#doesn't it drive you crazy knowing that you'll never know what happened to her?

[astonmartinii]

i hope your finger’s ok!! please take all the time you need and remember you health comes first :) imma be selfish and send you a charles request cause ur writing makes me smile at my phone like an idiot and i can’t help it :p ok so!! charles x versteppen reader? shes max’s sister and drives for redbull (cause im delulu like that) and they’ve been fighting w each other since they were kids (no one knows why they started arguing they’re j petty and refuse to give it up even though they dk what they’re arguing abt anymore) and obvs they’re in love w each other - maybe another drivers flirting w her or smth and charles j snaps and hard launches the reader cause surprise they’ve been dating each other 🤭 holy shit this is long sorry for rambling 🙏🙏

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pairing: charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

enemies to lovers blah blah blah

yourusername

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yourusername: crazy, crazy race. sorry not sorry to the tifosi, tell ur girl @charles_leclerc to kiss my ass not my rear tyre xoxo

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user1: okay they're clearly still in the enemies phase... when can we skip to lovers

user2: i personally love that charles is the mortal enemy of both verstappen siblings that's so slay of him

maxverstappen1: crop me out again and say goodbye to a tow in qualifying

yourusername: sorry maxy, not my fault i got all the photogenic genes xx

maxverstappen1: erm rude @christianhorner tell her to stop bullying me

yourusername: two can play at that game @sebastianvettel tell max to stop being a baby

user3: the way neither christian or seb replied they really don't get paid enough to deal with them

charles_leclerc: what is it with verstappens and their love for pushing me off the track

yourusername: what is it with your front wing and my rear tyre

charles_leclerc: umm i asked you first

yourusername: stop deflecting babe, we all know you love my ass so much you wanted a touch

charles_leclerc: i'd rather deep fry my hands than touch your rear

maxverstappen1: that can be arranged

user4: can't wait for these three to all be in the same press conference next week 🍿

carlossainz55: my favourite person to share the podium with

yourusername: thanks chilli (@tifosi you heard it here sainz is against ferrari 1-2s)

carlossainz55: NO that's not what i meant

landonorris: i see how it is ... god all men are the same AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH FOR YOU?

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maxverstappen1: happy birthday to my bestest friend, biggest rival and favourite roommate. though maybe now you're 23 you can get your own place so you can sneak out to meet up with your secret boyfriend on your own terms and can keep that massive ballsack away from jimmy and sassy. i love you and verstappen dominance 4 ever.

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user7: i love y/n but i think she should bring her cat to races as a scare tactic

yourusername: wrinkle doesn't appreciate your tone but it is duly noted

yourusername: awwwwwwwww i love you maxy !! and you're never getting rid of your little sister unless you get married and ur a big fat nerd so that's never happening xx

maxverstappen1: attacking me after i just bought you a whole ass car

yourusername: i JOKE. thank you soooo much and you'll never get rid of me you love me too much to anyway.

maxverstappen1: enough to finally introduce me to the mystery man?

yourusername: blocked.

user8: are we all just ignoring her doing her literal eyeliner with a knife?

user9: or the fact that max likely walked in and was like oh wait this is a sick shot

danielricciardo: oh no that was me, i'm still traumatised but it's probably the best photo i've ever taken

yourusername: easy to do with a model like me

charles_leclerc: wtf is that thing in the last one

yourusername: rude of you to think ur balls look any nicer

charles_leclerc: what?

yourusername: what?

user10: does anyone want to elaborate?

carlossainz55: happy birthday y/n !

yourusername: thanks carlos, thank you for the flowers 👍

user11: this is either their way of flirting or y/n really couldn't give a flying fuck about carlos' obvious crush on her

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yourusername: another trip around the sun and still following my brother around, difference is now i beat him x

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user16: your honour i am so obsessed with her

maxverstappen1: can't even be angry about it, you deserve the world

yourusername: you softy, i love you

maxverstappen1: also dummy i know who your boyfriend is now did you guys forget that we LITERALLY LIVE TOGETHER

yourusername: i was intoxicated my bad but we bought you breakfast?

maxverstappen1: literally the only reason he hasn't gone over the balcony, he might want to be gone before this hangover wears off

yourusername: noted.

user17: yall want to share with the class?

user18: based on ^^ this reaction i'm going to say it's not carlos

user19: watch out he'll drop a shit pick-up line in a second and be rejected

carlossainz55: hope you enjoyed your birthday beautiful

user20: bro this guy STINKS

user19: i told yall

yourusername: thank you carlos

user21: i'm sorry this is dry as hell it can't be carlos

charles_leclerc: my shoes will never recover, i'll be sending an invoice your way

yourusername: you're a millionaire boo, you can replace those tacky white trainers yourself

charles_leclerc: is having no manners a verstappen trait?

yourusername: come for max all you want, but the birthday girl? low leclerc

charles_leclerc: when you go low i go lower

yourusername: oh believe me i know all about you and going down

user22: DO YALL MIND?

user23: do they think we're dumb?

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charles_leclerc: a weekend without racing?

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user24: what is biden doing about the soft launch pandemic?

user25: well this is oddly timed ...

yourusername: you look like you'd have sweaty hands

charles_leclerc: wouldn't you like to know

yourusername: unlike all ur fangirls i've actually smelt you sweaty after a race so you can keep your hands to yourself

maxverstappen1: you heard her 🤨

charles_leclerc: why are you here? is this a 2 for 1 deal on annoying dutch people

yourusername: you can call him annoying all you want, but you love me don't lie

charles_leclerc: my lawyer says i shouldn't comment on that ;)

sebastianvettel: when will you two stop?

yourusername: sorry seb :(

charles_leclerc: sorry seb :(

user26: i know carlos is sick reading this weird flirting when y/n never comments on his pics

user27: she comes here just to flirt cause she didn't even like the photo

user28: she doesn't even follow him 😭

pierregasly: i love a slow burn as much as the next person BUT NOT WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHO IT IS PICK UP THE PHONE

charles_leclerc: you're so dramatic, nobody knows calmar

maxverstappen1: he's lying i do

pierregasly: WHAT

charles_leclerc: by ACCIDENT i didn't tell him by choice

user29: so like, it's definitely y/n LOL

user30: oh no everyone get ready marca is going to run a story tomorrow about how charles leclerc is ruining carlos' career with psychological warfare by flirting with the girl he likes

user31: sainz sr about to wage war lol

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charles_leclerc: i don't share. i love you. please follow me on instagram now (and let me come on max's jet) x

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user35: HOLY FUCK

user36: they're so fucking sexy my lord

yourusername: you're so weak, one teammate flirts with me and you hard launch, i've had 12 year olds use me as a face claim to pretend they're pregnant with your child

charles_leclerc: they took your face? i happen to quite like it, can they give it back?

yourusername: quite?

charles_leclerc: don't make me look bad you know i positively LOVE YOUR FACE

yourusername: and my ass since it's all you look at on track

charles_leclerc: okay you can drop the act now people know we're in love stop being mean to me :(

yourusername: but it's true, no?

charles_leclerc: rest assured i love your actual ass much more

maxverstappen1: believe me the people she lives with know WAY too much about how much you love it

user37: carlos sainz really thought he had a chance when these fools have been together for TWO years

sebastianvettel: congratulations you two, glad we don't have to watch you two trying to be subtle now

maxverstappen1: so wait when did you find out?

sebastianvettel: about two weeks into the relationship, they were very obvious

yourusername: thank you for keeping our secret dad <3

user38: y/n really said you ARE my grid dad

yourusername: oh no that's my actual dad

charles_leclerc: he's literally going to walk y/n down the aisle

maxverstappen1: please don't tell me you're engaged? i only just got over you actually being together

charles_leclerc: i'm not your brother yet don't worry (i will be soon)

carlossainz55: congrats guys

user39: it's okay bro you can cry

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yourusername: two years with the love of my life, still on max's side on val d'argenton x

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user40: they're disgusting (when will it happen to me)

charles_leclerc: we'll have to agree to disagree

yourusername: just admit it you love to push verstappens off the track

charles_leclerc: sorry babe as much as i love you, i'll never let you win x

yourusername: good thing i always beat you then x

charles_leclerc: either way victory sex still bangs

user41: yes, yes they're cute, but i need a full on play-by-play of how this relationship came to be

user42: i know these menaces were giggling and kicking their feet every time they had an argument in comment sections

yourusername: oh it was very fun

charles_leclerc: but the radio messaged are 100% real lol

maxverstappen1: thanks for having my back, you're welcome for all the gross pictures i've taken for you guys

yourusername: consider your payment like every meal i make us

maxverstappen1: well if i did it f1 would be down three drivers

user43: wait so does charles basically live with them now?

maxverstappen1: unfortunately yes. depressing music, even worse cooking than me and horrendously loud sex with my sister. i should kick him out

charles_leclerc: i literally bought you noise-cancelling headphones?

maxverstappen1: nothing you can say will save me from this trauma

yourusername: just shag daniel and get off of our case x

note: ahhhhh i am so sorry this request took so long, my inbox keeps moving stuff around lol. my finger is good thanks for asking, the human body is a wonder and i peeled off the last of my scab this week lol. i hope this was the kinda thing you were looking for !! xx

[jillsandwhichs]

RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 3 , Crazy girl, even crazier husband

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Pairing: Fem!reader x Leon Kennedy

Summary: Your husband and you go to the movie theatre to watch a new horror movie but this man just can't keep his hands off of you

Status of your guy's relationship in this oneshot: Married

WC: 6.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Zoowee mama there are so many, Making out, Fingering, Tongue licking, P in V, Sorta public sex ?? , No protection, Biting, He fucks you hard in an employee storage room so enjoy :p

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Window's rolled down, music on low, his hand on your thick thigh, your husband was driving you two to the move theatre in town. They were hosting some new random horror movie and the both of you thought it looked interesting, the idea to go on a date and watch it together randomly came up in a conversation last night. He's often times working so going out like this is rare, but whenever it happens, you absolutely cherish it, and so does he.

You could feel his fingers playing with the end of your skirt, occasionally gripping your thigh, his hand even leaving a mark. This is what he'd always do whenever he was driving and you were with him, he'd get you all riled up, all soaked up, and it's tortuous. The way his hand would slide up beneath your skirt was so painful, not literally, but he never even touched you, that made it painful. And half of the time, he doesn't even end up fucking you til way later or he doesn't at all. Such a man sometimes.

He wouldn't even acknowledge how horny you are either, he just knows, he loves making you feel all good inside just you leave you with nothing.

"We're almost there, by the way." You said softly, gazing out the window at the scenery outside. "Good to know, baby, thank you." Leon responded, his fingers trailing up her skirt again, just to simply not do shit. "Jesus Christ." You whispered underneath your breath, praying he wouldn't hear over the music. He was playing some song by Seether, it's all he ever listens to. You swear you know every song and every lyric by heart. Same with Hinder. This man and his early 2000s rock music, you swear.

The view on the way there was pleasant though. Mostly stores and other useless buildings but aside from that, you could spot tall & wide mountains in the distance. They're all able to be hiked too, you and Leon have done it before but in the summer heat, hell no. Luckily, it's autumn, no need to worry about that. Other than the mountains, the sky was gorgeous. That deep orange tint on the horizon was beautiful, it suited the night perfectly.

"What is this movie called again?" "It's called Smile, I don't know, looked creepy as hell." You spoke. "Yeah, yeah, the trailer was fucked." Leon snickered, one hand on the wheel still. "How much cash did you bring?" "Well, I brought my card, so a shit ton." Leon chuckled, "Using me for my money still, I see how it is." "What? You think there was another reason I married you?" You bit your lip, clearly, you were joking. He dug his nails into your thigh, causing your breath shutter. "Be quiet." He hummed, his teasing tone was deadly.

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, he never fails to make you laugh. His humor is great, that's something you two bonded over immediately when you first met. You reminisce on that day often. Ever since, your life has been ultimately changed for the better. Leon was genuinely the light at the end of the tunnel for you, hopefully he feels the same way about you.

Just up a few more blocks was the movie theatre. This one is rather large, it was built more recently too. Only four years ago and it's held up well. When it was first built, you and Leon were still dating, now you're married, time flies by so quickly. The both of you have also been there a couple times before, about four times, each time was so nice. Leon really knows how to treat you. Every single date he takes you out on is special in it's on way. He's a miracle worker.

"Just up here." You whispered out, putting your phone in your little white purse that of course, Leon bought for you. He wasn't a poor man, rather wealthy. You don't know all too much about his job, he'd rather save the details, but from what you do know, he's a federal agent whose under the President, now that's saying something. And it all works out amazingly considering his love language is to spoil you with gifts, dates, travels, etc.. He truly never lets up on spending money on you.

"I know sweetheart." He leered, holding your thigh much more lightly now, his grip more gentle. "I'm praying they have sour patch kids." You snickered, Leon hummed at your comment. He's well aware it's your favorite candy... He's definitely spent hundreds on it. "Figured you'd say that." He snorted, pulling into the theatre parking lot. Surprisingly, it wasn't too packed. To your mental math, there was only ten or eleven vehicles, then again, it was a work night.

"Here we go." Leon grunted at he parked, taking the keys out of the ignition. "Grab my wallet for me, will ya doll?" "Yes babe." You replied, grabbing his wallet as you opened your car side door. Leon got out directly after, walking over to you. "Come here." He held his hand out. You handed him his wallet then grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing it as you walked beside him. He was extremely tall, much taller than you. You were under 5'7, he was 6'2, you rather enjoyed the difference.

That instant hit of popcorn was glorious, it smelt like you'd just entered heaven. There was no one else in the lobby besides you and him, and obviously the workers. Not only did it smell so good, the decor was so retro, you loved the style of it. "I always forget how nice this place looks." You said in awe, loving the late '80s feel. "It is pretty." Leon huffed out before pulling his wallet out, "Go pick out whatever you'd like while I get out tickets." Your husband said deeply, pulling his card out.

You smirked at his words. You grabbed his arm and stood up your tippy toes to get to his ear, "Ask for popcorn please." You were sort of shy, you didn't wanna ask the employee yourself, plus you don't even have money to buy it, so. "I will, go on now." Leon chuckled as he then began to speak to the worker. You nodded, letting go of him and walking on over to the candy stand, they had a lot. But of course, your heart desired the sour patch kids the most, you grabbed them with haste.

You know Leon loves peanut M&Ms, he's always snacking on them, you grabbed a single pack of them for him as well. There was also some warheads in singular packaging, you grabbed ten, five for you and five for him, sour candy is your all time fav. You turned around, gazing over at Leon as he paid for you guy's tickets and the popcorn, you were excited for it. You were a foodie at heart, you could eat, and eat, and eat and never ever get tired of it. That's most likely why 80% of the dates you two go on are dinner dates.

Ambling back to your husband, you handed him the candy, your eyes locking on his. "Good, thank you." He smiled down at you, placing the sweets on the counter. "Good girl for getting my M&Ms." He whispered in your heart, his deep voice making your insides twist up like a pretzel, which was ironic due to the fact there were some in the hot food bar. "Heheh." You giggled, locking your arm with his, waiting on the popcorn.

"Your total is 16.20$." The woman behind the counter stated. Leon swiped his card through the machine, signing his signature too to verify the purchase. You grabbed the popcorn and Leon took your guy's candy, sliding the tickets into his back pocket. "Make it quick doll." Leon said from behind you as you began to butter it up. You loved the salty & savory popcorn, you'd drench it in that tangy yellow butter, but there is a point where it's too much.

Leon set his hands on your waist from behind you, his rough thumbs caressing the little sliver of skin showing from your shirt. You were wearing a tight shirt paired with your skirt, it had been awhile since the two of you went out so you thought it was cute. Despite only little bits of your hips showing, he still showed you he loved it. His nails lightly tickled at your midriff, watching you as you fixed up the food for the two of you. "All done?" "Done." You mumbled, turning around, his hands not moving though.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to your forehead gently before he then simply pressed his forehead against yours, "You're my everything." He hushly spoke. You were honestly caught of guard but maybe he was just in a lovey dovey mood...? "Love you too." You leered, kissing his lips swiftly, not wanting the employees to feel awkward. "C'mon baby, you know that ain't no kiss." He then gripped your chin, his lips settling upon yours for what felt like an eternity. You felt his tounge briskly swipe against your glossy lips, he could definitely taste the cherry.

He didn't go any further than that, pulling away after a few more seconds, "Let's go." He snickered, slipping his hand down your back as he lead you to the room. "You're so fucking crazy." You smacked his abs through his shirt. "Sorry, I just love you, is that so bad?" He acted sort of oblivious. Once again, he's such a man. "It's sooo bad." You dragged out your wording in a sarcastic manner, earning a titter from him. Making Leon laugh isn't too much of an accomplishment, he'll laugh at cat videos on the web.

"Just through here." Leon pushed the door open. The lights were still on too, proving the movie hasn't begun yet, luckily. There was only a couple other people in there, about five, they were all at the front. "Let's get in the back." Leon stated, gripping your hand firmly, "Why?" "Because I said so, be good and listen." He teased. You felt arousal stream over you when he said that, gosh, he's so good. You climbed up the stairs behind him, your hand still interlocked with his as you did so.

You two sat just a couple rows away from the very back, wanting to at least have a decent view of the massive screen. Leon sat down, then you did. "Here baby." You murmured, pulling the two ice cold water bottles from your purse. "Smooth criminal." He joked, taking his and placing it in it's holder. "Their drinks are more than their popcorn, it's ridiculous." You spat out, setting the popcorn in his lap. "Always making me hold it." "Mhm." You giggled. He glared at you, making your heart beat fast. You knew he was playing around but for odd enough reasons, it turns you the hell on.

You took the sour patch kids bag, ripping it out and setting it on the side of your leg, having it tucked between you and the seat. You'd save your warheads for later. "You gonna eat your candy?" "Maybe later, the popcorn is just fine for now." Leon assured you, taking a couple pieces in his mouth. Understandable. You ate a few pieces of your candy, the taste of them was immaculate, it could never get old.

