#sweet baby Jesus please stay away from Tumblr

[catz4ever]

Sam is lurking again on Instagram and I'm dying 🤣 He is 100% scrolling through the Adar tag. He is watching us Baddy Daddy Brigade! 🤣

[planetdemon]

I just wanted to be a swan

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, but mostly angst

warnings: low self-esteem, body hate/dislike, eating disorders, swearing, food, insecurities, arguing DONT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH IT!

wc: 2.003

note: so this scenario has been going through my head for quite a while now, and I tried writing it by myself lol. Hope it's good ;) I've also sent a request to @channienet about the same topic, so make sure to check her interpretation out as well! enjoy!

summary: Due to Chan's heavy working schedule, spending time alone was a thing you couldn't quite befriend with, especially after you've noticed some changes you have gone through. There is a to change it, but it isn't quite... let's say healthy. How will Chan react, after he finds out? Will he even care? (dude I'm shit at writing summary lol)

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Taking a bath was normally something that should be considered relaxing or calming. You've always enjoyed letting the hot water surround your body whilst taking all the dirt and negativity off that you have collected during stressful days at work.

But lately, taking a bath wasn't as enjoyable anymore as it once was. Chris has been working a lot lately, due to the kingdom stage and their nearing comeback. He has been spending more and more time at the company, working on producing new tracks for him and the kids, often staying at the dorms because they were closer to the studio than the apartment you shared. So you were left alone, by yourself.

Even though you wished he would be by your side while you were falling asleep, you couldn't be mad at him. You knew what his work meant to that boy and you would never tell him to stop doing what he loves just so you could spend some time together.

But being alone also meant that you had to kill the boredom somehow and, thanks to Felix's Brownie and Cookie recipes, you had the perfect thing to do in the meantime. Baking and eating delicious desserts.

You were just stepping out of the bathtub, grabbing the towel you had prepared, and drying yourself with it. Once your body was half-dried, you turned around to hang the towel back at the hanger, so it could dry properly.

And at that moment, you knew, you've fucked up. You couldn't avoid looking at your wet, naked body in the hot, steamy mirror near the hangers.

You always hated looking at it, but thanks to the sweets you had been eating lately, looking at yourself only made you feel sicker than it ever did.

You couldn't tear your gaze off the excess of flesh around your tummy and thighs and the stretch marks, that decored your boobs only seemed to scream "Look at me!". You slowly turned around and saw the tiger stripes creeping up your bum and the undersides of your arms.

'Fucking disgusting', that little voice in your head sneered.

'How could I let this come this far?', you thought. At this point, you were somehow happy Chris wasn't here, knowing he would be disgusted with how you've changed.

You've always felt a bit insecure by his side, knowing you could catch up with neither his attractiveness nor his muscular godlike body. But seeing yourself like this destroyed every little self-esteem you had left in your cells.

-

It has been nearly two months since 'the incident' in the bathroom and you couldn't shake that feeling of disgusts off. Not even for one second.

You only wanted to try a one-week detox diet that was blowing up all over social media, hoping you could lose a little bit of weight, so you would be back to normal. But seeing the numbers on the scale dropping so unbelievably quickly only made you realize that you could look even better than you thought you could.

You kept on following the diet and restricting everything that wasn't included, not noticing that restricting also damaged your mind.

One time, Han and Felix asked you if you wanted to have lunch with them and the others, but fear crept up you back as soon as you thought about the food they would have ordered, knowing that you would only gain weight again if you didn't follow the rules.

So you stayed home, keeping yourself isolated from your friends and most importantly, Chan.

You were lying on my bed, scrolling through Tumblr when Chris' Caller ID showed up and your phone started to ring. You sighed lowly, not wanting to talk to him.

Over the past few months, you stopped showing up at the studio, being afraid the boys would notice the changes your body went through, thanks to the diet. You were happy about it, knowing that you were losing weight, but you haven't reached my goal. You were afraid, they would judge you the way you did when you looked at yourself.

"Chris?"

"y/n? Han just told me that you weren't coming over. Are you okay? Y-" Chris's muffled voice appeared and you felt instant regret deep in your guts, knowing how much fun you guys had when you spent time together back in the days.

"Yeah, I'm okay Channie, don't worry. I just feel a little sleepy. I'll come next time. Promise" You tried your best to sound optimistic or at least not too sad, hoping Chris would believe your lie. "Okay," he mumbled, "I love you, baby girl".

-

You knew you were in big troubled the second Chris opened the fridge, seeing no food in there.

He randomly decided to stay over the weekend, saying that he missed you. You weren't ready for this, knowing that you couldn't hide the signs of the 'passion' you had developed in time.

"Why is there no food?" You fumbled with the arms of Chris sweater you were wearing while looking at the ground. "I've forgotten to go grocery shopping" You answered.

"But there is nothing in there, y/n. Nothing" He walked over and took hold of your cold hands while looking you straight in the eyes.

"Why is there no food?" Chris asked again.

"I just told you I forgot to go grocery shopping, Chan. Relax" You snapped back, getting anxious about the fact that he could notice something.

You were nearing your goal, even though you knew that you could never be satisfied with how you looked. He couldn't just come over and ruin all the progress you've made after being not here for so long. He doesn't have the right to do this.

"Don't fuck around, y/n. You always have at least some butter in your house. Where is the butter? Where is Ramen? You must have some food here!"

Your body started to shake as you heard his voice rise, keeping your gaze low, not daring to look him in the eyes right now. He was right.

You always had something at home, so you could quickly cook something when you were hungry. But you didn't saw a point in keeping food at home if you wouldn't eat it anyway. It would just rot.

"Y/n look at me" he whispered, after realizing that you were trembling. Chris gently grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. You were expecting to see anger, but the only thing you saw in his brown orbs was sadness.

You started to tear up after you noticed it, knowing that he put one and one together. You missing out on lunch with the boys, you not showing up at the studio to bring him food and spend with him there, listening to his tracks, you not having any food at home. It was obvious, but you still hoped he wouldn't notice.

Chris slowly took you in his arms, noticing how your figure felt smaller and bonier than before. It made him sick, knowing what you did to yourself. 'Why would my girl do something like this?' he thought 'how could my little princess torture herself this much?' But he couldn't find a 'because'.

In his eyes, you were the best thing that happened to him. You were the prettiest girl on earth. Warm tears were running down his pale cheeks, dropping to the floor.

He couldn't stop blaming himself for what you did. Maybe if he would have been there, he could have stopped you. Maybe if-

"Channie?" You quietly asked, looking up at his tear-stained cheeks. "Channie why are you crying? We can go to the store and grab something if you want. You don't-"

"Why have you been doing this to yourself, y/n?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why haven't you been eating"

Well, shit.

"What are you talking about, Channie?"

"Don't fucking lie to me, it's too obvious for you to do so. Why haven't you been eating?"

"I... I, I'm pressured Chan" You answered, knowing that he wouldn't believe you if you would tell him otherwise. Telling him the truth was the only option at this point, even though you didn't want to.

"Pressured?"

"Yes"

"Princess, I don't understand what you mean by that"

You shook your head and let go of him, before walking over to the couch and sitting down with a low sigh. "Maybe you shouldn't understand," I said.

"Jesus, y/n" I heard him mutter under his breath. He walked over and sat on the floor, in front of you, looking at you with a scared expression.

"Please tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours. I can see that you have lost weight, but I don't understand why. I mean, you are the prettiest human I have ever seen in my whole life, why would you do something like that?"

"Why do you even care? It's not like you here anyway" you simply said, grabbing your phone, trying to ignore him.

After he noticed your intentions, he quickly took your phone out of your hands, placing it on the coffee table behind him.

"Hey! Give me my phone back, you dump a-"

"Fucking stop it, y/n. Stop ignoring me. I care for you because I love you! You are my everything and I know I haven't been home lately, but at least I tried making time for you and inviting you to the studio", he said, "but you never came! Don't act like it's only my fault we haven't seen each other."

You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head. He was right, it was also your fault. And you hated the fact that he was right. "I-"

"Please y/n, please stop turning away from me and closing up. I-I know it's not easy to open up, but I'm here for you. I'll always be."

"Well, I... I couldn't, no, I can't feel happy when I look like this, Channie. I mean, look at you, look at your perfect body and your perfect personality and your perfect everything! I don't fit in. I don't fit in, because I am the ugly duck surrounded by beautiful swans. I just... wanted to be a beautiful swan, Channie."

That's it. You've made it. You've told him what was going through your mind all the time.

He slowly pulled you off the couch, into his lap. He could feel your seat humps against his thighs, how bony and strong they were. Chris shook his head in disbelieve, another wave of sadness crushing over him.

"You are perfect, baby girl. You are perfect in every single way. You always were the most beautiful swan I have ever seen in my entire life. I love everything about you, y/n. I love how your thighs wiggle whenever you run towards me when we meet, I love how curves look in that dress I brought you a year ago, I love how your stretch marks are decorating your body like silverish paint. I don't want you to change for me, because you are perfect the way you are. Jesus, even Hyunjin said you are even prettier than himself, and that means a lot. Please don't hurt yourself like this, princess. You are destroying yourself"

He took hold of your hands and kissed your palm.

"I promise I'll stop working so much, so I can spend more time with my beautiful girlfriend, but please... stop hurting yourself" he whispered, searching for any signs of discomfort in your eyes. But you just set in his lap and listened to him.

"Hyunjin thinks I'm prettier than him?" you asked awkwardly.

Chris chuckled and nodded "Is this the only thing that got stuck in your pretty little head?" He asked.

You smiled a bit, leaning your forehead against his while closing your eyes. "I'll try to get better, Chris" you whispered.

It wouldn't be an easy journey going back to 'normal. Once the hole is there, digging is difficult. But it is possible, especially if someones helping you.

[ri-ahhh]

Can we have some sexy time with gray that stars out rough but ends up soft and cute🥺

I’m gonna make it a continuation of this concept bc low key it’s one of my faves and yk.. why not.

Also I was gonna try to finish this on my laptop so I could put the keep reading break so I don’t clog ppls dashes but tumblr never fucking works on there and I couldn’t do it :/ sorry

A/N: hi hello just finished writing this and it turned out to be garbage but I wanted to post something for the ppl asking. If you are one of those ppl I’m sorry for this haha truly it was just the best I could do for now.

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For the first half of the ride home, Grayson’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. You can feel the tension still brewing in him in the way his calloused fingers grip the soft, bare skin; in the heavy sighs he releases every few minutes and the sudden revs of the engine as he speeds down the highway.

His lingering frustrations at the situation that happened in the mall make you smile softly, and you interlace your fingers with the ones stroking your thigh. Eyes big and sympathetic, you bring the back of his hand to your lips. “Baby, relax,” your murmur against his skin quietly. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”

Grayson shakes his head and glances at you as he pulls your joined hands into his lap. “I fuckin hate guys like that. Can’t believe he put his hands on you.”

“He touched you?” Ethan piped up from the backseat, voice incredulous. “Oh, fuck that. If that has been K...”

The short remainder of the car ride was filled with the twins loud, enthusiastic rants about douchebag chauvinistic men who have no respect for women. It warms your heart, makes your chest fill with pride at the thought of how good your man really is. You squeeze his hand and stroke his arm gently, dragging your nails up and down the veins popping out from the stress and anger he’s both somehow releasing, but also still carrying.

The three of you make it home, and Ethan is immediately hopping out of the car with his shopping bags, eager to see his girlfriend and show her what he had bought her while she had been out with friends. Grayson’s jaw is clenched as the two of you follow his brother inside, and you make your way immediately to his room; you think you know exactly what he needs to get rid of that last bit of well-intended machismo energy he’s got in him.

Sure enough, Grayson shuts the door behind him with a little more force than he really intended, tosses all the shopping bags he had carried in for you to the ground, and wraps those strong arms around your waist in all of two seconds of the door being locked. You giggle and let him hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands gently to bring your lips together.

He walks the two of you to his bed and lays you down as gently as he can while you’re still clinging to him, mouths never separating as he captures your lips over and over again in hot, relentless kisses. When your back hits the mattress, you moan softly and hitch your leg higher up his side, his hand sliding to your ass and grabbing a handful of it through your shorts.

“I need you,” he says gruffly between kisses, panting heavily. He squeezes your cheek again, and uses his grip to haul your hips closer to his while simultaneously lowering some of his weight onto you. You can feel the hard ridge of him against your center, and it makes you gasp. “Can I, please?”

“Yeah, baby,” you agree easily, almost as desperate for Grayson now as he is for you. He’s sexy and kind and good and you love him, and you imagine the scenario of some girl running her hands on those thick arms you love so much, or the swell of his abs over his shirt, and you realize the healthy possessiveness very much runs both ways. Your blood runs hot, and you slip your hands under his shirt to feel the rippling planes of his back. “Want you so bad.”

He growls, deep and primal, and you bite your lip as he sits up and whips his shirt over his head by the collar. It gets tossed blindly to the corner of his room, and you’re instantly reaching out to run your hands over all those muscles covered by soft, tan skin.

Grayson sighs and lets you indulge for a few moments, his lips quirking up at the corners for a quick second and ruining that sexy scowl as he watches you admire him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. His big, warm hands cup your hips, and he shuffles down some as he slides your oversized shirt up so your stomach becomes exposed for him — supple skin that’s just begging to be kissed.

So he does. His lips are soft and a little wet from the kisses you had shared just a minute ago, but they’re hot and insistent as he makes his way up your torso. Goosebumps flare in their wake, and you shudder beneath his smirk. Grayson pushes your shirt up further, just beneath your bra now, fingers shifting grips from the dips of your waist to the ridges of your rib cage now.

You don’t need words to know what he wants, so you lift your arms overhead the second he bunches the shirt up past your tits. His tongue drags over your sternum once it’s thrown across the room, then he’s swiping it over the buds of your nipples peaking through the sheer mesh of your bra.

Your back arches up into him with a gasp, fingers delving into his thick hair as he grunts and tugs the cups of your bra aside to free your tits for him. Your nipples tighten even more, damp from his tongue and now completely exposed to the cool air of his room — not to mention, the way he’s looking at you right now has every nerve ending in your body excited.

His pretty hazel irises, usually so soft and comforting, are consumed now by the dark of his pupils, despite the warm sunlight shining through the window. Those smoldering eyes stay locked on yours as he ducks his head to suck your left nipple into his hot, wet mouth, his hand kneading your other breast roughly.

“Love your tits,” he huffs against you after a minute of making you writhe beneath him. His tongue trails to the center of your chest, and he nuzzles your cleavage, breathing in the sweet smell of your skin. His stubble scratches against the plush, delicate flesh there, but it’s a mere second before he’s switching breasts to give each the opposite treatment.

You lose his eyes when he shuts them to really absorbe the touch and taste of you, but you don’t mind when he smells so good and feels so familiar and uses those lips and tongue and fingers so fucking good. You whimper and clutch him even closer to you than he already is, perfectly content to have him suck at your tits for as long as he pleases. The feel of him big and heavy and warm on top of you is as relaxing as it is arousing, being so consumed by the sensations of him up top while his erection fits snugly against your pussy.

“Grayson,” you whisper desperately. He looks up at you, and you’re taken by the softness behind the desire in his gaze. He follows the tug on his hair you give to drag him up for a kiss, and you both sigh happily into one another’s mouths when they reconnect. It goes without saying that you could kiss this man forever.

You tighten your legs around his waist and and urge him to rock his hips into yours. Grayson obliges readily, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as he starts grinding into you. His hand returns to your ass, holding you against him for the perfect leverage while he sucks on your tongue and tries to find the right angle to put just the right pressure on your clit.

It’s like any moment of softness and slowness gives him time to remember what got the two of you here this afternoon in the first place, and the ravenous energy from before picks right back up. You’re definitely not complaining by the ebb and flow of everything; it only heightens your own desperation for him, to know he cares so much and wants you to the point of making you cum just from some heavy dry humping.

As if he can read your mind (or maybe you his), Grayson pulls away from the kiss and drags his free hand up your thigh, squeezes your waist, and punches your nipple on his way to grip your cheeks gently but firmly in those strong, calloused fingers. He makes sure you’re looking him dead in the eye again when he tells you in a deep, rumbly voice, “Wanna make you cum in these fucking shorts. Can you cum for me, baby?”

You nod as best you can in his grasp, shifting your head enough to slip his pointer finger into your mouth. You watch him watch you suck it, his hips pressing harder into yours as the pleasure and overall arousal turns up for both of you. His cheeks are flushed and his chain dangles between you, glinting in the sun and reflecting bright spots on the tan skin of his pecs.

A moan escapes you, vibrating around his finger before you add the middle one for a few moments, too. You let him push them down your tongue until the tips touch the back of your throat, and you pull them out with a slight gag and a seductive smile.

“Make me cum,” you murmur hotly, guiding his hand between your bodies and slipping it past your waistband — leaving the shorts with that little logo on the leg on, just as he requested. “I’m so close already, Gray. Please.”

Grayson moans himself and shifts his weight so you’re flat on your back and he’s hovering over you with a hand planted next to your pillow. He touches your pussy for the first time this whole afternoon just as you arch your back to reach beneath you and unhook your bra.

You fling the useless garment across the room and grab immediately onto his forearm by your head, the other clutching the sheets in attempts to ground yourself from the sudden surge in pleasure emanating from your clit. Grayson circles it a couple of times before sliding one, then two, fingers to the hilt.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he groans. You can only nod and moan, then cry out his name when he curls his fingers just right and finds your spot, like he knew right where to look and wanted to waste no time getting to it. He latches onto your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point while he builds that wave inside you. His fingers don’t pump in and out, but stay hooked on that spot that’s making you moan and whine, using his wrist to vary the pressure on it until you’re absolutely losing it, exploding on his hand with broken whimpers of his name.

You’re still high in the sky when he sucks his fingers in his mouth with an appreciative moan and tugs off your shorts finally, then his own, before crawling back on top of you. Naked together and still riding the lingering aftermath of that orgasm, you hum contentedly and accept the hot, desperate kiss he pulls you into.

“Wanna fuck you. Need to fuck you,” he mumbles against your lips, already reaching between you to rub the tip of his dick up and down your soaking wet folds. Even though you’re still sensitive and satisfied, almost nothing can bring you back to a stare of pure arousal like when he teases your hole like that — so close but not enough. It awakens this primal, incessant feeling of absolutely needing to be filled up, and you can’t wait anymore.

You thread your fingers through the back of his hair and arch your hips to encourage him to slip inside, which he finally does with a guttural groan.

“Fuckin give it to me, Gray,” you say once he has a steady rhythm built up. It’s not enough for either of you today, though, and you both know it. You need closer, hotter, harder, more.

Grayson looks wild, his hair sticking up in all directions from your wandering hands, eyes dark but bright, a thin sheen of sweat illuminating ever ridge and valley of muscles on his torso. He doesn’t give you much more time to look, however, as he hooks your knees over his elbows and leans down over your body.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he tucks his face against your own as he starts pounding, his balls slapping against you ass with every hard thrust. The angle is catching you just right and the sharp, pleasurable pain of his teeth sinking into your collarbone only brings everything to a new level. His quiet but audible grunts and moans float right to your ear, the best sounds in the world as he delivers exactly what you asked for.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine, digging your nails into the sinews of his back. Grayson keeps driving into you with renewed purpose, absolutely set on getting you there again with nothing more than his cock.

“Yes, baby, please,” he begs, groaning loudly when he feels you start to clamp down on him. “That’s it... all over my dick... pussy feels so goddamn good.”

You should be sleepy and beyond satisfied at this point, but his heated words make you want to absolutely ravage him. With that, there’s the glow only a couple of amazing orgasms from the man you love can make you feel that fills your chest. So when you’re able to voluntarily move your limbs again, you push back on his chest so he has to stop sucking sweet little kisses into the collumn of your neck. He looks at you a little confused, but you just smile gently and keep putting pressure against him until he ends up on his back.

You settle between his tattooed legs and admire the way his dick lies flat against that solid tummy of his, glistening with your juices. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you take him in your hand to guide his throbbing length between your kiss-swollen lips.

You suck your cum off his skin, humming in satisfaction while you watch him lay back with one hand behind his head and the other petting your hair gently.

“Love your dick,” you say before sucking the leaking tip into your mouth. “Only want yours, baby. Just made me cum so hard...” you trail off with a wanton moan, then get to work sucking him off for real. His eyes fall shut and his fingers work deeper into the loose strands of your hair for a firmer grip. You roll his balls in your palm, pulling out all the tricks you know he loves to get him there as well as he did for you. “Mine.”

He guides you deeper with the hand on your head, never pushing more than he know you’re willing to take; he loves the tangible feeling of that sweet mouth sucking him off, taking him as far down your throat as you can. You make it sloppy for him, letting all the drool and saliva coat his shaft until it’s dripping down his balls. You lift off him with a gasp and massage the slick into his skin before ducking down and sucking them one at a time into your mouth for a tongue bath while you jerk his dick off above you.

You can hear the hitch in his breath, see the short heaves of his chest when you follow the pressure he pulls on your hair in silent request to get you to suck him again. All signs point to him being about to bust, but you want more than his cum in your mouth.

You hurry to mount him, smiling when you catch his look of surprise. He moans as you sink down on him, and you pick up his hands to interlace your fingers for intimacy and leverage.

“Cum inside me,” you tell him, bouncing on him so your tits jiggle for him.

Grayson watches as long as he can, holding out until his eyes roll back and his fingers dig into the backs of your hands as he fills you up with deep, drawn-out moans. You grin in satisfaction, happily obliging him when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down so your chests are flush together.

You hum as he comes down and pepper kisses across his jaw, his nose, his closed eyes. Any bit of that handsome face you love so much that you can reach with your lips gets a sweet peck. Grayson sighs and lets you keep going until he’s gripping your hips and lifting you off his softening cock.

“Sorry if I got too caveman,” he mumbles tiredly after a few moments. “I just love you.”

You shake your head and bury your grin into his neck. “No need to apologize. Actually, I can’t wait to go back to that store with you. I still want those leggings.”

“Fuck off.”

[cherriesradio]

I would have given you the world, did that mean nothing to you?

Oikawa x Reader — Angst

Warnings: angst, cheating, very poorly edited lol, tumblr glitches >:[

Word Count: 1,477? Idk words a lair

“I just have practice. I’ll only be another minute.”

That was the first excuse. Which; you only realized by the end of the story. He repeated that statement every time you texted him, which was five times by now. You couldn’t question him, he always worked longer at practice. That’s something you loved about him, just how determined he is to get it right. To do his best. Apparently, that’s not how he looked at you.

“Just… get home soon. You know how worried I get. I care about you, and I want you to care about my feelings, too.” You said. It felt as if those words described everything you’ve been feeling the last few days.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be home as soon as I can. And of course I care about your feelings, why would I not?” Oikawa chuckled softly. You didn’t feel as comforted as you were meant to be.

