#part 1: a long f*cking day

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Recall - Part 1

A LONG F*CKING DAY

A/N: Howdy, friends! I am SO excited to kick this one off. This story has been in the works for a little over a year, and after spinning it around in my head like a rotisserie chicken, I am VERY pleased to say that it is finally Yee Haw Time. I have posted four short (the longest one is under 3k words) “teasers” leading up to this series, and they should probably be read along with it to get the full effect. They can be found on the series masterlist. This one is definitely going to be a bumpy ride, but I hope if you choose to read along you will find it worth the twists and drops. It is set during the events of Kingsman: Golden Circle, and that’s the last thing I’ll say about that. 

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: language, violence, gunshot wound, mild smuts, lots of angst, Jack Daniels himself. 

Summary: When Jack is shot on a mission with two Kingsman Agents, he’s treated with Alpha-Gel and rushed immediately back to the lab at Statesman HQ - where you, Ginger’s lead research assistant, wait to assess and reverse the damage. For Ginger and Champ and the other Agents, things like this are all just part of the job. For you, though, it’s a bit more complicated. 

It had been a long day. 

No, that’s putting it too damn lightly. You pressed your thumb to the pad near the handle of your front door. The reader scanned your print, a thin blue line of light moving across it to identify the loops and whorls as your unique set. Letting out a sigh as the device beeped, you keyed in the code and heard the lock click as it opened. Today was batshit insane. 

A welcome rush of cool air greeted you as you stepped inside, and you let your heavy eyelids fall shut as you exhaled. You were tired and stretched thin and still in shock from the day’s turn of events. But at least it’s not hot in here. You slipped the shoes from your feet, stepping first on the heel of your left and pulling it free of the ankle boots you wore. Repeating the action with your socked foot on your right heel, you kicked them aside. They tumbled to join the small collection of footwear near the front door of your apartment, the three-tiered rack full of sneakers and sandals and other styles you hardly ever wore. 

Sighing heavily, you hung your keys and ID tag on the peg next to the light switch and flicked it on. The empty room came fully into view then and you gasped. Locking on to the mirror on the far wall, you nearly mistook your own reflection for an intruder. The skin under your exhausted eyes was puffy and swollen, the bottom lids rimmed red from rubbing at them. Your hair was a mess, the bun you’d had it secured in now loose and hanging low at the nape of your neck. Several pieces stuck out all over from the habit you’d formed of scratching your scalp with the end of your pen when the answer to a problem you were trying to solve continued to evade you. Wrinkled, untucked, and worn for going on 36 hours, your clothing only added to your general unkempt appearance, the look of utter deflation that was written all over you. 

Fuck, I look...

Closing your eyes, you released a slow breath through your nose and swallowed the chunky block of emotion threatening to rise into your throat. No wonder Ginger said what she did. You looked like absolute shit, but you were the farthest thing from surprised about that fact given the events of the last day and a half and everything that had gone wrong. Oh, Jack. His face flashed behind your clamped lids then as though you needed the reminder of just how close of a call it had actually been, and you shuddered, glad that you still had a hand on the wall near the light switch to help steady yourself.

He almost… he could’ve…

You didn’t know how to finish that thought, though, because the truth was that technically he had died. There was no almost about it. Luckily, the younger of the two Kingsman Agents Jack had been out with was quick-thinking enough to locate and use Jack’s Alpha-Gel, despite not having received the training that Statesman Agents did on how to do so, and it had been applied rapidly enough to start reversing the damage immediately. But the fact of the matter was that he’d been shot. In the head. At point blank range. And even with the advanced healing technology available at Statesman, there were never any guarantees that an Agent would wake up. 

He will this time, though. And that’s all that matters. 

For now that had to be enough. You reminded yourself that he was out of the worst of it now - that he would live and that if all went well, he’d regain his memory and would be back to the man you knew in a shockingly short amount of time. Ginger had started running the Recall program - something she would only do if all of his vitals were stable - right before all but ordering you out of the lab and back to your apartment. 

“I… I can’t leave him alone like this, Ginger.” There was no need to pretend that your desire to stay by his side had anything to do with research this time. Your study on the effects of the nanites and the way they knit brain cells back together had already been completed and submitted to Champ for review. But more than that, Ginger knew how you felt about Jack. “I’ll just-“ Your eyes scanned the room and landed on one of the empty bays, the cranial device lifted away so that it was essentially just a bed. “I can sleep here and-“ 

“No.” She shook her head, her short hair swaying above the collar of her white coat, her decision firm. The expression she wore was gentle and sympathetic though, as she reached for your shoulders with both hands. “Gonna put my foot down on this one. You’re running on fumes, Maraschino. Between the extra hours you put in when Tequila went down and all of this?” She gestured vaguely at the lab. “You’ve done all you can tonight.” But- She sighed, lightly squeezing your upper arms before dropping her hands to her sides. “I’m sorry. But you need to get some real sleep. And some food and maybe a shower.” 

You nodded, your attention shifting from her eyes and falling behind her, where Jack lay motionless. The sight made your whole chest ache, made your breath shudder. It was bad enough knowing what had happened to him, what he’d suffered physically to put him there. But unlike the last time you observed him undergoing the Recall procedure, this time you knew what his trigger image was. This time you knew exactly what was waiting for him when he woke up - the soul shredding loss of his wife and the son he never got to meet. 

And you knew not because you had gained access to his file through higher clearance. You knew because Jack had told you. 

“He shouldn’t be alone.” Your voice - thin from exhaustion and tremulous with worry - was hardly audible when you spoke, and at first you weren’t sure if you had actually said the words aloud. 

“He won’t be.” Ginger shook her head again, the motion smaller and slower this time. “I’ll stay. I haven’t been here for two straight days like you have. Besides, I have some files from Merlin to go over. I can do that here and keep an eye on Whiskey.” 

It wasn’t a perfect solution, but as long as he wouldn’t be left alone in the cold, dark lab, nothing but his own worst memory to keep him company, you agreed. Not that you had any say in the matter. Ginger hardly ever pulled rank on you, but you knew she was only seconds away from doing it then if you made it necessary. Licking your lips, you swallowed and finally brought your eyes back up to meet hers. 

“If I’m not back, will you call me before you wake him up? I… I want to be there.” 

She gave you a nod and a soft smile. “Of course I will.” 

Glancing down, you turned your wrist to check your watch, where you had set a countdown for the time left on Jack’s program. You had to blink the bleariness from your eyes to read it, the green-blue numbers seeming to shake against the dark screen before they sharpened enough for you to make them out. 

6:38:23 REMAINING

You stared at the seconds, watching the digits change as you let out a breath, and then dropped your arm back to your side. Okay. Moving on autopilot, you bypassed the kitchen and headed straight for the bathroom. Though you hadn’t had a real meal in over twenty four hours, you had absolutely no appetite. I can grab a protein shake on my way back to the lab. It would be easier to stomach than something solid, or at least that’s what you told yourself. I just need a shower. And some sleep. 

At the very least, you knew one of those things was possible.

Avoiding the bathroom mirror so you wouldn’t make eye contact with yourself again, you reached for the faucet and turned the hot water on. Wisps of steam billowed out over the top of the glass enclosure, the air in the room warming as you stripped your clothes off and left them in a heap on the floor. Reaching behind your neck, you undid the clasp on your necklace - the only piece of jewelry you ever wore to work aside from your comm watch - and coiled it in the little white dish on the counter. The shink of the chain and then the plunk of the pearls strung along it as they hit the ceramic were sounds that normally started to set your body at ease, especially when mixed with the rhythmic rainfall of the water. It was routine, something you did every night as you wound down and readied yourself for rest. 

That night, though, you hardly heard them. 

Regardless, you moved on with your process, stepping into the shower and pulling the door shut behind you. For several minutes you simply stood under the spray, eyes closed as the water soaked your scalp and skin, running down your spine and dripping from the ends of your hair to roll over your shoulders and chest. The steam in the air made it slightly easier to breathe than it had been for the past few hours, and you took a few full, deep breaths, bringing your hands up to your head and pushing your palms back over your hair. Fuck. A sob fell from your lips and you didn’t try to keep another from following it. You needed to cry, to let everything out that you’d been holding in since the call came into HQ that there was an Agent down. As a Statesman medical research tech you couldn’t let emotions get in the way of your work, no matter how you felt about the man currently convalescing in Recall bay two. But off the clock you were beholden only to your heart and the way it clenched painfully with worry and fear. 

Oh, fuck, Jack, you have to be okay.  

The thing between the two of you wasn’t exactly new, but it had been becoming more and more serious over the past few months. What had started as harmless - if not a bit shameless - flirting had given way to a mutual interest and attraction that sparked a flame from the very first time he cupped your cheek with his large palm and kissed you. It had grown since then, the two of you sharing your bodies and giving each other small pieces of your stories at a time. 

It had grown enough for you to know that you loved him. But those words had yet to make it from your lips to his ear. In that moment, all you wanted was the chance to tell him, even if he wasn’t ready to hear it yet. 

Finishing your shower, you toweled off and brushed your teeth before dragging yourself out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. Changing into a set of sleep shorts and a loose tee, you finally climbed into your bed and peeled back the sheets to slip between them. The fabric was cool as it fell over your legs, and you let yourself sink into the mattress and pillows. 

But as you lay there in the dark, desperate for a few hours of respite from the emotions and adrenaline, all you could think of was the last time he was there between those sheets with you - and how maybe he was ready to hear those words. You rolled to your side and stared at the empty space beside you, letting your memory take you back to that night.

Eyes still closed, he blew out a breath as your fingers traveled into his hair. “Hot damn, darlin’, that feels incredible.” 

You couldn’t help the smirk that dragged its way across your lips at the change in his voice. Humming, you lowered yourself completely until your chest was pressed to his. “See what happens when you’re not rushing to put your boots back on, cowboy?” 

The boots in question still lay where he’d kicked them off, discarded on the other side of the room along with his jacket and the belt with the hefty silver buckle that you’d relieved him of hours earlier. From there, a trail of leather, denim, corduroy and suede, his clothing and yours, led to the bed where the two of you were tangled. It was longer than he had ever stayed with you, typically needing to rush off to a meeting whether virtual or in person. Once or twice he’d even had to leave quickly on a classified mission. Today though it seemed neither were calling him, and while you tried not to think anything of it, it was hard with the way he was reacting to such an innocent, casual touch. Swiping the tips of your fingers over his temples again, your smirk became a full on grin as you watched the muscles of his throat work down his swallow. 

It could be like this all the time, Jack. 

His large, rough hands slid over your skin, following the contour of your spine. “Seems I’m gonna need to find a better way to juggle my demanding schedule so that we can find ourselves in this particular situation with more frequency.” He took one hand from your body to lift your chin, the other settling at the small of your back, and found your eyes with his. “What’dyou think?” 

You felt your heart stop and laying that close you knew he felt it, too. Not fair. It was all you’d wanted for months now, ever since that one time had turned into many, many more. But you knew where he stood on taking things anywhere past sleeping together. “I fell in love once, darlin’, and I’m still deep down in it.” That’s what he’d told you when you’d first started this thing, and you knew better than to press him on it. You didn’t press yourself on it either, fooling yourself into believing that you wouldn’t love the way his boots looked on your bedroom floor. Or the way his scent clung to your sheets. 

But I do. 

Pushing that from your mind, you recovered and answered him. “I think it’s worth a shot, Whiskey.” 

He had asked you not to call him Jack in bed, and though at first you flinched each time you were forced to use his code name in lieu of his real one, you’d quickly gotten used to the condition. But this time when you did, you saw his eyes narrow, a look you thought was close to disappointment flashing in them before they widened and brightened again. What? Why did- You cut your own thoughts short then as your fingers found a small divot just beyond his hairline, slightly above his ear. Huh? What’s that? 

“Hey… D’you have a scar here?” You ran your fingers through his hair again, spreading the thick dark locks so you could get a closer look at what you’d found. Funny, I never felt that before… don’t think it’s in his chart, either. There was definitely a circular indentation there, though it looked old, completely healed over, and suddenly you were overcome with the notion that you were likely the only living person aside from Jack himself who knew it was there. 

He chuckled through a lazy smile. “You tell me, gorgeous. By now I’ve lost track of ‘em all.” Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he tightened his hold on you and flipped you over so that you were under him. The gasp that the quick reversal made you draw slipped out in a sigh as he settled his weight down on you. “You wanna see if you can find another one?” 

Yes. You wanted to know all that you could about him, because there was so much that he couldn’t share with you. You had worked within the Statesman organization for years before your path crossed his, so you understood the need for all of the closely guarded “company secrets”. As a senior Agent, Whiskey had access to information that would make most people’s heads spin and you knew that. 

Hell half of what I know would make people’s heads spin. 

The point was, you knew enough to know that what you didn’t know about his work- the details of his missions, the meetings- was for the best. It was safer that way, for you, for him, the other Agents, everyone. Your job was to assist Ginger in the lab, helping to ensure that Agents were always receiving the most cutting edge, top of the line treatments and care. Your clearance level was only as high as it needed to be, and you were fine with that. 

What you wanted to know about Jack had nothing to do with what made him a great Agent, and everything to do with the things you knew he could share with you but chose not to. 

I just want to… 

You knew about the woman he’d loved and lost, that she’d been carrying his child when she was taken from him. You knew that the cluster of three aster flowers tattooed over his left pectoral were in memory of the family they never got to be. Your heart shattered when he’d shared that part of his past with you, and ever since he had you could see it in his eyes; a deep sadness that swirled just beneath the surface. He never told you anything more about her, never gave you anything else about the incident and you respected him enough not to ask. You looked up at the man, his face hovering inches from your own, and threaded the fingers that were still buried in his hair around to the back of his head, flexing them to tighten your grasp. He groaned, like you knew he would, and his eyes darkened, erasing the sadness. 

I just want to make it easier for you, Jack. 

“No,” you finally answered him regarding a hunt for more scars on his body, even though you were fairly sure you’d just located another divot at the base of his skull with your pointer finger. “I can think of better ways to spend our time, J-“ 

Fuck. 

He cut you off then, kissing you before you could either finish his name or correct yourself. His hips dropped over yours as his tongue parted your lips, and the sound you made was one of complete shock at how intense his kiss was. You knew he had heard you almost slip. But instead of making him pull away like it had once or twice in the beginning, it seemed to spur him on. 

Interesting…Are you changing the rules on me, Daniels? 

Your thoughts were broken up as he brought his left hand to the side of your face, simultaneously tilting your head for a better angle and dragging the pad of his thumb over the rounded top of your cheek. His right hand traveled slowly up from your waist to your ribs. You responded to his touch by rolling your hips up into his while you pressed his bare back down on top of you. Still kissing him, you smiled against his lips at the tickle of his mustache near the corners of your mouth. Using that as his invitation, he slipped his tongue through your grin and licked a breathy moan out of you.

God, I could kiss him forever. 

He continued to kiss you for a few seconds longer, the movements of his lips slow and intentional, but Jack was the one to pull away first. He didn’t put any distance between your bodies, though, shifting only enough so that he could look at you - and at what he was doing. The hand that was on your ribs moved to where the chain of your necklace lay pooled against the center of your chest. Rolling one of the pearls between his rope-roughened fingers, he pulled away from your lips and gazed down at you with nothing but mischief in his eyes. 

“Wanna see somethin’.” He mumbled, maneuvering the small white orb in his grasp. “Hold still.” 

Pinching the pearl, he brought it over to your left breast, the chain uncoiling over your skin. Carefully, he set the gem on the peak of your nipple, pressing only enough to keep it in place with his pointer finger. “What are you-” Your question never made it out of your mouth though, and your eyes snapped down to your own chest to watch. 

Your breaths became more ragged as he dragged and rolled the pearl over your pebbled flesh, the delicate links in the chain brushing over the sensitive bud to make you suck in a gasp. He used the pearl to draw a series of circles both tight and close to your nipple as well as looser ones that extended out to the soft swell of your breast, and then let it go, the chain going slack against your body. “I’ve been thinkin’ about what that would look like for too long.” He brought his eyes up to yours again, that devilish curiosity still present in them. “Better than my wildest dreams.” 

You hummed. “Felt amazing, Whisk-” Throwing your head back suddenly, eyes shut, you sucked in a breath that instantly came back out in a moan as he brought his hand down between your bodies to slide two fingers into you. 