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After ten minutes or so of previews, trailers and commercials, the movie finally began. The lights went dark, setting the mood immensely. You could hardly see Leon's attractive face. "Finally." You uttered beneath your breath, taking some popcorn from his lap and eating it. The buttery, salty taste was too good, you practically moaned while eating it. The title card came on screen, the eerie noise playing in the background really suited the film from what you've seen.

At first, Leon wasn't paying too much attention to you, his eyes glued to the screen, he seemed to be into the movie so far. You tried to be, but that desirable burning feeling deep inside you wasn't doing you any justice. You could feel yourself pulsing, the mere thought of him had your panties soaked. He hasn't even done anything to crazy either, that's how good he is. He's such a dick sometimes. You can't even think about it, it makes you want him more. He can a man be so alluring?

As you snacked on your candy, you nearly lost your breath as you felt his hand slither onto your thigh, just as it was in the car earlier. Each one of his fingers caused an electric wave to course through you. The way they'd slightly lift off of your skin as they squeezed it, it was too much. You could feel as his pinky glided underneath your skirt, seemingly getting closer with his entire hand. "Movie is good so far, yeah?" Leon whispered to you, his hand going fully beneath your skirt now. Curse this man.

You didn't even reply, your body just simply reacted to his advances. You spread your legs open as much as you could in the tight chair, which wasn't too much but Leon definitely liked what you did considering he tightly gripped it, gaining a soft whimper out of you. "Look at how you responsive you are..." He murmured, not even glancing at you, making himself seem like he was just casually watching the film. At this point, you could care less about the fucking movie. You wanted his cock inside you. But maybe... His fingers would have to suffice.

"Finger me." You panted, looking at him, desperation plastered on your beautiful face. Leon didn't listen to your pleas, his pinky finger rubbing over your wet panties. That wasn't good enough, it never would be. You wanted him inside you, you wanted him to feel how wet you were for him. "Look how wet I am baby." You muttered. "Mmm, I can feel princess." He grunted, his entire hand planting itself onto your cunt through your undergarments, you whimpered quietly, needing to keep the act up.

"Please..." You gripped his arm. Leon sighed heavily, his eyes leaving the screen, his eyes locking on yours as he gandered down your body, taking the sight in. "So needy." He teased you. "You gonna stay quiet?" "Yes, I promise, please." You begged of your husband, your eyes never leaving his. "Don't make a single noise." He huffed out deeply, his voice husky. He pulled your dripping panties to the side, his index finger gliding through your wetness, causing you to sigh softly, not making a noise though. "Mmm." You murmured, resting your head against his fit arm.

His index finger continues to pick up your wetness, you could hear him sigh once more, "Fuck." He muttered, the sound of your sopping cunt was so fucking good to him. His fingers made their way to your nub, beginning to rub it with ease, a surge of pleasure bursting in your tummy as he did this. He made small yet fast circles on your clit, earning some subtle noises out of you ; Luckily, he didn't hear, the movie was starting to up itself in volume, good for you two.

"Does that feel good?" Leon purred out to you, his eyes shooting over to gaze at you, his eyes in a trance as he watched your face contort just by his touch. "Mhm." You moaned out hushly, your arms wrapped around his fit arm. "Good girl." He whispered, his fingers slapping your clit as they then went back down your slit, your wetness was practically dripping down your ass and onto the seat, sorry to the worker who'll have to clean your mess up...

His finger went all the way down before he then stuck it inside of you, your tightness grasping around it. Leon chuckled at how tight you were, you never fail to amaze him. He pumped his finger in & out of you, so moderately. "Gotta stay silent, remember that." Leon teased you, his thumb going to your clit, now fingering & rubbing you. This two in one deal was going to be the end of you. "Jesus..." You whimpered, your teeth sinking into his arm, causing him to only thrust his finger into you faster.

Your wetness was louder now, each time his finger went back into you, it sounded like a lemon being squeezed. You love biting Leon, he loves it too. One thing Leon especially loves is when he's fucking you, he's right on top of you, making you lose your sense of reality then you just bite down on his bulk shoulder. Gosh, he loves when you do that to him. His entire finger was drenched in your fluids, it was shining due to the bright lights emitting from the ginormous screen projector.

"Keep it quiet sweetheart." He whispered, a light snicker playing off his tongue. He was such an ass. He knows you can't be silent for much longer. He's bringing you closer and closer and closer to the edge. You fear if he keeps going at this rate, you'll cum and scream his name, like always. "It's so- so hard." You stuttered, your nails digging into his forearm fiercely. "Oh, you can do it." Leon praised you, he knows you can't.

As his singular finger continued it's work, you clenched around him even more as he slid another one in, this time curling each finger with every pump. No one in the theatre had noticed, surprisingly. All of them were mindless souls indulged in the film. You also really wanted to watch the movie, but fuck this was so much more needed than to watch some stupid horror flick. His thumb continued to rub your nub, the most sensitive nerve causing your brain to lose track of itself and your stomach to do flips like it's a gymnast.

"Leon... Baby..." You panted out, your hair getting messy from how much you've been tossing and turning your head. He didn't reply. His face was staring directly in front of him, acting all innocent, no one would suspect a thing... Yet he was finger fucking you, making your pussy clench around his fingers more tightly than ever before. His thumb was stroking your clit with pace, he was relentless on it. It was as if he was trying to gain a rise out of you and knowing him, he definitely was.

"Seriously." You whined, pressing your forehead against his upper arm. This man was going to be the fucking death of you.

"What is it?" He calmly said, still not looking at you whatsoever. "Fingers aren't enough, fuck me, I don't care about the stupid movie anymore." You said with an seductive tone. "Fingers aren't enough, huh?" He chortled as he began to finger fuck you at light speed. You instantly closed your legs, stopping all of his movements. "Don't." You squeaked, removing his hand from between your legs. Leon giggled, his hand gripping ahold of your cheeks sternly as he forced you to look up at him.

"You need me to fuck you?" "Yes baby, please." You mooched off your husband. You needed him and you need him at this current moment in time. "Well, where do you want to be fucked? In here? Where anyone could possibly see? In the restroom? In the car-?" "Let's find somewhere, please." You stated loud and clear, fixing your panties and skirt. Leon get go of your face. "Mmm, lead the way gorgeous." He held your hand, following behind you now. It felt powerful to take charge, to tell him this is what you want.

You both jogged down the stairs but acted as normal as possible, acting as if Leon wasn't just feeding into your dirty needs. Pushing open the wooden doors, you looked around and only saw a bathroom and other doors leading to another theatre area. Leon gripped your hand tighter, trying to indicate something to you. You spun around, looking back at the door behind you. "That's an employees only room!" "I doubt anyone is in here, c'mon." Leon laughed quietly.

He wrapped his hand around the knob, twisting it and pushing the door open. All that was in there was a table, some random movie posters and a counter, probably a type of break room. "Dammit, come here." Leon expired, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. He lessened the space between the two of you as he smashed his needy lips against yours, his moving against yours in a passionate make-out.

Your arms went to his shoulders, holding onto them with care as you set your entire body against his. There was absolutely no stopping between kisses, it was constant. Heavy breathing and kisses were all that could be heard. Leon's hands went from your hips and down to your ass, gripping it hard as he licked your bottom lip, so badly wanting entry. You, of course, granted him exactly that. You moaned into the kiss as he squeezed your ass, slapping it too, he tried to keep it down though. This is technically illegal, so...

As you two made out sexually, he pushed you up against the wall, his hands still beneath your skirt, going from playing with your rear and pussy repeatedly. You'd randomly feel his fingers against your clit for short periods of time. Your nails scratched into his shoulders, you were so into this. Your sense of relief was this. He knew what to do and how to do it to you. Leon's tongue swiped against yours, his practically engulfing yours. He loves doing this.

You slightly stuck your tongue out mid kiss, Leon immediately jumped at the opportunity. He swiped his tounge along yours so deliberately, the sensual texture of it causing your pussy to literally drip more than it was before. Leon then grabbed your chin, tilting it to get a better angle. His entire tongue licked yours, then he wrapped his lips around it, suckling. Your moved your hands from his face and down to his waist, holding onto his shirt for what felt like dear life.

After sucking on your tounge for a few seconds, he pulled away swiftly, pecking you once more and now kissing down your precise jawline. You tipped your head back, allowing him to gain more access. His kisses were so slow and gentle, he really took his time. His heavy breathing was so sexy, it showed how much he needed you. He truly yearned for your presence, your touch, your everything. "You smell amazing." Leon breathed in, giving the end of your jawline a quick nibble. You giggled, kissing his cheek before going back to the same position as before.

Leon smooched down your throat, relishing in your perfume and it's enticing smell. "Mmm, what scent babygirl?" "Honestly..." You began, "I don't fucking know." You chuckled, earning a snicker from him. He licked from the top of your neck and all the way down, leaving a strip of saliva just there. He kissed all along the strip, you couldn't help but whimper, each kiss and every lick was to die for. You couldn't get enough of him. Leon groaned, his hands holding your ass - He couldn't get enough of you.

Making his way down to the middle of your neck, his hot breath sat on that same spot for a few moments before you felt that painfully pleasing feeling of his teeth lightly sinking into your skin. "Fuck." You moaned, your nails sunk into his slim waist. You felt his tongue going erratic on your neck as he continued to bite you. "Leon..." You soughed out, tilting your head to the side even further, wanting him to leave more love bites on you.

Heading you call his name, he pulled away from your neck, he gave you a fast peck before pressing his forehead against yours. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Leon panted, his right hand on the side of your neck where he was just feasting upon you seconds ago. "You make me feel so good." "Yeah?" "Make me feel even better." You whispered, your arms now encasing around his neck, embracing him closely. "Oh babygirl." Leon sighed out, caressing your neck carefully. "I'll make you feel just fine."

Your husband turned around, scanning the room. "Lay down on that table." He snickered, stepping away from you. "Okay..." You giggled, walking over to it. You pulled yourself up onto it, sitting with your feet dangling off. "Lay back baby." Leon hummed out to you, his voice soft. You obliged, laying all the way on your back, your legs bent upwards on the table. You angled your head so you'd be able to watch him. He unbuttoned his black pants, allowing them to drop along with his underwear, revealing his hard cock.

You bit your lip with a giggle. You get so giddy seeing him this way, he's so sexy. "Don't look at me like that." Leon chuckled, placing both of his hands on each one of your knees. "I'll look at you however I'd like." "Oh? Is that so?" "Mhm." You cockily mumbled, placing your feet on his chest. Leon's large hands wrapped around your ankles, rubbing them lovingly as he stared you down. His eyes were lustful, darkness bursting in his iris's. "Look at you." Leon whispered, taking both of your socks off, setting them to the side. "What?" You sighed deeply, your cunt pulsing at his cooing tone.

Bringing one of your feet up to his face, he placed a kiss on the side of it, then on the other one. You weren't into all that feet stuff, neither was he, but Leon will and does kiss you absolutely everywhere. He set your feet back down. Leon's hands went towards your waist, holding onto it firmly as he quickly pulled you down the table, earning a surprised gasp from you. "A warning next time?" You scoffed. "No." Leon responded sternly, being playful with you, per usual.

His fingers trailed up to your panties, locking them into the waistband of them. "I'm so wet." "I know honey, so wet for me, hm?" Leon whispered seductively, never breaking eye contact with you as he pulled your cute white panties all the way off, taking them off of your ankles afterwards. You spread your legs widely for him, the entire view of your core at his service. It was like he was trying to make it not look obvious, but it was so clear he was gazing at you down there. "So beautiful." Leon complimented you, you were his wife after all.

Grabbing his erection, Leon jerked it a couple times, maintaining eye contact with you, only breaking it for a tiny bit to look down at himself. "You have me fucking pulsing." Leon grunted, wasting no time as he swiped his dick through your wetness. You moaned, staring up at him, his tip would stroke over your clit and make your center have an even bigger heartbeat, that's how it felt at least. "I love how I make you get." Leon continued. "All wet, needy, clingy... You're so pretty." Leon shared, kissing your knee again.

You nodded in reply, he was right, he does manage to make you feel all of those ways. "Yeah..." You muttered out.

Without zero warning, you felt him plunge into you with haste, his entire length being grasped around your warm heat. You felt your stomach twist and turn when he did this, it gained a whimper from you, a rowdy one. "Holy shit." You panted out, like a dog on a hot summer day. "Can't wait any longer." Leon cackled, his hands on your hips as he started his movements. Each thrust was life altering. It felt like you were in Heaven with what he was doing. His mouth was sort of open, you could hear his quiet gasps, you were making him feel a type of way too.

You held onto his wrists for stability as he fucked you, his thrusts were causing the entire table to shake, you didn't want it to break or something. "What if a worker hears us? Sees us?" "Well, they'll see a woman being fucked real good by her husband." Leon replied. Could he ever not be snarky? You rolled your eyes, looking to the side, your face contorting as you felt his member reach deeper inside of you. "Don't roll your eyes at me, doll." Leon stated, his hands still on your midriff.

You never looked back at him, your eyes were stained on the other side of the room. Not that you didn't wanna look at him, you just know it'll make you cum sooner, and even make him as well, and you really want to draw this out. His cock moved in and out of you repeatedly, he switched up the pace every other second. One moment he was fast & rough and the other he took it slow & deep. Both ways made your heart beat faster and faster each time.

"Why aren't you looking at me?" Leon groaned out, his left hand groping your tit through your shirt, squeezing it. You didn't answer, you couldn't, you knew if you tried speaking your speech would only be slurred. "Look at me." You didn't listen. You just held onto his arms with more strength, indicating you were going to lose yourself sooner or later.

Although, next thing you know, he stopped thrusting into you. This ticked you off but before you could get a damn word out, you felt the hand that was once on your breast, now pulling your face to face him. "I suggest you start listening." Leon brought himself down closer to you, his body over yours. You nodded your head leisurely, licking your lip, then biting it. His demands were music to your ears. His movements picked up again, but he forced you to look at him. Something about staring down at you as he made you feel certain ways was so convincing.

After a minute, he let go of your face, trusting you'll listen to him now. His hands rested on either side of your head, his dick still surging into your pretty pussy. You felt like there was an imaginary percentage bar of how long it'll take before your orgasm implodes on you, and with each pump, it fills that bar slowly yet surely. "Fucking hell you're so beautiful." Leon moaned, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, his breath could be felt there. "You're so handsome." You added, your hand going up to his hair, playing with it.

You had a feeling he was going to do it, but once he did, it made your core tighten even more than before. His teeth once again made their way into your neck, he bit down on it. "Leon..." You grunted out, your fingers flowing through his soft hair. His thrusts were more slow & deep now, as if he was getting tired or something. It was either that or he was trying savour this special time together. "I'm gonna cum soon." You admitted, your arms going around his head, holding him close to your body.

Leon didn't say a word, he just nibbled on your throat, kissing & licking it every so often. That sharp sting of his teeth was erotic, it made your stomach get closer and closer to granting you that ultimate pleasure - your climax. "Baby... Harder..." You begged, letting go of him and instead grasping the white table underneath you. Once more, hit nibbled your neck, then your slender shoulders, before his face pulled back, going to stare at you again. "Harder?" Leon questioned, his moments all the same. "Yes, please." You tittered, your body so heated up.

Your husband did what he does best - please you. He began to fuck you, it wasn't anything vanilla, no, this was hard. Each thrust was rougher and rougher. Your eyes looked up into his, you could feel that they were watery, you looked innocent, like a doe in front of headlights. Leon looked back at you, his eyes much different. They are loving, yes, but also sexual desire was all behind them, his eyebrows also added onto the darkness of his face. "Don't look at me like that." The man grunted, closing his eyes as he pumped into your tight center.

"No, no, look at me, Leon." You reached up, holding onto his face. Now it was his turn. Leon slowly opened his eyes again, much more coherent than you were earlier. "Yeah..." You murmured, your hands caressing his scruffy cheeks.

Coming onto you was your orgasm, your initial release. You could feel how close you were, each thrust only brought you more and more to the edge. With his dick twitching inside you, you knew he was close to cumming as well. Your stomach was providing you with that all familiar feeling - The feeling of ultimate pleasure. Each time he fucked into you, your breasts would bounce, now that he was going much harder, they didn't get a break. Both of Leon's hands held onto your tits, he continuously squeezed them, he was like a teenage boy with how he was about boobs.

Leon gandered back up from your breasts and back at you, he never realized you were still staring at him. This, oh, it sent him over the edge. Your water colored eyes were like a death trap for him ; In this case, a sexual trap. "Fuck, why do you do this to me..." He grunted as he pumped only a couple more times into your cunt, his seed filling you, you felt the warm liquid shoot inside. "Why would you look at me like that?" Leon moaned, moving into you with short, fast thrusts, wanting to get you finished too.

You didn't reply, instead you just pulled his face down to yours, pressing your lips to his. Leon breathed out against your face, kissing you back passionately. You held the back of his head & neck, relishing in this moment. "Oh I love you." You moaned. "I love you too babygirl." He grunted, his cock still deep inside of you. "Cum for me princess." Leon began, "Have your pussy tighten around me." He stated, his voice husk.

Your breath shuttered when he spoke like that. He was so hot, every word he spoke made you feel all sorts of ways. You couldn't help it, even though you wanted to. You kept your lips against his, your tongue intertwined with his as you suctioned his length inside of you. Your orgasm withdrew you from the real world, your eyes practically rolling in the back of your head, surprised you couldn't see your own damn brain. "That's what I like to see." Leon paused his movements, just admiring his wife as she came all around him.

Both of you just sat there, your body felt super limp, you could feel his cock was soft inside of you. Everytime you guy's finish making love, it's like this. It's like the two of you are at a loss for words. You were still wet, you definitely needed to clean yourself up. You looked around the room, analyzing it. There was a paper towel dispenser by the sink on the other side of the room. "Could you please grab me some of that." You asked your husband. "Sure thing." He sighed gently, pulling out of you and heading over there.

Leon snatched up a few pieces of the towel, bringing it over to you. He didn't hand you them, instead he cleaned you up himself. You just watched him, heaving softly whilst doing so. He was a great husband. "Thank you baby." "Course doll." Leon replied kissing your inner thigh before helping you get back on your feet. "I'm not wearing these." You giggled, setting your panties aside. "Give them to me." He held his hand out. You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him your soaked underwear.

