#Word Count: 3180

[lostandfoundbook]

Chapter 16

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Alex's post had been received spectacularly. She watched as the comments came flooding in of people wishing her well and apologizing for making assumptions about her relationship. People constantly called her and Everette and power couple before they realized how bad of a person he was.

Her phone was blowing up with messages from her managers, her PR team, and her friends. People she hadn't heard from in years were reaching out to her in sorrow telling her they're so sorry. She didn't even care about these people, and yet here they were, in her inbox. She stared at them as she sat in the recording studio with a new team.

Oliver was busy that week, but Alex wanted to record. She had a new song she wanted to put on the end of the album. She was slowly starting to remember her own sexual assault. She remembered the dream, or, memory she had on her first night in the hotel room. It was of Everette, and her. 

She remembered the way her grabbed onto her, and tried to touch her. She remembered how she tried to say no, and how he didn't care. She looked up the police reports, and everything was there. It happened shortly before they broke into the hotel. 

She tried to shake that all away as she focused on the lyrics. As she spoke them, she could feel all the rage of the situation come out in them. The vitriol of everything came spitting out of her as she channeled her every being into focusing on the lyrics and nothing else.

'I can't even wear my skin, Without them asking where I've been, Without them asking for a spin, This is not an invitation'

That line was to Everette in particular. It was a message to all the men she had dated, but she couldn't help but remember the want his hands spread across her. It made her feel dirty, like she needed to take a shower. She kept her mind at bay with thoughts of how her album would do.

Album. Isn't that a funny thought? Alexandria had never expected to have a professionally produced album. She had one, a debut album that her and Benji released, but this felt like a real debut. Like something was actually happening and she was apart of it.

"How does that sound?" She called out to the producer across from her. He threw her a thumbs up, so she continued singing. 

'This is not an invitation, Fuck you mean you need it?, Fuck you mean you RSVPed?'

She said this line with a lot more ease. It was bouncier, more playful. The music playing back in her ears was a thick R and B slash hip hop track, and she loved the way it vibes. It really captured the feeling of her old music, while introducing a new atmosphere towards it. A new story. 

She found herself getting lost in the track. The next part they needed to record was sort of spoken, sort of rapped, sort of sung. It was a mixture of all of them in one, and it's something she found herself doing a lot. It was expressive, just like with a monologue in theatre or a spin in ice skating. 

She found herself stumbling over them as she tried to smoothly getting them out, and failing to encapsulate her true feelings into the lyrics. The producer gave her and look and spun his hand around, as if to tell her to do it again. She did.

It was even worse the second time. She stuttered over the lines and was off tempo, ruining the entire take. She groaned into the mic and shoved her head into her hands. "I'm sorry. Maybe a five minute break would do me some good?" She spoke softly into the mic, removing her hands to see the expression of the man. He nodded.

She stood up and stretched around. The recording booth was small, a 4 foot by 4 foot room with foam sound proof panels lined all across the wall, also black. It was extremely small to block out any reverberations from voices or projecting. It was claustrophobic. Alex pulled the door open to step out into the rest of the studio.

"It gets hot in there?" She called back as she exited and flopped herself on the couch. "It's hard to focus."

James, her new producer, finally spoke up. "It sounded like you weren't in the right head space. You've got to try to let the world melt away when you're in there."

Alex frowned. She wasn't expecting to get advice from him. "Yeah, but it's so hard when the contents of the song are so personal." James looked her up and down on the couch before slapping his hands on her legs. "Have you ever tried box breathing?"

"What's that?"

He rearranged himself in his seat. "Well, you breath in for 4 second, hold for 4 second, breathe out for 4 seconds, and then repeat." Alex let out a little scoff noise. "That makes an L, not a box."

He raised his hands "It turns into a box when you repeat it. Have you tried it?" 

Alex shook her head. "No. I haven't ever heard of it before." He turned to face the sound board and started to fiddle with the track. "It's really useful for getting out of your head."

She stopped and stared at the man. He had brown hair, and lines appeared on his face that made him look older than he probably was. Stress, she told herself. The way he had crows feet by his eyes, and the way his forehead crinkles when he frowned, as if he was using his entire facial muscles to do so. 

He was probably around his mid thirties, so Alex figured he probably had some life advice she didn't. Maybe this was something everybody learned along the way. She took his advice and started breathing. In, two three four. Hold, two three four. Release, two three four. Hold, two three four. Repeat.

She did this over and over again until she felt a sort of tranquility wash over her body, as if she had entered a sort of dream like state. "Woah. I feel high." she blurted out. James turned towards her. "It's meditation. You reached a zen state."

Alex giggled. "Zen. I don't think that's what I'm channeling for this track." James shrugged in return and hoisted his chair back in front of the sound board. "You never know. Sometimes you get a take that's so unexpected, it shifts the entire album."

Album changing? Maybe not. That's not how Alex felt. She did feel ready to start re-recording, however. She hopped out of her seat and stood up, steadying herself as she did so. She walked back into the tiny booth, and she sat down, putting the headphones on. "We're ready?"

James paused. "Are you or aren't you? There's no uncertainty when recording a track like this!"

Alex nodded firmly. "I'm ready."

Finishing up her track was an invigorating process. Two songs out of twelve. That leaves ten more. The thought pushed that little world on her shoulders down a bit, and the pit of anxiety that welled up in her stomach bubbled higher. She really needed to get this album out of the way. She wiped her sweaty palms onto the black tights she was wearing, paired with a blue t-shirt.

She opened the door to her bedroom to find Avery and Oliver sitting there. "Hello!"

She paused. "What's this?" Avery stood up and rushed towards her. "Planning for the gala! Come in! I'm so excited to show you all the table clothes. Look at how cute they are!"

Alex watched as the ginger girl carted her hand behind the crook of Alex's back and quickly shoveled her into the seat next to her. "Look at this!" She said, showing Alex a photo of a white table cloth with gold trim on it.

"I see it, Avery, but why is this happening in my room?"

Oliver looked towards her with pleading eyes. "You said you'd help. I need help-- I'm ASKING for help. Please help me?"

Alex brushed her hands over the photos across the table. What exactly did he need help with? It was the same gala he hosted every year. A bunch of celebrities got together to rub noses with each other while they eat fancy food and wear fancy clothes. What more was there to it?

A lot, it turned out. Alex was busy helping choose out silverware assortments with different wrappings; decorations for the backs of the dining room chairs; different table cloths for different tiered guests; different bar selection for different tiered guests; different music for different vibes of the nights; the kinds of lighting for each vibe they wanted; and even something as simple as what was going to be in the goodie bags. 

It was a big process that Alex didn't consider. Something as simple as lighting can change and entire event, and she worked diligently to make sure that everything looked perfect. The table clothes were going to be white with black lace trim on the edges (courtesy of Avery) and the silverware was going to be an off-white color. The plates were cream, so Alex thought this matched better.

Oliver decided that during the event, they would play out one of Alex's songs from the album she was making. They hadn't decided on which one of the two yet, but they knew both would make a big impact. They chose an open bar for lower tiered guests and the hotels key restaurants bar menu for the more elite guests. 

After awhile, Avery picked up a tablet and turned towards Alex. "Dresses. I don't know what to wear and I need you to decide what you want to wear as well. We have options again."

Oliver pipped up "I helped" earning a nod from Avery like a parent and a child. You could tell that pair had known each other for years. They had a whole code of body language that Alex didn't understand yet. She might learn it over her time being here, but currently it was foreign to her. 

"Alright. Let me see your dress first. It's easier for me to decide for other people."

Avery slid across the photos of the tablet and multiple dresses caught Alex's eyes as she did so. "No peeking." she added and turned the tablet away. After a bit of time she turned back towards the girl and handed it to her. "Which one?"

Alex looked through her options. The first dress was a mock-mermaid style dress with a slit going up the left side of the front of the dress. It had an off the sleeve shoulder, and it bunched together down one edge of the dress. It was silver, and it shifted colors in the lights. Or at least, that's what Avery told her. 

It was cute, but it felt more like a prom dress. Hot days of stolen kisses in a young romance, dancing your heart out with close friends in the dark, and flavors of spiked punch and candy littering the room. She imagined Avery sitting there with Oliver by her side, and how much she would stick out like a sore thumb. That wasn't the vibe this event was going for. This wasn't the dress. Alex scrolled past. 

The next dress she was met with was a green dress that draped over both breasts and came up on one side. The skirt of the dress was rouged up to the hip and it had a big thick slit doing down the same side the straps were on. It was asymmetrical, and beautiful. "It's a bit revealing, don't you think?" Avery added in.

"I think it's beautiful, and it being revealing isn't a problem. I just think it doesn't match the theme very well. What is Oliver wearing?"

He shrugged. "A suit." Avery waved her hands. "Men are easy to dress. Ignore him. Focus on the next dress." She slid her press on nail across the screen to show off a long black dress with a slit down the side. It had a sweetheart chest like, and it was black lace on black satin. The slit came all the way up to her hip, and the back was simple. Alex liked it.

"This is the one"

Avery shot her a glace and picked up the tablet. "Are you sure? There weren't many option but I didn't think you'd pick this one."

Alex gave her own shrug. "It's pretty. I like it. You'd look nice in it." Avery turned the tablet around to show Oliver who began writing something down on a piece of paper. "Alright, we'll have that done by tomorrow. What about Alex?"

Avery flipped the tablet back around and backed out of the photo gallery she was in to find a new folder of dresses. "Here" she said, shoving it in Alex's lap. "Take a look at these and tell me which one you like for you."

She stopped and analyzed the screen. The very first dress that had shown up was a baby blue ballgown style dress with a medium sized bow slapped across the middle. It felt offensive, like the bow was reductive and had no point being there. The ruffles that came out of the bow however were beautiful. 

Alex loved the color but she swiped on to the next photo. That bow was a crime to fashion. The next dress she was met with was a silver mermaid style dress with rouging on one his and a small slit down the middle that ended near the knees. It was a straight across neck line and the shoulders of the dress fell down to the side as they looped around.

The blonde girl looked up from the tablet. "I look terrible in mermaid dresses. I can't walk. It's like watching a penguin go down a red carpet" She smoothed out her blue t-shirt and placed the tablet flat on her lap as both Oliver and Avery let out a burst of giggles. "It's horrible. I'm serious."

After her fit of giggles, Avery swiped left on the tablet. "Just look at the next one"

She saw a blue and white ombre dress with a Queen Anne style neckline, down to the pieces of fabric that draped off of the edges of the neckline that Alex was enamored with. The skirt was made of tulle, and with the right garments, Alex could make this work. "This ones really pretty."

There were sparkles all across the frame of the corset, with more tulle lining the edges of the breast. It was beautiful, but was it right for the venue? Alex flipped the tablet towards Oliver. "Pretty" he murmured out before focusing back on the papers in front of him. Alex turned towards Avery. "Yes, but does it fit the venue? The music? The vibe? It's beautiful and I want it, but I don't think its the right dress still."

Avery analyzed it for a moment. "You might be right. It's too... flouncy." Too light. Too soft, she thought to herself. She wasn't soft. This wasn't the dress for her. She turned the tablet back around and scrolled to the last dress on the list, instantly feeling her heart flutter. "Oh my god"

The dress had this beautiful sweep under one of the boobs, creating an asymmetrical style sleeveless dress. The dress rouged to the side of the asymmetry. It was a cream-tan color, and it slowly faded into this orange-brown-black as it reached out to her hip. It faltered down one side of her hip, with the other side having a shorter cut to match the asymmetry of the dress. It flared out on the ends and had the tiniest amount of train.

"It's beautiful"

It was studded up to the nines with gemstones and diamonds all over the orange-brown-black color, and it resembled fire to her. It wasn't just the right dress, but it's the dress she wanted forever. She wanted to go out dancing in this dress, and run through the rain, and let every fear and fault fly away as she wore it. It was perfect. "This is the one" She said, sliding the tablet back to Avery. 

She held the tablet over to Oliver who lifted his head. "So it's decided then?"

Alex nodded. "That's the one. 

* * *

If there was one thing Alex loved more than everything, it was a good party, and a good pair of clothes to wear to one. She had been to a lot of parties over her years. There were times in her teen years where she'd dress up in the shortest dress she could find before going out with friends to some college party happening around town.

They always played music there, and its one of the places that invigorated Alex to start her career. Or at least, that's what she was starting to remember. She remembered sitting on the couch of one of these parties, just enamored by the lights they had set up.

The room was a deep magenta-red colors and the strobe lights they had set up were set to a single colors consistently, the color blue. It's wasn't much of a strobe light at that point, but it served it's purpose in the end. When the band stepped up to that one inch platform in the garage, Alex could feel her pulse racing. 

It wasn't just the alcohol and drugs running through her system, it was something deeper than that. This feeling that one day, that could be her standing up on that stage. This deep seated envy towards the lead singer there, knowing that she wanted to do that one day. Her moment wasn't shaken until some college boy walked up to her to have a chat, and she couldn't even mumble out the words "Hi" because she was so drunk. 

She showed up with friends, but they had all disappeared at that point. They were off having their own little parties. The man carted himself off once he realized that state Alex was in, and she was left to her own devices on the couch again, sitting a can of beer.

It went even further from there. Alex recalled all the binges she had gotten into through parties. Molly at a friends house. Cocaine at a club. Ecstasy in her parents basement. Maybe that last one wasn't so glamourous, but a party is a party, isn't it?

She could recount all the times she'd go out with friends and have them drive to nowhere with no destination as she took sips off a bottle and stargazed, wondering where all the thousands of lights could be hiding. You can't see them in certain parts of the city, and during certain parts of the year. 

Summer was the worst. Alex loved being able to look up at those stars as if she could reach out for them and hold them in their palm. They might burn if she did. Instead she resigned herself to only looking, for fear of what might happen if she did dare to reach out. What would happen if she dared to join them?

[cowboybeepboop]

Always Been You

“Tell me this isn’t a one time thing,” you mumble against his tan skin as you cuddle closer to him.

“This is definitely not a one time thing,” he reassures you, his voice soft yet firm.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: romance/smut, kinda fluff at the end

Word count: 3180

Summary: Tyler is your childhood best friend and just so happens to be your first love, the one man you can’t get over. The feeling is mutual, and after almost screwing it up, he makes the first move.

a/n: It fr is a Glen Powell summer, twisters has brought back my obsession with him 😭 I do take requests so send any you have my way! Hope you enjoy 😊

The summer breeze carried a hint of coolness as the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the lake. You shivered slightly, feeling the goosebumps rise on your arms. You and Tyler had been coming to this spot by the lake since you were kids, sharing secrets and dreams under the shimmering stars. Now, in your early 20s, your friendship had only grown stronger, but something else was simmering just beneath the surface—something you were both afraid to acknowledge.

Tyler, ever attentive, noticed your subtle shiver and instinctively pulled you into his embrace. It felt natural, right, and you sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of your bodies blending as the sun continued its slow descent. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming surge of emotions—love, desire, and a longing that had been building up for years. Snuggling into his chest you sigh contentedly.

The familiar scent of his cologne fills your nostrils, making your heart race. His strong arms around you, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the sound of his heartbeat, it was all so familiar.

Tyler tightens his arms around you, holding you closer. He rested his chin on top of your head, his breath tickling your hair as he began to speak, his voice soft and earnest.

“Can I ask you something?” You look up at him with curiosity in your expression.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He pulls back slightly to meet your eye, his gaze is intent and sincere. His hands slide down to your hips as you turn to face him, his thumbs absentmindedly tracing circles on your skin.

”We’ve been friends for so long now,” he begins, pausing to gather his thoughts. “And lately.. I’ve been feeling different.” His fingers grip you tighter, his thumbs still tracing lazy circles on your hips.

”Ty? What do you mean?” Your eyebrows scrunch as you look at him with worry. “Different how?” You move out of his arms he looks taken aback. He lets out a sigh and rubs the back of his neck nervously.

”Damnit, I'm not good at this,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. He looks at you for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “I mean I’ve been having… thoughts. About you. Thoughts that maybe we shouldn’t be friends anymore.” He groans at the realization of what he said.

Your eyes fill with hurt as you stand up, “Why?” His hands move to grasp your arm. You yank your arm away, “Why are you saying that?” Tyler winces at your reaction, he hadn’t meant to hurt you.

He runs a hand through his hair, a frustrated look on his face. “I didn’t mean it like that, i just mean…” he struggles to find the right words. “I don’t want to just be friends anymore.” He takes a step towards you, his hand going to your cheek.

“I want.. more than that. He says softly, his eyes pleading. “I want us to be… more” you relax a sigh escaping your parted lips.

”More than just friends?” You giggle, he truly is bad at this, he made you think that things were over between you both.

Tyler gives a sheepish smile, his shoulders relaxing at your light-hearted reaction. His thumb gently brushes your cheek. “Yeah, more than just friends,” he confirms, a hint of relief in his voice.

“I’m sorry I didn’t phrase it well,” he says, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But I really do mean it… I want us to be more than friends.” He steps closer to you, his other hand resting on your hip. “I want you,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes as you pull yourself closer to him. “I want you too,” you whisper into his ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”

Tyler’s heart races as you pull yourself closer to him, your words sending shivers down his spine. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His eyes darken with desire as he gazes down at you.

“Really?” he whispers, his voice gruff. “You’ve been waiting?” He leans down, his lips hovering just above your ear. “How long?” he murmurs before gently nipping at your earlobe.

”Years...” You moan softly as his hands explore your body. “How long are you going to make me wait for a kiss?” You mumble. Tyler growls in response, his grip tightening on your waist. He pulls you even closer, his chest pressed against yours.

“You want a kiss?” he teases, his lips hovering just millimeters from your own. “All you had to do was ask.” He leans in, his breath hot against your skin. “But I must warn you, once I start, I might not stop.”

You press your lips to his in a passionate kiss, your hand going to the back of his head. Pulling away you whisper against his lips “Who said I would want you to?” Your other hand sliding down his back as you lean in for another kiss.

Tyler lets out a guttural moan as your lips meet his in a passionate kiss. His hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh. He leans into the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance between your parted lips. He pushes you backwards, backing you up against a nearby tree.

Breaking off the kiss, he trails kisses down your jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. “You’re driving me insane sweetheart” he whispers huskily. You moan softly as he trails hickeys down your exposed skin.

”Tyler..” you moan his name as he slides his hands up your shirt. His name falling from your lips in a soft moan sets his blood on fire. He continues to kiss and nip at your neck, his hands roaming beneath your shirt, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

He sucks a particularly sensitive spot just under your ear, causing you to arch into his touch. “Baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he groans against your skin. You press your fingers into his back, pulling him closer to you.

”Then show me what I’m doing to you,” You mumble into his ear. Your words against his ear send a jolt of electricity down his spine.

Without warning, he lifts you off the ground, gripping your thighs and pressing you against the tree. He devours your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue exploring the seam of your lips, seeking entry.

His hands grip your thighs tighter as he grinds against you, the growing bulge in his jeans pressing against you. “This,” he murmurs, his breath ragged, “this is what you do to me.”

”Fuck,” you moan, your head falling back against the tree.

Encouraged by your response, Tyler deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he moves his hands to cup your breasts. You gasp into his mouth, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. His thumbs flick over your hardened nipples, making you squirm against him.

You wrap your legs around his waist, your core pulsing with desire. He breaks the kiss to gaze into your eyes, which are glazed with lust. "Take me home," you murmur, your voice thick with need. "Now." Tyler's smile widens, his eyes dark with passion.

"With pleasure," he whispers, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you away from the lake, towards the promise of a night filled with long-suppressed passion and the unraveling of a love story that had been waiting to be told.

The short drive home seems like an eternity as you can't resist the urge to explore Tyler's arousal. With the car still moving, you unbuckle your seatbelt and slide closer to him, your hand deftly moving to the bulge in his jeans. Tyler's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't protest.

Instead, he groans as you unbutton his pants and pull out his hard, throbbing erection. You lean in, wrapping your soft, warm lips around the tip of his length. His grip tightens on the steering wheel as you begin to suck, your tongue swirling around him in a way that makes his hips jerk involuntarily.

The car swerves slightly, but you don't stop, taking him deeper into your mouth. The sensation of his smooth skin against your tongue and the taste of him is intoxicating. Tyler's breathing turns ragged as he watches you in the dim light of the car, his eyes dark with desire.

He adjusts his position, allowing you better access, and you eagerly take advantage, bobbing your head in a rhythm that has him moaning with pleasure. You feel powerful, knowing you're the one driving him wild with need, and you can't wait to feel him lose control completely in your arms.

With a final, desperate thrust, Tyler's body goes rigid as he reaches his climax, his warm release filling your mouth. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he gasps your name.

He parks the car with trembling hands, and the moment it's in park, he pulls you over to straddle him, his hands tangled in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His hips buck up into you, his arousal still palpable against your center. "Inside," he whispers, his voice hoarse with passion. You nod eagerly, not breaking the kiss as you both fumble with the car door.

The anticipation is almost unbearable as you stumble towards the house, your hands roaming over each other's bodies, unable to get enough. The door slams shut behind you, echoing through the quiet night as you both race to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.

The air is thick with desire, and the promise of a night filled with passionate exploration and the discovery of each other's bodies. As you fall onto the bed, you know that nothing will ever be the same between you again, but you're ready for this new chapter in your relationship. The love that's been simmering for years is finally ready to burn bright and fiercely, and you can't wait to see where it will take you.

The room is filled with the sound of your moans and his grunts as Tyler's strong body covers yours, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes into you. He takes his time, savoring every inch of your wet heat, filling you completely. His hips move in a steady rhythm that has you clutching the bedsheets, your legs shaking with the intensity of each thrust.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he hits that perfect spot, your breath hitching in your throat. "More," you beg, and he obliges, his pace increasing, his strokes growing more urgent. Your walls tighten around him, your body desperately trying to hold onto the feeling of him deep inside you.

His hands grip your hips, guiding you to meet his every movement, and together, you find a rhythm that feels like it was made just for the two of you. The room is a blur of passion and desire as you both give in to the explosive chemistry that's been building for so long.

The love that's been simmering just beneath the surface of your friendship now burns hot and wild, and you know that this night will be the first of many where you'll explore the depths of your newfound love and lust. Each thrust feels like a declaration of passion, each touch a promise of forever, and as your bodies come together in perfect harmony, you realize that you're exactly where you're meant to be—in the arms of your best friend, now your lover, as you both cross the line from friendship to something far more intimate and profound.

With each powerful thrust, Tyler loses more of his self-control, his passion for you overwhelming him as he feels you tighten around him. His eyes are squeezed shut, his teeth gritted, and his breathing turns ragged as he approaches the precipice of his own climax.

He can feel your nails digging into his back, your moans growing louder, and your hips bucking to meet his every movement. The bed creaks beneath you, a testament to the intensity of your love-making. His grip on your hips tightens, his strokes becoming more erratic as he fights to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to consume him.

But the feeling of you, so wet and warm, your body responding to his every touch, is too much. With a final, guttural growl, Tyler surrenders to the explosion of ecstasy, burying himself deep inside you as he releases.

Your walls clench around him, milking him for all he's worth, and he collapses onto your chest, his breathing heavy and uneven. For a moment, the world stands still, your hearts pounding in sync as you both bask in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Then, with a soft smile, Tyler kisses your forehead, whispering, "I've been waiting for this for so long." You wrap your arms around him, feeling the same overwhelming love and satisfaction, knowing that this is just the beginning of a love story that has been years in the making.

Tyler flips onto his back, bringing you with him so that you straddle his waist, his still-hard length nestled between your thighs. He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and love as he looks up at you. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice still thick with passion.

You lean down to kiss him, your breasts brushing against his chest as you move to capture his mouth with yours. The kiss is gentle, filled with the sweetness of a love that's been realized.

His hands slide down to your hips, his fingers tracing the curves of your body as you begin to rock against him, his length sliding through your slick folds. He groans into the kiss, his body responding to your movements. You break the kiss, looking down at him with a smoldering gaze.