Oh, fuck.  

Curling his fingers, he leaned down and kissed you again. Hard. “Use my name.” But his growl was whisper soft against your lips as he unfurled his thick fingers inside of you, pushing deeper. “Please, darlin’. Wanna hear you say it.” 

You whimpered at the need in his voice as he said the word please, twisting his wrist so that his thumb could plead at your body, too. “Feels good, Jack.” You sighed, heat blooming simultaneously in your chest and lower belly at the moan he let out when he heard you say his name. 

You had been crying without realizing it, salty tracks running down your freshly cleaned cheeks to dampen your pillowcase. Eventually the tears stopped and you felt yourself finally give over to sleep, body feeling heavy and thick as you were pulled under. Stretching your hand out over the sheets beside you, you closed your eyes and let one final thought echo through your mind. 

I love you, Jack. 

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The sound that woke you wasn’t the alarm that you had synchronized with the Recall program - it was a message alert. 

What? Did I miss the alarm? Is he-

Blinking rapidly as you inhaled deeply through your nose, you sat up and looked down at your comm watch. Your heart pounded and your head felt fuzzy and it took you more than a few blinks to focus your vision, eyes blurry after crying yourself to sleep. When you did, you saw that the countdown was still ticking away, and while it was close to done, you hadn’t missed anything. 

1:18:03 REMAINING 

Just below it on the display screen, though, another text box popped up just as your phone chimed on your nightstand, signaling a new message. 

GINGER ALE: MARASCHINO - GET BACK TO THE LAB ASAP - SOMETHING IS WRONG. 

No. You felt your throat tighten, trapping your heart inside of it as you read the words. No, no, no. Scrambling to free your legs from the sheets, you swung them down and over the side of the bed. No, Jack. You stood, your shaking hand flying out to turn on the light and blast your room with brightness that your eyes weren’t ready for. You were glad you hadn’t eaten anything when you got home, because the wave of nausea you felt then surely would have made you sick. 

No. He has to be alright. 

Licking your lips, you read Ginger’s message again, trying to calm your panic enough so that you could get yourself dressed and back to the lab as quickly as possible. What does it actually say? There were no codes used - Code White for when a reset didn’t take, Code Blue for when it did but only partially, Code Red for when an Agent was in critical distress. She didn’t… she didn’t use a code though, so… You took a steadying breath and let it out slowly. So it’s… whatever’s wrong, it’s not… 

He wasn’t dying. His reset hadn’t failed. If your countdown was correct - which it was - he wasn’t even awake yet. You allowed yourself to take what relief you could from those facts. But it was fleeting comfort when you realized what Ginger’s lack of code usage actually meant. Whatever the problem was, it was one that had never been encountered before. You would be completely in the dark. 

You reached for your phone, responding to Ginger’s message to say that you were getting dressed and would be back down to the lab as quickly as possible. Crossing the room in three brisk strides, you opened your closet and threw on the first pair of pants - a dark chocolate brown pair - and top - a light beige button up blouse - before heading for the bathroom. Fingers already gathering your hair at the nape of your neck as you moved, you used one hand to twist it into a bun, the other grabbing for the elastic on the counter that you’d taken out of your hair earlier, securing it again.

Arms coming down to your sides, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Good enough. You were about to turn away and make your way out to the front hall, but your eyes, wide and alert despite only getting about four hours of sleep, caught on the gold chain that was coiled in the dish next to the faucet. The memory that had played out before came back in flashes - the way the delicate piece of jewelry looked and felt in Jack’s hands, the way that since that night, whenever he saw you wearing it, he always made it a point to touch one of the pearls. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed the chain and clasped it around your neck, tucking the length of it beneath the lapels of your shirt. Alright. Time to go. 

As you leaned against the wall to shove your feet back into your boots and take your ID badge down from the peg, you blew out a breath. It had been a long fucking day. And it still wasn’t over. But all you cared about was the man laying in bay two, and getting back to him in time to help Ginger figure out what the fuck was wrong before the problem got worse. You could sleep later, when he was back on his feet and calling you darlin’ again. When he was healthy and safe and out of the woods. The panel next to your door beeped and the lock engaged with a click as you shut it behind yourself. 

I’m coming, Jack. Hold on, I’m coming. 

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CW: NSFW! MDNI! Reader is intentionally making the guys fail NNN part 2! Bottom F!Reader! Reader wears a short skirt in these to tease! Includes: Rough s*x, cursing, no protection, f*cking the reader till they go dumb, cream pie, hair pulling, and degrading in Wanderers! Mentions of being a good girl!

Part 1

(Includes: Diluc, Wanderer, Wriothesley, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

Diluc groaned loudly as his member sunk deep into your wet folds, he could finish right then and not even regret it, all because you'd been sitting on him with that sweet little skirt of yours... whispering suggestive things into his ears...he was so pent up from the stupid challenge and he wasn't going to let it keep him from filling you up any longer.

"D-diiiluc ahhhng!"

"Louder, I want to hear your voice crack as I cum inside you like I should have from the beginning~"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

You cried out Wanderers name as he slammed his hips into yours harshly, his pace so unbelievably fast and rough that nothing could escape you but pants and moans, pathetic sobs as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. This is what you got for teasing him with that short little skirt of yours...if he was going to fail the challenge because of you then you were going to fail it ten times over because of him.

"That's right dirty slut, cum on my cock again like a good girl while I fuck you into the wall~"

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

Wriothesleys large hands slid up your clothes, lifting that small little skirt of yours so he could watch your throbbing pussy call for him, archons how had he not finished from this view alone after almost a week of nothing..."Wriothesley, please put it in~" Your words were like a leash pulling him to do your bidding, he couldn't even begin to care about the challenge anymore as he sunk into your tight walls. Filthy noises filling the room as his pace ramped up and his cock drove into you without remorse. He could finish a hundred times over and since you seemed to want that so badly, you'd take every single one till his white seed leaked out of you into a puddle on the sheets.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You gasped breathlessly as Neuvillettes mouth worked on magic on the sensitive skin of your neck, his cock deep inside your clenching walls that had his white hot love already smeared withing them, he just couldn't get enough of you. It was like he'd become addicted to finishing inside of you after trying so hard not to, he almost wanted to thank you for making him loose at this point. Especially when he saw that delicious cock drunk look on your face and felt the tight grip of your hands in his long white strands of hair, he was all but gone at that point.

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: provocative dancing, slight Sam x Reader, jealous Dean

Chapter Word Count: 4211

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A/N: aaaaahhhhhhhh sorry this one took ages. I suddenly had a bunch of personal things going on so I struggled to find the time. Also this chapter is wild, I’m so sorry for the complete train wreck that it is. I just keep writing without questioning it too much. But yeah same as always pls let me know of any errors as I am the only one who proof reads this shit.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 8 - Part 1

Morning soon rolled around; my alarm waking me from my deep dreamless sleep, eyes wearily blinking open as I stared blankly at the old ceiling. Turning off the repetitive beeping, I flung back the covers and climbed out of bed, pacing to the bathroom to freshen up before heading down to breakfast. I was in desperate need of a laundry day as I was down to my last couple of clean items: a cropped black tank top that said ‘Singers Salvage Yard’ across the front in old cracked and over washed lettering, paired with a short denim skirt with frayed edges. It was an a-line fit a long time ago, but as I got older and my figure changed it just got tighter and shorter. I don’t even know why I still have the thing. Paired with my boots and some comfy socks poking over the top of them, I looked like I should be getting paid to wash cars. I grimaced, knowing full well that Dean was going to make a comment.

Dean.

My mind raced back to last night with his parted lips and black lustful eyes - I couldn’t tell if he wanted to push me against a wall or be at my mercy, it was hard to say. Both sounded spectacular.

I strode into the central study room where the boys did all their research, looking for my flannel when I noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye. Instinct took over and I grabbed the nearest item to me - a lamp from the middle of the table - and held it up like a bat, ready to swing. The man flinched but held up his hands, an apologetic expression on his ruggedly handsome face.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” his voice was monotone despite his peaceful words.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“CAS!” Suddenly Deans voice rang through the open room and we both spun to see him standing where I had just walked in, Sam following behind.

“Dean I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle her, I wasn’t expecting you to have visitors,” this Cas guy spoke, his tone forever unchanging.

“This is (Y/n), Bobby’s niece. She’s staying with us for a while to help with research,” he explained, before turning to me and giving me a stern look, holding his hand out.

“(Y/n) give me the lamp.”

I did as he asked, placing the cool metal into his palm as he returned it to the table. We shared a look for a second and I was unsure of the meaning behind it - was he mad about me almost bludgeoning his friend? Was it because I was going to use a lamp of all things? Or was it about last night, and the fact I left him hanging? Who knows, but I’m sure I’ll hear about it later. Dean was about to turn away when the monotone voice of Cas spoke up.

“I’m sorry (Y/n), please forgive me for startling you. Although…” he paused, looking me up and down and then almost knowingly between myself and Dean, “I have personally been caught off guard here as well - I was unaware that Dean was involved with someone.”

“Excuse me?” I blinked up at Cas, getting ready to snatch that lamp back. I saw Dean pinch the bridge of his nose and mutter an ‘oh boy’ under his breath.

“You’re sexual endeavours with Dean,” Cas looked at me like I was the one missing something here. Clearly I am. Cas continued, “you’ve been intimate, have you not? This means that you are a couple from what I’ve learned.” Suddenly his eyes went wide and he looked straight at Dean.

“Or is this a pizza man situation?”

“CAS STOP TALKING,” Dean bellowed, embarrassment creeping across his face. I’m assuming he’s not used to that emotion as he was getting very frustrated. I couldn’t help but stand there in disbelief.

“How the actual FUCK do you know about me and Dean after saying that you weren’t aware of me even being here before you arrived?”

“He can smell it,” Dean said quietly, arms now crossed over his chest.

“What?”

“He can smell… me… on you,” as the words left his lips, his eyes locked with mine for a split second sending a jolt down my spine and hair prickling on my skin. I tore my eyes away from him and looked back at Cas.

“So wait, this weirdo can smell that I slept in one of Deans T-shirts last night?”

“You slept in one of his shirts?” Sam asked, piping up for the first time since this conversation started. Dean grinned like the cat that got the cream, embarrassment dissipating for a second.

“Yeah, she did.”

“Hmmm,” Cas mumbled, “No it’s not just that… It’s stronger, like there is part of Dean in her somehow. Or at least there was; not so much anymore.”

My eyes went as wide as the moon and my cheeks felt like they’d been set on fire.

“OH MY GOD,” I hid my face in my hands, wanting the ground to swallow me up. Whilst I tried to hide my entire existence, Dean cackled, leaving Sam confused.

“I don’t get it, what’s going on?” He asked, looking between all three of us. I couldn’t say a word through the white hot embarrassment, which left Dean to explain. He turned and looked Sam dead in the eye.

“You know how much I love pie, Sam,” he paused to see if Sam was catching on, which he wasn’t so Dean continued. “All sorts of pie. Like, uh, apple pie, cherry pie… cream pie…” Sam’s eyes shot open as wide as they could and he almost went as red as me.

“Nope!” He declared, promptly spinning on his heel and leaving. Cas looked confused.

“I smell no pie here.”

“Never mind, Cas,” Dean patted him on the shoulder before urging him to catch up with Sam who I’m assuming is in the kitchen by now. When it was just Dean and I left I peered at him through my fingers, my face still burning up.

“Dean what the fuck just happened?!”

He tried to suppress his laughter, explaining that Cas was in fact ‘Castiel’ and an Angel of the Lord, which explained his rigid behaviour and a weirdly strong set of senses.

“Why didn’t you butt in and explain who he was before everything got so embarrassing!”

“To be honest it was all pretty hilarious.”

“No it wasn’t! That was NOT an enjoyable moment!”

“Ok I’m sorry,” Dean paused, looking down at me with softer eyes, a slight smile still on his lips. He stepped closer and I pushed on his chest.

“You better be! You owe me big time for that one Winchester.”

He grinned as the furious redness on my face simmered down, just leaving a pink glow on my cheeks.

“Ok ok! Look let's just go and get some breakfast and put this behind us,” he put his hand on the small of my back, urging me towards the kitchen. I hummed, walking with him. There were a few moments of silence as we made our way down before he suddenly spoke up again.

“Did you know that he once smelt a bladder infection on a dead guy?”

*

Breakfast was uneventful. I was unable to make eye contact with Castiel, and it seemed that Sam was unable to make eye contact with me. Dean however was completely unphased. Once we were all finished and I’d cleared everything away I made my way to my room, grabbed my dirty clothes and then headed to the laundry room - today was going to be a practical one as I officially had nothing else to wear. Upon arriving I couldn’t help but grimace; a mountain of mens clothes covered in mud, blood and black goop sat in the middle of the floor by the washers.

“Gross…” I winced, the smell of dirt and iron filling my nose as I got closer and poked the pile with a pipe I found off to the side. I half expected the mass of clothes to sprout legs and walk off. The boys could probably find lore on the thing with how long its been sitting here. I huffed, scooping my hair into a high ponytail before shoving a bunch of my washing in a machine and turning it on before returning for face the Winchesters laundry. I can’t leave it here, that goes against everything clean and hygienic that I stand for. I could burn it? They would definitely complain about having to replace all the plaid shirts. Should I sort it or just hope for the best? Do I check the pockets? Knowing all the crap they carry around, I should definitely check the pockets before a load of bullets or a hex bag goes through one of the machines. I set to work, sorting out colours, blacks and whites - unable to differentiate between lights and darks at times - and search every pocket as I go. The amount of women’s phone numbers I find on napkins and receipts is ridiculous. I can’t help but feel a little deflated, knowing I’m probably just a name on Deans list. I put them to the side in a pile, keeping them separate from the numbers from Sam’s pockets. I load up another machine and turn it on, picking up the stacks of numbers and leaving the room.

I find the boys sitting in their usual places at the tables, surrounded by piles of books and files. Castiel was nowhere to be seen. I walk up to them and slide the collection of phone numbers over to them.

“I thought you might want to keep these,” I said, not understanding the tone in my own voice. They both took a few seconds to realise what it was that I was handing them and they both responded in an abashed manner, shooting each other a knowing look before staring at the accumulation of digits, not once making eye contact with me. Sam nodded a quick ‘thank you’ before I turned to leave, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him crumple them up and throw them away in a carrier bag on the floor next to him. At the same time, I caught Dean shoving his collection into his jacket pocket, which was hung on the back of his chair. I hastened my actions and turned away quicker, not wanting to have the knowledge that he was keeping them. A pang of something shot through my chest, and I couldn’t tell if it was jealousy, sadness, rage or self pity. Whatever it was, I needed to get the fuck away from Dean.

*

A few hours passed and I was still sorting laundry. My clothes were officially clean and dry and away in my room, however the task at hand was now the clothes belonging to the Winchester boys. I was a few minutes away from the final load of washing being dry, and I’d managed to arrange the clothing into piles of ‘definitely Sam’ and ‘definitely Dean’, with a ‘really not sure’ pile in the middle. The jeans were easy enough to tell apart and due to Deans T-shirt I wore to bed last night, I now knew that he wore a slightly larger shirt size than his younger brother. I guess he had bigger shoulders, despite Sam being taller. My train of thought snapped as I suddenly heard a door slam upstairs and a female voice call out. I recognised the voice immediately. I stopped everything I was doing and headed upstairs, my feet carrying me with purpose as I reached the study room; Sam and Dean also emerging from another corridor.

“Charlie!” Dean beamed at her, going to give her a hug before I caught up to them and shoved him out the way.

“Don’t you EVER abandon me again like that,” I said, embracing her tight. “I’m fucking annoyed at you…. But I’m glad you’re here. These guys are like wild animals.” She patted my hair softly before I stepped back and she had an apologetic look on her face.

“I knooowwww I’m sorry! But you were in such a slump I really had to do something. Plus these guys really needed whipping into shape,” she spoke the second half of her sentence quieter and we both peered at the boys, fully aware that they could hear every word we were saying.

“Anyway!” She exclaimed, moving away and plopping her backpack onto the nearest table, “I think I have a case for you guys…” her voice was excited but the way her expression changed when she looked from the boys to me was slightly concerning. Sam seemed to pick up on this too.

“That’s great, but what’s the catch?” He asked. Charlie bit her lip and looked between the boys and me again.

