#i'd rather just lay in my bed and rot away

[ghost-living-downhill]

why is looking at pictures of fictional men the only thing that makes me happy these days

[maxislvt]

Teach Me How To Love

Summary: Agatha would love nothing more than to keep you cooped up in her mansion like a pet. Unfortunately, even omegas need to be let out of the house on occasion. Not even she could expect your

Warnings: smut, omegaverse, anal play, blindfolds, alpha!Agatha, public sex, exhibitionism

Author's note: This gotta be the most unethical omegaverse I've ever written in my entire four years of writing fanfiction. I actually heard the gates of heaven close in my dreams.

Growing up on an omega farm prepared you for many things. You learned how to cook, clean, and handle alphas at their lowest. For the longest time, you pride yourself on being the ideal omega. That's all you had. A big number was attached to your name because you knew your place in life. The real world was far different from the little enclosure you'd grown up in. Different in a lot of ways. The real world was big and scary. Alphas with no dignity would do just about anything to get their hands on you. That was a bad difference. 

Agatha was a good difference.

 The real world didn't come with any older omegas or betas to help you get dressed or make dinner for you. The real world gave you Agatha, who paid betas to make you dinner and clean your clothes. Dressing you was a privilege only Agatha got. Helping you get ready for bed was entirely her responsibility. Bathing you, brushing your teeth, and washing your face were her jobs. Then, she would pick out the finest clothes that would keep you comfortable and warm through the night. All you had to do was sit still and look cute. 

Being pampered was amazing, but it made you question your worth. What good was an omega that didn't cook or clean? That was a question you had no answer to and it made you antsy. Agatha had all but banned you from the kitchen and the staff was more than happy to comply. You felt like you were rotting away in the biggest house you'd ever seen. An idle omega was a stressed one, and a stressed omega was unruly. 

Agatha knew that much. She'd rather die than let you have any sort of independence, but a compromise wasn't ever off the table with you. 

"What's the matter, superstar? You're upset." Agatha's thumb ran over the small of your back as she continued studying the documents on her laptop. She watched as you mindlessly nipped and scratched at the pillow beneath you while watching TV. "Come on, tell your alpha what's wrong." A smile spread across her face as you purred and nuzzled her thigh. 

You took a deep breath and inhaled her scent. Affection was a lot better than terrorizing your least favorite pillow. "Mm, I feel useless," You confessed with your face still buried in Agatha's thigh. Even back on the farm, you were never so complacent. Maybe the younger omegas needed help getting ready or older ones needed help with dishes. There was always something to be done. Now you were just stuck laying around all day. "I can't just sit around every day for the rest of my life…I gotta do something." Another long purr came from your throat as Agatha lovingly scratched the top of your head. 

Agatha hummed before she got an idea. "You know, we moved buildings recently and the movers just can't seem to find any of my stuff. I was going to hire someone to redecorate, but I'd love to have your help instead." She squished your cheeks as you perked up. "I don't exactly have a budget or idea in mind, so you can have all the fun you want." 

You were practically vibrating from excitement. "I can do anything I want? Even make my own nest in the corner?" Agatha's nod had you practically screaming with excitement. "It'll be so pretty! I promise you!" You were so enthralled by your new task. You spent the entire weekend putting together Pinterest boards and Amazon lists, totally unaware of Agatha ordering her office to be cleared out for your amusement. 

The following Monday, Agatha woke you up a little earlier than normal to help you get dressed for the day ahead. You certainly didn't approve of her routine, not including breakfast, but Agatha promised to have a big lunch to make up for it later. 

Though Agatha's paperwork had piled high, she found herself adoring the little distractions that came from your presence. Your thoughtful hums and constant shifting of what little furniture she had in her office. She let you have fun until lunchtime rolled around. "Come on, superstar, you gotta get something in that little tummy of yours. I'll order lunch, you take a break."  She patted her lap, signaling for you to sit down between them. 

"Can you order from the fancy sushi place? I like the little green stuff on the side." You wiggled in the space between Agatha's chair and the desk. It was a lot bigger than you imagined it'd be. The smooth glass top gave you a wonderful view of Agatha's face and the panel in front made you feel oddly safe. You were in your own little world. A glass cage for you and no one else. It didn't matter how many alphas or betas walked into Agatha's office, you remained comfortable in your glass prism. It wasn't until a familiar face entered Agatha's office that you perked up. 

Wanda, the woman who initially gifted you to Agatha, had decided to stop by. Crisp black slacks, a partially buttoned red silk shirt, and black high heels to match. She looked professional. Far from the tipsy alpha that had purchased you and had you put in a box as a Christmas present. She smiled and waved at you before looking up to talk to your alpha. Wanda was usually more talkative to you, but someone else made up for her lack of attention. 

Behind Wanda, stood someone a little less professional. The first thing you noticed was the deep red collar wrapped around her neck. Then, you noticed her lack of appropriate clothes.  Her short red hair was a frizzy and uncombed mess, her pajama shorts were a size too small and constantly riding up her thighs, and she had a t-shirt that didn't match and was worn the night before. Sleep had smothered her face, but seemingly disappeared when she made eye contact with you. The smaller woman got down on her knees and crawled right in front of the glass panel. "I didn't know there were other omegas here! Hi, my name's Natasha but you can call me Nat! Can we be friends?" 

Her forwardness had shocked you. You'd never met an omega outside of the farm before, but you were happy. "Hey, I'm Y/N! I would like to be friends!"  You looked up at Agatha and gave her the prettiest pout you could muster, unaware of Natasha doing the same. "Please, I promise to come back for lunch and I won't make a mess!" You purred as Agatha affectionately scratched the back of your head. "Pretty please?"

Agatha sighed and kissed the top of your head. "Fine, but you have 30 minutes and I expect a clean plate after all that running around. Got it?" She slid back her chair and let you run off around the building to explore the building. A content sigh escaped her lips once you left. "Ah, don't give me that look! You gave them to me, what was I supposed to do? Just let them rot in the house all day?"

Wanda chuckled. "No, but it's hard to think that less than a month ago you were shouting at me to take them back and yelling about how unethical it was."  A triumphant hum escaped her lips as she sat down on top of the desk. "You know, my beloved little Natasha could use a role model."

Agatha sighed. Another one of her co-worker's insane ideas that she couldn't say no to. "It better be good or I'm pushing you off my desk." 

Wanda faked offense. "Relax, I'm not saying they have to watch Nat. I'm just saying Nat could use a role model…someone to look up to." She winked at the older woman, hoping she'd catch the hint. 

For a moment, Agatha just stared at Wanda. Then, her brows furrowed in frustration and confusion. She gave herself a few more minutes to think before scuffing and giving up completely. "You and your senseless innuendos, just tell me your stupid little plan!" A frustrated huff escaped her lips. 

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Even after you finished your little decorating spree, Agatha continued bringing you to work with her. It was the fun you needed. Natasha was always there to come up with silly games and drag you to some undiscovered part of the building or Agatha would give you some small task to do as time ticked by. 

Sometimes those tasks were risky, but that was the excitement of it all. If Agatha pulled down her fly and told you to suck, you would simply have to suck. That's what omegas were supposed to do. She'd go on and on about how you weren't supposed to stop even if one of her employees walked in. You shrugged it off as dirty talk, but it got you excited beyond reason. Fortunately for you, Agatha had always finished before anyone walked in. It wasn't until the day you decided to go slower than you realized she wasn't. 

Agatha had a bunch of your hair in a tight grip.  It was the only way she could control your eagerness. She'd push the back of your skull until you had taken the entire length of her cock down your throat. "There we go, superstar. Take your alpha's cock like a good omega." A string of deep moans came from her throat. "Oh, you're so good for me." She was always liberal with her praise. How could she not be when you behaved so well for her? The sounds of you gagging and struggling to swallow her precum made her throb inside you. "You remember the rules, don't stop until I cum, even if someone walks in." 

You nodded as best you could with your mouth full cock. It was impossible to ignore the slick that practically seeped through your underwear. Agatha had offered you her heel to hump again but you were simply too embarrassed to accept it. Instead, you focused on her pleasure, hoping she'd reward you for your diligence. Unfortunately, Agatha had other plans for you. Someone knocked on the door. Before you could pull yourself off of Agatha's cock, her hand pushed you back down her length. 

"Even if someone walks in," Your alpha said through gritted teeth. Agatha kept her hand on your head until she was sure you wouldn't disobey her. "Come in."

"Harkness, Nat wants to see- oh, well isn't this a nice surprise." Wanda chuckled fondly and tugged Natasha forward by her leash. "Well, go on. Say hi to your little buddy." There was a sick pleasure to be found in Natasha's embarrassment. It reminded her of old times. When she and Agatha were younger and could buy a beta prostitute to let out their aggression on. It was more fun with two omegas no one else could touch. "Come on, we don't have all day. Agatha is a busy woman and your friend's busy." 

Natasha nodded obediently and stepped forward. Her nostrils were assaulted by the smell of slick and her own alpha's scent. Her eyes weren't even sure where to look. "I…um." She flinched when Wanda gave her leash another tug. "Hi, buddy," She squeaked with her eyes glued to the floor. "When you're finished…can we play? It's fine if not." The omega nervously played with the hem of her shirt. 

You took a deep breath when Agatha finally pulled your head back to let you speak. Precum and spit dribbled down your chin as you struggled to control your breathing. The fog of submitting had almost completely overtaken your head and you could hardly think. For a moment, you and Natasha locked eyes. Your eyes were cloudy and thoughtless while hers were dark and anxious. "We can…we can play after lunch if that's okay with Maximoff," You said. The second you finished, Agatha pushed your head back down on her cock. 

Wanda clapped, signaling for Natasha to come back to her side. "Well, that's all we came here for. Hope you two have a nice lunch." She extended her hand out for Natasha to hold. "See puppy, I told you! Alphas play with their omegas in the office all the time," She whispered into her omega's ear as they left. 

Agatha was kind enough to let you play after lunch, but she worked you to the bone. If you weren't sucking her off, you were busy humping that damned toy she snuck in without you noticing. You spent hours putting on a show for Agatha and anyone who needed to stop by her office. The attention and praise you once loved had now embarrassed you. You were thankful none of them lingered more than a few minutes. None except for the very last person to visit. 

Monica was always nice to you. If she ever needed to check in, she always had some little toy or a piece of candy for you. She was always quick and efficient, which is why Agatha had always taken a liking to her. That day though, Monica was distracted. Though she never stuttered, her eyes kept drifting down to you in awe. "I hope this isn't too inappropriate, but how did you stretch them out? Darcy and I have been trying for a baby, but she's too tight for me to knot." 