With a newfound confidence, you guide Tyler's still-throbbing cock into your wetness, straddling him as you begin to ride his length once again. Your hips move in a slow, sensual rhythm, taking him deep inside you as you gaze into his eyes, which are now filled with a mix of love and unbridled desire.

His hands grip your waist, his thumbs pressing into your hips as he lifts you up and down, urging you to go faster, deeper. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through your body, igniting a fire that seems to never die out. Each movement feels like a declaration of love, a silent promise that this is where you both belong.

Tyler's eyes never leave yours as he watches you take control, his admiration for your beauty and strength growing with every moan that escapes your lips. You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, feeling his heart hammer against yours as you move in perfect sync. The room is filled with the sounds of passion—the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of your union, and the unspoken words of love that hang in the air like a sweet, intoxicating perfume.

Tyler's eyes flare with desire, and with a smirk, he takes control, his hips rising to meet your every move. The intimate dance of your bodies continues, each of you learning the other's rhythm, the other's needs. The room is filled with the sound of your skin slapping together, your breathy moans and his deep, needy groans.

The tension builds again, coiling tighter and tighter in your bellies until you're both on the edge once more. Then, with a final, desperate thrust, Tyler arches up into you, his eyes squeezed shut as he finds his release, his body trembling beneath yours. You follow shortly after, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, leaving you both gasping for breath as you collapse into a tangled heap of limbs.

The only sounds in the room are your panting breaths and the soft whispers of "I love you" as you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of your shared love and passion pressing down on you in the most delicious way possible.

As the intensity of your shared passion subsides, Tyler showers your face with gentle kisses, his love for you written in every tender touch. His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close as if he never wants to let go. You melt into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart a comforting reminder of the connection you now share.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, painting the walls with shades of pink and orange. With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer, feeling the weight of the day's revelations and the promise of a future filled with passion and love.

As the night stretches out before you, you know that this is just the start of a journey you'll take together, hand in hand, heart to heart. The air is thick with the scent of your combined arousal, a scent that fills the room with a sense of belonging and desire that neither of you can ignore. With one final, lingering kiss, Tyler rolls over, pulling you with him so that you're both lying on your sides, your legs entwined.

“Tell me this isn’t a one time thing,” you mumble against his tan skin as you cuddle closer to him.

His arms tighten around you as you cuddle against him, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. He tilts his head down to kiss the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. “This is definitely not a one time thing,” he reassures you, his voice soft yet firm.

He pulls you closer, his arms encircling you like a protective cocoon. “I want this, I want you. For as long as you’ll have me.” A smile creeps up on your lips as you kiss his chest.

”Then will you take me on a proper date tomorrow?” Breathing in his scent as you close your eyes. Tyler gently pulls the covers up higher, enveloping you in a comforting warmth. He strokes your hair idly as you settle against his chest.

"Of course, sweetheart," he murmurs, his heart swelling with affection. "I'll take you out for the best damn date you've ever been on." He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. "I'll make sure it's perfect, just like you."

He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his breath warm and comforting, as the rhythm of his chest rising and falling lulls you into a peaceful slumber. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the warmth of each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of your first night as lovers.

[daemour]

Pairing: crown prince! Yeosang x f! maid! Reader

Genre: fluff, very light angst, royal au, E for Everyone

Warnings: None

Summary: When the Gods divined you to be the Crown Prince's future wife, you're not quite sure what to expect in your new life. But Crown Prince Yeosang tries to make the transition smooth.

Word count: 3180

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Happy birthday @mingsolo <3 I really hope you enjoy this hehe it gave me a lot of grief and you should count your lucky stars I was running behind on the deadline because I absolutely would have yapped this into a 10k fic lol

happy happy birthday from applebees to you we wish you happy birthday so we can party too

and yes i know this is early but its almost 2 am for me and i want to go to bed and ik ill forgot about it if i put it in schedule

“Are you ready for the ceremony, your highness?” You adjust the collar of the high prince, smiling at him in the mirror. Although the royal family isn’t rude to their servants, you try not to make it a habit to speak with them unless spoken to. It’s just a safety precaution you stick to. But the prince sitting in front of you looks so terrified and you can’t help but feel sorry for him.

Every 100 years, the high priests will choose a commoner to marry into the royal family. Something about keeping the bloodline clean and relating to their subjects: you don’t quite remember. But this year, the high prince Yeosang was chosen for this honour. Before him, it was his great-grandmother, and now it’s him.

The prince jumps a little at the unexpected question, messing up the fabric of his cape and your hands automatically shift down to smooth it out again. “Uh…” his deep voice shakes just the slightest bit and he clears his throat. “It’s a great honour to be chosen for this ceremony and I’m sure the gods will choose the right spouse for me.”

His demeanour is still stiff but his hands have stopped shaking so you count that as a win. A knock sounds at the door and startles you and you take a few steps back as his personal guard enters the room. Choi Jongho is formidable, but kind. He always exchanges a smile and a few kind words with you, and today is no exception.

“Hello, Miss YN,” he greets you and you nod back, a small smile on your face. “Sorry to interrupt, but I must bring his highness to the hall. And you probably should go find your friends to watch the ceremony with.” You nod again and Yeosang stands.

“Thank you,” he says to you and you offer him another smile, unsure of how to take his gratitude before slipping out of the room, making your way through twisting halls and finally joining your friends at the very back of the room.

“How was he doing?” One of your fellow handmaidens, Haewon, leans over to whisper in your ear. “I know I would be nervous if I were him.”

You shrug, adjusting the shoulder of your hanbok. It’s a little too thick for the hot summer weather, but on such occasions, you can’t wear your usual dark clothing. “He seemed nervous for sure, but not out of it, which is good. Hopefully his future spouse will treat him well.”

Haewon hums, her attention turning back to the front of the room where the king is now starting his speech. You try to pay attention but your eyes slip shut and you lean against the pillar behind you. In the days leading up to the ceremony you were working hard so you feel like you’re allowed to get at least a little rest.

Haewon elbows you awake as the priests are coming up to the front. “Come on, at least pay attention to this part,” she pleads and you nod sleepily, forcing your tiredness to the back of your mind and focusing on the platform a few metres in front of you.

You can barely see anything over the heads of the audience, and can only catch a slight glimpse of Yeosang’s immaculate dark hair. The priests add nothing to the king’s speech, instead starting immediately chanting something in Old Korean as they pour a mixture of wine and purified water into a large basin.

A bright pure light emanates from the basin as the priests stick their hands in and join in humming a low, deep note that reverberates throughout the hall. The hall stays quiet as the highest priest dips his face into the bowl. The silence is almost unbearable and the whole room holds their breath when the priest comes back up, his hair dripping onto the marble floor.

He takes a deep breath and with one sentence, your whole world is shaken.

“The bride of Kang Yeosang will be the servant YN.”

Murmurs fill the hall and heads snap towards you. Your eyes widen as you look at Haewon then back at the priests, then back at Haewon. “Me?” you whisper to your friend but she has no response for you, just as shocked as you are. “How could it be me?”

A different silence settles over the room. Not one of anticipation and excitement, but one of silent judgement. You can feel hundreds of eyes on you, but you lock eyes with the most important man in the room—the high prince. His face is almost unreadable…almost. But there's a hint of unsurety, mirroring your own, and at least you can take comfort in knowing that he shares the same feelings as you do.

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You can’t help but lie on your bed for just a few seconds more, staring up at the plain white ceiling you’ve slept under for years. You’ve packed all your possessions and they’re about to be transferred to your new quarters, ones you will share with Yeosang. But you have a certain fondness for this room and all the memories you have here.

A knock sounds on the door and you sigh to yourself before getting off your best and opening to door. “Hello, Miss YN,” Jongho stands before you with Haewon right behind him. “We’re here to help you bring your things to the Prince’s room. We figured it’d be best if it was someone you knew well so Haewon is here, and I’m just around to do the heavy lifting.”

His light tone eases your worry a little and you crack a smile back. “Come on in. It’s looking pretty sorry right now, but everything is in those bags. The one of the left is fragile so please be careful. The right is clothes so it’s a little heavier.”

“It’s so few belongings,” Jongho marvels. “I could take both bags in one trip.”

Both you and Haewon stare at him. “We can’t exactly afford too much with our salaries, especially if we have family at home.” While the two of you are paid a fair enough wage for a single lady, Haewon has her siblings at home she takes care of and you donate your leftover funds to the orphanage you were raised in. There wasn’t much you wanted to buy in all fairness. Pretty clothes and jewellery weren’t something you thought to buy, even if you did stop and look at them through the store windows when you had the chance to.

“Oh– sorry,” Jongho apologises, his brows furrowing the slightest bit, but Haewon waves his concern away with a quick smile.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m mostly just pulling your leg. Come on, let’s get little lady YN to her new bedroom.”

Your face burns at Haewon’s teasing tone and you quickly duck away, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Don’t–” you protest half-heartedly. “I’m still going to be YN. I’ll still hang out with you. And wingman you for–”

Before you can finish your retaliation, Haewon leaps forward and covers your mouth with her hand, glancing at Jongho before glaring at you. “Be quiet,” she hisses in your ear. “I’ll kill you in your sleep, never mind being the future princess.”

You laugh, pushing her head away. “Okay, I get it. My mouth is closed. Now let’s get going so I won’t throw up from nerves.”

With another bump to your shoulder, Haewon picks up the other bag. Before any other movement is made, you quickly run to grab the pillow off your bed. Jongho looks at you like you lost a few brain cells. “I…It’s comforting okay?” you defend, and before they can say anything else, you quickly move out of your room, Haewon and Jongho following close behind while laughing.

To be honest, and it’s not like you were hiding it before, you’re terrified of what your new life will lead to. It’s such a big shift from one lifestyle to another. What are you supposed to do? How are you supposed to interact with Prince Yeosang now?

And before you can bat an eye, you’re in front of the ornate door leading to the Crown Prince’s quarters. With a little hesitation, you knock on the door. As if he was waiting for you, the crown prince throws open the door, making eye contact with you for far too long before he finally steps aside. “Ah, hello,” he greets you with his usual low voice. “Uh. I’m not sure what to say.”

You stare at him awkwardly. You’re used to seeing him as a servant should, not as a future husband. “If it makes you feel better, I’m not quite sure myself,” you agree, offering a small smile that Yeosang returns.

“Stop dilly-dallying and go in the room, the bag’s heavy,” Haewon hisses in your ear and you jump at the feeling of her breath on your skin.

“Ah, sorry,” you whisper back before turning back to Yeosang, who looks vaguely amused. “Would you mind if I came in?”

Yeosang blinks slowly at you, a smile growing on his face. “Yeah, considering you will be staying here from now on, you can come in. Make yourself at home, I cleared out part of my closet for you.”

He steps back, letting Jongho and Haewon in as well, and leads you to a tall, intricately carved, wardrobe. You try not to wince when he throws it open, overwhelmed by the sheer size of it. He had cleared out half of his clothes and you almost feel…ashamed at the amount of clothes you have in your meagre bag.

“Ah, I won’t need this much space, though,” you frown, measuring the inside with your eyes. “I don’t have that many clothes with me.”

Yeosang chuckles, not unkindly. “YN, you will be getting different clothes than the ones you normally wear. Our seamstress will be around to measure you tomorrow afternoon.”

Right. You shouldn’t wear your shabby handmaiden clothes now that you’ll be marrying a crown prince. You nod, head already starting to hurt at the thought of all the new rules you’ll have to learn. “Okay.” You look around carefully. “Where will I be staying?”

There’s a long silence until Yeosang finally breaks it with a curious head tilt. “What do you mean? This is going to be your room now.”

“Ah, you misunderstand me. Where will I be sleeping?”

Another pause. “In…the bed? I’m not sure what you mean by a different bed?”

You blink. Jongho and Haewon exchange looks behind you. “Maybe we should let you two talk this out without us,” Haewon whispers, placing your bags on a nearby chair, Jongho quickly following suit before the two of them slip out of the room quietly.

“Are we not having different beds to sleep in? We’re not married yet.”

Understanding dawns in Yeosang’s eyes. “Oh. It’s tradition that divinely blessed couples share a bed from the moment the Gods select them. But we don’t have to. I don’t mind taking the couch for now.”

You shake your head. “No, no, you can stay in your bed. I’ll be more used to the couch, anyway. I don’t want to take your bed away from you.”

Yeosang frowns. “No, no, it’s not right. I couldn’t make you sleep on the uncomfortable couch on your first night here anyway. Please, let me do this.”

You carefully raise your gaze to meet his, filled with sincerity. You can tell he’s not saying it just to be nice, but he truly wants your first night to be comfortable. “I…I appreciate the kindness, your highness.”

“No, no, none of that. I’m no longer ‘your highness’, just call me Yeosang. We’re to be wed, it’s best to get in the habit now.”

A shiver runs through your spine at the thought of no longer using his title. It’ll take some time getting used to it, but his words are true. “Alright, you�� Yeosang.” A strange silence settles over the two of you. It’s awkward but not unwelcome, almost comforting, even.

Before either of you can say another word, a gentle knock sounds on the door. “Yeosang, YN. It’s Queen Yuhwa. May I come in?”

“Ah, yes, mother.” Yeosang moves towards the door, opening it to reveal the queen regent in all her glory. Even dressed in a simple robe, her face still carries a grace to it you can only hope to emulate someday. “What brings you here?”

She smiles at the two of you. “It’s just lovely to see the two of you together. The priests have divined well—you’re very beautiful, YN. You’ll be a good match for Yeosang.”

You can’t keep the heat from flooding to your face at her compliment, and Queen Yuhwa chuckles, stepping forward and reaching forward to hold your face in her gentle hand. “Our seamstress will have to make sure to bring out the best features of your face.” She inspects you for a moment longer before releasing you from her hold and sighing. “That’s not what I came here for, however. After a long meeting, the priests and I have chosen the date for your wedding. It will take place in six months. We’ve decided to have separate dinners so the two of you can get to know each other in a more intimate setting.”

Her words make you flinch, but Yeosang remains unfazed except for a slight twitch of his fingers. “Thank you mother,” he says, his eyes warm when he looks at her. “I hope you and father have a lovely dinner.”

Yuhwa hums, reaching up to pat his cheek. “I’m sure we will, dear. I’ll see you two tomorrow for breakfast.”

And just as quickly as she entered the room, she left smoothly. Yeosang closes the door behind her, laughing softly under his breath before turning to you, a soft smile on his face. “Sorry about her, she can be a bit odd sometimes. What would you like for dinner?”

You’re still somewhat in awe at seeing Queen Yuhwa so close—she only allows a select few handmaidens to attend to her. “Uh– whatever is fine. I’m not picky.” You shake your head, bringing your mind back to the present. “I hope you don’t mind if I unpack my belongings now?”

Yeosang waves you ahead. “Go on. I’ll just head out to let the servants know. Make yourself comfortable. The bath is also open if you’d like.”

You nod, turning back to your bags as Yeosang slips out of his quarters. It doesn’t take long for you to organise all your belongings, and you place your pillow on the silken sheets of his bed, slightly embarrassed at the obvious difference in quality. Your life wasn’t hard, nor was your servant lifestyle cheap, but you weren’t given silken sheets.

After a pause, you can’t help but to reach out and let your hands brush against the sheets, marvelling at how soft and smooth they lay. You look around carefully, and when Yeosang shows no signs of coming back in the next five seconds, you quickly let yourself drop into the sheets, closing your eyes and breathing in the smell of lavender blossoms.

You feel yourself relaxing far too much and you quickly stand, ruffling through your side of the closet to find your nicest dress, bringing it to the bathroom so you can clean yourself of any dust you may have lingering before looking a little more presentable for Yeosang.

As you slip into your dress, you can hear Yeosang return, the telltale sound of plates being set. “Are you decent?” you can hear him call out, and you nod before remembering he can’t see you.

“Ah– yes I am, your highness. Ah, Yeosang,” you correct yourself, and you can hear chuckles from behind the door before it opens to reveal Yeosang clutching something in his hand.

He gingerly sets it on the counter to reveal a small bottle of perfume. “I had this made when I was first told I was chosen to have a divined partner. It’s customary for the royal side to gift their future spouse with their first expensive perfume.”

His voice grows smaller with each word, but you don’t even know if you can speak without crying. It’s such a small gesture, one that’s premeditated, but it still makes your heart flutter. “Thank you, Yeosang.” You feel like there’s no way you could ever thank him properly to show your gratitude, but he just smiles even brighter.

“Come, let’s eat.”

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After a quiet but calm dinner, you’re laying in the softest bed you’ve ever used in your life. Yeosang’s soft breaths can be heard across the room but you’re still wide awake. The anxiety of your life flipping completely has finally hit you and you’re far too aware of yourself right now.

You’re starting to regret not taking Yeosang’s offer of sharing a bed—having another’s presence near you would be immensely comforting. When you had first moved to the palace for your new life, Haewon had shared a room with you until you were comfortable enough to start sleeping on your own. You roll over in the sheets once more, shoving your face in your pillow and trying to pretend you’re back in your own room. It only serves to make your nerves worse and you can feel tears starting to sting at your eyes.

“Are you okay?” A low voice startles you and you whirl around to see a Yeosang-shaped shadow standing by your side, hand outreached. “I heard you tossing and turning and– are you crying?”

You open your mouth, but all that comes out is a whimper and you quickly bring your hands up to cover your face. There’s the slightest hesitation before Yeosang’s hand comes down to rest on your head and he starts slowly stroking your hair. He’s unsure of himself, but it’s comforting nonetheless and your cries quieten until there’s barely a hiccup.

“...I’m sorry,” you sigh after your chest has stopped heaving. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”

Yeosang hums, his hand stilling on your hair. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs. “I understand. It’s a scary change. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

You hesitate before you say it, and Yeosang almost turns away to go back to the couch when you reach out and grab hold of his sleep-shirt’s sleeve. “Will you stay here with me? It helps if someone is near me.”

This time, Yeosang does not wait a second before making his way to the other side of the bed, crawling in and sliding closer to lay almost close enough for his shoulder to press against yours. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him and it’s enough to make your body relax already.

Carefully, slowly, you reach out your hand until it touches his, and he quickly envelops your palm with his own, bringing it up to his face to press a kiss to it. “Good night, YN.”

“Good night, Yeosang.”

[justmeinadaze]

Good Neighbors Part 6 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I bare you your Steddie crack...I mean content... for the week :). I love reading yawls reblogs and comments on this series lol it provides me much needed serotonin. I love you guys so much!

Warnings: Steddie dynamic and all that that implies (I regret nothing). Fluff in the beginning with readers kiddo <3

Word count: 3180

“Happy Birthday, Steve!” You, Eddie, and Dylan shout as he comes through the door. 

“Oh wow. Hey!” You son runs into his arms as Steve lifts him up. 

You hold up a cake in front of his face with lit candles. “Make a wish.” Dylan directs him as Steve pretends to think for a second before blowing them out. 

“Great. We get Harrington spit.” You smack Eddie’s chest with the back of your hand. “Naw, I’m sure it’s fine. We’ll all inherit slick, shiny hair and a hairy chest.” Steve scowls at him as he sits on a stool by the counter. 

“I made the cake! Right, mom?”

You reach up in their cabinets and pull down some plates. “Huh? Oh, yes. He made the entire thing by himself. Eddie and I did absolutely nothing.”, you answer in a playful monotone. 

“Yup. Not a damn thing.” Eddie doubles down backing you up. 

“Well, thanks, Little Man. I’m glad we got to hang out before you left to see your dad.” 

Dylan looks down and moves the cake on his plate around with his fork. Steve sees you and Eddie exchange a glance. “Baby, why don’t you go get Steve his present you got him. I left it in Eddie’s room on the right.” He jumps down and runs down the hallway. 

“Charlie cancelled. Said his work was sending him out of town. Of course, Vivian’s going with him.” Your jaw clenches as Steve reaches for your arm, pulling you to his side. 

“Did you call your lawyer?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have to talk about that today. Today is your day.” You lean down to kiss his lips before you hear tiny feet scurry back towards the kitchen. 

You lift Dylan on to the counter as he hands Steve his present. He quickly unwraps it and pulls out a small wood container. On the lid in green was his name painted across the top. The sides had drawn video boxes like the ones at Family Video. 

“Did you make this?” Steve asks him and the boy nods, his mouth stuffed with cake. “This is amazing. Thank you so much.”

“You can put your watch and stuff in it! We did it at school for arts and crafts.” Steve ruffles his hair in his hand. 

There’s a light knock on their door and Eddie gets up to open it. 

“Hey Kierra.” You reach over to hug her as your son pounces on her from the counter. 

“Hey Y/N. Ugh, weirdo! You’re getting too heavy. Hey Steve. Happy Birthday.”

He thanks her as she puts Dylan back on the ground. He runs into the living room to grab his backpack. “I see C-H-A-R-L-I-E bailed. Always a charmer, that one. Alright, so I will have him back around noon tomorrow?”

You nod giving him a big kiss before he waves at the other boys and leaves with your sister. 

“He didn’t have to go. I’m sure we could have had fun with the four of us.” Steve rises from his chair, placing the plate in the sink. 

“Yeah, but you see Eddie and I had a few ideas for the evening. One of them being that the three of us have never been on a real date. Now you two get changed. Eddie knows where we are going so he SHOULD know what’s appropriate. I will meet you in an hour.” You smile at them as you dance out the front door.

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“This is the fanciest fucking place I’ve ever been to.” Eddie looks up towards the Italian restaurant. Out of habit your hand raises to smack his arm but he reaches out grabbing your wrist without even looking, anticipating your move. “Hey, no kid tonight so I can say fuck all I want.”

“You guys didn’t have to do this, you know?” Steve was still looking over the outside of the restaurant. 

Your eyes meet Eddies as he leans down to not so subtly whisper in your direction. “He doesn’t know how to accept good things he deserves.” He straightens up and walks over to Steve patting his shoulder. “You can thank Mr. Harrington for that one.”

“Eddie, stop.” You wrap your arms around Steve’s waist. “We know we didn’t have to but we wanted to.” You let him go as you head towards the front door of the building, your heels clacking along the way. “And if all else fails we can sell the kid to get our money back.”

They both laugh as Eddie runs ahead of you to open the door.

This definitely wasn’t a normal scene for the three of you. Steve would have been ok with cake and pizza. Eddie with a six pack of bottled beer and you putting on a movie Steve liked while you enjoyed the evening. But you guys did things like that on a normal basis. You and Eddie thought this would be the perfect opportunity to go on a nice date night out and try something new. 

When you saw them in their suits before you left you knew it was the right choice. As always, they both looked delicious. You had no idea if they coordinated wearing the same style black suit or if it just happened but it worked. The did have different ties though that displayed their personalities. Steve’s was green where Eddie’s was red with a guitar on the bottom. 

A couple of nights before, Dylan came with you to the mall to search for a dress that Steve might like. You tried on a few before you found the one you were currently wearing which made Dylan clap in the fitting room. It was a red spaghetti strap that hugged your curves down to a bit above your knee. You found some red heels that had buckles that wrapped around your ankles. Your hair was up in a tight ponytail that bounced from side to side as you walked. 

The hostess led you three outside to a table on the terrace. The dinner was absolutely amazing and through the night your eyes struggled to keep focus on one boy at a time. They both looked so happy especially Steve. 

“No one has ever done anything like this for you? Ever?”

He shakes his head as he leans back in his chair. “No. Usually I’m the one doing stuff like this.” 

You glance at Eddie as he laughs. “Sweetheart, look at me. Who would want to bring me here?”

“I remember once on my dad’s birthday when I was like 7 or 8, we made him this big fancy dinner with a cake and everything.” Steve starts to chuckle. “He never even came home.”

Eddie leans back in his chair as well and chugs the rest of his glass. “Wayne, my uncle, I think he was the only one who actually celebrated my birthday. Growing up anyway. After Steve and I became friends…” They toast their empty glasses to each other, giggling. “Yeeeeeah, we’re going to need more of this.”

It was then that Steve realized how silent you were. He gently taps your foot with his. “What about you?”