“It’s in a strip club and we will need (Y/n) as bait.”

“What?!” Both me and Sam spoke up at the same time, and all that Dean could muster was a huge grin.

“I’m gonna need more details than that Charlie,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Right, yes, I probably should have started with the other details. Anyway, I’m pretty sure this club is run by a bunch of vamps, using girls as bait to lure in unsuspecting men to feed on in the private rooms.” The brothers nodded, like they’d seen this sort of thing before. “Anyway,” she continued, “I’ve had a hunch about this place for a while and did some digging, and it turns out that just last night they advertised a new position available and they want someone that looks just like (Y/n). This is a perfect way to take them down from the inside.” Charlie finished speaking and scanned our faces for any sort of response. I shrugged.

“Sure I’m in.”

“No way, we aren’t putting you in the line of fire like that,” Sam turned to me, a look of worry already smothering his features.

“I agree with Sam, this will be more dangerous than the last case. We’ll find another way to take them down,” Dean said, before he added in an almost snide tone “plus I bet you can’t even lap dance. How would you ever fit in?”

I scoffed.

“Fuck you, I can lap dance just fine.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“I don’t need to prove shit to you.”

“Guys,” Sam held his hands up, “not right now.”

I turned back to Charlie.

“Look I’m in, can you make sure that no one else gets hired?” She grins, opening her backpack and pulling out her tablet.

“Absolutely!”

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Chapter 8 part 2

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He Comes Alive (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Summary: You find yourself in an abandoned house that Leon has dragged you to, where you come to realize the nightmare has only begun.

Word Count: 5.9k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, pregnancy, monster f*cking, body horror, lactation kink, unaliving attempt DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

There is a unaliving attempt in this part. I have marked the beginning and end of this part with ✧⭒⭒✧ that way it can be skipped if it is triggering

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The soft sound of a fire crackling slowly pulls you from your sleep. Your eyes flutter open and take in your surroundings. It’s dark; there’s a lit fireplace and you’re laying on a beat up couch wrapped in a thick wool blanket. Despite this, there is a noticeable chill in the air, causing you to shiver and wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. That’s when you notice a figure sitting in front of the fireplace on the floor, wearing gray sweatpants that are torn from the knees down. One leg is propped up for his arm to rest on the knee while a long, black tail is laying on the floor, curled around him, occasionally patting itself onto the floor. It’s Leon, and suddenly the memories of what had happened at the BSAA headquarters comes rushing at you.

Hearing you stir, Leon turns around. Much to your relief, his face appears to be normal, not that grotesque thing you saw before. His eyes, however, were still that glowing crimson and his exposed skin covered in those inky veins. A soft smile spreads across his lips. 

“Angel… you’re awake!” he exclaims, moving himself from in front of the fireplace to in front of the couch, his hand running through your hair, “how are you feeling?”

You flinch away from him, sitting up and moving to the other side of the couch, away from him; the blanket still tightly wrapped around your body, “what the hell are you?”

Leon frowns, standing up. He doesn’t approach you, however you watch as his back claws come out of his back, flexing; almost like he’s trying to impress you. 

“I am your mate,” he replies, stepping closer to you.

You let out a pathetic sob, pressing yourself against the corner of the couch, your body trembling. You can’t take your eyes off him, you don’t dare to. 

“Don’t come any closer!” you cry out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

“You have nothing to fear from me, Angel. I did what I had to; to protect you and our offspring.”

“You killed them… the hikers… MY FATHER!” you scream, the tears pouring down your face now as the reality of everything that has occurred in the last few days sinks in.

“Your Father was hurting you!” he practically roars as he climbs onto the couch towards you, “and he was keeping me from my mate!”

His mouth is clenched in a snarl, giving you a close up view of his long, sharp incisors. His breaths are hot and heavy against your face, one hand gripped into the arm of the couch while the other is gripped into the back of it with his back claws acting as a cage around you.

“I did what I had to…” he continues, bringing his lips within an inch of yours, “because I love you.”

His lips softly seal themselves over yours and you immediately feel yourself melting into him. You close your eyes as one arm wraps around you, holding you protectively as the kiss deepens. You feel his other hand place itself on your swollen belly beneath the blanket, feeling your unborn child stir in reaction to him. You’re completely lost in the moment, forgetting that the man on top of you isn’t entirely human. That is until you feel his tail brush up against the side of your body, causing you to flinch and push him away abruptly.

Again, Leon frowns, still caging you beneath his body. After a moment of staring down at you, he stands up, turning and walking into another room. You watch his back claws sink into his back, leaving small scar-like marks where the claws were, his tail gently moving back and forth as he walks. You take this moment to yourself to really look at your surroundings. The building you're in is just as dilapidated as the couch you’re laying on; you’re in an abandoned house with no indication of where exactly you are.

You jolt when you hear a door slam, Leon must have gone outside. From where you’re sitting, you can see that the trees outside are heavily covered in snow. You shiver from the cold again, standing up from the couch to walk behind it, pushing it closer to the fireplace before walking back around to lay back down onto it. As you stare into the fire, you run through all the events that led you to this exact moment.

“I should have stayed in college…” you mutter to yourself, your eyes growing heavy from fatigue. 

You don’t realize you fell asleep until you hear a loud thud hit the floor in front of you, causing you to jolt awake. Leon is looming over you, his mouth, chest and arms covered in fresh blood. He points to the floor in front of the couch.

“Feed.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, your eyes following his gesture, startled when you see a dead deer on the floor, a large wound in its neck where you assume Leon fed from it. You look back at him, confused.

“Leon I… I can’t just eat a whole deer, it’d have to be cooked--”

His eyes narrow threateningly at you for a moment before he reaches down, grabbing the deer and dragging it off to another room. You do your best not to listen to the sounds of Leon gutting the animal. After a few minutes, Leon walks back in with a cut of meat stabbed onto a thick branch. He goes to sit on the couch; you move your legs a little to make room for him to sit. Using the stick, he holds the venison over the fire, occasionally turning it. 

His tail is still out, draped over your legs and onto the floor. Against your better judgment, you reach out with your hand to touch it. The outer shell is hard, reminding you of a crustacean or an insect. Your eyes trail down the tail to the end where it ends in a blade-like tip. It’s as horrifying to you as it is fascinating. When your eyes turn back to Leon, his crimson gaze is locked onto you, a subtle smile on his lips before turning his attention back onto the venison he’s cooking for you. 

He pulls the venison from the fire’s heat, handing the stick to you, “here, it should be cooked enough for you to eat.”

You hesitate at first, but you end up taking the stick from him and biting into the meat. It’s still quite rare, but you continue to eat it anyway; you have no clue when you’ve eaten last.

“Thank you… Leon…” you say between bites.

“No need to thank me, I’ll do whatever it takes to be the best mate for you,” he replies before leaning over you to kiss your forehead, undoubtedly staining your forehead with the blood on his lips. 

After you finish eating, you discard the stick onto the floor. Leon suddenly moves closer to you, snuggling behind you even though there isn’t nearly enough room for both of you on the beat up couch. His arm wraps around you, laying his hand on your swollen belly. Nuzzling his cheek next to yours, you can feel him smile when you feel the baby kick.

“Daddy loves you too, Nora,” he whispers, rubbing your belly gently.

Nora? He’s already named the baby…

His tail, which has been draped across the floor in front of the couch, suddenly starts retreating, making a sickening wet sound as it slides back into his body. Your gaze shifts to one of the windows, the first signs of the sun peering through the snow covered trees, making them sparkle. You feel Leon’s body relax onto yours as he falls asleep, trapping you next to him. Your mind races, trying to figure out what to do next. You know one thing for certain: you cannot stay here.

Over the next several days, you learn Leon’s new routine. For the most part, he sleeps during the day and at night, he either hunts or spends time trying to make the abandoned house more livable. There’s no electricity and the only heat is from the fireplace, but even that doesn’t put out much heat, especially at night. For some reason, he expects you to follow his sleep schedule, however, your days are spent mentally planning how you’re going to get away.

You need to get back in contact with Clive and get back to the BSAA, but how? You haven’t the slightest clue where you are or even how far away from civilization you are. On top of this, you know it’s only a matter of time before Leon attempts to give you his ‘gift’ again, which terrifies you. You don’t want to be turned into some vampire-bug thing and that’s not a life you want for your child, either, regardless if the alternative is to put them out of their misery.

It seems that when Leon does go hunting, he’s only feeding off of large mammals, you reckon that’s to not attract the BSAA’s attention, he’s made it very clear to you that he has no intentions of getting himself caught again. You finally deduce that your only chance of getting away will be when he’s asleep during the day, but he usually has you wrapped in his arms when he’s asleep. You’ve noticed, however, that he is an extremely heavy sleeper. Your tossing and turning doesn’t wake him. You can use this to your advantage.

As another morning creeps in, you decide it’s either now or never. You wait until Leon is completely asleep before you attempt to maneuver yourself from his embrace, gently lifting his arm off of you before you carefully roll yourself off the couch. Once you're on the floor, you stand up, quietly making your way into what you believe used to be a kitchen to see if you can find any supplies. You don’t find anything in the kitchen, but in one of the old bedrooms you do find an old beat up backpack. 

With that, you pack some blankets and some of the venison that Leon has cooked and preserved for you, as well as other supplies you stumble upon. You walk back into the living room quietly, standing in the threshold as you watch Leon sleep on the couch. Your stomach sinks when he suddenly stirs in his sleep, his arms go to squeeze you tight only to realize you’re not there. You suck in a breath as his eyes open.

Oh shit, oh shit oh shit…

His brilliant blues look around the room, finally settling on you just standing there with the backpack slung onto your back. He yawns, sitting up on one elbow.

“What are ya doin’?” he asks, his voice slurred in fatigue. 

Quick, think of something!

“I-I… I was getting restless so I… thought going on a walk would help,” you reply, trying to disguise the nervousness in your voice.

Leon stares at you for a moment and to your relief, he lays back down, closing his eyes, “don’t be too long.”

You let out a long exhale in relief, “I won’t, I promise.”

Not wasting this opportunity, you walk out from the living room threshold, quickly finding the front door and walking out. The house sits in the middle of a very dense, snow covered forest. You can see the remnants of where Leon has gone out to hunt for wildlife. You decide to go in the opposite direction. You reckon where there's no wildlife, there’s bound to be civilization.

You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been walking. Much to your relief, the forest floor doesn’t have a ton of snow on it, helping to cover your tracks. You grab clumps of snow from the trees for water, stopping occasionally to rest and nibble on the venison you brought along, but you don’t ever stop for long; you know Leon’s going to wake up and realize you’re not back yet. 

The sky begins to turn an intense shade of orange as the sun starts to set, scattering God rays all around you, but it quickly starts getting dark and just when you decide you should probably get some rest to conserve your energy for the next day, the most agonizing pain you’ve ever felt courses through your whole body. Your limbs convulse and you go into a coughing fit, causing you to fall onto your hands and knees. You bring one hand up to cover your mouth as you cough. When the coughing fit finally subsides, you move your hand away only to find it’s covered in blood. 

Your eyes widen, staring down at your blood covered hand in horror, your hand trembling. You clench your hand, finding a spot of snow to wash your hand off in before standing back up. You take this as your sign that you definitely need to stop and get some rest. Much to your relief, you find a cluster of rocks that create a cave-like structure; a perfect place for you to take shelter in for what’s going to be a very cold and miserable night. You crawl inside, slipping your backpack off to grab the blanket out of it, wrapping yourself in it.

You somehow manage to doze off, however you’re suddenly jolted awake by the most gut-wrenching sound you’ve ever heard; it almost sounds like a roar, but way too high pitched to be a bear or a coydog. The pain from earlier comes rushing back, causing your body to convulse again. Your immediate instinct is that it’s Leon, so you waste no time stuffing your blanket back into your bag and crawling out of the cave. 

The awful sound continues and it’s coming from the direction whence you came, seemingly miles away, so you make a run for it in the opposite direction. It’s dark, but thankfully the moon is giving you a little bit of light to navigate your way without hurting yourself. You go into another coughing fit again as you run, tasting the blood in your mouth as you cough, spitting it out. After what seems like an eternity of running, you hear a sound you never thought in a million years you’d be happy to hear: a semi-truck horn.

Despite the strain in your legs and the pain coursing through your body, you press on with renewed determination to get to this road that is close by. By now, you can see lights peaking through the trees and as you burst out of the tree line, you stumble upon the source. It’s a rest stop with a diner attached to it, with a highway separating you and the building. You look both ways before running across the road, staggering through the parking lot before pushing the doors open to go into the diner. You make a mental note of the large number of cars with Pennsylvania license plates.

As you walk in, an older woman, clearly a waitress, looks over and smiles at you, “hey sweetie, what can we get you?”

“Um… do you have a bathroom I can use?” you ask timidly, unconsciously rubbing your pregnant belly.

“Absolutely, it’s right in the back, help yourself!” the waitress replies as she points to the back of the diner.

“Thank you…”

You stumble into the bathroom, the pain now completely overwhelming you as you catch yourself on the bathroom counter. You start coughing again, blood splattering into the sink as you cough. You look down at your hands, freezing up when you see dark, inky veins sprawled across them. You quickly slip your bag off, turning to the side as you look in the mirror and pulling your shirt down where Leon had bit you at the BSAA lab. The bite wound is still there but it’s almost completely healed. Hesitantly, you turn to your other shoulder, pulling that side down, your eyes widening when you see a newer bite, this time it has those inky veins sprawling out of the wound.

You’re infected.

Your mind races trying to figure out when he had infected you, and you realize it must have been after you fainted in the BSAA building. As you continue to stare in horror at the wound on your shoulder, a searing pain goes through your skull, causing you to grab your head with both your hands and that’s when you hear a voice, Leon’s voice. 

W̷͓̽ḥ̵͝y̷͓͝ ̷͚͒á̸͜r̴̻̉ȩ̶͝ ̴̮̿y̷̖̍o̴̖̚ȗ̴̢ ̴̘̽a̴̬̕f̴͚̈r̷̘̉à̸̰ḯ̴͉d̶͍̄ ̵̺̔ö̸̼́f̴̞̽ ̷̯͌m̷̱͝ë̴͚?̷͊͜

“Stop!” you cry out, still grasping your head as the pain in your body worsens; it takes everything in you to stay standing up because you're trembling so much.

Finally, the episode subsides. You pull your shirt back up and sling the backpack back over your shoulders before rushing out of the bathroom; you need to get away from here as fast as possible. Leon could be here any minute and you know with all these people here, it could be a bloodbath. You run back out into the parking lot, finding a group of vehicles in the back of the lot and try opening the doors. Luck is thankfully on your side, because a red Ford pickup has its door unlocked. You toss the bag into the passenger’s seat before getting into the driver’s seat, taking a deep breath as you recall something your father had taught you right before you had left for college.

“Now, I’m going to teach you something that you are only to use in emergencies! I don’t want to get a phone call from the police telling me my daughter stole a car for fun!”

You reach down, pulling the panel under the steering wheel out and finding the ignition switch that your father had pointed out to you. Once you had the correct wires disconnected, you put them together. The truck immediately starts turning over and comes to life. You feel a rush of relief fall over you as you throw the car into drive, before pulling out of the rest stop. You look down onto the passenger’s side floor, seeing a large hunting knife, a pistol and a wallet; they must have gotten knocked down there when you threw your bag into your seat. Lady luck is definitely on your side.

You have no clue where you’re going to go, but anywhere is better than here.

He believes she had gone into the diner but he couldn’t just walk in to investigate, especially while wearing nothing but torn sweatpants caked in blood. So he bided his time, waiting in the darkness of the parking lot, his crimson eyes scanning the area for anyone who was close to his normal clothing size. He doesn’t have to wait long; a blue Honda Civic pulls into the parking lot, a man getting out of his car and complaining to himself how he has to take a piss. 

He’ll do.

A smirk crosses Leon’s lips as he watches the man go into the diner. Making sure no one is around, he stalks over to the man’s car, using the blade on the end of his tail to dig into one of the man’s passenger side tires: not too deep to make the tire deflate prematurely. Once Leon is satisfied, he returns to the darkness of the parking lot, waiting for the man to return to his car. Within minutes he comes back out, getting in his car and driving off. Leon returns to the forest and follows the car; he’s able to keep up with him with ease.

