#i broke my $500 pair of glasses

[elisiassideb1tch]

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[loreleyfromouterspace]

Lab Work

Fandom(s): The Sandman, Quantum Leap Pairing: Dr. Ian Wright x afab!Reader; Desire of the Endless x afab!Reader Description: In Ian's lab, certain rules have to be followed. Warnings: Workplace romance and associated power imbalance (all consentual), Oral(both giving and recieving), Fingering, Unprotected P in V, Cum, Roleplay, My attempts at writing comedy/witty banter Note: I have never seen Quantum Leap lmao Wordcount: 3.100 Read this and my other Desire x Reader fanfics on Ao3

“Could you come here for a minute? I think I need your help.”

You looked up from the documents in front of you and saw Dr. Ian Wright standing at a desk, looking over to you.

“Sure. What’s wrong?” you asked as you stood up and walked over to your superior, being hit by the pleasant smell of their aftershave but quickly distracting yourself by surveying the papers lying on the table.

“I’ve hit a wall with these calculations, and maybe a fresh pair of eyes…”, they paused, looked you up and down, sighed, and pushed their glasses up with two fingers, “I’m sorry, I really don’t want to do this, but I feel like at this point I have to say something.”

You knitted your eyebrows together as they looked at the ceiling, seemingly unable to meet your gaze.

“I… I really need you to dress more appropriate for this place. It’s been going on ever since you’ve started here, but this…” they gesticulated at your outfit, “Is taking it too far!”

You looked down at yourself, at the blouse and the checkered skirt, and leaned against the desk. You had been hired less than a month ago and really liked the work and the colleagues, and this was quite unexpected.

“I don’t understand, is it not cute enough or something?”

“It’s not about how your clothes look. It's about the fact that this is a lab, a lab that has important safety precautions, and you are wearing a chiffon top with lace details and a skirt that is really more of a big belt. Of… of course you are free to do whatever you want with your body, but as long as you are in this lab, you at least have to wear pants! Did you not have labs in college? Your grades are excellent, how can you not know the appropriate clothes for a place like this?”

Their bleached hair bounced softly as they became more and more agitated. Now it was your turn to look away, away from the physicist who was always dressed extremely well but at the same time rarely showed anything more than their forearms.

“Dr. Wright I…”

“Ian.”

“Ian. I did have labs in college, but there was the lockdown and then I did my internship and then the professor who was supposed to supervise the labs went on maternity leave two weeks earlier than expected… so I didn’t have as many as I should have had.”

“Still, you signed a pledge that you have read and understand the safety measures…”

“I’m sorry, nobody ever reads these! Have you read them?!”

“Yes, I have, because I wrote them! This is the US military hon, we are dealing with time jump technology. What if, tomorrow, we have some sort of accident, and you get transported 500 years into the future looking like this?”

“With the way climate change is going that is probably the most fitting outfit for that scenario!” you pouted.

They leaned over you and despite being scolded, you desperately tired not to blush from the proximity.

“I understand that this is your first job straight out of college, but this…” they halted as their eyes seemingly got distracted by something and immediately shot up to the ceiling in embarrassment, “for the love of science, please tell me that you’re wearing underwear right now.”

Now you definitely blushed and tried to conceal this fact by looking at your shoes, who, now that you thought about it, were probably also not suited for this kind of environment.

“My washing machine broke, and I didn’t have the time to go to the laundromat last night.”

“So your only choice was to come into work commando?!”

You sighed, defeated.

“Sorry.”

This was especially bad because you actually liked Ian, with their unique style and warm, dorky demeanour, and getting lectured by them on dress code violations put reality back into perspective: They were your boss, and not somebody it was okay to fantasize about.

“Listen,” they said after a brief silence, taking on a softer and more forgiving tone, “This isn’t about me controlling you. You are my assistant, and as such I have a responsibility to keep you safe, and part of that is unfortunately enforcing safety measures. Again, what you do after work is none of my business or concern, but from now on, at least cover your knees while you’re here.”

While they were talking, one of their hands with which they had been propping themselves up on the table dislodged itself to gently smooth the folds of your skirt, and then came to rest on your thigh. You noticed this and glanced at their hand, and it made Ian blush and withdraw it quickly.

“Sorry,” they said apologetically, “Now I’m being inappropriate.”

You batted your eyelashes and reached for their hand to place it on your thigh again, a bit higher than been before, making it touch the hem of your skirt, almost dipping under it.

“If I didn’t know better…”, Ian murmured, “I would say that you have been wearing these clothes not because you didn’t know about the rules, but because you want to appeal to certain people in this facility.”

“Porque no los dos?” you asked coquettishly and shifted your leg so that two of their fingers actually slid under your skirt, caressing the sensitive skin of your thigh, “I contain multitudes.”

“What am I going to do with you, little star?” they sighed while pulling you closer, allowing you to feel the bulge growing in their black slacks.

“I suggest,” you answered coyly and gasped as their hand slid around you to grab your ass, “we do whatever we like.”

“You are going to get me in so much trouble” they sounded hoarse as they leaned forward to kiss you hungrily, their lips trapping yours beneath them and only interrupting the kiss long enough to moan when you grabbed the front of their pants, tracing their length with your fingers.

In what seemed like a ferocious heat, they lifted you up and set you down on the desk, letting their lips move on past your jawline to your collarbone, but immediately stopping when they felt you tense up in their arms.

“What?” they asked, a little out of breath. You were looking at something behind them, and when they followed your gaze, they chuckled lightly.

“Oh that,” they gently patted your leg to redirect you attention from the surveillance camera pointed at you behind them, “that thing is fake. The machines in here interfere with nearly all modern cameras, so they put the dummy up there to at least pretend. It’s perfectly safe, don’t worry.”

That calmed your nerves enough for you to begin nestling with their belt buckle, but you still bit your lip, uncertain.

“And if you’re worried about Jenn, don’t be”, they assured you, “What we have couldn’t be further from exclusive or monogamous. If anything, she’s probably going to be salty that I got you first.”

“Then yes,” you answered their unspoken question and threw yourself at them, crashing your lips together. Your knees moved apart almost without your doing, allowing Ian to have even more access to your body.

“Please let me touch your tits,” they grunted in between two kisses as you pressed yourself against them, “please, I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”

Your lips being occupied, you managed to wriggle your hands free and opened your blouse with trembling fingers. Ian lost no time whatsoever, immediately starting to grope your chest and freeing your tits from the cream-coloured bra you were wearing. Your nipples turned hard under their massage, and it made you gasp and moan. It almost distracted you from your mission to get into their pants, but eventually you managed to open their belt and pull down their zipper, but when you slid down from the desk to kneel on the floor and came face to face with their bulge, you froze.

Fuck.

“Are you okay?” Ian asked above you, “We can stop any time, you know. You don’t have to…”

“No, I want this,” you asserted with a shaky voice, “I’m just…”

They were so big, even in their underwear.

“…not sure if you’ll fit.”

“Oh baby, don’t worry about it,” they gently ran their hand through your hair, “I’ll make sure you’ll be fine, okay?”

Reassured, you nodded and began to wrestle their erection from their boxer briefs, running your hands along their shaft once their cock was free, delighting at how they hissed from the touch. Tentatively, you leaned forward and licked over the tip, which made Ian moan and tighten their grip onto your hair. Emboldened by their reaction, you parted your lips and took them into your mouth.

“Fuck,” they sighed above you as you began to bob your head, trying your best to take all of them, “You’re so good at this, is this was you did instead of attending your labs?”

Your throat tightened around their cock, and they grunted, a sound that made you tremble. You continued to blow them, taking them into your mouth fully and tasting their precum on your tongue, until they moaned louder and louder, gripped pulled your hair, and came down your throat.

“Fuck,” they repeated and watched as you swallowed their spent, “let me take care of you now!”

“Yes,” you exhaled and allowed them to pull you up and lift you onto the desk, feeling a rush of adrenaline from the prospect of Ian’s lips on your skin once again.

Ian parted your legs enthusiastically and kissed you with a hunger and passion that you had never experienced before. You gasped as they moved down your neck to your breasts, taking the time to pop each one once or twice before pressing a trail of kisses down your body. You arched your back as they dipped their head under your skirt, and you shivered as you felt their hot breath on your sensitive skin.

“Des- Ian!” you groaned and tried to squirm forward to meet their face, “Please, I want you so badly!”

You could have sworn that you heard them chuckle, but no time to dwell on that, as half a second later, you felt their tongue running over your slit and circling your clit, making you almost scream and feverously grip onto the desk and Ian’s head in order not to topple over.

“Please don’t stop!”, you moaned as the physicist continued to suck your clit while sliding one finger into you. Soon they had worked themselves up to two and three fingers, all while practically drinking the juices coming from you. It took an embarrassingly short time for you to reach your high, with Ian working their fingers and tongue together and you grinding your hips on their face. After you had tightened around them, they reemerged from the floor, but showed no signs of letting your orgasm stop you from what you had been doing.

After a moment in which both of you caught your breath, they rushed forward to kiss you once again, and you excitedly opened your mouth to allow their tongue to slide in between your lips. The taste of your juices on their lips combined with the remnant of their cum in your mouth made excitement pool between your legs all over again, and when you reached between your two trembling bodies, you wrapped your hand around their still rock-hard erection and began rubbing it up and down, running your thumb over their cockhead and spreading their new precum along their shaft.

“You are insatiable,” they chuckled with a desperate edge to their voice, indicating that they were as willing as you to keep going.

While you continued to jerk them off, Ian interrupted their attention to your lips to pull open one of their desk drawers and reached into it, clearly searching for something.

“Shit,” they muttered, making you stop.

“What?”

“I’m out of condoms!” they said and pointedly shook an empty box.

Had you been in a different state, you probably would have asked why they had condoms in their work desk, but right now, you were way to horny for that, so instead you said:

“I’m on birth control, and all clean.”

“Me too!”, Ian beamed, “Do you still want to?”

“Yes!” you gasped and wanted to resume giving them a handjob, but they stopped you by bending over and licking over your slit again before pumping their cock up and down and gently teasing your already raw pussy with their length.

“You are horrible,” you rasped and tried bucking your hips, “Such a mean…”

You wanted to continue, but before you could, Ian slid halfway into you, forcing the air out of your lungs and making you gasp. They kissed your shoulders while staying still inside of you to give you the chance to get used to the feeling of them inside of you. Their cock felt even bigger up your snatch than it had felt in your mouth, but luckily you were still wet from your previous orgasm. It felt so good to be full of them, and your walls clenched around them in a wave of pleasure.

Ian noticed your reaction and took it as a sign to bottom out. A loud moan escaped your mouth in response and your eyes rolled back into head for a moment, their cock almost hitting your cervix and stretching you to an almost impossible point.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” they grunted and pressed their hand to your lower back to bring you closer to them while using the other hand to steady both of you on the table, “How am I ever going to get that feeling out of my head?”

Before you could answer Ian began moving back and forth, emptying your brain of all possible words. Out of your mouth only came moans and gasps as they pounded you, before their hungry lips crashed into yours and effectively silenced you. You were desperate for something to hold onto and could only dig your fingernails into the skin on their shoulders, especially once their hand found it’s way between your bodies and began to circle your clit.

“I think ‘m gonna cum!” you moaned once their lips had released yours.

“Me too, fuck”, they answered and intensified their thrusts, “You are so damn wet, so wet for me.”

“Don’t stop,” you begged them, even though it was clear that it this point that neither of you would be able to stop even if you wanted to.

Then you came around their cock, lust clouding your eyes and making you grip onto their hair. You second orgasm was more intense then your first, and you ground your hips against Ian to steal as much pleasure as you could.

“Do you want me to come inside you?”, Ian asked after you were done riding out your high and your leg were shaking.

“Yes!” you gasped and after a few more thrusts, they collapse against you, and you felt their hot cum coat your insides.

For a few minutes, you remained like this, in each other’s arms and occasionally exchanging soft, languid touches and kisses. Then, Ian straightened their back and moved out of you, the friction making you moan softly.

“Wait,” they instructed you, pulled open another drawer and handed you something, “I think these should fit.”

They had given you a pair of cotton underwear, which you slid on before sliding off the desk and pulling your skirt down before trying to fix your blouse with trembling fingers.

“Let me help you,” Ian had closed their pants and belt in the meantime, “Unfortunately I also have to tell you that that bra is also not okay to wear to work.”

“Why not?! You can’t even see it!” you objected as they carefully closed the buttons.

“It’s not about seeing. If you consult the rules that nobody ever reads, you’ll find that metal wires like these,” they stabbed their finger into the still exposed foam cup, “can be a serious safety hazard when dealing with high-powered magnets and are therefore not to be worn in lab environments.”

“Fine”, you conceded, “I promise that tomorrow, I’ll walk in here in jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, closed shoes, and a non-wired bra.”

“And panties.”

“Yes, and panties, Christ alive!”

“Perfect,” they praised you, “That’s all I’m asking for. Can I kiss you?”

“You cock was inside me five minutes ago,” you laughed, “You are literally dripping out of me right now, and you are asking if you can kiss me?”

“Consent is important!” they protested with pink cheeks, but you shut them down by getting on your tiptoes and wrapping your arms around their neck.

“The answer is yes,” you said, “Yes, Dr. Ian Wright, you may kiss me.”

Their lips were soft and gentle, and it made you relax into the touch. Once you opened your eyes again, the lab had disappeared around you and Ian Wright had turned back into Desire, who smiled mischievously and pulled you against them.

“What kind of Physicist has fresh underwear in my size in their desk?” you joked and smiled.

“I suspect it’s the same kind of Physicist that keeps condoms in there!” they parried and pressed another kiss to your cheek.

“Did you like it?” you changed the topic, a bit shy about asking.

“Sweetness, you always ask what I want and what I like, and I always tell you that I love seeing you happy and fucked out. So, did you like it?”

“I did,” you blushed.

This had not been the first immersive roleplay you and Desire had tried. In the past, you had been the mistress to a famous singer working in a 1920s nightclub, a concubine to a tyrannical ruler, an escort being hired by politician, and many more, but being Ian Wrights assistant was new. You had been a bit shy about suggesting it since it felt kind of elaborate, but Desire – as always – had been excited and had worked to make your fantasy feel as real as possible.

“I liked it a lot, actually.”

“That’s what I thought”, another kiss, “I’m sure Ian Wright will need you help again at some point, so we are ready to go back to the lab whenever you like.”

“Sounds incredibly tempting,” you said with a smile, “But before that I’m going to need a shower.”

“Say no more,” Desire purred and swept you off your feet to carry you to the bathroom.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

double dipping wip asks for PROSTITUTE CHAY??!????!???!

Send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs!

Answering these together, here's the first one

One of the funniest parts of this AU is that Kim always pays for Chay's time when they hang out together, but Chay refuses to accept the money. He just uses it to fund their dates/gifts for Kim. It literally does not matter how broke he is, it's the principle. He's trying to prove he wants Kim, not just his money, dang it!

There's the tiniest bit of angst in that as much as Kim enjoys spending time with Chay, he is genuinely worried that it's only about the money, and Chay will eventually get tired of him. But Chay is working very hard to prove that will never happen.

Here is your 500 words!

Kim had to give it to Tankhun, his brother had impeccable taste. From the elaborate decorations to the scantily-clad escorts furnishing the venue, every inch of the party was drenched in excess splendor. Khun had spared no expense in celebrating his 30th birthday.  A number of escorts approached Kim throughout the night. None of them caught his interest. He stayed mostly at his brother’s side, rolling his eyes at the pretty boys that managed to draw Kinn’s eye, sharing a private laugh with Khun with their middle brother snuck off to partake in their offerings.  “I don’t understand why you did all of this,” Kim said. His brother had never seemed particularly interested in sex, and while he could easily afford to rent what seemed to be an entire company of escorts for the night, Kim couldn’t see the point.  “I like pretty things,” Khun sniffed. His eyes traced the path of a shirtless, handsome man as he passed by with a tray of drinks, a pair of smart glasses perched on his nose and a look of intense concentration on his face. Khun snagged a glass as he passed then turned to Kim with a smirk, patting his cheek. “That's why you’re my favorite brother.”  Khun’s favoritism was even more fickle than their father’s, but it wasn’t nearly as cruel, so Kim allowed it. He would appreciate his new status until he inevitably did something to annoy him again; or until Kinn won him back with a no-doubt ostentatious gift.  “Ooh, look at that one, isn’t he a darling?”  Kim followed Khun’s shameless pointing; it wasn’t hard to figure out just who had earned his attention. The boy looked entirely out of place. While everyone around him was clad in their best haute couture—dressed for a gala, no one willing to be called out by Tankhun’s shrewd eye, and even Kim let Khun design his outfit for the night—the young man wore a simple button down shirt and slacks. His smile was endearingly awkward as he tripped over seemingly nothing, letting himself be caught in the arms of a guest more interested in looking at his ass than breaking his fall.  “It’s a good act,” was all Kim said. While most of the escorts were presenting themselves as sensual, tempting things, hiding behind coy smiles even as they bared their bodies in invitation, Kim could see the appeal of the naïve ingenue.  Eventually Tankhun wandered off to mingle with his guests, thriving under their verbose praise, and Kim was left to his own devices. It didn’t take long for the boy he’d noticed to find his way to Kim’s side. Kim watched him try the same trick on two other guest, tripping into their arms and giggling in their ears as he thanked them. Most entertained him for a few minutes, then brushed him off in favor of more tantalizing company. After the third attempt he’d locked eyes with Kim, an embarrassed flush creeping across his round cheeks. He swiped two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and made his way over.  “I guess I’m caught, huh?”

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 60: Camellia Station

SUNDAY - WINTER 14

When Achilles woke, Alex was gone, but he knew better than to worry. He slipped on a pair of socks and padded to the kitchen. No, Alex wasn’t the type to slip silently into the night without a goodbye, he was more likely to—ah yes. There it was. 

Alex, dressed in an old crewneck of Achilles’, standing at a sizzling stove, spatula in hand. 

The sight of Alex in his clothes, as chaste as their night had been, brought a small tickle to Achilles’ stomach, and after taking just a beat to admire the view, he called “Morning,” from the doorway. “Raiding my closet, I see. Just can’t help but rifle through my things, can you?” 

Alex (and Voltaire, who was waiting patiently at Alex’s feet) turned, a wide grin already plastered across his face. “It’s good stuff. Hey, by the way, you don’t have an apron.” 

