#i'm addicted to opening cardboard

[party-in-my-head]

[shewroteaworld]

How He Made You Feel

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

Premise: Right before the first sleepover of your romantic relationship, Jake puts a high school teacher behind bars for attempted sexual assault. The case brings up some difficult high school memories for you.

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sexual harassment, downplaying of sexual harassment

Word count: approx. 2,500

A/N: I'm back! Let me know in the comments if you want more Jake Peralta fics. (I'm not sure there's an audience for it.) Hope you enjoy! <3

Jake Peralta is the king of cinnamon buns. Eating the ones you bake, that is. 

“This is like heaven on my tongue!” He moans. He licks some cream cheese frosting off the top. “Babe, these are seriously amazing.”

Your back relaxes. “Thanks, Jakey.”

Right after your shift at the 99th precinct, you zipped to your apartment to chill before the first sleepover of your romantic relationship (no pressure). Rather than chillaxing, your anxiety sparked, and kneading dough became the outlet. Your in-a-pinch cinnamon buns never fail to soothe your soul or anyone’s taste buds. Now that you’re in his kitchen, you’re grateful for the baking conniption. Jake’s indulgence gives you a moment to ground.

As he gulps down another bite, his eyebrow quirks. “Jakey?” He flashes that cheeky grin you love to hate.

Your face warms. “I never said that.”

“Nope! No take backs! It’s on the record!”

You scoff. “Aren’t you a little young for hearing loss?” 

“Hey!” He pokes the edge of your forced frown. “You said it, and you know it, and it was adorable.”

Your heart beats in your ears. “You liked it?” 

Jake’s eyes soften. “Yeah, I liked it.” He smirks mischievously. “And you’re getting all mushy on me.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please, Peralta.” 

“I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.” He pokes your side.

You jerk away. “You don’t, and you know it.”

“If you say so! But I know what cutesy-nickname territory means.”

The buzz of his phone spares you from his ribbing. “Our DoorDash is here. I’m going to pick it up downstairs.” Jake slips on his slides.

“Kay. Thanks.”

He leans over his kitchen chair to kiss your cheek. “Course. BRB.”

Jake rushes out his apartment door. In his absence, you observe his place: the mopped kitchen tile, his clean olive green couch, his stash of beginner recipe books tucked on a shelf above a kitchen counter. When you first transferred to the 99, you couldn’t imagine Peralta had an inkling of an organized domestic in him. 

Your tan trench coat hangs next to his leather NYPD jacket on the coat rack in the hall. Your heart palpitates. That was the first stitch of your domestic lives being sewn together. You wring your hands.

Jake doesn’t care about stains. You’ll eat Indian take-out from the container while watching some corny comedy he loves and you bemoan on his bare sofa. You tidy the kitchen table anyway.

The wave of anxiety begins to crest as you straighten junk mail from random magazines and political campaigns. You brush crumbs off the new placemats you forced on him through Office Secret Santa. (Weave placements are a recipe for soup-spill disasters.) You leave the manila files of cases he’s working on untouched off to the side.

You pour two tall glasses of water.  So what if you ordered drinks? Jake’s bloodstream will become half orange soda if someone doesn’t counteract his addiction.

Just as you’re setting the glasses down, there’s a knock on the door.

You jump. Your hand jerks, sending a manila folder flying to the floor, its confidential contents scattering behind the island on impact. Shit. 

“Forgot my keys, babe!” Jake calls.

“Coming!” 

Upon opening the door, a smiley Jake awaits you, holding a white cardboard box to his chest. The mouth watering aromas wafting from it don’t calm your cortisol levels. 

His head tilts. “Why the long face?”

You step aside. “When you knocked, I jumped and slapped one of your files off the kitchen table. I’m sorry.”

His brow furrows. “It’s no problem.” He says, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re on edge. 

“Everything spilled out.” You elaborate. Though you wouldn’t describe Jake as neat, he’s particular. Though the order of his files and notes are Greek to everyone else, it makes sense to him. He hates when someone “tidies” it without his permission.

Jake walks towards the kitchen. “Yeah, on the floor, not another dimension. It’s okay. Besides, it doesn’t need to be in any specific order– I closed that case today. I’m returning everything to the file room first thing.”

You trail behind him. “Did you close while I was uptown with Boyle?”

“Yep.” He plops the takeout box on the table. He kneels down to gather the rogue papers. “While you were out gathering evidence, I was cracking the code on this creep.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Sexual assault case?” You sort your take out into categories: his, hers, and shared. 

Jake taps a stack of papers straight against a countertop. “Attempted.  And he was a fucking high school teacher. Luckily, it was all on security cam. Easy win.”

The styrofoam carton of lamb samosas trembles in your hand. “That’s upsetting.”

“Majorly. Sadly, he’ll probably get off easy. I mean it was attempted. Not that it should’ve been full-on assault or that what happened isn’t terrible–”

“I understand what you mean, Jake.” You assure. It’s how sex crimes go. 

You open your potato samosa carton. “These are the bomb dot com,” you say. It’s an easy lay up for him.

“That ass is the bomb dot com!” Your chest loosens at the change of topic.

You shoot Jake a glare. He puts his hands up. 

He picks up the last of stray papers as you grab plates and utensils.  When he’s done, he grabs the drink holder, your Pineapple Fanta and your pink lemonade each tucked in a cardboard slot. “Let’s go sit, m’lady.”

You reach for the drink holder with your free hand, but he twists his torso away. He nods towards the living room. “Relax. Pick a show. Remote’s on the coffee table.”

When Jake joins you on the couch, you immediately reach for your potato samosas.

“You weren’t kidding when you said those were your favorite.” Jake chuckles.

“Absolutely not. Try the lamb. They should be in the center– that’s the shared column.”

Jake affectionately rolls his eyes. “You treat life like an Excel spreadsheet.”

“Someone has to.” The cold condensation on your small pink lemonade chills your hand. “Hopefully, a detective would.”

He grabs his chest as if you struck him. “Your passive aggression is a stab to my heart!”

You pop open the container of jasmine rice. “What subject did that teacher teach?” You ask.

“The creeper?”

“Mhmm.”

Jake opens a container of chicken saagwala. “History.”

You hum disappointedly. “History teachers were always the coolest. Especially the male ones.” You stab your plastic fork into the rice and reach for the curry. 

“Now I wish I slept less in history class.” Jake remarks. 

You stare blankly at the coffee table as you spoon your (hopefully) extra spicy curry onto your plate. 

The couch sighs as Jake sinks back into the cushions, his left arm stretching to lay behind you on the sofa’s back. “Such a scumbag. The girl was barely legal–could’ve been one of his own students. To make matters worse, she looked 16.”

In your head, you count your breaths. You zone in on the white grains of rice you’re absentmindedly pushing into your curry sauce. 

You see your high school hallway. You remember the misery, the pressure. Mr. Johnston.

“You listening to me, babe?”

He taps your calf with the tip of his slide. You flinch.

“Sorry,” he says. Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“That’s alright.”

In your peripheral vision, he leans forward. “You okay?”

You nod. “I’m great.” You click on his TV. “Just got a bit lost in my thoughts for a second.”

You feel Jake studying your side profile.

You click on Netflix. “Let’s do something lighthearted.” You drop down to his My List. Thankfully, you don’t have to search long to find something passable. 

“This one okay?” You ask. “I’ve been wanting to watch this too.”

“More than okay.”

The strings of the production company’s opening music fill the living room. You fiddle with your fork. Queasiness bites at you.

You need to shake this. This was your first sleepover with Jake. Don’t ruin this experience for yourself. It was so long ago. Nothing happened. It was uncomfortable, but you were alright. It was nowhere close to what that victim experienced. You’re fine. Is your asthma acting up?

You rest your plate on the coffee table. “Keep watching. I need the restroom real quick.”

You speed walk across the apartment to his bathroom, locking the door behind you. You turn the faucet to screeching cold. You dip your head into the basin and splash ice water in your face.

Your lungs gasp open from shock. Your brain drops back into your body. 

Everything’s safe. You’re okay. Tonight will be great. Don’t let some creep going to trial rattle you like this and ruin the evening.

You find a clean towel in a drawer and dry your face. After taking a detour to his bathroom to toss it in his hamper, you take three final deep breaths, your hand over your heart.

You’re fine. Nothing’s happening.

You return to the couch with a soft smile. “Sorry, Jake.” 

“No problem. You okay?” He asks again.

You hate lying to him. “Yeah, I just had to pee.” 

The movie snaps back to action. Though you didn’t ask, he paused for you. As the film unfurls, as predicted, you poke fun at the plot and Jake ardently defends it. The banter warms you, but the knot in the pit of your stomach refuses to unfurl.

Once your plate is clean, you lay your head on Jake’s shoulder. As the leading actress does something you don’t register, Jake’s laughter ripples through your hollow chest. 

It was so long ago. Nothing happened. It was uncomfortable, but you survived it. He never touched you. It was so long ago. He must be retired by now. It wasn’t your fault. There was nothing to be your fault. Nothing criminal happened. Nothing. It was so–

“(Y/N).”

You gasp. You snap up straight. The movie’s been paused. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t get your attention.” Jake says gently. 

Your heart sinks. “It’s…I’m just in my head.” You roughly run a hand through your hair. “So sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. What’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You stare at your knees.

Jake intertwines his fingers with yours. “It’s definitely substantial for you to be distracted like this.” He squeezes your hand. “I’m here.”

You smile sadly. “I don’t want to bring the vibe down.”

“Acquiring (Y/N) lore rivals catching bad guys as my favorite thing to do. Telling me about your feelings could never bring the vibe down. ”

A courteous dismissal gets tangled in your throat. Is that really what you want to say? 

Your free hand fiddles with the end of your hair. “I really don’t know how to talk about this.”

“Take all the time you need.”

You force a deep breath. “Your case threw me off.”

His eyebrows knit. “The teacher–creep one?”

You nod. “The teacher…you said he harassed a young woman who looked 16.”

He nods.

“It reminds me of an experience I had in high school when I was 17.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “How so?” He asks gently.

“There was… this science teacher– Mr. Johnston. One semester, I had to walk by his classroom everyday. I had to walk from my homeroom on the opposite end of the school, so sometimes I would get there right after the bell rang. When I was alone, he would always offer to walk me to class…even though it was only a couple doors down from his.”

Jake nods. 

“He said he was trying to make sure I didn’t get in trouble for tardiness…but he never told my teacher he walked me. And he did it even after he knew I wouldn’t get in trouble and that I was only going two doors down from his classroom.”

“That’s definitely weird.”

“He also used to do this weird thing where he would walk right behind me…I think it was supposed to be copying my walk to tease me. One day, he came up super close behind me– close enough to smell my perfume. All I could think about was how close to my ass he was.”

Anger cuts through Jake’s expression. “Did anyone see this?” 

“Some other teachers did. They didn’t see anything wrong with it…they laughed it off everytime. I guess they saw it as a harmless joke. But, it made me really uncomfortable. Everyday I would pray that he wouldn’t say hi to me or be weird and would just let me walk to class. I figured maybe I was crazy, making something out of nothing, but it just felt wrong. At the time, I tried to block it out, I had other stressors to deal with…but right after I graduated, I reflected on it and other stories I heard about him…and I was creeped out.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. Did you ever report this?”

“I confided in another teacher about it, but I never formally reported anything. I don’t know if he ever talked to his colleague about his behavior. Plus, I didn't think there was anything concrete to report.” You sigh. “It felt so wrong. I remember being so afraid of being alone in a room with him…he was a co-advisor for some extracurriculars I was a part of. There, he was always completely indifferent towards me but in those hallways in the morning…”

“With less people.” Jake notes. “And colleagues who didn’t take his behavior seriously.” 

You nod. 

“(Y/N), I’m so, so sorry. That isn’t okay.”

“I’m still not really sure if anything did happen to me. He didn’t touch me….he just…”

Jake shakes his head. “Followed you down hallways and got close to your body. That’s not okay.” He squeezes your hand again. “How did it make you feel?”

“Violated.” You admit.

Jake nods. “That’s what matters. How he made you feel matters. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

Tears well in your eyes. “Thanks, Jake.”

Jake offers you a tissue. “Do you know what ever happened to that teacher?”

You wipe your eyes. “I believe he retired…not 100% sure.”

His face hardens. “I can track him down if you like.”

“No, Jake…there’s nothing to report. No evidence. Just a dead-end case of “he said she said” from over 10 years ago. Even if I reported it earlier, I doubt anything could have happened.”

Jake groans. “This sucks. I’m sorry for what you went through. No one should feel uncomfortable with a teacher at school. Jesus, every time I think I get what women go through, I learn it’s worse than I imagined. I’m so, so sorry.”

You dab your eyes. “Thank you for not belittling what happened to me. It’s great to have someone like you...you don't downplay what I feel."

He kisses your nose. “It’s part of my boyfriend duties; it’s what I’m here for.”

You press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you for being a safe space to talk.”

He returns the peck. “Forever and always.”

Jake Peralta is a goofball. He can be messy– both literally and figuratively. But at the core of it all was a mensch’s heart. 

[squinch-depraved]

thinking a lot about charlie lately

you hated that you had to leave your boyfriend for even a few minutes, but an indefinite work trip? he was going to fall apart without you here to keep him glued together. you were the thing that kept him whole, kept him going. he was so used to following you around like a lost puppy, what was he going to do without you here?

and not to even mention how horny he was for you nearly 24/7- you were constantly on his mind; the promise of being able to bury his face into your chest after finishing a long project was sometimes the only thing that spurred him to complete his tasks. you adored him, cherished how sweet he was and how seemingly addicted he was to you. it was one of your favorite things about him, how absolutely whipped he was for you. you tried not to let it go to your head too often.

but here he was, sat on the couch, waiting patiently for you to get home from your long day. he knew you would have to leave for your trip soon and was eager to spend any time with you that he could before you were gone until further notice. his face lit up when your keys jangled in the lock, you cursed under your breath as you struggled to open it and let out a deep sigh when you finally got the door open. a smile crossed your lips as you took in the sight of your boyfriend sitting there, and you admired what a good boy he was for you while you locked the door behind you.

"what's that?" he asked inquisitively, gesturing to the package under your arm. "i didn't think i heard anything get delivered," he said, apologetic.

"it's something i picked out for you to help you while i'm gone," you replied. "don't feel bad, i had this delivered to a friend's house so you wouldn't see it." the box was plain, just a brown cardboard container with a regular shipping label.

he nodded and shifted on the couch, adjusting his position to be more comfortable. a movie was playing on the tv, something you two had watched a few weeks ago that you figured he had put on because he missed you.

"lemme get changed and you can open your present, okay?" you set the box down next to him and kissed the top of his head, taking off your bag and placing it on the coffee table. he watched, enthralled, as you kicked your shoes off and peeled off your jacket, eyes following you until you were out of sight as you walked to your shared bedroom.

you came back a few minutes later, now dressed comfortably in one of his shirts. he swore you walked around like this (no pants, just a shirt and your underwear) just to tease him, and he drew in a sharp breath at the sight. he never could get used to how you made him feel; just the sight of you like this was enough to make his stomach do flips.

you plopped down next to him, grabbing the box and using your nails to cut through the tape sealing it closed. once it was open, you handed it to charlie and watched him reach in. he pulled out a smaller box and froze, reading the text on the outside before looking up at you, face burning.

"you got me a fleshlight?" he asked quietly.

you giggled and took the bigger, empty box from him, clearing away the trash. "so you have something while i'm gone," you smiled sweetly. "i know how you get when you have to go too long without me, baby, so i thought maybe this would help." you stroked his cheek softly, doing your best to ignore how hot his face felt.

