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percywinchester27 · 4 years ago

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-3)

Word count: 3.8K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, mention of depression

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23 I love you, Athina <3

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Monday morning rose brighter than it had a right to be; to the point that the sun was stabbing you in the eyes. You had been over and over the plan in your head throughout the weekend. By now, you were absolutely sure that you had mapped every second of the day and nothing could go out of hand.

The plan went sideways almost as soon as it started.

You dropped your bag at the threshold of the lecture room with a loud crash. All of the last row turned to look at who was that much of a klutz. You did not meet anyone’s eye as you took a seat at the very end of the top row. Maybe that would make you inconspicuous.

It did not.

“Y/N!”

Madison slid next to you on the bench, followed by her brood of friends. Lacey and the other two, whose names you didn’t remember.

“How are you, Sweetie?” Madison asked sympathetically. “You looked awfully ill when you left the other day. We were so worried about you! Weren’t we, Mer?”

Meredith- you remembered her name now- did not look worried in the least.

“What happened?” Madison asked.

“I was just really faint,” you answered automatically, having anticipated this. “I’m feeling much better now. Thank you so much.”

Madison looked relieved. “I’m so glad, Y/N. I wanted to check on you over the weekend, but I didn’t have your number or knew where you lived. You have to give me your number right away.”

You did, and she texted you immediately.

“Awesome!” she said. “Now you have my number, too.”

You tried to smile. “Hey, if it’s not too much, could you tell me what I missed in the two days?”

Madison became animated instantly. “Well, lets see. After you left, there was advanced legal writing by professor Mills, then Supreme Court Litigation by Professor Mcleod and Organisation and transactions law after that. Most of Friday was free except for another lecture by Professor Mills. I have the notes. Once you put your email id on the class database, I’ll forward mine to you.”

“That’s seriously more than I can ask from you,” you said, feeling small.

She placed her hand on top of yours. “You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

“Thank you!” You said, looking down.

Madison huffed. “You thank me too much, Y/N! Besides, you really didn’t miss any of the fun.”

“What do you mean?”

“Professor Winchester didn’t show up either,” Lacey giggled. “Didn’t we turn up fifteen minutes early for his class on Thursday? And the man never came.”

Your stomach lurched, a feeling you hadn’t quite experienced in years had you feeling lightheaded.

“Well, he didn’t completely disappear,” said the blonde. “He did turn up for the last half an hour of his lecture on Friday and outlined the syllabus of the semester.”

“He looked stiff and serious. Nothing like his first day here. And even that day he stormed off, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Madison nodded. “Right after you left, Y/N. It was a bit weird.”

You swallowed nervously, your forehead already clammed up. What was it? Was it fear or worry that you felt for Sam? You had been so wrapped up in your chaos that you hadn’t stopped to consider about Sam, assuming that he must have grown passive and wouldn’t care about the past anymore.

Sam had looked warm and at ease with himself that day, happy even, while you had only survived all these years. You’d be lying to yourself, if you said that the image of Sam on the podium, smiling at the students hadn’t felt like a knife in your gut.

But if he had not turned up for classes either… did that mean….

There was noise at the front and you saw Sam on the podium. He looked every bit as dressed up and neat as he had on your first day, if not a bit more severe.

He greeted the class curtly, and instantly jumped to the lesson. You tried not to stare, but it was hard to look away. It was harder still to keep looking. His features seemed more angular now, and he was definitely leaner than when you had first set your eyes on him. Today he was dressed in a dark grey suit and no tie, the button at his throat was undone.

He spoke for an hour about the merger of disputes and cases where it had benefited the original plaintiffs and not once did his eyes stray towards the corner of the class where you sat. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding that very portion of the classroom. He wasn’t genial today. A good teacher, just like he always had been, but absolutely formal. When the class ended, he retrieved the attendance sheet from a kid in the first row and exited the class.

“Well, that was quite intense,” whooshed Meredith. “Hadn’t pegged him for the serious sort.”

Blonde hair giggled at the double entendre, and you almost gagged.

“He’s actually quite good,” Madison murmured, uncharacteristically serious. “He knows what he is talking about.”

Absentmindedly, you nodded. Not that you had paid much attention to the lecture, what with your heart struck in your throat.

The classes that followed weren’t as eventful as the morning and you were more than grateful about it. The other professors all seemed so knowledgeable and expert. You had enough on your mind by the time you left the university, your plate already full of assignments.

When you got home, Meg was sprawled on one of the two sofas that came with the house and were perched in the living room.

“Hey,” you said tentatively.

Meg raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised that you were initiating a conversation after a whole week of thoroughly avoiding her.

“Hey,” she said.

You placed your bad and laptop on the side table at the entrance and went to sit on the empty sofa. “I’m sorry about not greeting you earlier… I was going through some stuff.”

“Clearly,” she snorted.

The hurt must have shown in your eyes, because she straightened up into a sitting position.. “I’m not offended,” she said. “Locking myself in my room and avoiding human contact like it’s the fucking plague is my monthly PMS schedule. I’m not mad or anything.”

“Oh, alright,” you breathed out.

Meg looked amused. “Your face is like an open book,” she said. “If you keep that up, you’re going to be a terrible lawyer.”

You didn’t fight her on it. It was a problem… it always had been. Over the years mostly it had been a blank and your boss had commented on your excellent poker face… but clearly even the dumb expressive face was back with all the feelings.

“I don’t know what you’re studying,” you changed the topic.

“MS, Applied physics.”

“Damn. That sounds hard.”

Meg chuckled. “You really think that, don’t you? You look terrified.”

You rearranged your expression into what was just polite interest. Enough with Meg’s expert face reading class.

“You wanna grab dinner?” Meg asked.

“Sure,” you said. “What’re we doing?”

“I made some stir fry. I didn’t know if you’d be up for dinner, though.”

You felt terrible about skipping the meals and in turn her company over the past week.

“No worries,” she said, getting up. “I’ll just toss some pasta and we’re good to go.”

“Hey, Meg?” You asked, “I see you’ve stocked up the pantry. It’s incredibly kind of you. I might drive to the supermarket tomorrow after classes, why don’t you let me know if there’s anything you want.”

She looked at you with some surprise and a hint of actual liking. “Sure. We can make a list over food.”

“Great,” you smiled.

The rest of the week passed without any more surprises, and you took your time to settle in… getting to know Stanford- both, the University and the town. You attended all lectures regularly and gave your hundred percent effort to every assignment.

In classes, you listened with utmost concentration… all except one. Civil Procedure wasn’t a lecture, it was slow seething torture. Watching Sam talk on the podium, interacting with students simply made it hard to breathe. The walls of the lecture room converged in on you while you gasped for air. On Sam’s part, he ignored you completely. It was as if you didn’t exist at all. Over the course of the week, his stiff, formal stance loosened and you could see more and more of the guy who had introduced himself on the first day. You didn’t know what you had been expecting from him? That one day he would suddenly look at you with hatred and throw you out of the class? That he’d lose his mind and yell at you? Ask you the questions that you didn’t want to answer?

But even for all that, he’d have to acknowledge your presence. Look at you. Somehow the ignoring and pretending that you didn’t exist was so, so much worse. It was killing you. Every second of the class, you fought your tears. However, you did not miss a single class.

Apart from those two hours everyday, you were doing well, all things considered. On Thursday, you packed more food than just your lunch, and after classes, walked to the Green Library. It was just as breathtaking as it had been on the first day. You set out to find that one table that felt right. After a quarter of an hour of testing and teasing, you finally found a desk that looked oh so inviting. It wasn’t the one below the tall, arching windows, but rather a small desk niched between the bookshelves. It was perfect.

You unloaded your bag, and set to work with the assignments that had been set for the class by Professor Mills. You personally thought Jody Mills was a total badass. She took up cases that others were too scared to touch. Her assignments didn’t require you to reference too many books, so you could make yourself comfortable in the chair. Your mind wandered as the time passed. There were a lot of things to be thought through. For starters, if you had to afford living here, you needed a job. Your savings would last a couple of months at most. The expense of moving across the country then having to pay for the lease of the apartment had taken a massive toll on your bank account. By the time holiday season began, you’d be as broke as the china in your grandma’s old cabinet.

Earlier, you had put in an application at the Student’s employment centre for oncampus jobs. You weren’t hopeful, given the number of applications they received, but you sure meant to check in on them next week in hopes that something suitable might have come up.

It was past 8 in the evening when you finally wrapped your stuff up, somewhat satisfied with how your assignment had turned out. You lowkey congratulated yourself on finishing it a week before the deadline as you made your way back home, crashing the minute you found your bed.

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18th July 2008

“Y/N! There’s someone here to see you!” Jo hollered from somewhere in the living room.

Thankfully the door to the room you were sharing with Jo was open.

“Coming!” You yelled back, wondering who could it possibly be. Maybe it was the postman with your grandma’s letter. She was a weird old lady who still loved writing handwritten letters. Gramps had been to the war and their love story had blossomed over letters sent across borders. Even though gramps had passed away many years ago, she still got that rosy look on her face whenever she talked of him. You wanted a love story like hers. Was it too much to ask for?

You made your way down the steps two at a time, excited for the letter. Maybe she had sent cookies along with it. Oh, how you loved her.

On the bottom step, you stopped. Sam Winchester was standing in the hallway, one hand balancing a lot of books, the other scratching the back of his neck, looking adorable in old jeans and an open button up over his t-shirt.

“Hey!” He said.

You were wearing a loose shirt without a bra over a pair of boy shorts, with hair falling over your shoulders. Needless to say, you were mortified.

“Give me two minutes,” you muttered and rushed back upstairs.

As you were pulling on a pair of leggings, it occurred to you how dumb the interaction had been. He was here to see you and neither had you invited him in nor asked him why he was here.

To add to your embarrassment, when you returned downstairs, he was still standing at the bottom of the stairs five minutes later, exactly where you had left him.

“Why’re you still standing here? Please come in!” You urged, scandalised that you had kept a guest waiting like that. Gran would have tutted so hard had she been here.

Sam followed you into the living room. Jo was lounging on the smaller sofa chain and you glared at her. She could have easily invited him in when she opened the door.

But no! How else would Y/N suffer in life?

Jo gave you the evil grin and waved to Sam.

“Would you like something to drink?” You asked, not meeting his eyes.

“I’ll have coffee!” Jo ordered and you threw her the stink eye again.

You gave Sam a chagrined look. “I’ll put the pot on the stove for her anyway. Do you want coffee?”

He looked like he was trying very hard to smile. “Black please. With half a spoon of sugar.”

You tried to calm your nerves as the pot boiled. Being a nervous wreck wasn’t going to help your case.

When you brought the two mugs of coffee outside, Sam was reading one of the books he had bought along and Jo was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Jo?” You asked, carefully placing the steaming mug before him on the table.

Sam shrugged. “She said she suddenly felt sleepy. And that you should drink her coffee because you both like it the same way.”

Oh, that sly girl.

“So, what brings you here?” You asked, taking a seat next to him on the sofa.

Sam smiled shyly. “You said you could use a second pair of eyes for the application.”

He had come all the way from wherever he stayed just to help you with the applications?

“Really?”

“Sure.” He tilted his head, the bangs on his forehead sliding to one side. He just had such beautiful hazel eyes. You have to avert your gaze so you wouldn’t just blatantly stare at him.

You excused yourself a second time and pulled out all your application stuff. Forms, copies of essays, documents and everything. It would be absolutely stupid to not make the most of this opportunity.

Sam took his time with all of it, going through each paper carefully and you counted your breaths to keep away the anxiety. At least he wasn’t laughing at how ridiculous your applications were. That was something. When he was done, he slowly put the papers down and looked up at you.

“Where else have you applied?” He asked.

You told him.

“You didn’t think of applying to any major universities?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t think I had a chance… and I don’t even think I was cut out for those.”

Sam reached out to place his hand on top of yours. A tingling sensation went up your spine. “Y/N! This looks great. Your essays are top notch. You should apply to Ivy Leagues.”

“I’ve already missed deadlines for them… and there are some good universities on my list as well.”

“But you deserve better!” He insisted.

You shrugged. “I don’t have that sort of money, and before you say scholarships, I don’t have those types of recommendations either. I come from a small town. People who are born there, spend their whole lives in the same house. They are happy with what they have.”

“Are you happy with what you have?” He asked, the light from the setting sun hitting his face, illuminating those eyes so they looked like burning topaz.

“I’m happy,” you said, looking at your lap where his hand rested on yours. He seemed to have forgotten about it. “But I know I can do better… for myself and my Gran.”

You made the mistake of looking up then… into his eyes, and they were closer than you had expected them to be. As if, he had no control over it, his hand reached out to touch your hair, the fingertips caressing your cheek on their way there. Slowly, but surely, he drew your face towards his… and you went, willingly. His lips had barely grazed yours when there was a loud noise in the hallway.

You sprang apart.

“Y/N!” It was Jo.

Ordinarily, you’d have flicked your tongue at her or something for interrupting like that. Afterall, she was the one who kept egging on you to get lucky, and the one time you had… that too with Sam frigging Winchester, she had to come barging into the room. Uhgg… Jo was going to get it.

But her face was completely white, and her hand, which was holding the phone, was shaking.

“Y/N,” she whispered again. Your neighbour called. It's your grandma… she passed away last night.

********************

You woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of the blaring alarm.

Gran!

The worry felt so fresh, you had to remind yourself that it had been seven years since she had passed away. Grief was peculiar like that… even after years and years of feeling it, some days it just felt fresh and new. Sad memories opened up the box of more memories, not all of them sad. The thought of gran was always accompanied by a warm feeling and memory of sunlit kitchen, and freshly baked bread.

This… dream or whatever it was had triggered more than just that… you could almost feel the whisper of Sam’s lips on yours. You had suppressed it so long that the feeling was almost forgotten now and how it ached knowing that you would never feel it again. The raw, desperate part of you tried to cling on to that feeling, the memory of his touch. It was three in the night, no one could blame you for wanting this comfort of your own memories. As painful as they were when you were completely in your senses, in this darkness, they were all yours to do what you pleased with them. However, like a dream, the memories kept evading your grasp. The more you tried to hold on it, the further away it slipped. Sleep eluded you completely after that.

Needless to say, you were tired and sleepy and irritated by the time the last lecture for the week commenced. You hadn’t memorised the lecture schedule yet…. you only knew when the Civil Procedure class was. First lecture on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and the last lecture of Thursday and Friday. Lacey had mentioned something about Sam having to travel to the City for work on the first three days.

Sam was dressed more informally today. He was without a coat and glasses, hair just a little out of order… less sleek.

“Oooohhh looks like the professor had a rough night!” Lacey giggled.

“You don’t know that,” Madison shushed. “Maybe he’s single.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Lacey rolled her eyes. “He lives in the faculty residence on Alverado row. And his house is definitely a family house, not a bachelors pad… So that means he at least has a woman.”

You caught your breath. Alverado row was right behind your Santa Ynes street, where you lived. Literally right behind, less than a block away. You knew a majority senior faculty staff resided there, but it had never crossed your mind...

“I don’t see no ring,” snarked Rebecca, Madison's blonde friend, who was sitting a row ahead of you to the left.

You quickly looked. She was right… there was no ring. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Doesn’t have to be a wife,” Lacey made a face. “Could be just a girlfriend.”

“Whatever,” Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try our luck.”

It stung, listening to them talk about it stung more than you wanted to admit even to yourself.

“Before we start today's lesson, I have a question for you,” Sam said, calling everyone’s attention and the gossip promptly stopped.

“Basic Property damage,” he said. “The plaintiff has proved beyond a shadow of doubt that the defendant is liable. The only issue of debate which remains is the amount of damages to be recovered. Before the last hearing, new evidence comes to light about a completely unrelated matter where the plaintiff has unintentionally harmed the defendant. If you were playing the part of the DA, what would be your obvious course of action.”

‘Settlement’ you muttered to yourself, just loud enough for the few people around you to hear.

“Anyone?” Sam asked, and on cue, Rebecca raised her hand.

“Settlement!” She called out.

“That’s correct,” Sam said, “It should occur to you faster than lightning to draw out a settlement. Good job there. That was quick.”

Next to her, Madison was looking at her friend incredulously. Then she turned around and gave you a sorry look. The boy sitting on her opposite side, the blond one, who had snickered at you on the first day also raised an eyebrow.

You didn’t care one way or another if Rebecca got the praise for your answer. You were simply relieved that you got that answer right… and that you were able to concentrate in the class better than you had been able to uptil now.

Perhaps that was the reason that it caught your attention, the quickest flick of Sam’s chin in your direction, before he stiffly averted his gaze. When the class ended, few students rushed to Sam’s desk, while you made to leave the room.

“Hey!”

You turned to see the blond dude standing right next to you.

“Y/N, isn’t it?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Brad,” he offered his hand. “Brad Rowan.”