“My parents were good about birthdays. Sometimes there would be fights because my dad got us something ‘boy’.” You roll your eyes. “Now Charlie on the other hand. No, forget it.”

“No, hey, I want to hear your story.”

“Steve, it’s your birthday. I shouldn’t be talking about my ex.”

“Hey. That’s right. It’s MY birthday and I want to hear what you were going to say.”

You sigh at his persistence. “No, we never did anything like this. On our first date, we went out of town to this biker bar. Someone spilled their drink on me AND he got punched in the face. In hindsight, I see the red flags.” You swig back the liquid in your glass. “Yeah, Eds, you’re right. We’re going to need more of this.” 

“That’s another reason you hate her, isn’t it? Because he doesn’t do shit like that with her.” Eddie kicks Steve so hard under the table that the boy shouts in pain.

“Harrington! Oh my god. And I’m the one who needs to control his mouth.” You giggle at their interaction. “You keep this up and I’m going to tell her not to give you the other present we had planned tonight.”

Steve looks at you with wide eyes and you tilt you head playfully to confirm with Eddie. You get up from your chair and crawl into his lap, kissing his forehead. He presses you tightly to him, gliding his hand up and down your arm.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you with my question.” 

“It’s ok, babe. I know.”

Eddie stands from his seat. “Alright, let me go give these people your arm, Princess, and my leg and then we can get outta here.”

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Steve and Eddie are both laying on Eddie’s bed cackling like little kids as they shared a joint. Steve was in the middle as you laid on his other side, softly running your hand up and down is clothed chest while he had his arm wrapped around you playing with your hair. 

“Seriously guys. I don’t think I can handle any more surprises.”

Eddie ignores Steve rolling to his side to look at you, gently reaching out to boop your nose. 

“You still okay over there?”

You glide your hand into one of the openings of Steve’s shirt and rub his warm skin. “Excited.”

Eddie winks at you before leaning over to kiss your cheek and jumping off the bed.

“What? Wait, excited for what?”

Smiling at his confusion, you grab his cheek, bringing your lips to his. Steve slings his other arm over, holding your face as close to his as possible. His hips turn towards your but you reach down and push them back, undoing his belt with one hand. 

“Ay hey!” Steve whines for second when he feels his pants and boxers being tugged down his legs aggressively. 

“Eddie! I promise Steve. I’ll smack him if he gets too rough.” You lean up on your knees and swat the other boy’s now shirtless chest.

“I don’t mind rough.”

“Told you.” Eddie grabs your hips pretending to body slam you back on the bed. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress and pull it down your body. “You see, Baby Girl. You forget. I’ve known this man since high school.” As you crawl away over Steve’s chest to his other side, Eddie grabs the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs along the way. 

You unbutton the rest of Steve shirt, sliding it down his arms, and throwing to on the floor. You place a pillow under his head, sitting on your knees next him. 

“For your birthday, Eddie and I thought we could make you feel good.” A moan leaves his lips as Eddie’s strong hand grips his cock and takes it in his warm awaiting mouth. You lean down and pull the metalhead’s long hair to one side. “Remember Eddie, he’s not exactly like you. The deeper the better. Right, Stevie?”

He licks his bottom lip as he nods. You gently guide his head lower on the other boy’s dick making him gag as spit falls from his mouth. The sound that leave’s Steve’s lips is obscene but you love it. You reach for his hand and glide his fingers through your folds. 

“You feel that, baby? Fuck. I just love watching you two play.” Steve reaches his arm around to grab the back of your neck, pulling you down to him. When his lips connect with yours, he thrusts his fingers into your entrance as you whimper into his mouth. “Have you ever kissed him like you do me?” Steve shakes his head, grunting against your lips.

You call Eddie’s name but he is transfixed on his current task. Steve’s fingers slide out of you as you crawl to Eddie, grabbing his face with your hands, and lifting his forehead to yours. His hand continues to rub Steve as he leans in to suck on your neck. You pull both boys till their facing each other. Steve doesn’t give Eddie a moment to think as he grips his jaw bring his lips to his own. 

You reached between your legs, circling your clit with your fingers. They kissed each other differently than they kissed you. There was almost a desperation behind it as if this moment had been brewing for many years. You watched as Steve reached down to take Eddie’s cock in his hands, matching the other man’s pace. You could watch them all night. They were so beautiful together. 

Eddie’s head turned abruptly at the sound of your moan as Steve’s lips trailed down his neck. The long-haired boy reached for you as you climbed towards him on your knees. His lips pressed against yours as he thrust 2 fingers inside of you, pumping them hastily. The sound of what he was doing to you filled the room. Your body trembled as you came around him, gripping his neck to hold you steady.

When he pulled his fingers out, they were covered in your slick. Eddie smiled as he offered them to Steve who sucked on them eagerly. 

“I’ll never get over how good you taste, Princess.”

Steve hums in approval. Eddie moves to the side, rises to his feet, and stands near the end of his bed. He reaches down pumping his cock casually as he waits for whatever happens next. You turn Steve’s head so his eyes lock with yours. 

“We were thinking we would try something new and since it’s your day Eddie said you could choose.” You gently rub the tip of your nose against his own. “Do you want him inside of you or do you want to be inside of him?” Steve lets out a shaky sigh of pleasure making you smile. 

“I want to fuck him. So fucking bad.”

Your smile grows as you make grabby hands at Eddie. He dives back on the bed, landing on you. His lips find yours quickly, moaning into them as he grinds his cock on the outside of your dripping pussy lips. You both groan as he breaches that barrier and slides easily into your entrance. 

After a few slow pumps, he freezes when he feels Steve line himself up behind him. Your pussy clenches around him at the sound of Steve spitting him hand, stroking his cock. He delicately pushes his tip into the boy in front of him and you watch as Eddie’s mouth falls open. You reach up and caress his face as Steve slowly pushes himself further in. 

“Eddie, baby, are you okay?” You murmur up to him but all he can do is nod. “Steve?”

His eyes shift to you, glassy and blown out, giving you a small nod as well. Your cunt flutters again at his reaction and Eddie growls as his head falls forward. You push his hair out of the way so you can see his face. 

“How does it feel? Tell me, baby. I want to hear you.” Steve bottoms out but remains still waiting to hear Eddie answer you. 

“It feels…so fucking good. I’ve never felt-mmmm- anything like this. Move, Harrington.”

Steve thrusts forward slowly, pushing Eddie forward into you, making you both moan. 

He tries to set a steady pace but every time Eddie pumps into you he pushes himself back on Steve and this boy had no intention of moving slowly. His hips smacked against yours roughly and Steve finally gave in fully matching Eddie’s rapid rhythm. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch them but it’s difficult. 

Steve leaned on top of Eddie’s back, pushing him deeper into you as he leaned over him to reach your lips. You could feel Eddie grunting into your neck. The sound mixed with him being pushed further into your pussy was almost too much. Your lips hovered over Steves, openly panting into his mouth as you came. 

Steve wrapped him arms around Eddie’s chest, thrusting into him aggressively, both men chasing their own highs. Eddie felt it before you did. He leaned up on his arms, looking down at you with sweat glimmering against his skin. 

“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” You nod as his head comes down to rest against yours. “I can feel it. You’re so fucking tight with your pussy clinging to my cock. Do you want to cum with him?” Eddie reaches between your legs, circling your clit. Your arms cling around his neck as Steve’s hips begin to sputter and he collapses onto the boy in front of him as he cums inside of him. Watching the pleasure on his face as he climaxed was enough to drive you over the edge and you whimpered into Eddie’s shoulder as the coil snapped.

“Good girl. It’s ok. You’re ok. We’re here. God, you feel so good. Fuck.” Eddie whispered more praises in your ear as his own hips started to faulter. Steve pulled out of him falling on the bed watching you both with his hooded eyes, waiting for his friend to cum. It didn’t take him long after a couple more rough thrusts you felt him release his seed inside of you before dropping flat onto your body. 

Eddie rolled onto his back and you reached down lazily to grab his hand, looping his fingers in with yours. You don’t know how long you were both laying but suddenly Steve’s voice broke through the silence. 

“I made a bath.” Neither of you opened your eyes to address him. 

“Steve, it’s your day. We should be making you a bath.”

“It’s after midnight. It is no longer my birthday.”

“Oh, well then our legs don’t work at the moment.” You giggle at Eddie’s comment and he starts chuckling with you. “I tried, Sweetheart. Holy hell!” Eddie gasped as Steve pulled him to his feet and threw him over his shoulder. 

Amused, you followed after them. Steve placed him on his feet and pointed to the tub. “In. Now.” He hears your tiny laugh echo through the bathroom and he gives you a playfully look of warning. You hold up your hands in defeat and climb in front of Eddie, leaning back against his chest. Steve sat on the floor facing you two, trying to help get you clean. 

He couldn’t help but smile at the image in front of him. Eddie’s arms were wrapped around your own as you hugged your body. Your head was leaning back on his shoulder with your face turned into his neck, his own face turned slightly towards yours. You both looked so content, at peace. 

Your hand reaches out to touch Steve’s arm. “Did you have a good day?”

“I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You smile as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “Good. You deserve it. You both deserve to be celebrated.”

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The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: master of the house

prompt: role play (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/q (love is not enough)

word count: 3180

masterlist | ao3 🍎

Jay had quite the stories to tell for him, but there was something about Q in particular with the scars on her lower belly and the way she watched him from the other side of the bed. The broach of the taro root followed him in the corner of his eye all the way to across the Atlantic Ocean, but Q kept silent all the way to Cardiff. He knew that he had to give her something special for their brief time in Wales together.

As the plane descended over the Irish Sea followed by the lush countryside down below before the outskirts entered their view, he thought about the scars on her skin as well the ones on her psyche. Jay had scars as well, but there was something to Q, however. Something that made him glance over to the distant expression on her face as well as the frizz to her hair; when he glanced back to Jay and the peaceful slumbering expression on her own face as well as the petals of the broach, he could feel the flutter in his chest as well as his stomach. But he looked back over to Q and he could feel a slight yearning within him.

The plane touched down on the tarmac, which in turn jarred Jay awake. She adjusted her hat and showed him a smile.

“Welcome to Wales,” he told her with a smile back to her.

“I have roots here,” she replied.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows at that.

“Oh, yeah! I’m French, Belgian, Welsh, and Irish on my mom’s side, and Scandinavian, Portuguese, and Baltic on my dad’s side.”

“Wow. That’s fascinating.”

“I’m sure your story is interesting, too,” she pointed out.

“Eh. I’m Ashkenazi Jewish. There is a hell, and we have seen it, but we know how to fight, though.”

“For thousands of years, no less,” she insisted. “

All the while, Q remained silent, and more so as they stepped off the plane and padded through the airport to the main entrance: the rest of the band was a few hours out, and thus, they had time to themselves for a while. Jay adjusted the brim of her hat and beamed up to the gray sky overhead.

“What’cha thinking about?” he asked her with a kiss on the side of her neck, and she lifted herself up onto her toes at the feeling.

“I’m gonna look around for any places we can get our paws on lingerie,” she told them with a wink. “I could also get us something to eat, too, if we’d like.”

“Yeah, we could check into our room and then we’ll join in on the walking around,” Q added. “You know how we do it over here across the Atlantic, Jay Mama.” She flashed her a wink, to which Jay puckered her lips at her in response.

“We’re gonna be at the hotel right around the corner up here—” He pointed up the street to the first corner away from the noise of the airport. “It’s got a red roof, can’t miss it.”

“I’ll be right back, baby,” Jay promised him. He gave her another kiss on the neck before she padded away from them: a fine mist fell upon their heads, all while he watched her go all the way to the corner off to the right. Once she bowed around the bend in the road, he turned his attention to Q, who remained there at his left.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked her in a soft voice.

“Of course,” she assured him, and they began walking up the street, in the opposite direction towards the hotel in question.

“Seeing as we’re in Wales, and Jay’s gone off into town, what say you and I enjoy this time to ourselves?” he suggested. “I feel like I barely know you, so I want to get to know you.”

“Oh, there’s not much, baby,” she told him with a shake of her head and shrug of her shoulders. “I’ve had my journey through the world of sex. I’ve been ill, I’ve had my heart broken many times before, my mother is a widow…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my dad died a couple of years ago. Cancer.”

“Oh, jeez, that’s horrible,” he lamented.

“It’s been rough, but—just like Jay—I do what I can, though. I like to go back home and be with my mom, you know, just so she’s not by herself because my aunt, my uncle, my grandma, and her friends can only do so much. Jay and I both have our battle scars, and we walk through the streets in search of healing ourselves.” They reached the corner, and he led her across the street to the opposite corner. Indeed, just prior to the corner up ahead stood that bright red roof behind a cafe and a bookstore, both of which looked to be closed for the rainstorm over Wales.

“It’s funny because Jay’s actually really insecure,” she added once they reached the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

“Feeling good around me but insecure elsewhere,” he muttered.

“My mom says it’s the curse of the tomboy,” she continued. “They’re hot but they don’t realize it.”

“I knew a few girls like that,” he recalled. “Some of the best female friends I’ve ever known, too. It was like they knew how to treat me well, and they often flirted with me, too.”

“You are quite the decadent specimen, baby,” she told him as they reached the front door of the hotel. She did the honors of checking them into their room, as well as the added tidbit that Jay was to show up to the room within the next hour or so.

Their room was up on the second floor, just so it looked out to the city of Cardiff in all its coziness there under the gray of the wispy clouds from the North Sea. The dark red velvet curtains over the little square window made everything even softer and cozier. The entire room smelled of fresh linen and peppermint, accentuated by the red and white striped wallpaper of the walls and the dark red wine-colored duvet covers on the beds.

Q set her things down before the dresser on the edge of the room, and she gave her hair a gentle toss.

He peeled off his jacket and hung it up on one of the hangers on the silvery rung right next to the door. It was right then he had an idea, and thinking about it brought the butterflies to his stomach.

He was alone with Q, and it would be some time before Jay returned to them with something to eat as well as some slinky lingerie.

He bowed into the bathroom with his travel bag still slung over his shoulder, and he set it down on the floor before the bathtub. He continued to think about the scars on her lower belly, the way that they resembled to commas on her skin, as he searched around for the right shirt, the one packed at the very bottom to protect the smooth silk and fit him only one time. He took off his shirt and put that one on: the white silk hugged his slender little body, especially around his waist, while the small black buttons proved to be hard to fasten all the way up to his collar.

Thinking quickly, he cupped his hand underneath the faucet for some water, and he ran his fingers through his bangs and the plume of gray at the crown of his head, as well as the waves and ringlets all on the sides of his head. He already wore a hint of cologne on the sides of his neck, and he had a hunch that he was going to need a shower after the fact, especially with the lingerie on its way to the room.

Something caught his eye there under the basin of the sink: he took a step back to find a small box of white latex gloves there.

“Jackpot,” he whispered, and he took two for himself. He kicked off his shoes and his socks so he could have some ease in taking off his pants.

He slunk out of the bathroom with the right one on part of the way. He cocked his hip out part of the way for Q’s enjoyment; she had taken her seat on the edge of the bed with the phone directory plunked across her lap and her jacket unbuttoned so he could see the low cut blouse underneath the thin black leather. She lifted her head and gasped at the sight of him there before her.

“Oh, my,” she breathed, primarily at the sight of his smooth pearly white silk shirt.

“Latex gloves,” he said with a snap of the left glove on his wrist. “Something I’ve never seen before in a hotel room, much less a room in the United Kingdom.” He slipped one glove on, followed by another.

“When I was in the hospital, my nurse was a man,” she told him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. He was a great nurse, too. He was really gentle with me and he knew right away that I didn’t react well to morphine.”

He took a step closer to her so she could see the gloss to his curls, and she showed him a little smile.

“One thing I’ve never been able to do with a client before was role playing,” she confessed. “I don’t know, I was just never given the opportunity to do it with someone. Jay’s the role player, if you ask me. Her aunt is an actress and she was in drama club in school, so she’s good at it.”

“Her aunt’s an actress, really?”

“Yeah, she’s been in stage productions for decades. One thing Jay’s told me—and she has yet to prove this to me, like she actually has a few photographs back at home, and I’m dying to see them, too—is her aunt was actually wardrobe director for Mistress of the Dark.”

He gaped at that.

“Elvira?” he sputtered out.

“Yeah. According to her, they used to style up her dresses to where they’d stand up without the hanger. Since there were always wardrobe malfunctions, they painted her boobs black to go with the dresses themselves.”

He clasped a hand to the crown of his head.

“Fucking hell, that’s like every boy’s dream right there,” he declared, and she chuckled at that.

“I should put in an extra request for Jay to show us the money then,” she declared. He snapped the bottoms of the gloves and gave his hair a toss with the flick of his head. Q glanced over at him with a little smile on her face.

“You wanna play around and show me the inner actress in you?” she suggested.

“I’ve got the gloves on, after all,” he assured her, and he held out his hands on either side of his head, as if he prepared to perform an examination on her.

“Here—” She sauntered over to him, and she placed her fingers on the top button of his shirt. She undid his collar for him, and she followed all the way down the front of his shirt to his waist. She nudged the sides of his shirt to the sides to reveal his pale, milky skin and the sparse line of dark hair on his chest to her. That line of hair, the way it started from the middle of his chest down his belly to the waist of his pants; she licked her lips at the sight of him.

Q then took a step back to peel her jacket off all the way.

“So, you want me to be your nurse?” he asked her with a little smile.

“Be my nurse and don’t leave me in the hearse,” Q declared, to which he chuckled.

“I’m gonna need you to change your clothes, my dear,” he said to her in a low voice.

Very slowly, she took off her top, followed by her pants, the latter of which she let slide down her legs to her feet. She tossed her top over to the dresser, and she stepped out of her pants. She nudged the duvet cover back to show off the clean bedsheets underneath, and she climbed up onto the bed with her ass pointed towards him so he could have a full view of her: he licked his lips at the sight of that smooth skin on the backs of her thighs. She lay down on her side to show off her curves, and then she rested the back of her hand upon her forehead.

“Oh, my nurse! Nurse Tevye! I am in need of having my pulse taken. I think my blood sugar is a little low.”

“Allow me,” he assured her with a flash of his eyebrows and a sly smirk on his face.

He locked eyes with her as he strutted over to her; he rubbed his hands together before he put one knee up on the edge of the mattress. He crawled closer to her, and he eyed the scars on her belly, right over the delicate band of her lacy panties.

He lowered himself onto his chest so he could be face to face with the scars.

“Oh, whoa,” she blurted out.

“Tender?” he asked her, slightly concerned.

“Still.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle. Besides, kisses are a better medicine than morphine.” Gingerly, he brought his lips to the scars for some tender feeling. Q groaned in her throat, and he knew that they still ached her. His lips lightly brushed against that extra soft scar tissue, and she groaned again, that time a sound he knew wasn’t a pained one.

She rolled over onto her back so he could have more control.

He nudged the waistband of her panties back to show more skin, and all the while, he kept his lips on that tender scarring.

Anything to make the pain go away for a little while.

“My patient is going to need a pelvic exam,” he said, still with that sly grin on his face.

“Please,” she begged, and she tilted her head back so she could breathe better.

He peeled her panties off a bit more to show off her hood as well as her lips. He could feel his own dick pressing against the denim inside of his pants, and he knew he would have to act quick. To ease the pressure on himself, he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall down his legs, down the side of the bed and onto the floor.

He snapped off the left glove and slipped it over his dick to act as makeshift protection once she was ready. He licked his lips and brought his head to the rim of her hood. She gasped at the feeling.

“Did you shave, nurse?” she asked him.

“Not yet,” he replied. “Is it too much?”

“No—it’s not enough,” she insisted. “Give it to me, my naughty nurse. Get on top. It’s your turn to get on top.”

With another lick of his lips, he slithered his tongue inside. He lightly tapped the head of her clit, and she immediately bucked her hips. With his gloved hand, he held her still on the mattress.

He slipped his tongue out to give a lick to her lips. His tongue wandered inside and she gasped again at the feeling. It wasn’t as intense as the caress on her clit, but he continued with it to tease her. Her lips were smooth and warm, and he squinted his eyes open to see her clit right in front of his face.

He slipped his tongue out of her lips for another lick of her clit. She once again bucked her hips at the feeling: her chest heaved, rose and fell at the feeling, but her lips were still not pink enough yet.

Another stroke of his tongue on her lips, and that time with his eyes open all the way to see her face. She raised her head enough to lock eyes with him, albeit for a moment. A brief thought shot through his mind, one that told him he should also work this magic on Jay when she returned, but for now, he was with Q.

He was with Q and treating her to something that she so desperately yearned for in those dark moments, between the loss of her father and the fear of succumbing to cancer on her own part.

He could feel the electricity up his spine, especially when he tapped the head of her clit extra hard. Q yelped out from the sensation, and he slipped his tongue out yet again. He adjusted the glove on his dick, which had grown even fuller from her own pleasure.

“We’re gonna need to prescribe a heavy duty painkiller, darling Q,” he told her in a husky voice. “Something that kicks morphine’s ass one way and the other.”

Careful not to hurt her, he straddled her hips from the edge of the bed, and he very gently pushed his protected dick into her lips. It was tricky given the fingers of the glove, but he could do it. He thrust slowly and gently into her: Q locked eyes with him, and she breathed harder. He had no idea if it was from the sight of him or the feeling of him, but it made no difference to him. He was giving it to her.

He was giving it to her, and when he had been on the bottom most of the time this whole time.

His face flushed as he knew he was about to reach the top on his end.

“Harder,” she blurted out. “Harder!”

He thrusted harder, and through the protection of the latex, he could feel she was even wetter and softer from before. He had already made her come twice with the licks on her clit, but now he was about to do it himself. He barred his teeth and raised up before he came all inside of the glove. He nearly fell onto his back on the floor, but he caught himself and flopped face down onto the bed next to her, out of breath. His damp hair spread over his face, and he could feel the sweat on the side of his forehead.

She lay down on the side of his body and kissed the side of his neck.

“You did so good,” she whispered into his ear. “So very good.” She then lifted off of him and climbed off the bed.

“There’s Jay with the food and the lingerie,” she said, out of breath. He closed his eyes and listened to the door opening, followed by their whispers to each other. They giggled at something, and then he felt Jay gently patting his bare ass.

“He’s gonna have hell of a time after dinner tonight,” was all he heard right then.

[blocksruinedme]

Hey Vee, how's "I hope you have the time of my life going? That weird Bad Boys red life fic? but not the knife one? You almost done?"

Oh, I Hope You Have The Time of my Life? That one I was going to write and publish between lim life episodes? The one with the VERY straightforward premise?

Let me fucking tell you.

It was going to be one long chapter. I really wanted it out before episode 7, and I couldn't, so I chopped it in a good place to chop and put out chapter one. 4.3k words

So I'm working on chapter 2 and suddenly there's a lot of DL-SmallEtho talk than I planned and way more going on about Weird Red Life stuff and I just keep working so hard. I decide it's soooo long and i should cut it, i find an obvious spot.

Then I'm at a ropes class and an instructor says something that inspires another smalletho flashback scene that i sketch out in my notebook on my back, holding the notebook aloft, and i keep worrying it's kind of took long to be a flashback and eventually that becomes its own chapter, and that means we're on 4 chapters. (I will only publish them all at once, i need to be able to make changes to ch2 as i finish ch4)

I had a bunch of free time this weekend so I was pushing to get it out monday night. I get overwhelmed when I'm working on 10k or more, i can't keep it all in my head, so i put own ch 4 and decided to get chapters 2 and 3 drafted so my head could focus more easily on chapter 4. But now 2 of 3 people (one is not online) in my support squad have said i should add *more* to the smalletho chapter. No one *ever* tells me to add *more* to something, so I'm listening.

Thus I'm going to give up on getting it out tomorrow and just let myself go all out on chapter 3. I'm just going to label the fic as "if you don't like bad boys but want red life smalletho sex, check out ch 3).

All in all........ I'm going to try and stay under 20k????? My longest fic is 17,133 words! And second longest is 11k! So that's very long!