Agatha looked up from the stack of papers on her desk. She affectionately scratched the top of your head. "Well, I honestly had no trouble with them. I wouldn't have a problem teaching you how to stretch out an omega though." A sudden decision, but one she was happy to make. "You know, you weren't the only one to ask me something like that today. Maybe I'll make a company event out of it!" Agatha just continued to dig a deeper grave for your pride. "I mean if you think it's a good idea."

Monica nodded excitedly. "Absolutely! You can't understand how much this means to me!" She leaned over the desk and excitedly shook Agatha's hand. She looked down through the glass desk and knocked on it to get your attention.  "And thank you too for the show!" Without another word, she pulled out a jolly rancher for you and left. 

Agatha pulled back her chair and leaned down to your height and kissed your forehead. "I hope you're ready to put on another show, my little superstar," She cooed before handing you your treat. Agatha watched as the stress and apprehension on your face practically melted as you put the shiny green piece of candy in your mouth. "Awe, is that all it takes for you to give away your body? You're so easy, I didn't know my omega was such a slut."

Though your cunt throbbed at the degradation, you refused to give Agatha another win for the day. You huffed out through your nostrils. "That was your idea! I couldn't even say no if I wanted!" Despite your anger, you leaned into her hand as she cupped your cheek.

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Agatha had given you a break before your little show. That much you were grateful for. What couldn't stand was being dragged around every time she decided there weren't enough toys to showcase. Almost every other day you were dragged to another sex toy and forced to watch as Agatha bought several more toys. She promised some of them were for the house, but that didn't make the process any easier. Especially considering she refused to touch you the entire two weeks leading up to the event.

It almost made you happy to be spread open, blindfolded and tied up for at least a hundred other alphas to see.  

You couldn't tell if it was a blessing or a curse to be blindfolded. There was no way you could commit to it if you could see all the other alphas that were only a few feet away from you, but it made every part of your body so sensitive. You were already soaking wet before the lesson had even started. "Just, don't be mean about this. Please?" You whispered. 

"I will if you behave," She whispered back before giving you one last kiss on the cheek. Agatha turned to look out towards the crowd. A group of alphas, all of the varying experiences and all watching you with bated breath. "Hello, my most prized employees! It has recently been brought to my attention that some of you aren't equipped with the knowledge to properly stretch out your beloved omegas!" She waited for the wave of disappointed whimpers and hums of agreement. "So I thought, what kind of boss would I be if I just let my lovely employees go about like that?"

You tried to distract yourself as Agatha continued to talk to the crowd. It was hard to keep your emotions under control. Even with Agatha gently massaging your thighs. If anything, it just made things worse. All it took was a few minutes for your slick to start leaking out. All you could do was whimper and hope Agatha planned on being gentle. 

"However, as some of you may have seen some weeks ago, my omega has been thoroughly stretched out already. So, we'll have to substitute tonight." Agatha's voice rang out with excitement. She turned to the table behind you and grabbed the roll of purple pleasure tape. Before you had any time to ask questions, Agatha put a wide strip of the tape over your cunt and gave it a firm slap. She chuckled at your surprised yelp and turned away again. "I'll have to be a lot slower but trust the vagina is built to handle a lot more." 

Goosebumps raised over your skin as Agatha walked behind you. You couldn't see her, but you could sense the movements and hear the direction of her voice change. A sharp yelp came from your mouth as Agatha suddenly began groping you. Agatha had already banned you from speaking out loud, so all you could do was whine. She twisted and tugged at your nipples until they pebbled up. 

"Lot of alphas underestimate how important foreplay is. It produces more slick and will make penetration a lot easier," Agatha said as she leaned over to grope your chest.  "Explore your omega’s body, tell them how beautiful they are." She kissed the top of your head and let her hands roam lower on your body. "Oh baby, you look so pretty with your legs spread for me. You're being so good to me." Her kisses trailed down the side of your neck. "I know it's new, but just relax and it'll feel so good." 

You nodded and turned to Agatha for a kiss. The quick peck on the lips you received wasn't what you were hoping for, but it did calm your nerves a bit. One deep breath after the other as Agatha answered questions and prepped the toys behind you. For a while, it worked. You weren't concerned about being penetrated for the first time and let yourself fall into the sea of bliss. It wasn't until you felt some cold, sticky substance spread across your puckered hole that you grew tense again. "Ah!"

Agatha continued to smear lube across your hole until she was satisfied. "Another thing, lube is crucial. Some omegas produce less slick than others and it won't be enough for you to go in comfortably." Your alpha eased one of her fingers inside of you and stopped just as her knuckle hit your rim. "Remember, always go slow. Tearing is a very real possibility and you don't want to risk discomfort." Agatha turned her attention back to you and smiled. "Oh, you're doing wonderful. My little superstar, making me so proud," She whispered before scenting you. "That's it, take a deep breath for me."

You whimpered at the slightest movement. Even though Agatha had stayed perfectly still, you couldn't. Being stretched open hurt, but it felt so good. Your body didn't know what it wanted. "Aggie, help please." A frantic string of whimpers fell from your lips. "I- ah! I can't help it!" 

"I know, baby. I know  Just breathe for me." Agatha used her free hand and pushed down on your abdomen to keep you still. "This is why you must take your time. Move too fast and —" Agatha's explanation was caught off by a loud whine and more frantic whimpering from you. Despite that, she continued to thrust her finger deeper inside. "Omegas can be really sensitive, you have to be careful not to overstimulate them. Even if the results are fun to watch." 

Tears began streaming down your face as Agatha added another finger. She spread them apart in a scissoring motion and continued to drag them in and out. You tried to close your legs, but the pleasure tape wrapped around you kept them spread. "A-alpha please!" No matter how much you begged, Agatha kept thrusting. Your cunt ached and begged to be filled, but received nothing. It clenched around nothing but you still felt an orgasm coming. "Wait, Agatha, I -"

Agatha curled her fingers and gave you one partially hard thrust, but pulled out the second you came. She turned back to you and leaned in. "Just give me a couple more minutes and we can wrap everything up," She whispered whilst massaging your thighs. Her hands worked quickly to clean you up. Careful not to overstimulate you. "Aftercare is always important! It doesn't matter how fast your session may be. Tell them they did a good job and make sure to bathe them, it shows you care." 

Though Agatha continued to answer questions, her attention remained on you. Your brain was too fogged up to hear what they were discussing. The only thing you could focus on was the sound of chairs scooting back and the door constantly being opened. Your muscles didn't truly relax until Agatha took off your blindfold to reveal everyone had left the room. "That was…new," You said through heavy pants. 

The smell of lavender and smoky vanilla filled the air. Agatha began removing the tape. "Oh, my little superstar was such a good little assistant for me." Her lips left soft kisses all over the patches of skin that had been indented by the tape. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. "Was…was the anal okay? We don't have to try again if you weren't into it." 

You could only laugh at your lover's sudden shyness. "Aggie, I came so hard the tape nearly fell off. Of course, I liked it." You kissed the top of her head and pulled Agatha into a hug. "We can do it again tomorrow night if you carry me to the car."

Without another word, Agatha dressed you and carried you out of the building. 

[galaxy-omega]

"would you rather forget your worst memory, or relive your best."

Neither. I don't want to forget. I wished they (the bad memories) all never happened. The bad things in my life would be better off dead. Like a rotting corpse, I still know they existed but by now they are buried too deep in a cemetery far away for me to care. But sometimes I think about them and they remind me of why I am still here, why I still go on. But I wouldn't want to forget. I want to remember why I hate them. The memories of who and why.

And I wouldn't want to relive my best memories. Because I'd rather make new ones than getting stuck in the past. I don't even know what would be my best memories. Getting my hair stroked whilst I lay in bed with my mother. She soothes me to sleep as we watch a movie she's watched 8 times over. Yet still not fully being in the movie as she caresses her loving child and memorizes the shape of her face. Going on a long drive with friends in the middle of the summer, screaming out the window our songs of the summer and basking in the warmth is the summer sun on our faces and the water on our feet as we sit on a dock. The fact that we don't care how badly one another probably smells from hours of running around with no stresses binding our legs to a halt. The feeling I got reading about stories from another life. Fantastic tales of fantasy and action, love and hate, a breath of freshened air or a relatable story. I wouldn't want to relive those as much as I loved them. I'd want a new memory. Something to put all the others in the dust.

At this point my choice for both of those answers stem from the same space. A wish to escape. Escape the life I've been handed like a deck of cards. When it started I'd been handed 52, a number I couldn't even count one of. Yet now as I grow older, I realize that 52 is so small. When did my grandparents turn 52? When will I? Is my own parents that old already? You realize how fast 52 comes and you're left wanting more. A deck of cards doesn't grow with my imagination. Leave. My heart churns for it. Throw my cards to the sky and find new ones as I leave everything behind and take with it only the memories of those I love and the anger and fire that burns for those I hate. Keep with me my lessons I've learned and use them as experience for the moments ahead I'm unsure of. I tire of waking up each day and looking into a dimly lit room. Sometimes surrounded by warmth and others by emptiness and the biting cold. I tire of rising with the sun and begging for one more hour of the night to not feel so fast. To not feel as rushed.

Why can't I take a ticket to anywhere. Get out, leave the people who chain me to the place I am now with expectations, love, bonds, connections. Such beautiful things still hold me down with such a heavy weight. I love them and yet I wreathe in their hold, begging to be free, yet I love the warmth they give. An addicting touch of kindness. I unknowingly crave to find what else might lay out for me ahead. A road with millions of paths, some horrendus and may lead to an untimely end, some fantastic that may reach the highest of stars. I wish I could pop away, go make it big in a world I love to explore and come back for those I love. Treat them with homes and love as they did for me. But I worry that when I turn back their warm holds on me will have turn into bitter cold faces. No warmth will welcome me back. I had left them to escape, and come back because I still care? Who am I to do such a thing. I just wish there was a way to do everything I wanted and more. Why can't I do more?

Why can't my deck be limitless? Why can't I make my own cards? Who says I can't? When can I balance my cards to my life. How can I make a card realistic and what I desire? How do I get the material to make such a card? One that holds the weight of ones I've been handed, passed down, gifted. The sentimental weight of the things around me.

[goblin-named-sam]

I lucid dream fairly often and its not like what most people say it's like (for me at least).