“Why would I need an apron to boil an egg?” 

“I’m not wearing, like, one of your $500 sweaters am I?” 

“No, it was free. Got it at a signing years and years ago.”

“You’re not lying to me are you?” 

“It’s got a bookstore logo on the back, Al.” 

“I don’t know, don’t rich people sometimes pay a lot of money for things that look free.” 

God, how easy it was still to talk to him. Achilles gave a snort before disappearing back into the bedroom to change and brush his teeth. 

When he returned, Alex was setting two plates down on the table, each complete with pancakes, two fried eggs, and some hashbrowns. 

Achilles scooted his seat forward and gave the yolk a poke, letting it run into the potatoes. “Is making breakfast the morning after part of the Handbook as well?” 

Alex rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he poured Achilles a glass of milk. “I’m not supposed to kiss anyone until the third date, you really think my grandpa had instructions for ‘staying the night’ and ‘the morning after?’ I shouldn’t even be here.” 

“So you’re breaking the rules, huh?” 

“Only for you, Ash.” 

“No, no, don’t try to flatter me this time.” Achilles waved his fork at Alex who was now digging into his plate. “You broke them for Tanya, didn’t you?” 

“Huh?” 

Oh. Shit. 

“Ah. I…” Achilles sighed and set down his fork. “I must confess, I ran into you. Well, not ‘ran into’ because you didn’t see me, I suppose you could say I was snooping—”

“—How the turn tables—”

“—but I saw you and Tanya at the beginning of the season. When she dropped you off in the parking lot that morning.” 

Alex blinked several times, as if trying to remember the aforementioned events. Only after he swallowed a rather hefty bite of pancake did he exclaim, “Oh.” 

“I’m not mad,” Achilles hurried to say. “Or upset. Just to be clear. Not that I have any right to be mad, anyway. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“No, I… I was…” 

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” 

“No, I mean, if I’m honest, I guess I… almost kind of forgot about that.”

Huh. Well clearly it meant nothing, then. 

“She just asked me if I wanted to go to a concert after work, and one thing just… led to another, I guess, maybe I figured I’d… Actually. I don’t really know why I did it. I’m really sorry—”

“Yoba, don’t fucking apologize.” Achilles pinched his nose. “Al, you’re obviously allowed to date other people and…” Experiment? Fuck, what’s the right word… 

“After Spirit’s Eve, I had this… dream. About… you. And I just… well I panicked, a little. At the time, I just chalked it up to the alcohol and stuff, like we’ve all had weird dreams… but you know, looking back, maybe I… maybe I started liking you a lot earlier than I thought I did. Like, maybe my body had caught on before my brain or something… It’s not that I… hate that I’m… gay.” Alex frowned—his expression darkened for a second before he added firmly, “I’m not my grandpa.

“But I just… well. Like I said last night, I just didn’t believe I could have… feelings for another guy. Like outside of senior year of high school for like five minutes, the thought had never even crossed my mind. 

“And I think I just panicked, you know. Was confused for a day, there. And when she asked me out, I think a part of me was just desperate to prove to myself that I was… normal? No, I know, I know, that’s the wrong word, but I mean, I guess I just… I wanted to try and see if I could actually feel some way about a person—about a girl. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I did it because I just… didn’t know what I wanted. Or, thought I was supposed to want something that I didn’t actually want but wanted to test that out—that didn’t make sense, I don’t know. But it didn’t mean anything, shit, I’m sorry—” 

“You don’t have to apologize or explain yourself, Al.” Achilles bumped Alex’s foot from under the table. He sighed, lay his fork back next to his plate and shook his head. “You know, I sometimes forget how lucky I was… How easy I had it growing up. I never really questioned anything, I think I always just knew… And I never worried about how my parents would react. Everyone’s got their own journey, right? Don’t apologize for taking your time with yours.” 

*****

“Any plans for today? Or is it just getting ready for tonight?” 

Achilles sighed and tossed a clumsily re-folded napkin to the left of his empty plate. “Do I ever have plans these days? Might go for a run later, I’m feeling a bit antsy. Likely vicarious nervous energy…” 

“What have you got to be nervous about?” 

“Well nothing, really. That’s why it’s vicarious.” 

“Come on, Ash, you know I don’t know the meaning of any words with four or more syllables.” 

“Oh, it’s just like… hmm, like when you experience or feel something second hand, like through somebody else’s experiences. I know Elliott’s probably freaking the fuck out about his reading, and I’m also nervous specifically through him, if that makes sense?” 

“Huh.” Alex thoughtfully munched on his last bite of pancake. “So like, when I felt really excited watching you win second place at the Stardew Valley Fair last season, that was like, vicarious excitement?”  

“The Stardew Valley Fair? Fuck, was that really the last time I seemed excited about something?” Achilles stood and grabbed his and Alex’s empty plates. “But, yeah, that’s pretty much what vicarious means. Good job.” 

“Oh no, let me help you with the dishes—”

“It’s 7:45, shouldn’t you be heading to the bus?” 

“Dang, you’re a real party pooper, you know that?”   

“We’ve been friends for a year now, it’s your own fault if you weren’t aware. Come on, pip pip, Mr. Manager.” Achilles thwacked Alex’s shoulder on his way to the sink. “You can just keep the shirt.” 

*****

They stood on Achilles’ porch, an early morning Winter wind swirling the previous evening’s dust of snow. Alex was rolling on the balls of his feet, hands in his pockets.

“I, um. Well I had a really good time. Last night. And this morning.” He gave Achilles a shy smile before looking quickly away at one of the dead bleeding heart bushes by the greenhouse (Shane had reassured him they would grow back in the Spring). 

“Likewise.” Achilles leaned against the doorframe, drying a plate with a dishtowel. “Let’s do it again sometime.” 

“I can’t tell if you’re messing with me—” 

“I mean, I am. I’m sorry, I’m being an asshole—it’s ‘cause you’re making me nervous, why are you hopping around like that—”

“What? You become an asshole when you’re nervous?” 

“Don’t you dare make the joke I know you’re about to make—” 

“No idea what you’re talking about—” 

“Right, mmhm.” Achilles slapped him lightly with the dish cloth. “Anyway, all that to say… I was messing with you, but I was also serious. I… had a good time, too. And would… genuinely like to do it again.” A beat. “Let me take you out tomorrow, unless that’s too soon?” 

Not even a beat. “Nope!” 

"I can pick you up from Orange Grove. Take you to dinner. Maybe catch a show, I saw Persephonopolis is in town, I’ve heard good things—actually, wait, do you like theater?” 

Alex, who had brightened immediately at Achilles’ offer, was quick to eagerly exclaim, “Yeah!” only to immediately deflate. He bit his lip, scratched the side of his nose. “Well, okay, actually, I don’t know. I’ve never seen a musical before. But I don’t see why I wouldn’t like one! I’m excited!”  

“You’ve never seen a musical?”  

“Nah, theater just always seemed like it was for… fancy people.” 

“Well, I suppose this is our time to be fancy people.” 

“You are a fancy people.” Alex glanced down at his collar. “Hmm, I haven’t worn a tie in awhile…”

“Ok, we don’t have to be that fancy—” 

“Might be fun though—” 

“Hey if you want to go all out, let’s go all out. Whatever you want. Now get off my porch, boyyo, you need to go.” 

Alex smiled. His cheeks were red, perhaps from the cold, perhaps from something else… “I… I really like you, Ash.” Achilles’ hands were full (you dumb bitch, why didn’t you leave the damn plate in the kitchen?), but Alex lightly traced the back of his palms before absentmindedly wrapping the corner of the dish towel around his forefinger. “Can I kiss you again?” 

Achilles couldn’t help but laugh—oh Alex. How could he be so unaware of the effect he had on him? Then again, he could just be being polite…

“Al.” He set the plate down on the porch swing and trailed his now-free fingers down Alex’s scarf. “I think it’s very sweet that you always ask. But you don’t have to anymore, the answer’s always going to be yes.” 

It was a small thing this time—light and quick, but even so, Achilles closed his eyes and savored the brief touch. 

“You really ought to go…” Achilles murmured, gently tightening Alex’s scarf. They had dallied long enough, Alex would probably have to run if he wanted to make it to the bus stop in time… “I’ll see you tonight?” 

“You know it.” 

After but the smallest hesitation, he hopped forward to kiss Achilles on the cheek. And then he was gone. 

*****

Achilles was in a daze. For nearly half an hour after Alex had sprinted off, he had continued to sit on his porch, despite the cold and the wind, warmed by his flush from the morning’s events. 

Did that really just happen? 

The past 12 hours or so… had they all really been… real? Surely this was all but a very good dream. 

“Meow!” 

Achilles patted his lap as the cat bounded up to join him. “What do you think of Alex, Voltaire? Do you like him?”

“Meow!” 

He smiled softly to himself, petting the purring cat. “I do, too.” 

Oh, but had they moved too fast? Should he have taken a step back, put on the brakes? Had he sabotaged this with his eagerness before it had even really had a chance to begin? Despite his joke the previous evening, Achilles didn’t often kiss on a first date, let alone invite his dates to stay the night. 

But those had usually been strangers—acquaintances, mutual friends at best. Surely this was different. He and Alex had been friends for practically a year. They hadn’t needed to spend time getting to know each other, or feel each other out. 

Don’t overthink this, bitch.

No, he had no regrets.

Alex’s reveal the night before had been a bit—well, more than a bit—of a surprise. Achilles had sat on the information some, long after Alex had fallen asleep, pondering the potential ramifications of Alex’s asexuality. Now Achilles hadn’t lied—disappointed, he was not—but he had always had an average enough libido (at least, before the antidepressants), and he’d be lying if he said the news hadn’t somewhat caught him off guard.

But that didn’t necessarily believe this made the two of them incompatible. Of that, Achilles was sure. Yes. He would be fine to wait—more than fine to take it slow. He would compromise, and perhaps there were things Alex would be willing to compromise on, too. They would talk more—what was Alex comfortable with, what would be enough for Achilles. Better define their limits, their wants, their needs. Communication, the foundation of every good relationship, right? And they’d always conversed well. Yes, this would be fine. Better than fine. 

Yoba, to even just touch him again, let alone kiss him. Both were enough for Achilles, and both Alex was more than eager to provide. Yes, he had no regrets. The memory of their dinner last night alone was enough to set a permanent smile on his face. 

He allowed himself an hour to digest both his thoughts and what had probably been the best breakfast he’d had since moving to the Valley before indeed going for a jog. But if he’d hoped the biting cold would clear his mind from the man at hand (you lovesick goon, you’ve got other things to worry about right now) he was sorely disappointed, for with every pound of his footsteps against the familiar beaten path through Cindersap, Achilles was brought back to the previous season, when he and Alex would run side by side. 

How had this happened? Truly—what were the chances that Alex, of all people, could have ever fallen in love with him? 

Speaking of which… in love! Those were the words Alex had used—and multiple times, at that. Perhaps Alex simply didn’t place the same weight to them as Achilles did, but even so, the thought thawed his wind beaten face with overwhelming warmth. 

Don’t get ahead of yourself… 

It was a shorter run but a longer shower than usual. After it became clear he wasn’t going to be able to think of anything else on the trail, he returned home after half an hour to sit in a cloud of lavender-scented steam for twice as long as his run had been. 

The bath seemed to have done the trick, though Alex was, of course, still lingering in his mind. The sight of the toothbrush Alex had borrowed sitting by the sink brought a small smile to his lips. But when he emerged from the bathroom, it was with a renewed sense of peace and focus that he hadn’t felt in many a week. 

Good. After all, he had business to attend to! 

*****

There was almost an hour to go before doors officially opened, but even so, Achilles found himself scurrying about the museum in his usual impatient way—arranging flowers, moving lamps, straightening the thirty chairs he’d had Gunther arrange ahead of time. 

He hoped thirty hadn’t been too generous an estimation. Surely most of the Stardew community would come out, even if it were more out of curiosity surrounding Elliott’s long-time-coming novel than genuine support for the writer. 

Achilles hadn’t had much to time to advertise, especially with the snowstorm. But he had made sure all villagers were aware at least, and had reached out to some local publishing contacts and had taken out a last minute ad in the local daily paper, promising a book reading and refreshments. Alex, bless his heart, had been more than happy to drop off some flyers at the Zuzu bookstores and coffee shops to help spread the word beyond. 

Taking a page out of Lewis’ festival book (though the thought made him shudder), he had pushed over one of the longer tables at the back of the library and draped it in a sapphire blue tablecloth. Emily was now helping him carefully lay out the catering he had ordered from the Stardrop Saloon earlier that day. 

He’d even managed to put together a little silent auction to benefit the museum—a couple pieces of art from Leah, a few of Gus’ homemade jams, some of Shane’s goat cheese. Haley was even offering up an hour long portrait session (though Achilles highly suspected Alex had perhaps manhandled her into it). The items had been lain neatly out across another table he’d pushed in between two bookshelves. Hopefully it wasn’t a fire hazard. 

Make the space cozier, he had thought to himself earlier when he’d been transforming the wide, labyrinthine space into something a little more intimate. Close the gaps, move the desks, bring up the bean bags. If only he could move the fireplace closer. Gunther, in addition to donating a few rare hardbacks, as well as a peculiar chicken statue, to the silent auction, had pretty much given him free reign to rearrange the room.

He better, after all I’ve done do liven this place up. Barely even had a book a year ago…

Not so anymore. Since Summer, the shelves had been heavy with the community’s surveyed selections and more. It had cost him quite a pretty penny (damn Lewis, where the hell were the tax dollars going?), but Achilles had no regrets. 

Amidst all his scurrying, Achilles allowed himself a minute to pause, weaving through the bookshelves to sidle up to Elliott, who had hidden himself away in the far corner of the adjoining room. The man, an unusually morose expression on his long face, looked without seeing through the darkened windows at the fresh flurries fluttering down outside.  

“How are you feeling?” 

“Oh…” Elliott declined the crab cake Achilles was offering with a wriggle of his fingers before burying his head in his hands, his mane of auburn hair slipping from behind his shoulder to conceal a pale face. “Sick.” 

“Oh.” No lengthy metaphors? No waxing poetic? Yikes. Elliott really must be feeling bad. 

“It’ll be great, man. You’ll be great.” Achilles patted him on the back, adding a bit of extra oomph in his tap against the burgundy velvet of Elliott’s sports jacket for reassurance. But the writer only turned an impressive shade of pea green. 

*****

Shane had been the first to arrive, to Achilles’ surprise. He had slinked in near noiselessly, and was halfway down the refreshments table, paper plate stacked with three hefty crab cakes and a poppyseed muffin, before Achilles, who’d been jotting his name down to bid for the portrait session (knowing it’d drive Haley insane) noticed his presence. 

“Shane! How are you doing, glad you could make it.”

“Mmph.” Shane poked a pudgy finger at the three sprigs of dandelion salad on his plate. “Couldn’t have ordered pizza?”  

“Sure. Right…”

Leah joined soon after, followed by Penny, then Willy the fisherman, and Gil and Marlon. A bit of an odd group, those early birds, but Achilles had provided a spiked option for the hot chocolate, and all were soon mixing and mingling with relative ease. 

At a quarter to 6, Alex arrived with his grandparents. Evelyn greeted him with what was, to the discerning eye, perhaps an overly warm embrace, but George, Achilles noticed, refused to even acknowledge his presence, moving almost immediately away to take a seat in the last row after ignoring the bookmark Achilles had been offering him. 

He and Alex had discussed the matter briefly during dinner the night before—Alex had said there wasn’t much to share, really; it was plain and simple, exactly what Achilles would’ve expected. George wasn’t pleased. And that was that. 

“But it’s my life, right?” Alex had said with a wan smile. “He’s not really… talking to me right now, but Grandma says he’ll… come around…” 

How long that’d take, who knew. But at least Evelyn was on his side, Alex had said—and, of course, Achilles. 

Still, likely overly conscious of George’s glare, they didn’t touch—not even the side-hug that was Alex’s usual way of saying hello for just about anyone. But Alex did greet him with an enthusiastic, double-handed wave after Evelyn had finishing squeezing Achilles within an inch of suffocation. 

“Hi!” 

Achilles unconsciously smoothed the front of his cardigan. “Hey.”

“Nice shirt.” Alex nodded at the tiny trains dotting Achilles’ button down before flicking a piece of dust off of his shoulder. A far from intimate touch—really, barely a touch at all—but it nevertheless kicked off a prickling ripple down Achilles’ arms. He could get used to this. “I’ve always wondered, do you just, like, already own these or do you buy them specifically for whatever event is going on?” 

“Eh, a little bit of both… I did already own this one, though I can’t actually remember why…” 

An obnoxiously loud cackle announced Abigail, Sebastian, and Sam’s arrival. It seemed like they had brought friends from the city, traipsing in with two other strangers who all made their way immediately to the refreshments table. 

“Gonna be a full house, Ell!” he heard Leah exclaim from behind the bookshelves. “Better not fuck this up, eh!” The exclamation was followed by a lengthy, low, almost melodious, wail. 

Well, at least the melodrama had returned. That had to be a positive sign, right? 

Alex and Achilles shared a look, the former stifling his laughter behind a cup of hot chocolate. As more and more guests continued to stream through the doors, he gave Achilles’ shoulder a little squeeze before joining Penny by the bean bags, leaving Achilles to play the role of host undistracted. 

“Congratulations.” 

“Pardon?” 

Achilles turned from greeting Maru and Dr. Harvey, fresh from the clinic, to see Shane emerging from behind another bookshelf with an empty plate and a cup full of hot tea. 

“You and him.” The man gave a jerky nod in Alex’s general direction. “Right?” 

It wasn’t often Achilles was caught off guard, but Shane? Of all people?

“I—you—”

But Shane only grunted, offering up a shrug before plodding away to join Marnie and Jas who had just arrived. 

By 6:25, there were well over 30 guests milling about the museum. Mostly townsfolk, as to be expected, but a sizable group of folks Achilles didn’t recognize had made it out to Stardew as well. 

He made his over way to the podium.

“Hi everyone. We’re going to get started in about five minutes, if you could please make your way to your seats soon, that would be wonderful.” 

*****

“Good evening everyone. Thank you all so much for coming out, we are so excited to welcome all of you to Stardew Valley’s Museum & Library.” 

Achilles looked out at the small crowd of painstakingly straightened chairs. A good turnout, he thought to himself. 39 people, he’d been keeping count. 

