#and also notice how it's jack who initiates the kiss as well
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Torchwood S1E13, End of Days
or, when your boss/the love of your life comes back from the dead when you thought you'd lost him for good this time and you try to shake his hand
#torchwood#janto#jack harkness#ianto jones#also the way ianto MELTS into that hug#bc he has missed jack so much and was so afraid that he was gone#and YET he thinks that little of his place in jack's life#that he honest to god tries to shake his hand...#and also notice how it's jack who initiates the kiss as well#also Jack saying so many things he cant in words via physical touch...#they make me go INSANE your honour
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14. âThat was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it.â
jack has been pinning after quinnâs grumpy best friend and she wonât admit how fond she is off him and they finally kiss and she tries to play it off but jacks knows :)
Prompt: âThat was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it.â
Note: Iâm literally was brainstorming ideas for these prompt requests while driving to work today and literally making voice notes of my ideas đ this one ended up a little on the longer side i feel, but hopefully itâs still good :)
âWell I know who youâre most excited to see.â
Glancing at your friend you couldnât help but roll your eyes, knowing exactly who she was talking about.
âMore like who Iâm going to avoid at all costs.â
Your friend just shaking her head, she along with everyone in your friend group knew how you secretly felt about Jack. But youâd never admit it. Not even to Quinn, his own brother and your best friend for years.
You and Quinn met first, then he slowly introduced you to his brothers, knowing they could be a lot to handle when all together. Luke you didnât mind, but something about Jack just got under your skin. His confident cocky attitude, the way he was literally good at everything he did, his adorable smile and the way his laugh lit up a room. No, y/n, shut up. Nothing about Jack Hughes was anything to blush over.
âGonna be kind of hard when we all are stuck on a boat together. And when Jack looks like that.â Your friend pulling down her sunglasses to get a look at Jack, in just his swim trunks as he helped Quinn load up the boat.
Since Jackâs shoulder surgery youâd heard that heâd been hitting the gym pretty hard. And it was sure paying off, sure you admit that he looked good. But you didnât dare tell him, not needing to boost his ego any further.
âOh lordâŚjust another thing for him to brag about.â
Rolling your eyes you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the adventure this day would be. Trying your best to not be a total jerk all day and have some fun.
Quinn waved at the two of you as you approached the boat, Luke taking your bags and setting them on the deck.
âOkay, so Jack and I got pretty much everything ready to go. The only thing left to pack is the cooler, y/n do you mind going to pack that? Youâre the go to bartender around here.â
Flashing a smile to Quinn you accepted the task and headed into the garage of the lake house. Eyeing up all the alcohol in the fridge and trying to decide what to bring.
After getting an initial idea, you scanned the room for the cooler, only to find it on the top shelf completely out of reach.
âHow the fuck do the Hughes boys reach that? No way one of them got that thing up there.â
Rolling your eyes you tried to find anything that could help you reach, opting to try and stand on a few cases of beer. Only to still be a few inches short.
âCan I help?â
The playful tone of Jackâs voice echoing through the garage and making you cringe. Of course he shows up, loving the fact that you needed him when he knew the feeling was killing you inside.
âNope, I can do it myself.â Trying to stand on your tippy toes, you swiped for the cooler, only to miss and stumble off the piled of beer boxes. Bracing yourself to fall face first, you shut your eyes tight, only to be caught by the arms of Jack.
His arms that were now much bigger than youâd remembered, his skin sun kissed from being out on the boat all morning, your heart racing from the fall, but also the closeness of the two of you.
âAre you okay?â
He slightly chuckled as he helped you back to your feet, his arms still wrapped around you as he smiled down at you. Sensing how nervous youâd become. Your heart racing as you looked back up at him, not noticing his face moving closer to yours.
Before you could react, heâd placed a kiss on your lips, nothing crazy, testing the waters more so to gauge your reaction. And when you didnât pull away, Jack knew heâd gotten through your cold act you kept up with him.
âIâll take that as a yes, and dare I say, I think I make you nervous y/n.â
Scoffing you quickly threw drinks into the cooler, flustered as you just wanted to get onto the boat as quickly as possible.
âThat was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it Jack Hughes.â
Reaching for the cooler, your arm practically popping out of place at the weight of all the drinks. Jack laughing as he came over to help.
âIf I help with the cooler do I get a kiss for that too?â
âYou wish Hughes.â
Rolling your eyes you took your hand from the cooler, leaving him to carry it all by himself.
âHey! What gives?â
âWell youâre loving showing off your new muscles, so I thought you could put them to work.â
#Jack Hughes#jack hughes fluff#jack hughes fic#jack hughes blurb#jack hughes imagine#nhl imagine#nhl fics#hockey imagine#nhl fanfiction#hockey fic
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The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 3)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
A/N: I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out where I want this story to go. I think I have an idea now. I have also decided to switch to first person, I find it way easier to write that way and hopefully you all find it easier to read. I am going to switch over the other parts as well. We even have two new characters to join the fun!
word count: 3k
warnings/tags: fem!reader, original characters, usual shenanigans, mentions of hetty/trevor
End of November- end of month 1Â
Hetty's been avoiding me. It's been two weeks since we danced and kissed, and she hasn't spoken a word. Now she'll barely look at me, and if she does it's like she sees straight through me. I notice her hang around Trevor more. Whilst at first, I thought it was Hetty being her usual cryptic self, I notice that her touches on him linger more than she usually does. Recently, thought I saw Trevor checking her out. Yet again itâs Trevor he checks every girl within the Woodstone property line out, so Iâm not sure I can look into that entirely.Â
âWhat is wrong, you have long face like horse,â Thor asks.
âOh nothing, just silly girl stuff,â I sayÂ
âWould you like to talk about it? Thor really good at listening and giving advice. If you have enemy, I show you how to crush skull. Very easy,â
âSheâs not having enemy trouble, sheâs having love trouble.â Sass interrupts
âShush!â I say hoping he lowers his voice.Â
âAm I wrong?â Sass says with a know-it-all all smirk.
My lack of answer causes his smirk to grow into a smile.Â
âI appreciate the concern, but I feel like I should talk to Het-â I catch myself, âI should talk to the person who is giving me a long face before I go sharing my feelings,â
âNice save,â Sass says before leaving with Thor. I groan inwardly.Â
I donât have much time in the day to talk to Hetty as I'm constantly tied up with guests. The upcoming holidays have brought a larger amount than what I had initially thought, so I feel like Iâm being pulled in hundreds of directions. I barely have time to spend with the ghosts, let alone any time to myself. Thankfully Sam and Jay had the insight to allow me to hire a little holiday help. A couple of friends from university have been wanting to meet up with each other, so I offered them seasonal positions. Itâs like killing two birds with one stone. Before they arrive, I sit the ghosts down to tell them of the upcoming changes.Â
âEveryone I want to let you know that I will have a couple of friends helping me to keep this place running. They do know that I can see ghosts, and they as of recently know about you. They will only be here until after the New Year, then itâll be just us all over again,â I explain, âMy friend Nadine is going to stay with me in my room while my friend Riley will be staying at my house. This way we donât lose any rooms, and I do not have to have any shenanigans from trying to bunk you people up. Nadine is a chef, so sheâll help me with the cooking. Riley is my jack of all trades so heâll do anything I ask.âÂ
The ghosts nod their heads in agreement and simply go about to milling around as they usually do.Â
ây/n can we help with decorations? Now that we have you around, we can help get the house all festive since we can touch things!â Flower suggests.
âI love it! Thatâs a great idea Flower!â I say.
âWhat is?â Flower questions
Oh, Flower. âAlright, I should have expected that,â I say before going off to the basement.
Soon the ghosts and I begin to bring out the holiday decorations. Instead of putting up a commercial tree, Thor and I went out to the forest to cut down a pine on the property and brought it back to the house. Pete and Trevor string the lights while Flower begins to sort through the ornaments under the guidance of Sass. Alberta and Isaac string together the popcorn garland, and Hetty oversees the entire operation.Â
âArenât you going to help Hetty?â Isaac asks
âAs Lady of the House, I am helping! By supervising,â Hetty says nose slightly in the air
The front door chimes before a familiar voice yells out âHello!âÂ
I gasp, quickly leaving my post at the popcorn bowl to go to the lobby.Â
âNadine! Riley!â I practically squeal.Â
I first run to Nadine, we exchange kisses on the cheek before embracing in a hug. Then I go to Riley who picks me up and spins me with ease.Â
âOh, itâs been too long!â He says squeezing me in his arms.Â
âAlright, you can put me down, stronghold,â I laugh as he places me back down on my feet. As he puts me down, I happen to look in the direction of the room I just left. I see the ghosts peering their heads around the corner like children before quickly going back into the room. The only one who does not move positions and stands in full view is Hetty with an unreadable expression. I assume itâs Hetty being curious, and I shoot her a wink before I take Nadine and Riley into the kitchen.
âHow have you been since graduation?â Nadine asks while she and Riley sit at the table
âThe same, honestly just trying to find my place in the world. Now that Iâve become a heiress, I feel as if Iâve been operating on autopilot,â I reply. I grab a snack tray from the fridge before making my way to them
âYeah, how come you never knew your grandmother was super loaded?â Riley questions before popping a grape in his mouth.Â
âHonestly, we never talked about it. She always made sure I knew the importance of hard work probably so when I became an heiress I wouldnât act like an entitled one. My parents said they saved for me to go to any school I chose. The money I received from their death went to an account I only used to pay for my car and rent. Now I work to keep myself busy, and this isnât bad gig. I have 8 forms of entertainment plus guests to keep me busy â I say
âSpeaking of 8 forms of entertainment, what about that ghost you said was cute,â Nadine asks.
âCan you keep your voice down? Theyâre dead, but they hear everything. They would never let me live that down if they found out,â I say feeling a blush on my cheeks.
âHave you told them how you can see them yet?â Riley asks.
âI havenât spoken to anyone about it, besides my two trusted friends,â I say referring to them.Â
âThey donât ask questions?â Nadine questions
âOh they are plenty curious, but I tend to avoid the subject as much as I can. We just figured out that I can do more than see them. Anything I touch, they can also touch,â I tell them.Â
âOh, so they can eat and drink now?â Riley asks now sitting up in his seat.Â
âNot necessarily. We tried that, and it ended with a lot of food ending up on the floor,â I say remembering the memory of Sass trying to eat pizza and failing miserably.Â
âI guess you can say it goes straight through them,â Riley says knocking his head back in laughter. Nadine and I look at each other and roll our eyes.Â
âOh come on guys, that was funny!â Riley says trying to get us on his side.Â
âSure it was,â Nadine mocks.Â
âBut back to before, how is it exactly that you can see them? We know that you had that drowning incident, but that doesnât really explain how you can see them,âÂ
âWell, itâs not like exactly read up on it. I just know that I had a near-death experience, and I guess since I was in between two worlds, I can see both sides,â
âYeah, but youâre saying only the ghosts have powers. Your boss Sam sees ghosts, but she doesnât have a power,â
âShe was only clinically dead for 3 minutes. I had a full-blown Meredith Grey incident, and I was dead for a while,â I say.Â
âWell âMeredith Greyâ maybe a part of you is still trapped on the other side, you never fully returned,â Nadine says
âI donât know Nadine, like I said I donât really read up on it. I just accepted that it happened. In fact this is the longest Iâve talked about the incident outside of therapy,âÂ
âSorry, we donât mean to push,â Riley says putting his hand on mine
âNo, I understand, I would be curious too,â I say turning my hand over and giving her hand a squeeze.Â
âAre any of them in the room now?â Nadine asks looking around for a sign of them
âNo, in fact, I donât hear them either. Let me check that they havenât fallen in some hole or have been ghost-napped again,â
âAgain?â Riley asks.
âLong story,â I say getting up from the table.
I turn the corner exiting to be met with 6 guilty faces. Itâs like watching children getting their hands caught in the cookie jar.
âOh, this is the kitchen guys, not the living room. Onward menâŚand women,â Isaac says as they hurriedly leave.Â
âI thought we were going to the kitchen to eavesdrop on the living to see if we could get any hot gossip,â Flower says before Alberta drags her along with the rest of the group.Â
âThey were eavesdropping werenât they?â Nadine asks.
âOh most definitely,â I say chuckling to myself.
âWere they all there?â Riley asks.
âMost of them, Trevor and Hetty were missing, but they tend to go off a lot more often as of late,â I reply walking back to the table.
Riley and Nadine share a quick look before quickly returning their gaze to me.Â
âHow about I give yâall a tour?â I ask.Â
Beginning of December - month 2Â
I turn the corner to go towards the lobby, and I almost trip over a left-out decorations box. Before I fall to the floor, Riley is there to catch me. Thor was right, I really need to watch my step around here.Â
âWatch it, Princess, would hate to break the merchandise,â Riley laughs as he steadies me on my feet.
âOh, you two get a room already!â Nadine teases from the top of the stairs having seen the scene from the top of the stairs. She descends the stairs and goes out the front door. No doubt going on her morning run.Â
âOh my knight in shining armor, you couldnât afford me if you tried. Iâm quite expensive with the most expensive tastes,â I tease back.Â
âOh you wish,â Riley says picking the box and taking it to the basement.Â
I roll my eyes. âOh, I most definitely do. Iâd take a night with those muscles any day,â I say before heâs out of earshot. I turn back to my task, and I see Hetty.
âHey Hetty,â I say giving her a smile.
âWhat is the relationship between you and this Riley?â Hetty asks looking me in my eyes.Â
âUm friendly? I guess,â I say raising an eyebrow in confusion.
âYou guess?â Hettyâs eyebrow also raises in question. I try not to focus on the warm feeling I get when she looks at me like that.Â
âRiley and I are just friends, and we have been since my freshman year of university,â I tell her.Â
âSo you recently saying you "wouldnât mind a night with those muscles" meant nothing? â Hetty questions
âMeant nothing,â I assure Hetty.Â
Hetty purses her lips, pondering my answer. She lets out a âhmphâ before going on her way.Â
âHetty?â I ask before she leaves completely
âSorry, I have to meet with Trevor,â Hetty says without missing a beat
âOh, I was going to ask if you wanted to go for a walk. The guests donât check in for another couple of hours and-â I begin.Â
âSorry dear, I simply must go,â Hetty says before trotting off.Â
I try to ignore the burn in my throat. I shake my head at the feeling of loss and jealousy.Â
I try to keep my mind focused on the guests and running the B&B as efficiently as I can. âNo use crying over spilled milk,â I tell myself.Â
Riley, Nadine, and I work quite well together. Riley is a great fit at the front desk charming the guests as they check in. Nadine has been a great help in the kitchen, she always seems to know exactly what it is that I need. I dip my tasting spoon into a new pasta sauce recipe Iâve been wanting to try.Â
âHow does it taste?â Nadine asks
âItâs fine, I think Iâm missing something,â I say.Â
âHere let me taste,â Nadine says. I hand her the tasting spoon.Â
âTaste like you need just a pinch more garlic and maybe a dash more of the red wine,â Nadine says handing the spoon back to me
I do as she suggests, and I moan in delight as I taste the now-perfected sauce.
âOh this should be bottled,â I say.Â
âThe heiress is going to start a sauce company? What will Ragu do?â Nadine laughs as she finishes dipping the dessert fruit in chocolate.Â
âYou want some of the leftover chocolate?â Nadine asks dipping her finger into the bowl.Â
âIs the sky blue?â I ask turning my sauce off and putting it off the heat. I wash my hands and also dip my finger in the bowl. As I bring my finger to my mouth, a bit of chocolate falls on my chest. Before I can get to it, Nadine has reaches her finger over to grab the missed chocolate and brings it to her mouth.Â
Hetty enters the kitchen at the exact moment Nadine's finger swipes the chocolate from my chest and to her lips.Â
âOh I see we just let everyone eat off of each other,â Hetty says in annoyance before exiting the kitchen. âShe might as well just lick it off you the next time,âÂ
âNadine, excuse me for a moment. Ghost duty calls,â I excuse myself placing the dish towel in my hand on the counter.Â
âOh yeah, of course, Iâm going to finish putting up the small decorations if you donât mind,â Nadine says untying her apron.Â
âNo you go ahead, Iâll finish in the kitchen once Iâm done,â I say leaving the kitchen to catch up with Hetty.Â
âSave me some chocolate!â Riley calls from the lobby.
I find Hetty upstairs living room.Â
âHetty, what is going on? Your temper with me seems to be at a short fuse,â
âIt has not,â Hetty says avoiding my gaze.Â
I hear Riley call for me, and I wish he had better timing.Â
âYou might want to go see what your muscled desk boy wants,â Hetty says.Â
I nearly scream in annoyance and frustration, but I decide not to.
âThis conversation is not over,â I say before I storm past Alberta heading down the stairs. Alberta heads into the living room with Hetty and blocks Hetty from exiting.Â
âHetty what is going on?â Alberta asks
âI havenât the slightest idea of what youâre talking about,â Hetty saysÂ
âYou are driving that girl up a wall, and not in a good way,â
âI have not. I have been simply-â Hetty begins.
âIgnoring her,â Isaac says cutting Hetty off as he enters the room.Â
âOh great another gossip,â Hetty says as she sits on the couch,â Please tell me what my other grievances are.â
âHetty we are worried about you. When she first got here, you were so excited to have as you said âanother woman of high statusâ to join you. Then you walked around like the cat who got the cream once you finally kissed her,â
âI did not,â Hetty says fidgeting with her hands.Â
âYou most certainly did!â Alberta laughs, â She must be some kisser because it was almost as if you sat on the washing machine again.Â
Hetty blushes at the memory, she hates her how her friends can see through her facade.
âHetty what is it that makes you act like this?â Isaac says sitting next to Hetty
âThatâs the issue, Isaac. I do not know! I havenât felt like this since I tried to run off with that painter,â
It dawns on Isaac,â Hetty do you know what it means?â
âObviously not,â Hetty says waiting for Isaac to enlighten her.Â
âHetty, you two were practically inseparable. The two of you were practically finishing each otherâs sentences, going on walks, and having movie dates,â
âOh remember when you told me that you enjoyed how the sun made her eyes sparkle on your walks,â Alberta chimes in.Â
âRemember that one time, we caught them cuddled up watching Bodices and Barons?â Isaac adds.
