#also our car has decided to break down and I have no idea what’s going on with it

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[nerdie-faerie]

This has got to be the worst move out yet

[notafunkiller]

wait for hours

Summary: Bucky and you have a small fight about making him attend a business dinner on your one-year anniversary.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x secretary!reader

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), org@sm denial/edging, teasing, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 1.9K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I wrote this blurb based on @marvelouslizzie’s prompt: “You want me to put it in you, don't you?”

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You know he is mad. You could sense it right away at work and also in the car. But you don’t regret it, it had to be done.

“Why did you even bring me here if you aren’t gonna talk, James?”

Your head is spinning only from the way he’s pacing around.

He puffs. “You wanna talk now?”

“You are such a kid,” you say, sighing.

“I am the kid?”

You’re surprised by how high his tone is.

“Why are you so bothered? I did what I needed to help you.”

“I don’t care! You knew tonight is off limits. It was supposed to be about us!”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm down a little. You don’t want to fight. You never do when you disagree, and this is silly.

“We can do it another time. We both know how important this is, so why are you so mad?”

“Because this is our one-year anniversary and we always…”

You sigh, standing up. “He wouldn’t have waited, and I don’t care if you think: then his loss. This is your company! You need this investment.”

“You made this decision for me!”

“Good,” you snap. “Someone had to, I wasn’t going to let you waste a great opportunity just cause you are not in the mood for another business dinner.”

He steps toward you so fast you don’t even realize for a second. “Yeah, sorry I am not in the mood for a business dinner when I could be buried inside my girlfriend in our private jet as we fly to Europe.”

“Who said I wanted to go in the first place?” You look him in the eye, challenging him to answer you. You’re not gonna let him intimidate you. Not that he wanted that.

“Then I could have made you come on my tongue after dinner right here.”

You roll your eyes. “All you can think about is sex.”

“All I can think about is you, but you decided to-”

“To do the right thing.” You interrupt him immediately. He’s so stubborn sometimes!

Bucky sighs, bringing his hands to your cheeks. “Are you bored with me?”

What. The. Fuck.

“Are you drunk?” You ask despite knowing it’d be impossible. But how can he ask that?

“Are you bored of me, honey? Is this why you keep me a secret?”

“Bucky!”

“I wanted to make it official like what? A thousand times?”

You sigh, bringing your hands on top of his before leaving a kiss on one of his palms.

“I am not bored of you, Jamie. But work is work. He knows-”

“I want everyone to know!”

You understand, but at the same time there are more consequences to consider before making the decision to get public. “Know what? That you’re fucking me?”

Now this is a thing you regret saying. The expression he has on his face breaks your heart.

“That’s all you think this is?”

Oh, you fucked up! This is not what it is, and you know it. You both had been trying to fight it off, to ignore the tension for over a year. Until you just couldn’t anymore and gave in.

It was clearly more than sex from the start. He didn’t even try to seduce you, and you were only going out on dates for weeks. And if he wanted sex, why he’d make such an effort when you’re sure he can get a girlfriend or a one-night stand or even escort services. He didn’t try to buy you. But would the office understand?

“No, James.” You kiss his other palm, trying to show him how you actually feel. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“When would it be, then? Or would it ever be a good idea?”

He’s more than upset now, his chin is trembling and the way he keeps staring at you makes you want to cry.

Such a horrible situation…

“When I’ll change my job,” you murmur, stroking his cheeks. “This way, they wouldn’t call either of us names and your reputation would-”

“I don’t care about it, okay? About what they’d say about me, and I certainly wouldn’t let them talk shit about you. What you did for the company is amazing.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “I am your secretary, Bucky. My job is to please you and do the best to assure the company’s success.”

“Fucking bullshit!”

“Hey, it’s true. You know very well how people would talk about both of us, and rumors would spread, and sure, men would pat you on the back at first, but some might hate the scandal. And I would be treated like a...” You don’t want to finish your sentence; well aware he knows what you mean. “You cannot protect me from this no matter what you do. And you cannot ruin your company! Do you want to do this just for public claim?”

“I want to hold your hand so badly everywhere...” He sighs, moving his hands from your face to his own hair, pulling it a bit too harshly. “I want to be able to leave with you home and not make Sam wait for you on the parallel street.”

You know and you feel the same way. Sometimes you find yourself imagining how things would be if you gave in and just not care about it, but there’s about so much more than you. You know how important his partnerships are, how hard he actually worked. He might not be a billionaire, but he is very rich and affords many things. He pays everyone well, including you, as wrong as it might sound.

“I’m gonna think about it, okay? I love you so much!” You take a step closer, getting on your tiptoes so you can kiss him a little. “I am sorry for making you feel like this, you’re not my dirty secret. But I don’t regret saying yes to this meeting. You weren’t going to agree, and we both know this is really important. We can celebrate later or tomorrow night. We can go anywhere you want. Just know I love you.”

Bucky says nothing for a while, his face emotionless as he thinks about what you said.

“I love you, too. Now I want you to get your clothes off and get on the bed.”

You raise your eyebrows at the change in his attitude. What the fuck!

“What?”

“Don’t act as if you don’t want it. You were teasing me all morning. And during the breaks!”

You cannot even deny it because it’s true. Yesterday you were both too tired to even eat when you got home, let alone have sex, and you woke up really horny.

“Don’t you need to get ready?”

He smirks in that way that you hate so much, and you sigh.

“You got one minute, baby.”

You quickly take off your shirt and pants before unclasping the bra and placing it on the nearest bedside table. You let on your panties, eager to see him tear them off as you sit on the edge of the bed.

But he, surprisingly, doesn’t do that after he drops on his knees in front of you and spreading your legs.

You get on your elbows just to watch him. He smiles cheekily, happy with the extra attention you give him, as he hooks his finger around your underwear and moves it to the side, holding it there as he starts to lick your slit.

“Yesss!” You throw your head back, knowing how much you’re going to enjoy this.

He’s a little too slow compared to the usual, but it still feels good, especially when he brings his tongue to your entrance.

You manage to hold back for a while, not letting your hips move until you realize he doesn’t intend to change the pace. With your fingers through his hair and another hand grabbing the sheets, you try to get his tongue inside you faster. But he doesn’t want that either, so you pull his hair a bit harder out of frustration.

“If you want it slow, at least use that tongue on my clit.”

He snorts, amused and does what you told him without protesting. But instead of feeling better because he’s licking your clit, it’s even worse.

You both know that you hate when he’s doing it slowly, so that’s annoying you even more. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose.

You try to tilt your hips more, showing him he needs to hurry up, but he places his right hand on your tummy and pushes your back to the bed again.

“Come on, Bucky! What is this?”

He smiles against your clit and suddenly starts to lick faster. And faster. And faster.

“Yess, yess.”

You pictured him like this before you got together. You imagined countless of scenarios with him eating you out on his desk or on the couch in his office, in the car or in the meeting room. You did that so often it became a habit, but you didn’t expect it to be that good. And he’s somehow getting better every time. Even when he’s torturing you.

When he starts sucking on your clit, though? You feel on fire. You let out the loudest moan before grabbing his hair.

“Yes, sooo c-close. Gimmie a finger, Jamie.” His eyes are on you as you speak. “Please!”

He stops sucking just to breathe on your clit, making you shiver. “Now why would I do that?”

You open your eyes confused.

Does he mean he wants to fuck you?

You’d love that, truth be told, so you push him away a little and get on your ass on the bed. You immediately move your hands down, trying to find his bulge over his pants.

Yeah, you totally missed that.

“I guess foreplay is done. You can fuck me now.”

Bucky laughs. He laughs! Then he brings his hand to cover yours and helps you get a better feel of his cock. Fuck, he’s so hard!

“You want me to put it in you, don’t you?”

“I’m still close.” You whine, surprised by your own body reaction. “Just get inside me, okay?”

“Why would I do that, honey?”

You give him the most confused look ever. “W-what?”

“You’re not gonna come tonight. Or well, until I get back from my meeting. Not on my fingers, not on my mouth, and definitely not on my cock. “

The world is spinning around you. He’s not serious is he.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Who’s the one thinking only about sex now?”

“You’re joking, right?”

He cannot do this. He can’t...

“I should get ready for the meeting.” He tries to get up, but you grab his hand.

“Are you punishing me for doing the right thing for the company?”

He senses you are close to tears so he leans in to kiss your forehead. “No, baby, why would I punish you for that?”

“I don’t know...”

“Maybe this is for thinking our anniversary is not important for me” He cups your face. “But I promise tonight will be great.”

You can’t even say anything, squeezing your legs together, still turned on.

“No touching either. You don’t get to come until I come back, okay?”

You sigh, pouting. “I’ll try, daddy.”

Bucky bites his lip before he kisses you properly. “You won’t try, you will do it for daddy, okay?”

You nod, staring at his chest. “Can I help you clean?”

“As much as I’d love that, if we go in the shower together, I don’t think I’ll leave.”

Damn it... now you have to wait for hours.

[peachsayshi]

Hi Peach! I’m pretty new around here but I’m here to get in on your WIP tag. I wanna take a sneak peek at two different things but to save the effort for you to not do that I would really wanna see what the next Older Brothers Best Friend Geto x Reader pt. 4 🫣

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same pt. 4”

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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ older brother’s best friend geto x female reader ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)  ↬･tags: (check my masterlist for previous parts) tension; alcohol consumption; reader is gojo’s sister; reader has a big fat crush on geto; size difference; kind of angsty but that's because I'm keeping this as an on going drabble as ideas hit me; this ends a bit abruptly but there will be more parts once I conjure up some other ideas( age gap; reader is 22 and geto is 27

⥽ notes: hello! thank you so much for reaching out, and I'll be happy to add you to the tag list! I was originally going to share just a snippet, but in honor of suguru's birthday I decided to go back and clean up the next part to share with you! I know I said I was taking a break from geto fics but something sparked when I reread this XD I hope you enjoy this update hehe

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You're hyper aware of the confined space, of the sound of the car slowly purring when Suguru hits the acceleration, of the intoxicating aroma wafting off of his body, and of the gnawing, aching silence that's hanging heavy in the air.

The two of you haven't said a single word to each other once you dropped off your friends. Suguru tried to eliminate the awkwardness by turning on the radio, but the sound of the low bass was only matching the erratic pace of your heart.

You squeeze your hands into two small fists on your lap, keeping yours eyes on the road as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. Your cheeks sting with embarrassment, the heat scorching the apple of your cheeks. You bounce your leg up and down, trying to steady your breath as you muddle through your jumbled up thoughts. A shiver ripples along your exposed spine when you recall the bubbly tone of your friends voice, cringing to yourself as you hear her sing "isn't that also the name of the guy you have a crush on?"

You would do anything to hurl yourself out of the car at this very second.

You aren't even sure if you should apologize profusely for her behavior, or to try and offer Suguru some semblance of an explanation behind her statement.

A hand finds your thigh, a gentle touch bringing your awareness to the present. You gaze down and stretch out your tense fists, fingers spreading where the tips barely touch Suguru's palm.

You freeze.

He lightly traces his thumb back and forth, the tender gesture forcing your will to look up at him.

His sharp eyes are still on the road, and he relaxes into his seat while using his other hand to steer the wheel. "Relax, sweetheart," he coos warmly, a hint of a grin ticking at the corner of his mouth, "I'm not going to bite."

There's a tickle in your throat when you speak, your voice leaving your body in timid horror. He makes it so hard for you to conceal yourself - like you're a an open wound bleeding freely before his eyes.

"I'm mortified," you admit quietly, shameful tears forming as the champagne bubbles in your veins.

Suguru's hand doesn't leave you, but hearing your reply cracks the gentle grin on his face.

"Why are you mortified?" he replies steadily, his brow quirking with intrigue but there's a playfulness in his tone that makes you wary, like he's trying to pry the answer out of you himself.

"Um, because of what she said-" you exhale, as you turn away once Suguru tries to catch your stare. You return to look at the tips of your fingers so close to his palm, the slither of distance sending tingles up your forearms.

"Don't sweat it. Besides, nobody is worse than Satoru, right? He's particularly embarrassing when he drinks," Suguru consoles.

You swallow nervously at the mention of your brother, wishing that Suguru didn't bring him up at this very moment. You mindlessly extend your index finger out, the pad slightly ghosting Suguru's knuckle, and your heart flutters when he flexes at the featherlight contact.

The car halts abruptly, and your heart stops.