"i can't... i'm, um," he stuttered.

"yes, you can, charlie, you're gonna have to while i'm not here. i'm giving it to you tonight so we can practice together and you won't feel as shy using it by yourself, but if you don't wanna be good for me..."

that seemed to snap him out of his stupor, and he shook his head vigorously while he spoke. "nonono, i'll be good for you," he promised. "i'll be so good." his voice was whiny and pathetic, just the way you always liked it.

"good," you cooed, ruffling his hair. "now open your toy and take your pants off."

he swallowed hard and obeyed, sliding his shorts off first before fiddling with the box.

"boxers, too, my sweet boy." you put your hand on his thigh and tugged slightly on his underwear. he took a shaky breath and did as you said, hissing softly when you took him in your hand. you pumped him up and down gently as he struggled to open his new toy, pulling away when he finally got it out of the box.

you made eye contact for a moment before leaning over and taking him all the way in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip and coating his whole length in your saliva. when you pulled your mouth off, he whimpered at the pop! sound.

you took the toy from his hand, lining it up on his shaft and turning to watch his face as you slid it onto him. it glided on with ease; he was so lubed up from your spit. he screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back, letting out a long moan at the contact. it wasn't as good as you, sure, he knew it wouldn't be, but it was a lot more pleasurable than he thought it was going to be.

you began dragging it up and down his shaft, working at a good pace. charlie's noises got more and more pitiful, and you shifted so you could kiss up and down his chest, neck, stomach- anywhere you could get your lips on, it was being kissed. you took his hand and guided it to his groin, and he swiftly took over for you, stroking himself rapidly while you tangled your fingers in his hair.

he looked beautiful like that, eyes shut tight, head tilted slightly back, face red from pleasure. you wished you could take a photo of him, you knew he wouldn't mind, but you had left your phone somewhere and hated yourself for not keeping it on you. oh well, the mental image of this would have to do on your trip until you asked him to send you videos.

after minutes of charlie moaning and panting, he started bucking his hips up into the toy, a sign he was getting close. you moved off him and positioned yourself between his legs, tapping his hand to signal him to stop. he peeked open his eyes and pulled the toy off, groaning deeply when you replaced it with your mouth. you worked masterfully on him, drawing unholy sounds from the man as he approached his high.

he grabbed your hair when he was about to cum, babbling your praises as he forced your head down slightly. you moaned when you felt him shoot his seed down your throat, swallowing with him still in your mouth and earning one last moan.

watching you through lidded eyes when you pulled off, charlie panted, trying for minutes to catch his breath. he finally spoke after taking a long drink from the water bottle you handed him.

"do you really have to go?"

you rolled your eyes and smiled, smacking him playfully. "i'll be back before you know it, my love."

[bonny-kookoo]

Here to tell you I still very much love baby darling and would love to see how things are progressing with them or any tidbits you’d like to share

(I’m still shit at coming up with Drabble prompts 🫣🥺)

Thank you for not forgetting them (I love them)

"I told you not to get me anything!" Jungkook laughs as you put the small wrapped up present on his lap where he's sitting on your couch.

"Its just something small..." you mumble, sitting down next to him while you watch him trace the spots where the tape holds the wrapping paper together. "Open it." You suggest, but he bites his lip.

"But it's packed so nicely. Did you wrap it yourself?" He asks, and you nod. "Fuck no, it's so pretty, I don't wanna ruin it!" He says, making you reach for it to open it- but he holds it away. "Hey, no! That's mine!" He snaps playfully.

"I'll take it back then-" you giggle, and he instead catches your lips for a quick kiss, successfully making you sit properly again.

"Hm, you're so easy to tame." He chuckles, before he sighs and moves to open it, fingers carefully ripping the paper. "What is it.?" He wonders, opening the simple cardboard box to find a selection of silver and anodized metal jewelry- the rainbow shine of those particular pieces catching his interest. But it's only when he inspects them further, noticing the weight and tiny imprint on them, that he realizes something. "Wait- that's actual titanium? Surgical steel? Silver?" He gasps, eyes wide as he unpacks a pair of rings. "Baby those must've been expensive-"

"But your lip got uhm.. it was all red and you mentioned it was because your skin.. reacts to cheap metals and stuff." You shrug. "So I got you some that won't hurt." You say, and he looks at you with wonder.

You listen. You remember.

You care.

He carefully puts the box on the table to fetch his backpack he brought since he's sleeping over, where he takes out a larger, way more chaotically wrapped item, bow somewhat holding its shape.

"Hey, you didn't stick to the agreement either!" You complain with laughter, when he urges you to open it with almost.. worried anticipation. And once you unwrap it, a soft, round and velvety snorlax plush sits in your lap, your hands holding its paws, felt claws triangle shaped.

"You.. I saw you looking at it last time we were out at the mall." He mumbles. "I'm not sure.. I hope you didn't buy it already, they didn't have the larger one anymore-"

You move to hug him, and that's answer enough for that second as his arms wrap around you.

"Thank you for feeding my plushy addiction." You say ibto his neck, and he laughs.

"Welll, to be fair, this dude could stay in bed while we fuck, since his eyes are close- ow!" He laughs when you use that mentioned snorlax to hit him, toy nowhere near hard enough to hurt.

And in that moment, he realizes he's found his place.

Right here, at your side.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

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Summary: Eli's way too shy to ever talk to you in person, so he helps himself to a late night stroll through your Cloud files to get to know you.

Pairing: CyberStalker!Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader

Word Count: -1,8k (This was supposed to be a drabble…)

Content Warnings: Smut 18+!, Stalking, Hacking, Female And Male Masturbation, Heavy Violations Of Privacy, Obsessive Behavior, Strong BDSM Themes

A/N: This has been eating away at my ability to think for the past few days…

Tagging: @blueberrypancakesworld @herprivateisland

I'm inside of your system,

I'm inside of your lair

To haunt you is my destiny

I'm a virus, impossible to find

I'm lurking in the shadows of your mind

- Virus By Priest

You wouldn't even have recognised him as he'd passed you on your way into the supermarket, automatic front doors swishing open as you squeezed yourself right past him as he was walking out, his hands clasping around filled grocery bags. Elijah knew that you'd be on your way now for your weekly shopping run and he just couldn't hold back a nervous smile as the light scent of your perfume crept up into his nose. Flowery, fresh and persistent enough to stay with him until he arrived back at home.

This, alongside plenty of others, was one of Elijah's little weekly rituals to keep up with you. He went shopping with you, not just groceries but sometimes also clothing or a bouquet of flowers from the florist right next to the little café you frequented nearly every morning for a tall coffee latte with exactly one pump of vanilla syrup. It always made him think of how your lips would taste like sugary sweet vanilla when you strolled into your workplace with the cardboard cup still in your hands. On the rare occasions when you fell sick, Eli had sat across from you in the waiting room, avid to keep his ears perked to make sure you were healthy and well again soon. None of that you'd ever noticed. Why would you? He was just one face of hundreds of thousand in this city and whilst Eli went unnoticed, he knew everything about you.

Really everything? That's at least what he'd been thinking until he decided to treat himself one Saturday night. After months of “looking after you” it had gotten a bit stale to be close to you by getting himself off to the few rare bikini pics he'd found by digging through your Instagram page. There was something about you, something he couldn't quite pinpoint but it told him that there was more to you, that he just had to venture far enough to find the thing you were hiding away and to him, a Cloud storage provider was nothing else than a server. A server that could be hacked just like every other and that he did in a heartbeat. He couldn't even really describe it as hacking because you weren't really careful with your almost very much the same passwords you used online. In general, it was a mixture of your dogs birthday and the name of your first real crush from middle school… Tyler. Ugh, Tyler, by now a divorced loser with a receding hairline and a latent porn addiction. Maybe a few changed in regards of capital letters but it took no more than two tries to get into your Cloud data storage account.

“Let's see what you got in here, sweety.” Elijah murmured to himself, excitement making his pulse pick up a beat whilst the pale light from the desktop reflected from his black- framed glasses. For a moment, nothing really caught his eye: files filled with family vacation pictures, an occasional photo dump of a night out in town from two years ago… nothing really new to Elijah until he spotted a folder titled “Teacher” that made his eyebrows arch up.

“The fuck's that?” He asked into his bedroom that was only illuminated by the shine emitting from his laptop that sat in his lap. You'd never worked as a teacher, not once and nothing even remotely close to that. After high school you went to college whilst working in retail hell to support yourself and afterwards you went on to write for a history magazine with your freshly accomplished degree. You'd never been a tutor or a teacher as far as Eli knew and even if…why would that be any data worthwhile to keep around? With slightly knit together brows, he clicked on the folder just to land in a subfolder with files dated in almost sterile accuracy. One folder for every week reaching back as far as nearly two years ago. As Elijah's stomach bubbled with the need to find out what this was all about, he double-clicked on the folder titled with the date from 3 weeks ago just for his eyes to widen and his for his jaw to nearly drop.

Trying to comprehend what was loading up on the screen right in front of his, Eli's mouth stood slightly agape as the only other physical reaction came from further down. Before his critical thinking had caught up to what he was looking at, his body surely had and he felt his cock unapologetically twitching against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. Picture upon picture of your bare skin practically jumped at him and a heavy groan erupted from his chest as he clicked on the first image to start investigating somewhere. He nearly choked on his own spit as his eyes roamed over the photograph. Your face wasn't in frame, perhaps a safety measure stemming from the nature of the contents, but it didn't even need for Eli to know that it was your naked body that he saw. You'd been flipped on your stomach, wrists held together by cable ties as the dainty rings on your fingers gave away that it was without a doubt you. There was hardly any fabric covering your behind, just a pair a ripped fishnet-stockings stretching across your ass and thighs. A lack of panties practically presenting your thoroughly soaked and glistening cunt to the viewer.

“Uh…oh…OH…” It trickled from Elijah's lips as he moved the cursor to click for the next picture. Your posture was nearly the same but instead of smooth skin underneath the skimpy stockings, it showed your ass all bruised up in colors ranging from a bright red to deep purples, almost like a sadomasochistic nebula painted to your skin by brute force and he didn't know how to feel about that. The sight right in front of him turned him on beyond measure but at the same time…how have you been with someone he didn't know of? How had you been able to keep that side of yours from his ever watching eyes? Eli felt like scolding himself, a surge of white-hot rage jolting through the pit of his stomach for being so utterly incompetent and not seeing what had been right in front of him the entire time! Your loose sweaters, your liking for mainly long-sleeve tops and just softly form-fitting pants…it all came together now but on top of all of that it should be him, always should've been and not some strange rando you hid away somewhere in your Cloud files…

The potent mixture made out of rage and arousal ebbed through Elijah as he continued clicking his way through the files, pictures of your naked body in deliciously compromising poses causing his jaw to clench and teeth to grind with the same fervor his cock pressed against his slacks. He was so agonizingly hard that it almost hurt just for his fingers to brush around the outlines of his hard on. In a vain attempt to soothe himself, Eli gently cupped himself with the full width of his palm, the careful pressure aimed to ease the constant throbbing as his fingers fondled with his tightening balls.

“Fucking hell, babe, what's all of this, hm? You're gonna drive me insane…” The words came as a hardly choked back moan as Eli moved his hand above the fabric of his sweatpants. Up and down in slow, careful motions to not just explode and gush into his shorts like a pent-up virgin on the first date but the first eager drops of pre-cum soaked through already.

Elijah kept it together, softly stroking and pleasuring himself whilst clicking through your pictures like they were his personal peep show. He tried so hard to not just run with his desires, to drag it out and to savor every moment in which he body shivered with arousal but after a few minutes and several naughty pictures, he came across a full on video file and in that instant, he could've sworn that Christmas came early this year.

With his heart raging inside the ribcage, he hit the spacebar for the video to start playing and as soon as a pitch-black screen lightened up to reveal a shameless close-up recording of you fingering your flushed and swollen pussy with not two but three fingers that pushed inside again and again whilst your needy moans echoed through the speakers of Eli's laptop, he felt his throat render dry. Every word seemed stuck in his throat like a lump he just couldn't swallow no matter how hard he tried. With reddened cheeks, he watched you fuck yourself in high resolution right on his damned laptop screen and couldn't hold back any longer. Exhaling a shallow, trembling breath, he led his hand to slide past the waistband of his slacks, helping him to slide both the pants and his shorts just down enough to free his aching cock that he started fisting the very second he had the fabric off of him.

“You make me so fucking hard and so fucking desperate. It's so damn pathetic. Should be me who does that to you.” Elijah’s thoughts now just ran free as the rapidly rising arousal intoxicated his mind. It didn't take long for his balls to tighten up again, his cock in his hands growing rigid with every next stroke before his entire load spurted out onto the keyboard and up to his navel in thick white ropes. His orgasm rippled through him in a brutal outburst, making him feel lightheaded for seconds after the gushes of sticky cum flowed all over his hand too.

“Fuck!” Eli whined out before taking a deep breath, half-lidded eyes still trained on the screen that depicted you shoving your fingers knuckle-deep inside your wet cunt anew. With a slim grin on his face, he contemplated how long it would take before he could again.

[saltyyuuri]

Deadlock x GN!reader

💛Blunt honesty💛

words:1850

Note from Salty (me): pls excuse the spam post I can't help it I have too many ideas flowing in-I legit haven't written fanfiction in so long and now that I got back in it I can't fucking stop- anyways I am basing this fanfic off a Iso x deadlock post I saw and I'm obsessed with (fanart in question on @sunsettemplar posts)

Warnings: foul language

Song (Chemical - post malone)

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"Well I'm sorry, but it's shit- plain and simple." The blonde Norwegian declared loudly, her clear blue eyes boring into yours as she held up a can of red bull, a new flavor that had been released recently that you wanted to try. You thought it was good- but Iselin seems to have quite the opposite opinion.

"Iselin, C'mon it's not that bad-" you Chuckled out softly, sipping the drink again. The flavor was iced vanilla berry, and since you loved vanilla flavored thing- you assumed that you'd live this new drink. Indeed; the taste was getting addictive - more than expected. "(Y-N); You know I love you, right?" Iselin said, resting her real hand onto your shoulder for a short moment. "Yea ..?" You replied, cocking your head to the side.

"Good. I love you- But you have poor taste in drinks. That red bull tastes foul." She once more deadpanned- gently squeezing your shoulder affectionately as she spoke to you. Her slightly messy blonde hair fell to the side as she cocked her head to the side, leaning in to place a small and slightly rough peck on your cheek. "More for me then-" you giggle out, sipping the drink once more, not realizing that you had essentially nearly finished the can already.

"(Y-N), darling, I think that enough caffeine for today-" Iselin said as she cocked an eyebrow at your rapid consumption of the drink- lord knew you could be a gremlin when you had to much caffeine in your day. You simply smiled, finishing the can to toss it out- already feeling the burst of energy starting to take over. All Iselin could do at that moment was sigh and shake her head- but she did let a small smile take over, because whether she liked it or not- your energy burst were contagious.

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"Iselinnnnnnn-" You called out loudly from your dorm, the door was barely cracked open but lord knew you had some damn lungs in you, and Deadlock could quite literally hear you calling out for her from the common room. You had decided to spend your energy on cleaning your dorm room, now that you had some motivation you went in full swing.

Iselin made her way to your dorm- peeking her head in with a deadpan look as always. "Yes, darling?" She simply asked in a much calmer, flat tone as she watch you sort through piles of things. You turned around instantly, strutting over to her. You had a brand new, still in the package lipstick - one you had bought maybe a few months back, but the more you looked at it, less it seemed like your shade. It was a shame- the color was really pretty.