As Leon planned, the tire suddenly pops, forcing the man to pull over and inspect the tire. Leon watches the man bend down, running his hand through his hair and cursing. With his back to the forest, Leon is able to walk up to the man and grab him, his clawed hand covering the man’s mouth as he drags him into the forest. Leon wastes no time snapping the man’s neck, killing him instantly before laying him down onto the ground to remove his clothing.

Getting the clothes into a pile away from the body, Leon uses this opportunity to feed. He had been feeding on animals for so long he forgot how euphoric human blood tastes. He groans as his teeth sink into the man’s flesh, the blood rushing into his mouth, swallowing greedily. The man’s blood completely drained, Leon mutates back into his human form, pulling off his sweatpants and putting them onto the dead man before getting dressed into the clothes he pilfered.

Leon walks back out of the forest, grabbing the car keys from the ignition and unlocking the trunk to grab the spare tire and car jack. After changing the tire, Leon puts the ruined tire in the trunk, slamming it shut before climbing into the driver’s seat and turning the car back around to go back to the rest stop. He pulls into the parking lot, parking close to the front of the diner before getting out and walking inside. 

The morning sun is rising on the diner when Leon walks in. He notes that there are several police officers talking to an older heavy set gentlemen, his face red in rage as he addresses the police officers.

“I’m telling you, that pregnant bitch that came in here and ran out stole my truck! My wallet and my hunting gear are in there! You need to get it back NOW!”

“Larry, don't be ridiculous! There is no way that sweet girl stole your truck. You're the idiot that was stupid enough to leave his stuff in his truck with the door unlocked!” the waitress calls out to him from behind the diner bar, noticing Leon had just come in, batting her eyelashes at him as her eyes look up and down his body, “hey there handsome! What can we get you?”

“Did he say a pregnant girl came in here?” Leon asks the waitress as he walks up to her.

“Yeah, she came in about three hours ago, used the bathroom and left in a hurry. Larry thinks she stole his truck but I’m telling you, there is no way she stole his truck. That’s just not something girls do, you know?”

“Of course not,” Leon replies, giving the waitress his sweetest smile, “that actually sounds like my wife, her car broke down and she must have come here to use the bathroom before walking back home.”

The waitress pouts briefly before continuing, “oh… are you looking for her?”

“I am; seems like I just missed her. I’ll see if I can catch up with her. Thank you miss!”

Leon walks back out into the parking lot, looking around to see if he could sense her nearby.

She definitely stole the truck, Leon thinks to himself, especially with her father having been the local mechanic in Oakvale, he can imagine he taught her how to hotwire a car at some point.

With the sun coming up, it’s difficult for him to use his gift to pinpoint his mate but he can tell she’s nowhere in the area. Walking back to the car, he climbs back in and starts it, pulling out of the rest stop and getting back onto the highway. As the sun gets higher in the sky, his grip on his gift becomes non-existent, making it impossible to track her now.

“What was I thinking, letting her go outside for a walk…” Leon says to himself, his lips twitching in frustration as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. 

He never thought in a million years that she’d run from him, especially since giving her his gift. It seems to be taking an awfully long time for it to develop in her; then again, this is the second time he himself has passed his gift along to someone, the first attempt being a failure, so he has nothing to base that off of. He had given his gift to her while she was unconscious. He didn’t want to do that, he wanted to make giving her his gift a special occasion, but after what had happened while he was in captivity, he had no other choice; she would have certainly run from him otherwise.

A motel in the distance catches Leon’s attention and he pulls into it, figuring he can sleep there until nightfall when he can properly track his mate again. The man’s wallet was thankfully in the back pocket of the pants that Leon stole. He pulls out the wallet, finding about $100 in cash as well as his driver’s license inside. The guy, named William Bachmann, had a slight resemblance to Leon, but not enough to pass off as him realistically. Leon gets out of the car and walks into the office of the motel. 

The man behind the counter, a scrawny gentleman with an unshaven face with coarse salt and pepper hair looks up, groaning as he stands up from the stool he was sitting in, “what can I do for ya, strangah?”

The man has a thick accent, reminding Leon of the merchant that he encountered while he was deployed in Spain to rescue the president’s daughter, causing him to smirk a little.

“I’d like to rent one of your fine rooms, mister,” Leon replies, leaning his arm against the counter as he addresses the man.

“I’ll need ya driver’s license, mate,” the man retorts.

“I unfortunately don’t have that on me, I’m only going to stay until tonight. I don’t want any trouble, pal.”

The man narrows his eyes at Leon, thinking for a moment before clearing his throat, “fine, what’s ya name?”

“Bill Bachmann.”

The man pulls out a ledger, jotting down the name that Leon gave him before handing him a key with a number tag on it, “ya in room numbah 10, last dooah on the left when ya head back outside. Ya bettah be gone by mornin’, strangah. 20 bucks.”

Leon grabs the key from him, handing the man $20 before turning to walk out of the office and to his motel room. Unlocking the door with the key, Leon steps inside the musty room, shutting and locking the door behind him. The first thing he does is close the curtains, trying to block as much sunlight he possibly can. Once he’s satisfied, he walks over to the full size bed, practically collapsing onto it. The bed is not nearly as comfortable as home, but it’s better than the beat up couch and that awful bed at the BSAA lab.

There’s TV across from the bed, Leon finds the remote on the nightstand next to the bed, turning the TV on and mindlessly searching the channels. He stumbles onto The Price is Right, deciding that this would be a good show to try to fall asleep to. An advertisement comes on for flower delivery for Valentine’s Day, causing Leon to raise an eyebrow.

“It’s already February? Shit…”

His thoughts immediately turn to his angel, his mate. He misses her terribly even though she’s only been away from him for less than a day. Even when he had brought her to that abandoned house he found, she kept herself distant from him after she woke up. Any attempt at initiating intimacy was met with her pushing him away. He was hoping his gift would eventually get her to come around but unfortunately for him, it’s not developed enough in her to have an influence on her yet. 

He then contemplates what he’ll do when he catches up to her, which he is confident he’ll be able to; each day his gift grows stronger inside her. He isn’t angry at her, he knows she’s scared. People are naturally afraid of things they don’t understand. He remembers how uneasy he’d become when he had been given the gift. The president’s daughter, Ashley Graham, had attempted to use the same machine that he used to remove the gift from her, however, she had failed and he didn’t realize it had failed until he returned home to the United States.

It wasn’t until the gift fully consumed him did he realize how good the gift was, how strong and agile it had made him; so he tried to make himself disappear, knowing if the government had found out he was still infected with the gift, he’d be executed. Having to feast on blood was an unfortunate side effect, but one he could live with if it meant having his amazing abilities. Once again, his thoughts return to his angel, continuing to think of what he’ll do to sway her into not being afraid.

I’ll take her on a nice date for Valentine’s Day, maybe even show her how I hunt… show her how I’ll be able to provide for her and Nora… show her that the gift is nothing to be afraid of…

Thinking of her is getting him worked up. With one hand, he begins undoing his belt and pants, reaching inside to grab his half hardened cock, stroking it slowly as he continues to think about her. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the pillow, softly moaning as he pictures her beautiful pregnant body. He moans her name out over and over as he bucks his hips up into his fist. It doesn’t take long for him to push himself over the edge, spilling his warm seed all over his hand.

Using his other hand, he tucks his softening cock back into his pants before getting up from the bed to clean his hand off in the sink. Once in the bathroom, he looks at himself in the mirror, letting himself relax as he washes his cum off his hand in the sink. The black veins sprawl across his neck and face, his crimson eyes taking in the unshaven look of his face. He smirks devilishly at his reflection.

I’m going to show you how beautiful our gift is, angel…

You’ve lost track of how long and how far you’ve been driving. You were able to confirm that you are somewhere in Pennsylvania, having stopped at a couple gas stations along the way to fill the tank in the truck. With the sun now setting, you decide you need to stop somewhere and take a break, however you haven't come upon another rest stop. To your relief, you see a large JCPenney department store, pulling into the parking lot and parking the truck in the back of the lot under one of the parking lot lights. 

When you kill the engine, you simply sit there with your hands on the steering wheel, staring into space for a moment before eventually breaking down, your body shaking as violent sobs come out of you. You rest your forehead on the steering wheel, tears dripping down your face and landing on your dirty jeans.

How could this have happened? How did you manage to get yourself wrapped up in something so insane. First you dropout of college and now this; you truly have awful luck…

✧⭒⭒✧

You shift your bloodshot gaze over to the passenger’s side floor, seeing the pistol and hunting knife laying there. Your mind begins to spiral; you’re carrying a child that you’re not even sure is entirely human and you are slowly being turned into a monster. You lean over, grabbing the pistol. You hold it gingerly in your hands; the kindest thing for you and your unborn child is to put both of you out of your misery.

With trembling hands, you grasp the pistol with both hands, pointing the barrel towards you; you take a couple of deep breaths before placing the barrel of the pistol into your mouth. Tears are now pouring down your face, you close your eyes, your thumbs pressing against the trigger. You brace yourself before finally squeezing the trigger with your thumbs. You jump, however the only sound that is heard is the click of the empty chamber of the pistol.

It’s not loaded… of course it’s not loaded…

You let out a frustrated cry, throwing the pistol against the passenger’s side door before collapsing your upper body onto the steering wheel. You remember the hunting knife is also on the floor, so you reluctantly lean over and grab that. Holding the blade towards you with both hands and you go to pierce it through your heart, however, you’re stopped. You find yourself fighting against yourself for control of the knife. Your head starts pulsating and you watch the inky black veins appear on your hands once more.

D̸̩̤͐ó̴͉̆ṉ̴̖͛'̵̹̊t̸̏͜ ̶̤͛͛d̷̲͝ǫ̵͕̒͑ ̴͎̟̾̃ṱ̷̓h̸͚̦̕̕i̴̟͝s̵͓͉͊.̸͇͙͒.̶͍͌͜.̷͔̣̚ ̵̡̺̓t̵͔̃̅h̴̤̖̄͝è̶̢͓ŕ̵̬ḕ̸̙ ̶̹̀̐í̶̡̠̎s̵͉͎̓ ̵̼̹͘n̸͍͒́ọ̶̈́͘ț̴̍h̷̳̽̓i̵̳͉̐̚n̵̠̣͛̒g̸̱̈́̕ ̵̘̑t̸̺͓́͠o̵̼̹͗̊ ̷̲͈̀̍f̵͔̙̓ẽ̸͎͘ȧ̶͎̯r̸̩̊ͅ.̴̜̎ ̴̭̤̎͘Ọ̴̅̋u̴̗͍̓r̴̡̐ ̶̡͚̇g̸̳̈́i̸͔̒͊f̸̞̪́͠t̷̞͂̋ ̶̟̈́ỉ̴̩̼̐s̴͍̎ ̸̨̀͋a̸̞͊͜ ̸̙͆͜b̴͕̫̋ḛ̷̦͂̀a̶̳̤͘ů̶̱̤̈́ṯ̶̆i̸̡̛̥͌f̵̬̖̐ů̶̼͜l̴̘͍̃ ̸̦͊̔t̶̤̬͊h̶͉̩̓̕i̴̦̍n̴̲͌g̵̰̀.̸̜̫̎̉ ̵̝̲̃I̸̠͘'̸̻̌̏l̷͇̲͆ḻ̸̻̆͑ ̴̲̓͠ś̸̫h̷͍͆ö̷͉͌w̷̛͎͒ ̸̨̛̝͘ỷ̵̳õ̷͔ủ̶̞̊,̴͚̭̍ ̶͙͆͒Ǐ̷͚̭ ̴̟̓̂p̶̾̽ͅȑ̷͈ỏ̴͍̟m̵̝͗i̸̹͌s̸͉̀̌e̸̤͗.̸̺̩̃͑

✧⭒⭒✧

With the realization that Leon himself is stopping you from doing what you feel needs to be done, you punch the steering wheel, crying out in pain when your knuckles scrape across it. You decide the best thing for now is to get some sleep, then come up with a plan in the morning. You lay yourself across the seat of the truck, propping your back against the driver’s side door while keeping the knife clutched in your hands.

It takes a while, but your eyes eventually grow heavy and you manage to fall asleep. You dream of your father, of the times he’d take you hiking on the Franconia Notch trails and stopping to go see the Old Man on the Mountain; a natural rock formation on the side of Cannon Mountain that looks like the side profile of a man. You’re both laughing and smiling until something suddenly bursts through your father’s chest, spilling blood everywhere.

Your father’s eyes are locked onto yours, mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ before he collapses onto the ground. Leon is behind him, causing you to stumble backwards, pressing your back against a tree. You watch Leon pull his tail out of your father’s lifeless body, bringing the bladed end to his lips, licking the blood clean off of it before approaching you. His crimson eyes bore into you and you watch as his jaw splits in half, revealing rows of teeth as four mandibles come out from the depths of his mouth. The mouth opens, letting out a horrendous screech--

Then a series of loud knocks rips you from your slumber, causing you to jump. You scramble forward towards the passenger’s side, gripping the knife in your hands as you turn to face the driver’s side window. There is a woman outside of the truck with short black hair; she appears Asian but it’s hard to tell behind the dirty glass of the window. She’s wearing a red v-cut top and you can see she has black gloves on as she continues to knock on the window.

“Hey! It’s alright! I’m from the BSAA,” she says, her voice muffled behind the glass; you watch her pull out what appears to be a badge, “the name’s Ada. I’m here to help.”

'Glitch' text translation: Why are you afraid of me?

Don't do this... there is nothing to fear. Our gift is a beautiful thing. I'll show you, I promise.

Part 9

[phoenixtakaramono]

I swear to god you were on demon mode when you wrote the multiverse conclusion. My jaw is literally on the floor. I have to compose myself otherwise I’ll just keyboard smash my phone in hysteria.

The way you write makes it so easy to envision the scene in my head, like word for word you set it up so perfectly that I’m like oh okay so I’m really seeing all these Butchers take on one Homelander. That’s ace, that’s juice, that’s every single compliment I can think of.

I can’t wait for the sequel oh my god oh my GOD. All those HLs with one Butcher? HL on HL? The possibilities are endless. Thank you again for sharing this with us!!

This Ask is regarding this 🔞 butchlander multiverse oneshot threadfic on twitter (tumblr read version: parts 1, 2)

Thank you very much for reading! I had The Name of the Game (AO3) thoughts in my brain that are unrelated to the main story so, whilst that 135ch monstrosity is gonna take its time, I might as well offer some unofficial post-main story or during-main story spin-offs—but as threadfic oneshots so they won’t clutter AO3 and/or taint the reading experience when more chapters are added. The brainworms were strong this time, so I might as well tap into that creative surge of inspiration instead of letting it gather dust and maybe never see the light of day.

Re: the threadfic ending. I’d always planned to have the vice versa switcheroo in this threadfic (where it turns from 7 Butchers + 1 TNotG HL into 7 Homelanders + 1 TNotG Billy 😉) but I had initially been uncertain whether to include it in this threadfic itself or allocate it to a separate sequel threadfic. I saw how long this oneshot threadfic was becoming and, well, after having to essentially retype 60% of what I could recall from memory after the last unsaved 58 tweets were lost to the void, I guess you can say the universe helped make my decision, hahaha.

Fun fact: I’d mentioned this in Part II’s comments, but making it the 5 HLs from 5 of my threadfics + the 1 HL from the Truce universe transmigrated into the TNotG universe is us having mercy on Billy. Because, imagine, you’re the scummy Male Lead who has quick transmigrated (world hopped) into 6 parallel universes, and had a relationship with each parallel dimension’s version of Homelander. And upon returning to your own world, you schemed to to get together with your own world’s destined lover Homelander—and it happened, although probably not how Billy had envisioned it with HL taking initiative into his own hands drugging him and making him participate in a seven-way 0rgy to seduce him. But bam! Murphy’s Law struck, and now Billy has to contend with seven jealous Homelanders. They’re the prideful trophy wives who are reunited with the husband they’d thought they’d lost, but he’s alive, and in their eyes they equate it as him “cheating” on them with a new hot floozy (TNotG’s HL). *laughs*

It’s a lot more dramatic if I made it a reunion, so instead I decided to be merciful on our Male Lead service top and instead make 6 of those Homelanders from my other fics, so the narrative is easier to handle not that TNotG HL wouldn’t also be down for a fun time with TNotG 6 other HLs.

