#ohhhh boy much to think about 😳

[lith-myathar]

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[burntsecrets]

The Slushie Incident

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Word Count: 1574

Prompt: Girls are red, and boys are blue. No making purple at chu–. What? You never said anything about tongues. 

Summary: Got your attention with that prompt, huh? Lol. You and Eddie swear you were going to tell everyone you’re dating. The timing just hasn’t been right. They found out anyways, in the most embarrassing way. 😳

Warnings: making out, heavy petting, both over 18, tons of fluff, mention of homelessness, mention of murder, mention of mobs, mention of Vecna, mention of demobats

This thing between the two of you was new and exciting. You both swear that you had every intention of telling the Scooby Squad when the time was right–which never seemed to happen–ya know, with saving Hawkins from Vecna and Eddie’s recovery in the prison hospital while everyone worked tirelessly to clear his name in Chrissy’s murder. 

Eddie had been out for five days before you two were finally alone. It took you five minutes to confess your feelings and fifteen before your head stopped spinning, and you could breathe from the breathtaking makeout session that ensued. 

Ever since then, the two of you were inseparable. To be honest, you were surprised no one in the Scooby Squad had figured out what was going on between you and Eddie. Since his uncle’s trailer was destroyed–the school gym doubled as temporary housing–Eddie had gotten into the habit of sneaking into your bedroom by climbing the flimsy trellis on the side of your house. 

Each night Eddie was the perfect gentleman. He’d hold you in his arms, and on the nights the nightmares of the demobats were too much, you’d hold him in yours and stroke his hair while whispering that he was safe and home with you. Well, as safe as anyone can be in Hel–I mean Hawkins. 

During the days you volunteered with the cleanup of Hawkins. It was another way for you to be close to Eddie while he served his community service–for being a fugitive and not turning himself in. It was a small price to pay because he was alive and hadn’t been made an example of by the close-minded fear-mongering mob led by Jason. 

Before meeting up with the gang on the weekends, you and Eddie would stop by the corner convenience store. You’d grab slushies while Eddie grabbed a pack of smokes, much to your annoyance–since you had an hour to kill before what you personally dubbed the Scooby Squad Sessions. 

You’d both sit in the parking lot of the convenience store, you on the curb, Eddie on the edge of his van’s sliding door facing you. You’d both drink your slushies, and he’d smoke a cigarette before heading over to the Wheeler’s. 

This week was a bit different, you had both gotten your slushies, but instead of your normal routine, you had convinced Eddie to drive to your spot in the woods. From the moment Eddie pulled out of the parking spot at the convenience store, you weren’t able to keep your eyes off him. 

Sometimes, you liked to just admire him. This was one of those times. 

He was singing along to Ballroom Blitz by Sweet, pitching his voice to match the vocals of Brian Connolly and making up hand movements. The sun glinted off the rings on his hands and illuminated some of his curls, turning them golden brown against the deep chocolate of the rest of his hair. 

He glanced over at you, the dimple in his right cheek prominent as he sang, “cause she thinks she’s the passionate one…OHHHH, YEEAAAHHH.” He grabbed your hand and shook it with the yeahs before the chorus broke out, and he let go to use both of his hands to beat on the steering wheel. 

You bit the straw of your slushie as you admired him. Your hands itched to touch him. You leaned over the armrest of your seat, the seatbelt taut across your chest, as your lips grazed his cheek. You could feel the dimple form under your lips as a smile stretched his. 

An expulsion of air escaped your lungs as you felt the jerk of the seatbelt as the van pulled off the road and into an empty lot near the entrance to the woods. 

The next thing you knew, your face was encased in the warmth of Eddie’s hands as his lips crashed onto yours, his tongue languidly thrusting and stroking along yours. He tasted like blue raspberry with the barest hint of nicotine. “I could stay like this forever,” you thought lazily. 

The click of your seatbelt coming undone brought you out of your haze, and you broke the kiss as the seatbelt went whizzing over your head, barely missing your nose and face. Eddie was already climbing out of his seat and into the back of the van. Once in the back, he outstretched his hand to you. You took it, and he gently helped you get over the center console and into the back of the van. 

He touched his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, “You have no idea how much you mean to me, baby.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. 

As Eddie's warm breath brushed against your skin, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. His words resonated in your heart, and you knew he meant just as much to you. The way he looked at you made you feel cherished, and you couldn't imagine being anywhere else at that moment.

Still holding hands, you both settled into the back of the van, nestled in each other's arms. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow around you. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate space.

Time seemed to slow down, and the world around you became a blur as you spent the afternoon lazily making out. As much as you wanted to stay in this moment with Eddie forever, you knew you had to rejoin the world outside.

With a sigh, Eddie broke away from you and twirled a piece of your hair around his fingers, breaking the spell. "As much as I'd love to stay here, we should head to Wheeler’s house," he said, his voice filled with regret.

You reluctantly nodded, knowing he was right. "Yeah, they'll be wondering where we are," you replied, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in your voice.

You both made your way back to the front seats, a sense of contentment lingering between you. The van roared to life before it rolled back onto the road. You stole glances at Eddie, his hand resting on the gearshift. Imagining where that hand had been mere moments before. 

The drive to the Wheelers’ house was filled with laughter and light conversation, but the energy between you and Eddie was palpable–electric. You could feel it course through your body, especially in your fingertips. 

As Eddie pulled up alongside the curb of the Wheeler’s house, you noticed that Steve and Robin were just getting out of Steve’s car, their Family Video vests still on. As Dustin and Max walked out of the Wheeler’s garage to welcome them. 

You grabbed the remainder of your slushie and hopped down from Eddie’s van, the door slamming shut behind you. “What’s up, nerds?” Eddie shouted lovingly at the group gathered outside. 

As you got closer, you joined the conversation Steve was having with Dustin about the next steps in the campaign. You stood over by Max and Robin, listening in and chewing on your straw. Your eyes raked lazily over Eddie’s form as he animatedly talked with the group. “Ugh, why is your tongue purple?” the question Robin directed at Eddie broke you from your staring. Your brows furrowed, “Purple?” 

Eddie looked around the group, “Hmm. Is it really?” Before he stuck his tongue out, Gene Simmons style, giving everyone a good look. 

You laughed with the group at Eddie’s antics. “Geez, so is yours!” Robbin exclaimed at you. You could feel the confusion on your face, “Mine too?” 

“Yeah, it is!” Robin exclaimed. “Did you guys drink purple alcohol or something?” Steve asked jokingly. 

“No, we just had slushies,” Eddie explained.

Dustin cut in, “Purple slushies?!”

Max’s head whipped toward Dustin, “I didn’t know they made grape-flavored slushies!” 

“Ummm. I had a blue raspberry slushie,” you explained. “And I had a cherry one,” Eddie proudly stated. 

“What? How does that make any sense?” Robin asked, a bit frazzled. 

It was at that moment that the color drained from your face as you put together what happened. 

You saw the smirk form on Robin’s face as she figured it out right before Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh. My. God.” Eddie looked between the three of you, “What?” 

Steve put his hands on his hips, activating what you all called his “dad mode” before asking, “Eddie, what did you and Y/N do today before coming here?” 

“We went to the park, and we drank our slushies,” Eddie explained slowly. 

With everyone focused on Eddie, you began to frantically shake your head no at him–trying to get him to stop talking. “And then?” Steve prompted. Eddie finally looked at you, confused as you mimed zipping your lips and locking them and throwing the key. 

You saw the moment it all clicked for him as to what happened as a lazy smile crossed his lips, and the tip of his purple tongue peeked out as he wet his lips.

“Oops, guess you guys caught us,” Eddie said before striding across the circle to where you stood. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you, before landing a searing kiss on your lips. 

You briefly heard Dustin make a retching sound before blocking everything out and giving yourself over to the kiss.

You relaxed into the kiss, dropping your slushie cup and what was left to the ground.

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Author's Note (A/N): This was inspired by a TikTok I saw sometime in 2022. I don't remember the name of the user as all I wrote in my notes for this was "tongues purple. slushies red and blue."

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

(https://www.tumblr.com/mylevisdontfitanymore/736011986052284416?source=share) oh boy, now i can't stop thinking about steve and bucky attending a party and not knowing each other, and one of them being the foolish guy who is plied with too much alcohol and slowly yet steadily gets stuffed throughout the night as people put things in his mouth and he just mindlessly eats everything he's even without question, and the other (your choice on who's who) is a repeat customer. Whereas everyone else comes by once, maybe twice and plays with his belly and feeds him food and tells him he's a good boy, the other guy comes WAY too often, giving him shots and bottles of beer and hand-feeding him so much food and getting to see first hand how big and stuffed and swollen his gut gets throughout the night, and is the one to give him belly rubs when he drunkenly whines at the pain 😳

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SWEATING thinking about Steve swinging past Bucky again, affectionately thumping him on the swollen belly and asking, "how's it going, champ? You full, yet?" causing Bucky to curl desperately around his bulging gut with a wordless, strung-out whine. His needy noise is so loud that Steve can't hear the solid, deep sound of his palm smacking him so... he has to do it again. Just a few more times to be sure, listening instead of the drum of his belly, to how his whine changes pitch, higher and hotter, as he's thumped like Steve's at the store testing the ripeness of the melons. He can't squirm to get away, though, he's long past that, so he just has to sit there, shivering and complaining with his incoherent sounds.

Bucky's just so sensitive! He has to whine that loud! It hurts! His whole belly throbs, feeling like it's on fire, so stretched that his skin is taut, pink, and shiny. He can't fit anything more inside him. Fuck, he can't think about anything more than his stomach. He's so stuffed and so fucking drunk that he doesn't even remember Steve. He peers at him through his eyelashes without recollection. Sloppy drunk. He can't place his face, but he's real handsome.

He doesn't remember anything that Steve's done to him. Again and again.

He doesn't know what Steve's come by time after time whereas everyone else has just had one go around. Steve's shoved so many snacks into his lazy-open lips. More than anyone else has by far. He doesn't know that it's been Steve constantly taking empty red solo cups from his weak fingers and replacing them with cups so full that they're almost spilling, sticky and wet down his wrist onto the poor sofa he's suffocating with his weight. He doesn't know and he doesn't care. Bucky just thinks that Steve is checking up on him, being a little rough. It's too bad Bucky's lips are too loose from drinking to say anything. He just whines more. Steve's smacks and gropes are nothing he can't handle... for now.

Steve gives himself an invitation, "that so?" he asks after another glutted whine from Bucky, tracing the thick curve of his ball belly. Bucky groans this time, panting. "Mm-hm, yeah, you're good, just look at you," he murmurs.

Bucky thinks this guy is talking more to himself than to Bucky. Somehow he doesn't mind. His belly pulses and hurts but it's better when Steve's touching him, when -

"Ohhhh," Bucky whimpers, dirty, when suddenly Steve finds his weak spot, his fingers hot and warm and thick as they trace the rim of his belly button, not dipping in. Not yet. Bucky can't believe how sensitive he feels right there. He can't breathe. It's the weight of all the food and drink inside him, it's the anticipation, it's the pain, it's - "guhhh!" He moans as Steve pushes the tip of his pointer finger into his tightly stretched, shallow belly button.

He's touching him like he's fingering him.

Oh.

It feels obscene and good and Bucky is pretty sure blindingly suddenly that if he doesn't come right the fuck now from having his taut, heavy belly fondled and his belly button fingered while he reclines, totally slouched into the couch, limp, he'll just explode instead. There's so much pressure. He's so tight. And Steve's touching him like that, fingering his belly button with one hand and using the other to scratch his strained skin so lightly, tickling, pushing his skin-tight shirt up to the sweaty fold under his pecs and sweatier armpits and Bucky is gonna come. He's, he's so big.

How did he get so big? Has everyone been feeding him? Has everyone been taking turns to stuff him like he's a centerpiece, gluttonous and entertaining? Is everyone watching Steve touch him? Does everyone know he's this much of a glutton that he's gonna bust a nut from nearly bursting!?

Oh, God!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi!!!!! Once again THANK YOU sm for the FOOD like i've reread all ur fics again while waiting for my hair to set hehe it's just. a really great way to pass time and think abt the fluff and the sin <3

AND ummmmmm not to also jump in the bandwagon but. im feeling... 😳😳😳 rn and would like to request for a 5'1 catgirl!reader with gp!Marilyn OR Laurel if that's okay 👉🏻👈🏻

Basically Reader doesn't realize she's going into heat (IT'S HER FIRST TIME & SHE DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS EVEN A POSSIBILITY BUT OHHHH BOY) but Mari/Lau notices and teases her throughout the week with indulging her being more affectionate but then the heat smashes into reader like a freight train and she's left a mewling mess for her Mommy!!!!

like help she's full on NEEDY for Mari/Lau but she's MEAN and teases Reader further and Reader goes "if you don't want me, I guess I'll just to go out and see who wants me! >:(" to trigger Mari/Lau's possessiveness & Mari/Lau rising to the bait BC READER IS HER KITTY & NO ONE ELSE'S LIKE. hhhhh hhHhHhhHh NUH UH, YOU'RE MINE 🔪

AND HELP also Mari/Lau going "Aw, does my dumb little kitty cat need Mommy to breed and fill her up her own kittens? Is that what you want?" while Reader just a drooling mess underneath her IS CURRENTLY LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE AND IM JUST. CLENCHING MY FISTS SO HARD. like PLEASE,,,,,,,,, bestie,,,,,, if ur ok with this req and write it I will literally owe u my life thank u sm 🫂

PS: feel free to go ham with the breeding & dumbification kink bc im literally biting down on one of my stuffed toys rn just thinking abt it and WAHHHH once again, thank you 😳💕

Yesss!!!! Here it is!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! It was so funny to write it!! Thank you for your request!!!! <3 <3

Poor Kitty

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student, Cat girl! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Intersex Marilyn (She has a dick) several kinks, heat, teasing, blowjob…

Word count: 5,181

Summary: You were a cat girl, and you have many needs, maybe your lover can fulfill your desperate desires…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Shit, it's hot,” you whispered.

You were in the library, doing what you had to do, homework, study...

But you were finding it much more complicated than usual. It was supposed to be winter, it was supposed to be cold, but you were sweating while chills of unknown origin ran through your body. It was hard for you to focus, there was too much noise in your head, a noise that didn't come from outside, there was no one in the library, and those strange sounds could only come from inside you, purrs that you were afraid someone besides you would hear.