âOh, how could I forget they looked so cute! (y/n) draped over Hetty with Hettyâs arms possesively wrapped around her,â Alberta says.Â
âThe both of you are absolutely incorrigible,â Hetty says in defeat. Â
âAnd youâre blushing and in love!â Isaac says kicking his feet in the air.Â
âI most absolutely am not,â Hetty says snatching her hands away.Â
âHetty and (y/n) sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G,â Alberta begins to sing.Â
Hetty simply puts her face in her hands. Hetty was so out of sorts even her mannerisms were becoming too unladylike for her. Hetty decides itâs time to grab the bull by the horns.
âIf you two are done acting so childly, I am going to go and find and talk to (y/n),â Hetty says rising from the couch. She blames the butterflies in her stomach on the sudden change of posture rather than nerves.Â
âFinally! Have fun and donât come back until you look like youâve had fun with the washer,â Alberta calls. This sends Isaac and Hetty in a fit of laughter.Â
Hetty leaves the room and goes to enter your bedroom. Hetty begins to debate on whether she should enter or not, and then on a whim decides to enter the room. Upon entry, she has to fight to keep down a gasp as she watches Nadine kiss you. She quickly leaves the room and feels the butterflies in her stomach turn to lead.
#hetty woodstone x reader#cbs ghosts#hettyxreader#hetty woodstone#isaac higgintoot#sassapis being sassy#flower being flower#alberta is here for the laughs
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so, I basically live tweeted my (third) watch of crypt on twitter (it's the same name as in here, if anyone interested), so let me just drop everything I passed by this entire evening:
goofy opening, but where is my dancing silhouette and the 1920's godly music?
detective inspector jack robinson would like to know your location
tip: ALWAYS keep your sight on that woman, ALWAYS
I just love how phryne changed from a golden dress to a red outfit (I love it btw) that quickly, also one of her 8 languages is arabic!? MY GIRL!!
PRISON BREAK OUT FOR AN INNOCENT GIRL WHO WANTS TO SHARE THE TRUTH OF HER VILLAGE?! PHRYNE, YOU ARE AN AMAZING WOMAN
PLEASE GET INSIDE THE TRAIN PHRYNE, PLEASE GET-
oh...
oh...
oh no... she did actually... oh my god no
OMG DOTTIE IS PREGNANT AND VULNERABLE, MUST PROTECT AT ALL COSTS (and hugh too)
(also, the only scene where we saw a part of the wardlow crew - where's mr butler, mac - HER BEST FRIEND, AND JANE, HER DAUGHTER!? COULDN'T WE SEE THEIR REACTIONS!?)
so, he never went after her... makes it even more heartbreaking
he even still saved the photos, his face showing the tears being retracted... I want to hug you so badly jack
"You meant so much more to Phryne"
OK, THAT MAKES IT EVEN MORE PAINFUL, I-
on the floor, crying and sobing
oh, aunt prudence is here (but not phryne's parents, on their daughter's funeral - I might get that most likely they have trauma from Janey and couldn't mark their presence in another funeral for their last daughter, but it would have been nice to be present and meet her boyfriend - aka jack - who is noticeably suffering a lot)
SO, YOU WERE ACTUALLY ALIVE THE LAST 6 WEEKS!? COULD HAVE JUST SENT A LETTER TO SOMEONE, GIRL-
I get it that she didn't knew she was presumed dead, that would have worried everyone she knew and loved, so it was a perfect time to apologize and show the empathic phryne we love
instead it was a "oh" and some awkard smilling
Phryne, I love you, a lot... But you can do better, and especially that you saw the man that loves you the most broken
"I came here for one thing, to farewell you. Farewell" I could hear the pain on his voice, poor Jack...
Well, this scene was iconic
"Jack, are you awake?"
well, he said he wasn't
proceeds to appear on the church moments later
and the man was murdered
and they can't leave england (my condolences)
oh, this is ending badly
"And I am sorry if I am not dead"
phryne, don't say the word "death" to that man again, he thought you died twice in the space of a few months (idk, this movie doesn't even say how after it is from the show). I understand that you might be hurt that he never came after you, I really do, but please, the poor man is still processing that he almost lost you.
also, both (still) don't know what personal space means
(kinky)
oh, so that thing is cursed and... oh, this movie is like if indiana jones was an australian detective, good to know
from the creators of "singing in the rain", we present you "almost kissing in the rain"
oh, you're going to break in his house, so you while use your old stealth black outfit like in melbourne, righ-
why. did you. chose to use. a jumper. with. your. initials. (I still love it, and the entire ouftit, I'd like one of those too please designers)
ooooh, he brought her a gift (and tuxedo jack, meow)
please, both of, learn what personal space is
oooh, they're dancing again... cute
arguing
more arguing
Palestinian man finds out that the people of the country that occupied his country are all douchebags
HE DIED, HE GOT SHOT AT THE HEART, WHY!?
Sharim, I am so sorry...
oh, those guys again... great
well, now they're going to Palestine and find the crypt of tears (OMG IT'S THE NAME OF THE MOVIE)
"I just hope she doesn't fly like she drives"
"I HEARD THAT!"
they are so married
oh, it's a mercenary... well, we're getting of quickly then
bombastic side eye
woman, why are you so hot?
Jack, she just wanted to take the gun, don't worry...
and now they have no guidance, great-
Phryne, we both know how it ends
steps on quicksand
"JaCK, I NEED YOUR HELP!"
Jack continues to not give a fuck after their arguing
"IT'S QUICKSAND"
Jack proceeds to run into her
"I'm not losing you like this, not after all the stupid ways I've nearly lost you."
"WHAT STUPID WAYS?"
Phryne, we both know which stupid ways
not saying a thing, just admiring
ok, they found one of the points of the map, they just need to connect all and boom: entrance found
damn, nice crypt
lesson of the day: don't ever trust "british" man
and it wasn't an accident, YOU MURDERED A VILLAGE AND DOOMED THAT GIRL'S LIFE, THAT IS NOT CALLED AN ACCIDENT
and of course the butler was part of this, and jonathon's father!? Ok...
he thinks he's cursed, blames everything on himself, and wants to die there so he can be free and find forgiveness from the people of the village... I hope you have found forgiveness jonathon, and that your father is going to suffer forever
goodbye sharim, we're all hoping you can motivate many other young girls and women with your spirit
Yeah, trying to shoot a giant spider is a very Phryne thing
Yay, Jack "killed it"
"It's my only fear, Jack. Apart from spending a long flight with Aunt Prudence"
omg, it's going to happen...
"You're afraid if you fall in love with me, I'll turn you into a policeman's wife and... try to stop you from saving the world." Jack, you are so wrong (except on the marriage part, she would only accept one in her own terms)
"And I don't need to marry. I just need your heart, as god knows you've already got mine"
"Jack, I've already gave you my heart a long time ago."
OMG, IT'S ACTUALLY GOING TO HAPPEN
"For a detective you don't notice much"
IT HAPPENED, IT HAPPENED, IT ACTUALLY-
dies in excessive fangirling
THEY FUCKED, THEY FUCKED, THEY ACTUALLY FUCKED!! THE PHRACK SEX IS REAL!!
and it ends with a teaser for a sequel... that atp I think we won't get (hope I am wrong)
well, that was fun, now it's the spin off left (that got cancelled after season 2 of finished-)
#mfmm#miss fisher and the crypt of tears#phryne fisher#jack robinson#phryne x jack#phrack#essie davis#nathan page#and make the sequel happen please
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|The Phone Call - Nick Herrara x Reader|
a/n: NICK SKXAGDKBG i love him sm, literally donated sm to the kickstarter to date him in game lol also! since jack would've killed him by this time, this is in an au where you didn't meet the clown ghost and life resumed as usual! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER NOR THE GAME, THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE SUNNY DAY JACK WAS COMPLETED SO IF THIS IS OUT OF CHARACTER I WILL EDIT THIS WORK.
pairing: nick herrara x reader
post type: fic
word count: 1.2k
requested: nope, pure brainrot
warnings: THIS CHARACTER COMES FROM AN 18+, NSFW GAME; EVEN THOUGH THIS WORK ISNT SPECIFICALLY NSFW, MINORS/AGELESS DO NOT INTERACT. (I BLOCK ON SIGHT) wrote w a gn! reader in mind, mentions of angst (ian blowing up ur phone đ) , you + nick give ian a message, kissy kissy smooching but and it's a lil steamy, sight hurt/comfort, MENTIONS OF NSFW BC OF NICK'S CAREER.
your couch had never been so soothing.
the room was dark and cool, lit by the cheesy, romance movie playing.
currently, you had your head resting on his warm, tattooed chest. his built arms were resting on your sides, thumbs gently caressing the skin on your back.
the characters in the movie finally share a passionate kiss, and you smile at yourself. their silly misunderstandings and the camaraderie they shared reminded you of your relationship with nick.
despite his initial attraction to you, nick knew that being with him was welcoming hecticness into your heart as well. almost every aspect of his life was a mess and he didn't want to throw you into the worst of it.
and yet, he couldn't get you out of his head. the way you felt so easy to talk to and laugh with. not to mention the goosebumps that traveled through his spine and arms when you handed his card back, the gentle touch of your fingertips against his was life-changing.
after leaving the establishment, the questions that filled his head expanded into sweet daydreams. but as night fell, a painful mix of guilt and longing ensured that the same lovely imaginations kept him from a nightâs rest.Â
the next day he came back to the yogurtopia to see if he actually had a chance. the drive was nerve-wracking and he understood the encounter would be awkward, but he knew that it would be all worth it in the end. even a disappointing answer would bring his tired mind some closure.
you also held some hesitation towards him. the last thing you wanted was to use this sweet guy as a band-aid after being deeply wounded, so recently.
however, his blushing face and the timid question relit something inside that you assumed was dimmed forever.
you explained how you still needed time to heal as you gave him your number, but that if he needed someone to chat with you'd be available.
the smile he gave you while he held the scribbled-on napkin was bashful and beautiful. and as you look up at nick, it's the same one he's giving you now.
his eyes twinkle with affection and youâre filled with delight that you two quickly became more than just friends. it was difficult not to drown in every aspect that was him, and yet, you wouldnât have it any other way.
you close your eyes and snuggle deeper into his chest, the beating of his heart calming you like a sigh.
itâs so comforting being able to spend alone time with him, nick even took work off to spend tonight with you. youâve noticed heâs been going less and less the more serious the two of you became.Â
truth be told, after knowing everything you've been through, nick began to despise his job. you're the peace during his storms and the one person who's been keeping him sane, the last thing he wants is the nature of his night job to remind you of him.
heâll always be left wondering how he could hurt you so badly. nick has never felt so seen, cared for, and loved. how anyone could take you for granted; he couldn't begin to comprehend.Â
your bright eyes look back into his deep ones. they soften as he runs his hand over your cheek, holding it gently as if you'd shatter and disappear at any moment.
his touch is always nice. so delicate and tender. between his jobs, the puppies, his family, and you; he truly deserved a reward.Â
so reward you will.Â
you pull yourself up to his level and straddle him, couch cushion underneath your palms. gazing directly into him. nicks smile alters into a smirk. you want something from him, he knows that look all too well.Â
he hasnât given it to you yet but by fate willing, he would here and now if thatâs what you wanted. heâd give it all to you, anything for you.
you shift yourself onto your knees and wrap your arms around his neck. bringing one of your hands back to tuck some of his sky-blue hair behind his ear.
you trace your fingers from behind his ear to hold his jaw. you donât miss how he catches his bottom lip between his teeth, grounding himself before the next step forward. not because you make him anxious, but because you make him nervous.
hereâs your nick, with enough cool to freeze oceans melting under your touchâ under your presence. heâs so tantalizingly close and youâre both awfully impatient.
the two of you collide like a kilonova. his lips are so delicious they almost distract you from the lingering touch heâs leaving on your thighs. wandering hands traveling higher and higher, yet leaving just enough space to have you wanting more.Â
you subconsciously lean your head to the side, begging silently for him to welcome himself inside. the cold of his tongue piercing sends shivers down your spine. your hand plays with the hem of his shirt, those hypnotizing fingertips of yours grazing over his abdomen before-!
*BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!*
your groan of dread told nick exactly who that was.Â
and he's decided it's about time he knew you're doing better without him.Â
your annoyance was short-lived as he glanced at your phone and then back at you. asking for permission. the smile you grew as you placed the pieces together was just the answer he needed.Â
nick didnât waste another breath as he pressed the green icon, smirk growing wider.
âh-hello?â
âhey.â
the pause between them grows more tenacious by the second. a different you would feel pity at this encounter, that this is how he learns of your nick, but he took you for granted. he betrayed your trust and it took you too long to gain it back. and now, he canât take no for an answer. he hasnât left you alone since his cheat. if this wonât make him face that youâre completely over him, nothing will. the thought excited and terrified you at the same time.Â
â...whoâs this?â
âiâm nick.â
you cup your hands over your mouth. hiding nervious or devious laughter, you werenât sure yet.
âhuhâŚdo i have the wrong number?â
âi donât think so.â
the silence is deafening. your breathing was all your could hear as your focus went undividedly to their words.
â...is-â
âtheyâre busy.â
there was complete silence as nick hung up the call. you felt sick. you felt like screaming on rooftops. you felt like sobbingâ like screaming. you felt like you could run a mile. you felt like you could kiss your nick nonstop.Â
the relief that he wouldnât be trying to attach himself to every thought in your mind made you feel weightless. you were finally free.
comfort like a sigh.
your lack of noise worried your boyfriend, his triumphant expression twisting into one of unease. the fear of stepping over lines and making you uncomfortable was a reoccurring nightmare, a dream he never wished to come true.
"was- was that okay?"
what a beautiful fool. such an innocent question. which had a simple answer; a steamy one too.
to leave right where you left off.
with a cleared mind, a step taken, and an adoration deepened.
Š BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE
#AND THEN YOU SMOOCH FOR HOURS#i am a proud ian hater#ive been working on this in my free time for a while#might edit it later#might not#who knows#we'll see!#sunny day jack#somethings wrong with sunny day jack#sdj#MINORS DNI#nick herraras#x reader#nick herraras x reader#fanfic#nick herrara
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yeah I felt like this was pretty clear pretty early on, that at no point do they genuinely like him as a person.
Some of that is absolutely direct racism. Ed was always going to be othered in that room unless somehow no one noticed that he's not caucasian. They literally introduce the first characters among the partygoers by having them declare that they're "huge fans" of phrenology, which is just a big bunch of pseudoscience put together to justify racism. That's not accidental and ignoring it would be a big failure of media literacy.
But also, they're not the kind of people who are trying to form any genuine social connections. They're just like Jack says about pirates: all in various stages of fucking each other over. Even if Ed were white, they'd never be looking at him as a potential new friend, not really. They were always going to have their sights on what they think they can gain for themselves.
Which isn't really a counterpoint to the racism at all. Aggressive, toxic self-interest drives a lot of racist bullshit (feel like I need to note that like masculinity, not all self-interest is inherently toxic. Healthy self-interest includes things like setting and upholding good personal boundaries). But the racism aspect isn't the one I feel most qualified to explore, plus you've already done a great job with it, so I'm gonna focus more on the aspect of the social dynamic they had established for themselves before Ed even entered the picture.
They start out trying to flatter "Godfrey Thornrose" and inspire the envy of the other guests by monopolizing the attention of someone they believe is famous. It's the same kind of treatment that Frenchie and Oluwande are getting, because the guy Frenchie picked out for their first mark believes that Oluwande is royalty, and while the racism in that guy is still very clear, he's trying to kiss ass because he thinks that by sucking up to royalty, he may stand to personally benefit. Even if that prince is a black man. Class status still has power -- this isn't a nuance-free portrayal of racism. There's intersectionality in play.
Conversely, they believe that "Jeff" is merely an accountant. Ed hasn't set himself up with a perceived status that overrides the biases they have against him because of his race. When Frenchie says "you know you can pick anything right" he's not saying "accounting is lame" he's saying "you're not shooting high enough, friend".
Of course it's not Ed's fault that he doesn't understand all this. He's never had the opportunity to learn it before. Stede was ill-equipped to explain the issues of racism in that environment, Stede has plenty of blind spots due to his own privilege. And presumably Frenchie assumed he'd already know what he's doing well enough to be doing it on purpose -- I mean, if I was going to idk an academic conference or something with Beyonce in disguise so that people won't realize she's Beyonce, I'd generally assume that she's reasonably aware of the nuances of the situation and is making conscious choices with that knowledge in mind, until/unless something happened to make it clear that she's not (I picked an academic conference for example here because it would be completely absurd to suggest that actual real-life Beyonce might not know how to navigate a crowd of superficial ass-kissers and at least low-key racists, but it's a lot more plausible that she might be out of her depth in a room full of professors since that's not directly an aspect of her career. And also because my dad was actually a professor so like Stede grew up around posh knobs, I grew up around academics, and they definitely have their own set of ingroup/outgroup signifiers. No insult whatsoever is intended to the intelligence of Queen Bey with this hypothetical).
So Ed's out of his depth, unaware of the ways in which he's set up to fail before he even starts. And initially it's fine, they mostly ignore him in favor of "Godfrey Thornrose" -- the person they think is more important, and therefore more likely to benefit them to gain the favor of. When Stede fumbles the "phrenology reading" thing, they start to lose interest in him as they realize he's not actually as skilled (either at actual phrenology, or at putting on a good show of faking it -- not sure they really care about the distinction there so much as they care about the perception of proximity to power and fame) as they thought. Meanwhile, Ed draws attention to himself and to the fact that he doesn't really fit in with them, by making a comment that's clearly not the sort of comment one "in the know" about the rules of engagement at these kinds of events would make. He plays it off as a joke when he realizes he's misstepped, and there's that moment of tension where it's not clear if the partygoers will buy it. And then Antoinette laughs, and cues everyone else to laugh by declaring him "absolutely hilarious".
