#(what she originally ran home to him for was the love that made her crazy. not sweet nothing.)

[dreamaboutwhathappens]

it’s interesting to see how taylor has always imagined her ideal partner as being courageous (“headfirst fearless,” “this love is brave and wild,” “you walked in wearing a football helmet and said okay let’s talk,” “don’t blame me love made me crazy if it doesn’t you ain’t doing it right,” “standing broad-shouldered next to her was a love that was really something….”) and how i think at first she thought that joe simply being willing to be with her felt courageous but then as she grew she realized that it wasn’t enough of that feeling because he wasn’t always standing broad-shouldered next to her, only when it was convenient for him. and that’s not fearless. that’s just doing what’s easiest

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Girls Night

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Summary: girls' night out with a couple of the other WAGs and you wear something that you'd usually never wear out. It was only ever worn in the confines of your and Joe’s bedroom just for him. He wasn't home when you left, but he sure was there when you got back.

(Part one to - Part 2)

Warnings: illusions to smut, jealous Joe

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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*Off-season before the 2023-2024 season.*

(y/n’s pov)

“Wait so does Joe even know that you’re here, or did you tell him?” - Tianna

Today the other WAGs and I went out for some drinks as a way to have a big meet-up before our lives solely revolve around our men and football.

It was also a great way to include the girlfriends, fiances, and wives of players in their first season with the team.

After that was over me and Tianna decided to get drinks before heading home.

Tianna Robillard, new Bengals player Cody Ford’s girlfriend is one of the most recent women added to the crazy bunch of amazing women with Bengal boys.

Tianna was so sweet and emitted such great vibes.

“He knows I'm here yeah. He just wasn't there when I left… and doesn't know I'm wearing this little number.” - you

Tia looked over my body to take in the black lace bodysuit with black high-waisted bootie shorts.

“Emphasis on the little. You look really good though, it's super cute. Actually, mind sending me the link?” - Tianna

“Of course!” - you laughed

“Joe doesn't strike me as the type of guy to tell you what you can and can't wear.” - Tianna

“He isn't… but this one’s kinda special to him. He's the only person that's ever seen me in it and it's his favorite outfit that I own.” - you

“I'm sure there isn't anything to worry about, it's not like you're with some other guy while wearing it.” - Tianna

“Yeah, you're right…” - you

“Just chill. It'll be fine. Let's have some fun tonight, starting with me getting another drink...” - Tianna

I laughed at the moment and followed her to the bar, on our way there some whistles were sounded out and directed towards me. Turning around to see who the origin was I found myself asking are they even 21?

Flashing my bright, shiny, big, expensive diamond engagement ring, I was met with a few annoyed groans and one shrug.

“I love it when you do that.” - Tianna laughed

“I love doing it myself. I love Joe with my entire being, it feels nice to show it.” - you

She gave me a warm smile before we grabbed more drinks.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, stories, and getting to know each other a lot more.

It was thirty minutes till midnight when Tianna dropped me back off at home. I was expecting Joe to be asleep, so when I walked into the house with my heels in hand and he was sitting on the couch I was confused.

“What are you doing up?” - you smiled

“Waiting for you. I didn't know what shape you were in and wanted to make sure you got home and to sleep okay.” - Joe

“Thanks, babe.” - you

“No problem…” - Joe

He leaned back, stretching his back and long arms with a big yawn as I made my way into the kitchen.

I placed my purse and heels on the kitchen counter before shrugging my light jacket off.

“Hey can you throw me a bottle of water please?” - Joe

“Sure. Catch!” - you

Joe sat up and turned around in the direction towards the kitchen and put his hands up to catch the bottle.

As it left my hand and I chucked it, my outfit registered in Joe’s mind, instead of the bottle hitting Joe’s hands it hit him smack in the forehead.

“Oww!” - Joe grabbed his head

“Joe!” - you

I ran out of the kitchen and into the living room to where Joe was on the couch.

His face was scrunched up in pain as he held his forehead.

“I'm sorry, baby. You zoned out on me when I threw it. I didn't mean to hit you…” - you

“Yeah, no shit.” - Joe grumbled

His tone made me mentally wince and I backed away from him slightly. Joe immediately noticed the change of my body language and how the room felt more tense.

I sighed as I stood up, grabbed my stuff, and walked upstairs to our bedroom.

Not long after I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, Joe went to open the door. I heard him cuss under his breath when he realized it was locked.

“Hey, baby? Can you open the door for me… please?” - Joe

His tone seemed slightly pleading, hoping he hadn't messed up too severely. Joe knew I hated it when someone was mad at me, and that I was a raging people-pleaser, so when someone acted slightly mad at me I shut down.

I slowly opened the door and Joe looked down at me with an apologetic look on face.

“Look… I didn't mean to come off like that. I know you didn't mean to hit me, it was my damn fault for zoning out and not catching it.” - Joe

I stared up at him as I chewed on my lower lip, Joe had worry written on his face hoping I wasn't mad at him.

“I'm sorry…” - Joe

“It's okay, I guess.” - you mumbled

“It's not okay, don't lie. I need to learn to stop being such a dick sometimes.” - Joe 

“You’re not a dick, Joey… I love you.” - you

Joe smiled slightly as he pulled me into a hug. His body was warm and his big hands running over my back caused goosebumps.

“I love you too, baby.” - Joe kissed your temple

“Can I ask you something?” - you pulled back and studied his expression

“Of course.” - Joe kissed your cheek

“What gave you the deer in headlights look before I threw the water?” - you

Joe chuckled as he pulled me into his chest, his arm looped around my waist to hold me into him tighter.

He pressed his lips just under my ear and his deep voice whispered into it.

“That black lace on you. You know it's my favorite.” - Joe

“Mmm… you know I love wearing it for you.” - you

“Did you change in the garage or something before walking in then?” - Joe smirked

“No…” - you nervously chuckled

“Oh, so you had something over top of it and took it off to surprise me?” - Joe

“No…” - you

My heart rate shot up when Joe cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brows at me, please don't get mad.

“You wore that out tonight?” - Joe

“Mhm… is there a problem with that?” - You

“No ma'am. I know you're mine, it's just that not every guy in Cincinnati knows that.” - Joe

“Don’t get jealous Joe. I got catcalled once and flashed this pretty ring in the prepubescent-looking guy’s face.” - you

I laid my left hand on Joe’s chest to point out the engagement ring on my ring finger, to which Joe smirked.

“So you did get hit on?” - Joe

“I can't control that, Joe.” - you sighed

“Oh, I know you can't. I’m fully aware of how fucking gorgeous my girl is. Right now I'm just feeling like I need to show you who you wear that shit for.” - Joe

All at once every pulse point in my body set off. God, he hasn't even done anything yet and I'm already turned on.

“Who do I wear it for?” - you

“Me and me only. You understand?” - Joe

“Maybe, but I think you should really drive the point home.” - you smirked

Joe’s big hands grabbed and squeezed at my hips immediately understanding what I was insinuating.

“Be a good girl and go put it back on for me. I'll be waiting out here.” - Joe

“Yes, sir.” - you grinned and bit your lower lip

His hands pulled me flush against him and his lips were rough on mine. Joe’s tongue was gently pushing against my lower lip, asking for entrance. When I parted my lips, his tongue was tangling with mine.

“Joey” - you moaned into the kiss

That's when he pulled away and with a harsh smack on my ass, he grinned down at me.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long.” - Joe

“Of course.” - you grinned and walked into the closet before pulling it out of the dirty clothes hamper.

Joe was going to show me exactly who’s I was.

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Authors note: this ending sucked… part 2 of the real smut??

Request for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[shadowlali]

Lali, I'm home 🐦‍⬛

Have we ever considered Farmer/Ranchero!Alejandro with a Ranchero f!reader??

Alejandro retires after the Valeria ordeal, takes up tending to his ranch and he needs help so he advertises. Reader pops up and who is he to deny the needed help.

He's used to strong women with strong character too (Valeria) despite his initial shock, he's just there in awe and very sunshine and the reader is like?? sir could you not??

You can develop that dynamic however you'd like if you decide to do this,just give them some devils tango and a HEA in their ranch.

Thank you🥀

little sun, solecito 

COD - Ranchero!Alejandro Vargas x fem!Ranchera reader 

wc: ~ 5k 18+ masterlist

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, HEA, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, POV swapping, inaccurate references on how to care for horses, original background character introduced (only a few sentences), pet names (solecito, hermosa), power imbalance (alejandro is the boss), mutual pining, only one bed trope, unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving)  a/n: welcome home, nonnie <3. thank you for this request (i might’ve gone a little crazy)! rancho or hacienda is spanish for ranch/farm. ranchero/a is spanish for male rancher/female rancher. tejana is a style of cowboy hats. 

Retiring and choosing to leave Los Vaqueros was a difficult decision for Alejandro to make. The hard bunk beds, starched uniforms, and overall camaraderie would forever be missed. However, chasing down cartels and destroying drug labs took many years of his life. He doesn’t regret any of it, it was always his purpose to save his hometown. Alejandro made a promise to himself, the moment he caught El Sin Nombre, he would retire. Too many soldiers kept going until revenge consumed their entire beings, losing themselves along the way. 

Coming face to face with El Sin Nombre, or Valeria Garza, solidified Alejandro’s plan. Sadness spread through his chest once he heard her name and saw her face. They were in love once upon a time, but it wasn’t sustainable. He knew she had a different, more violent mission for riding Las Almas of cartels. He knew nothing of her ulterior motives. 

Alejandro split his time between his family’s rancho and the military. He knows this place like the back of his hand, yet he’s mostly alone at this point. His parents have long passed, his siblings having married and moved to different parts of Las Almas. The quiet is peaceful, but the skeleton crew can’t handle all of the daily operations on their own. 

His main concern at the moment is the horses. This entire place was left to him by his parents, but the horses were his father’s prized possession. They’re well behaved and cared for, but they’re becoming restless. It's been days since he posted the job opening for stable hands, but no one has applied so far.  

Alejandro makes his rounds through the property, taking note of what needs to be bought or fixed. As he walks towards the stables, his ranch foreman comes out with a solemn look on his face. 

“Boss?” 

“Dígame,” Alejandro responds. [Tell me]

“We can’t find Azul. I think he ran off.”

Alejandro stares back, a pit of anxiety forming in his stomach. A thousand different thoughts run through his head. Some of the fences around the property are broken after a violent hail storm and have yet to be mended. There’s also some large holes on the rougher parts of the hacienda that still need to be filled. If Azul leaves the property, he’s not necessarily friendly when it comes to meeting new people. He doesn’t want to think about Azul falling or getting too far without him. 

- - - 

It's picturesque on this side of Las Almas. As you drive down the main road you see all of the cows and horses grazing on the soft grass. You pass by a few different ranchos, the family names’ stamped proudly on the gates of each one. After seeing a flyer in town for a job opening on the Vargas property, you decided to take the risk and check it out. 

You see the gate leading to the Vargas hacienda when you notice a beautiful horse trotting right in front of it. You slow down the car and scan the area but there seems to be no one else out. The horse stops and begins grazing at the grass. Once your car is in park, you exit and slowly approach him. He looks up at the sound of your voice. 

“Hola, precioso,” you whisper, ”¿De dónde viniste?” [Hi, lovely. Where did you come from?]

He sniffs as you stretch out your hand and gives you a boop with his nose. You take that as a good sign and gently pet him. He belongs to someone, there’s reins attached to the leather loops around his head. 

“Are your owners in here?” You ask while motioning towards the open gate. “Hello?” You call into the gate. No answer. 

You gently grasp the reins and begin walking slowly into the property. The front of the hacienda is empty so you decide to close the gate behind you in case any other horses decide to escape. Your new buddy waits patiently and begins walking again when you take the reins. 

“You’re so beautiful and polite, aren’t you?” You praise him. 

There’s a stone walkway and agave plants leading up to the two-story house. You hear an ATV approaching and wave to get the attention of the person driving. It stops and a man comes out, whistling and calling out the name Azul. You suck in a shaky breath as you take him in. He’s tan and muscular, his broad chest stretching the denim button up he’s wearing. 

“Azul! Where were you?” He exclaims. 

“He was outside when I was driving up and I assumed he was from here.” 

“He is, yeah. Thank you,” he says as he stretches out his hand, ”Alejandro Vargas.”

So this is the owner, you think. You shake his hand and introduce yourself.  

“I’m surprised he let you get close, he usually isn’t nice to strangers.” He continues. 

“Oh! Azul is a sweetheart. Maybe he likes me.” You respond. “I’m actually here to apply for the job as one of the stable hands–” 

“You're hired.” Alejandro interrupts. 

“I – uh, don’t you want to interview me or do a trial run?”

“If Azul trusts you, then so do I.” He responds with a smile on his face. 

- - - 

Alejandro does his best to focus on the task at hand. He’s filling the water tubs while you brush and speak to Azul. Alejandro is almost in a trance, the breeze carries over your soothing voice to where he’s standing. He finds it funny, jealous of a horse who has all of your attention. You’re incredible at your job, treating all of the horses with so much care. Azul is stuck on you, noticeably happy when you take him out to pasture or to ride. 

“¿Todo bien, Alejandro?” You ask. [All good?]

Alejandro snaps out of his daze, noticing you look at him with an amused expression. 

“Yes, why – mierda,” He jumps back as he realizes water is overflowing from the tubs. 

You immediately turn off the faucet and help Alejandro wrap up the hose. Pink blooms on his cheeks from embarrassment. You don’t mention it, your own body warming as you notice sweat on his neck making him look mouthwatering – nope. He’s your boss, who treats you kindly and pays you even better. 

“I was lost in thought,” Alejandro says, taking off his tejana to run a hand through his thick hair. 

“Anything you want to talk about?” You ask. 

He waits a moment before speaking, “You’ve been doing a really great job, solecito.” [little sun]

“Thank you, Alejandro. I like being here.” You give him a smile and a nod before you walk off to your other tasks. 

You feel a pulsing in your lower tummy at the nickname. It’s been over three months of you working here and while in any other situation you would find the nickname patronizing, the way Alejandro says it sounds incredibly sweet. While the rest of the crew lives in the renovated employee house, you live in Alejandro’s home. He told you it was because the house hadn’t been updated to accommodate women employees yet, whatever that means. 

Only one other woman lives in Alejandro’s home, Maritza. She’s an older woman in charge of cooking and general upkeep. Her room is on the first floor and while you’ve never looked around, Maritza often tells you how much she enjoys her own personal space here at the hacienda compared to where she used to work and live. Your room is on the second floor, a few doors down from Alejandro’s master bedroom. 

You keep only your most important belongings in there, but everytime Alejandro makes a run into town, he’ll bring you back a new lamp, lavender soap, or anything else he could find in the color pink. Decor and trinkets fill your room at his insistence. It was weird at first to accept gifts from him, especially since he’s your boss. One thing you’ve learned quickly is how stubborn Alejandro is. He’s no longer a Coronel, but still carries himself with annoyingly hot authority. 

Alejandro works his way around the property, making sure his new employees are up to task and have the support they need. He doesn’t let you out of his sight much. He tells himself that it's only in case you have a question or need help with something, but even then that's a lie. You’re a lot stronger than you look, moving hay bales or metal tubs with no issue. You caught him staring once, raising an eyebrow while he tried to come up with an excuse as to why he was there.