It is never "I'm right now so I can do ANYTHING!" but more like watching a movie. Most of the time I know it's not real but have no control over the events so I just enjoy the ride. I'm very rarely even IN my own dreams. I'm usually watching someone else's point of view, seeing someone else's story. Sometimes it's like a video game where I have more control and can make decisions but still can just decide to fly. More like "I'm gonna not go in the creepy cave thanks. I'd rather have an adventure in this brightly lit direction." and my brain just makes the dream around me.

When I do make an appearance in my dreams it's usually the dreams that I forget that I'm dreaming. The ones that are realistic or extremely vivid, the kinds that hard to wake up from, the kinds that leave you exhausted. Sometimes it's trauma or fears being revisited like being forced to confront my father about my childhood, or my abusive ex knocking on my door, or my boyfriend's abusive ex moving in with us, or the man that tried to groom me cornering me in public. Those usually end with catharsis, yelling and screaming at them, saying all the things I've ever thought but never got to say cuz somewhere in my head I still know it's a dream so they can't hurt me but I'm just too in the moment in my feelings to realize I can just walk away and have a nicer dream without them in it.

Then there are the stress dreams. I'm always running away in an environment that constantly changing and makes no sense and I never know what I'm running from just that I can't stop. Those dreams are the worst cuz there isn't a part of me that isn't terrified. Even if there are moments that I realize I'm dreaming, that doesn't change anything. I am terrified and there's something chasing me and if I don't run I'll die. Dream or no, doesn't matter, I don't want that THING to catch me. So I run. I usually have these dreams when my waking life is too much and these dreams are my brain processing all the stress I can't while awake.

Yeah, my sleep's all fucked up but at least I don't have nightmares hardly at all other than the stress dreams but I don't really count them since they're rare scare in their content. I'm just scared in them. No, when I have what most would call nightmares I'm never scared cuz I know it's not real so I just watch along like a horror movie. Scary things are happening...to someone else...and it's not real so everything's fine.

Though when I do have nightmares...they're bad. Only remember having two nightmares in the last five years and they were both vividly terrifying.

One, my teeth were falling out but not like slipping out while I'm trying to talk where it's embarrassing or frustrating. No, no, they were rotting out of my head, coming out in pieces. I spat a chunk out while eating something and ran to the bathroom to look. I pulled my lips up to see holes, bleeding rotten holes in my gums all the way up to the roots of my teeth. I then proceeded to cry over the bathroom sink while my teeth came out slowly and painfully. There was blood everywhere. I had been worried about my teeth at the time since I was too burnt-out to care for them (my teeth are doing great now btw).

The second one is the same kind of vein but this time it was my arm. I was laying in bed just woken up and I looked down and my left arm was rotting away. I couldn't move it so I lifted it with my other hand and the skin stayed on my pillow. I could see my tendons move as my hand hung limp. I could see bone through rotten holes in my muscle. There was blood all over my white sheets. Then I woke up panicking looking at my arm to make sure it was normal again but I wasn't awake. I remember texting my sister about my dream cuz she was the first person I thought to tell. Then I ACTUALLY woke up. My sister had just recently had surgery on her left side of her neck and chest because she had lost mobility and blood flow to her arm. She had been dealing with this for 8 months before a doctor finally listened to her. Guess my brain was finally ready to process those 8 months of worrying about my sister.

Anyway this went off the rails and I have no idea what I'm even doing here anymore. I started with a point but that has long since been lost and this isn't the fist time this has happened so I think I'll just make it a thing now

Why I’ll never be able to lucid dream  (w/ @dahlialiketheflower)

[idyllicbunny]

Chocolate kisses

[Frank Castle x Female Reader ]

Word count: 3783

Warnings : Oral sex ( Female receiving) praise kink, light sub dom dynamic, light bdsm. Breath play. Unprotected sex. This is a tooth rotting fic so not many warnings there will be seggs, but it's mainly passionate gazing, numerous amounts of kissing, hugging, sharing food

{Minors DNI!}

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You slowly crept onto your bed a warm feeling blanketing you as you watched Frank sleep. It wasn't always such a peaceful site his night terrors sometimes prevented him from sleeping through the night but after countless arguments and intervention from Curtis, he finally decided to see a psychologist. Hence why you're sitting watching him sleep rather than him attacking anything that so much as moves when he sleeps.

You carefully cradle his face tracing along the contours of his face before sliding the pad of your finger down his nose. He stirred for a second before sighing. You leaned down prepping kisses all over his face. Your hands found his hair and slowly tugged. A grin painted your face as a low groan echoed from him.

"Good morning sleepy-head." You whispered continuing to shower him with kisses.

Frank slowly opened his eyes smiling at the sight in front of him.

"Mhm, good mornin indeed" He wrapped his arms around you pulling you down into his chest. You both lay there in a comfortable silence listening to the blaring sounds of the city outside. Frank yawned before checking the clock.

"10:30? Damn a full twelve hours without waking up that's a new record."

"You turned to him with a teasing smile.

"I wonder why."

Frank shook his head your melodious laugh filled his ears.

"Yeah, yeah you n'Curtis can gloat all you want. Say I told you so whatever."

"Darling I'm happy your sleeping I'm just glad you got the help you needed." You replied planting a kiss on his lips before standing up.

"I'm going back in the kitchen I expect you to be sat on the table in no more than ten minutes okay."

"Yes Ma'am" Frank murmured stepping out of the duvet.

Just as you were to step out the door he grabbed your arm pulling you into his embrace. His lips found yours tenderly kissing you. He tapped your legs before grabbing your hips. Hoisting you up he used the wall as support pressing you into him. You pulled away from him resting your nose on his. You both stared at each other neither one was able to tear away. Your little moment was cut short as you heard the oven timer go off.

"I should go check that." Frank nodded carefully putting you down. Just as you went to take a step his arms found yours once more he hugged your back before kissing your neck.

"Thank you"

What I want to say is ‘I love you.’

He placed one last kiss on your neck before letting you go.

You walked into the kitchen your heart pounding. You went over to the oven pulling out the dish before switching it off. Once you had safely put down the steaming dish you grabbed two mugs pouring coffee in one and tea in another.

You glanced over the table once more before taking your phone out and opening the messaging app you clicked the camera icon took the picture and sent it before you even locked it a facetime notification popped up.

"You got room for two more people?"

"You know I'd love to have you over David but I don't think Frank would appreciate seeing you sat on the table.

"Yeah well my face is much better to look at I mean have you seen that absolute unit he calls a nose could probably land a plane on it"

"David!" you scolded watching as he shrugged.

"What I can see you smiling you know I'm right."

"Yeah well I happen to like his nose"

"I wonder why" You flushed as Sarah appeared on the screen raising her eyebrow at you.

David turned to his wife confused before facing the screen again.

"Am I missing something or?" he trailed switching his gaze between you and Sarah.

"It's okay sweetheart I'll show you what I mean later" Sarah grinned pecking his nose. You snorted out laughing clutching your stomach.

"Sarah!! the kids!" you cried.

"Nah it's okay they're with Karen and Madani something about a Valentine's fair so we have the day to ourselves."

Now it was your turn to wiggle your eyebrows back at her.

"Oh shut up like you Frank won't be going at it in like ten minutes." David chimed.

"You goddamn right we will, don't you have a wife why're you bugging mine?" Frank grumbled walking in.

"Damn you eloped and didn't even have your best man I'm wounded"

"Even if we didn't you wouldn't be allowed anywhere near it"

"Why because you're afraid I could make her cum harder-"

Your eyes widened as Frank snatched the phone from you. You watched as Frank smirked at the camera before winking.

"Sarah didn't see you there. Now you, you're like a boil on my ass irritating and won't leave you can say all you want about y/n but you've never actually touched her. Oh by the way Sarah you tell your husband how good I kiss yeah?"

"Frank!" you exclaimed grabbing the phone you turned to the screen shooting an apologetic look which Sarah mirrored while David began ranting trying to take the phone from Sarah's hand.

"Happy Valentine's day Sarah."

"You too enjoy your day!" with that she ended the call.

You turned to Frank who stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You think you're so funny don't you?"

He walked over to you enveloping you into his arms resting his face on the top of your head. He inhaled deeply pecking the top of your head.

"I do indeed." you shook your head pulling back before lightly smacking his chest. You went to smack him again but he caught your arm pulling you into him. He threw you over his shoulder laughing as you yelled in protest. You squirmed in his arms as he took you out your apartment door down the stairs.

"Francis David Castle put me down and where the hell are we going?"

"Mhm baby you tryna turn me on?" He teased slapping your ass completely ignoring your question. You bit your lip as the sting sent a jolt of arousal through you.

"Damnit Frank I've made us breakfast it's probably going to be cold- no fucking way" Your eyes widened as Frank carried you into the garage. you stared in awe as he carefully put you down unable to tear his gaze from you.

You walked over to the object unable to bring yourself to touch it. Your eyes welled with tears you sniffled turning to Frank launching yourself onto him.

"No you didn't Frank how did you pay for this!" you exclaimed.

"Sweetheart ease up do you want me to suffocate before we even can drive it?" You pulled back abruptly a sheepish grin adorned on your face.

"Well, when my girl wants something of course I'm going to get it for her. You've never asked me for anything and when I saw how you were drooling at it at the car meet I thought y'know" he replied scratching the back of his head not making eye contact with you.

"Oh Frank I love it thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Well, why're you just stood there go on get inside it." He winked throwing a pair of keys at you. You caught the keys unlocking the car before carefully sitting inside.

"I'm sat in a fucking Ford Shelby a Ford Shelby" you squealed starting the engine. A low roar echoed in the garage causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

"Fuck!" you whistled revving the engine.

Frank watched as you continued fiddling with the car. Unbeknownst to you he pulled his phone out and began recording. You were so lost that you didn't even realise he made his way to the passenger's side.

You turned to him beaming at him.

"I love you, Frank"

Frank's heart fluttered as you reached over to him connecting your lips. Frank placed his phone down taking your bottom lip between his. He massaged it with his tongue before pecking the sides of your lips.

"I love you too" And he meant it. It was strange he felt like he'd gone ten rounds in a boxing ring his heart was beating so loud his ears were ringing. Three simple words left him like this.

"As much as I love being in this car which we will be christening later on your breakfast is getting cold now come on!" you dashed out of the car before Frank had time to comprehend what you said.

Realisation dawned on him and he leapt out trailing after you.

"I'm going to hold that against you!"

"I don't expect any less!"

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"Looks so good!" Frank hummed as you finished serving his plate. You took a seat next to him giving him a new cup of coffee since the old one went cold. Just as you were about to grab the cutlery he reached tapped his thigh.