Joel! Won't! Stop! Saying! Things! In! My! Head!!!!!

current word counts:

ch 1 - 4330 words (published)

ch 2 - 4070 words (fairly done)

ch 3 - 3180 words (and adding a whole thing)

ch 4 - 5kish words (it's such a mess idk)

Total: 16580 words and counting

Anyway praise keeps me coming so if anyone wants to see some of chapter 2 of 4 and say nice things, DM me. Seriously, I like DMs.

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Destroying Angels

Summary: Samuel Campbell drags his grandson into a case he never solved.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam Winchester x Hunted!Reader

Word Count: 3180

For: @ejlovespie #ejs500followerschallenge

Prompt: Soulless!Sam

*Inspired by

*Do Not Read if you are Triggered by any of the following Warnings

Warnings: cursing, funerals, using people for profit, unprotected sex/wrap it up kiddos, intentional poisoning, slow death by blood letting, buried alive, rough oral sex, gun/knife play, blood play, necrophilia

A/N: Set Season 6 between Clap Your Hands If You Believe & ..And Then There We’re None

A/N II: Written from Sam & Readers POV’s

Bingo Squares: @anyfandomgoesbingo -Soulless!Sam @spnmixedbingo -Torture @j3bingo -Dirty Talk @spnaubingo -One night stand @spnkinkbingo -gunplay @anyfandomdarkbingo -Corruption

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*photos found online

*gif not mine

I silently stood by a snowy graveside with the other mourners gathered listening to the priest delivering the eulogy about the deceased, always the same words no matter where I go, praising their virtues, piety or charity during their lives.

I silently scoff at these spoken illusions because I know their truth.

I know their lies, falling so easily from their lips upon those they claim to love, a carefully woven tapestry created to hide the true repugnance of each individual to whom I have delivered justice.

I know their dark secrets: back door agreements amidst mortals, contracts sealed with a kiss from crossroads demons or the covenants corrupt angels make having their own divine agendas..all made for wealth, power, or fame during their brief mortality.

I know the one lying in repose before us chose to interweave their deceptions with the written word, using its power of persuasion on those who’d follow, hiding their evil heart behind its unending beauty.

I know I’m bored AF standing here with goddamn snow melting in my shoes waiting for them to be put in the dirt.

My gaze wandered over the shivering, somber souls dressed in their mourning finery when I spotted them near the periphery.

Hunters disguised in priestly vestments, talk about sacrilegiousness..then I recognize the older one. He trailed me for years, always one step behind.

I wonder how he is here, unchanged after meeting his demise at the hands of Azazel over three decades ago.

I smile to myself at his unawareness that once again I’m right in front him, within his grasp and, as in the past, will be gone before he knows it when his very tall companion turns and our eyes lock.

He is beautiful.

Unremittingly he watches me with cold, calculating eyes shifting colors as they bore into me, as if he can read my soul, deciphering what’s written upon it and..

..did he just check me out?

Suddenly feeling unstrung, the sound of dirt hitting the coffin lid drew my attention as the priest crossed himself, “Quot a patre et filio et spiritus sancti, Amen.”

This unexpected encounter changes nothing. I will wait for my chance to slip away unnoticed and onto my next quarry.

The mourners departing will regather at the church and reminisce beloved memories over potluck I silently follow, pretending to be with another. As we pass I cannot resist an upclose peek at him..and he smirks at me.

🍄☠️🍄☠️🍄☠️🍄☠️🍄☠️🍄☠️🍄☠️🍄☠️🍄☠️

Sam

I can’t believe I’m standing here bored AF with goddamn snow melting in my shoes when I should still be balls deep in that blond I picked up last night.

I had her completely strung out by this morning, saying her mouth and pussy needed a break and finally convinced her to let me tap that sweet, virgin ass when this goddamn motherfucking grandpa of mine showed up pounding on the door interrupting my bum rutting.

He dragged out that journal from his life in the Stone Age and shoved it under my nose so to..humor him, I flipped through its numerous pages.

According to his antiquated writings he spent over a decade chasing whatever it was..is..his first time round but never actually figuring out what the damn thing is..was.

From the information in the police and coroner reports he also pushed in my face, annoying me even more, there’s nothing unusual other than the victims died from ingesting Death Cap mushrooms.

Hell, I told him those back to nature freaks drop dead all the time cause they don’t know the difference between them and Caesars mushrooms but noooo, he is convinced whatever it is, it’s here and killed this insipid blogger too.

I’m convinced Samuel’s talking out of his ass with this supposed case so now I’m stuck playing Ishmael to his Ahab chasing this white whale.

“Will you get your mind off your dick!” Samuel hissed at me, “you can plow some other bitch later.”

It’s amusing how riled up he gets thinking I’m not paying attention but I’ve been cataloging everything happening while looking for someone to drain my blue balls.

Never heard of multitasking old man?

So far none of these sycophants have set off my T-1000 senses, another perk I can back from the Cage with, just the same, boring as shit crowd that shows up for these things.

I scan the mourners again to shut him the fuck up and..hello..how did I miss that one? She looks as bored as I am, bet she’d be up for some fun time later.

Looking like this trip won’t be a total waste after all.

Hmm, maybe I should take Dean's advice and fake it, phrase it as consoling, be more..empathetic..less douchey.

She’s not what I normally go for but those lips, I can almost feel how sweet they’ll be wrapped around my cock and..yahtzee, I’ve found what the old man’s never been able to and she’s standing right in front of him!

I felt myself smirking when Samuel caught me, side-eyeing granddads not amused expression that I remember should be funny when I hear dirt hit the coffin making her look away.

Goddamn cockblocking priests!

The mourners start filing out while Samuel’s muttering some shit about something but all I can concentrate on is her and as she passes by I can't help smirking.

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No No No!

Every time I make to leave there he is!

I need to think this out..there is no way I’m letting this fucking hunter, who for some unfathomable reason is making me want to find out if the innuendos about hands like his are truly a indicator of a immense..

Dammit, he’s staring at me again with those expressionless, calculating, mosaic eyes that are so fucking hot!

I must be completely twisted if this game of cat and mouse we’re playing is given me a wet pussy.

I decided to sit in a quiet corner of the hall to strategize my escape, unintentionally overhearing some of the people conversing about this or that, vaguely remembering what it was like to be on that side, before that night the scent of death hung in the air.

“You appear troubled my child,” he pronounced in a honey/whiskied voice, sounding concerned but the emotion wasn't there, sits down on the edge of the low wooden table in front of me offering a glass of water.

I took it and warily sipped on it. He gives me this look before reaching over placing one of his broad hands on top of my bare knee.

His fingers momentarily retracted at the wintery nature of my skin. Quickly recovering he rubs his thumb back and forth over my skin and in a low voice solemnly says, “you appear to be in need of copulating, would you like to go somewhere more private?”

“Don’t you mean consoling Father?”

He just smirked.

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Sam

I sped towards the Airbnb she’s rented, knowing it’s idiotic taken off with the fuck if I know what she is.

It’s fascinating with how calm she is, like she has the upper hand despite her precarious position and not knowing a damn thing about her she’s piqued my curiosity.

But like any other monster I’ll eradicate her.

Eventually.

I ambiguously watch her out of the corner of my eye; the way the dashboard lights play over her creating an ethereal look, how the seat belt fits across her chest and hips, hinting at curves buried under layers that I want to explore.

***

She unlocked the door and we entered the sleek, modern rental. Removing my coat I pause to admire her assets as she bends over removing her boots before crossing to the fireplace turning on the gas igniting it.

Discarding my outerwear on the coat rack, I wander around inspecting the surroundings ending up gazing out a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a wooded area, pleased at the seclusion of this place when her reflection appears next to me offering a tumbler of an amber liquid.

I took it and sniffed its contents.

“If I was going to kill you, I’da done it already,” she cheekily responds before sashing to the oversized sofa in front of the fire sitting sideways, drawing her legs up under her, “and FYI, I only use my elixir on intended targets.”

“So that’s how you do it,” cataloging that tidbit I sat adjacent to her, casually draping my arm across the sofa back, hand resting next to her head, “Samuel thought they ate it.”

She pursues her lips and I can’t stop thinking how incredible they're gonna feel wrapped around my cock.

We sat quietly gazing at each other in the firelight, lost in our own thoughts when she abruptly breaks the silence

“Ask.”

“What do you want me to ask? Why do you look like that, why are you cold to the touch, why can I barely hear your heartbeat.”

“You can hear my heartbeat?”

“You're not the only one with abilities,” I nonchalantly remarked finishing my drink.

“It’s an unpleasant story,” she softly says, peering down at the antique platinum ring on her left hand glinting in the firelight.

“It’s because I loved the wrong person.”

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One hundred fifty-six years earlier

From the bed I hadn’t left in days I could hear my family talking with the man I was married to, the last person I’d been with before falling ill.

It was a marriage arranged by our parents over a decade ago, mine had the money, his had the prestige.

When I became of age he officially started the year long propiaties required before our nuptials. He was handsome, unfailingly courteous and attentive to me when attending the required outings during that year.

At the pre-wedding dinner, given by the groom's family, I nervously confessed that I respected and had developed feelings towards him.

Smiling, he reciprocated the same sentiments. I felt more at ease when he surprised me, thoughtfully having his cook prepare a favorite dish of mine made from a type of local mushroom.

The wedding day was beautiful but by that night the doctor had been called.

He diagnosed a blood fever and came by daily to drain me despite my feeble protests for him to stop.

I can feel the coldness of death drawing closer.

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I awoke disoriented.

The first sensation was the cold surrounding me yet I wasn't freezing.

When my eyes come into focus I find myself gazing up at a corpse of bare trees with powdery snow slowly falling from a winter sky.

I can't move my head but can wiggle the fingers on my right hand and work on moving more when my arm frees itself to the elbow.

Feeling around I realize I’m lying in a shallow indentation, frozen to the forest floor, resume wriggling, working on freeing myself but unable to make much progress.

After an indeterminate time I close my eyes drawing a deep breath use every ounce of energy I can muster launch upright not comprehending the screaming is emulating from me at the indescribable agony of my hair pulling out and my flesh being ripped off in strips still adhered to the ground.

I frantically claw at my imprisoned legs, fingers oozing black blood as my nails tore out, neither the less I keep working to free myself.

I crawled across the forest floor on my belly, soiling my wedding gown, now knowing it’s my funeral attire, as far away as I could from my grave before collapsing into unconsciousness.

When I came to, it was dark and maneuvering to the nearest tree dug my raw fingers in its gnarled bark climbing upon unsteady feet lean heavily against it, feeling lucky for the first time.

The moon was in waxing phase moving across the clear sky allowed me to somewhat get my bearings, deciding to head south, remembering that water flows that way and I had a better chance of finding civilization.

The sun was breaking on the horizon when I came upon one of my family’s property corner markers and found the old path that led to the main house. I was passing the fenced horse paddock when the odor of wet, burnt wood assaulted me.

I rounded the barn as dawn fully broke revealing the charred hull of what was once my home.

Next thing I remember I was standing at a crossroads when I felt something I couldn’t identify, a weird sensation skittering across my skin, then an accented voice spoke.

“Hello love..names Crowley.”

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Sam

“So you made a deal with Crowley,” I state handing her the glass I’d refilled and she raised an eyebrow, “if I had, you would have already dispatched me after the holy water laced with rock salt back at the church.”

She sighed, lightly tapping her short nails against the glass. “Crowley was sorta an adviser in my early years and while I do take the occasional job, if he asks nicely, I don’t work for him.”

“Independent contractor?”

“I know you’re trying to suss out what I am, it’s the reason you came here with me,” she leaned towards me with an amused expression, “you’re hoping I’ll slip up, give you a grain of information helping you figure me out how to gank me so I’ll throw you a bone. That demon blade won't work. Ruby tried to dispatch me with it and I sent her skank ass back to the pit.”

She paused, squinting at me, “last I heard it was in Sam Winchester's possession but he’s a little preoccupied being Luci’s and Michael’s fucktoy..”

“..I’ve never been anyone's fucktoy.”

“You’re Sam Winchester and you what..somehow miraculously escaped the inescapable Cage?” I nonchalantly shrugged, “something pulled me out after I jumped.”

She gave this paquiler smile, “that’d explain your missing piece,” I narrowed my eyes, “but not why Samuel was brought back too.” How could she know I didn’t have my soul and about Samuel?

She settles back studying me, “you don’t strike me as someone who would put up with his bullheadedness, why do you work with him?”

“It's a family thing.”

“Samuel Campbell was a proficient hunter for his time period..but I’m better.” She waved her hand in a vague gesture, “you may not like it but we’re in the same business. You exterminate actual monsters.. ”

“..and you the human ones?”

“I sure as fuck don’t do it for pleasure! I became this,” pointed to herself, “because of a human's evil intentions and someone has to deliver justice when the law turns a blind eye.”

I sipped on my drink considering her logic. It made plausible sense if I am to believe she isn’t killing anyone who’s an innocent, then I remember the police reports note about that blogger being investigated for fraud and their accountant having mysteriously disappeared.

“So where does this leave us?” I frowned at the question, “you still planning on trying to off me or walking away.”

“I won’t have to try to off you sweetheart.”

She snorted at that, “I’m tougher than I look Winchester.”

I had to concede that point. She wouldn’t have lived..existed this long if she wasn’t. Still, I’m not going to let her just walk away.

She bolted from her relaxed position knocking me backwards, head hitting the couch arm as she straddles my legs, pinning them between hers holds a very sharp knife against my jugular.

“I enjoy foreplay as much as the next guy but I’m not into necrophelia,” I comment making her laugh, “technically I’m not dead and you didn’t have a problem fucking Ruby in that recycled meat suit.”

“How did y..”

“Bitch never could hold her arsenic.” She glanced down when my gun pressed into her diaphragm, angled in an upward trajectory, “she also mentioned you were pretty vanilla in the sack.”

I slowly trailed the gun downward, “let’s say the last few years have changed my proclivities,” working the muzzle between us rubs the sight over her clit making her gasp, “I know the safety’s still on.”

Flipping the safety off and, with a finger still inside the trigger guard maneuver it further back causes my hand to brush her bare lips, ”only dirty girls don’t wear underwear in public,” tapping the sight against her rim makes her flinch before I slip the muzzle into her cunt, wedging it open.

Surprisingly warm fluids flow freely as I pump the steel shaft back and forth, making her moan at sensation, smoothly rotating it till I hit that spot and felt the blade split my skin as her head fell back, body shaken as she’s cumming, the coppery scent of blood mingles with her release.

Fucking hell, that’s hottest thing I’ve seen in so long I cum untouched.

Her muscles finally go lax allowing the muzzle to slide out and I drop the gun on the table watching copious amounts of cum flow out the barrel.

Gonna have helluva time cleaning it later.

“Definitely not vanilla,” she briefly mouth over my neck before sitting back licking blood smeared lips, “more like a swirl,” then looks down at my soaked pants, “that all you had in the chamber?”

I sat up running my fingers over those copper tainted lips, “how about using this mouth for something more constructive.”

Dumping her on the floor between my knees she unbuttons my pants, dragging them and my boxer briefs off, tossing them over her shoulder, “what makes you think I won’t..” snapping teeth together.

I pause unbuttoning my shirt and pick up the discarded blade slicing through her shirtwaist and skirt, lightly teasing a pebbled nipple with its tip before trailing the deadly steel down to her bare mound, “you do and I’ll gut you like a fish.”

“It’d be interesting,” she muse’s wrapping her fingers around my root, “to see which of us would bleed out first,” not breaking eye contact she takes my balls in her mouth briefly sucking on them before moving her tongue slowly up my cock and with a smirk nips at the sensitive area underneath the head then continues up to lick the pearling precome off like my cockhead like it’s an ice cream cone.

“Were you..fuck..this much,” I tangled my fingers in her hair, pushing her head down till I hit the back of her throat, “fuckingfuck..a..coquette..” hold her still I start facefucking her “..fuckyeessstakenmycocksogoood..” hips thrusting hard and fast, “when alive...FUUUCK!!” I cum again deep down her throat.

I let go collapsing against the couchback, chest heaving like I’d just ran a 5k when she climbed back onto my lap picking up the knife and drew it across my lips and with a throatfucked voice asks..

“Still wanna try offing me or shall we continue getting off?”

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Loftus Hall Pt.2- Dakota Laden x Reader

word count:3180

warnings: fluff, Maybe some misspelled words or bad grammar, I’m sorry about that guys! Language?

Summary: Based on season 3, episode 15 of DF. So, all credit to the crew, the show, and the channel. The trip continues and the location is revealed, and the packet read leaves you the most scared you’ve ever been about an overnight.

Hey guys, I’m so sorry this is late, but look out for another chapter sooner than usual! I love you to the moon and to Saturn!

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You had finally gotten more into the city, and as you were passing places by Dakota spoke up. “See that door right there?” he asked and you nodded your head. “Yeah,” Tanner answered. “The guy who wrote Dracula, he lived there,” Dakota said. Your eyes lit up, “No way! Bram Stoker?!” you exclaimed excitedly. Dakota chuckled at you and nodded his head. The RV stopped and you all got out to go see the door. You ran up to it excitedly, “Holy crap, the actual creator of one of the most famous monsters of all time lived right here. This is amazing!” you said and pointed your camera at the door to show it. Everyone took a look at the door for a while, and you just couldn’t stop smiling. 

“Tanner, are you seeing this?!” you asked with enthusiasm. “This is so cool,” he said and wrapped an arm around your shoulder in a hug. 

As you walked away from it you fell into step with your boyfriend and gently reached to grab his hand. He held yours gently, not wanting to hurt it even further. He could feel how excited you were and it made his heart melt knowing he had something to do with that excitement and joy. 

You all decided it was a good idea to stop off and get some food and try a beer. You hadn’t been more excited, although you weren’t the biggest fan of beer you couldn’t help it especially seeing as you were in Ireland. To all of your guys’ surprise, you quite enjoyed your drink. You were just completely happy the entire time, and that was something new to you. You always had stress and anxiety, and depression did hang heavy sometimes. So all of them getting to see you like this was amazing. It wasn’t like you were a raincloud all of the time but there were moments of each day where they could see that you were struggling and it hurt them. 

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“Something tells me that they don’t have RV’s here in Ireland,” Chelsea said and you chuckled, looking out the window at the people giving you strange looks as you passed by. 

“Not a lot,” Dakota said with a smile. “Cause we’re getting a lot of weird looks,” Chelsea spoke again about the people outside. 

You all chuckled at the looks they gave. 

The drive went on and as you turned a slight corner Dakota immediately pointed at the window across from him, “That’s it right there!” he exclaimed. “That’s it?” Tanner asked as he quickly moved forward to see the building better. You looked out the window as well with bright eyes, completely in awe of the structure in front of you. “The Christchurch Cathedral from the 11th century,” Dakota explained. He looked at you as you looked on in wonder at the sight before you. 

You once again got out so you could walk by and look at it more closely. “That’s gotta be the oldest building I’ve ever seen in my life,” Chelsea said. “Yeah, it definitely is. It’s beautiful though, just look at it,” you said and studied it for a few seconds. “Yeah, it is,” Alex agreed with you. You smiled at him and went over to give him a hug, you just stood there for a few seconds longer holding on to one of your best friends at one of the happiest moments in your life. 

Dakota smiled at seeing you so happy, despite how you might be hurt you were absolutely enchanted by the city and it made him love you even more. 

You got into the RV once again and settled down, you had gotten cold and decided to put some sweats on as well as one of Dakota’s sweaters. The window was down and Chelsea was right next to it with a smile on her face, her hair was being whipped around a bit and it made you smile. “Whoo. Ireland!” she exclaimed and you chuckled. 

Your next stop was a park and you were rather excited about it, albeit slightly nervous about taking a tumble again. You got out of the RV and looked ahead of you, and a huge smile formed on your face at the beautiful sight in front of you. 

As you began your walk Dakota made sure that you were holding his hand at all times, not wanting you to fall again. 

“This is the largest park in all of western Europe,” Dakota explained and your eyes lit up once again at the sight of deer so close. 

“Hello deer, “ Dakota said in a funny voice and you had to try hard not to laugh loudly. He looked over at you with a huge smile. 

As you stood with Chelsea Tanner walked closer to the deer, “How close can we get?” he whispered. 

She looked back at you, “he’s one with the deer,” She said and you had to stop yourself from bursting out laughing again. 

You, Chels, and Alex stood together watching Dakota walk up to the deer. 

“Hey guys, guess what we’re doing? We’re going to some of the most haunted places in your country,” he said and you giggled. (ok, but is Dakota not just fucking adorable as all hell?)

“One of them just rolled their eyes. I’m not even kidding,” he said and you giggled even more. He looked over at you laughing and smiled at the sound and sight of you and his sister having fun together, he loved how close you were with his family and he could tell that you felt like they were your family as well. So sights like those made his heart melt, knowing that one day he would make it official and you would be part of his family and you would get to start one of your own. 

You all decided it was time to go and so you all walked back to the RV. Dakota was holding your hand the entire time making sure that you didn’t trip, you tried to seem unphased by it but he could tell you were nervous about it.

“That was peaceful!” Chelsea exclaimed happily. “I guarantee you that’s about as peaceful as this road trip’s gonna get,” Dakota promised ad you sighed heavily. “Yay, I’m so excited to have no peace,” you stated dryly. Everyone laughed at your dry sense of humor. 

“You’re always bringing us to these nice places just to crush us down,” Chelsea stated. “That’s very true Kota,” you agreed with Chelsea. He just lifted your hand and placed a kiss on it, “Well, we have to have the calm before the storm don’t we?” he asked and quirked his eyebrow. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. 

You got back to the RV and you were shivering a bit from how cold you were, Dakota noticed and sat next to you. He pulled you close to him, you looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back and leaned forward to kiss you. His warm hand was on your cheek and his other arm was tucked tightly around you. You broke away and leaned forward once again to kiss his cheek. “I love you, Dakota,” you said and he smiled. “I love you too babe,” he reciprocated. 

The day turned to night and so you found your spot to do a packet read. You sighed heavily trying to figure out how to sit get there and sit down without falling again. Your knee was still sore and bruised, it had bled a tiny bit through the bandage and so it was a bit uncomfortable and nerve-racking to walk through there. 

Tanner noticed your hesitance and offered his hand to you, you gratefully took his hand and let him help you up and find a spot that was comfortable for you. 

You sat right next to your boyfriend with cold shaky hands and your stomach in knots. 

He looked over at you and kissed your cheek. It was a harder setting than a bench but he managed to keep you closer to him to keep the cold away as best as he could. 

“You ok sweetheart?” he asked quietly. You nodded your head slowly, “Yeah just a bit nervous that’s all,” you said and played with his fingers that were hanging over your shoulder. 

“Ok, well, you guys, I brought us all the way to Ireland, and this will be the biggest challenge we’ve ever faced to date,” Your boyfriend explained. You sat there in silence trying to process what was going on, you weren’t sure why the cold was affecting you so much it had never been like this before. It was making your brain pretty foggy, and your mind swirl with irrational and worrisome thoughts. 

“Chelsea, there you go,” he handed his sister the black packet he held. You took a deep breath and rested your head on Dakota’s shoulder. He squeezed you tighter for a second before loosening his grip the slightest. 

As Chelsea ripped it open and brought it out you could just feel something off about it. It didn’t feel right, it felt bad and it made you nervous. 

“Loftus Hall?” she and Tanner questioned in confusion. 

You looked at Dakota in confusion. “What?” you questioned. 

“Rising ominously above the lush fields of the Hook Head peninsula can be found the barren remains of the once extravagant manor, Loftus Hall,” she said. You could just picture it in your head, and it made your stomach turn as you interlaced your fingers with Dakota’s. 

“But do not let its stunning facade fool you. This home and its current residents are anything but welcoming.” you shivered a bit at her words, Dakota noticed and nuzzled his nose gently against your cheek in a sweet gesture of affection. 

It caused your cheeks to heat up a bit and you to let go of a fraction of the tension in your body. 