Purring was something common in you. You were a cat woman, something like a werewolf, but without problems with the full moon and increased aggression. You were simply, according to what your companions said: Just a kitty.

You knew you could be fearsome if you thought about it, that if you transformed you could rival even the fiercest werewolf. You weren't interested. Your only worries were your studies. You were always a very good student and you made your parents proud. You just had to be careful about maybe a ball rolling on the ground or some small animal in the forest did not attract your attention so much as to distract you.

The book in front of you turned into a jumbled, blurry array of letters. You were unable to read it. Nervously, you ran your hand over your trembling leg, and the sensation produced an unexpected reaction.

“Meow,” you meowed unintentionally, putting your hand over your mouth and looking around embarrassedly. There was nobody there, much to your relief.

Normally you were quite capable of controlling those small impulses. You were proud that you weren't a howling, restless mess like your fellow werewolves. That day you felt strange. Simply with your hand touching your body all your senses went crazy. You were always quite sensitive, but never so sensitive as to lose control.

Some footsteps coming from the stairs took you out of your thoughts and the strange nervousness you had was accentuated even more.

Luckily for you, it wasn't one of your classmates from Nevermore, it was one of your teachers, your favorite teacher, Marilyn Thornhill.

The redhead came down the stairs with her usual smile and immediately noticed your presence. You stared back at her, feeling your heart beating faster and the disconcerting heat inside you growing.

The woman tilted her head as she walked over to a secluded bookcase, motioning for you to follow her. You didn't even have time to think about your next move. Dragging the chair with a nasty creaking, you got up and went with her.

You turned the corner and there she was, pretending to look at some old books. You approached cautiously, looking around you. As if on automatic impulse, you wrapped your arms around her waist and rested your head on her back.

The heat you had increased, but at that moment all you thought about was her. Marilyn laughed softly and turned around, taking your hand.

“Hello, honey…” She whispered in your ear. After glancing to either side of her briefly, she leaned her head towards you and placed her lips on yours. A desperate moan came out of your mouth. It wasn't a meow, it was a sound you couldn't remember ever making.

When you arrived at Nevermore, the last thing on your mind was having an affair with one of your teachers. For you, those kinds of relationships were fiction, things that only happened on a tv screen. After whole afternoons in the conservatory and funny talks, that nice teacher-student relationship crossed the line it wasn't supposed to cross.

It was a forbidden, clandestine relationship, based on kisses, hugs and whispered words of love. You were madly in love with Marilyn and she knew it and enjoyed seeing your eyes begging for a kiss, for a caress.

The kiss was not meant to be what it became. Agitated and terribly nervous, you deepened the kiss, causing the redhead to widen her eyes in surprise as your tongue entered her mouth moving mercilessly.

You didn't know why you were doing it. It was just like your instincts were guiding your actions. You were a shy girl and you never asked for more than Marilyn seemed to want to give you, but with each passionate kiss, with each brush of your body against hers, that strange state you were in seemed to subside.

“Honey, honey…” Marilyn said when her back collided with a self. You didn't listen to her, you kept kissing her, caressing her, while your purring became more and more evident. “Honey, what's wrong with you?”

Her hand went to your chest to stop you before you started another round of merciless kissing. Involuntarily, you snorted at the loss contact, causing her gaze to turn curious. With severe difficulty, you managed to relax and shook your head, embarrassed by your enthusiasm. You were not yourself, all the kisses you gave her gave you a strange pleasure and you almost lost control.

“I…I…I'm sorry,” you said, with your cheeks red and your breathing fast and disordered. Marilyn smiled, shaking her head slightly.

“(Y/N), you know we have to be careful…” She told you, caressing your cheek.

Every time her skin brushed against yours, millions of electrical impulses made your pupils dilate and you had to fight the urge to jump at her neck again.

“I know, it's just that…” You said, keeping your composure, putting distance between her and you to avoid the temptation.

“Are you okay? You're sweating,” she told you, looking at you now with some concern.

You shook your head and sighed. Your heart was pounding, your purrs were loud, and the heat you felt was becoming unbearable.

“No… I don't know what's wrong with me. I was calmly studying and suddenly I started to sweat...”

“Do you want to go to the infirmary, honey?” She asked affectionately, putting her hand to your forehead. Her breathing was also fast, you were able to realize that.

“Meow,” you meowed again, covering your mouth immediately after. The brush of her hand against your skin made you lose control. She pulled away and frowned at you, carefully studying your condition. “I'm sorry…”

Marilyn was looking at you curiously. Her eyes changed in an instant, turning slightly dark.

“I think I know what's wrong with you…” She whispered, getting a little closer to you. Her hands went to your waist and her lips kissed yours again.

There were too many sensations to be able to control. You pressed against her as you deepened the kiss, you wanted to feel all of her body, all of her warmth. Little by little the chills increased and an overwhelming heat began to form between your legs. Marilyn pushed you away again, but this time with a petulant gesture.

“What's happening to me? It's a feeling I've never felt before...” You said, ashamed of your erratic and passionate behavior. The redhead smiled mischievously.

“It's pretty obvious,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Obvious?” You asked, starting to get very nervous. Marilyn agreed.

“Of course, just look at you...” She said, amused, pointing at you.

You looked at yourself. You were a sweaty mess purring desperately. You didn't quite understand what she was referring to, and worst of all, you couldn't take your eyes off her dress, where a rather obvious bulge had formed.

“I still... I still don't understand anything...” You said nervously, closing your eyes.

“My love, you are in heat. I've had enough cats to know that.”

You opened your eyes and you were speechless.

Your parents had told you that it could happen, but the years went by and you never had that feeling, so you had completely forgotten about it.

Even as a human girl, your feline counterpart often took over your feelings without the need for you to transform. Apparently, heat was one of those feelings.

“Oh…” You said with flushed cheeks. “I don't know what to say…”

Marilyn approached again, curiously watching the reactions your body had with her caresses. It seemed that the way your hair stood on end and your body trembled desperately was amusing her.

“You don't have to say anything, honey, it's normal, you don't have to be ashamed,” she said to you with a loving voice, a tone of voice that even under normal circumstances made you tremble.

“I feel like I'm going to explode… What can I do to stop feeling like that?” You asked, instantly regretting it. You weren't an idiot, you knew the answer.

“Do I really have to answer?” She said, laughing, with a tender look.

You shook your head and, checking that the library was still empty, you rushed to her lips again, this time with more desperation. You didn't know if it was the right time, but you needed it, you needed something that you hadn't considered in the last few weeks, you needed her.

Marilyn kissed you back, trying to keep you as still as possible. You, with a too indiscreet meow, kissed her neck. The redhead was panting, but she barely moved, letting you do everything you wanted, almost everything. Your hand moved down between her legs, where her arousal throbbed, wanting to come out. Immediately her hand stopped yours, grabbing your wrist.

“What are you doing?” She asked with a sigh. Her breathing was also disordered, and she didn't seem to want to lose control. You barely heard her voice, your head imagined what it would be like to feel her inside you, how pleasant it would be for her to take you, to fill you up...

“I… Well… I…” You stammered. She laughed again, shaking her head.

“Honey, I'm very flattered but…” She said, looking at you determinedly. “I, I don't think it's the best time, nor the best place.”

You meowed again, going crazy to try to silence your own instincts.

“I thought…” You whispered, trying to calm yourself down with all your might.

“You have to be patient, honey,” she told you, pulling you into a warm hug. It would be a loving, romantic gesture, if you didn't feel her arousal digging into your body. Marilyn seemed to notice and she backed away in embarrassment. “Sorry, (Y/N), my body sometimes seems to think for itself. Come, I'll make you an infusion so you can relax, okay?”

You nodded, feeling enormous frustration. Your need didn’t change after that infusion. It would be a terrible week for you.

There was nothing that could ease that tension. Your encounters with Marilyn were still just as pure. Sometimes you thought she was amused by seeing you desperate, seeing how you begged for her to take you. At first you thought it was your imagination, but her kisses and her caresses, her most common gestures of affection were much more intense and she smiled, she always smiled.

You no longer felt ashamed, your need was so great that you asked her directly. Marilyn just laughed, shaking her head, saying that the time would come soon, that you would have to hold on a little longer. Your despair increased every day and your meows and purrs began to affect your academic life, interrupting classes and unleashing teasing from your classmates.

A week had passed and the cold showers and the walks and hunting moments in the woods were no longer useful for anything. You knew what you wanted and the only woman who could give it to you seemed to mock you. You loved Marilyn n and she loved you, you didn't understand why to make you wait amused her, why she enjoyed seeing how your body begged, a docile body, that would let her do what she wanted, you would be a rag doll for her.

“And put that one in that corner,” the redhead told you, while you placed some pots where she was indicating. You always obeyed, hoping that this sudden extreme submission would make her please, make her please you.

“It's already done...” You whispered, controlling your trembling. You couldn't help it, every time you looked at her you had those visions, those uncontrolled desires. It didn't matter how many times you masturbated, that wasn't enough, your body wanted her.

“Great,” Marilyn said, clasping her hands together, satisfied.

You agreed. Your body trembled and sweated, your pupils were dilated. You could barely speak normally, every three words, you would meow. You had to do something.

“Marilyn…” You said in a low voice, without looking at the redhead.

“Mm?” She murmured, cutting a few small leaves from a plant.

“I...I, I can't bear it anymore...” You said, slowly approaching her desk.

“What's wrong, honey? Have I made you work too much?” She asked, completely ignoring the true meaning of your words.

“That's not what I mean…” You whispered, suppressing another meow. “I'm having such a hard time...”

She looked at you and made a fake sad face.

“Oh, my love, come here,” she told you, extending her hand for you to take.

You obeyed her, feeling a rush of warmth as her hand gently gripped yours. Your heartbeat quickened again and your breathing was rapid, sonorous. The purring was not long in coming.

“Sit down,” She ask you, pointing to her lap. You carried out her order immediately. That was even worse, you'd rather she told you not to go back to the conservatory, to break up with you, than to be sitting on her lap, so close to her, your most desperate desire.

“My poor kitty…” She whispered into your ear, grabbing your hips to place you with your legs on either side of hers. “You’re having a hard time”

You nodded, letting yourself go. Little by little, your hips began to sway, rubbing against her body. She did nothing, she just laughed tenderly, seeing how you melted with that little contact. As if evil had taken over her, she emitted a subtle and very erotic moan in your ear, while the touch intensified. Her body was responding quickly and soon you felt her arousal rubbing against your needy center.

That sensation was completely new and dangerously exciting. You moved automatically, seeking as much contact as possible. Marilyn kissed you, caressed you, while she gently followed the rhythm of your hips.

You could feel it, you were so close that you lost control completely, moving desperately and not being able to suppress a considerable amount of meowing.

“Please... Meow... I... Meow... I need... Ple... Meow... Please,” you said almost crying. She looked at you surprised and ran her hand up your legs, under your uniform skirt. Your wetness was overwhelming and she seemed to find that so funny.

“Shhh… Calm down, (Y/N), does this relieve you?” She whispered to you, passing her hand through your folds, over your underwear.

You moaned strangely. No one had ever touched you there. It looked like what you wanted, but it wasn't enough, you knew it, and so did she. You didn't want her to stop. Among more desperate meows, you agreed, while her caresses became slower and slower.

“Very good, honey…” The redhead whispered. “You're a good kitty...”

Saying those words, she pulled her hand away and with a gentle push, she pushed you off of her. You groaned in frustration and tears began to run down your cheeks.

“What?” You asked, your purrs completely drowning out your words. “Why? I, I liked it…�� You said desperate, trying to return to her lap. She got up, pointing to the clock on the wall.

“It's time for dinner, (Y/N), I don't want you to be late,” she said as if nothing happened, with that tone and that mocking smile that became too frequent that week.

“Meow…” You meowed, before clearing your throat to be able to speak clearly. “Why are you doing this to me?”

She looked at you surprised.

“Doing what, my love?” She asked with an innocent voice.

“You know it perfectly…Meow,” you stammered. “You do nothing but make fun of me. I just want you to love me, to want me... you know what I'm going through and you know what I need.”

“(Y/N), haven't I relieved you a bit?” She asked mockingly.

You snorted, incredulous and stopped to think. You needed it badly, you needed it desperately like you'd never felt before, and your body was going crazy.

“I'm sick of your games,” you said, hissing, suppressing the trembling of your body. “You know what I tell you? If you don't want me, I'll find someone who does,” you said without looking at her, going to the conservatory door.

Marilyn didn't say anything, but her expression told you that those words made something move inside her.

“What did you just say?” She asked in a dangerous tone, stopping you from leaving  with a strong grip on your wrist.

“You heard me. I'm tired of waiting... I'll look for someone who doesn't laugh at me and gives me what I need,” you said defiantly. Marilyn pulled you hard in front of her. Her look was not that of the tender and sweet botany teacher, her eyes were cold, threatening.

“How dare you talk to me like that, you filthy kitty?” She hissed, grabbing your hair and yanking it hard. “I don't care how desperate you are, you're still mine, you hear me?”

You widened your eyes. That possessive attitude surprised you for a moment, but soon you began to enjoy what you had achieved. It was the button you had to push to get on her nerves, to make her realize you needed her. You meowed with pleasure and your purring was once again present in the conservatory.

“I need you…” You said, faking more pleading than you really wanted to show. Marilyn released you and crossed her arms, shaking her head and softening her expression.

“You need me... Oh, poor silly kitten... You're so desperate...” She said caressing your cheek. “Do you need me so much how to make me angry?”

“Yes…” You sighed, letting yourself melt from her warm touch on your skin. “Please… I want…”

She laughed and returned her mocking and amused expression.

“What do you want, honey? Do you want mommy to take care of you?” She asked ironically.

At that moment, you put your defiant and rebellious attitude aside and nodded profusely without thinking. All your clothes were in the way and your eyes went to her crotch, which was marked in her blue jumpsuit, which seemed to call you by name.

“I want you to…” You said stammering. “I want to be yours, Marilyn… I, I need it. I need you inside of me… Please.”

The redhead laughed with satisfaction, passing one hand over your chest while she with the other she got rid of her underwear.