You walked up to Iselin - holding up the packaging near her face, simply observing, looking as her then the shade. "What are you doing?" Iselin once more asked in a deadpan, mild disinterested with the sudden color matching session. "I think this shade would suit you better than it would on me- wanna try it on?" You asked her with a small smile forming. You gently handed her the packaged lipstick, watching as she took it with her bionic arm, looking only mildly interested now.

"I don't usually wear lipstick. But I can try it, yeah." She simply said before tearing the package open, finally freeing up the lipstick tube from its cardboard and plastic packaging. She headed to a nearby mirror- the one mounted over your dresser- to apply the reddish brown lipstick; as she walked over she read the packaging briefly for the fun of it. "Highly pigmented, transfer proof... Hm."

She finally started to apply the lipstick - the color suiting her quite well. You walked up behind her, looking at her reflection with a slight smitten look on your face. "You look pretty." You said with a smile as you looked at her reflection.

"Mhm... I want to test the lipstick and see if it's as good as advertised." Deadlock said, turning to look at you, a small smirk forming on her lips. Before you can ask her how or why- she had a hand gripping your chin to hold your face in place. "WaiT-!" But any further questions or protests were brutally cut off with her lips- first on your lips before being peppered all over your face.

You turned into a giggling mess- feeling giddy and slightly flustered as she gave you that sudden burst of affection, your cheeks tinting a light pink while she left lipstick marks all over. After about a minute of her attack; Iselin pulled back, still holding your chin as she looked over your face.

Iselin frowned, taking out her phone. She turned your head to face to mirror, face squished in her hand. You had a smitten look on your face while she looked annoyed, snapping a picture of you two in the mirror. "It's not transfer proof -... And highly pigmented my ass- after the two first kisses its faded." Iselin mumbled out - she was actually going to leave a 1 star review on the brands website with the picture of your kiss-marked face as proof.

"Iselin! I look dumb in that picture -" you whined slightly, your face still being squished in her hand as she was writing the review with her other hand. "Darling, you always look dumb. But you're my dummy." Deadlock replied - finishing up her review before turning to place another kiss on your lips before you could make any complaints on her remark- once more melting into the kiss.

"I need to head off to prepare for a mission now, darling." Iselin said as she pulled away from the kiss, loosening her grip on your chin and jaw before pulling you into a hug. You were still a but lovestruck from her affection bombing of Earlier, but that went without any complaints on your end- and she knew very well that you were enjoying every second of the affection she had to give. "Be safe, Iselin. I love you!" "Love you too, (Y-N)."

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Deadlock had left for her mission and you were finishing up cleaning your dorm- your face still covered in kiss marks from deadlock and her new lipstick. You didn't mind it one bit- instead anytime you saw yourself in the mirror, you were giggling like a kid. The suddenness of Iselin's affection - even if it was to 'test' the lipstick- was always welcome on your part.

You knew she was a blunt and honest person - so moments like those meant so much more than it looked. Sure, she could be a bit dry on words and sometimes looked cold on her actions towards you- but if you look past the blunt exterior - her intentions and her honesty in it all is what made you melt and fall for her a bit more every time.

It had been a few hours, dinner time passing by fast as you made yourself something easy and fast to eat, mainly passing time on your phone as you waited for Deadlock to send you a message. It was in her habit to send a short, quick text whenever she was nearly done with the mission - or fully done- to assure you she was okay. You weren't generally too worried for her; she was with a team of more than capable agents to help her if need be.

And the text came by sooner than anticipated, making you smile giddily. It was just a short text, a simple "Everyone's okay- heading home soon 💛" but it always made you happy to get that good news message. You tapped on the notification on your phone, opening the chat bubble to text her back.

You: "Good to hear you're okay, love 💛"

You: "Are you in the aircraft to head back? Or still on the field?"

Iselin: "Just boarded."

You: "... So you aren't busy right now, riiiiight? 👀"

An idea was bubbling into your mind, cackling slightly as you hopped up from your bed-setting your phone down for a short moment. You rummaged in your closet, taking out her Zip up hoodie you had stolen a short while ago when she was out on a different mission. You set the lighting in your dorm to only be on the fairy lights around your mirror before getting to work.

You took off any clothes you had on except for your underwear - wearing the hoodie unzipped. You still had the lipstick marks on your face- adding a bit of spice. You picked up your phone, angling the camera to snap a picture - where the open hoodie showed off your nude chest, where the underwear was visible along with your thighs. Half your face could be seen on the picture - but the kiss marks were visible as day. You finally opened the text chat with your lover once more.

Iselin: "No- I am in the aircraft, so just on my phone. Why?"

You: "Oh no reason 👀"

Iselin: "...What did you do?"

You: "*1 image attachment.*"

You: "just this 💛"

Iselin looked at her phone in slight confusion, finally deciding to tap on the image attachment and look at the picture you sent. Once it loaded up and opened on her phone screen - she hummed in approval as a small smirk formed onto her face. The small change of behavior seemed to have caught Killjoy's attention - turning to look at her teammate.

"What has you looking at your phone that way?" Killjoy asked in a slightly teasing tone towards Iselin - raising her head slightly as if to try to peek at the phone. Iselin was quick to shut her phone- hiding her screen immediately. "(Y-N) Sent nudes." Iselin bluntly replied, her deadpan stare coming straight back as she looked at Killjoy - watching as the other sentinel froze up, clearly not expecting that answer.

"..Are you pulling my leg-?" Killjoy asked a bit bluntly, still a bit surprised by Iselin's blunt honesty. "No, she sent me a nude in my zip up hoodie." Iselin replied once more with a bit more honesty than she should have had. "I... I didn't need to know that -" killjoy said as she took a step back, allowing deadlock to have some privacy for her phone once again. "You asked." The blonde woman simply retorts, opening her phone once more.

Iselin: "You look hot in my hoodie. You going to stay like that till I get back?"

You: "If you want me too 👀😇"

Iselin: "I want you, yes."

You: "That's not-"

You: "I mean yes, I want you very much too but close enough I guess 😂💛"

Iselin: "I mean, you understood 🤷🏼‍♀️💛"

Iselin: "Now be good, I'll be home in 30. Love you."

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[aishnico]

#𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝙑𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙍: 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝟮)

» summary: you were an architect in seattle, and one of the things kept you sane was your rockstar friends. one day, they found a new singer to their new band and you went to listen to them.

» word count: 2.4k

» warnings: fluff, some angst, grammar issues

» inspired by sarah jio’s always novel.

» part 1

— october, 1990

"fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck!" you yelled at yourself when the file you've been working for 7 hours closed without saving it. you didn't forget to save it, your computer just froze for a couple of minutes. you were waiting patiently, but suddenly, your computer shut down.

you suddenly heard someone knocking on the wall. "hey! can't you be quiet?" it was your next-door neighbor stone. you sighed and grabbed your things, wore a coat and left the home. he heard that you were leaving and he opened to door.

"hey, sorry for yelling. is everything alright?" he asked gently.

"no, my project's gone forever. i have to start from the beginning. and my ass hurts from sitting straight. guess i'm going out for a walk now."

"hey, stop by on the way home, and bring some snacks!" you heard jeff's excited voice and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"damn, you really need a new computer." he said playfully.

"yeah, you don't need to remind me." you rolled your eyes and waved at him then left the building. it wasn't raining to your surprise, but the weather still was cold. you moved here 6 years ago but still couldn't get used to the atmosphere of the city. you missed hot california days.

you were walking with heavy steps. thinking about which excuse you should try on your boss tomorrow. you weren't like this. you were actually pretty punctual and disciplined at your work. but your ancient computer started to make things worse for you. and your current goal was buying a new computer.

you entered a market and bought some snacks for you and the boys. after about 25 minutes you were in front of their door. your cheeks were red as tomato. stone would sure make fun of it while jeff would say you look cute. and that's what happened.

"cut it out, stone. i went for forgetting about my problems but you yourself creating a problem for me" you said playfully while lying on their couch.

"did you go for finding excuses for your boss but realized that you used them all on him?" he smirked at you. damn, he really knew you well.

he was the first person you met in the city. you would just say good morning and good night when you encountered. it was until you were coming home with a large cardboard for your project. he was behind you and it fell on him accidently. you apologized continuously but he offered to help you with your project instead. that's how you became close.

one day a band named green river asked him to play guitar at their band. and that's how you met with jeff after. after two years he established a band called mother love bone. they were amazing and sure they had a huge impact on the grunge scene. everything was great until a couple of months ago, until andy's death. it hit all of you pretty hard, especially chris and love bone guys. you all knew that he was addicted but none of you saw it coming.

it took a while to guys recover. stone and jeff got into music again. they got together with stone's friend from high school, mike and matt from soundgarden. but matt couldn't fully commit to this new band due to playing with his band. after the audition, the guys asked to dave play with them. he agreed and they were looking for a singer now. all the guys who auditioned tried to sound like andy, but nobody could sound like him and they were looking for something unique.

you three were chilling and watching some TV currently. it helped you forget about your problems a little, it was until mike came with a tape.

"i have good news for you!" he cheered after jeff opened the door for him. "what is it?" stone asked mike.

"so i talked with jack, and he gave our demo to his friend, eddie. and he wrote lyrics for three songs. i got excited and listened to it alone and i'm telling you, we have to hire that guy!"

"woah woah, slow down there. let us listen to it first. hey, what time is it by the way?" stone asked.

"it's almost 6 pm" jeff answered and you gasped. "oh my, i won't make it through..." you whined. "what is it?" mike asked.

"i was working on my new project and my computer suddenly shut down, i'm so done with it but i have no choice but to continue with it." you answered.

"jeez, why don't you ask to borrow ours? the program you use is already on the computer. and i'm pretty sure ours's better than yours." stone suggested with sass. you rolled your eyes at him and watched him give you his computer and charger of it. "thanks, i'll return it in the early morning. bye, y'all!" you went to the door but mike called you from behind.

"wait, aren't you gonna listen to him?" showing the tape, you shook your head and gave an apologetic smile to them. "i already lost so much time, and i'm willing more to listen to him on live. it's like a surprise to me, yeah?"

after leaving their apartment you entered yours and got to work again.

after minutes, you swore you heard a familiar voice from the walls. "it must be their new singer..." you wandered to yourself.

a couple of weeks passed and this night, they were gonna play their first show with eddie. you wondered how he looked and sounded like. you loved making little surprises for yourself. you needed them for not to drown in this city.

after another exhausting day, you went to your home and took a quick shower then got ready for their show and left. when you were at the place, you saw soundgarden guys and went next to them. matt was smiling at you. "he has a great voice, don't you think so?" he asked. you shrugged, "i've never listened him, i refused. that's gonna be a surprise for me, you know?" he rolled his eyes at you playfully. then the show started. and oh,

oh...

that sure was a surprise to you, a big surprise.

you totally weren't expecting to see the love of your life on the stage. you recognized him immediately. your heart clenched watching him. he was looking gorgeous like he used to look 6 years ago. and his baritone voice... you remembered how he would play songs on an acoustic guitar and sing to you with his unique voice.

you missed him, you missed him so much. you couldn't get him out of your head, you didn't want to. you wanted everything to stay inside your head. you suddenly wondered if he was still remembering you. maybe he thought that he meant nothing to you so he got you out of his head. you hoped he didn't. but you didn't know how to face him. you knew you had to, he was in your friends' band now, after all.

your eyes met suddenly. your heart was beating like crazy. and you felt that your palms were sweating. he then looked away. you lowered your head.

did he remember you or he was just mad at you? you couldn't help but caress your locket. he was probably mad and found someone else.

when their show ended, you were smiling at them and clapping loudly like everyone else. they all were looking compatible together. you were happy for stone and jeff, and you knew they were going to be an impactful band.

instead of going backstage, you went outside. you could meet eddie tomorrow or another day. you just wanted to calm your clenching heart.

so you went to the exit without attracting attention. but when you looked at the stage for the last time, you saw eddie looking at you. you gulped and went outside.

after about twenty minutes, you were ready to go home, take a hot shower, wear your comfy pyjamas, and then sleep. but your plans fell through when you saw stone was dragging eddie to where you were standing.

"[name], this is our new singer, eddie." he turned his face to him. "and eddie, this is my next-door neighbor, [name]. but i suppose you already know each other. time to break the ice between you two!" he then left you two alone.

he knew, he god damn knew that eddie was your ex (you didn't know honestly what you two are). you would show him your photos with him and cry on his shoulder and telling him how much you missed him. of course he knew he was your ex when he first time saw him live. he probably wanted you two to meet again and break the ice.

"you were amazing at there." you started the conversation. he answered with a simple thanks. and you two went silent. an uncomfortable one.

"how did you find seattle?"

"not good, i guess. i used to live in sunny weather. i already missed old, hot, california days."

you smiled to yourself. "yeah, and i miss old chicago days." when you mentioned chicago, his face got serious. maybe because he had bad memories from there. the memories he wishes he could forget about.

"i don't care about chicago anymore." you were kinda hurt by his words but what could you say?

"eddie..."

"don't, don't start." he shut his eyes. your face dropped at his move. "look, you're just a great friend of my friends. that's what you are to me, nothing more." he coldly said and he turned his direction at the door.

"you don't even wanna listen the story from my point of view and that's not even fair!" you suddenly yelled at him. and made him look at you.

"after our first date, i thought i gave you my number. but instead, i actually gave you my house's number. and guess what? my family moved to michigan after i started college, and of course, they changed their number. i always wondered why you weren't calling me. i got furious and hurt. but then i realized that i gave you the wrong number.

after i finished the second semester, the first thing i've done was go to chicago and look for you. i asked some surfer guys about you, i asked musicians at the various bars, i looked for you. and finally learned that you went to south california not much after i left. i felt hopeless, but i never stopped loving you eddie, never. i don't know if it's even possible but i fell in love with you more."

you showed your locket and carefully opened inside. and his facial expression got soft when he saw the green seashell he gifted to you. "i never got you out of my head, i never got you out of my neck too." you then closed it and looked at him again. "i love you eddie, i've never stopped."

you saw his eyes watered and he just pressed his lips hard against each other. "i thought, i thought i was your little toy."

you shaked your head and smiled at him. "like i said, you're more than a summer love to me." he looked at you. you could see regret from things he told you just now and longing. oh how much he wanted to hold you tightly and cry on your shoulder.

so he did, and you hugged him back. he was mumbling "i'm sorry, you know i actually care about chicago. it's the place we met after all. and you know you're more than a friend's friend to me. i love you, i never stopped loving you either. i thought you lied to me. i was furious but still continued to love you. i couldn't help it. i love you so much."

you were caressing his back gently. after he calmed down, you connected your foreheads. "i'm here and you're here from now on. we're here together." you whispered. he smiled, "and we will make new good memories together here." he responded. you rolled your eyes playfully. "this city isn't the best, but i believe we can make everything look good."

he nodded and looked at your lips. he wanted to kiss you so bad. but before you let him do so, you connected your lips instead. the kiss was full of longing and love.

after a couple of seconds, you heard someone's whistle at the back. when you two faced them they were clapping. of course, they were your friends. "don't you have to do something better?!" you yelled at them irritated.

"let's go inside." he smiled at you and intertwined your hands together.

— 2005

"so that's how me and daddy started dating again." you finished your story. your daughter's eyes got watered and you looked at her worriedly. "baby, what's wrong?" you quickly wiped her tears away.

"i-i'm just thinking *sob* what if daddy never actually recorded those demos? what if uncle stone never hired him? *sob* what would happen?"

"oh baby," you stood up from your chair and let her hug you from behind. not wanting to hurt her little brother, andy. you caressed her hair and kneeled carefully for planting a kiss on her forehead.