Essentially I am willing to serve y’all the Homelander f*cking doppelgänger Homelander scene that we never got to see, Amazon you cowards. But ramp it up a notch, and toss our somewhat nicer to HL TNotG Billy Prime into the sweaty pile of clingy, needy, h0rny affection-craving Homelanders (but ofc Billy has to pay TNotG Homelander the most loving attention and endearments to smooth his ruffled feathers because hoo boooooy, imagine the cocktail of jealousy, insecurity, entitlement, and competitiveness in that one room alone y’all this is a grownass man who’d canonically gotten jealous and had a one-sided beef with a baby).

Like^^^ tell me this man wouldn’t enjoy a seven-way selfcest g@ngb@ng 0rgy session with himself, and with a very willing diabolically handsome V-ed up British Supe patiently servicing them in that pile. TELL ME IT WOULDN’T BE ONE OF HOMELANDER’S WET DREAMS.

[neolynne]

Pit Babe episode 5 rewatch/live commentary (part 2)

Hello boys !!!

he's so pretty🥹

Once again, North and Sonic are the sweetest toward Babe.

First : Hiiiii Dean, second : that jacket is fire

Way experiencing a very intense emotional whiplash -> Babe telling him that he leave the race to him WHILE holding his hand and the next second, Babe is calling Charlie, who came running like a puppy 🤣🤣🤣

Dean asking Charlie to take care of Babe -> see he was the sweetest 😭😭😭(and i'm adding that to my "Charlie and Dean could have been great friend/rival" agenda)

Hiiiii Kim !!!!

Does he look happy to you Babe ? That's more the face of someone who had not had a good night of sleep in the last few days and drank too much coffee

And as some of you might know, everyday is everyday

That not a nice way to talk about your future pack

He was so offended by Babe's innuendos, it's so cute

So, either Kim is a bad judge of character and naive for trusting Winner words, or he knows Winner enough to trust him on that one....

An now it's Kim turn to regret every single life choice he ever made

Jeff look so soft and fluffy

Yes, block his ass baby!

Detective Kim Minsu just entered the stage

Wait wait wait, the "stranger-to-almost lover" plot is starting

Hiiiiii Pete !!!!

Do i or do i not shake hand with that very attractive man ?

Is that very attractive man shaking my hand ?

(Good time to remember that Nut had the cutest crush on Ping during Boys journey)

Did they just jump right into the full domestic life before becoming official boyfriends ?

Also it's officially Babe = babygirl

Or you could take that shower together ?

Beautiful

Kenta bracing himself before Tony start speaking

Go f*ck yourself Tony !!!!

Well for some reason Kenta cares about the racing (i wonder why...). The way his entire expression change when Tony calls it a "shitty championship"

1, no one deserve that. 2, Forget about f*cking yourself Tony, you can go drown in a septic tank !

Hehe tiddies (and n*pple)🤓

No, don't cry 😭

That one way to put it

Also, is Diner the only club in the city ?

One day, i will make a post with only gifs of every single Babe's pout

Quick thinking here Charlie

And the two of you will always be special to ME !!!

Teacher Babe is ba-ack !

You can do it Charlie

oh my god, he's so giddy when Charlie take care of him

Yes he is

I love cheeks kisses too

Charlie's taking note for the future dates

Baby Babe ! And he was the curious puppy back then.

i.....he.......just look at him after Charlie's declared that he would be by his side

Hiiiii Dean !!!

One of the only mention in the show that North and Sonic are also racer

oh Dean, you're in for a world of heartbreak and disappointment

Sonic hopping from one couch to another when there is literally 3 place on that couch (not wanting to be to close to creepy Way ?....i'm joking....)

ah Babe , le tact, c'est vraiment pas son fort

And there is no coming back for Dean starting now

Awww caring boyfriend

I love this scene between CharlieBabe : Babe softness in is action, is confidence in Charlie, the fact that he keep his hands on Charlie will talking to him, the flirty banter....Babe smile (that man is so in love)

He was ready to kiss his boy right there -> choose to pat his head

All three of them look worried (for different reason) after hearing Alan plan

Please, tell me your joking Nut, because cold ?????

More please.....

Garfield is so cute !

Episode 5 done !!! See you for episode 6 (that one gonna be a long one i think)

[ameliathetadclover]

GREETINGS FELLOW HUMANS AND TADC APPRECIATORS!

@jaxfromthatcircus you might like this…

So.. I may or may not have spent half an hour writing a fanfic on why Jax is terrified of corn?

I thought I’d share it. Just a warning, this is long.

FANFIC 1:

Everyone knew Jax was an asshole. He would play pranks on everyone. Putting centipedes in Ragatha’s room, breaking Gangle’s comedy masks, etc. Jax used everyone’s fears to his sick advantage. The worst part was, he actually enjoyed it! One day, Ragatha and Gangle had enough. They devised a plan to find out Jax’s biggest fear so they can torment him. A lovely taste of his own bitter medicine. At night, when everyone, including Jax, was asleep, they would sneak into his room, steal his journal and read through it to find his biggest fear. Jax was a secretive person, so no-one really knew he was afraid of what he was afraid of. Once Ragatha and Gangle were certain Jax and all the other circus members were asleep, they snuck out of their rooms and silently headed towards Jax’s. They then tried to open the door. Shoot. It’s locked. Luckily, Ragatha was able to steal Jax’s key as it was left hanging in his door earlier. Silly Jax. Carefully, they both unlocked the door to see a fast asleep Jax. His room was a mess, video games and food everywhere! On his bedside table, there it was. The thing that could give Ragatha and Gangle the chance to get revenge on Jax- his journal. Ragatha very quietly grabbed the red journal off his bedside table and started walking away with Gangle. They were almost about to make it, when Gangle tripped over one of the many video games Jax had laying on the floor and her comedy mask broke. The smash was so loud, you could immediately hear Jax had stopped snoring. Although it was accidental, Jax had a good defense mechanism. Ragatha quickly grabbed Gangle’s pieces of comedy mask as not to leave evidence behind and darted out of the room with Gangle back to Ragatha’s room. That was a close one! Once they knew it was safe, they opened the journal. Let’s see… chapter 1: life in the circus.. no… chapter 2: pranks.. no… Aha! Chapter 3: The peoples fears including mine! Ragatha and Gangle quickly turned to chapter 3. They could see everyone’s biggest fears! Ragatha: Centipedes, Gangle: Being hated for liking anime, Pomni: being stuck with no exit. But they didn’t care about those. All they wanted to find was Jax’s biggest fear. And then.. on the very last page, in big, black, bold writing, there it was. What Jax was terrified of. Jax: Corn. This took Gangle and Ragatha by surprise. They expected to be maybe spiders, or snakes? But corn? Surely someone as brave and confident as him couldn’t be afraid of a vegetable! They quietly giggled at this. Now time for the next part of the plan. Ragatha and Gangle put the journal down onto Ragatha’s bedside table quietly and went into the kitchen. In there, there was bags and bags of corn and lots of bottles of corn syrup. Ragatha and Gangle turned the key to the kitchen and grabbed a big sack of corn and 3 bottles of corn syrup. This sack was heavy! (DONT TAKE THAT OUT OF CONTEXT.) With all their might, they lifted up the sack of corn and by some miracle managed to get it into Ragatha’s room. They hid it under her bed as well as the corn syrup. Jax knew something would be up when he realised his journal was missing, but that didn’t matter. Everything had pretty much gone according to plan. Gangle waved Ragatha good night and went back to her room. At exactly 8am, the sound of everybody’s alarms filled the dorm hall. Knock knock knock. It was Gangle, ready to initiate the plan. They both took one corn on the cob each and put corn syrup on it.

Everyone walked up to the breakfast table. When everyone sat down, they could tell Jax was pissed.

Jax: Which one of you took my f*cking journal?

Zooble: Since when did you have a journal?

Pomni: Idk. You probably just misplaced it.

Jax: I DONT MISPLACE IT! ONE OF YOU IS A THIEF!

Gangle: Calm down..

Jax: SHUT UP CRYBABY!

*Ragatha smiles slightly evilly*

Ragatha: Hey Jax?

Jax: What do you want, dollface?

*Ragatha looks at Gangle to tell her that it’s time to do the plan*

Ragatha and Gangle: Want some corn?

*Jax looks horrified. He gets up out of his seat and backs away*

Jax: GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!

*Gangle grins evilly*

Gangle: What’s wrong Jax? Afraid of some corn?

*Jax is pissed and terrified*

Jax: I TOLD YOU! P-P-PUT THAT THING AWAY YOU B*TCH!

*Everyone is laughing*

Ragatha: Cmon.. what’s so scary about corn? Is it just because it’s disgusting?

Jax: I’LL NEVER TELL YOU DOLLFACE!

Gangle: We won’t put away the corn unless you tell us.

Jax is torn. He has two options: Be scared but not reveal his past, or not be scared but have to relive a painful experience. With a lot of reluctancy, he says this:

Jax: IF I TELL YOU, YOUD BETTER PUT THE DAMN CORN AWAY!

Ragatha: We’re women of our word.

Jax: Fine. I’ll tell you, idiot. But.. but p-put that stupid corn away!

*Ragatha and Gangle put away the corn.*

Jax: ugh.. I can’t believe I’m actually telling you this. When I was a kid.. about.. 8 years old I think? I was the youngest sibling. I had two older brothers. This dumb digital world made me forget their names though. I grew up on a corn farm. My parents were corn farmers. But when I was 8, my siblings would go and take some of the leftover corn from from the harvest and pin me down and shove it down my throat.

*Jax laughs nervously*

Yeah.. they basically force fed me the corn. But they did that multiple times. If I ever told my mom and dad my brothers threatened to lock me in a shed. This was the 2000s. My mom probably would’ve hit them over the head or something and they didn’t want that. Not only that, when I was asleep they’d grab a bunch of corn syrup and pour it all over me when I was sleeping so I’d be all sticky when I woke up. Luckily in the end I told my mom about everything including the shed part and I laughed so hard when I saw my dad hitting them over the ass with his belt. So that’s why I’m afraid of corn. And if you ever bring this up again I’ll make you wish you’d abstract. Got it?

*everyone nods*

*Ragatha genuinely looks sad as well as Gangle*

Ragatha: I’m.. so sorry Jax..

Gangle: Same.. if we knew we wouldn’t have done that.

Jax: yeah, well don’t feel sorry for me. It’s pointless.

Ragatha: I guess.

Jax: I know you guys have my journal. Give it back or you’ll be sleeping with a black eye tonight,

*Ragatha goes to her room, grabs the journal and gives it to Jax*

Jax: Thank you.

And that my friends is fanfic 1!

This took me ages to write 😭

I hope you enjoyed it :)

Lmk if you want another one :D

@gooseworx is this good?

@jaxfromthatcircus is this good?

[galaxyedging]

No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Dave York x f!reader

WC:5k

Summary: An unexpected guest crashed the reunion between you and Joel.

Warnings:Unprotected P in V sex. CNC elements. 69. Use of toys. Swearing. Dave Motherf*cking York.

Adult Education

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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"I'm so sorry. Tommy's busy. I can't even get him to take over." Joel sounded as disappointed as you felt. 

"It's fine we waited ten years, what's another day?" You tried to ease his guilt.

"It's one day too long for me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"You'd better or I'll be taking a sledge hammer to my walls to get you over here."

The early morning deliveries that Joel left to meet ran into some trouble. Joel was going to have to drive out of state to personally oversee a few things. It was disappointing but maybe it was a blessing in disguise. This whole thing was just insane. 

Ten years had passed, you couldn't just pick up where you left off, surely? You weren't a teen in need of a little safe harbour before you went out into the big, wide world anymore. The second you stepped back into Joel's arms, you felt it, safety. 

Joel didn't seem to have changed a bit but he must have. Ten whole years of living his life, he could be a completely different man. You were certainly different. At your core, you still had the same morals and outlook on life, you'd always had a strong sense of self. Everything else, your likes, dislikes, ambitions, they'd all changed, grown, evolved. 

When your home grew too loud with your thoughts echoing in your mind, you decided to take yourself for dinner. As the waiter sat your indulgent dessert in front of you, Joel sent you a message.

I sent you a present. Let me know if you like it.

Your ex-husband never bought you surprises. It was nice to feel like you were on someone's mind when they weren't there. 

Pulling up outside your house, the first thing you noticed was Joel's gift. A long golden box set outside your door. A quick tug of the elaborate bow allowed you to lift the lid and see the beautiful long stemmed roses inside. Carefully balancing them in one arm you took out your phone to snap a quick selfie of your smiling face with your gift. 

I love them. Thank you.

The two blue ticks indicated that Joel had read the message. Opening the door you managed to get in just as his reply came through. 

They're not from me. 

Setting your things down, you got into your normal routine. Keys away. Alarm. Wait, your alarm wasn't on. Damn. It wasn't like you to forget. Kick your shoes off. Hang up your jacket. Picking the flowers and taking them into the kitchen you rooted around for a card. A small cream envelope was at the bottom of the box under the delicate tissue paper lining the box. It slid open easily. Inside was a small golden embellished card. The simple handwritten words said…

Your alarm system is shit.

Every hair on your body stood on end. Your heart was in your mouth. You screamed around it as someone touched your shoulder. A hand came around your mouth to silence you. Instinctively, you struck out. A swift elbow connected with your attackers ribs. 

"Easy now. You don't even know my safe word." The voice was all too familiar as he grabbed your arms to hold you in place.

"Dave?" You turned enough to see his perfect profile and the shit eater grin on his face.

"I told you I'd catch you soon."

Petals rained over the kitchen as you grabbed the stem of the roses and proceeded to hit him about the head with them. "You asshole. You scared the hell out of me!"

"Ouch. Those things have thorns!"

"Torns are the least of your worries! I could call the police! You broke into my fucking home!"

"I wanted to surprise you. Joel said…"

"Joel? What did he say?"

"He said you might want to catch up since you were free tonight."

"And breaking and entering is your way of catching up?!"

"I thought…"

"Get out! Get out, Dave!" Anger burned in your veins as you screamed at him. To his credit Dave actually looked ashamed of himself before he left. 

It took cleaning all the rose petals up and a long shower for you to calm down enough to look at your phone. 

Ten missed calls. One from your mom. Nine from Joel.

Tapping on your conversation, you scrolled through the new texts.

Dave told me what he did. I'm so sorry.

Please answer.

I'm sorry. I forgot Dave is an asshole. I thought he could take you out for dinner, not scare the life out of you.

Please call me.

I'm really sorry.

The thought that Joel hadn't intended to put you in that position made you feel a little better. The other thoughts that scraped at your consciousness, the ones that had enjoyed what Dave had done, didn't. Deciding that Joel had suffered enough, you texted him back.

It's okay. You're not responsible for that asshole. I'll call you tomorrow.

His reply was instant. 

Okay, Darlin'. Sleep well.

With the adrenaline rush wearing off, it wasn't long until you were fast asleep.

The moonlight streaming through the windows was joined by a single beam of light. It swept the floor and up onto the walls. When it came your way, it completely obscures the dark figure behind it. The flashlight thudded on the mattress as the dark figure discarded it in favour of grabbing your ankles. In a display of its strength it pulled you down the bed towards it. Only then could you see its face. Dave. Your panties were swiftly pulled to the side as he penetrated you with his thick length. Bracing himself over you his lips ghosted over yours as his steady thrusts built into a frenzied pace. They still hovered over yours as you both moaned in unison as you climaxed together.

The sheets twisted below you as you jumped awake. The room was still streaked with moonlight but there was no Dave. A little pang of disappointment settled low in your stomach. Just below that a twinge of something else flared. Your panties clung to the wet flesh of your folds. It took two rounds with your favourite toy to settle you down to sleep again.

The next time you jumped awake it was to the sound of your doorbell. Checking the camera you were surprised to see Joel at your door.

"I'm so sorry." He greeted you as you let him step inside.

"It's fine, Joel. Really."

"No. It's not. I'll do anything to make it up to you." Dramatically as he could given his stiff knees, he dropped down to beg you.

"Stop!" You laughed, shoving his shoulder. "Although, while you are down there."

He raised an eyebrow before shuffling closer. Lifting one of your knees over his shoulder he pulled your loose sleep shorts out of the way.