He’s met many strong women in his life, none quite like you. None of them have the same wind-chime laugh or mesmerizing tilt to their voice. None look at him with so much warmth in their eyes or consume his thoughts like you do. There’s moments when he’s alone in his bed, wondering what it would be like to have you right next to him, wondering what it would be like to wake up wrapped in your scent. Other moments when you’re having breakfast together and going over the assignments for the day, he thinks about you taking his last name and staking your claim in this place where you rightfully belong. 

While he’d love to ask you out on a date, to see you in the short dresses you wear when going out with friends, he's too scared to lose you. Of course you’re valuable to the hacienda, but your presence in his home has given him a new outlook on life. Alejandro wasn’t sure how life would be after retirement, he was alarmed at losing the routine he knew for so many years. You’ve helped him find a new purpose in life, one where retirement is a new chapter to something better.  

“I don’t think it's going to rain,” one of the employees says while locking up the shed. “The sky looks clear.” 

Alejandro looks up, absentmindedly nodding as he takes in the clear sky. “We’ll close everything, just in case.”

- - - 

The sound of thunder and heavy downpour wakes you from sleep. You sit up in bed, groaning from the sudden noise. The large window by the vanity is in direct view of the stables. You move the curtains and try to see if the doors flew open or if you can hear any sounds of distress coming from the horses. The thunder is too loud, and you make the decision to take a look outside. You open the door to your room, almost crashing into Alejandro who’s in the process of zipping up his jacket and walking to the stairs.

“Woah, you okay?” He asks, placing his hands on your waist to keep you steady. 

Even through the layer of the thick jacket, you can feel the heat coming from his big hands. His hair is standing up straight in a few places and his eyes are half-lidded, he just woke up too. You nod, realizing you haven’t responded to his question. “I was going to check on the horses to see if they’re okay.” 

“No, solecito. Stay inside, I’ll go check on them. It’s too dangerous.” He responds. 

“Alejandro, it’s my job,” you remind him, ”how about we both go?” 

He stifles a groan, loving the way you say his name. “Okay, we’ll both go. Stay close to me.” 

Alejandro doesn’t give you much of a choice, grabbing your wrist in his big hand and making your head spin from the warmth. He leads you to the stable but not before pulling your hood over your head. You take a peek through one of the windows and see all of the horses sound asleep. 

“Let’s go back,” He yells over the sound of the harsh wind. 

He keeps his hand wrapped around your wrist as you both lightly jog back into the house, boots and jackets thrown on the bench as you enter. The home is quiet and dark, everyone around the rancho fast asleep. You jump at a loud strike of lightning, Alejandro quickly moving you away from the windows. 

“¿No te gusta las tormentas?” He asks, no judgment in his voice. [You don't like thunderstorms?]

“Not really,” you say.

“How about we get you in bed, yeah?” Alejandro says as he motions to the stairs. 

He takes in the look of unease on your face and gets a sudden urge to take you to his room, where he can help you forget all about the chaos outside. Another crack of thunder resonates, and you cling onto Alejandro’s arm. 

“I don’t think I can sleep in my room tonight. The window is too close to my bed.” You say with a pained voice. “Can I sleep in one of the other rooms?” 

“I haven’t furnished the other rooms yet,” he says gently, ”how about you take my bed and I’ll take the couch inside?” 

You think about it, realizing that it's probably not a good idea to sleep in your boss’ room. However, the thunder continues and you decide to rein in your attraction to him.  

“Okay.” 

You dry yourself from the rain and change into pajamas while he waits outside of the bedroom door. Alejandro stills as he takes in the silk robe that wraps around your body once the door opens. He turns before he says something stupid and leads you to the master bedroom. There’s a king size bed in the middle of the room and a loveseat by the window. The nightstand holds a lamp that's turned on, casting low rays of light around the room.  

“I’ll be here if you need anything,” Alejandro says while pointing to the loveseat.

You pause at the foot of the bed, the sheets rumpled from where he slept before jumping out of bed. How many times have you fantasized about being in his room and wrapped in his sheets? Now isn’t the time, you think, he’s being nice and you’re acting weird. The loveseat is small, he’ll barely fit laying down. Alejandro shouldn’t be uncomfortable in his own home, much less his own room. 

“Alejandro?” You nervously ask, “What if we share the bed? It's big enough for the both of us.”

He gives you an indiscernible look, waiting a few breaths before responding. 

“Is that what you want?” He whispers. 

You suppress a shiver at the rasp of his voice and the look in his eyes.

“Yes.” 

You move to the side of the bed that doesn’t look slept on and climb under the covers after removing your robe. He walks into the en-suite bathroom and comes out a few moments later wearing black pajama bottoms and a henley shirt. You can’t help but giggle at the amount of pillows on Alejandro’s bed. Everything is soft from the mattress to the luxury sheets. 

“I never imagined your bed would be like this, Alejandro.” 

He quirks an eyebrow as he gets under the covers, ”I like soft things.” He fluffs the pillow underneath his head and continues, “When I was in the military and even with Los Vaqueros, we slept in bunk beds. They weren’t uncomfortable, but nothing compared to this.”

You turn to face him, propping your face on your hand. He smells good, like soap and leather. 

“Once I left, one of the first things I bought was a new bed.” He says while staring up at the ceiling. 

The lull of his voice calms you, instantly making you forget about what’s happening outside. 

“Do you miss it? Los Vaqueros?” 

Alejandro takes a deep breath before responding, “A veces. I miss the soldiers and the chaos. Planning missions and even sleeping on the cold ground when we would do stakeouts.” [Sometimes]

“You miss bossing people around?” 

He turns to look at you, trying but failing to keep the stern look in his eyes. “I was the Coronel, it was my job.” 

You continue teasing, ”that’s why you like being the owner here, right? You still get to be the boss.” 

He laughs and the sound causes pleasant tingles to spread through your body. You smile, loving the way Alejandro’s eyes wrinkle at the corners. 

He gets a pensive look on his face. “I wasn’t sure what retirement was going to be like.”

You stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt him. 

“But it was time to do something for myself.”

Alejandro holds your stare, the heated look from before returning in his gaze. You feel hypnotized, your breathing becoming shallow and wetness pooling between your thighs. He brings up his hand, slowly bringing it up to your face. The back of his hand caresses your heated cheeks and down to your jaw. 

“Hermosa,” Alejandro whispers. [Beautiful]

The tip of your tongue peeks out to run across your bottom lip and he follows the movement with his eyes. You scoot up on the bed and lean over him, placing a chaste kiss to his plump mouth. Alejandro wraps a hand on the back of your neck to bring you in closer and deepen the kiss. It's soft and slow, the both of you learning the shape of each other’s lips. You don’t feel anxious or scared of the thunderstorm anymore, your focus is on Alejandro’s mouth and his warm hand on your skin. 

You place both hands on his chest, desperate for the natural heat escaping his body. He groans in your mouth and slips his other hand under your shirt to tease the seam of your shorts. You gasp at the feel of his rough and calloused fingers. He takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth and grip you tighter. He quickly flips you both over so that you’re laying on your back and he’s on top. 

“Look at what you do to me,” Alejandro groans, pressing his aching cock between your warm thighs. 

“Alejandro,” you moan. 

“What do you need, solecito?” 

“Your mouth,” you whimper. 

“Where?” he groans, “On your soft tits? Wet pussy?” 

“Bo–both, please.” 

Alejandro nods, grinding down on your clothed pussy before leaning back. He helps take off your shirt then shorts and soaked panties. Dios, he whispers as he takes in your body. He doesn’t touch you yet, quickly taking off his own clothes to press against your naked skin. He trails kisses from your forehead to the tip of your nose and down to your soft mouth. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he skims his nose down your neck, inhaling the sweet scent. 

He’s associated you with the scent of lavender. The first time he met you, the gentle breeze brought that scent over to him. Alejandro couldn’t help himself after that, taking any opportunity to stand close to you and inhale deeply. It’s in the lotion you wear, and after he bought you the soaps, part of your shower routine as well. You had said it so innocently, Thank you for the soaps, and all he could think about was you in the shower. Water and bubbles cascading down your body as you rubbed yourself with something he bought you. 

With both hands, Alejandro grasps your swollen breasts and rubs his fingers on your hard nipples. Whines fall from your mouth and he quickly presses his lips to yours. You dig your fingers into his thick hair and pull. He takes that moment to press his naked cock on your slick; back and forth, back and forth through your wet folds. 

Alejandro keeps moving down, gently sucking the skin around your nipples. He wants to take his time to memorize the taste of your skin and the moans that fall from your mouth when he licks or sucks a certain way. You’re impatient underneath him, grinding up on his length and pulling his hair. 

Alejandro hisses from sting, ”Paciencia, hermosa.” [Have patience]

He likes it, how twitchy and loud you are underneath him. How even with his words your fingers continue gripping and pulling at his hair. Alejandro moves his hips away, on the brink of finishing before he’s even inside of you. Finally, he gives you what you want. He takes one of your aching nipples in his mouth and sucks deep. Your head presses back into the mattress from the heat of his mouth. Alejandro is a little mean, licking then biting each tip. He’s sloppy with his mouth, leaving lingering bites and saliva on your skin. 

You can cum from this. Pleasure claws from your core up your overheated body, missing the feel of his cock pressed against you. And while you don’t know what an orgasm from nipple play feels like, you hope he doesn’t stop. He knows you’re close from the high pitched moans and the chants of his name that fall from your pretty lips. Not yet, he wants your slick on his tongue. Alejandro moves down with bites on the soft planes of your tummy. 

You try to stop him, so close from the edge. “Alejandro, wa-wait.” 

“No, want to taste you,” He whispers, reaching your mound and placing an opened mouth kiss. 

He spreads you open and places one of your thighs over his shoulder. Right when you’re about to ask him to keep sucking your nipples, he spreads open your slick folds and swipes his tongue up and down. Alejandro moans at the taste of your arousal spreading across his tongue. He places a hand on your hip to keep you from moving too much. With two fingers, he plunges inside your tight entrance. Your back arches up, his digits moving slowly but stretching you nonetheless. 

“Ale – fuck, more.”

He flicks the tip of his tongue on your clit then pauses to respond, “Sí, hermosa.” 

Alejandro speeds up his fingers, curving and plunging them all the way in. His cock is hurting and it takes all his strength not to grind on the sheets. You swear you can see stars the moment he sucks your clit. Everything he does starts gentle then gets rougher a few moments later. His tongue is rough on your clit and his fingers match the pace. Everything in you stills then clenches, finally falling off the edge. 

Your mouth opens with harsh moans and you shudder with each wave of your orgasm. Alejandro happily swallows the gush of wetness that leaves your pussy. Your hands never leave his hair until you push him away and beg him to stop, no more please, Alejandro. He places a wet, sloppy kiss on your swollen button and removes his fingers. Alejandro climbs up your body and keeps your thighs spread, slapping his angry cock on your glistening pussy. 

With his clean hand he grips your jaw and lightly shakes your head for you to focus on him. You watch as he sucks his wet fingers into his mouth. You reach up, pulling his wrist towards you and latching on his fingers. He moans, imagining your warm mouth around his cock. You choke a little, Alejandro plunging to the back of your throat. You can taste yourself on his warm skin. He pulls his fingers out abruptly with strings of your saliva stuck to them. 

“Ready?” He asks, bumping the tip of his mushroom head on your clit. 

“Wait,” you say, sitting up a little to touch and finally see his length. You see him, tan and thick. With light fingertips, you touch his length. “So velvety,” you whisper. 

Somewhere between a groan and a chuckle falls from his mouth, ”Enough, lista?” [ready?]

“Yes, please.” 

You lean back on the bed and stretch your thighs as much as possible. He grips the back of one, his other hand guiding himself down to your entrance. Your hands grip the sheets the moment you feel him push in. You’re not sure if it's your imagination or the heat of the moment but you can feel every vein on his cock. His chin falls to his chest, eyes shut closed. It feels right, like this is where he belongs. Alejandro stops halfway to catch his breath and check on you. 

“Okay?” He asks. 

“Ye-yeah, keep going.” You stammer out. 

He grabs one of your hands and links his fingers through yours. Holding your stare, he thrusts the rest of the way in. You whimper, feeling his tip kiss your cervix. Alejandro’s eyes are a little wild and his mouth parts open with heavy breaths. He pulls out most of the way, glancing down to see himself covered in your sticky arousal. He keeps his eyes there, seeing how you swallow him with each slow roll of his hips. 

Alejandro won’t last long, he can feel the ache in his heavy balls. You wrap around him so tight and so perfect. His fantasies of this don’t come anywhere close to the real thing. Your thighs tighten around his hips, encouraging him to go faster. 

“You like that, solecito?” 

You manage a nod and a hum. He’s everywhere. The scent of him on the bed, drops of sweat falling from his chest onto your own sweaty skin, him deep inside of you. Alejandro tightens his hold on your hand and pistons faster. It’s beautiful and you never want it to end. He becomes rougher with his thrusts and you clench around him, wanting him to stay deep inside of you. Alejandro drags a thumb through your slick mess and brings it up to your clit. 

“I’m – ungh – close,” he whimpers, “where do I–” 

“Inside me, inside me, inside me,” you chant. 

He rubs his wet thumb over and over your clit. You're blinded by the heat that takes over your body, spasming on his unrelenting cock. Your moans are loud, yet you don’t care. The thunderstorm outside drowns out any noise coming from the room. It’s too much, him fucking you and rubbing the tight bundle or nerves. On the brink of overstimulation, you push his hand away and revel in the sweet aftershocks of your orgasm, knowing Alejandro is close behind. 

Alejandro feels you pulse and flutter around him and he continues to snap his hips. Still clutching your hand, he moves the other to grip your hip. Pleasure scrapes at the base of his spine and his heavy balls twitch. He unloads hot, white ropes of cum inside of your pussy. Falling forward, he pulls your hand above your head and keeps pounding into you. He tries to kiss you, but it's all spit and teeth. Neither of you care, focusing instead on his cock spearing inside of you. 

He slows his thrusts until he’s unfortunately overstimulated and soft. Alejandro releases your hand and you immediately run your fingers through his hair. You kiss him properly, lazily licking the inside of his mouth. He drags warm hands down to your thighs and up your ribcage. He moves his lips up to your forehead and kisses along your hairline. 

“Good?” He asks.

“Yeah, perfect.” 

Alejandro leans back and slips out, both of you hissing from the loss of contact. He makes you walk with him to the bathroom where he wipes you with a warm cloth. He leaves to grab you a glass of water while you quickly do your business and after you’ve washed your hands he comes back. While you drink your water, he changes the now messy sheets and then brings you under the covers. 

It’s not long before you fall asleep, comforted in his arms. You wake a few hours later at the sound of his alarm, body and pussy deliciously sore. The sun is peeking over the horizon and the sky is clear with no evidence of a storm. Alejandro shuts off the alarm and tucks you in closer to his side. 

“How about we skip work today?” He whispers. 

You hum, wanting nothing more than to stay wrapped in Alejandro’s arms. “I don’t think we can, cowboy.” 