Your eyes widened as he sniffed them, the scent wearing off of them drove him crazy. As he pulled his own pants back up, he tucked your panties into his pocket. "Don't move around to much, I don't need your ass or pussy being flashed to the world." Leon chuckled, adjusting your shirt, you nodded in reply. He was right. "Let's go finish whatever time we have left of the movie." Leon whispered to you, his hand on your cheek firmly as he kissed you once more before the both of you made way back.

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Reacting To Crazy Colored Hair

A/N: Not requested (I'm also 98% sure I haven't already written this, but I think I just thought about it so much I convinced myself I did) loosely based off my fun hair dye addiction and the fact that I went back to brown. Rip fun hair for a little while lol 💕

Butcher doesn't quite understand, but he's not against it. He never minds the towels you've ruined or the pillowcases you've stained. That doesn't really bother him. If anything, he finds it a little endearing: you're always leaving remnants of yourself around. He just doesn't get it, though. Becca basically picked out his haircut, and he's had it relatively the sane ever since. It grows out and gets a bit wild, but it's always the same general idea. You're constantly changing the color depending on the season, your mood, what dyes you have available. You're not the most pristine when you're doing it yourself (dye gets everywhere), but he never notices. If you're happy with the outcome, so is he. It's really not a big deal to him, though he does favor blue a bit more than the other colors. You're not sure what it is about that specific color, but he adored it instantly.

Hughie thinks it's great. He's had the same haircut since he was a teenager, and before that, he had an atrocious cut he'd worn since he was a toddler. He doesn't really change his look all that much. If he likes it, he sticks with it. You've never been like that, though, and that's what he appreciates about you. You'll dye your hair late into the night, needing to change the color, unable to stand it any longer. It gets on everything, all over the bathroom, and most of the collars of your shirts (and his when you steal them) are stained, though he doesn't seem to notice. There's always a grand reveal as to what color you chose, and he has a ranking of ones he likes the best, but assures you you rock whatever color or colors you choose. You once did rainbow, and he was stunned silent. He had this goofy smile on his face like he was falling for you all over again. The brighter, the better, at least that's what he's constantly telling you.

Annie adores your hair colors. She definitely favors pink over every other color, but she says it's unfair you can pull off anything. She never dyed her hair any fun colors, but she was able to talk her mom into getting her the chalky spray stuff once for Halloween. She loved it! It was bubblegum pink, and she's been chasing that high ever since. She loves that you're so easily able to express yourself. Annie would be too self-conscious, afraid everyone was looking at her or making fun of her. If people have an issue with what you do with your hair, that's their problem. Annie definitely helps you out when you're updating the color, mostly so the back turns out even. One time, while she was a little tipsy, she used some extra dye and put a streak in her hair. She felt so effortlessly cool, and you loved to see her smile. It washed out eventually, but it was definitely a look she thought about going back to.

M.M. thinks it's a bit childish, but with the work you do, if that's what's going to help you stay sane, then he's all for it. It definitely wasn't ideal when you were in hiding, and the sink you "bathed" in was stained green, along with all the towels. He wasn't mad, not at you, but at the dye. Why was it so damn messy? He knows it makes you an easier target (how could anyone forget the person with bright green hair), but if it brings you even an ounce of happiness, it's fine by him. Everyone's clinging to something, and your thing just happens to be outrageous hair colors. Once in a while, you'll ask him for help, afraid you've missed a spot with bleach or dye. He's gentle when he fixes it, his perfectionist ways coming out. He'll tell you to turn slowly so he can see anywhere else you might have missed. It drives him mad when you ask someone else and they say it's fine when you've clearly missed a whole patch underneath the first layer. He's meticulous and detail oriented, which is why you only ask him when you have no one else. You love Marvin, but the process becomes painstaking. It's really not a huge deal if you missed one or two areas you can't even see.

Frenchie loves it when you change the color. Personally, he loves it when you do red or orange, something fiery and bold. Because he was goth/alternative as a teenager and young adult, Frenchie is basically your co-stylist. He's all about color theory and having the right materials and not leaving the bathroom until it's exactly what you wanted. He couldn't care less about the stained tub or the various hair dye t-shirts you've ruined over the years. The mess doesn't bother him at all. Unlike M.M., Frenchie isn't a perfectionist at all. The way he goes about helping is messy and a little odd, but the colors always come out bright and beautiful. Like Annie, he's given himself streaks and highlights and, once on a dare, dyed his whole head and eyebrows bright orange to match you. Kimiko still brings it up as an atrocious look, but he thought he looked hot. He loves that you're expressing yourself just like he does with his fashion.

Kimiko thinks your hair is so fun, so cool, so chic. She's told you before her favorite was when you went purple. Something about that color brings her so much joy. When you asked her to help you the first time, she was intimidated. She thought she would do something wrong, like mess up the color or fry your hair off. You assure her that if it's a disaster, it's all on you. Since then, she's become your stylist buddy. She realized the dye you use is basically paint, that you have realistic expectations and have learned from past mistakes. Whenever you change or update the color, she's the first to tell you how great it looks! She dreams of dyeing her hair, but she's never been sure about the damage it causes or if it'll look okay. You always offer to give her a small streak she can hide just in case she doesn't like it. So far, she's always thanked you, but she denied the offer, but one day, she's going to work up to it. Baby steps. For now, she can admire your hair, agreeing with Annie it's unfair you can pull off every color effortlessly.

Bonus! Homelander thinks it's weird. Because your supe abilities, your hair changes color depending on the powers you use. The green, the blue, the pink, all of it drives him crazy. He makes sure you know, when you're in his presence, go back to your natural color. When you go to press conferences or interviews with purple or orange hair, he becomes irrationally angry. Not only does he find your powers juvenile, beneath him, the fact that you choose to live with fun colored hair instead of changing it back immediately makes no sense to him. You make sure to avoid conflict, to look as normal as possible when you're together. Everyone else finds it cool, agreeing at you can pull off every color you have, but they all know to keep these thoughts quiet and to themselves. The last time Noir 2.0 said he liked your hair, everyone flinched, anticipating violence. Thankfully, Homelander just kicked him out of the room instead of needing another replacement.

[jangofettjamz]

The Birthday Boy

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: You finally get to celebrate your birthday for the first time, and with the one you love.

Words: 1552

Y/N POV

Today is my birthday. I've never really celebrated it; family never really bothered. Now that I'm older it just seemed more insignificant. No one to celebrate it with, and let's be honest and no one wants to celebrate it on their own.

Jenna was out working, I never told her when my birthday was because I didn't want to interrupt her filming schedule, she's already got enough on her plate she doesn't need to worry about getting me gifts for my birthday she has a career to grow.

I've turned 20 today; Jenna turning 21soon. 20 years feel a bit surreal not gonna lie, crazy to think it's been that long since I was born. I try not dwell on that to much, it'll just send me spiralling.

I do wish I had a good birthday though, the feeling of being celebrating. I know this may sound narcissistic, but I always wanted to be celebrated, have a day just about me. I wanted to feel like everyone could come together and show support for me even if it was just for one day, I never had that kind of love growing up so I'd like to know what that's like, though I doubt it'll happen.

My father never paid any attention to me growing up, saying I was too much of a hassle to put up with. You know you have a bad parent when they have to "put up" with you  instead of loving you unconditionally, but hey beggars can't be choosers, right?

Me thinking about how life could've been was making me depressed so I decided to go out for breakfast, I got dressed and got the keys to my car and went out get food.

On the way there I get an incoming call from Jenna, thought she would've been busy this morning so this was a pleasant surprise. I answered but kept my eyes on the road.

"Hello darling, how'd you sleep" she asked, she knows I don't sleep well when she's gone.

"Um... I slept okay, probably could've got more sleep though. I'm just going to that Italian place we went to a month ago for some breakfast. How's shooting going" I asked, she's currently filming for her new movie 'death of a unincorn' with Paul Rudd.

"Filming's going great, Paul's really cool and I can't wait for you to meet him, he's knows you're a marvel fan too." She giggles mischievously, that little minx.

"Jenna why'd you say that." I whine feeling embarrassed.

"Aw babe, don't be shy he thinks you're really cool." She says reassuringly.

"Yeah sure he does" I say sarcastically, making her laugh. "Do you know when you'll be home?" I miss her dearly, I need to see her soon.

She let's out a sigh, I brace myself for bad news. "Sorry, sweet boy. I won't be back for another week." I let out sad sigh and a whine, I missed her alot.

"Hey, hey, don't be upset baby boy, I'll be home before you know it and we'll have so much fun together. The week will go by quick I promise." She cooed, she always knew what to say to put me at ease.

"Alright sweetie I have to go, drive safe for me and I'll see you very soon." She blew a kiss through the phone "I love you, sweetheart"

"I love you too, Jenna." We end the call and I continue my journey.

I arrive at the restaurant, this is gonna drain my social battery for today so I hope I don't have to to anyone that much, I just wanna get my food, eat then leave.

I ate my food peacefully, the staff were wonderful, definitely going there again for breakfast. I leave the restaurant and do some birthday shopping for myself, figured I may aswell treat myself to something nice for my "big day"; I sound miserable.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel my phone vibrate, a few text messages from some of my friends and cast mates from scream 5 and 6. I read them and I was shocked, how did they know...

Jasmin

Hey Y/N/N, hope you're having a lovely birthday. Can't wait you see you soon.

Devyn

Howdy stranger, happy birthday my love, you're 20! Hope you're doing well and I'll see you soon... very soon. 😈

Mikey

Looks like someone has a birthday today... AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME! HOW DARE YOU! Besides that betrayal I miss you so much Y/N, happy birthday my sweet.

Mason

Hey man, looks who's 20 years old! Happy birthday bud, hope you have a good one.👍

Melissa

Hey hey, it's the birthday boy! Happy birthday honey, you deserve the best birthday in the world. All the best from me and my husband.

Jack Quaid

Hey buddy, happy 20th birthday! I miss you alot pal, Karl and Antony send their birthday wishes too. Hope to see you soon, buddy.

I was shocked; flabbergasted even. How did they know, they couldn't have possibly...unless. I looked the last message, it was from Jenna, the mastermind behind this.

❤️Jenna❤

Hi baby boy, guess who found out when your birthday is! You never told me when it was but I asked around and viola! Happy birthday sweet boy, I promise we'll see each other very very soon. I love you so much, sweetheart.❤

That little minx... this is why I love her so much, I can't begin to express how much I love her and this just solidifies that. I sent her a message back saying I love her and continue to the mall.

But as I walk to the shopping mall I see three woman who look very familiar, they're wearing party hats too. No... no way... it can't be...

Jenna POV

The look on Y/N's face is priceless, he looked shocked, excited, and emotional at the same time. I think me, Jasmin and Devyn did good on surprising him.

"JENNA?!" He says with glassy eyes.

"C'mere sweetheart" I say and open my arms, he runs towards me and I wrap him in a tight hug.

"I missed you so much" he said while crying, he's such a cutie oh my god.

"Aww sweetie, I missed you too, so much honey. I've been tracking you on Life360 and we intercepted you here. Happy birthday my love, I know you don't like big crowds so I brought Devyn and Jasmin with me" they spoke up.

"Happy birthday, Y/N/N. It's so good to see you, I've missed you alot." Devyn says making him smile widely.

"It's been too long since we've seen you Y/N, how have you been?" Jasmin asks. He lifts his head from my neck and speaks.

"Better now that you guys are here, I haven't really been feeling the best since I've been on my own, I'm so glad you're here Jenna." I hold him and rub his back in comfort.

I want him to really enjoy his birthday today, I already have stuff waiting for him at home. I think he's gonna love it. "Let's go do some shopping and then we'll go home, I have a surprise for you." His eyes lit up and I kiss his cheeks.

- 2 hours later

Y/N drove behind me as we made our way back home. Jasmin and Devyn went home soon after we shopping. We park up to the driveway and he joins me at the front door.

"Close your eyes, birthday boy" I ask and he looks at me with caution.

"What are you planning now, Ortega?" He asks me; suspicion in his voice.

"Just close them silly" he obliged and I take his hand to guide him to his surprise. We reach the living room. "Okay, open your eyes sweetheart."

He opened them and is met with countless presents ranging from: action figures and Lego sets from their favourite franchise, new clothes, PC parts and much much more. I wanted to spoil him and make up for the 20 years of birthdays he missed out on. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Jenna... is this all mine?" He asked, still not believing that he finally had a proper birthday.

"All yours, sweetness" I hug him as tight as I can, he cries into my shoulder out of, what I can only assume, happiness. "Don't cry honey, it's okay. That's all for you because I love you so so much, you deserve this my love, you deserve the world." I cooed softly.

"Thank you so much" he said through his cries.

"You're so welcome, my beautiful birthday boy." I say then kiss his forehead, cheeks and lips.

"Wait here, baby boy" I head into the kitchen and grab his cake. I light the candles and head back into the living room.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you." I sing and he blows out his candles.

I cheer and set the cake on the table. He smiled so brightly, he finally got to have a real birthday to celebrate.

Happy birthday Y/N.

A/N

Not my birthday, but I thought it'd make a good story. I hope you enjoyed.

[envirae]

from the start — park jay

pairing: best friend!jay x gn!reader 

genre: fluff 

wc: 1k

warnings: swearing, pining, mentions of jungwon and yunjin from lsf, reader is super dense lol, not proofread! jay's listening to... from the start - laufey

"you're crazy. and i don't mean crazy in a wild and funny way like riki, i mean you're genuinely crazy if you think you'll be okay letting him get away like this." sunoo deadpanned. he was always good at being brutally honest with you, but that doesn't mean his bluntness was always appreciated.

"well what exactly do you expect me to do? we'll both be going off to uni in a month. even if he did feel the same way, long distance would never work out." you sighed. it feels as if you and your brother have this conversation almost weekly.

"you're like a broken record. every time you insist that things between you would never work out, but every time, i see the way you smile at him. i hear your laugh when he tells one of his stupid jokes, which— by the way are not that funny, and i hear you cry in your room every time he goes out on a date with another girl." you remain silent, unsure of what to say. you always hate it when sunoo is right. "i give you a lot of shit for your stupid crush, but you're still my sister, and i don't like seeing you in pain."

your phone buzzes on the bed, and unsurprisingly, it's jay. "i'm outside."

sunoo stares at the notification and gives you a knowing look before you stand up from his bed. "you don't have to do anything you don't want to. but, i don't want you to hold yourself back from doing anything you do want to do, either."

"thanks sunoo. i'll try to keep in mind what you told me." he sends you a soft smile as you walk out.

when jay sees you walk outside, he immediately exits the car and heads to the passenger side to open the door for you. "such a gentleman, aren't you?" you joke, getting into his car.

"well of course, only the best treatment for my best friend" he grins, closing the door after you and quickly returning to the drivers seat.

"where to?" you ask, putting your seatbelt on as he starts the car.

"i was thinking we could head downtown, a new boba place just opened up. we could get drinks and take a walk around the park." he knows that it sounds like your idea of a perfect day, and he doesn't have to look over at you to know there's a big smile on your face right now. though he still does, just because he wants to see your smile.

"you know me so well. i have the best best friend in the world." he hums in agreement and continues driving.

after you pick up your drinks, you leave the car behind and cross the street to go to the park. it's a sunny day, and the two of you walk around the park talking about whatever nonsense comes to mind.

jay's phone begins to ring, but his face turns sour when he checks it. he declines the call and puts it back in his pocket. "who was that?" you ask.

"just jungwon, he's nagging me to finish packing. i told him i'd get around to it."

you nod in understanding. "i thought it was yunjin." yunjin was jay's most recent love interest, and you let out a pained chuckle, not wanting to let jay know just how much you hate the thought of them together.

"oh her? we stopped talking a few weeks ago. she wasn't looking for anything serious, and you know how i am. i wanted more." he sighs.

"that's too bad, i know you really liked her." you attempt to console him, but he doesn't seem too sad about it.

"it's alright. things happen. it just shows that she wasn't meant for me. she tried to use the fact that we're both moving as a scapegoat, but i think it's bullshit. if you really like someone, and you want to be with them, shouldn't you put in the work to be with them? even if it's not easy?" he asks, almost a little frustrated.

the two of you walk in silence for a bit, and your breath catches in your throat as something in your mind says "fuck it. "

"i would." you mumble. you're incredibly quiet, but jay still manages to hear you.

"what?"

you've stopped walking now, and jay is standing directly in front of you. "i would put in the work to be with you, even if it wasn't easy, jay. to tell you the truth, i've been in love with you since we were kids. and i've waited for you this long, but i would a thousand years to be with you if i had to. you're the only person i could ever imagine loving."

you feel like you've just been pushed off a cliff, and you're bracing yourself for impact, unsure if the land beneath you is going to be soft, or hit you like a rock.

he stares at you, speechless. "why did you never tell me?" he asks with a shaky voice.

"i was scared! i knew you didn't feel the same way about me but i just had to tell you before we both leave. i never wanted to lose you but—" you start rambling, but jay cuts you off.

"i'm in love with you too, y/n. and i would also wait a thousand years to be with you if i had to."

now it's your turn to be speechless, but the silence doesn't last long. he pulls you in for a kiss. you feel like you must be dreaming, because there's no way jay has felt the same way as you this whole time.

when you both pull away, he pushes the hair out of your face and smiles at you. "i would wait an eternity to be with you, y/n, because that's how long i've loved you. and that's how long i will continue to love you."

[thebisexualdogdad]

Could you do Felicia Hardy smut headcanons please?

Felicia Hardy x GN!reader

*Danielle Rose Russell used as fancast*

**I think about sex with Felicia far too often* *

● Felicia's sex drive is off the charts

● seriously, she needs to cum at least twice a day to feel even remotely satisfied

● and if you aren't there to make it happen she has plenty of toys to get the job done

● she owns quite the lingerie collection

● so many black lace pieces

● her favorites are see through bras because she knows those drive you particularly crazy

● "see something you like?" She'll say standing in the doorway of your bedroom in nothing but a revealing lace bra and panty set

● and it drives her crazy when you worship her tits

● sucking and toying with her nipples

● making her cum just from stimulating her chest

● having her ride your thigh while you're lavishing her breasts

● and leaving hickies all across her skin

● she melts when you call her a good girl

● you will be in the middle of a heist and she'll pull her zipper down ever so slightly to tease you with her tits

● "better pay attention love don't want to set off the museum alarm now do we?"