“Loftus Hall is known as one of the most haunted homes in the entire world,” She said. She looked at her brother like he was crazy, “What?” she questioned. “In the world?” she followed up quickly. “Yeah,” Dakota confirmed. 

“I have always wanted to go to a haunted mansion but not the world’s most haunted mansion,” Alex stated. “Yeah, really, I hate this place already,” you sighed. 

“Standing for over 860 years, it has borne witness to numerous battles, tragedies, legends and deaths throughout the centuries,” She explained more about it. “First constructed as Redmond Hall in 1350 it was occupied by the descendants of Norman Knight Raymond le Gros.” Chelsea finished and handed it over to Tanner. 

“The estate changed hands several times, converting into a convent, and even a hotel, but though the type of institution varied tragedy was in constant play to those who live there. The current owner recently sold the property.” You shifted nervously trying to calm your own nerves. 

“But while the hall has been filled with numerous notable residents. The story of Anne Tottenham and a mysterious visitor is so terrifying and tragic that it has morphed into legend.” you glanced over at your boyfriend with fearful eyes. You tried to shake the feeling of dread that was beginning to come over you as Tanner read further on. 

“One violently stormy night in 1775. Anne, her father Charles, and stepmother Jane heard a  loud knock at the front door. A servant who answered the door found a handsome young man who had gotten lost and was seeking shelter.” he said, “Never trust the handsome ones I swear,” you mumbled but they heard you and let out chuckles. “Except these three,” you said and pointed at the boys. Dakota kissed your head and held you a bit tighter. He knew you made jokes when you thought others felt uncomfortable or unsettled despite you feeling the same way. You dealt differently, you would hold it all in and you never let it out until suddenly everything became too much for you. 

“As the foursome were playing a game, Anne bent down to retrieve a card that had flown out of her hand. When she looked underneath the table she saw that the man hadn’t had feet but instead cloven hooves.” Tanner explained. Your eyes went wide and your stomach dropped to your feet. You sat there in terror at what you were hearing. 

“That just straight up sounds like the devil,” Tanner said. You bit back tears and tried to breathe as steadily as you could so you’d be able to finish the read with no problems. “The freaking devil?” Alex asked in pure fear and bafflement. “Yeah,” Dakota said. “That’s like, really bizarre,” Tanner said. You kept quiet, and it didn’t go unnoticed but they decided not to push it right then. 

As they kept reading your mind was becoming fuzzy, you were just thinking over and over about what happened after they found out about him. He burst into a sulphuric ball of flames and exited through the roof and the hole is still there, and as a result, Anne went mad, she went crazy. You were absolutely terrified. 

“You’ll be ok sweetheart I promise you,” Dakota whispered to you and kissed your head. You nodded sluggishly. 

“Her family had no choice but to confine her and locked her away in the tapestry room,” Chelsea said. You shook your head. “The tapestry room? That just sounds creepy” Chelsea said. “It does,” Dakota agreed with her. 

Apparently, she had been held in her room for 11 years. She scraped and clawed at the walls. Your heart was just twisting, she even tried comforting herself, and when she had died they weren’t able to straighten out her body. All of her bones had fused into a fetal position. You could practically feel it, you could feel yourself curling in on your own body and ending up dying that way. 

“That’s like, some twisted fairytale you hear about,” Tanner explained how he saw it. “So freaky,” Dakota said. 

“But she was not the only one locked in that room,” Tanner said. You cringed immediately having a horrible feeling that you knew where this was going. 

You were right, it was said that she had a baby with this dark stranger. She had fallen in love with him. They found out while doing renovations of the house that something horrific had occurred to this baby. They found remains behind the fireplace, remains of a baby, mummified. 

At this point, you had gone completely dead silent. No shaky breaths or comments, no reactions. It was all in your mind, your fear had clouded every sense and you had no idea what to do anymore. “Wait a second, seriously?” Tanner questioned. Chelsea looked in shock and disgusted. “And that part’s not legend. That part’s true. The baby was found behind the fireplace.” Dakota explained the truth. They turned to look at you and saw you as white as a sheet, expressionless. They could tell you were in some kind of shock and they were worried. 

“(y/n)?” Chelsea asked. “You stayed the same, you could hear her but it’s like you had forgotten how to respond. Nothing had affected you this badly and you were scared. The story was horrific, and it was possibly the worst you’d ever heard. You were truly scared. 

When she didn’t get an answer Dakota began to shift positions which meant letting you go for a bit. When he moved you immediately reached out for him. “Dakota, don’t leave,” your voice shook. Their eyes went wide at your plea, and the grip you had on your boyfriend tightened. “Babe, I’m not going anywhere ok, I was just adjusting myself ok. I’m not leaving you. What’s wrong?” he asked and gently placed a hand on your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. “Just a bit spooked, I’m sorry guys go ahead and continue,” you said and tried to blow it off. You knew that no matter what you did now, you wouldn’t be able to avoid his questions later that night. 

They all looked at you uncertainly before deciding it was best to continue and get it done quickly for you. 

“The most active areas include:” Tanner passed the packet to Chelsea. “The back staircase, the only way to access the third floor this area is incredibly dark.” Chelsea stated. 

You had unintentionally blocked out parts of what was going on, you heard about the nun falling to her death on the back staircase, she could have been pushed. There is said to be a cross etched there out of respect, and that’s where you may see her. 

“What? Tanner questioned. “I did not sign up for this,” Chelsea said. 

Dakota turned to check up on you as Tanner carried on reading. You sat there quietly with your hands resting in your lap fiddling with the ring he had given you for your birthday. It always helped your anxiety decrease the slightest bit. 

“The second floor on the left side of the main staircase people report a presence that physically tries to push them back.” He read. 

“What?” Chelsea questioned in disbelief and fear. “Are you joking?” Tanner asked. 

“It’s gonna be a wild night,” Dakota said. You were beginning to get exhausted from all of this information flying at you. How brutal and horrifying it all was, instinctively you rested your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. He looked down at you and kissed your head lovingly before being handed the packet.

“The third floor,” he began. “Home to the former servant’s quarters, vicious, aggressive, EVP’s have been caught on digital recorder.” He said. You saw the look of weariness on Chelsea’s face and internally felt the same way she did. 

“Many people flat out refuse to enter this area by themselves.” Dakota read. You got chills, Chelsea noticed your discomfort and reached out to grab your hand. You held your best friend’s hand as you tried to keep yourself grounded. 

The packet was handed over to Tanner and so once Dakota let go of it he wrapped his arm around you keeping you as close as he could. 

“The tapestry room,” Tanner started. 

Your eyes widened considerably at the notion of it being one of the most haunted rooms in the world. And the effects it has on people emotionally and mentally. You already had problems like that and so you were beginning to feel a bit sick at the thought of being there. 

“Many people have been unable to stay inside for an entire night,” Tanner explained. “Great,” Chelsea said in disappointment. “That’s what we’re supposed to do,” Tanner spoke out. 

“There’s something there, something evil. It’s ready to play, I can already feel it,” you spoke out softly. Everyone looked at you with fear in their eyes. But they pushed through that. 

“This is a big opportunity for us,” Dakota said. “This is next level,” Chelsea stated. “And it only gets worse from here,” Dakota promises. 

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Boundaries

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary:

When JJ makes an offhand comment about Spencer not being particularly fond of physical touch to his girlfriend it causes a bit of a misunderstanding.

word count: 3180

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Ever since you and Spencer decided to ditch your colleagues for the third time in a row to watch Doctor Who at his place instead, which resulted in him awkwardly admitted to liking you at the end of the night, you two have been practically inseparable. You knew that Spencer was shy when it comes to physical affection from the start but you also knew that a huge part of it was the lack of said affection throughout his life.

Often times he looks surprised when you hug him or kiss him with no particular reason in mind other than that you wanted to.

It's like he's used to only experiencing soft touches in the context of challenging and heartbreaking events happening to him.

You were set on changing that. You're going to make up for all the people who have failed to treat him with the love he deserves.

So far he hasn't stopped you from trying either. You cuddle him every chance you get, you kiss him whenever the opportunity presents itself and the environment allows it, you hold his hand while you're on the jet. You make sure Spencer is on board for all of this though.

You always ask him if he's okay with it before. The last thing you want is for Spencer to feel uncomfortable with you.

He's never denied you though and your question is always received with a big smile on his face.

Despite being very responsive to your touches Spencer doesn't allow himself to outright ask for them. Your best guess is that it comes from a long line of people denying him these simple pleasures. The thought breaks your heart.

You two were in the elevator on your way to meet the rest of the team in the bullpen when it all sort of went south.

You were holding hands with Spencer and he subconsciously squeezes your hand a little once the doors open. You give him a smile and lean up to press a small kiss to his cheek.

He immediately turns bright red and you giggle. He's given up on asking you for their reasons. He's starting to accept that you like kissing him and that's reason enough.

He grins at you and you let go of your grip on his hand. You both walk to your respective desks and stuff your go bags under them.

Before you can make your way back to Spencer you spot JJ across the room seemingly headed straight to your desk.

You know JJ is Spencers best friend and while you admittedly had a hard time accepting that your boyfriends best friend was a woman he used to have a crush on, you decided that you had absolutely no reason not to trust Spencer. He was happy with you and JJ was married with kids after all. Hell, Spence is their godfather. There's no need to worry about either of them having feelings for the other. You're sure of it"

Plus, you really like JJ. She was the hardest to win over simply because she and Spencer were so close but she never treated you with hostility. She was kind and respectful but kept you at distance until she was sure you were right for Spencer. You would've been upset if you weren't so happy someone was looking out for him after all.

"Good morning JJ" you greet her happily.

It really had been a good morning.

You and Spencer woke up earlier than usual to eat breakfast together. He made you pancakes!

Or, at least he tried. They were a bit burned but you told him that they were the best pancakes you have ever had. And you meant it.

He, of course, turned bright red and refused to take the compliment so you shut him up with a kiss.

A kiss that said 'Thank you for making me breakfast. I love you and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life eating burned pancakes with you'.

"Hey Y/N i was wondering if you had a minute to talk. About Spence." JJ approached you with a certain worry in her eyes that immediately unsettled you.

"What do you mean? Did something happen? I just saw him a minute ago and he seemed fine" You say nervously. Was there something you overlooked?

You make a mental note to go through the events of this morning again.

"No, he's fine! It's not that. I just wanted to talk to you about how it's going with Spencer. You know, being a couple and all"

JJ seemed almost nervous.

You weren't sure what to think about that.

She never dug around in your business before and you don't think she's got any malicious intentions but it does throw you off a little bit.

"Did you have something specific in mind? We're doing great, JJ. I know you worry about him but i think he's happy with me"

You say proudly because you know he is.

He tells you every night when you two settle down to lie in each others arms to read for a bit.

That's code for Spencer reading to you while laying his head on your stomach and you playing with his hair.

You smile at the memory.

"Uh yeah i guess i do. I just don't want you to think of this as something personal but i think as his best friend i owe it to Spencer to talk to you about it"

She looks down at her feet seemingly uncomfortable but willing to go through with this.

You were shocked to say the least. What could she possibly have in mind that would potentially hurt your feelings? Your mind goes to the worst possible scenarios and it's giving you a good bit of anxiety.

JJ seems to spot the look on your face and grabs your hands.

"No, no, no it's nothing bad per se! Just something you should be aware of to avoid misunderstandings"

You let out a small breath and calm down a bit. You're still confused though. If it's so urgent, why wouldn't Spencer tell you himself?

You were curious though.

"Okay so what is this about then?"

JJ looks at you with a bit of pity in her eyes and you immediately decide you hate that look.

"It's just that, you know, Spence is a bit of a germaphobe and he just doesn't do very well with people invading his personal space. Not that you're invading his space! Gosh no, you're his girlfriend after all. It's just that it seems like he might be a bit overwhelmed. I know it's non of my business, but i think he's trying to be okay with the PDA because it's something you want. I'm all for expanding your comfort zones but i'm afraid Spence is not going to tell you himself"

She finishes her nervous rant and you felt your heart sinking.

Is that why he never asks for your touch? You thought it was because he was shy but maybe it's because it makes him uncomfortable.

Was he trying to protect your feelings by not denying you touch whenever you asked?

Or worse, did he think you would leave him if he put up some boundaries?

Your eyes are filled with unshed tears and you look down at your feet out of embarrassment. You don't want to see the look on JJ's face right now. You're humiliated and honestly just upset Spencer wasn't telling you all this himself.

"Oh. Well, i'm sorry. I didn't know. I thought we were okay but i'll make an effort to turn it down. Thanks JJ"

It's clear she wanted to say something in return but you already turned away from her to flee the scene. It was overwhelming and you didn't want her to see you cry over this.

You went to the only place you knew you could feel freely without having to downplay the whole thing.

Penelopes Office.

You knock twice at her door.

"Hey Pen, can i come in? Are you busy?"

She immediately opens the door and with it, her arms.

"Never too busy for you honey bun!"

You give her a sad smile and hug her tightly.

You sniffle a little and she closes the door behind you two.

"What's wrong Y/N? Did Spencer do anything? I'll kill him for you. I have about twenty seven different ways that would make it look like an accident! Perks of working for the FBI"

This actually makes you laugh and you immediately know you've made the right call coming to Garcia.

"It's more about what he didn't do. Pen, am i a bad girlfriend?"

She grabs your shoulders and pushes you out of her embrace to look at you.

"What? How could you possibly think that? Boy Wonder has never been happier and i've known the kid for a solid couple of years!"

You look down again with an empty smile

"Then why would he send JJ to tell me all about how uncomfortable i make him?"

Okay so maybe you were being a bit dramatic but it feels like he broke your trust by talking to JJ about it before talking to you. At least, you assume he did. Why else would she bring this up?

"He did what? Are you sure?"

You raise your arms in a frustrated manner.

"I don't know Penny all i know is that JJ had some thoughts on how to be in a relationship with Spence!"

Garcia looked shocked and it makes you laugh.

"Yeah, that was my initial reaction too"

She shakes herself out of it.

"Did you talk to Spencer about what he thinks?"

You look at her with sheepish eyes.

"I don't want to yet. I'm upset with him and honestly a little embarrassed. I just wish he would've told me certain things himself. I think i'm going to take a sick day, okay? Can you let Hotch know i'm out for today?"

She looks at you with understanding eyes and gives you a nod.

"Of course, Bunny. Take care. And don't forget that Spencer loves you!"

You smile and give her a nod in return.

"Yeah, i know"

And with that you're out the door and on your way to grab your bag from your desk.

Of course you end up running into the one person you don't want to talk to right now.

Spencer looks at you with a small smile and you give him one back. Admittedly, yours looks a bit forced but you don't have the energy to pretend right now.

"What are you doing?" He asks innocently. He must be unaware of your conversation with JJ.

"I- Uh i'm taking a sick day. I'm not feeling so well"

You try to avoid eye contact but you fail to ignore Spencers worried expression in your peripheral vision.

"Are you okay? Was it the breakfast? I told you you shouldn't have eaten the pancakes!"

He sounds so distressed you can't help but laugh.

You were still mad at him but he was just too cute for his own good.

Out of habit you raise your hand to plant it on the nape of his neck where you usually toy with his hair before kissing him.

Just as you were about to put your hand on him you shake yourself out of it and retreat it.

He looks at you with confused eyes.

"What's wrong?"

He asks you with sad eyes. He's giving you completely mixed signals and it's driving you insane. Did he suddenly want you to touch him?

"Nothing. I just- I'm really tired"

You look down at your bag and pick it up to make your way out of there.

Spencer grabs your hand and it causes you to stop in your tracks. You breath in and out and turn around to look at him once again.

"Are- I mean are you leaving now?"

He looks at you with an embarrassed glint in his eyes. But there's something more to it. He looks hopeful. Like he's expecting something.

Maybe he's waiting for you to kiss him goodbye like you always do says a small voice on the back of your head.

No, you shake your head, JJ was perfectly clear about these things.

"Yeah, i am. See you later okay?"

You say with a small smile. You weren't mad at him for not being comfortable with PDA. That's not it at all. You just wanted him to be the one telling you.

You squeeze his hand and he exhales a little.

"Yes! Yeah, um, we're still on for tonight right? Your place?"

He seems so nervous and it reminds you a lot of the first few dates you two had. He was so afraid of messing up, of being laughed at or rejected.

"Of course we are. I'll order us some Chinese"

You give him a real smile and he starts lighting up as well.

"Yeah i'd like that. See you, uh, tonight then"

He's still holding your hand and you squeeze it one more time before letting go.

As you step into the elevator you know that you two have a lot to talk about.

--timeskip approx. 8h--

You've spend all day trying to figure out how to talk to Spencer about what happened at work today. You didn't want to fight with him and you hope he's not going to try and shut you out.

All your worries pretty much wash away when you find Spencer at your door holding a beautiful arrangement of flowers.

When he finally reveals himself behind them you can't help but drag him inside and press a kiss to his lips. You smile into the kiss and it's not long before Spencer does the same. It's harder than it sounds like but you two aren't willing to separate yet so you keep kissing for a little longer before leaning back to accept the arrangement.

"Thank you, Spence. They're beautiful"

You push the curls out of his face and cup his cheek in your hand.

He leans into it and closes his eyes for a second

"Almost as beautiful as you"

It's barely a whisper but you heard him.

Putting the flowers down on the counter you don't waste a single second hugging him tight to your chest.

He hums in contentment and you melt into him.

You've missed him so much today. You weren't used to being at distance with him. Emotionally or physically.

Speaking of.

"Does that mean we're okay again?"

Spencer asks pressing small kisses to your neck.

You shutter slightly before leaning back to look at him.

"What do you mean? Were we not okay before?"

You brush the curls that have fallen back into his eyes away again and he looks at you with wide loving eyes.

"I don't know i thought we were but then you didn't- um i don't know you just left and i thought maybe i had done something to upset you?"

He looks nervous. Almost like he's afraid he's going to say something wrong. You give him a small sad smile and decide that now is as good of a time as ever.

"I didn't kiss you because i know you're not comfortable with that"

You weren't mad anymore. You had enough time to process what happened and you've come to the conclusion that Spencer must've had his reasons. You're willing to let him explain.

He on the other hand looks at you like you've grown a second head.

"What? No i- why would you think that?"

You huff out a breath and look at him for a moment with raised eyebrows. You really thought he was going to tell you now. Is he waiting for you to say it?

Spencer looked genuinely confused and upset you would even suggest such a thing. It makes you wonder if he talked to JJ at all.

"Look, JJ came to talk to me today and cleared some things up and honestly i'm not upset about what she said. Not really. I'm upset i had to find out from someone who wasn't you. You could've told me. You should have told me actually"

This didn't do anything to wipe off Spencers confused expression. If anything, his frown just got deeper.

"Y/N i seriously don't know what you're talking about. I haven't talked to JJ this week"

Now it's your turn to frown. Did he not know? Was it really just JJ making assumptions that weren't true?

"But she said- No it doesn't matter what she said. What matters is that i want you to tell me, right now, if my affections make you uncomfortable in any shape of form. It's okay if they do Spence! I know i'm a lot but it's important we're both okay with what's happening between us"

He stares at you with a mix of adoration and confusion.

"Of course i'm not uncomfortable with you! I would tell you if i was. It's not even like you're doing any of it without checking with me first! Why would i lie to you?"

You let out a frustrated huff.

"Because you don't wanna hurt my feelings! But it's okay. We're equals and we can set up boundaries if you want. All that matters to me is that you won't shut me out"

Spencer smiles at you and it confuses you. Why the sudden mood change? Not that you're complaining. His smile always did manage to make you feel better. This time is no exception.

He grabs your hands and pulls you closer again.

This is new. Not the hand holding, but the fact that Spencer is the one initiating it.

"I promise you i have never been more comfortable with a person. I don't know what JJ told you and i'm definitely going to have a talk with her about boundaries but as far as we go, i'm more than happy with where and what we are"

You give him a small laugh and he joins in.

You wrap your arms around his middle and bury your head in his chest.

"So you're okay with me kissing you or touching you in general? In front of the team"

He presses a small kiss to the top of your head.

"More than okay" He whispers

You smile and lift your head to give him a proper kiss. He grabs the side of your head and pulls you even closer.

Lips just millimeters apart you look him in the eyes and find nothing but love in them.

"Also, next time you leave work without kissing me goodbye i'll make a scene. No hesitation"

You laugh loudly and push him away. He playfully stumbles back a couple of steps and laughs with you. He shrugs his shoulders

"Try me"

You lean your head on his shoulder.

You don't even know what you were worried about anymore. Spencer has a way to make all the problems seem to minuscule. You can confidently say you've never been happier.

[papa-evershed]

Sustenance

Rick/Michonne

Rated: E(xplicit)

Status: One-shot/Complete

Word Count: 3180  

Sometimes, when grief has taken hold of your life, the only escape to be found is in the arms of the one you love.

Loss was somehow easier when shared, even if it was raw and  repugnant at times. For every one of Michonne’s ugly cries that stole  her voice away with their ferocity, there had been Rick, just as lost in  the storm. Her love for him had only grown as they shared their pain.  For months that knowledge had been enough, comforting even, but Michonne  wanted him to physically feel how deep her newfound love for him went.  The man had earned some proper sustenance.

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[synmorite]

Worth it

Summary: Claire has tried to be patient while waiting for the boys, but her patience has run out. Pairing: Sam x Dean, Dean x Claire x Sam Word Count: 3180 Rating: 18+ Warnings: 18+ only, Wincest, language, nudity, teasing, drinking, smut, light bondage, oral sex (m and f receiving), edging, anal sex, unprotected p in v, rough sex, threesome Created for: @j3bingo - Threesome square A/N: This is the final part of my ‘Brat’ series. It’s been fun! Also this is my first bingo fic! Woo!