I'd suggest that that's the moment they turned on Ed. Before that, he was mostly being ignored -- they didn't think he was important, therefore they didn't think he was worth paying attention to. But then they realized that they weren't going to get anything out of brownnosing "Godfrey", probably assuming that he's just as much of a fake as they all are, so whatever, just ignore that guy now. Maybe make fun of him a little, because in their circle status is gained by tearing others down, but otherwise he's unimportant. Sure, they realized he was an impostor. They just thought he was the same kind of impostor they all are, just another rich jackass pretending to be more interesting than he really is while jockeying for status, rather than realizing he's actually completely lied about his identity. But now, well, they don't have a famous guy to kiss up to, so they might as well just mess with someone for entertainment. Play up the idea that they're fawning over him, so they can tear him down later and laugh about how he really believed that they thought he was interesting.
Sometimes I see some excellent discussion around s1e5, which is just such a meaty episode, and a fun little game to play on rewatches is trying to spot the moment Ed's "fans" at the party stop laughing with him and start laughing at him.
And honestly? I kinda think it adds to the episode if you understand it as them laughing at him all along, with him just being too caught up in thinking it's possible for him to "win this interaction" to notice.
There's definitely a shift, there's a turning point at the dinner table when the angles go all unsettling as Ed realizes what's been happening, when Antoinette reaches for the bows in his beard in a very on-the-nose mirror of the experience pretty much every poc has ever had of someone feeling entitled to touch our hair, when a cork pops in the background and Ed flinches and they just keep laughing at him, but Ed is so unused to the passive-aggressive style of racism he experienced that I truly think they've been laughing at him all along and he just wasn't forced to acknowledge it until that moment.
From the start, they exoticize Ed, playing up his outlandish stories and making him the center of attention, and rewatching is so unsettling because you know they don't see Ed as a person, they see him as a novelty. Stede, unused to both the apparently positive attention Ed is getting and not equipped to notice the racist undertones, can't expect what's going to happen, and Ed's certainly more used to the kind of racism where people just call him a donkey to his face, so he tries so fucking hard to win these people over, to get them to laugh with him, unaware that they're already sharing a joke at his expense.
And I think it's honestly hard to get the whole point of the episode if you don't approach it with this reading! From the minute Ed walks in there, the only brown guest in the room, he's "lost" the game he wanted to play. It's a confirmation for him of his mother's warning that some people aren't meant for that life and never will be, and it's the reason why, when Stede tells him he thought Ed was actually quite sophisticated, letting him know that he'd done nothing fucking wrong, Ed falls for that man like a pile of bricks.
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Can you make an argyle fic where reader is playing with his hair
of course!! iâll take any excuse to write some fluff :)
Argyle x Reader
tw/cw; small suggestive part! nothing extremely sexual
Bliss. Pure bliss. It wasn't until now that you realized you had no idea what bliss actually meant until this very moment. The five letter word didn't mean jack shit till today in your high mind.
Every one of your senses seemed to melt into one another as the velvety soft plushness of your bed cover let you seep down into it, almost seeming to welcome you with a hug. Well, not just you. Argyle was laying down in this plush heaven with you as well, or at least was supposed to. Only about half his body was actually on the bed while the rest was laid on you.
Nobody, and I mean nobody at all, would be surprised to know that Argyle is the cuddliest person around. He's a little fiend for affection, never really denying it when from anyone who decided to give it to him. This little detail really helped the both of you grow close initially. You lost track of how many times the both of you ended up cuddling in a pile during your smoke sesh. The both of you were seemingly drawn to one another, never leaving one another's orbit for too long to start to miss one another. After you met Argyle, you never really stopped wanting to see him. But all of those feelings aside, one thing it never felt like was forced. It was just natural.
Your bodies felt like they were melting together thanks to the help of the weed. There were times where you felt like you could never get quite close enough to your boyfriend, but you always felt the closest when the both of you were stoned out of your minds together. Each time either of you moved, your movements seemed to bounce off of one another. His hair looked like a dark cloak of greyish tones in the thick cloud of smoke the both of you laid in. Subconsciously, you brought your hand to his head, running your fingers through his dark locks.
Argyle hummed happily, his grip on your waist only getting tighter in his arms as he shamelessly rested his head on your chest. For a moment, it almost seemed like he wouldn't come back up for air, his head was buried for so long. Sweet, lovely Argyle. You never seemed to get enough of your sweet boy.
You brought your lips to the top of his head, placing a gentle kiss right atop his head. You half expected him to start purring or something like that. He could be asleep and you wouldn't even notice. He moved his head after a few moment. His eyes were bloodshot and half lidded as he looked up to you with a dopey, smitten smile. You couldn't help but smile back at him as your hands came to cup his face. You felt like you were about to sink into one another, and you would be completely okay with that honestly.
Argyle seemed to melt into your palms as soon as you cupped his face. His lips came into contact with your wrist, planting a small affectionate kiss there. His eyes closed gently with the kiss, he slowly let himself melt into your hands again and let his face fall back into your chest. A small, light laugh coming from you as you felt your boyfriend get comfortable.
A small gasp came from your lips, your face immediately flushing red as Argyle pushed your boobs together and let his face be smothered by your chest. As shocked as you were, things like this were not only normal but also welcome. It still made you get all flustered, even with the shirt you were wearing being between Argyle and your chest.
A light, flustered laugh escaped from your throat as you looked down to Argyle. All you saw when you looked down was his face still smothered in your chest.
âGod, donât suffocate, babe,â your hand made its way into his hair once again, your fingers carefully raking through his dark locks. His voice could be heard, muffled but heard. The words werenât able to be made out, but you couldnât help but laugh just a bit harder at how it felt on your chest. He raised his head after a minutes, a dimpled grin spreading across his expression.
You never could get over how pretty Argyle was. Even in the dim light of the shaded room, you could still see the gems of his features. His dark hair, his deep brown eyes, even his long full eyelashes as well. Every beautiful feature seemed to melt together on Argyleâs warm expression. His head was tilted ever so slightly to the side as he looked to you with big ol puppy eyes, cheek slightly squished up against your chest.
âI really wanna kiss you right now,â his words were dripping with honey, his tone sickeningly sweet with how he spoke to you.
âWhatâs stopping you?â you grin a bit, cupping his face once again as he leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. Then another. And another. And one last one for safe measure.
You both hummed contently as Argyle nestled his face back into your chest as your hand went back to playing with his hair. Yeah, this is what it is.
Bliss. Pure bliss.
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.....So I wanna talk about Jack Drakeâs potential for physical abuse.Â
Because every time I bring up abuse and Timâs parents someone misunderstands me and gets pissy, I will state upfront and for the record: Jack Drake is abusive, and it doesnât have to be physical abuse to be abuse. Iâm also, like, 85% sure Jack wasnât intended to be physically abusive in the comics. He is, regardless, incredibly emotionally abusive.Â
With that out of the way, I want to talk about the potential for Jack to be a physical abuser because thereâs just... a few... weird scenes. And I wanna talk about them, because they live rent free in my brain.
Discussion under the cut, because some of the comic images of Jack acting violently are potentially triggering for some people. So like... trigger warning for child abuse.
So... there are three scenes that I find suspect.Â
The first one is... well, most of you probably know what Iâm thinking of.Â
In Robin #45, a couple floppies after Timâs girlfriend at the time, Ariana, propositions Tim and they get caught hugging and kissing with Ari in a sexy nightgown, Jack Drake finally comes home from overseas because Arianaâs guardian called his âserviceâ to inform him their kids were... intimately involved. Itâs unclear if the adults think they had sex or were going to have sex, because they talk around the topic, but in a later comic Jackâs girlfriend Dana is worried whether Tim is still a virgin or not. Jack will not listen to Timâs side of the story and sends him to his room.Â
I didnât notice it my first read through, but it kinda... primes the audience to think about parental violence by having Mrs. Mac bring up corporal punishment.Â
While Tim is watching a news story about a hostage situation, Dana comes in to talk to Tim first. Tim is distracted, but talks to Dana, and she doesnât seem to mind that Tim is still half watching the news report. I wonât get into Danaâs brand of parenting except to note that itâs in stark contrast to Jackâs this floppy and also to make a note of the startle lines drawn by Tim when she reaches out to touch him. Iâm not sure what to make of them, if heâs just surprised sheâs on his side or if itâs meant to be a flinch... I probably wouldnât have thought twice about them if not for whatâs coming next.Â
Yeah... weâre talking about The Scene. Presented in full:Â
As the hostage situation escalates, Jack comes in to talk to Tim. And for as much as Jack initially seems to be saying the right things... it is... remarkable how quickly he flies into the rage because his son is distracted by a news story. Especially when you compare him to Dana, who had a full and meaningful conversation with Tim while he was still distracted by the same news story.Â
...I am of two minds about this scene.Â
Option A) Based on Timâs seemingly shocked expressions and body language, and Jackâs previous interactions with Tim, none of which appeared violent, this instance of pre-battery abuse is an escalation.Â
Option B) Based on Timâs internal dialog, the way he registers Jackâs anger immediately as a major problem (âuh-ohâ) and the seemingly calm reaction to his dad flying off the handle (âat least he left the computerâ), Jack has done something like this before. Destruction of property in a fit of rage isnât abnormal behavior from him.Â
...So anyway. The next scene I wanna talk about is from Robin #116.Â
Tim has been away for a few days doing Robin stuff while his father was in a depressive episode after they lost their family business and dropped an economic bracket. Honestly, the relief in Timâs eyes when he sees his dad walking around and wearing day clothes is extremely well-drawn.Â
Jack is saying all the right things, and then... then Tim makes this one little comment: âI was going to come in there and knock some sense into you... but youâre still bigger than me...âÂ
What the fuck does that mean, Tim?Â
Itâs a joke. Heâs teasing his dad to break the tension, if it was in a vacuum, I wouldnât have thought anything of it. Itâs not even the âknock some sense into youâ line, thatâs a common thing people say.Â
Itâs the âyouâre still bigger than meâ that fills my stomach with fucking dread.Â
Which brings me to Robin #125.
Jack finds out Tim is Robin. He goes to Wayne Manor carrying a gun and threatens Bruceâs life to âgive back his son.â Already primed to view Jack as capable of violence.Â
When Tim arrives, he and Jack get into an argument where Tim tries to put his foot down - heâs found his purpose, Jack canât stop him, heâs going to keep being Robin whether he likes it or not. When Jack pulls the âyouâre just a kidâ argument, Tim actually reveals something interesting about their family history that mustâve played into why Tim is so adamant that being a teen hero is aspirational: his grandfather joined the military at 15, something Jack apparently brags about quite often.Â
And then Jack brings up a new... Different topic. Child abuse.Â
And... and... Tim starts saying thatâs âno longer a possibilityâ and talking about how he can defend himself now.Â
?????????
And when Bruce becomes ALARMED, Tim IMMEDIATELY backs down, saying it was a... âjoke.âÂ
....Like, even including the scene of Jack ripping the fucking TV out of the wall, this is the scene that screams âSomething Happened.âÂ
The throw away line from Robin 116 and this scene from Robin 125 have big Jack Used To Hit Tim When He Was Younger vibes. Thereâs also a sense that... Tim is doing some kinda mental gymnastics over it.Â
These scenes add extra possibilities to Jack and Timâs potential history.Â
A) Jack used to hit Tim when he was younger, perhaps in a manner Jack would consider âspanking,â but as Tim got older and social norms changed, he stopped.Â
B) Jack never hit Tim, but made is somehow clear he wanted to: verbally, raising hands without striking, and/or breaking objects/punching walls.Â
C) Jackâs never done this in Timâs early childhood, but Robin #45 was an escalation to breaking objects that has given Tim anxiety about the threat of physical abuse.Â
I find all three options... equally possible. As for why Tim doesnât saying anything about it... growing up, my dad was Jack Drake Option B: yelling, broken objects, raised hands. The first time I remember my father getting so pissed off he âalmost hit meâ I was about... three or four years old. Terrible early memory to internalize for the rest of your life. And like... I was AWARE of it... but Iâd just... forget about it, for long periods of time. Years. Never told my mother about it until this year, at 27 years old, even after she saw him do it again when I was a teenager. Honestly, I kinda forgot about it entirely when I was in college... but I did find out I had a panic response to criticism and anger. My girlfriend at the time had a bit of a temper, and I would just shut down when she got mad; she tried to comfort me and get me to explain why my reaction was so strong... and I had no idea. I can only assume thatâs what people mean when they say youâve âblocked outâ a memory. By the time I was able to interrogate my own feelings and remember what happened to me... I didnât have the language to explain it. And it took me a long time to accept that the word âabuseâ applied to my situation.Â
âOh, yeah, I know x, y, z is abuse, but like, that doesnât apply to me, it didnât count.â is... really common, as I understand it.Â
....So, anyway. While canonically Timâs abuse is only ever overtly presented as non-physical, I do think thereâs a potential to explore that avenue with Jack while saying consistent with his character - either in the past or as an escalation. And I think that has the potential to be interesting, especially if Tim is playing off other characters who are more conscious of their own history with abuse.Â
...Anyway, thank you for coming to my TedTalk on More Reasons To Be Sus Of Jack Drake, I guess.Â
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Sesshomaru||NSFW Alphabet
A/N: Thatâs right, I wrote an NSFW alphabet for him as well. How could I not, heâs a hottie. Also somehow, I managed to keep this w a gender neutral reader, so all my Sesshomaru fans may enjoy (unless u ship s*ssrin, then leave)
Word Count: 1911
Warnings: Obviously nsfw
A - Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
After sex, Sesshomaru returns to his initial composure almost immediately. Like heâll pant for a few seconds, wipe his dick off and then immediately, boom, like nothing ever happened. Of course, you, are thoroughly wrecked, needing Sesshomaruâs help, help which he is more than happy to give.
B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
His favorite body part on himself has to be his arm/arms (depending). He loves his arms for a reason completely separate from you, he just enjoys the fact that he finally has two arms, like he thinks back to all the times he didnât properly appreciate his left arm, and vows to never make that same mistake.
C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically⌠Iâm a disgusting person)
As much as he loves cumming on your body, nothing compares to the feeling of cumming inside you. He loves to watch you slowly lose all coherency as he just fucks you full of his cum. If you let this man cum inside you, you will unleash a whole new beast, that youâre gonna have to be prepared to deal with.Â
D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Sometimes, when Sesshomaru knows heâs going to be away from you for a long time, he tries to fuck you as much as possible. He knows that heâll miss you and gets a little more lovey dovey, but above all, heâs trying to remember the feeling of you so he can better mimic it with his had.
E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
Sesshomaru is extremely experienced, on account of both his rank and his power. Demons are attracted to power and rank and, being so noble, Sesshomaru has never had any trouble with finding a partner to warm his bed. Heâs not versed in everything but he has a strong sense of intuition and a deep connection with his own desires.
F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
A bit clichĂŠ, but, his favorites are doggy style and mating press. Any position where he has the leverage to press you down and fuck into you also ranks pretty high on his list.
G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sesshomaru is so serious in the moment. He gets so laser focused on pleasing you that he finds any distractions to be a bit...grating. That being said, youâre the exception, if he happens to make you laugh during sex, heâll just roll his eyes affectionately before shutting you up with a kiss.
H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Heâs about as well groomed as any man of his station at the time would be. Heâs not exactly shaving down there but his hair is so fine that it isnât unbearable. Also the carpet definitely matches the drapes, his hair is extremely light and itâs hard to see sometimes.
I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŚ)
Sesshomaru is very intimate in subtle ways. He shows you hat he cares by doing little things to ensure your comfort. Whether itâs brushing sweat off your head, setting pillows under your hips, or retracting his nails when he holds you, Sesshomaru is the king of unspoken intimacy. He loves you and heâs going to show it in the most obvious way.
J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
As stated earlier, Sesshomaru really only jacks off out of necessity. He had no problem with getting someone to fuck, ad now that he has you, he doesnât see the need to masturbate. The only time heâll do so is if youâre gonna be away from him for a while and heâs really horny.
K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Sesshomaru has a breeding kink, sorry not sorry. Even if you canât get pregnant, something in him just tells him to keep filling you with his cum until it spills out. At which point, he just repeats the process. He also has a thing for marking, whether it be by scent, hickies, or with his cum, he loves the reminder/proclamation that youâre his.
L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Sesshomaruâs not picky about location. Heâs of the opinion that, as long as youâre comfy, heâs ok with it. He does enjoy having his fill of you in your shared bedroom, but yall arenât really home often enough for him to be that particular about it.
M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
The only thing that turns Sesshomaru on is the sight/thought of you naked and waiting for him.Â
N - NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Sesshomaru does not care all that much for sharing, and in a similar vein, voyeurism. With voyeurism, he doesnât mind fucking out in the open, as long as no one else is around. The second he gets whiff of anyone, heâs pulling out of you faster than you can even realize whatâs going on. With sharing, just donât ask. He wonât show it but, the thought of someone else even seeing you that vulnerable enrages him and sets off his baser instincts. If you suggest it, heâs going to be very hurt for some time.
O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Sesshomaru probably didnât even know about oral until you went down on him for the first time. While he isnât exactly the most experienced in it, he more than makes up for it with his sheer voracity. If you ask him to give you head, heâs getting on his knees, laying you back like, âsay lessâ.
P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Sesshomaru can be both but he tends to lean on the more fast and rough side. Sure, your hips and legs hurt, but who can really complain when thereâs a powerful demon pounding into you like a jackhammer.
Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
When you first told Sesshomaru what a quickie entailed, he was intrigued. Admittedly, he didnât like the concept at first, but the more he thought about it the more it grew on him. He likes the thought of you being so needy for him that youâd rather jump him as soon as possible than wait to get home.
R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
In terms of experimentation, Sesshomaruâs not all that open to it. Heâll try if you insist but heâs definitely not one to suggest any experimentation. As for risks in terms of location, as long as heâs far enough from others, he doesnât really care where yâall fuck or how loud you are.Â
S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŚ)
He can go as long as you can. He does like to build your endurance more and more each time, but sex in general with him is a serious time commitment. Heâs more than willing to space it throughout the day if that would suit you better.
T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
No toys, Sesshomaru doesnât see the point in them. It also goes back to his thing about sharing, while he wonât be as angry as he would be with another person there, the thought infuriates him. Just thinking about an object getting to feel you in the same way he does make him see red.