"we would find each other, no matter when. i promise, we're destined to be together forever. and you're destined to be our firstborn. i promise nothing would change."

you then heard someone opening the door. it was your husband. he put the groceries down and looked at you. "I'm home!" he cheered. your daughter ran to him quickly and wrapped her arms around his legs. he then kneeled to hold her up.

"what's wrong, princess?" he asked worriedly and then looked at you. you just smiled and went next to him, lying your head on his shoulder. his one arm was holding your daughter while his other hand was wrapped around your waist.

"i-i just love you so much, daddy. i love mommy so much too. i'm happy that i was born as your daughter." he laughed and kissed her cheek. "we love you so much too, princess. and don't ever think that we're gonna love andy more. we'll love you both equally. and our love for you two will never change."

[mrnicekisser]

[Street Gacha] Chapter 4

Written by 木野誠太郎

Runa: Thanks to Futaba-senpai, our future is bright.

Thanks to the funding provided by my senior, it looks like the problems I've been having will be easily solved. Thank you ♪

Mizuki: This is a piece of cake for me as a senior, isn't it? But it's not solved yet. It's just that the steps to solve it are in place.

The ultimate goal is whether or not there are people who want "that" thing.

Runa: Just as Futaba-senpai said. You won't be able to relax till the end. Let's move forward with all our might until we reach our goals!

Hayate: (Funding? I don't know what "that" means, but are they trying to sell that white powder to someone...?)

(Damn, they're making these faces. I know they like pranks, but they're smiling so happily...)

(However, if I'll step in here there's high chance that they'll run away. Hiiragi is fast when it comes to excaping from someone, so i need to make up a strategy.)

Mizuki: Okay. I'll open the package as soon as I get it. ♪ I'm glad I got it, but I won't use it, because there's always a way to "carelessly" do it.

Runa: Well then, please leave it to me! I'm used to things like this. ♪

Hayate: (Huh!? Are they really planning on using the powder themselves?)

(No, absolutely! If you have drugs, you will not only commit a crime by selling it, but also become addicted and unable to return to your daily life yourself!)

(I have to stop it no matter what..!)

Hey, you guys! Stop it!

Mizuki: Huh-!?

Runa: The hell, Yogiri! If somebody suddenly screamed, wouldn't you be scared?

Hayate: I'm scared of another thing. The "white powder" that was in the package earlier. What on earth is it?

Mizuki: No matter what you're trying to do... well, that's it.

Runa: What..?

Hayate: That's a very blunt answer! After all, you were trying to do something bad that you couldn't tell anyone about, right?

Maybe you thought no one would find out outside of school, but as long as the "Allies of Justice" eyes are black, they won't miss it!

Mizuki: Hey, wait! I haven't really understood what you are trying to say, but I think it's a misunderstanding!

Hayate: Huh..?

Runa: The "white powder" that Yogiri was talking about is probably this.

Hayate: Powdered milk..?

No, no. Even if you tried to camouflage it, it wouldn't work like that. Don't tell me you're planning to sell powdered milk?

I heard about it in the shade of the trees earlier. You're looking for funding and people who want "that"!

You can buy powdered milk in many places, so I'm sure you were trying to sell something suspicious!

Runa: No way! That was just a misunderstanding!

Hayate: Then what is "that"!?

Runa: "That" is a abandoned kittens!

Hayate: Abandoned kittens..?

Mizuki: Yeah. Hiiragi was taking a walk around here by herself. Five kittens in a cardboard box were abandoned in this wooded area just a little away from the downtown...

Maybe the cat couldn't raise the babies she gave birth to. The owner may be irresponsible, but if you find them and get mad at them, you won't be able to take her from them.

Hiiragi was going to stay here and take care of them until she could find someone to take them.

But, Hiiragi brings a lot of animals into the school's backyard, right?

If she was alone, she wouldn't be able to take care of them as much as she should, so I, who was doing fieldwork, decided to help out.

Hayate: Hmm………. When you say "funding", do you mean that you paid for the food and things like that?

Runa: That's right. Seriously, Yogiri, you're making a lot of mistakes. Thanks to that, I was worried that maybe I was doing something wrong too.

Hayate: It's probably due to your bad behavior on a daily basis. It's my fault in this case, but when I see a small-time villain and a dubious gangster hanging out, I think it may be worse, right?

Mizuki: Wrong. Occult club does only strange things, not bad things!

Hayate: Fine. Can i see the kittens please?

Runa: Do you still have doubts? They're adorable enough that I will show them to you, though.

They're so cute that you may faint!

There's a cardboard box under that tree. There are five kittens inside. Don't be scared and hold them very gently.

Hyahya~♪ They tickle my hand!

Hayate: Ah. Very cute kittens. Hiiragi, did you always had a heart?

Runa: Shut up. We are trying to be good people. In the end, these kittens will also improve our reputation...Hey, stop it! You're going to turn my hands into paper noodles~!

Mizuki: But Hiiragi is quite fond of cats, isn't she?

I wonder if that head scarf of her smells like catnip?

Runa: My head scarf has a nice smell because i use special detergent. I'm sure that's why it's able to fully exert its effect.

Hayate: Hmm. Let's see…

Woah!?

Runa: Hey, who the hell said it stinks?! How dare you criticize my "Shu-kun" that's been passed down for generations. I knew I was wrong to trust Yogiri!

Hayate: You're cringe Hiiragi. Why don't you just put perfume on it instead of calling it "Shu-kun''?

Runa: *makes angry noises*

Hayate: *makes angry noises back*

Mizuki: Hey, you two. Putting aside the fact that you don't get along, if you keep going like this the sun will go down without you doing anything.

They say even cats don't care about a couple's quarrel. The kittens seem to be dozing off in disgust, too~? Ahahaha. They're so honest and cute. Good, good...♪

[wrecklessimagine]

Hello, everyone. Life has been challenging, and the post-pandemic existence is rough. My therapist encouraged me to find the last time I remembered being truly content, and I couldn't tear myself away from this blog. So, maybe writing will help give me some hope again. And, maybe, for you guys, too.

This story takes place after the last season of Criminal Minds. Things fall through with the girl we see him with because of the pandemic. In this multi-chapter fic, we will see a fully adult, grown Spencer, with his traumas, memories, and his addiction. He will still be running his one-month-on-one-month-teaching schedule as well.

For what it's worth, I hope you guys enjoy it.

Take Two

Staring at the blank walls of your new apartment, darkness overcame you. The sun finally set behind the tall concrete buildings that surrounded your new apartment, shrouding your uncurtained windows in the twinkling lights from the street. Cars raced past. People talked and laughed as they rushed by. The built-in bookshelves loomed over you with their empty caverns, seemingly laughing at the pathetic expanse of what you brought with you.

Six suitcases and two cardboard boxes.

That was all you had after six years of marriage. Six years of laughter. Six years of tears. Six years, two apartments, one rented home, and a broken heart.

Broken mind.

Broken soul...

The divorce had been hard.

The cold, harsh metal of the apartment keys in your hand contrasted the warmth cascading down your cheeks. Your entire foundation had crumbled beneath you. The man you thought you'd spend forever with left you for another woman.

Another couple, actually.

The divorce had been really hard.

It took you two and a half years to get back on your feet. To find some semblance of normalcy. To wrap your head around the fact that the divorce had, in fact, happened. That your ex-spouse wasn't, in fact, coming back. That it wasn't, in fact, a nightmare. That you really, honestly, were alone again. After baring your soul. Baring your past. Baring your body...

...to someone who threw you away like trash.

"Guess it could be worse," you muttered to yourself as you shoved the keys into the back pocket of your jeans.

That was the motto of the last two and a half years.

Guess it could be worse.

Looking around at the dark green walls trimmed with black accents, you heaved a heavy sigh. You had no furniture. No decorations. No pictures. Nothing but your clothes, toiletries, and the few books you owned.

The mere idea of rebuilding exhausted your dwindling energy stores.

Knock, knock, knock. "Hello?"

You whipped around at the sound of the lilting voice behind you. "Huh?"

The door to your apartment creaked open, revealing a tall, slender man with curious hazel eyes and brown hair that could only be described as dramatic.

He waved his slender fingers in the air softly. "Hello, new neighbor."

You blinked. "Across the hall?"

He thumbed over his shoulder. "Yep, that's me."

"Do you always go around opening random people's doors?"

He didn't skip a beat. "The door was cracked already."

"Oh."

His soft smile grew cockeyed. "Hi."

You nodded slowly. "Hello."

You watched as he peeked around the edge of the door at your empty new apartment. God, you could only imagine what he thought.

"I'm Spencer, by the way," the man said as he held out his hand when the door has finally swung all the way open.

You looked at it before walking toward him, shaking his hand softly. "Y/N."

His cockeyed smile grew, lighting up his eyes. "Well, it's nice to finally have a neighbor."

You still hadn't dropped his hand. "Finally?"

He snickered, not dropping your hand either. "Yeah. It's been vacant for a little while."

"Why? This place haunted or something?"

His smile grew so big that it closed his eyes. "You'd think so, with how hard my landlord's been trying to fill the place."

"I'll let you know if the ghosts come with any juicy gossip."

He chuckled. "Perfect. I love a good bit of gossip."

Was it weird to still be holding the man's hand? Yes, you determined, it's still very weird. So, you quickly dropped it and cleared your throat.

"Sorry about that," you mumbled beneath your breath.

The man named Spencer cleared his throat. "Well, I don't wanna hold you up. I just wanted to introduce myself. You know, neighbor to neighbor."

You turned back to your empty apartment. "I appreciate that."

"And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to knock on my door. This month, I'll be home a great deal more than usual."

Your brow ticked in curiosity and you peered over your shoulder. "This month?"

He nodded as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "It's my work schedule. I travel heavily for a month, then I stay put and teach for a month."

That turned your body back toward him. Like a gravitational pull you couldn't escape. "What do you teach?"

He snickered as he tilted his head. "Sure you wanna know? It's kind of... dark."

You felt your curiosity piquing for the first time since your divorce. In fact, the conversation with your newfound neighbor was the longest one you'd had with anyone since your divorce.

And you didn't hate it.

"You'd be surprised what I can tolerate," you said.

The man's eyes grew focused as he stared you down. Almost as if he were studying you.

"I work for the FBI," he said after clearing his throat. "When I'm not out on cases, I'm teaching classes on profiling serial killers."

You felt your eyebrows hike up onto your forehead. "Wow."

"What do you do?"

"Nothing as impressive as you."

A grin ticked his cheek. "You do me, huh?"

You sucked in a short breath of air. "No, no. Not like that. I just meant--."

He chuckled again. "I know what you meant. Just trying to break the tension."

The sound wafted over you like red wine over a King's tongue. Velveteen and soft, it was as innocent as they came. You felt it disarming your senses. Your nostrils flared. Your shoulders relaxed. Your breathing leveled out. And as the ending sound trickled from his lips, you found yourself wanting to illicit the sound again.

It was the first time something had been pleasant since your divorce.

The first time you felt anything since your divorce.

"So," your new neighbor said as he took the smallest of steps through the door's threshold, "do you have any furniture that needs to come up?"

Reality came slamming into you and you quickly turned away from him. "No."

"Well, if it's coming later, I could-."

You sighed heavily. "I don't have furniture coming because I don't have furniture."

"Oh."

Your shoulders tightened again as you steeled yourself against the world. You'd wasted enough of your neighbor's precious time. After all, he had more important things to do. Lives to save.

Lives that were more important than yours.

"It was lovely meeting you, new neighbor Spencer."

His voice came soft, as if he were trying not to spook a fawn. "The pleasure is mine."

"If you don't mind, could you close the door in your way out?

"Of course. It was nice to meet you, new neighbor Y/N."

You shook your head softly as tears arrested your voice. "Your attempt at a compliment is kind, but not necessary. Have a good evening."

He paused for a long time. "You, too."

And the second you heard your door click closed, you let the tears fall. Tears you allowed to flood your neck as you waited for his door across the hall to open... and close.

Before your trembling hands snatched your car keys off the kitchen countertop.

I need an air mattress.

[sanjoongie]

Topaz! Congrats on your 1-yer Tumblr anniversary! I was waiting for you to open a taglist because I wanted to be added SO badly. In any case, the prompt I'm giving you for this taglist opening is "You want me to shut up? Kiss me then." This could be any ateez member you think it fits best with !!

Congrats again!!

~Topaz: ooof well i'm glad i opened the taglist then! don't ask what this is, i just went with it lmao >&lt;

Boo!

✧Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) ✧Genre: smut, crack?, thriller ✧Au: ghost hunter ✧Word Count: 1,284 ✧Warnings: fingering (f receiving), breast play, public sex, penetrative sex with a barrier ✧Rated: 18+ MDNI

"You want me to shut up? Kiss me then."

Wooyoung really hates that that is what left his mouth when you told him to stop babbling behind you. You turned around with a face that said you were disappointed in him.

"Why did you ask me to do this with you if you were going to be this scared?" You demanded.

Yup, Wooyoung was going to die. Clearly you hated him now and he had lost all chances of ever having you fall madly in love with him.

Wooyoung laughed, scratched the back of his head and stared at the barren wall beside him. "What are you talking about? I'm having fun."

You rolled your eyes at him. The two of you were ghost hunting. Wooyoung had gotten sick and spent a week binge watching some ghost hunter series and now he was addicted. He begged you to come with him to an abandoned mall. Wooyoung showed you all of the accounts that proved it was haunted and you had mocked him.

"Then let's go and prove me wrong!" He challenged you.

And that's how you ended up where you were. Wooyoung clung to your side, cheek smooshed against your shoulder, cursing and yelling at every movement of a shadow. You kicked a random pebble and Wooyoung almost lifted you up and ran out of there. Well, he did in fact wrap himself more firmly around you, which involved palming your boob and making you moan.

The two of you froze. Wooyoung didn’t even let go of your boob, he was like a deer caught in the headlights. And you couldn't believe that you had made that noise. It just so happened that your breasts were sensitive today and you had not been expecting to get any action like that, so you had worn a very soft, very free bralette. And then Wooyoung experimentally squeezed again and you whimpered before snapping to it.

You slapped his hand and backed out of his grasp. “What. The. Fuck. Was. That. Jung. Woo. Young?!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Wooyoung began to yell in his shrill voice, clearly panicking. 

“The first time or the second time, sir?!” You sent him a look of pure disbelief.

“Okay, maybe the second time was to see if--”

You pushed Wooyoung, palm flat against his chest, cutting him off and making him ‘oof’ as his back hit the wall of a shoe store. “Why did I agree to this? Was this your plan all along? Get me scared in some spooky location so that I would be all over you?”

Wooyoung smiled painfully and you rolled your eyes. “Of course it was. I swear to God, our friendship is over as of now.” You turned on your heel and began to walk back the way you came.

“Wait!” Wooyoung wailed, following you closely.

“I knew I should have listened to Yeosang, but noooooo,” You berated yourself, “I have to be nice. I have to do a solid for Wooyoung.” You blew a raspberry at your own naivete. 

Then a random cardboard standee in front of a beauty store fell down and scared the shit out of the two of you. Wooyoung took the moment to dash to your side once again. “Please don’t leave me here alone” He begged.

“You probably have San in here making all the scary stuff happen!” You insisted, “Come out, Choi. I’ll beat your ass along with Wooyoung’s!”

You marched over to the standee, despite Wooyoung desperately pulling at your hand. “Please, don’t piss off the ghosts anymore, please--!” He cursed when a pane of glass fell from the second floor… right in front of the both of you. 

You were silent, unsure exactly what to do next. The instances of these circumstances were certainly suspicious but you didn’t believe in ghosts… right?