He was back at the podium after taking the final few minutes to close the silent auction (he’d been outbid by a “Zachary Grace“ for Haley’s portrait package, unfortunately) and secure a last minute snickerdoodle cookie for himself.

He had never found himself to be good at comforting others, and so was grateful to find Leah had committed herself to hyping up Elliott (though it could be debated whether she was any better than him at the task)—and though Achilles could still make out standing next to him a set of slightly wobbling knees, the writer had at least returned to his usual complexion. 

“Now, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you tonight’s author, and one of my dearest friends, Elliott St. Laurent, who will be reading the first chapter from what will surely be a bestselling, debut novel, Camellia Station.” 

He stepped to the side and, sneaking in what he hoped was a small, encouraging wink, gestured for Elliott to take the stage as a round of healthy applause rang through the room. 

Elliott gripped the sides of the podium tight, perhaps in an effort to stem his shaking, the knuckles of his large hands white with the effort. A handful of deep breaths. A second to clear his throat. And then… 

*****

“Ever since I was a young boy, I dreamt of becoming a writer.

“When the time came for me to leave home and start my own life, I moved here. I was drawn to the peaceful beauty of the valley, and hoped that days of quiet reflection in this idyllic atmosphere would fan the literary flames.

“And indeed they did! As I’m sure many of my fellow villagers would attest, it took perhaps quite a few more days than I had initially anticipated for the aforementioned literary flames to wholly ignite—“ he paused for the townsfolk to laugh politely. “ —but I am proud to share that, after many a year, I stand before you now with my completed novel in hand. 

“But it would be the gravest error not to acknowledge two names, for I could never have completed this endeavor without the support and guidance of my dearest of friends—Miss Leah Connolly and, of course, Achilles Robinson, who you all surely know is a bestselling author himself!” 

Achilles, who had joined Leah in a seat by the side of the room, received the applause politely, giving a small, lazy bow of his head before skillfully turning the attention back to Elliott, who, with each sentence, had quickly grown in confidence. 

“And so, after countless hours scribbling at my writing desk, I now present to you my first book, Camellia Station: a romance novel about a train stewardess who falls in love with a traveling architect.” 

He cleared his throat once more, and then began the reading. 

“Chapter One.

“‘Your ticket, sir?’ Ticket collector Gozman extended a gloved hand towards the young commuter. 

“‘Ah, yes. I have it right here,’ he replied, reaching into his coat pocket. Mortified, he discovered that the ticket was missing…” 

Achilles, obviously familiar with the story, leaned back in his chair and sipped his hot chocolate. The most stressful part of the evening was over. Elliott had made it through to the reading alive, all the chairs—and then some—were filled, the refreshments had been warmly received by all except maybe Shane, and the silent auction had been a smashing success. Nice. 

He found himself only half-listening to Elliott’s crooning tenor. Not because he was bored—no, he was very much proud of his friend and had genuinely admired the tomb of a novel—but he had only just finished reading it scarcely a week ago, and steamy romances and wicked love triangles had never quite captured his attention the same way genre did—funny, really, given how he’d been unable to stop replaying his own little romance in his head since this morning.

His fingers flexed at the memories, curled tighter around his paper cup.

But despite his drifting thoughts, he made sure to maintain both a smile and eye contact over the next half hour, just in case Elliott happened to glance over—though at the moment, the writer seemed a little too enthusiastically engrossed with the task at hand. Though his voice remained strong and strident, Elliott’s nose remained scarcely three inches from the page. 

“‘…Clara, there’s something I must tell you,’ he blurted as she turned to leave. Clara turned, slowly, and saw the look of desperation in Horatio’s eye. At that moment, Gozman burst into the compartment, red-faced.” 

After a solemn pause, Elliott closed the manuscript rather abruptly, though the applause drowned out the brusque snap of the pages.

“Well, that concludes my reading. Thank you everyone for coming out. Let us hope that we see Camellia Station on a bookshelf in Zuzu City within the next few years!” 

And though it was Achilles who led the standing ovation, the sight of the enthusiastic, thirty some crowd clapping away for his friend seemed to be contaminating his pride for Elliott with something akin to… envy.  

This could’ve been you. 

But he felt Leah’s hand on his shoulder, and her simple touch was enough this time to pull him back to shore.  

*****

“I have dedicated the book to you two, my dearest friends.” As the audience slowly dispersed, Elliott made his way over to where Achilles and Leah had been sitting in the corner. 

He took each of their hands in his. “Without your support and encouragement this past year, who knows if Camellia Station would have ever… shall we say, left the station.” He solemnly placed a hand over his heart and gave them each a deep bow. 

“We’re very proud of you,” Achilles said before Leah could swoop in with what he imagined would be a sarcastic comment of the highest degree. Let’s not lead with that. “Your reading was fantastic—you should record your own audiobook.” 

Elliott turned red, patting Achilles’ hand as he shook his head modestly. “Oh my, you do honor me, my friend—let us not get ahead of ourselves…” 

“Stop talking to us,” Leah hissed in a carrying whisper. She tilted her head at a handful of admirers who were beginning to congregate by the podium, each tossing the occasional impatient glance at the huddled trio. She proceeded to give the writer a hearty shove with her shoulder. “Go mingle with your new fans. Could be an agent in there somewhere! Schmooze!” 

“Oh ho!” Elliott’s eyes gleamed as he snuck a covert peek at a particular suited stranger. He straightened his tie and stood confidently to his full, looming height—the well-received reading had clearly renewed his sense of vigor. “Then I shall pay them a visit posthaste—but oh ho, I believe there’s someone waiting to speak with you, as well, my dear friend.” Elliott ended his declaration with a devilish wink, nodding to something behind Achilles before striding over to the small waiting crowd of well-wishers. 

Achilles turned to see Alex waiting patiently alone, munching thoughtfully on a small stack of finger sandwiches by the first row of seats. 

Leah grunted. Less eloquent than Elliott, she merely smacked Achilles’ ass before leaving him for the refreshments table. “Go get that boy of yours.” 

Achilles hadn’t had a chance to update either of his friends about his recent developments, and yet even so, Leah hadn’t bothered keeping her voice down. Alex perked up upon hearing her quip  and, after shoving the remaining three sandwiches rather inelegantly into his mouth (now don’t you go there, Achilles, don’t you think about that), brushed the crumbs off his hands and jumped to his feet.  

“Am I 'that boy of yours?'” 

Dear lord, was Alex batting his eyelashes?

This man…

He could feel himself blushing at Alex’s hypnotizing, long-lashed gaze. But refusing to further indulge this roguish little show, Achilles lightly shoved his laughing figure aside and turned away to nod at Shane who was seemingly attempting to surreptitiously pocket the remaining crab cakes. 

“No, she was talking about Shane.”

“Oh yeah? Does Shane he's ya boy—”

“Want to help me pack up the food? You can take the rest of the sandwiches if you’d like.” 

[nevercouldbeyou]

Also, if you accidentally break your glasses, you have to pay a shit Tom of money to ensure you can see. I have a 5.0 degree in both eyes( myopia) and a high astigmatism which will cause me great eye pain if I don’t have glasses. Btw, I once broke my glasses and had to go to sm and pay them $500+ to get a pair of cheap glasses. Please do understand that it is a disability and people with glasses may not even be able to see properly without glasses( I mean not seeing anything in front of them properly)

Made the mistake of bringing up that needing glasses is a disability on tiktok and people got real mad.

“You can fix it with glasses” yeah, cuz they’re a disability aid? But like, I still have to pay 160 bucks to use my own fucking eyes?

Like, by definition, if your eyes do not work without aid, you have a disability to see.

Having a disability doesn’t automatically put you in what people consider the “disabled” category, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is in fact, a disability.

[eminems-skittles]

HI CASSSS MY LOVEE CONGRATS ON 500 <333

okay here's what i be thinking LOL: for rooster, dialogues 10, 11, 12, 15, 20, and scenario 1, if ur picking up what im putting down LMAO. maybe friends to lovers vibe

(also no pressure at all to use all the dialogues just the general ~vibes~ from them is what i was going for LMFAO ily CONGRATS AGAIN)

500 follower event

pairings: rooster x fem!reader warnings: uhhh plane crash; vague injuries; hospitals; god awful writing reader's call sign is raptor because that's what hj wanted

dialogue prompts 10-“I almost lost you.” 11- “Wanna bet?” 12-“Don’t you ever do that again!” 15- “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 20- "you feel like home to me." scenario 1- hugs that last a little longer than they should

for hj my beloved <3

it was supposed to be a routine fly. y/n and rooster were just doing a practice before the actual mission when her engine started failing. the loud blaring of the alarm filled her ears as she looked around desperately.

"rooster, we have an issue," she rushed out, fussing with the controls. they were both flying solo to test out the training course. rooster was ahead of y/n, leading the way through the course.

"what is it?" he tried to look back at her jet but failed. he waited for her response but couldn't hear anything except the faint blare of the alarm. "talk to me, raptor. what's happening?"

"right engine failed," she shouted. "left engine failure. nothing is working. rooster-"

her comm cut out and all rooster could hear was the deafening silence mingling with the loud roar of the engine, both equally loud in his ear. "raptor!? talk to me!"

he saw a bright orange flash reflect on the glass before he heard hondo's voice in his ear, "raptor's down. rooster keep flying. do not turn back. that is an order. "

"i have to go back, i can't just leave her here," rooster shouted.

"listen, bradshaw, if you turn back you will be grounded. we are sending a search and rescue team," cyclone demanded. "fly back now."

rooster cursed, hitting his hand on his leg before flying back to the base. as soon as he was cleared to, he was out of the plane running to the rest of his team.

"did they find her yet?" he was out of breath, worry was wracking his whole body. "did she eject from the plane or was she in it?"

"she ejected. they are bringing her back right now," bob said, placing a hand on rooster's shoulder to offer some comfort.

the team sat with bated breath, waiting for their teammate to return safely. it felt like a huge weight was lifted from their shoulders when they heard the whirring of the blades. soon the helicopter was landed and before he could even comprehend what was happening, rooster was sprinting right for it.

the search and rescue crew was lowering a gurney to the asphalt as rooster was approaching. his heart broke at the sight. y/n wasn't too injured but she wasn't awake and there was a giant cut on her cheek as well as a few bloodstained rips scattered about her flight suit. the emts started pushing the gurney, breaking out into a run. rooster held onto the side of it, running alongside everyone else.

hours later, rooster sat impatiently in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the hallway with a bag of his clothes at his feet. his knee was bouncing up and down, up and down, as his fingers tapped his thigh anxiously.

"you can go in now. she's still sleeping and she could be out for the next few hours, just to let you know," the on call nurse told him.

before he could even blink, rooster was out of his seat and walking into the small hospital room. he pulled up a chair and grabbed y/n's hand once he sat down. she looked so small and delicate in the hospital bed. he knew there was nothing to worry about, the doctor had said the wounds were superficial and there would be no long term injury or complications. however, it did not bring him any comfort to see her laying in the hospital bed. it was something he never ever wanted to see.

"hey raptor," he whispered, his voice hoarse and low. his thumb traced the back of her hand. "i know the doctors said you're fine but you need to wake up because i can't do this without you. i...i just need you to wake up okay? i need to know you're actually okay."

the room was filled with silence, with the exception of y/n's breathing and the several monitors she was hooked up to. rooster sat waiting patiently for maybe thirty minutes before he felt a shift in his hand. his eyes darted right to y/n's face, jumping slightly when they landed on y/n's open eyes.

"hi darling," he whispered to her.

"hey," she coughed out, her mouth dry from not talking for so long. she looked around, panic in her eyes as she took in her surroundings. "where am i? what happened?"

"you're in the hospital. your engines failed and you had to eject. you took quite a tumble when you landed, but you're okay,"he explained, taking a breath before continuing, "really scared me there, baby. don't you ever do that again." his hand reached up to brush her hair back. he smiled as you leaned into his touch. "how're you feeling?"

"tired. sore." she closed her eyes for a second, leaning back against her pillow. when she looked back at him, she saw the fear in his eyes. "why are you looking at me like that? i'm okay, brad. i'm okay."

"it's just...i almost lost you, y/n. i don't know what i'd do without you, i really don't," his voice was thick with emotion. he looked away, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "you feel like home to me. i don't know how i could go on if something happened to you. i'm just so, so glad you're safe. and i know we are just friends but today made me realize that i don't want anything to happen to either of us before i tell you how i feel. i love you, y/n. so much."

"oh, bradley," y/n sighed, her eyes filling up with tears. she squeezed his hand tightly in hers. "i love you too."

rooster beamed at y/n, letting a few tears roll down his face.

"ahem," the cough startled the pair causing the two of them to jump. cyclone was stood in the door. "raptor, the doctor said you're cleared to go but no flying for a few days."

the announcement that she could leave brought a smile to both y/n and rooster's faces. rooster helped her change into the clothes he had brought for her, a sweatshirt and a pair of his old sweatpants, clothes she often borrowed when she would crash at his apartment.

once she was dressed, rooster was pulling her into his arms as gently as he could. she reciprocated, hugging him tightly. rooster brushed his fingers down her spine. y/n stepped back after a second, or at least she attempted to before rooster was yanking her back against him.

“we can’t stay here all day, brad,” she whined.

"i can. wanna bet?" he said with a smirk.

"whatever, let's go," she said while pulling him out of the room and linking their hands together.

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[ezraspiderwick]

family recipe

Javi takes care of you when you're sick

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word count: 500

Rating: Teen

Warnings: sick fic (reader is sick with tonsillitis)

A/N:  Guess who has tonsillitis? 😔✌️ I'm feeling a little better than yesterday so I figured I'd write a short comfort fic with one of my favorite boys, hope you enjoy it! 

MASTERLIST

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There was a soft knock on the door, followed by your name being called, and when you didn’t answer there was the sound of keys jingling. Laying on bed in a half-asleep, half-awake state you knew who the person on the other side of the door was, the only person you trusted enough to give a copy of your keys to, Javi. A couple of seconds later his steps resonated on the apartment, had you had a little more energy you would have made an effort to fix your hair or maybe gather the insane amount of tissues scattered throughout the room.

When you turned around you saw him leaning against the door’s frame. “Hey, hermosa.” Javi’s voice was soft and gentle and it soothed you. You admired the man for a moment, he looked as if came here in a hurry, little droplets of sweat covering his skin.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Steve will call me if something interesting happens.”

“Still, you shouldn’t be here, the doctor said this is highly contagious,” you weakly protested but he kept on smiling.

“I’ve faced worse than a simple flu.”

“Tonsillitis. Acute tonsillitis.”

“I’ve faced worse things than acute tonsillitis,” he corrected. The dimple on his cheek made an appearance as he moved to the window and opened the curtains just the right amount for light to come in without your sensitive eyes complaining. He disappeared for a second and came back with a glass of water in one hand, a pill in the other. Sitting next to you he handed you both items. “Drink this.” Once you did he placed the glass on the nightstand and brushed the hair out of your forehead.

Going to the restroom he retrieved a cold wet cloth that he placed on your forehead.  “Is there anything else you need me to do?” He asked while going back to combing your hair with his fingers.

“Tell me a story?”

“Okay,” he stayed silent for a couple of seconds before clearing his throat, “have I told you ‘bout the time I broke my arm as a kid because a sheep kept chasing me?”

You giggled a little while muttering a quiet no, which was the only encouragement he needed to proceed with his story.

The pill was making you sleepy and halfway through the story you stopped listening and just enjoyed the sound of Javi’s voice and his presence next to you until you eventually fell asleep.  

When you woke up there was a nice aroma in the air. You called for Javi but there was no response, so you sat up a little and found that your room had been cleared of all the scattered tissues, and the clothes that were previously on the floor, had been neatly folded on the chair. On your nightstand, you found a bowl of soup, which is still warm, with a note next to it. It was Javi’s handwriting.

Sorry Hermosa had to go but I’ll be back later to check on you. Enjoy the soup, family recipe.

Yours, Javier.

Placing the bowl on your lap you took a spoonful of the soup and were pleasantly surprised when the flavors melted in your tongue, it was delicious. After finishing it, you placed it aside and went back to bed, hoping Javi would be by your side when you woke up.

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[takalzuoom]

Azul! twst prompt 7!

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Every once in a while Azul would look around. Waiting for something, anything to happen. Maybe a seagull would get snatched up by a shark? Or maybe a flamingo would start a fistfight with another- he’d take anything at this point. Anything to distract him from the suffocating silence you two were in. The splashing of water didn’t seem to be helping either.

Albeit you didn’t seem to mind. Taking in the sights, sounds smells around you. Eyes crinkled and smiling beaming, you greedily ate it all up. Trees bustling, swaying reeds, and flowing water. You couldn’t get enough.

Though unlike your adoring gaze of the reeds, Azul’s eyes were trained to the reeds a yard away from him, for a different reason

“Azul- Azul!”

Eyes snapping down to the side of the boat where the oar couldn’t reach. Two tuffs of teal hair peeked out of the water, where he was met with a familiar pair of heteromantic eyes.

“What are you two doing here?” he hissed, checking back to make sure you were too distracted to notice anything. Luckily for him, unlikely for the flamingos, you were staring one down in the opposite direction.

“We’re here to see how everything’s going boss…” Jade looked at your oblivious form. sighing, he gave Azul a look.

“And by the looks of things, you’re crashing and burning” his brother laughed, though the quick shushing of Jade soured his mood.

“Azul, in order to make them fall in love with you, you’ll actually have to make an attempt. To swoon them. Woe them”

“Kiss them!” Floyd purred with a devious smile.

“What- no - I will not be kissing them! I’m simply here to stop them from falling in love with the prince… that’s all…” his beet-red face told otherwise as the tweels shared a snicker.

“That is the only thing we can think of boss, unless”

“We tip the boat!” he cheered

“You won’t be tipping any boat! Unless you want me to hit you with this oar” he warned, though the smiling twins showed his attempt as- ineffective

“Ugh- shoo you two! I have to go”

“Yeah, gotta go ‘n kiss the girl”

Grunting in pain from what seemed like a nudge, the two retreated as the last thing he heard was Jade muttering something about being ‘original’

Pushing up his glasses he continued rowing. He took a deep breath in, holding it there until his usual sly smile and relaxed look came over.

‘Breathe. This is your second chance. You know how important this moment is. So don't screw up’

Emptying his lungs, he was about to talk until he met yours awaiting eyes. A placent smile on your face, one leg over the over with your hands in your lap.