● "how the hell am I supposed to focus when you're taunting me like that?"

● "what can I say? I have great assets"

● "you sure do Felicia, you sure do"

● there's nothing she loves more than oral

● doesn't matter if she's giving or receiving

● you frequently wake up to her settled in between your legs

● and she works you like a pro giving you an incredible start to your morning

● and you always make sure to return the favor

● spending hours between her legs leaving your bedsheets absolutely soaked from how many times she cums

● anytime you run into her ex Odessa it ends in you two bringing her back to your place for a threesome

● Odessa always praises Felicia for finding someone so good in bed

● "at least I know you are being well taken care of Felicia"

● "you haven't even seen their best work"

● anytime you score huge on heists you have insane celebratory sex

● fucking on every surface of your apartment possible

● bringing out your special occasion toys

● speaking of, your toy box is full of contraptions that most people have never even heard of

● Felicia's got a list of kinks so long you'll never run out of new things to try

● and she introduces you to positions that shouldn't be humanly possible

● mid heist quickies that get your adrenaline pumping

● her bending over for no real reason just to show off her ass in her tight leather suit to turn you on

● you have no problem when Felicia flirts with people to either get intel or to steal something from them

● no one can resist her and she gets her prize every time

● "what do you think this watch is worth? 15-20k?" She grins walking back to your table after swiping a watch off some rich guy at the bar

● "whatever it's worth it's definitely paying for our next trip to Europe" you say kissing her proudly

● it's honestly pretty hot watching people hit on her knowing you're the one who gets to take her home

● but when certain people get a little too handsy with her she will drag you somewhere more private to ensure you that you are the only one she wants

● you guys have a nice big apartment that overlooks New York city but it is fun to break into penthouses and luxury hotels for a change of scenery every so often

● and when you travel you book the nicest hotels to screw around in

● fucking her on balconies with breathtaking views

● everyday is an adventure with Felicia

● and you wouldn't give it up for anything

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Destinytober24: Day 14 - Grief

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

A different perspective? The fuck she on about? I am the absolute last person you wanna talk to about that. Only thing I know about dealin' with grief is what not to do.

That three-eyed witch has done more to help me in the last few years of talkin' to her than I was able to deal with on my own in almost nine centuries. The hell she think I'm gonna give you that you can't get from her? All I know is all the ways it goes wrong.

Grief will make you go crazy, Brother. Absolutely batshit-crazy.

Go without eating for long enough your stomach starts to digest itself tryin' to chew on something. You find a starving man out in the wild and serve him a full three course meal and you know what happens? He pukes it right up. Stomach can't handle it. He needs to eat. He's literally starving. And he can't keep it down. His body gets so used to not eating and chewin' on itself from the inside out, it don't know what real food even is any more.

Grief gnaws a hole in who you are. It takes everything you used to love and twists it. It takes everything you think used to make you happy and taints it till you don't know what happiness even is any more. You don't even remember what it's like.

You find a man eaten alive by grief and you show him love and kindness and what does he do? He can't handle it. Might turn on you, use it to hurt you, use it to benefit himself and leave ya high and dry. Maybe he'll kill you and take everything you got before you can do the same to him. Maybe he'll just watch you die with cold dead eyes because he don't feel nothin' and nothin' matters any more.

Best case scenario? He runs the fuck away. Takes a new name. Becomes someone else. And you know what else he does? He don't want anyone to be nice to him again. Sure as fuck don't want anyone to love him. So he stops lookin' after himself. Doesn't clean up after himself. Doesn't wash. Practices being an asshole till he's real good at it. Trains himself to lie and cheat and be the most untrustworthy fucker to ever walk around on two legs. Does his level best to make sure if anyone tries to get close that they regret it.

Grief will turn you into something else, Brother. Grief will make you a monster. You gotta figure out how to deal with it or it will deal with you. Trust.

I got no idea why she told you to talk to me. I am not the person to talk to about this shit unless you wanna know why you have to figure out how to deal with it healthy before it deals with you unhealthy and turns you into… Just don't go there, Brother. Find a better way.

Find yourself an Eris Morn. Someone who gets you. Who understands. Someone you can't lie to. Someone who… when you're with them you feel that sliver of something that reminds you of what hope is supposed to be like. Someone who makes you feel like… like maybe you want to feel again. Someone you can't walk away from. Someone you can't leave behind. Someone who makes the noise in your head stop and your mind calm and lets you feel like you can breathe again.

All the alcohol in the world won't do it. Trust me, I've tried. And desensitizing yourself to pain don't do it, because I tried that too. Distraction seems like it helps a little at first, but after a while you're just chasing one high after another because it never works as well as it used to, and it's never quite enough.

You gotta fix that shit before it gets to ya. Make friends while you still can. Keep 'em even if they ain't perfect. Even if they piss you off. Don't drive 'em away. It's so much harder to find a friend once you've gone too long without and turned yourself into something no one wants to be a friend to.

I guess, there is one thing I can tell ya about grief, Brother. Nine centuries of experience talkin' here: You can't do it alone.

You'll think you can. You'll think you can tough it out or suck it up or whatever bullshit you try and tell yourself. But you can't. If there was a way of dealin' with it on my own I'd have found it by now. It don't exist.

Ya gotta reach out. Find at least one person. I'm not talking about finding someone to fuck, although… it can be, and that's nice, but what you need is to find someone you can trust. Even if you don't trust 'em yet. Find someone you can trust eventually, and then work on it and build a relationship until you're at the point where you can.

More than one is better. But you need at least one. Someone you can talk to and not hide anything. Someone who helps you listen to yourself. Someone who can hold your tears and cherish them for what they are, not what they ain't. Someone who won't turn away no matter how shitty it gets.

And if you don't have it, because I sure as hell didn't… The thing I didn't know, the thing I didn't get for so long, was you need to build it: piece by piece. Real careful. Real slow. You need to find someone and build that thing with them. And if they ain't right, cuz first time's often aren't, then you find someone else.

Worst thing you can do for grief is be alone. You think you need to get away but that's not what you need.

You ever freeze to death, Brother? It's like that. When you start not bein' able to feel anything it seems like a good thing because then you don't feel as cold, but that's actually the warning signs. When you get numb and don't feel your fingers any more it's not too far off before they freeze solid and snap right off. Whole parts of who you are just… shatter. And you don't even notice. You can't feel 'em any more. You don't even remember what it's like to even have toes, never mind wiggle 'em. You're so grateful not to deal with the pain you don't even notice you snapped your whole foot off a while back and can't walk any more. Tryin' to deal with grief on your own is like that.

You need someone who will sit with you when you can't speak and just be there. Someone who tells you that what you do now matters more than who you were. Someone who you can care about more than yourself.

Without it you're fucked. And I don't mean give up if you don't have it. I mean get off your ass and go build it. Like right fuckin' now.

Moondust knows all this shit. I dunno why she told you to talk to me about it. Fuck, I should call her. See how she's doing. Maybe piss her off a little.

Nah. I'll just go see her right now. I miss that three-eyed grumpy face. I'll bring her dinner. She always forgets to eat.

And that's another thing: Care for someone. If you don't care emotionally - or you can't, cuz I've been there, Brother, sometimes you just can't - then just start doing shit that helps people even if you don't feel it. Way better distraction than sex or the best drugs you can find - not that those aren't fun, mind you. Just… find someone that needs a win, and do what you can to get them there.

Now I don't mean you need to go around bein' a white knight saving drowning War Beast puppies or whatever. (Although if you do see War Beast puppies drowning you should help 'em. When they grow up they're good as a backup food source in a pinch.) No one needs to know what you done and it's fine if it helps you too. In fact, helping yourself is helping someone. But, when you're really into it, it's easier to help someone else.

Grief will overwhelm you. And it'll do it when you least expect it. If you can't stop hurting, find someone else and help them hurt less. Sometimes it helps take your own pain down a notch. Sometimes it doesn't. But even if it doesn't, then at least you done something that wasn't shitty. Helps to balance out the universe a little, ya know?

Moondust told me that too. I'm… I need to go see her.

Come by later if you want. Gambit's goin' late tonight. Got a full roster. Should be one hell of a firefight. You can join in or just sit and watch the show. Guardians are always welcome aboard the Derelict, even if you just wanna chill or vent or whatever, but right now I… I gotta go.

Link to the entire month's worth of prompts on Ao3, posted daily.

[ink-and-dagger]

Heyyy Inky!!! Guess who it is! (jk) It's me Galaxy!! I've written the DWM song!!! And recorded it! It's called 'One Drink'. (hehe) It's not done professionally in any way, shape or form, but it's certainly finished. It's just a demo of me singing (badly-ish, ignore my baby voice gah I sound like a twelve year old) with a guitar backing, but I do imagine that if I ever do record this, it will be with more instruments than just guitar. 😅 I really really really really hope you like it. Really. Think of it as a love letter from me to you for writing DWM, because it really has been a major part of my life <3 This link will take you to the audio recording (it's on a google drive. Copy and paste it into your browser!): https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QWXoZ8yZHFXhCAlHE4OZURTQGXzL9tlU/view?usp=sharing And I WAS gonna include a link to a google doc with the lyrics on it... but tumblr's being fussy and won't let me insert it. So, I've decided to just put the lyrics at the bottom of this ask, which is gonna make it very long but oh well. Shit happens. Also, if the audio recording link doesn't work - please please please tell me. I'll figure out another way to send it!

Anyway, the recording is accessible for anyone to copy into their preferred browser to listen to (if it works), so if any other DWM fans see this feel free to listen/read! Again, I hope you like it, Inky. Love you and everything you do <3 - Galaxy P.S. Inky, I would love love love to know every single one of your thoughts on lyrics as well if that's possible!

One Drink - Lyrics. A DWM song <3

Saint was a sinner

And he was feared by almost everyone

He was a ruthless killer 

A devil, modern to our time. 

She, oh she wasn’t perfect 

But compared to him; an angel from our sky.

Astrid. Always searching for her horizon

But it seemed like something she could never find.

She shared a drink with him one night

Apparently she’s the only one that would 

He pulled the bottle off the shelf, his inhibitions down you can tell

There’s something he’s suppressed

And the walls began to fall

I guess opposites attract after all

One drink that started it all x3

They, oh they weren’t perfect

They would fight all the time like you and I

One fight, got a little too consuming 

The pain was a knife through her heart 

He thought he jinxed them

He thought this one was a little too far gone

Their only saving grace was the rose tattoo upon her waist 

A symbol that in time they’d be alright

And the walls began to fall

I guess opposites attract after all

One drink that started it all x 6

Saint was a sinner

But she found her horizon in his eyes 

GALAXYYYY

I'm squeezing you so tight that you'll need to visit a chiropractor to straighten you back out again. I absolutely love this and i'm so honoured that my story inspired you to create a whole ass SONG?! Thank you so so much.

Also what are you on about singing badly? You've got a great voice! Really pure and folksy - it suits the style of song so well, especially with a solo guitar. Can totally picture you singing this song at nighttime sitting by a campfire with the local townspeople hanging off your every word. Also it's so damn catchy - I was already singing the chorus to myself after just the first listen (I may have listened to it 10 or 20 times since hehe)

Here's a one click link for anyone who wants to listen to Galaxy's amazing song!

And I LOVE all the lyrics! They convey the core essence of Silco and Astrid's characters and story so effectively. That's some serious skill my friend. You did in 200 words what it took me over 138k words to do lmfao.

I started to attempt to write out all my thoughts on the lyrics in this post but I had so many thoughts that it quickly proved too crazy to format on tumblr. SO, I put them in a google doc instead lmfao. You should be able to see my comments on the highlighted text but tell me if not.

Thank you again, truly from the bottom of my heart.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Jackie and Wilson

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none really- mentions of alcohol and sketchy bar behavior

Genre: technically fluff but there is some surprise angst

Summary: Bucky sees you amongst the sordid patrons of a seedy bar and can't help his thoughts; "She's gonna save me call me baby // Run her hands through my hair // She'll know me crazy soothe me daily // Better yet she wouldn't care" - Jackie and Wilson by Hozier

***

You pull open the doors to the seedy dive bar and find the bartender immediately, pulling your sunglasses from your face and pushing them up into your hair. 

"What can I get you?" The man behind the bar asks gruffly.

"Just a coke." You say putting money on the counter to pay for the drink. You're driving and you have no intentions of staying here long so alcohol is out of the question. The guy reaches into a fridge and pops the top on a Coke bottle before sliding it over to you. You nod your head and press the bottle to your lips, oblivious to the eyes on you from the corner of the bar. Bucky noticed you the moment you walked in. He was in here a lot- as much as he hated to admit it, this place and its patrons had become part of his routine but you he's never seen here. He never speaks to anyone besides the barman, but he knows all the regulars so when you blew in it was like a breeze on a still summer day. He watches you sip your drink and survey the barflies, your gaze lingers on each group, the guys surrounding the pool table, the couple of bikers with girls in their laps, the lonely hearts club as Bucky called them, eventually your gaze settles on him, leaning against a table in a corner that gives him a vantage point of everything happening. You watch him longer than you did everything else going on in the bar.

A smirk paints your lips as you strut over to him, confidence thrumming with every step like the baseline of heavy blues.

"Hey doll, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Bucky forces himself to smirk at you before he takes a drink of the beer in his hand. Amusement twinkles in your eyes, as if the words sounded as fake to you as they felt leaving Bucky's mouth.

"Big fan of people watching?" You ask him.

"How do you figure that?" He asks.

"You're standing alone in a corner facing the rest of the room. Plus you've been staring at me since I walked in." You shrug with a smile that disarms Bucky completely. "You're not as subtle as you think." You answer his unasked question with a wink.

"You're quite the observationalist."

"You been as many places as I have you learn to see everything."

"So what's someone like you doing in a place like this?"

"Just passing through. But I could ask you the same thing."

"Nah- this- right here is where I belong." He shrugs taking a swig of his beer.

"I don't think that's true. And I don't think you really believe it either." You tell him with an assessing gaze that makes him look away from you. As if breaking eye contact will prevent you from discovering his every secret, because you're looking at him like you just might be able to.

"That's an interesting assumption of a stranger." Bucky offers noncommittally.

"You've made no efforts to deny it." You say.

"There's nothing going for me out there doll. Much better off where I am."

"Liar."

"Excuse me?" He scoffs.

"The world is a big place and you are no tree. You'll never be better off denying yourself something so intrinsically human as exploring."

"How poetic."

"Come with me."

"Come with you?"

"You never said you had anything going for you in here which- I'd assume means you don't. So come with me. Find out for yourself if there's really nothing going for you."

"You don't even know my name." His eyes narrow suspiciously.

"You don't know mine either." You shrug finishing off your soda. You place the empty bottle on the table and turn on your heel walking out of the dive. You check your watch as you lean against your car. You'll give him five minutes to follow. If he doesn't you'll be on your way. It's barely a full minute later that he shoves his way through the wooden doors.

"Fine. Show me what's out there." He sighs you smile brightly at him as you hop over the door into your convertible.

"Well, get in." You tilt your head. Bucky pulls open the passenger door and slides into the seat.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He mutters to himself.

"That's when all the best things happen dear friend." You wink and then pull out of the parking lot quickly.

"Bucky." He says.

"What?"

"My name. It's Bucky- well it's James but everyone I know calls me Bucky. If we're traveling together we should know some things about each other." He shrugs and you hum.

"Y/n. My name's y/n." You reply.

"Where are we going?"

"That's the fun part. We'll know when we get there."

"That's the fun part?!"

"The journey is just as important as the destination Bucky. Make the most of it." You tell him. Bucky sighs but has no reply to you. You drive for several hours, sunrise chasing you as you periodically chat to Bucky so as to get to know you're new travel partner. The two of you make your way across the country, stopping in every major city you come across and also the occasional small town. With each stop you find yourself making lists, discussing what it'd be like to live there, if you'd ever want to come back that sort of thing. By the time you've reached the opposite coast after a month, you and Bucky have even come up with a shortlist of places you'd be willing to settle down in.

It was insane when he thought about it, crossing the country with a woman he'd just met, but it was probably the best decision he'd made in a while and it blossomed into the best relationship he never knew he could have. You were kind and understood him in ways he didn't think anyone ever would, life with you was always an adventure even after you decided on a place to settle down. You bought a home, built a life, started a family together. Two kids the perfect blend of you both, a girl, Jackie, and her brother Wilson, twins, with their dad's blue eyes and your smile, her hair like his but your son's like your own. Bucky often watched them from the back porch as they played in the backyard, sometimes you joined him, humming along to the r&b from the radio while lazily swaying in the patio swing he'd built early on in your pregnancy. His favorite days were the ones you'd spend on that swing, sitting back and watching the world go by.

Life like this was perfect, it made every night wasting away in that seedy bar worth to end up with you, raising your children, filling his life with light and laughter he didn't believe he'd ever deserve. Even as your children grew up and left home to find their own place to escape with their own loves to save them, your house, your life together was filled with so much joy and love that growing old never meant growing bored, growing tired of life.

A loud crash startles Bucky so suddenly he almost knocks his beer off the table. It takes a moment, to realize what's happened, where he is. He's still in that sordid tavern with its sketchy patrons and you- he scans the room frantically. He can't find you. Your empty Coke bottle still sits at the bartop across the room as the reality hits him. Bucky's imagination had run away from him. He'd seen you, seen the brightness you had even in a dingey place like this, and created a future where that brightness was the center of his life, envisioned adventure and joy and a family he'd never have, not with you anyway, because he'd lost himself in that fantasy and by the time he made his way back from it, it was too late. You were already gone.