"Jesus. You're soaked." Just as two of his fingers traced your folds he stopped. "Is this from last night?"

Feeling like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over you, you removed your leg from his shoulder. "Joel." You sighed.

"Honey, I'm not judging. You and Dave have a past. I just didn't think he'd make a move on you. Not with knowing how I feel about you."  

"Do you think Dave and I…? He didn't make any moves."

"Oh. That's good." He sounded relieved and so much younger than his years almost like the uncertain teen you'd once been. "So you two didn't…?"

"No. Why would I when I have you?" You caught how that sounded. "I mean when we're whatever this is…"

"You can have me if you want. I want to be yours. I know it's a weird set up but I just wanted you to know. You can take all the time you need to think about how you feel. I know you will, you're way smarter than me." 

"Thank you, Joel. How about we just start with that dinner you own me?"

"Sure." He wrapped his arms loosely around your waist. "Do you still want me to?" He looked down between you.

"The moment has kind of past. How about I get a shower and we can make that dinner a breakfast?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Breakfast was spent catching up on everything and anything. Views on everything on politics to every pop culture fad of the last ten years were exchanged. Thankfully you and Joel agreed on all the major things. It really was like being with an old friend. It felt so natural to be with him. Breakfast turned into a walk in the park. Then a museum and a late lunch. Then back to your place for a movie and cuddling on the sofa. Even when dinner time rolled around neither of you mentioned Joel leaving. Dinner was cooked together. The two of you working seamlessly together. Joel cleaned as you chopped, mixed and cooked. 

"What happened to these?" Joel was standing over the open trash can looking at the pieces of flowers.

"Oh, so Dave told you intimate details of us having sex but didn't tell you I beat him with some roses?"

"You what?!" Joel laughed in disbelief. "Good for you!"

"I actually feel a little bad. For the roses, not Dave. He scared the shit out of me."

Joel hugged you from behind and hummed thoughtfully near your ear. 

"What?" You half turned to ask him.

"Nothing. Just this morning you were so wet…"

"And…?"

"I don't know, maybe part of you liked it."

Getting defensive you tried to dismiss him. "I masturbated, twice, that's all that was." 

"Do you usually masturbate twice at night?"

"Joel." You warned.

"Again, I'm not judging. I always thought it was kind of hot when you two fucked. Dave used to get so worked up that you preferred me. He's the most competitive bastard I know." Joel laughed lightly.

"Is this really a conversation you want to have with the woman you just started dating?"

"I did Google dating etiquette. Oddly enough it didn't cover this particular situation."

Huffing at his comment, you moved from his arms to the spice rack.

"Look. I just think if we have so much stuff unresolved. Then maybe you had stuff with Dave too. I want this, us, to have a real shot. We can't do that being stuck in the past."

Suddenly the mixed herbs in your hands became really interesting as you studied them. Begrudgingly you admitted to yourself that Joel was right. You didn't love Dave but he was your first. He was a huge part of informing your sexual tastes. And if someone held a gun to your head you may even admit to liking him, just a little.

"Did you get wiser in your old age?" You finally returned to Joel's arms.

He mock gasped as held you. "Less of the old!"

"Maybe I do have a teeny tiny amount of unresolved…" feelings doesn't sound right "...stuff with Dave." Adding he herbs you held up a spoon for Joel to taste. It kept his eyes off you for a moment so you could open up. "I may have gotten off on the danger of being with him. Out of the two of you there was always something that scared me, just a little. Now the whole CIA agent thing makes sense. Lying bastard. It doesn't mean I want to do anything with him now."

"Okay." Joel stated simply, yet you could tell there was a lot more behind the simple word. Casually, he tossed the spoon to be washed later. Mirroring how he put this particular conversation aside for later.

The two of you finished up making dinner and settled down to eat.

"So, back then, did Dave tell you everything?" You asked in-between bites of pasta.

"Everything. The hot tub. The time in college. Everything." Joel confessed.

"College?!"

"Who do you think told him where you were?"

Your chin nearly ended up in your food as your jaw dropped. "I take it back. I want to fuck him again but his time I wouldn't let him tell you a damn thing about it."

Joel shrugged. "Still hot."

"Shut up." The two of you grinned at each other like children. 

Dinner was done, dishes were washed, dried and put away. Another movie was put on. Joel didn't make it through this one. With half an hour left he was fast asleep against your chest. Even though he was asleep you carried on massaging his scalp. His soft curls tumbled soothingly through your fingers. The weight and warmth of him against you, finally having him in your arms like you had ached to when he told you he wanted to be wanted, had you in a state of bliss. When you phone chimed you were happy to ignore it until you remembered you hadn't called your mom back.

A message was there, from a number you didn't recognise.

I'm sorry for last night. I thought you'd like it. I guess I forgot you're not the woman I knew anymore.

Thank you for the apology. You weren't entirely wrong. If you'd have done that back then or maybe didn't try it out of the blue after 10 years, I may have liked it.

I'll keep that in mind. These texts won't disappear. You can save this number if you want.

I will, under 'Asshole.'

You're saved under 'Whore' with that picture of your cum covered tits as your icon.

Asshole.

You imagined Dave's amused smile matching the one that spread on your face. The slight rumble of your chest as you chuckled woke Joel. "Sorry, Sweetheart. Long day. Did the movie end? Do you want me to leave?" He muttered this all sleepily against the swell of your breasts.

"I'm not going to make you drive in this state. My guest room is made up….or you can share my bed?"

Joel padded up the stairs as you guided him. It was strange to be the one looking after him for a change. After giving him a spare toothbrush, you returned with some sweats that you stole from your ex. "Here. Let's get you to bed."

Joel was asleep on his back when you returned from getting yourself ready. The blanket was only pulled up to his waist. His chest was bare allowing you to admire him. His middle was a little softer than you remembered. His arms were still roped with well earned muscle. The freckles that you used to try and map littered his golden skin. Seeing him in your bed just felt so right. Sliding in next to him you rested your head on his broad chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily in your ear. Just like the summer ten years before, you decided you wanted Joel and you were going to have him, consequences be damned.

One year later….

Sometimes you hated Tommy. Even if he was a ray of human sunshine most days and made sure to tell Joel how lucky he was to have you at every opportunity. He was still the one that convinced Joel to take risks and grow his business. A business that was now thriving. Which meant Joel had to be whisked away from you from time to time. Most of the time you understood. Today, you weren't in the most understanding of moods. Work had been a nightmare, all you wanted to do was come home. Now that you had you were reminded that your boyfriend was away on your anniversary. 

It had been a whole year since Joel first slept in your bed. Over that year there had been more nights that he'd slept there than anywhere else. He just sort of stayed. He'd been renting a place not too far from you while he worked there. When his lease was up, he moved what he had with him to your place. There was no fuss, just two people seamlessly blending their lives together. Like you had always been that way. Maybe you should have. 

The bad mood you were in seemed an ideal time to go over your regrets. If only you had stayed a year. Maybe you could have had a whole decade with Joel? Your brain huffed at you. Maybe it could have all gone to shit because you weren't grown yet, who knows?! 

The foul mood worsened when you couldn't get through to your favourite take out place on the phone.

"Fuck it." It was only four blocks away. The walk might do you good.

With your order in your hand you checked the time on your cell. A message had come through without you hearing it. It was from Joel.

I sent you a present. Let me know if you like it. 

The walk home seemed much shorter than the walk there. Your feet carried you like the wind. The alarm beeped steadily when you got home before you turned it off. Disappointment set in as you typed in Joel's birthday. Placing the takeout on the counter you crossed to the fridge to get a drink. Grabbing a soda, something caught your eye as it fell from the door when it swung open. It was a piece of paper with a handwritten note.

Your alarm is still shit.

The soda nearly fell from your hand as you were shoved into the counter. A body pressed into yours pinning you in place.

"Don't go trying to take a swing at me again." Dave breathed against the shell of your ear before biting down on the lobe. 

Your hands came down to brace yourself on the counter as he pulled up the skirt of your dress. He pushed the material over your hips exposing your ass to him. He grabbed a handful of it. The same hand then caught the soda can that fell from your grasp, the other one was already too busy peeling off the very expensive and very tiny underwear you had on.

"Did you wear these for me?" He grunted with the effort of tugging them down your legs.

"You're not worth the effort." You snarled at him.

A sharp sting spread across your scalp as Dave tugged your hair, bringing you tight to him. Blunt teeth found your shoulder and bit down. The pain coursed through you melding into pleasure at some point. Every nerve in your body sang. Every touch felt heightened. Even your own clothes on your skin were too much.

"Over a decade and you're still a brat. Someone should fuck that out of you." With his hips still pinning you and one hand pulling on your hair, Dave was able to keep you in place and use his free hand to take off his belt. The hand in your hair travelled to your mouth to pry it open. His thumb pushed roughly past your lips for leverage. As soon as there was enough space, he shoved his belt in there. 

"That should keep you quiet. Don't want the neighbours telling your boyfriend another man was making you scream his name." With that he brought his large palm down on the meat of your ass. A muffled shout left your mouth. "Come on, say it." Another smack. This one was harder and added to the sting already there. All you let out was a defiant groan. Another hit. "Say it." Another slap echoed. "Fucking scream it, bitch." 

Another hard hit of his hand, coupled with his words earn him it. "Dave!" Muffled but unmistakable.

"I knew you had it in you, screaming another man's name. You little cheating whore." As he spoke you chanced a look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were dark, even with the all back outfit, you could see the bulge of his cock straining to be freed. He looked feral and so goddamn good. "Don't move. I brought you a gift. Close your eyes." He almost sang the last bit.

Obeying him, you stood still. When he returned he kicked your legs apart. A dark chuckle left him when he saw the jewel nestled between your cheeks. "Poor Joel. It seems like you had quite the night planned for him. Oh well, his loss…"

The blunt tip of something pressed at your entrance. It slipped in easily with the slick gathered there. "Good girl. Take it so well."

The toy was fully seated inside you, held in place by your thighs, when Dave returned to pining you to the counter, his hips dropped his time so his hard cock pressed into the jewelled plug in your ass. He grinded his hips into you. "I can't wait to fill you with this cock. We've got work to do first though. Open your eyes." In his hand in front of you he held a small oval remote control. With one tap the toy inside you jerked to life. It started thrusting against your G-spot hard and fast. Once you were over the initial intrusion it made you come in no time. Your whole body curled in on the toy and the belt dropped from your mouth as you gasped. Dave tapped the remote to halt the tiny but powerful machine. "All that for a piece of plastic? All Joel's bragging, maybe you just come too easily. Is that it? You're such a little slut that you're permanently on the edge. It doesn't take much to push you over. Let's see if you have another one in you. The toy started up again this time Dave added a small vibrator, that he pulled from his pocket, to your clit. Moments later when your legs tensed, your toes curled and your vision blurred. Shakily you wiped the corner of your mouth as you whimpered. 

Dave only laughed. "See? Such a fucking horny slut. How many can you give me? Hmmm?" He ragged your hair again. Your head moved easily as all your muscles were completely softened by your release. 

Reaching between your legs he shoved the toy deeper. A whimper tore from your throat. "No more."

"What was that?" 

"I said no." You tried your best to stare him down. 

"So you're going to let me play with this pussy. Get me all worked up will all those pretty sounds, your moans, the wet sound of your pussy and say 'no'." He laughed before dragging you up on shaking legs. "You don't get to say no to me."

Throwing you face first onto the kitchen island he pressed your chest into it and started to grab your hands. 

"No!" You managed to pull them back for a second until he shoved the toy deeper again. As you cried out he grabbed your hands and tied them with his belt. 

"Stay, fucking, still." The toy and the plug hit the floor you winced as each one was removed from your still clenched muscles. 

"Fuck. Look at how wet you got that thing. And you're going to try and deny me getting my cock that wet? Fucking tease. Do you want me?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" Two thick fingers pressed ever so slightly inside you. "Because it seems like you do." His thumb brushed circles over your pink hole.

"No. I don't." Your voice was more steady now.

"Well what kind of a man would I be if I fucked you now?" He chuckled. 

The air was thick and silent for a moment. Not a move was made until Dave rushed you. His hands pushed you down onto the counter, pinning you in place as he almost split you in two with his thick, solid cock. The two of you resembled wolves howling at the moon as he did so. The sounds of ecstasy fell from your lips as you practically drooled on the work top. Each thrust of his cock was magnified by how sensitive you were. 

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this." He reminded you with another bite to your shoulder. 

"The word you used was 'defiant'. I'm being defiant of this little scenario right now." You panted as he still steadily thrusted.

"What if I told you that I gave that shit security system a little upgrade?" He grunted as he pushed deeper.

"What?"

"I installed a couple of cameras. There's one in your fake ficus over there."

Looking over to where he was talking about you could see the little round lens peeking over the rim of the pot. "You CIA motherfu…" You began to jerk away from him. 

Strong arms pinned you down. "Ex CIA." He slammed into you harder. "Feel like telling me 'no' now?"

"Fuck you!" You spat.

"Oh, yes." If possible Dave grew even harder inside of you. It made you even wetter, something you didn't think was possible.

"Is that what you like? Acting like the bad man, David?" His hips faulted for a second. A grin spread on your lips. "You are such a bad man. You took a barely eighteen year old girl and set up her sexual tastes for life. Do you know how many times I beg Joel to fuck my throat or degrade me? How many times he has to fuck me in my ass and fill me with his cum so I feel dirty? Do you know how many men I've let fuck me roughly? How many women? All chasing the high that you gave me when you first forced all of your cock inside me. Pinning me on it until I was hopelessly lost in pleasure. You've always been a bad man to me, Dave. And a fucking hot one." Dave's ego swelled with his cock as it pulsed wave after wave of cum inside you. He chanted your name as he did so.

Once he was spent, he collapsed over you. "Fuck. Me."

A giggle bubbled out of you; it was cut off with a hiss when he pulled out. "Wait here."

It was easy to follow that instruction. You doubted your legs could carry you anywhere else. You were vaguely aware of the microwave humming and beeping. When Dave returned he'd pulled a chair from the kitchen table with him. 

"Here." Gripping your waist he pulled you up to untie your hands. He then guided you down into lap. The smell of lavender caught your nose. A heat pack was set on his thigh as he pulled your ass onto it. "We'll get you cleaned up in a minute. I haven't finished with you yet. How do I always neglect these pretty tits?" His hand began to pull down your dress. 

"Dave." One of your hands stilled his, suddenly shy. His eyebrows furrowed. "It's been ten years, they might not be how you remembered."

Gently he carried on tugging until you were bare for him. "No. They're fucking prettier."

His tongue licked a strip from under your boob right up and over your nipple. He repeated the motion on the other side before blowing across them gently watching you shiver. In turn he sucked on each one until you shuddered with over sensitivity. He then kissed around them covering every inch as he did so he slipped his hand between your legs. His fingers rubbed gentle, slow circles on your clit. 

Dave had never treated you with such care. The tenderness of it alone lit something in you that fuelled a soft climax. Dave kissed you for the first time that night as you moaned. He pulled away to rest his forehead on yours. "Good girl." 

It was odd how you suddenly felt bare and vulnerable in front of Dave, given everything he'd done to you. You were driven to fill the silence with a question. "When did you become the king of aftercare? What made you so soft?" You teased.

"Since I became a grandpa I guess. Now I always offer a lady a tissue if I come inside."

"Ew." You snort-laughed at him. "How is Oliver?"

"He's great. Growing like a weed. The last time I saw him he was just learning to sit up."

"That's great, Dave. I'm happy for you. Like I said, you're a terrible human being but a great dad, and now grandpa."

Your phone chimed on the counter next to your long forgotten take out. 

Joel

Are you and grandpa quite finished?

You 

Are you watching us?

Joel

Dave has a lot of faults but I can't knock his security upgrades.

You 

Did you like what you saw?

A picture came through in reply. It was of Joel's spent cock cover in his cum. You licked your lips subconsciously.

You 

I guess you did.

Joel 

I know Dave did. My dirty girl has the best little cunt. Make sure he licks it out before he leaves. Show him what I get to have any time I want.

Dave's phone chimed. He read the message before saluting the camera with a sarcastic "Yes, Sir." A grin spread over his face "Let's get you cleaned up." You pulled you behind him. "There's no cameras upstairs." He tossed over his shoulder.

"What did your message say?"

"He told me to eat your pussy." He yawned.