“Wooyoung,” You said, pulling Wooyoung closer to you with his hand still in yours.

“Mmm?” He said quietly, letting you tug him to your body.

“You and I are going to tone down our yelling,” You suggested, “And then we are going to leave. Peacefully.”

“I think that sounds about right,” Wooyoung agreed.

You took a few steps around the shattered glass, careful of the pieces, and turned around, eyes scanning everywhere for even a hint of someone--or something--about. Then some eerie music began to play and it sounded like it was coming from the speakers of the mall itself. That was the last straw on the camel's back. You and Wooyoung sprinted to the entrance of the mall, hightailing it out of there. 

The result of the run and the adrenaline had you two all over each other regardless of your original horror. In broad daylight, Wooyoung had your shirt and bralette pushed up over your chest so that he could suck and slobber all over your tits. You made all the pretty moans for him and Wooyoung felt like his corduroys were a torture that his dick would never escape. Once he spit on his fingers and started rubbing you under your leggings, he was a goner. Your fucked out expression while he pulled at your nipple with his teeth was exactly what he wanted.

Wooyoung promptly pulled his fingers from inside of you and took a step back. Your bewildered expression was certainly cute but he did his best to keep a smug expression off his face. You frowned at him and clearly he had failed in that regard. “What are you doing now?”

Wooyoung attempted to look contrite. “Can I fuck you?”

You’re about to make a mean comment like Wooyoung can suffer for all you care, but once careful look at his pelvis lets you know that Wooyoung is positively vibrating for the chance to fuck you. “I don’t suppose you have a condom?”

Wooyoung pulled a foil package from his pocket. “I don’t leave the house without one.”

“Did you think you were going to fuck a ghost and thought ‘I better not make the antichrist?’?” You demanded.

Wooyoung eagerly wiggled down his corduroys, ripped the package with his teeth and rolled the condom confidently down his length. “I watched that season of American Horror Story with you, remember?”

You rolled your eyes but let Wooyoung turn you around with hands on your hips. You braced yourself against the stucco wall of the mall. Wooyoung aids you in pulling one of your legs out of your leggings, so that he can push your underwear to the side. You cocked your free leg to give him access and then with a grunt, Wooyoung is inside of you. He helped you hold your leg aloft, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your thigh as he rolls his hips against your ass.

“Oh fuck, that’s exactly what I needed to take the edge off,” Wooyoung moaned.

You’d love to be able to back talk but are trying very hard to keep it in on how much Wooyoung’s dick is affecting you. You pressed your lips inward, squeezing your eyes shut, but you let out a tiny whimper. If Wooyoung had been any less pussy drunk, he might have teased you, but he was in a similar position. He almost wished he had told you he didn’t have a condom. If you felt this good around him now, imagine how good you’d be for him if he fucked you raw?

Wooyoung was going to have to thank San, Yeosang and Mingi later for helping him get here. But for now, he was going to enjoy fucking you to an orgasm and never letting you live it down that you fucked outside an abandoned mall in broad daylight after being scared by ‘ghosts’.

Taglist game is closed! Just clearing out all the ones that made it through the deadline~ enjoyyyyyy

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #227

BBS Dialogue & Sentence Starter Prompts: [ 8 ]

SMII7Y

He’s gotta be glitched.

We gotta kill him.

They’re going to fucking chiptole.

Shut up and kiss me.

Someone else should look at this, I'm not smart enough for this, I'm gonna put it down.

This fucking room is a mess.

Wait, what, shut the fuck up.

Get this fucker out of here.

Open that up, bitch.

I’m gonna read this, kay.

Someone just broke shit.

I’m stealing all the jewelry.

This is a Goddamn ouija board, I ain’t doing this shit.

Bro, I’m having a blast, I love this shit.

These two are playing their own game, I love it.

That’s fucking creepy, bro.

Why are we happy about this, we just disturbed a demon.

I don’t think this is going to end well.

What the fuck, ya’ll just doing shit.

I hate this so much.

BIGPUFFER

How do you go so high?

Why are you stealing his dentures?

It's like nothing even fucking happened.

You're a terrible host.

You stupid little whore.

This is not how it's supposed to go.

We lost that helicopter, didn't we?

Hello, my friend, drop the fucking money!

It's a fucking pirate ship.

Thank you, get in.

NOGLA

I just want this to end!

Fuck it, I want to win.

I'm just going to put it in the bathtub and go to sleep.

It didn't quite work.

What the fuck do you have in the back?

Let’s go, we actually have a group name.

I’m not spending a penny.

That’s a really bad tattoo.

I thought that was fitting…considering our group.

Why would I lie?

VANOSSGAMING

Guys, look what I found.

Now you can’t shoot backwards.

There’s someone in that room, I think.

All things considered, that was pretty close.

It’s a cardboard cut out of a fucking soldier.

Just say the word.

Doesn't mean we just chillax and take naps like you're currently doing.

Oh, you're still trying to get the mugger.

You've been here since Tuesday.

I should probably shut up.

GRIZZY

Just give it to me.

I'm glad we were all confused.

Hold the fuck up.

Yeah, that's what I'm fucking wondering, they're fucking panicking.

I know how this will end.

I feel like I'm on an acid trip.

I look like a goddamn uber driver.

You're lucky I can't shoot for some reason.

That's a terrible impression.

It's our birthday!

BLARG

I probably deserved that.

I want that one, give me that one.

Nah, I want this one.

I can't afford no drinks.

No, I didn't, I tried to scare you.

Sounds like my grandpa when I steal his dentures while he's taking a nap.

I wanted to try them on.

Yeah, I'm getting tired of picking those up.

How long do you think I can stand on this bridge before I die?

I could go make some food…

WILDCAT

Someone fucking kill him please before he finishes the story.

Well, I didn't go in, I killed your bitch ass outside before you can escape.

We're doing some work now.

Wiped out, baby, let's go.

Oh come on, it's so close.

It might be the same…

Who's this little guy?

I was just petting him.

They're all addicts, what is this?

What's at the end of the rainbow?

MOO

Oh, I think it's the spirit box you dropped when you screamed like a girl.

Do we have a motion sensor setup?

Sounds like you're getting abducted.

Sir, are you playing Cash Royale?

I couldn't make up my mind if I wanted to fake you out or not.

It's nowhere close.

The train's coming!

Hey, he took mine!

Check this out.

You guys left while I was surrounded by zombies.

[jake-kcat]

[ ANDROID AU ]

[ PART 1]

[ THE BEGINNING ]

It was a warm sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. A small man standing at 4'9 walked out of the house, holding a cardboard box. He walked down the driveway and to a car putting the box in the trunk of the vehicle. "Come on Copia, hurry up. You're going to be late to this nerd con!" He called out as a man, standing at 5'7 walked out the door with a box in his hands. Copia wore a red sweater vest, black pants with a stripped blue and white tie with a black button up shirt.

Copia furrowed his brows, looking at the other man before giving a small sigh with an eyeroll "I'm coming Terzo! Geez." He walked down the pourch stairs. "that should be the last of the boxes. "It's not a nerd con, it's a convention for people like myself to showcase their creations" he corrected his older brother as he put the last box in the trunk before closing the hood. "Same difference" Terzo laughed with a grin on his face. He liked to tease his brother about things like this but yet he was also proud of how smart the robotic scientists was. Terzo then opened the passenger door of the car. "Lets get this show on the road and wow these assholes and show them a *real* genuis!" He laughed and honked the horn to get his brother moving faster.

Copia shook his head with a small smile, what a pain in the ass his brother was but they were close, very close. "Terzo stop that!" He walked to the drivers side if the car, getting in and pulling out of the driveway and onto the road towards the city.

While driving into town. Terzo scrolling through his phone with a smile. He checked a message on his phone as his smile soon faded. Shit... This isn't good. His money situation wasn't the best he puts his phone down as he sat there awkwardly, rubbing his tighs nervously before forcing a small smile on his face. The smaller man looked over at Copia "hey... Uh... Fratello. Can I ask you a favour...?" Terzo said quietly but tried not to make it obvious that something was wrong. Copia glanced at his brother, raising a brow. "I'm wondering if I could borrow some money off you...? I- I'll pay it back, I promise!" He said nervously as Copia glared over at Terzo.

"What happened to the money I lent you last time?" Copia's tone was low and cold. Again, he asked him for money and he thinks he knows exactly the reason why. Terzo frowned and remained silent avoiding eye contact "uhm.." was the only thing that came out from the small man. Copia bared his teeth "You were gambling again! Weren't you?!" He raised his tone at the other. He couldn't believe this... well he could but he was upset at the fact that Terzo would gamble his money away, leaving him to go bankrupt.

"Y... Yes..." Terzo mumbled, not looking at Copia. "Terzo! You have a family to take care of, your addiction is getting out of hand!" The scientist snapped as Terzo forrowed his brows. "Out of hand?! Hey I'm doing better than I was! Its not a fucking addiction!" Terzo snaps back. "What about you? You're always wasting your money on shit that barely works half the fucking time!" He argued. This did hurt Copia a bit. "OH! YOU- at least I have a stable job to afford this shit, Terzo! Unlike you, who doesn't even have a fucking education or enough brains to know how to work a damn toaster!" Terzo had an offended look on his face yet surprised at Copia. He sat back in the seat and looked out the window silently, "whatever" he mumbled.

Terzo noticed Copia run the red light at the intersection. Terzo's eyes widen seeing a truck come towards them "Copia- COPIA!" He yelled but before Copia could react, all that was heard was a horn and crash.

The truck crashed head into Terzo's side of the car, knocking them off the road, glass and parts flying up from both vehicles.

Copia opened his eyes and groaned. Everything just happened to fast. His ears were ringing as he felt around to regain his sight "Terzo...?" He called out to his brother weakly. Once his vision cleared up, he rubs his head and looked over at Terzo as his eyes widened, his jaw dropped as he looked over his brother. Terzo was mangled he coughed up blood wheezing. Copia stared at his brother with horror and panic in his eyes, seeing a large piece if metal impale the small man's torso, the only thing keeping his big brother alive was his adrenaline.

"Terzo!" Copia tried to move to help his brother but his seat belt retrained him, holding him against he seat. Copia starts tugging on the belt, forgetting about the intense pain in his left arm he was focused on trying to help his brother who was starting to fade in an out of consciousness. "Terzo hold on!" He called out to his brother with tears welled up in his eyes, he let out soft whimpers of distress. He couldn't lose his brother, not yet away, not like this. "Stay with me Fratello! Per favore!"

Copia heard the sirens of an ambulance and fire truck, feeling some relief. He looked over at Terzo who's head then went limp. "Terzo... Terzo wake up! TERZO!" He called out, but it was already too late. Terzo was dead.

Firefighters got the doors open as paramedics got them out. Copia sat on the gurney watching the other group wheel Terzo's covered body over to another truck. His mind was still trying to process everything that happened he felt tears roll down his cheeks as he was lifted into the back of an ambulance to take him away to the hospital.

[samfuckassbobwinchester]

Summary: Summary: Bobby, Sam, Katherine and Dean come together to celebrate Deans 16th birthday.

Trigger warnings: Curses, Mentions of John Winchester (I very much dislike the man), mentions of sex like once.

Authors Note: Writing fanfiction is literally so much fun and kinda addicting. Here's a tiny piece I had done and liked. Let me know what y'all think, I'm still kinda new to supernatural but I love the show too much to not try and write something. Just a huge flashback piece really, family fluff. The italics are flashbacks. My grammar is also shaky, it is edited just as a far warning. Hope y'all like it 🤎.

Word Count: 9.7k

Apple pie life: 1995

January 24th/ 1995

Bobby stood at the door as the large white dog sat beside him. They watched as Katherine cracked open the box, spilling all the pieces out in a heap on the table. Bobby looked up at Katherine, as Jackie walked over hopping up on a chair sitting with Katherine. "Well hello ma'am, don't we look pretty today?" She asked, scratching under Jackie's chin, kissing the side of her head before she continued making an outline of the border. He picked up the box," Snakes of the Garden?" He asked picking up the cardboard box and inspected the picture on the front.

The front was covered in leaves and scattered flowers. Varying in size and colour, some red and some white. There was even a light pink one. And there were four snakes in total: A red one with white triangles going down its back into a winding tail. A yellow one with white markings, swirl like markings on its body. A beige one that out of all three was the only one with a true snake skin like etchings on it in black. And lastly another beige one covered in yellow dots. "Yup," Katherine said, not looking up as she began sorting out the snake and flower pieces into separate piles," Sam thought I would like it. So Dean got it for him."

Bobby returned the box to the table this time laying it flat and putting it in front of Katherine. Bobby began noticing the all too familiar wrinkle between her eyebrows,"When you say got…" Bobby asked, looking at the young girl in front of him. She snorted looking up at Bobby,"I think we all know Dean's way of getting things. But it's okay cause he's the shit." "Language." "He is … really really cool." Bobby shook his head, grabbing the brim of his hat and scratching his head with it before sliding it back into place. "You're hanging out with those idjits to much." Katherine scooted the flower piles and snake piles to the right of the table and moved all the greenery farther to the left side of the table as she began building the border. "But those idjits are my best friends."

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The loud thundering of Baby racing down the dead highway as Dean tried pushing the limits for going past the speed limit. Sam gripped the seatbelt that held him to the chair as he watched the trees and night whip past the car. " I can't believe Dad gave you the car." Sam scoffed as they continued racing down the hall,"Slow down, why don't you? We're gonna attract the cops attention." Dean laughed it off turning up Bad to the Bone," Sammy you'll understand when you're older." " You're 4 years older than me." Sam called back, Dean raised a finger,"Older " Dean said laughing reaching over and ruffling Sam hair. He thumped his fingers along the steering wheel," Look Sammy for once in a long while we won't be with dad. We basically get the night off."

Sam shook his head in rhetorical disappointment,"You do realize how sad that sounds right." Dean thinks it over as he pulls his eyebrows together,"You're 12, what do you know." Dean raised a hand waving him off,"Look point is for the next however long until he gets back. Yes, it's shitty that he just walks, but it's his job. And our job as kids is to help make his life easier and just roll with the punches." Dean explained looking out the front windshield. He was in awe of their not being a cloud in the sky. Nothing illuminating but the beautiful bursts of energy floating above. Dean was in a good mood.

He has Sammy, he got the car, he got the cassettes, he even got that ridiculously to big leather jacket his dad loved. All signs were pointing to Dean. And there was nothing that could have possibly put that on a halt. It wasn't very often Dean felt like he was genuinely winning in life. He would relish in his winning, even if his winnings were hand me downs that had nothing to do with Dean. That it had everything to do with John unloading anything he can onto Dean. "Yes except when Dad comes back to us to take those punches out on us." Sam said disgruntled as continued staring out the window.

"You know I don't know why you are so pessimistic about having a day off. Just be happy about the fact that we are not on a hunt. You won't have school, I finally got a set of wheel-" "That is on a loaner." Sam pointed out,"I finally have a set of wheels," Dean started talking over Sam," I promise, Dad won't lay a hand on you as long as I'm alive, okay? Like I said enough of the pasamissim, I don't get in a good mood often don't kill it." Dean finished off smiling at Sammy as he lowered the volume a smidge,"You get some sleep, we'll be at uncle Bobby's by tomm-" "So it doesn't bother you when he ships us off to uncle Bobby's out of convenience?" Dean thought over Sam's question,"I think it's not my place to ask and it shouldn't be yours. Dad knows what he is doing. Trust me, go to sleep." "Bu-" " Sam."