"Why you sat over there come sit here."

You shook your head before making your way into his lap.

"I was literally sitting right next to you"

"Still too far away."

You rolled your eyes before stabbing the french toast piece with the fork in your hand before dipping it into some cream.

"Open your mouth." You carefully placed the fork in his mouth watching as his lips enveloped the metal object. He chewed humming in approval.

"Mhm is that cinnamon and vanilla? Tastes so good" You pecked the side of his head before feeding him another piece. You waited patiently as he ate before feeding him a couple more bites.

"As much as I love this I'm not going to let you starve open up" he spoke grabbing a strawberry before dipping it in some chocolate. You opened your mouth moaning as the sweet taste of strawberry erupted on your tongue before the smooth rich chocolate took over.

Frank reached for the french toast you were just feeding him dipping it in some cream and placing it into your mouth. While you chewed you grabbed a strawberry dipping it some chocolate before feeding it to him.

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Frank held his laugh in as you fed him the last piece of french toast.

"You've got something on your face" you poked your tongue out trying to wipe it but failing miserably. Frank trailed his hand to your face tracing the corner of your lips with his thumb before replacing it with his lips he traced the remanence of chocolate with his tongue before gliding it across your top lip. He dipped his finger into the chocolate before swiping some on your lips.

You moaned as he swiped tongue across before sucking it slowly. He repeated the action just as he was about to place his thumb on your lip you took it into your mouth holding eye contact you circled the pad of his thumb before sucking it slowly. Frank's breath became laboured as you took his thumb into your mouth. You continued sucking before releasing it with a pop.

"C'mere," Frank grunts roughly embracing you into a kiss. Your eyes widen as connects your lips. You pull back dazed while. Frank shot you a smile reaching for a raspberry he lifted it towards your lips watching lovingly as your lips enveloped the berry.

You chewed slowly, feeling the arousal pool in your panties as you watched Frank. He shot you a smirk before reaching for an orange slice he brought it to his lips sucking slowly before pulling it away from his mouth. He slid it against your lower lip squeezing. He leaned towards you poking his tongue out and catching the trail of citrus.

Frank reached forward picking a grape he teased it along your lips. "Want you to hold that there for me pretty girl, can you do that?" You nod keeping the grape held in between your lips.

You gasped as you felt a hand trail along your thigh. Frank shushed you continuing up your robe. You bit your lip as his fingers teased the front of your clothed pussy.

"Look at you whining like a needy puppy. All I had to do was touch your cunt and your dripping for me."

Frank rested his head against yours, his lips brushing your ear.

"Such a good girl sitting here all pretty for me. Do you like it when I feed you? You like it when I take care of you?" He connected your lips taking the grape into his mouth pulling back. He chewed it before swallowing. A low whimper passed your lip causing Frank to inhale deeply.

Without saying a word you made your way to the single seat.

Frank cursed as undid your robe red lace clouding his vision. He shifted in his seat as you slowly spread your legs allowing him ample view of your pussy. You pull the band of your panties down. Frank gripped the table as you began circling your clit.

"You're not going to make me do all the work now are you Frank?" you gasped increasing your speed.

Frank didn't need to be told twice he make his way to you dropping to his knees.

"No ma'am" he mumbled before latching his mouth onto your pussy.

His tongue lapped your clit before circling your clit. You threw your head back unable to stop the groans tumbling from your lips. He pushed his middle finger into thrusting before carefully adding another finger.

His tongue licked every inch of you while his fingers expertly thrust into you and all you could do was squirm in pleasure because he knew.

He knew what made you tick.

"Oh, s-shit don't stop! fuck don't stop." You arched off the bed as white-hot pleasure blanketed over you.

"S'good mhm Frank!" Frank grunted at the praise. He pulled his fingers out causing whimper at the loss of contact.

"Don't worry pretty girl 'm gonna make you cum." He spat on your pussy massaging his saliva along your slit before pushing his fingers again. You could've cried in relief when you felt fingers inside you and his mouth back on your clit. Frank massaged his tongue against you before flicking it.

You mewled in pleasure knowing you weren't going to last long. You were grinding against his face you let out a broken moan as his nose brushed against your clit.

"Close so close don't stop Frank!" you breathed clenching your legs.

Frank pushes your legs apart his vacant hand finding your clit. You cry out as he continues his sweet torture his fingers were thrusting at a pace that had you seeing stars.

You stared at him dewy-eyed mesmerised by the focus etched on his face. His head was tilted at an angle so you were able to see his furrowed eyebrows and piercing gaze. Heat crept up your neck as he maintained eye contact. Your mouth formed into an 'o' as your abdomen tightens.

The all too familiar sensation consumes your body.

"Fuck ... Frank!"

You yell collapsing onto your back as black dots cloud your vision. He mumbles something but you were blissfully unaware of anything he was saying. Your ears were ringing as your orgasm took over. Your hands gripped Frank's hair for support as you twitched coming down from your high.

"Goddamn" Frank mumbled staring at the wet patch on the front of his shirt. He teasingly rubbed your clit smirking as your legs convulsed.

"Frank!"

"Come on pretty girl wanna hear those moans." He teased pinching your clit.

"Ahh ooo. Fuck Frank only you can make me feel so good. God, I love when you fuck my pussy with your tongue!" you rasp. Frank grinned planted a kiss on your pussy before taking you into his arms

"Attagirl"

You rested your head on his chest as he carried you into your bedroom he placed you on the bed before unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down. He threw them to a side before climbing onto the bed laying next to you stroking himself. His eyes fluttered shut as he circled his tip before sliding his hand down his length.

"Mhm, you wanna ride my cock sweetheart?" You nodded vigorously climbing onto his lap. You couldn't help running your hands through his hair Frank let out a sigh as you fiddle with his hair.

"Mhm, I love that" he groans dropping his head into your hands. You continue playing with his hair trailing your hands up and down his neck. Out of habit, you tug the hairs at the base of his neck gasping as he moaned thrusting into you.

Your body reacts on its own accord desperately craving friction. You grind against him before kissing him. He moans gripping your hips as you trail your hands over his chest.

Frank shivers as you gently peck the scars littered over his chest. You trace your tongue over his nipple before he grabs your head pulling you in for another kiss.

"Fuck I'm so grateful for you, 'm sorry for all those times I left you ." He says between kisses.

"My love stop thinking about it. We're together now that's all that matters." You bite your lip as he begins kissing up to your neck his hands cupping your breasts. You feel a tremor run down you as he begins tweaking your clothed nipples. Unable to resist you being grinding your pussy into him, as a result, Frank grunts tugging harder.

"Ohh Frank Yesss..." you whimper increasing your pace against his bulge.

"Fuck love wanna see your tits!" He bites his lip before placing his head between them. He pulls the cups down nuzzling himself into you.

"Mhm so fucking pretty ."

You cry out as he begins sucking on your tender skin before grazing his teeth over the wet flesh. He repeats the action multiple times resulting in an array of purple and red spots decorating your neck and chest.

"Who do does this dripping cunt belong to? Who do these gorgeous tits belong to? Hm sweetheart, who does this" he says placing his hand on your heart.

"Belong to?"

"You Frank only you always you!" You whisper as he cups your soaking pussy rubbing his finger along the slit.

"These also belong to me," you say trailing your fingers over his lips

"And this... This right here has always belonged to me" you say placing your hand flat above his left pec.

"Yours only yours!" He grunts. Satisfied with his answer you position yourself over his cock and slowly lower yourself onto him.

"Ugh, Frank don't move just yet!" You rasp.

"Can't help it! You're so wet ah!" He grits balling his fists.

You look down laughing as you see only half of Frank's cock inside of you.

"Fuck move when you're ready love!" Frank pants nuzzling into your neck. You wrap your arms around his head and gently rock cursing as pleasure engulfs your body.

"Mhm fuck me, Frank, please!"

"You sure I don't want to hurt you?"

"I'm sure want you to fill me with your cum!"

Frank felt all the resolve he had to snap within a minute. He holds you still and begins to thrust. You both lay cocooned within each other lost in pleasure. Your hands trailed each other's bodies lips brushing against skin. A light sheen coated you both as you continued pleasuring one another.

Every so often your moans would ring in Frank's ear spurring him to thrust deeper. Frank watched as you stilled.

"Wanna lay down sweetheart?" you nodded biting your lip as he slid out you. Frank lay you on your side before scooping you into him so you were pressed into his back. He teased your clit with his tip before pushing himself into you. He held you before thrusting agonisingly slow. You dug your nails into his thighs as the all too familiar sensation arose in the pit of your stomach.

Frank watched as a blush coated your neck. His hand found your neck clasping it firmly he pecked your ear.

"Hold it for me... that's it I know you're close."

Your mouth was agape as he increased his speed. His grip tightened heightening your need to cum. You whined against him as he released your neck before holding it once more.

"Mhm that's it let go attagirl."

And you did.

You closed your eyes as your orgasm washed over you. Frank circled your clit his thrusting becoming sloppy as his orgasm approached.

"M'so close sweetheart let me pull out." Your eyebrows shot up when he said that.

"You don't want to cum inside me?" He lets out a groan as you begin clenching yourself around him.

"I- ahh fuck baby don't tease me. You're not on birth control shit ... Y/N ohhhh Christ 'm gonna cum if you don't stop"

"I want you to cum inside me, Frank. I want you to fill me up with your cum. I want to feel it drip down my leg. Can you do that for me? Can you give me your cum?" You say fluttering your eyes at him.

Frank felt his heart skip a beat as you finished your sentence. Any man would've come at the drop of a hat with those words.

"You're killing me" he growls kissing you. You pushed Frank backwards before climbing onto him you place your feet flat on the bed so you were squatting on his cock and began bouncing.

"Ah, shit!"

His thrusts progressively got sloppy as did his kiss. "ugh Y/N, .... fuck ...." he grunts collapsing into the bed.

You carefully stand not wanting to get fluids all over your carpet hobble to clean yourself. You stop hearing Frank whistle you follow his eyes to your cunt where a trail of cum was sliding down your leg.

You grin unclenching watching the cum glide down.

"You're fucking dirty Frank Castle" a smirk paints his face immediately

"Please were you not just begging for me too and I quote 'fill you up with my cum so you can feel it drip down your leg?"

"Fuck off Frank!" laughing you wipe your leg before joining him into bed once more. You nuzzle yourself into him grinning as you feel him pressed against you.

"Already?"