He mumbles below his breath, “Sí podemos, I’m the boss.” [Yes we can]

You laugh and disentangle your limbs from his. Pretty soon Maritza will begin her morning chores and the last thing you want is to be caught leaving your boss’ room, no matter how good his bed feels. He puts up a fight, rubbing his hands over your sensitive skin and kissing you until you're breathless again. You persist, slowly putting on your clothes and robe, skipping your panties because you can’t find them. Alejandro walks you to the door and presses his naked body to your front. 

“Tonight,” he says between kisses, “there’s supposed to be another thunderstorm.” 

You smile against his mouth, ”Oh really?”

“Sí, I can protect you in here again.” 

Alejandro finally lets you slip out of the bedroom with a quick slap on your ass. You quickly walk to your room but not before running into Maritza with a folded pile of towels in her hand. She takes one look at your face and suppresses a smile, walking away with a chipper Buenos dias. It’s hard to hide your attraction to Alejandro after that. He doesn’t make it easier, helping you mount or dismount the horses despite you not needing it, only so he can wrap his hands around your waist. 

You see some of the crew planting in a patch of soil. After asking Alejandro, he lets you know its lavender. Reminds me of you, he says with a quick swat to your ass. Alejandro doesn’t call you by your name anymore, choosing Solecito or Hermosa even when around the other employees. They don’t mind, Alejandro noticeably happier now that he’s in love. 

He gifts you Azul as an engagement present along with new riding gear and a black tejana that matches his. Your personal belongings are eventually moved into the master bedroom, your heart soaring when looking into the big closet and seeing your clothes amongst his. You find your panties from the first night, tucked deep into his nightstand. Touches of your own decorating style are present through the hacienda, Alejandro taking it upon himself to find a visible place for the wedding photo.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.64 Babies

The next day was Sophia's first day off, and it was so nice to see her still sleeping beside me when my eyes finally opened. I smiled as I got up to prepare breakfast, remembering we'd have the entire day together for the first time. My goal was not to wake her, but rustling around the kitchen definitely did. She threw her arms around my waist from behind with a breathy good morning. She had such simple way of making me feel loved and appreciated it. I wanted to return the sentiment, but again, I didn't feel like the moment was right.

As we ate, we discussed potential activities to commemorate our first day alone together. Everything I suggested required us getting dressed and leaving the house. But to my surprise, she requested to stay home, put her hair up, and wear sweats. I guess we had done a lot of socializing that week. It didn't bother me one bit, but she wasn't as outgoing and social as me, so I agreed to a cozy day in because any time spent with Sophia was time well spent, no matter where or what.

She gasped as a random thought came to mind.

"The dog! We could adopt our dog today!"

"Oh right!"

We were supposed to do that yesterday, but my impromptu trip to Mama's house derailed that plan. After breakfast, we got dressed and went to the adoption website.

"See anyone you like?" I asked.

"All of them?"

"HA! Nice try."

We had trouble narrowing down our choices and had the agent bring the three puppies we liked the most. We hoped interacting with them would help make the decision easier, but as soon as she opened the crate, those little guys ran out and completely ruined our ability to think straight. They were all so cute and had distinct personalities. How could we choose?

I thought I liked the one with the spots the best. He was very playful but wouldn't stop barking and was annoyingly loud. The adoption lady kept yelling at him, and I could have sworn I saw him giving her the evil eye.

Sophia and I both liked the brown one, so he was a definite yes.

But there was something about the gray one. She kept following me around, probably because she knew we were meant for each other. I couldn't let the adoption lady take her away. Our original plan was to adopt one dog, but I was incapable of choosing between the two. Luckily, it took zero convincing for Sophia to agree to adopt them both, so we became parents of two adorable fur babies.

Their names were Kooper and Rosie. I wondered if they knew each other from the adoption center because they took to each other like dye in melted wax. We watched them play happily together for a few minutes and knew we had made the right decision to get them both. Training and raising two puppies would be tough, but at least they would have each other, and Sophia and I wouldn't have to constantly entertain them.

After watching them play for a bit, we bought feeders, beds, and toys like the responsible dog parents we were. Once everything was set up, we looked around and felt pretty good about this new journey we embarked. Sophia got on the computer to work on her exam prep, and I sat next to her for moral support, scrolling through Social Bunny.

"Can you believe we adopted two dogs?" Sophia asked.

I snorted.

"We're crazy."

"How big do you think they'll get?"

"Hopefully not too big. This house is pretty small, even for the two of us."

I couldn't catch the words as they exited my mouth, and I hoped she wasn't offended, seeing as I never told her how I felt about the house. I was stating a fact, not expressing disgust. But luckily, she agreed and said she'd been thinking about moving ever since I arrived, and the only reason she lived there was because of the cheap rent. She continued that train of thought, but I couldn't hear her over my own thoughts. I'd been trying for two days to keep my feelings inside while I waited for the right time to express them. But I felt something like a volcano building up pressure inside me, and I couldn't stop it if I wanted to.

"I love you," I shouted.

She gasped and clutched at her heart.

"Tell me again."

"I love you."

In what looked like one movement, she went from sitting at the desk to sitting in my lap and kissing me like the world would end tomorrow. Clothes began flying, and before I knew it, we were in Sixam again.

We laid there in a catatonic state for a few moments, panting, sweating profusely, wondering how our bodies could handle so much pleasure. If the woohoo kept getting exponentially better like it had been, I wasn't sure if I could survive this relationship, heh. Sweet Watcher! She was dangerous.

Eventually, I came back to life and got up to see about the ruckus in the other room. I saw a huge puddle on the rug. But when Kooper ran inside and shook himself dry—creating yet another puddle—I exhaled in relief that it was only water from the rain. Our life with those two was going to be action-packed. I could feel it. But I loved those little boogers already and wouldn't have it any other way.

Need to catch up? See what you missed or start reading here!

[thebladeblaster]

Time for part 2 of the reverse of my original Pokémon and Vanguard crossover

Hilariously Hilbert is kinda Aichi in this situation because he’s goofing off and having a good time in the outdoors completely unaware of the supernatural zombie apocalypse going on😅.

Onto the girls 👏.

So Green is tracking down Red to drag him home. She’s accompanied by Blue and they meet Lucas pretty early into the story. Let’s just say the results are similar to when a certain other sister of a protagonist tried to bring her brother home. They both end up being a big help in the long run. Green helps with not only fending off the reverse but keeping everyone’s morale high in their dire situation. She had helped Red defeat Team Rocket though hadn’t really been too into the gym challenge. The first serious battles she had were against Team Rocket to help her brother which made her more motivated to get stronger. She was absolutely crushed when he left and honestly wants to slap him in the face for all the grief he’s caused her and her mother. It’s been 6 years that she has been searching for him and at this point it’s evolved beyond slapping to throttling him.

Lyra kinda just ends up getting blindsided by the whole invasion and gets reversed. When she is free she is able to help gather people with Green to storm the enemy. She ended up catching Suicune. She did fight Team Rocket a few times when she ran into them and helped Ethan make a fake uniform to sneak into the base.

May ends up fighting Brendan while reversed. After coming to her senses she’s pissed and wants revenge on the person responsible. She trains like crazy and is able to track them down with scent alone. She’s really good at finding stuff and survival which makes her very good in this situation. She takes down a lot of reverse fighters because she’s mad and wants all the smoke. May has always been very drawn to battling though isn’t naturally talented. After her father nearly got himself killed by a Salamence she became even more strongly motivated to become a powerful battler not only for herself but to protect her loved ones and never feel helpless again. She’s gotten to where she is though effort alone and is always preparing for the next challenge. After RSE she completed the Battle Frontier and just went on to continue competing in official tournaments.

Dawn is currently in the 1800s😅. She’s not really physically present in the story and is in flashbacks. Lucas has been lovesick for her for a while but she is as oblivious as a shonen protagonist. It also doesn’t help that Lucas has no confidence and feels like she’s out of his league. She’s had a very big impact on the people around her which has left them feeling hollow in her absence. Dawn has been missing for a few months by the beginning of the story. Overall, not too much to say because she’s not present.

Hilda like Hilbert appears WAY later. I’m still thinking up the set but she’s one of the first main characters outside of the Japanese regions to realize that something strange is going on and there’s likely a coverup. As an actor she’s been to a lot of different places which is reflected in her team. Her team is actually magical girl themed because instead of super heroes being the craze in the Pokémon world it’s actually magical girls. The role she plays is that of Mienshao Mask. Through her perspective we get to see the growing suspicions of the outside world about what’s really going on in Japan.

Their teams:

The story would start in Sinnoh with characters like Green and Blue going there for their own reasons. At first they’re just trying to find out everything they can about the reverse while avoiding getting reversed. That would shift to them launching attacks on their major hubs with the reverse rings. A turning point would be when the assault on Hoenn happens and one reverse fighter slips through. There’s other stuff in between but I haven’t ironed out all the details 😅. Eventually they find out that to end the whole thing that they need to beat Olympia which leads to the big final siege on where she’s living.

The reverse edits that I’ve made so far. Note: The characters that I have made reverse edits for aren’t confirmed. I just want to cover my bases in case I decide it later. I’m going to make reverse edits for everyone involved in story eventually whether they get one or not😅. Lyra has Suicune, Dawn has Giratina, and I’m still debating on if Hilda has Meloetta. They’re not shown on the teams for the same reason as the guys.

Overall, I tried to give each of their reverses different vibes to make them feel distinct.

[sadruru]

A little bit about the events in Barovia: I'll describe a bit of what happened to Light and her company. 1. In the Baron's mansion we had to fight the guards who were looking for Viktor Vallakovich for some reason. We killed them. Nita didn't like it, with low HP she freaked out and decided to lift the couch instead of Ismark. Failed her athleticism test and got a bleed. Light decided to help and angrily healed her.

2.I didn't tell you last time, but this guy's name is Albian. A red-haired guy with green clothes and green eyes. He's a warlock, but he's not an elf. He was originally born human, but Light somehow managed to talk to him separately and found out that his special appearance is due to a pact, just like his hat. Berries and flowers constantly grow on the hat, and he can't take it off for long. Albian didn't say who he made the pact with, and Light didn't insist. But she quickly realized that it seemed to be one of the very powerful fairies. He also talks weird. Like a storyteller from a fairy tale. And he gave everyone nicknames. He calls Light a blackberry. We offered to help him find Victor, his friend (yes, in our game, he is Victor's good friend). We agreed. But he only whispered what he looked like in Light's ear. I was shocked by such an act, blushed and banged my fist on the table for a long time. Yeah, I like watching them as a funny couple.

3. Light ran off in embarrassment with Tyrin, a priestess of Suna, the goddess of love and beauty. Somehow, miraculously, things had devolved into a rather personal conversation. Light told a bit about herself. The half elf tried to convince the fairy that she should try to open her heart again and not remember the past. Light really wants to go home.

Even I myself was amazed by this kind of conversation, even though this is my first time playing DnD. We talk to each other a lot. It brings out our characters more. And it seems like Light really fell in love~

4. …But someone clearly has trust issues, and there are many reasons for that. Because of the Shadow Plan, the fairy has emotional problems. She never feels happy or cheerful. Sveta dislikes people very much… She killed those who betrayed her and felt nothing, no conscience torments her. It scares her. I've noticed that a lot of my characters have trust issues. I need to think about it…

5. We fled the city from an angry mob of peasants. We stopped for the night in the woods on the way to the Abbey of St. Markovia. We even found Victor! Now we have a long rest. Turns out Albian can do different hairstyles (he has 2 younger sisters). Light got brave and asked him to braid her hair. He agreed.

I'm really glad he's being nice to her at all. But I've been told that he and Victor are in this story for a reason and could be very disappointing…

I love the drama and the glass eating. Thanks. I wish I hadn't been told that... 🗿

6. Right now, Light wasn't thrilled with her appearance. But Albian hinted that Victor might be able to tell her something about her problem. I already know what's haunting her. I'm freaked out by that fact. Maybe later I'll drop a hint who exactly.

7. Darcy is our dhampir. The whole group wishes she and Ismark were together. He's really paying attention to her. Albian's finished with her hair. Even added flowers.

Light is cute~ But Albian is blind and can't see that she really likes him 🗿🗿🗿

And me, of course. Some memes!~ I once stayed up all night and day. I turned into the Joker. I told jokes, screamed about crazy ending theories, about Victor, Albian, myself, panicked. The Dungeon Master just silently read my ramblings with interest... and smiled. Shook my hand in messages. I'm really scared now and I'm wondering what's going to happen next. What did I sign up for?!..

[baurbiediv]

How about Jack reacting to Sage going on a date?

a/n: jack is gonna lose his shit

dad!jack x mom!reader

feeling pretty

sage and elijah were at that age where kids started developing one another which was understandable.

when you and jack started talking to each other you were the same age as both sage and elijah. sage had a lot of your features and jack’s features, but she took up your curly hair, brown eyes, caramel skin, and freckles that were displayed across her cheeks.

you were glad to see that at least one of your children looked like you and not jack’s crazy ass. you’d been helping sage get ready for her first ever date that you refused to tell jack about, he really didn’t need to know cause if he did all hell would absolutely break loose.

you were pinning up sage’s hair since she wanted to look nice for her first date ever. elijah was aware about the date but he swore he wouldn’t tell his father, and in fact he would act as if he never knew anything about it. you finished her hair and you smiled widely, “my baby girl is so grown up now!” you exclaimed as you pretended to wipe a fake fake tear away.

“mom, stooooop!” sage groaned as she covered her face. you giggled as you softly placed a hand on her shoulder, “okay okay, i swear i’ll stop. but seriously sage, you look so beautiful.”

you say as you kiss her cheek and hug her, when you feel her hug you back you couldn’t help but softly smile at the healthy relationship that you had with your daughter.

your moment was cut short when elijah came bursting into the room. you and sage look at him then look back at each other as you had a ‘what the fuck’ look on your faces. “dad said he’d be home in twenty minutes.” elijah nearly screamed.

you and sage scrambled to get up as all three of you ran around her room in an attempt to quickly get her out the house. sage went to grab her shoes as she put them on, elijah screaming for no reason, and you checking your phone for any missed calls from jack.

much to your surprise, no missed calls. the three of you quickly made your way down the stairs and to the front door, “do you have everything? phone? money? wallet? pepper spray? your pocketknife?” you asked her and she nodded and gave you a simple ‘yes’ after every question.

you signed in relief, “okay good, i want you to be back home no later than 11:30, got it?” you sternly told her. “i promise to be home no later than 11:30.” she repeated, you smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before she left the house. “love you mom, love you eli!”

she quickly waved before getting into the car with her date as they pulled off. you closed the door and looked at elijah, “now as soon as he gets home we need to act like everything is completely normal.” you told him and he nodded in compliance.

about 20 minutes strolled by before you heard the front door open followed by voices, you’d been in the kitchen cooking for you and elijah. you heard druski and urban’s voices booming in the house as they were talking about something before you looked up to see them walking into the kitchen with clay and jack following behind them.

“nephew!” you hear urban yell as he walks over to elijah and daps him up. you smile as you feel jack wrap his arms around your waist. “mm, your infamous pasta smells amazing ma.” he said as he kissed your cheek. you giggle, “why thank you mr. harlow!” you smile at him.

“ay, elijah cover your eyes your parents look like they’re about to fool around.” druski laughed while you and jack both turned around and glared at him at the exact time.