Dean took a deep breath as he tightened a hold on the wheel subtly. "Just enjoy the road trip with your big brother." Sam looked down at his hands as he began picking at the ends of his hoodie. He nodded and laid his head against the window, closing his eyes. Head bumping the window every now and again as the drive continued. Dean's eyes flickered over to Sam's now leaning figure as he got comfortable. He reached behind him in the back seat grabbing his jacket. He slowed the car down to open it and lay it on Sam. He laid a soft hand on his shoulder and left it there a few seconds removing it and started driving again.

If there was anything Dean hated more in life than Sam not having stability. Is Sam asking questions he can't answer, he understands that this is their life. He understands that the life they have is about surviving and not living. He also understands how he hates it, but endures it for Sammy. Dean couldn't picture a day where he would leave Sammy alone. The thought brought very little comfort like a shock blanket being given to someone for comfort. He just hoped nearly prayed, he was more than temporary comfort for Sam. Dean cleared his throat plastering that good ole Winchester smile on and kept thinking about how he lucked out. I got Baby.

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He smiled as he pulled into the familiar auto shop. The familiar rows of cars filled his sight as he pulled into the garage. Going to his usual side, putting the car in park. Dean cut the engine pulling the keys from the ignition turning towards Sam staring a minute before growing a villainous smirk. He grabbed Sam's shoulders quickly, shaking him yelling incoherently. "WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!" Sam yelled in distress and he swung his arms wildly around him. Dean began laughing so hard tears rolled down his cheeks watching his brother have a full on meltdown.

He wished he grabbed his camera in time. Sam breathed heavily finally opening his eyes looking to the fiend to his left,"What the shit dude!?" "We're here grab your bag." Dean said, grabbing the jacket from the seat where it fell from Sam's body. He grabbed the door handle pulling it open,"Jerk," Sam called out to his older brother as he stepped out of the car. "Bitch." Dean called before closing the door to Baby as he coughed still laughing from earlier events. He welcomed the cold air of South Dakota as his cheeks quickly reddened from the cold weather quickly rushing on his jacket making his way quickly to the trunk. Grabbing his bag and Sammy's reaching up to close the trunk.

He grabbed the trunk lid slamming it shut seeing Sam come around the corner. "Again you choose to come visit Bobby during the coldest month because?" Dean shook his head,"It's not about the cold. Come on." He jerked his head towards the house as they made the trek. Making it to the door Sam rubbed his hands together breathing into them as his ears turned pink, Dean knocked harshly onto the door waiting for the familiar old face to greet them. But no one did, so Dean knocked again, this time being met with loud barking that rang from dean assumed upstairs as it raced closer and closer to the door. "Maybe he isn't home?" Sam asked from behind Dean, "He isn't but Jackie is."

Thank god for key copying. He slid the key into the hole and twisted it. As soon as he opened the door he met with the large white ball plowing straight into him, knocking him on his back as the white dog began barking and whining in excitement licking Dean's face. Sam just looked at the two patting Jackie on the head walking in the house leaving his brother on the porch. As he opened the door stepping into his familiar home. Same smell it had been for years: smoke, whiskey and spice. One he welcomed with open arms as he opened the doors holding it for Sammy as he stepped into the house. "Uncle Bobby?" Sam called out, again being met with silence. "Thanks for the help Sammy." Dean said, finally walking behind Sammy and Jackie trotted in quickly as Dean closed the door.

Sam turned and looked at Dean and shrugged confused,"What do we do?" Dean shrugged back,"Go upstairs and unpack sleep, unwind you get the point." Dean smiled sarcastically, finding purchase on Bobby's couch laying down pulling a blanket he saw on the arm pulling it on top of him and passed out. Jackie follows and sleeps on the floor at Dean's head. Sam looked at Dean and shook his head at him. He grabbed Dean's fallen boots and placed them by the end of the couch and placed his bag next to them. He turned around to go up the stairs and spotted the fallen coat that laid a stray on the ground. He walked over picking it up dusting it off before placing it on a hook by the door. He turned walking to the staircase making his way up the steps turning to the left going to the familiar spare bedroom.

He twisted the cool iron door handle and pushed the door open. He smiled as he was met with the simple bedroom. A simple rectangle gray rug laid on the wooden floor, to the left center there was a simple bed, the sheets black and the bedding blue and two white pillows. Although if he were being honest they were more faded blue thrifted quilts Bobby had found finding more kids would be in the house and didn't want them to freeze. On both sides of the bed lay bedside tables one had a lamp and the other had a light up light switch. That when you lifted the switch up and down the tiny box illuminated. Bobby had this when he found the boy sprawled out on either side of the bed at times reading or doing homework and deciding it would be easier if Sam had multiple storage areas.

Sam walked over to the bed and looked out the window that sat across from him. It looked into the woods, while comforting for some. It left Sam with a feeling of unease. Since he was a kid it was a nasty feeling ripple that feeling like someone wrapped their hands around his spine and squeezed. Also realizing he was in Bobby's house his body went back relaxing knowing that here he had no reason to be afraid. But that didn't stop him from sleeping with the window closed and curtain covering it and sleeping with his back to it. He sat down onto the bed and leaned down untying his shoes leaving them on the floor going straight under the covers knocking his duffle bag onto the floor with a thud as he drifted off.

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"Pie crust last thing kid?" He asked the young girl holding onto the arm band she wore kept sliding down her arm. Occasionally she would slide it back up, but now she let it hang just above her elbow,"Kid?" She looked up at Bobby nodding her head,"I said yes." She looked straight ahead as Bobby grabbed one of the red and blue boxes, putting it in the cart. He began pushing it forward as they made their way out of the market to checkout Katherine as she began unloading the ingredients onto the checkout belt. Out of the corner of her eye she saw key chains and she walked over the few feet and looked over them. Some say I love South Dakota, some have the state itself. Initials, names, animals, letters etc.

She kept looking and saw a cartoon section, she was excited. She read Jem, thundercats, my neighbour Totoro. She had to make a mental reminder to watch it with the boys another day. Her personal favourite smurfs, Scooby Doo, and her eyes struck gold meeting garfield. She grabbed the keychain handing it to Bobby as he was going to pay walking back other to him holding the edge of his vest that he wore. Once everything was paid and bagged she helped Bobby put the bags in the cart and once again took her place at the edge my Bobby as they left. She told the lady thank you as they made their exit going to Bobby's brown mustang.

They unloaded all of the bags into Bobby's trunk and it slammed closed,"Can I go out the cart back?" The old man nodded at the girl as he leaned against the driver's side watching her push the cart to the cart holder. Katherine's little feet padded quickly as she burst into a sprint coming back to the car. A small victory made her face light up," Big yearold task complete." She said with a resounding smile as she put her hands on her hips. Bobby held a private proud smile on his lips as he raised his hand (more lowered) to her tiny frame as they made a resounding clap when they met. "Front or back?" Bobby asked offering Katherine the choice, sometimes she liked to sit up front to feel older and powerful with the speed. But also the majority of the time the speed sometimes felt like a lot for Katherine. She often found solace in not being directly in the eye of the beast.

Even if the beast was something as small as a clear windshield. But she found comfort in the seatbelt and being behind the man she saw nothing but stars and radiance for. "Backseat!" She said with a laugh as Bobby opened the door for her as she climbed into the car he closed the door behind her turning around to his door opening it and swinging it open. You could hear the groan in the hinges with age and maybe rust. "You all good to go kid?" Bobby asked as he reached out to close the car door. He looked into the rear view, Katherine nodded excitedly as she held onto the key chain like her life depended on it. A subtle smile crawled its way onto Bobby's face as he backed up and drove out of the store parking lot making the familiar trek home.

For a moment Bobby felt very domestic with Katherine in the backseat, the windows down just driving. How when he heard the car door hinges practically scream, he would give it to her when she was older or even build her one, teach her to build one. He for a moment, wanted to give this little girl everything he had missed, and things he didn't know he missed. Like having another person around, when Conrad brought Katherine to the house he felt something different waking up, the feeling of someone being there. In your home that you want to also be theirs, and nothing beats the sound of the laughter that haunts the walls. And he wouldn't do anything to take it back either. For a moment he could picture giving her the car as she graduated. For a moment he could hear the bickering between Katherine and Dean arguing about who got the better car. And how Dean was automatically awesome for getting a car before her. Katherine's counter argument would be he was way older, he would be that he is just swag shit cool no matter what he did. And Sam looking to Bobby for help.

But instead he would ignore Sam's desperate cry for help and drink the beer as he watched the two old friends for the upteempth time, as they got into it. Sometimes although Bobby didn't want to admit it, sometimes privately he would be thankful for this dad experience he got in helping raise these kids. That despite never having kids because he was so afraid of being a carbon copy of his dad. That he would break them, and kids are pure and shouldn't have to go through what he did. Even if he understands way later on down the line, he himself was just a kid. So he would be the person he wished he had when he was younger. Because that's how it goes right? You become the person you wished you had in your life? So he tried his damndest to create a world where monsters(at least the ones who lived within your four walls) couldn't exist. Who knew the worst kind of trouble would be the kind that couldn't be held in devil's traps.

But he was her father, same for Sam and Dean. Bobby would do anything for his kids no matter what. Because of them he was able to learn blood don't end in family and it was something he ingrained into his kids. Like as you grow, life goes to shit sometimes, and in those times you meet the most unlikely of people. Some that may save you, some that may kill you, and some that may change you. It's okay to have people you never imagine being in your corner, and okay if you find a home in the most unlikely of places. Home isn't about where you sleep, it's about where you laugh and make memories. It's about where you can wake up and go to sleep and know you have a constant. That you wake up with a feeling of content that this situation what you have been fighting for. But the thing isn't you shouldn't have to fight for the right to live. Atleat that's what Bobby is still learning.

It's about the places when you walk into rooms and hear the echoes of the conversation. It's about looking at the people around you and seeing the snot nosed little shits they once were. Seeing how they have grown either with you, around you or without you. And it's okay if they do grow away. Sometimes people are only in your life for what you need. Nothing more than a short time. But that was a bit too sappy for Bobby's blood so he would just put it as be smart and not idiots, and use your brains, idjits. Or something along the lines of that. "Do you think he'll like it grandpa?" Katherine asked swiping the hair that had gotten in her face from the cracked window. "Of course he will kid. He can eat a pie under 30 minutes of you let em, and your even making his favourite one. I do smell favouritism but yes he will like it. He'll even like the keychain. Why'd you get it? He doesn't drive?"

"Because he's gonna get Uncle John's car." She says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Bobby laughed in surprise,"You really think John's gonna give Dean that tank. He loves that car." "Of course he will, everything's that's Uncle John's Dean eventually gets. Including the unnecessary trauma. Plus he reminds me of how Dad gave everything or most of his hunting things passing it to Henry. Highly possible." He nods at her. Jesus, alright then. They pulled back into the Singer auto shop and put his car into park closer to the house. He turned the car off unbuckling his seat beat as he got out closing his door. Reaching for the passenger side holding it open for Katherine as she slides out of the car,"Thank you." She said walking to the trunk,"No problem kid." Bobby said, closing it, opening the trunk, grabbing their bags, holding one and setting another on the ground.

He reached up, closing the trunk as he grabbed the bag on the ground while nodding his head to Katherine as they walked to the front door. Katherine grabbed Bobby's keys from his vest pocket and bounded to the screen door, opening it and unlocking the front door. She held it open for Bobby as she stepped off to the side untying her shoes, peeling them off, and putting them by the front door. Making a mental note to bring them up to her room. Bobby walked towards the kitchen as Katherine said,"I'll be back in two seconds Grandpa!" Katherine shouted racing up the stairs to her room opening the door and tossing her shoes in. Quickly making her way downstairs,"Jackie!" Katherine whistled coming down the stairs hearing the jingle of Jackie's collar in the living room. She walked over to the couch seeing Jackie she leaned down scratching her head as her eyes flickered to the couch.

"Dean!" She screamed out, launching herself at the older Winchester. Excitement filled her entire being she thought she might start vibrating with the feeling. Katherine was expecting to see the brothers way later in the evening, definitely not around three pm. Dean jumped in fright as Bobby came marching around the corner, gun in hand. Katherine quickly threw herself back,"Wait where's Samuel?" Without waiting for an answer she quickly got off the confused half asleep boy and startedstowards the stairs. Stopping running back kissing dean on the head and going back up to the stairs,"SAMUEL!" Katherine yelled running up the stairs tripping on the last one catching herself on the railing. Not letting that deter her she ran to the guest room throwing the door open running to the bed. She jumped on it, spying a familiar head of brown hair, she began shaking him.

"Sam, Sam, Sam." Sam grumbled awake as he began swatting the hands away,"Dean not again leave me alone." "Sam, it's Katherine. Wake up!" She huffed/whined out still shaking the young man. Sam pushed the shaking arms off as he sat up blinking the sleep from his eyes. Finally opening his eyes and everything focused back into place, in front of him sat a very impatiently awaiting girl, waiting for him to get up. A familiar tug hit his heart seeing Katherine,"You awake now loser?" Katherine asked, Sam nodded and opened his arms to hug Katherine and she excitedly accepted it hugging the younger Winchester back. "What are y'all doing here so early, I thought Uncle John wasn't bringing y'all till later?" Katherine asked, still in Sam's hold.

He rested his cheek on her head,"Dad gave Dean the car, said he can take it to Bobby's for a drive since he got a truck." Katherine jumped back,"He gave him the car?" She asked excitedly, Sam laughed at her,"Yea. Get this, he's not even changing anything about the car, he is keeping it exactly as is." "To be fair this is the Dean we're talking about. He would probably want everything in his life to stay constant and be as unchanged as possible." "True." "Plus have you seen that car?" Katherine asked, feeling Sam nod against her head," 'Better than sex and nearly as good as bacon cheeseburgers' at least what I have heard Dean say." "What's sex?" Katherine asked,"I actually don't know."

"All I have to say is that car is awesome? I wouldn't either. I gotta go do something but I'll be down stairs, happy napping. I just wanted to say hi." Katherine stood up kissing Sam on the head as she turned to leave quickly going to the door grabbing and turning the knob. She turned and waved to Sam who was watching her leave. He smiled back and watched her disappear behind the door. And that stupid smile would stay on his face as he laid down staring at the ceiling. Both arms at his side as he started at the ceiling, I've gotta ask Dean how to talk to girls. Do I even talk to girls yet? What does that even mean? Does talking to girls mean sex? Maybe I gotta ask him about that too.

Katherine made her way back down stairs to see Bobby and Dean on the couch,"You got the car?" Katherine asked, coming up behind the men on the couch looking at Dean as he turned around putting his arm over the back of the couch turning to her," Well hello to you too sweetheart. And yes I did. Baby my pride and joy." "You and Henry can now race with his car." "Kate street racing is illegal." "You kill monsters, don't start talking about what's legal mister." Dean raised his hands in mock surrender looking at the younger girl. "Oh!" Katherine said out loud more for herself as she walked over to Bobby whispering in his ear about how she was supposed to go bake with Dean here? Bobby explained to her he will take care of it and stood up. Bobby stood up and clapped Dean on the shoulder telling him to go upstairs and sleep. Katherine couldn't see it but he had bags from the long drive, being the first time he had made the long drive on his own. When typically he would half it. Or do the drive in shifts with John.

But what people didn't know was that if Dean wanted to come down, he would have to make the drive. John as of recently had been on the mantra that if you're old enough to get your license you don't need to hold dear old dad's hand. Not that John was ever anything related to the word kind and gentle. But in his own way, if he could get his boys to survive that was all he needed to do.