And you had been to Iwaizumi’s house before. Sure it’s closer to the school then Oikawa’s, but it’s far compared to how close your house is. Could he not just stay at yours?

And you had been to Iwaizumi’s house before. Sure it’s closer to the school then Oikawa’s, but it’s far compared to how close your house is. Could he not just stay at yours?

And you had been to Iwaizumi’s house before. Sure it’s closer to the school then Oikawa’s, but it’s far compared to how close your house is. Could he not just stay at yours?

And you had been to Iwaizumi’s house before. Sure it’s closer to the school then Oikawa’s, but it’s far compared to how close your house is. Could he not just stay at yours?

And it’s been only a few day since the first excuse.

And this time was much worse. You had only seen him at school the last few days, and you craved his touch. It felt like he must be a million miles away, and that he could emerge reach you.

You wanted him. Hell, at this point you could settle for just a call. Or a text. That’s all he’s given you in the last few days, anyway.

“I’m here!!”

Those words quickly rung through your ear, immediately sprinting to your front door. Oikawa, your darling Oikawa, was finally coming to visit you after a week.

“Toru!!” You cheered, throwing yourself into his arms. Sure they were open to you like normal, but it hasn’t been normal lately. But that’s fine. He’s tired, he can’t help it.

“Hey Cutie! How are you?” He said with that classic smirk, not quiet yours though. Your smirk was warm and made you feel fluffy, and cared for. This… this wasn’t your smirk.

But that’s besides the point. He’s still your Oikawa, isn’t he? He’s yours. Well, romantically anyway. Your not possessive.

The rest of the day was filled with not-quite-warm-enough cuddles, not-quite-sweet-enough kisses, and perfect little romcom worlds that the both of you adored.

By the end of the day, you had your head in his lap and were asleep.

You were disappointed when you woke to a dark room and feet shuffling out the door at 2 am.

TEN MISSED CALLS

Those three words ran through your head like they were in a marathon, and they were sure determined to win.

It’s been two weeks. If you did the math, that’s  precisely 1.4 calls per day. Why didn’t he answer? Yes it’s the first week of summer, sure he was busy that last week of school. But isn’t graduation meant to be… romantic? No, not romantic per say, but it’s where the couples hop in the others arms and spin them around and kiss their lips likes it’s their last chance.

Maybe you should text him. Yeah, why didn’t you do that in the first place?

“Hey babe. What’s goin on? We haven’t talked in a while :(“

No, no. That makes you look desperate. Maybe that’s what you want though? No, you shouldn’t guilt trip him into hanging out with you.

“Hey babes!! Wanna hang out at the Park later? I’ll bring food ;]”

Too arrogant.

“Hey baby, wanna hang out later? I miss ya lol”

Perfect. Not to desperate, not to arrogant. Perfection. And sent.

Delivered.

Read.

“Ehhh I’m so sorry cutie, I promised the team I’d help them practice at the park today :(“

Course. He was working with them team.

It made sense, really. At least it should’ve. But it didn’t, not to you.

You sigh, you breath heavy and hot on your hand holding your phone. You brought it slightly closer to your face, proceeding to look at cute couples photos and yearning for the rest of the day.

“I’m forever yours.”

You heard those words on the regular. Heard. Why does he no long tell you he wants you to tell him every single thought that ever comes to your head? Why doesn’t he ask what’s on your mind and gets invested even if it’s the weather? Why doesn’t he profess his love to you in front of his team, showing off just how much he adores you?

Is he not happy with you?

“Their my other half.”

You never liked it when he called you that. He was his own person, and so were you. Did he want to be able to tell someone that? Did he want someone who would need him to survive?

“Your a cutie.”

You turned your head over to where you heard the familiar words. So warm, and inviting… so Oikawa. No, no, it’s probably just another cute couple. A couple with a brown haired and eyed man, who had the slyest smirk in the world.

“Y/n? Y/n, what are you staring at?” Yachi, your best friend (whom for some reason you didn’t tell any of this to) said, tapping your shoulder.

“Yachi. Can-can you see that?” You said, pointing towards your boyfriend. Your beloved Oikawa, sitting in a booth with a girl who you didn’t know existed till now, sipping from a milkshake that has two straws.

Silence. Yachi, your beloved and trusted, chatterbox of a girl, was silent.

“Y/n… are you alright?” She said. She put both her hands on your shoulders, pulled herself close to you. You didn’t even realize you were tearing up.

You always thought that people are like… cups. Through out any amount of time you can fill them, little by little. The more full they get… they more complicated feelings packed on top on each other… the cup slowely but surely fills up, all the way up to the top. When it’s filled over the top… the water spills out.

Tears spilled out of your eyes, shimmering and shinning in the fluorescent light of the shopping center.

“Yachi what do I do?” You whimpered. She already had her hand on the back of your head twisted with your hair, lightly pushing your head into her shoulder.

“Let’s go, just give me a second first.”

“Cutie, what are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” You said, your fists clenching, tears piling up in your “rim.”

“No, Cutie I have no clue.” He said. He stepped closer to you, gently setting his hand on your cheek. His hands are so warm and tough with calluses. So familiar.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to not let yourself whimper. “You were with a girl.”

Oikawa chuckled gently, as if all this was some joke you would pull for tik tok. “Possessive now, aren’t we Cutie?”

“No! Stop playing pretty boy for once in your life and take me seriously!” You almost yelled, pushing him away from you. He caught himself on your parents couch, you quietly thanked the lord that they weren’t home till very late.

“Cutie please just-“

“No!! Call me by my name, quit it with calling me your cutie! Hell, I’m detonating if I’m even yours anymore!”

That’s when your sure he finally realized. Realized you knew.

“Do you have any proof? Or are you just being paranoid?” He said, a fake sympathetic look on his face.

“Well.”

You picked up and logged into your phone, went into your messages with Yachi, and showed him Oikawa the photo she took one day ago now.

Oikawa, with his beautiful brown eyes and wavy hair, his pretty boy persona. With a girl, with long brown to blond ombré hair in a messy bun, with red cheeks. Red cheeks with a warm,  calluses-covered hands gently placed on them, soft lips resting on hers.

You remembered just barely hearing the words said after that picture was taken, through Yachi’s barely-long-enough-to-reach-your-ear-hair.

“I burn you?”

“You melt me.”

RDISHSUAUAG JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS A LOT BESTIES

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[kitkatwinchester]

So...considering we’re on the home stretch of the greatest show of all time--a show that has been a huge part of my life for the last eight years--I figured now was probably a good time to start doing reactions and reviews. I’ve seen a lot of Tumblrs do this, and I want to join in on that.

So basically, I’m gonna start by just doing a bullet point list of reactions as I go. Fair warning, I get very excited and very into this show, so the list’ll probably be pretty long. But hopefully you enjoy it! And, even if you don’t, this gives me something to look back on years down the line. XD

Also, my mom is watching it with me, so I might include some of her reactions/our discussion in my list too!

And, because I can, at the end of all of it, I’ll give a much more concise review/reaction based on how I feel after the whole episode’s over. Because why not. XD

Enjoy my watching! XD <3

Oh we’re starting!

...did I miss the “then” title card?

Oh wait there it is.

Dude we’re going FAR back on this “then”. I wonder what that means?

My poor baby crying again. :(

DEAN’S APRON OH MY GOD I’M DEAD! XD XD <3 <3

“It was. In the 50s.” Point taken.

My poor baby. :( :( :( :(

Oh so killing Amara is officially a plan? Okay then.

“I’ve killed Hitler.” I can’t believe he’s still talking about that! XD

Actually I can believe he’s still talking about it, I take that back.

DEAN WITH THE MARIO BROTHERS OMG!!

Okay, I know this episode has something to do with them celebrating holidays because of a fairy or nymph or something like that, and this is already feeling like a light-hearted, fun, domestic Winchesters episode. I hope it stays that way. <3

Have you tried turning it back off and turning it on again? Hit reset.

HE READ MY MIND!

MEAT MAN!! XD XD

Ummm...okay then.

Also SCOOBY-DOO UNDIES!!! DEAN YOU DORK!! XD XD <3

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Jack is my favorite and Dean is my second-favorite.

“Language!” “That’s it I’m getting my gun.” XD XD

I can already tell that so many of my reactions are probably just gonna be me quoting and then laughing. XD

They don’t seem very concerned? Shouldn’t random people not be able to get in?

This lady is such a mom omg.

Mrs. Butters? XD

Wood nymph. Got it.

“Shouldn’t you be in the woods somewhere? Nymphing?” XD XD (P.S. That was my mom’s favorite line in this episode. XD)

You what now?

Necessities of life?

Hmmm….I like her, but she weirds me out. Something is off.

Dean’s “oof that’s awkward” face. XD

“2020.” Hearing that year said out loud just feels...oof. Just oof.

Poor nymph…

Wait, haven’t we seen those symbols before? Maybe I’m making that up.

HA! “It’s kind of been one apocalypse after the other.” He’s not kidding.

OOOOH!! HERE COME THE HOLIDAYS!!!

WAIT WHAT IS THAT TELESCOPE THING?

WAIT WAIT WAIT WHAT??!! A MONSTER radar??!! Dude WHAT?! Man, they’ve needed something like that for YEARS!

Wait wait wait...relatively nearby….it’s not gonna ping because of Jack is it?? SHE’S NOT GONNA HURT JACK IS SHE??!!

Oh okay nevermind. Just a vamp nest.

Say what now?

We can...that just...umm...okay then??

“Heck...heck yeah.” XD XD XD

Yeah I’m with Sam on this one. She seems innocent, but, like…

Dean does have a point though.

But also things like this never last. It’s too good to be true.

MY BABY!!!

“She’s probably harmless, but just in case, watch yourself”?? Dean that was a terrible way to do that but okay.

Snickerdoodles. XD

My poor baby looks so lost. :(

I mean...Dean makes a good point there. But also the son of Satan is adorable and she’s suspicious. But anyways.

“Ignoring your trauma doesn’t make you healthy.” SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT OMG!!! XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3

...Jack is hiding something? IS JACK HIDING SOMETHING?!

...do we know what Jack is hiding??

The only thing I can think of is that he knows about Cas’s deal with the empty, but he had a soul when that happened, and it wasn’t really eating at him then. Is it eating at him more now for some reason??

IS JACK HIDING SOMETHING??!!

Jesus christ this is gonna bother me…

Okay but when has that ever actually worked, Dean?

Awww….

I’m guessing they didn’t tell her he’s a nephilim? If they don’t really trust her--which they don’t--they shouldn’t. Is there a chance she knows already? I feel like she wouldn’t be acting like that if she did.

Vamps watching a movie with vamps. Classy. XD

...ew…

At least they’re drinking from bags instead of from humans I guess?

Nice slicing at the same time, boys.

Huh. Well. That was easy. Too easy?

CHRISTMAS! XD <3

THE TRAIN OMG!! XD XD <3 <3

Their faces. XD

HER DANCE!

Okay she’s kind of adorable not gonna lie.

“We are so keeping her.” XD XD

DEAN’S LITTLE EXCITED HANDS ON THE RAILING OMG I’M DEAD!! XD XD <3 <3 <3

If I can’t get adorable Jack right now, I’m okay with adorable Dean. XD <3 <3

Sam is still suspicious, but Dean is totally into it.

“Enjoy the world you’re fighting for.” That was really quick and so subtle, but d*mn that’s a good line.

MY BABY!!!!

HIIIII JACK!!! I MIIIIISSSSSED YOOOOOUUU!!! <3 <3 <3

Uh-oh. I don’t like the way she said “what are you”. DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY BABY!!!

“He’s a millennial.” XD XD

DEAN IN THAT NIGHTGOWN OMG!!! I know it was in the promo photos, but seeing it in the context of the episode is even funnier. XD

Sam’s gagging at his bro’s “down there” bits lol.

Oof. She is VERY absentminded by Jack and whatever he is. No likey.

...hmm. I still don’t trust her with Jack.

“Poppycock”???

HA!! “I’m worried about your cholesterol.”

And Sam and Jack’s little smiles at that omg. <3 <3 <3

“We got one!” IS THAT A HILLYWOOD PARODY REFERENCE/GHOSTBUSTER REFERENCE??!! Because IT FEELS LIKE ONE!!!

The way they’re running to their rooms to get ready omg.

And that cut to them being dressed and going.

LUNCHES!! XD

Their faces! XD

The cinematography in this episode is AWESOME. Go Serge Ladouceur (and yes, I looked that name up. XD)

No crusts. Blessed knives. “I just waxed it.” She IS a mom!

Wait no. Take Jack with you. I don’t trust her with him.

“What shall we do with you.” LEAVE HIM ALONE IS WHAT!

Oh. They’re doing dishes.

WAIT DON’T TELL HER THAT JACK!

...I don’t like the way she’s talking to him.

Oof. Mary. *gags*

Jack you’re adorable and I love you but please stop being so gullible and stop sharing so much personal information.

WAIT NO! I know you feel guilty, but DON’T TELL HER YOU KILLED HER!

...dangat.

...oh. That was actually super sweet, and honestly the EXACT thing Jack needed to hear. ...maybe she’s not so bad?

...wait what? She just...pulls those out of thin air?

Ha! Another hunt

THEIR FACES WITH THE LUNCHES! ESPECIALLY DEAN’S!! XD

Aww! Thanksgiving! <3

Where is Cas during all this? Talking to his angel friends I guess?

That finger gun at Sam omg.

It’s so EASY for them wow.

Halloween! Fitting given our current season.

Their little smiles awww!!

THE BEERS TOGETHER HOLY FRICK!!! IT’S JUST LIKE WHAT TEAM FREE WILL 2.0 DID WHEN JACK CAME BACK! AND what the boys and Mary and John did in Lebanon! NEVER GETS OLD!! I LOVE THIS FAMILY!! <3 <3

...I still don’t necessarily trust Mrs. Butters. BUT I LOVE SAM AND DEAN AND JACK!

Those faces for the lunches just get better and better.

GRENADE LAUNCHER!!

MJOLNIR OMG NO WAY!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE HE STILL HAS IT!!! THIS EPISODE HAS SO MANY EASTER EGGS OMG!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Also that is an AWESOME shot.

BIRTHDAY!! Awww… <3 <3

OOF. Poor Dean. XD

Jack’s laugh and then immediately being like “oop” and bringing his head down but still chuckling when Dean glares at him I CAN’T. XD XD

I LOVE THIS FAMILY!! <3 <3 <3

AWW!! She made extra for him!

Okay, I like her. But I’m still cautious.

Oh. THERE it is.

What’s she doing??

Jack’s got you lady.

My mom is wondering why she has to walk away to make another smoothie when before she was just producing them. I’m wondering if maybe she has to near the ingredients to whip it into a smoothie magically, but that seems weird...continuity error?

Get her, Jack. My smart boi. <3 <3

My Mom: “You better hurry it up there, Jack.”

Oh it’s evil Men of Letters dude. NOW I get why we went that far back.

Oh! AND the Thule. NOW I get why Dean mentioned killing Hitler again. Wow. Nice connections on this episode all around. Go writers.

...she did what now?

WTF??!!

HOLY FRICK!!!

HOLY S*** HOLY S*** HOLY S***!!!

Do NOT ask about tea or cookies after you just pulled sh** like that.

On a more positive note, the way Jack just said “son of a bitch” out of nowhere like that is so adorable because he, like, NEVER swears, but also that’s Dean’s saying and it just proves that he’s taking after his dads and just already growing up and AHHHH I LOVE HIM!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Also Jack please go tell your dads what you found.

Okay so during the commercial break, my mom and I looked up wood nymphs and had this big discussion and here’s kind of what we came up with:

So we were trying to figure out if wood nymphs are supposedly evil, and we didn’t find much, but they do have super strength (which explains her ability to rip off that dude’s head…), and the ability to control wood and nature, which might explain why she can pull smoothies out of thin air.

So then we saw on the SPN Wiki page for this episode that part of the description mentions that the wood nymph would do anything for her family, and that makes me wonder if she has, like, ulterior motives to protect her wood nymph family? But also, she said the Men of Letters were her family, so that translates to Sam and Dean now, right? So theoretically, she wouldn’t hurt them, she’d be trying to protect them. Which means they should be fine, because she only hurts threats. But then my mom pointed out that maybe she considers Jack a threat and that’s a really good point, so now I’m worried all over again. She’s still acting weird with him, and even though I did like that little advice she gave about second chances, maybe it’s all an act? My mom thinks she, like, poisoned his sandwich or something with anti-nephilim juice in order to try to hurt him, but that was before she knew he was a nephilim, right? I don’t know. I think my mom makes a really good point. I hope my baby winds up being okay. :(

Okay. Back to the episode now. 

Ahhhhhhhh noooooo. Where are the boys when we need them?

Wait, DATE?? EILEEN??!!

No. He isn’t. Go away.

Sam look at yoooooooouuuu. <3

But also please take a moment to notice how uncomfortable your son is and ask him what’s wrong please and thank you. (And yes, I will keep saying son thank you very much.)

Ha! She wants him to get a haircut just like Dean does. The joke’s about Sam’s (and, by extension, Jared’s) hair will never not be funny.

Ha! “Language.”

YES!! EILEEN!!!

YES SAM!! GO GET YOUR GIRL!!

DEAN! XD

Okay the Sam and Eileen thing is adorable, and Sam and Dean’s banter is hilarious, but guys...look at your son please and thank you. :(

I’m so torn between wanting Sam to just be happy and enjoy himself and wanting him to help Jack ahhhhhh.

Sam can go on his date. I’m sure Dean can handle it.

Roses! Nice touch.

Ha! Dean with the supportive big bro action.

Such. A. Mom.

“Boys.”

Wait nooooooo.

Okay but Alex’s acting right there...tip top. So subtle. Jack is trying so hard to be sneaky and warn Dean about what he saw, and the way Alex is conveying pure panic but also showing how sneaky he’s being is AWESOME.

Also that little “sh*t” or “da**it” or whatever it was that he mouthed? Somehow so cute and makes me so worried at the same time.

“The Dean Cave”?? XD XD

Dean I am BEGGING YOU, please take a cursory glance at your son.

...da**it...

The subtitles say “suspenseful music plays” XD XD

Wait Jack noooo. Don’t go after her alone! Chase Dean instead!!

NOOO!! NOT IN THERE!!!

She’s totally gonna trap him in there.

...what?

She’s being so condescending shut the fudge up.

What? No.

Does he still not have a soul? Is that what he’s hiding? That wouldn’t make sense.

Oh wait. I get it now.

HE IS NOT!!! SHUT THE FUDGE UP LADY!!

LADY STOOOOOP! HE DOESN’T NEED YOUR SH**!! HE ALREADY FEELS GUILTY WOULD YOU QUIT IT??!! :’( :’( :’( :’(

HEY! NOT COOL!

I HOPE SOMEONE RIPS YOUR HEAD OFF B***H!!

They’re not. They know he won’t now.

SHUT UP LADY!!

HEY!!! STOP IT!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!

TAKE HER DOWN JACK!!!

He IS family!

...ummm...what??

GOD DA**IT!!

...my mom literally just said “told you so” about the poisoning. ...which also explains why she walked away to make another smoothie, because she WANTED him to find the video, says my mom. And yes, my mom was right, AND I HATE IT!! SCREW YOU LADY!! LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!!

It IS safe you B**CH!!

HE’S NOT A MONSTER!!! :’( :’( :’(

DA**IT!! DEAN PLEASE DO SOMETHING!!

Ha! He’s so excited about the sandwich and it’s adorable.

But also save your son!!

...wait what?

She’s...she’s really just gonna out herself like that?

Ha! YES!

Aww...Dean’s so disappointed. :(

BUT! He’s sticking up for his son! Because even if he’s mad at him for everything that happened to Mary (but also get over it, because she sucked anyways, Dean XD), of course he’ll still protect him.

Ha! The way he just takes it away…

Aww...poor baby. :(

He’s so disappointed. He deserves better. I feel bad for him. :(

HE IS NOT! SHUSH!

Aww...looking at the sandwich, but making the right call.

AWW! He’s trying. Best of both worlds.

Take the deal, lady.

DA**IT!!!

SERIOUSLY?!

SERIOUSLY???!!!

Screw you, lady.

HEY! NOT FAIR!

He is NOTHING like his father, thank you very much!

Well...now what??

Oh thank god, Sam’s home. He’s smart. He’ll find a way to get them out.

Her calling him Samuel is both hilarious and annoying, somehow. I think it’s only annoying now because I hate her with what she just did to my boys. XD

OOOOF.

She gonna out herself again?

Sam’s face when she said that about good news and bad news. XD

I suppose the benefit of having a bad guy who thinks they’re doing the right thing is that she’s not trying to hide it. So hopefully, if she outs herself again, Sam can deal with it a little better than Dean did, knowing Dean was not very successful lol. Dean let his love of her food get in the way. XD

She DID out herself!

Ha! “You were always the smart one.”

YES! Good job, Sam. Starting off strong. <3

YES! GOOD JOB SAM!! Nice manipulation.

Ha!

Can’t believe she’s asking about the date.

Actually yes I can. XD

Wait, why don’t WE get to hear about the date? I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE DATE DA**IT!

Well, DUH, Sam, you think they don’t know that?

Dean OMG!! XD XD

SUPPORTIVE BIG BRO!! XD XD

In Dean’s defense, he knew she’d wait for Sam, so...it’s not like they were REALLY in danger.

Do NOT try shooting her. Are you kidding me right now?

...really Sam? REALLY?! You’re going to try to SHOOT her?? You’ve seen what she can do, and you’re going to try to SHOOT her? She got the jump on JACK. POWERED UP Jack. Really? Call me crazy, but I feel like that’s not gonna work.

Yes. Yes he is. ...so much for Sam being the smart one.

I want to be mad at them for getting distracted by the holidays, but also I can’t exactly blame them given their childhoods, so…

Ha! The way they both react to the Boxing Day breakfast. Such brothers. XD

There ya go. Good plan. MUCH better than shooting her. Thank you boys.

WAIT WAIT WAIT!! Is this where we’re gonna get the “you sure this is gonna work” “let’s say yes” scene from the promo?? I THINK IT IS!! (Okay, so I MAY have watched that particular five second scene a million and one times because it had my boys in it, but I love them okay?? Sue me.)

Hey. Chill, Dean. Don’t yell at him.

Aww baby. :( :( :(

He doesn’t think you’re a monster. He’s just upset. :( 

...uh oh. This convo is gonna be bad, isn’t it? :( :(

:’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

WAIT! “For a while” YES! THAT’S A GOOD THING!!

Oh wait. “Still am a little bit.”

“Evil Mary Poppins” XD XD

AWWW!! SEE JACK?! He DOES love you!! <3 <3 <3 <3

OKAY NEVER MIND THAT CONVO WAS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD!!! I need to break that down for a second.