“i, uh, my bad.” druski said as he nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “that’s what i thought.” you and jack said at the same time as you both laughed. you ended up making more food than you originally wanted to but that was no problem.

all the boys had gathered at the kitchen island to eat and you watched as they all ate like barbaric animals. “my god.” you said and they all looked up, “what?” they all said in unison.

you shook your head as they looked at each other, shrugged and went back to eating. “hey, y/n, where’s my favorite niece and only niece at?” clay asked, mouth full of alfredo. you and elijah looked at each other, thank god nobody saw it.

“yeah where is my daughter at?” jack asked, emphasis on ‘is’. you looked over at jack and clay, “she’s out with some friends right now, she’ll be home soon!” you tell them as you give them a corny ass smile. time rolls around and the clock reads 11:30, jack had been whining like crazy as he missed his daughter.

meanwhile, the rest of the boys in the living room yelling like crazy and arguing over something stupid. you and jack had been sitting on the couch, your head rested against his chest as your legs were draped over his lap as his arm was wrapped around your shoulders.

sage walked in grinning from ear to ear. druski was the first person to acknowledge her walking into the living room, “sage! my niece what’s good!” he said as he walked over to her hugging her as she hugged him back. “hey uncle dru!” she exclaimed. you smiled at the interaction between the two.

after dru was done talking her jack got up to hug her, you watched the two as your heart nearly melted from how cute they were. “how was your night? you have fun with your friends?” jack asked sage as she nodded. “yeah we all went out to eat and went to the movies.” she said, thank god she remembered what and what not to tell him.

but of course jack knew she was around someone other than her friends, he could smell the faint cologne. “you sure you were hanging out with just friends?” he asked her, by this time elijah was sitting next to you while eavesdropping on the conversation. sage looked up at her father with a confused look. “uh yeah i’m sure.” she said as she questioned her father’s moves. jack looked at you and elijah as you both scrambled to look away from him. “did you go on a date?” jack asked her, now looking serious. sage gulped and she sighed in defeat, “i did..” she said looking guilty as ever.

jack let out an exasperated sigh and dramatically put his hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, “oh my god!” he exclaimed. elijah was laughing while sage just stared at her father in confusion. jack turned to you, still keeping up with his theatrics, “how could you not tell me y/n!” jack gasped. you looked back at him, “look at how you’re acting!“ you dragged out as you got up and walked over to him. the rest of the boys heard the conversation albeit they continuously argued over stupid.

“SAGE HAS A BOYFRIEND?!” they all yelled in unison. sage groaned and she stomped her way upstairs to her room. jack narrowed his eyes towards elijah, “did you know about this?” he asked him. you intervened before anything else could happen. “nah uh! you will not got on my other baby jackman! leave him alone.” you told him. jack huffed and puffed, “you will never get to treat me like this ever again y/n!” he said before dramatically dropping and laying down on the couch.

“yeah whatever jack.”

—

i got carried away, i love sage and elijah. 😔

[jiliansky-blog]

Wake me up. Chapter 14. Feelings untold

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2350

Morpheus

I didn’t know what had gotten into me. Usually, I court a woman sometime. And our adventures definitely weren’t courting. But I couldn’t just think strictly back there. And I was expected to feel better, but I didn’t. Was it a passion? Or was I really madly in love with this crazy girl?

“Do you think they found a new victim already?” I asked.

“Certainly”, Y\N replied. “In the original story, they choose another girl. He chooses the girl that he fell in love with”.

“Dark story,” I admitted.

"Indeed," she agreed. “There wasn’t a happy ending”.

“And why do you like this story?” I asked.

“I don’t know; this story was standing out for me years ago,” she said. “The main character, who is a writer, found her dark prince with a dark secret. But she has the strength to fight these demons, even if she loves him”.

"Interesting," I said.

Would she fight me if I turned against her? I didn’t want to check it out.

“Why are you frowning again?” she asked. “I’m not going to fight you. Oh damn, I don’t see them. Where are they?”

“They are your dreams,” I said. “Try to find them”.

“I suppose they can be at the hotel,” she said. “But they shouldn’t see you. They should think that I am alone”.

“I won’t leave you alone with murders,” I said.

“And you shouldn’t”, she smiled. “Can you be unnoticed or invisible? Or turn yourself into a raven? And then you can join me, when we… Oh! I know! You can be a raven at first and then turn yourself to a cat, so I can take you with me to their mansion”.

“I don’t like the idea, but alright,” I sighed. “I will do this”.

“Thank you,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.

We left the house. I turned to the raven, and she caught a cab and went to the hotel. I hope this will end soon.

When you entered the hotel, you asked where they stayed. And you ran to their room. Thomas was very surprised to see you.

“Y\N”, he said. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you could leave without telling me,” you whispered.

“And where is your brother?” her sister asked.

“He is not my brother,” you said. “He is just my guardian. We had a fight, and he left somewhere. I took my chance…”

“Don’t worry,” Thomas said and made a quick look at his sister. “We will take care of you. Lucile, can I talk to her alone?”

"Alright," she said, and she went away.

“I will take care of you,” he said. “But we need to go back to England soon. Will your guardian look for you?”

“I don’t know”, you said. “He doesn’t where do you live”.

“You shouldn’t tell him either,” he said softly. And you think, What if all this was real? Would Lucile try to kill Morpheus as her guardian or fiancée too?

“I won’t”, you replied.

“I know, that we were meant me the moment I saw you», he whispered.

Did he tell this to all the women he married? You will never know it.

“I felt it too,” you replied. “Before I go with you, I need to pack my things before my guardian returns. And I need to take my cat”.

“Lucile... she doesn’t like pets,” he said.

“I can’t leave him,” you replied.

"Alright," Thomas sighed. “We will figure something out. Do you wish to stay with us?”

You were afraid to imagine how Morpheus could react to that. And you were even more scared of talking to crazy Lucile. Thomas was traumatized, but his sister was an absolute psychopath. You should return to Morpheus.

"No," you said almost apologetically. “I need to pack things”.

“Alright, should I take you home then?” he asked.

“Yes, you can,” you smiled.

Morpheus probably is going to be furious. But maybe he will stay with you tonight. You would love it. At least he doesn’t deny his feelings anymore.

“Are you sure that your guardian won’t follow you?” asked Thomas.

“I don’t know really”, you sighed.

You can sense that Morpheus flies nearby. Also, you hope he is not too angry. You talked to Thomas, and he was charming and smart. But less real than Morpheus. Perhaps Thomas just wants to charm you. Or it was your feelings for Morpheus.

“We are here,” you said. “Thank you”.

"Yes," he said, smiling and kissing your hand. “I will come for you when the time comes. Until then, farewell, Miss YN”.

"Farewell," you smiled.

The moment he went away, Morpheus appeared next to you in his human form. And he didn’t look pleased.

“I don’t like it,” he said.

“I know,” you said, taking his arm and going inside. “But they took the bite. Soon they will come for me, and you go with me”.

“I won’t leave you with them.” His eyes were burning with something.

“I didn’t ask you,” you smiled.

“You’re impossible,” he smirked.

“I know,” you replied. “You keep telling me this”.

And you kissed his cheek. Yes, Morpheus was definitely better. And he looks even more attractive in his black suit. With raven hair tied back. He was better than any other dream you have about men.

“So, how long should we wait?” he asked.

“I hope that it won’t be long”, you replied. “They should hurry if they don’t want to return you quickly and break their plan”.

“What if I were the guardian or your fiancée?” he asked. “What would they do?”

“They would probably try to kill you,” you said. “They did it to her father”.

“To the main character of this story?” he asked.

"Yes," you said. “They picked lonely women whom no one would look for”.

“But you’re not alone,” he said. “How would they explain murdering a young gentleman? He can’t just disappear”.

“Probably they would make it look like a natural death,” you shrugged. “But I have questions. And her friend had questions too”.

“Well, a surprise is waiting for them,” he smirked.

“Indeed”, you smiled. “A lot of surprises. The moment they come for me, you should turn into the cat”.

“You will pay for this,” he said.

“Will I?” you smiled.

“Oh, yes,” he said, kissing you again.

You kissed him back, embracing his very thin waste.

“You shouldn’t worry,” you smiled. “He is not better than you. Actually, no one is better than you, really”.

Morpheus

These words brought unusual feelings to me. She shouldn’t think that there is no one better than me. She should awaken and live her life.

“What?” she said. “Come on, I will pack my things and you tell me what is wrong again”.

"Nothing," I said, following her. I didn’t want to scold her again. “No one told me things like this before”.

“Really?” she looked at me, packing her things.

“Most of my lovers said that I’m awful,” I admitted with a sigh. “That is too much to handle. Perhaps they are right”.

“I think they are wrong”, she replied. “You are so serious and a little bit grumpy. But also, you are so much more than that”.

“You don’t know me,” I admitted.

“But I want to,” she smiled, and then all of her things were packed. And someone rang at her door. “They are here”.

I sighed again and turned into a big, black cat. She took me on the arms and started to pet.

“You are so fluffy and cute,” she smiled. “Let’s go”.

I meowed angrily, but let her take me to the door. Of course, it was Thomas. He looked at me with an uneasy expression.

“Are you ready, beloved?” he said.

“Yes, and... do you want to go right now?” she asked, looking confused and pet me a little bit nervous. What an actress.

“Yes, we could buy tickets for today,” he said. “Did you change your mind?”

“No, I just didn’t expect it to happen so fast,” she replied.

Sharp helped her with a bag while she was holding me. A trip to England was long. Sharp, let us stay in a separate cabin, and I could turn into my human form again.

“So what is your plan?” I asked.

“I think we should find the evidence of their crimes and then confront them or leave the rest to the police,” she said.

“Or me”, I said.

“What?” she asked, looking at me.

“I can confront him and disable him,” I replied.

“Well, I suppose you can do it if something goes wrong,” she admitted. “And I’m glad that you are not jealous anymore”.

“Oh, I’m very jealous,” he smirked, kissing me.

And then I took a step back. This girl drives me crazy already. What is going to happen when she awakes, and we won’t see each other again?

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “You act strange”.

“I shouldn’t get used to you,” I sighed.

“You are doing this again,” she said. “You are avoiding pain. Why? I am not going to leave you for Thomas”.

“It’s more than that”, I replied.

“What are you trying to say?” she asked.

At that moment, someone knocked on her door. It saved me from answering. I immediately turned to a cat.

“Who is there?” she asked.

“It’s me,” I heard Sharp’s voice.

Y\N looked at me quickly and then opened the door. She smiled innocently at him.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Lucile heard voices in your cabin,” he said, looking around the room. “So I decided to check if you are okay”.

“Perhaps I was talking to my cat,” she laughed. “Sometimes I do that when I feel lonely”.

“I’m sorry,” he blushed and looked guilty. “Did I make you feel lonely?”

“No, it’s okay”, she smiled. “He just is a little bit nervous. And I tried to calm him down. I’ve never been on a trip as well”.

“I can stay with you,” he suggested. “If you want”.

I couldn’t take it and hissed.

“Wow, it doesn’t like me,” Sharp said.

“He's just a little bit jealous of strangers,” she smiled apologetically. She pets me again. “But I prefer to stay alone. Your sister can be worried.”

“As you wish,” he nodded and left the room finally.

And I turned into a human again. She looked at me with a question.

“What was that hissing about?” she asked.

“I don’t like him to be here,” he replied.

“I got it,” she smiled and embraced me. “I wouldn’t sign you for this torture, and I don’t want his sister to spy on us”.

“She is devious”, I huffed.

“You don’t have an idea”, she smirked.

Finally, in a few days, we came to their old, rotten house. Y\N was shocked and impressed at the same time.

“It’s old,” she said.

“It’s all that we have,” he replied.

When he showed us his castle that was about to be destroyed, Y\N was left in her room alone with me. She sighed.

“We should get all the evidence at night,” she said. “In the basement”.

I felt cold when she talked about the basement. She noticed it and touched my hand.

“I will go there,” she said. “Can you get the keys from her?”

“Very well,” I nodded. “And I will make sure that they are sleeping. I...can go to the basement if we must.”

“You mustn’t,” she said softly. “I need you to make they won’t go there too. And I need keys to open the luggage.”

All the time until midnight, I was in cat form. Sharp and his sister can enter the room any moment. I shouldn’t spoil the final surprise for them. I stole keys from Lucile room and met with Y\N. She smiled and headed to the basement.

“I will return shortly,” she smiled, but I suddenly, for myself, took her hand.

“I will go with you,” I said.

“You shouldn’t,” she said, looking worried.

“I know,” I said. “But I want to help you. I don’t want you. To go there. Alone.”

She smiled softly, squeezed my hand, and we went to the elevator. The basement didn’t look like the one I was captured in. It was smaller, with wells full of some disgusting red liquids.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Clay,” she replied. “But I suspected they could hide bodies there”. 

She quickly found a large piece of someone else’s baggage and opened it. And I found the documents about Sharp’s former wives.

“Now we can go and confront them,” she said. “We can call the police in the morning, and our mission will be done”.

“Glad to hear it.” I took her upstairs to the living room and kissed her to forget the cold of the basement and about my imprisonment. Unfortunately, she was smart and noticed.

“Do you want to talk about the basement?” Y\N asked.

“No, I don’t,” I replied.

“Morpheus,” she said. “You were literally trembling down there. Please, let me help you, as you are helping me.”

I was really trembling? How didn’t I notice that? Now I do remember that I felt so cold down here. And I made a deed to breathe.

“I was captured by an amateur magician named Roderick Burgess,” I said quietly. “He wanted to capture my sister but captured me instead, stripped me, took my belongings and put me in the glass prison. He wanted me to return his deceased son”.

“Oh, Morpheus,” she sighed. Her eyes were shining from unshed tears. “I’m so sorry! How long have you been here?”

“For more than one hundred years,” I said.

“Oh my god! That’s terrible!” She hugged me, and I realized that was trembling again. “No wonder that it’s your nightmare. I can’t even imagine it!”

“I…will recover,” I sighed.

I need to admit, that it was a good thing to be hugged like this. No one has done this to me for eons of years.

“I’m happy you can run out of there,” she whispered.

“Why?” I whispered back.

“Because I care about you, silly,” she smiled. “Now let’s return to the room, so we can rest before tomorrow.”

Usually, I would say that I don’t need rest. But this time, I didn’t. I was too stunned to argue after her words. Someone did care about me.

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[metalmonki]

Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love (Revisited)

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

3k word count

summary While exploring a haunted house your friend told you about, you have a chance encounter with a pair of brothers who give you a crash introduction to their world.

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

warnings mention of grave desecration (this is illegal don't do it!)

Note So I remembered my Mibba log-in and found this embarrassment of a story along with a long list of other equally embarrassing stories. I decided to challenge myself to edit and rewrite the stories and post them here. I will also include a link to the original story so you can read it in all it's cringy glory. This was a story from 2009 that I wrote with 2 friends of mine that we never completed. Once I have decringed the story I will finish it here. Enjoy I guess.