You didn't even notice that you made it back home.

The street lights around you glow like a thousand stars, a dewy mist hindering their radiant halos. Suguru lifts his hand away from your thigh to shift the gear into park, and you feel an unwanted chill from the vacancy.

"Yeah," you anxiously snigger, trying your best to play off the moment with ease but there's something in your heart that's stopping your performance.

You're defenseless against the influence of the alcohol in your system, the mask you've so carefully been wearing cracking to lay bare the truth beneath.

You breathe out as you undo your seat belt.

"It's just..." you carefully add on, your courage bravely egging you on to just tell Suguru how you really feel.

There's no point in lying, you reiterate. Come clean.

When you turn to face him, you find yourself faltering once again. He looks bigger than he is with you both trapped inside the vehicle. The expanse of his broad shoulders stretching across miles. His dreamy eyes pierce through your own irises, plunging themselves right into the depths of your soul. You're suddenly shrinking under the heat of his gaze, curling into yourself like a small creature hiding in it’s shell.

Suguru tilts his head, always considering you thoughtfully.

"Just?"

You angle your body towards him, wishing you could just pour out your feelings in an effortlessly cool manner. You think about how Utahime, Shoko and Mei Mei act. Each one of them moving and flowing with self assurance that you can only admire.

Right now all you have is the softest parts of you, your delicacy at the forefront. All the drinks you've consumed have eroded away the shield of your concern, and you feel everything spin once again while Suguru remains firmly in his own place.

Strong. Poised. A beacon that your heart keeps gravitating towards again and again. It pounds in your chest - thump, thump, thump - and the longer you linger in his space, the less you find yourself willing to resist your own desire.

"Remember when we um...when we kissed?" you feebly inquire, a slight shiver making your shoulders tremble.

Suguru's eyes dip to your lips, the memory an anchor of temptation that constantly weighs him down when he's around you.

"You were...guiding me, a-and you said something along the lines of how some guys like it when the their partner can be...assertive..." your body moves faster than your mind can catch up with itself. You inch closer, leaning your torso forward as you tilt up your chin to place your face directly in front of his. "There's...there's something I need to tell you..."

Suguru's expression transitions from curiosity to caution. He visibly stiffens when you close the gap, your innocent lips brushing against the corner of his mouth.

"Sweetheart," he mumbles warily, but releases a petite sigh when you press firmly down.

A peck so small for a gesture far, far too big.

"Would it be so bad if I said it?" you wonder, when you notice him visibly stiffen. "Would it be so bad if we just-"

Your mouth goes dry at the thought, your stomach twitching with uncertainty. Your hands find his shoulders, and you trace the outline of his lips with your own, lingering for just a minute as you hold his gaze.

You faintly lick your lips before moving in for a real kiss.

Just like he taught you.

You feel his palm against your waist, a wave of goosebumps bumping all over your bare skin. Suguru parts his lips to grant you entrance, and you hungrily slip your tongue in for a taste. You ribbon your arms around his neck, whimpering gently when he digs his fingers into your flesh. He eagerly returns the kiss, in the same way he did before when the both of you were lying horizontally on his couch. Your lips crush together, your tongues locking into ties and twists.

He drags his electric touch upward, slipping underneath the flimsy fabric of your top. You gasp into the kiss as his fingers tease the curve of your breast, grazing the underside and making you sink your own digits into the forest of his shadowy mane.

But just when you've almost lost yourself into the haze of your addiction, Suguru suddenly pulls away.

Your name spills out of his lips in frustration.

You widen your eyes slightly.

For as long as you've known the man he's always ever addressed you with one of his many cutesy pet names.

His "sweetheart", his "doll", his "princess".

Every one of them left his lips with indifference but they always held so much affection while maintaining a safe distance of attachment.

But hearing your name, which always leaves his lips like an affliction, which he only calls out in moments few and far in between, seizes your heart pitifully.

"We shouldn't," Suguru points out, his voice deeper than the color of his midnight hair. "We can't."

You thought about the girl he was kissing on the night of his party. The way his body tangled in between the fabric of her purple dress.

"Why not?" you press, anticipating your long awaited answer.

You wanted to hear him say it himself - to admit that there was somebody else. Maybe the rejection will help you finally get over this long winded crush. Maybe the heartbreak is just what you needed to set yourself free.

Suguru's hand was still resting precariously underneath your top, but neither of you were perturbed by the intimacy of your bodies loosely intertwined.

"Because," he breathes out bitterly, “I told Satoru that I wouldn't."

Your jaw goes slack, your mouth dropping in obvious surprise when you part your lips.

"You...what?"

There's a twitch in his jaw. He dotingly presses his forehead against yours, allowing his eyes to flutter close. Leaning into the touch of the one thing he's forbidden to have.

He slithers his hand away, and your body twinges in agony, like it's begging him not to. Tears prick your eyes, but you aren't sure if it's because you can feel your heart crumple or if you're simply overwhelmed.

"I shouldn't have-" Suguru murmurs, "I shouldn't have let things go so far."

"But-" you sniffle, blinking back your tears and your reaction makes him instantly pliable, like you can mold him easily between your fingers

"Satoru is too familiar with every part of me. Too familiar with my history. The good, and the bad." Suguru explains, "And he's fiercely protective of you."

The truth sinks in, the awareness of yet another obstacle in your way.

You slump in your seat, feeling foolish for not considering the extent of how deep their friendship lies. "Oh."

Your hands fall away from around his neck, and you fidget as you shift to look forward. Your chest hiccups as you try to resist the full shattering of your docile composure.

Suguru's eyes don't leave you.

"I should...um,..." you announce with a furrow of your brow, shedding all aspects of your embarrassment and grief in the hopes to leave them behind in the front seat of his car. "I should go..."

You gather your things, ignoring Suguru when he calls out your name a second time. You slam the door behind you, your heart effectively dwindling into nothing but ashes at your feet.

One tear falls, and then another. You initially perceived that the strike of rejection would bring you a sense of catharsis, a final out of the clutches of these sinking emotions… but you didn't expect the sting to hurt this dreadfully.

You carry your feet with as much strength as you can muster to your front door, fumbling with the keys as you struggle with blurry eyes. You sniffle quietly to yourself again when you insert it into its lock, taking a minute to compose yourself before stepping inside.

You freeze taking a step over the threshold when a brush of warmth traces the outline of your waist.

There’s a shadow that drowns out the light behind you, whispering for your return.

You spin on your heel to find Suguru behind you, his lamenting eyes apologetic.

You quickly wipe any rogue tears away, clearing your throat as he takes another step forward.

“Please,” you beg, “let’s just forget about it…”

Suguru nods his head - not because he wants to, but because he has to.

He doesn’t ask for permission when his hands grip your waist, nor do you deny him the access.

“Please, don’t cry,” he soothes in return, his voice angelic and lovely. “Seeing you upset kills me”

You know it’s the truth.

Suguru has always been blunt about how soft he is towards you - even going as far as putting Satoru in his place when your brother tries to overstep.

“I’m fine, just tipsy…” you lie.

Suguru doesn’t point out your fib - taking it at face value even though he doesn’t want to. You nuzzle into his arms when he extends his embrace, enveloping yourself into his protective hug.

One his hands seeks your jaw, and he cradles it with care, ensuring to handle your fragility with a delicate caress. He tilts your face up towards his helpless eyes, hoping you’ll eventually make peace with this like he did. His thumb traces your bottom lip, he tugs at the muscle and watches it gently bounce back. Resisting the urge to kiss away whatever pain he’s caused.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t want this, because I do,” he confesses, maintaining a balance between the scale of your relationship lest you feel weighed down by him. “You make me feel things that I shouldn’t.”

He seals the truth with an honest peck and a spark ignites inside you but you hastily put out the flame.

Yet, his admittance eases some of your woes and you count the minutes passing as you two linger into the kiss far longer than intended.

tags: @brownskinnedgirll @chibigetoo

[br4ttyeilish]

You dont really need a break .. (Wanna see what you can take.)

BILLIE EILISH X ARTIST!FEM!OC

Summary: Jocelyn and Billie have been dating for a little over a year now. They accidentally plan their tours to be during the same time which means they werent able to see each other in person for nearly 3-4 months. They both decided to agree on going on a "relationship break" until they get off tour. Which means both Billie and Jocelyn get full freedom to do whatever they want with other people. But what happens when Jocelyn fully uses that to her advantage?

Authors note: not my first ever smut fic but my first ever Billie fic on tumblr so eee !! I’m excited to share my writing with the Billie community so I hope you freaks like it :)

Today was the first day in nearly 4 months that Jocelyn and Billie had seen each other in person. 

They had both gone on tour at the same time and only talked to each other a little bit on call and through text while they weren't busy. 

Even though Billie and Jocelyn had a very committed and healthy relationship they both agreed to go on a relationship break a few days before they started their tours. Jocelyn was the one who brought it up. Mainly because for some reason she was scared of the fact that Billie would be away for so long and the thought of Billie cheating really scared her. So if she just asked to take a break, she had no reason to get mad if she saw videos online of Billie with other people. 

Billie wasn't too happy about the idea but she knew they were gonna be busy anyways so she agreed. She didn't mind. 

The thing is, Jocelyn took this 'break' thing a little .. too far. With the tour being so stressful and overwhelming, she needed a stress reliever. And Billie was her stress reliever. After a hard day at the studio, Billie was at home waiting for her so she could help her. Lay her down, massage her, eat her out, fuck her, whatever she did it really calmed her down. Especially the fucking part. So with Billie not being there, she needed someone. More.. than just someone. 

Jocelyn started hooking up with random people. Nothing more than hooking up. She wouldn't even let the people do foreplay or even kiss her or touch her in certain ways. Just casual sex. 

Jocelyn's best friend, Quen, decided to go on tour with Jocelyn because Quen had been wanting to travel more and she knew Jocelyn needed some company. 

Quen knew about everything that was happening. Jocelyn would blab about it every night to her. Quen has a big mouth and she also happens to be good friends with Billie. So she ended up telling Billie every detail. 

The people she was fucking, when and how often she was fucking them, and everything. 

Of course, Billie was a bit jealous, even a tad bit hurt. But she knew they had an agreement. And Billie knew when Jocelyn came back she would put her in her place anyway.

Billie and Jocelyn met up together at the LA airport. They were both extremely excited to see each other. Jocelyn ran into Billie's arms with a big kiss. and Billie returned it. Snuggling into her neck and holding her tightly. Billie showed no sign of being mad or upset. In fact, she was being joyful around her. Even in the car ride home Billie had a good conversation with her. Billie kept it all in until they got home.

Jocelyn opened their shared room and put her bag down. "God I'm so glad tour is over. It was amazing but I really did miss our room." Jocelyn admitted. Billie smiled, "Yeah I missed it too. I was pretty homesick most of the time." she said setting her bag next to Jocelyn's. Jocelyn began to take her belongings out of the bag and put them up. Billie doing the same. 

Jocelyn sighed, finally finishing and zipping her suitcases up. She plopped her back onto the right side of their bed with a loud huff. Billie walked over and laid down next to Joc, facing her. Jocelyn was facing the ceiling. 

"So joc, what was the most exciting part about your trips?" Billie asked getting the conversation started. Jocelyn continued to look at the ceiling. "Uhmmm I liked the vip q&a sessions. I liked being able to talk to the fans and-" Billie cut her off. She turned Jocelyn face to face hers. Her blue eyes piercing into Jocelyn. 

"No baby, that's not what I meant. Outside of the tour." Jocelyn furrowed her eyebrows. "Oh uhm.. well. Me and Quen went sightseeing a lot and stuff and that was fun. we even went to an-" Billie cut her off once again. This time pushing her back down on her back. A gasp escaping Jocelyn's lips at the sudden shift. Billie gets on top of Jocelyn aggressively and wraps her hands around Jocelyn's neck. Jocelyn's eyes go wide. Billie's silver rings make Jocelyn shiver. 

"Stop fucking acting dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about." Billie aggressively said into Jocelyn's ear. 

That's when it hit her. nothing left Jocelyn's lips, she was stunned. "Let’s talk about all the people you fucked on tour huh? I mean I know we were on a break, but, wow. You really are a fucking slut, Jocelyn. SEVEN people!" Billie spoke, still on top of her. 