That convo was short and subtle and to the point, but it says SO much about Dean and Jack’s relationship.

First of all, the fact that Dean decided to be honest with Jack instead of continuing to pretend everything’s fine shows how much he really does care about Jack and how much he still trusts him and loves him. He doesn’t open up often, and I’m glad he finally did.

Second of all, he may have been blunt, but there was so much affection hidden in the way he addressed all of that. I mean, he tells Jack that he used to be really mad, and he still kind of is, but then he reminds him that just because they’re in a rough patch right now doesn’t mean he wants to lose him. Yes, Jack made a mistake, and yeah, Dean’s finding it hard to get over it, but Jack’s family through and through, and that means that, no matter what, Dean’s going to look out for him. It’s the same way he treats Cas and, more notably, the same way he treats Sam. He’s giving Jack the family treatment. And THAT is a BEAUTIFUL thing.

All of that said, between all of the OG Team Free Will, Dean’s relationship with Jack will always be my favorite (probably mostly because they’re my two favorite characters, but also because they’re amazing together), so this convo makes me so freaking happy. <3 <3 <3 <3

Sam you are being not very sneaky. 

SERIOUSLY SAM??!!

I take that back. Sam is not being smart about this. *eye roll*

UGGGGHHHHH.

WHERE IS CAS WHEN YOU NEED HIM?!

Actually quick side note, one that I’m adding now that I’ve finished the episode: not having Cas around TOTALLY makes sense. Explanation included in the review.

“Because you are my favorite.” XD XD XD 

She shouldn’t still be making me laugh, but dangat she’s too funny. XD

Wait noooo. No torture allowed.

I KNEW IT!! I TOLD YOU!! I CALLED IT!! SCENE FROM THE PROMO!! XD XD <3 <3 <3

I LOVE DEAN AND JACK SO MUCH!! <3 <3 <3

Ha! Fixing his hands.

YIKES!

...but did the cuffs break at least?

HA! She actually converted him to not swear.

I love how Dean makes a point of swearing extra loud after he realizes what he did. I love him. XD XD <3

Oh frick, that didn’t break the cuffs? Are you kidding me? Stupid powerful magic…

OOH! Dean’s got an idea!

THOSE LITTLE SMILES I LOVE THEM!! <3 <3 <3 <3

OH SHUT UP LADY! Are you still talking??

...okay so...trauma.

Please listen to Sam.

YES HE IS SHUSH!

Just because he has blood on his hands doesn’t mean he’s not a kid. Just saying.

Okay so I kind of feel bad for her knowing what she’s been through, but also that does not excuse her behavior. However, I will take back what I said about someone ripping her head off. I suppose that isn’t really necessary.

That said, someone please do something. :( :(

WOULD YOU QUIT IT WITH THE FINGERNAILS SUPERNATURAL??!! I STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN OVER IT FROM THE CHRISTMAS EPISODE IN SEASON 3!!!

My mom and I are both turning away owwwwwww.

STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!

Jesus Christ lady!!

“Pain is just weakness leaving the body.” Dean what?! XD XD

HEY! Smart! Way to go you two!! <3 <3

And still helping his son up YES! <3 <3 <3

Okay that could not have been a more in character moment between Dean and Jack right there. Between the “not so bad” and the helping him up and the helping him walk down the hall and Jack just following him along and I just...I LOVE THEM OKAY!! <3 <3 <3

AHHH!! SHE TOOK OFF SO MANY FINGERNAILS JESUS!!

SHUT UP LADY!!

YES!

...Dean honey that was the reset button…

There’s no way that did the job. Too easy.

Problem not solved!! Problem DEFINITELY not solved!!

Creepy green eyes!!

Oh she looks maaaaad. That’s not good.

HEY!!! What happened to not hurting family??!!

LEAVE THEM ALONE!!

Which family??!! Cause YOU’RE the one destroying them!

No he won’t.

“You hurt him, you hurt us.” GREAT line!! YES SAM!! <3 <3 <3

Oooh!! He’s getting to her!! <3 <3

Oop. There’s our backstory. Mr. Cuthbert wouldn’t let her go back. Not that I’m surprised, given what he did to Dean all those years ago.

Yes. Yes he did.

YAY! Dean jumping in to save his son. <3

NICE! Good call, Dean! <3

THAT FACE!! Jack’s face!! <3 <3

YES!!!! YES!!! GOOD JOB BOYS!! <3 <3 <3

Awww….poor Mrs. Butters…

Okay now I feel really bad for her. And a little guilty that I called her a b***h. I’m still kind of mad at her, but...her motives make sense.

Hey yay! She healed him!

Wow, this nymph is POWERFUL. Now that she’s nice again, can we, like, actually keep her? Cause that’d be an awesome ally to have.

Aww...Jack being the one to voice their forgiveness. So pure, especially since she was after him all that time. <3

Awww….Dean wants her to stay. He’s so upset. XD

But he also gets it. :) <3

OMG!! That shot with all three of them looking at her and those sweet little smiles they give her as she’s talking about home. There was just so much...genuineness in that! I loved it! <3 <3

Jack being the voice again. <3

Okay, she looks hecka cute in that outfit.

Oof. That makes sense lol. It would be way too easy if it didn’t revert back.

...inter what now?

Oh shoot...that just proves Chuck destroyed all the worlds...lovely….

Awww!! <3 <3

Ha! Her little words of wisdom to them! To reiterate: SUCH. A. MOM. XD XD <3 <3

Sam and Dean’s smirks at each other when she tells them to do the same things they’ve been telling each other to do for years--eat your vegetables and cut your hair. XD

Awww….that little extra nose crinkle and smile at Jack when she tells him to save the world. <3

I also just realized that this breaks my theory that anyone who meets Jack instantly falls in love with him because of how adorable he is. Though, I guess she’s a little different given that extra little motivation to protect her family in the only way she knows how. Plus, trauma.

Oof. Bye bye extra magic.

Aww...this convo between Jack and Sam. <3 <3

Aww Jack… :( :(

You weren’t stupid, baby. You all fell for it. :(

Aww….he’s looking for faith from Sam.

And Sam just gave it to him. <3

I know the line seems desperate, and in a way, it is, but the way that Sam gave him a little smile shows that it’s more than that. They are desperate, and Jack is their only hope, but also, Sam knows Jack can handle it, because he does have faith in him. It’s a short convo, but it says so much.

That tin has a birthday cake for Jack, made by Dean. Calling it right now.

“He loves that apron.” XD <3 <3

I KNEW IT AND I LOVE IT OMG!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

THAT’S SO ADORABLE!!! And that is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT Dean’s way of telling Jack that he still loves him, and that he forgives him. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

THEIR LITTLE SMILES!! <3 <3 <3

I’M SCREAMING!!! ALL OF THEIR SMILES AT EACH OTHER I FREAKING LOVE THIS FAMILY!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I SERIOUSLY LOST ALL FUNCTIONALITY JUST NOW TO THE POINT WHERE I’M ADDING THIS COMMENT LATER BECAUSE AHHHH!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

AWESOME ending shot. It’s a great way to end a much more light-hearted episode while also setting us up perfectly for knowing that things are about to get heavy and serious. I bet whatever Jack wished for, it has something to do with taking on God.

Okay, so...those reactions were a lot longer than I was anticipating, and I want to apologize, but also, I did warn you. XD That said, review time!

I loved this episode! It was absolutely hilarious, but also sweet and touching. It mixed some crazy and fun moments with some of the most subtly emotional ones, both negative and positive. I absolutely loved all the Easter Eggs, and I loved watching the boys have a chance to celebrate holidays in a way that they never have before, especially with Jack. The facial expressions in this episode killed me. Between all of the little smiles and dorky excitement, I was laughing and smiling right along with the characters. Some stand-out moments/things for me: 

That convo between Dean and Jack. I already broke it down above, but seriously, I love how they did that. As a huge fan of Dean and Jack and their relationship, the way that those two interacted this episode was beautiful and really sets up the fact that they’re going to need to lean on each other for support as a whole family in the coming fight, and I loved that. <3 

Sam going on a date with Eileen! <3 Initially, I had a theory that Sam and Eileen would end up together at the end of all of this, but when she left a few episodes ago, I threw that idea out the window and it made me sad. So the fact that they went on a date and got to see each other again--even if we didn’t get to see it--makes me so happy and brings back my hope that they’ll end up being together. <3 That said, I am 100% going to write a fanfiction of that date, since Supernatural chose to keep it from us. XD

The acting really stood out to me in this one. Maybe it’s just because it’s been so long since I’ve seen them doing something new, but I honestly feel like J2 and Alex nailed it even more than usual. I mean, their facial expressions were seriously so amazing in this episode. Between the really dorky moments and the subtle emotional moments, I felt like their faces were always saying so much and I loved it. <3

One thing I want to address is the lack of Cas. I know a lot of people were upset that he wasn’t in it, especially since the boys were celebrating so many holidays with Jack, and while I agree that it would’ve been beautiful to have him there, it makes perfect sense that he wasn’t there based on the trajectory of the episode and everything that happened. For starters, if Cas had been there, the wood nymph business would’ve been solved INSTANTLY. Cas is always extra suspicious of people, so if she didn’t trust him because he was an angel, the odds of her getting the jump on him would’ve been slim. And yes, she did poison Jack with the smoothies, but, as this episode continued to point out, Jack is still a kid, so he’s still much more naive and gullible. Plus, he’s upset and guilty and confused and just generally vulnerable now that his soul is back, so it was easy for him to trust and be manipulated. But if Mrs. Butters had tried to do the same thing to Cas, (and I’m picturing that one scene with the milkshake in Peace of Mind here) there’s no way he would’ve fallen for it. More importantly, with how worried he is about Jack, he would’ve been really vigilant about the way she was talking to him and everything, and he probably would’ve caught the poisoning long before it could really hurt him. And you can argue that Sam and Dean probably should’ve picked up on it, which is true, however, even they admit that they get distracted in the fun of it all. While it would’ve been great to see Cas in on the festivities, he wouldn’t have been quite as distracted by it as the boys were, and with his vigilance, there’s no way any of them would ever have gotten hurt. He’d be watching Mrs. Butters like a hawk, and the second she did something suspicious, she’d be gone. That said, I can understand if people want to say that’s dumb, because if they didn’t want Cas to defeat the villain so easily, they shouldn’t have had a villain that could be so easily defeated by Cas, and I’m sure some people feel like that’s a stupid excuse. To which I also offer this. After seeing those convos between Dean and Jack and Sam and Jack, and knowing that the episode ends with the three of them celebrating Jack’s birthday, Cas’s absence makes even more sense: this episode wasn’t about him. I love Cas, but it didn’t need him. See, Cas already has an undying love for Jack. While Cas definitely saw Mary as family, he never had the same emotional connection to her that Sam and Dean did--for obvious reasons. But he definitely had--and still has--a very strong emotional connection to Jack. He’s always been the most involved in being Jack’s father--again, for obvious reasons. But even after the Mary incident, it was Cas who went to find him, who tried to help him, and who wanted to protect him. Cas always loved him and always trusted him, and he always will. But Sam and Dean lost a lot of trust for Jack after what happened to Mary...and this episode fixed that. Because Cas wasn’t around, it gave Jack a chance to prove himself to Sam and Dean again. Sam had already pretty much forgiven him, but Dean was definitely on the fence. He even says it. But the fact that Dean had that conversation with him and said everything he did proves that Dean still loves him, and it gave Jack the reassurance he needed that, while Dean is still mad, he doesn’t hate him, and he doesn’t think he’s a monster. And while Sam and Jack were on pretty good terms, Jack was still worried that Sam couldn’t trust him--that Sam didn’t have faith in him anymore. But when Sam tells him that he knows he can defeat God, Jack gets confirmation that Sam does still have faith in him. And after all of that, after celebrating all of those holidays together, and having both of those conversations, to then end that with Sam and Dean celebrating Jack’s birthday? That’s what this episode was about. Sure, it was a silly monster of the week episode. Sure, we got some adorable and hilarious moments. And sure, we got to see them celebrate things that they never got to celebrate in a real way before. But underlying all of that, we got to see Jack become part of Sam and Dean’s family again. We got to see them bond. And knowing that this is right before they all prepare to take on God--Jack needed that. The boys needed that. They needed to all trust each other again. And the fact that they celebrated his birthday at the end proves that they do. They’re a family again. They have each other’s backs. They trust each other. And they love each other. And as much as I love Cas, and as much as I would’ve loved to have seen him be a part of their holidays, he didn’t need to be. But those three did. And that’s why Cas wasn’t in the episode. So, frankly, full points to the writers for making that happen. While they gave us a fun episode, and they may have left out a fan favorite character, it created an underlying theme that’s really going to matter as we get into the big stuff of Season 15. And that’s awesome.

All in all, I thought this was a great episode, and I’m so glad that this is how we get to jump back into the season. Not only was this episode hilarious and fun, but it was also a great set-up for the coming battle and for all the hard and serious things that are bound to come in the next several episodes.

Rumor has it that this was the last “silly” episode of the show, and while that’s a sad thought to think about, it totally makes sense with what they did with the episode, and frankly, I think it’s a beautiful silly one to have ended on and a great way to lead into everything that’s coming next.

My Rating: 10/10

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"What !? No - No"

Sterling palmed her face in shock.

"Mom? What's she talking about?"

Blair is directly looking at Debbie, with brows arched as a sign of confusion. She knew she'll never get an answer from Debbie so she looked at her dad.

"Dad?"

She opened her arms as a signal to Anders that she's waiting for an answer. Anderson bit his lip, took a big sigh and looked at Debbie, who's still crying while pointing her shotgun directly at Dana.

"Hello !? I'm shot !?"

Everyone looked at the man who's lying on the floor, Dana's shitty boyfriend. Bowser pointed his gun at the guy, cuffed then took him.

"Dad?"

Blair is still waiting for an answer, that she knows she's not gonna get, for now.

"Sterling come here!"

Blair took Sterling's wrist then took her to Bowser's car.

"Blair II - alkdjadniw"

Sterling's blabbering, because she's still in shock. Blair closed the backseat door where they're sitting.

"Listen to me, Sterl. We will always be sisters. Twin sisters. You just came out of our mom's twin sister. See? We're still twins"

Sterling looked at Blair who's waiting for her to speak.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. I could - I could deal with that."

Sterling can't cry. She's overwhelmed with emotions and shock and questions. They both looked out of the window when the police arrived. Dana is being put in jail.

Debbie, Anders, and Bowser are talking when the police left.

"Holy shit! They're gonna know that Bowser is a bounty hunter!"

Blair is now in a panic.

"W-what? Why? How?"

Sterling is still confused, her mind is far away from wherever they are.

"Shit they looked at us! Hide!"

They both ducked.

"Wait, why are we hiding?"

Sterling still full of confusion but she follows what Blair is doing because Blair is the only one that makes sense to her now.

"I - I - why are you hiding?"

Blair asked her back. Suddenly, the driver's seat door opened.

"Girls. I will get you home now. Okay?"

They sighed in relief when they heard Bowser's voice so they sat back on their seats.

"Did you tell them about bounty hunting? Did you tell them that we're on your team?"

Bowser rolled his eyes at Blair's question.

"First, I did not tell them that I am a bounty hunter. Second, they will never know you're on my team."

The twins took a big sigh. Blair is relieved that their cover isn't blown, as if a spy dodged a bullet. Sterling, took a big sigh because now that her mom is actually her aunt, she's seeing the family that she grew up in, in a totally different way.

"Third,"

Bowser broke the silence that made the two look at him.

"Are you okay baby girl?"

He's looking directly at Sterling. Blair looked at Sterling, waiting for her to answer Bowsie.

"Yeah, I guess so."

She looked down on her hand and tried to play with her nails.

"You know what? You don't even look like her. You look more like mom. Our mom. You're her favorite and I'm sure she loves you so much--," Blair's eyebrows crossed again. "--more than she loves me."

Confused with her own sentence, she shrugged it off, like she's telling herself that that's not the point.

"Do you remember in third grade, she told us she's gonna make us a ham sandwich for lunch, and then you got the ham sandwich and I got the peanut butter sandwich !?"

Sterling laughed when she remembered how angry Blair was when they got home and told their mom.

"Do you remember what she said?"

Asked Blair.

"Yeah. You told her, 'where was my ham sandwich !?'"

The two laughed because Sterling made an impression of Blair's third-grade-angry-face.

"Yeah! And she was like, 'Blair, you should learn to give to others especially your sister. I love you both so much but a responsible older sister should always take care of her younger sister.'"

They looked at each other.

"Yeah. That was fair."

Sterling finally agreed.

"She always put you first over me. Always has and always has been. But, works for me. Less attention, less expectation. It's enough for me to know they love me, they love us. But so you know, you have to take care of your kidney because I am not going to donate it. I want to die with my organs complete and intact. "

Bowser, silently listening to them shakes his head in awe.

"I should really stay hydrated."

Hydrated. Shoot. The water bottle. Lock-in meeting. April.

"Bye, Sterl."

Once again, Sterling took a big sigh. Her heart is crumbling like paper. Now her tears are starting to run down but she tried to hide them and wipe them away using her forehand.

"Oh my God!"

She looked at Blair when she heard her scream.

"What?"

Blair looked back at Sterling with tears in her eyes. With a wide freaking smile.

"It's Miles! He wants to talk!"

Blair happily hugged Sterl. The latter is so happy for her sister.

"Holy crap. We're gonna makeup, we'll be together again! Oh, sweet Jesus! I miss his smell!"

Sterling, can't help but miss April.

Her lips.

Her smile.

Her kiss.

Her smell.

Her skin.

"Honey"

Debbie hugged Sterling so tight. She knows Sterling is in shock but she's scared to let Sterling think negative thoughts and doubt herself.

"M-Can I still call you mom?"

Asked Sterling while they're hugging each other.

"Oh, sweetheart. I am your mom. No one else could be your mom. Okay? And you, are Sterling. You are our daughter. You are sisters - twin sisters."

Debbie softly touched their chins while smiling.

"See? I told you we're still sisters and twins."

Blair happily told Sterling. She smiled so wide. She's never been this happy to be a part of this family.

"I can't even imagine my life without you. I mean, who's gonna let me borrow a bra and never return it and doesn't get mad?"

Sterling laughed again. Anders and Debbie hugged the twins. They looked at each other with a genuine smile. Their hands intertwined with each other. Anders kissed Debbie on her forehead with a sigh of relief because the husband and the wife know that this night just made their family ties stronger than ever.

"Okay, can we please face the fact that you guys still didn't answer my questions last night?"

Typical Blair, asking questions and gets paranoid when they're not being answered.

"Okay, honey. First of all, we are having breakfast. I don't think it's appropriate to talk about that this time."

Blair's brows arched once again because of disbelief.

"A-actually, mom--" Sterling slightly smiled then reached for her nape. "--I want to know. I think I deserve that."

Debbie silently put down her tea, took the napkin out of her lap, and damped it on her lips before saying anything. Anders reached for Debbie's hand that is resting on her lap, which made her look at Anders. She took a big sigh.

"Okay, I'm going to make it short and precise."

Sterling and Blair are waiting for the answers while Anders enjoys himself chewing his food, but it is making an annoying sound. The three girls looked at him.

"What? I'm just eating my food."

Debbie rolled her eyes. The twins looked back at Debbie.

"Dana showed in our old house carrying you. Blair was just a month old. She told me she can't take care of you so she wanted me to take care of you as my own. Dana was a mess. I mean, she still is. But I don't know who your father is. That's it. "

Sterling isn't bothered anymore. She's a Wesley and will always be a Wesley.

"Are you going home right after school?"

Asked Blair while she's driving to school. Sterling's mind is still in the wind.

"Y-yeah. I guess. I don't have much to do."

Blair looked at Sterling with worry.

"It's gonna be okay. I know it's hard for you to walk around and see her in every corner but you have to be strong."

Sterling looked at Blair.

"Yeah. I just have to be strong."

Blair looked at her again, not convinced by how Sterling said those words.

"Or you can pretend you hate her again until it comes true."

Sterling looked at her.

"II-can't do that."

Sterling looked in the side-view mirror when she saw that they're approaching the parking lot.

"Just pretend. Okay? Act tough and doesn't care about her."

The last piece of advice from Blair before they step out of the car. "By the way, you have to take an uber later. I'm gonna meet with Miles. It's our make-up date. Or probably make-up-then-make-out-date."

Sterl just nodded to Blair.

"Incoming."

She whispered to Sterling as she saw April approaching them. Sterling's heart is pounding just the thought of hearing April's voice. She's directly looking at April while walking and is ready to stop whenever April greets her but to her dismay, April didn't greet her, or even called her name, or even took a glimpse of her.

Sterling stopped and turned around, chasing April's back by staring at her.

"Hey, Luke!"

Sterling turned her back before she sees the flirting that is about to happen.

"How is she doing that? I mean, that would be so hard for a gay woman to flirt with someone who's not even on her menu."

Whispered Blair to Sterling while walking towards the entrance.

"Shhhh someone might hear you."

Sterling dropped her bag then turned her face down the table. She kept taking deep breaths, assuming it would heal her aching heart.

"I told you to save me a seat beside you"

She heard the voice she's longing to hear, but she kept her cool and decided to only move when the bell rang.

"I'm sorry, Hannah B is already here when I came in. I wouldn't wanna sit beside--"

Ezequiel looked down at sleeping Sterling. April doesn't even need to turn her back to know who that girl is because even her peripheral vision can recognize her instantly. But for the sake of pretending, she looked around and rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 11

A/N: Hi all! Sorry for the delay on this chapter. I had massive shoulder surgery a couple weeks ago but everything is doing much better now. To my amazing co-writer, tumblr-wifey and bestie-lifepartner, Love ya babes. Thank you all for your patience. --Bethany 

Chapter 11: Adam

           The ringing of the phone startled me awake. I grunted and looked toward Allie, still asleep. I quietly slid of the bed, threw on a pair of shorts, and raced to the kitchenette.

           “Hello?” I asked, trying to avoid waking the woman currently snuggled into my pillow.

           “Good afternoon Mr. Page,” said the voice on the other end. It took a moment to place—Marco the amazing, miracle working concierge. “ I do hope I'm not interrupting anything. I was looking through the dinner reservations and noticed you and Mr. Omega didn't have any plans for tonight. It seems Ms. Mason and Ms. Keene don’t have them either.”

           Damn it, Kenny, I groaned silently. “Um, yeah, Ken was supposed to set something up.” For a split second, I wondered what my buddy and Leigh were up to. Then I realized I didn’t want to know. “I guess they went to the beach. Do we have many options?”

           “If I might make a suggestion?”

           I leaned against the counter and watched Allie turn over in bed. “You haven’t failed us yet, Marco.”