“S- so” he cleared his throat, rowing harder before he chuckled nervously.

“Dear me, I’m sorry about that- uh, tell me. What’s your name, as I never got it”

He could laugh at the way your eyes lit up. Hands moving erratically, as the boat moved in more towards the lagoon.

Sun setting behind the sea as the last stray rays of light lingered over the ocean. Its golden hue casts your face in a golden light. Didn’t help that the twinkles in your eyes were all he could focus on. How your eyes pierced his soul and ensnared him into a trance.

He could feel the tip of his ears go hot as he coughed.

God damnit, he was a mess.

What happened to the pep talk Jade gave?

Shaking his head slightly, he smiled, eyes crinkling a bit as he muttered something about your name again.

“Is it… Malachite?”

You shook your head no.

“Hmm, Alex?”

Your smile started faltering as your head shook more furiously

“Oh! I know! Kim!” He smiled at your grossed-out reaction. Tongue sticking out as you gave him a stink eye.

Of course he knew your name.

How could he not when you were the one he fell in love with. The one that broke down his walls with a bulldozer and carved your way into his heart like a parasite. As back at NRC, you showed him that pasts were nothing to be ashamed of and were just that. The past.

That you can live, learn, and forget.

But he couldn't forget you. Couldn't forgive how you were taken away from him like a snap of the finger.

One day earlier and you would’ve been his and not Eric’s from RSA.

How he loathed that troublesome fisherman.

And he learned from his mistake. Making sure to fix it before he loses you again.

The wind mumbled to him. Whispering your name in his ear as he looked over.

“Did you hear that?”

You shook your head no, a sheepish smile on your lips as you scooted closer to him.

He gulped.

“Is your name… Y/n…”

Immediately, your expression brightened. Sun now beyond the horizon as you looked just as radiant as ever.

He could laugh as he heard people- animals singing? He wasn't too sure.

But like his childhood friends, they kept telling him to- well. Kiss you.

With the moon at its lowest peak, its moonshine shimmering and staining the water, he led you towards the willow tree.

The willow tree Eric and you had sealed your fates underneath. Where he never sealed his.

“Y/n..” he let go of the paddles, finally able to stare you in the eyes without stuttering or breaking into a flustered mess.

“You are the most… radiant person I’ve ever seen. A previous treasure that would put any deal to rest.” He mumbled, bumping knees with you. Slightly freaking out as you both- well you tried, apologizing.

With a drum of his fingers, he leaned closer, hand cupping your cheek as you both flinched, at the sudden jolt. Like a sinner touching holy water.

You were warm to the touch. Just as he remembered. Just as you were before and are now and forever after. Your heart bleeds on your sleeve as your hands ghosted over his before both of them encasing his unoccupied one.

You leaned in.

Smile still on there as his thumb rubbed mindless circles on your cheek.

Gently, almost like touching china, too scared to break it. He guided you closer to him. Various colors flooded through the thick droopy vines of the willow, as your ocean friends tried to seduce him, and not Eric.

…To seduce him, not Eric!

His heart fluttered at the thought, pushing the fact that they got the wrong person into the back of his.

Your warm, gentle breath made him shudder.

You were close, so, so close. Eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into the kiss.

Letting him shamelessly observe you.

‘This, this is how it should be’ he thought, eyes finally closing, heart pounding as he accepted his fate...

But the abrupt tipping of the boat and the face full of cold, dream-shattering water woke him up as two long, sparkling tails came into view.

“T'was bored of watching ya’ crash n’ burn. So I helped ya’ out” Floyd cheered, grabbing onto one of Azul’s arms while Jade, smiling, as usual, grabbed the other. Though the furrow in his brow was new.

He looked back at you struggling to get back on the boat. Probably looking for him as he spotted a familiar crab… Must have been that stupid friend of Eric’s.

Whatever.

Azul didn’t care.

As his head was still under the swaying vines of the willow tree. Moonlight fluttering through its curtains as the shine in your eyes was forever ingrained in his mind. As just the two of you were there. Alone. Together.

“Fuck.”

[mellowpiepizzalamp]

Glasses

Summary: Bucky’s stolen your glasses, now you got new ones.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, the gif, my rubbish writing (it’s a warning)

Word count: ~500 words

It began with turning the brightness up from his phone, enlarging the letters and even squinting at the tv. It was very cute every time she noticed it until he started to nick her glasses. 

Her glasses weren’t strong but just enough for him. She lost her glasses often enough all the time, always forgetting where she left them. On the counter? Bedside table? In the kitchen? On her nose? Didn’t matter, she’d lose them anyway. 

Two weeks ago she really couldn’t find them and went to the optician and get new ones that could be picked up today. 

She walked into her home and saw Bucky on the small sofa, the ends of his legs dangling off because his head rested on the other armrest. He was reading a book she made him read because she loved it and thought he would too, she was right. 

He looked very domestic on that sofa, next to the fire, fuzzy socks on, and with her lost glasses. 

“You had them!” she shrieked when she noticed and broke out laughing as he looked at her with a surprised look. 

“What?” he asked when she caught her breath and put the grocery bags down. 

“My glasses! I Lost them like one and a half weeks ago and I just got my new ones! But you have them,” she laughed and went to lay with him, on top of him, on the couch and he just smiled at her. 

“They’re comfortable,” he said with a giddy smile. 

“And,” she said slowly as she neared him, sitting next to him on the coffee table. 

“And I feel a little bit closer to you when I wear them,” he said, now shy and dragging her onto her lap. “Do you mind? I could stop wearing them,” he said as he peppered kisses into her neck. 

“No it’s okay, I have new ones and they’re not strong enough to hurt your eyes, and your eyes would heal anyway, super soldier.” She grinned and pressed a loving kiss to his lips. 

“Okay,” he said, blown away by the kiss. 

“Show me the new ones?” he asked eventually. She pulled out the silver round glasses and put them on. 

“Not gonna lie, those look better on you, but you look good in those too. You look good in everything if you ask me,” he said and kissed her cheek. 

“Thank you, want to try them on?” she asked. He nodded and switched the black squared ones for the silver ones. He looked in the mirror and started laughing, along with her. 

“Alright, hear me out. You look good, but these look better on you, but for the sunglasses, you need round ones or pilot sunglasses, but squared glasses for normal, yes?” he giggled. 

“Yes, whatever you say, love,” he said and kissed her as she straddled his lap. “

Taking over my nickname for you I see,” she winked. 

“Maybe, but it sounds better when you say it though,” he smiled

[drkcnry67]

Killing midnight

Title: Killing Midnight

note: congratulations to @supraveng for hitting 500 follows!!! keep up the good work! also this is not exact to the point of what happened in the show it is completely of my own doing... sorry if that messes anyone up... :)

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Any Fandom Dark Bingo: "you're the worst mistake I've ever made."

H&H: power kink

SPN Kink: Soulless!Sam

tags: mentions of death, sacrifice, blood, gore, shots fired, death etc

rating: 18+ just to be safe

mentioning @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo @anyfandomdarkbingo @supraveng @sweetness47

you had goten engaged right before your fiance got basically possessed and taken over by lucifer (the devil), in order to start the apocalpse and take over the world.

so in order to stop the apocalypse your fiance broke through lucifer's hold a bit at the last second on the battle field and told you he loved you one more time before his half brother Adam (possessed by Michael) dragged your fiance's body and soul into the pit...

that was a year ago... and let me tell you what a year it has been. you had gone to the bar almost every single night... you left no hunt unturned, you had basically cut all communications with everyone. you had gone off the grid to try and process your grief...

on this particular night you had just finished desimating a pack of ravenous werewolves and gone back to your vehicle when you foudn it trashed and all but destroyed...

yn: can this evening get any worse?

thats when your watch vibrated against your wrist, you took your phone out to see who was calling you... this time as you knelt near your ruined vehicle you decided to pick up the call...

yn: hello...

dean: hey kiddo, how fast can you get to chicago?

you look around at the mess and you breathe in deeply.

yn: i need a ride, im pinging you my location... a pack of idiot wolves destroyed my car...

dean: i got ya sweetheart see you soon!

the line disconnected at the sound of the Impala roaring down the highway... guess dean wasnt kidding when he said that he would see you soon...

you stripped off your bloody shirt and pants and began to rumage through the torn and destroyed clothing to try and find something... you managed to find a pair of short shorts, but no top...

so you decided to see if any of your trunks or bags survived. one of your trunks survived which was good... so you stuck your purse in there and your phone as well.

you then shut the trunk, and sat on it after moving it far enough from the wreckage where you threw a glass bottle of gin at the wreckage and then threw your match book.

the car blazed in a glorious fire... this was a sad but happy sight... for it meant a new car for you and a reunion of important circumstances. it was about an hour ish later when the familiar sound of a purring engine stopping pulled you out of your own thoughts.

the sound of the door opening and the sound of a familiar voice calling you.

dean: hey yn!!!

you got up and ran into the arms of your brother-in-law...

yn: im so sorry dean.. i should have been there for you... i wasnt the only one who lost him... you did too... im sorry...

dean could only hug you tighter...

dean: you have nothing to apologize for yn, its all good... now lets get you and this trunk to the car... we need to be in chicago by morning to meet with bobby...

yn: did he say why?

dean: nope but thats bobby... he'd rather say it in person then on the phone...

You and Dean lug your trunk to the car, and get inside...

Dean: it's gonna be okay... plus whatever this is may take your mind off of whatever is bothering you.

Yn: its nothing just yesterday was the 7 month-a-versary of Sam's sacrifice. So I'm still processing that...

Dean had to check himself he didn't remember about that... he didn't think about how hard this was for you.

Dean: omg yn I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about this...

You placed your hand on deans forearm.

Yn: its okay... we are gonna be late if we don't leave for Chicago now...

Dean: well then hang on tight yn we will get to Chicago before nights end...

You sat back and placed your feet on the seat using your brother in law as a pillow the impala roared across the pavement, within 5 hours of straight driving you guys arrived at a motel in the Chicago border.

You and Dean checked in and walked into the room. You and Dean placed your trunk on the floor and locked the door using the trunk to barricade the door...

Dean: we can now sleep peacefully for a few hours once we salt the windows and the trunk as well...

Yn: I already used your phone to send Bobby a ping of our location and the room number we are in... is every protection up?

Dean: now they are... get some rest Bobby will knock when he arrives.

You and Dean get in separate beds... but facing eachother it was the only comfortable way you could fall asleep. This was the first actual good sleep you had since Sam passed.

Around 9am rolls around and there is a loud knock at the door this prompts dean to get up with his handheld... he slowly goes to the window and peaks through a small crack in the curtain...

he gestures for you to sit up as he lowers his handheld and opens the door revealing bobby standing in the doorway...

bobby: boy seriously what the hell is wrong with you.. now bring that suitcase to the center of the room... let me in and please tell me you have some decent...

thats when bobby's eyes landed on your slightly dazed form on the bed.

Bobby: my god, yn is that you?

You get up off the bed slowly and walk a bit away from the bed...

Yn: hey uncle Bobby!

Bobby who was struck by tears of relief in that moment rushed you in a big bear hug...

Dean: can I go pee while yn tells you what she's been doing...

Bobby: just don't be all day ya idjit!

Dean left toward the bathroom after locking the hotel room door... Bobby sat with you on the bed as you told him your tale of woe...

You told him how you kinda went off the deep end big time, killing every single monster from here to LA and back along the coast... and about the drinking and how you had not given a care in the world about sleeping in a proper bed for almost 7 full months...

bobby: oh my god yn why didnt you call or something...

yn: i was too ashamed... i wasnt sure of the repricutions of my running away and not going to the rite of mourning... i miss him everyday bobby... i cant do anything about it... all i could do was drink my self until i blacked out after every hunt every day since Sam died. i slept in my car all the time... i never stopped at a hotel... i never ever exoected to be welcomed back into yours or deans arms as much as i already have...

bobby: dont worry bout that right now YN just relax and grab one of those beers your gonna need it... yo dean boy get your ass out of that bathroom and we will begin this meeting properly..

Dean had just come out of the bathroom when Bobby had screamed that...

Dean: I'm here, I'm here, so Bobby what's the emergency that was so huge that both me and YN had to rush out here.

Bobby: omens boy, dark ones, same kind that surrounded the apocalypse ordeal...

Yn: wait wait wait woah time out are you suggesting that...

Bobby: at this point we can't rule out any possibilities.... the problem is that we don't know how or when or why or who would/could have brought him back...

Yn: when did the omens start?

Bobby: a week after the tragic ordeal. But I also have been tracking another anomaly it's most unusual cause this one has been following the most explicit pattern. It's been all over the place and it should be here... cause I tracked it here this morning... it was in Colorado mountains with a burned car in the woods...

You and Dean watch as Bobby pulls up the report on the laptop... you turn away and go to the mirror...

Yn: that was my car uncle Bobby...

Bobby takes his emf detection device and holds it near you...

Bobby: good grief yn your lighting up like a Christmas tree...

You pull out the one keepsake that you always keep in the little container in the trunk... you throw it on the bed..

It opens to reveal a test you had taken after Sam sacrifices himself... Bobby and Dean both look at it then at you..

That's of course when Castiel appears intot he room...

Castiel: OK good we are all together yn what do you say we speed you up to date...

Yn: put me at 7 and a half months... I don't want to freak him out if he is back..

castiel waves his hand and your belly suddenly grows to a substantial pregnant belly. castiel breathes in and turns to address Bobby and Dean all of them allowing you to go to the washroom to freshen up and such.

Castiel: dont worry she will be fine...

dean: you helped her hide this secret why?

castiel: cause she had lost sam it was hard enough so she asked me to hide this, to slow it down to give her the year to mourn and to kill everything that got in her way.

dean: so you knew when you came to see me a few months back...

castiel: it wasnt my secret to tell... besides i knew if i had she would have known and the spell i had done would have collapsed... she would have been in danger.

dean now frustrated knocks a candle off the table.

dean: in danger, she was already in danger... this should never have happened... i should never have let her run off like that... but another thanks for being here is do you know if...

castiel nods and addresses the room..

castiel: yes he is back... but he is different... his aura is not the same sam who he was before he was possessed by Lucifer... this one is different... im here to help as a friend, now lets work on this shit and run through it like hell...

you come out of the washroom wearing a pair of leggings and a tank top...

yn: there is something else you all should know as well... Cas i dont know if you could feel it or not but somthing else happened the day that Sam died.

Cas, Dean, Bobby all sat down to listen intently to what else you had to say.

YN: its my physical body, yes im pregnant and yes its Sam's baby... but that night when i went to the hotel outside of Portland... but i had to vomit about a mile out of the hotel parking lot... so i pulled off shut down the car and got out... but instead of vomit i emmited a shockwave of sorts. ever since then ive been collecting various spell books from witches that i have killed... and every single spell ive tried and done have worked...

Castiel: well that explains why your body scan that i had to do when i lifted the protection off you looked different than it did when i first placed it on you...

dean: woah woah woah so wait your telling me that...

yn: that im a witch and it makes hunting so much easier... now lets go find Sam... any idea where to start...

Castiel: he is here in Chicago... and he isnt alone... there were others that came back from the pit with him...

The only person in that room making a lik of sense was you... it seemed in that moment that your mind was just talking for you..

Yn: but I mean we just he was... it's only been 7 months... like it's not been a full year so who...

Castiel: that's what I'm hoping we can find out...

Dean: well first we need to find him and see what kind of state he is in...

Bobby gasps and grabs his fed badge and you do the same so does dean when he gets dressed.

Bobby: I've just received a hit on the police radar... a male matching Sam's description and 2 other males were spotted running through the street fair with machetes in hand... a bunch of frightened fair folk... the police are quarantined off the area. We need to get down there before...

You pull your pistol out and load it up... strapping on your holster... and tucking it in...

You had your shoes and leather jacket on before anyone else did... you snatched the keys to the impala...

Yn: dean can you ride with Bobby.. since you boys aren't ready yet... Cas come with me... it will be easier to hide the pregnancy again while we go through the park...

Dean: you got it kiddo.

You and Cas get into the impala and you smile as she fires right up...

Bobby: I can't believe you are letting her drive the impala... your baby...

Dean: never argue with a pregnant woman... but she won't like it if we are late to the party...

Bobby nodded both of them pulling their butts in gear... you were wanting to get there in no time at all...

Speeding mildly you and Cas badges in hand were at the scene of the street fair where crowds of people panicking.

You tell Cas to clear the crowd while you go further into the fair grounds... your handheld cocked, and in your hand for you are not sure what kind of situation you would find...

Walking a few more moments, you are grabbed and thrown into a dark room... your handheld dropped on the ground in the commotion, your only thought was to fight off whatever or whoever had grabbed you.

You hear footsteps jump you from behind, this goes on for several moments till you are knocked out, loosing consciousness at the view of 4 dark figures who stare at you...

You are the one person who these asshats could never imagine would have been at the street fair.

Meanwhile, at the streetfair Cas finds your handheld in the now empty street, Cas then goes to the entrance finding Dean and Bobby who have just gotten out of the car.

Dean: where is YN?

Cas: she isn't here, I lost track of her in the crowd, her presence isn't here, not anymore, but Sam was definitely here, but other familial presences are also blending with Sam's...

Bobby: as in other Winchesters or something else?

Cas: not John's side, it's Mary's side of the family line...

Dean couldn't imagine what horrors await for them, all he knew was he had to find you. Dean threw his punches at the impala, his baby, his car, there was no way that you were gonna be able to survive whatever was happening.

Dean: we have yo find her, now today and figure out who these freaks are that have my sis in law and future mother of my niece or nephew.

Meanwhile now in a field leaning against a tree stump in the dark cold air... you hear a familiar voice...

Sam: let me do it please let me do it...

Samuel: are you sure you can... boy you did mention how she once meant alot to you..

Sam: don't worry she doesn't mean anything to me anymore.

Chris: good, cause she is radiating huge amounts of power. And I look forward to seeing her squirm...

Sam let out a low hiss, only to hear you groan, you start to move, but are bound to the stump...

You start trying silent spells, all of which bounce off hurting you...

Sam: well well well, the girl I never ever thought I'd see again... I wasn't even sure you would ever remember who I was...

Yn: your not my fiance... your not my Sam, so who are you, you crazy evil son of a bitch and why are you wearing my dead fiances face...