“Nice to meet you.” you murmured, shaking his hand whilst glancing at the door.

“So, we have a party tomorrow evening,” he said, grinning with too much confidence. “Down at the western dorms. Everyone cool is coming. You should, too.”

“Thank you,” you said politely. “But I already have plans for the weekend.”

“Better than spending time with me?” He winked, stepping ever so slightly in front of you.

You were firm this time. “Yes.”

“Oh, let her be, Brad.” It was Madison, who had come sauntering down the aisle. “If she says she’s busy, she probably is. We’ll miss you, Y/N!”

You threw her a grateful look… Madison didn’t seem to catch it.

You said your goodbyes to her and Brad and left the room quickly.

Maybe it was your imagination, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sam’s gaze flicker towards you… if only for one moment.

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A/N 2: The next chapter is Sam’s POV ;) So we’ll finally know what’s up with him, huh ;)

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•User Name: Nisaki ( or swan-song here) 2# What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Wincest, J2, any rare-pair from spn that doesn't involve Sam and Dean, BTS ships (Taejin, Jikook, Namseok, Namgi, Sope) and Sebaciel from Kuroshitsuji. Likes: I like everything not in my dislikes. Squicks/Dislikes: Bottom Jensen/Dean, bottom Seokjin, Bottom Jeongguk, Bottom Namjoon, Bottom Yoongi (in sope, I'm fine with him bottoming with Namjoon) bottom Seb. Threesomes, poly or any toilet kinks. Sad endings and age play. Otherwise, the sky is your limit. Minimum bid: 5$ for 1k up to 5k!

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•User Name: Nwspaprtaxis What I'm offering: Fic (1k minimum, maximum to be determined by muse; most likely no more than 5k) Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Primarily SPN (Gen Sam n' Dean, S1-5 only), but can also do ACROSS THE UNIVERSE (2007 film) and MCU (Bucky-focused). I am relatively less experienced in STAR TREK 2009 reboot, ALIAS GRACE, but can tackle them with reasonable competence. I have no published fics in the following, but am willing to attempt: INTO THE FOREST (2015 Canadian Indie film), AHS (Murder House - Cult only, excluding Roanoke, and featuring Evan Peters' AHS characters only), LOST (Sawyer-focused), and WONDER WOMAN Likes: Gen, Sam n' Dean, Evan Peters' AHS characters, Bucky, Sawyer, MPreg, Tummy / belly kink, toilet kinks, H/C, angst, dark fic, horror Squicks/Dislikes: Cas, Slash, BDSM - feel free to discuss / negotiate Minimum bid: $5

•User Name: laughablelament What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Star Trek (OG, TNG, Discovery), Doctor Who (9th, 10th, 11th), Torchwood, X-Files, WWE wrestling... I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff; please feel free to ask! Likes: So many SPN ships, gen, slash, het, most consensual kinks (see dislikes for hard limits), comedy, general fluff and happiness, though I don't mind a bit of angst for seasoning Squicks/Dislikes: human/monster (including angels), non-con, body horror, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, underage (16+ do-able), RPF (au negotiable), deathfic (with a broad exception for afterlife plots) Minimum bid: $10/1k, 5k max

•User Name: ashtraythief What I'm offering: one fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: SPN RPF Likes: J2, JDM/Jensen, JDM/Jared, and femslash involving Danneel, Genevieve, and Adrianne in any combination, action, space, fluff, fantasy, sci-fi, weres, dark, crack, creature fic, first-time, bamf characters, fake relationship, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers. I’m willing to write timestamps for most of my fics/verses, but if you have specific plot points in mind, please check with me first because they might not be doable due to what I have in mind for the future (this applies specifically to the underneath verse. I will write you a timestamp, but I can’t do everything.) You can message me or ask anon on tumblr Squicks/Dislikes: any pairings not listed in my likes, hurt/comfort, angst, extreme underage (under 15), BDSM, extreme kink, spanking, feminisation, humiliation, intimate partner violence, non-con, bestiality, infidelity, kidfic, unhappy endings, high-school AU Minimum bid: 10$ per 1k (maximum of 5k. I tend to write longer usually and will certainly try if someone bids more, but I don’t want to promise something I might not be able to do)

•User Name: storyspinner70 What I'm offering: Fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: SPN (J2/Salmon Dean mostly), Thor, MCU, Buffy, Firefly, Bones, Archer, Frontier, Roswell (1999), Penny Dreadful, Blacklist, and possibly others, just ask! Likes: I like pretty much all tropes and things other than the biggies in my dislikes. RPF okay. Top Jensen/Dean Bottom Jared/Sam, Thorki (Hiddles) and Spuffy strongly preferred, but will consider other pairings for those fandoms. Squicks/Dislikes: Don't like unhappy or ambiguous endings, but I'll persevere if that's what you want. lol Kink dislikes: 24/7 restraint/toilet control esp in public, water sports/toilet kinks, scat, ageplay, vore, adult baby and a few others. Others: Destiel/Cockles (Misha/anyone), reader inserts. Minimum bid: $5 for fic up to 5k or so

•User Name: sammichgirl What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural & Supernatural RPF Likes: wincest, J2, bottom!Sam/Jared, fluff, trope AUs, light underage, Squicks/Dislikes: ships other than wincest or J2, bottom!Dean/Jensen, scat, vore, body modding (not great at writing hardcore BDSM/extreme kink or darkfic although love to read!) Minimum bid: $10 for 1K, max is 5K

•User Name: dimeliora 1# What I'm offering: Fanfiction, because you don't want my art. No one wants my art. Samples of my work: Ao3: I'm In Love (With A Fairytale) , The Games We Play , Invisible Unicorns , Black Velocities and Shining Movements Fandoms: SPN, SPN RPF, Harry Potter, all things Stephen King Likes: Angst with a happy ending, A/B/O, J2, Wincest Squicks/Dislikes: I'm sorry, I don't ship Destiel or Cockles so I can't write it, pedophilia, cancer, water sports, scat, infidelity Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: dimeliora 2# What I'm offering: Fanfiction, because you don't want my art. No one wants my art. Samples of my work: Ao3: I'm In Love (With A Fairytale) , The Games We Play , Invisible Unicorns , Black Velocities and Shining Movements Fandoms: SPN, SPN RPF, Harry Potter, all things Stephen King Likes: Angst with a happy ending, A/B/O, J2, Wincest Squicks/Dislikes: I'm sorry, I don't ship Destiel or Cockles so I can't write it, pedophilia, cancer, water sports, scat, infidelity Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: dimeliora 3# What I'm offering: Fanfiction, because you don't want my art. No one wants my art. Samples of my work: Ao3: I'm In Love (With A Fairytale) , The Games We Play , Invisible Unicorns , Black Velocities and Shining Movements Fandoms: SPN, SPN RPF, Harry Potter, all things Stephen King Likes: Angst with a happy ending, A/B/O, J2, Wincest Squicks/Dislikes: I'm sorry, I don't ship Destiel or Cockles so I can't write it, pedophilia, cancer, water sports, scat, infidelity Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: amypond45 What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Sam & Dean, Sam/Dean, J2 Squicks/Dislikes: bestiality, water sports, extreme underage Minimum bid: $10 per 1K up to 6K (it takes me about a month to turn out a 5K fic)

•User Name: kelios What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Live Journal and Ao3 (ao3 is more up to date) Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF (J2 only) Likes: Wincest, Jared/Jensen (AU or non-AU), Bobby, Rufus, Baby--most characters are negotiable as secondaries, just ask. Squicks/Dislikes: Anyone else with either brother, anyone else with either J, Misha, Castiel, infidelity, destiel, samstiel, cockles, mishalecki, unhappy endings. Most other things are negotiable. Minimum bid: $5 for minimum 2k words. I'm happy to work with you via dm on twitter or pm on LJ to make sure you're happy with the story.

•User Name: Firesign10 1# What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, NCIS, a little SGA Likes: Sam/Dean, J2, DiNozzo/Gibbs, any pairing of which I've already done a fic; most major tropes, just ask--I'm sure we can work it out! Squicks/Dislikes: bestiality, water sports, extreme underage, torture porn, Destiel, serial killers Minimum bid: $10 per 1K up to 6K

•User Name: Firesign10 2# What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, NCIS, a little SGA Likes: Sam/Dean, J2, DiNozzo/Gibbs, any pairing of which I've already done a fic; most major tropes, just ask--I'm sure we can work it out! Squicks/Dislikes: bestiality, water sports, extreme underage, torture porn, Destiel, serial killers Minimum bid: $10 per 1K up to 6K

•User Name: Merenwen76 What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Wincest, J2 hurt/comfort, first time, AU, non-AU, fluff, humour, fantasy, a/b/o, songs, cooking (not feeding) romance, panties. Whatever floats your boat. I am open to write (pls respect my dislikes) Squicks/Dislikes: destiel, cockles , threesomes, any kind of toilet kinks, extremely underage, non con (between J2 , Sam/Dean) , infidelity, extremely bdsm or Dom/sub ( let us talk ) , baby or daddy kinks, Minimum bid:10$ for 1 k , up to: sky is the limit and it’s for a good cause!!

•User Name: tifaching What I'm offering:100 word drabbles. Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms:Supernatural Likes: Dean, Sam, John, Castiel, most minor characters, gen, wincest, h/c, fluff, dark, brothercentric fic Squicks/Dislikes: Not a fan of Destiel or RPF Minimum bid: Five dollars for five drabbles. Will take top two bidders (if any, lol) so two people get five each.

•User name: marciaelena What I'm offering: Fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Revolution Likes: Sam/Dean, Smith/Wesson, Max & Alicia Banes, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Charlie/Miles, Charlie/Danny, Miles/Danny, Charlie/Miles/Danny, angst, post-apocalyptic settings, soulmates, last people on Earth, death!fic, dark!fic, Americana, road trips, canon divergence, poetic prose. Squicks/Dislikes: Angels, demons, prophets, Chuck, Amara, Nick, John Winchester, Amelia, Benny, Monroe, fluff, crack, extreme kinks, genderswap, age reversal, rape/non-con, a/b/o. Minimum bid: $10 for 1k, up to 5k. Creators Notes: If in doubt about any likes/dislikes I haven't mentioned please ask before bidding. I'm willing to write two fics to help Milana. (meaning they will write one fic each for the top two bids)

•User Name:jessie_cristo73 What I'm offering: Fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Queer As Folk Likes: J2, Wincest, ABO, Alternate Universes, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Adventures, Schmoop, Romance, Thrillers, High School AUs Squicks/Dislikes: Hardcore BDSM, Blood fetishes, Extreme underage, Scat, Waterworks, Fics w/out happy or satisfying endings. Minimum bid: $10 per 1k/words

•User Name: morganoconner What I'm offering: Fanfiction of at least 2500 words in length Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural (any pairing or permutation of Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel...also please note I'm about four seasons behind canon, and most comfortable in the universe anytime before, during, or immediately following S5), Good Omens (Aziraphale/Crowley), Check Please (Jack/Bitty, Kent/Alexei or Kent/OMC, others) Teen Wolf (Derek/Stiles), MCU (Bucky/Sam, Clint/Bucky, Clint/Coulson , others), others can be discussed! Likes: creature!characters (shapeshifters, angels/demons, wings/tails, various and sundry monster sorts, you get the idea), crossovers, fluff, angst with happy endings, hurt/comfort, found family Squicks/Dislikes: Infidelity, unhappy endings, hardcore explicit fic (nothing against it just don't feel particularly good at writing it!) Minimum bid: $10 Creators Notes: Depending on interest, I'll write for the top two bidders. Please note that I'm in my last semester of my degree and my courseload is intense...fics may not be written until December, though if time allows I will certainly try for sooner!

•User Name: Sakarrie (ao3, ff.net, livejournal, tumblr) What I'm offering: Custom Fanfic, 1-5k, Offering 1-4 Fics (depending on prompts and length) Samples of my work: Live Journal: Starry Night (There's some VLD ones on my FF.net, but those are pretty old and cringy. Feel free to check them out though.) Fandoms: Mains: Supernatural, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Merlin Feel comfortable with: Star Vs. the Forces of Evil, She-ra (Netflix), Gravity Falls, Danny Phantom, Avatar: the Last Airbender, Code Lyoko, 3Below,Teen Titans, Di-Gata Defenders Others I'd Be Willing to Do: Kim Possible, Undertale Legend of Korra, Trollhunters, Over the Garden Wall, Steven Universe, Psych, Jackie Chan Adventures Likes: Hurt/comfort, Angst, Family Love, Gen Squicks/Dislikes: Anything sexual, extreme gore, body horror, most AUs Minimum bid: $5 per 1k, minimum of 2k for complex plots Creator Notes: *Please refer to this document for ships and requirements for each fandom: ships and requirements doc

•User Name: dizzojay What I'm offering: Fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: I like to write Dean-centric gen fic, and have a strong leaning towards humour and/or hurt/comfort. Favourite characters to write other than Dean are Sam, Castiel and Bobby. Squicks/Dislikes: No deathfic. Prefer not to write slash. Minimum bid: $10 for up to 1,000 words $5 for each extra 1,000 words

•User Name: deadlybride (zmediaoutlet on tumblr) What I'm offering: Fic, 1k-8k words Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: SPN, SPN RPF (J2), MCU Likes: Wincest preferred but I'll do any SPN pairing; J2 fics (AU only); for MCU Thor/Loki would be preferred but I can do any of the original Avengers + Spiderman; very willing to write sex of any sort with any kink (seriously: underage, watersports, you name it, with only one exception listed below). Squicks/Dislikes: prolapse, character assassination, RPF non-AU, high school AU, xreader fic. Also warning: there are some pairings I would not write as romantic (e.g. Sam/Lucifer), but I can write most anything in a way that makes sense to me. I can work with you! Minimum bid: Fic for $10 per 1000 words up to 8k. Creator Notes: I have some due dates coming up, so likely would not be able to start until November 1.

•User Name: cookielaura What I'm offering: 1k(+) fic Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: White Collar Likes: Peter/Neal, Peter/Neal/El, Peter & Neal, most other canon relationships, h/c, angst, angst with happy endings, pining, AUs, fantasy Squicks/Dislikes: I'm not so great at NC-17 Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: celli on AO3, DW, Twitter What I'm offering: fic, minimum 5K Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Crooked Media RPF, Good Omens Likes: CM: Favs/Lovett, Emily/Favs/Lovett, Lovett/Tommy, Favs/Tommy, Favs/Lovett/Tommy. GO: Aziraphale/Crowley Squicks/Dislikes:dub-con, non-con, incest, adultery Minimum bid:$10

•User Name: Icanseenow (AO3), Tasteslikemolecules What I'm offering: Fan fiction Samples of my work: AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/users/Icanseenow/works) Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Gen, Sam/Cas, Sam/Dean, Dean/Cas, Wincestiel, Sam/Ruby, Sam/Lucifer (non-con), Dean/John (non-con), everything Sam-centered, rare ships, character-focused stories, love triangles, asexuality, genderswap, AUs, H/C, mental health and trauma, sad and/or dark stories, melancholic fluff. Squicks/Dislikes: Sabriel, ABO, Slave AU, extreme fluff or extreme kink, reader inserts, Minimum bid: $10 per 1k, up to 10k Creator Notes: For longer stories I'd probably not get to them until the start of December.

•User Name: tjs_whatnot What I'm offering: Fic (atleast 1k) Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Anything I've written for in the past (my fandoms can be found in above link--there's a lot). Anything I've read/seen/listened to and am familiar with. Likes: character study/development, relationships, gen, slash, fem, het, angst, hurt/comfort Squicks/Dislikes: non-con, incest, pedophilia Minimum bid: 10$

•User Name: Icanseenow (here & AO3), tasteslikemolecules (tumblr) What I'm offering: Fan Fiction Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Gen, Sastiel, Wincest, Destiel, Wincestiel, Sam-heavy stories, Sam/Ruby, rare ships, character studies, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health/trauma, love triangles. Squicks/Dislikes: Sabriel, Sam/Lucifer or Dean/John stories that aren't non-con, extreme kinks or extreme fluff, Slave AUs, ABO Minimum bid: 10$ for 1k, up to 5k

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•User Name: phoenix1966 1# What I'm offering: Banner/Cover for your J2 AU/Wincest fic (or a Jared/Sam-centric image) Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural, J2 AU Likes: Wincest, J2, I'm a bottom!Sam/Jared fan Squicks/Dislikes: Destiel, Cockles, scat, watersports, infantilism, extreme underage, bottom!Dean/Jensen, het, bestiality, reader inserts, deathfic, J2 Non-AU Minimum bid: $20 Creator Notes: (One full-size banner/cover for your wincest or J2 AU or gen Sam & Dean story.)