“How cute you are, (Y/N), you're such a desperate kitty…” She whispered while you only dedicated yourself to feeling her caresses. “Mommy likes to play with the kittens like you… She wants them to pray for her…”

You just nodded automatically, noticing how you had fewer and fewer clothes. You didn't feel capable of saying anything, only of purring, of panting, of feeling how the moment you wanted so much was getting closer little by little. The redhead stepped away a bit and undid the buttons on her blue jumpsuit, letting it fall to the floor and finally freeing her length which looked almost as desperate as you. You drool at the sight before you.

Marilyn ran her hand along the length of her cock, stroking it gently, making her quiver with eagerness. She was enjoying her own caresses, but she obviously had other things on her mind.

“Get on your knees,” she ordered, pointing to the ground. You were surprised, noticing how the despair you felt seemed to have no end. She wasn't going to make it easy for you and you knew that, but seeing her excitement, the desperation with which her cock throbbed in front of you, made your body move by itself, resting your knees on the cold stone floor.

“Mommy… Please….Meow,” you said, meowing again involuntarily. Marilyn laughed at the speed with which you picked up on her game, and she gently cupped your chin.

“I know you're anxious for mommy to give you kittens, to feel how she fills you up, but you've been bad, honey, and now you'll have to please me. Use your sweet mouth, you silly girl... Show me that you need me...”

You nodded and timidly obeyed, running your tongue along her entire length. She moaned as she felt your lips around her and gently swayed her hips. She was big, overwhelming for your mouth, but you still held on and were as skilled as you could be as a total inexperienced in the matter.

“That's it…what a nice kitty…” Marilyn murmured, moving even faster as you struggled to please her. “I love you…”

Those words took you out of the situation a bit. She had told you that she loved you many times, but this didn't seem like the right time to say it. She surely she was having so much pleasure thanks to you that she even seemed to lose her sanity. You stuck out your tongue and moved it quickly, making her moans even louder. You noticed that her body tensed, that her cock trembled in your mouth.

She was close, you could feel it. Your human part considered it normal, something that had to happen and it didn't matter. Your feline part was horrified, terrified to see how something so precious for your needs was going to be wasted. You didn't just need the pure pleasure that sex gave, your instincts and your nature had another purpose.

“I'm close, honey… I, I'm going to cum in your pretty little mouth…” She said between gasps, moving in a disorderly way, almost as if she was fucking your mouth. You opened your eyes and pulled away immediately. You didn't need that, you needed something else, and you had waited long enough. “What the hell are you doing now?”

“Please... Meow...” You said getting up and sitting down at the desk.  “Please, take me.”

Marilyn sighed, clearly frustrated, but she didn't comment, she simply lifted your skirt, exposing your wet center and stroking it roughly with her serious gaze. She would surely be upset that you pulled away from her, but seeing how your arousal shimmered between your legs made her change her mind.

“Oh… My silly and needy kitty, you are so wet for mommy…” She whispered with a childish tone. “She can't wait any longer… she needs mommy to fill her up…”

You nodded as she inserted two fingers into your wet and slippery center. The sensation made you moan very loudly. Marilyn covered your mouth with her hand while her fingers explored your interior.

“Shut up, kitty, you wouldn't want to be found out, would you? Imagine that someone hears your kitten meows in heat and they find you like this, a mess desperate for mommy to give her what she needs... Poor silly kitten...”

You didn't answer, you just moaned and meowed, this time controlling the volume. You weren't even able to think about the consequences of being caught that way, you only thought about the feeling you had in your mouth, about how pleasant it would be to have all of her cock inside you, filling you up.

Soon her fingers came out of you and with her hands, she parted your legs. It would be an image worth seeing. You, some random Nevermore student, spread-eagled on your botany teacher's desk, desperate for her to fuck you.

“Are you ready, my kitty? Are you ready for mommy to give you what you want so badly?” She asked, aligning the tip with your slippery and soaked entrance. You wanted to answer like a normal person would, but your heart was beating so fast and your purrs and meows were so overwhelming that you could only nod. “I've asked you a question, (Y/N)…” She hissed in a darker tone.

“Yes…Yes… Please…” You managed to say.

Marilyn laughed and sighed as she slowly eased into you. She was not soft, nor delicate, but she was slow, painfully slow. You noticed how your body was slowly getting used to the intruder. You remembered what your friends said, that the first time was painful, that it was not pleasant. They were just dirty liars. You never felt something so pleasant, such a warm and pleasant feeling. Your walls stretched little by little, sending a lot of sensations to your whole body.

You smiled, you didn't quite know why, perhaps to finally see your wish fulfilled, to grant your most primal instincts what they so longed for.

“Oh, (Y/N), you're incredible, so wet, so tight... You hug me so well... You're a very good kitty for mommy...” Marilyn told you, while she moved slowly, introducing herself completely. “It hurts? I know I'm big, I don't want my little kitty to get hurt.”

You shook your head, slapping your hand against the table, wishing those slow movements would speed up, that you could feel completely hers.

“It's okay, it's okay, calm down…” She told you, amused, grabbing your ankles and raising them over her shoulders. “You are so impatient… You drive me crazy, (Y/N)…”

You smiled, enjoying that little by little, her rhythm was accelerating, while your body was allowing deeper and faster movements. You could feel her inside you, all of her, you were right where you wanted. You weren't capable of thinking clearly, of seeing the risks that something like this could cause and surely would cause. You were only concerned about satisfying your hunger, feeling each of her small movements.

“My sweet, silly girl…” Marilyn whispered, picking up the pace a bit when your body finally allowed it. “Your body was waiting for me, it adapts so well… Oh, my kitten, we are made for each other… You will have such beautiful kittens…”

You laughed at that statement, reaching out your arm to try to touch your lover. Everything she said sounded heavenly, almost divine. It was what your body wanted to hear, what your instincts wanted. You did not remember such a happy and embarrassing moment. If you happened to see yourself reflected in one of the crystals, you would look away. You were a mewling, drooling mess, completely at the redhead's mercy.

“Marilyn…” You sighed as she took a hand from your legs to take yours. “Please…”

She nodded, it seemed like she could read your mind. After letting your hand go, she jerked you toward her and her movements intensified, now fast, passionate. You moaned, not like a cat, but like the desperate girl you were at that moment.

“That's it, honey…” The redhead whispered, without stopping moving. “Be a good girl, a cute kitty for mommy… You take it so well… I would spend my life inside you, my love.”

You meowed at those words. Your body finally realized her strong thrusts and little by little that unpleasant and at the same time pleasant heat began to overwhelm you again. You were close to your first real orgasm, and you were excited, but desperate at the same time. You wanted to feel it all, you didn't want your own emotions to hide the sensations that Marilyn provoked inside of you. Your hips disobeyed your wishes and began to move restlessly, following the redhead’s rhythm.

“Oh my God,” you were able to say, before your entire body arched and your inner muscles hugged her cock tightly, as if they didn't want her to leave your body. Marilyn stopped for a moment, enjoying your crazy vision, your orgasmic sounds and the tremor of your body.

“Good kitty…” The redhead murmured, holding you so you would stay still. “You've done very well, even though you're a silly and desperate girl, mommy loves you, honey, mommy wants to see those beautiful eyes when you cum...” She said, smiling tenderly, something that didn't match her words at all.

“Please…. I…” You said panting, trying to catch your breath.

“Do you want mommy to fill you up honey? Do you want mommy to give you some precious kittens?” She asked while little by little, she moved again. You nodded, almost with tears in your eyes. Each of her movements were like electric currents running through your body.

“Yeah! Yes please!” You yelled. This time she did nothing to silence you, she simply smiled and closed her eyes, increasing her speed, moving abruptly. Surely you were not aware of what was about to happen, but it was what you wanted, nothing could change your mind, it was the bad thing about having an animal inside you.

“Very good, honey... Mommy is going to cum... She's going to fill you up, my love... I'm going to...” She gasped, grabbing your hips tightly as, with a heart-rending moan, she leaned into you, squeezing her eyes shut.

A sudden warmth appeared in your center. A hot liquid ran through you while you felt how her cock throbbed. At last the moment had arrived. You had no idea that it could be so pleasurable, so much so that you had another small orgasm while her cum filled you completely.

“Damn, (Y/N), you're perfect…” The redhead whispered, still inside of you. “I'm sorry I made fun of you… I didn't know what I was missing.”

You just stared at the ceiling, noticing how a trickle of liquid ran down your leg when she finally pulled away from you. The purring disappeared, the messy meows no longer fighting to get out of your mouth. You felt great relief, your whole body relaxed. You felt weakness, you had no strength. The tension you'd had that last week was finally released, and just the way you wanted it to.

“Sweetie…Honey…” Sweet whispers brought you out of your state of ecstasy. You sat up at the desk and blinked several times, in case your subconscious had played a trick on you and all this was a simple dream.

“Hey? What?” You said, pleased that no cat sounds came out of your mouth.

“My love, it's been wonderful, but we have to put all of this in order…” Marilyn told you, getting dressed again. You nodded, jumping off the desk, still feeling how her cum was inside you. You got dressed, you put on your uniform while you thought when would be the next time that would happen. “You stay there for a moment.”

“I love you,” you said happily, like in a hallucination. Marilyn smiled and sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

“Me too my love. You're mommy's good kitty, don't forget it…” She told you in her ear, giving you a soft kiss on her lips. “We don't get to have dinner anymore, but what do you think if we both take a bath together in my room? I really want to love you again...”

[mojoomojojo]

Hey sweetie, I am the anon who ran on an errand earlier. What a good boy, holding on for us for so long!

I said I'd give you a reward if you kept holding it. You're being so good, I think. Do you have a mug you're willing to pee in? If you do, grab it, take it to the bathroom, and fill it up over the toilet. You can only pee however much the volume of the (standard morning coffee or tea) size mug is. Then you have to stop, dump the mug, and flush it and wash your hands as though you fully emptied your bladder. Think you're able to do that honey? If you're too desperate, you can skip it, but I just wanna hear all about how good it felt, darling ❤

oh god

*whimpers*

I've got the measure cup i used to scoop out the laundry, i use it for bleach too, so it's not gonna be drank out of-- let me use that

thank you so so so so so so much

oh gosh oh gosh dancing back and forth in front of the toilet

so i was so worried about overfilling the cup that I only let myself pee in short bursts, and it was like each one, it was trying to force as much volume of piss out of me as the time allowed-- splashy 😳😳

ohhhh when i had to stop i nearly cried

but then now I feel a bit better oh fuck ohhh thank you so much oh I'm-- i still feel winded oh fuck fuck that's, i still have to go but that's a difference that's better ohhhhhh my god thank you

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

WAIT TWO EPISODES LEFT???!?!!?

HOW IS THAT RIGHT?? THAT CAN'T BE POSSIBLE

Okay we'll think about that in a second lol

Oh dang oof o.o

It's literally on fire 😬

Ope dang why is that scar so big and like idk weird looking xd xD

O.O NEVERMIND THERE'S MY ANSWER

UHHHH WHAT THE HECK??!?

Uh ohh some girl 😬😬

OH NO this ain't gonna be good :(( yeah Grace is right-

CORIQBXUFSNLP GRAAACE???!!?!!!?

NAH GRACE NOT HER Y'ALL AIN'T DOING THIS TO ME

I mean I'm sure she'll be fine but still my girl don't deserve this 😭 xD

UHH OHHHH

O.O 😬😬😬😬

OHHH NO OH NO OH NO O.O 😳😬😬😭😭

THISSSS AIN'T GOOD THIS AIN'T GOOD THIS AIN'T GOOOOD

O.O

ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Oh gosh xdd

Btw we don't talk about how I'm an hour behind lol

Typing this right around 9 XD

3 minutes after now but I would've been ending here around 9 if my wifi hadn't been struggling for a minute lol

Also ohh it's probably two episodes until the finale lol

I thought of that after a minute (like around the end of the promo lol when I first saw it actually at the end of the show instead of an hour later lol) and now after another minute I think it probably is xD

I had a second to check the episode count and stuff lol (not how many there are, though I couldn't remember that off the top of my head for a minute during all this xD, but what number we're on lol)

But DANG o.o

I live in fear :'))

That was the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loooved this episode!! I thought it was great :D. It had the DRAMA o.o but also some really hilarious moments XDD. And AAHHH not only tarlos (and Nanteo!!) crumbs but talk of the WEDDING TOOO :DD!! I mean I know it is in most episodes but still xD. Loved the multiple references by Gabriel 🥰🥰, plus talking about Lou 2 by Owen LOL. Not technically wedding talk but eh you know talk about them xD. Anyway! I am also SO GLAD everything worked out with Tommy :D. And I'm happy we got to see everyone 🥰🥰. Also, I'm scared for next episode o.o. Now that time I saw of someone mentioning that Grace and Carlos were gonna be working together again soon makes sense xDD o.o. I figure that's what it's gonna be, now that I remember I saw that mentioned lol. But! I'll talk more about that in a second :). Back to this episode, it was silly at points (even within the drama, like the little mystery music when Paul was laying it all out at the end xD) but still made the drama work, and it was just great :DD.

Now it's time for the individual parts!

Marjan, Nancy, and Mateo! Putting them together just because they're our besties and we didn't see them too much this episode :)). And pretty much whenever we did they were with each other xDD. Anyway lol! They were great this episode :DD. I'm sure they were all great at their jobs lol. We didn't actually see it xD. But yeah! They're all amazing :DD. I love each of them 🥰🥰🥰❤️.