           “Thank you, sir.” He sounded genuinely pleased by the confidence. “There is a sandbar out in the bay. We could set up a table or two if you would like. Torches and string lights all around at sunset. Personal chef to cook tableside and make drinks, and a small boat to get you there and back.”

           I thought fast as he talked. Jesus, I swore, this place really is all-inclusive.

           “Sources also indicate that there is a meteor shower tonight. With such a clear sky, it might set the appropriate mood,” Marco offered.

           This guy is a damn genius. “Marco, you are the man! That sounds amazing. Sign us up. When and where?”

           “A boat will be by to pick you up from the swim dock of the ladies’ bungalow at seven thirty,” Marco said, seemingly pretty proud of himself. “As for the menu, may I recommend steak and lobster tail? It’s a personal favorite. We can pair that with a wine and have Bananas Foster cheesecake for dessert?”

           My stomach growled at the thought. “Yes to all except the wine. Kenny doesn't drink, so Diet Coke for him. Give me the same, but with some Jack Daniels. The ladies have been drinking Cranberry Malibus with Redbull. They seem to like those.'' I could hear Marco typing in the background. This man was definitely a godsend. “Might as well throw some water in there too.”

           “Absolutely, Mr. Page. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?” Marco queried.

           “Nah, Marco you're the man. You have no idea how much we appreciate you,” I replied, genuinely thankful. “Have a great evening.”

           “No problem, Mr. Page. For attire this evening, might I suggest linen shorts with a button up shirt? Have a wonderful dinner tonight, sir.”

           As we disconnected, I heard a soft snore coming from the bed. Allie lay curled on her stomach with one hand reaching toward my side of the bed. My eyes roamed. Her blonde hair covered the pillow and the sheet just barely covered her ass.

           There is just something about that girl that I can't put my finger on. For some reason, she reminded me of wild horses and thunderstorms.

           Quietly, I climbed back into bed and slowly wrapped Allie in my arms. “Hey, Mango,” I whispered softly into her hair. “I could spend all day in bed with you, but it’s four thirty. And we’ve got dinner reservations at seven-thirty. Boat’s picking us up from your swim dock.”

           She hummed and snuggled closer. Her hand reached for mine, tucking it more tightly around her. My thumb stroked the bottom of her breast innocently.

           “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” I murmured. My lips skimmed the line of her shoulder.

           “Well, Cowboy,” Allie replied in that sweet little sleepy voice of hers, “what if I wanna just stay in bed all day with you?”

           “Trust me, you don't want to miss this, darlin’.” I replied. My nose slid along the back of her neck and I breathed in the scent of her skin.

           “Okay then,” she mumbled, stirring slightly. “I better get up and get dressed, huh?”

           Before I could respond, the door of the bungalow slammed open. “Yo, Hanger!” Kenny yelled as he walked through our shared space.

           Allie jumped out of bed like she had been struck by lightning. It was a beautiful thing to watch as she snatched up her clothes and high tailed it straight to the bathroom. I could hear her cussing as she quickly got dressed and walked out a moment later, looking innocently guilty.

           Kenny appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Leigh was right behind him, standing at his shoulder with a sun kissed glow around her. Allie’s face turned beet red as her eyes met Leigh’s. The other woman gave Allie a questioning glance, brow raised. It was a mixture of making sure she was ok and… approval. Maybe even a little proud. The smile that crossed Allie’s face could light up the world.

           “Oh shit, I'm sorry guys,” Kenny said apologetically. “Didn't mean to interrupt anything.”

           “Nah, you're good, Kenny. We were just talking.” God, I hope he doesn't look at the bed. I tried not to look at the bed. Memories of the afternoon spun in my mind. Jesus Christ.

           Allie walked up to me, a gleam in her hazel eyes. “We’re gonna go get ready for dinner. See you on the dock at seven thirty?”

           “Absolutely, baby girl. And I promise… no gym shorts.” I gave her the most dashing smile I could manage. Damn she is way too beautiful.

           Allie smiled and walked toward Leigh, who could not stop grinning back. They looked at one another as if they were having a silent conversation. I swore that the two of them had a true mental connection. They practically shared a brain in the best way. I winked at them before Kenny walked the girls out. Once they were out of sight, I grabbed my shower bag and walked to the bathroom.

           “Adam? You good buddy?” Kenny asked. “You seem a little… I don't know… flustered?”

           “Yeah man, I’m good. I think.” I let out a heavy sigh and looked at my friend. My back hit the door frame. “Man, there is just something about Allie. I can't describe it.”

           “Yeah. I get that. Leigh is amazing, too. She is smart and funny. And, dude, her smile? I can't think straight.” Kenny’s voice was wistful, and he had this fuzzy look in his eyes. A minute later, he gasped. “Fuck! I forgot dinner.”

           I laughed out loud. “Yeah, asshole, you did. Marco called about it. Woke me up. Seemed to think we’d given up on the girls.” I shook my head, tsking. I was laying the guilt trip on thick. “But don't worry. That man is a damn genius. We’re having dinner on a sandbar in the bay with a personal chef and bartender. And a meteor shower tonight too.”

           Kenny relaxed. That fuzzy look came back.

           I grinned. “We’re meeting the boat at seven thirty at the girls’ swim dock.”

           “Remind me to tip him very well. That's amazing.” Kenny stood there, gob smacked for a moment. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was up to something.

           “Okay, Ken, I'm getting a shower. Marco said to look nice for dinner.” With that, I left Kenny still dumbfounded in the living area.

           Walking to the bathroom, the thoughts of the afternoon swirling through my head. I stood in the shower with my thoughts fixed on the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. I could see her just like she was standing in front of me. I closed my eyes and pulled back the memories of the afternoon. The way her long blonde hair framed her face while she slept. The way she looked with her eyes closed tight in the throes of passion. The way her body reacted to my touch. The sounds she made when she came.

           My cock began to stiffen with the thoughts of Allie running through my head. I tried to ignore the impulse. But, as I washed my hair, I imagined her fingers running through it, gently pulling it. Fuck. I wasn’t sure I could get any harder. What was this woman doing to me?

           I tried to pull my thoughts away from the beautiful blonde who had lassoed me. But I couldn’t. I gave in to the thoughts of her. My blood boiled with want and need. I wrapped my fingers around my cock. It throbbed in my hand as I stroked it slowly, thinking about Allie’s body and her smile. I bit my lip as the need grew. I could feel the release coming, slowly building.

           Thoughts of her flashed through my head. The way she smiled when she thought no one was watching. The way her face glowed in the sunlight and the adorable way her freckles decorated her shoulders. My grip tightened, moved faster. The last stroke took my breath away. Despite myself, a loud growl escaped my chest.

           My heart pounded in my chest. God, I want her again. Now!

           Still winded, I got out of the shower and dried off. Thoughts of Allie hovered in the corner of my thoughts. Putting on gym shorts, I tried to distract myself. I went to find Kenny.

           “Hey, Cleaner? Where ya at?" I yelled through the villa.

           “Out here, Hangman,” he yelled from the deck. I stepped outside to see him standing on one foot, both hands pressed together above his head. “Yoga. So, buddy, how was your afternoon?”

           I stared at him. I really hoped I had my don’t fuck with me face on.

           “Couldn't help but hear that you sounded a little… I don't know… frustrated in the shower.” Kenny smirked. There was a sly look on his face. Like he knew the truth.

           “Man, come on, we took a nap." He didn't need to know any details. "Shit. At least I ain't afraid to be alone with her. Kota did a number on you, didn’t he?”

           He put his foot down and propped his hands on his hips. His face contorted. The offended Kenny face killed me every time. We both busted out laughing. But we both kind of knew it was true. Kota Ibushi was a big deal in Kenny’s life, and the loss of that relationship had really fucked him up. Plus, he hadn't been with a girl in a while and Ken was pretty shy. I got the feeling that Leigh was almost exactly the same. They really related to each other well. Hell, they were perfect for each other.

           Just like me and Mango.

           I balanced on the rail and filled him in on the details of dinner. Out of nowhere, the calm of paradise was split by screams of laughter coming from next door.

           “They sure are special, aren't they?” Kenny asked. It sounded almost as if he was just thinking out loud.

           “Yeah, they are,” I agreed with a huge smile on my face. “Come on man, we gotta bring our A-game tonight.”

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Shadows

A/N: Little drabble I started a while ago, over a video that was on tumblr pre-censorship. I figured there had to be a way for stars to have a little kinky game between them and their s/o. So this ensued. Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), swears Word count: 1961

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Chris takes your hand and pulls you away from the counter before you can even finish rinsing your plate. He snakes his hand to the back of your neck, you know he’s about to pull a signature move. As you let him linger a little, tugging back into his embrace, his eyes darken even though the setting sun gives a luscious glow to the open space. The warmth of the August night settles in through the open windows of the living room; a happy dog wanders about in the yard. Once there’s merely a hint of blue left in his eyes, you comply to his demand and inch your lips closer to his.

‘’Never getting tired of this,’’ you say first.

He kisses you passionately. He’s hungry for more. For you. And because the scenery calls for his inner sappy self to burst out. His hand moves slowly up through your hair, until it reaches the side of your face - as anticipated. His other has no choice but to follow, and yours find refuge around his upper arms, allowing you to level yourself with him. His lips open and close again, faster, and his breaths come short and perfectly timed so as not to waste a taste. You capture his bottom lip between your teeth, teasing them along the swollen flesh until he growls and picks you up. A surprise whimper is what finally breaks you away from him before he has you sitting down on the opposite counter. His fingers grab at any piece of clothing they can find, clumsily working their way to your flushed skin. The contrast of his ice-cold hands has shivers running all over your body. As if to transfer the feeling his way, your hands travel up his torso, then hold onto the collar of his henley in order to bring him down once more. His body is covered in goosebumps, and you giggle at his cute shoulder spasm.

“God, you’re so cute when you laugh.” He pecks your temples. “I miss you so bad when I’m away. Fuck,’’ he adds. Demanding hands fight for dominance, although you always let him win. A bark then cuts the escalating moment.

You chuckle. “Better get him in.’’

“Yeah, hold on,’’ he replies. He struts towards the door, his ass bounces beautifully with each stride. God knows why he had decided to buy the whole store’s worth of faded jeans, but you would definitely not be the one to complain. As he turns around, you can picture the imprint of his dick perfectly placed on the right side of his fly. It lays on his thigh, half-hard but, oh god, is it aching to be free.

He once mentioned over his fifth mix of rum and coke - at a party you remember was pretty revealing - that he loves the feeling of his tip rubbing along his skin when he gets hard in tight boxers. About a week after this confession, you caught him dry humping himself, thrusting his hips up until his dick chaffed and he passed out on the couch; a hand in his hair and the other on his stomach. He woke up the next morning with a stiff stain on his black jeans and bright red cheeks as he walked past your smug face in the dining room, and you told him just how good your orgasm was from spying on him. 

His hand comes to your shoulder, bringing you back from the daydream. 

“Now, where were we?’’ He licks his lips and begins to dip towards you but you push him back lovingly.

‘’Nuh-uh. My mouth’s done enough up here for now,’’ you tease through a sinful smile. A deep grunt escapes his chest when he catches the hint and his eyes close in anticipation as soon as your knees allow you to the ground right in front of him.

You rub your nose along the zipper. He smells of daisy-fresh laundry and a good day’s worth of masculine musk. He fists a bunch of your hair and tilts your head slightly to the side so you can look up at him without struggling. Not sure whether this was meant to torture him or yourself, you stick your tongue out and lick a long stripe up to the end of his jeans. He doesn’t restrain you, yet, and lets you go on with your mischievous plan. Your hair gradually runs out of his grip as you keep licking up his lower stomach, matting his happy trail perfectly. His hand now falls down from your hair and to his side. Soon they disappear to reach for his ass. With crooked eyebrows, you swat his hands off and pout.

“Mine…’’ you playfully whine in a childish tone. He bites his lip and settles his hands onto the edge of the counter behind him, giving you a better angle to work with. Knuckles are getting white. Patience running thin. But he’s not going to stop you from whatever you have planned for him.

Immediately, your hands replace his, and you give his tush a little squeeze. Words don’t come easy in times like these. His head cocks to the side as he warns you not to play around. His voice was reason enough to have you dripping down your thigh. You take his phone out of his pocket and hand it to him with a wink. He knows damn well what you want next.

“Baby, we can’t.’’ His smile falls as you recall the time things almost got very bad for the both of you. And his publicist. And the fans. “You know I’d love to. You know how much I’d pay to be able to jerk off to that pretty face everyday. But...’’

You shake your head no.

“Oh, sweetheart. I love how you tease me just enough. You always know what to say to get me riled up.’’ His words fall in perfect harmony with your actions. Button off, zipper down. Soon his jeans are knee-high and his two-toned boxers are what’s left in your way. “Those fucking hands I swear. Ugh. They’ll be the death of me. The way they twirl and know every little spot.’’ Not caring to strip him completely, you reach for his dick through the small slit in the fabric and pull him out. A drop of precum already threatens to ruin your shirt. He goes to praise some more but he’s caught off guard by the kitten licks at his tip.

“Like that baby?’’ You make cute puppy eyes at him. The muscles of his stomach clench before pushing back out. You love the sight of his little belly when he does that. “Answer me, Christopher.’’

“Y-yes, sweetheart. Please.”

His tip easily slips between your lips and finds a good spot on your plushy tongue. You suck on him and your hand takes care of the remaining inches, pulling his loose skin up and down. Grunts and a wave of erotic noises later, your nose hits the hair patch at his stomach, and his chants go up an octave. His hands are grinding holes through the granite as an attempt not to rip your hair out of your scalp. 

“Fuuck!’’ His head dips back as he lets you envelope him in warmth and slick. Actually, so much slick that it’s slowly damping your jeans and making a mess on the floor. His hips buck into your eager mouth over and over and you know he’s looking to make you gag around him, loving the extra squeeze it provides. His head falls to the side now as he tries to collect his breath, and then he gasps and taps your shoulder with the tips of his fingers.

“Hold on. Babe, stop,’’ he says and then reaches for something further on the counter with you still perfectly stuck on him. His ass cheeks tighten under your touch as he holds back the first spasms of his orgasm. Then a small bip yanks your mouth and attention off of him. 

“What the?’’ And then you see it. Against the wall. The perfect escape for your kinky shenanigans. You look up at him with sparkle in your eyes, only to begin sucking him even harder. He’s about to drop the phone any second now, and the small bucking of his knees has your pussy dripping. 

“So fucking hot,’’ he mouths, so that his voice doesn’t get on the video. He winks and then grunts some more.

He brings the phone closer to his thigh so that the mic captures your sweet whimpers and slurping sounds, still showing the shadows of your actions perfectly on the white wall of the kitchen. You suck on him harder, using both hands now to tug at the base of his cock. His hips follow your movements, fucking into your mouth harder by the second. His hands even change sides, now holding himself steady on the island behind you, which is where your head and back end up resting as he thrusts with vigor. By now, the valley of your breasts is covered in spit and his ass stays clenched more than it relaxes in your grip. His movements become erratic, it’s actually becoming an issue as you try to keep a good rhythm but he moves against you. He’s grunting and cursing and you know he’s right there. He’s holding on because he knows he’s leaving and he savours every second, and although your jaw is tensing and you have trouble keeping your breath, you give him everything you’ve got.

One of your hands leave his ass and with you pointer and middle fingers you collect some of the saliva that has gathered on your body. It’s slick and thick enough for the job you want done. Then, as a not so surprising movement, you bring them to his taint, then up to his sensitive hole. 

“Fuck, jesus Y/N!” He can’t help his voice - he’ll have to edit that later. The phone drops onto the hard surface when his body starts to spasms, and he curses the potential chips on his screen. He pulls back just a few seconds so you can grab a deep breath, which causes your fingers to glide into him to the first knuckle, and then he dives back in until your nose crunches into his pubes. You let him run after his release; he’s fucking himself into your fingers in sharp and steady thrusts. It doesn’t take long for him to pull back and take himself in hand, pumping a few more times before he comes all over your face. 

“Oh, godddd!” He stands back a little straighter so he can lock eyes with you. He’s still shivering and his abs are contracted. He’s such a wonderful sight.

“The name’s Y/N, Evans,” you say as you lick his seed off your reddened lips. He leans back over you and grabs the phone to stop the recording. He smirks as he taps on the screen a couple times. Your phone buzzes in the distance.

“Here, now you have it. There’s this app you can download to hide files,” he begins, “but our faces aren’t on it so it would be defendable if shit happened.”

“I love how your mind works baby.” He chuckles at your reply, and offers you a hand.

You get up and reach to kiss him. He does, and you moan into it. Then he grabs your face in both hands and licks a strip along your outer lip, gathering the remains of his cum.

“No wonder you like this so much,” he teases with a hum. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and maybe we can rewatch it later. I still got until morning with you sweetheart.”

[charmed-asylum]

🔪Midnight Desire🔪

Midnight Desire, part one

Summery:  A group of seniors simple night of drinking and partying at their local grocery store. Turns for the worst when they realize they are lock in with something far more dangerous then they ever imagine

Declaimer: Midnight Desire has a few curse words and hints at some abuse. This is my very first story I am posting onto tumblr so please be kind give it a glance. Also my sweet lovers I do have dyslexia so for me to jump the head 1st and do this is a big deal for grammar might be a bit off.  I promise you a good ride from beginning to end. So buckle up and enjoy the ride. - xoxo Charmed- Asylum 

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Fire alarm sound police sirens heard off in the distance.  The noise  of such importance however is muffed from the sound of a soft cry, crying for help . Nothing can break this cry , it plead can break glass hurt even the biggest monsters. Where is this cry comes from this dark cool winter night.  As the cry becomes loud so loud that it more a scream  a bloody hand comes out of a chained cellar door.

24 Hours Earlier

Beep beep. A hand lounges out the bed and press the snooze button, old Hello Kitty stickers cover, alarm clock. Slowly getting up. A young girl around 16 with golden brown beginning of October soft skin with matching midnight sky eyes and short curly golden honey brown hair that came up to her chin.While she could ever tell from looking into a mirror her beauty would make anyone want to stop and give a second glance. A few minutes she mumble into the pillow. As the time slowly past she finally decide to get up.  Her eyes were closed as she slumped forward still in deep sleep went across the hall to the bathroom. Another girl tall with fair skin long store bought blonde hair about  18 came from behind and rushes into the bathroom before other girl can realize what was happening.  Slammed the door in her face. Upset. The girl starts knocking on the door full of rage. 

" Cora come on. I got up first. Let me in! You take forever" she said banging at the door with all her might .

 An older man in his late 40s advantage build with ash brown hair  came from  behind and quietly watch the young girl in her old Queens T shirt attacking the door like a punching bag. A smirk appears .  Music start blasting from inside the bathroom. 

" Good morning,  sweetie. Don’t worry  just come use our bathroom. Mom done and I just need to finish getting dressed Jolie" the man says smiling at her with his hand gently place on upper backside. Looking back at the door pissed she kicks the door one last time as hard as she could and follows him to the other bathroom.  As she closed the door to get ready she sees him sitting on the bed in a still daze just looking at her with a jester grind.  She glanced back at herself she never felt pretty even though her mom told her time and again she was. She had freckles across face that was a bit closer to her long lashes that blink across  she never worn makeup so her face remain bare. She always wishes she had more of Cora beauty the ones some girls are born with ones that everyone has a picture of ones that they use to paint a picture or create another barbie after. Her hair drop in front of her face. Ripped jeans that sits slightly below her waist that went with Velvet Underground t shirt that drop over her mom old denim jacket. Satisfied with what she was wearing she decided it was best to face the music and start her day.  She peak around before walking out ready to get another day over with. 

" Jolie how was your sleep last night" her mom asked. She was a bit younger than the man with a face that belongs in a museum by itself. With tired eyes  she came over and kiss Jolie on  the forehead. Smiling at her. Jolie says nothing and grab a piece of bacon and sit down on a wooden stool by the kitchen. 

The older girl skips down the stairs, pushing into Jolie causing her to spill her orange juice. Jolie looks up at the girl then starts to pick up the broken glass. The man comes from behind  her holds her back gently for a minute before helping with broken glass. Looking up with eyes that burn with a blue fire. 

" Cora it's been almost a year. You need to stop acting like a  fucking baby. Be nice to Jolie she your baby sister " he says firmly. 

Cora rolls her eyes and smirks at him. " Not my fault the loser. Does not pay attention to me or her surrounds. It’s stepsister by the way we are not related" Cora said while taking a bite out of an apple. Jolie gets up and throw the rest of broken glass in the trash. " Thanks. But it's fine. Mom how are you this morning. Take your pills" Jolie said pretending Cora said nothing.

 A gentle kiddish like laugh left her mom small plump lips as played with her curls between her white manicure nails. Kissing her cheek as she walked passed her. " I'm fine. Jojo Stop worrying about me. I’m the sick one not you. You need to be like your sister and start….. You not always guaranteed a tomorrow, Jolie Wellstone" she stops and looks at Cora putting makeup on. " You need to socialize not staying here. Maybe you should do something with Cora" she says looking at Jolie as she drinking a cup of hot green  tea. 

Jo glance at Cora as she finished her face. Thinking of other things she wants to do then do that. So far her list has living the zombie apocalypse and eating vegan food. 

A car outside honk, BEEP. Not missing a beat ,Cora excited to end this charade bounces up and rushes for the door. Jo watched Cora from the window to get a better look outside to the red convertible. A guy that looks like he came out every cliche John Hughes movie was driving while another guy was in the back smoking weed. Cora hops in the front and the guy grabs at her perfect 40C boobs and starting to make out with her before driving off. God I hate it here Looking back at the stock photo picture perfect couple she slug back into the chair and plays with her tea bag with her spoon. The man watches her as she slipped into her own thoughts then looks at mom concern. 

" Richard being so good to us. I know you understand but. ...Eventually he and Cora will be your family, Jojo. She like us not used to this. You just need to find something" mom says holding Richard hand tight. She hated when her mom use her name worst when she used her nickname. Jo looks at him then looks away back at her cup.

" I try on the behalf of the both of us, mom. It's been some really good months here. Don't want you ups..." a bus horn beeps. Saved by the bell she thought to herself.

Grabbing her bag and lunch she kiss both of them on the forehead and goes out to start her day. She was glad to leave she hated lying to her. But knowing mom she knows she already knows she always know Jo thought to herself.

 The bus is basically a collection of the body snatchers. It was an oddball of folks. The bus crew. Jolie was nothing like Cora at less not here. She was lonely and  no one could give two cents who, Jolie Wellstone was. Best way she found herself making sense of this feeling was like her birthday, it is a month that millions others she share with but  don't know. Weird way of thinking yes. But that's how she was brought up how her mom and dad taught her to be like. Only other group she talks was groups she put with because of  class. This week Ivy, Kyle, Robinson. 