Billie began to unbutton Jocelyn's shirt with her other hand. Jocelyn would be lying if she said she wasn't loving this. "Well... if you wanna act like a slut Jocelyn.. let's treat you like a fucking slut." and with that, Billie tore off the rest of her shirt. Throwing it somewhere across the room. 

Billie began to leave harsh kisses all down Joc's neck. Shaky moans try to leave Jocelyn's closed-up throat. Her eyes rolled back. Jocelyn's perky tits were on full display for Billie. She began to trail from her neck down to them. Placing kisses and bites on her nipples. Jocelyn was in pure bliss. Not for long though. 

Billie looked up at Jocelyn. Her eyes were soft. Billie took her hand off Jocelyn's neck and placed them down on the side of her. Rubbing both her hands up and down Jocelyn's body. Jocelyn looked down at her in awe. Billie was being so ... gentle with her? It confused her. 

Then suddenly Billie’s eyes went cold. She harshly grabbed onto Jocelyn's hips, sure to leave marks from Billie’s uncut nails, and flipped Jocelyn over. Having her ass up and her head down into the soft mattress. A loud moan leaving her pink lips. 

Billie takes her left hand and slaps Jocelyn's clothed ass harshly. A yell being heard from the girl under her. Billie began to take her shorts off swiftly. Billie rested both her hands on her ass and rubbed her way up her back. Billie grinded her metal belt against Jocelyn's ass, placing her mouth above her ear. "Bet nobody on tour did it as good as me, hm." she spoke cockily. Jocelyn got the balls to say "You might have some competition with Ruby." Ruby being one of the girls she fucked. That made Billie's mood switch extremely. 

Billie knew deep down Jocelyn didn't mean that. Billie knew she wanted to get to Billie's head. And that she did. Jocelyn looked back with a smirk. That smirk only made Billie's face light up red. 

Billie grabbed a fist full of Jocelyn's hair and yanked it down into the mattress more. Making Jocelyn's face covered up. It hurt Jocelyn a lot, even cutting out most of her oxygen. But god, it made her so much more turned on.

Nothing left Billie's mouth. She had nothing to say. She took her other hand and placed her fingers in her mouth getting them wet. They left her mouth with a pop. She took them and roughly placed them at Jocelyn's hole. She then slammed into her with 2 fingers at once. That made Jocelyn's thighs squeeze together and she moaned into the bed. Her eyes rolling back once again. 

Billie immediately spread her legs open. Her other hand still placed in her hair. She took the fist full of hair and brought her back up. pulling her head back. still roughly pounding in and out of her with her fingers. Jocelyn was panting like a helpless puppy for Billie.

"Look at you. God, you look fucking pathetic." Billie growled. All Jocelyn could reply with was moans and pants. Billie took her hand out of her hair and slapped her ass again. "I know damn fucking well nobody had you like this. Let’s be realistic princess," Billie stated. and she was right, nobody did. Nobody could. 

"B-Billie'm so close please.." Billie immediately took her fingers out. Making Jocelyn groan and gasp . "No. No. No. Billie no." Jocelyn desperately spat out. 

Billie flipped her back on her back. Her legs spread, all on display for her. Billie crawled in between her. her face met hers. inches apart. "Go ahead. Admit that im better. Admit that nobody can fucking do what I do." Billie demanded. Her iconic cocky smirk plastered all over her tan face. Jocelyn rolled her eyes. She always hated this. 

Billie noticed her attitude. Billie took her hand and grabbed Jocelyn's jaw. Jocelyn's eyes go wide. "Fucking say it whore." Billie spat. Their foreheads were touching. Jocelyn was once again quiet, but out of shock. Billie’s grip tightened on her face. 

"Fucking say it or I will sit here all fucking night and make you cum until you fucking pass out." Billie once again demanded. 

Jocelyn's eyes only grew wider and wider. "Yes Billie fuck oh my god your better. Nobody even fucking comes close to you. M-mommy please.. please make me cum please I haven't had anything as good as this in months." Jocelyn finally admitted. Everything coming out all at once now. Her eyes were watering, tears stained her pink cheeks. Billie let go of her jaw and grinned happily. 

Finally getting what she wanted. 

Billie crawled back and rested her face down to her pussy. She placed her hands on her knees so she could spread her more. She made direct eye contact with Jocelyn and lowered her face down on her. Swirling her tongue on her clit. Her crystal clear siren eyes making this so much hotter. Moan began leaving Jocelyn's mouth.

Billie began to eat her like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue going in circles over and over again. Occasionally fucking her tongue in and out of her. Jocelyn rested her hands in Billie's hair, pushing her more and more down on her. Jocelyn's back arched. She was in utter fucking bliss. "p-please im so close.." she told her. Billie continued. She wanted to get her off. 

Jocelyn finally came down from her high and her legs began to shake. Her thighs closing in on Billie's face. shoving her even farther in her. Her white liquids coating all over Billie's pretty face. Billie moaned on her. 

Billie didn't even try to lick up her cum, instead, she whipped it off her face, and off Jocelyn's pussy onto her fingers. Jocelyn watched as she did this. thinking that she would just lick it off her fingers.

But no. 

Billie took her cum coated fingers and stuck them back inside Jocelyn. Jocelyn's swollen and overstimulated cunt ache. Making Jocelyn let out the most pornographic moan of her life. Billie forced her cum back deep inside of her. Jocelyn watched her in shock. That had to be the hottest thing she had ever seen Billie do. 

Billie began to get up, slapping her wet clit one last time. 

"So, princess, mind reminding me who does it best?"

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[half-oz-eddie]

Tommy has a journal (?)

(Read below, or on Ao3)

When Buck starts staying at Tommy's more often, he's given free access to move a few things around and make himself at home. While Buck is making himself some room in a bottom drawer, he finds out that Tommy has a journal.

It's a seemingly old book with a blue hard cover and elastic closure.

Buck really wants to know what's inside. Not because he's nosy, (partly because he's nosy) but mostly because he wants to know what Tommy uses it for. Knowing his boyfriend is also into journaling is exciting new knowledge for him. What is he logging in his book? Does he write his thoughts and feelings, affirmations? Does he use it took keep himself organized?

Buck told himself it may be too intrusive to ask, but he wants to know.

One night, when he stays over, he leaves the room to spy on Tommy, and see if he will take out the journal and write in it. He planned to waltz right in and curiously ask "what're you writing?" so he could learn what Tommy uses his journal for.

He just had to know, it was all he could think about.

For an entire week, he'd sneak off and leave Tommy alone to see if he'd grab the journal, but he didn't.

Buck began to assume that maybe Tommy didn't like to use the journal when he came over.

He told the 118 about his silly little predicament.

"Why don't you just ask him what he uses it for?" Hen wondered.

"Because that's too invasive!"

"So you'd rather spy on him when he's possibly writing down his most intimate thoughts?" Eddie chimed in.

"I'm not trying to spy! I don't actually want to see in the journal. I just want to know what sort of journaling guy he is. Maybe we can go shopping for new books and supplies together!"

"So...just invite him to do that and see what kind of things he wants to buy." Chimney proposed.

Buck nodded. "Yeah! That's a great idea!"

So, Buck takes Chimney's advice and invites Tommy to Michael's with him. Buck shows Tommy some journals, stickers and stamp pads, but Tommy doesn't seem very interested in them.

He does buy some gel pens, though.

Buck considers that a clue. Maybe Tommy uses the pens for color coded writing. He's going to ask him about it in the car.

"So, gel pens, huh? You bought that multicolor pack. Tha-that's pretty cool."

"Yeah, I figured I could take some, and you could take some. They're retractable and great for jotting things down."

"Oh, definitely. D-do you know which colors you want?"

"Eh, I don't think it really matters." Tommy shrugged, eyes remaining focused on the road. "I'll just switch between colors when the other runs out of ink."

Buck nodded. He still wasn't getting anything juicy about Tommy's journaling habits. Maybe Tommy didn't have any. Or maybe he was a "go-with-the-flow" type of guy.

Buck decided to kick it up a notch. "So..." He began as they walked in the door. "I was thinking we order a pizza and maybe we could have some uh...some journaling time together?"

"Journaling time?" Tommy raised a brow.

"Yeah! I-I'll break out my new journal and you can get yours. We-we can just...have some quiet time and write in our journals together."

Tommy snickered. "Evan, I don't have a journal."

"Y-you don't? B-but I found that journal in your bottom drawer and I thought..."

"Oh, that." Tommy disappeared into the bedroom and returned with the book and handed it to Buck.

Buck excitedly opened the book, frowning at the blank pages.

"I don't exactly...like journaling, so I never used it. My therapist suggested it a few years ago but it didn't work for me. I prefer doodling."

Buck's eyes lit up once more. "Do you have a sketch book?"

"Nope. I just...doodle on napkins or scraps of paper and then throw them away."

"Throw th—" Buck scoffed. "Throw them away?! Tommy, get back in the car."

"What? Why?"

"We're going to get you a sketchbook."

"Now? What about pizza?"

"We'll pick up pizza on the way home." Buck pushed Tommy out the door.

At least they could still have their journaling time together...sort of.

[xoxitgirl]

˚⊹₊ ⋆ updated manifestation routine ₊˚｡

2024 it-girl manifesto

hi all! so my last manifestation routine I feel like I missed a lot + have a new mindset now so I’m going to break it down in a better way lol. a lot of my mindset has been developed through esoteric philosophy, teachings of neville goddard, and edward art.

the foundation—

so this is what i base my thought process on, everything is mental. this is literally the first principle I learned of esoteric philosophy—mentalism. the mind has effects over all; mentally, spiritually, and physically. for anything to be/exist it has to come from the mind, this is also considered the “law of self” or the “law of one.” since our minds literally can’t comprehend what is imagined to be experienced vs what we’ve actually lived through, we can literally change ANYTHING through consciously shifting our awareness. some things may be viewed as “harder” or “more difficult” but in essence its the same exact process every time. and I only mean like conscious manifestation and not like past events/trauma.

rule one: find what works for you and practice consistency.

rule two: if you have it in your mind, it is already yours. feel it, touch it, smell it, embrace it. use your senses.

rule three: what is inside of you is outside of you—let it reflect without desperation, fear, or pressure.

intention comes first

if you lead with no direction where will you go? being able to understand what it is you want is a necessity to me when it comes to manifestation. I like to think of it as a mini ritual; writing or deciding your intention and then diving into the mindset revamp and everything else in store.

journaling, journaling, and more journaling

I journal literally everything in every style—meaning; when I start journaling I write short paragraphs expressing gratitude for my current manifestations. for more in depth desires, I will write pages about the experience of getting my desire, the feelings I felt, the people involved, the setting, etc. similar to gratitude letters, I just write gratitude vaunts. when I’m not vaunting I’m setting goals. goals can easily help us understand what we want and what we can do in the meantime to feel like we have it. I also journal sporadically, I read through all the things i’ve manifested through a couple months—for some reason this works insanely well for me.

state akin to sleep

SATS or state akin to sleep is basically being completely relaxed/in a drowsy state and envisioning your desire so its like you’re falling asleep in the wish fulfilled. this is useful because when you’re in this state, your mind is more accepting and receptive of your desires. neville breaks this idea down in depth but in short, there will be less opposition because you experience having your desire in this state and as I love saying; as above so below. as you continue this method the mental and physical planes will align.

subliminals + affirmation tapes

I always binge listen to subs for around a week to a month and then stop for at least 2 weeks minimum. idk why i just don’t like repetitive tasks but this way of sporadic listening has always helped me manifest better because I allow my manifestation to come to me. especially if it’s something I think is more of a material manifestation like a new car—I made a car sub and stopped listening after like 3 months of constant listening and my dad told me to clean out my car for my dream car.. like let it come to you babes.

detaching!!!

in my mind detaching is equally as important as intention. if you’re obsessing over something its more likely you’ll focus on the lack in the 3d instead of the abundance you have in the 4d. I force myself to not worry about my sp, put my phone down when I’m worried ab sales, and just relax because what is mine will always be mine. ways to detach… going on walks, drawing, focusing on hobbies, working out, yoga, listening to music, hanging out with friends or family, going for a drive, literally anything that brings you back to center and allows you to stop thinking excessively about your desire.

affirming 24/7

im always asking and telling myself how I would think as my most desirable self. when i’m worried about the weather, my designs, if my dates will go the way i want, or if my packages will arrive on time I affirm immediately, “the weather is always so amazing. I love driving in my area’s calm, nice weather. everybody always loves my designs, why wouldn’t they? I’m literally one of the most famous designers in the world. I always have picturesque fairytale like dates with my SP because he loves me and wouldn’t let me settle for less tff” and like its been mentioned before, we have thousandss of thought a day so a negative thought literally cant hurt you or your manifestation but affirming can be extremely helpful for those with anxiety or intrusive thoughts imo.

manifestation lists

i write a list of everything I’ve manifested every month to remind myself of my power. at times ill even throw in a few things that I am wanting at the moment to remind myself it’s already mine. every time I manifest consciously I scroll through the list just as like a confidence booster I guess.

visualizing + vision boards

im constantly visualizing what I want in my present. literally money in my hands, my new computer in front of me—visualize, visualize, visualize. thats definitely a really big part of my routine, also making vision boards and having them on my phone, on my walls, etc. using apps to make it more convenient like vsco, pinterest, notion.

sigils

making sigils helps me kinda detach too! this is definitely not a necessity, I only remake my sigils every year or when I feel uneasy about something. over time i’ve noticed that with ones i’ve used for safety/peace, I have to actively choose which energy to embody. nobody will come into my space causing me to be in a stressful mood unless I allow it—imo it helps a lot with conscious creation.

challenges + rules

I make a lot of challenges that I do privately and every time I stop/revert to thinking about the 3d I have to restart. I always give myself repercussions for feeding into a lack mindset because why would I do that when I live a life of abundance? im not like hard on myself or anything its just about maintaining the idea until it saturates. I also use like 10-20 manifestation rules that I have and follow on a daily basis, I would also recommend making your own list of rules because if you don’t have a standard to follow its harder to stay focused. some of mine are—

ᥫ᭡ everything I desire manifests the second I desire it.