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Sesshomaru prefers not to tease, but he will if he feels the need to. He prefers to get straight to the point, letting you cum as many times as he sees fit to, honestly, prep you to take him in. But if heâs feeling particularly slighted, (whether by you or some demon he canât quite murder) heâll take it all out on you. While he wonât tease you in public, in private, heâll work you up, get you right on the edge of cumming, and then pull it away. The more you whimper and whine, the more tempted he is to draw out your torture.
V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Sesshomaru is pretty quiet... usually. While he prides himself on his control, of which extends even to the bedroom, letting out a few grunts once heâs about to cum, his rut is a different story. Sesshomaru refuses to talk about or even acknowledge how unihinged he acts during his rut but honestly, the moment he gets a whiff of your arousal, he sounds like a wild animal. Every repressed emotion and sound comes bubbling back up to the surface and he just goes around growling and panting until he can stick his dick in you.
W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Sesshomaru tries his best to be gentle/hold back with you. Itâs not obvious and you havenât noticed because most of it happens in the heat of the moment when youâre distracted by...other things. But, he knows he tends to lose himself inside of you so in preparation, heâll remove his hands from your body and let his claws rip into the surface under/behind you, whether it be a tree, bed, or just the floor. One of these times, his poison accidently activated and he shielded your body by leaning down and making out with you. That day, he discovered his affinity for kissing you while pounding into you.
X - X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
Mans got a third leg, I just know. The baggy pants hide it pretty well but when you manage to pull it out, heâs easily 8 inches (10-12 when fully hard depending on circumstances), uncut, and really pretty. Like other parts of him, Sesshomaruâs dick is beautiful, a small patch of silver hair near his base. Speaking of, Sesshomaru does have a knot, if he cums inside of you, he tries to do so without getting it stuck just because of the fact that itâs kind of a hassle waiting it out. But if you let him knot you and the situation allows it, he might go a little feral whoops.
Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Sesshomaru has a pretty high sex drive and before you, he could control it pretty well in all instances besides his rut. He still maintains his impeccable control but he finds himself ready to go a lot more often than he used to be. Like if you ask him, heâs immediately down regardless of what heâs doing. The only time that he gets supernaturally and uncontrollably horny is when he goes into rut. At which point...good luck getting his dick out of you.
Z - ZZZ (⌠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
While Sesshomaru doesnât really get tired after sex in the same way you do, he does understand when youâre kind of tapped out for the night/day/moment and is more than content to watch you sleep. After a while though, the sounds of your heartbeat and the quiet sounds of your breathing will set him at ease and put him to sleep.
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long shots ; miya osamu
pairing: miya osamu x f!reader
synopsis: miya osamu is the teacherâs assistant for food chemistry i. you canât stop thinking about him.
tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k
a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamuâ! i love u. pls excuse any errors. iâll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL
HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.
âHe drives a BMW, did ya know?â Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. âSaw it this morning. Bet heâs loaded.â The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.
âShut up,â you whisper with wide eyes. A grinââ far from innocentââ makes its way onto your face. âImagine being Miya Osamuâs sugar baby.â
âHeâs not old enough to be a sugar daddy.â Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. âAnd thatâs too many AUs in one. Heâs already the TA, for godâs sake. This isnât some shitty Wattpad novel.â
A light giggle slips out of your lips. âI can see the title already. My Sugar Daddy is the TA?!â
Now, if anyone had been listening in on your conversation, they wouldâve assumed many things about you. The first being that youâre both gold-diggers. This is untrueââ at least, in your case. Isla, youâre not so sure about, given how your friendship only goes back about one month. But she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe itâs as real as real gets. Their second assumption would be that you have a big fat crush on your TA. That oneâs complicated, mostly because itâs true, but only kinda. It all started in the second week of school when Isla caught you staring at Osamu and slipped you a post-it note with both your initials encircled in a heart. And, because youâre shameless with a good sense of humour, you made a show of kissing it while she was looking. And thus began your meaningless but incredibly entertaining, satirical, co-written fantasy about Miya Osamu.
It also didnât help that on the first essay you got back, Islaâs paper had been marked up with âare you sure?âs and âthis is a jumpâs, while yours had âexcellent reasoningâ and âinsightful analysisâ. Youâd even gotten a little comment at the bottom: y/n, fantastic work. you should speak up in class more often. ââ OM
But Miya Osamu doesnât play favourites because the next week youâd gotten another essay back, this time with another comment at the bottom: y/n, not your best work. you couldâve done better by connecting your first paragraph with the second using grantâs reading. conclusion lacked punch, too. all the best. ââ OM
Every time youâd read the words scrawled in blue ink, youâd felt a pair of eyes on you. But you chalk it up to Osamu being a careful grader. A good TA. Someone who cares about his students.
Isla calls bullshit on that. Youâre not really sure how to feel about her stance.
The classroom door opens and shuts again. You donât have to look at your phone to know that itâs nine on the dot. Instead, you and Isla straighten your backs, pull out your notebooks, and focus. Your no-nonsense professor says âgood morningâ in her usual perky manner before jumping right into her keynote presentation.
âDid you all find the reading okay?â Professor Lee asks an hour into the lecture.
A chorus of âyesâs fill the air. You bite your lip, wondering if revealing that you didnât understand shit will out you as the class idiot. Or maybe your silence is telling enoughââ maybe the people in the seats beside you have noticed the grimace on your face and are having thoughts like âgee whiz, am I glad Iâm not dumb like herâ. Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sometimes you really wonder if youâre smart enough to be here. Occurrences like these do nothing to dispel your insecurities.
You vaguely hear her ask something like, âAny thoughts about the reading?â Itâs not that youâre actually dumb. Itâs just that this class is ridiculously hard for an introductory course, even for a graduate programme. From the start of the semester til now, fifteen people have dropped the class. Thereâs just twenty of you left. Guess a ridiculously hot TA canât save a courseâs drop-rate.
Before you can make your mind up on what to say, your professor moves on from her question.
As you look off to the side of the room for a break from your thoughts, you find a pair of blue-grey eyes pointed in your direction.
Everything about you, from the expression on your face to the way your muscles tense, makes you look like a deer caught in headlightsââ even though he was the one caught staring in the first place. So maybe your shamelessness works on a scale.
Miya Osamu lifts one corner of his mouth.
And as if the exchange hadnât happened at all, he looks back down at his laptop and continues typing.
The rest of the lecture goes through one ear and out the other.
âEveryone, I believe Osamu has something he wants to say,â Professor Lee says as everyone begins packing their bags.
The raven-haired TA slides out of his seat and sits on top of his desk. âYeah.â Osamu clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. You notice how the muscles in his arms bulge from the movement.
âWhipped,â Isla mutters, grinning mischievously.
âHim for me,â you whisper back, though your eyes do travel back to his face where they shouldâve been all along. Osamu catches your gaze and holds it. And then he looks away again.
âNow, I know youâre all Nobel prizewinners in the making,â he begins, garnering a round of snickers and giggles from your classmates. Most people say that cliques dissolve in college. That thereâs no such thing as popularity amongst graduate students. That much, you agree with. But no one ever said anything about popular teacherâs assistants. Especially smart, attractive, witty teacherâs assistants like Miya Osamu. âBut in case you didnât understand the reading or would like to develop a deeper understanding of it, donât hesitate to email me. Iâll try to host a review session all of us can attend.â
Professor Lee smiles appreciatively at Osamu, adding, âThatâs a wonderful idea, Osamu. Guys, please take this opportunity if you struggled with the reading. I know eighty pages is a lot, but our next three classes are structured around the concepts in the reading and the mid-term next week will almost exclusively be about it, too.â
Well, shit.
Hi Osamu,
I was wondering if I could get some help with the reading from last class. To be frank, I couldnât make it past page 15 and Iâm lost like a snot-faced five-year-old in a shopping mall on Black Friday. Sorry. Thanks in advance!
Regretfully,
Y/N
MS Candidate
College of Agriculture and Life Sciences
Haikyuu University
From: [email protected]
no problem. is 5 pm tomorrow at jackâs okay? we start on the concepts from the reading next class so i want to get you up to speed asap. let me know. thanks.
OM
PhD Candidate
College of Agriculture and Life Sciences
Haikyuu University
Itâs five minutes to five when you pull into the parking lot of Jackâs Diner. The shiny, retrofuturistic eatery is a university favourite but the empty parking lot tells you itâs completely deserted right now (and rightfully soââ who eats dinner before six?). The black BMW parked a few spots from your car, however, says that youâre not alone.
Osamuâs figure comes into view as you reach for the handle to the front door of Jackâs. The twenty-six-year-old sits by himself at one of the bright red tables in the back, typing away on his dark grey laptop.
His head lifts up at the sound of the opening door. Osamu calls out your name and waves you over.
âHi,â you greet with a smile, sitting down across from him.
âHey.â
You look around before leaning forward on the table. âIs anyone else coming?â
âNo.â Osamu sits back in his seat. âI thought about hosting one big group, but then I realised that itâd probably be stressful for the staff here.â He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. âAnd I had a hunch that everyone would have different questions. Forcing everyone to review concepts they already know is a waste of time.â
At first, you nod. That makes sense. But then you furrow your brows. âSo how long have you been here?â
Osamu blinks. He hadnât expected you to ask about him. âHmm? Oh.â He taps his phone to check the time. âJust a while.â
Quirking a brow, you ask, âAnd how long is âa whileâ to you?â
âSeven hours,â he admits, chuckling lightly when he sees your jaw drop. âA lot of people had questions. They just donât act like they do. Anyway, time flies. Really, it does.â Quickly, he clears his throat and sits forward. âSo, about your email.â He grins. âNot sure if you meant it to be funny, but it was.â
âIâm glad my distress was entertaining for you. Do you TA just to watch grad students suffer?â
âPerks of the job,â Osamu says. His grin widens when you giggle. Heâs never heard you laugh before and he realises at that moment that itâs really nice. And then that same grin falters. Gracefully, of course, and imperceptibly to you. But not to him. Is it okay for him to be⌠thinking things like that? About a student? But youâre not really his student since heâs just the TA. Right? Osamu ignores the weird feeling that comes over him and clasps his hands together at the edge of his laptop. âBack to your email. Can ya tell me what youâre confused about?â
Three hours and two Impossible Burgers later, you suddenly understand everything about food molecules so well that you wonder why youâd even been confused in the first place. But besides that, youâve also picked up things about Osamu. As a person and not an idea. Not that youâd been actively searching for fun facts about your TA. But theyâd stuck to your brain like gum at the bottom of a desk. He likes to slip sarcastic quips into a conversation every now and then. Eats burgers upside down (âThe right way,â as heâd said, smirking). Is friendlier than he looks.
âYouâre really good at explaining things,â you comment as Osamu shuts his laptop closed.
âWell, I kinda have to be,â he says. And maybe itâs the mental fatigue catching up on him or the fact that heâs real fond of the reason why he can break big concepts down into morsels but suddenly, the rest of his thoughts spill out his mouth like wine. âI have a twin brother with potato salad for brains.â
âOh?â
And before he can stop himself, he tells you about Miya Atsumu, the pro-athlete youâve definitely heard of but never gave too much thought. And then you hold onto the fact that they were both on the volleyball team and you ask of which school, so then he tells you about Inarizaki, the high school he attended, and then his decision not to go pro to go to college, and thenââ
âSorry,â he laughs, cheeks turning pink. âYou probably didnât need to hear all that.â
âNo, itâs fine,â you sayââ and you mean it. âYour life is interesting.â
Osamu leans back in his chair. âWell, Iâm sure yours is, too.â He holds your gaze like itâs the key to your presence. Itâs an invitation. The kind that comes from people who donât really know if they want you around but also donât want you gone.
You take it.
Osamu shouldnâtââ he really shouldnâtââ but he wonders about the things you didnât tell him the entire drive home.
Isla laughs when you tell her about what happened at Jackâs. You lay in bed with your phone next to you on speaker, your face turned on your pillow so that youâre staring out the window at the city below.
âHe wants you,â she sings.
âOr he was just being nice.â
âMethinks not!â Isla giggles. âHeâs intrigued, girl! Youâre like that cute little new mystery in his life and he just wants to get to know you.â
âI think he was just being polite.â
âOr heâs crushing on you!â
âIn your dreams.â
âYou mean yours? Boo, youâre no fun today. Usually, you go along with the jokes.â Islaâs tone is playful on the surface but full of implications.
A few silent seconds pass. Yeah, you think, agreeing. I do.
âGirl,â Isla drags out the word in a high pitch, saying it like a scientist says âeurekaâ. âYouâre not playing along anymore because itâs real now. You're actually catching feelings!â
âAm not!â you laugh.
âThe Y/N I knew wouldâve said ânah, bitch, heâs catching feelingsâ and I think that says all there is to say.â
âOkay, I think heâs cute but itâs not a crush,â you concede, grinning. âAnd heâs the TA, Isles. Itâd never happen.â
âNot while heâs still a TA in a class you take.â
âIsla.â
âAsk him out once this semester ends! Unless youâre chicken.â
âIâm not asking him out.â
âKnew you wereâââ
âHave you seen me? Heâs asking me out.â
Miya Osamu walks through the door at eight-fifty as usual that next morning, dressed in his usual button-up, holding his usual cup of coffee. But this time, as the rest of his tall frame passes through the doorway, Osamuâs eyes subtly scan the faces in the lecture hall, lingering for just a while over yours. The corners of your lips turn up. You hope he saw that.
âBitch!â Isla whisper-screams. The students sitting around you turn around at the noise and grin at each other when they realise itâs just Isla being⌠well, Isla. She shoos them away jokingly.
âWhat?â you whisper back.
âCare to explain why our TA was literally eye-fucking you?â
âThat was hardly eye-fucking,â you retort. âMaybe like an eye-handshake.â
âYeah, a naked eye-handshake where his thang is handshaking yourâââ
He does it again the next class.
And the next.
And then he doesnât. Miya Osamu walks through the door to Food Chemistry I at eight-fifty in the morning in a navy blue button-up with a cup of coffee in his hand and looks through the rows of seats in the lecture hall for your face, only to find it missing.
He debates pressing the matter.
hey osamu,
i wasnât in class today because iâve been sick with the flu (no big deal, just feel like iâm dying). a classmate sent me pictures of the slides from today so i think i should be fine, but is it okay if i email you with any questions? thank you very much!
miserably,
Y/N
MS Candidate
College of Agriculture and Life Sciences
Haikyuu University
From: [email protected]
y/n,
of course. sorry to hear that youâre sick. let me know if i can do anything to help you. the midterm is next week. get well soon.
OM
PhD Candidate
College of Agriculture and Life Sciences
Haikyuu University
âYou writing that the midterm is next week did not offer me any peace of mind, by the way,â you say, spinning around in your chair as Miya Osamu enters your pod in the library.
He offers you a wry grin. âHello to ya, too.â
âWas that an accent?â You thought youâd heard one at Jackâs, but you couldnât be sure because itâd been so spotty.
Osamu slips into the seat beside yours and pulls out the laptop in his messenger bag. You catch a whiff of his cologneââ something spicy and woody, but clean. It suits him. âNice catch. Yeah, I speak a regional dialect. Took me a while to smooth it over but it still resurfaces every now and then.â
âWhy?â
âIt just didnât seem fitting for a PhD candidate, I guess,â Osamu explains, opening the slides from the class you missed. A day after your initial exchange, youâd emailed him again (with a much clearer mind) and asked if he could go over the slides with you in person.
i literally feel like iâve been given the homework from russian lit, youâd written. except the russian has been translated to hieroglyphs and my task is to choreograph an interpretive dance based on the hieroglyphs.
Osamu had snickered when he saw your email. that doesnât even make sense. must be the fever talking, heâd been tempted to write. But that strange feeling had come over him again, the one thatâd screamed at him to keep it professional, goddamnit, so heâd played it safe instead and sent is eight pm at the main library okay? He hates that youâre getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears heâs a lot more interesting when heâs not, well, a TA.
âI think itâs fine,â you say, smiling. âI like it. Itâs you.â And suddenly, youâre wondering if itâs okay to be complimenting your TA. If itâs okay to say that you like things about him, or if that crosses some grey, unclear line. Is it weird to treat your TAs like theyâre your friends? Itâs not like TAs are real teachers. Right?
A grinââ wide and genuine and almost excitedââ grows on Osamuâs face. He rubs the back of his neck as his eyes flit over to the laptop screen. âThanks. Really.â
You nod. But you feel like thereâs more that he might want to say, so you wait.
âI got a lot of shit for it when I came here for my masterâs, yâknow. Not to my face, of course, but people would refer to me as âthe guy with the accentâ. A professor once said it made me seem crass. Said itâd hold me back in my career.â
âSo you changed.â
âAdapted,â Osamu corrects. âItâs hard to admit but conforming is sometimes all you can do when you donât have the power to change the system. Canât really make everyone suddenly respect a dialect.â
âAnd after youâre finished with your PhD, youâll go back to speaking in that dialect?â
Osamu looks out the window and smiles, probably imagining the plans heâs already made about the future. âYeah.â
âWhat if you have to speak the standard language at your job? Like, your boss is all, âhey man, if you donât speakââââ
âIâll be the boss.â
âOh?â
And with a little more prodding, Miya Osamu tells you about the restaurant chain he plans on opening after graduation, the slides about food additives left completely untouched.
The librarian knocks on your pod a few minutes before eleven to tell you theyâre closing.
âShit,â Osamu murmurs, running his hands through his hair. Youâre still laughing about something heâd said before the librarian interrupted himââ one of his stories from high schoolââ and he thinks that youâve completely forgotten that the reason you came to the library was to catch up on the material you were already behind on. And now youâre behind on that. But you look so carefree right now and, actually, youâre very pretty and youâve got such a good heart and itâs a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you.