School for Jolie was different since she moved . She use to jump early before the alarm go talk to her many friends give everyone a smile and high five in the hallways. She wasn't alone but ever since Richard came into her and her moms life it all she knew now. She use to be more than just a piece of space moving from classroom to classroom. Now and days Jo basically rush to class answer the questions the teacher asks right in her head.  Only once she got it wrong 5th grade health class,the human brain can read up to 1,000 words per minute . 

Lunch use to be full with laughter as she made her friends spill their milk and juice out there noise or she talk up anyone with a smile to sign her newest protest of the week. Now lunch was a time she spent by herself in the bathroom or on brave days outside by the basketball courts. She like it there because eight of ten times she would see Garrett . Nothing more then her high school crush. He had a surfer tan that was just perfect even though it was never above 60 degrees  6’5 tall glass of yummy with matching  gorgeous summer sky blue eyes and a voice that all alone made you explode.  You all had one why not to him she always says as she goes through his iBook page . Checking like it was a daily ritual. Still single. Thank you baby Jesus yes. 

They had four classes together including lunch. He was older but same age as Cora,18. Four had became her magic number so far. 4.  Four on the amount of times they talk or was close. First day bump into him , put on his team in gym, ask for a pen, and passing English Lit chapter 7 test to him. While Jo was a sophomore she had all senior classes. Something she hated  until she saw Garrett for the first time.  

Jo was a loner and sadly he was too. However, for him it was by choice. He was better at hiding it but she knew even though they never really talk outside of those four times in her months of being stuck in this hellhole. Her Winston to her Holmes. Her moon to her stars. That magic number would be something of the past after today. Today was different. It was the second to last class study hall in the library, also with Garrett and one of her favorite class. What can ever be better than reading books, doing homework, and  looking at Garrett as he had his feet kicked up on the table smoking a cigarette playing with his lighter and no care. 

Jo was simply looking at the black and white checkered floor walking to class when she saw Fred, Mr. John Hughes  and Farrah making out, Cora’s bestie and boyfriend. She knew she should've left but she couldn't  help herself but get a quick look and see. Creeping in the shadows like a ninja.  Part of her wanted to watch see what was happening out of concern. She might of had a very strong dislike of Cora , still cared. Wasn’t that she hated her just there were a lot of things she would hope happen before she admit it. Going down the list  like starve to death or god forbid not be able to see her mom, or Garrett again. The root to all her evils. Caring about others before herself. The bell rings. Being late or being caught. Very hard decision Jo turns around and bumps right into Fred . Caught red hand. 

She grabbed her things tried to make a break for it. Fred being Mr. I’m a meathead and press 450 easy was able to stop her in no time. 

" Macy right your Cora new step  sister" he says holding onto Jo bag strap. Looking at up into his storm gray eyes Jo nods. 

" It's kinda not Macy though but that's fine " Jo says trying not to stress sweat. She never spoke to him she got a few looks from his when he would pick or drop Cora off. Or when he came by one of the first days she and her mom move here and Richard had a little barbecue for them.  He does not say a word just brings himself close to her still holding onto her bag.His eyes could turn her to stone that how intense it felt What was going on between the two was nothing close to any good tension but more  like they were about to have a staring contest. He looks her once over and smile. 

 " I actually was worried seeing you  watching me until I realize who you are, Macy. Did it turn you on watching me.Like the little holy mary virgin you are ” he stops and twist her curl that dropped down into her face with his finger “That was her doing . I stop it as soon as it  started to happen. So no word right " he says in a very very serious but creepy tone his finger still twisting her curl. 

Feeling her ten seconds was up Jo nod and bolted to class without a word. Busting right into Garrett strong define chest, he held tight to her small figure a bit tight as she almost fell. He glanced back to where she came from then back down at her. That one touch almost sent her sent her places she only went to when she was alone in her room or in her dreams. She bit corner of her bottom left side of her lip as she mouth sorry and ran off embarrassed.

 After that touch by heaven moment Jo spent the rest of her day hiding from the world.  She even decided to walk the 12 minutes walk home in hops she would not bump into Fred or Garrett. Today word be bad luck Jo Jo she said to herself as she continued her walk home. The name her dad use to call her. Everyone can call her Jolie even Jo but no one but him use to call her Jo Jo that was his and his alone.

Her Mom came home from work 5 ish beat. Just in time for their alone time, watching the news and Family Feud for an hour or so. Then by 7  she would play house wife for Richard. Something she never did before. 

" It's Friday .Do you have any plans? Me and Ricky are going to the doctors then a party. Fun uh. What abo-..." her convention was interrupted by the Cora and Richard arguing in the next room. 

Which for some reason still gets her startled but for Jo it was the new normal. She and her mom never was as vocal as they was but after the fifth scream match it shock value lesson . Cora lungs her bag on the floor and stomps up stairs. Richard loosens his tie and un bottom a few bottoms from his shirt walk into the living room, where Jo and mom was at.  Watching the real Family Feud in front of them. Kissing both of them on the forehead. He pushes his way between Jo and her mom putting one arm tight around Jo shoulder. And like a switch of the light her mom got up to mostly likely continue her housewife duties. Jo never understand why she did it. She never did that before but she was young. She could not remember how much time past when Richard stop talking to her and they got up to do something. 

She had to get away from him as far as she could. Walking pass Cora’s bedroom door. She peeks in like the weirdo she is to see if Cora was hot gluing her face on. Covering the evil witch that she was. Why a witch easy because she can make everyone foul that she actually nice. Nope. Just on the phone talking. As she started to walk pass. She stops and turns around back into the lion dean.

"Cora we need to talk" she said blunty. Why What uh. The simple thoughts started flashing in her mind. Cora chewing on gum rolls her eyes and continue to talk on the phone as if Jolie said nothing. Same thing she did earlier.

 " I lost my dad just like you lost your mom and brother only difference is you still have time with your dad. I lost mine young and found out I'm losing my mom all”  Jo stops and looks away hiding her tears" I found out the same time….. You stay here. I left my life. I'm going to be stuck here. You got lucky always lucky. You leave in a few months. Everyday I'm alone. Because at the end of the day. I got the dang short stick. Never nothing I want. You might hate me well I do sometimes too. But I still care about you and... Richard, always will. Just like my mom does. Can you at least fake it. Then when she gone you can go back to whatever this is" Jo stops. She hated talking about any of this. Her father, mom, the future, her path. But she was tired of it. Sick. Jolie decides not to wait for Cora response. Not this time. Later maybe but not now. Also she had to pee. 

Dinner was as normal as abnormal it always was. Eating her corn, " So dad. Can I get a 50 I’m going out with the squad to" Cora starts to say to Richard.

 Richard devouring his stake looks at her then at mom. " No way. It's dinner time. Family time. Your n" he starts to say cutting Cora off. Mom feeling and seeing the same overdone clip cuts in. 

" Honey..... so Cora what are you plans with your gang  " she says trying to sound hip. Jo looks at her and smiles at herself. There it goes. There where I got all my social traits from. Richard was of course was talking to himself attack the stake. Which from the look of it the plate was really the loser. Poor plate. 

Cora mad looks at Jo. " Daddy. Me and lo- Jolie talk. She new and being such a nice person I am I bringing her to the homecoming game then to the movies afterwards. Starting a new leaf. Which is why I need the money daddo. Also we will be back by 2 ish" Cora says looking at Jo. Smart move using the socially awkward girl to get what you want Jo thought to herself as she looked down at her food. 

Mom excited smiles. "Really oh my shit balls. I’m so gosh darn happy. See Jolie. Of course. Your dad be glad to. Ricky. It gives us some alone time,after the party. HUH . Give Jo some money. And  Jo remember the rules. And 1 am Cora. No more than that not even a second" mom says getting up grabbing her plate. What about board game night we was gonna play Trouble she thought to myself watching her mom getting all the dirty plates.  Richard smile and waits till  mom leaves. 

" Cora, don't do ANYTHING to hurt her. Only reason you're going is her" he says gulping rest of  his Budweiser. Cora smirks at his threat and rolls her eyes and looks at Jo.

 "They are like so gonna be here soon. REMEMBER so hurry up....and don't forget the cash" Cora says with a plastic Barbie smile and storms off. Jo slowly looks at Richard still gulping down rest of his Budweiser.  As she starts to leave Richard grab tight to Jo tiny wrist. " Have fun. Baby . This night ...will be one you will never forget. Here. Take the money. Tell the coach I said hi" he says to Jo with a smooth demeanor one he did not have seconds ago . Numb by the feeling. Jo simply smiles and leave. 

She fumbles up to grab her things. Nothing much: her keys or janitor as she calls it, her wallet, lighter for Cora because she always losing hers and asking. A few books no less than three. Two normal and a color book. Pens and markers. Gum. Tissues. And charger. All stuff with way to much more crap in her old backpack cover in bumper stickers and buttons. 

Mom was down stairs taking pictures like it was a senior prom. Memory She always said before she would go over overboard with it. Ok not this time but for the most of the time. She goes over over board. Cora was enjoying every second of it. Posing and laughing like she was going to be cover of Seventeen .

 " Come down Jolie two pictures that's all then you can go " mom says. Jo stand by Cora and waited. click click. And one selfie of all three on mom's phone. Simple kiss on the check and wait let me email this to you Jolie second. Mom hold her close. “Thanks Jolie. We both need this. Love You sweetie” she said then wave goodbye. Jo hold her tight and whisper I love you before leaving. 

Cora was more than excited minus Jo was coming. In the car were the same three people as this morning . Jo walks slowly behind her nervous praying to baby Jesus. There was no one drunk and or cops would pull them over because of drunken foul . Newspaper reads poor loser dies when mom force her to socialize with others 

" Hey dumb shit let's go" Cora says sitting in the passenger seat. Jo looks back and wave goodbye once more. “ You won't believe how I got out. This space cake actually help me. And got cash. Was able to even score more than what I ask. Gonna have to bring my little pet often" Cora says laughing putting more of blood red lipstick on. A boy with a bad case of twitch looks at Jo like a glass of water in the desert.

 " So you visiting or something"he says looking at Jo.

 " No actually I been living her with Cora for months now. Hi name Jolie but you can call me Jo ”  Jo says trying not to give off the you smell like yucky weed face. He smiles and look at the girl sitting next to him, Farrah aka bestie who made out with you know who. She had black hair blue eyes look as perfect as Cora did.  Cora gets up from her seat and turn around. " Does anyone have like cigs or liquor on them. Babysitting lil dumbo here. Forgot to grab out daddy stash" Cora said. 

Jo look at everyone as no one offer her anything. " I got pop and some matches"  says like a silly head. The boy deadpans her then starts to bust out laughing. Pointing at her crying like he was Banzai from the Lion King .

 " I....I....I..Oh I like her. What is she like 2 and retarded. Pop and....and matches" he says giggling to himself. Fred turns around and curse at himself. " How we gonna have fun at a game with no fucking stuff" he says. Cora looks and whispers to him.Fred looks out to the road and makes a sharp turns around. 

After a few minutes pass. They pull up to an old grocery market in the center of the town. It late, deserted. Snow was falling gently like the beginning of a Christmas movie. Something that caught Jo eye so she did not realize it at first what was happening. Fred exchanges some looks at everyone and grab a flashlight got out and started to walk  towards the store. Follow by Farrah and Lex, the boy that was differently high. Cora was left behind checking herself once again. Jo rocking back and forth.

 " Cora Cora we made a wrong turn. We are not by the school anymore. What are we doing here. Mom and Richard are going to be worried. What happens if they stop by and we are not there…. Lord cheese crackers. That's it I’m texting her" Jo says stumbling around her bag freaking out. Cora making a fish look glancing in the mirror to see Jo still looking for her phone.

 " So you want to look  and act like a baby. Baby. Well congrats you are top of that list. Hey stop. We already heard the game gonna suck. Like we are gonna win and blah blah. Same thing every year. We already made new plans before we left. So either you suck it up and come in or stay out here in the cold till we come back"she says getting up and leaving Jo speechless. 

Jo watched as Cora catwalk in the store in the freezing cold in her high heels and small pink Michcal Kors jacket . Her phone in her hand she starts to text her mom.  She stops mid way texting her mom to see the pictures from earlier her mom sent her.  A long struggle Cora put her though. I’m not a baby. Just ... Okay I'm a baby. One that does not mind being the helper and loner. I bet Garrett would thinks that be fine. If he knew me. They playing a joke I just wait out here. I show who a baby Jo whisper to herself looking  out to the empty roads. Laying down in the back Jo looks up at the stars. Passing time till they come back out. It was quite. Only thing you could hear was the sound of the lights. Light of the street lights, neon or store lights. Then the cold breeze. Cold very cold breeze. She slowly gets up after a while when she realize she was all alone.

 Looking around again. She stops. Fudge It she pouts to herself.  Start to walk inside. See what was taking so long. The front of the store was locked . Chains and chains oh wait some more locked chains. Jo tried to look through but she could only see the outline of what looks to be a person. Jo following to the back to see a door with a rock keeping it open.

It looked like it was one of those vintage out a magazine stores. She came with her mom a few times but her mom prefer the one town over more populated and better selections.  Following the noise she heard laughter and arguments. Walking closer she sees a figure talking to Fred. Cora lending across closer to Fred but in a mid distance as she was waiting for her call. Farrah and Lex was smoking giggling at each other stupidity. Lex of course was the first to realize they weren't alone anymore. He strung his head to Fred and then he stop giggling.

 Screaming from afar it sound like mumbling. Lex closer smiles and says" Cops outside. Girlie" he says chuckling at Jo. Shaking her head no she looks around then back at him .

 " Uh....No. Just. No" Jo says. 

Fred strugs. " So you finally decided to come in we were betting. I guess we are technically all wrong. Cora and I said never, Lex said ten minutes, Farrah had no faith in you and said a second" Fred stops and laugh. Looking at his watch " 1 hour and 49 minutes. What were you doing ? It's freaking cold as ice breaks out there " Fred says with a devilish grin. 

The figure behind them upset throw it hands up  rushes off between the allies. 

" What is going on is this a joke" Jo says looking at Cora. Cora rolls her eyes " We are seniors in a boring ass hick town. We wanted to do something legendary so why not sneak into the town old ass market and party to dawn. Think of it as a senior prank. Look we did a nice thing. You are our  like well witness. The person that gets to spread it around and be the undergrad that was apart of history"Cora says proud of herself. 

 Jo shock not only by the coldness of emotions but the fact she was even numb by the blow. " I'm not getting in trouble. Why should I....anyway we can get caught. Trouble. I can't do trouble. I am not built for that . NO WAY JOSE I'm out where the nearest bus towards home or taxi" Jo says starting to go back outside looking at my phone for service. 

They tried to stop her reason with her best a couple of drunk and high teenagers could do.  Fred piss came from behind her grabs her collar of her shirt and pull her back. Jo clumsy stumbles back bumping her head against a rack  stack of photo chips  .  

An Hour Later 

 Jo woke up still a bit dizzy from the fall ice on her forehead laying on a stack of old Sunday newspaper. She holds the ice closer to the back of her head looks up. Fred was talking to Cora. Cora looks royalty piss like worse then the time Jo accidentally slipped paint on her expense Gucci shoes and Richard had to hold Cora back from killing Jo. Fred look back to see Jo walks to her with Lex.

 " Look. Kitten. You would mess up things. We are not doing anything wrong. Party till game ends clean up then leave. No ones out there everything close. So stay here like a good baby . And be grateful we are nice to a loser like you. You got it" he says with a mean tone pointing into her chest. Jo looks at him then glance at everyone else. Nothing. Empty. Still no figure. Jo shakes her head yes. Still feeling the pain with each nod. What could she do say. She was not tough brave. She was a baby.

Cora walk back with the figure. It walked passed everyone till it got to Jo. She could not tell it close arm distance to see who it was. Garrett. Shock and piss. And if Jo was not so dizzy from the hit him coming this close to her would have made pass out from all the excitement in going on in her body.  " I can't lose this job. You got till midnight. Then we are FUCKING though. Go get drunk in the parking lot all I care" he says looking back at the group pissed. He stops and glance at Jo. His eyes shift from pissed to concern.  Jo shock starts to open her mouth to say something but before anything he leaves once again.

 Fred rolls his eyes and brush it off as what's ever. Drunk now he grabs Cora and start to dance  with her to Lex mp3 player . They spend some more time drinking and smoking around the store. Jo sat still on the floor, glancing to the back a few times to see if he comes back.  After a while she was pulled back into reality and force to dance with Farrah. Who was as slutty as a video vixen. As time passed they either left to explore or grab some munchies aka find somewhere to make out . Jo decided to make the best of things and found a quiet spot closer to the vents with a cool  breeze. Reading one of her books in her zone her space. She stops mid paragraph mid word  death . There was something cutting her breeze.

 " You mine I chill here with you. Everyone hooking up and I'm not in the mood to smoke. Been trying to quite a few months ago the huh the smoking" a voice says. Jo shakes her head no looking at the page. Pain was not as intense but annoying . She looks up to see Garrett standing there. He looks down at you with his drop dead smile and glitter blue eyes piercing back at you. Garrett sits down and looks at the book Jo was reading, " Good book. So much irony. Jo is that your real name" he says still holding the book in his big marvel  hands. Jo shakes her head no. Surprise not only he knew her name but it being his first question " Jolie. Its huh Jolie. Most people call me Jo. Before you ask kinda. My dad  used to call me Jo Jo. Why" she says trying to default all her butterflies away.

 Garrett smiles a bit bigger. He looked away for a second then back to her. She was mesmerized at his face eye darted to his pink lips. GOD THOSE KISS READY LIPS. " Jolie. That's pretty beautiful . Fits you more then Jo. Mind I call you that Jolie not Jo. I seen you around. I think we got classes together. How your head" he says looking up at her head. Jo slowly touches it wincing at the pain. 

 " Gym, English lit, and something else" he stops he was closer to her and takes her bag while she wasn't paying attention. Smiling with such charm he starts going though. " Running away huh. That never helps anything, Jolie" he says playfully. Jo smiles iffy about the name but he sure changing that" I’m not runway no more. Or at least NOT now. That's to help me remember a reason to stay. Can't believe even you " she says scratching back of her ear. She stops and look at him. Garrett smiles and goes through her bag not fully pay attention.

 " Well I’m happy. You would have kept me alone with these drunk horny retards. Dang. Jolie got a lot of stuff.  Cool stuff. Wait why the keys and fake tattoos. No nope these must have a story" he says looking through the fake tattoos. Jo smiles. " Dad said more keys you have the more opportunities you have. Now I’m pushing endless. A lot of them it's like endless stories.Ideas” Jo says trying not to blush. 

He scoop a bit closer still looking through her things. His dirty blonde hair was the perfect blend of messy with a purpose. Match with a scent that always drove her crazy it was a mixture of lumber wood and sex appeal. She has been close to him but mostly back of his head in class or behind him in gym class. Never out of class never him coming to her. Was it that he was bored and she seems easy.  Or was he really put on babysitting duties. She wasn't sure she really wasn't. But for a quick second before it clicks into reality she just decided to enjoy it. Garrett look up to speak, interrupting Jo inner thoughts. 

" Don't see any pictures of your boyfriend how come. Or girl-" Jo interrupts him " Boyfriend. BOYS. MEN. I mean I'm single" she says looking at him  as he took out a pop and a bag of chips. He glances at her for her approval. Nodding. " My turn. More of a statement. You don't have to baby me. Or whatever they have you doing. And I'm not that type. That take you against some canned food or on the cold ass floor. I'm sure you can understand" Jo said looking at him. He freezes with sour cream and onion flavor chips in his hand and stuff in his mouth. Chewing slowly he just look at her confused . Clearing her throat. " I mean. What about you any special girl in your life" she says cursing at herself for saying something. 

He smiles at her with that million dollars just won the lottery smile. " No. But I do have my eye on a girl to be honest. But it complicated. And I sorry. I can imagine what it looks like. Me here. You. But reality is I just feel your more my speed" he stop and look at a have no clue Jo" Sober. Good vibes. Cool" he says drinking some of the pop. She wanted to smile so bad blush even. Text her mom the cool news. Her mom knew from there little talks she had a crush on Garrett.  But instead she just said nothing. "So this girl. Why not tell her. What she some cheerleader or something" Jo says trying to hide the bit of jealous for this girl. Garrett struggles and blushed a bit. " No. She actually new here. And she no cheerleader. She way way  more fucking prettier them those dust bag. Smarter too. She also a bit younger not much . Not sure she likes a guy like me" he says looking down at the bag of chips. 

Jo hated this girl already no name or face but she hated her more than anything. "Hey uh Garrett. As a girl who shares class with you. This girl she be stupid no borderline retarded beyond repair  if she doesn't like you... Hey want do something fun out of my bag" she said to him trying to change the subject before she confessed her undying  love for him in the middle of a grocery store. He glances up after a long thought. And says yes. They talk a lot more. What they thought of class today. Taste and music. List was endless. She for once did not feel alone or afraid or even flushed by being by this close to Garrett. Instead she felt normal like the girl she used to be before moving here.

Garrett looking at his cool new panda bear with roses and bar wire, " It must be hard. Coming here. Not really belonging anywhere both at school and home. If it makes you feel better it's the same with me, Jolie. I kinda want to confess something" he starts to say. The alarm on his phone went off. Damn he whispered to himself. He looks at Jo sipping on some water listening to his music, Foo Fighters. " Have to do rounds. Want to come with. Also with what Fred did kinda don't want to leave you behind, Jolie" he whispered into her ear. Nodding at the delight of continuing this affairs or the omfg this isn't happening tour. They walked side by side down each row.  Jo looking up at him as he talked about the job, his family or the many stories he smile and laugh as he told her. 

" Hey tour guide. Do you know if we get a bathroom break. The water getting to me" she said trying to hold her pee. Garrett smiles down at her as she did her pee pee dance. " Sure but I might have to meet stay outside" he says.

 He stop by these old metal swinging doors. She looked back and sneak in. Garrett stood watch with his flashlight. The hallway was dark and musty. A few old lights winging from the ceiling. The bathroom was in worse condition. Dirty. Smelly. Something even the best horror novelist couldn't even make up. She lends over and tries to go. The old metal door starts to open. Creek creek. Jo gets up a little to see what it was. Nothing but a shadow. Unsure what to think she turns around for some toilet paper. Footsteps now . Heavy as a meter. Stomping towards her. She froze her hand press on each side of the stall . The footsteps stop in front of her. Jo mouth open a little to slow her breathing. She couldn’t tell whatever it was.She tried to listen to see if someone else was here. Jo slowly put her feet up close to her and lends towards her legs to her chest. A sharp sounds goes across the door. Jo shivering trying not to scream. Froze. Keep it together just a joke she thought. She tilts her head to the side to peak. It was gone. What or who ever wasn't there. She waited a little to make sure it was gone. She opens the door to peak. Nothing. She gulp and rush out as fast she can. Not even a hair or turtle could catch up to her. As the doors swing open. She landed right in Garrett strong arms for the second time and one day . She held him tight her head dodged into his chest. Only thing that stops her for crying was the warm touch he gave as he rubbed her back.  But it did not stop the fact she was freaked out by what just happened to her. 