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Claire liked to think she was patient. She knew she was lying to herself, but it was a nice thought. Ever since the boys agreed to let her watch them together, she stuck with them. Normally, she would be on her way after a good fuck until the next time. But she just couldn’t wait. She needed to see them together. It was all she could think about. The boys fucking knew it too. There were more lingering touches between them. More groping. More kissing. More flirting. More of everything. Well, everything except what she wanted most. To see them fuck each other. She stayed with them, hunt after hunt after hunt. She practically lived with them in the bunker when not hunting. And just to make matters worse, neither one of the boys would fuck her either. She was feeling extra horny and tried with Sam first. Maybe if she had tried with Dean first, she might’ve gotten somewhere. But Sam was sitting in the library doing research while Dean was out at a bar. She walked into the library just wearing panties and a t-shirt. Hopping up onto the table, she sat cross-legged. Sam glanced up at her and laughed. Claire pouted at him. “Nice try, Claire. Subtlety is not your strong suit.” She gave up quickly on Sam, and tried Dean next. She waited till he was in the shower and then walked in and stripped before joining him. He smirked at her and grabbed the soap. He ran it down her skin, but stopped right before he reached the juncture of her thighs. Tracing his finger back and forth over her wet skin, Dean leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Sammy told me what you’ve up to, little girl. He thinks you should wait.” Dean pulled his hand away and put the soap back as Claire whined at him. “But I don’t want to, Dean.” “You remember that having a lack of patience is how you got into this mess? You didn’t wait with those vamps, so you had to be punished. Still haven’t learned your lesson then, have you?” Dean stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel as he left Claire under the running water. ~

It was two months. She knew that there was no way they hadn’t had sex in that time which just made her so much madder that they were clearly just playing with her. If she wasn’t getting to hunt so much, she would have just left them. Maybe she would have. Ok, probably not. But that was also two months that she hadn’t gotten any sex, so she was a bit on the irritable side. Ok fine, a lot on the irritable side. So when the boys dragged her out on a ghoul hunt, she was more than a little pissy with them. She tossed her bag in the back of the Impala and put her earphones in as soon as she settled in the seat. She could see both Sam and Dean trying to talk to her during the drive, but she continued to give them the silent treatment until they gave up. It was already 9pm when they finally pulled into the motel. As soon as Dean unlocked the door to their room for the next few days, she shoved past him ignoring his indignant “Hey!”, dropped her bag on one of the beds, and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind herself. She stared into the mirror for a moment before getting angry with herself for hanging around. They probably changed their minds about letting her watch and just didn’t know how to tell her. Sighing heavily, she decided that she didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted to get fucked and she wanted to get fucked tonight. She opened the bathroom door and was surprised to see the motel room empty. She saw the boys’ bags on the other bed before spotting the note left on the little table in the kitchenette. Picking up the note, all it said was that they went for food and would be back soon. She crumpled the note and threw it in the trash before opening her bag and pulling out a short denim skirt and a low cut black top. She changed and then pulled her boots and leather jacket back on. She made sure that she had her phone and wallet with her fake ID before calling an Uber to take her to a bar just outside of this little podunk town. There was a bar across the street from the motel, but she didn’t want any of the hicks that might be there. The bar outside of town seemed to be more popular with people her age. Once the uber driver dropped her off, she went in and settled down in a seat at the bar. She ordered a shot of whiskey and a beer before gazing through the crowd to find someone acceptable to take her home for the night. Her hungry gaze landed on a guy with stubble and shaggy hair. He had a smirk to die for and seemed to be a little older than most of the modest crowd. He was sitting at the other end of the bar also surveying the crowd. Claire smirked to herself and threw back the shot before picking her beer up and heading over to him. He spotted her and smiled brightly. She sat down on the stool next to him and leaned forward so her breasts were pushed up. The guy’s gaze immediately flicked downward to look before dragging back up to her face. “See something you like?” She asked, taking a sip of her beer. “Oh yeah. Definitely. I was beginning to lose hope at finding anything interesting here. How about you? Anything you like?” His voice was just deep enough for her liking. “Yea, I think so.” She let her gaze drag up and down him appreciatively. “M’name’s Graham.” “Katie.” Claire said, giving the name on her ID. In less than an hour, Claire and Graham were kissing hungrily in a back hallway of the bar. She pulled away for air and he immediately started licking and kissing at her throat. He wasn’t bad, but he definitely wasn’t good. Claire just hoped the sex would be better than the kissing. “C’mon, let’s get out of here and go somewhere more private.” She said as she pulled his head away from her neck. “Yeah, okay.” Graham said breathlessly. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him back towards the front door of the bar. As soon as the door shut behind them, her heart dropped at the sight in front of her in the parking lot. Sam and Dean were leaning against Baby and staring at Claire. “Oh, shit.” She said. Dean looked positively murderous while Sam looked calm and collected, but she could feel the waves of anger

flowing off of him. She looked back at Graham, trying to decide if it was even worth it at this point. Sighing heavily, she said to him, “Look, you might want to go find some other chick in the bar, cause this isn’t gonna happen.” “Wait, what? I just spent the last hour with you! You owe me!” Unfortunately for him, Graham said that loud enough for the boys to hear and Dean had the guy by the throat before he could take another breath. “The fuck you just say to her?” He growled. “Who the fuck are you?!?! Lemme go!” Graham tried to pull Dean’s fingers off his throat. “Dean, c’mon, he’s not worth it.” Claire urged. Dean growled again before throwing Graham away from him. “Damn right he’s not.” Dean stared hard at him. “Get the fuck home. Now.” Graham scrambled away to a beat up old car before peeling off out of the parking lot. Once he was out of sight, Dean turned his glare to Claire and she flinched. “And you get the fuck into the car now. We’re going back to the motel.” She heard the door of the Impala open and saw that Sam opened the back door for her. She slinked off into the backseat. It was dead silent on the ride back to the motel. Once they made it back, Sam levelled Claire with a look and said, “Go to bed, Claire.” She opened her mouth to argue about how she was 18 and they couldn’t tell her what to do, but seeing the stony looks on both of their faces, she decided she wouldn’t test them. She stripped out of her clothes and pulled on a large T-shirt to sleep in before crawling under the covers and shutting her eyes. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.

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Something was wrong. There were strange noises in the dark and Claire couldn’t move right. She heard a grunt and her eyes shot open. The room was dim with only a table lamp on, but her eyes immediately focused on the two bodies in the bed next to hers. Two naked bodies. Sam was leaning over Dean, kissing him deeply. He was also slowly jerking Dean’s cock in his hand. Dean let out another grunt as Sam twisted his wrist on the upstroke. Claire immediately felt wetness pool between her thighs at the noise. She tugged on her wrists and realized that they were tied to the headboard. She also realized that she was completely naked. When she looked back at the boys, Sam was smirking at her. Dean’s head was thrown back as he gasped with Sam’s hand movements. “Looks like someone finally woke up for the show.” Sam kept his eyes on Claire as he leaned back down and took one of Dean’s nipples between his teeth. Dean grunted and thrust up into Sam’s hand. Claire went to squeeze her thighs together and realized that her ankles were tied to the opposite end corners of the bed so that she couldn’t do anything to create any friction for herself. “Yeah, I cannot believe you slept through Dean tying you down and stripping you.” “Please, Sam.” “Oh no, baby girl. I told you that you’d be tied down. And you haven’t been very patient over the last couple of months, have you? Not to mention the stunt you pulled tonight. So absolutely no touching, babygirl. Not if you want either one of us to play with you.” Claire whined out, “Okay, Sam,” knowing that there were no other options. Any options she wanted anyway. Dean’s eyes turned to Claire and she held his gaze as Sam lowered down and took Dean’s length in his mouth. Dean’s mouth fell open as a hand weaved into Sam’s chestnut hair and held on. Sam licked and sucked until Dean was bucking up softly into Sam’s mouth. His eyes still trained on Claire, Dean asked, “Can I taste her, Sammy? Please?” Sam pulled off of Dean with a small pop. “Okay, Dean. Because you have been such a good boy for me, I’ll let you taste her. But she’s not allowed to cum. I’ll let her get my dick nice and wet for you while you play with her.” Dean nodded eagerly before scrambling over to Claire. She was already spread wide so he settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe up her center. She gasped at the sudden touch. Dean let out a happy sigh as he continued to lick and suck at her. Sam climbed over her so his knees were above her shoulder. “Suck.” He commanded. She lifted her head and eagerly took Sam’s length into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip before pushing forward to take as much of him as she could. The angle was awkward, but Sam understood and didn’t try to control her actions. He let her go at her own pace. She could feel a climax approaching and hummed around Sam, but Dean slowed his ministrations, letting her orgasm melt away. Once she was no longer on the edge, he picked back up until she was close again before slowing down and letting it fade. She groaned in dissatisfaction as Dean edged her a third time. Sam grinned down at her. “What the matter, baby girl? Want something?” She pulled off of him and pleaded, “Please, Sam. Just let me cum. Please.” Sam leaned down and stroked a thumb over her lower lip. “Hmm. How about I let you have one orgasm tonight. Just one. Do you want it now, or would you rather have a cock in you?” She threw her head back in frustration. “Careful now, baby girl. If you’re a brat, you’ll get nothing.” Immediately, Claire calmed herself. “I’m sorry. I’ll wait until you decide I can have a cock.” Dean was still licking at the slick pouring from Claire’s hole when she felt him press a finger into her. She gasped and jerked up, and Sam turned to look at his brother. “Seems I have two brats tonight. I told you that you could taste, Dean. I didn’t say you could finger her.” “But Sammy, she’s so soft, and wet, and warm.” “And wouldn’t you rather feel that around your cock instead of your finger? If you’re not careful, I won’t let you cum either, Dean.” Dean immediately

pulled his finger free. “Sorry, Sammy. I’ll be good.” “Good. Now it’s time to get that hole of yours ready for me.”

~

Claire had never seen Dean look so desperate. So wrecked. Hell, she had never seen him so submissive. He was always so dominant with her. He gripped the sheets in his fists and whined and whimpered with every thrust of Sam’s cock in his ass. “Please, Sammy. Harder. You can go harder.” “Such a little whore for me, Dean. So hungry for his baby brother’s cock.” Sam snapped his hips against Dean harder. Dean let out a gasp and buried his face into the bed. She could hear Dean breathing out and chanting “fuckfuckfuck” as Sam continued to pound into him. She felt a shiver of desire run through her body as her gaze remained intent on the two brothers. She twisted against her restraints and whined. Sam’s gaze locked on her and he pulled his cock free of Dean’s. “Sammy, please!” Dean begged. Sam gave him a hard smack across his ass. “I want you to fuck her. Destroy that little pussy.” Dean turned and looked at his little brother. “But I want you to fuck me.” He whined. Sam smirked, “Who said I wasn’t going to fuck you too?” Dean didn’t hesitate to climb back onto Claire’s bed. He shoved a thick finger into her to try and open her up a little. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and bucked against his hand. Sam was still kneeling on the other bed, stroking his cock. Dean pushed a second finger into Claire and she winced at the stretch. “Enough, Dean. Fuck her.” Dean frowned at his brother. “She’s still too tight.” “But she’s wet enough. I can hear how wet she is. She’ll loosen up once you get going. Besides, it’s not about her tonight. She is being punished after all.” Claire looked back and forth between them. Dean still looked unsure. “Fuck me, Dean. I can take it. I want it.” Dean didn’t hesitate any more and lined himself up before pushing in. He had to fight for every inch he gained inside her as she panted at the burn. Once he was fully seated, she threw her head back, blonde hair scattered all over the pillow. Dean’s forehead rested against her chest and his forearms wrapped under her shoulders as he breathed deeply. She could feel his legs quivering as he tried to control himself. He jerked suddenly and Claire looked down to see that Sam was standing over them, stroking a hand up and down Dean’s back. “How’s that feel, De?” “Fuckin’ tight.” Dean grunted back. The bed dipped as Sam climbed on behind Dean. His large hands gripped Dean’s hips as he rubbed his cock over Dean’s ass. Dean shuddered deeply and pulled back from Claire to push himself back against Sam. Claire thrust her hips, but her movement was limited since she was still tied down. Sam noticed and reached over to tug the knots around her ankles free. She immediately pulled her legs up to wrap around Dean’s waist. She felt Sam run his hands up and down her legs before gripping her thighs and pulling her into Dean. Dean groaned at the feeling before lifting his head and kissing Claire hard, shoving a tongue into her mouth. She started to grind her hips against Dean, needing more. “No baby girl. Stay still.” Sam ordered. She obeyed reluctantly and felt his hands return to Dean’s hips. Dean’s cock twitched inside her as Sam slid back into Dean’s tight warmth. “Fuck us, Dean.” Sam commanded. Dean shuddered as he started a slow rhythm of fucking into Claire while fucking back into Sam. Before long, his speed picked up and Claire was holding onto the ropes around her wrists desperately. Sam growled and started shoving hard into Dean, pushing him into Claire and breaking his rhythm. Dean whined out, “Sammy, ‘m gonna cum if you keep that up.” “Then do it. Fill that bitch up.” Claire and Dean moaned in unison as Sam continued his rapid, hard thrusts. Claire felt the coil tighten in her belly and could tell that Dean was close too as he started to throb inside her. Dean’s chest was pressed against hers and as she felt the dam inside her break, she bit hard into his shoulder. Dean gasped and used his grip under her arms to her shoulders to pull her onto him as deep as he could get before unloading himself inside her. “Fuck!” Sam cried out as he gave a few more hard shoves

into Dean before stilling and grunting as he came himself. He had a tight grip on Dean’s hips that looked like it would leave bruises. They all stayed in their positions, breathing deeply before Claire managed to chuckle out “God, that was fucking amazing!” Both boys let out light laughs of their own as Sam pulled free of Dean slowly and collapsed to the side of Claire. Dean then pulled himself out of Claire and laid down on her other side. “Uh, boys? You gonna untie me?” “Oh, shit. Sorry, sweetheart.” Dean mumbled before leaning up to pull the knot at her wrist free, while Sam undid the other. Once she was free, Dean curled into her side and wrapped an arm around her waist. Sam pulled the blanket up over the three of them before moving arm under Claire’s head and holding the arm of Dean’s that was around Claire’s waist with his other arm. He kissed Claire’s cheek and mumbled, “Sorry we made you wait so long, baby girl. Hope it was worth it in the end.” “Yea, Sam. It was most definitely worth it.”

[chilling-seavey]

Seasons Change (d.s.) - EIGHTEEN

↳  A/N Daniel isn’t the only one grieving...seems that’s a fact people tend to overlook

↳ Summary: Everyone knows everything about everyone in this small rural town in east Connecticut and the handsome single father who owns the farm down the main street seems to always be the talk of the town. Balancing the care of his acreage, raising his school-age son, and coaching the local boys’ hockey team keeps Daniel busy; but his mind never strays far from the expansive and vibrant flower gardens planted outside his farmhouse.

↳ Word Count: 3180

↳ Warnings: This story touches on topics such as loss of loved ones and grief. Nothing too detailed but read at your own discretion x

Daniel and Blythe stood at the living room window, watching the heavy rain fall over the gardens. Lennox was sat on the rug playing with Legos and keeping a quiet eye on the adults as he did so. Sidney and Lady were napping together on the corner of the couch. It was quiet and almost peaceful apart from the steady rain that came down in sheets outside.

“We don’t seem to have much luck with the weather, huh?” Blythe chucked lightly.

“Apparently not.” Daniel sighed, setting his hands on his hips.

“I should probably head back to town before it gets any worse. I heard it’s supposed to thunder.” Blythe said quietly.

Lennox looked up from his play as the adults’ voices fell to whispers so he couldn’t hear what they were saying. Daniel bit lightly at his bottom lip in thought. He didn’t have a truck to offer to drive her home in and biking in the rain wasn’t ideal.

He looked back at her and offered quietly, “Why don’t you stay with us tonight.”

“Oh.” Blythe’s eyes widened at his offer, “Are you sure?”

Daniel nodded, just as a rumble of thunder shook the windows in their frames. He fought with himself a moment as the idea grazed his mind but he spoke it into existence anyway.

“And for the rest of the season? If you want.”

His whispered offer startled Blythe a little.

“Like…move in for the rest of summer?”

Daniel nodded, backing it up quickly, “Just so you don’t have to bike back and forth all the time. You’d just…be here.”

Blythe smiled at him and if their eight-year-old chaperone wasn’t watching intently there was no doubt she would have at least hugged him.

“If you’re sure.”

Daniel nodded, “Yeah.”

Their lingering eye contact had Lennox’s eyes narrowing and he threw a small block of Lego at his father’s legs. Daniel looked over at him quickly, almost as if forgetting he was even there.

With an innocent grin, Lennox asked sweetly, “Can you come play now, Daddy?”

“Yeah, sure, Spud.” Daniel said. “Can Blythe play too?”

“No, no, that’s okay.” Blythe said before Lennox even had a chance to form his usual glare. “I should call Jocelyn and Jonah to tell them about the change of plans.”

With her disappeared down the hallway, Daniel helped himself to the living room rug and his only son who was a little too desperate to keep things from changing more than they already had. The rain outside wrapped the farmhouse in a muted existence as Lennox explained what they were building with the scattered pile of various coloured Lego bricks that were spilled out over the floor. Lennox was like Marigold in that way; things had to be done by his rules. It was good that Daniel was an avid follower and an even better listener.

“Mommy liked when I made her castles so we’re gonna build her a castle.” Lennox instructed, crawling around the bricks to shove them between the two of them. “A tall castle.”

“You got it.” Daniel agreed, reaching for a handful of Legos.

They built quietly for a moment.

“So Blythe is going to sleep over tonight because it’s raining and I don’t have my truck to drive her home.” Daniel told him.

Lennox didn’t answer for a second, pursing his lips as he focused on finishing the square base of the castle.

“Spud?” Daniel tried.

“Why can’t she go home?” Lennox asked.

“Because I can’t drive her without the truck and it’s not safe for her to bike in this rain.”

“Make Jonah pick her up.”

“He has his own things to do. We’re going to be nice and let her sleep here, okay?”

It was worded as a question but both of them knew that it wasn’t one to be argued.

Lennox clicked another brick onto the wall of the castle, “Is she going to sleep in yours and Mommy’s bed?”

The innocence of the question still had Daniel’s cheeks dusting pink and he cleared his throat before answering, “No, no. She’ll stay in the guest room. Why would she sleep in mine and Mommy’s bed?”

Daniel looked over at his son who only shrugged as he pressed a few yellow bricks around the perimeter of the Lego castle. Lennox finally replied, “I dunno. Because she’s your friend.”

The Seavey boys fell into silence. Daniel didn’t know how to respond. They built the castle together quietly as the rain pattered across the roof and came down hard against the boards of the back porch. They worked together to build Marigold a nice castle and Daniel even found a little flagpole Lego to stick to the top of the tower. Lennox grinned at their handiwork and leaned into his father’s touch as he pet his hair from his face with a loving hand.

Blythe returned to the living room after she finished on the phone, “They said that’s fine that I stay here.”

“Great.” Daniel stood up from the floor. “I’ll start dinner then.”

Lennox watched his father walk over to the kitchen and Blythe followed him to keep him company. With a frown, Lennox looked back down at the Lego castle on the rug in front of him and then to the pictures that were set across the shelves and the mantle to his left. His mother’s face smiled back at him from various frames and he sniffled as he stood up from the floor and helped himself to the couch, flopping down beside the dog and cat.

When Marigold was around, Lennox always had Daniel to play with after work was done and while dinner was being made but since everything changed, it all felt a bit lonelier.

A shadow fell over Lennox on the couch and he opened his eyes to look up at Blythe standing above him.

“Hey, Leni. Do you want someone to play with?” she offered sweetly.

“Don’t call me that. I hate that name.” Lennox said sharply.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Blythe said quickly. “What would you like me to call you?”

“Nothing.” Lennox grumbled and turned over to hide his face in the couch cushions.

“He gets grumpy when he’s hungry. Don’t take it personally.” Daniel called from the kitchen.

Lennox only huffed in annoyance but didn’t move. When the shadow was gone and Blythe had returned to the kitchen, Lennox let a small tear drip down his cheek.

Daniel had made spaghetti for dinner. It was Lennox’s favourite. Was it a hopeful way to ease the hostility in his young son? Maybe. But he wouldn’t outright admit that.

Regardless of his favourite meal being set in front of him at the table, Lennox didn’t even crack a smile. Daniel, who was finishing setting the table, walked behind his son and gently took his face in his hands to lean his head back and kiss his forehead.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Lennox mumbled. He looked back down to his plate and slouched his cheek on his hand as he twirled his fork through the noodles.

Daniel sat down between him and Blythe, “Want to say grace, Spud?”

Lennox dropped his fork to the side of his plate with a clank and sighed dramatically as he pressed his hands together to pray. The adults did the same.

With the most monotone voice anyone had ever heard, Lennox led their dinner prayer, “Thank you for the world so sweet, thank you for the food we eat. Thank you for the birds that sing, thank you God for everything. Amen.”

Daniel and Blythe replied quietly with their “Amen.”

Dinner was mostly Daniel and Blythe talking since Lennox kept his head down and ate in perfect silence, avoiding looking at either of them at all costs. Between the rain outside and the woman who was now suddenly staying with them uninvited to the eight-year-old, Lennox felt near miserable. He finished his plate and his glass of milk and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“May I be excused?”

Daniel glanced over at his son who had cut him off mid-conversation but he nodded, “Yeah. Put your dishes in the sink.”

Lennox, without a second glance, slid off his chair and carried his dishes to the sink. He dropped them in and then hurried down the hallway and upstairs to his room. Daniel watched him leave.

“Is he okay?” Blythe asked quietly.

Daniel exhaled deeply, “I dunno honestly. He’s been all over the place lately.”

“Are you sure me staying for the summer isn’t going to be too much of a bother? I don’t want him to feel weird about it.” Blythe said.

Daniel smiled lightly and looked over at her, “No. It’s fine. I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow morning when he’s rested.”

Blythe nodded in reply. Their eyes lingered for a moment and Daniel habitually licked his lips but just turned back to his dinner.

When the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher and the cat and dog were fed, Daniel led Blythe upstairs to show her the guest room. They never really had guests so it was mostly untouched but still near spotless. Marigold had decorated it perfectly down to the throw pillows and little decorative knickknacks on the shelves. Despite the grey weather outside, the guest room was bright and welcoming and Blythe let a smile play at her lips as they stepped inside.

“The drawers are empty and the closet too…so when you bring your stuff over from Jonah’s tomorrow or whenever you can…feel like you’re not living out of a suitcase.” Daniel said as he leaned against the doorway.

“It’s really nice.” Blythe complimented as she ran her fingers gently over the pale yellow walls that were met halfway by a white trim from the baseboards up.

Daniel tried to ignore the memories of planning that same exact room to be a nursery…how Marigold insisted on sunshine yellow for the walls and started decorating within the first few months of even trying to get pregnant. She was dog-earring magazines and reading design books before bed with her pen tucked behind her ear to circle her favourite inspiration photos. Daniel could still see the warm light of the fireplace across her bare legs bent up with the book resting against them, her light eyes narrowed in sweet concentration as she read, and the quiet humming that fell from her lips as she played with his hair until he fell asleep at her side. They were so young the first time and for their second, she wanted to be more than prepared. Their second never came.

Blythe stared at Daniel expectantly and he blinked back to their drab and rainy reality, “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” Blythe answered easily before repeating herself, “I just asked if you had an extra set of pyjamas or something I could wear to bed. Sleeping in my jeans the other night wasn’t really comfortable.”

“Yeah. Come with me.” Daniel pushed himself off the doorframe by his shoulder and she followed him across the upstairs landing to the master bedroom. He paused in the middle of the room and lingered on the dresser drawers that hadn’t been opened in two years. He changed his mind on that momentary idea quickly and hurried into the walk-in-closet instead.

Blythe waited patiently as he took out one of his old pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt and held them out to her. She thanked him sweetly and he let her return to her room to change while he took a shower.

As the warm water flowed over his body, Daniel rinsed the habitual guilt from his conscious. Mari wanted him to be happy. That’s all she ever wanted. He was sure she was up there, wherever she was, cheering him on, but he couldn’t help but overthink everything. Was inviting her to stay too much? For them? For Lennox?

He had to talk to Lennox. Quietly. Just the two of them. Lennox was a sensitive little boy as much as he tried not to show it. It had been a while since Daniel had a good heart-to-heart with him. Was he neglecting his role as father recently?

Daniel’s shower was anything but calming and he almost felt more stressed than relaxed when he stepped out onto the bathmat and dried off. In the reflection of the steamed up mirror, he stared at himself, from the black ink drawn into his skin to the pink tinge to his muscles from the hot water in the shower. Marigold always loved him fresh out of the shower…said he was so warm and soft and cuddle-able. He didn’t have anyone to snuggle into his neck and inhale the soft scented soap anymore but if he stared at himself in that mirror long enough he could almost form her silhouette from the steam. Her touch was engraved in his senses but he could almost feel it fading day by day.

With his towel wrapped around his waist, Daniel reached for a second from the shelf under the vanity but it was empty. Marigold always kept it stocked because she knew how much he liked overloading on towels after a shower. Daniel often forgot that about himself. So he hurried out of the ensuite, bedroom, and into the hallway to grab an extra towel from the linen closet at the top of the stairs. He was just closing the door when there was an, “Oh” from behind it.

Daniel looked up in surprise to be face to face with Blythe, now dressed in his pyjamas, and staring at him in only his towel wide-eyed. Her eyes drifted down his toned chest and abs – she had seen him shirtless plentiful times while he was working around the farm – and lingered at his v-line where his damp towel was sliding down his hips slightly.

“I am…” Daniel tugged the towel higher, shyly stumbling out, “So sorry. I just…needed another towel. It’s habit walking around like this, I…”

“That’s okay.” Blythe chuckled, a blush rising across her cheeks. She slunk past him towards the stairs, “I’ll wait downstairs.”

Daniel watched her rush away, silently admiring her in his clothes and mentally shaming himself for walking around mostly naked with a guest over. He returned to his ensuite to wash the blush off his face with cool water.

When he was dressed and heading out of his room again, he heard shouting from downstairs and hurried to see what the matter was. Lennox was screaming for him loudly and as Daniel entered the living room, Blythe was stood behind the couch with surprise all over her face and Lennox stood in the middle of the rug with his Lego pieces scattered all around him.