•User Name: phoenix1966 2# What I'm offering: Banner/Cover for your J2/Wincest fic (or a Jared/Sam-centric image) Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural, J2 AU Likes: Wincest, J2, I'm a bottom!Sam/Jared fan Squicks/Dislikes: Destiel, Cockles, scat, watersports, infantilism, extreme underage, bottom!Dean/Jensen, het, bestiality, reader inserts, deathfic, J2 Non-AU Minimum bid: $20 Creators Notes: (One full-size banner/cover for your wincest or J2 or gen Sam & Dean story.)

•User Name: sweetheartdean What I'm offering: art Samples of my work: Tumblr: one two Twitter: three Fandoms: SPN/SPN RPF Likes: Down to draw anyone and anything, maximum rating PG-13 for PDA (blood and guts are A-okay). TFW/J2M are the ones I have the most practice with. Squicks/Dislikes: Underage, vertical incest, cars, NSFW (not that I dislike that one, I just doubt my abilities to deliver it, lol!) Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: Nisaki ( or swan-song here) What I'm offering: Art Samples of my work: Live Journal: Here Here Tumblr: Here and Here Fandoms: Wincest, J2, any rare-pair from spn that doesn't involve Sam and Dean, BTS ships (Taejin, Jikook, Namseok, Namgi, Sope) and Sebaciel from Kuroshitsuji. An art for a fic of yours that involve those and doesn't has my dislikes! Likes: I like everything not in my dislikes. Squicks/Dislikes: Bottom Jensen/Dean, bottom Seokjin, Bottom Jeongguk, Bottom Namjoon, Bottom Yoongi (in sope, I'm fine with him bottoming with Namjoon) bottom Seb. Threesomes, poly or any toilet kinks. Sad endings and age play. Otherwise, the sky is your limit. Minimum bid: 10$

•User Name: amberdreams 1# What I'm offering: a cover or illustration for a fic Samples of my work: Live Journal: fanart or traditional art tags, or AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Marvel, Hannibal, LOTR - open to suggestions Likes: portraits and figure work but also animals on occasion Squicks/Dislikes: Mpreg, ABO, deformity/body horror, excretory kinks Minimum bid:$20

•User Name: amberdreams 2# What I'm offering: a cover or illustration for a fic Samples of my work: Live Journal: fanart or traditional art tags, or AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Marvel, Hannibal, LOTR - open to suggestions Likes: portraits and figure work but also animals on occasion Squicks/Dislikes: Mpreg, ABO, deformity/body horror, excretory kinks Minimum bid:$20

•User Name: quickreaver What I'm offering: ART Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: primarily SPN, but also Preacher, Hannibal, Firefly, The Expanse, original characters ... ask if there's something not on this list! I can probably do it. :) Likes: pretty much anything but over-the-top fluff Squicks/Dislikes: I won't do NC-17 at this account, Sam/Gabriel (SPN), and unsurprisingly, over-the-top fluff Minimum bid: $50

•User Name: kirathehyrulian What I'm offering: One title card and one illustration for a fic Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: I have the most experience in Supernatural characters but open to discussion Likes: SPN Gen, Wincest, J2 Squicks/Dislikes: I would prefer not to draw Destiel, Cockles, Sabriel, Saileen, Vertical Incest, Landscapes, Vehicles, or anything beyond a PG-13 rating for PDA. Minimum bid: $25

•User Name: kirathehyrulian What I'm offering: A simple one character chibi plus one accessory illustration with a plain background Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Open to drawing any one character in any fandom or one original character Likes: Supernatural Characters Squicks/Dislikes: I would prefer not to draw vehicles, or nudies Minimum bid: $5

•User Name: kirathehyrulian What I'm offering: A 1-2 character illustration with simple background Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: I have the most experience with Supernatural characters but open to discussion Likes: SPN Gen, Wincest, J2 Squicks/Dislikes: I would prefer not to draw Destiel, Cockles, Sabriel, Saileen, Vertical Incest, Landscapes, Vehicles, or anything beyond a PG-13 rating for PDA. Minimum bid: $15

•User Name:emmatheslayer What I'm offering: set of 10 icons, Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: supernatural rpf /spn, comic books dc, marvel mcu, stock, dc shows buffyverse /angelvese, trueblood, Netflix shows open to most Fandoms and ships don't see it let me know Likes: fluffy wincest, sastiel, shipping Squicks/Dislikes: porn, bdsm, abuse destiel, sabirel, Minimum bid:$ 5

•User Name: BeesAreAwesome 1# What I'm offering: custom digital painting (1 to 2 characters) Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural, Hannibal, Good Omens (I am open to do art for any fandom, really) Likes: I usually ship Destiel, but ignore that. Today for this fundraiser, I like what you like! Squicks/Dislikes: none (I'm fine with any ship/rating etc--although I will not depict anything explicit if the characters are underage) Minimum bid: $40

•User Name: cassiopeia7 What I'm offering: Original art Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Sam/Dean, Sam & Dean gen, J2, angst, crack, het, casefic, Demon!Dean, Soulless!Sam, Baby, Billie, Rowena, Sister Jo, Bobby, John, Henriksen, Ellen and/or Jo Harvelle, Crowley, Ruby, Jess, Danneel, Gen, JDM, vampires, SPAAAACE!, cops, firefighters ... Squicks/Dislikes: Underage, de-aged, Samstiel, Destiel, cockles, genderswap, noncon, watersports Minimum bid: $20 Creator Notes: Please note, I won't be able to begin on artworks until after Christmas.

•User Name: cassiopeia7 What I'm offering: Banner or illustration for your existing fic. Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Sam/Dean, Sam & Dean gen, J2, angst, crack, het, casefic, Demon!Dean, Soulless!Sam, Baby, Billie, Rowena, Sister Jo, Bobby, John, Henriksen, Ellen and/or Jo Harvelle, Crowley, Ruby, Jess, Danneel, Gen, JDM, vampires, SPAAAACE!, cops, firefighters ... Squicks/Dislikes: Underage, de-aged, Samstiel, Destiel, cockles, genderswap, noncon, watersports Minimum bid: $20 Creator Notes: Please note, I won't be able to begin on artworks until after Christmas.

•User Name: tiggeratl1 1# What I'm offering: Artwork for a fanfic or a stand alone piece (photo maniped) Samples of my work: DeviantArt , Live Journal (the images in Live Journal might be locked for viewers) Fandoms: Primarily SPN/SPN RPF, but I'm open to try different fandoms. Likes: mostly Wincest, J2, or Gen, but I can branch out to other pairings. Squicks/Dislikes: Mpreg, excretory kinks. Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: tiggeratl1 2# What I'm offering: Artwork for a fanfic or a stand alone piece (photo maniped) Samples of my work: DeviantArt , Live Journal (the images in Live Journal might be locked for viewers) Fandoms: Primarily SPN/SPN RPF, but I'm open to try different fandoms. Likes: mostly Wincest, J2, or Gen, but I can branch out to other pairings. Squicks/Dislikes: Mpreg, excretory kinks. Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: merakieros What I'm offering: Digital art [2 characters, pose of your choice] Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Good Omens, Supernatural [wincest, J2] MCU [stucky, thorki, symbrock] Hannibal [Hannigram] Sherlock [Johnlock] Teen Wolf [Sterek] (other fandoms can be discussed) Likes: Everything is on Lizzo's "BOYS" song, I live in the gutter, the art can go as sweet or spicy as you wish. Squicks/Dislikes: excretory kinks, Non-Con, Dub-Con, MPreg Minimum bid:$40

•User Name: merakieros 1# What I'm offering: Digital art [2 characters kissing] Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Good Omens, Supernatural [wincest, J2] MCU [stucky, thorki, symbrock] Hannibal [Hannigram] Sherlock [Johnlock] Teen Wolf [Sterek] (other fandoms can be discussed) Likes: Everything is on Lizzo's "BOYS" song, I live in the gutter, the art can go as sweet or spicy as you wish. Squicks/Dislikes: Nothing to dislike in a kiss Minimum bid:$25

•User Name: merakieros 2# What I'm offering: Digital art [2 characters kissing] Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Good Omens, Supernatural [wincest, J2] MCU [stucky, thorki, symbrock] Hannibal [Hannigram] Sherlock [Johnlock] Teen Wolf [Sterek] (other fandoms can be discussed) Likes: Everything is on Lizzo's "BOYS" song, I live in the gutter, the art can go as sweet or spicy as you wish. Squicks/Dislikes: Nothing to dislike in a kiss Minimum bid:$25

•User Name: dollarformyname What I'm offering: art (3 characters or less) Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Dark Angel, Teen Wolf Likes: Fave pairings include but are definitely not limited to Sam/Dean, J2, J2/Danneel, J3, Alec/Ben, Alec/Ben/Max, Alec/Max, Max/Original Cindy, Max & Original Cindy, Alec & Original Cindy, Scott & Stiles, Allison & Lydia, Stiles/Derek, Scott/Stiles, pretty much all the threesomes/moresomes. Crossovers, h/c … Erm, I like too many things, so I'm just gonna say if it's not on my dislikes I'll probably do it. If you wanna make extra sure, just ask. Squicks/Dislikes: Angel pairings (SPN), Logan (DA), parent/child incest, toilet kinks, underage, not super confident in my ability to get too sexy/explicit. Minimum bid: $20

•User Name: jj1564 What I'm offering: songspam - you choose a song and I'll make a 'songspam' with pics and gifs, Can be naughty or nice, sad or fun, your choice :) Samples of my work: Live Journal: Hurt or God Was Never on Your Side Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Sam/Dean, John/Mary, Dean/Cas, Sam/Cas, J2, hurt boys, sad boys, wincest Squicks/Dislikes: Celine Dion! Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: BeesAreAwesome 2# What I'm offering: custom digital painting (1 to 2 characters) Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural, Hannibal, Good Omens (I am open to do art for any fandom, really) Likes: I usually ship Destiel, but ignore that. Today for this fundraiser, I like what you like! Squicks/Dislikes: none (I'm fine with any ship/rating etc--although I will not depict anything explicit if the characters are underage) Minimum bid:$40

•User Name: cookielaura What I'm offering: set of 10 icons Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: White Collar, Good Omens, Hannibal, Torchwood, Community, The New Normal, musical theatre Likes: anything Squicks/Dislikes: anything Minimum bid: $5

•User Name: kanarek13 What I'm offering: art (manips only) Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: White Collar, any Matt Bomer related project Likes: h/c, angst, AUs, fantasy, slash, ot3, canon relationships, oh I can go pretty much any direction :D Squicks/Dislikes: can't think of any for art, but what I can create depends heavily on the images that I can find to use for manips Minimum bid: $10

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miafic · 5 years ago

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thinking about somebody getting in a car accident with someone they love, and that person is unconscious (driver or not) and -

hang on

AU ONLY!!!

geoff blinks awake to a sharp pain in his ribs and left shoulder. he winces as he sits up, and he realizes that he’s looking through the windshield at a clear, sunny day.

what?

he rubs at his shoulder and turns to the passenger seat.

awsten is beside him, still in his seat with his seatbelt on, thank goodness, but the passenger window is shattered, and it broke right over his head. he’s cut all over and bleeding profusely.

geoff lets out a sound of panic and, too afraid to attempt to wake awsten, scrambles for his cell phone. who should he call? this was a car crash. so he needs... he must need...

who?

oh, yes - roadside assistance.

geoff calls his insurance company.

the automated machine asks for his sixteen-digit id number, so geoff digs through his wallet to find his membership card and slowly types it in, sure not to make any mistakes. then he types in his birthdate, answers a few yes or no questions, and waits to be connected to a representative.

the man who comes onto the line cheerfully greets him by name and asks how he can be of service.

“yes, hello. my name is geoff wigington.”

“hi, geoff,” the man repeats, “how can i help you today?”

“i believe that i have just been in an accident.”

“oh, no! i’m so sorry to hear that. do you have a police report?”

“my child is bleeding out in the passenger seat.”

the man stutters, falls silent for a few seconds, and then says, “i’m sorry, did you say that your child is bleeding out?”

“yes. i need assistance.”

“did you call an ambulance?” the man asks a bit shrilly.

“no, i have called you.”

“did you miss the part where the recording says ‘if you are in a life-threatening situation or experiencing a medical emergency, please call 911′?!”

the phone goes quiet, and after a long moment, geoff asks softly, worriedly, “hello?”

a different man’s voice enters his ear. “hey, geoff. i’m david. tom’s telling me that you’re in an emergency right now?”

“i do not know.” geoff suddenly feels all of the sharp pain from his injuries again. “i am very confused...”

“it’s okay, geoff. i’m gonna get an ambulance for you, okay?”

“for my boy,” geoff corrects.

“yes,” the man says warmly. “it’s gonna be alright. we’re going to get you both taken care of, okay? can you tell if he’s breathing?”

geoff’s response comes in a whisper. “i am too afraid to check.”

“geoff, i need you to check. i need you to check, geoff. you can do it, man. i’m right here, okay?”

geoff is silent.

“what’s his name?” the man - david - presses.

“awsten,” geoff whispers.

“awsten. that’s a great name. can you just look at awsten for a few seconds? look at his belly and tell me if you can see it moving. that’s all i need you to do, okay? you don’t need to touch him or move him or nothing; just look at your baby for me.”

the man sounds so kind and so gentle and encouraging that geoff finds himself saying, “alright. one moment.”

“great, geoff, thank you.”

geoff turns his head again, not daring to look at awsten’s face and focusing only on his abdomen. awsten’s stomach is moving, and geoff begins to cry with relief. “he is breathing,” he reports, voice trembling.

“good. you did so good, dad. oh, man, i’m so happy to hear that, you don’t even know. you did great. okay, we got you a ambulance on the way, and they’re gonna come help you guys, okay? are you in pain?”

“intermittently,” geoff replies truthfully.

“okay, that’s normal, man. that’s normal. where’s your pain at?”

geoff tells him, and david keeps him on the phone for several minutes until an ambulance arrives. a moment later, another one follows behind it. police join the scene shortly after.

geoff watches like a hawk as paramedics remove awsten from the car, place him on a stretcher, and load him into an ambulance. he doesn’t remember much after that.

six days later, geoff calls his insurance company asking for an address to mail some things for david. his concussion has cleared enough that he understands that what he did was wrong (although he cannot find it in himself to feel much guilt; he suffered a mild brain injury and was in an immense amount of shock) and that david quite possibly saved their lives. even though the first man had explicitly mentioned it to him, calling 911 never even crossed geoff’s mind. he doesn’t want to think about what would have happened had that man ended the call there.

he writes as much in the letter.

dear david,

my name is geoff wigington. i am an english teacher from a small town near houston. i was the victim of a hit-and-run on an interstate last week, and, due to the fog from my concussion, i contacted your company instead of phoning an ambulance. your quick thinking saved my son’s life.

i understand that the situation must have been alarming for you, and for that i deeply apologize. i am aware that i can never repay you for the calm demeanor that you maintained and the compassion that you showed me in the most frightening moment of my life. had you not contacted emergency services, my awsten would be long gone, and i do not know where i would be today in any sense.

i escaped with two broken ribs, a fractured humerus, and a grade three concussion. awsten also experienced a grade three concussion, and he suffered several lacerations from broken glass (he is being held together by nearly one hundred stitches as i am writing this to you). he was bleeding internally as well. and you have saved his life.

i can never thank you enough for what you have done -not even for half - but i intend to try in some form. please accept these flowers and this donation, which is to be used for anything you wish. should you ever need anything, please let me know.

i have attached some photos of awsten as well so that you may see him. the picture in the sunflowers is from last summer, and it is my favorite image of him in existence. the photo of the two of us is from the day that he attempted to teach me how to take a ‘selfie’. and last, there is a picture from his high school graduation last year. he looks quite triumphant, doesn’t he?

thank you again, david. truly. we are both forever indebted to you. i hope that the monetary gift does not offend you; i merely do not know what i could ever give that would mean even a fraction of as much as what you have given me.

thank you, david, for saving my son.

sincerely, g. wigington

the story makes the news two days in a row - Harris County Teacher Gives $75,000 to Insurance Operator Who He Credits With Saving Son’s Life.

“whom,” geoff mutters dryly.

awsten reaches out to lightly punch his elbow.

geoff smiles over at him in his hospital bed and allows himself to brush his fingers over awsten’s cheek.

awsten is quiet as they run the sound bite again -

“i am very confused...” comes geoff’s wobbling voice.

“it’s gonna be alright,” david says. “we’re going to get you both taken care of, okay? can you tell if he’s breathing?”

“i am too afraid to check.”

“geoff, i need you to check. i need you to check, geoff. you can do it, man. i’m right here, okay? look at his belly and tell me if you can see it moving. that’s all i need you to do, okay? you don’t need to touch him or move him or nothing; just look at your baby for me.”

geoff’s muffled voice shakily replies, “he is breathing,” his relief palpable.