"I'm telling you once they drive you have to let them do their own thing." Conrad said as sat on the porch next to John. John kept his gaze on the crystal glass in his hand as the bottle of whiskey sat between them. "Is that why you gave Henry that big ugly thing?" Conrad laughed as he raised the glass to his lips as the familiar woodsy scent filled his nose as the warm feeling filled his veins as he took a hefty swing. He sucked in a quick breath,"It's called being practical. You wouldn't know that with your flashy piece. Subtlety is key, besides nothing is better than functionality." Conrad said refilling his cup. Now this made John laugh genuinely," Yes because seeing that tank a mile away for sure is the subtlety you want when killing demons."

Conrad nodded," Hey don't come thank my ass when that Humvee runs down a hoard of vamps. Remember back in '60?" "You mean when you ran your old mans perfectly working bug into the brick wall?" Conrad laughed along side his friend," Yea I also remember how he kicked my ass." "But it taught you didn't it?" John asked, looking over to his long time friend. "Yea it certainly did, turn pain into a teaching moment. Now look at me prime example of where you should be." John laughed clapping a hand on his back"Yes, because you are a picture perfect version of health." Conrad snorted as John took a swing, feeling the familiar smooth rich smoky flavor coat his tongue. "It's called Conditioning."

For a split second Dean got a sad feeling in his gut hearing that. Not going to the immediate conclusion of he was obviously tired. He jumped to maybe he shouldn't have come and spending all that time on the road to get here was stupid,"Hey it's okay. I promise we can hang out later. Pinkie promise." The small girl raised a pinkie to the older boy infront of her. She noticed the sad smile that had begun to tug at his lips. Perk of being the smallest in almost any household, you notice everything (in retrospect). She just couldn't understand why he was upset.

He was at Bobby's on his birthday, and he had Sam, Bobby and Katherine. In Katherines small mind she couldn't think of anything else he could need. She also didn't really understand why Uncle John wasn't here but this she didn't quite feel like voicing. Based on the whispers written on the walls and how tight Dean kept himself wound when he was around his Dad. It gave the little girl a feeling she didn't like. It sat uncomfortable in her stomach bubbling, just slightly beneath the skin. She didn't know why Dean didn't seem to like Uncle John. But she also reminded herself that maybe that's how father's were with their sons.

It's not like she could ask anyone what it's like being a daughter. A small smile played on Dean's lips as he linked his pinkie with hers kissing his hand and she kissed hers. Sealing a silent promise between the two,"Promise to be here when I wake Kate?" "Ofcourse I'll be here." She said laughing when Dean reached down to ruffle Katherines hair, she laughed swatting the hand away. She watched Dean get up as he made his way towards the stairs. "Don't leave your stuff in the living room." Katherine scolded him watching him just up and leave. "You gonna harp on me about my laundry next Kate." She shook her head grabbing his bag handle, heaving it off of the floor bringing it to Dean,"Well someone's gotta teach you your manners."

"Amen." Bobby said quietly watching the entire exchange, not missing the smile that reached Dean's eye at Katherines natural scolding of the older Winchester. It felt as though no time truly passed. Dean laughed, taking the bag out of Katherine's hand and leaned down picking up his boots. He lifted his belongings as if they were winnings at a carnival,"Happy?" She nodded at him. She looked over at her dog,"Keep his nightmares away." She panted blinking wide eyed at the girl while panting at the girl. Jackie got up and trotted his way up the stairs walking ahead of Dean. "I don't have nightmares," Dean said "Sure and I'm not scared of the dark." "You're scared of the dark?" "You don't get nightmares?"

Surprisingly there was a time when Dean Winchester knew peace. It wasn't very long lived but it was nice when he had it. If I had a nickel for everytime Dean Winchester was happy. I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot. But it's weird it only happened twice right? Dean turned to go to the stairs,"Wait!" Katherine called throwing herself back at the hedgehog Winchester,"Happy birthday." She said muffled into his chest, and for a second it felt like a cherished whisper that tugged at his heart, only in the way Katherine always seemed to bring out. Dean caught himself from breaking into a full on grin. So he pulled on a hearty grin leaning down kissing her on the head,"Thank you angel." If Dean ever ha d a preference for living, everyone under Bobby's roof was all he genuinely could need.

Dean said into the top of her curled head, gaining enough of a mouthful of hair and bitter taste of conditioner. Who knew Bobby could be so girl dad coded. If the conditioner was Bobby's doing, Dean was impressed. "Kate you've gotta hold still." Dean said in a huff of frustration at the girl sitting in front of him. The girl whined sitting on the floor shifting uncomfortably on the floor as her butt felt as if it were falling asleep. Dean had taken it upon himself to learn how to braid Katherines hair. Well okay to just do and help manage her hair, and help her do it until she was able to get a handle on it herself.

He had been on the same braid for what felt like hours. But in reality only was 30 minutes as he had to restart a few times. Due to always losing the section of hair or not grabbing enough hair when braiding. And Dean was super anal about them looking well. Despite the complaining 7 year old on the floor twisting on the pillow. Not used to both the tightness on her head and the overbearing nature of someone in a care position. The tugging was wearing the girl thin as she twisted in the seat. Dean's slightly greased hand gently turned her head straight a few times when it came to parting.

The part turned out a bit zig zagged and crooked but it was the closest he could get with the squirming. "But I'm tired." Kate whined beneath him causing Dean to sigh out of frustration. He looked at the small clock as the time neared 9:45. "I know, but I promise you can go to sleep after. I'm almost done promise." "But you said that 20 minutes ago." "Katherine." He said in a warning tone,"I understand you're tired. I do, but we have to get this done sweet girl." She nodded as she tried sitting still, allowing him to tie off the doable looking braid. For a second Dean's eyes flickered to Sam's sleeping figure debating waking up the 8 year old.

He thought about waking Sammy up for a couple of reasons. The main one being he felt Katherine secretly had a favorite and being closer in age would make the teeth pulling activity of braids go by quicker. Sam would just talk to Katherine about any and everything. From movies, to books, to puzzles, sometimes about bugs. But that doesn't tend to be a class favourite since it reminds Sammy of the time Katherine had chased him around with a bee. Dean had told Katherine to go show Sam and how much he would like it. Katherine being the impressionable child she is didn't think twice showing her new discovery to Sammy.

But what made the experience all the more memorable was hearing the dead silent two seconds before the younger Winchester let out an earth shattering shriek. Imagine a 8 year old never had hit puberty, little boy fighting for his life as Kate began chasing him with a bee. To which Katherine in her mind must have thought 'I just have to get closer for him to like it better'. But it indeed would not get better, Dean had tears in his eyes from all the laughing he had been doing for nearly 2 weeks straight, as he watched Sam avoid Kate like the plague. Dean had the most guaranteed thought in thinking Sammy had the smallest crush on Kate from when they met. He liked her excited energy and always willing to give hugs. And that despite what most people think, they do genuinely enjoy.

But being touch starved and boys it's always comedic watching the two brush it off. But nothing beat the starstruck feeling Sammy got the first time Kate gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The wide eyed confused look he had for the girl was beyond him. But what told Dean Sammy was sold on Katherine easy. It was simple and harmless if Dean remembers correctly it was right before bed and Sammy and Katherine were talking about everything and nothing. They drank hot chocolate that Bobby had managed to scrounge up in his house. Going with the ideology of it can be cooked it can be eaten. And from how those two were giggling into their cup of molten chocolate goodness, they had no issue with it either.

They had been talking at the dining room table hands moving animatedly as the conversation grew. Breaks being taken only to take sip of their beverage or to laugh. Dean was almost sure they were 9 times out of 10 talking about him, whenever he would walk into the room hushed whispers resounded in the room. Or at least as quiet as you can get for a young kid, which was the equivalent of loud whispering. But the way they would huddle together would make it seem like they were truly in their own world. Sam shook his head wildly as he swallowed a huge gulp of the chocolatey goodness,"Hold on." He said choking as he got serious,"Hold on, hold on. Her sister was a witch right?"

Katherine nodded along,"And what was her sister?" "A princess?" Katherine guessed. "Wicked Witch of the East bro." Katherine scrunched her face confused," I don't think that's correct, a witch can't be a princess." Katherine shook her head going against Sammy's sentence. And this the younger Winchester did not like as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline,"YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG?! YOURE YOURE GONNA TELL ME THAT I AM WRONG. ME?!" Sam sputtered out. "Am I wrong?" Katherine asked giggling at the boys out burst. "SHE WORE A CROWN AND CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE ERINE. THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS."

At this point he had flailed his hands around a bit getting animated into the conversation. Katherine smiled widely at Sam's expressions, how as he got more into the conversation. It slowly reeled her in with his magnetism. "Alright kids, bedtime come on, get." Bobby said walking into the kitchen clapping as he waited for Katherine. He knew she felt more comfortable when Bobby looked after her when she went to bed. She hoped down from the seat quickly walking over to Sam and kissed him the cheek. But more hitting his mole on the left side of his face. Dean watched as it seemed to shock the boy a bit as his eyes widened and he hesitated before wrapping his arms around Katherine.

As quickly as the hug started it ended as Katherine went over to Dean and doing the same before she marched up the stairs Bobby in tow behind her. Dean looked over to Sammy seeing he was still kinda stuck,"You okay Sammy?" The older brother asked his younger one. He shrugged,"I don't know. I'm not used to that, what does it mean?" Sam's wondering eyes looked up to Dean's concentrated thing of what he could say," Because hugs are sometimes a way to express happiness." "What about the kiss, you told me Mom was the only person who does that to us." " You know Kate, she is very affectionate. And it's not just mom, I meant no one in our family does it except mom."

"Is that why Dad doesn't hug us." "Hugs aren't the only way to show happiness. Dad sends us to Uncle Bobby's because he makes us happy. Come on let's get you up to bed." Sam nodded, walking up the stairs ahead of Dean making his usual way to the guest room that Sam stayed in when the boys came over and stayed with Bobby. He opened the door as Dean followed standing at the door looking over to the window,"Is it latched and locked?" "Yes Dean." "Good." He watched Sam get into bed and reach over turning off the lamp," Night Dean." "Goodnight Sammy." Dean said, walking out of his room, completely closing the door. Making his way to his room, he stopped upon hearing a giggle seep from the walls, a pause followed by more. As he heard creaking, Dean started jumped as if he had been caught somewhere he wasn't meant to be.

He quickly made it to his room. Closing the door hearing Bobby walk to Sam's door checking the tiny devils traps he has around before walking to Dean's door doin the same. Happy with his inspections a hairy smile grew before turning around and going to his bedroom. As Dean laid in the middle of his bed staring up at the ceiling he replayed the sight of Sammy and Kate talking and laughing. How easy it looked for Sammy to have and do that. Maybe it was because he never had the chance to be young and naive. And maybe that was a cold envy that clung to him like wet jeans. But it's not something he could punish either of them for for. After all who was he to to put blame on something they can’t control. They're kids, something he couldn't understand but he knew how to help and nurture. Dean smiled silently at the memory of the two as he started the final braid. This time, finishing it quicker than the first one he did, still a few pieces sat astray and come parts coming out.

But nonetheless her hair was done and it was 10:03 on the dot. "Alright,” Dean said standing up,"Up we go come-on." Dean said wiping his hand on the towel he had beside him. Wiping off the extra grease and what conditioner he could find. He had read that moisture was key to keeping curly hair healthy. In a way it… fed it? Dean didn't understand it by any means. After all what does an 11 year old know about hair really. All Dean knew how to do was pour dry cereal into a bowl and check that the milk wasn't expired past 3 days before it got that weird smell. Although a secret he had learned was you could maybe get away with 5 days if you truly truly need to use it sparingly. The weird taste he would just chalk it up to milk being finely aged. Dean knew how to get by and what he needed to.

Dean kissed the top of Kate's head again squeezing her shoulder before making the trek up the stairs and Jackie following behind. Katherine turned around to the eldest man of the house with a gleam of determination in her eyes. "Let's do this?" The girl asks unsure looking to the old man raising a fist waiting to meet his,"Let's do this." Bobby said with enough enthusiasm to make the gleam in Katherine’s eye turn happy as her smile reached her eyes as she buzzed with excitement. And happy that Bobby wanted to along with it. She had an eager bounce in her step as they made their way to the kitchen. Bobby went to the fridge where the apple pie recipe sat under a mix of reds and yellow letters that spelled out 'Dean'. Other letters that weren't vital to the name are scattered around the fridge.

He pushed all the letters up as he slid the paper out placing it on the counter as he grabbed bowls and a spoon for mixing. Katherine made work of grabbing the apples out of the fridge. And with a huff the girl got them up on the table. Struggling at trying to hold the constant shifting weight. And she walked back over to the counter trying to find the small green bottle of lime juice they had gotten at the store. Spying it by the coffee maker she walked over standing on her tippy toes trying to grab it. Her right side pressed into the counter as she reached blindly for the bottle. Her fingers scrapping the bottle turning it a few times as she came up short. Finally she finally got it in her grasp. "Yes." She celebrated her small victory going back to the table putting it on the table next to Bobby.

"Alright Ratatouille, what's first?" The small girl put her hands on her hips letting out an exasperated breath. For the next nearly two hours it had been filled with careful measuring, question after question from Katherine, going from baking to why the sky was blue. Covering every surface of the kitchen in flour aside from the actual bowl the ingredients were being mixed into. It was to the point where Bobby was sure if he looked at the floor he could find footprint tracks covering the kitchen marking the constant back and forth trek. But the important part was that Bobby remembered to preheat the oven. Bobby felt as though he could send a million thanks as praise to Marcy for helping with tips as to how to properly do this. Marcy had offered Bobby that she wouldn't mind taking the girl for a couple hours and helping her if she wanted. But Bobby politely declined being A) Bobby had no intention of letting Katherine out of his sight or grasp. And B) In some weird instinct way wanted to be the one to teach her this. He wanted to learn to do this for her and with her.

Maybe it was the cute thought of Bobby just wanted her close, that this was the closest thing he would have to a kid. But the actual factual is that Bobby could not feel more emotionally protective of the girl than he would admit out loud or even to himself. Although if Bobby were to be honest he prior to asking Mary he looked it up himself. But between the different spices and apparently different kinds of flour he found himself feeling very overwhelmed. It was also very comedic when Katherine was putting the cinnamon in and she asked how much as she just put in, but she was cut off by the heap of cinnamon that had fallen onto the mixture due to a loose cap. Katherine looked to Bobby with wide eyes. He had spent at least 10 minutes calming the freaking out girl. She was convinced she had maybe ruined the one thing she had been planning for what felt like ever. But realistically it had only been about 2 days.

But all was well when Bobby recommend they could make it look ok, and that it's the thought that counts. Now when it came to Dean, maybe not so much. Simply because he is never one to not say his, one thing about Dean Winchester when it comes to an opinion someone will hear it. Sammy has sadly always been the victim, and not that he knows it now, but its about to get a hell of a lot worse. And half the time it genuinely might be something you don't wanna hear. Or that you would eye roll or facepalm, vice versa. So after vigorous search of pie toppings, Katherine decided to go with the striped pattern. Saying the lattice looked cool and reminded her of the brothers flannels. Now she said lettuce more times than he can count, half because she was having an internal debate as she cut the pie crust with a butter knife laying them out. Bobby came to assist layering them, a comfortable silence fell over that portion of the pie dressing. Now the last part she couldn't do anything but sit on her chair and watched as Bobby slid the pie into the warm oven, she clapped at the success of her and and her grandfather.