TK and Carlos! The beginning was amazing XDD. But :OO Carlos how could you? XDD. I don't think I'm as betrayed as TK though LOL. Anyway, they were great this episode xD 🥰. And AAHHHH we got so many little cute moments of them this episode :D, I loved them all 🥰🥰. My boys :)). I love them 🥰🥰❤️❤️. And I'm sure they were both great at their jobs :D lol. About next episode though! Even though I don't like knowing too much about the episode beforehand, I couldn't resist reading the next episode's synopsis lol xD. I saw it right there when I was checking what episode we were on AND I had to lol. But :OO!! TK's uncle coming to visit!! He gets to meet him :DD!! AAHHHH I'm so glad he does 🥰🥰. And he comes with dramatic news o.o. Now for the interesting piece of information that Robert (that's his face right? Owen's brother lol) is sharing, I wasn't sure at first! Had no clue for a minute lol. But then I thought, maybe he has donor kids? Like, he donated sperm? Or Owen's dad :o? One of the two, I think. I mena if it is that lol. Becuase it would affect the family, if like those people wanted to reach out or whatever, but also it matches the episode title :OO! Right?? See that's what really cinched it for me lol. So yeah, I think that's definitely a possibility :))! I said cinched but I'm not actually sure, I just think there's a pretty good chance :)! And I mean, hey, it would be interesting! Anyway, I am really glad they get to meet :D. And that we get to see them meet, lol xD. Anyway! There was an interesting tidbit about Carlos next episode too :D. AAAHHHHHH WE GET HIM WORKING WITH GRACE AGAIN!!! YAYYY :DDD!! I'm so excited for that 🥰🥰. I mean, not the organ trafficking ring ರ⁠_⁠ರ, and the drama that looks like it'll come with it (more on that in Grace's section), but for the storyline :D. Anyway! I'm excited :)). But back to this episode lol: I loved them, they were great :)).

Grace and Judd! They were great this episode :DD. Them wanting the tea from Tommy was so funny XDD. And though we didn't see much of Judd this episode, he was still amazing :)). I'm sure he as great at his job. I love him 🥰🥰. Now for Grace; girl could not mind her own business lol. Nah, I'm just kidding XD, but I'm glad they did get all that sorted out. And honestly for to not want to hear people talk about your friend that way :')). My besties <333. As in, my babeys who are besties, basically lol. Basically that's what I mean, anyway. But yeah, she was great <33. And I'm sure sh was amazing at her job too :). I love her 🥰🥰. Now, for next episode o.o! I already spoke on it a bit, but I'm a bit tense for that one 😬. I didn't think of it being a possibility that she has having andidnk with the guy on purpose till I saw a comment on the promo that said she said the cheating type and was probably bait. I just figured she ran into him (not literally). But I do think she's probably bait. It makes sense! Still, in fear for my girl 😭😭💔❤️. I'm excited to see her and Carlos working together again!! Anyway, yeah, she was great this episode (both she and Judd were) :)). I'm glad everything worked out 🥰.

These next few will probably be shorter because a) I'm tired, b) most of the stuff from these past two paragraphs was because of theories for the next episode, and the people left weren't listed lol. Also, I'm not caring about the usual review order - no matter how tired I am, I'm posting this tonight xD. Basically I just mean I'm finishing this now even though I'm tired - I wanted to do a review without saving it as a draft, and having it at the back of my mind all week, so I am xD. Anyway lol!

Tommy! YESS GIRL SLAYYYY :DDDD!!! I'm so glad she and Trevor are okay :DD, and I'm so glad she stood up for herself >:DD 🥰!!! WHOOO 🥰🥳🥳🥰!! She did so great, it was awesome :)). Just- honestly just go off bestie, lol xD. The breakup was sad though 😭😭😭💔. I was hoping it wouldn't last, and I'm glad it didn't :')). They're sweet and they both deserve to be happy <333. Anyway :)). I'm sure she was great at her job this episode 🥰. I love her :'DDD ❤️❤️❤️.

Paul! My guyyyy :DDD. YESSS!!! He slayed so hard 🥰🥰. I'm so proud of him :D. From the little bit at the beginning (that I'm surprised wasn't brought back up lol, like at the hang, but in my mind definitely happens off screen before what we saw lol) - Carlos how could you by the way >:'O lol - to the main plot and case of the episode :D. He slays so hard 🥰🥰. I'm really glad he managed to solve it, to :D. Like, the whole situation wise lol - it needed solving xD. And clearly the police were already leaning one way. Even if that doesn't matter, it would've taken much longer. So yeah, I'm really proud of Paul 🥰🥰. He's just so cool :DD xD. Related but not the reason I'm proud lol. Anyway! I'm sure he was great at his job this episode 🥰. His actual job, not the one we saw, though he was clearly amazing at that :)) 🥰. And I mean, it kinda is his job xD. It's a psrt of it, anyway lol, sometimes. But yeah! I love him <3333 🥰.

Owen! I'm glad Kendra's innocent :D. I wasn't sure, but I didn't think they'd have ANOTHER crazy lady lol. You just never know though xD. But I am glad she's not :)). I felt awful for her though 😭💔. Poor girl's going through it <33. Especially with trying to DIE at the end too xdd. Not literally trying, by the way lol. I've mostly stopped feeling bad for he husband though xD. Bro was trying to kill her, karma lol. But yeah, I'm glad everything turned out okay and no one was a murderer :)). Well I mean, even the husband wasn't, but I mean none of them were to blame xD. And there wasn't another one running around lol. I'm also glad both Owen and Kendra survive xD. We love to see TK worrying about his dad though :)) 🥰🥰. I'm also glad everything worked out between Owen and Gabriel :D! That would've been one awkward wedding if not 😅 XD. Though, forgetting it was so soon, I did figure they'd resolve it by then. Or thought they probably would lol. But hey, I'm extra happy it was this episode :)). Not exactly the team up we expected for them xD, maybe even not the one we wanted lol, but it was still great nonetheless :)). And I'm glad he apologized, but Gabriel wasn't TOO out of line lol - he did share confidential information with Owen that he then blabbed to the number one suspect, even if it was for the greater good. I mean, he's not it before and it NOT end up well lol (Sadie, and even though it was fake, Billy in 2x12). But! Still, I'm glad theyre okay again :)). They are gonna make great consuegros 🥰🥰 lol. Also I find it funny that neither Owen nor TK knew what it meant lol. Idk, it's just a little parallel lol. Anyway! I'm sure Owen was great at his job this episode :). Though I don't know if he was actually on shift once today xD. Eh, anyway lol. I'm glad everything's good 🥰🥰. I love him :D ❤️❤️ <3.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! I thought it was great :DD. I really liked the two main plots, and the little side bits were fun too :)). I think the drama and humor balanced really well! Especially because somehow the murder investigation plot was a lot more severe/dire, and the other one would appear to be more a funny storyline, but it had its own drama and they still someone went along well with each other xD. It did provide a bit of a lighter side, balancing the episode, but it definitely still had its drama lol! Anyway, I feel like next episode will be a bit more drama 😬. Well, maybe not more, and maybe not less jokes, but less of a closer to comedic relief plotline. Tommy's wasn't of course, but it was deifnitley lighter, and the bits with Grace especially were on the funnier side lol. I think the Grace and Carlos storyline will be the more serious one (with laugh moments still), but I think it'll be a bit more dramatic all around. I'm struggling a bit to explain, but yeah xD. It just feels like it'll have a bit of andifferent tone from this one, even though Tommy's eas definitely dramatic and had a good amount of serious moments. Maybe it just because we're drawing closer to the end of the season ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌. Like they said, two episodes left - it just makes it feel like it's gonna be more intense XD. But again, two episodes left until the finale lol. Anyway, that took a while to explain, but yeah XD. Plus we'll have calls, or at least the one, so it'll be different in that way. And that call looks wild, by the way o.o. Anyway, yeah, I'm definitely really excited :DD. But I'm scared and way nervous too 😳😬 o.o. Which I think is fair lol. I'm sure everything will turn out okay though 🥰. But back to this episode, I thought it was really great :). I think it worked really well :D. And I'm glad Paul got a moment (a full episode :D) to shine 🥰🥰. Also, I'm happy we got to see everybody 🥰. Even if only a bit, for some people :).

So yeah! I loved this episode, I thought it was really great. I'm nervous for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 14: Tongues Out

It was great! I'm super excited for the next episode, but I'm pretty scared too. I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 15: Donors

See you next week!

[spnwoman]

Wow!! What an amazing blockbuster of a chapter!! So good and exciting it had me on the edge of my seat there! Oh Jo I was thinking she’d go there, but I’m so glad the reader brought it up to Dean and just didn’t “assume” and held it in but actually asked him about it… and wooohaaaa! The news John has😳😳 wow!! Oh boy this is gonna be something 🙈😬 and ohhhh that little insert of the next chapter is looking pretty damn good if ya know what I mean 😁😉🥰 can’t wait for more! Love this so much!

Smoke Eater - Part 6

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

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Word Count: 7,000 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, angst, hurt/comfort

Part 6: “Just Casual”

A few days after the house fire that claimed the life of Paul Richardson, father of two, Chief Bobby Singer was joined in his office by Detectives Winchester and Novak, along with his resident Squad Captain and Truck Lieutenant, Benny and Dean.

“The Richardson fire has officially been determined an arson,” Bobby revealed.

“They found a time-delay incendiary device hidden in the attic. No fingerprints. But that’s not even the odd thing,” he said. “The medical examiner found a brand mark on his wrist that was inconsistent with his other burns. Which is why you’re here, I reckon.”

Bobby directed his gaze at both John and Cas, who didn’t look surprised to hear this news.

Dean raised a brow. His gaze shifted to his father, but John only met his stare for a moment before he answered Bobby’s unspoken question.

“We’ve been investigating a series of murders in the area over the past six months,” John said. “Each victim died in their home, with the same brand somewhere on their body. Typically the wrist, or the back of the neck.”

“So we officially have a serial killer turned arsonist on our hands,” Bobby concluded. His attention shifted to Benny and Dean. “Keep this close to the vest, but keep your eyes open.”

“Arsonists are hard to catch,” Dean said, looking to the detectives. “What do you know about this guy?”

Cas glanced at John. The older man could feel his stare, but had to ignore it for now.

“Not much as of yet,” John said. “Right now he’s a coil of smoke, if you’ll pardon the phrase. Our psychologist says he’s most likely a white male, statistically speaking. College educated, or at the very least intelligent, efficient, and so far, he thinks every step through. Like he said, no prints. But the brand is a message.”

“To who, and why, is what we’ve been trying to figure out,” Cas added. “We think that’s the key to pinpointing a suspect.”

“Really,” Dean said. He raised a brow and crossed his arms. “Six months, and that’s all you’ve got?”

“Dean,” John started, but the Lieutenant shook his head.

“Come on, Dad. I know you. Who is this guy?”

“Dean, this is the best I can give you right now, but believe me, we’re working on it,” John said, that tone that boded no further argument.

Bullshit, Dean wanted to shoot back. But he held his tongue for now. He knew that John wouldn’t budge. Instinct still told Dean that his father was holding something back though.

As the men filtered out of Bobby’s office, Dean held Cas back for a moment.

“Watch the old man’s back, all right,” Dean said. “He’s got a penchant for being reckless.”

Cas gave him a wry, pointed look. “I’m doing my best. Winchesters are a stubborn lot.” 

Dean smirked and walked out with him. Meg was headed inside, having just come in from an ambulance call. She smiled when she saw her boyfriend.

“Hey, lover,” she greeted. And she smacked his ass in front of God and the entire Rescue Squad, who liked to sit outside the firehouse and play cards at their table.

Ramirez and the others smirked and called out their customary whoops and cat calls. Dean smirked at the actual blushing discomfort that tightened up Cas’s face and shoulders.

“Dinner tonight at Casablanca’s, right?” Meg asked, unfazed by the catcalling peanut gallery.

“Right,” Cas said stiffly. But he still brushed her cheek with his thumb in affection. “See you later.”

“Yep,” she nodded, though she shot Dean a wry brow. “What? I stole your boyfriend. Get over it.”

She continued on her path back inside the firehouse, leaving Dean and Cas to stare after her in annoyance and begrudging fondness, respectively.

Dean turned to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Good luck and Godspeed, my friend. That woman’s fuckin’ terrifying.” 

Cas gave him a lazy solute as he walked away. He found that John had already started up their police car. He was in the driver’s seat, as always, with a hand resting casually on the steering wheel.

Dean typically sat in much the same way. Cas thought both men were more comfortable in a car than anywhere else in life. Except, maybe, the precinct and the firehouse.

Cas slid into the passenger seat and gave his partner a knowing look.

“I still think you should tell Sam and Dean what’s really happening here,” he said.

John looked over at him with an almost unreadable expression. But they had been partners for a few years now; long enough for Cas to get a read on the older veteran.

“I understand why you want to keep them out of this, but now this guy is starting fires. Here, in Dean’s district,” Cas pointed out. “Wouldn’t it be safer for him if he had clearer eyes walking into the next one?”

If, God forbid, something should go wrong on the next call Dean responded to, John would never forgive himself. Both he and Cas knew this, but John never answered his partner’s question. He didn’t want his sons getting their noses in this just yet, even if it meant the worry he saw in Dean’s eyes.

So he put the car in “drive” and peeled away from the firehouse.

Trying to match your schedule with Dean’s was a challenge you two were trying to figure out. Though you’d fallen into a pattern of talking on the phone to fill the void when you two couldn’t meet.

Even after almost two more weeks and a third date, you were pleasantly surprised that you and Dean still had plenty to talk about. You told him more about your childhood with your grandparents, while he told you funny stories about him and Sam growing up with their dad, though he was often gone while working on cases.

It was family friend and Fire Chief, Bobby Singer who looked after them whenever John couldn’t, or his old partner Jody Mills, or even Ellen Harvelle, owner of the Roadhouse.

The more you learned about Dean, the more invested you became. And he listened to you when you went on tangents about new recipes you wanted to try out (as long as he got to be your official Taste Tester).

You two argued, playfully and fervently, about music. And you’d been creating a list of old shows the other hadn’t seen, but absolutely needed to.

Dean had suggested Dukes of Hazzard, for example, while you suggested Smallville. You each only agreed to put up with this list if you two watched it together. (Needless to say, there would be some marathon binge watching in your future.)

That was why you didn’t think much of it when Dean invited you to join him at the Roadhouse to meet Cas, one of his best friends, and his girlfriend Meg. You’d invited Andréa to come along, and even Dean’s friend Benny, who she’d also been seeing ever since that night at the Roadhouse.

Apparently, the couple had their own plans.

You tried not to feel some type of way about her brush-off, but your friend had been increasingly distant since she met Benny Lafitte. However, you supposed you couldn’t judge. You hadn’t been calling her as much either, ever since you met Dean.

You knew that if you kept dating him, some adjustments would have to come in your life. You also promised yourself that you’d never be someone who forgot your friends for a man…even for a man like Dean Winchester.