“Daddy, she broke our castle!” Lennox shouted, pointing his finger to Blythe angrily. “She broke Mommy’s castle!”

Blythe turned to Daniel and whispered urgently, “I just got down here…I…don’t know…”

“Yeah.” Daniel sighed under his breath in agreement with her.

He walked around the couch to assess the damage of the Lego castle scattered all over the rug. Lennox crossed his arms over his chest like an upset toddler.

Daniel crouched in front of him and pulled his gaze down to him as he uncrossed his arms, he spoke strongly but gently, “Tell me what happened.”

“I came downstairs from getting in pj’s and I saw her break it! On purpose!” Lennox said loudly.

“Hey. We’re going to stop yelling.” Daniel instructed.

Lennox huffed.

“And you’re going to tell me the truth.”

“She broke it.” Lennox repeated quieter, tears brimming in his blue eyes.

“Blythe was upstairs in her room until five seconds ago. How could she break it?”

Caught in his lie, Lennox yanked his hands from Daniel’s and shouted at his face, “That’s not her room!”

“Spud.” Daniel reached for him but the eight-year-old was already running down the hallway and stomping up the stairs. Daniel sighed and held his face in his hands for a moment at the sound of the bedroom door slamming upstairs.

He got up from the floor and turned to Blythe, “I am so sorry about him. He’s…I don’t know what’s going on with him.”

“That’s okay.” Blythe whispered.

“It’s not. It’s really not. I’ll talk to him. It’s just…new people and everything changing.”

“Daniel.” Blythe set her hands on his arms. “I get it, okay? I promise. It kinda sucks but it doesn’t upset me. I know he’s going through a lot and me suddenly being here probably doesn’t help.”

Daniel nodded and leaned his forehead against hers with a soft sigh, “It’s so hard.”

“You’re doing great. I promise. I can see what a good dad you are…anyone can.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“I know. I’m sure he knows too.”

When Daniel had calmed himself down, he headed upstairs to tuck in his upset son. Lennox was sitting on his window seat in his room with his knees curled up to his chest and his face buried behind them. Daniel knocked lightly on the doorframe and when Lennox looked up at him, he looked away just as quickly.

“Spud.” Daniel sighed. “What’s going on with you?”

Lennox let out a sob into his knees, “I miss Mommy!”

Daniel’s breath shuttered in his chest at his son’s heartbroken cries and he closed the door behind him and hurried over to Lennox’s side. “Come here.”

Lennox easily shifted to curl his arms around his father and Daniel pulled him onto his lap and wrapped him up in a tight hug. He hated when Lennox cried but he especially hated when he cried for Marigold. It was the one thing that Daniel couldn’t do anything to help fix. The rain pattered against the window from the dark grey nighttime sky beyond the fields and Daniel held his son close as he cried out his heartbreak.

“Mommy’s always here.” Daniel whispered into his hair as he rocked him back and forth gently. “She’s always shining down on you.”

“My heart hurts, Daddy!” Lennox sobbed.

“Oh, gosh, baby boy, I know.” Daniel sighed and kissed his head, holding him tighter. “Let it hurt, my shining star. Mommy’s gonna make you so strong from that hurt, I promise.”

Lennox cried himself to exhaustion in Daniel’s arms and fell asleep holding the front of his shirt in his fist like he always would as a baby. Daniel took a moment to stare at his sleeping son, admiring the soft features that resembled his late wife and the messy brown hair that was all him. He was the perfect little mixture of them, the proof of their love, and a real living piece of Marigold’s very own soul.

Daniel tucked his son into bed and called quietly for Sidney and the dog came bounding up the stairs to take his usual protective spot at the foot of Lennox’s single bed. Daniel wiped the tears from his son’s cheeks and leaned down to kiss him protectively, wishing and praying he was making the right decisions.

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Soulgaze: Chapter 13

Severability. In the event that any one or more of the provisions contained herein, or the application thereof in any circumstance, is held invalid, illegal or unenforceable, the validity, legality and enforceability of any such provision in every other respect and of the remaining provisions contained herein shall not be affected or impaired thereby.

When Min Jungho tells him he’s going to need to take drastic measures to stay out of Kang Yohan’s awareness, he doesn’t think he means like this.

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Warnings: magic, supernatural elements, demons

Pairings: gahan

Word Count: 3180

It only takes about twenty minutes for K to call everybody to the house, Gaon cleaning up his workstation in a daze. He stacks the contract papers and closes the book, absently patting the cover as a thank-you. It warms under his hand.

“Gaon,” Elijah says, tugging at his sleeve, “what happened? What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”

“Be patient, Elijah, everyone will be here soon and he’ll explain.”

“He’d better.”

“I will,” Gaon manages, shaking himself a little, “I will, it just caught me off guard.”

The front door opens and Yohan’s footsteps echo along the halls, followed by another set. His slightly harried expression eases when he sees the three of them, turning to see Jinjoo walk inside as well.

“Oh pansa, my niece, Elijah.”

“Hello, Elijah,” Jinjoo says, bowing slightly, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“You’re my favorite judge.”

Both Gaon and Yohan let out noises of protest as Jinjoo winks, Elijah wheeling over to talk quietly with her as Yohan shakes his head, turning back toward the two men. His gaze lands on the book.

He turns to look at the basement door, still closed.

“I didn’t mean to,” Gaon murmurs quickly, “I just—I heard something behind the door and it opened and the book was there.”

“Did you get anything from it?”

He nods. “I just…asked.”

There’s a slow private smile growing on Yohan’s face as the front door opens again. Lawyer Ko walks in next, followed by Chief Jo and Soohyun. They look worried.

“Ms. Han is missing,” Chief Jo says, shoulders tense, “no one has seen or heard of her in the past few days.”

“Do you think it could be related?”

“Unclear, but it is possible.”

“Related to what?” Elijah looks around. “What is going on?”

Gaon glances at Yohan. Yohan takes a deep breath and shifts, his Chief Judge persona settling into place over his shoulders. The room stills, focused on him.

“Min Jungho is a demon who has been operating under contract in the Supreme Court.”

“Min Jungho?” Jinjoo covers her hand with her mouth. “For how long?”

“Unclear, but for at least several years.”

Her gaze darts to Gaon and he nods. Anger and sympathy twitch on her face and she clenches her fist.

“Who is the contract with,” Lawyer Ko asks, “what do they want?”

“Jung Sunah,” Elijah spits, “she’s been talking with him over email and text and asking for regular updates.”

“Jung Sunah?” Soohyun looks alarmed. “The Chairwoman of the SRF?”

“Yes, that one.”

“Is that how she became the Chairwoman?” Jinjoo asks.

Gaon shakes his head, reaching for the contract. “She included a clause that rendered him unable to talk about the contract itself, this is his attempt at reconstructing it.”

He takes a deep breath.

“The contract stipulates the formation and collection of Tethered and Marked Souls with the intention of amassing large amounts of aether.”

“‘Aether?’” Lawyer Ko frowns. “What’s that?”

“In this context, it’s the component needed to make the contract itself. The more complex the contract is, the more you need.”

“So she made a contract to get enough power to make another contract,” Jinjoo summarizes, “but what’s the second contract supposed to be?”

“My guess would be that’s the part she made him omit, isn’t it?”

Gaon nods. “But she didn’t make him forget all of it.”

“Why do I have a feeling,” Chief Jo mutters, “that I’m really not going to like where this is going?”

He picks up the paper and reads off: “Once compatibility has been established, the ritual will channel the aether into the formation of the bond. This contract will be terminated on the establishment of sustainable soulgaze.”

K frowns. “Soulgaze? What’s that?”

“If…my sources are to be believed,” Gaon says slowly, “a complete and irrevocable bond between a demon spirit and a human soul.”

The room falls silent. Far away, a car drives along the road.

“She wants to bind herself to a demon? An unbreakable bond?” Chief Jo shakes his head. “What is she thinking?”

“How much power would that give her,” Jinjoo worries, “what would she be able to do?”

“That would depend on the classification of the demon, wouldn’t it?” Lawyer Ko nods to the contract. “If she’s careful enough to include the sustainable caveat, surely it would have to be done with a demon strong enough to sustain it.”

Jinjoo folds her arms. “So which demon is she trying to bond with?”

“Me.”

Jinjoo’s eyes widen as Yohan speaks. “Y-you?”

“It’s not just me,” Gaon whispers victoriously, “it’s not just me.”

“Yes, me,” Yohan says, a shutter falling over his expression, “are you truly so alarmed, Oh pansa? To find out you’ve been working for a demon?”

“What? No,” Jinjoo says, shaking her head, “not at all, it’s just—you’ve made it clear you don’t like her at all. Why would she want to bond with you?”

“That’s why it would require so much aether,” Gaon says quickly, seeing Yohan taken aback by Jinjoo’s lack of reaction upon finding out her boss is a demon, “because the contract would be complicated since both parties don’t agree to it.”

Lawyer Ko frowns. “But then…that would require a huge amount of power. With a demon of your classification—to force you into it and have it be unbreakable?”

“How many souls,” Soohyun whispers, “how many people would she be willing to sacrifice for that?”

“You don’t know her,” Yohan says quietly, “or what she’s willing to do for power.”

“Or you,” Gaon adds, soft enough for it to be only audible to them. Yohan looks up and catches his gaze.

“You can’t just take that many people without someone noticing,” Chief Jo points out, “she can’t be doing this by herself, not to the scale she needs it for. Moving that many people for that kind of purpose…someone would notice.”

“What do you think the Dream House Project is?”

They all turn to look at K. He pulls out the folded list he’d taken.

“A supply list, one Min Jungho copied down. The things listed are medical ingredients, chemicals, and spell components bought in large quantities. Enough to systemize the collection of the aether necessary.”

“They’ve been dragging poor people off the streets,” Chief Jo says in a hollow voice, “under the guise of protection.”

“Protection?” Gaon frowns. “Protection from what?”

“Chairman Park and Chairman Min came to me with a job offer,” Jinjoo explains, “of an emergency court that would take effect due to the outbreak of the virus in the Hyunsan-dong slums. The Foundation has been doing ‘clean-up’ operations there, but if they’re taking them to the Dream Home Project…”

“They’re collecting souls,” Yohan finishes, “and they don’t even know it.”

“She can’t just be doing it by herself, though.” Gaon folds his arms. “We know that the rest of the—“

“Rich and elitist assholes,” Elijah supplies helpfully.

“—yes, them, are involved in the Dream Home Project too,” he says as the room stifles a laugh, “and she’d have to explain to them if she wanted their help too.”

“We’ve known for a while that the Dream House Project is suspicious, there has to be something else.” Lawyer Ko folds his arms. “If we expose the truth of what’s going on, that should be enough to bring all of them down.”

Yohan hums, pacing in front of his desk. “If it really is what we think it is, it’ll be warded. So no demons can figure out what’s going on and aether travel will be impossible.”

“I have a friend who works as a doctor,” Soohyun says suddenly, “she recently started working there. I haven’t heard from her in a month. I can try and reach out—“

“Don’t,” K says quickly, “if you do that, they’ll suspect something.”

“We can try and get some people to let us in,” Lawyer Ko says, “but that place is a suicide mission. Once you get in, there’s no way out.”

They lapse into silence. It’s the best lead they have, the theory is terrifying enough to make this is a necessity, but they’re at a standstill. They can’t move further without addressing the looming issue of not being able to get out once they get in.

Eventually, Yohan breaks the silence.

“Keep looking for Ms. Han and monitor who else is going missing,” he says to Chief Jo and Soohyun. “Lawyer Ko, reach out to the contacts. Some information is better than none.”

“Understood.”

“Oh pansa, you accepted the job offer, yes?”

“Yes, bujangnim.”

“Good. Stick close to them, listen to what they’re saying and what they want you to believe.” He turns to K. “And keep tracking down the suppliers. We might be able to find out who else is using them.”

The room clears, Elijah waving goodbye to Jinjoo and Soohyun as they go. When it’s just the three of them left, she turns to Yohan.

“You won’t let her bind you, will you?”

He tilts his head. “Are you worried about me?”

Elijah scowls. Her hands tense on her wheels. Her jaw wobbles.

“We won’t,” Gaon says softly, “you should go to your room, now. Good job.”

She shoots one last glance at Yohan as she rolls away. They catch sight of her worried expression as the elevator closes.

“She cares about you,” Gaon says softly as Yohan’s eyes linger on her closed door, “let her.”

He hums. “Between the two of you, I’ll be worried about forever.”

“Yes.”

Yohan huffs, glancing down at the contract before sobering. “Jung Sunah will not be willing to give up this fight. And if she’s been amassing souls for this long, she’ll have plans in place if someone tries to ruin it.”

“I know.”

He glances up. “Even if Lawyer Ko can get us that information, that still leaves us the problem of sending someone in.”

“Why is it a problem?”

Yohan gives him a look. “Do you have a self-sacrificial idiot who’d be willing to walk into such odds like that in mind?”

“Of course.”

“Oh? And who is this idiot?”

Gaon smiles. “Me.”

Yohan stares at him like he’s grown another head. “Have you lost your mind?”

“It makes sense,” Gaon says, “I can go in and get footage of what’s going on in there, then we can release it during another press conference, and they—“

“Stop.”

A shudder runs through him and his throat tightens. Yohan stares at him with burning intensity. The temperature of the room suddenly cools.

“Listen to me very carefully.” He takes a step closer. “You are not going into the Dream House Project. You will stop thinking about this, do you understand?”

Gaon swallows. “We need to get something, otherwise—“

“You will not,” Yohan interrupts, still coming closer, “do this, Kim Gaon.”

“You’ll do very well at this, Kim Gaon.”

Gaon flinches at the memory of Min Jungho’s voice. “Bu—“

“What do you think this is,” Yohan interrupts, grabbing Gaon by the front of his sweater, “a game? That you’ll be safe if you just keep your head down? Do you understand how dangerous this is?”

“Bujangnim—“

“Do you have any idea what could be back there?” The voice rings in Gaon’s ears. “Do you know how much they could hurt you?”

His grip tightens and—

“Are you so eager to be a sacrifice that you’ll walk into it with your arms out?”

“Professor, stop!”

He’s let go abruptly and he stumbles, clutching his hands over his chest and gasping. He closes his eyes tightly and takes a deep breath.

It’s not him. It’s not him. It’s not him.

Slowly, he shakes the illusion of weights free from his limbs and stands up, nervously adjusting his shirt. He looks over to see Yohan watching him, a few paces away.

There’s an inscrutable expression on his face and something almost like guilt weighing on his shoulders. When he sees Gaon looking, he turns away. His jaw clenches.

“If you reacted like that to just me,” he mutters, “you can’t go. You’ll be too fragile.”

Gaon watches him for a moment. Takes in the hunch of his shoulders, the slight bow of his head, the way his hands clench at his sides. The way he’s standing far away, out of reach, already turned as if to forestall the rejection before it comes.

Slowly, he crosses the room and stands behind him. “Bujangnim,” he says softly.

Yohan doesn’t move.

“I know it’s you,” he continues, reaching out and carefully covering Yohan’s hand with his, slow enough that Yohan can pull away if he wants to, “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

The hand under his twitches but doesn’t pull away.

“I know you’re worried.” He reaches for the other hand, sliding his fingers over his knuckles. “Even if you won’t say it.”

Yohan tenses when he steps closer but doesn’t turn.

“I know you don’t want me to go, and I…I don’t really want to go either, I know I could get hurt.” He gives his hands a squeeze. “I know I could be killed.”

He glances up. Yohan still hasn’t moved, toward him or away from him. He takes a breath and pushes closer, resting his forehead against the base of Yohan’s neck.

“But if I don’t do this, Jung Sunah will trap you in an unbreakable bond for the rest of your life.”

He squeezes his eyes shut.

“She’ll hurt you,” he mumbles, “I know she will, she—she doesn’t want you, she wants your power, your—everything about you that doesn’t make you you, she wants, and she’ll do worse than kill you to get it.”

He takes another shuddering breath.

“I can’t watch that. Don’t make me watch that.”

He feels more than hears Yohan’s sharp intake of breath.

“You’re worried,” he says around the lump in his throat, “but so am I. I know you always say I’ll find something new to worry about but…”

He swallows.

“It’s you. I’m always worried about you.”

Yohan’s suit is rough under his forehead, his hands warm and dry under his fingers. Even with just the three points of contact between them, they stand, completely still, caught in each other’s grasp.

The clock in the hallway ticks.

“I can’t protect you in there,” Yohan rasps after a long silence, “the wards they have, I…I won’t be able to sense you. You’ll be on your own.”

“So will anyone else we send in there.”

“But they’re not you,” he bites out.

“You’re right,” Gaon says, “they’re not me. They don’t have the information I’m going with. They don’t know what to look for. They don’t know what to expect any more than I do.”

“Gaon—“

“They don’t have a connection to Min Jungho,” Gaon continues, “they don’t know the dangers of it like I do. They don’t have the excuse that they’re supposed to be there, since I was supposed to be involved in this anyway.”

Yohan falters.

“…and they don’t have you worrying,” he adds softly, “about them the way I do.”

A pause, then Yohan huffs. “Since when did you get so good at arguing?”

Well, that’s an easy one. He lets his forehead fall back against Yohan. “Since you.”

Another pause, then Yohan pulls away. Gaon lets him, watching as Yohan turns, eyes taking in his face. Slowly, he reaches up to lift Gaon’s chin.

“How do you do that,” he murmurs, thumb sweeping lightly over his cheek, “with your eyes?”

Gaon waits.

Yohan looks at him a moment longer, then sighs. “I’m not going to win this, am I?”

“Please, Yohan?”

“No,” he mutters, “no, I’m not. Alright.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, damn you,” Yohan says, dropping his hand, “yes, alright.”

“Thank you.”

He laughs humorlessly. “Don’t thank me, I’m sending you to your death.”

“I won’t die,” Gaon promises, reaching out and taking his hand again, “I’ll come back.”

Yohan looks at him, then at the hand holding his. He lifts them up, looking at them in the fading light. “How cruel of you, baby deer, to give a demon hope.”

———

“We’ve got an in,” Lawyer Ko says, “but it’s dangerous. There’s no guarantee that whoever goes in will be able to get out. We can’t afford to have them wait or they’ll be stopped.”

“I’ll figure something out.”

He stops, looking at Gaon with a shocked expression. “You? What do you mean, you’ll figure something out?”

“I’m the one going in.”

“Absolutely not,” Jinjoo shrieks, “what are you thinking?”

“Min Jungho set me up to be part of this from the start,” Gaon argues, “I’m the only one of you who might be able to slip in even if they recognize me. And I know what I’m looking for.”

Lawyer Ko glances at Yohan who nods. “…Kim pansa, they won’t be able to get you far. You’ll have to do most of the work yourself.”

“I understand.”

He looks at him hard for a few more seconds before sighing. “Alright. Then we’d better get ready.”

He’s to be given a small camera, easily concealed under clothing with a microphone and long battery life. They go over the plan until Gaon can recite it from memory and even then, he keeps going over it.

The night before, he cooks for Elijah and Yohan and they tell him that it’s his turn to choose. They sit down and there aren’t any jokes about it not tasting good or Yohan not being able to taste. Elijah demands he come sit with her for a while so they can read together and she tells him he’d better come back to finish the book.

Yohan’s waiting for him when he leaves her room.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says as they walk to Gaon’s room, “there’s still time for you to change your mind if you want. We can figure something else out.”

“I’m sure.” He reaches out and lets Yohan cup the nape of his neck, pulling him close. “I’ll come back.”

“You’d better.”

They stand there for a little longer, then Gaon’s door closes behind him and a blue-white rune glows into place.

Gaon takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

Then he pulls out his phone and calls Soohyun.

———

The truck drives up to the chainlink fence with a sign that reads Dream Home Project, Social Responsibility Foundation. The driver holds up a security pass and the gate slides open.

The workers drive into one of the loading docks, parking near one of the side doors. A few cardboard boxes sit, waiting to be transported upstairs. They open the back of the truck and set a box on a dolly, wheeling it down to the door. They pick up the box and set it down. They put the dolly back in the truck and drive away.

The box is taken inside and set in a corner. The people who set it down push through a plastic sheet and leave, the room quiet.

A bottle clinks against a camera and the box opens.

[key201303]

Park Serim

Word count: 3180 words

Warnings: Brief mentions of a psycho boyfriend.

Plot: You never expected to bump into a werewolf the day you escaped your psycho boyfriend but here you were, staying with a herd of werewolves after one of them saved you.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, werewolf AU.

Pairing: Werewolf!Serim x Human!FemReader

Top of the chain series

Taglist -> @eunsangelical @forevrglow​ @lovelygalaxy333​

Run. That was the only word you could keep repeating in your head as you ran through the forest. A few minutes ago, you found yourself locked inside a car with your jealous boyfriend trying to get rid of his embrace. He started off softly but as you moved more to get rid of him, he tightened his embrace more and more to the point that it started to hurt. Even though you told him he was hurting you, he never seemed to stop his actions. Your friends told you plenty of times he always seemed to be a bit psycho when it came to your relationship but you never admitted until today. After getting out of the car and rolling down an embankment, you kept running into the density of a dark forest. Only your footsteps and your boyfriend’s footsteps as he chased you could be heard in the silence of the forest, only the moonlight illuminating your path.

Your eyes were teary and your heart was drumming like crazy inside your ribcage. You could feel the fear and adrenaline running through your veins praying that he wouldn’t reach you. Only God knew what could have happened if he got you. You were all alone in a forest and if he got out that psycho side he had and did something to you, you wouldn’t be able to get any kind of help. That was the detail that had you more scared about the whole situation. 

Suddenly you spotted a wolf in your way which made you stop running. Your brain was working at a blinding speed trying to find another way of escaping your boyfriend.  The wolf made eye contact with you and started to approach you the moment he noticed the fear in your eyes. Instead of taking it as a helping sign, you thought he was trying to attack you so you unconsciously started to back off until your back hit your boyfriend’s chest. The moment you turned around and faced him you could see the dirtiest and most terrifying smirk on his face. “You will never be able to escape me sweetheart.” He said, pushing you and making you fall into the floor. The moment he did so and started to walk towards you with a challenging figure, the wolf walked in front of you blocking your boyfriend’s way. You don’t know why he did that but you had to admit you owed him your life. Little did you know he wasn’t a normal wolf.

The wolf started to look intimidating and started to get closer to your boyfriend scaring the shit out of him. With a simple howl the wolf completed his mission of scaring the boy and making him run away from you. You were still sitting on the floor not really understanding what was going on. You got even more confused the moment you saw him turning into a human figure. The wolf that just saved you was now a handsome young boy. He seemed to be of your same age, had perfect black hair and his white skin gleamed under the dim moonlight making you dizzy because of his beauty. 

He turned around to face you and extended his hand waiting for you to take it and help you stand up. The moment his hand was in front of you, you flinched and backed off even more, scared of him. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” He said with a soft voice. His voice was hypnotizing and as sweet as honey. “My name is Serim. I just want to help you.” He said walking a bit closer to you trying his best to calm you down. His soothing voice and warm smile somehow made you feel more relaxed and you finally gave in and took his hand. His hand was soft and it felt like you were touching a soft sweater of cotton. “What are you?” You asked confused, still holding his hand. “We are werewolves, and he shouldn’t be talking with a human like you.” You heard from behind you. A blond haired boy appeared behind you walking towards the black haired boy. “What are you doing here?” Serim asked him, letting go of your hand. “What do you think? You were getting too long to come back and now I know what was the reason for your delay.” The blond haired boy said looking at you. “Who is she?” He asked in a cold tone. “She was running away from a man that tried to kill her, I was just helping her.” Serim answered looking at you as well and giving you a soft reassuring smile. “Okay, she’s safe now. Let’s go home. Have a good night lady.” The blond haired boy said walking back to where you supposed they lived. “Allen wait.” Serim said, making the blond haired boy stop. “Do you want to come with us? It is late and it is dangerous for you to go on your own.” Serim suggested turning back to you. You were speechless. Staying in the house of an unknown boy in the middle of the forest after the little experience you just had with your boyfriend wasn’t a good idea for you. Before you could deny his offer even though you wanted to stay so you could feel safe, Allen spoke up. “Have you gone crazy? Serim she’s a human.” Allen said walking back towards Serim. “And? Allen if she goes back home now all alone that boy will come to her and kill her.” Serim answered making you feel even more scared. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. Your boyfriend knew where you lived and had your front door keys and he could enter whenever he wanted. Little by little, listening to their argument, you started to hope that Allen gave in and that you could stay with them. After all, that boy named Serim saved you from your boyfriend so there wasn’t an apparent problem with staying by his side for the night. 