" What wrong you ok? " Garrett said still holding her. She said nothing just hold him tight her head on his chest looking down at his sneakers. He looked down at her. Nothing but the head of curls and a silent whimper.  Under her breath she says" something was down there with me". He looks up at the door. " We have a lot of rats was what scared you. It's alright shi-" he start to say. 

" No a person. A shadow was there. Watching me. I want to go home now" she said still holding him. Using his shirt as a tissue as her tears roll off her face. He shocked his head pissed. 

" That bitch ass jerk" he says quietly to himself. 

" I bet Fred did this. Does not know when to stop come on let's find him" he says grabbing at her small wrist. 

They were all laughing smoking a joint. " You're freaking dead. Now Fred" Garrett says rushing right to Fred forgetting he was still holding Jo wrist. Fred turns at Garrett and Jo then back at everyone else. " What the fuck you talking about" he says laughing at him. Garrett was mad. He glances at Jo who was giving him Bambi eyes then at him. " That real cool. You scared her half to death. She literally came out to me screaming like she saw the fucking devil. Look at her" he says shaking Jo. Jo for the first time look up out of her daze. Fred blows out big poof of smoke at Garrett and Jo. " Really like. Bro you sniffing to many things of white out again . That never happened. Whatever that  baby got scared of must of been her own shadow. I was with Farrah checking out the joint. Cora was here with Lex sleeping off the liquor" he says licking his top lip. 

Jo looks at Cora who face look puzzled. As if he not saying something. Farrah was standing by Lex fighting something she wanted to say. Jo tug at Garrett shirt. She leaned in close to him on her tippy toes. " Garrett it's fine. Can we just chill it" she said to him then glanced at Farrah and Fred. Garrett still mad makes a mad face then turn to apologize to Fred. Fred piss off walk away with no other than Farrah behind him. Cora upset shakes her head and mouth the words  you slut. Hope you choke on a stick. Garrett looks at Jo then walks towards the others with his head down. Cora was now screaming at the top of lungs at Fred.Garrett rushes up to Fred and tries to calm him down as if the last five minutes never happened. Jo looks at Cora storming pass her. Cora was sitting on cashier filing her nails. 

" You ok. Cora" Jo said sincerely . Cora looks at her then raises her eyebrow up.

" I'm not stupid. I know that bottom eater is doing. I'm popular duh. But I have my limit. Doing it and being so obvious in front of people. That does it. Twice a day" she says to a puzzled face Jo " I know what you saw today. Damn thing went around faster than a twit. No one thing. May you my witness. Who ever does Cora wrong gets put on the freaking list" she said still filing her nails. Jo look at her then back at Fred. " If you knew why then be with him. There much more guys heck captions then him" she said looking at her. Cora looks at her and then walk away.

 Garrett walk right past her to Jo . " Hey Jolie. I need your help. I need to get the key. Thought I had them on me but mines are the wrong ones. Master keys in the office. Door locked everything shut down. Can you stay here. Keep watch. I'm gonna take Lex so nothing happens. He kinda upset" he says looking at Jo. 

She glanced at him then shook her head yes. She watched him leave. Placing her hands up above her head she tries to focus. As she started to walk she remembers something. Earlier the figure she saw. Was it something or just her imagination. She had to figure it out. Garrett won't do that . At least she hope not. She had to figure out was it  and the one in the bathroom is the same.

Looking at the car Jo then rushes to Fred and Farrah talking.

 "Look Freddie. She knows Lex knows why not just be together. We had sex. We make out alot why not" Farrah said trying to touch Fred face. Pushing her hand down he starts to laugh. " Look I’m starting to sober up so let me make this quick because it's kinda sad. You're like an on the street bootleg of a movie. Might think it's a good deal. Because it's cheap and looks like the real deal but always mess up quality and a waste of money. Cheap worthless. Lex told me he only with you because you give it out.Cora a real girl. I have to fight for her. You I smile and give you a second attention and your hook. What? " he says looking at Jo. 

Looking back at Cora then at them. " You should at least have the respect and talk to her. I get it. It's a joke. On me. The noises the playing with me when I was in the bathroom. It's not funny. We are already in trouble so let's just go" Jo says. Fred laughs at her then walks towards Cora. Farrah upset starts to walk off. Jo afraid of anyone leaving by themselves follows her.

 " Wait wait. It's not safe" Jo says running behind her. There was a creepy creak coming from behind but far enough that even if you tried you could hear it. 

" What do you want. Im piss and you're not helping" Farrah says still walking. Jo looks back again. There was the sound again. No one heard it.  " Look I don't know is still part of the prank. But I'm over it. I saw you when I was in the car, when I was using the bathroom. You running away now is letting him win. Now if I can put pass the silly nonsense you guys are doing so can you. You deserve better then a descent 3rd division college player that gonna be either back here working at some depressing job if he smart get a bookie to do all his work or a mid wage in some middle state overweight loser. Either way. He not worth it. You're not perfect but you don't deserve to be treated like horse poop" Jo said. She was upset. She was upset that this was happening she really only wanted to be home with her mom. Safe. Nope  instead she trying to pump up a you can do the high road to the school slut. Farrah came and raise her hand to slap Jo. " It wasn't a joke. On you. You're not worth it. You're seeing things. We was smoking a joint when we first got inside then we.....we..... we found this weird place. In the back.  Fill of old meat and big ass fucking knifes. Some straight A fucking shit. He wants to do it but I couldn’t. So after we play around broke something crap and left" she stopped and started to walk back towards the group. She stops " Thanks. You're actually cool. Cora was wrong" still walking. There was the noise again. The never ending feelings someone calling for you but know no ones behind you. Then that's when it happened. All at once. 

They were taken.  

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Drinks Are On Me.

Anon asked: Can you do a Wanda x reader with 2 and 55 but like angst to fluff?? Please and thank you!! ❤️

2. “Stay here tonight.”

55. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Bartender!Wanda x CEO!Reader

A/N: not necessarily angsty, sorry, but it’s a little fluffy, and romantic.

Warnings: There’s a creepy dude who tries to be a douche, but nothing really bad in those terms. There is also heavy NSFW, but I can’t tag it in the tags, or else tumblr will hid it from the search and I’ll have to put it up for review, so NSFW will by under the cut, aight?

You weaved through the crowd, trying to find an empty place at the bar. It was a busy Friday night at the Maximoff’s Lounge, and music flowed throughout the main floor, punctuated by rich laughter from corners of the room. You managed to steal an empty seat at the counter. 

As the week ended, you were suppose to spend the evening with a supposed “New love interest” according to you best friend, share some drinks at the fancy new bar in Midtown. As much as you wanted to enjoy yourself, the new love interest was one of the creepiest men in the entirety of New York. About an hour into the evening, and multiple attempt to grab your backside and chest, you excused yourself to get another drink, eyes threatening to water. Emotionally preparing yourself for another grueling hour of conversation with walking, talking, Sleaze-Master 5000. 

You put your face in your hands groaning internally. “What am I doing here?” you muttered to yourself.

“Is everything okay?” A woman asked from the other side of the counter.

You looked up and were met with a beautiful woman with sloping features and a quiet smile. Her eyes were luminous, a kaleidoscope of colours ranging between blues, greens and gray. She was dressed in a breezy dark grey button down and tight black slacks. The woman offered you a warm, easy smile.

You sniffed a little and wiped your eye delicately. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Is there anything i can get you?” She asked kindly. “A drink, maybe?”

“Oh,” You were shook back into reality. “I’m not sure, actually. Any specialties?”

The woman leaned against the bar. “I make a killer lime daiquiri. It might be a good pick me up. Sound alright?”

You nodded, watching her set to work. “Tonight’s busy, isn’t it?”

“You should see this place during New Years; it’s a full house, even the rooftop,” she responded while pouring rum into a shaker. 

“I can imagine,” You took a deep breath, massaging your shoulder and stretching out your neck.

The woman raised her eyebrows but grinned. “Are you okay? Let me guess; running away from a terrible date?”

You chuckled. “That obvious?”

She pulled out a bottle of syrup. “Yup. Let me guess; is he sleazy?”

“Kinda.”

“A Scumbag?”

“Sorta”

“The Bourgeois?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

“Well that’s a shitty date if I’ve ever known,” she shrugged before shaking the cocktail mixer. Every movement and flare was filled with grace and clear experience. She poured the beverage into a tall, margarita-like glass and garnished it with a wedge of lime.

“I guess I’m just... Kind of bored,” You explained. “I spend everyday in the office for about ten hours for the past six years. I work my way up the corporate ladder to a CEO position. And then when I try to go out with some jerk like tonight, he degrades me and treats me like some simpleton.”

She lid you the drink and whistled. “That’s pretty harsh, Miss.”

“I know.” You sipped the drink, savoring the tartness and the sight burn. “Oh my god, this is fantastic.”

The woman grinned modestly, taking a towel and resting it on her shoulder. “Good, yeah?”

You nodded, licking your lips. Her eyes flicked down to your mouth, clearly intrigued. You gazed up at her through your lashes.

You shifted. “I’ve told you a lot about my woes, and I haven’t even given you a name.”

“Let me guess.” She said. “Josephine? Leslie? Gertrude?”

“Y/N,” You responded, a smile flickering on your lips. “Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N,” the woman rolled your name on her tongue. “That’s pretty.” 

Heat crawled up your neck. “What about you? what’s your name?”

She leaned in. “Aren’t you going to guess?”

You considered. “Michelle?”

“Nope.”

“Um, Natasha?”

“Nadda.”

“Elizabeth?”

“Lovely, but no.”

You threw your hands up. “Okay, I give up! I have no clue!” 

She chuckled. “Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.”

You stopped mid sip, eyes widening. “Maximoff? As in, the Maximoff’s Lounge?”

Wanda nodded, leaning against the bar once more. Her face was radiant.

“Wow, I had no idea you owned this place. It takes a lot of effort and perseverance to own your a business,” you lowered the glass. “That’s pretty damn impressive.”

“Thanks,” Wanda wiped down an area of the bar. “I own the place with my brother, Pietro. It took us years to get enough money and coverage to actually buy a place and set up shop. But it was worth it.”

You listened intently, watching the way her eyes flickered with focus as she recalled the past. 

“Hey, baby, why’d you slip off?” A hand wound itself around your waist, dangerously close to your rear end. “I was missing you.”

You discreetly rolled your eyes and Wanda smirked. 

“I was just getting a drink,” You turned to your “date”, moving so that he was no longer touching you. Jesus, he seemed even greasier than you remembered. “Okay, look, you seem like a nice guy, but I’m just not really interested right now. I’m sorry for wasting your night, alright? Have a good one.” 

Just as you turned back to Wanda and your drink, there was a firm hand on your arm. The grip was tight enough to bruise. 

Your date’s mouth leered next to your face, reeking of alcohol. “Come on, baby, the night is still young, I can show you a good time.”

You cringed away, visibly disgusted. “Um, no. You’re drunk, and acting like a creep. Leave me alone.”

He was persistent, about to say something, but Wanda intervened.

“Hey, buddy, she said back off.”

You looked to her, and smiled. 

Your date begrudgingly released your arm, and stalked off to the exit, walking out the door.

“I guess I’m paying for drinks tonight,” you started to pull out your wallet.

Wanda put a hand up, smile still on her face. “No, it’s fine. Drinks are on me.”

You tried to argue, but she seemed resolute.

“Can I repay you somehow? Buy you a coffee, or something” You asked. “When does your shift end?”

She checked her watch. “Give me two hours, okay?”

Two hours later, You were laughing as Wanda recounted tales of her earlier life. The two of you were sat outside a 24/7 cafe drinking coffee and sharing a pumpkin muffin.

“I can’t believe that! Did you actually skip prom and hitchhike all the way to Detroit?” You asked, peeling away the muffin wrapper.

Wanda nodded. “Yup, and that was possibly the best impromptu vacation ever. Even though I was grounded for two months when I came back.”

You laughed in disbelief. Your hand traveled along the table to Wanda’s hand was, fingers brushing against the rings and bracelets that adorned her hand. 

Her eyes landed on yours and you bit your lip. Wanda swallowed thickly, and you watched the way her hair fell against her neck. You wanted to kiss the spot just under her ear.

You leaned forward and pecked her on the lips, pulling away just as quickly. before you could apologize for your brash action, Wanda reached out and held your face, kissing you deeply, tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You gasped in surprise.

She looked into your eyes before murmuring gently. “Take me home.”

You nodded, standing up to hail a taxi.

The two of you stumbling through the front door. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or being dizzy with lust, but the night passed in a pleasant, hot haze. 

You remembered falling forward onto the bed, straddling Wanda. Slipping your fingers into her mouth, consumed by the heat that enveloped each digit. The press of your bodies became overwhelmingly wonderful as she kissed the sensitive spots near your collarbone. You remembered the sweet taste of her skin on your lips as you sucked hickies onto her neck, hearing her moan and pull you closer and closer. You remembered your fingers pushing into her tight heat, rubbing and teasing, obeying her noises of pleasure. You remembered falling over the edge, body seizing and gasping, letting Wanda take control.

The two of you laid there until Wanda rolled over and cradled you. Drifting off into blissful oblivion, You murmured before you could stop yourself.

“Stay here tonight.”

Wanda did not hesitate. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You slumbered peacefully.

[writingsofmyimagination]

Restraint Ch.6

Yoongi x Reader, Vampire AU, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT(YAY!) penetration, BDSM themes(bondage, oil, oversensitivity stuff), Blood play stuff.

Word Count:3004

Summary: As Jungkooks best friend recently moved to Seoul, there is one of the boys you have yet to meet. This one has a dark secret and has to use all the restraint he can to control himself around you.

HAPPY NEW YEAR and HAPPY READING :)

Please reblog if you enjoy. Tumblrs tagging is still super dodge!

Links to other chapters in my bio! :) 

Your head was saturated with drowsiness, all the exhaustion from the day battering your body all at once. Not to mention the fact you’d overloaded yourself on takeaway that Jungkook insisted he’d order for you as you’d skipped out on dinner.

“Hey Y/N, come on” Jungkook’s silvery voice whispered shrugging his shoulder where your head was resting happily. You was scrunched up cosily in an upright foetal position, your weight being mostly caught by Kook. The credits were rolling as you scanned the sofas for any other signs of life. All the others were shuffling about wearily heading towards their rooms. You returned multiple weary goodnights to the boys and headed for Yoongi’s studio. You merged and became one with the sofa beds comfy-ness around you.

 You stirred as a gentle click caught your attention, you twisted to face into the room and stared into the complete blackness.

“It’s rude to stare” a disembodied voice spoke out of nowhere, your heart put itself on hold for a beat.

“Jesus Yoongi, we don’t all have super senses you know” the shock had you pumped awake with un-needed adrenaline.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I can walk around like a ghost but the world around me lets me down” He clicked on a small lamp on his desk illuminating the sea of knobs, dials and buttons on his equipment. The voice now had a body attached to it, his skin almost moonlight in itself. He was wearing just black trackies

“Now you’re actually staring” he mused bending down and opening a small mini fridge full of large sealed plastic cups filled with what could only be blood. You smiled guiltily and half buried your face.

“I just needed to get one of these” he said taking one of the cartons.

“You can’t honestly still be hungry after today?”

“Technically not hungry no, but I’ve craved it since you decided to take a joy ride” the slight dance of his pupils and his half smirked showed no regret.

“Oh” you paused slightly surprised “Well I’m here you know, you only have to ask” offering yourself up again.

“It’s something I’d never ask and you need rest” he lent up against his desk, both hands over the side. The veins on his pale hands popped like a map, they were irrationally sexy for just hands. “Besides if I were to take from you it would only end one way, pigs blood doesn’t quite have the same side effect” he continued

“And that’s a bad thing?” you shuffled fully onto your side facing him, squeezing your thighs together.

“Why Y/N you have such inhuman hunger” he chuckled “How on earth do mortal men handle you?”

“They don’t” you responded sitting up and crossing your legs in your baby pink night shirt with some almost pointless loose black short shorts.

“Not anymore they won’t anyway” his tone diffused into a deeper possessive tone.

“And why’s that?” you still sounded bright and playful.

“Because you’re with me” his face remained calm with a sense of neutrality.

“Well if that’s your way of asking me out I’m going to politely decline, at least take a girl on a date first” your face beamed, full of cheeky ambition. The sweet melody of your heart exciting was his new favourite sound. He made his way over to the bedside each step your pulse grew louder and louder. Yoongi crawled onto the bed like the beautifully designed predator he was, you leant back enticing him to lean further and he caught your lips hungrily.

“You won’t dare deny me this though will you princess” his hand smoothly made its way up your thigh until his palm pressed firmly over your clothed bud. You responded with a sharp intake of breath tangling your hands in his hair

“No” you admitted.

“So you want to play?” he whispered in your ear.

“Mmm” you replied. His face contorted into a wicked excitable grin, his fangs teasing at the top of his gums.

“Do you trust me to fully restrain you?” he asked with all seriousness, your arms were now pinned in his grip above your head.

“Do you trust you?” you asked with equal sincerity.

“For the moment”

“For the moment?” you quizzed amusedly wanting clarification.

“We’ll have to be very careful with stuff like that whenever I’ve been away for a while, human blood can get addictive and especially being away from how yours tastes could be dangerous” You took a moment and allowed this to digest before replying more playfully

“Again who say’s I’m yours to come back to, that’s not now” Yoongi smiled shyly, he couldn’t believe he’d met someone as calm and laid back about the whole vampire thing as much as it worried him he was in complete awe of you.

“Just remember the safe word”

“Rain” you reminded yourself out loud.

“Good girl” he sat back and glided his hands up your loose shirt stroking your sides until he reached your chest and massaged your breasts with a force awaking up all the right desires.

“Eyes closed, wait there” the commanding tone knocking your body into a fully aroused state.

“You’re going to look perfect all helpless for me” You obeyed and scrunched your eyes with blossoming anticipation. The sliding of a couple of draws only rose your anticipation levels. The cool metal clinked and cooled the skin on your wrists as your arms dropped above your head in defeat. Your eyes being closed became an obsolete notion as YG slid a blindfold over your head, you bent your knees and planted your feet onto the bed.

“I’m going to give you some of my blood but you need to take it from my wrist”

“You what? Why?” your shock elevated the pitch of your voice, you scrunched up your face at the thought of the grossness.

“You need the energy and just trust me you’ll thank me” you would love to gauge his expression, his voice certainly gave nothing away.

“Fine but do it quickly” Yoongi was straddling your waist, moments later his wrist was pressed to your lips requesting entrance. You braced yourself for the disgusting taste, the warm semi-viscous liquid hit your tongue and began drowning your taste buds with a coppery sweetness you didn’t expect. A guttural moan trickled from his lips as you swallowed. The moments passing were oddly sensual, you knew he was probably completely lost in the sight of you; his crimson staining your lips. His thumb politely caught a rouge drop escaping down your cheek and rubbed it back your lips.

Within a few minutes it hit you, you took a huge breath as if it was first; your body erupted overwhelming you with senses. All your nerve endings igniting blissfully. You’d never done drugs but fucking hell this felt like pure ecstasy.  Even though blindfolded you became aware of everything, your ears pricked at even the smallest sounds; his sweet scent mixed with the coppery smell of the pigs blood bombarded your nose. His weight on you now felt miniscule, he traced his fingertips delicately down your arms; his skin on yours felt like a constant buzz of static electricity flowing straight to your brain which must be sending dopamine in response.

“OMG!” you breathed “Is this what it’s like for you all the time?” you managed. How anyone could stay this heightened for an extended period of time was beyond you.

“Pretty much, our body can withstand it though, for humans it a high in the purest form and temporarily heightens your senses and dampens any pain responses” you were sure he was sat smirking at you amusement rich on his face. His lips nipped at your neck, fangs slightly grazing the surface before he kissed gently. You gasped, with your nerves on overdrive it felt so much more.

“See I told you you’d thank me, now just imagine how it will feel when you cum for me”. His own eyes flickered with his anticipation of his own, he’s never wanted to see anyone so consumed by pleasure as he did you.

“Now we don’t need this anymore” he tugged at your shirt feebly, gripping near the collar with both hands and tore the fabric like it was paper exposing your chest to the assault of YG’s hands and mouth. You squeezed your restricted thighs together tighter in an attempt to ease the ache he’d created.

“Don’t think so baby” he climbed off you and tapped your thigh to stop as he left the bed again. He quickly removed your shorts. He grabbed your ankles one by one and coated them with fur-lined cuffs

“This should stop that” he clicked something into place in the cuffs, your legs now spread shoulder width apart and that’s where they were staying.

“How you feeling baby?” Yoongi asked genuinely, you doubted he needed your verbal affirmation with the extent of your arousal soaking between your legs and your excited heartbeat.

“Could do with a hand to be honest” you quipped playfully, even though the ache within you was a taught bend ready to snap. He exhaled a chuckle which you heard with perfect clarity.

“Like this?” he palmed your heat, you wailed, it felt almost as strong as a climax in itself. You pressed your hips harder into hand

“Fuck Y/N” he exclaimed in a heavy breath.

“The way you look and smell for me right now is incredible”

“Stop staring and smelling and do something” you pleaded quite politely considering your inner desperation.

“You’re not in a situation where you’re in control princess” he slithered down and inhaled your sensitive nipple into his mouth and lavished it with his tongue, he mouth moved up slightly onto your breast and locked his lips, you felt your skin buckle and pierce under his canines. This small prick of pain was nothing compared to his fingers now inside you beckoning to the ceiling. You were grateful you was in a room with soundproofing as the uncontrollably loud moan escaping your lips filled the room. You pushed your head hard into the pillow as you strained against your soft restraints. The pressure in your muscles already preparing for the release, you felt his mouth loosen and fangs retract consciously.

“Keep going” you beckoned. He purred from deep within his chest and sank his teeth back in fully and with more pressure. The reapplication of pressure and pain knocking your muscles around his fingers into a frenzy of spasms. He bit harder in his enjoyment of your climax causing you to wince, you was about cry ‘rain’ when he stopped and his mouth jumped straight to yours inhaling your moans. Your blood transferred from his lips leaving a coppery taste as your tongues twisted together. “1” he breathed “Where’s your favourite place to be touched?” Yoongi asked after you’d both managed to maintain steady breaths.

“Down the centre of my back I guess” you responded, eager to see where this was going. You didn’t have to wait long.

Your legs were pulled and with his strength flipped you over onto your front easily.