Tonight, however, you’d come directly from work to meet him at the bar. It made more sense than to make him come pick you up from your house, so you sat with a ginger ale while you waited. He’d promised you via text that he was on the way, just stuck in traffic.

Okay, drive safe. 😘 Don’t speed, please.

You knew how he liked floor the Impala with that damn lead foot of his.

No promises. 🏎️

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you were smiling unconsciously as you read his reply.

You were soon knocked out of your thoughts when a smooth voice said your name. You looked up and to your right, and there stood a familiar face. The man greeted you with an easy smile as he sat down next to you.

“I thought that was you,” he said. He reached out his hand and re-introduced himself. “Gordon Walker. Not sure if you remember me.”

“Oh, yes! Of course I do, Gordon,” you smiled and shook his hand.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said. His dark eyes subtly took you in from head to toe in your skirt, heels, and blouse. “Though I’ve gotta admit, I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Ah, right,” you said. “Well—”

Before you could explain, Gordon held up a finger as he noticed your drink of choice.

“Oh, wait a sec. Let me get you something stronger than soda,” he said. He started to flag down Jo, but you shook your head and made a cutting motion with your hand.

“Uh, no, that’s okay,” you said. “I’m waiting for someone.”

“What?” Gordon asked.

It was getting busy in the bar, making it loud enough that you could understand why he hadn’t heard you. You leaned over towards his ear.

“I’m good for now, thanks,” you said, raising your voice a bit. Gordon leaned in even closer and chanced resting a hand above your knee.

“You sure?” he asked. He gave you a smile that was all smooth sex appeal and confidence, without being arrogant.

It was undoubtedly attractive, but you were more shocked than charmed in your blush. You instinctively leaned back when you felt his hand on your thigh. Your hand clenched on the counter.

While your brain scrambled to figure out a response that would successfully remove it (without snapping rudely like you were itching to), a hand slipped along your lower back.

You jolted a bit in your seat with a flare of unease, until you turned your head and found Dean.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and dropped a kiss at your hairline. He also clapped a heavy hand on Gordon’s shoulder and squeezed. The other man graciously got the hint and leaned back, withdrawing his hand from your thigh.

“Hi,” you said, finally able to breathe a bit easier. You gave Dean a smile, and he returned it.

He looked over at his friend with a sharper smile. “Hey, Gord. How’s your night goin’?”

“Good.” Gordon nodded, now with a knowing gleam in his eye. “Though I’m sure your night’s gonna go better.”

You weren’t sure how to take that remark, considering the way Dean reacted with a tighter expression and pursed lips. Then, they flickered at a smile.

“Well, we’re meeting up with Meg and Cas in a minute. You should join us,” Dean said. Even though his tone wasn’t so very inviting. The two men seemed to have a wordless conversation between the lines that you couldn’t decipher.

Gordon shook his head, but raised his drink. “No worries, you guys hang. I’m leaving in a few.”

“All right. Let us know if you change your mind,” Dean said. He thumped Gordon once more on the back, more friendly this time.

Dean’s other hand slipped around your waist. He tapped you on the side.

“Come on, I’ve got us a table. It’s quieter,” he said.

You nodded and slid out of your seat. You offered Gordon a polite smile, even if you’d rather not.

“Have a good night,” you said.

The other man’s smile was less flirtatious and more polite this time as well.

“You too,” he said. 

Dean helped you onto your feet, like the gentleman he was, and he continued to lead you away from the bar with a hand on the small of your back. You instinctively pressed against his side to squeeze past the throng of patrons.

When you reached a high-top table in the corner, he pulled out your chair and held your hand as you climbed up in your skirt. You thanked him with a more genuine smile. Though once he was seated next to you, you leaned towards him and laid a hand on his arm, which rested on the table.

“I tried to tell him I was waiting for you. He took me by surprise,” you whispered.

Dean’s brows rose, but his face soon evened out with a smile. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t worry about it. He didn’t know about us,” he said. “He was shootin’ his shot…a bit aggressively. Sorry about that.”

“Oh…it’s okay. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” you replied. Though butterflies ran through your belly when you considered what us meant.

You noted his frown at what you’d said though, and so you aimed to change the subject.

“But Cas and Meg know, right?” you asked.

Dean nodded. His frown started to lift. “Yeah. Cas is one of my best friends. Meg is…well. She’s the little sister I wish I didn’t have.”

You shook your head in amusement. Then you let out a squeal as Dean hooked a foot around the leg of your chair and brought you closer. He stopped you from becoming too unbalanced by wrapping an arm around your waist. You clenched your hands into the open panels of his plaid shirt, and his charming smile greeted you.

“Hi,” he said.

You laughed. “Yeah, you mentioned that earlier.”

“Well, I’m doing it right this time,” he said. And he dipped down for a lingering kiss.

Across the bar was Jo Harvelle, doing her job behind the counter. She poured five shots in succession and doled them out to a party of frat bros without even looking.

Her eyes were drawn to the back corner of the bar, where you and Dean sat closely together, exchanging whispers and the occasional steamy kiss.

“Mind your business,” came Ellen’s whisper in her ear.

Jo whipped her head to glare softly at her mother, but she saw Ellen’s point. It was both obvious and pathetic of her to stare.

Despite the unease making her feel a bit sick to her stomach, Jo went over to Gordon down at the end. His sympathetic smile bothered her; she knew then she hadn’t just been caught by her mother.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” he remarked.

“What?” Jo said. She began wiping down his area of the counter. “Would it kill you to keep it in the glass?”

Gordon gave her an amused look as he sat back in his seat. His tumbler of whiskey was drained.

“Look, I’m sorry, all right?” he said.

Both of them knew he wasn’t apologizing for the spill.

Jo’s brows knitted together, mostly in annoyance. “Again, for what?”

“I know it’s gotta be hard to see him actually moving on,” he replied.

Her lips pursed, and her eyes darted to the back of the room again. She stared for a moment at the side of your face.

“Knowing him, whatever it is won’t last,” she muttered.

Gordon hissed at the "burn," with a deep chuckle. She knew her words weren’t kind, but it was how she felt.

“That may be,” he allowed. “But he’s not just chasing tail anymore. That’s what scares you.” 

Gordon dropped a nice tip for her next to his glass. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and left Jo with the churning in her gut.

Cas and Meg finally arrived a few minutes later.

Dean knew you’d been to the Roadhouse before, but this was different. You were meeting some of his friends, and he realized how much he wanted you to. He felt…comfortable around you. And he wanted his friends to know you, and to like you.

“As you know, Meg’s our Paramedic in Charge over at 25,” he began, gesturing at the woman as she got settled in her seat.

You admired her long brown hair, tall boots, and black leather jacket. She seemed to ooze confidence and dark charisma as she tossed you a smirk.

“Guilty,” she said.

You smiled back. Dean gestured at her boyfriend next, clad in a beige trench coat, slacks, and blazer.

“And Cas, who bravely suffers being my dad’s partner on the job.”

Cas nodded wryly at the introduction. His dark hair and blue eyes were striking, you could admit. His tie was loose and slightly rumpled. Along with the stubble coating his face, he was handsome, if a bit scruffy. It was hard for you to believe he’d earned the top scores his year in the Police Academy, but you supposed that looks could be deceiving.

“What’s that like?” you asked with a smirk. “From what I’ve heard about John Winchester, he sounds like he’s a bit of a hard-ass.”

Dean barked with a dry laugh. “An understatement.”

“He has a crab-like shell,” Cas agreed. “But he has a soft center where it counts, not unlike his sons.”

You turned to Dean with a more teasing smile. “Aww…”

He rolled his eyes, even though his arm, which had been draped across the back your chair, now dropped to curl around your waist.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Columbo,” he remarked at his blue-eyed friend.

Always had to get the last dig in, it seemed, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little along with Meg at Cas’s expense.

“You guys all seem really close,” you said. It was nice for you to see.

Dean shrugged like it was no big deal. Or rather, like it was commonplace.

“Well, maybe family ain’t just about blood,” he said.

Meg rolled her eyes. “Ugh. What a friggin’ sap.”

“You love it,” Dean grinned. She smiled, begrudgingly.

Family ain’t just about blood.

You liked that sentiment as well. It seemed to be true here. 

Even Ellen Harvelle treated Dean like a son when she came over to greet your table. She kissed his cheek and gave Meg and Cas’s shoulders a squeeze. Even you got a warm hand on your shoulder when she introduced herself.

“Welcome, hun. I understand it’s not your first time here, but if you got any questions on the menu, you let me know,” she said.

Dean shot you a conspiratorial smile, and it got you wondering what he was about to do.

“I mean, I don’t know why you don’t put the order in for chili fries the second you see me come through the door,” he teased. “Come on, Ellen. How long’ve I been coming here? Since before I had a license?”

Ellen narrowed her eyes and flicked the side of Dean’s head, regardless of his flinching protest.

“Don’t you go sayin’ that so damn loud,” she reproached. “You never drank underage at my bar.”

His eyes averted with a smile, in a way that told you Ellen was a damn liar. You bit your lip to try and hide your smile.

“Anyway, I’ll get your damn fries—”

“And a beer,” Dean interjected. She rolled her eyes.

“And a beer. Four?” she pointed at the rest of you, and you, Cas, and Meg nodded in agreement.

“All right, four beers. Anything else, darlin’?” She looked at you with a mother’s charm.

You looked up from the menu and unconsciously smiled.

“Um, sure. Can I get the chicken sandwich?”

She patted your shoulder. “You sure can.”

Ellen then took the rest of their orders without writing a thing down. You were impressed by her memory. At the end though, Dean didn’t let her go without a hand on her arm.

“Thanks, Ellen,” he said with a more sincere smile.

“A-huh,” she replied, with all due sarcasm. But there was a fondness in her eyes that was hard to miss when she playfully grabbed the back of his neck. “Knucklehead.”

A giggle escaped you, and Ellen tossed you a wink before she went to put in the orders and get the drinks.

Conversation flowed easier when the alcohol came. One beer became two, and even three (four, for Meg). By then, you were sure it was one beer too many for yourself, but you didn’t want to be the odd one out. You were mostly listening to the three of them bounce back and forth between reminiscing with old stories and roasting one another mercilessly.

It was hilarious and entertaining, but you were trying not to get caught in the crosshairs of the volleying. Inevitably though, Meg’s attention turned to you with a certain sly smile.

“You must be real special,” she remarked, gesturing at Dean. “He usually doesn’t bring his girls around here, where he actually likes to hang out. Guess that’d mean he’d have to see ‘em again with the lights on.”

You blinked in surprise.

“Meg,” Dean’s voice cut like a warning.

Your eyes widened as you took in the change, his deeper voice, his more serious gaze, versus Meg’s nonchalance. Even Cas gave her a chiding look.

“Not sure I want to know what that means,” you tried to joke.

But you could guess. It was fairly obvious.

You glanced over at Dean, whose lips pursed. Before either of you could say anything more, Meg chimed in.

“Oooh, is this gonna be your first fight?” she teased.

Dean’s brows furrowed with a glare. “That’s enough.”

“And that’s our cue,” Cas nodded. He’d already slipped out his wallet as soon as his girlfriend started talking. He left a generous few bills to cover their half of the night, plus tip, and got up out of his seat. He claimed his coat and then encouraged Meg off her chair.

“What? I’m not done with my beer,” she protested.

“I think you are,” Cas said.

Meg scoffed, but she allowed his manhandling as he wrapped a supportive arm around her waist.

“You’re not the boss of me, Clarence,” she snipped.

“Certainly not,” he agreed. “But you’re a lightweight. Time to go home, before you insult the entire bar.”

“You’re no fucking fair,” she groused, hitting his chest over his jacket. Cas leveled you and Dean with a long-suffering look of apology.

Dean waved him off with a “no sweat it” look and a shake of his head. Meg annoyed the shit out of him sometimes, especially when she was drunk. He turned to you with a sigh.

“Again, sorry about that. I didn’t think I’d have to apologize for my friends more than once tonight,” he said.

You shook your head. “It’s...okay. Overall, they were really fun.”

Dean scoffed. “I don’t think Cas has been called fun even once in his life.”

You smiled in amusement, but Meg’s words still swirled around in your head like heady wine.

“Dean,” you began, but your attempt to broach the issue was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He gave you an apologetic look and fished in his pocket for his phone. His brows rose when he saw the caller ID.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I gotta take this,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, okay—” You’d barely nodded when Dean was up and out of his chair, heading out of the bar. You could still see him through one of the faded glass doors as he held the phone up to his ear.

It was late, and quieter now. A blonde server came to take your plates, and you actually remembered her.

“Oh, hi! Jo, right?” you asked. She hesitated when you spoke, but she bobbed her head.

“That’s me,” she said. “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks,” you said with a smile. “I met your mom. She’s really nice.”

Jo uttered a wry laugh as she stacked the plates and silverware. You helped her collect the silverware and empty beer bottles.

“Yeah, when you get her good side,” she replied. 

You smirked at that, remembering how Ellen snapped back and forth with Dean. You had no doubt that woman could be a pistol if you pissed her off.

“Well, it's nice here,” you admitted, once again taking stock of the décor. The music, the warm lighting, the good food… “It’s cozy.”

Jo’s smile quirked to one side as she paused.

“Well, it’s been in my family for three generations of Harvelles,” she said. “This was my father’s favorite place in the world.”

You caught the note of melancholy in her words, in her eyes.

“Was?” you echoed. She met your gaze and nodded.

“He was a firefighter,” she said. “He died on the job.”

You dimmed considerably. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Jo only nodded.

“How did he…” Your curiosity got the best of you, but you soon shook your head and backtracked. “Never mind, you don’t have to explain.”

“It was a fire that wasn’t properly vented,” Jo answered your half-spoken question. Her blue eyes were heavier. “He got caught in an updraft…but he actually worked at Firehouse 25. He was their brother. That’s why this’ll always be their place.”

You processed that with a slow nod of wonder.

“It’s good that you and your mom will always have that support,” you said eventually. “Even though…it might be hard too, to always be reminded.”

Jo’s lips quirked again. “It’s more the first one, but…sometimes the second one. A lot of these guys have known me since I had braces. It’s hard to shake that perpetual little sister thing.”

You smiled at that. “Yeah, I’d imagine that gets old real quick. A bunch of over-protective older brothers.”

“Overbearing, more like,” she scoffed. You laughed.