“good. you did so good, dad. oh, man, i’m so happy to hear that, you don’t even know. you did great. okay, we got you a ambulance on the way, and they’re gonna come help you guys, okay?”

geoff watches awsten watch the rest of the segment, and when it ends, awsten tips his head up a little so that he can see geoff better.

“so,” awsten croaks.

“so,” geoff whispers back.

#the end will make sense later #geoff #awsten #hcs #i started this at 11am and am finishing it now at 3:20pm

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madrut16 · 5 years ago

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Premeditated Part 2 (Day 24: Memories)

Author’s Note: It’s finally here! This was the perfect prompt for this fic so I had to have this come out today. Thank you for the amazing feedback on the first part, that was one of the most challenging fics to write but also one of the most enjoyable (why have I become so twisted?). Of course, a lot has changed in the canon story that makes the timeline for this a little weird. I envision that both parts take place after Vegas but before the Council meeting where everything hits the fan (pretend that there’s a business trip for Adrian in between that he had to attend).

I’ve also committed to doing my crossover series for Bloodbound and Nightbound so expect an official announcement/teaser sometime soon! It has a name and even some artwork for it that I made last night, so get excited. I plan to write some one-shot fics that serve as a kind of prologues that share some of the developments that take place before Chapter 1. I have a lot of small headcanons that aren’t really enough to stitch into a full prologue so, I figured I would do this instead while I’m writing the first chapters for the series.

(Spoiler alert: promotions, kittens, and why Zelenia is so good at flying)

Finally, I just wanted to do a quick thank you since I recently hit 300 followers on here! And please feel free to message me or send me an ask if you want to say hi, I’m always open to talking to more of you.

For Day 24 of the @choicesjulychallenge hosted by @kinda-iconic

Book/Pairing: Bloodbound (Adrian x MC)

Rating: PG-13 (Mentions of violence, not nearly as detailed as Part 1)

Summary: Isabel deals with the effects of the memory on her as they struggle to tell Adrian the truth about what happened to him and his family.

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Isabel felt restless, fidgeting with the blanket covering her as she sat on the couch, waiting for Adrian to arrive from his emergency flight back. She had been ordered by both him and Kamilah to take the day off of work in order to rest and process what she had experienced. But, even in the poor shape, she was in, she hated not being there. They wouldn’t even allow her to work on her laptop from where she was with Kamilah and Lily enforcing it strictly.

She knew they had a point, even as she was miserable doing absolutely nothing. She probably couldn’t focus on anything serious if she tried. There were many physical and mental symptoms from the ordeal that were still reaching their peak. Even twenty-something hours later, the images of the horror she witnessed were vividly imprinted in her mind every time she closed her eyes or thought about Adrian’s family.

The one thing that did give her a little peace of mind was knowing that she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. He had landed almost an hour ago and would be there any minute now since Kamilah had picked him up from the airport.

A touched smile appeared at the thought of the gesture. Even though it was hard for her to express emotion, having lived and lost so much, Isabel knew that she cared significantly. Somehow in between saving Adrian from near-death and getting them out of Kavinsky’s cages, she had earned the respect of the Ahmenet CEO, the person she had idolized and dreamed of imitating in the business world for years. Befriended even.

But, she wasn’t completely relieved about seeing him. Her already upset stomach tossed and turned even more with anxiety. How would she react when seeing him? What would she say? She knew that breaking the news would trigger her mind to slip into the memory once more. She didn’t know whether she could take seeing and feeling those painful images again, but she probably wouldn’t get a choice.

Before she had too much time to dwell on this, her acute hearing picked up on the sound of the doorknob turning followed by a persistent knock that anyone could have heard and she knew it was them.

She jumped up to answer it and groaned when her body protested the movement.

“Stay there,” Lily insisted, using her vampire strength to easily force her to sit back down. “I’ll get it.”

Isabel frowned at her but didn’t protest knowing that it was no use. She glumly resumed her previous position as her friend answered the door.

Soon, Adrian’s voice was a commanding but welcome presence. “Lily, where’s Isabel? I need to see her.”

“I’m over here.” She exclaimed, fluffing the pillow she had been propping herself up with for what seemed like the hundredth time.

She didn’t bother trying to fix her haphazard appearance, knowing nothing but time would remedy it. With his vampire speed, he breezed past Lily and was at her side in mere seconds.

As soon as his brown eyes met hers, she crumpled and clung onto him as if he were a life preserver.

“Oh Adrian, I’m so...s-sorry,” she whispered, beginning to tremble.

“What for?” he asked in bewilderment. “I don’t understand.”

Although her brain was clouded and not nearly as sharp as it usually was, she still figured out what his question meant relatively quickly. She pulled away enough to look at Kamilah standing being him.

“You didn’t...he doesn’t know...about them?”

She shook her head, her expression sad and apologetic. “No, I assumed that you would want to be the one to tell him. If you’re up for it, if not, I can do it.”

“No. I can...I can handle it,” Isabel stammered.

Adrian looked at them, his eyes widening in confusion. “You’re worrying me, whose memory did you see? Mine? Did you see something I did that frightened you?”

“What? No, not this time. It...it wasn’t your memory.” Her face twisted into a bitter scowl. “It was his.”

Kamilah gave her a silent look, asking for permission to interrupt which she welcomed.

“But, the problem does have to do with your memory Brother,” she added. “It contradicts it.”

This only served to further upset him, the crease between his brows deepening into a canyon. “What? You’re not making any sense. Just tell me what you saw.”

Isabel had never seen him this desperate before and it nearly crushed her. She knew that once she said the words, that the last shred of control he had on his Id would vanish. She had already seen it jump out once and she was frightened by the prospect of it taking him hostage completely—that once it was out it wouldn’t be able to become contained again.

She and Kamilah shared a look of painful understanding between them. She feared what this would do too, maybe even more than Isabel did. But he also deserved to know the truth. The extent to which he had been used as nothing more than a soldier, a weapon.

The elder vampire sighed, her eyes fixing on his. “She will, Brother. But I need you to prepare yourself. I know you won’t believe it but, while your brain can change memories, hers can’t. It really happened and—”

“—Kamilah,” he insisted, frustration now bubbling over. “With all due respect, can you stop trying to sugarcoat it? Just tell me.”

The comment causes her to frown, a raw melancholy that was rare for the woman. “Adrian, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help protect you—”

“—I don’t need your protecting! I’m not your child that you can just coddle…”

The words hit Kamilah and her demeanor turned ice-cold her mouth open. Something he said had hurt her and for once she couldn’t hide it. The rant continued but, he didn’t notice that it had quickly become one-sided.

“Adrian, stop, you hurt her,” Lily tried to say, inching over towards her mentor protectively who was still frozen still.

But he couldn’t hear her over his tirade, still directed at his closest friend. This proceeded to only frustrate Lily which didn’t happen that often.

“Adrian, she doesn’t deserve this, chill out, will you?!”

Finally, Isabel had enough. The argument now between Adrian and Lily who was just trying to calm him down was making her head pounding painfully against her skull.

“I saw your family, Adrian!” she blurted, screaming at the top of her lungs so that it rang out loud and clear above the commotion.

Both of them were immediately silenced. Lily proceeded to give Adrian a look that shouted we told you so.

Isabel’s statement had sobered him, and he numbly sat down in quiet shock. “What?”

“Eleanor…Charlie,” she confirmed her anger at his childish behavior shifting to sadness. She began to shake as the horrific images of the memory washed over her like a grim slideshow all over again. “They didn’t…die…the way you think they did,” As she forces the words out, her throat constricted.

She watched as his normally analytical mind failed to pick up the clues that skirted around their terrible misfortune of being too important to him. It didn’t want to figure out what she meant, the results too painful. She realized with dread that she was going to have to spell it out for him.

“What do you mean? Isabel?”

She swallowed down the boulder-sized lump that had lodged itself in her throat as she felt the tell-tale sensation of when she was just about to cry for the countless time since she was plunged into the vision. Yet, she wasn’t afraid or spiteful of it like she was not that long ago, having finally unlearned the dialogue she had internalized for two years. Her emotions, they didn’t make her weak, in fact, it was quite the opposite. It’s what has allowed her to not only survive but thrive in this new darker world she had been thrust into.

So, she let them fall like one embraced the rain on their skin. Luckily as she struggled to get the words to come to the surface, he suddenly gasped in horror, having finally pieced the information together.

“No. Y-you saw them…get killed?”

She opened her mouth to speak and then settled for a nod. “Sh-she let him in, he had a patriot uniform on. Said he knew you. A-and then he…oh god.” She buried her head into his shoulder, getting tears on the expensive suit jacket.

But she lifted it back up again since as soon as she closed her eyes, the vivid images imprinted themselves once more.

“But, they were killed by the British?” he said in disbelief, just like they had predicted.

“No, Adrian, they weren’t.” Kamilah had finally recovered from whatever emotional wound he had opened earlier. Her voice was as commanding as ever but, at the same time uniquely sympathetic and gentle. “That was most likely a false memory. Something you…made up to deal with what happened. I have them too.”

They let the information sink into him, not wanting to overwhelm him with the whole terrible truth at once.

After a few minutes, the shock on his face dissolved into acceptance and then despair as he thought of the tragedy that had taken place. “I-if one of them didn’t do it, then who did? Why?”

“Gaius,” Isabel sniffed, her clipped speech showing the anger she felt deep inside.

The name rippled through the room, hitting him like a poisoned arrow.

“I-it can’t be,” he exclaimed. He jumped up into a standing position before trying to reconcile the thick web of lies he was spoon-fed so successfully. “There must be some mistake! There has to be.”

Isabel tried not to let his trauma filled skepticism get to her but, as someone whose last relationship was nothing but doubt and insecurity, she couldn’t help it. But, this wasn’t Adrian’s fault. Gaius was to blame for everything, so she didn’t let it consume her even as it did it’s best. Somehow through the continued waterworks, she found enough strength to power through for both of them.

She grabbed a hold of his lapels in order to get him to stop pacing and eventually she somehow was able to match his innate strength and he halted, which caused him to look at her.

“Adrian, believe me, I wish that it wasn’t true just as much as you do,” she said, her natural rasp breaking just like the collective hearts of everyone in the room. “But what I see is what really happened, whether the person with the memory knows it or not. I’m sorry.”

This seemed to be what she needed to say to convince him that the narrative he had painted about his family’s death was just that—fiction.

“No,” he let out a strangled cry, and suddenly there was a clear sheen in his eyes that Isabel had only ever seen once before.

He sank down into the thrift store couch Lily had purchased when she first moved into the tiny apartment three years earlier, placing his head in his hands.

“Why? Why did he have to do this?! Why couldn’t he have just spared them? They didn’t need to be hurt because of me!”

Isabel sat down next to him and placed a comforting arm around him. “I know. But, for…for him they did. It was all part of the plan to get you alone. Isolated with literally no one else to trust. A-and he also wanted all t-the blood.”

“Knowing Gaius for much longer than anyone, it doesn’t surprise me,” Kamilah told them glumly, confirming the theory. “He probably was watching you for weeks, months even. Calculating a foolproof plan to turn you…into his to control.”

A dry, bitter scoff escaped her lips from having to relieve all of the pain the man had inflicted on her too.

“He probably attacked you too, held you on the brink of death so that you couldn’t resist him.”

Adrian scowled in grief-stricken anger. “S-so I caused this. I’m the reason t-that they’re dead.”

The self-deprecating belief was like a knife to Isabel’s heart. Did he really believe that?

“Adrian, no.” She forced him to look at her, and his reddened appearance from his silent tears crushed her. “Listen to me, I doubt there was anything that you could’ve done whether you had been there or not. He would’ve found a way.”

Her words had yet to provide much comfort and he gave her a dubious look. But she quickly remembered something else from the memory that might be what he needed.

“Hey, don’t just take it from us. Eleanor, she didn’t blame you for this, so you shouldn’t either.”

He finally began to respond at the mention of his former wife. “H-how do you know?”

Isabel’s answer was instantaneous. “Because she said so. T-they were her…l-last words. She apologized to you, about how s-she couldn’t protect…your son.”

“What exactly did she say?”

She bit her lip but obliged. “That. She also wanted you to know…that she loved you…and that if you somehow survived…she wanted you to live your life, to find happiness. That doesn’t sound like someone who believed that anything about this was your fault.”

When Isabel looked around, she noticed that there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Even Kamilah had to stare up at the ceiling for a minute.

Then, she shifted and was reminded of her sore muscles and winced, blowing out a tense breath of air. The whole ordeal of the revelation had allowed herself to become distracted from the fact that she was still recuperating from the vision’s physical manifestations.

His red-rimmed eyes fixated on her and he sat up abruptly. “Oh god.”

“Adrian?”

She blinked with surprise when he all of a sudden cupped the side of her face, examining every inch of her worn-out appearance.

“This clearly took a toll on you,” he told her. “Kamilah said it made you sick, that you had a fever?”

Isabel frowned, hating to be fretted over. It was a part of her independent streak, which had become even stronger after Derek made her almost forget it existed.

She shrugged, visibly downplaying the distress that she still felt. “It’s true, it’s due to me trying to process everything. Well, that and the memory was stronger this time. Much stronger.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve told you that usually when I’m in them that there’s a tingling sensation. But, I guess because it was so emotional, it actually hurt this time,” she described, trying to remember exactly what it felt like. “It burned, almost like there was this…electricity inside of me.”

At this, Lily became somewhat animated from where she had perched herself. “I can confirm that. You were really staticky. Your hair was standing up all over the place and whenever I tried to touch you, I would get shocked.”

“No wonder I’m so sore,” Isabel grumbled.

Adrian’s expression became even more troubled as the lingering regret and grief mixed with his concern for her well-being. “You must be traumatized. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

“Hey, it’s okay. That trip was important and I’m glad that you didn’t have to miss it,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “And every blessing has a curse, and this is mine. If doing this means that I can actually help you guys, if this is how I can contribute, then it’s worth it to me. I’ll do anything to stop Gaius at this point.”

And she meant it. Now that she had seen how his family had been violently taken from him, just how cruel his former master could be, she understood why Adrian had been so easily swayed to violence. By itself, it was already deceptively sweet, but coupled with grief it became like honey, cocaine.

It was a cycle of vengeance and power that was extremely difficult to break. But, they would soon learn that it was the one thing that they would have to do when the one advantage they had would slip out of their hands. And to do so, they would have to tap into it, in order to rise above it.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices july challenge #bloodbound #adrian x mc #adrian x isabel #adrian raines #trigger warning: trauma

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1 THROUGH 55 AND 1 THROUGH 30 GO GO GO

LETS FUCKIN GO

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55 interesting questions you should drop in someone’s inbox

1. If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?

I ALREADY WATCH NETFLIX AND AGONIZE OVER MY STORY

2. What’s your favorite piece of clothing you’ve own/owned?

MY JACKETS. ANY CHEST OBSCURING, BROAD SHOULDERED, COZY JACKET

3. What hobbies would you get into if time and money wasn’t an issue?

DANCING, ID NEED TO GO TO CLASSES OR SOMETHING

4. What would your perfect room look like?

IM ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY WITH MY ROOM BUT IVE ALWAYS WANTED A LAVA LAMP, AND 1800 MORE PLANTS COULDNT HURT

5. Do you play sports?

6. What fiction place would you love to go to?

SINNOH REGION

7. What Job would you be terrible at?

DEBT COLLECTION. I WOULD BE GIVING SHIT TO PEOPLE FOR FREE. I COULDNT BEAR BEING ENCOURAGED TO FORCE PEOPLE WHO CANT PAY FOR SOMETHING TO PAY MORE

8. If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would it be?

SERVING. HOW MANY PLATES CAN YOU CARRY AT ONCE

9. What’s the most annoy habit other people have?

WALKING IN MY SPACE BUBBLE WHEN MY SENSES ARE OVERLOADED

10. What skill would you like to master?

A SECOND LANGUAGE

11. What would be the most amazing adventure to go on?

THE ONE FROM MY DREAM WHERE I KISSED A GIRL DYED MY HAIR BLUE AND WE ELOPED TO BRAZIL TO RAISE SHEEP

12. What’s your favorite drink ?

THAT CHRISTMAS SHIT. PEPPERMINT MOCHA AT STARBUCKS. A FRIEND GOT IT FOR ME ONCE. NOW I ORDER IT A BILLION TIMES.

13. What state or country would you never like to go back to?

I HAVE NOT TRAVELLED MUCH EVER

14. What songs do you have completely memorized?

I DONT REMEMBER LYRICS SO MUCH, BUT I COULD PROBABLY REMEMBER HOW MANY SONGS GO COMPLETELY

15. Are you usually early or late?

LATE. IM GETTING BETTER THOUGH

16. What takes up too much of your time?

GETTING OUT OF BED

17. What do you wish you knew more about?

SWORDS

18. What are some small things that make your day better?

COFFEE. SOMEONE SAYING SOMETHING NICE TO ME.