“Up” he demanded, you bumbled your way onto all fours. He re-joined you back on the bed and pressed his hips to your behind, disappointing and frustratingly his hard cock was still clothed. The tips of his fingers drew a line down your spine, his naturally cold skin exaggerating the tingles felt. You gently pressed back into him, he retraced over the line but this time scraping his nails dragging a hiss through your teeth. Pain and pleasure seamlessly merging into one.

“Does this princess like it rough” Yoongi asked through his own teeth. Your response lacked words and was more of a dep guttural sound.

//SMACK//

His palm crashed into your behind lurching you forward with a wail.

“Use your words” he ordered with a sound not dissimilar to a snarl.

“Yes” You responded desperation spilling into your voice. You felt a slight shift of his weight before you was hissing through closed lips again, hot oil now burning, seeping into your skin along your spine. The heat flooding your system like lava. He gripped at your shoulders before spreading the oil covering your back.

“How does everything feel baby?” now running the palm of his hand over the swell of your ass.

“Incredible” your body was overrun with endorphins your head was clouding over. You sighed relieved as you felt him shuffle out of his bottoms. Finally! You thought.

He leaned against you from behind and gripped your hair and sat back on his calves yanking you back onto his member with ease. You both moaned deeply in sync at the blissful sensation. Instinctively you started moving yourself on him

//SMACK//

His hand left a pleasant sting on the side of your ass.

“Don’t move, I’m in control of your pleasure!” you stilled obediently, your quads were starting to ache as were your restrained wrists. Yoongi pushed his hips up and into you agonizingly slowly, it wasn’t long before you was craving more.

“Please” you begged feeling your body reaching its breaking point of what it could cope with.

“Please what?” he spoke in between deep grunts.

“Faster please, I need to, I can’t” he slammed into you. His thrust would have knocked you flying if one of his hands was not gripped at your hip.

“Fuck” you cried, feeling there are really no other appropriate words. “I need to cum” you whined desperately finishing one of your previous sentences. Your muscles were straining holding onto too much tension, as heavenly this was your body was coming undone.

“Nothing stopping you”

Your orgasm ripped through like you’d never experienced, you couldn’t divert any of it through moving. You’re moaning and expletives stopped when your contracting muscles exhausted themselves.

“2” Yoongi counted a loud. He unclicked the bar from your ankle cuffs, you thankfully shuffled onto your back and stretched your legs dissipating the ache.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked slipping of the blindfold. Bracing yourself to adjust to the lights but of course there wasn’t much, just the yellow haze from the table lamp.

“For what?” you decided to ask cautiously, your body drowned from the flood of chemicals. At this point you could feel the high draining from your system leaving your muscles spent. Even in the dim light the grin reaching devilishly across his face was obvious, his fangs broke up the visual of is plump blood stained lips. Yoongi spread your legs and knelt in-between them, hands locked into yours; like two long lost days fitting together as day and night. Yoongi yanked you with his left arm catapulting you up, his other hand rested in the curve of your back supporting you as gently lowered yourself onto him. Hands were clasping at his shoulders tightly.

“Does my cock make you feel good?” Yoongi asked breathily into your mouth between sloppy kisses.

“Oh oppa yes” your mouth spilled without speaking. He stilled you on him eyes a blaze in the darkness.

“Mmm you can call me that again princess” he purred nipping precisely at your bottom lip coaxing a trickle of blood from the puncture. Yoongi relishing in your essence even more when your hips gyrated “Lean back a bit baby” Yoongi asked panting outstretching his legs and widening them slightly allowing your behind to dip slightly to rest on the sofa bed with your legs still wrapped around his waist. You supported yourself having your hand tangled in his hair, your other arm stabilising your from behind. His hips bucked up into you, each thrust hitting you deeply, your body was riddled with a sweet throbbing oversensitivity which only escalated when his thumb began to make small ministrations on your clit.

“Yoongi I can’t” you stuttered concerned your body wouldn’t be able to deal with the orgasm rapidly building.

“C’mon baby just one more for me” he beckoned, his own hip movements becoming more erratic. Your whole body convulsed as the shattering climax took sole control of you, every neuron and muscle fired, sparking a wave of pleasure ripping through you. Crying out in a cocktail of bliss, sensitivity and exhaustion your grip around his neck tightened and with your remaining strength you pulled up. Your heaving, sweat coated bodies closer together as he groaned out your name into your neck his cock twitching inside you.

“Rain Rain!” exclaiming breathlessly alerting Yoongi you was done. Yoongi smiled a sweetly satisfied smile brushing your damp hair out of your face. “Okay princess threes enough” You collapsed next to one another, the heat radiating of you Yoongi felt competing with his own cool skin. He turned on his side giving you more space.

“Thank you” your head turned to his direction confused.

“I thought I was supposed to be thanking you?” your throat was dry making your voice slightly coarse.

“Well yes but I’ve never done that with anyone before so thank you for making it incredible” You still had no idea what he was on about this notion obviously reached your eyes and manipulated your facial expression.

“Given anyone my blood in that quantity before sex” he explained. You heart fluttered with flattery.

“How come?”

“Never really wanted to, it’s one of the most intimate and personal things a vampire can do with someone” his explanation continuing.

“Well I guess that makes me special then” your cheeks tinted a light pink, Yoongi was able to see with perfect clarity.

“Yes it does” He fished his bottoms from the floor and redressed his lower half.

“It also means that in the vampire community we’re married now” His face was blind to you, he sounded serious well he always did so that wasn’t much to go on. Anger and panic swirled in the pit of your stomach, eyes wide with shock. Yoongi’s teasing laugh hit you

“Just kidding, your face” he admitted still chuckling to himself.

“Min Yoongi! Get out!” You retaliated playfully.

[rogue-barnes-16]

SWEET

Request: Can I please request an imagine where Bucky falls in love with a nerdy, sweet, innocent, short (I’m 4ft 10 1/2in btw LOL) Kindergarten teacher (I’m also a kindergarten teacher😂). They meet when she takes the kids on a field trip to the museum (the one that has all of the Captain America and Bucky stuff), they talk a lot and he asks her on a date + he introduces her to Steve and Sam as his girlfriend + Bucky being soft for the reader + sweet kisses, cuddles, and hugs.💜

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x teacher!Reader

Genre: super Fluffy

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Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt

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Warnings: none (?)

A/N: wanna hear something funny? I read it wrong. Like the whole request, so I had to delete what I'd written and write it again (why am I such a mess?) and THEN tumblr deleted it after I had finished it. Anyway, I hope the wait was worth it, enjoy <3

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I didn't want to go to the Smithsonian to see the expo of Captain Fuckin' America all over again, but Natasha insisted that they had modified it, and that I sure had to go and see it all over again.

I was walking towards one of the newly added panels when a little kid bumped into my leg. "Fuck!" I turned around just in time to see the kid falling on his butt. "God 'm sorry" I kneeled in front of him to check if he was okay.

I heard rushed steps that preceded the view of a girl kneeling in front of me. "what did I say about running?-I'm sorry" she added, giving me an apologetic smile.

"I'm the one who's sorry" I smiled at her, but she wasn't even looking in my direction.

"Miss Y/n!" the woman turned around to look at a bunch of little kids that were now approaching us "look, It's Bucky Barnes!" the whole group started to squeal excited.

"Oh- I-" Y/n was finally looking at me with wide eyes and lips parted, and for the first time, I was able to see how damn beautiful she was. "Oh" she repeated, letting out nervous chuckle.

Her eyes, along with the children's ones and the few people's in the museum, were too much for me to deal with. "I-I'm sorry again. Have- have a good... time" I muttered, beaming at her before getting up to leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

"Okay, kids, let's go pick things up" I said, smiling at the children while I grabbed the keys. I opened the five lockers where they had left their things, and then, after checking the number on my key, I looked for mine.

At the beginning of the trip, I had asked one of the receptionists to store my things while I helped the kids, in order to save some time. And, of course, they had to choose a locker from the third row.

Right before I left to ask for help, Bucky Barnes entered in the room and, flashling me a smile, he walked to his locker.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped to him and tapped his shoulder. "I'm- I don't want to bother but my things... They're in that locker and" he looked at the locker I was pointing at. "I kinda-" c'mon, say it, I thought, it's not like he hasn't seen you. "God this is so embarrassing" I let out a nervous chuckle "I'm too short to reach it, could you-"

He let out a chuckle. "sure. Gimme your key?" I gave it to him and waited besides him. "here" he called my attention, carefully handing me my bag.

The corners of my mouth twitched when, instead of giving me my jacket, he held it for me to put it on "Thank you so much"

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"No worries, Y/n" I gnawed my lip nervously before adding something else. "it's Y/n right?" she, biting back a grin, nodded.

"well, thank you anyway... Bucky." she replied, looking up at me enough time to see the blush creeping over my neck and ears. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of us. "I should get g-"

"Did you like the expo?" I blurted out, feeling incredibly unhappy about her leaving.

She looked at me, with a spark of surprise and confusion in her eyes. "yeah. I actually come with the kids often." I nodded, my mind buzzing, trying to find a way to keep the conversation going. "Did you like it?"

Sadly, I heard her question after I had spoken, and not before. "would you like to grab a coffee?" her lips parted and her eyes widened, I realized I should have thought twice. "God 'm sorry, I don't-"

"Uh... I've to come back to school with the children" before I was able to tell her to forget it, she spoke again. "but this- this afternoon I'm free?" she questioned more than stated, gnawing her lower lip.

"is that a yes?" she nodded, extending her hand to me. "what... Oh fuck sorry" we both laughed while I gave her my phone for her to write down her number.

"Okay so" she gave it back to me and grabbed her bag. "I finish at 4"

"Okay Uh..." I walked out of the building with her and her class "Send me the address of the school and I'll pick you up"

"Sure, see you later, Bucky!" She said excitedly, walking away with the kids.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I double checked the address she had sent me before climbing off my bike.

Bucky: I'm outside:) r u ready?

During the few minutes it took her to answer, a wave of insecurities overwhelmed me, but most of them were ridiculous things I had never been insecure of.

And then it hit me, how damn nervous I was.

Y/n: I have a problem :(

Y/n: come in, I'll explain

I did as she told me to do and, after asking where Y/n was, I got to her class' door, where she was already waiting for me.

"Hey there" I greeted with a smile, managing to suppress the 'beautiful' that almost came out of me. "what happened?"

"i have to prepare a last minute activity for tomorrow" She groaned dramatically, running a hand through her hair. "I'm so sorry, I really wanted to-"

"Hey, 's okay" I gave her a small smile, not even bothering on hiding my disappointment. "tomorrow maybe?"

"yeah... Okay" she parted her lips a couple of times like she wanted to say something, but she ended up giving me a tight-lipped smile and got in the class.

READER'S P. O. V.

Who the fuck cancels a date with Bucky Barnes? Oh, yes. Me. I let out a loud groan followed by a whine, and I almost missed the buzz of my phone.

Bucky: are you gonna be alone?

Y/n: yeah why?

He did read the message, but the fact that I didn't get any kind of reply made me kind of upset.

To my surprise, not even ten minutes later Bucky was entering in the class with two coffees and two doughnuts.

"what's this?" I asked, a smile creeping over my face while he set everything over my desk.

"Didn't feel like waiting" he handed me a one of the coffees, leaning against the desk. "and I thought you could use some company"

"I definitely could" I confessed with a chuckle, walking to his side and hopping onto the table. "thanks Bucky. This was really sweet."

We looked at each other for a moment, the same stupid smile on our faces. "can you tell me if the coffee's good? 'cause I have no fucking clue what I ordered."

I let out a laugh "how's that even possible?"

"names were long and complicated, doll" he defended himself. "it was easier back in the day"

"back in the day" I echoed amused before taking a sip of my drink. "well it's... Sweet"

"just like you, then" I felt my cheeks reddening at that simple statement. "and it's hot too" snorting, I buried my face on Bucky arm, who was softly chuckling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of my alarm going off had never been so annoying.

When I tried to move to turn it off, Bucky’s strong arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. "don't"

"Bucky, I have to work" I mumbled, trying not so hard to get rid of his embrace. "c'mon, do you want me to lose my job?"

We had been dating for a few weeks already, but it was the first time that I had stayed the night at Bucky’s house —a. K. a the Avengers tower— so I wanted to leave before anyone could wake up.

"not gonna lose it, darlin'. You're too good at it." he stated, nuzzling his nose against my neck. "You're so warm. Like a blanket"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Bucky, c'mon" I half-heartedly pulled away, earing a whine from him, and jumped out of the bed.

It took me less time than I thought to find the kitchen. Surprisingly, the hardest part was to find the food.

I was focused on the things in the fridge when a voice almost gave me a heart attack. "Jesus Fucking Christ! Who are you?" I turned around to be met with Sam Wilson himself, dressed in a pigeon pj's.

"I'm-"

"That's Barnes tee-shirt" he stated, calmly stepping to the hall. "STEVE GET YOUR ASS HERE, BARNES BROUGHT A GIRL!"

"WHAT WHERE?" My eyes went wide and I froze in place when Steve fucking Rogers entered. "Holy motherfucking shit, 's true"

"Uh..."

"'Course it's true!" Sam yelled offended.

Thank God, in that moment Bucky entered in the kitchen and made his way towards me. "found your breakfast?" I denied, not being able to formule a proper sentence. "shouldda waited for me, baby" he whispered, grabbing a few things from the top shelf. "Sorry 'bout them" he pulled me closer and pecked my nose.

"Buck" Steve called his friend and we both turned to him. "who's her?"

"she's Y/n" he stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "my girlfriend." I started to blush like crazy, and Bucky might have felt it, because he pulled me to the side his chest with one of his arms, while with the other prepared my breakfast.

"You're what now?" Sam asked, and I saw him leaning over the counter between us. "Tell us about you, Y/n"

I opened my mouth to try to avoid that somehow, but Bucky was faster. "she gotta go to work, right?" I nodded and he gave me the breakfast. "c'mon, baby. Eat and I'll drive you there."

"Okay." I finally managed to speak, and Bucky leaned on me to peck my lips. "thanks Bucky"

He gave me a smile an guided my out of the kitchen with the breakfast in my hands, leaving behind us Steve's and Sam's bantering about us.

"I'm really sorry. Forgot today was training day" he apologized again in low voice, kissing my temple.

"it's okay, they seem nice" I said entering in his room and leaving the breakfast over the nightstand. "but they're like hyped kids"

"they're indeed" he agreed with a grin on his face. "so" throwing himself to the bed, he lay on his back with his head resting over one of his hands. "now that I'm taking you to school, and we've more time..."

I huffed, but when he pouted at me, I gave in. "just five more minutes." I warned, scooting closer to him and lying on his chest with my arms hugging him.

"Okay, miss" he replied, shifting his position to be able to cuddle me better. "just five more minutes"

"Bucky I mean it" I warned him again when he got way too comfortable.

"No you don't"

"fuck you, James" I said, chuckling heartedly.

"sweet"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him into a kiss, which turned out to be a mess due to both of our smiles.

[el-dibidibidorado1]

Untamed Pt. 1

Summery: Y/n works at Tom's Diner as a waitress, but what happens when one of her co workers saves her life.

A/n: this is my first fanfic here in Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it and if I need to change anything please message me. Okay bye bye🤗

Warnings: language

Bucky Barnes x Y/n

The sun was barley rising when I bust into the house, quickly taking off my work uniform and running upstairs.

"Y/n Are you home?" My mom yelled from the laundry room.

"Yes. Umm what do you need?" I quickly say taking off my pantyhose and tossing them into the bin.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Later I have to get ready!" I quickly run to the bathroom and start the shower, but time betrays me and I quickly wash my body while brushing my teeth. Wrapping a towel around my body I run to my room and began getting dressed. I get a red backless long sleeve blouse and some jeans, I quickly light a cig and continue getting ready. Getting my hair and makeup done, I put out the cig and spray my favorite peach perfume. I once again look at the time as a honk is heard.

"Fuck" i grab my favorite coat and bag while running out.

"Bye mom!" I say and kiss her cheek. I run to the truck and open the door. "Hi" I get in and kiss Adam. "Oops" i carefully remove the lipstick stain I had left on his lips and give him a bright smile.

"Hi" he says and sits there quietly looking at me. After a while I get nervous and lightly grab his hand, I take note of his clammy hands.

"Are you okay? Umm Aren't we going to the game?" I ask. He nods his head and hesitates to turn on the truck. He drops his hands to his lap and stares at me.

"Y/n Do you just want to go to the game some other time?" Well fuck me silly. All of these thoughts fill my head. He dosent doesn't want to see me anymore. I knew it. I fuckin knew It!

"You wanna break up?" I mumble and look at him with pleading eyes.

"Look y/n, i feel like if we need a break. Maybe see ot-"

"Is it about my body?" He stayed quiet and looked out the window. He sighs and grabs my hand.

" No it is not about your body!" Fucking lie.

"What did i do wrong?" I question.

" i just think that we aren't ment for each other" He says. I quickly remove my hand from his and open the door to get out when he stops me.

"I didn't mean to hurt you"

"Well, you did" I shut the door and run into the house as tears started to form. My mom just looks at me as I go in and gives me a hug. Sadly, this is the third time that this happens. Boys date me, but in the end it always seems to end like shit because of my body. Guys just want a nice thin girl with nice boobs and butt. Look, I have a butt, but not big boobs or a flat tummy. Oh let's not forget the hair, They want straight smooth hair! Surprisingly that's the only thing I like about myself my long curly/wavy hair. That's It!

I finish crying, then i decide to go to my room to sleep the work day and a beak up away. I take off everything and stare at the mirror, touching my Stretch marks on my tummy.... Well that takes it all, my tummy itself. I put on some t shirt and jump on my bed and the tears began pouring out. I cry until I fall asleep.

"Hey you! Y/n wake up! Your girlfriend keeps on calling and I'm tired of your stupid ringtone!" My older brother woke me up annoying as always! I just tell him to put the phone on the night stand and to get out. He puts My phone down and softly combs hair. He might be annoying and an asshole, but he's a sweetheart. The touch makes me drift back to sleep.

Not even ten minutes my phone rings and rings and rings and rings and rings, until I get irritated and answer it.

"What?!" I answered angry.

"Hey miss cranky pants how was the game?" It was Rosie. One of My bitch best friend.

"I didn't go" my voice came out as a mumble.

"What? Why?"

"He broke up with me" I said and shoved my face into the pillow trying to stop myself from crying.

"Oh sweets, I'm sorry. Why don't you come over?"

"What time is it?"

"7:38"

"You still working?"

"Yeah"

"I'll be there at eight" I hung up the phone and slowly got up to get ready. My day off was already fucked up might as well go to the diner. I can't stay here any longer, if I do im going to cry even more.

"Hey darlin. Where are you going?"

"To Tom's I'll be back at ten or so" I put on my scarf and walk to the diner. It was about ten to fifteen minutes away.

"Hey bitch" Rosie and Caroline say together.

"Hey hoes" I sat down and grab one of the coffee mugs and began drinking it.

"So what happened?" Caroline asked smoking. Jesus one of us is going to get sick because of them cancer sticks.

"Well first, I asked him if we where going to the game. Then he said that he wanted to go another time. " I softly told while I finished the coffee.

"Then?" Rosie sat on the stool and began Eating the mints as she poured more coffee into my mug.

"He said........he said that we need to see other people. Knowing me, i asked if it was about my body, he said no. But I know that's a fuckin lie. That's what it is all about. No one wants to date a fat girl!"

"Baby you aren't fat and it's not that no one wants to date you. You just haven't found the right man" I gave a chuckle and chugged the drink. Easy for her to say.

"Hey hey! You guys are taking a lot of breaks. Y/n If you are going to stay to talk to them you have to work." Tom said. Why doesn't he just go home? He's always here taking away all of the fun away. Jesus when will someone pull that 8ft pole out of his ass.

"Are you done?" A deep modulated voice made me jump. I turn around and see the cleaning guy picking up my cup. I softly nod, he looks at ne for a while and he walks away.

"So?" Tom asks again.

"Fine I'm leaving." I grab my coat and get ready to leave.

"Hey n-" I interrupt Rosie as she is the expert on relationships.

"I know, I know. Don't call him. I will see you tomorrow night" I left and tucked my coat closer to my body. Damn coldness.

Ugh why does this happen to me?! Why can't I keep a stable relationship? Why do guys have to be so picky? I don't judge......well look at me. Ah fuck it! I'm just going to turn lesbian!

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Once she left I walked to the window watching her leave. She tugged on her coat to bring her warmth. I was so into watching her hair move lightly as she walk, that I didn't even pay attention to Caroline calling me.

"Bucky, come clean table 4...........Bucky......Bucky.....Bucky!" she tapped my shoulder and snapped me out of my mind.

"Yeah" i nervously asked

"Come On. We got to get to work." She lightly squeezed my right shoulder and walked away.

"Okay" I look back to Y/n and see that she is gone. I let out a huge sigh and continue cleaning the tables. The look of her puffy eyes stayed tattooed to my head, and my heart ached a bit.

Enjoy! I have no idea how many chapters I am going to make. Also I am writing the story on my phone, so forgive me if it looks strange. Alright well bye bye bye.

[hamilkilo]

Infinity Pt. 1

Prompt: as requested by ANON: I adored your mapping fic, could I request a John one similar? Where the reader always plays off her cuts and scars as accidents and her lack of sleep as insommnia and he's a bit suspicious but goes with it but one day he comes home early or something and finds her bleeding out cause she's gone too deep and how he helps her and reassures her it's not her fault? And her admitting to him about her depression and anxiety though she's never told anyone?

As requested by ANON: Your bless the broken road was amazing, could you do another like it but with John maybe please??

Pairing: John X Reader, but has Jamilton, Marliza, PegMullette

SUPER UNEDITED, SORRY

TW: mentions of self harm, vivid description of self harm, blood, language, mentions of suicide, mental hospital, relapsing, main character almost dies, anxiety, depression, political debate on abortion, a slur against Muslims, political debates, mental illness

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long, but this was where I felt moved to go. It's not exactly to the t, since (Spoiler Alert!!!) Jefferson did find out first, but I really hope you guys enjoy this one. It's very near to my heart. If you don't feel like you are in a safe headspace, please reach out! My ask is always open! You are loved and you are valid! These trigger warnings are going to be the same throughout the posted parts because this is a consistently triggering piece. I get that. Please take care of yourselves, loves! If you want me to tag something, please let me know! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Please enjoy!

Total Word Count: 20554

Word Count: 1955

It was your first day of class. You fidgeted in your seat, nervous. You hoped nobody would see you. You would die. You would just shrivel up on the spot. God forbid anyone try talking to you.