Original / Next Chapter

For some dumb reason, I had decided it would be fun to check out the creepy abandoned house down the road from my friend Linsey's house. At the time, it had seemed like a great idea. Everyone was always talking about how the house was haunted. The neighbourhood rumour was that the father had annihilated the last family to live in the house. But, of course, there was no proof of this. Linsey refused to go anywhere near the house and had chosen to stay home. I, however, convinced my friend Theresa to join me. Things had started out okay. Getting entry to the house was easy enough. We pulled out our phones, giggled, and recorded as we walked through a place frozen in time, joking about how this would make us Facebook famous. After we made our way to the second floor, things changed. The air upstairs was icy cold compared to the blistering heat outside. A large bang came from downstairs. Theresa noped out and took off from the house, to my best guess. Instead of following, I froze. I stood in the doorway to what looked to be a bedroom staring wide-eyed at the staircase, trying to gain the courage to run downstairs.

"Quick in here," said a voice breaking me from my trans. I ran towards the voice. I saw two guys, clearly brothers, hiding in the small closet in the room. I squeezed into the closet with them. I took a moment to look at them in the light of a flashlight. The one I guest to be the older one had short dark brown hair and a small amount of stubble. I guessed him to be around 6’1’; meanwhile, the one I took to be the younger brother had longer, fluffy light brown hair and was clean-shaven. He was quickly 6’4 pushing 6’5.

“What are you doing in here?” The shorter one asked

“I was exploring with my friend. We just heard the rumours about the place being haunted and wanted to check it out,” I said, throwing my arms about as much as possible in the small space. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, exploring just like you,” The tall one said, looking nervously between his brother and me

“Oh, that’s a lie. What are your names?" I asked "I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam," said the older one "I'm Y/n," I said. “Now, what are you really doing here?”

“Hunting a ghost”, Dean blurted out

“Dean” Sam looked at him, frustrated

“What? She walked herself into this. She should know what's going on. We can’t get her out of here safely otherwise” Dean pointed his open hand at me “Uh, hello right here. Would you care to explain” I huffed, putting my hands on my hips

Dean sighed, getting frustrated looks from Sam, and he explained everything. It sounded like the ramblings of a crazy man, or men in this case. Dean explained that people had been reporting getting attached and followed home. Even some people are killed by something in the house. This was nothing I had ever heard before. Truthfully I wasn’t from the area and wouldn’t have heard about the place if it wasn’t for Linsey. We lived 5 neighbourhoods apart, so there was no reason for me to be anywhere near this house. Dean explained what they do and how they ended up in Sydney, Australia. I would have said he was lying and crazy, but he seemed honest. He truly believed everything he was saying. And it felt like I should give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay, so if everything you're saying is true, what do we do?” I asked

“You don’t do anything. We need to figure out where the body is and burn it,” Dean said

“The whole family who lived here last is buried in the local cemetery in a family tomb,” I said

“Wait, how did you find that out?” Sam asked

“I googled it”, I shrugged. “I just want to know if the rumours were true, so I googled.”

“Rumours?” Dean asked

“That the father murdered his whole family,” I said. “I couldn’t find anything, but they all died in this house the same night.”

“So there is a chance daddy dearest ganked them all,” Dean said

“Well, that’s what the police were thinking, but they didn’t have any proof,” I said

“Well, looks like we need to burn dear old Dad”, Dean smirked

“First, we need to get out of the house,” Sam said

I reached turned to face the wall of the closet I was standing against and pushed the wall. Thankfully it popped open, revealing a hidden stairs case. I silently cheered and led the way down the stairs. At the bottom was a door that led into the kitchen, and in the kitchen was a door that led outside. Once we were somewhat safe in the yard, I let Dean and Sam lead the way to wherever they were going. They walked out into a back alley behind the house. Sitting in the alley was a beautiful looking 67 Chevy Impala. I giggled to myself before hearing another person squealing from the other side of the car.

"Theresa" I questioned, peaking around the car "Y/n," she said, running over to me "Are you okay?" I asked "I'm fine," Theresa said "Thank god," I said. “Where the hell did you go?”

“Outside, duh, I ran out through the kitchen and then was going to run down the alley home, but I spotted this beauty. Can you believe there is another one as perfect as yours?” Theresa squealed

“No, I can’t”, I smiled

“Okay, enough with the weirdness”, Dean spoke up. “Who is she, and why is she looking at baby?”

“Oh, this is my friend Theresa the one I was exploring with.” I said, “Theresa, this is Sam and Dean.”

“Oh great, so she was in the house too,” said Sam

“Well, Theresa looks like you're coming with us,” Dean said, hoping in the car

“Can we go get my car before we take off?” I asked

“Where is it?” Dean asked

“Parked out the front of the house,” I said

Dean sighed, put the Impala in drive and drove around the front of the house. As soon as we rounded the corner, Dean spotted my Impala. He smirked and chuckled, almost surprised that I had the same car as him. We pulled up in front of my car, which was parked curbside. Theresa and I jumped out of the boys' car and into mine. Dean motioned out his window for me to lead the way. I took the boys to the cemetery. We once again parked curbside. We walked up to the cemetery, but the gates were locked. No problem. The brothers had their own way of getting in. They climbed over the closed gate. I looked to the side and saw a hole in the fence, so I climbed through, followed by Theresa. The look on Sam and Dean's faces was priceless. I walked the boys over to the family tomb. The tomb was opened, so there was no need to break in. They asked us to wait outside. The boys had a bag with them, and they pulled out salt, petrol and a crowbar. The family had been placed in their coffins into the wall. Dean managed to pry the nameplate for the father off the wall exposing the coffin. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. Sam covered the casket in petrol while Dean covered it in salt. Once the casket was covered, Dean threw a lit matchbook into the hole. The coffin rose in flames faster than any other fire I had ever seen.

“Well, that should be all done,” Dean said. “But to be safe, we should return to the house and check. You two, however, will go to our hotel and wait for us.” Dean tossed us the keys

I read the hotel name off the tag and chose not to argue. I nodded at him and headed back towards the cars. Theresa and I headed toward her house while Sam and Dean returned the way we came. I dropped Theresa at her place while I went back to mine. I made my way up to my unit and packed what I would need for an overnight stay with Sam and Dean, just in case. I tossed my duffle into the boot of my car and drove back to Theresa’s. Theresa stood out in the front, waiting for me to come back. She had a small backpack slung over her shoulder. I pulled up, allowing her to enter the car before driving to the hotel. When we arrived, Sam and Dean were nowhere to be seen. We found their room and let ourselves in. The first thought to cross my mind was I hope we don’t have to stay here tonight as the room only had 2 double beds, and I sure wasn’t sharing with two complete strangers.

“Hay, which do you think is Sam's bed?” Theresa broke me from my thoughts

“Uh, no, why would I?” I asked confused

“I don’t know, and I just want to lay on Sam's bed. He so cute, uh, I think I’m in love,” Theresa swooned, dropping into a nearby chair.

“Oh dear god, woman, you fall in love too quickly.” I rolled my eyes

“I can’t help it. Did you see his arms? That man works out.”

“Yeah, and so does Dean, but you don’t see me swooning over him.”

I plopped down on a bed and shut my eyes. I just wanted to go back to the life I had before, put all this behind me and get on with life. Finish off my acting degree, grow my acting portfolio and live in the dark away from all this stuff. I must have drifted off for a few minutes because I was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. Theresa walked over to the door and opened it slightly. She said hello to whoever was on the other side and opened the door to let them in. Dean and Sam entered the room, Theresa closing the door behind them.

“You comfortable on my bed?” Dean asked

“Very. I was actually having a nice little nap before you so rudely woke me up” I stretched

“Well, sorry, ma’am.” Dean laughed, giving a goofy salute

“On to more serious things, we saw scorch marks at the house indicating that we may have gotten rid of this thing, but we would like you to stay here overnight just in case” Sam looked between us.

“Oh yeah, and where are we supposed to sleep?” I raised an eyebrow at him

“You girls, take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Dean said

“Are you sure?” I asked

“Not the first time I slept in a chair won’t be the last” Dean shrugged

Dean then declared he was hungry and wanted some food before calling it a night. Dean left the room, taking the room keys with him, saying he would return with food for everyone. Theresa took the opportunity to get to know Sam better, and she cornered him and asked him many questions. I just rolled my eyes and laid back on Dean's bed. I just laid there listening to her questions and Sam's answers. I could hear them both laughing and acting like today had never happened. It was one of the reasons why she was my best friend. No matter the situation, she never let it rattle her. She just moved on with life, always saying what happened has happened, no changing it, no controlling it. I wrapped myself in Dean's blankets, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. The sheets smelled like a woody aftershave and your typical cheap men's body spray. It was oddly comforting.

“Just making yourself right at home now, aren’t you?” Dean chuckled, walking in the door

“I’m tired. Its been a long day, and part of me is hoping this is all a bad dream,” I groaned

“Sorry, sweetheart, this pretty face is as real as it gets”, Dean shot me a cheesy grin. “Now get up and eat. Grubs getting cold.”

Dean threw a bag with the fabled golden arches on the table. Dean complained about the tiny size of the burgers here and how he might need to buy 30 more just to feel full. Sam just shook his head and ate. Clearly, this was a complaint Sam had heard a few times too many. Once the food was in our bellies, Dean announced he would turn in early.

On the other hand, Sam and Theresa wanted to head out to a movie. Apparently, Sam liked to try to live an everyday life from time to time where hunting allowed. I took my place back on Dean's bed, but instead of laying down, I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the carpet as I continued to think about everything. Theresa seemed so comfortable and at home with the boys, but I just wanted this whole thing over. But the more I thought, the more I felt like I would never be able to go back to things as they were. Knowing what could be out there, I would always be a little on edge. If ghosts were real, then what else possibly existed? Vampires? Werewolves? What about all the silly kid stories like Bloody Mary and Candyman? Could they be real? I wanted to pretend that none of this had happened, but it’s not exactly something you can forget like a footnote. Like yeah, that shit happened, but let's just pack up and move on.

“Okay, I’m not going to be able to sleep with you sitting on the edge of the bed like that. It’s kinda creepy. What's on your mind, kid?” Dean asked, sitting upright on the lounge

“Kid? I’ll have you know I’m 22, not exactly a kid anymore” I looked over at Dean, noticing he was in nothing but a black t-shirt and black boxer briefs

“Okay, sweetheart, doesn’t answer my question, though”, Dean smirked

“How am I supposed to go back to life as it was knowing ghosts, and who knows what else is real?” I looked back at the floor

“You don’t,” Dean said matter of factly. “You just go on and try to live as normal as possible, knowing people like Sammy and I are out here hunting these things to keep you safe. Hopefully, that helps you sleep a little better at night.”

“Can you talk to me while we go to sleep?” I asked sheepishly

“Of course, sweetheart”, He groaned as he laid back on the lounge.

“You never told me your last name,” I said

“Winchester and yours?”

“Y/l/n”

“Well, now I know who to look up next time I’m in town”, Dean chuckled

“How old are you?”

“Not too old to hit on a hottie like you” I could feel Dean's eyes on me as he spoke

“Now, whose not answering questions” I tried to laugh, but it just sounded like an awkward giggle

“31”

“You’re a real ladies' man, aren’t you, Dean Winchester” I smiled to the ceiling, getting taken by his charm

“Yeah, well, when you have my lifestyle, you don’t exactly have the option of settling down, so you take what you can get.”

“No judgement here”

Dean and I laughed for what felt like hours. Under his tough exterior, he was adorable. I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t be sad to say goodbye tomorrow. My eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and I drifted to sleep listening to Dean singing Highway To Hell. The following morning I woke to find the room completely empty. I got up and changed from my PJs to the spare outfit I had brought. Nothing fancy, just plain black jeans and a white tank top. I pulled on my boots and headed outside to check for the cars. My car was sitting where I parked it right before the door. Dean's car was gone, though. I pulled out my phone and rang Theresa guessing she was thing them. Theresa was quick to answer, telling me they were at the local all-you-can-eat restaurant literally 2 blocks down. Rather than drive, I mostly walked the short distance to avoid traffic. It didn’t take me long to spot them, having seen them before entering the restaurant. Dean gave me a goofy wave through the window while sending me a ‘, please save me’ look. I giggled and joined them at the table. "Hey guys," I said, walking over to them "Hey, sleepy head," Dean gave a big cheesy smile "Hey, y/n", said Theresa and Sam "So, whose food can I steal," I said, tummy grumbling "We paid for four, so go fill up," Sam said with a smile "Cool" I took off to the buffet of breakfast food

Dean followed me over with his almost empty plate. He gave me a small smile as we loaded our plates with food.

“So,” Dean said, putting way too much bacon on his plate “, I guess after this, we go our separate ways,” He said more of a statement than a question

“I guess so”, I smiled at him. “But hey, you said you’d look me up next time you were in town, so don’t be a stranger now, you hear.”

“Yes, ma’am”, Dean chuckled

We had an excellent breakfast filled with conversation about what came next for Sam and Dean. They were headed back home to the US now the job was done. It seemed like this was goodbye forever. We finished our breakfast, and Dean drove us back to the hotel. Theresa and I packed up our things before giving them a heartfelt goodbye. We hopped in my car, going home back to life before the Winchesters. But we knew things would never be the same, not now. Some small piece of me hoped I would see the Winchesters again.

[pbandjesse]

Today was mostly a good day. But I still struggled and I still really just wanted to be home.

I slept weird. I had some very very intense dreams about the end of the world. I woke up kind of in distress. Like it was fine. But I was just feeling kind of weird. I just hugged James for a little and tried to be okay.

My original planned outfit did not work out but I liked the outfit I ended up with better anyway. I actually felt really cute. That helped a lot with my mood.

I left here a little late but it was fine. My phone still wouldn't stay connected to the car and that made me really frustrated. James thinks we need a new cord. I hope that's the issue because it is really annoying.

When I got to camp I stopped at low ropes to set everything up. And I was not having fun. My hands were so cold. I struggled to get the ropes in place. I struggled to move the ladder. But I took my time and I got everything together and went to the office.

I was not interested in my breakfast. Manny would come in right after me and we ended up just sitting and talking. And then Nick came in to and it was his birthday today! And he told us all about the trip he took to London last week. And we all talkrd about travel and stuff and it was fun.

Soon everyone else was coming in and this was Manny's first feild trip so I tried to fill him in on how we ran then. Picking the groups up at the lodge and the schedule and such. And after filling Alexi in on the day (Elizabeth was stuck in traffic) we would walk over to the lodge.

Sarah already had the space set up. So we were just chilling and waiting for the bus. But then Nick, who was waiting down by the bears, called up on the walkie that the bus is refusing to drive up the hill??? So weird.

We Elizabeth and Manny went back to the office to walk the group over. And I waited there with Sarah. And then all of a sudden a second bus pulled up to the lodge. What. Alright. I directed them inside and it was all good.

And for the majority of the day today was excellent. Just stellar kids and it was so fun. This was not all of today though.

I walked the group to the low ropes course and I went through the safety rules and they did a really good job. We had laughs and some tumbles but no one got seriously hurt. And the group was so good and we were able to be chill enough that we could go see the horses.

And the horses were cooperating and 5 of them came over for pets. Sarah would bring her group over too which was perfect because we were swapping groups for the second program.

We would have to keep asking the kids to stop shrieking at the horses but besides that they were being good and gentle. Stormy knocked me in the head with his snoot. Which was very funny and Bo let me give him a hug. Love going to see the horses.

Second group did excellent. We had some students that needed support but everyone was being really nice and taking turns and I was just having a great time.

Lunch was fine. I would walk the group half way and stopped at the office to have my food. And it was a nice little break but I was all of a sudden really really tired.