19. What TV channel doesn’t exist but really should?

QUEER EYE BUT BY TRANS PEOPLE FOR TRANS PEOPLE

20. Who has impressed you the most with what they’ve accomplished?

YOU. AND ME. ITS GROWTH

21. What age do you wish you can permanently be?

21, SO I HAVE TIME TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCKS GOING ON

22. What TV show or movie do you refuse to watch?

13 REASONS, THE BOOK WAS TRIGGERING SO I WONT RISK IT

23. What would be your ideal way to spend you weekend?

TAKING A WALK, HAVING COFFEE, WATERING PLANTS… IM HAPPY

24. What’s something in your life that’s considered a luxury?

I HAVE PERFUME...

25. Is there anything you’re too young/old for?

TO YOUNG TO NEVER DRINK. TOO OLD FOR POKEMON

26. What’s your favorite genre book or movie?

I DONT HAVE THE ATTENTION SPAN FOR EITHER BUT I SEEM TO LIKE URBAN FANTASY A LOT

27. How often do you people watch?

I THINK IM SO POLITE BUT HONESTLY, I QUIETLY SCRUTINIZE SO MANY PEOPLE ON THE TRAIN EVERY DAY AND GUESS AT THEIR PERSONAL HABITS AND SELF IMAGE.

28. What’s the best single day on the calendar?

MY BIRTHDAY, SAGITTARIUS SEASON RULES BABY

29. What are you interested in that most people haven’t heard of?

I DONT KNOW ABOUT ANYTHING PPL HAVENT HEARD OF BUT IM INTERESTED IN BLACK HOLES

30. Do you relax after a hard day?

FOOD. NETFLIX. DECOMPOSING ON TUMBLR

31. What’s the best book or series you’ve ever read?

I HAVENT READ A BOOK I REALLY LOVE IN AGES. HARRY POTTER AND ARTEMIS FOWL WERE MY FAVOURITES GROWING UP, BUT CORNELIA FUNKES BOOKS SLAPPED AND HIS DARK MATERIALS WAS GORGEOUS

32. Where’s the farthest you’ve ever been from home?

IDAHO?

33. What’s the most heart warming thing you’ve ever seen?

LUCIFER WAS LIKE YOU DESERVE SOMEONE WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR BORING MIDDLE NAME JANE AND KNOWS THAT EVERY MURDER BREAKS YOUR HEART AND YOU SIMPLY DESERVE BETTER SO NO MORE MOMENTS WHILE THEYRE HAVING A MOMENT AND CHLOE IS WATCHING THIS FUCKING IDIOT AND IVE WATCHED THIS BEFORE SO I KNOW SHES GONNA KISS HIM AND THEN THEY KISS

34. What’s the most annoying question that people ask you?

ANY SMALL TALK QUESTIONS

35. Would you give a 40 minute presentation with no preparation?

YES. ID MAKE THAT SHIT RIGHT UP. SKILLS

36. What’s something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives?

GIVE ME A HUG AND SOME CHOCOLATE

37. Would you rather go Hand Gliding or Whitewater rafting?

HANG GLIDING

38. Dream car?

SOMETHING I DONT HAVE TO WORRY WILL FALL INTO PIECES AT ANY MOMENT

39. What’s something so many people are obsessed with and you just don’t understand why?

STRAIGHT LOVE SONGS

40. What are you most looking forward to in 10 years from now?

HAVING A CAT

41. What’s something you’ve been meaning to try but haven’t gotten to it?

DECORATING THE DOLLHOUSE I RESCUED FROM THE BATHROOM

42. What’s the best thing that’s happened to you all week?

IM NOT VERY FAR THROUGH THE WEEK AND I HAVENT ENJOYED MOST OF IT BUT PEOPLE SAYING ADORABLE THINGS

43. How different was your life one year ago?

NOT A LOT DIFFERENT, IM JUST LONELY IN THE CITY NOW, MINUS A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, ONE YEAR ON T

44. What/who would you rate 10/10?

MY CACTUS JAKEN. I DROPPED HIM SO MANY TIMES AN ENTIRE HALF OF HIS SPIKES ARE FLAT SCARS. AND LOOK AT HIM. THRIVING

45. What kind of art do you enjoy the most?

GENUINELY MADE ART

46. What do you hope never changes?

MY T PRESCRIPTION

47. What movie title best describes your life?

I LOOKED THROUGH NETFLIX AND I PICK TWILIGHT

48. What website do you visit most often?

TUMBLR

49. What’s something you’re looking forward to this year?

MY BIRTHDAY

50. What’s something you’d like to unlearn?

FINDING A REASON TO CANCEL EVERY SINGLE LITTLE THING

51. Where would you spend all your time if you could?

WALKING BY SOME RUNNING WATER

52. What age would you like to live to?

80. THATS MY MENTAL HEALTH ANSWER

53. What’s something you’re most likely to become famous for?

SOMETHING CREATIVE WOULD BE AWESOME

54. What’s something you’re most likely to be arrested for?

CRIMES

55. What’s something you really want but can’t afford?

A CAT

Lgbt+ ask game

What do you identify as and what are your pronouns?

I’m even a little shaken by a questioning state right now but for a while I’ve felt the best fit is the androgynous label -- I read a description of it being the purple on a pink to blue scale, both at once but not specifically either one, and something else by itself. I’m also happy with a cryptic masculine grey area. My pronouns are he/him.

How did you discover your sexuality, tell your story?

During the Puberty 1.0 nightmare, I was basically living someone else’s life, and any attraction I felt wasn’t in relation to myself. I felt disconnected from my body and gender and everything too, and I felt a lot of social pressure to experience a certain type of attraction, fit into a certain role, et cetera, and none of these feelings existed in me at all, so I used to identify as ace. When I realized I was trans, I was too caught up in the, transition safely, my life is a lie, stopping dysphoria drama to focus on this, but I had an idea I might be a gay guy judging from my gay creative writing until I caught feelings for a girl and realized this wasn’t the first time that had happened. Some bi positivity and nonbinary rage later, I am reminded that gender is a joke.

Have you experienced being misgendered? What happened and how did you overcome it?

Yes of course A LOT. Starting with my parents, who do it aggressively and maliciously. And plenty from strangers and customers, mostly after hearing my voice pre-transition. It used to hurt terribly because I was dealing with so much other stuff at the time, and one little thing could be the last straw, so I used to react strongly and harshly, to people you express yourself to anyway. On T, I’ve been so much more chill and confident, and it’s less painful to accept that some people just don’t know any better, although that doesn’t change its effect.

Who was the first person you told, how did they react?

I don’t remember, I think it was a high school friend. I vaguely remember texting someone in a bathroom during a crying session at work. My high school friends were all warm and supportive.

Describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel?

It was scary as hell. I’m sure coming out (with your gender specifically) is scary by nature because it’s a huge truth to be telling that can really change how the people you love perceive you, for better or for worse, but for me, I’m also thinking with the dread and certainty that my family would be too conservative and potentially dangerous. Coming out to my family was one of the worst, most painful things I’ve ever been through -- being kicked out and laughed at, a lot of drama, confrontations, Bible readings and being ganged up on at odd hours, trying to comfort my mom who took it as her personal failure -- I was shaking with adrenaline 24/7. I think of the “I’ll suffer through anything as long as it has meaning” comment that was about angsty fanfics, but knowing the truth about myself was a source of unshakable strength and it felt refreshing and even triumphant to say, like I was giving myself permission to exist for the first time. I came out a bunch of times, though...

If you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react?

My family reacted mostly badly, my sister is a little confused but has the spirit, and my friends have been wonderful.

What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality?

It’s more of a gender thing, but I hate it when people imply that I shouldn’t be on T or are subtly trying to talk me out of it with their questions. After all the disrespectful as fuck bullshit I heard from my parents, I’m tired of this.

Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear.

Zombie apocalypse denim? Gay Layers

Who are your favourite lgbt+ ships?

I’m not really emotionally invested in these “ships” you cool kids are talking about. I like canon, age-appropriate ones.

What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any?

I’ve never really worn makeup. I brazenly never bothered to growing up, and if it had an effect on me socially, I was too tuned out to care. My sister always wanted to do my hair and makeup, but I wasn’t interested and wouldn’t let her, much to her frustration. I wore some for a musical once though, and I had no idea what I was doing and it was extremely uncomfortable. I felt what I know now is dysphoria and ended up using the lipstick to draw. Another aspect to this is my family forbade it (or my dad made the decision for everyone), not that it made my sister feel less pressured to wear it, so maybe it was some female presentation I could easily get out of. For that reason, I don’t have super strong feelings about it. Not understanding it probably resulted in me feeling left out a lot among my peers.

Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how does that affect you?

Yes. Before my realization, it was a numb horror I wasn’t consciously aware of, ruining nice things growing up to the point where I feel like I missed out on being a teenager. I remember it as feeling nauseous while sitting in a corner, feeling like none of my clothes ever fit for some mysterious reason. Living with my family in the closet, it defined my life, and I was obsessed with my presentation. These days, it does not bother me on that level at all, except a minor freakout now and then if I get really wild and wear feminine clothes. Or I still feel it in more subtle ways, when I default to customer service voice, or when guys my age are twice my height and I look aaaall the way up at them and wonder what gender they see me as.

What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard said about the lgbt+ community?

Trust me, I have heard truck loads of dumb shit and the winner is the Gay Agenda is R****a’s propaganda to weaken the integrity of North America. Considering what is happening over there, it was enragingly stupid.

What’s your favourite thing about the lgbt+ community?

I feel like I can be myself around lgbt+ people. I don’t feel like I have to hide stuff or put on a show, and I’m not afraid because it’s familiar territory.

What’s your least favourite thing about the lgbt+ community?

Aside from obvious problems like TERFs, ace discourse. Ace people are part of the community if they want to be and that’s enough on that, my skin is already breaking out.

Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not?

I finally went to a Pride event this year! I was surprised it was the first one I’d been to, then remembered my parents discouraged me from going anywhere, never mind to a gay where.

Who is your favourite lgbt+ Icon/Advocate/Celebrity?

I can’t think of many people right now, but Leslie Feinberg seems awesome, and some quotes from Stone Butch Blues are very validating.

Have you been in a relationship and how did you meet?

No. Technically I have been in one, but it was shitty and ridiculous, and basically platonic, and I don’t want it to count.

What is your favourite lgbt+ book?

I barely read… I read Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe in high school and it was honestly so precious.

Have you ever faced discrimination? What happened?

Yes. I got kicked out (but then kicked back in again), had my stuff stolen and damaged, was verbally harassed… and I was indirectly fired by an employer, but We Will Never Know Why...

Your Favorite lgbt+ movie or show?

Queer Eye! I don’t know of many though, and some important ones, I just haven’t watched.

Who are some of your favourite lgbt+ bloggers?

My mutuals :D

Which lgbt+ slur do you want to reclaim?

I’m okay calling myself queer.

Have you ever gone to a gay bar, or a drag show, how was it?

No, but I did see some drag performances at the one (1) Pride event I went to, and they were jaw-dropping.

How do you self-identify your gender, and what does that mean to you?

I’m not sure what this question means, but I decide what fits right by what makes me feel the most alive and emotionally real and in the moment. What makes me feel the most attractive to be honest. There’s a post about dysphoria I saw going around, the things on it are basically what I use to figure things out.

Are you interested in having children? Why or why not?

I am actually! Not anytime soon, but I’m the responsible type for sure, and judging by the way I love growing plants and being around animals, I’m probably a nurturing person. I actually like kids too, lol, they’re just so high-energy.

What identity advice would you give your younger self?

You’re a boy. Go!

What do you think of gender roles in relationships?

I think people are going to have different ways of expressing themselves that make them happy, but… I don’t think they should infringe on basic human decency. When I hear “role” I think of acting a certain way because someone told you to, something I want to disagree with on the spot.

Anything else you want to share about your experience with gender?

People move out of my way on the sidewalk and take me seriously now. Privilege or self-confidence… I never want to forget what it used to be like, or get too entitled.

What is something you wish people know about being lgbt+?

That it’s simply living one’s reality. I think that trips up a lot of straight people -- that some people just come like this, and they don’t have to make it fit into their personal identity.

Why are proud to be lgbt+?

Because I worked hard to be alive and happy right now. I’m proud of choosing to get through those rough patches, take care of myself, heal, take walks, cook breakfast, learn healthy coping mechanisms, that was out of love for myself and a defiant conviction that I have a place in this world.

#chatty tag

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ON FEBRUARY 27,2017 9:44 AM THIS TROUBLED

NUCLEAR WAR IS COMING THIS WAS THE REVELATION ON FEBRUARY 27,2017 9:44 AM THIS TROUBLED ME NUCLEAR WAR IS COMING THIS WAS THE REVELATION THAT BURDENED ME! The Captcha Code image I received when logging into my Sprint Wireless account. Sprint administrations informed me that GOOGLE does their CAPTCHA CODES. This is the actual image untouched in any way

NUCLEAR WAR IS COMING TO AMERICA, THIS IS WHAT WAS REVEALED TO ME AFTER 20 DAYS OF SEEKING AN ANSWER FOR THIS STRANGE CAPTCHA! I HAVE THE ABILITY TO PRAY, RECEIVE ANSWERS AND SEE THE MYSTERIES OF GOD IN THINGS THAT OTHERS MAY NOT SEE IT IS A WARNING, YES TECHNOLOGY GOOGLE DOING TO ALL OF THOSE

Who would send this, Who else has received this, but the Revelation behind it is even more profound. I have something really strange to share with you all today, I have thought about it to myself for three weeks and prayed to God for the revelation of what occurred to me on February 27, 2017, at approximately 9:44 am. On this particular date, I was sitting at my desk at my workstation where I write songs, work on Twitter, Facebook, Emails and whatever I need to do online. I was listening to one of my songs called Everlasting Love so that I could write out scenes to a music video for this particular song. (I guess you could say I was multitasking; I’m quite good at it.) So I went over to the SPRINT WIRLES website website to login and pay my cellular phone bill which was due in 3-4 days. Then Sprint/GOOGLE sent me a captcha code which is normal for them to do for security reasons. If you have Sprint cellular services or any type of service where you log in to do any form of online business banking or things of that nature, then you know the captcha codes are normal.

Holy Christ, what in the world was I looking at! God, Heaven knows the captcha that I received was anything but normal.

In front of my eyes, on my Mac desktop was a captcha code asking me to check the boxes for street signs on it. I work really fast and move quickly around the internet – you can see my mouse the blue check mark in the image. At the moment I saw this strange captcha code, I blinked my eyes and took a double take. Father God, what was this image that I had gotten from sprint.com It was a picture of Jesus Christ hanging on the cross! I gasped and did another double take rubbing my eyes, and it was still there. I don’t know if I expected it to disappear, go away or something, but thank God, I had enough thinking ability to snap several photos of it on my iPhone6 plus. In one of the pictures, I made sure that I captured my last name that is attached to my sprint account.

Now I will have to take a pic of the original picture from iPhone6

So that it will show you the original date and time. I have to be precise like this to let you know that this is authentic. If anyone out there has gotten something like this, please come forward and share your story so I will know that this is not rare and there are others that have experienced this!

I looked around my room, and immediately I loudly said in exclamatory fashion “Who is watching me?” Then I said “God, what is going on here?” I got no answer at that time. I got up and grabbed my keys and drove 5 miles up the road to the local Sprint store. When I got there, I asked them, “Hey, do you guys make and send out your own captcha codes?” They said “We think we do.” Then I requested to speak to the manager. He walked over, and I showed him the image on my phone. I asked him “Why would Sprint sent me such a captcha like this?” I’m a Christian and don’t know what to think of this. “What is going on here at Sprint?” I asked him. He replied to me “I don’t know what to tell you. I have never seen anything like this before either in my whole life.” Then he told me that I needed to contact the CEO of Sprint company.They asked me to verify my account, and I said “Okay.” They usually ask me for my ID, and that is good enough. This day, however, they stated that they had a new technology, and so I needed to thumbprint. Not only that, but they also scanned my driver license. Feeling disappointed, I asked them “When did you, start doing all this type of things?” They said, “Oh, we just started this, for security purposes.” I took a deep sigh, shook my head, and said “You know what? I’m just going to go. Thanks for your help, I will call the CEO of Sprint company.” I WROTE AN EMAIL AND THEY RESPONDED ON APRIL18, 2017 BY EMAIL AND THEN THE COMPANY PHONED ME ON APRIL 19,2017

I came back home very troubled by this image. I said “God, I need a revelation on this matter. Is this some type of sign or is someone just messing with me?” I thought if someone was just messing with me, I have been very violated by it. You would have to be a born again holy-Ghost-filled Christian to understand what I mean by being violated spiritually. I began to pray daily about the image, and I fasted, talking to myself and asking God for revelation. One-week-time passed, I was still in prayer, still keeping this to myself. After two weeks, answers began to come. God led me to my web browser to type in “Zone 30.” That was the number and words circled on the street sign.