"You're begging to be punished aren't you?"

[bobfloydsbabe]

delicate || jake "hangman" seresin x oc

Rating: T+ Warning(s): Language (?), kissing, tooth-rotting fluff Prompt: Hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other's shoulder Requested: Yes, by @theprincesbane / @natrace Word count: 1.1k Summary: Jas and Jake share a tender morning moment

A/N: Thank you so much to Lyra, who requested this from a list of prompts. I hope you like it! Tomorrow I will go back and focus on my beta reading duties, which I completely ignored in favor of finishing and posting this. I'm so sorry, Anna. This is a standalone one-shot set in the Turning Tables universe. Enjoy!

Likes are nice, but comments (and reblogs with tags) are golden.

It was early morning, and the beginning rays of sunlight shone through the whimsy curtains.

Jake had tried to get Jas to stay in bed for just a little longer, not wanting her to leave just yet. She'd agreed but had started fidgeting almost immediately, so he let her get out of bed, only protesting a little. He'd watched her as she put on a t-shirt and ran her hands through her hair, trying to tame it.

It was an entirely new and foreign feeling that had crept up on him slowly, wanting her to stay in his arms just a little longer. Most days, he pushed it down and ignored it, hoping it would somehow go away. It hadn't. Not yet.

He sat on the edge of her bed, listening to the sound of Jas roaming around the kitchen as he pulled on his uniform. Both their tan uniforms were scattered all over the floor from the urgency of the previous night, trying to get it off and get closer to each other's skin. The memory of her moans made a shiver run down his spine. He doubted he would ever get tired of that sound.

Jas had let him stay. Waking up with his arms around her, the smell of her hair in his nostrils felt so natural.

Jake stood, adjusting his belt before deciding to make his side of the bed. Not with as much precision as he was taught in basic, but enough that it looked presentable. After a second, he decided to just make the entire bed, the sight of the crumbled-up sheets on Jas' side making the nerve in his jaw tick.

Task completed, he walked through the house as the floors creaked under his footsteps. It looked different in the morning light, with many of the little things that made it a home appearing. Photographs, plants, books, trinkets. Clutter. It was small and modest, but it felt like Jas. She had such a demanding presence that it made sense that her home was unassuming. He liked that she lived off-base because it gave him a look inside the woman he'd spent so many intimate moments with, and he found the list of things he liked about her growing as time went by.

He rounded the corner to the kitchen, where he found Jas preparing coffee. She only wore an oversized t-shirt and underwear, and her hair was messy and unruly. Jake's eyes traveled the expanse of her body, appreciating every curve and dimple. He smiled when she stood on her toes to reach the top shelf of a wall-mounted cabinet for mugs, and the t-shirt rode up, exposing her–

"Quit staring at my ass, Seresin."

Caught red-handed but with no regrets, Jake crossed the room, stopping behind her and engulfing her in a hug. He leaned his head on her shoulder and kissed her exposed neck. "You have a great ass."

She snorted, but he was almost sure he saw a flush start to form at the base of her neck.

He was surprised by her seemingly good mood. He'd been unfortunate enough to run into her early one morning on base, and when he opened his mouth to greet her, she warned him not to say a word. She'd looked ready to kill anyone in sight, and when he mentioned it in the rec room, Bob had chuckled and told him Jas wasn't a morning person. So, the fact that she didn't seem ready to strangle him right this minute was a little surprising.

"How do you take your coffee?"

"I'd rather take you," he mumbled against her neck as his grip tightened around her waist.

She turned in his arms, the look on her face unreadable. "Don't make me regret letting you sleep over."

He smirked at her and weighed the pros and cons of kissing her. It was a risk. It could send her running, make her push him away, and never speak to him again. It could make the fragile connection they shared break, and he didn't like how much the possibility of that made his stomach churn.

Still, he leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss. She was hesitant at first, barely kissing him back, but it didn't take long before she melted into him. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. The hand he'd rested on her waist traveled down her back until it stopped, just barely touching where he really wanted to.

Jas broke away, shoving his chest gently. She leveled him with a warning stare, and he placed his hand back on her waist.

She smiled and pecked his lips once. "Do you want coffee or not?"

She turned back to the mugs, and Jake tried, he swore he did, not to hug her again, but he couldn't help it. He snuck his arms back around her waist. "Please," he muttered and placed a kiss on her temple.

Jas reached for the pot and poured coffee into both mugs. She put it back and handed him a mug with the Golden Gate Bridge, forcing him to let her go. He didn't like the coldness that followed as her body left his. 

"Milk's in the fridge if you want some, and the sugar's probably in one of the cabinets, too."

He nodded but took a sip of his mug, preferring it black. He hummed at the discovery that the good doctor made a half-decent cup of coffee.

She reached for her own mug and carried it out of the kitchen. Jake followed her to the doorway, only to watch her disappear down the hall to her bedroom. "What are you doing, Doc?"

She turned to look at him, a mischievous grin on her face. "Getting dressed," she told him as she walked the last few steps backward. "And you better be gone by the time I'm done."

He let out a light chuckle when she winked at him as she closed the door to her bedroom.

He finished his coffee and checked his pockets for his wallet and phone before leaving her house. Jake had no idea what Jas would do if he was still there when she walked out of her room, so he left.

An odd ache settled in his chest as he got into his car. He looked up at the small weather-worn house Jas called home, hesitant to leave. She had asked him to, though, so he started his car and drove away with the ghost of her kiss still on his lips.

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[chamomiletealeaf]

HERE IT IS ANON AHHH HOPE YOU SEE THIS

I loved writing this ngl. This turned out to be a full fic rather than a drabble I'm sorry. I got too into it. Hope you still like it anon 😭

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You sat up in your shared bed on a rainy evening with a book. The outside autumn air cooling down the atmosphere around you and the rain making a comforting white noise. You sit there in your crew neck sweater and pajama shorts as you continue to read under the light of your bedside lamp. Occasional gusts of wind causing tree branches to lightly tap against the window to your left where you avert your attention to whenever the noise causes enough disruption to distract you. But this time, something else other than the tapping of the branches on the window caught your attention.

knock knock

"Come in." You say, lifting your gaze from the book and towards the door.

Your boyfriend Simon comes in the room with a cup of tea in your favorite mug and smiles at you, seeing how pretty you look in the dim light of the room.

"Hey lovie, thought I'd bring you something warm. It's pretty cold out hm?" Simon says as he approaches your side of the bed, placing the mug on the bedside table and then kissing your forehead before climbing onto the bed beside you.

"Thanks honey." You say with a smile, lowering your book into your lap and turning to kiss his lips. You always loved calling Simon "honey", because it was the color of his eyes. Golden pools of pure sweetness that could infiltrate the most bitter heart and rot it to its core with its saccharine amenity. Simon was a tough man, no doubt. Being in the military, he had to be stoic and cold. It's the only way to survive. But his eyes showed that behind "Ghost", Simon was always there. And he was quite contrary to "Ghost"; a secret that only you had the pleasure of being let in on.

"You look so pretty sweetheart." He says as he kisses you again, bringing his hand up to your cheek, kissing you again and again.

"Mmm ok, ok, thank you. My tea's gonna get cold." You say with a giggle, pushing him away a little bit, but he just leans in closer and you lift your hands to hold his face in front of yours. "You look pretty too." You smile

Simon then takes your book out of your lap and places it on the other side of the bed by his feet as he grins and pulls your legs open a bit to make room for himself to lay between them. But as he tries to open your legs, you close them back up, pressing your thighs together, and your smile fades.

Simon looks at you in concern with his sweet honey eyes.

"What's wrong lovie?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"I- I'm wearing shorts." You say, looking away from him and towards the window that the tree branch continues to occasionally lightly knock against.

Simon's confusion only gets more intense as he tilts his head to the side a bit, still looking at you looking away from him.

"Ok? Shorts that look really good on you. What's wrong with them?"

You keep your gaze on the window and you bite your lip in discomfort as you go to pull the legs of your shorts down a little bit to cover more of your thighs.

Simon glances at your hands pulling the fabric down to conceal your legs and then back at you.

"I- my thighs." You mumble.

Simon places a hand on your chin and gently turns your head towards him.

"What's that love? What's the matter? Why you hiding?" Simon asks. Brows still furrowed as his worry slowly turning into a bit of a panic.

"I don't want you to see my thighs." You finally say, a little bit louder this time for Simon to hear.

Simon then unfurrows his brows and raises them instead.

"What? Why? Your thighs are perfect darling." He goes to squeeze one of them and you just cross your legs tighter.

"I don't know. I just, I don't want you to see how dark the inside of my thighs are compared to the outside of them. And it doesn't even stop there. It goes up even to-" You start to tear up and you drop your head as you explain to Simon why you're shying away from him.

"Sweetheart." Simon says a bit breathlessly, pained that you feel so insecure about yourself when to him, you're the most perfect thing to ever grace the Earth.

"Sweetheart look at me." Simon lifts your chin again, and wipes the tears that just barely fall.

"I don't fucking care about your hyperpigmentation. Wherever it is. You are so flawless and beautiful and I love every. single. part of you." Simon says, punctuating the last few words with a kisses on your forehead, cheek, and lips.

He places his forehead against yours. "Let me show you how much I love you darling. How much I love these thighs hm?" He goes to squeeze your thigh again, and this time you let him.

You think for a second as Simon massages your thigh. After a few seconds you nod, and he moves to start kissing you across your jawline, down your neck, your chest, stomach, all the way down to your thighs where he moves between. He looks up at you as he pauses and holds eye contact as he opens your legs and places a slow, wet kiss to the darkest spot of your inner thigh.

You whimper and bite your lip and he continues to kiss all over your inner thigh. You throw your head back and you feel him switch to the other thigh, opening your legs wider for him.

"So fucking perfect." Simon mumbles, almost to himself as he gets lost in the softness of your thighs.

You start to involuntarily rock your hips into him a bit. Head still tipped back and eyes closed.

Simon looks up at you and smirks to himself before flattening his tongue against your clothed center, causing you to gasp as you snap your eyes open and look back down at him, mouth agape due to the sudden shock of the new sensation.

Simon laughs as he looks up at you from between your thighs. You take a mental screenshot of the sight, noting how good he looks from this angle with your thighs around his head.

He places his tongue back where it was as he slumps into you, pulling you closer to his face and pulling your thighs tighter around his head. You moan as he licks you through your shorts and panties and he shakes his head a bit, pushing himself into you even more.