This was not helped my the afternoon groups. Who were really really tough. The group directly after lunch wasn't to bad but I had to speak really strongly to a girl who was arguing with someone over the lines and I was not happy because it wss unsafe. And she was not happy being spoken to about it but she got over it by the end. And everyone was able to get through all the elements.

The main issue was my last group. They were horrible to me, to each other, to the space. The langue was horrible. Like I don't even really care about some curing but they were saying some just really cruel or sexual things. But it was all slang so I don't think the teachers knew and if I acknowledge it they act like I'm disgusting for knowing. And this group was being crazy physical. I had to legit break up 3 different fights! And the teacher did nothing. I was trying to get the teacher to engage or help and she was just like. What do you want me to do? It's a big group? And I just had to tell her hey the group is really struggling to share and she was like yeah. What? I finally had to just say none of the other groups, who were the exact same size, didn't struggle like this and it's really concerning.

But she was not helping. So I gave up. And I called the program 20 minutes early.

I walked them all around camp to waste the time before it was time for them to go.

We walked to frog hallow and around the fort, down through woodlands, and over to the pioneer village. The one little girl stood next to me and we chatted. She was the calmest in the group. I was not thrilled to hear some of the boys talk down the few who said they really enjoyed the day by continuously saying how stupid this trip was and how boring and not worth it. And I just wanted to turn around and tell them how they would have had such a better day so they weren't horrible to each other. They ruined their own day.

I dropped them off at the lodge and went back to the office. And I had to tell Elizabeth and Heather how terrible that one group was. And apparently I was not alone. Everyone else echoed how bad that one group was and how the teacher just did not engage. Elizabeth let us know they wanted to do half size groups which would have been great but we don't have 8 staff members right now. Honestly I think we should cap our trips at 60 but the chances of that is really low.

It was after 3 by the time I had caught my breath. Sarah and Manny already took low ropes down and I really appreciated that. I would print some stuff for tomorrow and check in about some things before I went over to help at the lodge.

I would clean the bathrooms and hang out for a few minutes. But I would go back to the office when I wasn't able to be helpful anymore.

When I got back over there I would talk to Alexi about things to collect and print for the consultant meeting tomorrow. And Nick would give me one of his birthday cupcakes. And things were good. And it was time for me to go.

I decided to go to Wegmans to look for body wash and get pizza for dinner. I looked at other food but nothing seemed good. And they did not have the body wash I wanted. Ah well. I got my pizza and ate it while stuck in traffic on the drive home.

When I got back here I wanted to sit down. I didn't want to do anything. But I would collect all my materials for my workshop. And I would collect some of our travel stuff in our suitcases. And would make a drawing for James about changing the layout of their furniture in their office to make it a better use of the space. We will see how that goes.

After that I would feed all the animals. And get on the couch to read and hang out for the next couple hours. And that's where I am now. Waiting for James to get home.

I am going to wash my hair tonight and hopefully sleep easier. And tomorrow should be a chill morning, then a meeting all afternoon, and then in the evening I have my printmaking workshop! Amazing. I'm really excited about that.

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. And take care of yourself. I love you all. Goodnight

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sunburn

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #15

Fandom/OCs: Science Lovers OCs (Peter & Violet)

Title: Burnin’ Up

Words: 760

Inspiration: Read Peter & Violet’s first story here

 Author’s comments: This is also similar in many ways to the Plague Doctor fic. Apparently this was the year for me writing reunions after long separations. Yet I’ve always wanted to write Peter and Violet again. Their first story touched my heart in a very special way. As I’ve said before, I’m not sure this sequel does justice to the original, but it’s something anyway. That was my goal for this Sicktember, to revisit some characters and see where they are now. So, enjoy a silly little snippet of these crazy kids in love. 

Violet was waiting under the willow. Tonight would be the new moon, and that meant Peter would be here. He had sent a letter over a month ago saying he was heading out on foot to visit, and they always met on the new moon. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. 

Peter was rather well-to-do now, at least comparatively. Things were going well for him in London. He was well established in the society of biologists, especially past and present students of Huxley. He had nothing to offer as far as a home yet, but he had enough money to eat and buy what he needed otherwise. As soon as he finished his studies, she knew he planned to buy some land and build a home. After that, he would ask for her hand. They had discussed it many times. Each time he came to visit, it was discussed. As if to remind themselves that the promise held true.

Peter always came back to her. In the winter he took a horse. In spring and summer he walked, collecting and studying specimens as he went, but he always returned to her. She knew this time would be no different. Still, as day turned into evening, anxiety began to build in her chest. He rarely arrived so late, for he liked to have time to obtain lodgings before it was dark. She waited and waited, pacing around, sitting, and climbing the tree in turns. Every rustle of grass made her turn, and each time she was disappointed. She waited until the sun had dipped below the horizon, and still he didn't appear. It was getting cold quickly, and she wondered how long it would be safe to wait. He had never disappointed her before, but it was possible he was delayed somehow. 

She had almost decided to go home for the night when a low voice called her name, hardly audible over the wind. She whirled around to find the object of her affection loping through the tall grass. She ran and leapt into his arms, and he spun her around as he hugged her to himself, both of them laughing in joy without realizing they were. 

"Oh Peter, I'm so glad you came!"

"Of course I came, and I'm so sorry I was late, dearest. I laid down for a rest in the sun when I stopped for my midday meal and fell asleep for much longer than I intended. I rushed the rest of the way as soon as I woke."

"And still you're hours late! You must have had quite a sleep."

"I did indeed," he laughed. "I haven't slept so well in months. 

She loved to hear him laugh. She stroked a hand across his cheek, savoring the moment. However, she registered a flicker of pain crossing his face the same moment she registered the extreme heat under her palm. 

"Are you well? Your skin is burning, as if you had a fever." She touched his neck to confirm, but the skin there was the same temperature as her hand. 

He ran his own hand through his hair sheepishly. "I promise it's not a fever. As I said, I fell asleep in the sun. I was just in my shirtsleeves, and my hat was on the ground. I slept many hours there with no shade. When I woke, I knew I was in for it, and sure enough, every bit of skin the sun touched is fiery red and painful now. A fine case of sunburn, but nothing more dangerous than that, never fear.”

Now that he had said so, she could see the reddening of his skin, though it was easy to miss in the dim light. She wanted to reach out and touch it again just to feel the strange heat, but refrained as she imagined it was very painful. A small breeze blew around them just then, and he shivered. She felt goose flesh appear on his arms as he held her. 

"When your skin is roasted, everything else feels especially cold," Peter said, reading her thoughts.

"Indeed it does. Let's get you somewhere warm for the night, and I'll make a salve for your burn."

She took him by the hand and led the way into the village, and he willingly followed. Falling asleep in the sun had been a mistake in many regards, but now that he had arrived, he could see it had some benefits as well. Anything that put him under her doctoring care once more was just fine by him.

[willel]

Tumblr poofed my post before I finished it 😢 All my excitement has been ever so slightly dulled. I have to type this out in a text editor first in case it happens again. I'll make the intro briefer than I originally did.

My rating for the season are: Season 1 > 2 > 4 >>> 3

Still not entirely happy with some plot distribution, but overall I like where the supernatural plot is going and I liked how certain relationships finally got something.

More below!

I guess I'll start again with the WillEl scenes. Especially the hug. I shit you not, that is the first time I've ever cried about Stranger Things ever. I say cried but I was smiling and giggling like a mad woman as tears ran down my face. I rewinded it a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

IT WAS GLORIOUS. SO PRECIOUS.

DID YOU SEE HOW EL LOOKED AROUND KINDA NONCHALANT UNTIL SHE LANDED ON WILL??? AND WILL WAS JUST BACK THERE GRINNING LIKE AN IDIOT! AND THEN SHE GOT UP AND LOOKED LIKE SHE WAS ABOUT TO CRY AND GO OVER TO HIM AND THEN HE WAS ALSO ABOUT TO CRY

AND THEN THEY HUGGED AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'VE DREAMED OF THIS DAY FOR CENTURIES! AT LAST MY SIBLINGS UNITE AND IT'S SO FLIPPING CCUTE

Only thing that made me mad is Jonathan didn't join. What the heck big bro, stop trying to be cool!!!! HUG THEM

Well, he does hug Will at least.

AND IT WAS AMAZING HNIORGNRGNRG

I didn't really say much because I suspected this would happen, but once again Will is trying to set his feelings aside for the sake of other people. And well, what can he really do? He loves Mike. But he also loves El. She saved his life, and they welcomed her into their home. He is her sister and he truly feels that way, you can tell. So he wasn't going to do anything even though he technically did confess and then slapped El's name on it.

That poor kid, it's unfair. 😔 Stuck between a rock and a hard place. I wonder if he truly feels fulfilled this way. Probably not. I wonder where this plot thread will go.

No one knows what's happening to him….. EXCEPT JONATHAN OF COURSE. OF COURSE JONATHAN I KNOWS!!!GNHROIEHNREOB

I would've loved if Will managed to say more, but maybe Jonathan knows that he couldn't, therefore, didn't ask. Jonathan allowed Will to come out without saying anything. Just, "Absolutely nothing will change that. Ok?"

THOSE KNOWING SOFT UNDERSTANDING EYES AS WILL STARTED TO CRY AND STUTTER OUT HE'D BE THERE FOR JONATHAN TOO?! GIORNGIORGN 😫😫😫😫

AND ANOTHER HUG FOR ME AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! IT'S NOT BUT IT MIGHT AS WELL BE!!!!

I love the Byers + El. I truly truly do. My angels.

Ok ok, next thing popping out in my mind! LUCAS AND MAX! OH MY GOSH!!! That note passing thing was so sweet 😥😥 Sadly I was partially spoiled on this bit because everyone was saying Max would end up in a coma and I couldn't avoid it. I didn't know how it would happen of course. Poor Max. And Lucas oh my gosh, that fight? I'm glad he won out in the end. He saw someone he loved was in danger and kicked his ass into gear. Sadly it was too late. Lucas crying???? Definitely the second time I cried. I say cried, but I was still smiling and giggling even though it was devestating. Maybe I'm a crazy person.

If I had to guess what's happening to Max, I'd say Vecna did manage to get her soul. But her body is still in tact so maybe upon defeating them Max will be freed. That's my guess. But this post isn't for plot guessing!

Next we have Joyce and Hopper! An expected outcome for sure, though I guess I didn't expect they'd make out. How gross are their mouths exactly? It's all I could think about. Disgusting. But hey, I guess after everything that happened they don't care about a little plagque squapping.

JOYCE SAVED HIM MORE THAN ONCE! She wasn't gonna stand by and let what happened to Bob happen to him!

I'm shocked that their Russian pals and everyone got out of there alive! Especially Murray, I was real worried so I'm glad he's ok tbh.

Eddie! Once again, another spoiler I couldn't avoid. I didn't know how it would happen, but I kinda expected it somehow. It was sadder than I thought it'd be. I wasn't attached to Eddie exactly, but I felt really bad for Dustin. And I did feel bad that Eddie never got to clear his name and for his uncle. His uncle clearly loved him SO MUCH, it's so sad they didn't get to reunite. This is the first time Dustin and Lucas are facing a real loss close to them.

I'm glad the jock is dead. Jason was it? It was terrifying seeing him dissentigrate though. I'm guessing that's what happened to all the people who got in the path of the big gate. But why??? Why did they dissentigrate and not just fall through? Isn't that kinda weird?

I'm mad I didn't get my "See? We're gonna fix it" line from Will but whatever >:C Hopper reunion! I guess they really want to make sure season 5 is all set up.

JOYCE HUGGING HER BOYS HGNOEGNRJHHNRHHF JOYCE HUGGING EL RGHWSNROUJWRSNHOWRHNWIRHNIWORKHNWHNRRG Fucking finally. I get to drop the fbomb. It's about damn time. I'm giffing EVERYTHING after I reblog everyone else's gifs.

Ok ok, anymore thoughts up in this noggin?

I am VERY disappointed in what the did with the Jonathan and Nancy situation. I mentioned how in my lost post that they were setting up plot threads for season 5 and this is one of them. They didn't let Jonathan come clean and once again they seemingly have Nancy questioning things. :/ I feel like there's so much they could do with Jonathan and Nancy that isn't this. Even if their relationship was on the rocks again, why do you need to include Steve? I hate it. I'm not a super big shipper or anything but I … hate it. Love triangles are annoying, especially when they've already be buried.

I like what they did with Robin and Vickie. I assume by next season it'll be more than just flirting.

Also what the hell, why is anyone gonna stay in Hawkins after that huh????? Everyone needs to evacuate.

Also where the hell is Owens huh? They all just abandoned him there but I guess he was on a time crunch. I guess that woman is gonna take over for Owens and Owens is probably being detained.

Oh right! Hopper and El's ruinion! That was really cute how they commented on the matching hair. Aw, he's so happy and she is too. The whole family is finally here~

Anything else anything else……..

Oh right! I did sorta predict it would end on a Will cliffhanger and it certainly did. I'll save my thoughts on Will, El, and the supernatural for later.

I think that covers all my initial thoughts! More posts will definitely follow with more defined things to say.

I did like it, I am way more satisfied by this ending that I was by the entirety of season 3. I don't feel like I'm in a limbo of did I like it or did I hate it. I firmly liked it. For that, I am grateful. I'm sure I'll pick it apart and find issues later but I don't immediately feels like there's a dictionary full like there was for season 3. I got lots of character interactions (like Will and El hugging Dustin and Lucas. Felt so satsifying). So yeah. Cheers!

[svnnysims]

So I've been playing the Sims4 for a bit and currently, there's a sim I've took an interest in playing more often and I thought it'd be interesting to document this story a bit;

This is Damon Priest.

A guy who moved into town once he ran away felt like he outgrew the orphanage.

Damon still couldn't afford to live on his own so he got himself a roommate.

Damon found out he was a werewolf as soon as he entered his teens but didn't have anyone to help him understand what was going on until he met Rory through his roommate.

He's a bit rough around the edges and such a player but he's also a pretty smart guy. He graduated high school early so he could spend more time at home, and now he works two jobs and the occasional odd job.

He's pretty optimistic which helps him get through rough times.

This is his girlfriend Stephanie Pelekai, she comes from a pretty well-off family.

She lives in the islands, she's the 2nd daughter in her family, has a twin brother, and her favorite hobby to do is sunbathe.

This is his best friend Lisabeth Straud, the town "descendant" Vladislaus Straud's only sole heir. She comes from old money.

She lives and breathes the motto "You Only Live Once".

And their son Ivan Straud who had pink hair as a baby and is somehow ginger now?

Wait, wait, stay with me on this-

Damon and Lisabeth are best friends.

Of course Damon thinks of Stephanie like his best friend too but Lisabeth was there with Damon through a lot when he first got settled in town. Lisabeth & Damon just make sense being they met first, they both come from a supernatural world, and this was before he met Stephanie but- they both like to get freaky with it okay. For Lisabeth it gets stressful playing the perfect daughter role and Damon, with nothing to lose, he was just down for whatever.

I shit you not- it was just one time, the kid wasn't supposed to happen. But he's here and there's that.

As I previously mentioned, Damon is a player. Stephanie has broken up with him before when she caught flirting with another woman at the bar when he was supposed to be ordering them drinks... Typical.