"I'm glad to know you find the prospect of eating my pussy so exciting."

"I'm fifty-three years old. You're lucky that blowing my load that hard did lay me out for the night." 

"Fair enough. How about I ride your face instead?"

For his moaning about his age Dave still got it up again after a few minutes of you dragging your pussy over his lips, tongue and perfectly curved nose. Admittedly he didn't last long when you showed you how far your blow job technique had come and once he emptied himself down your throat he was out like a light. 

"Good night, Asshole." You pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving him in the guestroom. Dave hadn't quite gotten you there before he came groaning against your folds. It only took a few pumps of your own fingers to finish you off. Taking out your phone you sent Joel a couple of pictures of the resulting mess clinging to your fingers and thighs. After a well needed shower you returned to find another photo from Joel. His softening cock covered in even more cum with the caption 'Happy Anniversary, Darlin'.'

Series tag: @popcornforone @myrealmofchaos @casa-boiardi

Dave York tag: @movievillainess721

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Do you have lyrics for Texas?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT WHY YES OFC I HAVE LYRICS FOR MY BOY TEXAS-

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-"Well maybe I'm the f*ggot America! I'm not a part of a redneck agenda. Now everybody do the propaganda! And sing along to the age of paranoia!~" (from “American Idiot” by Green Day)

-"It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile! All lit up and I start to smile! If I catch fire then I change my aim! Throw my troubles at the pearly gates!~" (from "Burning Pile" by Mother Mother)

-"It's no big surprise you turned out this way! When they close their eyes and prayed you would change. And they cut your hair, and sent you away…..You stopped by my house the night you escaped! With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay! You said, "Hey man, I love you, but no f*cking way!~" (from "Twin Size Mattress" by The Front Bottoms)

-"Just blow out the candles! Oh little boy, when will you learn? You don't play with fire, unless you wanna get burned!(Wanna get burned)Just blow out the candles! Oh, how the tables they've turned! You don't play with fire, unless you wanna get burned, You wanna get burned!~" (from "Burned" by Grace VanderWaal)

Explanations:

1. Honestly, the entire song fits him, but it’s SPECIFICALLY that verse. Cuz y’know, he’s gay and trans and it’s hella frowned upon by a lot of America AND his government. He "doesn’t fit into the agenda". Heaven forbid his handlers/caretakers find out.

2. I feel like Texas often sets aside his problems and acts like they don’t exist or they’re not that bad. And eventually, his problems and anger and sadness all build up and he breaks. Am I projecting? Yes. Shut up-

3. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. RELIGIOUS. TRAUMA. This doesn’t need to much of an explanation I don’t think. Just know that he has religious trauma revolving around his mental health diagnosis’s and his being part of the LGBTQIA+. Mexico is an asshole. Texas doesn’t hate Christians tho unless they’re using it an excuse to put others down just cuz they don’t like their way of living. Then he has a problem. Again, projecting? Yes. Yes I am.

4. This song gives the vibes of him giving Mexico repetitive warnings before the Mexican–American War happened. Just giving him a clear warning that he needs to stop treating them all like sh*t or else there will be consequences. Did the bastard listen? Nope. Cuz ofc he didn’t.

[minsarasarahair]

You know because of Fendai (danmei), I kinda understand now the side of Vesper Noir fans who became haters lol

As someone who came from seiyuu fandom, I don't really care what characters they are playing as long as they are selling the same talent/skills so its understandable its easier for me to accept it. I do experienced my fave artists becoming disbanded or disappearing out of nowhere so I'm a little jaded already. I also have friends who gone indie and left corporate because its not for them so. As long as they are happy and not doing anything evil, I don't care what path they should take.

Cheng Ping and Vesper Noir have this masculine nonchalant straight public image as celebrity. Both have the talents or skills needed to reach higher and become popular. But both of them have bad background record that they are hot-tempered. In Cheng Ping's case, he tried to defend someone or righteous to point out what's wrong hence he provoke influential veteran artists. He also have a background that he swear a lot as livestreamer before he became an actor so transitioning from that is hard. He's just being himself as livestreamer but as actor, he need to sell an image that's not him. As for Vesper, I'll not say who is his PL but let's just say his content is for mature audience. He swear like a sailor and make dirty jokes about himself but never targeted it to his audience so I say he's still decent compare to others. He might be a lawbreaker but definitely not a bad guy.

Their difference is Cheng Ping decided to eat his pride and behave because Li Boxi(his secret boyfriend) did sacrifice his make up career to salvage Cheng Ping's public image. Li Boxi is outed as gay man since day 1 and claimed he's harassing the straight actor even if its not true. Their conversation is like "But I'm really gay for you! I'm never straight! Why we need to lie??!! I'm not afraid to tell them now!!" but Li Boxi is like "That's not the issue. Its because you're selling a straight masculine image in the first place. Your fans will feel betrayed and the opportunities you work hard for will be overshadowed by criticisms just because you didn't tell them your sexual orientation since day 1. It will question your genuity. Its not your fault and its not their fault. Its just part of the job. In entertainment industry, your image is your everything. That's why popular actors will do any underhanded tactics to protect their image." In Vesper's case, Magni literally joined him and leave the company together lol They are probably like "You know what? Let's just leave together. We don't deserve the stress this company gave us. Corporate life is not for us."

Another similarity is I find it interesting Vesper's PL mentioned Magni's PL before they even met in Holostars. They don't know each other yet but Vesper PL is neutral about him and still find Magni's PL funny/skilled. Fendai has similar scene. Cheng Ping is reacting live to random short videos during his livestream before he became an actor and he came across at Li Boxi's makeup tutorial video. His chat criticized Li Boxi's crossdresser look and Cheng Ping got annoyed so he start lashing out to his chat saying "His looks is not your f*cking business! If you can't respect a person, get the f*ck out of my stream! I don't need you here!" Cheng Ping is quite neutral about Li Boxi in the past so he forgot that incident quickly.

By the way, MagNoir will have an offcollab karaoke this weekend in their new persona! I'm very excited LOL If you know, you know.

[s-talking]

14﹕ what is your preferred genre of plots ? fluff , angst , smut , etc …?

15﹕ what is your favorite dynamic trope to write ?

18﹕ which of your verses or arcs is your favorite to write about ?

21﹕ what is one thing you love about your muse , & one thing you dislike ?

31﹕ what hobbies do you have outside of roleplaying ?

35﹕ is there a character you consistently have muse for ?

o6﹕ is there something about the roleplay community that irks you ?

𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 .    (   a  collection  of  40  questions  for  muns ,  with  assorted  questions  directed  towards  both  single - muse  &  multi - muse  blogs!   )

⌘ 14﹕ what  is  your  preferred  genre  of  plots ?  fluff,  angst,  smut,  etc… ?

even though horror & angst are pretty much up there for me, i really enjoy writing old-school romance & those emotionally ' deep ' threads where both muses end up really digging into each other. smut is also a guilty pleasure. ~

⌘ 15﹕ what  is  your  favorite  dynamic  trope  to  write?

forbidden love ( mutual or unrequited ), enemies-to-lovers, hero & villain, partners in crime, yandere x yandere, opposites attract, soulmates / reincarnated lovers, friends-to-lovers & stockholm syndrome.

⌘ 18﹕ which  of  your  verses  or  arcs  is  your  favorite  to  write  about?

hands down, the ' ashes to ashes ' verse ( which revolves around the new eden sanatorium ). as much as i love writing envy's main verse, this one is basically the twilight of his story where a lot of stuff happens, like how certain quirks developed, why does he view people as butterflies or how the name ' envy ' even came to be, leading up to the main verse. it's also fun to see how other muses fair in new eden & the staff, as well as these various stages of min-jun / envy.

⌘ 21﹕ what  is  1  thing  you  love  about  your  muse ,  &   1  thing  you  dislike?

the one thing i like, is that he is a very dynamic character. 9/10 times he will surprise even me with his words or actions, & I'M THE ONE WRITING HIM! lmao it's a difficult process to describe but, long-story-short, i always need to step out of my own shoes & think from a completely up-side-down perspective, relying purely on my research of psychosis, obsession, & whatever the other character actually says or does, sometimes having to go as far as reading headcanons of the other muse whenever envy is actively stalking them. he just takes the role-play engagement to a whole new level * wheezes *. now, for the one thing i dislike, he is indeed unhinged & it takes a certain headspace for me to write him out, & that's coming from someone who wrote characters like goro akechi, lawliet, dottore & even dr. ratio. he can very much fry my brain with how much i need to rewire my mindset & think from a perspective of a man who is haunted by not only the parasitic horror, but also by his own mangled-up view of the world & the ever-fleeting emotions. i have to always somehow balance everything out according to what happens in each & every thread, because envy is as random as the f*cking london weather lmao.

⌘ 31﹕ what  hobbies  do  you  have  outside  of  roleplaying?

art of course, it's actually pretty time-consuming as i also do a lot of studying which, in fact, makes part of my hobby / work. i love anything art-related. aside from that, i like to play switch / pc games & ride a bike, especially through a massive park on a cloudy day. i also do cosplay with friends, but alas, don't have much time anymore for that atm.

⌘ 35﹕ is  there  a  character  you  consistently  have  muse  for ?

envy, duh. but canon-wise, i actually have a lot of beloved muses that i can just hop right into, but izaya orihara ( drrr!!! ) & alhaitham ( genshin ) ring the loudest atm. i'm just being very slow due to irl things.

⌘ o6﹕ is  there  something  about  the  roleplay  community  that  irks  you ?

the whole unfollowing / blocking shtick, & how people, often role-players, lose their minds when they see you leave ( let it be by accident / on purpose / or because of an error that tumblr occasionally does ). it happens so often that majority now opt to '''' re-make '''' their blogs instead of simply unfollowing / blocking that 1 person who is giving them grief or just doesn't click in terms of writing. it's sad. i've personally had strangers vent about me after i silently unfollowed them for breaking my rules, or due to tumblr doing so for me during my hiatus / days of being away. & it gets even sadder when it's the role-players who have ' i'm not interested in drama ' or ' i have the right to block anyone for any reason whatsoever ' in their rules. like guys... have you ever thought of maybe, just maybe re-following or shooting that person who unfollowed you an ask? or if they don't really matter, ignore them entirely? xDD literally me every time this happens:

[bon-is-gone]

https://www.tumblr.com/bon-is-gone/748757237890170880/fluttershy-so-yeah-i-made-mlp-infection-au?source=share

*perks up* found this trend a while ago and I loved seeing mlp infection aus...idk why but I think mlp horrors are the best horrors! Like human horrors make me feel uncomfortable but replace the humans with colorful ponies and I wanna see it! (My random guess is, not knowing if I'm right or not, because I'm scared of it being transmitted to humans?) Anyway, now I'm curious about it!

What are the stages? How did it begin? You planning to make a bunch of art for it? Write a story via comic or written or as I've seen some do...videos? Or just draw a bunch of ponies infected? Sorry if I'm pushy or nosey...just fluttershy went from 0-100 so fast in your pics of her and looked so good...she looked so cute before infection and terrifying after! You have a great artstyle! I just had to learn if this was a one hit-thing or if it will bloom into a story or something!

AGDHAGDHSGDHAGSHGA I STILL CANT GET USED TO THE FACT THAT PEOPLE LIKE MY STUFF AND IVE BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR NOW HDGAJGXISHDJ THANKYOUTHANKYOYTAHNKYOUTHANKYOU-

Ah yes, my favorite subject

Dying ponies with rabies 😌

Imma try and answer all the questions amigo, however I'm writing this in 2 in the morning with a sh*t ton of adrenaline from the fact that you asked (I'm gonna have a heart attack oh lord) so do forgive me if I missed one-

Oh ehem-

Stages

So the sickness which I took for this au is Rabies! Which I think a lot if you might know what it is. Ofcourse, this is a more messed up type of rabbies. There's only 3 stages since the person transforms quickly(in a 1 day). 1st stage: after the pony gets bit by a subject with rabbies they start feeling weak, tired and nauseous. They also all of a sudden get scared of water 2nd stage: the ponies body starts to hurt, usually specific body parts feel the most pain (for example with fluttershy its her front hooves), which then start to get longer, stretching. 3rd stage the ponies body becomes disfigured, they become extremely aggressive and blood-thirsty, foam will start pouring out of their mouth and completely forget who they were before.

How did it begin?

Some chemist pony probably tried to find a cure for different types of sickness in the mlp world but instead made a potion for the missed up rabbies. He tested on some animals and one of them escaped. The animal got to fluttershy(because she's always with animals so she shall be the first victim) and bit her. The infection would continue on with twilight who wanted to go check up on her but instead got attacked.

You planning to make a bunch of art for it?

Oh buddy. OH BUDDY- I already nade some sketches of how twilight and Pinkie pie are before and after getting infected. I do want to draw some background ponies with those meters (you know those ones with like "hunger: 50%" or something) specifically this guy

SILVER ZOOM 😎 I found him whilst browsing the mlp wiki for background ponies and omg I LOVE HIS DESIGN AJGDHSHDHWHDHDH

Also this fella

Crystal earth gives me "I FELL INLOVE WITH AN EMO GIRL" vibes and I'm DIGGING IT

Write or make a story/comic/video? Or just draw a bunch of ponies infected?

I'm not a writer so hard pass on the story. Comic would LOVE to do that, however I'm not used to drawing ponies like, at all, So it takes me a really long time to get the look right(especially with all the different angles of the head, yikes). Now, the video? Hell f*cking yeah. I planned on making a video 100% doing it like people do on tiktok (or in my case youtube because I am not going to that wretched place, no offense to anyone who goes there) but never made it since I got sidetracked with other stuff lmao. So currently I will stick to just solely making art, but I will make a video about it no doubt. Complete story? Probably not.

Again thank you so much for asking! It makes me super happy when people ask me about my stuff or just opinions on anything. (I did not get held enough as a child God damn-) and no worries about being pushy! (You weren't honestly)

This was Bon, signing out

[bloodhoundluke]

starting line ⎻ luke hemmings

description: luke is reminiscing on his life and what he might have done differently, all while his girlfriend is listening to him.

pairing: she/her x luke hemmings

warnings: mention of alcohol consumption, (slight-ish) angst, cursing, quite a lot of fluff... let me know if there's anything else).

word count: 700ish.

a/:n: okay, i f*cking love when facing the things we turn away from...so i wanted to give it a try to write something (probably short pieces, let's see) inspired by every song on the album. if there are any mistakes (e.g. grammar), please do let me know!

this is pt. 1 of when facing the things we turn away from series. the parts are not related to each other; rather, i'd call them blurbs.

“You feelin' alright?”.

“Just feelin’ a little sentimental, I guess”, Luke shrugs his shoulders and holds a cigarette in his hands. He swore to himself that he’d quit, but couldn’t really bring himself into it, not yet. These past few months haven’t been the easiest on him, so he decided quitting smoking would be the smallest of his worries. Still, he felt somehow disappointed in himself. 

“What’s on your mind, babes?”, she sits beside him by the pool. Luke has been absent the whole day, probably caught on the songs he’s been working on for his first solo album. In spite of that, she was worried about him. Had he even eaten? Had he remembered to take breaks? She knows how he can get when he is working - he has a tendency to forget the outside world completely and work for ungodly long hours. When she arrived home, she noticed how the kitchen was just the way it was when she left. Thankfully, she had picked up some Chinese takeaway on the way. 

“I’m missing all these memories, like maybe…maybe they were never mine?”, he sighs and inhales the cigarette right between his middle and index finger. He smiles slightly at her and sways his bare feet back and forth in the water. “For so many years I’ve just kept on going and going, not really noticing what’s around me. I feel kind of…foolish for not appreciating for what I’ve had…and…yeah…not really processing my emotions, at least not in the healthiest way. Partying, drinkin’ till I black out, y’know?”.

“I know this might be a silly question, but what would you change? What things would you appreciate more?”.

“When reflecting on my life, I would change how I treated people. I’d be more present, and loving. I’d show more kindness, and not dwell on my own shit for so long, if that were possible. I’d go to therapy, seek for help. I’d communicate better. I’d love and appreciate you better”.

“Mmmh, I know you are feeling sentimental. And you have all the right to be. Looking back on your life is healthy and self-reflective, but baby, please don’t dwell on it. From my personal experience, it can give you hell. The past is the past, and now you have the tools to look at your life, at this very moment. Don’t let this, right this very moment, go to waste because you didn’t appreciate the past moments, you know?”.