***

[bteezxyewriter12]

Vogue

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader- couple from Secret's Out

Word count- 2.7k

Includes- Jungkook nickname is bunny, sub Jungkook, intense sex, blow job, pussy eating, cum eating, wall sex, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny

Gif Credit- jung-koook

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Jungkook POV

She comes right to me, on the set as I hop off the car, the photoshoot stopping for lunch

"Hi bab-", I start but stop when she grabs my hand, dragging me behind her, "Uh baby?"

She doesn't answer, just drags me off the set, into a dressing room

An empty dressing room

Slamming the door closed, she turns to me, her mouth crashing against mine, shoving me against the wall

I eagerly kiss her back, taking any excuse to have her lips against mine

Her hands shove the jacket off me and I let it drop to the floor

Her hands move under my tank top, her fingers running along my abs, making every single nerve in my body burst into flame

God, the things her touch does to me is fucking crazy

I've never experienced this before

Just a touch from her makes me feral

No one has ever had an effect on me like she does

I dreamed of her being mine for years and now that she is, I'm so fucking happy

All the time

She makes me happy

Her mouth pulls away from mine, making me whine, her hands tearing the tank top off me

"You really need to stop with all these sexy photo shoots baby", she says, her hands sliding down to my belt, undoing it, "You're driving me fucking crazy and I can't keep dragging you away to fuck you"

She really can

I have no problem with it

I'm always down to be with her, no matter where we are

As it is we have sex multiple times a day

We just can't keep our hands off each other

It's been three months we've been together and it hasn't died down even a little

I hope it never does

She opens my pants, pulling them and my boxers down

"So what's going to happen now, is I'm going to suck your cock", she says, her hands wrapping around my length, jerking me off, pleasure making me moan softly, "You can cum if you want. If you do, I'll suck you off to make you hard again"

That's another thing I found out about myself

I can get hard really fast and cum at least twice during one session

Really handy

"Then you're going to pick me up and fuck me against the wall. Make me cum on your massive dick"

I nod, so eager to feel her cum around me

Her orgasms give me so much fucking bliss, it's insane

"Then I'll let you pick another position to fuck me in, make me cum and you can fill my pussy"

God, I'm so turned on

"Then you'll go finish the shoot and after we'll go home and you can eat my pussy, then I'll fuck you all night long"

I choke on air, moaning loudly

"Sounds good baby?"

"Yes", I shout, wanting to feel her mouth around me right this instant, "Please baby, suck my dick"

She smirks, "My eager little fuck bunny"

With that she drops to her knees, her mouth licking along the underside of my length so slowly

"Baby", I whimper, loving the sight of her tongue all over me

She licks around my head, swirling her tongue around my slit, getting my cum and swallowing

"So good bunny", she smirks, teasingly sucking lightly on my tip

I whine, trying to push into her mouth more

"Please baby", I beg

She is the only one who I ever felt comfortable with begging during sex

It's just the way she turns me on, the things she does

I've never submitted so fast as I do with her

All the time

I don't even try to be dominant for the most part, letting her do whatever she wants, knowing that she'll always make me feel so good

She opens her mouth more, letting me push my cock deeper in

She stops me when I'm halfway in, sucking softly

"Baby", I whine, knowing she can take all of me down her throat

She just wants to tease

Ignoring my pleading, she steadily goes harder and faster each suck, slowly driving me mad

It feels so fucking good, making my legs actually shake

She starts to bob her head, taking me in more with each move but she's doing it agonizingly slowly, drawing it out

I clench my fists against the wall against the pleasure, needing something to hold onto

I feel her take one of my hands and place it in her hair where I immediately hold tightly

She takes my other hand, lacing our fingers, squeezing, letting me know she's here

I moan so loudly when she bottoms me out, part of my cock in her tight throat, "Yes baby. Fuck"

She starts bobbing on my cock, sliding all the way down to my head, then surging up, taking all of me in one shot

I can't tear my eyes away from my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, my shaft covered in her spit

Fuck me, she looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth

Her eyes raise to mine, watching me as she continues to blow me

"So pretty baby", I pant

She smirks, sliding down to my head, then sitting back, keeping her mouth open

She wants me to fuck her throat

And fuck, do I want to

Gripping the back of her hair, I wind my fingers in the strands, holding on as I snap my hips, burying my whole cock down her throat

Her throat opens for my cock, so fucking wet, feeling so fucking good

Tight

Like her pussy

I thrust into her mouth over and over, feeling her suck as much as she can, her fingers digging into my hip

She moans so loudly, tears streaming down her face, spit dripping down her mouth, all over my shaft

It's fucking messy, just how we both like it

"Baby", I gasp, getting so close, "Can I cum?"

She nods and the next thrust in her mouth has me shooting my cum down her throat, bliss hitting me hard

"Joanne! Baby!", I yell, the pleasure intense

She keeps my cock in her mouth, swallowing over and over, the tight squeeze of her throat sending sparks down my spine

When I finish, she sucks hard around my cock, moaning so erotically, continuing the pleasure

"Yes baby", I cry, tears pricking the corners of my eyes, "Suck harder. Make me hard so I can fuck you"

She does just that, each slurp of my cock in her mouth stiffening my length

When I'm fully hard, she pulls off my dick, kissing my head, "Good boy"

Fucking right, I'm her good boy

She stands up and I grab her, my tongue down her throat as I move her against the wall

Lifting one of her legs, I pull her sneaker off throwing it somewhere in the room

I repeat the same thing with her other sneaker then I shove my hands in her pants, getting everything down and off

I need her naked right now

Getting my own boots off, I kick everything off, pressing my body against hers, my hard on against her leg

I can't tear my lips from hers, not wanting to stop kissing her, so I reach for her shirt and pull, tearing it right down the middle

She whimpers in my mouth as I push the shreds of her shirt off her, then reach around and get her bra undone

Once that's off, I grab her thighs, lifting her up, her legs wrapping around me, arms around my neck

Without a word, I move my cock to her hole, sinking into her

We both moan as we feel her pussy stretch open for me, latching onto my cock, sucking me in every inch it get in

She pulls my beanie off, her fingers plunging in my hair, tugging and holding on tightly

I love when she plays with my hair, when she pulls it, twists it, anything

I'm such a fanboy for her

Bottoming out, I press my pelvis against hers as much as I can, grinding into her, making sure my head rubs against her spot

Her pussy tightens on me, soaking me as she moans

The pleasure is fucking intense, running all over my body

She breaks the kiss, moaning my name, my lips instantly against her neck

Pulling my hips back, I begin to thrust into her, hitting her spot again and again

"Kookie", she moans, one of her hands dropping to my upper arm, her nails digging into my skin

"Fuck", I pant, fucking her into the wall

Her pussy splits open for my cock over and over, pulsing so acutely around me

Gripping her ass firmly, I plow into her, moaning loudly from the feel of her

"Yes baby", I cry, "Yes fuck, yes"

She's so wet, it's dripping all over me, my lap and I love it

Her cunt clenches down on me, as she gets closer

"Baby!", I whine, "Cum on my cock"

"Mmm soon", she whimpers

"Now baby", I plead

"Shh bunny. Keep fucking me. Your cock is so fucking good"

"But-"

She pulls my hair hard, indicating for me to be quiet and I do

She moves my head down, bring her boob to my face

Without thinking, I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking hard

"Jungkook", she cries, her legs squeezing around my waist

Her hard nipple feels so good in my mouth as I play, reminding me of another place on her I love sucking

"Baby!", she cries, getting impossibly tight, her body shaking against mine as she cums hard

I moan loudly against her nipple, shoving my whole cock inside her, feeling the absolute ecstasy her orgasms gives me

I can't think it's so good

"Yes Kookie", she moans

When she finishes, I pull out of her, putting her down and dropping to my knees

Pushing her legs open, I swipe my tongue up her pussy, collecting her sweet cum and swallowing, groaning as I do

She tastes so fucking good

I knew she would when I first ate her out

Sweet, thick cream that goes down my throat so fucking well

"Kookie", she yelps as I swirl my tongue around her pretty hole

God, I need more of her

Always more

Moving both her legs around my shoulders, I hold her up, fucking my tongue into her hole, reveling in the feel of her clenching on it

"Fuck bunny. Couldn't wait til we got home?"

I shake my head, continuing to eat her pretty cunt

I can't wait, I need her

Latching onto her clit, I suck desperately, loving how it throbs against my lips

"Jungkook! Baby!", she yells, her fingers buried in my hair, "Yes bunny, fuck, you're tongue is so fucking good baby. More bunny"

Her cries fuel me to go faster, slurping around her swollen clit as fast and hard as I can

"Please baby don't stop", she cries, "I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum on your face!"

Yes, yes, yes

Going harder, I tug and play with her bump, her legs shaking around my head

"Jungkook! Yes!", she screams, her body arching off the wall

I suck her through it, her cunt creaming my face, it dripping down my neck to my chest

Dropping my tongue, I lick furiously , getting my favorite taste in the world

"Fuck Kookie, fuck. So good baby", she praises, making me moan

I finish cleaning her pussy, swallowing all her cum before pulling away

Looking up at her, I move her legs from around my shoulders, pulling her down into my lap, my lips against hers

I can never get enough of her kisses

If I had to give up sex with her I would but I'd never give up her kisses

Never

Laying her on her back on the carpet, I kiss her deeply, falling into her, her tongue against mine

Fucking heaven

We kiss for awhile, just softly touching each other, her fingers running up my spine, making me shiver against her, her hips moving, pussy rubbing against my cock

Finally I can't take her rubbing and I break the kiss, pulling away and turning her over on her hands and knees

Spreading her legs, I move behind her, pushing into her, easing my cock in inch by inch

She welcomes my cock inside her, pulling me in as she moves back against me

After bottoming out, I softly thrust into her, increasing my pace slowly

Running my hands up and down her back, I fuck into her, listening to her moan for me

I watch her tiny hole spread open for me, straining the closer my base gets to her pussy

She creams my cock so much, that sight never failing to awe me, excite me, drive me insane

I pick up the pace, slamming harder into her, going so fucking deep into her

She starts moving, meeting my thrusts, both of us desperately fucking each other, our cries of pleasure filling the room, along with the sound of her wet pussy taking my cock and our skin slapping against each other

Pretty soundtrack

I'm in so much pleasure, it's crazy, tears actually falling down my face as I get so fucked out

I've never felt this kind of pleasure before, it's never been this intense

I definitely never cried from how good it feels but with her, I feel tears down my face every time

I wouldn't have it any other way

"Fuck baby", I yell, "So good. Fuck, tight pussy feels so good. Yes baby"

Leaning slightly over her, I press my fingers into her clit, rubbing furiously, wanting her to get off on me

"Jungkook fuck, don't stop", she cries, her pussy gushing more cream, driving me closer to orgasm

Her cunt is so tight around me, clenching and spasming repeatedly, keeping me in sheer pleasure

I'm being fucked dumb and I fucking love it

"Wanna cum", I pant, my tongue lolling out of my mouth as I snap my hips into her, burying in her over and over, "Wanna cum!"

She moans, keeping still now, letting me fuck her open, my fingers playing with her throbbing clit

"Baby, wanna cum!", I sob, tears soaking my face, on the verge of losing it, "Need you to cum first. Please baby"

Her cunt is holding my cock in a death grip and I know she needs one more hit to her spot to cum

Sobbing loudly, I plunge into her, slamming her so fucking hard, her screams of my name filling the room

Her pussy explodes, squirt gushing all over my cock, my lap, my legs and the floor

It's so much, like a fucking waterfall, her body seizing in pleasure

I fuck into her once more and let go, coming into her squirting pussy

"Joanne! Fuck", I scream, my mind shutting off, complete ecstacy wracking my body

More tears flow as my body shudders uncontrollably, my cum mixing with her squirt as she milks my cock

I can't think, I can't speak, I can't do anything but feel the immense pleasure crashing over me

When it's over and I come down from my orgasm, I pull out and crash to the floor, spent

I feel her moving, putting my arm around her as she cuddles into me

She pushes my sweat soaked hair out of my face, kissing my lips softly

"Good baby?",

"I..ye...so...go..Ng..", I babble

She giggles, hugging me tightly, "I feel the same baby. So fucking good"

"Mm hmm", I say sleepily

"You can't sleep right now baby", she says softly, "You have to finish the photo shoot

I whine into her neck, shaking my head

"Yeah baby. You can rest for a few minutes but then we have to get up", she tells me, "Then we can go home and I'll cuddle you while we nap. Get you rested for a night of being fucked senseless"

That sounds fucking perfect

I nod, whispering, "I love you"

"I love you Kookie", she answers, pressing a kiss to my forehead

I snuggle into her for the few minutes we have, so content in the love of my life's arms

[liampaynemysteriousdeath]

Hi thanks for the response. I have another point but let me lay out a scenario first.

The truth is the reason why driving under the influence of any substance is really taboo is because you might hurt someone else. No one cares if you hurt yourself.

If a drunk guy drives and kills a child it's a tragedy. But if he just hits a tree and dies then outside his family nobody cares. Probably a lot of people think he deserved it and better his stupidity kill him and take him out of the picture before he kills someone.

That's why the emergency call never felt right to me.

So you've got a guest going crazy, screaming, breaking stuff, and the emergency call is how they're so scared for him and worried about his health? No way!

Fact is if you're in contact with a completely lost drug addict then you're terrified for your own safety and all the other people working there. The second fear is about all the damage and if you're insurance will cover it or if your boss is gonna fire you. The one thing you never think about is if the one causing you all the worry is ok. It just doesn't add up.

You maybe even hope he hits his head and passes out, then you can get a hold of the situation.

Imagine if you came home and your house was trashed. Who's gonna say "Wow. I sure hope the poor guy who did this didn't hurt himself?" You don't!

I know we can't know if the call was made before or after he fell (shame time of death isn't that precise) but when I heard it it came off like damage limitation: the hotel want to show themselves in the best light and they were so kind and caring and really took care of Liam. But that's overkill. No one expects hotel staff to care about every guest because they get so many.

And what really bothers me is they wanted medical care, but not police. But police deal with drug addicts all the time and know how to handle them. At the very least they'd take him into the station and remove the danger from the hotel. And if things got really serious, they could shoot him in the leg, as extreme as that sounds.

But they wanted to expose unarmed medical workers to a guy deranged from drugs. So how can they care so much about Liam's safety but not care one bit about emergency staff? If they arrive, either they refuse to treat him to protect themselves, or they try and get hurt. So who does that help?

But the thing that REALLY sets off alarm bells (and I can't believe why no one in the media has picked up on this) is the one major worry they have is he'll fall from the balcony, and that's exactly what happened!

Why would anyone in their situation even think about that? It's like they were trying to plant the idea this was a normal, inevitable thing, so don't question it, like a guy going to work and telling his friends "I hope my wife doesn't step on that landmine I happen to leave outside the bedroom door" and when she does it's "accidents happen" and "we all saw it coming".

If they said they hope he didn't hit his head and drown in the bathtub or cut himself on glass and bleed out, and then he did, isn't that a suspicious amount of specifics? So why is this a "natural death" and they predicted it "by coincidence"?

Apologies for the essay but it's so frustrating when I don't see these holes picked up by mainstream outlets. Thanks.

hello

Yeah that's true. I mean the fact that the esteban receptionist guy said "no cops" was weird to me because why would they want their property to continue to be destroyed if he's so violent? Demolishing stuff.

Geoff himself when he visited you could tell was confused and suspicious because nothing in the lobby was destroyed when he walked through it. And when geoff and Paul were on balcony and they shook their heads. They didn't believe that he fell off it seems. ( I agree and if you see my pinned post you'll see a lot more info). Also there was a girl on tiktok, can't remember her name, but she was featured on wax unfiltered videos, she had great theories as well.

Dreezy on tiktok said theh reason receptionist hung up (aka got disconnected the first time), Was bevayse he had to get his story straight with what to say. Or maybe one of the employees had to tell him something and he didnt want it recorded. So he hung up. Then called back the second time.

I also heard a rumor that there was cctv that liam was wandering the halls and went down to the basement. Hotel has security cameras in halls I read on website, and I also saw they they have a three level lobby which I thought was strange.

Side rant/note: I've been wanting to get my hands on hotel floor plans, but, sadly no one wants to help me. I've found developer and construction company so if there's any takers let me know. As well as someone else making a post on reddit forensics for tv analysis. Theres different patterns glass can break depending on the type of object that hit it.

I think i might end up just making this blog private realistically and just keep it for us tumblr users that help each other 🤷‍♀️

Anyways back to your question, you mentioned about security.

Where were security guards when this whole thing was going on? I know security doesn't have the same authority as cops but still.

True about the insurance aspect. I remember someone mentioning that businesses are required to have insurance, and they only pay it if its an accidental death, not suicide. But dont quote me because idr exactly., and also idk the laws in Argentina how that works. So it's possible they wanted to stage it as an accident, for that reason once they realized he passed.

But like you said low wage workers would not be caring about insurance. So maybe they put his body down there to absolve themselves of some type of guilt. It's so strange. Why didn't they just call the ambulance if they saw he had medical issues? Why wait to the point of him dying to then call the ambulance.

And for emergency services, lots of times the paramedics can't perform life saving service until the police are there if there's threat of violence.

True about balcony. Ironic maya talked about liam falling off a balcony. And her book was based in Argentina, but i digress. Did you see the link i posted yesterday of how vanilla ice rapper was almost thrown off his hotel balcony and his security did nothing. Those people had access to his hotel room and we're already inside. Shady things go on behind the scenes...

Also I've posted research before of people saying they've taken cocaine alcohol and anti depressants and most of them say that combo makes you feel relaxed. Although everyone reacts different. Not to mention it was trace amounts, but still I guess everyone reacts differently.

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justalittlepeachyy10/28/2024Can we please talk about how in mayas book it has every scene that directly happened to Liam. Her mom's parents come from hmm, Argentina. Where does Liam go? Argentina. Where did liam move to? Florida, where is one of her chapters? Florida, balcony scene, explains all the moves, an axe smashes into the tv. What only thing was broken in liams room? A smashed TV screen. Sorry, but Maya...you made your book true. This now looks premeditated.

Jjstalittlepeachyyy also has the 10 page essay talking about all the inconsistencies and contradictions so far in this case.