Sam: oh its me alright sweetheart... but the new and improved me... the version of me who finally realizes that you're the worst mistake ive ever made! But surely by now castiel, Bobby and Dean all have noticed your missing and are attempting to find you alive... but they won't... cause your one of which we have hunted our whole lives, your a witch and we never knew... so first I'm gonna strip you of your powers, then I'm gonna wait till Dean and them get here and then I'll kill you to prove my point...

It took a few moments for Dean to track your phone, him Bobby and Cas all speeding to you in the impala...

Your body almost completely drained of magic when the lights of the impala shon through the trees... voices shouting, guns were raised, but deans words were shocking most of all...

Dean: grandpa Samual Campbell...

Samuel: you must be Dean... my God you boys look so much like Mary with hints of your father in you too...

Yn: if your their grandfather then that makes you... oh God, aaaaahhhhh!

You scream once more as Sam, the fiance you once knew, the man you gave yourself too, the father of your baby, drains the final bit of your magic...

You hang your head, your breathing heavy, but something changes within you, sparks of your power shine through Sam's Soulless eyes...

Yn: just do it you Soulless beast, get it overnight cause I can't stand to see you wearing the face of the love of my life. Dean, Cas, Bobby ill bring his soul back I promise!

With that last word the Soulless man before you, rips out your heart and throws it to the ground... the clock chimes midnight and your pronounced dead...

~the end for now~

[yutahoes]

All About You

pairing: nerdy! Yuta Nakamoto x rich! bratty! Y/N (I hope I made justice) other characters: Johnny as your twin brother, Taeyong as your bestfriend word count: 4.2k words genre: fluff summary: He’s supposed to teach you Math, why is he teaching you to love? warnings: cursing, Y/N has a bad temper, cheating, cringe  Some scenes are inspired from ‘It Started with a Kiss’ 

a/n: Based on this ask. I’m sorry anon, this took such a long time to write. 😭 I just feel unmotivated to write and the week had been such a whirlwind of emotions. I’ve also been so busy, it’s so crazy. 

Also, this is my thank you post for reaching another milestone of this writing blog. I never expected that I’ll past 500 followers but now, it’s in 1.5k. Thank you for following me and reading my works. Please, don’t hesitate to give me feedback even if it’s good or bad. 😅  

"Y/N!" Your eyes shoot open at the sound, groaning when you realize that it was your brother shouting. "You'll be late for school." You hid your head under the pillow to shut down the noise coming from outside the room. "Your car is towed, have you forgotten about it?" Once again, you groaned. "If you don't come down after five minutes, you'll have to take the bus." 

Once again your eyes opened, raising your head. Five minutes? How will you get ready in five minutes? Your allowance is almost gone. You needed to go to school with Johnny or you might end up taking a bus. You were wearing your school uniform when you heard a car engine and saw Johnny leaving already. "Fuck!" You whispered to yourself before taking your bag and hurriedly ran down the stairs. 

"Fuck you, Johnny Seo!" You shouted in annoyance, dragging your school bag outside the gates of your large house while taking your phone out and calling your bestfriend. "Pay for my cab fee." 

“I don’t have any money left,” Taeyong whined. “Just take the bus.” He said before hanging out that pissed you off much more. 

You groaned in annoyance before walking to the bus stop. You will get scolded for being late again if you don’t take the bus. You just wished that no one is going to see you. 

Luckily, the bus isn’t that crowded but there’s only one seat available, beside a guy who had the same uniform as yours. How annoying.

The guy was focused on answering a worksheet, his name written above. Yuta Nakamoto. You heard that name before but instead of pondering over it, you decided to shrug it. You were thankful that he’s the only person from your school who is on the same bus as you or it will be really embarrassing. Once you walked to the gate of the school, you noticed the discipline director on the gates. Shit, you thought, you forgot your necktie. This has detention written all over it. This day is so unlucky. 

A piece of fabric can be felt on your neck followed by the same male student walking before you. The discipline director saw him and scolded him for not wearing a necktie that startled you. You glanced at the necktie hanging on your neck and hastily fixed it before getting inside the campus. Your eyes meeting with the same guy you were sitting next to earlier on the bus. Yuta Nakamoto. 

You shrug while passing him. It's his fault that he's punished like this. Why would he give his necktie to you? When you arrive at your locker, you exchange the worn-out necktie with the spare you have in your locker. "Hey, did you study for our Math exam?" Taeyong greeted that made you roll your eyes. He knew you never study for anything. 

"You know everyone in school, right?" He's such a social butterfly, everyone is his friend. You handed him the necktie, "Return this to Yuta Nakamoto."

"You know Yuta?" But you didn't answer him and started walking the opposite way to your first class in English. Johnny's eyes were on you as you entered the class you shared with him, raising your middle finger as you sat down on your chair and slept on the desk. 

The bell rang. English is done. Lifelessly, you walked to the other side of the building to attend your most loathed class of all. Math. 

Everyone was busy reading notes as you sat next to Taeyong. "Did you study?" You asked and he nodded, grinning. "Just open your paper." He groaned and you gave him a glare before the teacher came in with papers in his hand. He asked everyone to keep their notes and handed out the worksheets. 

Your head was aching at all the numbers and letters on the paper. Your eyes glanced at Taeyong's paper, lightly elbowing him to show his answer. The teacher passed your table and Taeyong lightly glanced at his paper then glared at you. 

"Let me see." You whispered when the teacher passed your table. He opened his paper, lightly glancing around as you try to copy what is written. Someone called for the teacher while you were busy copying the numbers from Taeyong's paper then someone called your name. 

"Copying, Ms. Y/N?" the teacher asked that made you turn to him. "Thank you for informing me, Mr. Nakamoto." Nakamoto? You lightly glanced at the guy in glasses next to the teacher. Of course, it’s him. 

You were brought to the detention room after class. An hour of doing nothing. What’s more annoying is the fact that you were given a failing grade in Math already. There’s nothing you can do but hiss in annoyance. 

When you got home, you had an earful from your grandfather about how you’re such a disappointment to your mom and even comparing you to the perfect Johnny. “Get Y/N a personal tutor.” the older commanded your twin brother, “Maybe she’ll stop cheating in exams.” 

You were annoyed. It’s a one-time event. This is your first time copying from Taeyong since you really didn’t know about the Math exam. Why are they all acting like you’re a serious offender? This is all that guy’s fault for snitching on you. 

The next day was more annoying because you came face to face with Nakamoto Yuta, the snitch, who even had the guts to sit in front of you. “He will be your tutor,” Johnny claimed that made you wide-eyed. He’s kidding. “Grandpa already agreed to it. He said if you pass Math, you’ll get back your car.” You glared before sighing. You needed the car back, going on the bus is a hassle and Johnny isn’t even helping you at all. 

Even if you hated and wanted to ruin this guy’s life, he’s your only choice to getting what you want. 

From your usual seat, you were always transferred to sit beside Yuta as per your grandfather’s wishes. If he’s this influential in school, why are you even bothering to study? Yuta is always with you every class and you were annoyed at how he seemed like a bodyguard, making sure that you attend classes, rather than a tutor. He’s quiet, you have to give him that. Always buried in his books. You believe he doesn’t even know your name. 

That was until you pushed all his buttons. 

It’s not because you’re dumb but school is unmotivating for you so you never put in any effort into your subjects especially Math. “You got this wrong again, Y/N.” Yuta exclaimed while pointing at your answer. Wow, he knew your name. “I’ve been explaining this for hours. Are you stupid?” 

“What did you call me?” 

“Stupid,” he said while looking straight at you. “Even a second-grader would know how to multiply numbers.” You hissed before taking the paper and started answering the question properly. Yuta chuckled when you returned the paper to him, checking your answer. “You have such a bad temper.” 

“Piss me off more and you might get the worst temper ever.” You warned but he only smirked that annoyed you more. “Annoying loser!” you muttered under your breath. 

"That's the reason why you don't have any friends." He really is here to annoy you, isn't he? And you have a friend, Lee Taeyong. Pissed off, you pulled the first thing you saw from him, his glasses, then threw them on the ground before stepping on them. 

Johnny's booming voice can be heard in the library and you know, you're in deep trouble already. 

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"You broke your tutor's glasses?" your grandfather asked, voice rising. You rolled your eyes, poking the beef on your plate before cutting it so small. “Apologize to him tomorrow.” 

You stared at him in surprise. You? Apologize? To that nerd? He started it! “I won’t, just buy him new glasses.” 

“I already did,” Johnny whispered, drinking his juice. 

“See?” You smiled cheekily, “Problem solved.” 

The older man sighed before dropping down his utensils that startled your twin brother. “You’re hopeless, Y/N.” He claimed while glaring at you. “If you don’t apologize to Mr. Nakamoto, I’ll cut off your allowance in half. And we’ll pretend that the discussion about your car didn’t happen.” What? You gasped but he only stood up, making Johnny sigh. 

“Y/N, please be nice to Yuta. He’s been through a lot.”   

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You have no choice but to wake up extra early and come to school with Johnny. You were napping on your desk when you felt a thud beside you. Yuta is here. “Is that really Yuta?” You overheard your classmates asked that made you curious. When you raise your head to look at him, you were startled at his shining, glassy eyes staring at you as well. Before you could say anything, a female classmate called his name. “Yuta, do you want to eat tteokbokki with us later?” 

You sighed before taking out your book, tapping a pencil on the cover. “Yeah sure,” Yuta claimed and you inwardly smile, no tutor lesson today. “Do you want to come, Y/N?” The girls were looking uncomfortable so you just shook your head, claiming that tteokbokki is disgusting which made Yuta roll his eyes. “Then I’ll just come to your place later for the tutor session.” A groan escaped your lips. What the hell? 

It was late afternoon when the maid called for you, saying that Yuta is looking for you. Johnny welcomed him and even claimed that he asked the maids to prepare the garden for the session. You were seated in front of him, looking uninterested, books sprawled in front of you as a tower of cupcakes and tea was on another table. “Your house is on another level. Must be nice living in a house like this.” 

You smirked before trying to substitute x with the equation. “It’s nice because I’m always alone.” 

“Why?” He asked, “Johnny seemed so cool. Your grandfather, I met him once, he looks kind.” 

You giggled, multiplying both sides of the equation. “I’m not like them.” You whispered. “I’m stupid and I have such a bad temper.” You focused on the numbers in front of you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Yuta whispered, putting down his pen. “That was insensitive of me to say those things and I understand why you hate me.” You lightly glance at him. What’s with the turn of events? You should be apologizing for breaking his glasses. “But I want to be your friend, Y/N.” 

“My friend?” 

“I don’t have lunch plans. Whenever Taeyong or Johnny leaves you during lunch, I want to sit beside you.” You only stared in curiosity. What is he saying? “Let’s be friends, Y/N.” He held out his hand and you saw your grandfather watching the two of you from afar with a smile on his face. Hastily, you took his hand and shook it, smiling at him. Maybe your grandfather will return your allowance to normal. 

The maid went out with a large bowl which made Yuta smile while thanking her. “I brought tteokbokki. Do you want some?” He asked but you shook your head, giving him a disgusted look. “Just try one.” He poked one tteok covered in orange sauce, showing it to you. “Just say ah.”  

How weird. But you opened your mouth to taste this almighty tteokbokki he loved. It was so chewy in your mouth, the taste of spiciness and sweetness playing in your mouth. “How was it?” 

“Disgusting.” 

You didn’t realize how lonely it is to eat alone if not for Yuta. Whenever Taeyong would eat lunch quickly because of council duties or Johnny with his radio show, Yuta would always sit beside you and offer you dessert. He would ask you if you have trouble understanding something in class when you’re seated next to each other in almost all classes you have. 

“Maybe they’re dating.” You overheard in class once, female classmates looking at you who just entered the room. “Why would Yuta reject you if not?” She was talking to a girl seated in front, touching her hair.  

Another girl came to your table. “Are you and Yuta dating?” 

What? You and Yuta? A chuckle escaped your lips. “Of course not, who would fall in love with that nerd?” You saw how the girl seated glared at you followed by a thump beside you. Yuta laid his head on the desk and the girl scrambled back to her seat just as the teacher came. You shrugged. 

During lunchtime, Taeyong immediately left for a meeting in the council. But unlike any other day, Yuta didn’t sit beside you. It was weird. He was consistent these past few days. Why would he suddenly change? But once again, you shrugged. It’s not even lonely to sit alone. 

You waited the whole afternoon for him to come to your tutor session but he's a no-show which startled you. He never misses a day even if he has part-time jobs to do. And you need him now because tomorrow is your exams in Math, the make and break of your car. 

From Taeyong, you found out that he works part-time in a coffee shop near the school. He looked startled when you came in, even ordering a lot since you'll be studying. Yuta only laughed before taking your order. 

The cake looks unappetizing after you kept poking your fork in it, annoyed at how you cannot understand the equation. Why are there letters in Math? It should just be numbers. "You're substituting it wrong," Yuta mumbled before placing his tray on the table and taking your extra pencil. He leaned closer to write on your paper but your gaze was on him. 

You've been seated next to each other but this is the first time you saw him this close. He's handsome. A boyish charm that you cannot see in anyone else. When he turned to look at you, you blinked in surprise. He's so handsome. His red lips, the high nose, his glassy eyes. "Did you get it?" 

A heavy breath followed by a shake of head, to return your focus to the equation and not the image of Yuta. "How did you get this answer?" You asked, looking at the answer which is way different than yours. Are you getting stupider? 

He sighed heavily then glanced at his wristwatch. "Wait for me. I'll just finish my shift." And you nodded. That was your goal all along. 

But instead of doing some practice exercises, you were focused on Yuta serving drinks. He looks like an invisible person in school but a really charming man outside. Whenever he looks at you, you look away from him and pretend to be busy in your workbook. Why are you so worked up because of him? This is crazy! Yuta is making you crazy. 

He's a nerd. He's annoying. He's such a know-it-all. "Yuta doesn't like you, Y/N." you whispered to yourself then gasped when you realized you said it out loud. To your annoyance, Yuta just passed by your side with an empty tray. Did he hear that? You hope not. 

It was the fifth equation when Yuta sat in front of you, yawning and stretching his arms. He was done with the job and had some break before he had to go to the gas station for his second part-time job. "You have a lot of jobs." You claimed while he checked your work. "Do you need that much money?" 

"I have to pay for my tuition." 

"Why would you go to a private academy if you can't even pay for it?" 

Yuta put down your workbook, showing the mistakes and where you missed the question. "My parents met in that academy so it means a lot to my mom for me to graduate in the same alma mater as her." They did? Then Yuta might be rich. "My dad is filthy rich. She got pregnant but his parents don't want the child. My mom left him." 

"That's just tragic."

Yuta smiled. "You know, it’s the typical rich boy - poor girl love story. It will just end that way." You glanced at him before pursing your lips. "Just try finishing three questions. It's the exams tomorrow, you need rest." Once again, he yawned. "And I have to walk you back home."

You stopped after one equation seeing how he almost fell asleep while waiting for you. He might be tired and you don't want him to be late for the next job. You promised you'll do the remaining exercises at home and show him tomorrow then hailed a cab so he won't have to walk you home. Just to be sure, you promised to message him when you arrive home. 

But you never did. Never messaged him, never answered the remaining problems. All that's running in your mind is him. Yuta Nakamoto. He's not bad yet he's not great either. But something about him is piquing your curiosity. Something about him makes you want to be closer to him. 

"Aish!" you shouted. You should be studying. 

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You were surprised when the girls were left inside the room and the guys were brought outside for the test. You cannot copy from Yuta. Maybe it was your grandfather’s plan. Surprisingly, the questions aren’t as hard as you thought they would be. Or maybe you just got smarter. The studying to distract your mind from thinking about Yuta has paid off. 

Taeyong sighed heavily while seated in front of you during lunch. “I think I’ll fail the exams.” You glance at him in surprise. Do you have a different question as him? You asked him the first question which you remember clearly and you had a debate on what the right answer is. When you showed him the solution, Taeyong just whined in defeat. “Wow, you’re teaching me Math now.” he claimed before tapping his chin. “Should I get Yuta as a tutor as well?” 

“You can’t.” You raised your voice at him. “Yuta is mine.” 

Taeyong snickered. “Speaking of him, did you know that he was sleeping while taking the exam?” That took your attention. “I don’t even know if he finished the questions. He’s just out of it.” Now, you’re worried. What happened to him? Why did he just sleep when he’s taking exams? 

“How were the exams?” Yuta asked when you met in the library but you only stared at him. “Is it hard?” 

You shook your head. “Did you finish your exam?” He chuckled while nodding, asking if it was Taeyong who told you. “You finished everything?” 

Again, he nodded. “Don’t worry. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” You asked him why but he just smiled. “The exams are now done. We’ll just have to wait if you pass to get your car back.” 

You nodded. “You want a ride?” 

Yuta shook his head, smiling at you. “I’ll have to resign as your tutor, Y/N.” You stared at him in surprise. Wait, why? “I’ll have to take a new job…”

“My grandfather can pay you.” But Yuta shook his head. “Why do you need that much money anyway? Are you dating someone?” He smirked before leaning his back on the chair. He didn’t say anything but the smile in his eyes was enough proof to know that he is indeed dating someone. 

Nakamoto Yuta? The nerd? Someone actually had the nerve to ask him out? Someone actually raced you to ask him out. 

You passed by the tteokbokki shop and ordered some of Yuta’s favorite food. It does taste weird, but addicting. You poked one tteok and put it in your mouth, munching on it with a lot of annoyance. Why doesn’t it taste good now? It tastes good when Yuta was feeding you one. You just wasted money on this food. 

You were annoyed. At Yuta. At this girl. He seemed friendly with everyone, it’s annoying. You sat beside Taeyong in class which surprised your friend. “You broke up with Yuta?” he teased that made you roll your eyes. “I thought he’s yours.” You stepped on his foot, earning a yelp from him which made the whole class look at the two of you, even Yuta. 

When the results came out, you rushed to see if Yuta is still the first-rank student. You were worried the whole time when you found out he slept in class. What if he lost the top rank? He lost his scholarship? You grasped your hands together, wishing that he’ll remain in his spot. When you opened your eyes, in front of the rank one student, you beamed at the sight of his name. Yuta Nakamoto. 

He’s still the rank one even if he slept during the exams. Yuta is really amazing. 