Unconsciously, you glanced over to the front of the bar, where you saw Dean still on the phone. You remembered the second date you were meant to have, when he was late due to a five-car pileup his team responded to.

You remembered that night he called you for the first time, after a long day he didn’t want to tell you about. He’d let you distract him instead. All the while, it had you wondering what he’d seen. What he’d responded to that day.

Had it been another car accident? A fire? What made someone as upbeat and funny and smooth as Dean seem to lose all the life in his voice?

Though while you were lost in your thoughts, Jo was watching you.

Jealousy roiled inside her, unbidden. She didn’t want to hate you, because unlike the girls Dean usually messed around with, you had some self-respect. Jo heard Meg’s snide clips at you earlier, and no one could fake the surprise in your eyes. Unless you were just that good a damn actor…

But no, she didn’t get that vibe from you.

It didn’t mean she had to like you though. 

“You’re right to think twice,” Jo said, earning your attention back with a swivel of your head. “What Meg said…she wasn’t wrong. Dean’s broken a few hearts, if you catch my drift.”

Just a few well-placed words, Jo thought. She realized then that she had the power to twist the wrench here, widening the gap between you and Dean. Feed your doubts.

She didn’t have to feel bad about it if it was the truth.

And yet…she saw the way your gaze fell. The disappointment setting in, the anxious clench of your hands on the table. You glanced over at Dean again out of the corner of your eye.

Jo realized then just what she was doing, not just to Dean, but to herself.

You’re not some petty bitch, she dully reminded herself.

“But,” she found herself adding. You raised your gaze back to her. Jo let out a subtle breath.

“It’s not always his fault,” she admitted. And maybe she was speaking a bit too much from experience. “The job demands a lot from him.”

Slowly, you nodded. You looked pensive, but not like you’d made up your mind.

Fine, Jo thought, as she collected the dishes and left your table.

She didn’t know if she wanted to sway you one way or the other on taking a chance on Dean Winchester.   

While you were talking to Jo, Dean was taking his father’s unexpected call.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” he said.

“Hey, son. How are ya?” John’s voice was gruff and tired. Dean frowned to hear it.

“I’m good. I’m out right now, but did you need something?”

“Have you responded to any fires lately?”

“You mean like the Richardson fire?” Dean asked pointedly. “No, haven’t had one since. And no cattle prod brandings either.”

“All right, good. Just checking in.”

Good? Dean thought. John would be chomping at the bit for a new arson. If he was “just checking in,” then he was worried about something. Is he worried about me?

“What’s going on? Is there something I need to know?” Dean asked in suspicion. This was why he had taken the call. “Seriously, you can tell me. I’m not even gonna bitch at you like Sam does.”

John chuckled. But then he hesitated. Dean knew he’d hit on something.

“Dad?” he pressed.

John’s sigh was a heavy one. “Okay. What I’m about to tell you, you don’t fucking repeat. Not to anyone, you understand me? Not even your brother.”

Dean’s brows furrowed in trepidation. “Okay, fine. What the hell is it?”

“Richardson, the father of two?” John reminded. “He was a lawyer, linked to a money laundering scheme through a company called Stull Storage. It’s an old company, dates back to the seventies.”

“Okay…” 

As John continued to explain, the more confused Dean became… 

About 30 years ago, John Winchester had been a young, but promising officer in the Narcotics division. He’d married young, and by then was just barely clearing the five-year mark. Already he had the house he’d inherited from his wife’s parents, a four-year-old son, and a newborn.

Stull Storage’s units were used by a drug ring that John had been trying to infiltrate, undercover. Those units had stored cocaine, illegal weapons, and other flavors of contraband, mostly from South America (and back).

“We got close to breaking that case, once, but after the fire…I transferred out of Narcotics, as you know,” John said.

Dean knew the real story there. After his mom died, his father went into a spiral, trying to find whoever set that fire—even after the Fire Department found no evidence of arson. John had eventually been forced out of Narcotics. He requested Homicide.

As he’d told Dean once when he was extremely drunk: I seem to do better at my job when the bodies are already dead.

“Now I know that I was right about your mother’s death,” John said.

Dean released a shaky sigh. “Aw, man. Not this again, Dad. For Christ’s sake.”

“There was something wrong about that fire, Dean,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over Dean’s objections. “I just didn’t find the connection…until now.”

Dean muttered a curse under his breath. His gaze fell to the ground. Sam was usually the one who drew a hard line at hearing any more about their mom’s supposed murder, but now Dean had reached the end of his tether. It was too much.

He glanced back through the glass doors to make sure you were okay. He saw you talking to Jo, and he frowned at himself.

Here you were, waiting on him back in the bar, and his dad was calling him in the middle of the night, chasing ghosts again.

“Look…it’s been my whole damn life with this.” Dean held the phone to his ear with one hand, and rubbed at his forehead with the other. “I just can’t do this with you anymore.”    

“Dean, listen,” John urged. “You wanna know what I’m digging into, this is it. I got Mary’s file unsealed.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “What? Thought you couldn’t do that without new evidence and a court order.”

“Well, I’ve got the evidence…maybe I was a bit impatient with the court order.”

Dean rolled his eyes. His father liked to play a little fast and loose with the rules.

“At the time, the medical examiner dismissed it. She’d been burned…” John paused on a deeper breath. “But I saw it. Mary had a burn on her wrist. It was the same brand found on Richardson. On Jerry Stillwell, CPA. Amanda Waller, journalist. It’s all connected, Dean. How they’re connected to one another, I’m not sure yet. We’re still digging…but I do know this. Richardson was a message.”

Dean’s back hit the wall of the Roadhouse. His brows furrowed as he struggled to digest everything John was saying.

“A message?” he asked. “To who?”

“To me, I think. Those kids, and their mother…you got ‘em out alive, but they weren’t meant to,” John said, his voice sounding heavy. "The wife told me her husband was erratic when he got home, holding his wrist. He'd been burned before the fire. He wouldn't say what happened...then they smelled the goddamn smoke."

"Shit," Dean replied. He leaned heavily against the wall, pressing a hand to his forehead. There was an ache starting between his eyes.

“Yeah," John agreed. "The drug ring I was investigating, when I was in Narcotics. I was getting close. And I mean close. I was about to get the Big Kahuna. The kingpin of the whole operation…and then the house fire.”

Fuck. Dean wiped at his mouth anxiously as he realized what John was saying. Fuck.

“He burned me, Dean. He must have,” John said. Meaning, the drug lord he was trying to pin down somehow discovered his identity. “Your mom paid the price of that.”

“Who is this guy?” Dean asked. His hand holding the phone was starting to tremble.

“I still don’t know his real name. Workin’ on that one too,” John said. “But they called him Azazel.”

When Dean eventually hung up with his father and returned to you at the bar, he saw you brighten. But you soon dimmed with a tinge of worry. Something of his thoughts must’ve shown on his face.

Shit. He tried his best to school his features.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he said, grasping your shoulder. “I’ll take you home.”

“I met you here, remember?” you asked.

Dean paused, then shook his head. Get it together, asshole.

“Right," he said. "Well, I’ll walk you to your car. Let me just pay real quick.”

After he sorted out the bill (he didn’t know that you’d slipped in an extra $30 in Cas’s stack for your part), he led you out, saying goodbye to Ellen and Jo while you went.

You hesitated when the two of you got to the car. Something wasn’t right with him. And both Jo and Meg’s words still rolled back and forth through your head.

“Dean, are you okay? Who was it on the phone?” you asked.

“I’m fine. It was just my dad, called to have me take a look at his car. We were just arguing about our schedules…I’m sure you can relate,” he replied, trying at a smile.

You weren’t sure if you believed him. Though he was nearly convincing, he was also shifting on his feet, hands in his pockets. His gaze roamed away from yours, above your head and over your shoulder.

“Um, I might’ve had a beer too many,” you said with a half-chuckle. “Could you walk with me for a bit? Just until my head clears enough to drive.”

“I could take you home,” Dean offered.

“And leave my car here?” you asked. In a public parking lot behind a bar?

You shook your head and pointed down the road.

“Just there and back…but if you need to go, I guess I could just sit in my car for a while.”

Dean shook his head with a frown. He couldn’t tell you that a damn serial killer was on the loose.

“No, it’s okay,” he said. “It’s a relatively safe neighborhood, but not so much at night. Not by yourself.”

He laid a hand on your back to start walking with you, but his hand soon fell back to his side. You glanced at him, but he looked straight ahead, unusually quiet and reserved.

It felt like he was checking out of this night with you. Like he just wanted to usher you into the car and leave. Did he just not want to deal with what Meg said?

“You must be real special,” she remarked, gesturing at Dean. “He usually doesn’t bring his girls around here, where he actually likes to hang out. Guess that’d mean he’d have to see ‘em again with the lights on.”

Letting out a breath, you tried to see if you could broach the subject.

“It was nice to meet some more of your friends,” you said, and with a nervous laugh, “even if it did get awkward there at the end.”

Dean finally looked over at you.

“We never exactly talked about what each of us was looking for,” you said. “What we were really doing here.” 

You stood your ground, but you tried not to look censuring. Just open to whatever he might have to say. Even so, unease churned inside you.

Dean sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “Look, she wasn’t exactly wrong about me.”

You considered that with a nod, biting the inside of your lip.

“When was the last time you were in a relationship?” you asked. Dean gave a humorless huff of a laugh. This really was the last thing he wanted to get into tonight, but he had a feeling he had no choice.

“A few months ago, for about a minute,” he said. “But uh, before then…never.”

Together, you began to cross the street while the cars on either side waited at the red light. Pedestrians had the right of way for the next 30 seconds. You looked over at him and steeled yourself.

“Dean, is this is something casual for you?”

“Define casual,” he attempted to joke (or to deflect). Though the bravado fell the moment he saw that look on your face: tight and disappointed…and hurt.  

He reached for your hand, but you weren’t having it. You slipped away from him and continued walking at a more brusque clip, even in those platform heels.  

“Okay, hold on.” He quickly followed after you and tugged you back by the hand. It had you both stopping in the middle of the crosswalk.  

Dean squeezed your hand and peered into your eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry. Don’t close up on me,” he implored. “…Please.”

Despite your better judgment, and your pursed lips, you waited. Something told you this man didn’t often say please.

“The truth is, I’m trying to do something different here with you. I don’t think we would’ve made it to date #4 if we were just casual,” he said. “I’m not playing games either.”

You wanted to trust that he was serious. Once again, your mind and your heart were at odds; the former told you to be wary, while the latter told you to trust the earnestness in his eyes.

Your heart won. “Okay, Dean.”

“Yeah?” he asked, with hopeful brows raised.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

You finally smiled. And you leaned up, resting a hand against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His stubble was coarse, but familiar against your lips.

Dean turned his head and leaned in for a proper kiss. His hands found the curve of your waist and brought you closer against his chest. You both sunk deeper into it, your lips gliding as your head tilted into the kiss…

Until a horn honked loudly, making you both jolt at the sound.

The streetlight was green, and several cars were waiting for you to cross. You snorted in amusement, leading Dean to grin down at you. He tugged you back into step with him across the street.

Again, you hesitated at your car. Dean was more himself as he’d held your hand all the way back.

He now held your car door open while you threw in your purse. But when you turned back to him, you still saw something brooding behind his eyes.

You drew near and grasped the open edges of his shirt. This man wore a lot of plaid when he was out of uniform, always with an undershirt. Tonight it was green plaid on gray, complete with some faded jeans and a pair of boots. This was the only “casual” way in which you wanted Dean.  

“Hey,” you started.

“Hmm?” he replied, holding you by your arms.

“I get that we haven’t known each other all that long. So you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” you said. “But did something happen when you stepped out? When you talked to your dad?”

Dean paused. His eyes, a pale green under the streetlamp, flicked to yours.

“I just want to know that you’re okay,” you said. “And if you’re not, that’s okay too.”

After a moment to blink in surprise, your earnestness got to him. His grip moved down your arms, and he took one of your hands. His dad’s warning echoed through his mind.

What I’m about to tell you, you don’t fucking repeat. Not to anyone, you understand me? Not even your brother.

Dean knew his dad didn’t make demands without a reason, even if he wasn’t typically so forthcoming with them. But Dean drew enough courage to be as honest as he could be. You deserved that much, after everything you'd put up with tonight.

“My mom died...when I was about four,” he said. “It was a house fire.”

Your eyes widened. All this time, you’d assumed his mother had passed away. You hadn’t expected that, though. You squeezed his hands.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, and you meant it. Dean just shook his head.

“It was ruled an accident. Really they just didn’t have much evidence either way,” he continued. “But uh, my dad’s been obsessed with the idea that it wasn’t. That someone started the fire on purpose… Well, today, he might’ve found his proof.”

He held your gaze for as long as he could, but in the end, he just couldn’t. His chest was tight. Saying those words out loud made them real, and he wasn’t sure of how to handle it.  

“Oh, Dean,” you said, starting and stopping, as you struggled to formulate a response that wasn’t just “I’m sorry,” or “Are you okay?” 

He clearly wasn’t. You also didn’t want to give him platitudes like, “That’s crazy,” or the ever-inspired: “Wow.” 

Or some other variation of what you’re supposed to say. You wanted to give him something honest. Something real. 

So you curled your hands around his arms, earning his gaze.

“You must be reeling right now,” you said. “Do you think he’s onto something this time?”  

“I don’t know what to think,” said Dean. “I’ve been pressing him for answers, but…honestly? I wish he hadn’t told me a damn thing.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that. You were surprised that he actually confided in you with this. But the only thing you could think to do was lean up on your toes and slip your arms around his neck. You hugged him, warm and tight. 

You couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling, but you just wanted him to know that someone was there for him. You were there for him. 

Dean eventually hugged you back. He held you, reassuring you as well as himself. He blew out a cathartic breath, and his hand came up to cup the back of your head. His lips tugged upwards.

“You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” he said. 

A smile spread across your face. Your fingers soothed through his hair gently. You pressed your lips into his neck.

“I aim to please,” you said against his skin.

Dean smiled more fully at that. The new warmth in his chest warred against the roiling in his stomach. Despite his best efforts, his smile faded.

His mom’s killer was still out there.

The thought was haunting his mind, and he knew it probably would for many nights to come.

So for now, he’d just hold you a bit tighter.