Of course he begged her to come back, of course she said yes.

They're both crazy for each other, what can I do?

The thing is, I don't think this is something Damon can help even if he tried. He's not as attracted to Lisabeth as he is to Stephanie but he has so much love and respect for her. Plus he knows they have no future together- Vladislaus Straud is a super sweet dad, but extremely strict, has the highest expectations for Lisabeth, and after her accidental pregnancy with Ivan, he now has her on a even tighter leash.

Although Vladislaus doesn't approve of Ivan, he still acknowledges him as a Straud and made sure Lisabeth got full custody of the child. Crossbred or not, Ivan was still his only daughter's firstborn son.

Full custody or not- Damon often made sure to ask for his son to stay over. Lisabeth was not ready to be alone with Ivan just yet so she always agreed and often let him keep Ivan for longer than promised!

Since Ivan was a mixed baby, no one knew what he'd turn out to be as he got older. Vladislaus hoped he'd turn out to be a vampire.

Lisabeth prayed for Ivan to turn out normal because maybe if he was normal then her father would allow her to put him up for adoption to a better family like she'd originally planned.

Damon's just ecstatic to find out Ivan is a werewolf just like his old man!

[snowy-miko]

[Oneshot] Cursed Love

Characters: Stacy (OC) x Alfons (ikevil) Rating: M Length: 2886 words Warning: mention of drugs, rape, assalt and murder Arthor's note: This is and half-ass attempt in translation, I just ran everything through GG translate and fixed it up a bit for a smoother delivery. Please pardon TvT

Original version in Vietnamese

What is love? Why does it drive people crazy? Honestly, she doesn't know anymore, she only knows that she will be haunted by it for the rest of her life, by a love that is as unattainable as a fantasy.

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“She’s holding something, run!”

The children ran frantically, leaving behind a pink-haired girl standing in front of her house, in her hand was the family frying pan, a self-defense "shield" that she had chosen to fend off those malicious pebbles. Realizing that none of them dared to come back, her anger began to subside, at which point she lightly snorted and then quietly returned to the house. Those boys are truly stupid, even if they throw it again, she will not cry.

Since the day her father became seriously ill and passed away, Stacy's life has changed somewhat. Her mother's work seemed to get even busier, her sister rarely had free time because she had to focus on studying, so having to stay home alone became a normal thing to her. She understood that her family was facing difficulties, so she told herself to become strong. She began to learn to be independent, reminding herself to think of others and absolutely, there would be no crying. Only children would cry so easily.

But in the end, there is a limitation to how strong an eight-year-old child could be, and instead there was only a growing feeling of loneliness.

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“Wow, the bride is really pretty. He is truly blessed.”

She heard the adults whispering to each other, her eyes once again turned to the slender back of the girl striding down the aisle. Ah, so that's what it was, that's exactly what their relationship was like.

Lucas is a young artist, he just moved near her house about half a year ago. She remembered the times when she came home from school and saw him sitting in the front yard drawing, remembered the way he waved to her with a smile like sunshine, and remembered the way he proudly showed off the painting he had just finished. One time, he even noticed and complimented her hairpin that day, saying how cute it was. She wasn’t sure if it was sincere or not, but it still made her feel very happy. It's probably been a long time since someone could make her smile like that.

Yet today, when she looked at him happily standing next to his bride, she just felt numb inside. There's something heavy in her chest, a choking feeling that just won't go away. She should have been happy that a good person like him was able to find the love of his life. She should have done that, instead of wondering if this was what heartbreak feel like.

Could this be love? But how was that possible? She was only fourteen after all.

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“Didn't I already tell you? I don't like you anymore."

Frustratingly talking to the boy walking next to her, Stacy could only wish if there was a switch to turn off all the sounds out there. She really didn't expect the result to turn out to be this troublesome.

Sixteen years old, what a beautiful age when the first vibrations of love begin to form at schools. She thought that she should be like that too, that her unrequited love with Lucas should come to an end already. So she started taking interest in a classmate, who coincidentally also had feelings for her. This was quickly discovered by their friends, and the two soon became a couple. At that time, she thought that finally, her life would be normal just like others.

Not long after, she realized that she was wrong. Perhaps influenced by novels, she unconsciously expected a romantic love story between the two. But she forgot that a teenage boy wouldn’t have experience in love, and couldn’t deeply understand her somewhat chaotic feelings. She couldn't trust to open her heart to that person, and she couldn't even try to work it out for this love was fleeting and pretentious. If she already realized that this was not love, then what reason does she have to stay?

So she, the one who confessed her feeling first, ended up also being the cold-hearted one and took the initiative to say goodbye.

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“I guess he finally gave up.”

Checking the recent mails, she suddenly realized that she no longer saw the name Flynn Hammond anywhere. Maybe there was a bit of regrets, but this would be better for the both of them.

After the love affair of her school days ended, that annoying love came back to harass her in a new form. Flynn noticed that she has stopped going to class so he tried to contact her, but in the end he only received the answer that she no longer felt suitable for studying. She couldn't say that she seemed to have gone crazy, that she had been cursed with some kind of strange power. Yet he still understood her suffering, he never dug too deep, and at the same time only shared trivial stories about himself to relieve her of pressure. Perhaps thanks to that, the chaos inside her was able to calm down somewhat.

Then whatever happens will happen. He confessed that he had secretly liked her for a long time. But at that time she didn't want to repeat the same mistake, so the only thing she could do was to refuse. After that, he had mostly stopped coming to see her, only occasional letter deliveries are what’s left. Countless times she asked herself about this unnamed relationship, whether or not she should give him and herself a chance. It's just a pity that by the time she started thinking about choosing courage, he was no longer here. It turned out that his patience could only last for five years.

Maybe, she just doesn't deserve to be with such good people.

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“Mr. Hood, please…!”

“Stop resisting Stacy, I've been waiting for this day for a long time.”

With her hands pinned to the bed, suddenly all she could do was to suppress her moans when the Baron kissed her neck. She knew that this was wrong, and knew that she should resist, but still her body kept shaking with excitement every time she was touched. There was no way just a little alcohol could make her become like that.

Alexander Hood is a young Baron who just received his title after his father unfortunately passed away. He has a handsome and knowledgeable appearance, and a gentle voice that knows how to say sweet words that make many girls fall in love. Perhaps that's why, even after being drugged and raped, she still foolishly believed that he did it because he really had feelings for her. Besides believing in that fake love, what else can she do to protect herself?

She thought life couldn't get any more miserable, but in just a few months, he had officially got himself a prestigious noble wife. Still he used the excuse of political marriage to continue to have sex with her. When the affair was discovered, he did not hesitate to accuse her of seducing him, opening up a hellish period of time for the poor girl. Instead of getting her fired, the lady of the house forced her to be her personal maid and then freely tortured her, making her bow her head and apologize every day over trivial matters. The climax was when she was humiliated right in front of him, but the treacherous man indifferently ignored her, even acting like she didn't exist. That night, she secretly met him and begged, hoping that at least he still had some humanity left to free her from this place.

“Do you still think you have a chance with me? A slutty maid like you is just a whore that I can still get without having to spend any money.”

He is, perhaps, a demon. She wanted to kill him right then and there, but in the end she could only let him brutally beat her up then left her in the warehouse like a piece of trash with no value. She didn't know how long she had been crying, she only knew that when she woke up, she was no longer herself. With anger burning in her chest, she sneaked into his room when everyone was asleep, used each stab of the cold knife as a farewell, and made him die in silence right next to his equally cruel wife.

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Crown is a secret organization operating under the authority of Queen Victoria, which gathers people with fairy curses. The first time she learned about it, Stacy finally understood why her life was so gloomy. At this moment everything seemed to get back to where it belonged, and so she quietly accepted her fate without a single word of complaint.

The curse makes her unable to stop pursuing love, it was so haunting that when Alfons offered a convenient illusion, she immediately indulged in it without any resistance.

“Because I have been taught well, so I, too, can love you plenty.”

Standing in front of "the person she loves", she did not hesitate to express her thoughts. She knew that what Alexander taught her was filthy, but if it could make him happy then she would be more than willing to do it. At that time, she just wanted to love him with all her heart, mind and body, which was a bit unexpected for Alfons. He originally just wanted to use some entertainment to comfort her, didn’t think that he would accidentally learn about how she had been hurt. It's so sad that she, who was once manipulated and treated like a sex toy, still desires love this much.

Then when she finally woke up, she could only resign herself to saying that she was too used to being taken advantage of.

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“I just want to say that there are a lot of carnivores around here. If you keep being so cute, you might get gobbled up.”

“You shameless man”

Hearing her say that, Alfons just laughed loudly and sat down at the dining table, pretending not to see the hateful look she was sending his way. Surely the person who teased her the most here was Roger, but when it came to him, it was ten times more than that. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover.

After a few months, her life at Crown gradually stabilized, and thanks to everyone, she could once again feel a new source of life sprouting in her heart. Most of the time everyone was very nice to her, even Roger was able to give appropriate instructions during practice. But it wasn't Will's gentle guidance, nor Liam's extreme kindness, what she remembered most was the reclusive kindness that Alfons had brought. He harassed her but never let her take the blame. He pretended not to care but only when it’s appropriate that he would show up. Not to mention the fact that he always helped Liam satisfy his curiosity, kept an eye on Elbert and kept him company over the years. Looking at those actions, she could hardly believe that he did everything simply for his own convenience.

Then just like that, unconsciously, she tried searching for the image of her imaginary lover that night in him.

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"Get out"

“Fine then, if I'm not welcomed like that then please pardon me. Remember to rest well, and since your eyes are still not healed, don't cry alright?"

Alfons closed the door behind him, just in time to avoid the pillow she aimed at him. With those words he just said, he knew she would be angry. But to prevent her, and himself, from falling deeper, that was the only way.

It's been a few months since Stacy realized she has feelings for him. She tried to keep her distance and didn't think about pursuing him, all because she was afraid that she would lose the preciousness of the present. She knew there was no point in denying it, but moving forward didn't seem like an available option. All of her relationships so far have not had a happy ending, and he himself carries his own curse, so it's impossible to say whether this will be an exception. Perhaps that's why Elbert said Alfons hates being anyone's special person.

But then all her efforts were ruined by him. He was clearly not an idiot to not notice about her feelings, yet he gave her hope over and over again. Why must he have cared for her like that? Why didn't he wait until tomorrow to meet at the breakfast table instead of visiting her in her room? He had the audacity to bother her, then when asked about it, he continued to deem her an idiot and avoided the question. If that's the case, she would rather he didn't show up at all.

Never had she ever hated his kindness like she did right this moment.

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"What's wrong? Wouldn't it be better for you if I died?”

“I said stop it!”

She raised her voice, feeling like her heart was starting to bleed again. She came here, worried about his injuries, yet he stubbornly continued this cruel joke of his. If something happened to him, how could she sit still?

"You've already heard about my fate, I'm afraid if you persist, it'll be in vain."

“Then think whatever you want! Because I won't give up on staying true to my own feelings."

Faced with that sarcastic smile, her chest would only burn hotter. He's such a bastard, a shameless, horrible, degenerated nightmare of a man. But it was also him who used that rotten image to save her, to say that because there were bastards like him, she didn't need to feel ashamed of herself. Because of him, she was able to accept and love herself, so there was no way she could easily give up on this love, no matter how evil and cruel he was.

Her curse has turned love into an obsession, the more she can't have it, the more she can't let go. And thanks to it, she now understands what it means to hate out of love.

If fate has planned for it to be like that, why not just live and die with this cursed love for once?

“If you want to die that much, then I will make sure you would die by my hands.”

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Early in the morning, Stacy suddenly heard the door to her room open. Even without turning around, she could guess who the culprit was. Maybe it was because last time she took advantage of him going out at night to sneak into his room, so today he decided to take revenge on her. After waiting for a while, she finally felt the edge of the blanket being pulled up and a familiar warmth began to embrace her.

“Welcome home, Al”

“Good morning, my sweet kitten”

True to her name, she snuggled close to his chest like a cat asking to be petted, this time only smelling the faint scent of alcohol somewhere. He also gently stroked her hair, as if trying to lull her to sleep.

“Do you remember the day you threatened to kill me?”

“…? Why would you bring that up?” She looked up at him but again couldn't read the truth behind those eyes.

“Isn't it very convenient for us like this? Sooner or later, I will die at your hands, and then you will forget everything about me, then there will be no need to suffer anymore."

He smiled with amusement, but she knew it was just a cover to hide the painful feelings inside. Fate arranged for him to die without being remembered by anyone, and she would have to kill her love if she did not want to have her life taken away by that love. There had never been any records of people being able to escape the fate of the curse, but she knew everyone had a small hope that they would be an exception. What if what one needs to lift a curse isn't a miracle?

“There is still the opposite case. Furthermore, I can hold my grudge for a long time. If you dare to leave me behind, I will definitely remember it.”

“Aha! She's really so positive that she's stupid."

"I don’t mind being stupid, as long as I have you"

After saying that, she hugged him again, refusing to accept any criticism. She herself couldn't say she wasn't scared, but right now it was still too early to give up. If fate is inherently unfair, then she will find a way to cheat. After all, she no longer fits the image of a holy angel, so why should she worry about being obediently resigned like before?

Then at that moment, she suddenly felt his arms tighten, along with a sigh in her ear.

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“If you say so, then I have no choice. Go crazy for me as much as possible, and regret it until you die for me."

- End -

[lovelyaces]

The whole world knows

tasm!peter x reader

hi lovely people ! i had this plot in mind for the past month or so, and i definitely went crazy with the word count. anyhoo, i hope you enjoy this as well

love, ace 🌷

also please feel free to comment your thoughts about it <3

The party was in a couple of hours, and the usual I’m not sure I even want to go phase was beginning to set in. Your best friend Claire was throwing the first party of the new school year, and begged you to come.

“Come on… I promise it will be fun. Not a rave, a chill gathering I swear.” she pleaded while holding your hands. “Plus the whole gang will be there, Amy, Pheebs and Simon… even Peter agreed to come.”. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. You really should pick less observant friends. Ever since she picked up on your underlying feelings for Peter, she hadn’t let it down.

“You really have no excuse to decline. I made sure to plan it early in the semester so you won’t have too much of a workload.”

“Alright alright, you got me, I can’t come up with any lame excuse. I’m in.” Claire squealed and hugged you tightly “Oh thank you thank you thank you !”

“I do have one condition.”

“Shoot”

“Promise me you won’t plan some devious plan to set me and Peter up.” Claire could be meddlesome, although it always was with your happiness in mind.

“Oh I can promise you that now, not sure if I will actually follow through that promise tho.” she said laughing.

You loved her to bits so you knew you couldn’t cancel on her at the last minute. And knowing Claire, she would drag you there herself if it came to it.

So here you were, analysing your wardrobe, trying to choose an outfit that would compliment you and be suited for the uncharacteristically hot September weather. You finally landed on a jeans skirt and a square neck cream blouse you absolutely adored.

You were applying your lipstick when your phone rang. For heaven’s sake Claire, I am not ditching you...you thought. You went to pick up, not even bothering to look who was calling you.

“Yes Claire I will be there at 7:30 sharp as promised. You know sometimes you can be worse than my mom-”

“Not a nice way to talk about your lovely mother.” Peter’s voice surprised you. “And I would know that since I met her many times already.”