Your phone rang and you answered it without even looking at the caller ID, “Where are you?” Yuta. “Did you see your rank?” Wait, what? “I don’t think your grandfather…” A crowd of students came and you almost lost your balance if not for someone who caught you. Him. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” you called then glanced at your phone. You were just talking to each other. “My rank?” 

He smiled. “Twelfth.” You almost ran to the part of the bulletin board that has the top 10-20 rank list. On the twelfth rank is your name, three spots higher than your twin brother and seven spots higher than your bestfriend. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned to hug the grinning Yuta. “You did it, Y/N.” He whispered against your ear, “I’m proud of you.”  

You lightly glanced at him. The first person who told you that he’s proud of you. Now, you had an answer to yourself on why Yuta is someone you cannot shake off. He is the first person who believed in you. 

“I’ll treat you to tteokbokki.” Yuta glanced at you in surprise before you took his hand. 

The old woman greeted you and Yuta was surprised when you greeted her back. “We should eat something you like. I’ll treat you.” But you shook your head, licking the sauce from your fingers. “When did you start eating tteokbokki?” 

You shrugged then dipped the tteok to the red sauce. “Why were you on the first bulletin board? Do you think you’ll get the top rank?” A light kick from you under the table made him wince. 

“I thought you might lose your scholarship.” You claimed before eating tteokbokki again. "You were distracted during the exam so I was worried." He stared at you in surprise before smiling. "Shouldn't you stop all these part-time jobs if you want to keep your scholarship?" 

"I lost the gas station gig," he confessed, poking his fork on the tteokbokki. "I'm worried that you didn't come home that night so I skipped work. Johnny told me that you did when I came to your house but I can't sleep that night." 

That night? You were thinking about him that night. "Eomma said someone might be thinking about me." Shit! "But I guess I'm just worried about you." He's what? "But don't mind it." He shrugged before eating the tteokbokki. 

"You were worried?" 

He rolled his eyes, looking at you deadpan. "Of course. What if you fail your exam? Your grandfather's payment will all go to waste." You just munched on the tteokbokki, chewing loudly. "You're enjoying the tteokbokki so much. I thought it's disgusting." 

You shook your head, stuffing your mouth with the chewy tteok. "When did I say that?" 

Yuta chuckled, wiping your sauce-clad finger with tissue. "You're really charming, aren't you?" You rolled your eyes. Why is he shaking you like this? He's already dating another girl. "Just let me save a little more money before asking you out on a date, hmm?" 

What? You choke on the chewy rice cake, coughing at his statement. Ask you out on a date? "I don't want us to be like my parents' story so I need to work hard to at least reach halfway to your world." He munched on the tteokbokki but your eyes remained on him. "Please wait for me before I can take you out officially." 

Is that why he resigned as your tutor? How did this turn into this? "How are you so sure that I'll wait for you?" 

"You said so yourself, I'm yours." He chuckled and you mentally killed Lee Taeyong. "And I do like you." Shit! He did heard you back in the coffee shop. This is so embarrassing. "Even if you don't like me romantically, just let me take you out on one date." 

"Sure." You claimed, "Since you sound so desperate and I'm such a nice girl to reject you." 

Yuta chuckled. "Of course you are." 

“Yuta.”

“Hmm?”

“Treat me to ice cream after this.”

The guy nodded that made you smirk to yourself. This nerd isn’t so bad at all.  

[siderealxmelody]

It grinned tilting its head at the pair of them. It could just answer him, tell him yes and be done with his little history lesson. But this - that wouldn't be very fun now would it?

It turned its eyes to Anastasiya, Cassandra's heir if there ever was one. More than that brute of her sister was anyway - the one that lived anyway.

"Your her blood. Do you know why she was betrayed by her own people?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me Dunyasha."

Her tone was as harsh as Aleksander's, cutting and cold. It looked to the rafters, to the spirals it had watched be made by fae from its prison.

"Long ago a god slumbered. A thing that had many names but no awareness of its many followers. It was given many names, The Void, Urd, The Empty. A thing who was so vast its power wound between the worlds like a force. A secret language of the universe that only the stars spoke."

It was lost in its memories, what hazy ones it had from those brief moments of awareness. It didn't know if they spoke suddenly it didn't care. It had to tell someone this story - probably the most important story in the universe.

"Races would meet in it, set truces and pray in it. A neutral ground of sorts. A holy ground fit for all."

It dragged its eyes to them, to two people who seemed to complete each other so well there was room for nothing else. A balance and universe all unto themselves. Was that it was chasing? That feeling of oneness in itself that had been shattered and twisted?

"The Asteri found me and like everything else they do - they covet and subsume. Some of their ilk had told me they'd known me. Had worshiped me by title of Mother and their Dam eons before I woke. But it didn't matter, they woke me. They cleaved me open, shattered me. Forged a vat around a bit of my power. I was taken here, this pretty little valley - or it was then. I watched that castle of dragon glass be erected. I screamed as they tore me apart to wring me dry of every morsel of Firstlight and Secondlight they could."

Anastasiya swallowed, her voice shook and she made no effort to hide it. She had a horrible feeling of how this story was going to end.

"What does this have to do with my blood?"

It smirked leaned back against a table. The silence of the Fold outside defeaning.

"Clever girl to say your blood and admit that ugliness lives in you too. I see why your sister fears you. The Asteri conquered worlds, whispering of me the Wyrdchild, the Runechild - the Timelesschild. Legends get conflated with truths. I was no longer the thing they worship but the child of it. A blessing and gift for them being the favorite children of a Goddess that may or may not have ever existed."

It looked back to the journals scattered on the table. The silence hung between the three of them.

"They broke me in ways only something of flesh could be broken. Do you understand that? I was a think of infiniteness, I neither knew the pain of being violated like they did. Or the acute helplessness of being shackled and made to watch as someone I'd consider a friend tortured me for greed. She did in the end, Heketah was sent to study and befriend me. She did, 30,000 years I was under their thumb and a little sickly witch wormed her way into my being. I helped her stabilize the witch genes. And in return she had me strapped to a table and dug into my fork till I screamed and the firmament wept."

It closed its eyes feeling that deep pain, that echo it had been running from since it woke in this nightmare. A bone deep weariness that hung onto it like a shadow - neither of which it had.

"Asteri are matriarchal, they hold a tournament every 2,000 years to crown a new queen. Nearly 2,000 years ago Cassandra won hers. 500 years she tightened her reign. 500 years she gave fae more and more power, even let those Saints of yours into her court. She'd raised them, loved them as her own children."

Their eyes opened, hollow and broken. Crystals shattered by a cold and capricious child. Anastasiya wondered if this was its true form - or if there was ever a form it would feel that could reflect it. She was trembling, the grief was raw, horrible to even contemplate. How had it survived that? How had it even had enough sanity to peice itself together?

"I was granted my freedom if I could help destory her. I overpowered and possesed the gaurds and slipped free. But I was so weak, so incredibly tired and I withered away. Reborn again into some Asteri or another. I was reborn as Kheto, sister to the current High Lords of Night and Summer if those types of things matter to you. Kheto was furious, Kheto wanted revenge....and she got it. She taught Olenna of the Fae to make Fionn's little swords. And, well you all know how that ended. 500 years into her reign and Cassandra was toppled. She is alive, crawled away like the roach she is."

Its lips twinged, she'd been nice to it once before. Giving it honey and milk, trying to see if it liked their screeching noises that was apparently music.

It tapped the journal again and looked to Aleksander.

"Yes to your question. I didn't mean to make him go mad. He reminded me of Heketah, she was insatiable for the knowledge. But he didn't seem malicious in his thirst like she did. Perhaps you both would hold better with such knowledge and sight. The Asteri blood in you perhaps will protect you."

Anastasiya swallowed, she couldn't focus on any of that now. She'd let Aleksander answer the more pressing questions. She focused on Dunyasha, or whatever this thing was.

"We know you as Dunyasha. What does Dunyasha want?"

It tilted its head and smiled a tiny one at her.

"Dunyasha is how you will always know me child. And all I want is to wrought as much fear and horror as was done to me. I do not have the energy to be hunted so I chose to accept your summons. Do you still want me to work with you?"

Can you handle what I am?

Dunyasha looked over Ilyas words. The wayhis handwriting shook and twisted the deeper in the journal it looked. It turned to Aleksander, a gleam in its eyes. 

"Now I remember you. Your power speaks to me like your grandfather's did. Do you know the origin of your powers? Both of you?"

Anastasiya stepped toward the woman though she didn't look like one now. Too devoid of the light of a mortal. What had Cassian called her? A goddess of Death? A child carved from ivory and amber. 

"Heketah. She birthed the Saints, their blood flows in -"

She tisked giggling to herself as she touched the journal. Her nails had dried blood under them. Anastasiya noted that the blood seemed intentional as if she relished the way it felt on her skin. 

"Not just her blood. That little aptitude for Merzost doesn't come from Heketah or the Asteri blood in her."

She looked to them again. Stepping away to open her arms wide. The runes glowing a sickly silver in the dimly lit room. Like dirty snow on the bottom of a mountain. 

"She ran from Cassandra 20,000 years ago. She ran to my cell and destoryed herself. Her power ripped at my body then. I was so weak, so tired and I let myself perish."

She spoke as if this made any sense, as if this was fact. Anastasiya stepped closer to Aleksander her hand gripping his. Not in fear she didn't need him to sheild her. No, no it was a warning. This woman may be the best assassin in centuries. She may have some power to sustain injuries not even a fae could - but she wasn't mentally well. 

Dunyasha continued smiling at them. Seeming to relish having a captive audience. 

"I came back soon enough anyway. But my blood mixed with her children. 11 of them born from her blood and mine. 11 children capable of feats no witch had before them. 11 witches able to break through the barriers and touch the cold and unfeeling stars. Witches that could have been Asteri in their own right if their masters had let them."

Dunyasha tapped a sharp nail on the page. Anastasiya half feared she'd pierce the page. 

"Ilyas found me 1,000 years ago. I was newly free delirious with all the possibilities at my fingertips. He asked to share my knowledge to tell him how to make amplifiers. They could make weapons and magic that could cut an Asteri down. But no, no he wanted more than that. He wanted to become like them, to feel the world in the ways they did. Wholly and fully. So I showed him, I taught how to See..."

She grinned at Aleksander, teeth showing. Anastasiya leaned closer squinting. Was it a trick of the light or were her teeth filed to points?

"As you can see he didn't take it well -"

𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒, rapt with focus, but trying to appear as if everything she says is something he knows, something he's heard before.

It isn't.

All of it is new, but then, his mother hadn't ever been very forthcoming with tales of the past. No matter how often he'd asked, as a young boy, the answers were always vague. He'd wondered if she'd done so intentionally, hoping he'd drop it. And after awhile, he had. Tired of not getting the right answers...

How does this one know so much? he wants to wonder, wishes it was possible to think, maybe, that she wasn't knowing so much--

Until she mentions his grandfather. Until that name falls from her lips as she nearly cuts through the journal's pages. That fingernail of hers almost clawing through the scrawled words of madness that Aleksander hadn't figured out yet.

❝ Was it you? ❞ The questions leaves his lips in a harsh tone, but an equally curious one, too. Anastasiya's hand in his is something he uses to ground himself. To let himself know that this is still real. All of it.

This assassin might not be all there, all right in the head. But what she says is something he needs to know. To understand.

❝ Were you the one that led him to madness? ❞

mention // @an-endless-saga

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one allusion to sex

A/N: me and @samuel-de-champagne-problems are doing a 500 follower co-celebration that you can find here! we would love to hear from you <3

Masterlist

Chapter 34

You came down the stairs in the morning to see Spencer staring out the window of the sun room.

He occasionally sketched something in his journal, poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, before glancing up again.

“What’s up, love?” you asked him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind so you could peek into his journal full of sketches.

“I want to build a treehouse for Jo to use and the twins eventually. Maybe even grandkids,” Spencer smiled softly.

“I like that idea but please tell me you are having someone help you. I don’t want you up on a ladder by yourself,” you warned him.

“Derek was more than happy to help,” he kissed the top of your head.

“I’ve got to go to Lowe’s to get the wood planks. Do you want to come too or I can bring all the kids with me?”

“I am not going to miss alpha-male Spence,” you bit your lip, “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“I’ll get the kids up if you make coffee,” he bargained.

“Deal,” you gave him a quick peck before sending him up the stairs.

Spencer came back downstairs with the two twins in the double carrier and Jo holding his hand. He was dressed in jeans with a measuring tape hooked to his belt and the leather brown doc martens you bought him on his feet.

“I was not expecting to be this turned on at 8 in the morning,” you whispered to him with a giggle which caused him to blush.

“Can we get donuts on the way, Mommy?” Jo asked.

“Of course, Baby J. Let’s go.”

-

You had Ollie and Ophelia in their portable car seats in the shopping cart while you and Jo were eating your donut munchkins and watching amusedly as Spencer pretended to know what he was doing.

“It’s okay to ask for help, love,” you reminded him.

“Fine,” he huffed, “Let me go get an employee. I have all the practical knowledge of how this should work but believe it or not, I was never a big handyman. I would just call my landlord when something broke.”

After getting the wood situation settled, Spencer brought Jo to the paint swatch section.

“Princess, you can pick any color you want for me and Uncle Derek to paint the tree house,” Spencer told her.

Jo took her time, carefully examining each swatch and considering her options before deciding on a pale lavender.

“Excellent choice,” Spencer smiled, kissing her cheek, “You got your love of purple from me.”

-

“I’ve got it!” Jo announced at the knock at the door.

“Jo!” Derek smiled as she opened the door.

“Uncle Derek!” she jumped into his arms.

“Long time, no see, kiddo. You’re growing so fast.”

You walked into the entry way with Ollie and Ophelia in your arms.

“Spence is already out back. Please be careful, you two. I don’t want to drive to the hospital today,” you cautioned.

“I’ll be out in just a second. I need to see my two godbabies first,” Derek extended his arms, taking Ollie from you and giving him little kisses on the cheek before doing the same to Ophelia.

“They still keeping you up at night?” Derek asked.

“Not as much nowadays, it’s a little harder with twins because as soon as one cries, the other follows. But Spencer always insists on getting up so I really can’t complain,” you smiled.

“Alright, I’ll head out there and get to work so Jo can have her new treehouse as soon as possible,” Derek waved.

“Hey, man,” Derek greeted Spencer as he walked outside.

Spencer looked up from his journal, “Oh, hey! I have got some preliminary blueprints sketched out that you can take a look at. Thank you so much for your help today. I really appreciate it and the kids will too.”

“Of course. You know things between me and Savannah are getting pretty serious so maybe my kid will be playing up there one day too,” Derek smiled.

“That’s so great to hear, Morgan.”

“I have you to thank for that. Seeing this life that you created outside the BAU inspired me. It made me realize I want more than to be a travelling single man my whole life,” Derek stated.

“I’m happy you’ve found someone you can see yourself settling down with,” Spencer smiled, “You and Savannah are welcome over any time for dinner.”

“When did you know Y/N was the one?” Derek asked.

Spencer couldn’t believe the Derek Morgan was asking him for girl advice. But then, he remembered he had everything. He had managed to win over his dream girl. His soulmate. His everything.

“The first time she laughed at an awful joke I made. I just knew from that moment on, I wanted to hear it over and over again and I would do everything in my power to keep that smile on her beautiful face,” Spencer admitted.

The sliding glass door of the sun room opened.

“Sorry to interrupt but Jo and I just made some fresh lemonade and I don’t want you guys to get dehydrated out here,” you said as you placed the pitcher and cups down on the table, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Spencer’s lovesick gaze was laser-focused on you.

“I asked him when he knew you were the one,” Derek informed you.

“Oh,” you smiled softly, reminiscing, “For me, it was on our first date when he held every single door for me and would even run ahead to make sure it was open. I knew I had found myself the perfect gentleman.”

You gave him a quick peck before heading back inside.

-

You woke up already crying. You cuddled further into Spencer’s chest as you teared up.

“I don’t want to go. Please, Spence, I want to stay home with you and the kids,” you sobbed.

“Love, remember, I asked you last week if you wanted to go back or if you wanted me to find a job instead and do you remember what you said?” Spencer cupped your chin and gently forced you to look up at him.

“I love teaching,” you sniffled.

“I completely understand if you change your mind but I think you should give it at least a day.”

“No, you’re right,” you kissed him before getting up and heading to the bathroom to get ready, “Besides, it’s spring so before you know it, the semester will be over and I’ll have all summer with you and the kids.”

“That’s my girl,” Spencer smiled.

-

“Okay bye, my beautiful babies,” you kissed Ophelia and Ollie’s heads, “Be good for Daddy while Jo and I are gone.”

“I will text you pictures of them every hour on the hour and you can facetime us at lunch if you want,” Spencer assured you, giving you a goodbye kiss.

“Ready, Jo?” you asked, extending your hand for her to grasp on to.

“Yes, Mommy,” she grabbed your hand.

“Have fun at school and work!” Spencer called out, crouching down and moving Ophelia and Ollie’s little arms as if they were waving goodbye.

-

Your day had gone as well as could be expected. You felt like eventually you would be able to adjust back to your regular work schedule. Spencer’s constant texts throughout the day and the multiple framed family photos that he got you for your office desk definitely helped.

You got home, setting your keys and bag down on the counter next to a takeout bag. Of course, Spencer got you takeout from your favorite restaurant on your first day back because he’s just that sweet.

You hadn’t heard any noise from within the house since you got home so you headed out to the back porch.

You saw Spencer in a hammock tied between two trees in the yard, soaking up the sun. Ollie and Ophelia were sprawled across his chest with a protective arm draped over them and Jo was curled up into his side with his other arm wrapped around her.

You quietly walked over and snapped a picture that definitely would be added to your office desk’s collection before laying down on Spencer’s other side.

He awoke from the rustling you made trying to get yourself settled.

“Why are you crying, love? During our last check-in, you seemed fine,” he whispered concernedly.

“Nothing is wrong, my family is just too cute and my husband is too sweet,” you smiled softly, “Now pass me a baby. You can’t hog them all to yourself.”

in case you missed it, i posted a stand-alone smut one-shot of RF titled ‘All Clear’ but it is not necessary to read to continue the plot of the story and it is strictly 18+

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[vemuabhi]

Heyo <33 I was working if you could write for Franky? Prompt #20 from the confession list and preferably a female reader :) thank you!!!

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Pairing : Franky X Reader

Word count : 484

Genre : Fluff!!!