AN: 🥲 I honestly didn't mean it to end so angsty, but Dean finally got some much-needed hurt/comfort there! What did you think of how Jo handled her jealous side? And Gordon "shooting his shot" lol.

Coming soon in Part 7, we finally get to a huge milestone between these two lovebirds, with a side helping of baking shenanigans. 😏❤️‍🔥

Next Time:

“Ey, ey!” he raised a warning finger with his free hand. “You’re about to take this to a new level.”

You met his gaze through your lashes with a playful smile. “So?”

Dean raised a brow at you. He could admit, you had audacity. All he could do was call your bluff.

He took one of your battered fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widened at the feel of his soft tongue swirling around your finger, sucking it clean. All the while, his eyes never broke from yours.

Lord have mercy, you thought. Really, it was the only coherent one in your head.

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[hanemiso]

...dazai, Fyodor, akutagawa and atsushi with a bilingual s/o ?

Also I love Ur writing so freaking much, I've been bringing through posts for ages now lol. (◕ᴗ◕✿)

a/n: awww thank you nonnie!! that means so much to me 🥺💞 thank you for requesting, pls enjoy!! i hope fyodor isn't ooc!! i’m not caught up in the manga so fyodor is based off of what i’ve seen in the anime or remember

characters: dazai, fyodor, akutagawa, and atsushi

bsd characters w/ a bilingual s/o

- i’m gonna start this off by saying

- you fckin cuss him out in your other language LMAO

- and whenever you do he’s like 👁👄👁

- “i’m too scared to ask…”

- “you should be 🥰”

- that’s usually all you use your other language for

- but dazai is enamored with your accent and your pronunciation in your other language

- you could legit tell him to eat shit and die and he’d still look at you like ❤️👄❤️

- like

- accents are sexy 😏

- he also just thinks your intelligence is sexy, the fact that you know more than japanese is enough to get him hot and bothered

- he’s very much the embodiment of “i like your funny words magic man🤩”

- and also like “go oooooooon”😃

- listen this man-

- i’m sorry but he generally doesn’t care 😔

- but if you speak russian 👀

- you’ve peaked his interest

- it’d surprise him the first time he hears it

- he’s looking at you like 😃 “hello yes you speak russian?”

- he uses you to gather intel if you speak other languages other than russian

- if russian is not your first language, he finds your pronunciation adorable

- he considers you both the dream team, neither he nor you considered just how much language can play a role in a master plan

- he wants you to teach him words and phrases in your other language so that he has another way of discreetly giving orders

- i’m sorry i can only envision you calling him a rat in a different language if you ever got mad at him and he would take it as a compliment 😭

- the biggest “this you?” LMAO-

- he’s just like ☺️ “you have a way with words”

- i know i said fyodor wouldn’t care

- but aku is even worse

- you’d say something to him in your other language and he’d straight up be like

- “i can’t understand you, idiot. you know how to speak japanese. use it.”

- he’s one salty bitch i’ll tell you that much i love him anyway

- if you keep speaking in your other language even after he says that to you, he will walk away

- in his mind, if you’re not going to say anything to him that he can understand then you’re wasting his time

- but if it sounds like you called him a name?

- ohhhh he’s gonna turn on his heel and look at you with the deadliest stare

- “wanna run that by me again?”

- if you’re bold you’ll say it again >:(

- he’ll ask what it means before marching over to you and getting in your face

- he would never hurt you, of course, and you know this. these kinds of fights happen quite often anyway

- but what you weren’t expecting was for him to ask you to teach him the bad names LMAO

- it’s like that one panel in wan

- he uses them to insult atsushi (i’m sorry precious boi)

- he’s another one who finds your ability to speak other languages fluently hot 😏

- except he gets more flustered than dazai

- when you speak in your other language he’s like 😃 “eh?”

- i can see him like tanjiro asking kanao about her coin

- you know when he’s like “nani nani??”

- you teach him because he seemed interested in your other language

- one of the phrases you taught him was “i love you” 🥺

- and when you told him what it meant HE GOT SO RED AWWWW

- and tried to say it back to you, but he was stuttering the entire time with a red face because it made him nervous

- you know how i said akutagawa uses the names you teach him to insult atsushi? well one time roles were reversed on accident

- he had heard you call dazai a dick one time and when he saw akutagawa iT SLIPPED-

- when he realized he said it he was like 😳 meanwhile aku was like 🤨

- “what did you say, jinko?”

- “you heard me! >:(“ he just didn’t wanna repeat it

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[smallestapplin]

ohhhh boy are we simping over Milo now??

he’s like

ugh so delicious looking first off, and second off he’s probably the sweetest guy ever. A lot of people give grass gyms shit because they’re usually one of the first but fact of the matter is milo could still compete with the other gym leaders and could fuckin destroy a few of them I’m sure

my fav typing is grass (Leafeon is my fav across all games, I literally didn’t continue playing Arceus or Shield until I was able to get an eevee I deemed acceptable which took literally hours) and I’m gonna defend my big bara grass man until the day I die.

imagine just riding him in a field of flowers and he whispers sweet nothings about how beautiful you are and how you’re so perfect and he loves you. But he’s still massive so he’s still having to bully his cock into you inch by inch

or being plowed from behind by him like a Wooloo being bred, that’s also good. he’s still so sweet in his words despite the fact that he’s pounding you into the soft grass

“Daisy-darling, you are so tight for me, only me”

“Ah you love being bred like a Wooloo, huh? I would do anything for you”

((let’s not talk about how fucking attacked I felt when I saw Adaman with a Leafeon because the man looks like he was focused tested for me and now he gets to go with my Leafeon collection too))

anyway hi again - 🐌

Milo is the god of ‘sweet soft words, breaking your back.’

Yeah he’s gentle as he can be, but no matter how much prep he gives you, he still has to bully his cock into you.

Even then he almost cums at the sight of a slight belly bulge from his cock.

You’re already drooling and he only just got it all in.

It’s going to be a wild ride.

(Also I don’t think I’ve had a favorite Pokémon type? I kinda just go with whatever I think looks cute/cool and can kick ass lol…though I am a pyro😳 and like causing blood thirsty problems in battle.)

[spextronaut]

Y’all my mum and I finally made it to Amok Time you know what that means

My mum and I’s reactions to Amok Time (kind of) in real time!!

I’ve been literally sick with anticipation anxiety for this episode for the last hour, already off to a great start

The only thing my mum is going in with is that Jim gets a titty window and Spock gets so horny he almost dies, she’s also off to a great start

From the get-go Spock is a bit off, that’s fun

Christine you really can’t take a hint hm?

Spock really yeeted that soup huh

New intro music, it’s a space opera. This isn’t what I expected

Also, DeForest is in the opening credits now, that’s nice

Spock I get that you don’t really want to tell him about the whole Pon Farr thing but Jesus man

“Rest” mhm sure definitely not needing to fuck yep right no definitely not

Oh boy he’s shakin

CHEKOV!!! FUCK YEAH

Are we not gonna discuss the fact that Jim was laying in his room in the dark thinking about how to help Spock??

Spock is once again committing mutiny

And he has amnesia that’s fun

I love how Bones defaulted to his typical snippy-ness with Spock but then when he realized that Spock wasn’t his usual self he softened up

We’ve figured out that Spock will die but we haven’t figured out that he just needs to have sex

This would be a lot easier if Spock just decided that gay sex would be an easier fix to this than going back to Vulcan

We are only 13 minutes in and so much shit is going on, I just have to wonder how long they roll around in the sand for (im gonna time it, I gotta know)

Again, if Vulcans just had better sex ed this would be a lot easier to deal with

I know Jim is really smart but he has dumbass energy this episode

We’ve learned that Spock is just incredibly horny

Spock is comparing himself to salmon,, okay sure

My mum is incredibly happy about the score that’s playing

“Why are you comparing getting married to dying??”

That’s a little close guys,, that’s a little close

Those are some real vibrant curtains Spock, I love them

He just destroyed a computer good god

So Spock is worth your career huh

Christine I love you don’t get me wrong but please for once take a hint

Have to take a break bc my body wants to screw me over ✌🏻

We’re back and slightly less in pain, woo

“Your face is wet” no shit Spock she’s crying, did you just forget that people do that???

Spock my guy my dude bestie bitch you can’t just invite your captain and also Bones to go to your fuck or die party

Hello T’Pring 😳

“Shes lovely, Mr. Spock” okay Uhura you fruit /pos

“And she is… my wife” *cue everyone looking shocked*

We’re on Vulcan you know what that means, mentally preparing for whatever the fuck is about to happen

They’re wearing tinfoil. They are just wearing tinfoil. Losing my fucking mind

Jim and Bones look as confused as I feel, fantastic

Spock you can’t just introduce Jim but not Bones

What the fuck is going on

Blood fever???

Mentally preparing for whatever the fuck is happening

“Do you think Spock can take him?” “I doubt it” damn that’s one hell of a burn

And then she fuckin chose Jim,,, what the hell T’Pring

Spock my dude my guy mister motherfucker you really are begging T’Pau to not let Jim participate huh?

Here we fucking gooooo it’s mental breakdown time

Ohhhh boyyy

He really didn’t know what he was signing up for lmao

Titty window!!!

You lookin a little submissive and breedable there sir /j

Those. Those are ropes

The whole rolling around in the sand bit up until Jim ‘died’ lasted just under a minute,,, not gonna lie that’s way too long and I love it

And Spock is fine now. Yes the whole thing can be solved my killing someone but Jim isn’t dead! What the fuck!

I’m making a bet that Spock being legendary is actually just him being overly emotional and gay as fuck

“Live long and prosper, Spock” “I shall do neither” dramatic much?

My mum has just informed me that my uncle wore tinfoil once bc I pointed out that the Vulcans were wearing tinfoil

“He’s like a cowboy isn’t he?” “Is he??”

I thought you didn’t feel things Spock 🤨🤨

You lost all your interest in T’Pring after that???

Thank you Bones for pointing out how absolutely batshit that was

Final thoughts:

Jesus fucking Christ that was gay as shit. 10/10 episode I have no idea what just happened but it was so fun

My mum’s final thoughts:

She was too tired to really process what happened but she’s gonna rewatch the episode tomorrow and I’ll let y’all know what she thinks then

Favorite screenshots from this episode:

And of course the iconic

So yeah, whole episode was just an absolute mess and I loved every second of it

[garciamorales]

happy birthday love!”

Steve’s voice is the first thing you hear after waking up.

“what?”

You mumble still a bit confused as you sit up on the big bed.

“happy birthday!”

He repeats with a big smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hair still a bit messy from the night, his eyes fixed on yours, his pretty smile decorating his face.

“22, bloody hell lobe look at you go! you’re gonna catch up with me soon.”

You chuckle softly at him.

“Dont think that’s how it works, love.”

You’re quick to point out as your rub your eyes but steven only shrugs.

“Who cares how it works my love, what’s important is that today is all about you, yeah?”

He asks, moving closer as he pulls you in for a kiss. Closing your eyes you let his lips lead you, only tilting your head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss when you feel his hand on the back. His tongue on yours only for a second before he pulls away quickly.

“OH! Presents!”

He jumps off the bed excited and you whine quietly, already missing the feeling of him on your lips.

“We’re gonna make sure today is wonderful, yeah?”

You smile watching his run around the flat picking up different gift bags and things wrapped in colorful wrapping paper.

“We made plans, Marc and I, the whole day planned out just for you! Half the day with me, the second half with Marc. Oh this is so exciting innit? We’re gonna take you out, a proper birthday date and and we’ll…Marc has some plans for…later.”

He stops for a second, looking you up and down with a small smirk.

“I think you’ll like what he planned for you…it’s just…it’s a bit more…erotic.”

He mumbles and chuckles at the way your eyes go wide at his words. He runs to your side of the bed quickly, cupping your face in his hands before pressing another kiss to your lips and then your forehead.

“You didn’t have to, both of you.”

You whisper quietly, feeling yourself melt into his touch. It takes a moment but you know what’s happening you can tell now, after being with them for a while, you notice the switches.

“Oh we did.”

Marc speaks after a moment, that god damn smirk on his face before his lips crash with yours.”

“We did baby, you deserve it, deserve a perfect birthday. Perfect birthday for our perfect baby boy.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

DONT LOOK AT THE TYPOS DONT LOOK AT THEM!!