“Oh hey Pete”

“Hey you”

“Sorry about the mishap...” you said chuckling.

“No worries dear. Now, I was calling to let you know I am on my way to your place-”

“I...Did I forget we agreed to meet at mine ?” you asked confused. Surely you would have remembered if there was any sort of plan to see Peter more.

“No no don’t worry. I just thought it would be nice to go to the party together.”

“It’s very nice of you Pete. Thanks.” you were smiling so hard right now. He always was so kind and considerate. In the many many years you had known him, he always had had a nice gesture towards you. Whether it was flowers on your birthday or holding your hand when the street was busy, he made sure you were happy and safe.

“I will be at yours in about five minutes okay ?”

“Yep sure, see you then.”

And sure enough, Peter knocked on your door about five minutes later. You childishly ran to open the door, hating the fact that he might had to wait for you. There he was, standing on your doormat and looking ravishingly handsome. He did dress up a bit for the occasion, but without abandoning his original skater boy style. He was grinning when he entered your home, and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Hello bug”

“Hi” you muttered. You were somewhat distracted, relishing in the feeling his lips left on your forehead. “Thanks again for picking me up, I appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I selfishly enjoy walking with you.” There goes my heart, you thought. “Ready to go ?” he asked while handing you his arm to take. You stopped your heart from melting too much and got your senses back. “Sure. Lead the way Parker.”

The walk to Claire’s place was rather short, but it did allow enough time for Peter to ask you “So what made you cave ?”

“I’m sorry ?” you looked up at him with a confused frown look on your face.

“The party...” he chuckled, “I know you. You like outings with us, but not so much college raves. So what did Claire tell you that convinced you to come ?”

“Well, she planned it today because she knew I couldn’t use the I-have-to-study-card, and I thought it was sweet of her, so I said I’d be there.” you shrugged. You. You being here is what convinced me. “It’s always nice to have someone that cares about you.” you added while meeting his gaze.

“It is indeed.” he smiled back.

The rest of the walk was filled with you and Peter sharing your latest small life events and jokes along the way. You were about to knock on Claire’s door when it sprang open, revealing a very messy and stressed Claire.

“Oh god finally ! I desperately need your help, I can’t choose an outfit and the food is slowly burning-” she grabbed you by your forearm and dragged you in the apartment, before realising Peter was standing right here too, “Oh hi Peter, didn’t see you there.”

“Hi… want me to oversee the whole kitchen area ?” he offered instantly.

“Would you ? That would actually be perfect ! Thanks Peter !”

And with that she took your hand and lead you both to her bedroom. It was a mess, with her whole closet thrown out on the floor.

“Wow…okay, remind me again who’s coming tonight ? Or let me rephrase that : who do we want to come specifically ?” you asked while looking at the scene around you.

“What ? Why do you think I want to impress someone ? I’ll have you know, I could simply want to look nice for myself-”

“Oh trust me I know that.” you laughed at her rambling, “But I also know that this-” you were pointing at the chaos around her “-this is on another level. Even for you. So spill.”

“Okay okay, but no laughing alright ?”. You nodded. “It’s Simon...”

“What ?? Simon, as in our Simon ? When…? How…?”

“I don’t know alright. We talked a lot this summer and it was nice. He makes me laugh and I actually came back early from vacation to hang out with him. Then classes started and seeing him everyday… it just clicked. I like him, like really like him.” She was pacing through her room and then sat on the bed next to you. “You know what I mean ? I mean of course you do, you have Peter.”

“Shuuushh, would you ?” you whispered. “Yes I get what you mean but no need to tell the world about it !”

“The world already knows you fool. You guys look at each other like you are the only two people on earth. The world just wants to know who will take the plunge first.”

“Well it’s not going to be me… at least not now.” you mumbled

After choosing an outfit and catching up on the Simon situation with Claire, people started to arrive. You finally made your way back to the kitchen, nudging people out of your way. Peter was still there, beer in hand, in deep conversation with Simon.

“Hey guys, what’re you up to ?”

“Not much. It’s kinda hard to hear anything over the thousand of voices here.” Simon answered.

“Yeah Claire really outdid herself.” you chuckled, not a rave, my ass.

“Speaking of Claire, have you seen her ? It’s been an hour since I last saw her.”

“She’s on the couch with Pheebs… I think. At least that’s where I saw her 15 minutes ago.”

“Thanks guys” he said while leaving.

Peter leaned in to be more discreet, “I feel like I have missed a whole season here. Claire and Simon…?” Peter asked while looking at you inquisitively. You simply nodded, unable to come up with a full sentence when he was this close to you.

The party was going strong and you found yourself seated next to Claire and Amy, when a clearly tipsy Claire decided that it was time to never have I ever. Her statement created a huge commotion and people began to happily gather around her to play. You, on the other hand, were petrified by the idea.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the living room, you sat up and decided to find somewhere as remote as possible. You sneaked your way out of the apartment and decided to get a break from the crowd altogether by going up on the rooftop.

Peter was still at the party, passively drinking from time to time, to look somewhat interested in the game. He scanned the room looking for you, but couldn’t see you anywhere. Immediately, he stood up and began searching the whole apartment.

He was beginning to loose his cool, and tried to rationalise everything in his head. You had been gone for at least 20 minutes, and you weren’t in the apartment. You couldn’t have left the party like this, he asked Claire and she said she didn’t see you either. Come on Peter, you know her better than anyone else. And then he knew.

“There you are.” Peter’s voice startled you. You turned to look at him from where you were sitting. He looked so relieved, like he had lost the most precious thing he owned. “Never disappear like that again.” His tone was firm but soft as he walked to join you on the floor.

He really was a sight to behold, brown hair dishevelled and his shirt sleeves rolled up.

“You were looking for me ?” you asked, voice soft, surprise in your tone. You didn’t think you had been gone that long to be honest.

“I was ready to call the police and tell them to start a kidnapping investigation.” he joked.

“Now that seems excessive.”

“You’re right, I would have put on the suit and looked for you myself. I am better suited for the job anyway.” he quipped.

“I meant I was gone for barely half an hour.” you said laughing. “I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

“Come on bug, it’s you. Of course I notice.” he said while taking your hand in his.

Flustered, you looked right in front of you, trying to not loose your mind over the fact that Peter noticed you were gone and that he was holding your hand. Peter was also trying to think things clearly, but you looked like an angel next to him and he had been really scared when he couldn’t find you.

“You look breathtaking” he whispered.

“Stop it” you looked away from him, a blush creeping on your face.

“We definitely gotta work on your ability to accept compliments love.” Peter said with a smile.

“I don’t think calling me love is helping.”

“That’s a shame because I don’t intend to stop. You are my love.” He said it so simply. Like it was the most obvious thing ever. Your heart was about to implode and without a second thought, you placed your hand on his cheek and leaned in.

“I love you Pete.” There. Finally. You said it. You didn’t care about the possible consequences of those four words, you cared about Peter, here and now. He was looking at you like you were his whole life. You could only hope yours conveyed the same ardent feeling you had for him.

Peter closed the space between you two, kissing you so tenderly like you were made of glass. He then pulled back enough to utter above a whisper.

“I love you too, love.”

[finelinevogue]

I love your “little moments” series… I have a weak spot for dad!Harry💕 and I love the relationship between the family’s members 🤗 and I really hope u will continue to update it! And for this series I would like to request Harry doing the 73 questions interview for Vogue and his kids and wife make an appearance (u can choose if the kids are toddlers or teens) and they even answer some questions OR an Howard Stern interview where Harry is asked about his family,maybe the host makes like not so nice-low key shady comments on his wife and on Harry’s daughter coming out story. Ok I’ m done, so sorry ik it’s so long 😅 it’s just I love your series sooo muchhh 🥰🥰 ok I’m done love u have a good day 😘

i’d love to answer this one!! thank you so much for loving my little series💕this one’s for you and for the other request i got which i’m combing with this: “Harry is doing a interview on facetime when his kid crashes the interview.” so pls enjoy and yeah enjoy;

oli - 6, felix - 4, belle - 1

The day had finally arrived for Harry Styles to complete the 73 Questions with Vogue.

It had come to be the promo for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ and his schedule was booked with interview after interview after interview, and it wasn’t ideal for this to all be happening months whilst also having to look after three meddling toddlers, one of whom had only recently turned 1 years old.

The house was chaos. Fun, but chaos. And it was also the setting of this interview.

“Alright you lot, this way.” You shoved your children along to your living room, giving Harry the space he needed with Joe Sabia - the interviewer.

“Thank you love, see you later.” He blew a kiss to you and returned his focus to Joe. This interview was the first of many and it was also a major marketing ploy. These types of interviews were so highly recommended for Harry to be involved in and Jeff had thought it was about time for him to do one.

Joe had arrived around 15 minutes ago, just to

run over the script and remind Harry of the pre-determined questions - which reminded him of the answers that you’d run through with him the night before. Now the cameras were set up, the mic people were all at stand-by and Joe was ready it was time to begin. The children had been so fascinated by all these new people, after not seeing anyone for months due to the coronavirus pandemic, which is why it took a lot of trouble to get them to shuffle away from their beloved dad.

A fake door knock arose.

“Harry Styles hello!”

“Hi!” Harry waved at the camera.

“I’m here to do the Vogue 73 Questions, shall we get to it?”

“Of course! Come in!” Harry welcomed Joe into the house and shut the door behind him, not trusting his little ones to not escape if they were running wild.

“Beautiful house! Is it your only one?”

“No, but it’s my only one in London.” Harry made a point of not exploiting how many houses he did have and where they were. In fact, you still didn’t know about the Island that he was currently investing in just for you. You were a huge conservation activist and so Harry thought you could spend your free time helping the fragile ecosystem on this island.

“Did you design it yourself?”

“Me and my wife built the plans, but we go the experts to finish it all off.”

“What’s your favourite room?”

“Um, probably the living room.”

“Why?”

“So many of my favourite memories have happened in there.”

“Could you give us some?”

Harry could give loads, but they were far too precious for him to just give away. The living room wasn’t even a massive room, it was quite quaint with a couple of sofas, a logwood fire and then rugs and paintings on the walls. It was a home within a home. It was where Felix had taken his first steps. It was where Oli had spoken his first words. It was where Belle had fallen over for the first time and given herself nasty carpet burn. It was where presents were opened at Christmas. It was where you and Harry had made love next to the fire. It was where Felix and Oli had had their first tiny argument. It was where you spent family nights. If your house was a map then that room marked X the spot.

It was treasure. Priceless.

“My favourite would probably be when my wife, Y/N, spilt red wine all over the new white carpet and then proceeded to throw white wine over the stain because she’d read somewhere that it helps to get rid of it.” Harry chuckled at the memory.

“Did it?”

“No, God no. The carpet’s grey now.”

Joe laughed, as did Harry.

“I have to say Harry, you’re looking very fashionable today who are you wearing?”

“Gucci.” He blushed, because he knew that everyone would’e known that without question. He was wearing a lilac silk shirt with his name embroidered on it - but really it was to symbolise your last name not his - with a white wife-beater shirt and white shorts. He looked rich.

“Shouldn’t have asked really? Is your wife as much a Gucci avid fan?”

“She hates anything expensive. I think she still wears the same jeans she was wearing at university!” He knew you’d hit him later for saying that.

“So she’s a hoarder?”

“God yeah. She keeps everything and anything.” Harry laughed in admiration.

“Has she always been?”

“Always. When we went on our first date, her bag was so full that she couldn’t find her purse and she was so embarrassed because she thought I would think she was taking advantage of who I was. Anyways I did end up paying that night, but she had actually, I don’t know how, sent me money for her portion of the bill. From that moment I knew it was going to be her.”

“Do you write songs about her?

“Every day.” He smiled at the thought of the one he’d written just this morning.

“Which one is your favourite about her?”

“I don’t know about favourite, but the one I hold closest to my heart is probably ‘Fine Line’.” Harry stopped there, not wanting to share the intimate details of why and Joe respected that.

“Do your children have a favourite song of yours?”

“They go crazy for Kiwi and Golden. Belle loves Treat People and Oli knows the dance to that one actually.”

“Did you choreograph the dance for TPWK?”

“Partially, but I had help from my friend Paul and Y/N helped too actually.”

Harry and Joe had now made it through the house, weaving in and out of rooms, until they had made it to the Garden. Unfortunately, you’d forgotten to shut the bifold doors to the living room and so as soon as Harry came into focus for your children they immediately ran for him. Oli and Felix could run quite well, but Belle was a lot slower. She was only learning how to walk and so she fell a lot, unless she was being supported by you or Harry. Oli reached his dad first and then Felix, to which Harry knelt down to embrace them in ‘super-dad’ hugs as he liked to call them.

“And who do we have here?” Joe asked.

“Trouble.” Harry replied in jest, but whispered something into his boys ears before backing away.

“Hello i’m Oli.” Oli waved proudly to the camera.

“Hi i’m Fix.” Feliz shied into his dads neck, embarrassed of himself. Harry kissed the back of his head and kept a hold oh him around his back for comfort.

“Fix?” Joe asked at the peculiar name.

“It’s Felix, but he can’t pronounce his own name for some reason so we just call him Fix now. Or Flix. Don’t we buddy?”

“Oh my! I’m so sorry about this!” You ran out in panic, knowing your one job was to keep the kids entertained and away from their dad. At least that was the original plan, but both Harry and Joe like this idea so much more. You were blushing red in embarrassment, picking up a fallen over Belle on your way over to everyone else. “So sorry.”

Belle became restless in your arms, reaching forward for her dad. She whined when she couldn’t quite reach and Harry immediately stood up to take his winging daughter from your arms. As he did, he leant into you and whispered in your ear whilst leaving it a warm kiss behind.

“You’re okay love. Don’t be sorry.”

“Hello Y/N!” Joe spoke.

“Hiya! How are you?”

“I’m great, and you?”

“Peachy.” You laughed, leaning down to collect Felix who was making grabby hands at you. Oli was quite happy standing next to both his parents, one of Harrys hands running through his tiny locks of hair.

“So now we have the family together, how do you feel to all be together?”

You looked to Harry smiled to find him smiling back already at you, knowing you both had a very similar answer. “It feels right. It feels like home.” You answered and Harry nodded in agreement, giving Belle a gentle rock in his arms.

“Are you okay with showing your children’s faces publicly?”

“No we’re not.”

“Looks like we have a hell of a lot of editing to do back at HQ.” Joe laughed, but completely understood the reasoning behind yours two decision. If needed, you could re-film scenes of this interview so that it didn’t include your children. Joe had done his best to keep the camera on you and Harry and luckily the children kept their faces buried in their parents necks anyways. “Is that going to be forever?”

“When they are old enough to decide whether they want to be in the spotlight then we’ll see.” Harry smiled, holding onto Belle tighter because all he wanted to do was keep her protected, and his, forever.

“You two seem like very good parents.” Joe spoke sincerely, and it made you swallow down a sob because it was always really lovely to hear such compliments - knowing you’d struggled with postnatal depression.

“Thank you Joe.” Harry nodded respectfully.

“Okay let’s carry on?”

The interview carried on until Harry had answered so many questions. He redid bits, due the children being too involved and he re-filmed answers to questions he found difficult to answer the first time around. He had such a great experience and was happy with the way that the day turned out.