You whine and he pulls away, admiring the wet spot created by both your wetness and his tongue. He brings one hand up to pull both the fabric of your shorts and panties to the side and he starts to gently lick your clit.

You remember how you even got into this situation in the first place, feeling embarrassed of your hyperpigmentation all over again and you lean back, throwing an arm over your eyes to conceal yourself.

"God, such a pretty pussy." Simon says as he sucks and licks on your clit, eyes rolling back and closing as he shakes his head again, blissed out in his own personal heaven. "Have no idea how you could think you're anything less than flawless." He says as he slips a finger into you, curling it up, making you squeal as you curl your toes, forgetting about your self consciousness.

"Yeah there you go, let yourself go baby, just relax." He says as he continues to eat you out, adding another thick finger.

"Simon fuck." You say. Eyes crossing and mouth falling open.

"Tell me you're perfect lovie. Go on say it. You don't get to cum unless you know how perfect you are." Simon says and he starts to curl and thrust his middle and ring finger faster into you as he laps at your clit.

"Mmm fuck I- I'm perfect. ah- fuck Simon." You say as you arch your back, orgasm starting to build and you feel heat form in your lower stomach.

"Sit up. Look at me and tell me again." He says.

You sit up, hands placed behind you supporting you as you look down at the man squeezing and tugging at your thighs as he eats you out making sure you know how loved you are.

"C'mon, tell me how pretty you are gorgeous hm? Say you're so pretty."

"I- mmph- I'm so pretty." You whimper out.

"Yeah there you go bunny, just like that. Is tongue fucking you what I gotta do to knock some sense into that pretty head of yours hm? You believe how perfect and beautiful you are now?" Simon says, feeling you get closer and closer to your high.

"Mm yeah. yeahyeahyeah. Believe you now." You say between pants.

"Then cum for me bunny. Show me just how much you believe me."

You bring one hand from behind you and place it in Simon's hair, gripping and holding him against your pussy. Your mouth falls open and your brows furrow as your eyes roll back while you cum, suffocating your boyfriend with how hard you're now clenching your thighs.

You hear him moan into you, the vibrations adding to your orgasm and overstimulating you. You feel your pussy pulsate and he feels it too around his fingers, causing him to moan again.

You pant as you come down from your orgasm and you lie down on your back fully. Simon pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean before climbing up your body to kiss you.

"I love you so much lovie." Simon says as he shakes his head and brushes your hair out of your face.

"I love you too Simon." You say back to him. Both of you lost in each other.

"Don't ever want you to think badly about yourself ever." He says.

"I know. Thank you honey." You respond

Simon smiles at you

"I think my tea is probably cold now." You say with a smile and Simon laughs, his honey brown eyes squinting as he does so, and you feel your body flood with a different kind of warmth this time.

"Yeah probably."

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Chapter One: Lonely Together

Jack Kline x OC

Rated: PG

~I might hate myself tomorrow

But I'm on my way tonight

Let's be lonely together

A little less lonely together~

Sent: 10:52 PM

Merry Christmas, stranger. I hope yours is as bright as new fallen snow. Stay warm.

I smiled down at my phone before clicking it off and slipping it into my pocket. I didn't know who I had sent the message to. It was just a number I had punched in at random. I didn't expect anyone to reply.

Wrapping my dark green cardigan tighter around my body, I pulled my knees in closer to my chest and pressed myself closer against the wall of the bakery. The wall was only slightly warmer than the frigid air around me. It was December 2nd and icy gales were blowing in from Lake Superior and stinging the skin of the city's occupants.

The sky hung dark, low, and flat over Copper Harbor, Michigan. Copper Harbor was an itty-bitty town at the northern most tip of the northernmost part of Michigan. You know that piece of land that's only connected to the mainland by a highway, that in-between place that really should be Canada, but isn't? That's where Copper Harbor is and that's where I was.

Copper Harbor was the sort of town where newcomers and visitors are as common as flying pigs and are treated with about as much scrutiny. It's not one of those small, friendly towns just off the highway; the ones that are pleasant to find yourself in if you've taken a wrong turn. It's quite the feat to get lost and turn up in Copper Harbor, considering its miles away from anything and everything remotely interesting, unless you're searching for Bigfoot or a drunk Canadian that took a wrong turn. Though those two things might just end up being one and the same. No, nobody came to Copper Harbor unless they had a reason. That's just the sort of place it was. And aside from the mind-numbing cold, it was exactly the sort of place I wanted to be.

The clouds were so heavy with the snow that now drifted down, dusting everything in a layer of fine white powder, it seemed that someone standing on even the lowest rooftop could reach up and touch them. The snowflakes raining down from those clouds gave the appearance of tiny shooting stars. Many would have found the sight beautiful. I didn't. I just found it cold and somewhat depressing. Some people say that shooting stars are angels, falling to the earth to bless the lives of people in need. I've never liked those sorts of stories. The stars belong in the heavens. The dust belongs on the earth. Collecting in puddles, the sparkling, sugar-like ice crystals did nothing to ease the bitter cold. I shivered and coughed, my breath fogging in front of me.

I should have frozen to death hours ago.

But I can't die. At least, not that way.

Suffering, on the other hand, I can do that to no end.

I put my head between my knees, hoping to retain what little heat my walking corpse had to offer. I struggled to remain conscious. The story of the little-match-girl was playing in my head. I'd never liked that story's ending. Hallucinations really weren't my thing, especially hallucinations about things I tried not to think about, the things I tried to burry in the farthest corners of my mind. I had to distract myself, to think about anything that would keep me awake. The problem was, there was nothing to distract me.

Pling!

My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text. I grasped it quickly, greedy for a distraction, but I paused upon seeing the number displayed upon the screen. It was that number I had texted the Merry Christmas message to. Whoever it was had texted me back. I unlocked my phone and peered at the mystery person's message.

Received: 11:18 PM

Merry Christmas to you as well!

The message read. I smiled a little, surprised that anyone would care to return my quiet Christmas wish. The screen of my phone lit up with another message.

Received: 11:19 PM

Who are you?

The question was a simple one. Though tone can often be difficult to infer over written text, the question seemed to bear no hostility, only innocent curiosity. I thought for a bit about what to say, the answer was not as simple as the question had implied.

***

Located quite literally one thousand miles away from Copper Harbor, was the small, out-of-the-way town of Lebanon, Kansas. Now, in the outskirts Lebanon there was a hill. The hill was modestly sized and carpeted with thick grass painted with a layer of frost. Although it was a rather pleasant sight for some stray hiker to find, the hill was really quite unremarkable. That is, if you ignored the hulking steel door built into the side of it that looked like the entrance to a post-apocalyptic hobbit hole. See, built under that hill there was a bunker. It looked like any ordinary bunker if one can ever describe a bunker as ordinary. But inside this ordinary looking bunker, sat something rather extraordinary and his name was Jack.

Jack Kline was quite happy where he was. Sitting with his legs crossed on a chair beside the bunker's fireplace, Jack held Sam's beloved lap-top between his knees. Sam let him borrow it on the nights he couldn't sleep. Those nights were many. Sleepless nights were one of the many side effects of being half-angel, but he didn't really mind. Jack wasn't overly fond of sleep, not like Sam or Dean who adored the few hours they got. Jack would much rather be awake because if he was asleep then he couldn't observe. He liked to observe. He loved learning. He loved taking in anything and everything going on around him, soaking it all up like a sponge with legs. He especially loved to soak up a story. Epic ones with heroes that defeat powerful villains. Jack loved stories.

So, no; Jack Kline was not overly fond of sleep. No, Jack preferred to just sit quietly and watch those epic stories as they played out in front of him on the screen of Sam's lap-top.

Currently, he was watching Star Wars: The Clone Wars. The computer had said he would like it, and the computer had been right. He had just finished season 2 and had begun on season 3. Some small voice in the back of his mind told him he should slow down and draw the series out a little longer, but Jack just couldn't find the will to do so. This story was just too good to stop. Jack shoved a hand full of popcorn in his mouth as he pressed the play button on the next episode. He had managed to sneak several bags of popcorn from the kitchen and into the secret stash in his room a few nights earlier. It was perfect, except popcorn needed to be popped and popping the kernels without attracting notice was a bit of a challenge. But he found that if he popped them during the day, when everyone was clamoring about and busy with whatever, the noise from the popping kernels wouldn't peak any suspicion. The only downside to his strategy was that it left him with cold popcorn. Though this too could be remedied via his angel powers, if he was careful about it, he could warm up the popcorn undetected.

Now, don't get the impression that Jack was being starved, or held in this bunker against his will, or something awful like that. As was mentioned before, Jack was very happy there. The Winchesters, Sam and Dean, and the angel Castiel, lived there with him and took care of him. They were his family and Jack loved them. The only reason he had a secret stash at all was because Sam was the only one in the bunker who cared about the importance of having a somewhat healthy diet. Whereas Dean let the boy eat pretty much anything he wanted and Cas- well in Cas's mind food was food and that's all there was to it. But Sam didn't like it when he caught Jack eating what he referred to as 'junk food'.

Somehow, Sam always caught him.

"That stuff’ll rot your teeth, Jack!" He'd sigh, as he'd flip on the kitchen light and catch Jack eating cereal sometime around midnight. Then he'd look at Jack with a disappointed look on his face until Jack threw the cereal away and went back to bed. Jack hated it when Sam looked at him like that, he just couldn't bear to let the Winchesters down.

But Jack loved to eat. Eating was enjoyable as it brought with it something new every time. Yet more things to absorb and to experience. Although the younger Winchester disapproved of the more sugary foods; Jack liked those a whole lot more than the salads Sam tried to get him to eat. Jack didn't like the salads or 'Rabbit Food' as Dean called it. No, Jack liked popcorn a quite a bit more.

He smiled as he brought another handful into his mouth. Yes, Jack Kline quite enjoyed eating.

Plip! Ploop!

Jack's head swiveled away from the screen to stare at the phone laying face-up on the arm rest of the chair in which he sat. The screen was alight with a text message. He picked up the phone and unlocked it. The message read:

Received: 10:52 PM

Merry Christmas, stranger. I hope yours is as bright as new fallen snow. Stay warm.

That was all. Jack was quite confused; he didn't know that number. Who had sent the text? What should he do? Should he say something back?

Curiosity and caution struggled in a match tug-of-war in his head. He wanted to know who the message had come from. He wanted to know why that person had sent it. He also wanted to know why he had a strange feeling that whoever had sent the message was horribly sad. But would the Winchesters be mad at him if he answered? Sam and Dean had given him the phone just a few days earlier.