Prompt : “This was not how I wanted you to find out, but I also don’t want to take it back”

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“I like... no I.. Love Y/N. How should I confess? I am being helpless”, Drunk Franky said as he chugged down another glass of beer. Zoro beside him was already half drunk but he could listen to the latter and understand his words. “Dude just confess already. Its high time. You’ve been like this from the past 3 months”, said Marimo as he drank his ‘lost count of’ glass.

It’s no different than any other day. Just two dudes drinking and talking to each other. Sadly... they forgot that this time they brought another friend which happened to be you. Now you were sitting there between the two of them, listening them talk about you. You weren’t so drunk as these two idiots. You knew they would be wasted so you had to drive them back home. Now you were listening to the love confession meant for you, which technically wasn’t said to you.

After that you just dragged them both out of the bar and pushed them in the backseat of your car. Damn they talked a lot and all of a sudden they both fell asleep in the car. The drive to your home was peaceful. It let you think of all the times Franky and you shared. Well you did like him. He was kind, funny, affectionate and very cute at times. He was a responsible person and the way he treats you is like how he treats a queen.

“Huh Y/N?”, Franky’s voice broke your train of thoughts making you to answer him, “Ah so you are awake now. Well it’ll still take about 20 minutes to reach my house”.

“Uh okay”, he said as he gaze shifted to Zoro and slowly his memories came back to him. ‘Shit. So... Y/N heard everything!’, he thought. He sighed with embarrassment because of his actions.

“Um.. did you... did you hear everything?”, he asked making your heart beat faster as you nodded.

“This was not how I wanted you to find out, but I also don’t want to take it back”, he said as he exhaled and looked at you.

“I love you Y/N. Please go out with me”, he said making you gulp. You stopped the car at the side and turned around to look at him. His eyes looked very serious and you could see the nervousness in his eyes. That made you to smile at him. “Okay. I’ll go out with you. How about a date tomorrow?”, you asked making his eyes widen and his heart jump with happiness.

“Thankyou! YOU ARE SUPER!!!”, he shouted with happiness making the drunk marimo wake up. “OYE! KEEP IT DOWN YOU JERK!” Franky continued to have tears of joy as Zoro tried to catch a good sleep and you started to drive. It wasn’t the ideal way of how he wanted to confess but he was glad that it ended pretty well.

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My Main Genshin Impact Team Incorrect Quotes

These are randomly generated

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Xingqiu: Why did you kidnap Bennett !?!?!

Fischl : Ah- um- well- the reason for that is, uhh...

Chongyun: Sometimes, we must work together towards a common goal.

Xingqiu: NOT TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!

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Xingqiu: On the count of three, what’s your favorite cake?

Xingqiu & Bennett : One, two, three-

Xingqiu & Bennett : Chocolate cake, peanutbutter frosting, and chocolate chunks!

Fischl : Our turn, Chongyun! One, two, three-

Fischl : Vanilla!

Chongyun: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?

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Fischl : How late were you up last night?

Chongyun & Xingqiu, in tandem: Me?

Fischl : No, not you two. You stay up late all the time.

Fischl , to Bennett : You.

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Aether: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Xingqiu: ... Your what?

Aether: My friends.

Bennett : Are they saying “friends”?

Fischl : I think they're being sarcastic.

Chongyun: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Aether! All of your friends are in this room.

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*In a horror movie situation*

Fischl : I've got no service in my phone here.

Chongyun: Shoot, my battery just died.

Bennett: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer.

Xingqiu : Guys, my phone is a book.

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Xingqiu: You have friends and I envy that.

Chongyun: You're welcome to share my friends.

Xingqiu: *looks at Bennett and Fischl *

Xingqiu: I don't want those.

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Bennett : Made you all playlists!

Bennett : Fischl , yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Bennett : Chongyun, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Bennett : And Xingqiu has the ABBA Gold album.

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Chongyun: What’s your biggest fear?

Fischl : That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Bennett : Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Xingqiu: Zombies.

Fischl : ...

Bennett : ...

Xingqiu: BUT they can open doors.

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Xingqiu: Those darn tall old people.

Chongyun: Darn em' indeed.

Bennett : Don't worry, they'll be gone soon enough.

Fischl : *sharpening knife* Yes. Dead.

The Squad:

Fischl : Hahaha.

Fischl : ...Is this self-destructive behaviour?

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Fischl : Time for plan G.

Bennett : Don’t you mean plan B?

Fischl : No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Xingqiu: What about plan D?

Fischl : Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Aether : What about plan E?

Fischl : I’m hoping not to use it. Chongyun dies in plan E.

Chongyun: I like plan E.

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Bennett : Xingqiu's refusing to wear their glasses!

Xingqiu: Bennett , look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch.

Xingqiu: *points to Fischl * Fischl .

Xingqiu: *points to Chongyun* Chongyun.

Xingqiu: *points to Aether * Sasquatch.

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Xingqiu : How do you connect with a fictional character?

Chongyun: What?

Aether : What?

Bennett: What?

Fischl : *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

[sif-the-tsunami]

When I Was His Wife

“Well I was looking forward to/ staying here forever/ ‘cause you asked me to/ Didn’t think I could do better/ So I settled down/ in this ten cent town/ it’s about to break me.” These are the Best Years of my Life- Pistol Annies

This is the follow up to “When You Fall Apart” Which is one of my favorites that I’ve written.

(there is Sy just carrying the weight of all of my own internal chaos)

A/N thank you for everyone who encouraged me to write this, I adore Sy as a character. He seemed like someone who could pull off the impossible. I made some choices in here that not everyone will agree with. Tell me I’m wrong in the comments an we can discuss it there.

Pairing: Sy and Josephine

Warnings: again all of them. discussion of infidelity, Discussion of child loss, discussion of unprotected sexual intercourse, headbutting, day drinking, self medicating, therapy, swearing fealty on ones hunting knife, discussion of knife play, I’m probably missing something

 Everything is going below the cut this time to save anyone who doesn’t like this kind of stuff from unpleasantness.

word count just shy of 7.5K

Thank you to @inlovewithhisblueeyes for letting me bounce ideas off of you, love you sweet girl

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I slept for the next two days, Mama only woke me up long enough to drink some water once she started worrying about me. She managed to wrangle my out of my clothes and into one of Daddy’s shirts we got him that she left in the drawer. My phone was dead, but thankfully Mama and I had the same kind so I could charge it today. What fresh hell was going to be waiting for me on my digital leash? I lay there for a while, the murmur of conversation in the other room was comforting. Mama left a fresh glass of water some time recently, it was still chilly with only a little condensation forming around the sides. The ache in my chest was almost unbearable. The hole in my heart was Syverson sized, being sober made the edges of that abyss feel even more raw and pronounced. I don’t know if my liver could handle me drowning my sorrow much more, but I would give anything to not feel it. I need to make this feeling of worthlessness go away.

When I finally decided to rejoin the land of the living, Mama and my brother Teddy were talking at the kitchen table, discussing about if they should come with me to go get my things or if I should call the sheriff’s office to be monitored. I stayed behind the corner long enough to let them finish what they were going on about.

“If I know Jo well enough, she’s going to need someone to keep her from burning the whole house down with him in it tied to a chair,” my brother chuckled. “She’s been taking care of herself for years. You should have seen how she handled one of these girls who came up to us once on Post.

“Jo was loading up the car when this prissy little thing came walking up, she must have thought she was some kind of hot shit. You would have been so proud of her Mama, the girl said to her that she had been sleeping with James during their deployment. All Jo said back to her was ‘You’ve both been back for something like three months, right, have you seen him since?’ Little Miss Hot Shit stuttered and said ‘Well not yet,’ like she had been really holding out that he was going to. ‘He doesn’t have my new phone number.’ Jo just tiled her head to the side. Smiled at her real sweetly and told her, ‘Baby girl, he’s not going to. He knows how to find you. You were just a rental car to him, sweetie bell. Ford Fiestas are fun as hell to ride but let’s be honest, you aren’t going to pick a Fiesta over the Mercedes Benz you have at home. You aren’t the first and you sure as hell won’t be the last, now go on and get out of here before I ruin the rest of your day like you tried to ruin mine.’ One of the other officer’s wives came up to her and said she was amazed that she handled her so well without breaking Miss Prissy Pant’s face. She just said ‘I’m too pretty to go to prison, Kathy.’ And we hoped in the car. You raised one tough lady, Mama.”

“How many times has that happened, Theodore, I need to know.”

“She has only told me about four women meeting her face to face. The two pregnant girls who got knocked up to get out of their deployments, Prissy Pants, and one who thought that James was in love with her. She evidently broke down in tears on the tarmac when Josie jumped into his arms and he swung her around. But she would get letters tucked into the windshield of her car for months whenever he returned from deployment.”

“You two kept this from me for years, why?”

“Jo said that this was her problem, don’t you remember how you handled it when her first boyfriend ran out on her on prom night? She cried to you and Dad, and you just told her that no one is worth weeping over. She’s just been trying to make you proud, Mama. Daddy might have known because I know they had a really nasty fight about a month before he died.”

I walked out after that. Mama’s eyes were red, “Good morning, baby, do you want pancakes? Bacon and eggs? What do you want, Darlin’?”

“Coffee would be a good start.” I rasped. “Can I use your charger?”

“It’s right here. Cream and sugar?”

“Black as my sense of humor, please Mama.” I said, Teddy chuckled again. I reached over and squeezed my brother’s shoulder. “Hey, I’m glad you’re here.”

“I got to look after my little sissy.” He replied using what he called me growing up. “So what are we doing to get over Jimmy?”

“I was thinking tattoos and day drinking?”

“Atta’ girl, Josie. Fuck that douche canoe.”

As soon as my phone was able to turn on, it sat on the counter vibrating for the next five minutes.  Six missed calls from James. And seventy text messages. A few from stores I shop at, but the majority were from my husband.

“Ugh, I just don’t feel like dealing with this right now.” I said as my mom put my coffee in front of me.

“Just leave him on read. I doubt he’s hurting for company.”  Mama said, in almost a snarl. I looked through a few messages. The last one was from this morning. Sweetheart, I’m worried sick about you, I miss you. Please talk to me?

“Ted, do you want to go with me to Walmart so I can get a couple day’s worth of clothes, I am just not ready to go back and I can’t live in Daddy’s old shirts.”

“Of course, we can get some booze while we are there.”

“Get yourself a bathing suit while you are there, honey, its going to be beautiful today and you can go for a swim.” Mama added.

I texted James back finally as I finished my coffee. I’m sorry I worried you, Sy, I have literally been asleep since I got here. I’m not ready.

I understand. I’m sorry, I should have seen how much I’ve been hurting you. I swear to God, I really do love you. Please, let me know what I can do for you.

Yeah, you should have, James. You should have seen how bad you’ve been treating me. You can drop off the face of the earth, that’s what you can do for me, I think spitefully. Thankfully, Mama washed my yoga pants and tank top. It would have to be alright for now. My brother let me wear one of his extra flannel shirts he kept in the back of his car. An hour later, Ted and I were at the store, picking up chips, dip, and cheap champagne. Mama loved mimosas, so I thought it was the least I could do. I grabbed a couple of sun dresses and a bikini, if I was going to be gone for a few days, I was going to come back home looking refreshed, radiant even, and not like the hot pile of garbage I was feeling like. I made a small detour to the cosmetics department, got myself a couple of face masks, hair dye, and sun screen.

“Really? Dark brown, Josie?”

“That’s as close to my natural color as I can, I’m tired of the blonde highlights. I think after this I might just let it come in. Grays and all. Who ever loves me next is going to have to just deal with me as nature intended.”

“I’m proud of you. Do you think you will leave him for good?” He said, Ted has always been very protective of me.

“Well, I certainly can’t leave him for evil, can I?” Making him laugh. One the way outside there was a truck near the front of the store with a sign that read “Puppies for sale.”

“Teddy, we need to see these puppies.” I gasped. Walking up to the truck bed I saw the sweetest little German Shepard puppies. I reached in and they all started flopping all over the place trying to get pets and love. Maybe a puppy was exactly what my hurting heart needed. We haven’t had a dog since Aika passed away. It was looking like I would never have a baby but maybe this was the kind I needed. Puppy snuggles would definitely make that Syverson shaped hole less painful.

“I’ll buy you a puppy if you divorce James.” Ted said to me, half joking.

“Shit, I can afford the puppy, pay for the divorce.” I jest back. “How much for one of the precious babies?”

“$500 a pup, mom has a pedigree, but daddy was the neighbor’s sneaky bastard.” The woman also petting the puppies said. “Mama is in the front if you want to meet her, daddy is very friendly as well.”

I start laughing uncontrollably. With tears in my eyes, I ask if any of the puppies are girls, and she pulls   out a beautiful little one with floppy ears and the biggest smile I had ever seen on a dog. Oh yeah, she was meant for me.

“I’ll take her, do you take checks?” I think I’m ready to start healing.

*****

“Josephine, that son of a bitch you call your husband is here to see you.” Mama shouts from the house. It’s Sunday afternoon now, Teddy and I have exhausted all the snacks and mimosas hours ago and now we were sobering up by the pool. My new baby girl is laying next to my sun chair, chewing on her bone, wearing a pretty pink collar.

“Well, might as well let him out here.” I shout back.

“Are you sure, I can kick his ass to the curb if you want me to, baby.”

“Its okay Mama, I can handle him myself.” Sy walks out in the back yard a couple minutes later. I’m guessing Mama threatened to stick him in a meat grinder.

“I deserved that.” He said, looking thoroughly admonished. “You changed your hair, it looks really good...

“Oh bless your heart, James. That’s not even half of what you deserve.” Ted spoke up before he could finish, not moving his face towards him. He lay there in his swim trunks and dark sunglasses.

“Oh great, all three of you have been drinking. I can tell this is going to go well...” James sighed. “Who is this cutie pie, did your Ma get a new dog?”

“She’s my dog, her name is Stella Rosa.”

“I don’t think anyone asked you to come, Colonel Sanders, what are you doing here?” Ted snapped.

“Hey, I got this, okay? I’m a big girl, please, go in the house. The fuck are you doing here James?” I lift my sun glasses up.

“She’s a very sweet pup. Yeah, you are a good girl for your mama, aren’t you? I came to see you. I want to bring you home, baby, I miss you.” He’s checking out my fresh tan in my new bikini. Subtly, but he does it.

“I’m not ready. I’m not even ready to talk to you. Why would you think that I even want to come home?”

“I don’t know, I asked myself that the entire drive here. I don’t know what I’m even going to do with myself when I go home alone. Pussycat, I can’t begin to think of life without you. I know I fucked up. And I know I can’t take that back. You asked me the other day what I kept that was special just between us. I should have answered you then. All those nights where you fell asleep with your head on my chest, the evenings laying in the back of the truck looking at the stars after driving around trying to find the best nachos in town. And, baby, no matter where we go, yours are always the best. No one else ever got moments like that. You are the only woman I want to slow dance with in the middle of the night.

“You are the only person in the world that I would wait four hours in the freezing cold to get the best brisket in Austin for because you were craving bbq when we were still, you know...” He paused. I don’t think he ever stopped blaming himself for what happened. His knees were never the same after that accident, and usually whenever he stood up from kneeling, they clicked and popped painfully. He leaned a little closer spreading his legs and reached down to pet Stella. She seemed a little leery of him. It is easy to be cynical given the circumstances, but there is something about the way he is talking to me, I haven’t heard him be this earnest in years.

“When was the last time you were with someone other than me?” I can’t bring myself to look at him. I keep my eyes anywhere but on him. My body aches so badly for him to just wrap his arms around me. I miss him.

“When I got held up in Kuwait for two weeks in December...”

“December? You mean when you missed my fucking birthday. Goddammit James...” And the ache is gone. My heart shattered again. He’s going to make me cry again.

“Hey, it was after your birthday, and it was a hate fuck because I was mad that I broke yet another promise to you.”

“That doesn’t make it better.” I snap. “How many that deployment?”

“Just the one. And she’s someone who I knew was more discreet because we had that arrangement before.”

“I swear on my Daddy’s grave that if you are lying to me right now, I will end you Syverson. You couldn’t have waited a few more days?”

“I had no idea when I was going home. We boarded that fucking plane three times and had to turn back because there was a problem with it. I was two seconds away from tearing apart the first Private that so much as looked at me sideways. It felt like, at the time, the less terrible choice.”

“They sound both pretty shitty to me. You are a fucking adult James, you have to be able to control yourself or at least be responsible for your actions. If this is what you think love is, I would rather you hate me.” I stand up. Stella wags her tail excited to get away.

“Josephine, please...” He grasps my wrist, not hard, but there wasn’t anyway I was going to be able to get out of his big hand.

“Please what? Please stay so you can keep treating me like this. There are some people in this world who have no problem playing second or third fiddle, they are just thankful they are in the band. But I deserve to be your first chair, or I don’t want to play at all.”

“Mama wants to know if the jackass is staying for dinner.” Ted shouts at us.

“He going!” “I’m staying!” we yell over each other. He’s not looking at me, he’s not even looking at the pup. His eyes are somewhere else, mentally for a second he is somewhere else also.

“Baby…  I… You have always been my first chair. There is no one else on earth like you. I have never done anything with these women as an act of love. It was always been, and I mean always, just a way to scratch an itch. Every time I was gone, every time things got bad, getting to come home to you was the thing that keep me going, Jo. You have been my safe harbor for the worst parts of my life.”

“James… That doesn’t excuse what you’ve done. You aren’t the man I fell for anymore. This isn’t healthy.” He let go of my wrist, and rubs his face. Those beautiful eyes of his have seen so much. For the first time I think he actually looks… broken. Is this the remorse I have been wanting to see? I try not to keep scores, especially when it comes to my loved ones. But for the first time since things went sour, he looks like I hurt him as much as he has hurt me.

Maybe there was love between us once. However there are just two broken hearts for now.

“Come on in the house, I can at least feed you before I send you back.”

“I think I will just go,” he says it quietly. “I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“Don’t be like that, I am still cooking like I’m making dinner for you, so its way too much for the three of us. Come on in, I made carnitas.”

“I’ll be in, I just need a minute.” He refuses to let me see him cry if he’s not waking up screaming, even after all this time. Whenever we could have a healing moment, he pushes me out. I went inside, and started setting the table.

“Are we poisoning his tacos?” Teddy asked me.