“Why do you even care about her?” Allen said. Serim remained silent. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know why he wanted to protect you. He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him but for some reason he had the urge of protecting you. But that was something he couldn’t say out loud, not only because of Allen’s reaction but because you were hearing all the conversation. Even though Serim remained silent, Allen could perfectly read his mind and finally accepted you to stay with them for the night. Thanking them for letting you stay was the last thing you said before arriving at their little house. 

The way until their house was silent. Allen leading the way and you could feel Serim’s stare on you from time to time which made you blush. You didn’t even know why that detail made you blush. Maybe it was because of his charming features. Maybe it was because he made you a Believer.

Once you arrived at their little house you couldn’t resist smiling at it. It was a cute small wood house in the middle of the forest. It seemed to be out of a fairytale. Allen opened the door wide open so you could enter and as soon as you went into the living room, you spotted 7 other boys chatting inside the house. At first, you thought it would be only Serim, Allen and you so when you saw the 7 other boys you were surprised. “We’re more than you expected, sorry.” Serim said giggling nervously and rubbing the back of his neck. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you walked towards the couch with Serim’s hand on your waist leading you to where everyone was. “Guys, welcome our new guest.” He said looking at the rest of the boys. “Who is she? She’s not a wolf.” A brown haired boy said. “She’s a human.” Allen said rolling his eyes and lying on the couch with the rest of his friends. “You brought a human?” A black haired boy asked. “Guys please, don’t act like this okay? She’s good.” Serim defended you. Why were they so offended about your human presence? “Don’t mind their comments, they’re just not used to being around humans.” Serim apologized trying to excuse his friends. “They are Jungmo, Woobin, Wonjin, Minhee, Hyeongjun, Taeyoung and Seongmin.” Serim said pointing at them as he said their names so you could learn them. You noticed the brown haired boy that talked before was Woobin and the black haired boy that talked as well was Minhee. You tried your best to memorize their names and faces so you wouldn’t call them wrongly. “Guys, this is…” Serim was about to introduce you when he noticed he didn’t know your name yet. “Tsk, he doesn’t even know her name. This is ridiculous.” Allen said under his breath. “I’m (Y/N).” You shyly said. You knew they didn’t accept you and that made you feel extremely uncomfortable. “That’s a beautiful name.” Serim said smiling at you making all his friends roll their eyes. 

The atmosphere became heavier and more tense the moment the room was filled with silence. All eyes on you, analyzing all your features and you not really knowing what to do or say. “You should change your clothes into something more comfortable, wait, let me get some of my clothes.” Serim said breaking the silence and leaving you alone with the rest of the boys. “For how long will you stay?” Seongmin asked. “She’ll leave tomorrow morning.” Allen answered for you. All you could do was avoid everyone’s gaze while waiting for Serim. “Here, you can change in the bathroom over there.” Serim said, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a sweater and pointed in the bathroom’s direction. You muttered a silent ‘thank you’ and headed to the bathroom feeling everyone’s eyes glued on you as you walked out of the living room.

“What’s wrong with all of you?!” Serim said as soon as he heard you closing the bathroom door. “We should be the ones asking that.” Jungmo said. They couldn’t believe their eldest friend had brought a human to their house. “I thought we didn’t accept humans in this household.” Wonjin added. “Guys she’s a good human, she won’t hurt us.” Serim said defending you. “How can you be so sure she’s not a hunter? You didn’t even know her name when you arrived.” Hyeongjun said, crossing his arms. “Because she’s not a believer.” Serim said, making everyone calm down a bit. He was right. You never believed in fantasy characters such as werewolves and you only started to believe when you saw them change into human and wolf form right in front of your eyes, breaking all your mental schemes about how life worked. A whole new world opened in front of your eyes the moment you accepted to stay for the night with them. “I want to make her a Believer.” Serim stated. “Guys it’s the first time I feel this feeling. It must mean something.” Serim said begging to his friends to accept you. “What if she’s the only one being able to make us believe humans are not that bad?” Taeyoung said. Taeyoung has always been such an amazing Believer and that made Serim extremely happy. Having one of them convinced about the goodness you harbored in your heart was the only thing he needed to convince the rest of his friends. “Why are you all worrying so much about this though? Tomorrow morning she will leave and we will never see her again.” Allen said standing up from the couch. “I was planning to ask her to stay.” Serim said, making Allen stop. “It is too dangerous for her to go alone. Please, just trust me and let her stay for some days.” Serim begged. “Are you falling in love?” Jungmo asked. Serim was speechless. When a werewolf fell in love with someone all he wanted to do was protect that someone with everything they had and a strong aura surrounded them. That aura was crealy visible for Jungmo. “Maybe I am.” Serim answered. “I just want her to be safe.” He muttered. 

After some more time discussing whether to let you stay more or not, they ended up giving in and decided to give you an opportunity to prove them not all humans were the same. You got out of the bathroom and went back to the living room where the atmosphere was a bit more chill than before. Serim told you to follow him to the little room where you could stay during the night. Once you arrived he opened the door for you. “This is my room, you can stay here, I’ll sleep in the living room.” He said. “I can sleep on the couch, you don’t have to.” You said a bit worried about him sleeping on a couch. “It’s okay, you’re the guest and you deserve to sleep in a comfortable bed.” He said sitting on the edge of his bed and patting the seat next to him waiting for you to sit.

“I’m sorry about the attitude towards you from the boys… They’re not used to treating humans.” He said once you sat next to him. “We had to go through a lot because of humans and they don’t trust them that well.” He explained. Now that you knew the reason why they acted so cold around you, everything started to make more sense. “Can I ask who that boy was and why he was chasing you like that?” He asked full of curiosity. You didn’t know at what point you became so comfortable around him to talk to him about your private life but there was something about him that made you feel safe. “He is my boyfriend… He has always been a jealous person and my friends always warned me about his dangerous actions when he got mad but I never wanted to admit it. I guess I was blinded because of love.” You said looking down. “You deserve something better. You know? I’m not familiar with the sight of me being with somebody like you but I’m starting to like it.” He said smiling at you. Suddenly, not really knowing why, your cheeks started to blush once again and a new feeling towards him appeared on you. You started to feel butterflies blooming on your stomach because of his sweet words. What was wrong with you? You just met him but, were you falling in love? “I should go now and let you rest, you might be tired.” He said standing up from his spot beside you. “Oh, and I’ve been talking with the boys and we all agree that maybe you should stay some days. It can be dangerous if you stay alone at your house. Take your time to think about the offer. Good night.” He said smiling down at you before closing the door and leaving you alone in the room. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea staying with them.

In the other part of the house, Serim was laying on the couch with a soft blanket over his body, looking at the ceiling lost in his own world. He couldn’t help thinking over and over again what his superiors always told him about the humans.

Flashback

“Never get any kind of relationship with humans.” Shownu said. “Why not?” Serim asked confused, not really knowing why they shouldn’t get close to humans. “They take everything you love and destroy it.” Shownu said, his eyes getting teary at the memory of his past life. Serim was too scared to ask what happened back then to one of his alphas so he just nodded and remained silent. These 9 kids grew up knowing they should never get close to humans.

END OF FLASHBACK.

What will Shownu think if he saw I saved a human and I’m falling in love with her…? Serim asked himself feeling a bit disappointed at his own self for not keeping the promise he made with the alphas a few years ago. With a battle going on inside his mind, he started to doze off and fell asleep after some more minutes.

Next morning as soon as you woke up and greeted them in the kitchen, you accepted Serim’s offer of staying with them for some days. You were too scared to go back home and find yourself all alone knowing your boyfriend could surprise you at any time. And with you accepting their offer and staying with them you started a new life.

Time passed by and what was supposed to be a week, turned into two and three weeks. Those weeks turned into months and those months turned into a year. You had to face some difficult moments like being accepted by the alphas but after hearing how Serim explained them about him making you a Believer, they immediately accepted you. You never understood what he meant but at least they let you stay.

The friendship with the rest of the boys grew bigger and what started being a tense and awkward relationship ended up being a beautiful and warm friendship. With Serim things got more and more heated up as days went by. Both of you noticing the sexual attraction between you both but not being confident enough to confess your feelings to each other. The further you got was flirting with each other from time to time. 

You were sitting on the edge of a tree root as you watched the little bonfire you guys created a few hours ago for having dinner. You never knew you would enjoy having dinner in the middle of the forest until you met them. Suddenly you felt Serim’s presence sitting next to you. “We made a good bonfire.” He admired the fire in front of you. You just giggled and nodded proudly at his comment. “(Y/N) there’s something I want to tell you…” He said turning to face you. The moment his words reached your ears you got nervous. He never talked to you in that way and the flirty jokes were pretty far from what he was about to say. “After all this time I’ve noticed we both have feelings towards each other. I was scared at first, trust me. This feeling hits me like a rain shower everytime you’re around and I have no idea how to control it. I wish I knew how to but I can’t. Now that I know you I just wish you could rewind time in my life again and fill it with you. I was trying to make you a Believer and in the end you were the one making me believe in you. You make me a believer. You broke all the schemes we had about humans and all I can know now is that I love you. I just wanna tell you I believe in you and I love you…

Will you stay with me forever?” Yes No

[nomi--sunrider]

The Opposite of Hate

Chapter 47: Matters of the Heart I

Pairing: Michael Burnham/Philippa Georgiou

Word Count: 3180

[simsadventures]

After All: Chapter 11: I’m Good, We’re Good

Summary:Your friendships with Bucky grows every single day, and you couldn’t be happier about it. Even in the bad times. 

Warnings: fluffity fluff, probably some swearing, you know me, nightmares, mentions of PTSD, little angst I guess

Word Count: 3180

A/N: I just wanted to do a friendly episode, full of fluff and sunshine, ‘cause I feel like we all deserve it after the emotional rollercoaster. And then the beginning happened. Well…  What did you guys think? Let me know xx

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It’s been a month since Bucky surprised you with the sweet little picnic date outside the compound, and things were getting better and better. You and Bucky started spending more and more time together, to the point where even your colleagues in the lab were beginning to question you about the relationship you two had.

At first, it was fairly easy to tell them off, swearing that it was just a very good friendship, but lately, you weren’t so sure anymore. There was still nothing romantic or sexual going on between the two of you, but the need to deepen the relationship was a constant presence lately.

You still wanted to give yourself a little more time to heal and to see Bucky in a light that you’ve never seen him. Not only was he funny (you already knew that), but he was so gorgeously sweet and kind that it took your breath away sometimes. It was in little things that you saw just how good of a person he really was, no matter what he thought of himself.

Your sleepovers were getting more frequent, and it was getting quite usual that Bucky slept at your place even on workdays, having to run to his own room in the morning to at least change the clothes, so that the team wouldn’t give him too much hell. It still didn’t work, thanks to the cameras installed across the whole compound. Tony found out that Bucky was sneaking out of your room one morning and showed the footage to the entire team. Bucky was blushing so hard he thought his face would catch on fire. There were knowing smirks on all of the faces in front of him, and it was quite useless to try and tell them that it’s not what it looks like. Bucky wished it was, but he didn’t want to push you.

Sam and Steve would make fun of him for days, making smooching noises whenever Bucky was in a hearing distance. They were genuinely acting like two five-year-olds. They even tried it once in front of you, but the cold stare you gave them was one to haunt their dreams, so they shut up quickly and scattered away. You didn’t mind, though. Let people think what they want, as long as you and Bucky know your truth.

You were glad that Bucky spent his nights with you, because a) you were selfish and you just slept better with him cuddling you and b) you knew it was good for him as well. It was something Bucky didn’t talk about often, but you knew that nightmares still haunted him. Back from the time of war, from the first time, HYDRA abducted him and did some experiments on him, but mostly from the time, he would like to erase from his life. The Winter Soldier times. You knew it was a difficult and painful topic for him, so you usually didn’t open it up, unless it directly involved you.

Like the one night. Bucky was comfortably snuggled against your back, his right arm comfortably hanging on your hip. You were deep in your sleep when suddenly a movement startled you awake. You looked around the room, trying to figure out what century it was. When you finally understood that you were home, you looked at the nightstand where your alarm clock was standing and read that it was only 2:28 AM. You couldn’t understand why you’d wake in this unholy hour when you felt your hip being squeezed to the point where it actually hurt.

You look at Bucky to see what was going on and understood immediately. He was still laying on his side, his arm still around you, but this time it was tightly wounded around you, his metal hand opening and closing behind his head. You looked into his face, and although he was still asleep, his face was contorted in a pained expression. His breathing was heavy, filling the silent room with anxiety. You could see that he was having a nightmare, but you had no idea how to wake him up gently. You were well aware of the dangers that might await you, but you couldn’t watch him suffer so.

You ran your fingers across his face, caressing his cheek and jaw, and going back up to his temple. “It’s ok, Bucky. I’m here, we’re at the compound together. You can wake up, Buck. You’re safe.” And all that, just to ensure he wasn’t startled. Well, safe to say you didn’t succeed.  

You didn’t know what woke him exactly, but in one swift movement, you were pushed on your back, your hands pinned above your head, and his metal arm snaking around your neck. Your eyes almost fell out of the sockets, that’s how much pressure he used. You tried not to panic and think. His eyes were open, but you would bet he wasn’t seeing you in front of him. In his mind, you were one of his missions, and you were posing as a threat to his disoriented brain.

You took as deep of a breath as you could, smiled warmly and let your body go lax, letting Bucky know that you were no threat to him. “It’s me, Bucky. Y/N. You know me, baby. Try and wake up and see me. I don’t want to hurt you, I would never hurt you. I care about you, Bucky, just as much as you care about me. Please, baby, wake up.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, both from the stress and the obstacle of a metal arm closing your throat. He blinked a few times as if the mist in front of his eyes was clearing, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he jumped off of you.

He was now panting heavily, his whole body shaking. You coughed a little, trying to regain your normal breathing. You touched your neck and knew that it would bruise in the morning based on how much it hurt. But you put that all aside and crawled towards Bucky, whose eyes were on the sheets now, his arms hugging his body.

You touched his cheek, and he flinched, which made you flinch as well. You weren’t scared of him, but you weren’t sure if he was really awake and if he would listen to you. His eyes saddened even more if it was possible. He made himself believe that you were afraid of him, and he couldn’t believe what he just did.

“I’m dangerous, doll. I’ m-I’m sorry that I put you through that, I won’t ever-“

“Shhh,” you said and despite his protests cradled his face in your arms, and pull him softly towards you, so that your foreheads were touching. He was still breathing as if he ran a marathon, and despite not being enhanced, you could hear his heart beating like a crazy from where you were sitting. “Watch my breath and try and match it, Bucky. Easy. In, out, in, out,-“he didn’t fight you on it and just did what he was told. You breathed with him until you were 100% sure his heart wouldn’t burst out.

But even then, you didn’t let go. His eyes were closed, and his body was still slightly shaking, but you could see that he was getting it all under control. “I’m so sorry, doll. I never meant to hurt you, but I just-“Tears were welling up in your eyes, seeing this strong soldier, this hero so vulnerable in your arms was breaking your heart. You needed to make sure he knew he was safe in your arms and always would be.

“You didn’t hurt me, Bucky. But if you wanna talk about it, I’m here, you know that, right?” He huffed out and dared to pull away a little to check on your neck in the dark room only illuminated by the light of the moon. “Your neck is bruised already, how the hell can you say that I didn’t hurt you?” His sadness and regret were now transforming into anger directed at himself. You quickly grabbed his hand, so that he didn’t have stupid ideas like running away from you.

“It might be bruised, but you know me, I slap my thigh a little harder, and it bruises, it’s no big deal. And before you say anything, it really isn’t. You listened to my voice, and you woke up, so stop blaming yourself for something that you can’t really control.”

He buried his face in your neck and breathed. You let your fingers play with his hair and scratch his scalp because you knew it always calmed him down. “I thought I was back in Russia. I saw the face of one of my trainers, and I just couldn’t hold myself.”

“Was it a memory or wishful thinking?”

“Memory. He was the one putting my body through most of the shit, he would whip me to obedience, that’s why I have some of those little scars on my back. But because I heal so quickly, most of them were gone before our next training. When I got the chance, I killed him. I’m not proud of it, but-“

“Shhh, it’s ok. He hurt you, baby, he deserved to die, and he is lucky you got to him first, ’cause I’d take much longer before I’d sent him to hell.” Bucky chuckled lightly, and you knew that the worst was over. He hugged you tighter, revelling in the feeling of your body against his.

“Don’t you wanna go and have the neck checked? Just in case. I wouldn’t want you to have some permanent damage because of me.” You had to smile at him.

“I’m fine, really, scout’s honour! I’m good, we’re good, you hear me?”

You searched your face, looking for any sign of fear or anxiety created by the closeness between the two of you. “I’m not scared of you, Bucky. Not in this sense. Am I scared you’ll break my heart? Hell yeah. But I know you would never hurt me intentionally. You ain’t getting rid of me that easily.”

He nodded, deep in his thoughts. You kissed his cheek and smiled at him. “It’s still pretty early, or very very late, depends. So how about we steal a few more hours of sleep before we have to face the world?”

—-

You and Bucky slept till 10, and because it was Sunday morning, nobody really gave a shit. You woke up sooner than him, your bladder screaming to be relieved, and when you were washing your hands, your eyes inevitably fell to your neck.

It wasn’t a pretty sight, and you knew that Bucky would be kicking himself for this for weeks. You knew you had to cover it up somehow, and a turtle neck wasn’t an option in 80F. You tried to put some make-up on it, but nothing really worked, and you dreaded the moment Bucky woke up.

You could hear him groaning even before you saw his sleepy eyes and rustled hair. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty. You gotta get up if we want to go out with the other around noon.” You reminded him and looked as if he had to think about what it was that you so desperately wanted to see. And then he remembered and grinned. An amusement park. The team never really had a chance to do anything fun, so an amusement park was a good way to unwind a little.

Bucky smiled at you, but then he caught a glimpse of your neck, and his smile fell. He jumped out of bed, and despite the protests you were voicing quite loudly, he wouldn’t let you get rid of him. He inspected, and you could see the regretful look sneaking back to his beautiful face.

“Stop doing this to yourself, Bucky. I’m fine, really, and I’m gonna wear a scarf or something so that you don’t have to stare at it the whole afternoon.”

“I just hate the fact that it was me who did this to you! I mean, if you showed me your neck, and told me that some motherfucker did this to you, I’d kill him, but like this? I just- I don’t know how to express you my regret about last night. It won’t ever happen again.”

What won’t happen again? You having a PTSD, or you sleeping in my bed? And if I were you, I’d think about your answer for a bit. Because I know about your nightmares and we can make it out together, but if you aren’t ever next to me, then I can’t help you.”

You just wanted Bucky to realise that you didn’t care. Sure, you were scared at the moment, but you knew you could get him out of it, and if not by yourself, that therapy would do the trick.

He unexpectedly hugged you, resting his head on top of yours, caressing the back of your head. “If you think that we can get through it together, then I’m all in, doll. I just hate seeing you in any kind of pain. And I hurt you too much already.”

You shushed him. “I don’t wanna hear any more of this, ok? Let’s enjoy the afternoon, please. You can redeem yourself by winning some flower or a plush toy, think you can do that, Sergeant?”

“You bet your cute ass I can. I’ll win every damn thing there is!

—-

Bucky stayed true to his words, because, naturally, he excelled on all the shooting ranges, so not only did he win multiple roses for you, he also won the ultimate prize of the day, and you were now dragging an almost 6 feel tall bear behind you. The team was so carefree, and you loved the change of environment and could see that it suited them really well.

People raised their eyebrows because of your scar, but nobody dared to ask you. They all probably thought you just had a big-ass hickey that you tried to cover. And you were ok with that. You just wanted Bucky to forget about the night, enjoy the afternoon with his friends and not care about his past for a second.

He, Steve and Sam were currently on a gigantic pendulum ride, which your stomach hated even from the ground. You were sure that if you were to step on that thing, you’d actually die there. Bruce and Tony were on a Pirate Ship, just like the two kids they were. The rest of the team was scattered around the park, and you were patiently waiting on Bucky. You could see that neither of them was that preoccupied with the ride, and they were just chatting.

You rolled your eyes at them. Damn superheroes, they can’t even have fun properly! You thought and laughed to yourself a little. As you were watching the ride, you could see from the corner of your eye, that a guy stood next to you, and that he was trying to be as invisible as he could while he checked you out.

He probably liked what he saw, because out of nowhere, he put a hand in front of your face and waved. It startled you a little, but you smiled at him politely and then diverted your eyes back to the ride. You could see that it was in the last section of its swinging time and that the boys would be getting off any time.

The body probably didn’t get the message, because now he was talking. “Hey, pretty girl. You here alone?” You smiled politely again and shook your head. “Nope, I’m here with my friends actually.”

He was now standing really close to you, and all you wanted to do was roll your eyes at him and make him leave. “Don’t you wanna have the ride of your life?” You frowned a little and gave him a confused look. “Excuse me? No, I don’t think I want that.”

“Haha! I mean, if you don’t want to go on some ride with me, sweetheart?”

You smiled again, but this time even this thick-skulled idiot had to see how forced it was. “No, thank you. I’m waiting for my friends, and we’re about to go on a ride together.” It was only when he touched the small of your back that you scrunched your face and pushed him away. What you didn’t see, was Bucky and his angry face coming your way.

“What’s the problem here? You ok, doll?” Bucky asked worriedly and turned to face the guy, standing between you and the douchebag.

“We’re good, Buck. Let’s go. Some guys just don’t understand that no means no.”

The guy probably knew who Bucky was, and even if he didn’t, Bucky’s posture was intimidating enough, even without prior knowledge. It was when the guy looked over his shoulder and saw Captain American and Falcon standing there, that he understood that he really chose a bad girl to try and push into something. He squeaked his apology and ran away.

“You sure you’re good, Y/N? I could’ve kicked his ass for you.”

“Imma kick your ass if you don’t go to that merry-go-round as you promised!” He chuckled, completely relaxed now that you were in his arms again, and led you to the ride.

“The view’s beautiful, don’t you think?” You gushed, looking at the outlines of New York in front of you. “Yeah, never seen anything prettier,” Bucky whispered right into your ear. When you looked at him, he was staring at you already.

“You’re being cheesy, old man! But thank you.”

“I can’t help, the cheesiness comes out whenever I’m around you. And there’s plenty where that came from.”

You laughed and pecked his cheek. “I think we should have a night full of cheesy one-liners, trying to out-do each other.”

Bucky hugged you tighter and laughed with you. “Oh, you’re on, doll! By the way, can we talk about what you called me when we first woke up today?”

Oh, snap! So he noticed, you thought. You tried to play dumb, even though you knew it was a battle already lost.

“What do you mean, like when I called you Buck? I do that all the time, your memory is leaving this world!”

“Haha, yeah, really funny, smartass. You know exactly what I’m talking about! You called me baby, over and over again.” He was smirking at you stupidly, and you just wanted to slap it away or kiss it away… You weren’t quite sure yet.

“If it bothers you so much, m’Lord, it won’t happen again.” This little commented resulted in Bucky pinching your side, and you smacking his chest.

“I loved it, I could definitely get used to it.” He whispered, his voice suddenly much lower than before.

“We’ll see about that… baby.” You winked at him and got out of the cart because the ride was over. “Wait you, little minx, you just wait!” Bucky yelled and ran to your side.

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