The class started fairly quickly. Your first class of the day: Intro into Political Science. The teacher was an old, white man that reminded you of sour milk. His name was Mr. Adams. After a brief introduction and an overly detailed description of his wife, he cleared his throat. "So, to get to know each other, why don't we spend today with a debate. I'll start. I'm Pro-Life, and I believe that you should be tried for murder if you get an abortion. Discuss."

Silence. Well, internal screaming, outward silence. So this was what the rest of the year would look like. You glanced around, waiting for someone to say something.

"Okay, I'll go on. I'm Baptist. I'm Pro-Life. I'm pro second amendment. I'm against the Syrian refugees, and-"

"Wait a minute!" A voice spoke up, and you leaned forward in your seat to see a short man standing, fists clenched at his sides. "If you're worried about the souls of babies, that's fine, but you can't just ignore an entire country of people begging you for help and cry about the poor children! That's ridiculous!"

Adams crossed his arms and walked across the stage to the row where the man was standing. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and his glasses were perched on his nose. "I'm sorry, Mr...?"

"Hamilton," the man did not go on to say his first name, and you had to restrain the urge to smile. He did not like Adams.

"Mr. Hamilton. I'm sorry, but if we let the refugees into the nation, we are putting the entire country's safety at risk-"

"What about their country? What about their wellbeing?"

Another boy stood up, his sunglasses perched on his head. "They gave that up when they became ragheads-"

"Excuse me?!" Another boy stood up beside Hamilton. "You did not just say that! What the hell's the matter with you? You think people deserve to die because of their religious beliefs?!"

"Boys, back up. You," Adams pointed to the sunglasses douchebag. "Name?"

"Charles Lee," he answered as he tapped his pencil against the edge of his desk.

Adams then pointed to the boy beside Hamilton. The boy didn't waver. "John Laurens."

"Okay, please continue, Lee," Adams said with a smirk as he went to sit on the edge of his desk, clearly pleased with the discourse he caused.

Lee smirked. "If there was a bowl of skittles and three of them were poisonous, would you eat out of the bowl?"

"Did you just compare people to skittles?" Hamilton sounded exasperated. Your blood was boiling. You had always been firm in your standings.

"They could be sending over their worst. Rapists," Lee glanced around the room at the girls, his eyes bouncing to you. "thieves, murderers, terrorists-"

"Oh, shut up," Y/N, what are you doing? Sit down!!!! "Mr. Adams," you addressed the old man on his desk, and he eyed you curiously as you slowly made your way from behind your desk to the main aisle. You approached him as you walked, resisting the urge to fiddle with your sleeves in anxiety. "You said you were Baptist and Pro-Life... The argument often used in Pro-Life is that the baby has a future... it has potential... it could find the cure to cancer! No one goes around saying that the baby could be a rapist, thief, murderer, terrorist... I mean, it's a baby! But what if the refugees could solve cancer? What if they could better the country-"

"Not likely-" Lee interrupted, but you held up your finger with a glare.

"I wasn't finished," you spat, and he sat back down. "Are we going to deny them safety and the right to live based on their religious beliefs after we destroyed their country? Are we going to let them die? You can be Pro-Life all you want, but that includes all lives, Mr. Adams, and you can't call yourself a baptist or use the argument of Jesus's love if you don't choose both. Pro-life is all life."

Mr. Adams stared at you, and your knees wanted to shake, you could feel it, but you stood tall, your hands in fists by your sides. You could barely breathe. Why did you do this? What were you thinking?!

"Very good, Miss-"

"Y/N," you filled in, and he gave you a small smile.

"Everyone, take notes on how to debate from Miss Y/N here. You may have a seat," he dismissed you as he turned to the board and began to scribble on it.

You felt eyes on you as you carefully made your way back to the seat, your face cherry red. You could just die. When you sat down, you began to itch at and rub your wrists anxiously. You couldn't wait for class to be over. You had to get out of there.

When the bell finally rang, you had planned to slip out unnoticed, but as you walked down the sidewalk, someone caught up to you and gently caught your wrist. You winced and pulled your wrist away, facing the person.

"Hey, Y/N, right?" It was that friend of Hamilton's. What was his name again? John Laurens.

"Yeah, John Laurens?" You tested as you bit your lip and fiddled with your right sleeve.

He grinned broadly at you. "So sweet of you to remember! Yo, I really liked what you had to say back there. You're quick witted!"

You blushed and looked at your shoes. "Nah, it was stupid. I shouldn't have said anything at all-"

"You told Lee to shut up! That's legendary!" He exclaimed, and he began to walk with you from the building.

"I was hoping not to make any enemies on my first day," you admitted nervously as you bit your lip and looked at your schedule on your phone.

"Hey," Laurens stopped you by grabbing your elbow, and he beamed down at you. "You made some friends too, ya know."

You smiled weakly. "Really?"

He laughed and threw his arm around you. "Really really! See ya in class, Y/N!" He gave you a quick squeeze before he turned and ran to catch up with Hamilton, leaving you breathless and flustered.

The week had passed, and you found yourself looking forward to Mr. Adams’ class. Not because of the heated debates he always initiated, which, man that guy really loved drama, but because John would always approach you before and ask you about your classes, your dorm, your life... you even sat with him and Hamilton. Sitting with them made it a bit difficult to focus on class since Hamilton would always have something to disagree with and Laurens always had something witty to ridicule Mr. Adams with. It wasn't long until John had asked you to share your notes with him since him and Hamilton started whispering in disagreement about something Mr. Adams had said and continued to discuss it for the rest of class.

A month after school had started, you and John were sending memes and articles to each other. John really liked to do deeper study on topics Mr. Adams had touched on so that he had fresh material to add to debates in class, and he would share them with you for "back up" as he called it. You would occasionally share related articles with him and have discussions, eventually making your own set of notes on the topic and sending those back and forth. Sometimes, he would grace you with a political meme that would have you in tears, and you started sending him memes back.

You ended up following his political blog on Tumblr, but you had to be careful to hide your main blog from him. You loved the way he smiled when he looked at you; you didn't want to slip up and cause that to change.

A month of college had taken its toll on you. You had thicker bandages on your wrists, and your mom called you every day to remind you to take your meds. You still forgot. Your roommate was your childhood friend, Peggy, and she tried her best to help you, but she had a life, too, and you'd been so good at hiding it.

Still, you'd go to Mr. Adams' class first thing in the morning with a latte and a can-do attitude.

"Y/N! I wrote more notes on today's topic that I want you to look at!" John exclaimed as you came in and put your coffee down on your desk. You dropped your bag by your chair and threw your hood back. "Did you do something different with your hair?"

You had put it up in a messy bun since you had stayed up too late the night before and didn't have time this morning to deal with it. "Yeah, I woke up late so it looks bad..." You shrugged it off.

"No, I like it," John admitted to you as you picked up the paper he put in front of it. You hid your blush behind it as you read, but when you looked up, you saw John drinking your pumpkin spiced latte.

"John! You can't just do that! Put it down! That's mine-" you began to whack him with the binder he had on his desk, and he laughed as he held it out of reach.

"Say please," he taunted, and you all but stomped your foot.

"Give me my coffee, you filthy animal!" You kicked him in the shin lightly, and he laughed again before giving it back. "Ya nasty," you scoffed as you wiped the edge of it with your sleeve. You took a drink and practically felt the fall breeze.

"Ya know, I bet you have one of those cliche Tumblr blogs dedicated to the fall aesthetic," John commented as you continued to look at his notes. You rolled your eyes.

"And I'm sure you make out with Hamilton in your dorm," you retorted, and you looked up to see your damage. He was frozen in shock for a minute before he burst forward in laughter. This was body rocking, chest heaving, wheezing, crying laughter.

"A-Alex," he cried as he grabbed for his friend who had been silent through it all. Alex looked up from his phone he was typing on, and glanced in concern between you and John. "She... she thinks... hahaha... she thinks that we... we're a thing!"

Alex rolled his eyes at his friend and turned to you. "As if. John loves memes too much to love anyone else."

John had remotely calmed down. "That, and I've known Alex for so long that he's like my brother."

"Brothers that kissed once," Alex muttered, and your jaw dropped. John shot a quick look at Alex and worked to recover.

"Yeah, but we both agreed it was weird and we just wanted to be friends!" He turned to Alex.

"Yeah. That's true. We're just super close. Besides, he knows I have a thing for tall, dark, and handsome-"

John rolled his eyes this time. "Oh, shut up. Jefferson this, Jefferson that. Jefferson's so good at football! Jefferson's so smart! I hate Jefferson, but I love him! Pick one!" John teased, and Alex playfully shoved him.

"You're lucky I love you," he replied, and John kissed him on the cheek.

"Homo?" John asked, shooting you a grin, and you felt your cheeks flush.

"All homo," Alex replied. Somehow, you did not finish reading the notes by the time class started.

[crzcorgi]

Soulmate 

Catch up on Number 6 here!

Negan x wife Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Y/E/C  ~ your eye color

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

Warnings ~ Negan’s glorious language, smutty smut, fluffy fluff fluffiness

I apologize for the lack of fics lately, and for my less than stellar writing.

2000 words

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  Negan’s POV

  I pulled on my pants, but fuck, I couldn't zip or button those fuckers. I was so hard from doll’s little tease.

 I glanced over to see her pulling a tee over her head. “Uh, baby girl, I could use a bit of help over here, please.”

 She finished pulling the tee on, turning towards me. “What's up Ne?” As she began walking my way I noticed she didn't have any pants on. Or any panties. Jesus fuck girl.

 “First off, where the fuck are your underwear doll? You put your shirt on first?” I was feeling my dick twitch with each passing second.

 “Yeah, I know, it's an odd way to get dressed but my shirt was right by me, and well I have to go look…”

 I grabbed her, cutting off whatever she was saying as my brain was fucking void of any blood flow, it was all headed south. I pulled her onto my lap, causing her bare pussy to rub all over my now freed cock.

 “Negan! What are you doing?! She yelled, a big grin appearing. “We have to get ready! What is it…” She was having trouble speaking as my grip on her hips tightened and I began moving her in a circular pattern. “What did…you need? Ne!”

 “You're helping me now doll.” I winked at her, drawing my tongue across my lip.

 “That's why you, ugh, called me, ohh, over?” She was taking control with the movements now, rubbing her now wet folds up and down my pulsing dick.

 “My pants wouldn't zip sweetheart, Negan Jr. wouldn't allow it baby.” I reached down between us, grasping my cock. “Stand up y/n.” I know I was sounding fucking bossy but I needed to be in her like fucking yesterday.

 She listened to me, always the fucking good girl. She stood up, peeling her top off, leaving her in only a ratty bra.

 “Good fucking God doll! That fucking piece of shit you're wearing is butt ugly, kinda killing the mood! Besides, it hardly covers you and I don't need any fuckers ogling you.”

 As I spoke, she began unhooking it, but it wouldn't budge. “Well, my sweet husband. It's the apocalypse, I wears what I gots!” She was getting fucking frustrated now, pulling, stretching. Her face a fucking adorable sight. “Gaw!!! This stupid thing!”

 I reached up, grabbing a cup, and one swift yank it fucking ripped from her body. I sat transfixed as her breasts broke free, bouncing right in front of my face.

 “Negan! Are you going to find me…”

 I grabbed one tit in my hand, the other I fucking shoved in my mouth. I knew she was pissed. I also knew what would happen if I did this. Her fucking downfall, her weakness, was how damn sensitive her tits were. I needed her to shut up and just go with it and this was how I fucking accomplished it.

 Grabbing my cock, I aimed it towards her now dripping cunt. “Sit on my dick baby girl. Now. Don't make me say it again.”

 She once again did as I asked, lowering herself onto my pulsing cock. Her eyes closing, biting her lip, her head thrown back . Fuck she was a sight to behold. As I thrusted upward, she started grinding downward, making tiny circular movements. Slowly, she began making the sweetest little sounds, quiet moans, fucking tiny grunts, making my fucking dick twitch and throb. I knew I was nearing the fucking end to quickly.

 Y/N POV

He does this to me every time. Sometimes I just want to say no, but how could I?! He's like a petulant toddler, wanting something and throwing a tantrum when he doesn't get it. But he's my sweet toddler, and I could honestly never deny him what he wants. Besides, I enjoy every moment with him. Every unpredictable, sexually charged, love filled moment.

 I know I seem subservient to him, and in many ways I am. I'm not an assertive woman, never have been. And I'm not ashamed to say I enjoy being taken care of in every way. Negan fulfills my every needs, with love. So if he wants to have a little quick fuck when we we’re supposed to be getting dressed, why would I say no? It's not like I don't enjoy it myself!

 He knows my body like no one else before. Every inch, every curve, bump, and scar. And he knows how to play me, like the master he is. And fuck, is he playing me now. I wasn't going to last, I could feel the telltale shivers. His cock filling me so perfectly, touching just the right spot with each upward thrust.

 I continued my movements, circling his cock, as I leaned into him, my hands quickly finding their way into his short hair, grasping it, pulling. We looked into each other's eyes, silently speaking, his lips finally meeting mine in an amazingly overheated kiss. His tongue demanding entrance, my mouth opening more than willingly.

 He pulled from the kiss, but I knew why.

 “I'm almost there baby, come with me.” His hand finding my swollen clit, using a gentle but firm touch. “Now doll.” When Negan tells me to come, I come. Every time.

 I grabbed onto him for dear life, my orgasm washing over me like a tsunami. I felt our mixed juices, felt his release shooting up so far I could almost taste it in my mouth. His hands were gripping me, I felt the bruises forming from his fingertips.

 I collapsed onto his damp chest, snuggling into his neck. Closing my eyes, I took in his scent, feeling his heart beating as fast as my own. I could stay like this forever.

Negan's POV

 I swear just looking at doll, smelling her, is enough for me to fucking blow my load. Once I'm able to touch her, hear her sweet little sounds, I'm fucking dead.

 I want to take her hard, so fucking hard. But she's my baby doll, and I know she's been through so much. But fucking shit if I didn't want to slam that fucking blazing hot body into a wall face first and fuck her like an animal.

 But I will take what I can get. And god damn she is so fucking amazing. Each touch, each look, she knows me, knows what I want, need, better than any other woman. She's all I ever need.

 As I reach my end, I instruct her to come with me. She always does what I ask, my perfect baby girl. She'll do anything for me. And I'd do anything for her.

 As we both come down from our synchronized highs, I feel her nose burrowing into the side of my neck, her ear against my chest. She always does this. She's told me that my fucking “essence” soothes her, as does listening to my heartbeat. Well, everything about doll soothes me. Just being in her presence everything becomes fucking a-ok.

 I almost dropped her when a knock on the door sounded.

 “Fuck! The meeting baby.” I nuzzled into her hair, pulling her into me tightly.

 “Yes, Ne, the meeting” I felt her warm breath as she giggled into my chest.

 “We'll be right the fuck down!” I yelled at whatever shithead was outside my door.

 “Gotcha boss!” It was Simon. “I'll meet you down there.”

 I was still holding onto y/n tightly, fuck if I didn't want to let her go. But fucking business calls.

Y/N POV

  Holding onto Negan like this, feeling his big arms pulling me tightly to his chest, was my safe place, my home. And I didn't want to leave. But I really want to go on this run that Negan has promised me, so I slowly unwrap myself from my husband. But before I stand up, I lean back into him for one more kiss.

 “Don't forget what I said about tonight big boy!” I stood up, backing up enough so he couldn't try to pull me back down.

“Where you going baby girl! You know daddy doesn't appreciate those chaste kisses you try to fucking get away with!”

  “Ugh, Ne! Any other kind of kiss always turns into something more! I want to get ready!” I stomped my foot, attempting to out tantrum him.

 “Baby girl, I promise, just a kiss. Get over here.” He held his hand out, palm up, curling his index finger beckoning me over.

 I sighed, surrendering once again to that handsome scoundrel. I walked over, his hands instantly darting out to grab my hips, drawing me in between his legs. “Ne!”

 He moved his hands up to the sides of my head, his thumbs stroking over my cheeks, his eyes staring into mine.

 “I love you doll, you know that, right?”

 “Of course I do! Why are you asking me that?” I was a bit perplexed.

 “I don't know baby, sometimes I…worry.” He gave me a sweet, love-filled smile. Not one of his usual cocky as hell ones.

 “Ne, is everything okay?” I brought a hand to his face, holding it lightly.

 “I know I promised you this run, but…”

 “Negan, I'll be okay! Not only are you having me train with one of your best Saviors, you know you won't leave my side! Nothing's going to happen, I'm sure of it. Please don't worry Ne!”

  I leaned down, quickly catching his lips in a loving kiss. I couldn't understand why the sudden concern. But I needed him to realize I would be fine.

Negan POV

 I promised her a run, and I will fucking fulfill that promise. It's the least I can do for her, for all she has done for me.

 I'm a powerful man. I command respect and loyalty. I have never lacked in fucking self esteem, I know who I am, what I am. I have never felt that I was less than anyone, fucking ever.

 But things changed when y/n entered my life. She made me doubt my worth. She was everything a man could want, and more. I saw the way my Saviors would eye her, she never noticed but I sure the fuck did.

 She wasn't with me for what I could do for her, to have all her fucking needs met, to want for nothing. No, she tells me time and time again that she loves me, has since she first fucking laid eyes on me.

 But for some unknown fucking reason, I wonder why? Why me? Why not someone younger than me? Someone who might be a little less fucking volatile? Someone who's gentle, more caring. Someone who doesn't carry a barb wire covered bat named after his late wife that he still dreams about.

 I've denied her things before, so fucking frightened that I would lose her. But I can't do it anymore, she deserves to go on this run. She deserves a lot fucking more than going on some stupid fucking run. But if that's what she wants, what her sweet heart desires, then that is what she most certainly will get. And I will fucking suck it up and be the man she deserves.

 “Okay sweetheart, let's get ready for that meeting, see what your buddy Simon has planned.” I ran my fingers across her soft cheek, looking into her breath stopping y/e/c eyes.

 “You're the only buddy I need, or want, Ne.” She took my hand, kissing it, then running her fingers over it, something she always did. Letting go of my hand, she stepped away from me, her smile never leaving her face.

 “Why so happy baby girl?”  She was heading over to the cabinet where she kept her clothes.

 “Why wouldn't I be happy? I'm one of the lucky few in this hell we call earth, that wants for nothing. I have a safe home, fresh food, and most importantly, and the rarest of things to find, before the end and after, my soulmate.” She turned around, blowing me a kiss. “Get your ass ready sweetie, before Simon comes a knocking again!”

 Jesus, I don't know what I did to deserve her. But I know I have to stop questioning it and just be fucking grateful. Because in this world, tomorrow is never a promise. And I want to enjoy every fucking precious moment with this gift I've been given, my wife, my true love. My soulmate.

[whorishhowell]

hc : little!dan and daddy!phil at a party and dan has waaaaay to much to drink and flirts w every guy that even remotely looks like his boo and Phil gets real fuckin jealous so he starts to fuck with him in the middle of the party and then we get to the point where there's a group watching them fuck and stuff idk man my fantasies are weird sometimes lmao

This isnt the exact prompt, but i had a pre-written fic just sitting in my notes and its pretty similar!! ------------------------------------------------Dan hated parties, but he loved his bestfriend, whom had somehow managed to drag Dan out to a college party on a Friday night when Dan would rather be scrolling through aesthetic tumblr posts.The house was fairly large, with two stories and a huge first-floor balcony that wrapped around the entire floor.Music was blasting and Dan could already see the flashing, multi-colored lights blazing from the many windows.He could tell that Phil was excited by the way his eyes lit up when he stepped out of the car and heard the music.This was what kept Dan there.He was uncomforteble at parties.Phil fit in because of the way he dressed in all dark colors and had tattoos up his arms, but dan liked to stay away from crowds because they usually ended up making fun of him. He liked dresses, Frilly skirts and lacy socks.---The horendously loud music pounded in Dan's head causing him to wince any time there was vibrating bass, but he was having fun nonetheless. Phil had gotten the both of them some kind of alcohol that tasted absolutley terrible.Dan had only taken a few sips before he noticed that Phil had downed his entire Solo cup."Jesus christ, Phil." He muttered, hoping Phil would just read his lips.---By about 2am both of the boys were blackout drunk. Dan had changed into a blue and pink skirt to dance in and was now stumbling quickly upstairs, being dragged by Phil, who was completely unaware of what he was doing.He pulled Dan into one of the guest bedrooms in the big house and suddenly their lips were crashing together. Phil staggered backwards, pushing Dan towards the bed which hit the back of his knees, causing him to fall back onto it.He bounced twice before catching his breath and looking blearily up at Phil."You look so pretty for me Dan." Phil praised, running a hand lazily up Dan's thigh to lift the skirt. Dan let out an inaudible whine as Phil began to palm him through his pink panties. Dan had gotten hard the moment Phil's lips had met his own. Now, pre-cum was already making a wet mark on his new panties."Do you wear these everyday baby?" Phil cooed, kissing up and down Dan's sensitive neck, earning a moan from the younger boy.Dan couldn't help but thrust his hips up into the heel of Phil's palm, he was needy."What do you want baby? Do you want my cock?" Phil asked, purposefully dropping his voice as he leaned in close to Dan's ear. Dan shivered and nodded quickly."Roll over, with your ass in the air." Phil commanded, backing away from Dan so he could move and do as he was told."Such a good boy for me.." Phil praised as he stared at Dan's round ass, only covered by a strip of cloth.Phil pulled his panties down slowly, teasing dan. He let his finger "accidentally" graze Dan's hole, making him jump wih a gasp of, "Please Phil!" to which Phil obliged.He slicked one of his fingers up with his own saliva and slowly pushed it halfway in.Dan groaned at the stinging stretch but wanted more, pushing back onto Phil's forefinger the rest of the way.---Soon enough Phil had undressed himself and had stretched Dan just enough to fuck him silly."Are you ready baby?" He asked before slowly pushing himself into Dan. "So tight for me Dan.."A squeal escaped Dan's throat as The sensation of Phil's warm cock filling him up took over. Phil began to thrust, hardly pausing to see if Dan was ready.The gasps and moans were beautiful. The squeaks and squeals were all Phil wanted."Oh fuck, Phil!" Dan gasped as Phil hit his sweet spot."You like that?" Phil asked before repeating the motion, making Dan gasp again. His face was pressed into the sheets as he pushed back onto Phil's cock, his own aching from the pleasure."Close, Phil.." Dan began repetedly chanting bettween gasps and groans.Phil reached around and began to jerk Dan off, which cause Dan to imediatly squeal."Fuck Phil..! Gonna cum!" Dan practically screamed before unloading himself onto his own chest, the sheets, and the underside of his chin.Phil rode oud Dan's high until he was filling his best friend with his own cum, the warm feeling deep inside Dan made him feel so good."Such a good boy, Dan. Such a good boy for me. You did so good baby. I'm so proud of you..."---It's a good thing Phil can't remember anything that happened that night, but Dan really did want more.- [ ]