They made quick of cleaning up and Bobby whistled as Katherine put away the silverware Bobby handed her. He put away the plates and cups into the cupboard above. Grabbing a small cup filling it with water and handed it to the young girl, she accepted with two hands saying thank you taking tiny sips. "What do you say kid, we got some time to kill, wanna finish your puzzle?" Katherine moved her hazel stare from the water to Bobby as she blinked up at him,"Do we have time?" He shrugged,"Only one way to find out." Katherine turned around heading to Bobby's study and his hunting information and grabbed the box off of one of the shelves to the far right. She laid it back down as Bobby groaned as he sat on the floor with the girl as she reopened the box, dumping puzzle pieces everywhere.

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Katherine crept into the room as she walked to Dean's bed stepping to the top of it. She poked the arm that lay outside the blanket,"Dean?" She whispered quietly trying to wake him up. She got no response, she poked him a bit harder and shook his arm,"Dean?" She asked a but louder causing the young man to jump seeing Kate so close to him in the dark room. "Sweetheart?" Dean asked sitting up back against the headboard as he reached over turning on the light illuminating the room and Katherines face as she held a grin finally accomplishing seeing the older Winchester finally awake. She grabbed his hand trying to drag him out of bed,"Come on, got something I wanna show you." Katherine said as Dean didn't budge from her gentle tug of his arm. "What is it?" He said pulling her hand from his grasp. "It's a surprise?" "Yes, so what is it?" She sighed,"Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now would it? Come on trust me." She held out her hand festering to him. He squinted at her causing her to roll her eyes at him. But he put his in hers as he followed her down stairs.

Finally clearing up from the fog of sleep, Dean noted how dark the house was. Not only from the sun soon to set but also the lights were all off. "Kate?" "Shhhh, close your eyes but follow my hand." She told him as they hit the first floor stepping off from the stairs going to the kitchen. They walked a few more short feet before telling Dean to stay. She walked away to the table holding the last hat,"Lean down a bit please?" Katherine asked, he obliged the girl as she pulled the thin elastic band down and the paper hat up. Placing it softly so it doesn't snap against him. "Okay o-" "Wait wait wait." Bobby said getting something as a flash went off and another followed. "Okay go ahead kid." She nodded at Bobby,"Okay, open em." Dean cracked his eyes open being met with candles in a … pie? '16' is what the numbers said as he looked up at Sammy, Uncle Bobby and Kate all smiled excitedly at the boy,"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Dean. Happy birthday to youuuuu! Make a wish!"

They all sang out, clapping as Dean sat blinking for a minute feeling a burn in the back of his throat, he pulled his lips into his mouth then formed a smile blowing out the candles. They all cheered and clapped and Katherine went to turn the lights back on. Coming back to the table,"Pie?" Dean asked looking at Bobby," Don't look at me. It was all her she orchestrated this shebang." Bobby said pulling out the candles putting them on a napkin, pulling out a knife cutting the Pie Dean couldn't wait to eat. But at the moment he wasn't focused on his hunger, hell or even the pie itself. She shrugged smiling shyly,"I know how much you love it so I figured why not make you what you love. Well on your birthday." She ended with a dry laugh,"Why?" Dean asked. "Cause I figured you’d like it, Although I don't eat apple pie you do." He gulped,"Well thank you." Sam took a dramatic sigh,"Le gasp did Dean Winchester just thank someone. And genuinely at that."

Bobby put finished putting out the pie for everyone before sitting down,"Careful could be a shape shifter." Bobby said as he started eating the pie. And for a minute he thought wow, when you actually follow the instructions it can taste good. Sam watched Dean sat still for a moment watching the inner realization dawn over his brother. This had been the first home cooked anything in months if it hadn't been what felt like years. Being on the road, never settling down. Motel after motel, diner after diner. But this, this felt different, it felt like comfort. It was genuine the intentions pure, something Dean didn't have to wait for the other shoe to drop. He picked up his fork and dug in bringing that same tug from earlier back as he ate the pie, which wasn't half bad for a first pie. But he knew if there could be one there could be more, it was a matter of asking. The four sat amongst each other just eating and talking till it got dark outside. Everything and nothing under the sun just enjoying that for a few minutes the house they were in was a home. Not just a place holding armour to protect them, they forgot about the devil's traps and hex bags. They forgot about the salt, they forgot about the iron. And the only silver used was in the forks they ate with.

It felt normal and content. Between throwing his head back in a billowing laugh to Sam bickering with his brother, and the lines by Bobby's eyes that seemed extra pronounced that night and Katherines never ending laughter. Bobby collected the plates seeing everyone was close to nodding off. He said he would take care of the dishes and to go on up. They all told the old man goodnight and made the march upstairs,"See you two losers tommorrow. Good night." Katherine said going into her room and sitting on her bed sighing shaking her head, she ran a hand over her face as she looked to her bedside table seeing the small bag and envelope. She grabbed it making her way out of her room to Dean's. She knocked waited a few moments before hearing a come in. She turned the handle opening the door pushing it open cracking it closed walking to the bed seeing Dean sitting on the edge of his bed,"What's up, you okay?" He asked.

Katherine waved him off,"I'm fine. I forgot to give you this." She handed him the small bag and card and hugged him again,"Happy birthday Dean. Thank you for everything." She released him as she left his room closing the door yawning and going back to her room. Dean stared at the small bad as he opened he pulled apart the drawstring and the contents fell out. He picked up the tiny metal keychain. He turned it over seeing it was Garfield and Odie. He scrunched his face confused but laughed,"Thanks Kate." Dean said leaning over and attaching the keychain to his keys. Tossing them back on the table, he reached over opening the birthday card.

And for whatever reason Dead didn't rip into that card like he would when he got a new credit card. He took out his knife and cut along the edge of the envelope . When fully opened he slid out, the cover was matte white and it read ' old but like still cool' with a cassette tape under the word old. Dean laughed as he opened the letter and began reading the scrawl in the page . Dear Dean, happy birthday. I can't tell you how happy it made me when Bobby told y'all we're coming down. There was no way we weren't celebrating your birthday. Regardless of what you like to think you being born is quite possibly on if the best things ever. You are not only on of the collest people I know, but also one of the people I know will protect me. Thank you for helping me stay safe and teaching me it's okay to know what it's like to be safe. Thank you for being my best friend. And thank you for being everything Henry couldn't. Happy birthday Dean.

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Dean nodded his head subconsciously as he watched a kid through the restaurant with a birthday hat in his head, he noted it had stars in it. And that brought a faint smile to his lips as he thought about the night he finally felt … right. He could see the candles and still smell the faint burning wax of the candles. Sam had come back getting in the passenger side. Closing the door hard enough to rock the car. "Here you go babe," Sam said handing her the green liquid,"Vanilla and honey?" She asked smiling at him,"Vanilla and honey." He confirmed,"Aww you really like me don't you." She said leaning closer to Sam, "No" he said smirking as he leaned forward kissing her before turning to his brother holding his brothers coffee,"Dean." Sam called,"Dean." Again no avail, getting impatient and his hand was burning slowly.

Still no response, Katherine reached for reward flicking his neck he hissed whipping his head around,"Fuck, what." Dean asked harshly,"Here." Sam put the coffee in Dean's hand,"Oh thank you.” Dean said taking a hefty sip sighing finally starting his day,"What were you starting at?" Sam asked his big brother, as he noticed his stare continuing once again. For a few moments longer Dean wanted to live in that night, he thought about the card that lived beneath all of the fake ids. It's home since that night, much like the keychain that swung slightly as the car vibrated with the running engine. A piercing shrill rang through his memory as he got drawn back to reality. Sam looked at Katherine confused as she shrugged," Don't look at me I don't know." Then Dean's phone went off," Dean, Dean are you with us?"

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End notes: Thank you for reading. So this is part of a much larger series I am starting. Again thank you a million for reading. Also any tips on creating a master list would be greatly appreciated.

[glynnisi]

Latest stage of Mom-grief: Barbies (!)

So, I know this is largely rooted in Mom-grief (my mom died Mar 24), but I've taken a dive into Barbie collecting. It started because, in part, of Barbie movie press-induced nostalgia. Then, I felt bad because the few things I kept were not stored well. Then, I started to look at the things & wonder what years/other specs & info. Opened EBay (oops). Then, I decided to buy a Barbie case to store things more nicely (1962 Raven Bubble Cut Barbie deserves better than a cardboard box. Malibu Skipper and Sweet 16 Barbie, too.). Then, another case. Then, a replacement of a 1970s doll I really regretted giving away and an outfit for her... since I remember Mom buying it for me and that sense that we'd done some early bonding over pretty dolls. A memory so early it's shimmery, like gossamer.

On the bad side, I'm just avoiding the topic w Hubs as he tactfully doesn't ask about the 6 pkgs arriving fr EBay in today's mail... and how much I'm spending so frivolously. On the plus side, fun & many "oh, yeah!" moments. On the bad, addictively fun and not free. :P

Must get a grip.

Related Discussion? Innovation. Barbie has been more innovative over the years than I realized. High fashion to Mod to Malibu to Superstar and beyond. Different body types. The early talking dolls didn't work out. I guess too difficult to do economically, but a cool try. The walking dolls are hard to find in working order 50 yrs out, so I see why they moved past that phase. The variations in hair styling- hair that grows when you push a button, stick on beard pieces for Ken, hair extensions, etc. have come around repeatedly. More recently, they've had glow in the dark outfits and light up wings. They've worked with designers and embraced diversity. Impressive.

I once read a book about how current vampires reflect current culture/society as a whole in each time period. I think that's true to some extent for all our pop icons, including Barbie. I'm sorry her fashions are more cheaply made today, too. I'm glad if she's more inclusive and still bright/optimistic/capable.

Anyway, grieving. If these were olden times, I'd be wearing gray (past those early days with all black and a veil, but still reeling).

[absolute-chaotician]

The List of Reasons to Move On.

I'm not ready to move. I want to, but there's so much to figure out financially and logistically. I won't be pressured anymore.

I might be able to start repairing my self esteem when I don't have a partner addicted to masturbation. He spends hours every day downloading porn torrents. He has a "secret" account where he creates and posts DAILY porn GIFs. He has like 5 Fleshlights that he uses in conjunction with VR porn pretty much daily.

He's fucking slovenly. He leaves trash and food waste everywhere. There are dirty dishes all over his desk. He'll see something get fucked up (crumbs fall on the floor, a drink spills, something gets knocked over) and just fucking leave it.

He knows the cat eats plastic and still doesn't care about making sure it's out of his reach... he's literally putting my cats in danger.

He's wildly hypocritical about mental health and coping skills. I should be perfect despite past trauma (I'm working on it - he's right that I need improvement but I'm making an effort) but he's allowed to lose his shit. If I mention anything he's done to me I'm playing the victim.

He always talks about how he's "scared" of me and has to "walk on eggshells," meanwhile he's the one fucking screaming in my face, ripping the rearview mirror off my windshield, throwing water at me, spitting in my face... because I said I might hang out with a guy friend I used to date and am IN NO WAY interested in or attracted to anymore.

He insults me freely. He repeats what I say in a mocking tone. He thinks throwing/pouring drinks on me and spitting on me doesn't count as assault.

He calls me a cunt, a "bpd motherfucker," and says he hates me and that I'm the worst thing to ever happen to him.

My grandma died. She raised me. She's the only person in my family I loved. He wasn't there for me. In fact, he was a major asshole and made me feel worse on the day I found out she died. Legitimately the worst day of my life.

He has no respect for my stuff. I grew up poor. I have an unhealthy attachment to things... it's led to some hoarder tendencies. I never want to get rid of anything because I'm afraid I'll need it later and not be able to afford another one. He has bent my bed frame, dented my stainless steel trash can, broke the butter door off my (landlord's) fridge, threw my (work's) laptop and monitor onto me while I was sitting at my desk because I wanted to hang out in the office when we were fighting. It's where both of our computers (plus a TV) are and he always gets the office when we argue and need to separate. He broke my bathroom window (that one might have been an accident). He destroyed my journal - that one fucking hurt. Now my car rearview mirror.

I can redecorate without his fugly furniture. No more giant clunky coffee table or disposable cardboard "dresser."

No more feeling like someone's lowest priority.

Maybe I'll find someone who can actually drive so I won't be responsible for another 24-hour roundtrip road trip within a 3-day period.

Abs would be nice. I know I'm being superficial but it's only because I'm so attracted to him and... I'm really reaching for something positive in this breakup.

I wouldn't hate finding someone who would smoke with me again. Vaping is fine but it's not the same as sharing a bowl. Maybe even someone who can drink with me without turning into a violent raving lunatic.

I'll have free reign of my own home. No more feeling like I can't go into the office because he's holed up in there acting huffy.

My own home office. No more doing calls with my giant headphones to protect client privacy. I can create a cute background for video calls. I can even open up the doors between the office and bedroom so I get good lighting all day.

Electricity costs will probably decrease without his 5 monitors, constantly on PC (gotta seed all those porn torrents), and constantly on Fleshlight warmer humming in the background.

I'll finally be free of nasty-ass hard kombucha breath.

I can go back to the economical option of boxed wine...

I won't feel weird inviting friends over to hang out - like they're invading our (his) space. I won't feel judged by him when they're here. I can invite people he doesn't like.

No more dramatics when I paint my nails or use acetone.

I won't find vapes fucking everywhere around the house.

When I do the dishes (fucking daily) they'll stay clean. No more clearing out a full sink while I wait for my coffee to brew in the morning only to find it full again by the end of the day.

I won't miss the aggressive farting. I'm glad he's comfortable around me but JFC.

Not flushing and leaving the toilet lid open so the cats can get in there.

I can listen to the same songs over and over again without annoying anyone - and I can listen to my podcasts OUT LOUD! I can have music on all the speakers in the house at once!

There's only one bathroom in this apartment. It'll never be occupied when I need it.

He slams a door every single time he closes one.

I can get rid of the cheesy fake flower in a jar he got me for Valentine's Day.

[kittenchrissy]

Stature Night Favorite for Christian

Hey hey tnank you for the question, my bby kitten💜💜💜💜

Stature : What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

Due to his average height (175 cm / 5'9"), Chris's body is built quite proportionally. He doesn't have any too long/short arms and legs and others etc But waist is Christian's pride. His waist is so good that it is simply designed to be adorned with some form-fitting clothes (emphasizing his figure) or someone's hands (I'm looking at someone very closely). How sad that Chris doesn't know about this advantage of his

Night : What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

Huh pjs? Christian doesn't know that word. An old stretched t-shirt and underwear. In cold weather, Chris can additionally wear socks and home sweatpants. No special kits, as it's pointless One day, Chris sarcastically joked that only workaholics can have beautiful clothes for sleeping, since they go to their bed as a holiday due to lack of sleep, so they need to look festive However, lately Chris has often started to look closely at different t-shirts with cool prints. Not for the street, but for the house. Who knows, maybe it will diversify Christian's bedroom wardrobe

Favorite : Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

I don't know if you can call it accessories, but a cigarette case and a gasoline lighter They are made in silver color. The lighter is smooth, cold, unremarkable. The only thing Chris likes about this lighter is the sound of the lid closing. It is very meditative to open and close the lighter. Christian is very pleased But the cigarette case has a more interesting appearance. There is an impression of a grinning tiger's muzzle on the case. Thanks to the three-dimensional drawing, Chris can drive around the cigarette case with his fingers, feeling a pleasant relief. These sensations help to relieve some nervous tension. Usually, when Chris has a panic attack, he starts fiddling with his cigarette case. It's as if this small cigarette storage is Christian's fast-beating heart, which he holds in his hands and tries to calm him down. Why a cigarette case and a gasoline lighter? Because it looks more solid than cardboard and plastic. In addition, the metal is much stronger and more reliable. Therefore, Christian's choice is obvious Chris does not part with these two things, as he has a nicotine addiction. This is his water and air, without which he cannot do in life. Always, everywhere and no matter under what circumstances

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