ᥫ᭡ I manifest anything I want instantly.

ᥫ᭡ only my desired thoughts manifest.

ᥫ᭡ nothing can stop me from getting what I want.

ᥫ᭡ the 3D changes instantly for me.

ᥫ᭡ I have such potent undeniable incredible power.

ᥫ᭡ I always manifest what I want on the spot.

as above so below, as within so without.

itgirl ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[littleracha]

Ello! This is my first request can you do were CG Skz with their Little at the beach but the little can't swim?

Also english isn't my first language^^

Have a good day!

Hello Little Duckling! You are doing amazing sweetheart! This request is beyond adorable. I decided to write it story style instead of headcanon, I hope you don't mind.

Have a good day as well, little dumpling.

Just a Little Splash

Hot did not even begin to describe how it felt outside. The world seemed to be on fire and there was nothing to do to escape the heat. It was inevitable that you would slip due to the discomfort of the whole situation but that didn't bother your caregivers one bit. 

Instead, they were focused on cooling you down as your poor puffy face began to turn red and splotchy from the heat.

"Oh my poor baby, Mommy is so sorry." Felix felt awful seeing how your body was reacting. He placed a gentle hand on your forehead and was alarmed by your temperature. "Minho! Come here!" Felix shouted out before immediately going back to your care. "Shhh baby, Noona is coming. Your noonie will be here soon"

"What's wrong Lix, I am trying to stop Hyunjin from breaking what little A/C we have" Minho wiped his hands on his shirt before looking over at you. "My little kitten! What happened to you" He was instantly at your feet.

"They are burning up! I think the heat is starting to make them sick. We need to cool them down" Felix brushed your hair with his hand, it was a nervous habit of his as a caregiver.

"What about the waterpark?" I.N. seemed to show up out of nowhere.

"Can't, they closed it last week"

"DURING A HEAT WAVE"

"Don't yell at me! Take it up with Mr.Wildwaves himself" Minho snarked back to I.N.

"Hot" a weak little voice caught all the caregivers' attention.

"Oh we know sugar, Mommy is so sorry. Let's get everyone in here and figure out how to help our little baby." Felix ended his sentence with a bop to your nose. It didn't help much but it did make you giggle.

Once all the boys were in the living room, ideas started flying. The whole situation became overwhelming but thankfully Han caught on.

"Here little quokka, sit on Oppa's lap." After getting all snuggled up, Han pressed your head into his chest to muffle the noise.

"I got it!" Chan stood up from excitement at his idea.

"Little one?" Han kissed your head to get your attention. "Listen to Daddy now, okay?" You gave a tired smile.

"Let's go to the beach! Felix and I have been dying to take them! Minho already has lunch made so we can pack it up and take it with us. We can all hang out in the water and just relax. Sound good cubby?" Everyone could tell you agreed based on the smile that appeared on your face.

The trip to the beach was fairly uneventful. You rode with Chan, Felix, Seungmin, and Hyunjin. Jinnie tried his best to give your room so you didn't get hotter while Seungmin was determined to put every single car vent on you. This prompted a scolding from Chan in the driver's seat as he could see your teeth chattering.

When you began to see the ocean line break over the hills, you danced around in your seat. You climbed over Hyunjin to get a better look.

"Mama! See the water?" You pointed to the very obvious ocean.

"Mama isn't sure he sees it, baby. Can you point it out to me?" Hyunjin held onto your waist to keep you secure as he followed your instructions.

"But now Minnie wants to see pup! Can you show Minnie where it is?" You giggled at Seungmin's request but showed him anyway.

It was about an hour of setting up before the boys all collected around you and Jeongin on the beach towels. During that time Innie was explaining all the fun things you would get to do. All of it seemed like a whole new world to you and your eyes shined at every new activity. However, Jeongin didn't fail to notice how your eyes dulled at the mention of swimming. He wouldn't bring it up now, not while you are occupied by the strange substance known as sand.

"Okay, Bunbun! Plan time." Changbin swooped you up and sat back down with you.

"We are going to eat some lunch and then we are going to go play before we get in the water. Okay, Cubby?" Chan asked but he knew you weren't fully paying attention, Binnie was always too much of a distraction.

Minho passed out the food and gave Changbin a gentle reminder that the baby had to eat most of their food. However, that didn't stop your dada from becoming the munch monster and sneaking bites out of everything you had. While you were distracted, Jeongin whispered something to Felix.

The next few hours were some of the most fun you had. It started with sea shell hunting with Han. Then Hyunjin helped you make a sand castle fit for a mermaid royal family. Seungmin took you on a small walk up the coastline and introduced you to all the dogs that came your way. Changbin played some games like catch and frisbee with you and the other boys while Jeongin set up a small dance party. Whispers seemed to surround everything you did.

It seemed to be that time. All the boys eventually ended up in the water, well all but Minho. No, instead Minho was watching you take your much-needed nap under the comfort of the umbrella. Your eyes blinked open and you retreated into Minho's lap when the light came in.

"Oh Kitten, a little too bright huh?" He chuckled as he shielded your eyes. 

"Do you wanna join your other caregivers in the water baby, itll be much cooler."

"Um....No thank you" The way you fidgeted with your shirt was telling.

"Kitten, can Noonie ask you a question?" he was met with a hum in response. "My little kitten doesn't like water, do they? Baby, do you maybe not know how to swim?" You shied away in embarrassment. "No need to be embarrassed honey! Guess what, Noona can't swim either!"

"Noonie doesn't know how to swim?" Your head perked up at his confession.

"Nope! But you know what? I think maybe we should be brave together. What do you say kitten? Just a little splash?"

"Just a little splash." You repeated to yourself.

Minho carried you down to the water with his own shaking arms. To be honest he was just as scared as you were. But when the boys saw you both coming, the looks on their faces ranged from comforting to excited. Minho's toes graced the water and he jumped back a bit by the cold. 

Then, once situated, he lowered you down to the ground. He had to give you a bit of a shake to make you let go but his hand instantly intertwined with yours.

One step at a time you two entered the water all while Chan and Felix held out their arms.

"Come here baby, come to Daddy" Chan beckoned you over.

"Can't Daddy!" You backed into Minho.

"Yes, you can baby! Move your arms just like this" Felix motioned what he wanted you to do. "Then kick your little leggies!"

You followed his instructions and while you were moving slowly, you were moving.

"That's it cubby! Just a bit more!" All the boys cheered as you made your way into Chan's arms.

"Your turn Minho!" Han called out and was instantly met with rejection. Suddenly his torso was wet. When he looked to find the culprit he found a very smitten little staring back.

"It's just a little splash, Noonie!"

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 24 pt 2

anakin x reader

A/N: HELLO MY LOVES!! i am so so sooo sorry for my long ass break- school has been insane; im taking 19 credit hours and have three labs on dif days 😭/ last week my grandpa died and then my car broke down… so it’s been a time. anyways!! im back now for the time being!! i hope you all have been doing well and are excited for the stories to progress!! thank you all for the support and for being so patient w me :)) i love u all

Unexpected guests, a tedious day… how will anakin react?

warnings: cursing, ani is a disabled veteran, ptsd

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There was a knock on the door and Anakin begrudgingly hoisted himself up to go see who it was. 

He opened the door and was met with Ben, Satine, Ash, and their other friend Rex. 

“Surprise!” they said in unison.

You felt a wave of anxiety- you knew Anakin wasn’t fond of surprises (look how he reacted to your pregnancy!) But you also understood the gesture everyone wanted to make. 

“Happy Birthday Skyguy!” Ahsoka exclaimed once Anakin stepped aside to allow them inside. 

“It was Ahsoka’s idea by the way” Ben said to Anakin as he patted him on the shoulder.

“Look, you wouldn’t have let us celebrate if we asked- and if we planned something you wouldn’t come. So this was the only choice!” Ahsoka defended in a mock-sad voice. 

Anakin seemed perplexed- almost frustrated, so you were ready to be on damage control once he finally responded. 

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it”

Huh?

“Not what I was expecting, but I'll take it!” Ash exclaimed. 

“Wow Anakin, that's some real character development” Rex joked as he placed the chocolate cake on the counter. 

“Yea” Anakin blushed. 

“y/n” Ben greeted, “how are you doing my dear? Is the baby doing well?”.

“Hey Ben! We’re both doing just fine, except that this little one has decided that around midnight is the best time to start kicking” you joked (it really was a pain though; you weren’t getting good sleep at all). 

“And is Skyguy tending to your needs kindly?” Ahsoka added with an arched brow. 

“Yes, Ani has been so sweet; making me weird combinations to satisfy my cravings” you laughed, rubbing his back. 

“Of course,” he said back, eyes full of sincerity. 

“Damn, y/n. He must really like you because he hates cooking. When we bunked together, I had to bribe him to make me a PB & J” Rex added with a boisterous laugh. 

“I never said I didn’t like to cook, maybe I just didn’t like to cook when it was for you” Anakin quipped back. 

“Look at you Sky guy! Being a good boyfriend and all '' Ahsoka joked. 

You and Anakin hadn’t really talked about what the relationship officially was since the fight; it just never really came up. But hearing him being referred to as your boyfriend again made your heart skip a beat. 

“Is this everyone?” you asked Ben as Ahsoka and Rex continued joking with anakin.

“Yes, we didn’t want to overwhelm him, plus the last time we did a surprise thing with a bunch of our friends, he wasn’t thrilled” Ben chuckled. 

You, Ben, and Satine stayed on the side line and observed the other’s banter. You couldn’t help the soft smile that found its way onto your face as you watched his eyes crinkled when he laughed. 

Satine noticed your adoring gaze and nudged Ben’s shoulder; she nodded her head towards you and the pair smiled. 

Ben gave his Fiance a look and she nodded. 

“You really do care for him, don't you?” 

Ben’s voice grabbed your attention from Anakin.

Of course you did, but you didn't want to sound childish and too forgiving to Satine and Ben. 

“Yea” you tilted your head to the side and sighed, “I do. I know he has his flaws but so do I”.

The pair listened intently, “I know some may see me as too forgiving, but I believe Anakin is a good man. A man deserving of love; love that I want to give him.”

“Maybe some of my optimism is the baby, but I wholeheartedly believe that we would still be as happy as how we were before, if I never got pregnant”. You explained, placing a gentle hand over your stomach. 

“Do you think that’s naive of me?” you asked worriedly.

Ben scratched his beard in contemplation and Satine shook her head. 

“I do not think you are naive for having hope in the person you love.” her smooth voice assured you. 

“I have known Anakin for many years and rarely have I witnessed him care for another as he does for you.” Ben added.

“Of course, he loved Padme at a time, but even when they were in the prime of their relationship, he never really actively bettered himself. They would get into little spats over repetitive things that Anakin promised he would fix, but his resolutions never really stuck.”