"For emergencies," Sam had said as he laid the device in Jack's hand before resuming his packing. Jack had stared at it, rather confused as to its purpose. Castiel had been off somewhere doing something and Sam and Dean had been leaving for a hunt, leaving him alone which Dean was completely and utterly against.

"Only for emergencies," Dean had stressed, jabbing his finger in Jack's general direction as he inspected various articles of clothing before tossing them into a duffle bag. "That means don't text or call unless someone is breaking in or you're dying!"

Sam shot his older brother a warning look. Dean ignored it and pulled a pair of socks out of his dresser, sniffing them briefly before making a face and chucking them to the other side of the room. Jack looked back down at the small black rectangle in his palm.

"Okay so, only text or call in case there's an emergency. Got it." Jack clinched the thin black box between his thumb and forefinger, carefully lifting it up as if it might explode in his face. "But, one question, if something happens like-like you said, like somebody breaking in or me dying, how-how would I do that?" He asked, looking back at the two brothers. They both froze their hasty packing and pivoted to stare at him, their eyebrows raised with disbelieving question.

"What?" Dean asked the young Nephilim. Jack shrank away a little, not wanting to upset the older Winchester.

"How do I text or call you? I don't know how to do that," Jack had timidly replied. Dean just shook his head and returned to over-stuffing the duffle. Sam, however, was much more understanding.

"That's right, you-you don't, do you?" Sam asked, realizing his mistake. Jack turned his attention to the younger of the brothers, shaking his head in an answer to Sam's question.

"Unbelievable," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. Sam shot him another glare which Dean merely shrugged off.

"Well, come on then, I'll teach you," Sam had said. Jack watched as Sam set the contacts and explained how everything worked. He showed Jack how to send a text, how to dial and answer a call, and all the other things Jack would need to know. Jack just watched him and took note of every little thing. Watching and replicating was how Jack learned best.

"Now, if I don't answer my phone, you call Dean. But if he doesn't pick up, I want you to call me again, if I still don't answer a second time, I want you to call this number right here. That's Jody Mills, she's a friend of ours and she'll help you, alright? You get all that?" Sam finished explaining and looked for Jack to confirm his understanding. Jack nodded.

"I got it!" He said, enthusiastically. Sam gave the young boy a nervous smile.

"You do? Can you repeat it back to me?" Sam asked Jack the question the same way Sam and Dean's father had always asked them.

"If something happens, call you, and if you don't answer, call Dean. If Dean doesn't answer then I call you again, but if you still don't pick up, then call Jody Mills." Jack repeated all of Sam's instructions perfectly, grinning proudly at the younger Winchester when he finished. Sam laughed a little, but nerves twinged his voice.

"Good, yeah. Okay," Sam paused, thinking things over, "You know what, Jack? If neither of us answer your call and it's really that urgent, don't bother calling me a second time. Just call Jody right away if you can't get through to either of us. Alright?"

"Alright!" Jack nodded, grinning. Sam nodded back, stiffly.

"Alright." He seemed like he wanted to say something else but didn't know how to say it.

"You two done in there, Sammy?! We gotta go!" Dean called, walking in from another room. Sam stood and looked at his brother.

"Uh, yeah. I think we're good," He took a few steps towards the stairs that lead up to the door before pausing and turning back to Jack, "We're good, right? You're gonna be okay here by yourself?" Sam asked again. Jack grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'll be fine. You don't have to worry."

Sam nodded and smiled with so much nervousness it almost hurt to watch.

"Okay, good. It's good. We're good," He said, nodding and trying to reassure himself more than anyone else. Dean raised an eyebrow at his overly anxious little brother, tugging his old leather jacket on over his shoulders, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he directed his remarks at Jack.

"Hey, kid. Whatever you do, don't do anything stupid," He'd said, half glaring, "We'll be back in a few days." Then they'd left.

Now, Jack glanced back down at the phone in his hands, remembering Dean's warning about not doing anything stupid. But his curiosity regarding the sender of the message was overwhelming. It couldn't hurt to text this person back, right? Was that what Dean had meant by his warning? Did this count as something stupid? What was the worst that could happen? Deciding that the benefits outweighed the risks, he texted back.

Sent: 10:18 PM

Merry Christmas to you as well!

Jack wrote.

Sent: 10:19 PM

Who are you?

No sooner had asked his question, he began to worry that he might have sounded rude. He waited with anticipation for the mystery person to reply. He didn't have to wait long.

Received: 10:20 PM

It doesn't matter, you don't know me.

I'm just someone wanting to give you a warm holiday wish.

Jack frowned. Again, he got the distinct feeling that the person on the other side of this conversation was deeply saddened by something. He desperately wanted to know what. So, he did the thing he did best. He asked and waited to see what would happen.

***

Received: 11:21 PM

If you don't know me, why do you care?

I don't mean to be rude. I'm just curious.

Why do this?

I read the person's question once, then twice, then three times and I realized that I didn't have an answer. Why did I care? Why was I texting some random person a Christmas wish? For all I knew, this person may not even observe the holiday. I had so many of my own things to worry about I was nearly drowning in them. I didn't know this person. I had nothing to do with them. So, why did I care about their holiday season? Why was I doing this?

I told myself it was just a random act of kindness. But deep down I knew what the reason was, and even if I didn't want to think about it, I felt it in my heart. I was doing this for the same reason I did everything. So, I took a few moments and came up with a reply.

Sent: 11:25 PM

I'm doing this because I believe that no one should ever have to be alone,

especially during the holidays.

I sent my reply and remembered to keep on shivering. I could hardly feel the cold anymore, I had gone almost completely numb. But I knew if I didn't keep moving, I would surely freeze in place and be unable to move until spring came. I vaguely wondered how cold it was. I remembered having heard on someone's car radio that this was supposed to be the coldest winter Michigan had experienced in the last decade. Though winter had only just begun, it was already cold enough for the district council to be suggesting face coverings to prevent citizens from getting frostbite and losing their nose.

I sneezed. I had no such face covering. Hell! I didn't even have a jacket! Let alone a coat or anything mildly warm. All I had was my oversized green cardigan, my black Star Wars t-shirt and my black jeans. That was it. Yet here I sat, outside a bakery in well below freezing temperatures, shivering myself into next decade.

I could go to a shelter. At least there I wouldn't have to endure the bitter biting of the wind as it gushed with double its normal force through these tight, abandoned alleyways. But if I went to a shelter then there was no chance of leaving undetected, I reminded myself. No, it was better to stay here, cold and alone, than to risk human contact.

I was pulled from my thoughts by another pling from my phone. Another message from that unknown contact.

Received: 11: 27

Are you alone?

Again, the question was simple. And although the mere thought hurt like a knife twisting in a fresh wound, I looked around at the dark, trash littered alleyway I sat in, watching the scattered rags of paper flutter and tumble in the winter gales, and I looked at the brutally beautiful puddles of speckled ice gathering along my body and melting on my skin, and I examined the bleak night sky, choked starless by the drifting dreary clouds; and the utterly silent stillness of the sleeping city revealed the harsh reality of my answer.

No one was here.

Nobody cared.

Not even the stars would keep me company. Because the stars never cared who I was.

So, with no reason to keep the truth hidden. I answered the question honestly.

Sent: 11: 29 PM

Yes.

Sent: 11: 30 PM

I am alone.

I was completely and utterly alone.

***

Received: 10: 30 PM

I am alone.

Once again Jack got the distinct impression that these words carried a heavy burden. It made him frown. What could he do to help a person he didn't even know? He wanted to ask this person if they had any friends, but something about those words told him the answer. When this person had said they were alone, Jack got the feeling they weren't just talking about the current moment. But maybe that's what this person needed. Maybe they needed a friend.

Sent: 10: 32 PM

Well, I'll be your friend and talk to you. There, now you're not alone anymore!

Jack smiled as he sent the text. The reply didn't take long.

Received: 10: 33 PM

Thank you.

You don't have waste your time on me but thank you.

It didn't take any special powers to read in between the lines this time, anyone could see the sadness in those words. Though Jack wasn't sure if it was his powers causing that strange feeling or if he was just imagining things.

Sent: 10:34 PM

I don't mind. Really!

Besides, I don't have anyone to talk to either.

Received: 10: 35 PM

Well, in that case, we can be lonely together!

Jack grinned. He'd made himself a friend. He couldn't wait to get to know them.

***

Received: 11: 36 PM

Since we're friends now, what's your name?

I smiled down at my new mystery friend's message. There was something about the words that made them seem innocent and earnest. It couldn't hurt to give my name, right? It’s not like he could find me. After all, I'm supposed to be dead.

Sent: 11: 37 PM

My name is Martina.

I sent my name and waited for the response. It came quickly.

Received: 11: 38 PM

I like your name Martina!

It's very pretty.

I flinched as I read the text. Something about seeing my name written in the text brought me back to a conversation with a different person a long time ago. It was a painful memory, and I didn't want to see it anymore. I didn't want another reminder of the still bleeding wounds in my heart. I remembered why I didn't let anyone call me that name anymore.

Sent: 11: 39 PM

Thank you.

But I would prefer you call me Marty.

I didn't want to be so sensitive to things like this, but I just couldn't help it.

Received: 11: 40 PM

Alright! I like Marty too.

It's a fun name.

I smiled; grateful they didn't ask why it was so important that they called me by a nickname.

Sent: 11: 41 PM

Thanks for understanding.

So, what's your name?

Received: 11: 42 PM

My name is Jack!

I grinned to myself. I'd made me a friend. I just couldn't wait to get to know him.

Sent: 11: 43 PM

Heya, Jack!

It’s nice to meet you!

I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Received: 11: 44 PM

I agree, Marty. We are going to be great friends!

Sent: 11: 45 PM

So, what's your favorite movie?

And just like that, we talked until the sun came up. And suddenly, for the first time in quite a while, I wasn't completely alone.

***

"Hey, uh, Jack? We're back!"

Sam's voice drifted in from just outside Jack's bedroom door. Jack was surprised. He hadn't heard the brothers come in which, for him, was quite peculiar.

The door creaked open and Jack hastily attempted to pretend like he hadn't been using the phone.

He failed.

Miserably.

The device slipped from his hand and he fumbled to catch it before it smashed against the grey, polished concrete floor. He let out a sigh of relief as he snatched it just in time.

Sam peered around the door, checking in on Jack, who was now hanging halfway off his bed and clutching the phone. Scrambling to sit upright, Jack gave Sam a half-panicked smile.