Found peachy girl link, but you probably have to go to her actual Twitter to find the 10 page1black and white text screenshots. Or just search my blog which is easier done than said evause my blog is a mess,

https://www.threads.net/@justalittlepeachyy

Thanks!

[imagine-silk]

Deacon, Danse, Preston and Mac react to a female sole getting injured and, after getting fixed up and she’s kinda strung out on drugs, she simply says “my sober self won’t tell you this, but I love you. Like a lot. Don’t tell her I said that.”

I'm back baby! I thought the idea of inebriated Sole referring to herself as a different person was hilarious. I cut Danse because I had a plan for him and I can't for the life of me find it, very sad.

[Deacon] You love I

He freezes for a moment and then continues to wrap your leg. You are too out of it to hold your train of thought so it was like you never said it at all. Like every other time he's uncomfortable he wants to leave -disappear and surface at his convenience- but he wasn't about to leave you in the middle of nowhere, high out of your mind and severely injured.

He doesn't leave but in the morning you know something's different. There's an extra step while you walk, he sits turned when you eat, his jokes are never personal. "Did I punch you while I was out of it?"

"No? Why would you think that?" His face doesn't react but you know he understands.

"Did I?"

"No."

You know he won't talk about it so you give him space. There are times he has a bit of trouble dealing, this is not new. But the gap just keeps getting wider. It's driving you crazy.

You couldn't help yelling at him, "What's wrong!?"

He looked at you with his eyebrows raised, startled. "Nothing's wrong."

"There is! You're acting weird. Why?"

"You're angry. We should talk about this later. You know, when you're not about to commit murder."

"So you can leave!? NO! Tell me right now or so help me God I will punch you so hard you'll need another face change."

Finally his face changes. His eyebrow point down and so does his mouth, energy matching yours. "Why are you so difficult!?"

"Why are you!? What happened?"

"It doesn't matter. It really doesn't."

"Then you should tell me!"

"YOU LOVE ME!"

The room stopped completely. The anger sizzled out completely and you were both trapped in freezing uncharted waters. That's what happened, what you didn't remember. Embarrassed, shamed, scared. You were naked in front of the man you had taken bullets for, who took bullets for you. One thing however stood out. "That doesn't matter?"

"I shouldn't have done all this. God dammit you are so difficult." He ran his hand down his face in defeat. "But I can't leave. I should have, I wanted to, I want to, but I can't."

You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. He put his chin on your head and sighed. "You make me so uncomfortable."

[Preston] Finger promise

"Really?" He smiles bright and fondly.

"Shh, don't say it so loud."

"You're right," He whispers, "I won't tell her."

"Pinky promise." You held out your finger, your pointer finger.

"Pinky promise." He wrapped his pointer finger around yours.

The next day everything hurt. Your head was clear but that made all the wounds very present. Shuffling down the hall you could smell breakfast. Sitting he passed you a glass of water and left the pot to simmer. "How are you feeling?" He asked, holding his hand to your forehead. "You're a little hot."

You sighed at the comforting touch. "Yeah. I'll be better in a few days. It's nice of you to stay." Instead of being out on patrol.

"Well, you needed me. But more than that I need to tell you something." You couldn't help but let the moment go sour thinking he was going to go off to be a do-gooder while you stay. "But you need to come in close so she doesn't hear me."

"Who?"

"Someone I made a promise to. But you need to hear it." He leaned in closer and cupped his hands to your ear, "I love you too."

It clicked in you what he means. Your hands shoot up to your red face. "Oh my God."

"Sorry I broke our pinky promise." He quickly patted your head and went back to cooking like nothing happened.

[MacCready] Tease all you want

"How much?" He smirked.

"It's really big."

"How big is it?"

"Bigger than you and me. It's huge. Like a super-mutant and a death-claw."

"And sober you knows this?"

"She does! But she's an idiot and never tells you. I'm so much better." You did a pose flinging your arms.

"Careful there. Let's not pop a stitch."

"But you like me better right? Tell her she's stupid!"

The next morning you woke up to MacCready rubbing something on your face. Something cold and stinging. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Curie said this helps bruising. Now lay back down." You did as he said, finding no reason to get up. While he continued patting your face he added, "You know this isn't part of my contract."

"Then why are you staying?" You stuck out your tongue.

"Because you're an idiot."

"I will kill you when I get out this bed."

"Your words not mine. You said to tell you, you're so stupid for not telling me you love me."

"Come again?"

"You love me a lot and it's bigger than a super-mutant and a death-claw put together."

"I'm definitely gonna kill you now. You know too much." He laugh and rubbed your cheek. His smile changed from smug to loving, you almost hated it. "It doesn't bother you?"

"I'd have to be stupid to say it bothered me." He leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth, gentle and chaste, almost not there but ever present.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

After School Special

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

Sam, dressed as an orderly, was sitting in a chair with a clipboard talking to April, a young teen that had killed a classmate at school by drowning her in the toilets in the girl's bathroom. "I'm not talking about it anymore. I already told the cops and the doctors. No one believes me. They think I'm crazy." April said, upset. "Well, I'm a little bit more open-minded than most. April, why did you tell the police you were possessed?" Sam asked her.

"It doesn't matter." April said, shaking her head. "It matters to me." Sam said and April sighs. "When I -- when I hurt Taylor, I was there, in my head, but I couldn't control my body. I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I just wanted to stop. I'm sorry." She explained. "You don’t need to apologize." Sam said and April looks down.

"April, some of the kids at school told the police that you and Taylor didn't get along." he said. "Well, yeah, but I never wanted to kill her. Never. Do you believe me?" she asked him. "Yeah, I do. Just a couple more questions. On the day this happened, did you...happen to smell anything?" he asked her side she furrows her brow.

"Anything...like what?" she asked. "Like rotten eggs or...sulfur?" Sam listed off. "Um, no." she said. "Okay. Um, did you notice any black smoke?" Sam asked and April looked at him like he grew a second head. "What are you, crazy?" she asked.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam approaches the Impala, where Dean and I were waiting for him, and climbs in the back door. "So?" Dean asked him as we turn to look at him. "I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically -- kind of sounds like demonic possession to me." Sam said. "Kind of?" I asked him.

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur." Sam said. "Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious." Dean said. "Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school." Sam said and Dean frowns a bit. "Right. The school." Dean grumbles.

"What?" Sam asked him. "Truman High, home of the Bombers." Dean said and I turn to him. "What's your point?" I asked him. "I mean, we went there, like...for a month a million years ago." He replied then he looks back at Sam. "Why are you so jazzed to go back?" He asked Sam. "I'm not. I just think it's worth looking into." Sam said.

"All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?" Dean asked and Sam smirks a bit. "Don't worry. I got an idea." He said. "Okay." Dean said and he starts the car. "Should I be worried, Sam?" I asked him and he shakes his head as we drive off. "You'll be fine." He said. "Famous last words." I grumbled.

FLASHBACK

TRUMAN HIGH SCHOOL

1997

Dad pulls the motorcycle up to the school and I look up at as I unlatch the straps on my helmet. "Do I really have to go here, Daddy?" I asked as I scrunch up my nose as I look up at the school. "I know, sweetheart, I know going around to so many schools is a pain but this hunt shouldn't take us long." Dad said as I remove the helmet and fix my pigtails.

I pout and sigh as I climb off of the motorcycle. "Hey, you won't be alone. Sam and Dean will be with you." Dad said and I bit the inside of my cheek to hide the smile but I wasn't fast enough to hide is as Dad took notice. "I knew that would get a smile from you. Would you like to tell me which of those boys I need to have a talk with?" Dad asked and I, quickly, turn my head to him.

"N-No. I-I just like to hang out with Sam." I said, quickly. "Oh, it's Sam I gotta talk to?" Dad asked me, grinning. "He and I are just friends, Dad." I said, exasperated. "Uh-huh..sure." Dad said, not believing me. "Sam is like a brother to me, Dad." I said. "And what about Dean?" Dad asked and I felt my heart jump up in my throat. 

In all honesty, I kinda have...no, not kinda...I do have a crush on Dean. I do find him cute and I grew to like him more the older I've gotten. I also like how protective he is to the people he cares about (which is mainly me and Sam), standing his ground and how brave he is.

Pretty much the kind've guy any girl would love to have....minus him always flirting with any girl that he sees. Whenever I had to be with the Winchesters and we would go to different schools, while Dad and Mr Winchester went out on a hunt, I kept have this sick feeling every time I see Dean flirting with other girls.

But deep down I know that Dean would never see me in the way he sees the others girls. I'm four years younger than him and I just have a feeling Dean only sees me as a little sister. Which sucks.

Before I could reply, we hear the sound of an engine and we look and see the familiar black Impala. "Oh, speak of the devil." Dad said as Sam and Dean walk out. "Thanks, Dad." Dean said as he looks through the window then turns to Sam before they walk into the school. "Okay, honey, you have a good day." Dad said and I nod. "Love you." He said. "Love you too." I tell him and he turns behind him, giving Mr Winchester a thumbs up, and they take off while I go over to Dean and Sam.

"I'm just sick of always being the new kid." I hear Sam say, upset. "You'll be fine. If anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know. Relax. Dad said this hunt will take him and (f/n) two weeks, tops. As soon as they get back, we're out of here." Dean assures him. "To another school. Awesome." Sam grumbles.

"Hey, guys." I greeted and they turn to me. "Well, lookie here, it's Pipi Longstocking." Dean teased me, gesturing at my pigtails, and I scoff at him but I felt the heat on my cheeks and Sam smiles at me. "Hey, (y/n)!" He said and we hug each other.

"If it makes you feel better, Sam. I'm not really happy about this either." I said. "Hey, like I said, it shouldn't take them long to do this hunt. We'll be out of here before you two know it." Dean tries to assure us but Sam and I share a look of disbelief. Then we head inside the school and make our way down the hall and into the principal's office. 

After getting our class schedules, we walked out of there and back out into hallway then Dean turns to us. "Well, good luck, you two." He said as he pats Sam's shoulder then he goes and ruffles the top of my head. "Hey!" I exclaimed and he chuckles as he walks and I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter when I see Dean smile.

Next thing I knew, Sam and I were standing in front of our class and the teacher, Mr Wyatt, begins to introduce us. "Ladies and gentlemen, please say hello to Sam Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)." He said. "Hi, Sam. Hi, (y/n)." Our classmates said while Sam and I stand there and I felt very uncomfortable.

"Is there anything you two would like to tell us about yourselves?" Mr Wyatt asked us. "Not really." Sam said and I shake my head, gulping. "Okay. Uh, grab a seat." Mr Wyatt said and both Sam and I walk down the aisle to a couple of empty desks that were behind each other. We place our backpacks on our respective desks and I heard a clank of a metal hitting the surface. 

I look over and see Sam's knife had fallen out on the seat. He quickly grabs it and hides it, but not before I could see this one kid, dark hair and glasses, sees it. "Whoa, that's yours? Awesome!" he said as Sam sits down in the desk in front of me as I sit down in mine as Mr Wyatt begins his class.

"All right, gang...essay assignment." he said and all the kids began to groan, disappointed. "Yeah, yeah, my heart breaks for you." he said as he goes to write on the chalkboard. "Hey...I'm Barry." Barry introduced to us in a whisper. "Sam." Sam greeted. "(Y/n)." I said as Mr Wyatt continues. "Okay, now, I want three pages of your most memorable family experience. Just a reminder though, this is going to be worth half your final grade…" he said but then I look over to my left and noticed this bigger boy, with a mop of curly hair, flicking Barry's ear.

"Leave him alone." I said to the bigger boy and Sam turns his head to see who I was talking to. "Shh, I'm going for a record." The boy said as he continues flicking Barry's ear while Mr Wyatt continues on. "I don’t care what you write about, or even how you write about it. I’m looking for the brutal, funny, maybe even painful, truth. OK everybody, any questions? OK, let’s get started."

"Hey, she said, leave him alone." Sam said to the kid and the kid looks over at us. "You want to take his place...midget?" The kid asked with a sneer. Sam sits there then turns his body in his seat and glares at the kid. "Yeah. Sure." He said and I give a worried look at Sam.

Dean's gonna kill him if he gets into a fight. I thought as the kid looked taken aback by Sam's boldness.

Present Day

I walked out of the library and started to walk out into the hallway to find the boys as the bell rings to dismiss classes. I was wearing a black skirt, black heels and a white button up blouse and black rectangular shaped glasses, looking like a librarian.

After catching a few teen boys looking at me as if this was the first time they had seen a girl, I meet up with Sam, who is dressed as a janitor and pushing a cart. "Hey, Sam." I called out and he turns to me. "Hey, you find anything?" He asked me. "No, nothing. You?" I asked and he shakes his head. 

"Hmm...maybe there's nothing here. Maybe Dean was right, kids are just vicious." I said, shrugging. "Yeah, maybe...hey, you remember, Mr Wyatt?" Sam asked me as we head to the gym. "Yeah...what about him?" I asked and Sam smirks. "He's still teaching here." He said. "Wow, shouldn't he be like...in retirement age?" I asked and he shrugs. "Guess not." He said as we come upon the gym doors. "Well, he was a good teacher for the short time we got with him." I said and we enter the gym.

At that moment, I stop in my tracks as I see Dean standing before the line of kids. He was wearing a white t-shirt, tight red shorts and a red headband on his head. Something about seeing him dressed like that made my heart beat go crazy, especially those shorts.

"Ms. Boudreaux never let us play dodge ball." the boy said. "Well, Ms. B's in Massachusetts getting married, so we're playing." Dean said. "She says it's dangerous." the boy points out and Dean blows his whistle that was around his neck. "Take a lap!" Dean shouts. "But --" the boy said but Dean blows his whistle again and the boy runs and Sam waves to get Dean's attention.

He looks over at us and I noticed that his eyes widen at my outfit then he throws the bag of balls to the class. "Go nuts." He said and he walks over to us. "Having fun?" Sam asked Dean. "The whistle makes me their God." Dean said, proudly, and Sam chuckles. 

"Right. Nice shorts." I said, nodding towards his shorts. He looks down at them then over at me. "Nice skirt." He said as his eyebrow raises up in interest while his eyes look down at my skirt. The corner of my lips twitches up a bit then I said. "Eyes up here, horndog." 

He looks back at me but before he could say anything, Sam speaks up. "Guys, I'm right here." He said and Dean and I get back to focus at the task. "Yeah, right, right....uh, Find anything?" Dean asked Sam. "I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur." Sam replied. "Yeah, I've check as well. Nothing." I said.

"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case." Dean said. "I don't know. Maybe I was wrong." Sam said, shrugging. "Well, it happens to the best of us. I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch -- it’s sloppy-joe day." Dean said, smirking, then we heard a loud thud. "Ohh!" The boy said and he runs by us, holding his nose.

"Good hustle, Colby! Walk it off!" Dean tells the kid and Sam and I shake our heads at this. "I met up with you guys later." Sam said and he grabs the cart and walks away. "Yeah, I better head off too." I said as I start to turn on my heels. I barely take a few steps when I hear a wolf whistle behind me. I look over my shoulder to find Dean staring after me with a lustful look, along with a smirk. I smirk back and decided to tease him.

"Like what you see, Coach?" I asked him did a little pose as if I were a model. "Oh yeah. You pull off that sexy librarian look real well. You should wear that more often." He said as his eyes roam my body. "I will...if you start wearing that more often." I said as I gesture to his outfit. He raises an intrigued eyebrow at me and I wink at him before I walk away from him, swaying my hips in a way I know would drive Dean crazy.

Minutes later, Sam leads me and Dean down a deserted school hallway, taking us to this room where he found this boy having ectoplasm oozing out of him after he grabbed another kid's arm and shoved it into a Cuisinart, after the boy bullied him.

"How's the nonviolence assembly going?" Sam asked Dean. "Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a healthy display of anger." Dean replied. "So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?" I asked Sam and he nods. "Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit. It's got to be ghost possession." He said. "Yeah, but that's pretty rare." Dean said.

"Yeah, but it happens. I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body." Sam explained. "All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?" Dean asked. "Yeah, but where? I mean, there's no EMF." Sam said, exasperated, and I think for a moment.

"Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something." I suggested. "Way ahead of you. I had to break into the principal's office to get this." Dean said as he pulls out a paper from his pocket and unfolds it. 

"So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook." Dean said and Sam and I share a look of recognition. "What?" Dean asked and I sigh, sadly, at this. "(Y/n) and I knew him." Sam said and I bite my lips feeling so horrible for Barry.

"How did he die?" I asked Dean, upset. "He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom." He said and I close my eyes at this. "That's where --" Sam started to say but Dean finishes it for him. "Right where the chick got swirleyed to death, exactly. So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?" Dean asked.

"And using them to go after bullies, yeah." I said as I open my eyes to look between the boys. "Well, does that sound like Barry’s M.O.?" Dean asked. "Barry had a hard time." Sam said, sympathetically.

Flashback

It was between classes and there were students in the hallway, all heading to their next classes. Sam and I were walking down the hall and saw Barry walking down the hall when another student bumps him and makes him drop his books.

Sam and I see this and we go and help him pick up his stuff. "Thanks, guys." Barry said. "Great school." Sam said qwqithq sarcasm. "I don't care. Three years, and I'm out of here. I'm going to Michigan State. They got the best vet program in the country." Barry said after we hand his stuff to him and began to walk down the hallway.

"Do you like animals?" I asked Barry and he nods. "They're a lot nicer than people." He said and I let out a small laugh. We were walking to class when closet door opens and out comes Dean and some pretty blonde girl, both looking a bit disheveled.

That sick feeling came back up and I bite my lips at this as Dean noticed us. "Yo! Sammy! (y/n)!" He calls out and waves at us. Sam and I wave, unenthusiastically, at him then he and the girl leave, the girl giggles as they run down the hall.

"That's your brother with Amanda Heckerling?" Barry asked Sam, who nods. "He's cool." Barry said, smiling. "Yeah. He thinks so." Sam mutters while I just look down and stare at my feet, fiddling with the straps of my backpack. 

I don't know what this feeling is but I really don't like it. I mean when we were younger, I could at least talk to Dean but lately it's like I can't get words out when I see him and I sound like a stuttering idiot. 