“Though…” Satine interjected, “I do see a change in his nature since you’ve been with him”. 

In that moment you locked eyes with Anakin across the room and he winked at you; no matter how long you’d been together, he never failed to make you blush. 

You turned back around and smiled to the couple, “Thank you, that really means the world”. 

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“Alright, everyone! We’re gonna light the candles!” Ahsoka shouted with a jovial tone. 

Everyone headed towards the kitchen and gathered around the counter; Anakin was already standing by the cake (which looked quite scrumptious), so you walked up beside him and gave him a small side hug. 

“Hey princess” he smiled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Everyone was still chatting amongst themselves and Ahsoka was looking for the lighter she unfortunately misplaced, so no one noticed Anakin wrap around a gloved hand to lightly squeeze your ass. Your eyes widened and you pinched his side lightly, making him let out a small laugh. 

“Found it!” Ahsoka exclaimed, excitedly holding her beat up lighter. 

“You coulda, just asked me for mine, y’know?” Rex offered.

“Why didn’t you offer it when I was ripping my bag apart?” Ahsoka sighed, fakely annoyed.

Everyone laughed before Ahsoka opened the cake box and lit the lighter. 

“Alright, Skyguy! This is your moment, better wish for something good“.

“Don’t worry Snipps, I’ve got it ready” he joked, pointing to his head. 

“Alrighty” she said with a sing-songy voice before lighting the candles.

Rex started the “happy birthday” song and everyone joined in to celebrate the man in the middle. 

Anakin blushed ever so slightly before giving his cunning smirk and gently blowing out the candles in single blow. 

Everyone cheered and Ben handed him a knife to make the first slice. Anakin’s hand slowly gripped around the hilt of the knife before he brought it down into the soft top layer of icing. After the pieces were distributed, everyone found somewhere to sit and began conversing with whoever was close by.

Anakin sat in his normal spot on his sofa and you invited yourself to the seat beside him after he nodded you over. 

You sighed as you sat on the plush couch; the weight of the baby was really getting to you so it felt nice to be off of your feet for a moment. Anakin set his plate down onto the end table to his left, then promptly draped his stiff arm over your shoulders to draw you closer. 

“Hi” you smiled, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hi” he smiled back, leaning in to gently kiss you. 

The two of you sat quietly for a moment just observing the others.

“What did you wish for?” you eventually said.

Anakin sighed and began to speak, “Well, I-”

You gently (but quickly) placed your hand over his mouth, making him confused.

“wha-?”

“Shh, shh It was a test!” you giggled. “Don’t ya know that if you tell your wishes, they won’t come true” you smiled.

He rolled his blue eyes with a smile and playfully obliged, “alright, if you say so. But it better come true, now that you said that” he winked.

“I’m sure it will, the birthday wish is a sacred tradition” you joked as you batted your lashes at him. 

“Of course it is,” he playfully responded. 

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The party continued until Rex realized he had to be at work in 5 hours; Anakin thanked everyone and they all left with wide smiles. THankfully there wasn’t much of a mess, so all you had to do was put the leftover cake in the fridge. 

Once everything was taken care of, you took a seat on the couch next to Anakin once again. You leaned into his chest and ran your fingers through his sandy locks. 

“I didn’t think you would be this thrilled by a surprise” you said after a few moments of silence.. 

He grabbed his soda and drank some before speaking, “Well with all that’s going on- who’s to say I’ll get another one of these?”.

His grim reminder made your stomach drop. The macabre threat of Anakin’s eventual death always hung over your head, but the joyous events and lifted spirits of the evening must have kicked it to the back burner for a moment. 

You bit your lip and leaned over to embrace him. 

The two of you sat there for a while until you felt droplets landing on your shoulder. You pulled away to see Anakin’s blue eyes filled with a sea of sorrow. 

“Oh, Ani…” you sighed, pulling him into your chest.

“I’m scared, y/n”.

You had nothing to say because you were just as scared; so instead you held him as tightly as you could. 

***

a/n: RAHH sorry again for being gone for so long 😭😭 but i hope this chapter still is as enticing as the others!!

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[shadooper]

Hey guys, things are going really bad.

Here's my life update:

So as many of you know my Mom moved down to Florida with her very serious long term boyfriend. He bought the house down here so they could go to Disney together. I had to come with since I cant live alone and couldn't really make money to rent with someone.

Fast forward a bit and my mom loses her job and is suffering from a very long menopause. So things get a bit more stressful. She has no health insurance either. My mom's bf also seems to be less happy about life in general.

In October/November, while my partner was visiting from the UK, my mom's bf decides to break up with her. He establishes he won't kick her out and still wants to be friends, but this wrecks my mom. Her whole idea of what her life would be is destroyed.

She slips into a horrible depression, especially since she soon finds out he got a new gf so quickly after. Just a few weeks ago now she had to visit facility after a very very bad breakdown. Luckily she got some much needed medication. Her ex promises to help and sits down with me and sperately with mom and very genuinely tells us how he's on our side.

Just a few days ago he does something insane. He brings over his new gf, 3 days after my mom left the hospital btw, with no notice. He wanted them to meet to help mom move on or something??? Either way its going as well as it can until mom needs to get her meds from the bedroom that she is still sharing with her ex. The girl goes off on mom for trying to get between them (this apprently was lead up to by us making "a lot of noise on purpose", we were doing the DISHES).

My mom is crying as her ex and this girl procees to have INTERCOURSE in the bed my mom sleeps in and on her blankets while me and my mom are in the house with no way to leave cuz he owns the car and moms shoes are in the room.

After all this mom is furious of course but her ex still doesn't understand "what happened".

We need to get put of this house but we have three cats , mom has bad credit, and no money and I'm disabled. I'm terrified and betrayed by someone I thought I trusted. I dont know what to do.

I might need to ask yall for help with this by starting a fundraiser or something im not sure.

So if anyone is looking for room mates on the east coast let me know please.

(I'm sorry for such a large stressful dump.)

[clonerightsagenda]

HDM 3 & 4!

Episode 3:

me watching Mrs. Coulter ransack a university library while demanding "find me something heretical or illegal" wow haha it's just like being at work

"tired old men talking about tired old things" How much of breaking Jordan's scholastic sanctuary is revenge for the fact that they won't let women like her in? If you can't beat them, tear them down.

Tony's mumbled excuses about how he found Lyra are so on point for 'kid who does not want his mom finding out about his vigilante justice escapades'

Loving the running gag of Boreal going to our world and finding his car ticketed/booted. He doesn't even know what the boot is

Oh wow, we're getting our first look at Will now? As well as backstory on why his family is getting harassed, and we dropped the bomb of John Parry = Grumman already, even though that's a late book 2 reveal. Interesting choice. My guess would be that they want to spend less time in season 2 on stringing that mystery along and more on developing Will and Lyra's dynamic, since they shift into bffsies mode pretty abruptly.

Mrs. Coulter thinking about falling off high places again... I don't recall the implication of this self-destructive impulse in the books (haven't reread the third yet) but this is certainly setting up her death, huh? Whose idea was it, I don't remember....

Also, her calling Benjamin "boy" multiple times even though he's clearly a grown man - does that have the same racist implications in the UK as it does in America? It certainly shocked me. We hadn't really seen a racial undertone in how she's dealt with Boreal, the Master, or the reporter...

Episode 4

Of course they added Lee singing a song lol. If you paid all the money for LMM...

They took away Farder Coram's disability? He's older, sure, but seems perfectly hale and hearty. I'd make a joke about Lyra just thinking someone is tragically disabled due to being 60+ but the books say his health got wrecked after getting hit by a poison arrow. There is that other gyptian with the limb differences, I suppose.

Iorek is pronounced Yorick??? Oh wow I've been doing Eye-or-eck (like neck) for years.

I can't identify the accent Iorek has, but I'd be curious as to what accent the showrunners decided bears should have. I'd assume something Northern European since we're in Fantasy Scandinavia.

Mrs. Coulter has been violent toward her daemon a few times, which I also don't recall from the books, although it comes up with that one guy in the prequels. It emphasizes her internal conflict that they're setting up super hard.

Lee's far more comic relief in the show, and they've padded out the Iorek armor quest quite a bit. Guess they decided they needed to get their money's worth out of having Lin Manuel Miranda around before he dies and gets eaten.

They didn't make Serafina's daemon a goose??? Slander!!!

Lord Boreal homophobia moment... These have been the Bigotry Episodes

So I get why they have Lyra speak up to convince the gyptians in the previous episode and take the initiative re: Lee and Iorek - it makes the MC a more active rather than reactive protagonist, etc. - but I said while liveblogging the books that I appreciated the gyptians clearly have their own plans and aren't just convenient brown people who exist to ferry the protag on her journey, and this undercuts it a little bit. Also being a kid getting helplessly buffeted around by the machinations of adults is part of what Lyra has to deal with.

I'm still reading it as Eye-or-eck in my head as I type this. Sorry. It's too late for me.

[survivalist-anon]

Log 22: Tools of the Trade

While the others were being prepared for their battle against El Nino; Wick, Moors and Tulio were headed back to Gus' bunker for extra help.

Driving out into the desert range, it was a race against time, the team weren't sure what was to happen, but they had to react quickly.

For it could already be too late.

"Gus should have some idea how to break into the place. Based on my readings, the facility is six stories deep. Something tells me it ain't for the public either, also.....they mentioned something about this "El Nino" guy, something tells me he's the main attraction to whomever is behind all this", Moors explained.

"Wait, I thought El Nino's fights were at South Point, how the hell could he not be for the public? I see his ads all the time.", Tulio asked as he was looking around the back of the truck, wondering why would they need so much tech.

Wick had been formulating what...or ...who El'Nino was. He was nearly unconscious when he had heard of this name, but he had heard it being muttered by the mystery buyer. "There's a likely chance it's an actor. One for the public, one for the intended audience.".

Tulio was putting two and two together, "oooooh like some illegal fighting ring? Oh that makes sense, back in Mexico city a few years back, Lucha Libre was banned for some time, it when underground and became an illegal fighting competition. Then after it had gotten popular again, it wasn't banned anymore.".

"hmmm ....I'm not sure if it's like that, but it's definitely underground.", Moors stops the truck at the same abandoned gas pump, rolled down his window to clown. "Gus! You there buddy?".

The intercom turned on with a sputtering crackle, "Welcome back to Gassy Gus's Gas Pump! I'll be right there!", as the intercom turned off, Gus happily hobbled out of the men's room this time. "Well by Orson Welles! Moors you're back! How'd it go?", giving gleeful bangs on the sides of truck. "Eh funny, you got enough gas?".

"Gus! We need some of your.... experience....you still have that drilling equipment?", Moors asked with a sly grin.

Gus' face stretched into a manic smile, "OOOH BOY HOWDY I DO, where too.", Moors in the past has employed Gus for a verity of covert excavation projects, considering one of the best types of jobs Gus had in his youth was a coal miner and a non-certified geologist. "Oooooh I can smell the iron rich, quartz deposits already.", rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Now Gus, we need the big guns. We have no idea what could be down in this place. I recon it's security is in-between government level and that Security Containm-", Gus sticks his hand out.

"Say no more! Now let me gather the gear and get coordinates and pinpoint the best spot!", Moors was more then welcome to oblige to giving Gus some of the information from last night.

Wick, getting understandably impatient, decided to go up to the front seat and talk to Gus himself, "Excuse me G-", Wick peered out from Moors' side, as he showed his face Gus pointed at him in surprise.

"Gah! Moors I didn't know you knew the Grey from Sector 17-M! It's a pleasure to finally welcome you to Earth great ones!", Gus bowed in a Y stance.

Moors wasn't too surprised about this and turned to Wick, expressionless and confused. "Ugh oh yeah I never told you Gus is a "Intergalactic Enthusiast", he loves anything from ugh...outer space...he thinks your this thing.", he takes out one of his car key charms and shows a little iconic black eyed, green alien.

Wick, looking at the charm with absolute apathy, "....he thinks I'm a Xenos?", he looks to Moors giving an awkward smile.

"yeah, just please go with it.", continuing the smile.

"Fine, Gus we genuinely need to hasten this mission. There is not just our comrades, but another civilian likely involved. We need to be careful and swift, for this could spell disaster for her.", Wick looked at him sternly.