I heard the Holy Spirit say to me, “Scroll down the page, remember what you saw. Copy and paste it.” I had gotten nowhere in this search and with this strange captcha image that was troubling my spirit so very much, or so I was feeling. I went to the second page of the search and heard the Holy Spirit say, “Look at that again.” I listened as the voice said “Scroll down.” So I did, and I stopped on the 5th result of the first search 2nd page opened it more I looked I was so not wanting to have that Captcha Code relate to any of this, but it does very much so. And what gave me final confirmation is the image below with bares an eerie resemblance point blank.

Pictures: Chernobyl’s eerie exclusion zone 30 years on

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/04/23/wildlife-returns-to-radioactive-wasteland-of-chernobyl/

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-35824880

DIRECTLY ABOVE SLAUGHTERED LITTLE ONES THE SYRAN NUCLER CHEMICAL WEAPONS ATTAK. LET US HERE IN AMERICA REALIZE THAT WE TO ARE NOT EXEMPT FROM NUCLEAR ATTACKS OF CHEMICAL WEAPONS

https://youtu.be/btWBrVVJZck I WILL EXPLAIN THE REVELATION THAT I PERCEIVED FROM THE CAPTCHA IMAGE WHERE IT CAME FROM , THERE WAS SOME SORT OF KNOWLEDGE OF OF THESE ATTACKS . REMEMBER I RECEIVED THE CAPTCHA IMAGE ON FEBRUARY 27,2017 OVER 3 WEEKS AGO. I ONLY NOW PUT IT UP BECAUSE I WRESTLED WITH LOGIC AND MY THOUGHT OF WHAT IN WORLD WAS THIS THAT I HAD IN MY POSSESSION.

THE NUMBER 30 CIRCLED IN THE RED REPRESENTS AROUND THE 30TH OR SO YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF Chernobyl’s Vladimir Ilyich Lenin Nuclear Power Station in the former Soviet Union.

THE WHITE SIGN ON THE CROSS READS TETELESTAI- WHICH MEANS IT IS FINISHED PAID IN FULL. THE RED CIRCLE AROUND THE NUMBER #30 ZONE SYMBOLIZES WARNING “ SO WHAT EXACTLY IS THIS SAYING ABOUT THIS IMAGE HERE BELOW. THIS IS TAHT IMAGE I CAME ACROSS THAT STARTLED ME SIMILARITIES WHERE STRIKINGLY EERI TO MUCH ALIKE TO IGNORE TP THAT CAPTCHA CODE THAT I WAS SENT. CHERNOBYL IS NOW KNOW A EXCLUSION ZONE

THIS IS THE SONG IS THE SONG I WAS LISTENING TO THAT MORNING EXACTLY WHEN THE CAPTCHA CODE WAS SENT . THE LYRICS OF THE SONG ARE (FAST FORWARD ) THE BRIDGE OF THE SONG @ TO 2MINS AND 54 SECONDS This is a song that I wrote, arranged and did the vocals I named this particular song (Everlasting Love) sitting there I was writing out the scenes for a music video and how I wanted to portray this song to visuals. That is when this That is when I took a break to pay my spring bill because a notice came in on my phone that the bill was coming up in 3 days. So I logged in to pay and that is when this Captcha popped up on the screen, it was Ironic that I was listening to a song about Christ being Crucified. Could it be that artificial intelligence computers are monitoring us so closely that they are sending us things like this Could it be that this was a nasty insult and mockery to Christ Jesus and his dying, could this be the beast system doing what it was put here to do Did I just experience the future downfall of this world and what is to come concerning technology, computers and how they terrorize us there will be nothing that we do that they are not monitored in real time by satellite and computers and phones. Sprint, NASA, Verizon wireless, the Government all working together as only a part of the Beast System. Well, my friends the answer is yes through Signs and Symbols God is speaking and we are asleep in the Church collection money building more churches and more churches. My God only if we knew what was in store for this world, America, we would do things differently and in a hurry.

The Beast System is here slowly infiltrating its way into the souls of humanity those of us that are ASLEEP I CALL THEM THE WALKING DEAD, FOR THEY CLAIM TO KNOW AND LOVE CHRIST BUT INDEED THIER HEARTS ARE FAR FROM HIM. THEY SEEK MONEY AND WELATH LUXURY AND THINGS HOMES CARS ALL OF THESE THINGS. BUT THEY CARE NOT FOR THIER SOULS NOR DO THEY CARE FOR THE SOULS OF OTHERS AS CHRIST HAS TOLD US TO WIN SOULS FOR THIS IS A WAR A SPIRITUAL WAR. AND SOON THE MANIFESTATION OF WICKEDNESS IN HIGH PLACES OTHER REALMS WILL SHOW, ITâ€™S SELF TO THOSE WHO ARE BLIND AND ASLEEP AND THEY WILL FAINT OF FEAR AND TERROR.

BLESSING BE UPON ALL OF YOU MY FRIENDS LET US BE AWARE OF THE SIGNS AND SYMBOLS THAT ARE ALL AROUND US SO THAT WE MAY ATTEMPT TO PREPARE OR AT LEAST BE READY AT ALL TIMEES. HAVE OUR SOULS IN THE RIGHT STANDING WITH GOD THE FATHER SO THAT WHEN ALL THESE THINGS COME TO PAST THAT WE BE NOT CAUGHT UNAWARE AND THAT WE KNOW THE DAY AND HOUR SHALL NOT BE LONG BEFORE OUR LORD AND SAVIOR CHRIST JESUS SHALL APPEAR IN HE CLOUDS AND EVERY MAN SHALL SEE HIM. AND KNOW THAT GOD IS INDEED THE CREATOR OF HEAVEN AND EARTH WORLDS SEEN AND UNSEEN THE ALPHA AND OMEGA. MY MESSAGE TO US ALL (BE READY AT ALL TIMES)

They removed all links to this video so when I shared it it would show a blank page, I’m simply an ordinary person but with the revelation and wisdom

They are wicked and online they are gang stalking it is called cyber stalking

It is the new way of crime and many of us will be censored and watched

Even put on a list these are big corporations that have 3rd party access to your online profiles . The Analyst at Google did give me a personal call

And Apologize I told them this was demonic and a type of persecution

They agreed did they mean it, No, they did not, but I wanted them to know

That I was not afraid of the mess they had sent to me. Just a word to the wise when you turn on your computer your camera off and put a piece of tape over the lens, it will give you a little privacy but still you have the

Television on and through that they are watching from the satellite

The only thing we can really do in this hour is pray and draw near to GOD

BECAUSE THE WORSE IS YET TO COME.

I’AM PROPHETESS SONYA TOWNSEND AND THIS IS FOR THOSE

WHO WANT TO BE AWAKENED? I PRAY THAT IT DOES NOT FALL ON DEAF EARS. TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY EVERY BIT OF OF IT 4 EVER AND 4 EVER.

LYRICS ( THE HUNG HIM HIGH, THEY STRETCHED, HE BOWED HIS HEAD AND THEN HE DIED FOR YOU AND I HE WAS CRUCIFIED EVERLASTING LOVE, EVERLASTING LOVE YOU CAN SEARCH A LIFETIME NO GREATER LOVE WILL YOU FIND

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Heaven Scent Chapter Eight

Heaven Scent | Dan Howell rarely leaves the house unless he has too, too socially awkward to function normally around other people, and generally making his only friends through Louise, a sweet beta who took him under her wing a few years back when they were both still in college. It’s no surprise, then, that the omega has yet to find a mate, despite craving one rather a lot. It’s not until he attends Louise’s birthday party and gets accidentally-on-purpose set up with an attractive alpha named Phil Lester who smells absolutely heavenly that Dan starts to fall into a proper romance, complete with courting and scenting and the like. | Phan | Mature | A/B/O dynamics (Omegaverse fic), Fluff, Getting Together, Eventual Smut, Courting | 7,465 Words this chapter

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

Hello my friends! Ahhh, this is the final chapter of Heaven Scent, and I can’t believe it’s ended up quite as long as it appears to have :O In three weeks, I’ve managed to write 57K words, and to top it all off, this is the first chaptered fic I’ve completed on my own in at least 4 years, if not more, so… to say I’m proud of myself would be a complete and utter understatement.

Thank you to everyone whose supported this story since day one, when I first started writing it, and when I first started posting. It’s meant the world to me to have people so excited to see a story that defies the norm of what this trope usually is. Thank you as well to every person who has left a comment, or messaged me to show me their support and to tell me that this is the first time they’ve enjoyed this trope, as that is all I’ve ever wanted to do with this fic.

I’m so sad to see this ending, but all great things must come to an end, I’m afraid. I hope to eventually do a semi-sequel including some mpreg, for those who are interested, but I do start school again in 3 days, so I can’t promise when or if that sequel will appear <33 Still, maybe look out for it <33

This chapter does contain smut and sexual situations, so please read the second half in particular with caution. I promise you’ll know when it’s coming.

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Chapter Eight

As promised, Phil texted Dan the entire time he was having his heat.

At first, it was silly things like “i forgot to find the rest of my underwear, im gonna have to do laundry every day now”, and “i know you told me not to forget anything but all my most important things are all in your flat :’(,” both of which made Dan laugh and his heart clench up in happiness to know that Phil’s entire life had pretty much already migrated into Dan’s flat.

After the first few hours, though, while Dan was in-between flare up’s and munching on power bars, they become more sentimental and funny, more similar to what Phil used to text Dan back at the very beginning of their relationship mixed with corny love struck texts that reflected their emotions from tonight. They were everything Dan could have ever asked for and more, and they truly made this heat the best that Dan had ever experienced.

From: Phil Lester <3

i miss you already :’( do you miss me?

From: Phil Lester <3

part of me wishes id stayed, but im glad were waiting

From: Phil Lester <3

look at this dog i saw on my facebook feed. when are we gonna adopt? :’D

From: Phil Lester <3

i found this jacket you might like and i might have already bought it, oops

From: Phil Lester <3

the new youtube red short film im editing -- we have to watch it together when its out, okay??? i think youll love it!!

From: Phil Lester <3

thinking of you :’(

The last one came with an attached photo of Phil’s face, smiling delicately at Dan like he was unsure if he should be sending it all, and yet it made Dan feel warm to the core on the second afternoon of his heat. He hadn’t realized just how badly he’d needed the picture until he was staring at it, fingers fisted around his cock while his core fluttered around nothing and slick dripped from between his legs.

Dan could feel his insides aching as he sunk his fingers back into himself and dropped the phone, flinging his head backwards on a ragged moan as he pressed in deep and gave himself everything he wanted. There was an abandoned vibrator at his side that he’d given up on in preference of pretending his own fingers where Phil’s, and he felt so fucking good that he came almost instantly after pressing against his g-spot, collapsing backwards into a pile of pillows that smelled like Phil.

Phil, Phil, Phil, he was all Dan could think about, and he gasped and moaned as he writhed in his nest, soaking in the fact that everything smelt like alpha. Never before had Dan felt so good, and while he was a mix of exhausted and bored when he wasn’t in the midsts of heat waves pressing into his tummy and begging Dan to get pregnant, he was also content, because for the first time in his life, Dan had a partner to think of while he went through this.

Not to mention, when he was finished, he had a standing date with Phil to finally have sex, something he couldn’t stop thinking of.

How many times now had he rutted against Phil’s cock and felt the outline of the alpha, hot and long in his jeans? How many times had he pressed in close and felt that bulge, body reacting in desperate want to have it inside already? Phil’s mouth was pure heaven on Dan’s lips, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how it was going to feel everywhere else, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than he wanted anything in the world, and as the image of Phil biting into his scent gland, bonding him, sunk into Dan’s mind, he came with an explosive call of the alpha’s name, knuckle deep into his core once more, and hand fisted tight around his dick.

Dan didn’t know what was better, the image, or the sensation, and he gasped as he rocked into himself, desperate for Phil, soaked in sweat and slick, wishing the alpha was there to clean him up.

The memory of him would have to be enough for now. Dan just knew he couldn’t wait until he could finally have the love of his life in every way.

On the fourth morning after Phil had left Dan’s side, Dan woke up exhausted, but okay. The heat cramps had dissipated, and the desperate arousal that had made his skin thrum for the past three days was finally gone. His cock was soft and limp against his thigh, and while his insides throbbed from being used and abused so much, the slick had pretty much stopped, and he wasn’t clenching desperately around nothing anymore.

He was, however, covered in slick, and fully aware that the entire walk-in he’d sequestered himself in smelled like nothing but heat and omega pheromones. Dan was willing to bet his entire flat was tinged with the scent as well, but while Dan knew he was going to have to get up eventually and clean the whole mess up, he was mostly just relieved.

Heat’s were amazing, don’t get Dan wrong. He actually really enjoyed them, and while spending a heat with a partner was always going to be better than spending it alone, Dan had yet to meet an omega who actually complained about their heat when they came less often than seven-ish times a year. Sure, they were long, often boring, and sometimes painful, but the chance to take time off and feel flushed with pleasure for three days wasn’t something to gawk at. Most omega’s enjoyed the time to feel extra pleasured, and when it came time to get pregnant and have babies, most seemed to feel euphoric.

Dan couldn’t wait to one day experience that, but not until he and Phil were ready.

No, Dan was relieved that his heat was over because it meant he’d finally get to have Phil back in his home, and he’d honestly desperately missed the alpha since he’d been gone.

Dan’s body was sore, he was tired of living off of protein bars and water, and he wanted Phil home, but he didn’t so much mind that he’d just spent three days essentially pleasuring himself to the mental image of Phil.

The fact that Phil was going to be the one pleasuring him the next time, though… well, that was enough to get Dan out of his nest and cleaning up.

The nest went first. With his heat over, and his hormones back to normal, Dan didn’t crave the safety of the little den any longer. He pulled it apart, sheets first, to start setting them in the wash with a special, slick dispelling soap. Then, he made two more piles by the washer and dryer; one full of the duvets he’d used up, and another full of the clothing he’d eventually need to return to Phil, as well as his own that he’d need to hang back up.

Once that was mostly taken care of, Dan took the more non-cloth like items such as his teddy bear, and his toys, into the bathroom to manually clean of his scent. The teddy bear, Dan knew, would have to air out for the most part, as he’d used it for nearly every single one of his heats in the past, but it hardly mattered. If it was left in the bathroom, it shouldn’t bother anyone too much.

His toys, on the other hand, needed to be properly washed and sanitized before Dan put them away, and his fingers were deft and quick against the malleable plastic. He’d cleaned them a thousand times in the past, and he had no desire to linger over them now when he had something much more pleasant coming for him tonight.

Just the thought made Dan grin and groan a little, low in his throat. He’d lived off the image of Phil fucking him for three days, now. The idea of it finally happening was making him wet, and he had to tighten his legs a bit to prevent the slick from getting everywhere.

On the upside, it didn’t smell quite as arousing as heat-slick did, and reassured Dan that he was most definitely finished with that part of his life for now. No, any arousal Dan felt now was purely his own, and not instinct. He couldn’t wait until Phil got home.

By the time Dan had finished cleaning and airing out his apartment, a second load of duvets in the washer, it was nearing six o’clock. Phil didn’t tend to get off and home until closer to nine, but Dan hadn’t yet texted him it was safe to come back to Dan’s, and his heart was racing in his chest at the very idea of it all. He could feel his insides sopping with slick already, desperate for something Dan had been waiting months to have, and he scolded himself a little for getting overly excited.

What if Phil had changed his mind? What if he wanted to wait a little longer before they had sex? Dan could and would understand that, never wanting to push the alpha past his boundaries, but he needed to get his body under control before he lost his mind completely and demanded Phil come home and fuck him already.

Settling back on the couch, Dan finally relaxed and picked up his phone.

Phil had been texting him all day, the same as he had the past three - little nonsense words about what was going on, and pictures of things that had reminded Phil of Dan. There was even another selfie of Phil frowning at the camera, captioned with how he reacted to his coworkers being absolute idiots, and it made Dan laugh and sigh happily as he fingered his phone in his hands.

Phil Lester was everything that Dan had ever wanted, and he still couldn’t figure out how he’d gotten so lucky.

To: Phil Lester <3

De-heat-afied the flat. Come home? :(

From: Phil Lester <3

home? :’D

To: Phil Lester <3

well, you said it yourself. you practically live here now. so yeah… come home

From: Phil Lester <3

be there in twenty minutes

There was no mention of their plans in the quick five minute conversation. They didn’t discuss what Dan was hoping was going to happen. They didn’t talk about missing each other, or the I-love-you’s, or anything else that had happened since the last time they’d seen each other, and yet, it didn’t seem to matter to Dan.