“I know…maybe I wouldn’t actually change a thing, because those mistakes and wonderful moments led to this where I am right now. I am here with you, and that’s all that matters now”, he damps the cigarette on the ground by the pool. He leans towards her and places his head on her shoulder. She takes him in her arms and plants a few tiny kisses on the top of his head.

"I am sorry. I give sucky advice sometimes", she giggles slightly, which only makes Luke's heart flutter. Damn, how did I get so lucky with her, he thought to himself.

“Baby…you give the best advice, thank you. I love you for that…and for so many other things”, he looks at her and she can’t do anything but be all smiles. “I love you so much, can’t even begin to tell you how much”, she answers to him and for a while, they sit in the silence and she plays with his curls in between her fingers. 

“Now, let’s get you some food, right?”, she stands up and assists him to get up. “Oh, yes please, I am starving!”, Luke’s voice is full of excitement, to which she can’t do anything but giggle. 

“And babes?”, she took his hands in hers.

“Mmmh?”, he looks at her eyes, studying her.

“I am so proud of you”.

“Why?”, he frowns his eyebrows.

“Cause you’ve grown so much, and you are growing… it’s kinda weird to say out loud, but…I love the state of your mind, or should I say how you express your thoughts? I don���t know. Lu, you’re just something really special”.

“Oh…that’s so sweet. I can’t tell you how much that means to me”, he smiles at her and pulls a few hair strands behind her ears, then cupping her face. His lips meet hers in a delicate, sweet, even desperate kiss.

“Clearly god has its favorites”, she laughs all while staring at his baby blue orbs.

“God damn it”.

© 2022 bloodhoundluke.

[elen4sstuff]

A day in jungkook's and Rosé's dating life

Part 1

Prompt: A sexy day in Jungkook's and Rosé's dating life.

*TW* Smut, sex, pet names, tell me if I should add anything else

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

This is my first fic y'all

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Jungkook's pov:

It's been a year since me and Rosé started hanging out. We haven't talked to a lot of people about it except our members and our family. Sadly, we have been very busy the last 3 months and we haven't talked so much since then. Today we are going on a date after a long time and I am going to pick her up from her house. Omg I am so excited!!! I can't wait to see her beautiful face again. But I have to be really careful because I don't want anyone to see me hanging out with her. I would be really bad for both of us.

I just arrived at her house, I knocked at the door and after a few seconds of waiting, she opened the door. I feel like I am falling for her all over again. She is so beautiful, the way she smiles, the way she talks, the way she makes me feel when we are together... She's just perfect.

"Hi kookie" she says while smiling. "Hi sweetheart" I say back. She smiles and then she kisses me. I missed this feeling. Then I kiss her while holding her waist. After a few seconds she broke our kiss and told me to go in her house. She asked how I've been doing this whole time and I told her everything that has happened with every detail. Then she came with a plate full of cheesecake biscuits and she put one of these in my mouth. I love it when she feeds me. "Did you like it" she asks me. "It's perfect love" I say. This girl knows how to cook, everything she makes is just wonderful. She has the best cooking skills. "I am glad you liked it" she says. I take another one and eat it at once. "I made cookies for my favourite kookie" she says and then she kisses me on my forehead. Omg I love when she does it. Then I start laughing.

I am in her house for an hour and I have not asked about how she has been doing this whole time. She has looked kinda tired and anxious since I came and I am kinda worried about her. She always had trouble sleeping and she has been busy with work lately. "How are you" I ask her. " I am fine, kinda tired though but I am ok" she says and then she smiles. "Busy with work? " I ask her. " Yeah, like always, but everything is gonna be alright I guess". " I am here for you whenever you need me even though we can't hang out so often now" " I am sure about that" she says. I smile while holding her hand.

After some minutes of silence she asks " do you wanna eat something, I made noodles with chicken and eggs, do you want some;". Then I say" I don't wanna eat the f*cking noodles, I wanna eat you, love". She smiles suspiciously and then goes to the bathroom. "Wait a minute " she says. I feel a suspicious orgasm and then I see Rosie coming out of the bathroom wearing her red lingerie. Seeing her tall body and her slim legs into this cloth makes my dick feel harder. She comes closer to me and says; " what are you gonna eat first daddy?"she says. I am turned on. I push her closer to me and I say;" I think I am going to start with your neck" we start on the sofa and then I carry her to the kitchen and put her in the kitchen counter and push my dick into her she screams a little and then I start licking her neck. Her legs are shaking. I love her, I love everything about this creature. "Go faster baby" she tells me. " Are you sure about it love, once I get into you I am not gonna leave. I am gonna stay here till you scream for help. Do you really want this sweetheart?". " Of course I do love. What made you think I didn't" she says, I smile " Nothing babe, absolutely nothing, make me feel the luckiest man alive". "I promise I will " she says. She jumps on me and starts licking my abs then she puts my hard dick into her mouth. I am feeling the best orgasm I've ever felt in my entire life. I am shocked by the way she puts it into her mouth without choking. She looks shocked by its size though but I think she achieved her goal. She made me her slave, " oh my queen please make me yours". "I think I have done that a long time ago", She says . When she finishes, I feel her wet body on mine. The best combination. Nothing better than a rosie with a cookie.

A ringtone interrupts us. I recognise the ringtone. It's my phone. I answer the phone. It's taehyung. "What's up ?". " We have dance practice in 20'. Where are you?" He says. " Sh*t can't't we cancel it I am at Rosie's." ." It's okay" she says," you can go " I think about it for a while. " we will finish it next week " she says. "Promise?" I ask . " Of course" she says. "Ok then" I say .

I put on my clothes and then I kiss her before I return back to my agency. She smiles " I am really happy you came today, I missed you ." , She says while hugging the back of my neck . Then I say " I am really happy I saw you too pretty, I missed you so much Rosie ". We hugged and then I left .

I am walking to my agency feeling happy because I saw my girlfriend after such a long time. I hope I will touch this body sooner than the last time. I can't live without her. I want her next to me as soon as possible. I think I can wait until next week to see her . Omg what am I saying?! How am I supposed to stay away from my queen? I think about it for a little while and then I go back to her house...

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Part 2 coming soon

[myam3712]

« Killing me softly … with this love » (Part 1)

Lashana Lynch X female Reader

The sound of the door closing wakes you up but you don’t even bother to move knowing already who it was. You keep your eyes closed as you try to go back to sleep but you feel your head hurting so badly that you start to get nauseous. The light is suddenly turned on and you growl and curse from the pain that you felt , you then hear a deep sigh.

↳ How long are you going to do that ?

You stay silent as if you heard nothing and slowly lift your body to sit on the sofa that since a week or more have become your new bed

↳ She moved on ! why don’t you do the same ? You look pathetic right now, you stink, when was the last time you took a shower ???

Your head down, you listen to him without really listening. His voice seem far yet it accentuates your horrible headache. You feel it close, you have to puke but one movement and you might do it on the floor. The idea of doing it on your brother that still didn’t stop his rambling seems really nice, but you can’t, you live in his house and the last thing you want is to get kicked out.

↳ (…) She no longer love you

↳ Shut up

↳ I speak facts Y/N, Lashana no longer love you, she moved on, she got herself a new boo and is happy with her so …

↳ I said to shut up !

Without you realizing, your body moved on it’s own and you slapped him. When you realized it, it was toon late. He was looking at you still shocked. It took him a while but he slapped you back with such violence that it made you throw up

↳ Get out of my place

↳ Dave …

↳ GET . OUT . OF MY F*CKING PLACE !!

The only thing you get to grab is your phone and your bag still filled with the things you put in the last time you went out. How long has it been ? A week ? A year ? You had no idea. You lost all notion of time since that day.

Closing the door behind you as you get out, you feel uneasy, luckily it was late so few people were outside. The smell of fresh air makes you close your eyes for a few seconds as you feel your lungs getting filled with it. “It feels nice” you think. Maybe you should have done that earlier.

You start walking, you walk for a while without knowing where to go. Your head is strangely empty and none of the sounds around you seems to reach your ears, you zoned out it seems but you keep walking. You’ve been walking for a while now, focusing only on those flashbacks that have been rushing through your head since you started, they seem so vivid you feel like you went back, as if all that was happening right now was only a dream, a really bad one. You see her dancing her silly but so sensual dances in your living room, looking at you with this provocative look, then suddenly she surprise you with a kiss on top of your head while you are cooking the dinner, it suddenly changes again, and now she is reading a script and smile at you when she realized your where here.

↳ Careful !

You get violently brought back to reality by a hand pulling you back and suddenly realize that you were about to cross the road and get hit by a car. At this moment you wish she had never save you but you look at the girl now by your side and fake (pretty badly) a smile as the sounds refuse to come out your mouth. She roll her eyes then leave. You look at her leaving until you can’t see her no more and when you finally decide to attempt once again to cross the road your body refuse to, you stay there, frozen, your eyes directed to the other side, to the house in front of you. You smile, then laugh, you laugh so much that your sides starts to hurt but you can’t stop, people are looking at you, the few ones still outside at this hour, but you don’t seem to care, you keep laughing as if you finally went crazy and then your eyes start to get wet, tears are running through your eyes, now you are crying ??? Pathetic indeed. After a moment you seem to feel better, but are still giggling, you start walking and find yourself in front of the house, YOUR house. You never thought you were going to come back here, at least not this early but your body did it on its own. Though You can’t really blame it.

You grab the spare key that you always keep under the planter and open the door. It’s so musty that you start coughing before even entering. Everything is the same as you left it, even your paintings that you left to dry on the floor of the leaving room. Lashana Hated that, she would get mad and start complaining for hours and would only stop when you would kiss her. This thought make you smile, a bitter smile. You feel your heart hurting and put your hand on your chest as if it would stop the burning feeling; but you can only feel your heart beating faster as breathing becomes harder.

You decide to sit for a while, on the floor, you then notice the painting next to you, he’s still not finished, you didn’t get to. You slightly brush the canva as if caressing the face of the one half painted on it. "Beautiful" you tell yourself, she is an angel, and angel you could die for to enter her paradise. You loved her, no, you still do, so much that you wish you could rip your heart out of your chest to stop yourself from loving her, but you are pretty much sure that even that wouldn’t help you.

↳ Why … why did you have to do that ?? … to me …

You feel enraged, so much that you throw the painting that end up breaking. You are panting, you can’t breath, it hurts, so much. You start throwing everything around you, screaming, you look like a beast. You punch the tv, kick the table, rip the pillows, everything to stop this feeling but it’s not enough. You need her, you need her back. You miss her touch, you miss her laugh, her jokes, you miss her so much. You growl, scream, crying and destroying everything around you. Then you stop.

࿐———— Two years and a half ago ————࿐

- Let’s eat outside today

- hm

- Are you listening ? I said let’s eat outside today

- I can’t I have to finish this painting for tomorrow

- You can do that later, let’s go

She stands up and take off your brush from your hand which annoys you but you only sigh and look at her while she’s giving you a "Yeah I did it" look while smiling at you. She look so pretty that you just stand up and go kiss her. She wrap her arms around your neck as she returns your kiss, deepening it. She is taller so she have to bend down a little bit (actually a lot) to be at your level which make her giggle through the kiss.

- What ?

- You are so little

You roll your eyes and she start laughing. You play mad but you actually don’t really care, too captivated by her laughter; she is so pretty and she is yours, your wife. Fiancée to be more accurate, you asked her 2 weeks ago and she said yes.

- What ?

- You… are mine right ?

She lift an eyebrow then roll her eyes, she always does that when you ask this question and it worries you, but you trust that she loves you, otherwise she wouldn’t be there, and she wouldn’t have accepted to marry you.

- You know, you say stupid things sometimes

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It’s 12 pm when you wake up, your eyes are so swollen that you barely can open them, your phone is ringing and it’s been ringing for a while now but you don’t want to answer, you don’t want to talk to anyone.

Suddenly you hear the door opening and your heart skip a beat. There is only one person able to open the door as you had the spare key with you and this person would be none other than HER, Lashana. You can hear the foot steps getting closer but you don’t dare to turn your head , too afraid to realize that this was just all in your head , just another one of those multiple dreams that you’ve been having every night since you moved back to your house a week ago.

↳ Your brother called me

You stay silent, listening to her, your head buried in the sofa as you pretend to still be asleep, you missed her voice, you wish you could kiss her right now, a deep an passionate kiss but you do nothing and just keep listening to her.

↳ You are stronger than that … this… this is not the Y/N I married

You scoff without realizing and she sigh deeply while sitting on the floor in front of you. You can feel her gaze burning you and the awkward silence that followed started to burden you. You then finally turn your head to meet her eyes , she still look so pretty, pretty but tired.

↳ YOU left me

↳ YOU cheated on me

↳ It was a mistake

↳ No it wasn’t

↳ IT WAS !

She lift one of her bushy eyebrows and you can imagine what she was thinking. You lower your gaze out of guilt and you accidentally find yourself looking at her body. "She’s so perfect " you think.

↳ Stop staring

↳ I … wasn’t

↳ Yes of course

You feel awkward, this situation is pretty awkward actually, it’s been so long since you last saw each other and the last time wasn’t the happiest . You try to focus on her face but you always find yourself lurking at her body, you want to touch it, not that you intend to do anything but you crave her.

↳ I have a girlfriend

Something break in you as you hear her, a girlfriend ? Since when ? Why ? Does she love her ? Of course she does or else they wouldn’t have been together.

↳ She is amazing, an angel , she have everything, she’s so talented too and she makes me laugh

You whisper her to stop but she doesn’t seem to hear you and keep going; you can feel the tears filing your eyes . She seems happy talking about this girl, you can tell that she loves her and it hurts even more.

↳ (…) what I am trying to say is that I moved on and you should try to do the same . I know it’s hard but you have to

↳ You don’t … love me anymore ?

↳ I do, but it’s over between us and I have someone else, she is amazing and…

You don’t let her finish and kiss her, too surprise she doesn’t react right away but when she comes back to her sense she pushes you back and wipe her mouth

↳ What’s wrong with you ?!

↳ I love you

↳ Well you should have think about that before cheating on me

↳ I was drunk !

↳ It doesn’t change the fact that you cheated

She stands up and you do the same, trying to stop her from leaving. You panic and beg her to stay but she refuses and keep walking to the door, you grab her arm and get on your knees, your face full of tears, you couldn’t hold them anymore. You couldn’t allow yourself to let her go, not this time.

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Sorry this isn't Jimin related but what's up with the guys from Bangtan? Namjoons IG pic feels so attention seeking (he posted one with a burn mark on his pants which /some/ people say must've been left by a cigarette). He's trying so hard to be edgy.

Actually everyone's really attention seeking nowadays. Tae with his 5 minute lives (truly the master of wham bam thank you ma'am) and JK with his I have no hobbies except switching on lives are also prime examples of this.

Only Yoongi and Jimin are nowhere to be found. Good on Yoongi if he figured out that everytime he pops up, my affection keeps going 👬➖➖ like we're in the sims.

It seems like they're trying so hard to stay relevant and honestly it's not wrong as long as it's not harming anybody. They're just doing what they feel they should do to remain in fan's eyes.

But for the discussion part.....

1) Yoongi already has his show so his content is still coming for fans to see. Maybe that's why we don't see him much.

2) I for the life of me can't understand why taehyung even bothers to come on live? Like he comes live, stares at the camera, says hi and then bye. That's it. Like dude why even bother?

3) Is namjoon really trying to be edgy though? When I saw his story I honestly didn't understand what I was even seeing, I didn't even try to understand it and moved on lol.

But I know namjoon is pretentious. But he likes to create an image of himself for the viewers that he is this deep thinker, extremely smart, book and art nerd. I think that's the image he tries to create of himself. I don't know if he tries to be edgy. Honestly I don't care about him enough to notice it lol.

4) And jungkook? Omg don't even get me started on him. Like can someone stop this man from coming live? Does he not have any personal life? How much free time does he have? He said his hobby these days is to come live. Wow 👏👏

Anyways I'm just salty because everytime I come online with a deep deep hope that maybe jimin came live, but instead I had to see jungkook's face.

Like I don't want to see jungkook's 1072345391 lives. What new does he have to say to armies every two days?

Just f*cking give me a jimin live?