I-I-I I'M GONNA CRY 😭😭😭 MICHELLE WHAT IS THIS YOU I-I AAAAAAAAAAA I CANT WORDS THAT'S I OHHHHHH 😭😭 MY BOYS IM GOING TO CRY!!!! MICHELLE MY LOVE PLEASE I CANT THAT'S SO SO SWEET YOU YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE THAT I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH I CAN SEE IT IN MY HEAD STEVEN ALL EXCITED RUNNING AROUND TRYING TO PICK UP THE PRESENTS AND OHHHH GOD I LOVE HIM HE'D BE SO EXCITED AND THE KISS AAAAA AND THEN HE STOPS TO RUN AND GET PRESENTS AND I WHINE... sounds like ME AND I CANT I CANT THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER THE BEST GIFT I COULD ASK FOR AAAAAA I CAN SEE IT IN MY HEAD SO WELL AND SEE THE COLOURFUL WRAPPING PAPER HE'D HAVE USED AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE UHH THE UHHHH HE THE... MARC HAVING PLANS FOR THE NIGHT I I UHHH 😳😳 I oh god I I oh god what would he have planned I'd die I OHH AND STEVEN'S SMIRK AND I WOULD JUST GO 👁️👄👁️😳 AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE SO MUCH AND THE MARC AND HE THAT DAMN SMIRK AND HE HE CALLED ME BABY AND THEN BABY BOY I CAN'T DO THIS MICHELLE AAAAAAAAAA I'M GONNA CRY 😭😭😭 I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH MY LOVE I LOVE IT SO SO SO SO SO MUCH WAAAAAA

THIS IS ME RIGHT NOW

[wordstro]

oh dear. reading the got au felt like watching a car crash in slow motion JGDGJDGJDJFDS like u just know. u just KNOWW this is gonna end horribly and yet u just cannot bring urself to look away??

the loneliness, ohhhh the loneliness. i find it so interesting how u manage to isolate ur mcs from the rest of the world in so many ways and then always dig INTO what that means for a person and how it affects them. it's always so tragic too :((( let me give your mcs a good ol' hug, every single one of them :((((((

and even when they have people around them it does nothing for them, often makes it even worse. like here, yeosang likes to play his games but ultimately does not really care for y/n when it comes down to it, mingi (my BOY <33333 *sobs* i lov him) is sweet and kind and the closest thing to a friend they have but ultimately can't do a whole much for them, can't protect them from the court's games or even really be there for them, and for hongjoong, at least i feel like, this whole thing is just about possession. i don't believe that he loves y/n, i don't even think he likes them very much, but in his eyes they're his after all the time spent together and every time they have challenged him in the past and he WILL make them realize it by having them completely dependent on him.

i think that's what his whole "you will ask for my help" schtick is really about: wanting the mc to be so vulnerable and so helpless and defenseless that they have no other way to go but to him. and marrying san would save them from exactly that: their mother, who would want to elevate their pain as much as she can from how far away she is, would want the best for them suggested him, and even mingi, who seems to be at least a little in love with y/n, has nothing bad to say about him. and it makes it all even sadder imo: knowing so well that marrying san would save them from so much pain, and maybe they could have a better, happier life even. and instead, from the looks of it, they're getting pulled straight into the black hole because hongjoong and his stupid little ego can't stand not being all-powerful💀

ON ANOTHER NOTE: suffering immensely under brainworms planted into me by imagining hongjoong with long white hair. HE'S PRETTY ENOUGH ALREADY WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!!!!!!!

thank you so so much for the thoughts and also the wormies. cannot wait to see where you're gonna take this!!💕

🍋 anon

omggg hi!! car crash in slow motion is the perfect way to describe the got au I literally feel like I'm writing one omg

every one of my mcs are always so SAD and I try so hard not to make them so sad, but dkjsfnskjn

yeosang's games here are so unfortunate, because the consequences are SO much worse and everyone knows it you know? also mingi is my LOVE so I always write him so sweetly. in the end he can't do anything and it sucks because in another life y/n and mingi could have been friends :(

ohhh i'm 👀regarding what you said about hongjoong. maybe he cares, maybe it's all just a game for him, but either way the man is toxic as hell as targaryen men are lmaooo :(((

ALSO PLEASE IMAGINING HONGJOONG WITH LONG WHITE HAIR IS THE EXACT REASON WHY I STARTED THIS. i thought targaryen hongjoong and was watching house of the dragon and then i was like DAEMON HONGJOONG????????????? and my brain exploded. just imagining him all pretty with white hair and robes and riding dragons 😳

[iheartlife555]

I’m so happy today! I know this feeling will last and I’m grateful for it now and forever srsly! it feels so good to know that my existence is pure, unfiltered love. my very being, my core is LOVE. it feels good to know what i want is mine and it’s mine for a reason:

because it wants ME! i’m a vibrational match for all my desires already ain’t nothing i gotta do to be those things or have those things bc they’re already mine 🥴 why did it take so long for me to internalize this fact! ? am i slow?😐 i think i might be.

i’m actually kinda shook that i’m destined for so much success like how am i supposed to handle being so iconic?? i’m literally going to be THAT girl, can i handle that pressure😭😭i know i can bc duh, but yooooo wtf my life is destined to be SO perfect some people will hate me for it😳😳zero flaws, zero stress, perfect face perfect body perfect husband perfect lifestyle perfect habits perfect children omg perfect everything like i just know that people are gonna insist i’m a fraud 😣😫

might as well accept those antis now, we live in a society where Beyoncé has haters i guess it’s just a part of life and being perfect doesn’t mean everyone will wanna bask in my glory…and tbh i get it, not everyone wants to be or even know they can be literally flawless and transcend the perceived limits of humanity so when they see someone that’s got it like that, they think it’s too much. fuck ‘em tho!

damn the universe really put my life in limbo until i could understand this, huh? like i’ve been isolated and i thought it was bc Versa was punishing me for my negative habits and patterns but it’s bc everyone and everything was sick of me not fulfilling my role of GODDESS. 😭 Like I srsly wasn’t in my bag i wasn’t living my purpose i thought i was serving but looking back i was just not doing what i’m here to do and not being who i’m supposed to be omwwwww. I fell off the track to greatness bc I was worried people would be intimidated and hate me but I’m over making myself small so people can be comfy around me 🤣

no hate to past me everything she did got me to this point like I’m thankful i fell off MAJOR bc Im not supposed to be average (if someone else is reading this, you’re not supposed to be either) and to be honest a bunch of shit i wanted last year is so trifling to me now I understand why they never came to pass like my dna and my superconscious knew better forrreeeeaaaaal bwahaha i remember thinking “damn i know i’m hot why are my dms dry” and now ik it’s bc i lowkey knew…deep down in my heart….that i don’t rate these boys in my country💀🥴 i was just trying to feed my ego at the time and universe said nooo pls we can’t fulfill your majesty, you’re on another level. damn! even w my living situation i see now that i’m the one blocking my parents from finishing the house (on a vibrational level ofc) bc in my mind we deserve an entire private estate so the universe is just like “😗….do i let them finish construction here or are you still deciding wtd queen?” daaaaaamnnn on top of that i had a bunch of limiting beliefs about money like i knew deep down i can manifest it out of thin air but it’s been so drilled into me that I NEED to provide service/product to make it. now i’m like ??? why and who taught me tha- ohhhh old people w limiting beliefs running so deep and wide they don’t even wanna be told the truth they call you devil worshipper if you were to tell them all you need to do is think it to be it even thought that’s what all the religious texts say🙄why do people wanna suffer so bad? 😭 begging and begging and begging for things they already have! i know for some peoples situations are bad because from jump they were just bombarded with horseshit limiting beliefs and some have been born into systems designed to oppress humans and for those people i pray everyday that that shit is lifted from them and they prosper in every sense of that word but for the person reading this right now 🤨🤨🤨 MOVE OUT YOUR OWN WAY DUMMY YOU BLOCKING YOUR BLESSINGS FOR NO REASON LIKE YOUR MANIFESTATIONS ARE WAITING STOP BEING HOT AND COLD W YASELF !!!!

anyways, i realize the main thing that was holding me back is guilt like i was like “how can i say i want to live a life of opulence and extreme wealth when someone out there is starving rn” 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ will worrying about them not having food manifest food for them? jfc i used to be so…just so. 💀 “i can’t be too smart or people will feel bad about their own intelligence” “i can’t be too beautiful or i will make others feel bad” “i can’t be too nice bc people will think i’m trying too hard to be something i’m not” wooooooaaaaah and all these thoughts started happening around 14 or 15 and i was starting to see that people were really out here struggling struggling with so so much that i felt bad for having a great life…🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️i really am an angel, my mental health deteriorated bc i was stressing about other people’s quality of life…i was a stupid angel though bc if i knew then what i knew now i would’ve just blessed their situations instead of staying up late and fucking up MY shit bc i wanted to be emo about the political and economic state of the world 💀 took me too long to realize the helpless can’t help for shit i gotta get mine so i can put other people that haven’t had the blessing of being this spiritually magnificent onto how to have it all😌 and that’s just what i’m doing right now! if you’re someone that’s decided to read my ramblings up for whatever reason, have you not had some sort of revelation of your own? an aha moment springing up on you? have you not had that feeling of “ugh! i can’t believe i used to do that” ??? 🤣 i bet you have. if you haven’t you will, i have planted that seed, trust! and you will start to unravel those gross limiting beliefs and recognize thought patterns that are blocking what’s divinely yours. and you will wipe your ass with those thought patterns and flush ‘‘em out with the rest of the bullshit that’s not for you.

[what-nani-ano]

Hmmmm. That's a very happy response to Lilia....

Did his fangs get to you too?

You simply can't resist nice peeps and people who ask you things sweetly which actually makes you a very big list. You're an introvert easy pulled out of her shell. (I tried to pick peeps for Aurora too and... All I can see is her running for the hills. ^^' SHE KEEPS RESISTING PIP. AAAAA.) You get suckered in more easily.

OHHHH, YOU GOT A STORY OF HOW YOU'LL COLLECT IDIA? DO TELL~

Oh my... If this is what affects your pulls then Deuce, Trey and Kalim would come easily. Floyd is a coin flip. YOU GOTTA DRAG IDIA HOME. Lilia would be a surprise peep that appears.

Y e s fangs- but i like his personality a lot too- 💖

Wanna know why I easily come out oF my shell? This is bc

I don’t care

bc sometimes I just think of it as a gacha game- 50/50 chance of getting a nice friend or getting a crappy one that leaves u disconnected and forgets abt u

buuut I dont mind either outcome, nice friend is nice ofc- and I'll keep them 💖 but getting a crappy one is not gonna change much, since if I'm unhappy i'll just introvert my way out of that friendship and be alone at peace again

in other words

I'll be a ghost *ba dum tsss* no seriously

So yeah basically, I don't care if I get a bad ending with extroverts- I can just go back to being alone and I’ll feel back to normal

I might approach first if they're shyer than me 👉👈 only if they're shyer than me- or if im protected behind a screen-

Yeahhhhh i made a story- hehehehehe but it's more of just an idea- I think I talked abt it before??? In a nutshell Jani meets the idia during ~the new years thing with juice and kalim~ (bc i want to 😳) they’re both in line and Jani sees him being all nervous and just thought he looked interesting and was like “hi” and then introduced herself- ofc they didn't talk a lot bc they were both shy, she pretty much just asked what he was tryna get from the bags and shiz and then that was the first time they met- didn't have much impact on both of them

akejaish BUT then they meet online in some multiplayer game or smth and become friends bc they had fun chatting- jani just doesnt reveal if she's a boy or girl when gaming online cus... why would u do that??? how can u even trust ppl on the Internet so easily with that info??? (dw I love ya’ll tho)

THEN on a twisted wonderland day of fate- She's looking for Azul in the board game club to maybe tell him about someone breaking rules/discuss business maybe? BUT THEN OYA WHO's THIS DUDE HE's PLAYING WITH? that Guy JANI TRIED to TALK TO? they finally meet properly then boom- something idia says reminds her of her online friend she mentions it and one thing leads to another then Idia is like "WTFFF U'RE A GIRL?!" and then friendship :D

wow I talk a lot- anywayy

Knowing my lazy ass I don't want to put any more effort in getting those three to come home- pshhhhhhh I-It's not like I want them to come home or anything!

If they dont come home then so be it- i cant control that lmao *just cuddles ruggie*

[mojoomojojo]

aw i'm not embarrassed at all! like i said, i think that's adorable. you tried so hard to be good, sweetheart, you held so much you couldn't hold back a second longer. you were such a good boy!

thank y

thank you so much!! you're so !! oh!!! 😳 is it is it all r you can say no its isitokay if i ask you or people or is it may i can i come please i need to im about to ohhhh

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Oope o.o Wyatt, ain't it?

Yuupp 😭😭😬

Uhh ohhh

AAHHHH yup he's not making the call o.o 😬

OOOHHHHH NOOOO O.O

I bet he's saying it to keep him away :((

Oop or maybe to see if he doesn't take it?

Judddd 😭😭😭😭❤️💔

Poor Wyatt :'(((

Naurrr 😭😭😭

Aww Judd :'((

Yeah boy you did wake her up xdd

Aww 😭😭

C'mon Judd talk to her :'(

Yeeeah it will be hard to come back from xd

I mean yeah would you take it back :((?

AGHFHGHFFKCIEJ NOT ANOTHER WEATHER REPORT

Aaand now we're on commercial xdd I'll come back later and edit this probably when I watch that bit

Marjan XDD

So sorry y'all xD

Oope? Is he already back in jail xD

Oohhh no it's not even him 😬 xd

Jail or hospital 😬

Please tell me not dead D:

NOOOOO MATEO DDDD': 😭😭😭😭

And also MARVINNN but we didn't really know him xdd

Mateooo 😭😭😭 <33

Noo honey it's not your fault :'((

It's very unfortunate but it is not your fault <33

Okay Mateo but be safe :'((

AGHHH TV WHY MUST YOU RANDOMLY GO HOME

I didn't mind so much on commercials but xd

AGH I got it back xd

:'((( Mateo

Aww 😭😭❤️💔 Mateo don't worry about that right now

Please say no xd

Okay good lol, you can be mad but Nancy doesn't deserve that xd

Aww Mateo :(( DD:

I know you want to be alone but I really don't knowing you should :'((( 😭

AWWW 😭😭😭💔❤️

:'(( Poor Mateo

OOOPE o.o

NOOO Mateooo 😭😭😭😭💔💔❤️

Be carefullll my boyyy :'((((

AAAAHHHGHHHHH 😭😭😭😭💔💔 MATEOOO, THIS HURTS 😭😭😭 DDD':

OHHHH NOOOO W H A T 😳😳😳😳😬😬😬

- I

H E L L O ???!?!!?!?

XDDDD

I saw a bit of this from a promo but 😭😭😭 XDDD WHAT THE HECK LOL

WAIT BUT T H A T ' S MATEO :OOO!!?

WHAAAAT???!?!!?

So is this just how Mateo sees it or is this actually the past?

Like bc of this situation or the past :'(((?

But also SLFKGJDHFJSJFLKS bc this is hilarious XDDD

Desperate to know who the others are XDD

BURNT DOWN THE SCHOOL??!?!!?

SIR 😭😭

Uhh ohhh xdd

Dang Fake Owen chill xD let the boy live

XDD they are lowkey being suspicious though lol

SKFKGJDHKLS yeah kinda on you man xD

MILK MAN JUDD LOL SKFHJDKHGS XD

Ayy he's staying for breakfast lol

Uh ohh 👀

Wait is that TK lol

Just thinking bc Owen's answering xd

And we haven't seen him yet

SLFLGHDHFJLDKJGSN CARLOS AND TK ARE BUDDY COPS XDDD

Buddy cops have always been a little bit gay lol

Ohh nooo o.o

Wait nah they have video don't they xdd

Yuuup 😭

Marvin's gonna take the blame isn't he :'o :'(((

AWWW yeahh 😭😭😭💔❤️❤️

I'm so sorryyyy :'(((

Idk if I mean Mateo or Marvin but yeah xd

Naurrr 😭😭😭😭💔❤️

:'((( Mateoo

My poor boy D':