He says your name as his chuckles grow softer. âItâs pretty late. Howâre you getting home?â
âIâve a bike,â you reply. Itâs good for the environment and is a pretty solid form of exercise if you do say so yourself. Sometimes you just donât feel like driving.Â
Osamu presses his lips in a thin line. Would it be too much to offer you a ride? âI can drive you home. Itâs really not safe for you to be alone outside, especially near midnight. You can get your bike tomorrow. Or Iâll get it for you.â
He drives fast. Not the unsafe fast that speed demons drive at, but the kind of fast where you know heâs got some edge to his character. You bring it up to himââ especially since itâs nighttime, for godâs sake, he could hit somethingââ and all he does is remind you how there are lamps as bright as the sun lining the entire road to your dorm. And the fact that you live in the least accessible dorm on campus.
âA twenty-minute drive?â heâd exclaimed when he saw the GPS monitor.
âA bunch of roads are closed for construction. Itâs a ten-minute bike-ride because I can cut through campus.â And suddenly feeling a little burdensome, youâd added, âSorry. I can still bikeâââ
âNo.â Heâd held his hand out in front of you, gesturing for you to stay in the passengerâs seat. âItâs not a bother at all.â Because it wasnât. Osamu was⌠happy. Not that heâd admit that.
âSo this BMW,â you start in a teasing tone.
Osamu smirks. âA gift.â
âCan I guess from who?â
âSure.â
âAtsumu.â
His brows rise. âColour me impressed.â He hadnât expected you to remember anything heâd said about Atsumu. Or maybe he had but told himself otherwise to lower his hopes.
âIâm smart like that.â
He snorts. âNot if you keep distracting me and using your review time toâŚâ hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you⌠ââŚgoof off.â
You grimace. âYeah. Sorry about that.â
Osamu makes a turn down a familiar street. It dawns upon you that you're ten minutes away from your dorm and suddenly you wish heâd just make the wrong turn at the next intersection so that you could talk to him some more. It can even be about the health benefits of fish or the molecular makeup of kaleââ you donât mind. You just want to be around him longer.
âI think youâre really smart,â Osamu says quietly. âI think youâre not processing the readings because youâre distracted, or just not fully applying yourself. Obviously, last classâs slides are a different thing, since you were absent. But you really are smart. Iâve seen your papers.â
You bite your lip to hide your grin, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. âThank you.â You look out the window, too jacked on dopamine to think straight. âI think I still need you, though.â
And that innocuous little sentence floats right out your mouth into the air, settling between you like a little wedge before either of you even realise it. Neither of you says anything. You marinate in the awkwardness before stuttering out a clarification. âTo, um, to explain things. Yâknow, since youâre, uh, so good at⌠explaining things.â
Osamu clears his throat and chuckles stiffly. Thereâs a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks. âThanks,â he says, looking straight ahead. He canât even look at you. Fuck. Itâs so awkward. âIâll try to keep⌠explaining things.â Fuck. What does that even mean?
A few uncomfortable minutes pass in silence. The night canât end like this, you think. It canât when everything else had gone so well. You still have to see him for a few more months. âDid you know,â you start, catching Osamuâs attention, âthat Jackâs Diner has a location in Italy?â
âOh?â he asks, making the final turn to the street where your dorm is. He actually hadnât.
âYeah. I asked the owner about the chain a while back. Have you ever been to Italy?â
Osamu shakes his head. âIâve been to Paris, though. To see a friend. Heâs a chocolatier.â
Now, if Osamu had been your friend, you wouldâve said something like well, letâs go to Italy together, except heâs not. Heâs your TA and youâve been reminded that enough tonight. So instead, you say, âWhen you open that restaurant of yours in Italy, let me know.â
âThatâs gonna take a while,â he laughs. He appreciates how you said âwhenâ, though. And he tucks that little bit of confidence you have in him somewhere deep in his mind so that it doesnât get lost.
âIsnât that just seven hours?â you shrug, grinning. Osamuâs BMW pulls up outside your dorm and parks as he marvels at what you just said. Youâre amazing. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face your driver.
âThank you for driving me,â you say, offering him a smile.
âYeah,â he replies.
You stretch out your hand. With a puzzled look on his face, Osamu grabs it and shakes it. Firmly. You canât help but notice how nice his hands are. Calloused for sure, but they feel nice.
âGoodnight, Osamu.â
âGoodnight, Y/N.â
He watches you jog into the building before driving away. And itâs like youâve possessed his car or something because the smell of your shampoo and perfume is everywhere and itâs too much but itâs also not enough at the same time and he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesnât turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head.
But he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him.
Weeks melt into months. You turn in essays after essays for Food Chemistry I, each coming back with detailed commentary in an all-too-familiar blue scrawl. All your other classes go wellââ extremely well, actually. You might just end the semester with a 4.0 if Food Chem doesnât fuck you over. Isla still tags you in memes on Instagram. You still tell her about everything that happens with Osamu.
Speaking of.
âThatâs the wrong equation,â he says behind your ear as he settles in the seat beside you. The sound of his low voice so close to your ear sends a small shiver down your spine. âYou gotta switch the hydrogens.â Osamu knocks on your skull lightly. âWhatâs goinâ on up in there? Ya got somethinâ on your mind?â
You laugh and elbow him in the side. âShut up, âSamu.â Heâd told you during one of his office hours that heâd gone by that nickname because he had a teammate with a foreign name in high school. It sounded so cool, heâd said, grinning.
I think Osamu sounds pretty cool already, youâd teased.
And heâd replied, Letâs trade. I like yours, you like mine, why not share?
You teeter on the line between friends and less-than-friends and, oddly enough, more-than-friends. Sometimes you still play it safe. Sometimes he pauses between texts and real-time conversations, no doubt to scrap an instinctive reply for something more âprofessionalâ. Sometimes you say things that make him look at you with the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he calls Atsumu to scream about you.
âSânot a no,â Osamu points out. Heâs dressed in a black sweater and grey trousers today. Youâre suddenly reminded of how the weatherâs been getting colder when someone opens the door to the university cafĂŠ and lets in a gust of chilly autumn air.
âOkay,â you admit, setting down the pencil. âI just⌠donât really feel prepared for this next test.â
Osamu frowns and looks down at your worksheet. âYour process is correct, though.â
âRight, but⌠I donât know. Iâve just not been feeling great about myself lately,â you laugh, looking down at your feet. âFood Chemâs the toughest class Iâve ever taken. And remember how I completely embarrassed myself in that class discussion last week? Itâs not really making me feel like I belong here.â
âImposter syndrome,â Osamu remarks.
âCorrect-o.â
He says your name softly and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. âMaybe youâre not the smartest, but youâre definitely smart. And you belong here. Iâve seen your papers. Theyâre just as great as anyone elseâs and I donât hand out compliments for nothinâ. Youâre gonna do some great things but ya canât improve if you ever give up.â Osamu searches your eyes for a sign of your understanding.
Thereâre a lot of things you want to say but you donât know how to put them into words. âCan I hug you?â you finally ask.
Osamu doesnât even think about it. âOf course.â
He feels you smile against his chest and wonders if you can feel his heart beat faster.
Isla camps out in your dorm as finals come around the corner.
âI donât understand shit!â she wails, throwing her notebook into the air.
âIsles, itâs okay,â you laugh, slipping out of your chair and walking over to her nest in the corner. âYou gotta chill, dude.â
âNot fair! I didnât have a hunk holding my hand through this course all semester,â she retorts, humour glittering in her dark eyes. âI had the Organic Chemistry Tutor and his accentâs cute enough but, girl, you had Miya Fucking Osamu!â
âYouâre literally the worst.â You giggle and sit down beside her. âTell me what youâre confused about. Iâll try to explain it to you.â The way Osamu does.
You text him that youâd channelled his brains later that night.
His reply comes seconds later. all you, einstein.
From: osamu
good luck on the exam
youâre going to kill it
To: osamu
would u like to divulge any⌠information about it? đ đ đ
From: osamu
bye
To: osamu
i was kidding :(
From: osamu
fine. tip #1: write your name
To: osamu
not very helpful. 0/10
From: osamu
keep running your mouth and 0/10 is what your scoreâs going to be
iâm kidding
you got this, y/n
âHoly fuck,â Isla groans as you cross the street to head to lunch at Jackâs. âIf you donât see me next semester itâs because Iâve gotten my grade back and decided to drop out.â
âWhat would you do?â you ask, amused.
âMaybe move to New Zealand. Raise some sheep. Marry a hot, blond shepherd and fuck off to a cliffside cottage.â
âSolid plan.â
âWhat about you?â she asks.
âWhat about me?â
âRemember that conversation we had at the start of the year? About your man?â The two of you reach another red light for pedestrians.
âWeâre friends. Heâs not my man,â you laugh. Though it pains you to. Something about being Miya Osamuâs friend doesnât really sit right with you, but you donât know how to not be his friend. You donât know how to move out of the corner youâve backed yourself into.
âBut you wish he were! And now you can finally hit him with that âHey, Osamu, Iâve been madly in love with you since the start of the semester, wanna fuck like rabbits and then open that store in Italy?â and heâll be allâââ
A throat clears behind you. With wide eyes, the two of you turn around.
Holy fuck.
Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face.
âHeâll be all what?â he asks, eyes fixed on you.
Isla murmurs an excuse and starts walking on her own to Jackâs.
âUm.â You swallow nervously and shrink in your coat. âYou heard all of that, right?â
âYep.â Osamu grins. He grins. Heâs grinning. Heâs smiling like heâs won the fucking lottery and you honestly donât know what to do with that information.
âSo, like,â you look down at the sidewalk and kick at a pebble, âwhat are your thoughts about that?â God, you could die. ââCause I know youâre a TA and itâd probably look pretty bad and I donât want anything bad to happen to you because I like you and itâs cool if we justâŚâ
Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. âMy thoughts,â he says, âare that I want to kiss you.â His fingers lift your chin up. âWhat are your thoughts about that?â
Well, shit. âI think thatâs pretty cool, yeah,â you breathe, eyelids fluttering shut as his face comes closer to yours.
He tastes like mint. And his lips move softly, slowly against yours like heâs savouring the moment. And then you feel his hands snake around your waist to pull you closerââ closer because you both are tired of forcing the distance between bodies that want to be near each other, closer because heâs thought about kissing you just like this for so long, closer because you remember the last time heâd touched you was three days ago and it was just a brush of his fingers against your arm and that feeling of wanting more haunted you for the entire night. But holy shit, Miya Osamu is kissing you. Heâs kissing you.
And then he pulls away. His dark eyes flit over yours. âI,â he breathes, âI need your course load next semester.â
âWhat?â you ask, disbelief written all over your features, chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. You just kissed, for God's sake, and he'sââ
âI need to know which courses not to apply to TA for,â he grins, cupping your face in his hands. âCanât be teachinâ in a class with my girlfriend as a student.â
âSo weâre official?â you ask, beaming.
âIf you want,â Osamu replies with a smirk.
You grab the front of his coat and tug him down for another kiss. âHell yeah, I want to be official.â
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Iâm a Mess (Jackson Rippner X Reader)
Request: Jackson Rippner x Emotionally unstable female reader.
Fandom: Red Eye
Warnings: Emotional instability, inadvertent self-harm, anger, grief, anxiety, depression, blood, kidnapping, estranged families, favoritism, sibling rivalry, neglectful parents, angst with a positive ending.
A/N: Writing this now because I am also emotionally unstable and want Jack to make it better...
Donât cry donât cry donât cry. You told yourself over and over again. Keep it together.
Ha. You werenât stable under the best circumstances. Being kidnapped was not the best circumstances.
No matter how handsome the kidnapper might be.
âCollateral, to make sure your parents do what we want them too.â
Thatâs what heâd told you.
Lashing out, your fist connected to the mirror, shattering it. You looked down at your now bleeding hand, and the splinters of glass sticking out.
You cried. You just wanted to go home. But, you managed to wipe the tears, and put on a brave face.
You unlocked the bathroom door, and saw your kidnapper, Jackson Rippner, standing at the end of the hall.
âI broke your mirror.â You said, your voice dull. Jacksonâs shocking blue eyes dropped to your bleeding hand, his stunning blue eyes softening.
âWhat happened?â
âTake a guess.â You said sullenly, and started to slink past him.
âThat needs to be looked at.â
âI can handle it.â This isnât the first time Iâve picked a fight with glass.
âSure.â He said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed your upper arm, and pulled you back into the bathroom.
He barely glanced at the shards of mirror on the floor, and got you to sit down on the edge of the bath.
âDo you often pick fights with glass?â
You shrugged, not looking up.
Jackson frowned, and gently lifted your hand, beginning his task of removing the slivers of glass from your knuckles.
You sat still through it all, avoiding his eyes, and refusing to wince no matter how much it might hurt.
Then, the irony of your situation hit you, and you werenât sure whether to laugh or to cry.
A half sob escaped your lips, and you tried to hold back your tears.
âAre you okay?â Jackson looked genuinely concerned.
âNo. Iâm a disaster actually. A total mess.â You sniffled. âI just donât know whether itâs funny or sad that youâre the only person who has ever actually been there for me after... I do shit like this.â
****
Jackson sat back upon hearing your words, seeing the bright pain in your eyes.
âYour family-â
âOnly notices to scold me.â You scoffed, tears spilling over your lashes. âI broke a vase when I young, tripped and fell into it... and cut my hands in the process. My mother was more concerned about it than me.â
Jackson didnât know what to say to that. He had been watching you for weeks, and hated seeing you in pain.
Heâd known you were suffering from emotional issues... but not like this.
âIf you really wanted leverage against my parents... you should have taken my brother. Heâs the favorite... not me.â
You started crying again, and Jackson reached up, gently caressing your cheek with his hand.
Your eyes fixed onto his, but you did not pull away.
âOn the bright side, this may finally get their attention.â You said, laughing bitterly.
â(Y/N), itâs going to be okay.â He promised, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
âI highly doubt that.â
Jackson sighed, and went back to bandaging your hand.
âI just want someone who cares.â You sniffled.
At the words, he gently took your jaw in his hand, and kissed you.
***
After recovering from the initial surprise, you found yourself kissing him back.
When you pulled back, he brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
âI care.â He said softly.
***************
It had been three months since youâd run away with Jackson, three months since you started to take steps to improve your well-being. Such as cutting your family out of your life, and speaking to a therapist.
You still struggled with your emotional instability, but Jackson was always right there beside you, helping you get through it. He gave you the support no one else had ever given you.
For the first time in years, you were happy.
#Jackson Rippner x Reader#fem reader#emotional instability#tw emotional distress#neglectful parents#anxiety issues#tw self harm#self harm#accidental self harm#hurt/comfort#Cillian Murphy x Reader#red eye#cillian x fem!reader#cillian murphy imagine#cillian murphy#Kit writes requests#jack rippner#angst prompt#angst with comfort#angst with a happy ending
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The pastaâs love language Part 1
Jeff The KillerÂ
Protectiveness
 this is the most obviously way the bastard man lets you know he cares about youÂ
Behind the asshole tsundere attitude and I-donât-give-a-fuck attitude about life lays another smaller asshole and buried deep under that lays the small boy that picked a fight with three bullies to protect his loving brother
Weather itâs him decking o**enderman for being creepy or saving you from a tricky last victim it seems Jeff always knows when your in troubleÂ
So low-key about it you never really notice his eyes on you until youâre being helped, and even then you never notice how they never leave
Jeff is like a dog, but not the loving wagging tail dog, the asshole that stands on your feet with his sharp claws, rips open your pillows and terrorises the mailman so much your mail is delivered by drone.
but he is also the dog that late at night sneaks onto your bed and whenever thereâs someone strange approaching you on the street at night stands in front of you and bares his teethÂ
Physical TouchÂ
Jeffâs love isnât soft
Jeffâs love is as rough as he isÂ
Jeffâs touch is soft head-pats after you put someone in their placeÂ
His touch is high fives after a successful mission where your hands linger together
His touch is quick side hugs before he goes off to go do something stupidÂ
Cheeky neck kisses in front of others to make you flusteredÂ
fingers running though your hair or down your sides whenever he gets boredÂ
easiest way to get cuddled by this man? after a mission when heâs too tired to act like a tsundere Â
Jeff is funnily like a cat in this regards, his cuddles are fun but he has to want to, otherwise itâs deemed as unnecessary
Defensiveness
Jeff isnât a rational manÂ
So when he gets jealous his first response is to just stab the guy and runÂ
Ass a traumatised stubborn teen Jeff is quick to anger but he toeâs the line (aha reference) at when people disrespect youÂ
Is he an asshole to you all the time?
Yes
Is he the only person who can be mean to you?