I wish I could be as confident as those girls Dean goes after. Maybe then, Dean would see me in a different light and not see me as this little girl he has to babysit along with his brother.

"Hey, tough guy." A loud voice shouts and Sam, Barry and I look over and see Dirk, the bully, coming over to us. "I been looking for you. Still want to take Barry’s place?" Dirk asked Sam.

"Get out of here, Barry." Sam warned Barry. "I'll go get a teacher." Barry said and he runs off while Dirk towers over Sam, I stood beside Sam. "You want to go?" Dirk asked Sam. "I'm not gonna fight you, Dirk." Sam said. "Why not? You chicken?" Dirk asked as he shoves Sam. "Hey, leave him alone!" I shout and Dirk looks at me then back at Sam.

"You're gonna let your girlfriend fight for ya? Come on!" Dirk shouts as he shoves him again. "No." Sam refuses then Dirk hits Sam, who falls to the ground. He stays there, looking up at Dirk, while I go over to Dirk. "Stop it!" I shout as I try to push him back. But he didn't budge and then he shoves me down, hard. 

I yelped in pain as I land on my side while Dirk turns his attention to Sam, who looked over at me with worry. "Get up! Get up! Come on! Get up! Don't let your girlfriend fight your fights for you!" Dirk shouts at him. "I'm not his girlfriend!" I yelled just as Mr Wyatt comes in.

"Hey, get back! Get back. That is enough." he said as he grabs Dirk and they walk away. Sam watches them then gets up and walks over to me. "You okay?" He asked me as he helps me up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Probably gonna be bruised in the morning." I said as I rub my side.

Present Day

That night, the boys and I were standing at Barry's grave after we had dug up his coffin. Sam puts in the salt, I poured out the fuel and Dean throws in the lighted match. "So long, Barry Cook." Dean said and I frown as Barry's corpse was engulfed in flames and I couldn't help but feel awful for him.

Later, we were in the Impala, Dean driving, Sam in the backseat and I was in the passenger seat, and I leaned against the window, looking out at the dark woods. "You two all right?" Dean asked us but I don't respond, still feeling like utter crap.

"Barry was mine and (y/n)'s friend. We just burned his bones." Sam said, gloomy. "Well, he's at peace now, guys." Dean assured us and I felt his hand pat my leg, comforting. "If Dad and John had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe we could have helped the kid, you know?" I said, sadly.

"You read the coroner's report same as me. Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out. It was tragic, but it's not yours or Sam's fault. To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school." Dean said. "It wasn't all bad." Sam said. "Yeah, probably one of the best schools I've been to." I said as I look over at Dean.

"How can you say that after what happened to you two?" Dean asked us and I start to remember that day.

​​Flashback

Sam, Dean and I were sitting on the small bleachers by the school. Dean had found out about our fight with Dirk and he was not happy as he paced across from us. "That kid's dead." Dean growls. "Dean." I said, in a soft exasperated voice, but he ignores me.

"I'm gonna rip his lungs out!" Dean yells. "It's not a big deal." Sam said. "Not a big deal? Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here --" Dean said, angrily. "He's not." Sam said. "Well, I am! And as soon I'm finished with that dick --" Dean growls, angrily, and I let out an annoyed sigh.

"Shut up, okay?! We don't need your help." Sam said as he gestures between me and him and Dean stops his pacing and stands in front of him. "That's right, you don't. You two could have torn him apart. So why didn't you?" Dean asked us. "Because I don't want to be the freak for once, Dean. I want to be normal." Sam said. "Me too." I said.

"So taking a beating -- that's normal?" Dean asked, annoyed. "It's better than being seen as the weirdo." I muttered and Dean gives me an unimpressed look. But before he could say anything, Sam changes the subject.

"Any word from Dad? Or Mr (l/n)?" Sam asked. "Dad called this morning, said he's going to be another week at least. We weren’t supposed to be here this long." Dean said, sounding a bit annoyed and impatient, and I look down. "At least you've got Amanda. She’s cool." Sam said and I felt the sick feeling again once hearing her name. "Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents." Dean said and that feeling started to leave. Dean sounded annoyed by this and for some reason this made me feel a bit better.

Later, class was dismissed and Sam and I start to leave with the rest of the class until Mr Wyatt calls out to us. "Mr. Winchester, Miss (l/n) can I talk to you two?" he asked and Sam and I share a look then goes over to Mr Wyatt's desk, Barry walks up behind us.

"Um...I'll wait for you outside." Barry said and he walks out of the classroom. "Look, if this is about the fight, we didn't start it." Sam said to Mr Wyatt. "Oh, no, it's not about the fight, kids. You know this assignment was nonfiction, right?" He asked us. "Yes, Mr. Wyatt." Sam and I said after we share a look.

"So you and your family killed a werewolf last summer? And, (y/n), you and your dad killed a vampire couple of years ago? Why would you two write something like this?" Mr Wyatt asked us and I shrug. "It doesn't matter." I said and Sam nods. "Yeah...as soon as my Dad and her Dad get back, we're leaving, so you can flunk me if you want to." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, me too." I said and Mr Wyatt shakes his head.

"I'm not flunking you two. I'm giving both of you an "A." Now, aside from the werewolf, is that really how you'd describe your family, Sam?" Mr Wyatt asked Sam. "Yeah." Sam said. "Well, your brother is quite a character. And your father -- he seems, uh, driven. Anyway, it's good, Sam. It’s really good." Mr Wyatt said then he turns to me. "And, (y/n), this is also good. Your father...the way you write him, it's almost like he's Superman." He said then he looks between us.

"Have you two ever thought about pursuing writing?" he asked us. "I can't. I have to go into the family business." Sam said and I shrug again. "I don't think writings for me." I said while Mr Wyatt gives Sam a curious look. "Family business?" Mr Wyatt asked us. "Yeah, my, aah -- my dad's a mechanic. So I have to be a mechanic, too." Sam said. 

"Do you want to go in the family business, Sam?" Mr Wyatt asked Sam, who seemed surprised by this question. "No one's ever asked me that before." He said. "Well?" Mr Wyatt asked. "More than anything, no." Sam said and I place a hand on his shoulder.

"Well...I don't want to overstep my bounds here, but...you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Look, I mean, I know what it's like. I come from a family of surgeons, and that wasn't me. So, you know, I traded in the money and prestige of being a doctor for all the glamour you see around you." Mr Wyatt said and Sam and I chuckle before he continues. "But the point is...there may be three or four big choices that shape someone's whole life, and you need to be the one that makes them, not anyone else. You two seem like a great kids. Just live the life you two want to live." 

Present Day

"We came back here so you could talk to a teacher?" Dean asked Sam as we pull up to the school. "He's a good guy." Sam said. "I second that." I said and Dean rolls his eyes. "Well, whatever. Go have your Robin Williams O captain! My captain! moment. Just make it quick." Dean said and Sam walks out of the Impala.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam is walking down a deserted hallway, running his hand through his hair as he walks while deep in thought. "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me find room 305?" A young woman asked Sam as she approaches him. Sam stops and shakes his head and responds to her. "Sure. Um...head down the hall, take your first right, and it’s the third door on the left." He said and the girl smiles. "Thanks, Sam." She said, smiling.

Then she takes out a knife and stabs him in the stomach. "You got tall, Winchester." She growls and she kicks him in the face. He falls to the ground then opens a small jar he grabs from his jacket pocket as the girl approaches him. Then he grabs her and forces the salt in her mouth.

The ghost looks like it is ripped from her body and flies out the door. She collapses, and Sam sits in the hall holding her, looking around.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Trust me. This will help." Dean said to Sam as he hands him a beer after I helped fix Sam's wound. We were sitting on the Impala and Sam had just told us what happened to him when he entered the school. "That ghost is dead. I'm gonna rip its lungs out! Well, you know what I mean." Dean growls. "It knew my name, Dean. My real name. We burned Barry’s bones. What the hell?" Sam said, confused, while I go and review the file we got.

"Well, maybe it wasn't Barry. Maybe we missed something. We just got to go back." Dean said and I noticed something in the file. "No way. How did we not see this before?" I said, shocked. "What?" Both of the boys asked then I hold up a picture. "Check it out -- Look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty -- they rode the same bus." I said. "Okay, so maybe the bus is haunted." Sam said, shrugging.

"Well, that would explain why there's no EMF at the school, but not the attacks. I mean, ghosts are tied to the places that they haunt. They can't just bail." Dean said and I nod. "Exactly." I said. "Unless this one can. Guys, there's lore about spirits possessing people and riding them for miles, then whenever they leave the body, they're bungeed back to their usual haunt. But until then, the ghosts can go wherever they want." Sam said.

"So a spook just grabs a kid on the bus and walks right into Truman?" Dean asked. "It's possible." Sam said. "Ghosts getting creative -- well, that's super." Dean said with sarcasm.

Later, Sam is in the back of the bus with an EMF meter. Dean and I were up front, searching for some clue of the ghost. "Definitely ain't clean." Sam said. "Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Dean said and I look over at Dean. "It's not a dog, Dean." I said.

"Man, I don't get it. No one ever died on this bus, and it's not like there's a body hidden in here." Sam said. "Yeah, but a flap of skin, a hair, I mean, hell, a hangnail -- something's got to be tying the ghost to this place. We just got to find it." Dean said as I go to the front of the bus and look through the papers.

"Got a new driving permit. Issued two weeks ago." I said as I held up the papers. "Just before the first attack." Sam mutters. "Yeah. Name of the bus driver is..." I stopped as I read the name, recognizing it. "...Dirk McGregor Sr., 39 North Central Avenue." I said as I look over Sam and we share a look of realization.

"What? Guys, what's wrong?" Dean asked us and Sam and I turn to him. "We knew his son." I said. "Did you two know everybody at this school?" Dean asked us, exasperated. "Well, unlike you, Dean where you were trying to get laid, Sam and I were trying to have a somewhat normal life." I said.

​Flashback

School was letting out and Sam, Barry and I were walking out of it as we talked until Barry was pushed down by Dirk. "Got to watch where you're going, man." Dirk sneered at Barry as I help him up. "Leave him alone, Dirk." Sam said to Dirk.

"You never learn, do you, midget?" Dirk asked Sam as he turns to him. "Get to the bus, Barry." I tell him and Barry runs off while Dirk pushes Sam. "Hey!" I shout and I run towards Dirk but he pushes me back as well.

"What's the matter? You two scared? Don't worry. I'll go easy on you two this time. Come on, Losers. Let’s see what you got." Dirk taunts us as Sam and I slowly get up while a crowd of kids start to gather around and watch us. "Come on, freaks! Freaks!" Dirk shouts at us and Sam and I stand up and, deciding we had enough, began to fight back.

Dirk was caught off guard by us fighting back and he tried to take a few swings at us but we ducked then we'd punch him, hard. Eventually, Sam knocks him down. "You're not tough. You're just a jerk. Dirk the jerk." Sam said and the kids began to chant Dirk the jerk and Dirk looks around at everyone, embarrassed and scared, before he runs off.

Present Day

"So, you were friends with Dirk?" Mr McGregor asked us as we walk in his living room. "Yes, sir, in high school." Sam said. "I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman. Here, sit. Sit down." Mr McGregor said and we sit on the couch across from him.

"When did, uh -- when did Dirk pass?" I asked him. "He was 18." Mr McGregor replied. "What happened to him?" Sam asked. "Well, there was, first, drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs. And then he just slipped through my fingers. It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk, he, uh -- he had his troubles." Mr McGregor said.

"What kind of troubles?" Dean asked. "School was never easy for Dirk. We didn't have much money, and, well, you know, kids -- they can be cruel. They picked on him." Mr McGregor said and I furrow my brow. "They picked on him?" I asked. "They called him poor and dirty and stupid. They even had a nickname for him -- Dirk the jerk. And after what happened to his mother, he…" Mr McGregor said before he stops.

"His mother?" Sam asked. "Yeah, Jane, my wife. She died when Dirk was 13. Cancer. I was working three jobs, so it fell to Dirk to take care of her. And he was a great kid. He made sure Jane got her medicine. He helped her, cleaned up after her. But, you know, you -- you watch somebody die slow, waste away to nothing...it does things to a person. Horrible things." He said.

"We didn't know about his mother." I said, starting to feel bad for Dirk. "He -- he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy." Mr McGregor explained and I frown. "I'm sorry." I said and Sam nods. "Yeah  me too." He said.

"Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr. McGregor. Um, you mind telling us where Dirk is buried? Dean asked him. "Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated." Mr McGregor said. "All of him?" Dean asked his brow furrowed. "Well, I kept a lock of his hair." Mr McGregor said. "Oh, that's -- that's nice. Where do you keep that?" Dean asked. "On my bus, in my Bible." Mr McGregor said and the boys and I share a quick look.

That night, the boys and I stay off to the side waiting for the  Mr McGregor's bus come down the road after taking a sports team to a game. We had laid down spikes on the road and, eventually, it drives over them and the bus serves to the side. The bus door opens and the driver steps out of it. 

Sam and I walk up and cock our shotguns. "Dirk!" Sam yells and the driver turns to us, smiling. The driver was possessed by Dirk. "Winchester and (l/n). What are you two gonna do, shoot me?" Dirk asked then Dean sneaks up behind him and wraps a rope around his middle.

"Don't need to. That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere." I said and Dean heads into the bus. "All right, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay." Dean said to the passengers.

"Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?" I hear a kid asked and I smirk. "Not really. I'm like 21 Jump Street. The bus driver sells pot." Dean said and he goes to look for the lock of hair on the bus. "It's not here!" Dean shouts and Sam and I turn to Dirk.

"Where is it?" Sam asked Dirk. "No way you'll ever find it." Dirk said, smiling, then I push my shotgun to his chest. "Where is it?!" I demanded. "Sam Winchester and (y/n) (l/n). Still a couple of bullies. You, you jocks...you popular kids...you stuck up bitches...you always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you two, I was just Dirk the jerk, right? Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you." Dirk growls.

"(Y/n) and I are not evil, Dirk. We're not. And neither were you. Trust me. (Y/n) and I have seen real evil. We were scared and miserable, and we took it out on each other -- us and everybody else. That's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better." Sam said. "We're just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that...you or Barry." I said and Dirk continues to glare at us. "Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever." He growls then he breaks out of the rope.

I fire salt at him, and his spirit flies back to the bus while the man he possessed falls backwards. Sam and I look around until Sam was attacked from behind by a student, who is now possessed by Dirk. "SAM!" I shout as Dirk knocks him down I go and aim my shotgun but Dirk knocks the gun out of my hands and starts to beat me up. 

Dean runs out of the bus and fires a salt shot at him but misses. "Dean! Find the hair!" I shout as Sam gets up and helps me fight Dirk and I see Dean run over to the driver before Dirk goes to throw a punch at me but I duck and then Sam punches him behind his head and Dirk turns to him.

"Hey, buddy, this isn't what it looks like." Dean said then a few seconds later Dirk screams and flies out of the student and the student falls onto Sam. "Little help?" Sam calls out, strained, and I go over to him and help. "He's giving you the full cowgirl." Dean jokes and I shake my head at this. "Dean, please help." I said and Dean comes over and helps me.

Flashback

The hallway was full of students as Sam and I walk down the hall. As we pass, the kids say things like good job, guys, Sam and (y/n), great job with Dirk the jerk and give us high-fives. Sam and I smile at each other and I, honestly, felt good and confident for the first time in my life.

But then Dean comes up and he looked relieved. "Hey, Dad and Mr (l/n) are back." He said and Sam and I frown a bit but nod.

Later, we were waiting outside as the Impala and my dad's motorcycle pulls up. "I can't wait to get the hell out of here. This place sucks." Dean said as he gets into the Impala but Sam and I turn around and see Barry sitting by the window, looking out at us. Sam and I wave at him and he waves back at us.

"Come on, Sam." Dean yells and I turn to Sam. "See you, later." I said. "See ya." Sam said and we hug each other and I look over at Dean. "See ya, Dean!" I said, happily, and I run over to Dad's motorcycle while Sam got into the Impala.

"Hey, kiddo." Dad greets me as I get on the back of the bike and grab the helmet. "Hey, Dad. Guess the hunting job went well?" I asked and Dad nods. "Yes. How was school?" Dad asked and I looked back at the school and a small smile forms on my lips. "Actually, it wasn't that bad." I said, smiling fondly.

Present Day

Dean and I were standing by the Impala as we waited for Sam to talk to Mr Wyatt. I was leaning against the car as I look over the school building, thinking about our time we spent here all those years ago.

"Whatcha thinking?" Dean asked and I turn my head to him. "Just...reminiscing." I said and he stares at me. "Why do you and Sam like this place so much? This place sucked." Dean grumbles. "Oh, just cause you didn't get laid with...what was her name...Amanda? Doesn't mean this place was bad." I said. "Besides, Sam and I made some good memories here, even if we spent a short amount of time here before we moved on."

Dean huffs at this and I shake my head. "Well...you wanna know something?" I asked him and he turns back to me. "What's that?" He asked me. "I was jealous of Amanda." I replied. "What? Why?" Dean asked and I scoffed. "Cause she had your attention." I said.

“How come you didn’t tell me?” Dean asked, furrowing his brow, and I shake my head, amused. “Because I thought you only saw me as a sister since I’m the same age as Sam. And I just thought it was a stupid little girl crush. I kept thinking you'd never see me in that way." I explained and I let out a humorless laugh. "I do now." He said and we share a smile.

"So...back then did you have like...a diary and write my name with hearts written over it?" Dean asked, teasingly, and I scoff. "Oh, c'mon, nothing like Dear Diary, I'm gonna see Dean again. I'm so excited I might pee myself?" He asked me and I let out a small laugh then punch his arm, playfully. "Would it help you sleep at night if I admit it?" I asked. "Maybe...yeah." he said and I smirk. "Then no, I didn't." I said. "Oh, c'mon!" He said and I stick my tongue out at him.

"You can be such a weirdo sometimes." Dean said. "And you can be a jackass sometimes." I said and I take his hand in mine. "But I love you anyway." I said and he smiles. "I love you too." He said and we share a kiss.