Gus looked back at Wick, "...her?", and gave a hard salute, "Than I shall help rescue your mate too!", Moors was doing everything in his power to hold back the laughter while Wick had shown some semblance of color to his usually pale complexion with a flooded blush for the first time in his life.

"Well no time to waste! Come on down to my secret abode!", he ran back into the men's room, activating a secret underground ramp to his own abandoned government bunker.

"Hehehe, you're all going to love this.", Moors chuckled.

Tulio, who has been watching this from the back of the truck, was astounding. "Wick? You're an alien? I thought you did like...body mods or something.", he asked gingerly, only realizing the insane reality of this situation.

"..... we're from 'outspace', but we're not 'aliens'... we're just as human as you are.", Wick answered begrudgingly.

Tulio for the first time actually took a good hard look at Wick and Moors, contemplating what Wick has said, "well....you guys seem alot more of something else. Most people don't look like you guys.", he hesitantly spoke.

Those words stuck with the two marines, Tulio was not wrong to say what he said, his observation wasn't inaccurate either. Giving in considering that Sleen had at some point called the others 'Steers', and all the stares from strangers where ever they went. It was clear as Astartes, they were much more then men, they were something else alongside that 'man', something mortals on Earth do not consider normal to their standards.

Whether it is something to marvel, or something to exploit....is completely dependent on the situation.

Slowly driving down the ramp, lights started to illuminate the runway, showing a set of dusty, unused military jeeps.

As they parked the car, Tulio and Wick stepped out from the back truck.

"Hold it!", Gus croaked. He took out a lead pipe with wires and a light attached to it, waved around Tulio and Wick. "Hmmm.....gramifier is not picking anything up. Good.", he than takes out a gypsum rod. Waving it around. "Vibes check out". Gives a stern look at both, then a bright smile. "Welcome, to Casa de Gus! Where the finest of equipment can be hehe, redistributed for any intergalactic purposes!".

Tulio was a bit stunned at all of this, "ay... gringo loco.". He quietly grumbled to himself.

The four walked down to a large hanger full of hi tech government issued weaponry, vehicles, Gus's collection of space memorabilia, one rocket booster that had been unceremoniously removed from a crash site, and a small living space for Gus.

"Bruh, you call this a bunker?! This is like, a secret lair or something. Are you like...an ex-fed or something?", Tulio looked around in amazement.

Moors was browsing for anything new Gus could have taken in the recent decade, "hmmm ...Gus, where did you get this?", pointing at a very suspicious container with a familiar label that was commonly found on much of Fort Dorn's stolen vehicles.

Gus jingled his way to Moors, "hmmm....oh yes, got this baby back in '09, those secret organization guys again....they were chasing the running headlights I told you 'bout. You know...the ones with legs.", Gus was referring to the rumors of unknown creature with what people have claimed is one large luminous eye, mimicking a car headlight. Obviously, Moors didn't believe in such creatures.

"oh...you do realize they probably want this thing back right?", Moors warns him.

"...hmmm...nah I'll keep it, anyway! Here's what y'all need!", Gus leads the trio to a large shelf of items, "I hope y'all brought your armor too. Some of these additions will be perfect! Drills, disrupter signals, the ever important rubber duck and this!", Gus picks up what looks like a small speaker, "I call it, the "Siren", play this lil'beaut and it will blast someone's ear drums.".

Wick was examining some of the items, most of which were stolen from the Government, others likely from experimental labs, "....we will likely only need to break in...have heavy cover and a distraction....Tulio, you will be on integral part of this mission.", he turned to Tulio with confidence.

Tulio, although way in over his head in this situation, was more than happy to assist. "You can count on me homes.", he says with a grin.

"well, I'm not certain if I'll need.my armor, speaking of which where's your armor Wick? I doubt you took a flight here....", Moors asked.

Wick had nearly forgotten about his armor, he had left it at the Air Force hanger near the city. "....oh...Moors, thanks for reminding me.....how about we also get these bottom feeders in a....predicament with the government?", he looked at Moors.

"I mean we can, but I'm certain they'll track us down.", Moors responded.

Gus chuckled a little, "nah, I have the tools of the trade, I know a few whistle blowers who will do a fine job at diverting attention away from y'all."

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

In the underground holding facility, the others were contemplating their escape. Meanwhile, Sten was pawing this "Big Joe", for more information.

"Big Joe, I am curious as to how long have you been here....it must have been for some time I assume?", although there was no point in looking up at the ceiling of his cell, it was better than activating the bars.

"yeah, I've been for a bit. Funny enough, this is the second time I've been trapped here....the first place really bummed me out.", Joe's cadence was more casual than most of the other Astartes. His diction even felt like it was loosened.

Tilting his head, he wondered what was he referring to, "....was it another government facility?", he didn't know if this Joe was another psyker like him. So he did not want to force himself into his mind.

"Yeah, but this place was WAY more lock tight. Imagine being treated like an animal that can talk or something....they did some weird tests. At first I didn't understand what they were saying, than they thought me to speak their dialect of Gothic, then English....that's where things got interesting....there so many interviews and questions.... medical examinations.....then....they started to send these orange cladded fellows with weapons.... obviously I killed them...it's not like I was going to let them get the upper hand....than....I met one of their scientists....what a doll......miss her a lot really...", Joe reminisced on that thought for a while. "...we sort of began meeting secretly...til they cought us. I never her saw again after that ....but it's weird because I could tell she was still there! She was still in that place, but something about her biological began to change, I could smell it. Lucky for me the place wasn't completely airtight. It was all that kept me going for a little....than.... something happened...", he stopped for a few seconds.

It was clear to Sten something about Joe's story felt empty, it seems Joe hadn't disclosed one important detail. "...What Chapter do you belong to, Joe?".

There was a pregnant pause, something that Sten had become wary of.

".......why.", Joe replied dryly.

"You should be comfortable with tell us....", while Sten remarked, he had felt that there was something he could do to find out for himself, specifically on his belt.

His belt buckle was a wide, military standard, silver colored buckle. He quietly took it off to shine it as much as he could, the reflection wasn't perfect, but it would suffice.

He stuck the buckle at an angle that Joe wouldn't notice, he could see that Joe wasn't wearing any armor, he had his back turned facing a mirror, his back not only had scars from previous fights in the facility, but also telltale signs of medical experimentation. Joe hadn't noticed the small mirror in the corner of cell peaking.

Unfortunately, someone else had. On the other side of the holding blocks, a security room was watching the Marines in the holding cell.

The security guard lazily sees Sten holding something. "Oh geez, I'm gonna have to take that from him aren't I...", he lumbered out of his seat and headed straight to the cells.

"Hey! You there! Whats you got there!?", the security guard casually pointed his gun at Sten, he knew that conventional bullets wouldn't actually hurt these guys. It was comparable to rubber bullets.

Joe had turned around out of curiosity, Sten could see Joe's face for the first time.

He had a large scar across his neck, as if something big had attempted to bite down. Dark brown hair, closer to black than it was brown. And crimson red eyes.

"Hmm...", Sten drank in as much of the visage as possible.

"HEY! Beardo! Quit that!", the guard took out a cattle prod and stuck right into Sten's arm.

A strong shock flowed through his shoulders, "RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!", what sounded like a roar reverberated.

The chaos Marines on the opposite side aroused with excitement. Hollering and growling.

"Sten! What's happening?!", Cahrilo shout, "HEY knock it off!".

The guard has held his position and completely ignored them. Suddenly, Joe reached out, grabbed the guard by the arm.... crushing his forearm in the process. Lifted him to the bars.

Electrocuting him as Joe pulled the guard into the bars.

The screams echoed, the chaos Marines cheering.

The cattle prod had fell on the floor, thinking quickly, Sten recovered what he had left of the shock to quickly get the prod.

Hiding it in his pants.

Joe dropped the guard's corpse, and went on with what he was doing. "You better behave now bud. Or you'll end up like you friend over there.", referring to Bilhard.

Sten quickly got up.

As the foot steps of the other guards come in, pointing their guns at the Marines. One of the guards, likely a mercenary, looked out at the partly chared corpse. "Uuugh, looks like Quincy finally got cocky. Clean it up before the boss gets here. Alright which one of you guys did it?"

The lack of empathy for his fallen comrade was a surprise to the others, he had acted like as if this was a regular occurrence.

"come on guys .....be honest or I'm checking the cameras....and the "buzzer" is in the camera room....yah honestly want to shock you guys or be good boys and say what happened...", the guard instructed callously. "I'm not mad, but my boss will be."

Sten had looked over his shoulder, hoping the guards hadn't seen him steal the prod.

"Ugh it was me Frank.", Joe loomed over the guard in the cell above. "My buddy down here wanted to shake hands, I was about to than the guard just came over.... probably jumped the gun....it self defense on my comrade's behalf.", Joe gave an innocent grin.

The guard looked over at the corpse, than to Sten. "Hmf...fine I'll bite.....I don't want no funny business you hears?", he turned away and helped the other guards clean up the body.

The others were stunned, Toke looked at them drag the body to the other side of the room.

"Which one of you sick bastards wants him?", he banged on one of the cells.

The chaos Marines all began to fight over who got the corpse. Gnashing and attempting to claw at the corpse. No matter how pointless it was.

"YOUR COMRADE JUST DIED. You're just going to feed his body to the corrupted lot?", Toke protested to the guard.

The guard looked back at Toke, "Look, it's not we actually want to be here....yous honestly think we would have taken this shit job for shit pay? Naw, it's too much money to pass up....", he looked to one of the Black Legion Marines, since that one hadn't begged for his food he could have the corpse. As the guard used a code to heavily magnetize the chains on the marine's legs and wrists, more signifying to simply step back for the sake of animalistic obedience, he dragged his coworker's body to the middle, closed the cell behind him and watched as the chaos marine viciously tore into the chest of the corpses, stuffing chunks into his face, chest and pauldron.

".....yet it always feels like it ain't enough money in the world to get someone for tolerate this...."

End of log 22

@kit-williams @barn-anon @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @walking-natural-disaster @starfrost740 @squishyowl @sleepyfan-blog @lawnchair86

[pixelated-furry-drama]

it's been a while since my last update, but many things have been happening.

late one night, i saw tom pondering once again, as he does most nights.

i decided that i needed to find out once and for all how much evidence he has on our case. so i made a plan to enter his home the next night.

however i didn't account for him breaking his routine, he was home that night and i didn't know it. what i saw in his home changed everything for me.

tom isn't just any ordinary private investigator. he's obsessed. and he has eyes all over the island. this is definitely against many privacy laws, and i don't know how he even managed to install this many cameras without anyone catching him in the act.

under normal circumstances, he would have heard me enter, but i don't think he did. far too invested in his files to notice me picking the lock and entering. at least that's what i thought, but the morning after he gave me a sinister gift.

he knows i know.

while at work that day, my mind was occupied by this "tom foolery". i'm using humor to cope here. but then it happened. for the first time, hippeux spoke to me. he wanted to interview me. and i decided in that moment, i was done. i wanted this to be over. our lives would never be the same, but i just had to do it. i said yes to the interview.

i got to go his personal office, much homier than a standard interrogation room. is that legal? i have no idea. but there, i told him everything. i told him everything i knew, every last detail. should i have asked for a lawyer to be present? yes. but i was too relieved to get everything off my chest. i feel bad snitching on the others, but it's not just their lives being turned upside down, it's also my own. and i've increadingly been feeling like i'm in danger around reneigh. she's no longer the same person she was before she came to this island.

for example, one day she ran up behind me while i was getting the mail and it honestly scared the hell out of me.

it wasn't anything nefarious she wanted, but it was the final wake up call to the fact that i'm scared of her. i no longer trust my best friend.

i'm writing this in the police car as i'm being taken to jail right now. i'm surprised he didn't take my phone immediately, but i'm sure i'll loose it once i get there. i can only hope sasha will bail me out, because i'm sure reneigh and rudy will also be jailed soon as well.

[ruppcake]

I know this might be a bit specific but can I request… Bob x a small (and seemingly normal) scrawny reader, who turns out to also be a skilled killer. Maybe they’d meet one night while Bob was out hunting, and found them walking alone. But once he pounces, the little morsel is quick to react, pulling out their own knife… and so on and so forth.