Yes
Despite what everyone thinks Jeff does understand the difference between mean teasing and just being an assholeÂ
And if your someone like me who shows your love to people you care about by teasing and being mean to him heâs gonna understand if your friends are the same wayÂ
What he does not accept is anyone who dares treat you like your lower than themÂ
thats when he pulls out his knife and commits stabby stabbyÂ
Ticci TobyÂ
Physical TouchÂ
Unlike Jeff when Toby is in love heâs a touchy feely person
And once again unlike Jeff when it comes to cuddles Toby is most likely to be the one to initiate cuddlesÂ
On a good day Toby recharges with touch
Most of the time heâs all over youÂ
His favourite way to cuddle is him on the bottom with you on his chest and your face buried into his neckÂ
If you cuddle with him like that theres a 97% chance you are not leaving any time soonÂ
He loves to hold your hands alot, Toby hands are an eternal mystery as sometimes their cold as fuck and others their super warm
After a really bad day when heâs had his alone time and recharged (which can take as long as a week) he just wants to lay with you a bitÂ
this usually happens when heâs burnt out (missions do not help)Â
on days like that he wants to be held in your arms and rest his head on your chest
that way as he falls asleep he can hear your heartbeat and know your safe and aliveÂ
ComplimentsÂ
Toby is an asshole, but heâs a lovable assholeÂ
And on a good day when heâs happy and in love heâs acting like a lovestuck school boyÂ
Heâs the type to give you either the cutest nicknames or the weirdestÂ
One day heâll call you love the next MustardÂ
 His compliments are the sweetest thing ever because of how special they areÂ
instead of complimenting something basic about you (well not basic but well seen by everyone) he compliments you on some of the most obscure things that you didnât think anyone noticed about youÂ
âI love how fast you talk when you get excitedâ
âI love easily you get along with sallyâ
âYour eyes glow in the sunset, itâs really prettyâ
Ben DrownedÂ
Space
Ben is an antisocial person.Â
Heâs not bitter about it but most of the time he prefers to keep to himselfÂ
Ben understands if his partner isnât like that, but one of his ways of showing love is giving them space to be their own personÂ
While Ben does love to spend time with you and share interests and hobbiesÂ
He is a human demon? ghost? thing that loves alone timeÂ
And by giving you space and your own time alone itâs his way of letting you still have freedom to be you
Ben recharges his social battery with a quiet atmosphere so alone time or cuddle time is his favourite thing to do with you when heâs down
Donât get me wrong he loves cuddlesÂ
But that doesnât mean heâs going to be clinging to you 24/7
Acts of service
Ben is a patient personÂ
Despite what people think all his years of gaming have taught him a lot about taking his time and how easier it is to get things done when heâs chillÂ
So heâs quite alright with doing things for people when they need helpÂ
But even so heâs still his own personÂ
So he doesnât usually do it for free unless itâs for someone he really cares aboutÂ
And thatâs when you come inÂ
Ben is basically ready to do anything for youÂ
Will Jeff call him a simp? Yes, will he care? NoÂ
In the end of the day heâs getting ass and Jeffâs not
AnywayÂ
You could ask him to hack the government for you and he wouldÂ
But basic shit is him bringing you snacks he stole from Jeffâs room when your hungryÂ
He just likes making you happyÂ
Physical Touch
Ironically enough in complete contradiction of the first one Ben actually loves spending time with youÂ
Not all the time, otherwise in his opinion the time he gets with you will feel less specialÂ
But when either of you have a bad day he likes to either cuddle you and take a nap or hold you while you both/ he plays video gamesÂ
Benâs a ghost? Thing so his body is always coldÂ
Thatâs one of the reasons why he loves holding you so much is feeling your warm body against himÂ
He likes to nap on your tiddys because 1) heâs perverted and 2) he likes to hear your heartbeatÂ
He finds the sound of it fascinatingÂ
Sometimes he feels his pulse just because the shock of not feeling anything is fun to himÂ
Ben is probably one of the easiest pastas to dateÂ
Heâs like a house cat
Just give him attention and water and he can fend for himself all goodÂ
Eyeless JackÂ
Giving Gifts
Jack in love is a very very confusing thingÂ
Not because heâs contradictory but because the way he flirts sometimes ties into his demonic animalistic tendenciesÂ
For exampleÂ
His gifts to you can sometimes be very sweet things that instead are normal gifts like flowers or chocolates but instead small things like breakfast in bed after a stressful mission (He may or may not use his acting like a doctor as an excuse yes EJ is the mansions doctor fight me bitch)
and then other times itâs organs like a heart or an eyeball, bones or a skull (sometimes animal) and sometimes even teeth, if your lucky most of the time once more they just belong to some pour animal in the woodsÂ
and they say romance is dead
Jacks way of showing love is sorta a mixture of how some birds gift their mates things to flirt and how cats give their owners dead animals
Heâs cute I swearÂ
Acts of Service
Unlike Ben jack isnât going to drop everything to please youÂ
but once again the way he shows his love is more casual(?) (I mean he gives you dead things to show his love that ainât casual)
and if heâs in a good mood/ had a good day then more often than not youâll find yourself being spoiled in a completely Jack way?
Youâre thirsty? He made you both coffee/ tea/ hot chocolateÂ
Youâre on a mission and itâs raining? Take his jacket (not like heâs gonna die from the cold)
Youâre hungry? Take a snack from his secret stash that no one else is aloud to go through (though most of the time itâs filled with organs)
Jack hates it when his lover is stressed so he likes to do whatever he can to help them outÂ
Physical Touch
I hate to sound stereotypical but Jack does this the most because he is extremely touch starvedÂ
Trust me heâs not into PDA at all but behind closed doors heâs finding any excuse he can get to touch you ( with your consent )
he loves sleeping together because usually at night heâs reading or trying to piece together his broken parts
But when heâs holding you in his arms, and whispering how much he loves you in your ear when heâs sure youâre asleep he feels like he doesnât to be wholeÂ
that he canât expect you to fix him at all, but being with you is enough to make him feel like instead of being broken, being fractured is alrightÂ
But weather itâs his hand on your cheek on your hands laced together Jack likes to feel your skin against hisÂ
fucckkkk Iâm tired, this like took three days, youâre getting a part two when I donât feel like my headâs trying to kill itself and no I did not spell check this nor will I ever as spellings for pussys and people who graduate schoolÂ
#Creepypasta#Creepypasta x Reader#cp#Cp x Reader#Imagines#Headcanons#Ticci Toby#Ticci Toby x Reader#Ticci Toby Imagines#Ben Drowned#Ben Drowned x Reader#Ben Drowned Imagines#Eyeless Jack#Eyeless Jack x Reader#Eyeless Jack Imagines#Jeff The Killer#Jeff The Killer Imagines#Ticci Toby Headcanons#Ben Drowned Headcanons#Eyeless Jack Headcanons#Jeff The Killer Headcanons#x reader
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Hooked
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ch. xli - t'was a ~ joke ~
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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?
Mingi kept moving next to you, making you whine and softly pinch him on his taut stomach. He chuckled goofily before putting his phone away on your nightstand, "sorry princess, the boys were talking," his voice was still deep after waking up not too long ago and slipping into your bed.
You groaned, burying your face in the crook of his neck whilst your arms wrap around his waist, your fingers traced shapes on his bare skin.
He chuckled at your sleepy habits, finding you're most adorable when you're stuck between consciousness and unconsciousness.
"Princess," he called out. You hummed in acknowledgement, nudging him nonverbally to continue. He rolled his eyes at your lack of response. His hand moved to pinch your inner thigh, making you jolt up in surprise, eyes widened as a yelp escaped you.
The finger that pinched you then moved to caress the spot softly. His lips peppering soft kisses on the side of your head and on your forehead.
"If daddy asked you a question, you better answer him, you know how much I dislike when you're being silent," he muttered lowly.
You pulled yourself away from his neck slightly to stare straight into his eyes while pouting, "m' sorry, daddy," you told him. You leaned forward to connect your lips with his.
When both your lips touched each other's, you felt Mingi smiled against your lips. His hand that was caressing your inner thigh trailed upwards slowly. The feeling made you giggle as it tickled you but when two of his fingers pressed against your clit, you gasped against his mouth.
He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and began exploring. As his tongue grazed yours teasingly, his fingers began moving along your clothed slit and back and soon it turned into a full rubbing motion.
You whined into his mouth when he suddenly slipped your panties and sleeping shorts to the side and slip a finger in you. Mingi chuckled when he felt slick ran along his fingers, he detached his lips from yours briefly, "starting to get turned on, princess? Like it when daddy plays with you?"
Even though you were focusing yourself on how Mingi's pleasuring you, you know he'd punish you if you didn't give him a verbal answer. So you nodded as your eyes fluttered close when he rub on your clit with his thumb as his fingers pushed deep inside you. "Yes, daddy, I fucking love when you play with me,"
Mingi chuckled, pleased that you hadn't forgotten your training. To reward you, he connected his lips with yours again, your mouths melded together as they moved together in motion. All the while your hand moved to cup him from his boxers. You felt Mingi smiled against your lips when you began rubbing his cock in unison with his hand that kept rubbing against your own pussy.
"You trying to outdo me, princess?" he asked, teeth biting onto your bottom lip teasingly which made you giggle at the tone of challenge in his voice. But you just shrugged in faux innocence at him.
Seeing how cheeky you were being, he licked his lips hungrily. "Let's see who can make the other cum quicker," he smirked before pulling your sleeping shorts and panties off. Following his lead, you tugged his boxers off as well and began working him to get him to cum.
Both of your faces had expressions of determination, wanting to prove to the other that you have such an effect on the other. You bit your bottom lip to prevent your smirk from growing even more. He was looking back at you with such determination and intensity, his stare shot arousal straight to your core and coincidentally it was when he pinched your clit, making you gasp.
"Gonna give up soon, princess? Come on, I know you wanna cum," he said smugly though he was pouting at you. You scrunched your nose whilst simultaneously pressing your tongue along the slit of his tip. When he let out a choked gasp, you smirked at him, "what about you, daddy? I know your morning wood must be uncomfortable." you mocked him, faking a pout just to annoy him.
Mingi growled at your taunt. He fucked his fingers into you quicker to make a point. You squeaked when he suddenly slipped his fingers out of you to slap your clit harshly. As your back arched, Mingi realized that he knew just how to get you to cum quick.
Soon he began a new rhythm of pumping his fingers into your hole and switching to rubbing at your clit furiously and harshly, even smacking your pussy a couple of times.
"D-daddy, th-th-that- ah, that's c-ch-cheat-ting," you whined at him. Though you tried, you couldn't keep jacking him off as you wanted, the rhythm of your hand faltered. The pleasure he gave you was too much to handle, your mind clouded with lust.
Just as you felt like you're going to cum, Mingi pulled his hand out of you and simply flip you so that your back is on his chest and you were on your side.
"Daddy, what the heck?" you whined, displeased at what he just did, "I was so close!"
Mingi pecked the side of your head, "I'm sorry baby, I just need to be inside you and if you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum because of my dick," he said.
Before you know it, he grabbed one of your legs and lift it up as he aligned his tip to your entrance. "Baby, are you ready?" he asked. You nodded eagerly, hips moving so his tip would brush on your slit, making you sigh in relief.
Though Mingi scoffed at your desperation for him, he slipped himself into you slowly. You let out a shaky exhale at the feeling of him stretching you out slowly, you felt every inch of him against you.
"Remember the first time we were together? You could barely have even half of me and now you're taking me like a champ, a desperate, cock-hungry champ," he moaned next to your ear. Your hand reached back to take his hand and wrap it around your waist, "you moulded my pussy so it's perfect for you," you told him, looking up at him with a slight smirk.
With the way you two were pressed together, you could faintly feel his heartbeat quickened most likely in excitement at your words.
Wordlessly, he rushed to connect your lips again. He held you as close as he could to his body, seemingly desperate. As his lips melded with yours, his hips began moving in a slow, sensual motion.
Usually, Mingi would fuck you in a quick pace. The impatient man would work to get you two off as quick as he could. But right then and there, he wasn't trying to fuck you. There are feelings lingering in the way he was holding you tightly, his thrusts showcased his desperation to connect on a deeper, more intimate level.
You gasped when he thrusted in you and his tip grazed your sweet spot. His hand pressed on the tiny bump in your stomach, both to feel himself inside you and to make sure that your body connected the whole time.
"There, princess? Did daddy hit your spot?" he mumbled against the skin of your cheek. You moaned out a 'yes' and dropped your head back onto his shoulder. "Y-yes daddy, please, w-wan-t mo-re," you whimpered as your eyes started to flutter close, focusing on the way he's moving in and out of you with each thrust.
"There, princess? Did daddy hit your spot?" he mumbled against the skin of your cheek. You moaned out a 'yes' and dropped your head back onto his shoulder. "Y-yes daddy, please, w-wan-t mo-re," you whimpered as your eyes started to flutter close, focusing on the way he's moving in and out of you with each thrust.
Despite your plea, Mingi maintained his pace. You were so used to the rough pounding he usually gave you that you started to get frustrated.
"Mingi, I-I swear to God if y-you do-o-on't-"
Your protest were cut off when the hand that rested on your lower stomach slapped your pussy harshly. You felt his teeth bit your earlobe and tugged on it, "that's not how you're supposed to address me, baby, you know how much I hate it when you forgot your place and manners," he clicked his tongue at you.
Initially you had thought that he'd punish you, but to your surprise, he used the same hand to rub at your clit. The contrast between his slow yet powerful thrust and quick work of his hand quickly built your climax.
"No, no, baby, you're gonna let me cum in you first before you get to cum, alright? You gotta wait," he grunted. You hadn't realized that you were affecting Mingi too. The strain in his voice was evidence that he was close as well. One of the things you noticed about Mingi was that he's good in masking his climax until the very last seconds before he break.
Wanting to cum quickly, you reached behind and began fondling his balls, grazing your nails on them and giving them light squeezes. Mingi responded by biting onto your shoulder harshly which then in return made you squeal and squeeze his balls.
Surprisingly, he came right after, he unloaded himself deep in you. You feel his warmth filling you up to the brim. His hips halted, knowing him, his butt was probably clenched, but his hand never stopped its work on your clit.
"Come on princess, cum for daddy," he spoke lowly next to your ear. As his hand focused on making you cum, you began rolling your hips so that you could fuck yourself on his dick. He groaned at the overstimulation, something he's not used to receiving as he's usually at the other end. But he didn't complain about it especially when you began cumming whilst calling out his name repeatedly.
Both of your sweaty, shirt-clad bodies were still pressed onto each other, as you both came down from your high. You closed your eyes and leaned into Mingi even further, trying to catch your breath after the morning exercise.
Mingi was softly rubbing your hips, a smile on his face as he watched the way your chest rose and deflate.
You turn your head to the side and drop a small peck to his jaw, a smile also on your face.
The both of you stayed like that for a bit, giggling like two idiots over nothing before eventually detaching from each other and began pulling your bottoms up back to their original place.
As you sat up on the bed, Mingi stood up and stretched. You rub your eyes, a tiny bit of sleep still clinging onto you. Mingi tugged on your hand and nodded his head to the door, "come on, we can use a pancake after the exercise, the boys are probably waiting for us,"
You rolled your eyes at him but you let him pull you up to exit your room, "you didn't tell them we were having sex, did you?" you asked, knowing full well he probably mentioned it when he opened the boys' group chat earlier.
A cheeky grin rose on Mingi's face, "I didn't tell them we were having sex," he stated.
But when you arrived at the living room, the other boys threw you both a knowing look. Yunho was even snickering teasingly.
"Didn't tell them my ass," you muttered lowly, making Mingi chuckle.
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Honeymoon Headcanons: Mayans Edition
Characters: Angel, Coco, EZ x F!Reader
Miami (Angel)
It wasnât difficult at all to decide where the two of you would take your honeymoon. When you werenât gonna be naked, Angel wanted you in sundresses and bikinis. You wanted him in linen shirts, and to feel him up in a club. Couple that with you both wanting a tropical environment, and Miami it is.
Angel letting you handle the accommodations, because you seem to know more about what you wanna see/where you wanna go than he does. He only cares about a bed and shower for when heâs not taking you in the inappropriate places. He just hands over the cash, though he complains about his hurt wallet.
Angel hard as a rock when he sees your new name on your plane ticket.
The two of you nearly missing your flight because your husband needs to âshow his wife he loves herâ.
You babying him on the flight, because Angel has never flown anywhere before.
âMami, itâs perfectly valid to feel like a flying toaster canât safely get you anywhere but a casket. Which they canât even put you in, because youâll be everywhere!â
Cue you distracting him with kisses and dirty words in his ear, which gets you initiated into the Mile High Club
Barely making it into the cute little condo before the two of you are at it again, collapsing in the late hours to jet lag and mutual satisfaction.
Your first official day is spent dragging Angel around the humid streets. Knowing he stresses easily if you plan things too tightly, and wanting to wing it yourself. Itâs surprising how well you to fit in, it almost feels like home.
Angel switching from being jealous, because your tiny cotton sundress is attracting more than just his attention, to him kissing all over your dewy skin because so much of it is visible.
You getting as jealous as Angel, because it seems like each place you drag him to has openly interested ladies. Itâs the white linen shirt that he wonât fully button no matter how many times you try to make him.
Angel basking in the attention, and even playing it up to force you to be the one to initiate inappropriate public sex.
Smirking when you break after a woman pays for his (and unintentionally yours) order at a small cafe you stepped into and you snap and drag him to a hidden place.
âI only love you querida, mi alma.â he whispers in your ear when he bottoms out inside you.
You two are a beautiful couple. Photogenic as all hell. Alone, neither of you have a problem attracting interest, but together, you make people want to be seen around you. Thatâs why you have no problem club hopping to all the exclusive places.
Angel taking photos and videos of you dancing because heâs so enthralled. He canât wait to show your kids one day when they ask why he fell for you, and he explains how full of life you are.
Getting enough liquor in Angel to get him dance somewhere away from the club, especially since he (lies) and says he canât.
You and Angel competing to see who can get the most people to buy your drinks + the two of you losing track because you both get drunk.
A quickie in the coatroom is the prize, Angel fucking you to the hypnotic beat.
Spending a few hours apart the following day, only to still keep texting and FaceTiming each other until you met up, touch starved, at a small restaurant.
Deciding to spend the rest of the day at your Airbnb laid up under each other after Angel scores weed. Teasing Angel about his monetary complaints when you spend all night enjoying the small backyard pool.
Angel thanking God for getting an adventure loving woman as his soulmate when you wake him up the next afternoon to inform him you rented jet skis for the day.
You being impressed when, while jet skiing, Angel silver tongues your way into an invitation to a nearby yacht party out of the host.
FaceTiming Gilly to make him jealous that you two are doing Hookah and drinking Casamigos in a hot tub.
Angel ramping up the mockery when EZ and Coco appear on screen, attracted by Gillyâs whining. Everyone looking overworked and salty, while you and Angel are living your best non-sober lives.
Slipping away from the party to one of the rooms on the boat, because once again, you and Angel never know when to stop teasing each other before it ends up in sex.
Feeling bold enough to suggest that since Angelâs been documenting so much of the trip, that maybe he should film this too.
The aftermath being a surprisingly sweet series of kisses and confessions where the two of you express how thankful you are to have found each other. How you canât wait to build a forever together.
Marfa + Roswell (Coco)
No one knew how you got Coco to agree to travel for your honeymoon until you finally revealed where you were going. Splitting a week between Marfa and Roswell.
You and Coco are that âweirdâ conspiracy, incense, and weed couple, so it makes sense.
Giving Coco an edible before you leave, because like Angel, he doesnât fuck with air travel like that.
âThey got me with that bullshit in the military, but that was out of my control. You askinâ a lot right now, youâre lucky youâre cute mujer.â
Coco getting progressively handsy during the flight as the edible hits. Eventually, you stop fake-fighting his neck kisses and forward touches.