Phil had called his flat home, had joked about it being something more to him than just Dan’s flat, and had spent a good portion of Dan’s heat complaining that all of his things were at Dan’s. Phil had promised to be home nearly three hours before he normally got off work, and that… that was everything to Dan.

Just knowing that Phil already considered Dan’s home, home too, and that he’d missed Dan enough to leave work early, that was everything to Dan, who couldn’t seem to stop it when he started to purr and fell backwards on his couch to lay against the cushions with stars in his eyes. His heart was beating frantically in his chest, aching in a way that made Dan want to burst with how much he loved Phil Lester.

Never… never in his life had he felt so treasured and so wanted. It didn’t matter, in that moment, if they had sex that night. It didn’t matter, because Dan already had everything he’d ever wanted.

Ever the gentleman - or just a dork, Dan wasn’t sure - Phil knocked on the front door when he arrived.

Dan knew it was him because he’d be able to pick up Phil’s scent from anywhere by now, and he rolled his eyes at the sound because Phil had long since been given a key, but he didn’t complain as he stood and hurried to his front door, desperate to see his alpha again. His fingers were slippery on the doorknob, but he managed to pull it open, and was taken by surprise when the first thing he saw was another huge bouquet of wild flowers completely obscuring his view of Phil.

“I - what?” Dan stuttered, blushing a deep red at the notion of getting flowers again, like they were back in the beginning days and Phil was still trying to court him. He could feel his breathing had picked up, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, nor the way he seemed to melt into himself a little. It was such a silly, unnecessary gesture, and yet Dan was living for it.

“Phil,” he whispered, as he reached out to take the bouquet at the same time as Phil chuckled at him. His fingers tightened around the purple paper that was wrapped around the bouquet as he pulled it in close, for one second completely captivated by the scent and sight of the flowers. Then, he turned his gaze completely towards Phil, only to be faced with a look of complete and utter self-satisfaction painted across his features.

Dan was certain that he probably looked entirely enamoured.

“I hate you,” Dan muttered, and dropped the flowers to his side, taking two steps forward and pressing in close to nuzzle into his alpha. Phil chuckled again and wrapped his arms instantly around Dan, like he couldn’t help himself, and buried his face in Dan’s hair. “You didn’t have to,” Dan added for good measure as he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his alpha and wishing desperately to bury himself in him entirely.

“I did,” Phil murmured in response, his hands soothing against Dan’s back, scenting him unobtrusively. He breathed deeply against Dan’s hair, like he wanted to saturate Dan in Phil, and then pressed a kiss delicately to the top of his head. “I wanted to give you something special because - because I missed you,” he added, laughing at himself and hugging Dan a little tighter for a moment. “Can you really blame me?”

Dan chuckled as well, and shook his head, eyes a little wet as he pressed his face against Phil.

“No. I can’t. I missed you too,” he shot back, and sighed when Phil rumbled in response, the sound pleasant and warm as it soaked into Dan.

He’d missed this so much, more than he could say. He could spend hours just cuddling with Phil, wrapped up in his scent, and the long three days apart had felt like an eternity when Dan had spent the entire time imagining Phil was with him, in bed. Dan hadn’t even gotten to experience that yet, and it had been amazing. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like when…

His face grew a deeper red as his body started to react in tandem with his thoughts.

Dan shifted against Phil, trying to hide the fact that he was growing hard, only for Phil to draw him in closer and inhale deeply.

“I think we should get inside,” the alpha rumbled, his voice all deep and husky, the way it only ever seemed to get when he was taken slightly by instinct, when he was hard and wanting for Dan. The sound made Dan shudder and mewl, pressing in closer to Phil despite the fact that the alpha had suggested otherwise, and he pressed tentative, needy kisses against Phil’s chest.

“We probably should,” Dan agreed after a second, mind a little hazy.

He tried to pull back from Phil, but for a moment, the alpha wouldn’t let him go. His hands tightened around Dan, holding him closer, and then relaxed completely as Phil sighed. Not wanting to test the limits of Phil’s self control, Dan hurriedly stepped out of his arms, and turned on his heel to head straight for the kitchen, some part of his brain still very aware that he had a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

The sound of his front door shutting behind him was eerily reminiscent of the time Phil had showed up at Dan’s house that second time, and when the alpha’s footsteps carefully followed Dan into the kitchen, he felt a shiver rush up his spine.

Dan didn’t want to rush into this though, and while he was trembling with want, he turned, dropped the bouquet on his counter, and stared up at Phil with needy eyes.

“Alpha,” he managed, swallowing thickly when this made Phil’s pupils dilate. His hands were in fists at his sides, like he was trying to control himself, and it was like dynamite in Dan’s veins. He could feel himself beginning to grow wet, to throb with desire, because he hadn’t once seen Phil lose control in Dan’s presence just yet.

Dan wondered if Phil was just finally at the end of his rope, and couldn’t help throbbing in reaction to that.

Phil inhaled deeply, and shut his eyes.

“Look,” Dan insisted, “I know you said - before my heat, you said you’d only been waiting for the right time, but I don’t want to rush this. If you still aren’t… aren’t ready, that’s fine, Phil. When we said after, I didn’t mean it had to be immediately after,” he explained, trying to maintain his breathing and not make it anymore obvious just how desperate he was for the alpha. He’d been waiting so long, though, ready and willing to be taken and marked and claimed. His veins trembled with it, heart beating erratically in his chest. All Dan wanted was to know what Phil was like, what he tasted like, how he’d treat Dan…

He moaned before he could stop himself.

“Dan,” Phil gasped, sounding just as desperate and willing as Dan. “I want this. I want you. I’ve wanted you since day one, I just didn’t want to screw things up. Please… you’ve been all I’ve been able to think about since that night. I need you to tell me now if you’ve changed your mind. I want… I want to finally have this with you.”

His eyes were sad, and though his hands were still clenched into fists at his sides, like he was holding himself back from pouncing on Dan, he seemed to be trying to pull himself together, reign in his desire so that he could do what Dan wanted, what Dan needed, whatever that might be.

The sight of Phil’s self restraint… it broke Dan, and he launched himself into the alpha’s arms without a second thought.

For a second, Dan wondered if this was all because of his heat. Did he smell of pheromones? Were they screwing with Phil’s head? Had he not gotten rid of the scent quite enough, or was he still in heat? But no, as Dan inhaled deeply, mind dizzy with his want for Phil, he became very aware that there was next to no heat pheromones in his apartment, and those that were there, weren’t enough to drive either of them as crazy as they seemed to be just then.

Dan’s mouth came down on Phil’s, and he whispered out a soft, “I’m ready,” that seemed to be everything both male’s finally needed to break the long standing truce they’d held for months, now. Dan mewled, Phil growled, and suddenly, Dan was completely and utterly wrapped up in long-limbed alpha.

Phil’s mouth was warm as ever. Despite the way Dan could feel Phil rapidly losing control, he kissed just as sweet and as passionately as he ever had, licking and sucking at Dan’s mouth and nipping gently at his lips. When he pressed in deep, he did so in a way that felt all consuming and heated, and yet gentle at the same time. His hands embraced Dan’s body and pressed Dan close, but he didn’t crush them together the way Dan had known partners to do in the past. He just cradled Dan close with a pressure that made Dan feel wanted, but not suffocated, and kissed him until Dan was absolutely aching for more.

They were both making ridiculous noises. Dan couldn’t seem to stop purring on and off, little mewls and sighs escaping his throat, all while a rumble took up in Phil’s chest and echoed inside of Dan’s body. Dan’s hands buried themselves under Phil’s shirt, finally feeling safe enough to touch skin he’d ached to see for ages, all while Phil’s hands seemed to stutter up and down Dan’s back, unsure where they wanted to land.

It felt wonderful, and as Dan grinded his hips forwards, only to find Phil’s answering arousal there ready to meet him, he wanted nothing more than to take this to the bed.

So he did.

Dragging his mouth from Phil’s with a loud gasp, Dan pulled back against his touch, and felt a zing go through him at the ease with which Phil let him go. Phil’s eyes were half lidded and dark, the blue something different now, overblown with black and such a thin line it made it look even more intense. His mouth was wet from Dan’s kisses, and his hands were shaking at his sides, hips undulating slightly.

He looked absolutely wrecked, and the fact that Dan had done that to him, made him ache with need.

“Come on,” he insisted to Phil, taking his hand in his and tugging him hurriedly into the bedroom.

There were new sheets on the bed that didn’t smell like Phil anymore because Dan had washed them, but neither male seemed to care as they entered the room, eyes only for each other. Dan kept tugging at Phil’s hand, turning him until the alpha was doing what he wanted, and then pushed the male back against their bed until he was splayed out with his legs spread and hanging off the edge of the bed.

He looked so good like that, that Dan couldn’t help but to stop and stare. He’d wanted this for so long, wanted to have and see and hold Phil like this, eat him up and feel him intimately against Dan, and now that he was getting just that, Dan wasn’t sure where to start.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, “Phil. You look really hot like that,” he gasped, and found himself stepping forward instantly. Phil chuckled in response, smiling at Dan, and reached out with shaking hands to take Dan into his arms.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, voice so fucking deep and hot. “Now come here. I wasn’t quite done kissing you,” he teased.

How was Dan supposed to deny a request like that?

Without hesitating, Dan stepped forward and crawled onto the bed with Phil, pleased when the alpha scooted back so his legs no longer dangled off the side, and shifted his own legs to bracket on either side of Phil’s hips. Phil’s hands came up to press under the edge of Dan’s shirt, for the very first time touching Dan’s actual skin, and Dan purred as he leaned in close for another kiss.

Their lips pressed together just as needily as before, but it was the progression of Phil’s hands that really got Dan going. He rucked up Dan’s shirt without a care in the world, his hands so cold and yet hot against Dan’s skin, painting circles into his flesh and skating up his back to feel the outline of his shoulder blades. Phil had touched him a thousand times in the past, but never quite like this, never flesh on flesh, and when his hands skated back down to count against the bones of Dan’s spine, he shivered and moaned into Phil’s mouth so loud, Phil actually groaned in reaction.

“You sure your heat is over, Dan?” Phil wondered, disconnecting their mouths to laugh at Dan, “Cause you are… really, really reactive,” he added wonderingly, eyes sparkling and lips quirked in mischief. Dan leaned forward to kiss him hungrily again, his own hands moving to ruck up Phil’s shirt, exposing the alpha’s belly and sides, and tucking just under his armpits.

“I’m sure. I’m always loud,” he teased Phil when he pulled away from his lips, only to stare in wonder at the dark, dusky peaks of Phil’s nipples and the tangle of chest hair now exposed to him.

Phil’s chest was red, flushed with desire as he shuddered under Dan’s touch, who sat up on Phil’s hips to press his hands all over Phil’s exposed body. His bum rested just over the alpha’s straining dick, but Dan did nothing in reaction to it, merely smoothing his fingers around nipples and chest hair, plucking at plump skin, and watching the way Phil’s body reacted under his.

Phil never once took his eyes off of Dan, watching the way he touched, and licked his lips. Dan’s own gaze kept flicking up to Phil’s, until Dan couldn’t take it any longer, and he leaned down to bite a mark into Phil’s chest, just under his ribcage, sucking hungrily and claiming the alpha as his. He felt his scent shift to permeate over Phil’s skin, and groaned at the way Phil growled at him, fingers coming down to tangle in Dan’s hair. Dan merely sucked and bit harder, eyes closing in wonderment at the fact that he was finally getting to do this, and shifted to ruck his shirt up enough that he could pull it completely away when he pulled back from Phil’s rib cage.

He did, tossing his shirt over his shoulder and watching the way Phil’s eyes instantly moved to his exposed skin to trace over his chest.

“I want you, Alpha,” Dan whispered, “Want all of you. Want you to mark me all over,” he groaned, reaching down to press his hand against the bruise now forming on Phil’s stomach, and gasping at the way Phil growled and rolled his hips up into Dan’s ass in response. His cunt clenched around nothing slick beginning to dribble down until Dan could feel that he was getting soaked, and he groaned, throwing his head back in a way he hoped would be enticing.

“Take me, Alpha,” Dan said again, hoping this time, Phil would get the message.

He did.

While there were so many things Dan wanted to do with Phil, so much time he wanted to spend pinning the alpha to his bed, rutting down against him, and riding the cock Dan had been craving for so long, he wanted this even more - Phil taking control and making Dan feel like heaven had come to Earth early. The alpha flipped them, pressing Dan into the bed, and surging in to kiss Dan all over again.

His hands burned as they skated over Dan’s ribcage, playing at the waistband of his pants, and smoothing back up to tweak at Dan’s sensitive nipples. His own chest wasn’t quite as flat as Phil’s, filled with more fat to make room for breasts that would form should Dan get pregnant, and Phil seemed to love the swell of them, pressing the flesh up and into his palm as he groaned into Dan’s mouth. His hips rutted down into Dan’s, pressing their cocks against each other through their pants, and making Dan’s body shudder for more.

He could scent the smell of slick taking over the room, sweet and heady, as could Phil, as he pulled away from Dan’s lips and snuffle at his neck. His hands moved from cupping at Dan’s small breasts to instead rub between his legs, where the slick was pouring free, and rumbled against Dan’s neck.

“Shit. I forgot - how warm, and wet omega’s get,” he gasped against Dan’s neck. “You’re so beautiful Dan, and you smell amazing,” he groaned, nuzzling in close once more before his lips came down to suck around Dan’s scent glands.

Dan arched into the touch, moaning loudly, and rutted his body down against Phil’s searching hands as the alpha came so close to bonding them. He didn’t bite, however, not the way Dan had imagined he would - instead, he sucked, and licked, and kissed at the small spot until he seemed to have coated it in his scent so thoroughly he might as well have bit down, and then pulled away to hum against Dan’s mouth, nose rubbing gently along Dan’s.

Dan opened his eyes to find the alpha was staring at him with such need and love in his gaze, Dan nearly melted.

“Wanna bond with you one day. Wanna mark you for the world to see… but not today,” he explained, and kissed Dan leisurely one more time.

His hands had moved from between Dan’s legs, to his thighs, were he massaged the clothed skin through Dan’s sweat pants, and smoothed his fingers against him. It felt so good that Dan shuddered as Phil kissed him, licking into his mouth as gently as he always did, before pulling away.

“But I’m going to mark you in every other way,” Phil continued after a moment, the words gravely in his husky voice, eyes dark. They sent a thrill through Dan who threw his head back and moaned as Phil leaned in close and nipped at his collarbones, proceeding to decorate Dan’s chest in light hickeys and bruises that made Dan’s core tingle. He didn’t know what was throbbing worse - his dick, or his cunt; all he knew was that he wanted more.

Phil’s mouth came around Dan’s nipple, and it was better than he’d ever imagined. Phil suckled at the swell of Dan’s almost-breast, needy and wanton as he kissed and bit at it, tangling his tongue around as if he were searching for something more than just breast. The mental image of Phil suckling at Dan’s milk-wet breasts while he was pregant made Dan groan and spend pre-cum from his dick rutting up as Phil chuckled against him.

Then, he pulled back from Dan’s nipple to suck at the skin around it, marking Dan as his, before trailing further downward and marking Dan’s stomach as well.

As Phil moved, mouth hot and hands burning against his skin, Dan couldn’t help feeling like he was going to go crazy. Phil was better than Dan had ever imagined he could be, more slick and warm than anyone else Dan had ever had. He mouthed along Dan’s bellybutton, tongue fucking him there, and giving Dan a taste of what he could do, and then he was nibbling at Dan’s hip bones as his fingers played with the waistband of Dan’s pants.

Meanwhile, the alpha still hadn’t taken off his shirt, and Dan growled as he sat up and pushed the tease away from him.

“Strip,” he demanded, as his own hands pushed at the waistband of his pants, his boxers, slipping them free from and releasing the full scent of his slick into the air.

Dan could see how it was effecting Phil as the alpha clambered off of Dan to do as he’d been told, stripping first his work shirt, and then his belt from his jeans. For a second, Dan could imagine Phil tying him up with that, and then the moment was gone as Phil struggled with his jeans.

Dan reached down to stroke his hand over his cock as Phil undressed, eyes on nothing more than the great reveal of the alpha cock he’d been waiting for, and then it was there, far more glorious even then Dan had ever imagined it could be. It sprang free of his boxers as Phil scrambled out of them, hard and heavy as it bobbed between his legs, only a bit bigger than Dan’s omega one.

Alphas were always just a bit bigger, more than average, to accommodate for the knot that would settle at the base of their dick, but Dan was by no means small. In fact, he was proud of the fact that his own dick rested pale and thick against his tummy as Phil hungrily climbed back over him.