"Hi Sam!" He waved a greeting, shoving his phone behind his back. Sam raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. He folded his arms and leaned back on his heels.

"Hey Jack," Sam seemed a little distracted, "Have you seen Cas?" He asked. Jack shook his head vigorously.

"He's not back yet," He answered. Sam nodded and started to leave before stopping and turning back. Only now seeming to notice Jack's odd behavior. Sam gestured at the phone hidden behind the boys back,

"So, what were you doing in here just now?" Jack's eyes flew wide as quarters and his gaze shifted rapidly around the room, focusing on anywhere but Sam. His mind was working overtime trying to find a viable excuse.

"Uhhhh...Nothing!" Jack tried; his brain had gone blank. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You sure about that?" Sam leaned forward a little, narrowing his eyes. Jack leaned back to match; his face scrunched up with the guilt he was trying very hard to hide. Everyone in the bunker knew how terrible Jack was at lying. He might be able to pass a few simple fibs by a stranger, but his family saw through him like he was made of glass. He couldn't deceive them. But that didn't stop him from trying, however.

"Yes..." Jack said slowly, his eyebrows pulling together in a rather sad attempt at looking sincere.

"Jack, what were you doing?" Sam asked more sternly. Jack looked at his feet and didn't answer. His shoulders moved up and down in a shrug.

"Do I have to go get Dean?" Sam pressed. Now Jack's head shot up. He stretched his hands out in a pleading gesture.

"No, no! Don't tell Dean!" Jack begged. Sam's expression shifted into one of concern.

"If you tell me, I won't tell Dean." Sam agreed, moving to sit on the bed beside Jack who shifted to give him some space. Sam waited patiently for the young Nephilim to speak. Jack kept his head down and rubbed his hands together nervously as he tried to think of how he should explain himself.

"Well, last night I was watching Netflix when I got this text from somebody wishing me a merry Christmas-" He started.

"Someone we know?" Sam asked, interrupting. Jack shook his head and continued.

"I asked them why they would do that, and they said it was because they thought that nobody should be alone this time of year. So, I asked if they were alone and they said, yes ─" Jack looked the younger Winchester in the eyes ─

"I don't know why but I just got this- this feeling, and they sounded just so sad, and now we're friends! But Dean said not to do anything stupid, and now I'm worried that I did! Are you mad?" Jack finished, worry coloring his features. Sam blinked. Once again astounded by the size of the half-angel's heart, he shook his head.

"No, Jack. I'm not mad," He said, softly.

"Really?"

"Really. I think you did a good thing. Everyone needs a friend." Sam patted Jack's shoulder and smiled. Jack looked down, grinning to himself as pride filled his chest.

Sam waited a moment before getting up from the bed. Stretching his back out and groaning a bit as he stood. It had been almost 48 hours since he last slept, and he was more than ready for a long nap. His hand rested on the doorknob and he paused a moment before turning back around.

"Hey, uh, Jack. Just one more thing. Do you by chance know this person's name?" Sam asked. Jack looked up briefly before looking back at the floor again, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping up to stain his cheeks.

"It's, uh, it's Marty," He replied. Sam nodded and moved to leave again but he stopped. His eyebrows pulled down with confusion before he turned back.

"And uh, is that a boy's name or a girl's name? Do you know?" Jack turned his head a bit to the side and picked at a thread in his jeans.

"Does it matter?" He questioned back. Truthfully, it didn't. Sam wouldn't make Jack stop if he didn't want to. But to say that the boy's current evasive behavior didn't pique his interest, would be a lie. Though, the kid’s flushed cheeks told him quite a bit about the answer.

"It doesn't matter," Sam said, shrugging, "I'm just curious is all." The tall man watched the boy's reaction. Jack nodded and shifted as if uncomfortable.

"Marty's a girl." He answered, trying to force his voice into sounding nonchalant. And failing.

"Okay, cool." Sam nodded, turning around again, and reaching for the handle. Jack's head whipped around.

"Wait, Sam!"

Sam looked over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Don't. Tell. Dean!" Jack stressed. Urgency was evident in his voice. Sam huffed a laugh.

"Okay, Jack." With that, Sam pulled open the door and walked out letting the heavy steel swing shut behind him. Behind the door, Jack sighed with relief. He'd dodged a bullet with that one.

Walking a ways down the hall, Sam got to Dean's room where his older brother was now unpacking. The younger brother leaned on the door frame and expelled the laughter he'd been holding on to since Jack’s room. Dean turned around, holding a pistol and a pair of weeks old and hopelessly blood caked socks in his hands, he faced Sam with a questioning look.

"What's got you so giggly all of a sudden?" The older of the brother's asked.

Dean glanced at the pair of socks in his hand. He grimaced at the stench and held them further away from his face, trying not to breathe. It didn't work. The socks odor was so pungent, Dean could smell them through his mouth. There was no hope of washing them. Nope, those things would have to be burned. Though, taking another whiff of them, Dean wasn't sure that even incinerating the socks would do him much good now. The stomach-turning stink would be branded into his memory forever. Sam straightened up, shaking his head of shoulder length hair.

"It's just something Jack said." Sam smiled and laughed again before taking notice of the unholy stench wafting off the socks. He coughed. "Dude, those stink. Bad!"

"Yeah, it's a sad day, Sammy." Dean nodded solemnly. Sam covered his nose.

"Why?"

"These were my second luckiest pair of socks."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, they're not anymore," Sam pointed out. Now, they were just rancid.

"I think we should give em' a Viking funeral, something to honor their service. I mean, I remember one time when I wore these things for two weeks straight!" Dean reminisced, grinning. Sam looked mildly disturbed.

"That's, uh... nice... But, uh, is there somewhere we could put them before the funeral? Because they, uh, they reek." Sam was trying hard not to gag and couldn't understand how Dean could be holding them and remain unaffected. Dean smirked.

"You wanna go put em' somewhere?" He asked, waving the socks into Sam's face. Sam leaned away.

"Ah! God! No! Put those things somewhere! Please!" He choked out. Dean just grinned and moved to the other side of the room. Grabbing a cardboard box from off the shelf, he shoved the socks in there and sealed the lid. The stench quickly began to dissipate.

"Better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"We're gonna have to burn that box too."

"Yup." Sam still felt a little sick but at least the socks were gone.

"So, what was it Jack said that you thought was so funny?" The older brother asked.

"Oh, uh, nothing. It was nothing," Sam said. But laughter began to creep up on him again. Dean rolled his eyes and went back to pulling more dirty clothing from the duffle bag.

"Are ya gonna stand there or are ya gonna spill?" Dean pushed. Sam sobered up again.

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell you," He said.

Dean shook his head, mildly annoyed. He knew Sam was going to tell him whatever juicy information he had gotten, just like he always did when he got that sly look on his face. Sam could be a bit of a schoolgirl that way. Except, of course, when it came to the important things, the things Dean was supposed to know. Those things Sam always kept to himself.

"Well, Sammy, if you ain’t gonna spill─" he used the gun in his hand to gesture from Sam to the duffle bag─ "get workin'."

The younger Winchester moved to the bag and started unpacking, grinning his face off all the while. Dean knew his little brother was waiting for him to ask about the thing with Jack again, so he said nothing. He just waited for Sam to look over to him eagerly, which is exactly what Sam did.

"So get this!" Sam started.

'Here it comes.' Dean predicted internally. Sam kept starring.

'Yatzee.' Dean thought. He knew Sam like the back of his hand. Actually, he probably knew his brother better than that.

"Apparently, Jack got a text from some random person last night wishing him merry Christmas. And, well, you know Jack! So he─" Dean stopped his brother mid-sentence.

"What's her name?" He interrupted. Sam looked confused.

"I didn't say anything about a girl," Sam trailed off. Dean sighed and shook his head.

"Geez, Sammy! If you love drama so much, you should go be an actor. You ain't foolin' anybody. We both know where this is goin' so just cut to the chase!" Dean sighed, opening a trunk and tossing in the gun he'd been holding along with several knives. His small outburst had startled his younger brother, but Dean didn't really care. Sam wasn't the only one who hadn't slept in 48 hours. Sleep was calling and Dean wanted nothing more than to answer. Sam frowned.

"Marty. The girl's name is Marty," Sam stated, sounding rather put out that Dean had guessed at his not-so-cleaver ploy. The older if the pair turned to the younger with a perplexed expression.

"Wait, wait. Marty?" He clarified. Amused disbelief written all over his features.

"Marty," Sam confirmed.

"Marty?"

"Yeah. Marty."

"Like the zebra in Madagascar, Marty?" Dean asked, grinning. Sam nodded.

"Yeah, like that. But remember, you didn't hear anything from me!" He answered, smiling as well. Dean laughed as he turned his attention back to the mess of clothing and weapons surrounding him on the floor.

"Yeah, whatever, drama queen." Dean rolled his eyes and kept working. The room was silent for a moment before the older Winchester burst out laughing again. He couldn't help himself; he found the subject hilarious.

"Ah, man. Marty! Now there's a name!" He exclaimed as he started folding the few clean clothing items laying in the pile. "What? Did her parents just take one look at her and say: 'Look at our beautiful baby! Let's name her Marty!'" Dean scoffed.

Sam snorted and shook his head at his older brother's bad joke. Then he leaned his head back and yawned.

"Man, I think we need some sleep," Sam sighed. Dean smirked.

"Is it your bedtime already?" He taunted, expecting a playful retort. But this time, Sam didn't argue. He just nodded.

"Yeah, I think it is." Though worried about his little brother, Dean held his playful smirk in place perfectly, just like he had been doing for so many years.

"Well, you go ahead and hit the sack. I'll finish up here." He said, easily. Even though he was just as tired and Sam was, he would finish out like always. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, o'course. There's not much left anyway." That was a lie and they both knew it, but Sam took the offer of sleep while it was on the table.

"Thanks, Dean."

"You're welcome, Sammy."

Sam patted his older brother on the arm as he stood and left the room. Traveling down the corridor he got to his bedroom and was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Meanwhile, Dean mouthed the strange name of Jack's mystery girl and chuckled about it to himself. Sitting on the floor in his room as he continued folding the rest of the clean clothes, cleaning out all the weapons and putting everything back in its place. The chore took him two more hours to complete but when it was done, he stretched himself out and laid back on his bed.

"Marty. Now, that's hilarious." Dean snickered to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

~I might hate myself tomorrow.

But I'm on my way tonight.

Let's be lonely together.

A little less lonely together~

Lyrics from: Lonely Together by Jasmine Thompson