“That’s not the worst idea I’ve heard today.” Mama interjected.

“No, and don’t start anything. He’s eating dinner with us, don’t either of you make him feel bad. I already did that.” Sy walked in at that moment, those blue eyes of his rimmed with red. He looked defeated. The four of us ate our dinner in silence. There was a time where he would have made some kind of comment about eating me out when we had tacos. He looked at me once during the meal, I think he remembered it too. He offered to clear the plates when were all done and sat in uncomfortable silence. The cockiness I had grown accustomed to over the years was gone.

He carried himself like this when we lost our baby, he can’t take that kind of humility. At least not with me.

“Sy...” I waited until the others were out of the room. “Do you still want me to come home with you?”

“Not if it means all we are going to do is get a divorce. I can’t see you every day knowing that I will never get to be yours again. I let them do a lot of terrible things to me over the years, but that… that I can’t handle.” His voice cracked. “If you want out, I will give you everything you ask for. I won’t fight you. But please, give me a chance to fight for you.”

“I don’t think you are exactly in a position to make that that request.” I lean against the counter across the room from him.

“No, I’m not.” he half smirked, “I don’t deserve you.”

“Look, I’m not saying that this can’t still all explode in our faces. But I miss my best friend and that has always been the best part of us. It will never be the same as it was before, it can’t be. However, if you are willing to work with me, I am willing to see if we there is any salvageable. If nothing else, we both need therapy very badly. We can’t just shrug this off. The second that it goes back to where we were, I’m gone.”

“Okay. I’ll do it.” He sniffs hard, and his breath is broken up, tucking his arms against himself. Usually its in authority, this time hes just trying to hug himself. I gesture him to come over and I hug him. He wraps his arms around then envelopes me. Leaning his head on mine, he whispers “I’ll do whatever you want, my darlin.”

I told my mom that I would be going home, she sighed at me. “Do you think this is the best idea?”

“I don’t know, Mama. I think I just want some closure. I told him if he so much as sneezes out of line that I’m gone. Forever. There will be no more chances.”

“Well, baby, I trust you. You are always welcome back here if you need to get away.”

While I’m packing my stuff into the shopping bags I had, I hear a sudden crack and Sy groans then swears. “yeah, I deserved that too.”

“What the fuck did you just do, Theodore?” I yell coming out. Ted was still holding my husband’s hand, and Sy was holding his face. “Did you… just headbutt him?”

“Yes, I did. My sister my might be willing to move past your mistakes, but I’m not. However, I’ve always been the petty one in the family. Hurt her again, they will have to dig your nuts out of your chest cavity, do we understand each other?”

“Yep, perfectly.” Sy grimaced. There were very few men that he would not retaliate against. Teddy, at 6’5, and years of horse wrangling, was one of them. Sy was build like a brick shit house, but so was my big brother. I thought we were old enough to not resort to violence, I have been wrong before.

My probably, potentially, soon to be ex-husband put mine and Stella’s things in the back bench of his truck. I held her in the crook of my arm as I climbed up in the cab. He gently shut the door for me, I noticed his shiner was going to be pretty gnarly in the morning.

He climbed into the other side as I set little Stella down on the floor. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it was a cheap shot, I’ll be fine. At this point, I don’t want to rock the boat with your brother and Ma. She tore me a new asshole before I got outside today.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t changed your mind, say to hell with me and that I’m not worth the hassle.”

“Josephine, I might not have made the appropriate effort to show you how much you mean to me, but you are worth it.” The Syverson shaped hole in my heart roared. Why couldn’t he have been this way all along?

We talked about the girl at the movies, and how she was one of his new officers. She might have come on to him, but he never engaged with her outside of work related things. He told her several times that he wasn’t interested but she was persistent. I halfway apologized for trying to decapitate him with a tequila bottle. He acknowledged that this was a long time coming.  This was the most we had talked about anything deep for months. I don’t know if it was too little and too late though.

The rest of the drive home we made a plan of action. He would move into the office and would stay in there until I invited him back into my bed. We would start couple’s therapy as soon as we could. He would also start seeing a therapist individually. Before we got into town I also told him my final request for our reconciliation. I wanted to see other people. I had been with him since I was nineteen, I have never faltered in my devotion to him. I wanted to see if he was really the one for me.

When I got home, I poured out the rest of my alcohol, save for a bottle of champagne I was saving for our anniversary. He took Stella outside to go potty and came back singing her name “Stella bella, who is a good girl? Your Mama picks good puppies, yes she does. Good girl, Stella bella.”

Stella came prancing back to me with her tail wagging happily. He walked up behind me, and grazes the backs of my arms gently with his knuckles, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Not yet, Sy. I don’t want us to complicate things more than they already are.”

“Josie, what do you mean?”

“I don’t want to have sex with you until we start therapy.”

“So you want us to stop having sex, sleep in separate rooms and at some point you want to start seeing other men.” He starts nodding. He lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes. “Okay, it that’s what you want to do. I was thinking about getting my stuff out of the bedroom so I can try to get some sleep. I love you, Pussycat. I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that, James went to bed. He was snoring on the couch in the office by the time I went to go lay down.      

****

It took us three weeks to get into see a couples therapist. It felt a little validating about my decision that we shouldn’t sleep together until we have really decided to try or not. She had me stay behind and talk with her for another half an hour the first time we met.  She asked me why I wanted to save my marriage with Sy if he’s hurt me for years.

“I don’t rightly know,” I told her. “Maybe its because when we are good we are so damn good. Before we were married, I was warned, I knew that things happened overseas and I shouldn’t take it personally, he’s just a man and not a saint. I never have had a doubt in my mind about if he’s been faithful when he’s been here until recently when a woman he knows started acting weird around me. The love we had was so passionate, like sometimes he thought that if he couldn’t put his hands on me I would disappear. I don’t think I will ever find someone who can love me like that again.”

The therapist suggested that he starts getting treated for PTSD and anger management while we all were working together. I would also have my own separate sessions to work on my own issues. It took a few months but I started seeing small differences in how he was handling things at work that pissed him off. He was able to defuse himself more easily. He became more open with his feelings. I think it helped that we both stopped drinking. We could be a little volatile when we had a pitcher (or three) of margaritas.

There were days with our sessions where we leave emotionally exhausted and not speak to each other the rest of the day, some of them ended in peals of laughter, others where I would cry for most of it. We discussed the infidelity at great lengths. I don’t want to rehash the details but it was definitely one of the bad days. But it seems that the root cause was him using the only the other women for comfort after fairly traumatic events. It’s why it only happened on deployments. He needed to feel something other than pain.

The lack sexual intimacy between the two of us made James start to get creative to initiate closeness between the two of us. He started helping me make dinner on the weekends, or he would bring me my coffee in the morning the way I like it. Mama and Teddy started coming over occasionally for suppers. It was nice to have the house filled with laughter. We started talking again like when we first started dating. He would take the time to go with me grocery shopping.

He started asking me out on dates again. Myself, him and Stella would drive out to the country, with a picnic basket that he would even prepare himself and we would go star gazing like we used to. I loved seeing the effort, but that hole still ached in my chest the whole time. The pieces should have all fit together, but here I was still not sure I could commit to him for the rest of my life.

On one of these dates, he asked me what I thought about him retiring. He had been in for almost nineteen years at this point and had far exceeded is expectations for being in the Army as an officer.

“I kind of just want to sell off all our extra shit and buy a really nice Air-stream. We can pull it with my truck. Just travel up and down the continent, I know you always have wanted to see the Northern Lights, we can just go anywhere. Me, you and Stella would visit where ever we could find a parking spot.”

“That sounds nice, Sy.” It came out a little half hearted.

“You don’t sound convinced, sweetheart.” He said, started sounding concerned.

“Hun, I don’t want to have a fight right now, so please just let me get this off my chest.” I sigh. And then I told him about the pain in my chest that I’ve had since my night in jail. That sometimes, like tonight, it was only a dull ache. That other times the edges are still so sharp that it feels like the pain was going to swallow me whole. He sits up, jaw dropped.

“Why haven’t you told me this before? I… Jo… son of a bitch.” He groans. He lays back down, the same defeated tone came back that I hadn’t heard since Mama’s house. “I’m trying my best, Josephine, but I feel like I have one hand tied behind my back… you will never love me again, will you?  I can grovel, and beg. I don’t know what else I need to do. I know what I want to do, but it will just hurt you more.”

“What do you want to do, Sy?”

“I want to kiss every part of your skin, remind your body that I worship it. I want to pin you to the wall of our hallway and make love to you. I want to go to sleep with my nose buried in in your hair, and wake up sliding inside of you. I have since you came home. Hell, I always want to do that with you. But that can’t be the only thing that keeps us together.” He looked over at Stella sprawl out.

“I didn’t say this to hurt you, hun. I just wanted to be honest with you.”

“I know, I… just don’t want to cause you more misery. I really thought we were, you know, heading back in the right direction.”

“We have been, and honestly, I think if we threw in the towel now, it would cause more harm than good.” I say as the tears well up in my eyes. For the first time since I was taken away, I straddle his hips. He sits up and I place my hands on either side of his face, then lean in to kiss him. He kisses me back with the same hunger. I missed him. The ache dulled a little until he pulled away.

“Let’s get going, Jo, I want you so fucking bad. I want to take you here and now, I want to make you scream my name and damn anyone who catches us. We need to stop this, the agreement was that we wouldn’t. Fuck I’ve missed how you taste.” He said before stealing one more kiss.

*****

The next week was awkward to say the least, the therapist was pleased about the kissing and that I opened up. She said that it was possible that the pain would go away, but that he and I needed to remember that it was like I was grieving. In the mean time, we should continue to take it slowly because we both needed to be sure. The following few days he was distant, and the ache returned in full force.

With his PTSD treatments, he was having less nightmares. It was the best thing I could ask for. There were still times where he would yell in his sleep but they had become farther and farther apart. It was a night after he had his individual treatment, he had come home talking about how he felt the night of my breakdown. He came home and told me a little bit, how he had never seen me so angry before, thrashing about like a caged animal. He hated himself for pushing me there. That night, in the darkness of the small hours, I woke up from being dead asleep hearing him say my name in a panic. He then repeated sounding more and more scared. “Josie, oh my god, Josie, no. I’m sorry Jo, I didn’t mean to. JoJo!”

I rushed into the office, he was jerking violently in his sleep about on the couch. I turned on the light near his head. When these dreams happen, his eyes were usually opened, it creeps my out every time. I start to gently wake him up, saying his name and touching him as gently as possible. It took a few moments but he came back to me.

“Jo, Jesus fuck, you’re alright?”

“Of course I am, sweetheart, what happened? I’m right here, I’m okay, you are okay, everything is okay.”

“I dreamed we were back in the kitchen, you were under me. Screaming and whipping about. I had to restrain you more then I accidentally broke your neck and you died in my arms. It felt real, baby, I was holding your body and then the sheriff came and that’s when you woke me up. Oh my god. I fucking can’t. I can’t anymore. I need you, Josie. If something happens to you, oh fuck.” I have never seen James sob like this. He pawed at me until I was wrapped in his arms. I slipped my arms around his neck and held his head to mine. His sobs were hard. We sat there until he let it all out.

“Come on, big man, let’s get you into bed. Come with me. I’ll stay with you all night.” He nodded at me and followed me to the bed we used to share. I wrapped him up in our fluffy blankets. He snuggled into me and was asleep in moments. I stayed there in his arms until he woke up. The Syverson shaped hole hurt less that night.

When he woke up he started crying again. He held me and started kissing my face. “Thank god. I thought you coming to me last night was another dream.”

“No baby, I’m here.” He sniffed hard and squeezed me closer to him. We went back to sleep for a few more hours and when we got up for the day he moved his things back into our bedroom. We might not have started other marital acts but we both started sleeping better having the other person in bed. It had been almost six months we started trying to reconcile.

*****

It had been an interesting couple of months while we started the transition for him to retire. Soon it was only a matter of days. The dates had continued, the kissing had continued, but something was keeping me back from being able to say that the next step was what I wanted. Therapy continued, and we would be seeing her for the next few months. Before I left my private session she asked me if I had given myself a deadline. She was concerned that I might keep dragging it out and that would just make both of us miserable. I told her I had an idea and that I planned on pulling the trigger soon.

Sy’s superiors were setting up a retirement ceremony for him, followed by a dinner with the upper chain of command. He wasn’t looking forward to it, Sy just wanted to be out and done. He came home one day while I was watching a show based on a book series I had read when we first were married. The redheaded Scot swore fealty to his wife, offering to pierce his own heart with a dagger if he should ever rebel against her again.  

“What’s this you’re watching?” He asked.

“Outlander, it just picked back up again from a season break. It’s pretty damn close to the book.”

“So is this what the ladies like these days, men in kilts offering to off themselves if they fuck up?”

“Women have liked men in kilts since I can remember. Why do you think we go to the Renn Faire every year.” I wink at him. “But yeah, I’m sure that does it for some people.”

“Well shit, Pussycat, it’s the only thing I haven’t done.” Sy walked out of the room and came back with his favorite hunting knife. It had been his dad’s once upon a time. The handle was made out of buck horn. In his warn and dusty uniform, he knelt in front of me on the living room floor. His beautiful blue eyes looking into mine, “Well, this isn’t iron, and it definitely isn’t holy. However, I will swear on it either way. Josephine, you are the only woman I have ever loved, you are my best friend, and I adore you. I will never do anything to make you doubt that love or loyalty again. If I ever do anything that makes you feel like you are less than the beautiful, smart, incredible, sexy creature that you are, you can sink this right in my heart. I will even hold it there for you so all you have to do is press it right in.” He finishes with a tongue click as an exclamation.      

“James, you didn’t need to do this. You know I am weird about grand gestures.”

“No, I think I do. I said my vows to you on our wedding rings and I wasn’t able to keep it. But, I will never break this one. If I can earn your love back, I will never do anything to make you regret giving me this chance to be your man.” He still held the knife against his chest with one hand, and placed my hand over his with the other. “So what do you think, baby girl? We still have a long way to go, but I can’t think of anyone else I would rather struggle with.”

“I think you just put yourself in a position that I could just end you now if I wanted to.” I say with my usual sass.

“Yes, you could. I don’t think you will though.” He said smiling, his voice was husky and deep as usual. I love that easy smile of his.

“Is it wrong that I want to get on your lap and make out with you while I hold this against you.” His eyebrow raised. “Maybe more than just make out with you.”

“Oh, don’t you tease me now, sweet thing. I don’t want to start anything you won’t finish.”

“Who said I won’t finish it, Colonel Syverson?” His eyes grew as big as dinner plates.  

“Wait, do you mean it?” He choked.

“Yeah, I do mean it.” I laughed. Before I could get up, he had hiked the skirt of the dress I was wearing up to my hips, pulling me to the edge of the sofa, revealing that I had skipped a certain garment that day. “I had an idea for after supper, but if you want we can do this now…. Oh fuck I’ve missed this.”

Before I can even finish my sentence, he was going to town with his tongue on his favorite part of my body. He remembered everything that made me squeal in delight. From the lack of sex on both of our ends, he was able to get me off easily. My body was desperate for his touch. He stopped once my body was trembling, kissing one of my thighs from my apex to my knee. He suddenly grunted and bit down on a tender part. He started panting and kissed the spot he bit.

“I’m sorry, sugar, I didn’t want to only last for two or three thrusts. Fuck, I have missed this pretty pussy. You taste so good.” He had a handful of his own cum and looked around for a tissue. Without a word, I grabbed his hand and licked it clean, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. He moaned out and then stood up. He took his shirt off, and lifted me up off the couch. I knew this hurt his back and knees but I wasn’t about to chastise him for wanting to be romantic. He carried me like we were on our honeymoon back to the bedroom. He lay me down as gently as possible then finished stripping himself. I took my dress off leaving myself exposed to him in a way that I haven’t in almost a year. Sy joined me on the bed, open and vulnerable to me. I loved those thick thighs and torso of his, he always eclipsed me.

“Hello ladies, nice to finally see you again.” He purred as he licked and sucked on my nipples. He leaned to one side and massaged my breasts with one of his hands. “Glad to see you that you missed me too.”

Before long, I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. He spread my legs and rubbed himself against my opening. He leaned down and kissed my neck before sliding himself inside of me. I moan his name as he gently started making love to me. Bearing his weight on his elbows, he kissed and nipped at my neck.

Breathlessly, he told me how much he missed my body, how much he loved me, how lucky he was to have me. As his tempo increased, he started to whisper in me ear.

“Josephine, tell me what you are.” I looked at him confused. “You are my wife, I want you to tell me that you are my wife.”

“I’m your wife, James.” I tell him as lovingly as possible.

“Louder, baby.”

“I’m your wife.” I said loud and clearly. The Syverson shaped hole in my chest is gone, finally. Replaced with the warmth of knowing we were going to be able to survive this.

“Even louder, Jo.” I yell it out and he thrusts harder and deeper. “Keep going, beautiful, I want the whole neighborhood to know.”

I screamed it as he started pounding me harder, building his orgasm. As my own starts its crescendo, I screamed his name and arched my back as he pulls my hips down on himself and spilled into me. He lay down beside me, twitching and jerking a little. He kisses all the parts of my skin that is available to his reach.

“I think we should order a pizza for dinner tonight,” He says after a few minutes of catching his breath. “So we can stay in bed and make love again.”

“Or, and hear me out. I put my dress back on, you get dressed and we go out for sushi with your cum dripping down my thighs. What do you think about that?”

“Shit, I missed you being a damn freak like that. Do I we get to have more fun tonight if I say yes?” He chuckles, then kisses my hand, “I still want you to ride me with my knife pointed at me some time tonight.”  

“Aren’t you scared I’m going to cut off a nipple or something.”

“You, with a knife? To be honest, cutting off my nipple is the least of my concerns. How do I know if this just isn’t a whole plan to lure me into complacency with sex and sushi, then you just murder me in my sleep.” He rolled onto his back and whined for a second, but got up. He put on a pair of khaki shorts and a black Metallica t-shirt as I got into my dress again.

“God damn woman, you are so fucking sexy.” He tells me as he opens the door on my side of the truck and leans down to kiss me again. As I climb up he give my butt a little tap just like he used to and closes the door for me. The ache I’ve been feeling these long months has subsided. Sitting across the cab from me, holding my hand, he asks if we want to go look at travel trailers this weekend. For the first time in a while, I feel like everything is going to be alright.