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Marvel characters as your parents

Moon knight

Marc- Marc is the fun dad. He'd make your favorite foods every day and would buy anything you asked for. He'd never yell at you unless it has to do with your safety. Every Friday the two of you would do something fun together. Whether it's mini gulf or board games at home you'd always have fun. If you were to ever be in a bad mood he would make sure you're happy by the end of the day. The idea of you being upset breaks his heart. He'd let you take mental health days off of school whenever you asked him. If you were missing too much school he would see how you feel about a therapist (but he would never force you). At night before bed you would both watch TV in the living room together.

Steven- Steven is overprotective and very anxious around you. He worrys that he won't be a good dad. All he wants is for you to be happy which causes him to stress about you. He'd be the parent who cares more about your education. He'd help you do homework whenever you want. If you were failing a class he'd help you as much as possible. Steven would never yell at you. He's worried he would scare you or upset you. If you ever were to be upset he would immediately blame himself. He'd do anything to make you feel better but he'll feel guilty cause he thinks he's at fault. Steven likes to read to you when he knows your in a bad mood. All together he's very sweet towards you and shows affection often.

Jake: Jake is overprotective as well but he's the opposite of anxious. He's very confident and knows they're all better dad's than their mother. He is very loving and also shows affection towards you. Because he doesn't see you as often as Marc and Steven when you do see each other it's always special. He is the best to react when your upset. He'll immediately comfort you and find out what's wrong. After he finds out what's causing your discomfort he immediately eliminates it. He'll help you get through it no matter what. Jake often takes you to parks to hang out and have a good day. He also drives you around in his car. He'd take you anywhere you asked.

Loki- Loki is a very serious but very loving dad. He didn't have the best relationship with his dad but he wants to make sure you do. Being Loki's daughter means you also have Thor as an uncle. Thor is always excited to see you and usually hangs out with you at least once a week. When Loki had become a dad he decided the best thing to do was to move to Midgard so you grew up on Earth with the avengers. He'd get you anything you want, his only desire is to make you happy. Loki always thinks about you before anyone else. He'd do anything for you.

Bucky- Bucky is very calm as a dad. He'd let you go out with your friends without question. As long as you keep your location on and your phone with you he's on board. He enjoys going on runs with you and will try convincing you to run with him in the mornings. Being Bucky's child means you'll also be close to Steve and Sam. You also talk to Natasha a lot, her almost being a mother figure. Bucky will go out with you every other day doing things like eating out and going to parks. He doesn't care much about your grades but if you ever need help he will. Bucky is a great dad and just wants to spend time with you.

Stephen- Stephen is very protective as a dad. He's stressed something will happen to you 24/7. Everything he does is in hopes to make you safer. He makes sure your always near him in case something like infinity war happens again. Because you are almost always around him, you'll most likely become friends with both Peter Parker and America Chavez. He loves you more than anything but is more of a strict dad. He wants you to go to school and get a good education (hopefully something medicaly related). He'd love if you became a surgeon like him that way he'd be able to help you more. He may seem like a crazy dad from the outside but really just wants you to be safe. If you didn't like how strict he is all you have to do is talk to him and he'd cool down a bit.

Natasha- Natasha is a very calm mom. She is more strict than most of the avengers but it evens out having Yelena as your aunt. Yelena will do ANYTHING with you no matter how dangerous it is. Of course she'll make sure nothing happens to you but she won't stop you from doing things unless they really were too dangerous. Natasha wants you to do good in school even if that means paying for a tutor. If you were upset Natasha would immediately comfort you. She would be very affectionate and would make sure you know your loved.

Peter- (I am doing Peter as your older brother instead just so this makes more sense.) Peter is one of the best people to have as a brother. He knows what it feels like to not really have parents so he makes sure to fill that roll. If you ever struggle with homework he'll help you, most likely doing most of it himself. He is also very affectionate towards you. The two of you are basically best friends, always hanging out together. You also become friends with Mj and Ned. The four of you hang out and always do fun stuff on the weekends. All together you and your brother have a lot of fun together.

Steve- Steve is a very strict dad. Although he is very serious about things like your grades, your health and happiness is his priority. If you have trouble with mental health he will put that first. He will help you solve and problems that you have and make sure you get better. If you need a therapist he'd talk to his friends and see if they recommend anyone. With Steve as your dad, Bucky is almost like your uncle. He's most likely also your godfather. If anything were to happen to Steve, Bucky would always take care of you. Steve and Bucky are both very loving towards you.

Tony- Tony is a pretty cool dad. He doesn't care much about what you do as long as your safe. He doesn't care about your grades as long as you try your best. He'd enjoy when you hang out with him while he's working. Even if your just on your phone. He'd help you with school if you asked him to. The two of you would be pretty close and would most likely spend a lot of time together. You do your homework in his lab while he works and the two of you always eat meals together. If you were struggling with mental health he would comfort you and make sure you don't feel alone. If you agreed he'd find you a good therapist to help you. Tony is a very good dad and always shows his love for you.

Wanda+Vision- Wanda and Vision are very loving parents. You spend your time watching TV and playing games with the two of them. Wanda is very caring, always making sure your happy. She'd do absolutely anything to be with you. Wanda is very protective of you and always wants you to be safe. Vision is very similar as a dad but he's more calm. Vision's favorite thing to do with you is go to the park. He loves seeing you smile and will walk through countless parks with you and Wanda. The three of you have fun together almost daily. Both Wanda and Vision care more about you and your health than school. Over all they are very good parents and would almost never be upset with you.

Matt Murdock- Matt wants you to have a good relationship with him. He always makes sure he's fair causing the two of you get along very well. He's affectionate towards you, wanting to make sure you know how loved you are. His favorite thing to do with you is to just walk around the city and talk about how things have been with you. He just wants to spend time with you, enjoying all the quality time he can get. He often eats dinner with you so he can be around you more. He also let's you hang out by his desk when he's working. If you were to be struggling with mental health he'd know almost immediately. He'd be extra affectionate and would check on you much more often. Eventually he'd talk to you about it and see what he can do to help. He always wants you to be happy and would do anything to ensure you are. He's a very loving dad and would do anything to keep you safe.

Wanda(dsmom)- After your dad and brothers had disappeared you and Wanda moved to a very isolated area. She had become much more protective of you, scared that something bad would happen. She still lets you do everyday things but makes sure your always close enough that if you needed help you could call for her. When she was trying to capture America she would most likely have you stay at a friend's house in fear that she would scare you or you'd be hurt. When she sees America it reminds her of you which scares her but the thought of you alone without your brothers scares her more.

[anxious-lee]

|| Darkwing Duck Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: this show is so freaking wholesome and an untapped goldmine for tickle scenarios

@ticklish-ghost-archive i saw your darkwing duck tickle art you posted and just wanted to share this with you in case you were still interested in this fandom

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Drake Mallard (Darkwing Duck)

- can't believe I get to say this but he is CANONICALLY TICKLISH

- this dude (much like his '17 variant) is a chaotic switch. everything about him is chaotic

- doesn't tickle as often as he gets tickled

- has breathy belly laughter

- can admit that he's ticklish if he's not feeling self conscious about it. like if no one asks him, he can admit it pretty casually if it's relevant. but if someone asks him like "are you ticklish? 😏" he'll go into full denial. and there is NO winning that battle

- will NEVER admit verbally that he enjoys being a lee. being a ler, maybe. but never the lee

- worst spot is his belly. 1. bc bellies are adorable and they're my favorite and 2. bc when archie the spider was under DW's clothes tickling him, he said "that's my special spot" at the same time he curled into a ball, seemingly trying to protect his middle

- only two people who get to tickle him are gosalyn and launchpad. he seems to be a very closed off person anyway so letting someone get so close as to tickle him is not something that happens often

- with how obsessed he is with his image and never showing vulnerability, it's a HUGE act of trust for him to let himself be tickled

- lee moods drive him crazy. he could be listening to J. Gander talk about the most fascinating case in the world and all he would be thinking about is dem tïĉķľĕs

- when he gets in these moods, he becomes a needy cat. just sprawling onto launchpad's lap or pushing his feet up against him. acting bratty won't get him what he wants because he acts bitchy all the time. you would hardly be able to tell the difference

- launchpad (bless his heart) is not the brightest bulb so these hints are pretty lost on him. "oh sorry DW, d'ya want me to scootch over?", "gee DW you sure are cuddly today", etc

- (darkwing never can tell if LP's stringing him along on purpose or if he's really just that dense)

- eventually DW has to resort to going "hey lp... um... would'ya mind.. uh-you know... doing the *wriggles fingers* thing?"

- and launchpad smiles big and warm and says "aw, of course DW, climb on over here"

- ADORES being tickled by launchpad, it's his favorite thing

- darkwing does the Jim CummingsTM hoot-laugh when it really tickles. he finds it SO humiliating and damaging to his suave and mysterious image, so he tries to hold it in. launchpad loves it however and knows how badly his partner needs a laugh every now and then, so he'll try to coax it out of him; "aw DW, I heard that laugh~. just let it all out and you'll feel better. i know it really tickles~"

- ^ it always works eventually, and launchpad's right; DW does feel better afterwards

- he doesn't ever need tickles from gosalyn because, you know, that's his CHILD. so when gos tickles him, it's because SHE wants to play and he obliges happily

- gosalyn remembers how ticklish her dad is from when they first met and uses that to her advantage when they play. his saving grace? he knows her tickle spots too

- as a ler, his greatest asset is his unpredictability. he's clever, he's eccentric, he's thinks on his feet, and he'll try anything to make his lee laugh

- SADISTIC TICKLER

- RUN

- teases with silly baby talk (as he's shown to do in the series anyway); "d'aww is someone giggly because I found their tickle spot?" "coochiecoochiecoochiecoochiecoooo~" "I think someone's ticklish~"

- OR alternatively, oblivious teases; "what was that, I can't hear you over that laughing sound?"

- tickles gosalyn when she goes overboard with the smack talk. eventually DW catches on that she's goading him on purpose to get tickled, but he pretends not to notice. He loves it, too. you called me old and dorky? well I'd say that deserves a tickly sentence 😈

- will actually threaten her with raspberries if she doesn't settle down for bed. as expected, she ignores the threats completely, and doesn't fight that hard when it's time for her comeuppance

- tickling launchpad is a lot easier because he's not as spunky as gos and also he's a BTG (Big Ticklish Giant)

- not only that, but he's easier to trap; "say LP, be a lamb and grab the sugar on the top shelf for me?" works every time

- as cold and aloof as darkwing pretends to be, seeing launchpad, the sun in his universe, laugh and smile is like pure ecstasy for him. that's why he loves to tickle him

- doesn't bother with starting out slow, he just gets straight to the big laughter

- surprisingly very encouraging and supportive of launchpad whilst tickling him. if he notices LP getting a little too hysterical, he'll ease up just a little and say "you're doing great, LP. couple more minutes and we'll stop ok?"

- "DEEDOUBLEYUHUHUHUH!"

"yes~?"

"IHIHIT TICKLES!"

"i know it does buddy, just take it all in. or... we can stop if you want"

"..."

"I thought so"

- gives LP lots of gentle aftercare (tell no one)

Launchpad Mcquack

- launchpad is a ler-leaning switch

- gets more delight out of making those around him laugh than receiving it himself, because as we know, LP doesn't need the extra help in feeling cheerful, that just his default attitude

- his only frequent lees are darkwing and gosalyn; id say he tickles them both an equal amount

- launchpad is gosalyn's best playmate (and the fun parent) so plenty of times, he's pulled out the ol tickle monster shtick that worked on him when he was little. but surprise surprise, gos is not like most kids. she overtakes him fairly easily despite his size, and once you get him laughing, he's done for. darkwing will come upon the two of them in the living room, with launchpad down on the floor and gosalyn wrecking his shit, and have to separate them before gos gets carried away (LP doesn't mind, he's proud of the little tike)

- has a booming belly laugh that goes quiet after a few minutes. don't worry though, this isn't a sign that he needs a break, it's his good laugh. one should be worried if he starts cackling wildly and manically, THATS when he's at his limit. or when he says uncle

- loves tickling his pal darkwing. he doesn't get to see DW relax that often, let alone laugh, so the moments when the masked hero wriggles around and giggles in his arms are very precious to LP

- knows that darkwing likes it and also knows that he's embarrassed about it, but doesn't understand why

- also understands that while DW outwardly presents as having solidified confidence, inside he is very unsure of himself and struggles with being anything less than incredible. although LP thinks DW is ALWAYS incredible, he knows that his partner doesn't see it that way. little tickle sessions are a way to prove to DW that he is beautiful and perfect and worth it by just being himself. no mask and cape necessary

- makes sure DW is comfortable and relaxed the whole time

- teases with compliments; "you have such a nice laugh", "you're quite a fighter aren't ya?", "aren't you just the cutest thing on the planet? i think you are~", etc

- ^ compliments fluster darkwing to his wits end (face goes red, stammering out retorts) (ironic isn't it?)

- ACTUALLY CANNOT STOP PRAISING DARKWING

- will not tickle darkwing unless he outwardly asks for it (as outwardly as he can anyway)

- a very gentle tickler

- the kind of ler to cuddle AND tickle

- tickling to him is about playing in a safe environment

- sometimes (just like darkwing), he needs to be tickled too as a pick-me-up, or a display of comfort

- but as we see in the show, launchpad isn't too good at asking for what he needs, so he sits quietly and suffers until someone makes it a point to check on him. DW is aware of this and makes it his priority to detect any signs of hurt feelings or depressed moods ("why so glum, chum?" - Star Crossed Circuits)

- if LP looks like he could use a good tickling, DW will beat around the bush, without directly asking if he wants tickles: "you know, launchpad, you look like you could use some cheering up. me and my friends here *raises wiggling fingers* could help you if you need it". and while that sounds like a tease, when DW says it here, it's completely genuine, his friend is upset and he wants to fix it

- when darkwing gets the ok from launchpad, then he goes into full tickle monster mode

- getting tickled by darkwing makes LP feel very loved, because he does think very highly of his partner, and being taken care of by him instead of the other way around is very therapeutic

- his worst spot is his armpits

- darkwing'll stray just a little too close to those hollows and launchpad will cry out joyfully "NOHOT THE ARMPIHIHITS" to which darkwing responds "ohoho, YES the armpits!"

- talking about tickling is about as easy as it is for most people: can say the word all day long but gets a bit sheepish when asked about his own ticklishness

- doesn't really get lee/ler moods. he's just happy when the moment arises

- best tickle technique as a ler is squishes

- family tickle fights with all three of them are his favorite. it really solidifies the feeling that they're a family

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This was a very self-indulgent list for me, but I hope you all like it too 🫶

[devilsvenom]

SAPPHIC POP SENTENCE STARTERS.

it's not my fault you're like, in love with me or something

you came with her, but she might leave with me

i'm back, bitch, are you done?

i can't take this pettiness

can a gay girl get an amen?

it's not my fault

i'm not shy, i'll say it. i've been picturing you naked

i think she really likes me

it's an all girl party

i can't believe we're finally alone

i can be a better boyfriend than him

the universe must have divined this

i can do the shit that he never did

thinking i'm gonna steal you from him

if i could give you some advice, i would leave with me tonight

i never would have left you alone

i've been a good, good girl for a long time

nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone

i'm feeling kinda freaky

i kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend

i kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend

i love a little drama

let's start a bar fight

i really want your hands on my body

i try not to care but it hurts my feelings

you don't have to stare

no one's touched me there in a damn hot minute

what's it take to get your number?

what's it take to bring you home?

don't be afraid of me

i'm what you need

i know we're meant to be

please don't call the cops

bet i could change your life

you could be my wife

i'll lose myself in you

you're nothing special

you're like everybody else

no offence but it makes no sense

waste your life inside her bed

i bet you get bored having sex

you want me and you just don't know it yet

today i woke up in a good mood for once

i get so sick of myself

can't stop overthinking

i heard you're happy somewhere else

no surprise, you're a motherfucking liar

tried to be somebody else just for you

are you mad at me?

oh honey, did i take it too far?

i'm going insane

it's been months since i've had sex

i'm just a horny little lovesick mess

guess i ruined us pretty bad

i treated you like trash

you deserve more than that

they could never love like a girl does

you're such a good girl

sometimes i just wanna kiss girls

should've listened to your friends

you got what you wanted, so stop feeling sorry

it was a bad idea

darling, you're so pretty it hurts

darling, are you ready for more?

i'm curious for you

i kissed a girl and i liked it

don't tell me what i feel

i've been crossing all the lines

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear?

who knew we'd let it get this bad

it's hot when you have a meltdown

you getting pissed off is getting me off

won't you fucking touch me?

i want more than you know

i thought you thought of me better

you can go to hell

i need a drink

i'm just curious, is it serious?

you say you wanted me, but you're sleeping with him

you ain't been loving me right

never waste a friday night on a first date

he doesn't have what it takes

she's a little bit psycho

she might be your girl, but she's calling me daddy

she's got you wrapped around her finger

show me that you really care

hold me like you'll never leave

she doesn't kiss me on the mouth anymore

we're not lovers, we're just strangers

i miss the mornings with you laying in my bed

i miss the thought of a forever

i wanna be more than a friend

i have you close but i want more

i don't wanna be your friend

i wanna kiss your lips

i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna be your bitch

there's no depth to these feelings

you're driving me crazy

you should know better

you're so fake

it's all lies

i should have known you're full of it

i'm not upset, i'm fucking pissed

do i buy her a drink?

i don't know how to talk to girls

i'm losing my cool

if i make coffee, can we act like we're fine?

i though you loved me

sometimes i scare myself

you can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

i don't wanna call it off

you don't wanna call it love

think i'm gonna call it off

i told you so

you're number one to me

i think you're so cute when you get high

i'm not playing your games

i've heard it before

i'm done being yours

you want my sympathy now?

those tears are so fake

i waited for you

i wanna be the one you think about at night

it's a craving, not a crush

baby, i think you were made for me

i'm interested in more than just being your friend

i just want you to make a move

baby, why don't you come over?

LIS / WILLOW / MAL / HARLEY