Also like Angel in that heâs unafraid to become a member of the Mile High Club.
The ride from the El Paso airport, to the car rental place, to Marfa takes far longer than Coco would like.
Heâs used to long stretches of trip on his bike, and when you notice him becoming antsy, you distract him with interesting facts about Marfa.
The entire time, Coco canât help but think that youâre the perfect road trip co-pilot, only to realize he actually meant his life in general now.
Coco proud as hell when you fall in love with his accommodations choice like he did. The colorful airstream trailers of the El Cosmico hotel are the two of you through and through.
You both trying to be responsible adults and refresh after travel, but continuing to get lost in each other during the whole process.
Shower sex -> Making out while drying off -> Touching while searching through your bags for something to wear -> bed sex -> repeat
Looking thoroughly mauled when you finally manage to get Coco off of you and into the car in search of food the next afternoon.
Coco being happy you canât cover up due to the heat, while you wonder what superpower he and his boys have that let them wear flannel and long sleeves in the heat.
Dragging Coco to a cute cafe you saw on instagram, and him knowing, by the hipster design of it, that his wallet is about to cry.
Stealing food from his plate, and laughing at him sucking his teeth and whining when he catches you.
âYouâre stuck with me forever now Johnny soooâŚ.get used to this.â
âSmall price to pay for that I guess.â
Finding small shops to go to and being Siamese twins in every one. Coco showing he has good taste in a lot of things one might think he wouldnât. Him opening up his wallet at everything you 'ooh' and 'aww' at. He canât help it, he likes you happy, and your kisses and adoring looks are addicting.
For almost everything you get, Letty gets something too. Neither of you wants that tantrum when you get back.
You fighting yourself to avoid the art supply store, and Coco not having it.
âI have so many supplies already, itâs an addiction at this point.â
âSo? Get some more. Itâs our week, we shouldnât stress about shit.â
Coco bragging on your talents and successes to the art shop cashier when you checkout.
âCocoooo.â you murmur hiding your face in his shoulder, arms around his waist.
âDonât be shy ma, youâre fucking amazing. I love your skills.â
Cue the cashier swooning at the two of you.
Finding unique liquor stores and getting tipsy on samples. It becomes twice as fun when locals, and other tourists alike, start discussing the Marfa lights with you, and you and Coco impress everyone with your ideas.
Being invited to a bonfire smoke session with the other El Cosmico guests when you get back.
Sketching Coco by the firelight, because heâs the most beautiful thing youâve ever seen in that moment, and now heâs officially yours.
The sex being on another level of intimate that night, because all day you and Coco have been engaging in your respective love languages, and it culminates in mutual need for each other.
The drive to Roswell being more tolerable for Coco, but he still misses his bike. Your excitement about AlienFest is so palpable however, he quickly forgets.
Your hotel being more conventional, but the people you meet making up for it. Finally, you and Coco arenât the weirdest ones in the room.
Taking the time before the festival starts to check in with friends and family and accumulate odd souvenirs for them. You believe Coco is intentionally getting them stuff theyâll hate.
âTaza wonât wear that baby, he has better taste in jewelry than UFO earrings.â
âOk, but can he bitch about us not getting him anything? Plus, you can guilt anyone into anything.â
Doing cute edible pastries at the festival.
âYou know Aliens are demons right? Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard were doing summoning rituals in the Mojave in 1946, and Roswell was the following year.â
âWord?âŚShit. Tell me that again when weâre not rolling. I wanna read about itâŚâŚâŚyouâre so smart mami.â
Coco realizing between every snack stop, every dance he shares with you, every trinket you pick up, and every little conspiracy tidbit you share, that youâre his wife now. That the peace heâs been feeling all week, that he thought heâd never have, is going to be his new normal.
New Orleans (EZ)
You and EZ both enjoy engaging with history and culture, and felt that your honeymoon should be built off of your shared interests. During your meticulous wedding planning, it was decided New Orleans would be the honeymoon destination. It didnât hurt that you missed your southern roots too, even if you werenât from New Orleans.
Traveling with EZ is a dream considering youâre both pretty organized, together people. Heâs not afraid of flying, but youâre always a little nervous.
EZ being Best Husbandâ˘ď¸ and soothing even the most minor of your stresses by turning your attention to the excitement of your trip and your new relationship status.
Teasing EZ in-flight wonât get you Mile High Club initiated, because he finds it much more entertaining to punish you by letting you work the both of you up, and making you stay that way for the duration of the flight. Heâs got enough will power to suffer through it, because your soft whines make it worth it.
The airbnb is everything it was promised to be, and youâd appreciate that later, but all you can think of is your husband when you step through the door. Thatâs the other half of why EZ likes to leave you waiting. Your aggression and exclusive desire for him gets, and keeps, him hard.
It rains the following day, which is just as well, because neither of you are quite ready to stop physically expressing your love for each other. The day consists of ordering food, falling out of your clothes and onto each other, separating to read, falling back on each other, and quick naps.
Angel sending mocking texts in your Reyes group about how youâre trying to turn his brother bamma like you, only to stop when you threaten him with no souvenirs.
EZ and you taking responsibility for your own tour because letâs face it, you both know exactly what you want to see, and can plan a more satisfying tour for the both of you. You take turns deciding where to go next.
When itâs his turn, EZ picks an art museum, and canât quit smiling about it. You think itâs because he picked a place he really wanted to go to.
âBabe, I have a surprise for you.â
âWhat?â your excitement always makes EZâs heart race with his own.
He hands you the guide brochure he picked up at the door, folded to the section he wants you to look at.
âFaith Ringgold exhibit?!â
He hums and nods, grunting when you knock into him with a hug.
âThank you for thinking of me. I love you.â you look up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears and he just kisses you, afraid heâll cry if he says anything.
The two of you avoid the tourist trap spots for lunch and find a cute family owned cafe. You order for the both of you based on what you know about southern cuisine and both of your tastes.
You love watching EZ fall in love with the food as he keeps asking âCan you make this?â about everything he eats.
The two of you walking through the Garden District in the evening. Hands swinging between you with no plans but to admire the beautiful homes and foliage.
EZ noting how awestruck you are, and you describing what you love about the historic, towering homes.
He catches that when you describe what your dream home in the area would be, he and your future children are mentioned frequently, and it makes butterflies dance in his stomach. He can picture your family in the yards around him.
The two of you almost make it back to your Airbnb, but give into your baser urges after all the domestic conversation. EZ pulls you into an alley for a quickie, the two of you fighting to silence the otherâs vocal expression.
You teasing EZ after that heâs more like his brother than he thinks. Him teasing back the two of you wouldâve been caught and arrested if he was like Angel.
The following day is relaxed and less planned. The both of you getting thoughtful gifts for each member of your family, blood and otherwise. EZ scores major points for the gifts he suggests for your mom and dad, and you kind of want to jump him again.
EZ is glad youâre impressed, but itâs nothing to him. It all comes naturally because he loves you so much, and refuses to be anything other than the husband he knows you deserve.
AN:
I didnât want to add this, cuz I wanted to end on a sweet note, but you just know Angel would accidentally send that vid to one of his boys.
Personally, I lose it for shit like this. Anything domestic in writings is my jam, so I decided to make these headcanons.
- Fun fact: Jet Ski is kind of like Bandaid in that itâs become the generic term for âpersonal water vehiclesâ, but itâs actually a specific brandâs name for their PWVs. I learned this while writing this enjoyđ.
#mayans mc#mayans imagine#angel reyes#angel reyes x reader#coco cruz#coco cruz x reader#ez reyes#ez reyes x reader#reader insert#angel reyes imagine#coco cruz imagine#ez reyes imagine
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a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 3
A/n: I know it took me ages, and I'm sorry, but it's finally here!! I don't know when part 4 will be up, but I know the plot, and by the time you finish reading this, you'll know it too!! Filth is coming. Also, since I posted the first 2 parts weeks ago, under the cut you'll find a small summary of what happened so far! Ofc, I'm linking the previous parts as well! Have fun reading, sorry for taking me so long, and please, don't hesitate to tell me what you thought! (Iâll reblog it with the taglist, otherwise it doesnât show up in the tags!)
Summary: after Henry lost it during a fit of jealousy, he sneaked into your apartment, his actions having some very different repercussions from what he initially intended. SMUT 3.9k
Warnings: please be over 18!!! mentions of smut, masturbation (male receiving), sightly/some somnophilia, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry, cum play if you squint and ofc, mentions of filming and sharing pornographic material. 18+ please!!!!
You can find part 1 here and part 2 here!
Quick recap: Henry's crush on his very sweet and younger neighbour (you lol) grew into something else when you asked him for help with taking some pictures for your onlyfans account. Following this, your relationship reached a very teasing level, which prompted Henry to take matters into his own hands, even if that meant crossing some lines. So when he found out that you and a specific man from your past were on a voice call, he just had to know what exactly was being discussed. This jealousy fit had him using his spare key to enter your apartment and eavesdrop, and this is where chapter 2 ends. Have fun reading the next part!!!
âNoâ you sighed, waving your arms around, desperate to get your point across. But it was mostly useless, nothing even remotely decent would ever manage to penetrate Steveâs thick skull. He was a dumbass with a heart of gold, so you couldnât even blame him for messing things up on purpose, you just learned the hard way not to take his advice under any circumstance. âNo, Steve. I wonât do that. Not a chance!â
âHun-â he scoffed, rolling his eyes as a smirk showed up on his lips, âWhen have I ever been wrong?â
âReally!?â you giggled and then sighed, âListen, I gotta go to the bathroom and youâd better forget about this topic by the time I come backâ
âWait, wait. Ok, fine. Scratch thatâ Steve laughed, stopping you from getting up, âWhen have I ever been wrong on purpose?â
âListen, I know youâre just trying to helpâ you smiled, âBut I donât think your experience in seducing girls with daddy issues benefits my situation in any kind of wayâ
ââCourse it does! I can give you some perspective!â
âPerspective on what?â you mocked, playfully frowning at him through the screen on your laptop, âYou and Henry have nothing in commonâ
âThe dick for oneâ Steve joked but when he saw you roll your eyes, he became serious, âIâm just tryin to help you hook up with the guy! Thatâs allâ
âSee!?â you laughed, already exasperated by the conversation, âIâm not trying to hook up with him, I want something moreâŚâ
Your sentence was cut short by the sound of a door closing. Your blood ran cold and your hands froze, eyes staring blankly into the camera.
âY/n?â Steve asked with worry, âWhatâs wrong?â
âWait hereâ you mumbled, pushing the laptop off of you and rushing to the door of your bedroom. You pressed your ear against it, and listened closely, the sound of a lock being turned chilling you to your bones. With shaky hands, you stumbled your way back to your bed, and looked into the camera, directly at a somewhat already worried Steve. âI gotta go-â
âWait-â Steve tried to ask, âAre you-â
âYeah, Iâm fine, talk to you laterâ you hurriedly mumbled before ending the call. Your fingers flew across the screen of your phone, finding Henryâs name and pressing the green button in the blink of an eye.
And had he not been this utterly stupid and reckless, none of this would have happened. His impulsivity got the best of him, and panic rushed through his veins when he heard you were about to head to the bathroom. Pressure did him no good, and the first thing that came to mind at that point was to bolt out of there, knowing there was absolutely no way to explain what he was doing in your apartment. But his shaky hands were of no help, and the dexterity he earlier proved himself capable of was nowhere to be found. However, he didnât care. He just stormed out, happy to finally breathe again as soon as he was out of your apartment - but when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he felt like dying all over again.
With your heart beating inside your throat, you grabbed your bedside lamp into your free hand, and curled yourself into a ball in the corner of your room, opposite to the door, the sound of the ongoing call being the only thing you heard over the loud buzz in your ears.
âYeah?â Henryâs voice rang loudly when he finally answered, making you all but jump with fright.
Had you paid more attention, youâd have noticed he too sounded out of breath, but you were too out of it to tell. All you could think about was the psycho what was at your door.
âHenry-â you cried, voice shaky as the intake of air was no longer satisfying. You were hyperventilating, sweating from every pore, scared out of your mind.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice more stern now. âY/n? Are you ok?â
âYeah- yeahâŚâ you said on autopilot, mind on standby. âNoâŚâ You whimpered, âHenry, can you- I think someone is trying to break into my house, I-â
âWhat!?â he gasped, âIâm sure no one-â
âHenry!â you cried into the phone, âCan you please look through your peephole? Please?â
He sounded confused, but you didnât have to ask him twice. You heard a bit of shuffling before his voice reached your ears again, âThereâs no one there, thereâs no one at your door, you can relaxâ
âNo-â you whimpered, unable to calm down, âHenry, please-!â
âIâm coming over right now,â he said.
âNo! No, what if theyâre still in the hallway?â
âThereâs no one there, loveâ Henry tried to reassure you. When you heard him unlock the door of his apartment your heart stopped, but after that, everything was quiet.Â
âAre you ok?â you muttered, wiping your nose with your sleeve.
âYes, love. Iâm fineâ Henry lightly chuckled, âIâm at your door, can you open up?â
âNoâ you scoffed, âWhat if someone got in?â
âNo one got inâ he tried to explain, but your adrenaline soaked brain refused to comply.
âHenry, take the spare key I gave youâ you suggested, âAnd grab a knifeâ
Seeing how affected and terrified you were, Henry didnât argue with you anymore. In a matter of seconds, you heard the door of your apartment being unlocked, Henry assuring you through the phone that it was him. When he walked inside, you remained hidden in your spot. He checked the kitchen and the living room, coming up to finally enter the bedroom. When your eyes landed on his massive frame, you breathed out relieved and rushed to him, throwing yourself into his arms. There was no other place on Earth you felt as safe as you did when he was holding you.
âShh, youâre ok, youâre goodâ Henry cooed, cradling you to his chest, âI got you, baby, ok? Iâm hereâ
But there was no stopping you. You broke down entirely, holding onto him as your legs gave in, turning into a mess. Henry carried you to the bed, sitting you down and allowing you to calm down at your own pace.
âIâm here, ok?â he asked again, rubbing your back, âI wonât let anything happen to you, Y/n, you know that. Youâre safe, I got youâ
It was impossible to tell just how long it took you to fully calm down, but it was safe to say that it would have taken hours longer had Henry not been there with you. When you were finally able to properly breathe again and hold a conversation, you looked up at him, big doe eyes hoping to convince him without too much of a fuss. âCan you stay here with me, please? I canât be alone right nowâ
With nothing but sympathy in his eyes, Henry leaned down and kissed your forehead, âDonât you think it would be better if we went over to my place instead?â
âNoâ you shook your head, âAnd leave the apartment unattended? I donât think thatâs a good ideaâ
His heart broke. Being his usual, impulsive self, Henry managed to break you down and terrify you to your core. As much as he wanted to reassure you everything would be fine, he couldnât. He couldnât just tell you it was him who broke into your apartment in the middle of a jealousy breakdown. So, he settled for the second best option, and really, he couldnât complain.
It was late in the afternoon on a Sunday, no locksmith on the clock. Seeing how youâd have to wait until the next morning, he was more than happy to spend that time with you.
As time started to pass, you also started to relax.Â
The day slowly wilted a way, as both you and Henry made yourselves busy around your apartment. He wasted a couple of hours installing games on your school laptop as you took a bath, he then cooked you dinner, and by the time the night rolled around, you were your usual bubbly self again. And after watching and laughing your hearts out at Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets, sleep started to creep up on you.
Henry placed one of your kitchen chairs under the doorknob before turning to give you a massive hug, âNo one can get in, darling. I promiseâ
âThank god you live across the hallâ you confessed, snaking your arms under his hoodie as you gathered yourself as close to him as possible. âWhat would I have done otherwise?â
âYou donât have to worry about thatâ Henry kissed your forehead, âIâll always be here when you need meâ
And in that moment, right there, stopping yourself from kissing him turned out to be the most difficult thing you ever had to do. Instead, you settled for his cheek, before hiding your face against his shoulder. âIâll always be here for you tooâ
âThank you, angelâ Henry breathed out.
There really was nothing on this earth you loved more than this man.Â
Getting ready to go to sleep, you changed in your pajamas, while all Henry did was take off his hoodie. With your toothbrush lodged between your teeth, you lingered in the door frame, watching the muscles of his back flex as he bent down and put his phone down to charge.
Toothpaste and drool could very well have dribbled down your chin as you stood and gawked, only releasing you were staring when Henry turned around and a smile made its way up his lips. âYes?â he laughed, but all you did was look him up and down, before returning to the bathroom with a shake of your head.
âOh, Y/n?â Henry called again, following you, âWhere can I find a blanket or some sheets?â
First you squinted, but then you decided it would be best if you just finished brushing your teeth before anything else. After rinsing your mouth, you turned to look at him, utterly unamused. âWhat for?â
âSo I donât have to sleep on leather?â
âYouâre sleeping with meâ you rolled your eyes, grabbing his elbow and dragging him into the bathroom so he could get ready for bed too. âNot up for discussionâ
âOkâ Henry chuckled, looking at you in the mirror. âBut I snoreâ
As if that would make you reconsider. You walked away and into your room, settling under the covers, without another word. About 10 minutes later, Henry joined you.
He fit in like a piece of puzzle and you didnât even try to keep yourself from cuddling into his side. Sinking his head down between the multitude of pillows on your bed, you giggled, crawling on top of him. Without thinking too much about it, you kissed your way down his neck, peppering tens of kisses against his naked chest. You felt his heartbeat under your palm as he breathed in and out slowly, smiling down at you as he enjoyed the view.
âThanks for doing this for meâ you mumbled, rubbing your hand up and down his chiseled abdomen.
âReally, Y/nâ Henry said, wrapping his arms around you, âThereâs no need to thank me. Plus, you think Iâm not enjoying this?â
âOh shut upâ you giggled. The amount of small talk that followed turned out to be exactly what you needed in order to allow your eyes to peacefully close. Despite the events of earlier in the evening, you now felt safer than ever before.
It was just a matter of time until soft snores started escaping past your lips, your chest rising and falling every so softly as you drifted out of consciousness.
But Henryâs mind was nowhere near relaxed enough to drift off. No. You were too close to him, too innocent and vulnerable for him to just let this moment pass. The way you had just thrown one of your legs over his lap drove him insane - your bare thigh too accessible to him.