What he wasn’t expecting, was the way Phil instantly delved in to take Dan’s cock into his mouth, pleasuring Dan in a way he’d never quite experienced before - cool fingers pressed between the lips of his cunt, playing lightly with the flaps and the slick there as his mouth worked diligently and hotly over Dan’s cock. His tongue swirled over Dan’s tip, and his throat constricted around his dick as he took Dan as far as he could, fingers making Dan’s core ache with need where they played.

Phil was inhaling Dan’s scent deeply as Dan groaned underneath his touch, bucking almost wildly against Phil but trying his best to keep his body sated and still.

Dan was amazed he could want so much when he’d only just finished his heat, but he didn’t complain as Phil pressed a teasing fingers inside of Dan at the same time as he pulled back from Dan’s dick and grinned up at him.

“You taste better than I ever imagined,” Phil rumbled, “Better than anyone I’ve ever had. My mate,” he continued, leaning in to slurp up Dan’s cock all over again. Dan gasped, and groaned against the words, the sensations, as Phil pressed the finger in deeper, exploring and taking all that Dan had.

He felt so good, so much better than Dan himself, better than any toy, but it was his words that got Dan.

Phil pulled off his dick again with another hot pop.

“I wonder how good your slick will taste,” he said, and ducked in close to close his mouth around Dan’s cunt and suck.

It was… not something Dan had quite been ready for. He’d considered the chance that his alpha would want to put his mouth there as well as Dan’s cock, had considered that his alpha might give him everything, but Dan hadn’t truly expected so soon. The sensation of Phil’s mouth sucking at his cunt, lapping at his slick, all while his finger remained pressed inside of Dan… it was the best feeling Dan had ever experienced, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he came almost instantly when Phil pressed his tongue inside as well and slurped at Dan’s body, swallowing all that Dan had to give in the most obviously pleased ministration ever, rumbling in a pleased way.

Dan’s cock shook, and he came, gasping as cum dripped all over his abdomen while his cunt clenched up and scent a rush of slick down and out of him, straight into Phil’s mouth.

Dan shuddered as pleasure overtook him, crashing over his mind and making him cry out as his hips shook. Phil, meanwhile, didn’t stop pressing in deeper, sucking at all Dan had to give him, arching his finger and pressing against Dan’s walls in a way that made him feel like he was never going to stop coming.

His face screwed up, and his legs tensed as he came, Phil groaning for more and likely throbbing below Dan.

Dan wanted so much more.

By the time Dan had come down from his high, Phil was still fingering him lightly, but his mouth had moved from Dan’s cunt to his stomach where he was lapping gently at Dan’s skin, clearing him of spunk and rumbling happily. He had a pleased smile on his face, cock red and hard between his legs, but he didn’t seem to care for it at all as he moved his mouth to Dan’s dick and suckled gently at the head.

Dan let out a whimper at the sensation, and reached down to thread his fingers back through Phil’s black hair.

“Alpha,” he gasped, forcing the alpha’s gaze back onto him. “Fuck me. Now,” he demanded, watching as Phil reacted to the words in what seemed like slow motion. His expression turned from pleased, to dangerous, like he was losing his control, like he needed Dan as bad as Dan needed Phil.

It didn’t even matter that Dan had just come. He wanted Phil, and he wanted Phil now.

The alpha flat out growled at Dan’s demand, and shifted up on his knees as the finger inside of Dan started to work in earnest. Dan mewled at the way it felt, and grinned up at Phil in satisfaction, stretching his body out to show himself off completely. He arched his neck to set the alpha off more completely, and groaned when it caused Phil to press a second finger in needily.

“Fuck,” the alpha groaned. “I can’t wait to be inside of you, omega. Dan, god, you look so good,” he gasped, and leaned in close to nip at his neck.

He nuzzled it, licking over it again, as his fingers worked to spread Dan for him, even though Dan didn’t need it. He didn’t say a word, certain Phil was bigger than Dan was fully expecting, sure that Phil knew what he was doing, and waited as his body ached with pleasure, ready to come all over again.

“You’re cunt is so warm, Dan. So fucking warm. I forgot how good this could feel… I’ve wanted you so long,” Phil rumbled, mumbling the words against the shell of Dan’s ear, licking at the skin there and making Dan shudder all over again. He gasped at the words, arching his body up to Phil’s, and reached out with rough fingers to force Phil’s head close and kiss him.

“I’m ready,” he gasped after another minute, words muffled under Phil’s tongue, which was becoming far less composed as he usually was. He seemed unable to be as gentle as he wanted, and kissed and soothed at Dan’s mouth in apology. “Fuck me, now, Phil,” he continued, and laughed when a groan punched its way out of Phil’s throat in response.

The alpha didn’t hesitate. He pulled his fingers free from Dan’s body, and shifted so his cock bobbed between his legs and so close to Dan’s cunt, that his body clenched down at the thought of it. Dan was biting his bottom lip, and Phil was staring at him with eyes so bright and full of lust, it was amazing he hadn’t sunk all the way inside just yet.

Of course, that’s when Phil decided to take Dan completely by surprise when he said, “I love you, my Daniel,” before kissing him once more.

This time, his lips were not quite as heated. His touch was calmer, somehow, contrasting completely with the dark of his eyes mere seconds ago, but Dan didn’t even care. Somehow, this was better, so much fucking better, and even as Phil seemed to begin to lose himself again to the lust so obviously boiling over, he was gentle as his cock head nudged at Dan’s entrance and pressed inside.

Being fucked was… amazing. Being fucked by an alpha, was always particularly special.

Being fucked by Phil was like the beginning and end of the world.

He sunk in slow, cock pushing Dan’s body open, mouth panting against Dan’s lips. His chest was sweaty but perfect against Dan’s chest, flush to him as he worked to get his hips flush to Dan’s, groaning a little with each new inch Dan took. He didn’t rush, and he didn’t push, and he didn’t overwhelm Dan, but at the same time, he totally did.

Having sex with one’s mate was… more than Dan could have imagined.

There was just something about the intimacy, the care Phil put in his every movement, something about the fact that Phil had wanted to wait until just the right moment, that made everything about this seem almost otherworldly.

By the time Phil had settled all the way in, Dan knew he never wanted it to end.

“Phil,” he was gasping, the name chanting from his mouth over and over, and over again. “Phil, I love you,” he gasped at some point, the words lost to Phil’s mouth as he gasped against Dan, hips shifting but doing their best not to move just yet.

Their bodies fit together perfectly, a symphony seeming to rise in Dan, purrs escaping him and his heart beating fast in his chest. Phil was rumbling against him, scenting at his neck, licking over his skin, teasing with his teeth like he wanted to bite, but he didn’t.

There was a ringing inside of Dan’s ears, and then Phil whispered, “Mine,” all over again, and started to move.

Dan’s body surged upwards into Phil’s at the first drag of hot cock inside of his warm walls, his core singing as Phil’s body drove in and out of him. Phil was growling at Dan, mindless, hands clenched into Dan’s sides, fingernails biting into his skin, marking Dan all over again. His teeth were bared against Dan’s neck, little huffs escaping him as he moved, all while Dan keened and mewled, wrapping his entire body around Phil’s and drawing him close.

They moved together, as best they could. Dan’s movements were frantic, Phil’s bordering on out of control, and yet it was perfect. Everything about it was perfect, wonderful, amazing, and Dan’s heart sang as Phil held him and fucked him.

One hand sank between their bodies at one point, playing with Dan’s cock. Phil’s thumb stroked over the top, at the slit, pumping the foreskin up and down to give Dan more pleasure, and then Dan felt it - Phil was panting, his body seizing up, the fast but tempered paced he’d been setting falling apart in what seemed an instant. Something… something was nuding at Dan’s entrance, growing, popping, and Dan realized it was Phil’s knot.

The alpha was going to knot him, and the idea of it left Dan brain dead.

“Please!” he cried, body seizing up on his own desire to come, “Knot me, alpha, knot me!” he begged, body surging down on Phil’s cock, begging the knot to press inside, to push past the lips of his pussy and sink straight into him, locking them together for a few moments at least.

Phil grunted in response, licking desperately at Dan’s neck, and then he pushed Dan’s head to the side and bit suddenly and surprisingly into Dan’s shoulder.

The sensation stung, wasn’t anywhere near where Dan wished it would be, and yet he knew that Phil hadn’t been able to control himself but hadn’t wanted to make a mistake. While Dan mourned the loss of bonding pheromones that should have flooded him, he was pleased to know that Phil wouldn’t allow a night of passion to take the choice away from both of them, even if he knew they both wanted it more than anything.

The right time. They were waiting for the right time, not the first time they had sex, not Dan’s heat - the right time.

Phi’s knot suddenly popped in, and Dan cried out as his body was stretched further still. Phil’s cock practically exploded inside of him, hot cum filling him up, and Dan groaned at the sensation, body craving it as his cunt bared down to take it all, squeezing every lost drop from Phil’s cock.

Phil’s hips seized up, pumped twice more, stilled. His hand stuttered over Dan’s cock, and Dan came too, spunk once again painting its way up his chest as he gasped, fucked down on Phil’s cock and stilled too.

Phil collapsed on top of Dan with a gasp.

His teeth released Dan’s shoulder.

Dan nuzzled at the top of Phil’s hair, and thought, I could live with this, with a giddy little chuckle.

He never wanted to let Phil out of his life.

Afterwards, once they’d cleaned up and Phil had crawled into Dan’s bed stark naked to spoon against his back, Dan asked the question he’d been waiting a month to ask.

“Move in with me,” he said, voice soft, quite, a little hoarse. He was purring, the same he’d been pretty much since Phil had knotted him, pretty much since Phil had come into his life, and he didn’t even care that the words had come out more as a sleep demand.

Phil chuckled against his neck, and nuzzled in close, wet hair brushing against Dan’s bruised and aching shoulder.

He pressed a kiss against the nape of Dan’s neck, and sighed.

“I pretty much already have. I don’t see why we couldn’t make it official.”

The words made Dan grin, and he patted at Phil’s hands where it rested on Dan’s hip.

“Good. Cause I never want you to leave me again.”

Phil chuckled again.

“Never,” he promised and sealed it with one last kiss against Dan’s scent glands.

One day… he’d bite into that as well, and they’d be mated, forever.

Dan couldn’t wait.

But also, there was no hurry.

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Sumayyah Talibah

Sumayyah Talibah, 37, from Michigan, in the USA – is a poet and jewellery artisan, who has chosen to write a poem for ASLI on discrimination in the USA. We are honoured to have Sumayyah’s voice in our 4th issue on discrimination, privilege and stigmatisation.

Here is our interview:

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I am a Black woman from Detroit, Michigan who is an artist, wife, and mother.

What is your artistic/creative background?

I started writing at a very young age, completing my first “book” by age 8. I switched to poetry for years. I am also completely self-taught in the art of bead and wire jewellery.

What motivated you to deal with your chosen submission subject?

The current political climate (in the United States), while not new, is appalling and “in your face” following the campaign and election of our current Head of State. The things I personally experience, and the documented experiences of others, makes me wary, afraid, and angry.

danger

hands up laid down car stalled traffic stop cigarette in my hand leather wallet in my pants piece of fabric on my hair danger danger everywhere can’t walk can’t jog can’t pray can’t play can’t get enough clean water to get me through the day i’m a thug bringing terror i’m a welfare queen i’m the living legacy of the wished to be forgotten memory of misdeeds school to prison pipeline major sentence lesser crime handcuffed locked in inner city sanctioning i’m a long term prisoner of your blasted lies ripping right on through your rotted broken dream disguise my blood is flowing in the streets don’t you care? danger danger everywhere

What is your process when creating?

I listen to a lot of music, but so often, my art springs up, fully formed, from a random thought or news article. Typically, I just turn on a music streaming site, pick a station/playlist, then pick up my pen, my [jewellery] tools, or open a blank document on my computer, and let it flow. Also, tea. Tea helps.

Who are you influenced by within your artistic discipline?

For poetry, my biggest influences came from poets like Nikki Giovanni, Sonia Sanchez, and Maya Angelou.

Who inspires you in general?

My ancestors, and those on the front lines in the struggle today.

What causes and world issues are you passionate about, campaign for, volunteer for…?

I am all for the advancement of marginalised peoples. I don’t follow/campaign for any specific organisations.

What do the statements “art saves lives” and “art creates change” mean to you?

So much art is borne from struggle, from pain. I believe that art is both an outlet of inner turmoil and a medium of processing the world at large. Artists are the forerunners of revolutions because we put into emotions into words and pictures and connect people’s hearts.

Have your artistic and creative outlets saved your life in anyway and do you think your message within them could help create change in the world?

My art, specifically my poetry, has saved my life for sure. I was once asked “why do you write?” and my answer was/still is “to clear the noise in my head.” I can only hope that my words will reach the people who need them.

What are your present and future goals for your art?

Having a poem in an international publication is a start, lol. I hope to write more, to create more works of poetry, to return to writing speculative fiction, hopefully in the form of a completed novel, and to make jewellery that is high is demand.

Have you experienced any form of discrimination; and if so what was it based on and how did you deal with this?

I have experienced discrimination for being short, for being fat, for being Black, for being a (once) practising Muslim, for being disabled.. I internalise a lot, especially as an adult. When I was younger, sometimes I’d let my fists speak for me. As a teen/young woman, I wrote heavily.

What are your opinions on what causes discrimination?

Fear. Fear causes hate. People fear what they do not understand, and what it possibly says about them.

What do you do to actively stand against discrimination and have you ever had to intervene as a witness to it?

I serve as a witness and sometime mouthpiece. I offer resources for education. The biggest thing I do is teach my children how to not be a**holes.

What are your opinions on labels and stereotypes?

Stereotypes come from somewhere, but are often just propaganda. Labels are technically a necessity for identification, as they help folks find like-minded people. In an ideal world, none of it would matter.

What are your opinions on national identity and in your opinion does nationalism create or deter discrimination?

Nationalism forces conformity, in my opinion, because a large part of it ignores intersectionality. It causes internal conflict when opinions and lived experiences don’t match up.

What social privileges do you have? For example: are you white, able bodied/minded, a man, rich, heterosexual, thin… etc.

Hahahaha. Sorry. I’m pretty much the opposite of what most people would consider socially privileged. I’m a short, fat, Black, non-Christian, disabled woman. I have a few passing privileges, but I correct those pretty quickly.

What social privileges of others around you have you experienced and how did this privilege of others affect you?

I’ve watched people receive faster, better service, such as in shops and restaurants. I’ve been reprimanded while watching other people walk away without censure.

How does social privilege affect our world in your opinion?

Our world is largely based on money being the great equaliser, though that isn’t entirely true, because rich people of colour still lose out against their white counterparts.

Have you ever denied your own privilege due to feelings of guilt or misunderstanding?

I have little enough of it that when next to someone who is more marginalised than myself, I do feel guilty for having more. However, that gives me the chance to help someone else.

Do you feel social privilege should be taught at school and if so why and how young?

Social privilege is taught at school, no matter what anyone thinks. It may not be an official subject in the curriculum, but children DO learn it, and quickly. Do I think schools should combat the hierarchy and teach kids how not to be a**holes? Yeah, that’d be great, but it always starts at home.

Have you ever experienced social stigmatisation and if so what was it based on and how did you deal with this?

I was largely a loner in my more formative years so I don’t know. I’ve always had friends. I was never part of the “in” crowd, but I didn’t want to be, so…

Have you ever contributed to the stigmatisation of any individual or group, and if so were you aware you did this and how did you deal with this aftermath?

When we’re young, we do silly things to follow the crowd. I, for the most part, didn’t. I worked with everyone, I talked to everyone. I’ve been known to smile at the people everybody hated.

What are your opinions on political powers and world leaders using stigmatisation against certain groups to further their own agendas, such as with Muslims, Black people, LGBTQ individuals, mentally ill and disabled people?

If there was space for you to hear me rage scream, I’d do it. I think it’s ridiculous. Intersectionality is a thing. Using your examples, I personally know Black Muslims who are LGBTQ and disabled, so.. yeah. It’s ridiculous. Just stop. We’re not going away.

Do you support or take part in any anti-stigma organisations or charities and if so which ones and why?

I share lots of articles and fundraisers and have probably contributed to some. I honestly don’t keep track of the organisations I follow because there are so many. I’m not exactly a card-carrying member of anything these days, so maybe that’s a “no”?

In your own words please tell us how you feel the arts and creativity can further help to empower, communicate and educate people with regards to discrimination, privilege and stigmatisation?

Artists translate emotion into words, image, sound, movement. We tell stories. We make people feel things. We are the ones people turn to when they hurt, when they burn, when they rage. They read our poems, sing our songs, make banners and t-shirts of our photos and paintings. We connect people’s hearts.

If you would like to know more about Sumayyah and support her work or purchase some of her beautiful jewellery – please follow these links:

Website – sumayyahsaidso.com Instagram – instagram.com/sumayyahsaidso Facebook – facebook.com/sumayyahsaidso

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