Bob Velseb x Small! Reader

sorry this took me a while to send out! thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

Note: (y/n) = your name, (y/f/n) = your first name, (y/l/n) = your last name, (y/nn) = your nickname

{your pov}

You were getting ready to go out on Halloween night. Thinking about a late night walk sounded great to you. Gathering some essentials into a bag before heading out the door to start on your little journey out to town and possibly the woods afterwards. As you were walking to town you felt eyes on you which caused you to look around every now and then. The feeling starts getting stronger while you continue walking. Your anxiety started to get to you as you kept walking. Once you got closer to the town, the feeling stopped making you finally relaxed. Walking further into the town you see kids running around with costumes, getting candy, and playing games with each other. Usual kids stuff on this certain night. You walked along the sidewalk looking around the town then walking into a store to get a drink and maybe some snacks too.

{Bob’s pov}

Bob escaped from prison and was now walking through the woods on his way home. As he was walking he heard footsteps and stopped looking around before laying his eyes on someone walking by themselves down the road. He watched them from the trees and bushes in the forest. Bob would hide whenever they looked around for anyone around. They can sense him staring at them. As they continued walking, Bob followed curiously wondering what they were up to before engaging them. He noticed their anxiety was rising as they continued walking. That got him a little excited knowing he was causing fear. It made him a little hungry too. He got lost with how hungry he was, forgetting that he was heading home after breaking out of prison. Bob saw you getting closer to town so he decided to leave you be, for now of course. He headed towards the direction of where his house is located. ‘Hopefully i’ll be able to catch them later on tonight’ Bob thought to himself while salivating over the thought of what different kinds of meals he could make out of you. He needed to hurry up and get home so he could start hunting for food. Once he got to the steps of his house, he looked around taking a deep breath before entering his house for the first time in a while.

{your pov}

You got out of the store with your goodies before continuing your journey through the town. As you walk down the street, you hear two cops sitting in their squad car talking. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying until you got closer to the parked car. “Do you have any idea on how we would be able to catch him?”Jack said, looking over to John nervously. John sighs, lighting his cigarette before speaking. “We checked his house but there was no trace of him there unless there is some kind of safe house he has for when he's on the run or something along those lines. Whichever, we just need to keep our eyes open for Bob before anyone else gets killed.” John replied, looking around the area before blowing out some smoke after taking a drag of it. “That Velseb guy gives me the creeps. I hope we can find an put him away as soon as possible then we could probably focus on that other killer we can never find anywhere.” Jack starts the car before starting down the road. You froze at the name once you heard it. ‘Bob Velseb? That red demon guy who’s a cannibal? He broke out of prison???’ you thought to yourself as your anxiety started to rise again. You looked around before trying to calm yourself down then continued on walking. ‘Maybe walking in the woods tonight is not a good idea. I should probably just walk around here for a bit then go home. Wonder if any of my friends would be able to take me home afterwards or at least walk with me back to my house and spend the night.’ You sensed someone walking behind you and figured it was just a regular person until the feeling you had of eyes watching you from earlier came back. You were starting to get a little bit on edge.

{Bob’s pov}

When got into his house he found his red sweater, mask, face paint, devil horns, and his belt with his knives on it still sitting in the box he put all that in before going to prison. He got ready for a night of hunting then headed out to go find some victims. Bob got to the town and was hiding in the alleyways and shadows so no one could really see him. Especially the cops who were close to being on his trail a few times since he broke out. He stayed against a wall to hide from the police sitting in the car on the road. Bob leaned a little trying to hear what they were talking about until he looked over seeing you walking out of the store. His grin widened at the sight of seeing you again. He was planning on trying to find you again but he didn't think it would be this easy. Bob went back further into the alley way so he wouldn’t get spotted by you which would also alert the cops as well. He hid behind an old dumpster so he wouldn’t be seen waiting for you to walk past and for the cops to leave so he can engage his prey. Bob watched as you stopped in your tracks from what the cops were talking about before they drove off. He quietly chuckled to himself at how worried you looked about what you heard then trying to calm yourself down looking around and continuing down the street. As you resumed walking down the street he started to come out of the alleyway following closer behind. He pulled out a knife getting himself ready to strike at his first victim. Bob went to stab his victim in the back until he was stopped by something

{your pov}

As you were walking, getting that uneasy feeling you had earlier coming back, you reached for your pocket knife that was in your jacket pocket. You sensed whoever was behind you coming closer. You got ready to defend yourself. As your attacker was closing in, you turned around grabbing their arm and pulling out your pocket knife ready to attack as well but your heart dropped when you saw it was the guy the cops were talking about earlier. You stood there trying not to show fear so he would think that you’re intimidated by him. He just looked at you shocked, pulling his arm away from you. You backed away a bit. He looks at you and chuckles to himself. “Well I sure didn’t expect that from ya at all.” Bob said lowering his knife and so did you. You were confused but still staying alert just in case he did anything. You sighed and relaxed your body a bit. “To be honest, from one killer to another, you gave me quite a scare. I figured you would have killed me earlier when I was on my way to town” you responded by putting your hood down and looking at Bob. He stood still staring at you finally getting a good look at you. “Now hold on just a second.

Ya mean to tell me that ya knew that was me in the woods?” Bob stood there for a minute before continuing on realizing something. “Now wait. Aren’t ya that new killer I’ve been hearing about?” You chuckled to yourself before nodding. Bob got big eyed putting his knife away. You hesitantly put yours away as well. He cleared his throat looking away for a minute before continuing to talk. “So…uh…What are ya doing walking all by yerself?” “I was just going for a walk since I was bored in my house.” Bob nodded and looked around to see if anyone was near. “We should probably go somewhere else so we don’t get spotted by anyone” You go into the alleyway with him following behind you. He leans against the wall looking out at the street. “So you’re the infamous Bob Velseb? The cannibalistic killer who dresses as a red devil.” You said looking in his direction before going into your bag to get something. Bob sighs, smiling a bit. “Yea, that would be me. My question is who might ya be? I’ve only heard a little bit about ya so i’m a little curious” You pulled out a water bottle taking a sip from it before answering Bob. “My names (y/f/n)(y/l/n) also known as (y/nn).” You put your water bottle back in your bag before putting it back on your shoulders.

He nodded, humming as a response to what you told him. You both talked for a little while about facts about each other and making some jokes before you decided to leave Bob to do his 'activities'. “Well I should probably get going. Don’t want to keep you from what your original plans were for tonight.” You got off the wall ready to head out until Bob steps in front of you. “Hold on before you leave, let me ask you something.” You looked at him, giving him a simple nod in response. He hummed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Will I be seeing ya around more? I find ya quite interesting and would like to get to know ya more.” You sighed, chuckling to yourself and smirked up at him. “Yea you will. I mean you probably know where I live since you were following me in the woods earlier. Stop by anytime when you want to of course. See you around, Devil man.” You walked past him and continued down the street. “Ya bet, (y/nn)!” Bob watched you smiling to himself before he started walking the other direction.

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it! Again sorry it took me a while! 😅😊

[sugalaritae]

the safety zone (jhs) 1/?

summary: it's been exactly 15 years since you saw jung hoseok, your brother's high school best friend and the one who's virginity you took; you don't expect to have anything in common with him least of all a list of things like: living in the same city, enjoying sex (some might say a little too much... judgemental bastards), music, and fashion (amongst so many other things). you definitely don't expect a friendship to bloom or how complicated that friendship could be.

pairing: jung hoseok x f! reader (with background jeon jungkook x the same reader)

genre: the big three: (eventual) smut, fluff, and angst

au: brothers best friend, friends to lovers, based off the movie sleeping with other people, aged up characters (everyone is in their thirties)

rating: 18+

word count: 2.6k

warnings: another fic taking place in canada (this time ontario...which sort of needs a warning), slight mention of anxiety about returning to the town you grew up in, also anxiety over driving, talk of virginity (it's a social construct and absolutely stupid!!), drinking, legal drug use (marijuana), high school reunions (*shudders*), discussion of teenage sex, indigo namjoon and this fucking devastating hoseok

author’s note: oh look griddle has decided to start another drabble series!! this time for our dear jung hoseok because fucking hell i miss him already. i watched sleeping with other people today and i have been wanting to write a hoseok romance (heat waves pt2 is coming don't worry), so this idea slid into my head and then i decided to make it a drabble series and here we are. some of the chapters might just be texting or phone calls, some of it might actually be things that happen, some of them will just be smut (mostly hoseok fucking randos and reader fucking jungkook) i'm sorry for whatever this is. i hope you enjoy it just as much as i do. this is only LIGHTLY edited bc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The road ahead of you is full of small hills. You’re fine with driving up and down them now but you remember what it was like to learn how to drive on these roads; the forest around you on either side, the long road down and then the seemingly longer road upward. It’s surprising how now, even years later, you can feel the slight bubble of anxiety in your chest. You can hear your brother’s voice from the backseat tell you that you’re being stupid for being anxious.

”Nothing is going to happen.”

”You do not know that!”

Still, you check the breaks as you’re going down the first hill and they’re working. So you take a breath and you remind yourself that you’re going to be okay.

You know the anxiety is also there because you’re returning home. For a stupid high school reunion, you can’t really believe that you let Namjoon talk you into this. Fifteen years is actually a stupid number that makes you feel old but still, you’re driving the three hours and you’re going to this stupid thing for at least an hour even if you don’t want to and even if you think it’s the dumbest fucking thing to do on a Saturday night.

Instead of concentrating on the anxiety you concentrate on the road ahead of you and the view that you have from the top of each hill. Slowly the town you grew up in begins to appear closer and closer.

You haven’t missed the town itself but you’ve missed the view.

Your phone beeps and for a brief moment you look down at it hoping that you’ll see a certain name flash across it but it’s only your Namjoon’s name. First a text and then the worst picture of him filling your screen. You press the green button on your car’s console.

“Hey.”

“How far out are you?” he asks.

“Like twenty minutes, why? You said the thing wasn’t starting until seven.”

“It’s not but there’s a few of us that are getting together for supper beforehand and I thought maybe, since you’ve been driving you would be hungry.”

This is your brother, kind and considerate while also being an incredible pain in the ass for dragging you to a place that you swore you would never go back to.

“Who is a few of us? Because I’m not super interested in eating with a bunch of guys that all thought playing on the high school soccer team was the best years of their lives like a fucking Bruce Springsteen song.”

“Springsteen never wrote about soccer players only baseball players.”

You groan, “whatever.”

“It’s a few from the team but I thought you’d want to come because Hobi will be there.”

Hobi. Hoseok Jung, the man who’s virginity you took (who also took yours but that’s irrelevant) the night of your prom night. The man who you left still sleeping in the hotel room he had paid for before you flew across the country to study art history. The man who you haven’t spoken to since that night.

Even though, sometimes, you still masturbate to the thought of him. Fifteen years later.

“Hello?? You still there.”

Your brother does not know that there was ever a you and Hobi and you hope that he never will. He’s not protective, just one of those things that you would rather keep to yourself because Namjoon has never really been great at not involving himself in your life (that goes two ways but again, not relevant).

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I’ll come. However, I want it on record that I’m still pissed off you convinced me to come to this thing.”

You hear him clear his throat as he puts on what you like to refer to as his professional voice, “Noted.”

“Thank you. Can I at least shower and change before I meet up with you guys?”

“Umma has your room ready and waiting.”

You sigh, “that’s the only good thing about this whole weekend, Umma and Appa.”

You miss dinner with Namjoon and his friends mostly because you don’t want to visit a restaurant that had been your regular hangout spot when you were a teenager, and you missed your father’s cooking; but now you regret it because instead of being in one of Namjoon’s friend’s car you are in being driven by your father to the school that you had sworn you would never return to. The whole situation makes you feel like a teen again. Well, except that you are dressed better than you had ever imagined you would be at 34.

“Have fun tonight. If you and Joon need a ride home because you’ve had too much to drink don’t be scared to wake Umma and I,” your father said with a smile on his face.

The whole situation is surreal and you laugh a little, nodding.

“Appa, if that happens then we’re going to walk home. I’m not going to wake you and umma up especially after she just said that you haven’t been sleeping well.”

Your father shakes his head and brushes the air with his hand.

“Don’t listen to her.”

“Appa!”

He gives you a smile that he shares with Joon as he returns his hand to the steering wheel and nods.

“Have fun,” your father says with a softness in his eyes that make you feel guilty for not coming home to visit more. They’re good people, your parents, and you are the daughter who can’t return home because she’s too busy.

“Thank you, Appa.” you say as you grip the car’s doorhandle.