At first, he just tested the waters. A peck to the top of your head, and a small caress against the back of your hand. You were completely out, and that accentuated his need further.
Slowly moving his free arm down his body, Henry brushed his fingers over his clothed member, grunting out loud when he felt the sensibility in his tip. He bit into his bottom lip out of need to keep quiet, teasing himself just a little as he struggled to decide how to go about things. With the way you were laying right now, it was next to impossible for him to free himself without moving you. And even though at the beginning he tried to avoid that, when you stirred in your sleep, your body rubbing up against his, he lost all kinds of patience.
As softly as he could, Henry pushed your leg back, just a little. Even in your sleep, you craved his touch, as when you felt movement, you involuntarily shuffled closer, but much to his relief, your legs remained on the mattress.
Eagerness controlled his actions as he pushed his pants down his thighs, propping his hips up with difficulty. When his underwear was pulled down and his cock sprung free, Henry hissed with unmatched satisfaction. With his hand wrapped around his base and his eyes on you, he swallowed thickly, his heart beating out of his chest with a demented sense of bliss.
"My baby-" Henry cooed, rubbing his lips across your hairline as he started stroking his cock.
His movements were slow but not calculated in any way. His brain was occupied, forcing his hand to work on muscle memory. But still, he teased himself, rubbing his thumb across his slit just like he liked to think you would.Â
The fear of getting caught was at an all time high as you stirred again. He froze for a second, "That's my good girl-" Henry whispered, looking down at your sleeping frame. As much as he wanted you to take an active part in this, he knew better than to risk it.Â
It was getting more and more difficult to breathe, his back sweating profusely as he pumped himself closer to the edge. His hips bucked, causing the bed frame to creak. Instantly, he stilled, eyes on you, but all you did was rub your cheek against his chest, completely unaware of your surroundings.
"I'm so close for you, my darling" Henry groaned, his throat paper dry as the words left his lips. All he could hear was his own breathing and the unmistakable perverse sound of slapping skin, but still, even above all of that, you kept on peacefully snoring.Â
The arm Henry looped around your frame was now traveling lower, his palm exploring your side until he reached your ass. He softly gripped a handful of your bum, squeezing hard enough to make up for the struggle of not allowing himself to finish too early. But it was reckless and maybe he shouldn't have done so, as his touch all but woke you up.Â
Still overwhelmed with sleep, you barely pushed yourself up, eyes closed as you slightly changed your position. You were now laying higher up his body, your head almost falling off his shoulder. Your breathing tickled the side of his neck as you snaked your arm up and looped it around his frame. Biting down hard on his bottom hip, Henry felt ridiculous amounts of blood rush to the tip of his cock as you refused to settle already.
Rubbing the tip of your nose across his jugular, still mostly out but not fully, you peaked your eyes open, âHenry-?â
âY- yeah?â he swallowed thickly, freezing in his spot.
âWhyâre you awake?â you mumbled.
âJust woke up- had a weird dream, thatâs allâ
You believed the lie without an ounce of doubt, âWanna talk about it?â
âYesâ he whispered, âBut in the morning. Sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep, darlingâ
âOkâ you sighed, kissed his bare shoulder and allowed yourself to drift off again.
Henry licked his lips in a haze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as sweat worked his entire body. God, how he regretted getting himself in his position, but his cock was full on hard, all but leaking at the tip, not so patiently waiting to receive any kind of attention again. He sucked in a deep breath, eyes on you to make sure you were asleep.Â
His heart skipped a beat as your mouth popped open, but your light snores came as the strongest form of reassurance, and he resumed his work. The anxiety of getting caught fueled him, and the heels of his feet dug into the mattress, his hips bucking upwards as he furiously pumped his cock.
It was all getting too much. He was close. Henry threw his head back trying to suppress a moan, but he miserably failed. A choked back wail escaped his now dry lips as his whole body tensed. He squeezed you closer, his fingers lewdly digging into the sweet flesh of your ass. He was crossing many lines but that didn't stop him. He didn't see things clear anymore. His chest heaved, rushing up and down as he fisted his cock, biting into his lower lip as he watched your peaceful expression.Â
It was pure, dumb luck that he managed to spot a pack of napkins laying on the night stand mere seconds before he came. His juices eagerly ran down his shaft as he flew through his orgasm, his saviour napkin proving almost useless.Â
Coming down from his high, he all but managed to calm down, but his mind was still set. He would never get enough of you. And no matter how many times he'd cum, he'd still be down to go again. You had that power over him.
"FuckâŚ" Henry panted. And in the blur of the moment he created, he didn't even stop to process his thoughts. Gathering the few droplets of cum that landed on his stomach, he brought his hand up to your face, his thumb rubbing across your lips.Â
In that moment, then and there, when you unconsciously wrapped your lips around his finger, he almost lost it all over again.Â
"Holy-" he cried again, kissing your forehead. As eager and willing as he was to keep going, Henry stopped himself. He tucked the napkins next to the foot of the bed, pulled his pants back up his hips and settled under the covers.Â
Sleep didn't come easy, but he eventually drifted off. Unfortunately, the clock had almost struck 3am by the time he closed his eyes, and no later than 6:15, your alarm went off.
"No" you protested, wiggling around in search of your phone. "No school- no, thank you"
Eyes closed and cheek squished into the pillow, Henry raised his arm and found the phone with ease, handing it to you without a word.
Squinting under the bright light of the screen, you dismissed the alarm and snuggled back into Henry's chest, his arms wrapping around your body in an instant.
And as heavenly as this felt, it only lasted for about 5 minutes, until your alarm went off again.Â
"Just turn it off" Henry laughed, kissing your forehead, "I'll wake you up after I make breakfast"
"You don't have to" you protested, throwing in a whine or two as you curled yourself around him.
"I want to"
"No"
"Y/nâŚ"
"Ok fine" you sighed, "Thank you"
"No need darling" Henry chuckled and stood up. He once again pecked the top of your head and then he was gone. About one second and a half later, you were asleep again, only to complain when Henry woke you up.
"It's 7" he stated, gathering the blanket in his arms and allowing the cold air to reach your body.
"Give it back" you cried.
"Is that how it's gonna be?" Henry threatened, and despite his dominating tone, you still refused to take him seriously. When you hid your face between the pillows, he deeply sighed, but satisfaction was still audible in his tone. "Fine then"
Taking you completely by surprise, Henry bent down and gathered you in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with absolute ease.
"Henry-" you yelled, "The fuck-"
"Not gonna be late, Y/n" Henry laughed, "Not on my watch"
"God" you giggled along and allowed yourself to be carried to the kitchen.Â
As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, a delicious smell reached your nose. It was probably the first real breakfast you'd had in weeks, so you weren't going to complain anymore. Fresh coffee, toast, avocado, pancakes, hard boiled eggs and a multitude of veggies and fruit awaited on the table.
"I didn't even know I had all this food in my house"
"You didn't-" Henry shook his head, sitting down beside you, "Grabbed them from my place"
"You shouldn't have, but thank you"
"No need" he assured you, "Dig in"
When you were done, and right before you headed to the bathroom to get ready, you turned to him again. "Do you know the number of any locksmiths? I really wanna change the locks"
Following a quick Google search, Henry found a multitude of ads, and after choosing the most trustworthy looking one, he dialed the number as you patiently waited beside him.
Everything seemed to go perfectly well, until he frowned, "No, today pl- [...] No, I'm not locked out of my- [...] You sure-? Ok, ok fine. Ok, tomorrow, first thing, ok, thanks"
"They can't come today?" you pouted as soon as he hung up.
"No, I'm sorry" Henry shook his head, and seeing the disappointment plastered on your face, he spoke up again. "I can stay one more night, if you want to. I'll sleep in the living room-"
"What? No" you scoffed, "It's not thatâŚ"
"What is it then?" he questioned, starting to get worried.
You hesitated. "Its no-"
"Don't tell me it's nothing" Henry commanded, pointing a finger at you. A smile appeared at the corner of your lips as you rolled your eyes.
"Ok, fine. I just- I just had to film today for the- you know⌠That's all, but I can do it some other day"
Henry didn't answer until a smirk tilted the corner of his lips upwards. "Or I could help you?"
"Help me?" you gawked.
"Yeah" he nonchalantly shrugged, "Helped you once before, didn't I?"
"You sure?"
"Yeah" he smiled, "Only if you me want to, of course"
Your knees weakened and your heart was beating in all the wrong ways, so all you managed to do was giggle and shake your head in disbelief. "Well, yeah... I want to"
How were you going to tell him that the video was supposed to be of you fucking yourself with a baby pink dildo? And how exactly was he going to help? You had a long day ahead of you and the ridiculous amounts of school work you had to get done in the meantime didn't allow you to give these questions any kind of priority. All you wanted was for the evening to come around already even if you sweated profusely just at the thought of what was to come.
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Mario Kart
Summary - Y/N decides to engage her brothers and Castiel into Mario Kart, not realizing what she was getting herself into.
Pairings - Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Jack Kline x Platonic!Winchester!Reader, Castiel x Winchester!Reader
Word Count - 1,911 words
"Let's get it!" Y/N squeals, claiming her spot on the middle of the couch. She was practically bouncing up and down, waiting impatiently for everyone to join her. The Dean Cave had brightened considerably since she had added a few redecorations. While Dean initially denied her, she had forced him to allow her to put up LED lights, several polaroids from her camera(they were mostly of herself smiling widely at the camera while Sam and Dean looked mildly annoyed with fake smiles. There was also a real funny one where Sam was unconscious on a hunt and Y/N decided to pose beside him), as well as posters from their favorite bands. Not to mention the added dock to the TV stand to hold her Nintendo Switch that Sam had bought her for her previous birthday.Â
She supposed he regretted it now, since she was forcing him to play a game he'd never even heard of.
He entered the room first, holding a big bowl of popcorn and a soda. Dean followed close behind, Little Debbie packages hanging from his mouth since his arms were occupied with pillows from their bedrooms and a pack of beers for himself. Jack was the only one to come empty handed. He happily took the spot beside Y/N, waving merrily as Castiel also appeared with two sodas(both of them for Beth because he was just so considerate), taking the spot on her other side.
"I'll give this an hour before we switch to movie night, Y/N," Dean warned as he occupied his armchair, which was to the left of the couch. She had discovered this old thing at a garage sale. It had been a rather stressful day because Dean had refused to strap it to Baby and they had to hound what little friends they had for a truck. Since most of their friends were dead, Y/N had hot wired one outside of a bar and returned it before the drunk redneck inside could notice it had even left. She was sure the dent in the bed was there before they put the couch on it. Sam had not been happy about that.
Sam took his own armchair, which was to the right of the couch.Â
"What is it, again?" he asked curiously.Â
"Is the only thing in the media you've ever heard Facebook? You've seriously never heard of Mario Kart?" Y/N asked, happily accepting one of the sodas from Castiel. "Dad really did a number on us. I was introduced to this through Charlie." She got up to grab the number of controllers necessary for four. Jack was eager to try the game, but he was always open to trying new things, something Y/N could appreciate.
After connecting them to the Switch, she handed them out to her brothers along with Jack before returning to her spot on the couch between the angel and nephilim.Â
"If I remember correctly from what you've told me, it's a racing game, right?" Castiel asked.
"Exactly, except with a few quirks to make it interesting. Like, um...I could throw a shell and hit one of them and vice versa. Or a banana peel. I'll give them a trial run before we actually get into it. Are you sure you don't want to try it, Cas?"
Castiel shook his head. "I have seen how you play with Charlie, and I don't want to be on the receiving end of your anger. And I rather like watching you in your element."
Y/N smiled, blushing, before playfully pushing him.Â
"I need to get drunk to stomach this," Dean said, offended as he popped one of the beers open and took a gulp. "Keep the PDA to a minimum guys, you've got a kid next to you. Alright, what buttons do I push to hit Sam?"
"What the hell?" Sam scoffed.Â
"What?"
"We haven't even started and you're gunnin' for me?"
"Uh, yeah!"Â
"Alright, alright! First we gotta pick our player," Y/N mediated, pressing the buttons to get them to the screen full of Mario players. "I already got mine." She moved her icon until it landed on Wendy, before selecting her. "Obviously the best character, hands down."
The three boys maneuvered their icons over different characters, for some reason taking it a little too seriously on who they would choose. Sam selected his first.Â
"Luigi?" Dean scoffed.
"You got a problem?" Sam asked.Â
"No, but...why Luigi?"
"Who cares, I just chose him."
"You have to have a reason, man." Dean shook his head, before selecting his own.Â
"Why'd you choose Bowser, then?"
"Because he's a badass. And he'd beat the holy hell out of Luigi if the games lost their PG rating," Dean shrugged.
Jack hummed thoughtfully, still scrolling. "I choose him!"Â
He selected Toad.Â
"Why him, Jack?" she asked.Â
"I like his hat."
Y/N snorted, but it was a valid enough answer. Once everyone was ready, she selected the settings for the game and then decided to use the time to explain to them how the controls worked and anything else they were curious about. After a few trial races, they were ready for the real thing. Castiel was sitting patiently, his hands on his lap.Â
"You assholes are going down," Dean declared, bringing his remote closer to him.Â
"So much for being appropriate in front of the kid," Y/N sneered, but she was just as ready.
She set the game to go through ten races with a random select for the roads.Â
And with that, they were off.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Dean yelled, nearly jumping to his feet. His first empty beer bottle slide across the floor from his rapid movement. "I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT! I DIDN'T GO NEAR THE GODDAMN PEEL!"
"That might've been mine," Sam stated, smugly. "But Bowser also takes up half the road, so avoiding it was probably impossible anyway."
Dean squinted. "You callin' me fat, Sammy?"
Sam shrugged. "Luigi's doing just fine."
Y/N hid her smile as she hit her own item, snatching that smile right from Sam's face.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, incredulous, the red shell sending Luigi off the edge of the map.Â
"You got in my way!" Y/N sang.Â
It only seemed to get worse from there. What was supposed to be an hour of playing turned into four with the bowl of popcorn thrown across the room at Dean when he had decided to hit Sam three times with three separate shells before snagging first place and doing a lewd dance as a way to declare his victory. Y/N's hair had bristled up, becoming bushier almost as though it were alive. Her right eye was twitching, and her hands were cramping by now.Â
Jack, however, was having a good time. He has gotten last place the entire time, but he was still having fun, and that's what truly mattered.
Castiel, on the other hand, seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack, not knowing whose side he should take because all three Winchester siblings were completely out of their minds, including Y/N.
Finally, it was the last race. Everyone's nerves were shot. Sam's hair seemed even more raggedy than Y/N's, and his shirt was stained with soda because Dean decided to take vengeance by chucking his pillow at him when Sam was taking a big gulp. They had to pause the game for several minutes while Sam fought for his life coughing and wheezing because the soda went down the wrong pipe.
"I'm afraid I must at least attempt to deter you guys from participating in another race. There aren't any weapons in the Dean Cave, but I'm sure you three will find a way to kill each other," Castiel said, worried. "Jack, are you okay?"
Jack nodded enthusiastically. "I'm having fun!"
"I will let it be known if I lose, someone is dying tonight. I will call Billie to fix it, but someone has to die tonight if I lose," Y/N threatened.Â
"Good luck with that, I'm kicking all of your asses, and you can kiss mine when it crosses the finish line," Dean said.
"I don't even care if I win, as long as you guys lose. And I'll make sure it happens." Sam jeered.Â
With that, the race began. Aside from Jack and Castiel, everyone was bloodthirsty. Surely no matter who won, someone was gonna be pissed off. Castiel was making a mental note to grab Jack as soon as possible and escort him out of the room while the siblings brawled.Â
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Y/N shouted, jumping to her feet. "WHO DID IT! WHO DID IT?"
"I did!" Sam happily announced, moving to and fro with the turn of his controller, as though he were in the game himself.Â
"I'm gonna get you, Sam," Y/N snarled, pressing hard on the buttons, trying her best to catch up to her brother, collecting any items she came across, but none of them were good enough, so she kept using them without thinking until she heard Dean curse and also jump to his feet.Â
"THAT WAS ME, JACKASS!" he yelled, completely distraught. "I didn't even do anything this time!"
"You probably deserved it anyway!" Sam shrugged, continuing to maneuver through the AIs to get to the front.Â
By that time, Dean and Y/N had caught up, and with all they had, they used their items to completely screw each other over up until every kart had passed them. In the end, they were the bottom three with Sam first, Y/N second, and Dean in dead last. And for a moment there after, nobody said anything. They were completely beside themselves in utter shock at what just occurred.Â
"What just happened?" Y/N asked, deflating considerably.Â
"We lost..." Sam mumbled.Â
"Screw you guys, I lost overall!" Dean scoffed.
"I won!" Jack suddenly cheered, leaping to his feet and jumping up and down. "I won!"
"You what?" Y/N asked, shocked as her eyes trailed to the top. Sure enough, Toad was in first place. "You're kidding!"
"I can't believe I won!" Jack said, smiling as he high-fived a proud Castiel.
"I want a rematch," Dean commanded, sitting back down and retrieving his controller.Â
"Yeah, me, too!" Sam agreed.Â
"I'm down!" Y/N eagerly agreed, about to grab hers when Castiel snatched it. He went around the room, taking up all the controllers.
"Given that it's five in the morning, and just a couple moments ago you three were ready to quite literally rip each other's throats out, I'm going to recommend everyone get up and get to bed instead," he instructed curtly. "I think we should postpone a future night of games indefinitely, at least for a little while until you three can learn to control yourselves."
"What-but-you can't-" Y/N sputtered.
"Quite literally, I can shut off whatever is necessary so you can never play the game again with just a snap of my fingers," Castiel warned. "Shower and get some sleep. Jody already told us she needed to discuss something at noon tomorrow, and it would be rude if we were tardy. C'mon, let's go!"
With a grumble, everyone got up and cleaned their mess, ignoring each other vehemently as they walked out. Except for Jack; he was practically skipping.Â
There was another good thing about tonight that he knew about. He was the one that triggered the lightning item that really stumped the three siblings and put them at the bottom three.
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