You open the door and step out into the night air. Walking a few steps before you fix your blazer and wonder if maybe you should have worn a dress instead of a suit. Looking down at your heels you remind yourself that you look like the badass bitch that you are and whisper the mantra that your therapist had told you to say.

“I can do this, I am capable and I can do this,” you whisper feeling just a little ridiculous.

“You can do this,” a deep voice says behind you.

You turn around with a smirk already playing on your face knowing just who will be standing behind you. Sure enough, Hoseok Jung stands in front of you, one hand in his trouser pocket while the other one holds a joint and you watch as he brings it to his lips and takes a long toke.

“At least I don’t need drugs to calm me down,” you say and you watch as he meets your smirk with one of his own.

“You sure?” he asks with an arched brow and then holds out the joint and chuckles as you take it carefully.

You take a smaller toke at first but then follow up with another slightly longer one before slowly blowing it out. You’re not entirely sure if you should be concerned you don’t cough because that only means that your lungs are used to it and you don’t really want that.

“How you been?” he asks as you hand back the joint.

“Oh you know… busy.” It’s such a lame answer but it’s all you have. “You?”

He nods in response, then slowly rips off the lit end of the joint and closes off the end before tucking it into his blazer pocket.

“You look good. We missed you at the restaurant,” he says as his gaze lazily drifts over your body an action that makes you feel just that except it italics — good.

“Your shirt is ugly,” you say playfully because you do think it is actually a little hideous even though he’s pulling it off in a way that makes you just a little furious.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “it isn’t though. You like it.”

There’s a buzz already between the two of you and you know that it’s not just the weed. It’s a feeling that has been waiting for fifteen years. It’s mature now, a little more subdued, but still makes you feel excited at the possibilities.

“Come on, let’s go inside. Joon is waiting for us.”

You feel the pressure of his hand on your lower back and you step away from it as you slap at his arm.

“Okay Jung, I think I need a few drinks in me before you get to do that.”

He chuckles again and you’re suddenly aware that it’s not the laugh you remember him having, this one is deeper like it’s coming from his chest instead of his head where the higher, excited laughter you remember came from. You know it’s still there and you hope you get to hear it again. You always liked that laugh of his; it made you feel bright from the inside out like he was pulling happiness through the anxiety and settling all of your teenage hormones.

Hoseok and Namjoon met when all three of you were sixteen years old. Hoseok, a transfer from Vancouver, had joined the soccer team and become instant friends with your twin brother and his soccer buddies. You had hated them a little because they were loud and always kicked you out of the living room to watch bad movies teen-boy movies. Except you got to know them because Namjoon was your other half and you tended to meld your friend groups together.

You hadn’t really noticed Hoseok until the night of your prom, in the school gymnasium, and suddenly it was like you both became aware of the other at the same time. Your eyes locked on the dance floor and half an hour later you were pulled into the darkened hallway and being pushed against a locker as his mouth found yours. You had to pretend that nothing had happened as you all packed into the limousine and while everyone was getting progressively more drunk in one hotel room, Hoseok fumbled with your dress in another.

It should have been more awkward than it was. He was gentle and checked in with you and used his hands more than you thought he would.

“You know Hobi is moving to Toronto next month,” Namjoon says as the three of you walk in the general direction of your parent’s house.

Your system is still processing the mixture of alcohol with the weed even though it’s been three hours and you do not like the feeling that ricochets around your head with each step. Also your feet hurt. Heels are the devil’s creation.

You’re happy to be out in the fresh air though. Everything about the reunion was horrible, even though you only spent time at the table with your old friends, there were people there that you had never wanted to see again let alone make small talk with. You didn’t care how many children they had or how they had married their high school sweetheart.

“Oh? Really?” you ask turning to look at Hobi who is standing between you and your brother.

“Yeah,” he says with a wide grin, his gaze drifting just a little to your lips before he meets your gaze again. “I got a job there and I’m excited I think it will be a nice change from out west.”

You bump his shoulder with yours. “Congratulations. You’re going to have to take my number then because you need to know at least more than Yoongi, and Joon isn’t moving back for another two months.”

“I have other friends there,” Hoseok chuckles.

“No one as cool as me though,” you respond with another shoulder bump.

There’s a comfortable silence that settles over the three of you for a moment before Namjoon perks up and imitates Jessica Brookwood (one of the many annoying blonde girls you had gone to school with, who, at the reunion seemed just a bit too excited to have everyone together again) as he shouts, “OH MY GOD! The four of us all together in Toronto?! It will be just like high school!!”

The three of you burst into laughter and there it is — the laugh that lights you up. You grin wide as you watch Hoseok pause and bend backward as he laughs and gripping Joon’s elbow.

You’re surprised to realize that you missed him.

Your head has finally synced back up with the rest of your body by the time you change out of your suit and into your pajamas. You need water though and so you wander down into the kitchen only to find Hoseok also doing the same thing, except he’s only in boxers and a plain white t-shirt. Namjoon had insisted he stay at your family house instead of at the hotel because he had walked you home and the hotel was five blocks away. Hoseok had agreed but you hadn’t expected to have a run-in with him.

“Hey,” you whisper as you open up the cupboard and grab a glass out from it. “Couldn’t sleep?”

He shakes his head, “cotton mouth.”

He hands you the glass he just filled from the brita jug.

“I haven’t drunk from it, promise.”

“Thanks.”

You settle against the counter as you take a sip and watch him.

“I mean it,” you start as you tap your fingers gently against the glass. “We need to get together. I know some pretty great places to eat.”

He smiles and nods as he puts the water jug back into the fridge.

“I would really like that,” he says softly as he moves to stand in front of you and holds out his glass to you. “To reconnecting.”

“To reconnecting,” you say as you tap your glass gently to his.

That familiar buzz slips between you and up your legs. You know that you could kiss him here, that he could press you against the counter and lift you up onto it so you could wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. You think about how he could slip his fingers into your cotton pajama pants and make you wet; and for a moment you think it might happen until your phone buzzes on the counter beside you breaking the eye contact you shared.

“Goodnight,” he whispers and gives you a nod before he slips out of the kitchen and down toward Joon’s room.

You take a deep breath to centre yourself before you look beside you and grab your phone. This time, the name you had hoped to appear on your screen all night is there.

Jungkook Jeon: Miss you. Can I see you?

Your palms are suddenly sweaty and you take a deep breath trying to calm down the excitement that he’s texted you for the first time instead of the other way around. You hated that you had followed your friend’s advice and had waited for him to text you before you texted him.

You: I’m out of town.

Jungkook Jeon: When are you back, baby? I miss your taste. I fucking miss you under me

You look around the room and listen for any movement that might surprise you, but the house around you is silent.

You: Tomorrow evening.

Jungkook Jeon: Can I see you? Fuck baby! It’s been too long and I need you

You let the mixture of self-loathing and desire you’ve long made friends with back into your chest as you type out your response.

You: I’ve missed you so much Kook. I need you more than you realize.

Jungkook Jeon: Good. Come back to my place before anywhere else

You: Ok!

Jungkook Jeon: Goodnight, baby. I’ll be thinking of you before I fall asleep

You: Tell me what you’re thinking.

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[spnexploration]

Collared part 31

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Sam and Dean are heading off on a hunt.

Warnings: none particularly

Word count: 1.5k

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Part 30 <- -> Part 32

“Do we take her or leave her?” Dean asked Sam in hushed tones, hoping you were still in the shower and wouldn’t walk in on their conversation.

“How’s she going to react if we take her?” Sam replied, equally quietly.

“But we can’t leave her alone, what if she decides to do the ‘best of tour’ with getting blind drunk and high on drugs? Or finds another gun? Or something worse?”

“Can we ask someone to be with her?”

“Cas is busy, he won’t be able to come. And I don’t know if there is anyone else. Plus, is she going to take kindly to being assigned a babysitter? Are they going to be able to calm her down if she panics?”

Sam nodded, “I guess we ask her… We could send someone else after him, but I dunno. This is personal now.”

“Let’s ask her. Bring chocolate…”

---

“I want to come,” you said quietly, but with a sort of determination.

“You are going to have to do exactly what we say, when we say,” Dean said authoritatively. “And I’m not taking you into the action. You will stay at the motel while we go get him. If we can, we’ll truss him up in the boot.”

“You think a car boot is going to hold him?!”

“Devil’s trap, I’ve had the King of Hell in my boot before and no demons were even the wiser about his whereabouts.” Dean looked mighty cocky about this, but you decided to pursue that story another time.

“What’s a Devil’s trap?”

“Magic circle, demons can’t cross it. That’s what the circle in our dungeon is.”

“Is- is the dungeon that room where you had the other demon?”

“Yeah. Point is, he won’t be able to get out of the boot, our special handcuffs, or the dungeon here. And if we can’t get him nicely trussed up, we’ll kill him.”

You shivered. Still, this was what you wanted. Dean had filled you in that Azaneth had been found, and they were going to go hunt him.

And you were going to come. You squared your shoulders and took a calming breath. “Ok then.”

---

“What’s that?” you asked, as Dean approached you with a sponge and a plasticy-looking sheet.

“Anti-possession temporary tattoo. Stops demons hitching a ride in your body.”

“Oh, umm, ok. Does it need to be anywhere in particular?”

“No, but it needs to not get rubbed off or scratched or damaged. If it does, it won’t work anymore. We’ll give you an amulet to wear too, which has the same symbol, but I think redundancy in the system can only help. If you lose one or it gets damaged, still got the other one.”

“Good idea.”

“Maybe we put this somewhere demons aren’t going to see, so they don’t know it’s there to try and mess with it.”

You started to pull off your top, and noticed the tips of his ears going red.

---

You lay on the floor between the boys’ beds. Dean had tried to convince you to sleep in one of the beds, or at least on the couch, but you’d refused. He hadn’t pushed it.

In a lot of ways, you felt the safest you had in a long time, lying between their beds and listening to their breathing. You were scared about Azaneth and scared about being somewhere so free after so much time, but you were also with the powerful hunting duo of the Winchesters. They exuded confidence and skill.

It was interesting watching them in this light. They were different than when they were at home, and you’d only really seen this side of them with the collar on. In fact, they’d probably been acting differently around you on that hunt, trying not to scare you. Plus, you had rather been sprung on them by Cas.

This time, they were the picture of planned precision. They discussed tactics quietly, cleaned a myriad of weapons (you hadn’t realised quite how many terrifying things were in the false bottom of Dean’s car boot), and put their game faces on.

They were pretty terrifying, if you were honest. Trained killers.

But neither of them ever looked at you like that. You weren’t sure if you should be thankful or a little annoyed that they still saw you as something to be protected. Still, their presence was comforting, even when they were driving you insane.

So you took comfort in their deep breaths and quiet snores. You tried to sleep, tried to reassure yourself, tried to get yourself ready for the next day.

But it didn’t work.

You were tense. Terrified. Shaking. Playing out a million possible scenarios in your head. Remembering a million horrible memories. Worried that the brothers wouldn’t come back. Worried that you’d be the reason they risked, and lost, their lives. Worried that they’d turf you out when they saw how much work they had to do because of you. Worried that the world would be worse off because you were the reason the Winchesters were stopped. Worried Azaneth would find you and keep you as his personal toy. Your list of worries could probably wrap about the planet twice over, with lines to spare.

So you stared at the ceiling.

And you worried.

After what did not seem like a long enough period to sleep before a major fight, Dean woke up. He looked in your eyes, that were probably wide and terrified although you tried to hide that from him, and said, “You ok, sweetheart?”

“I’m- I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You had any sleep?”

You shook your head. “You should get back to sleep though, you have a big day ahead.”

“I’m pretty used to getting by on 4 or 5 hours.”

“That can’t be good for you.”

He chuckled, “I’m not sure there’s a lot in my life that is good for me.”

You gave a small, half-hearted smile.

“Do you want to come up here?” he asked quietly. “Or you can have the bed by yourself.”

You shook your head. “I’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll sleep when it’s all over. I’m too worried.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t let him anywhere near you.”

“It’s not just me I’m worried about.”

He gave a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, “Don’t worry about us, this is our bread and butter. We were doing this quite possibly before you were even born.”

You laughed, “How young do you think I am, Winchester?”

He smirked, “Never ask a woman her age.”

---

Sam and Dean had salted the windows and doors of the motel room the instant they’d arrived yesterday, and drawn strange symbols all around the place. There was a big circle under the mat at the door and funny little pictures on a lot of the walls and windows.

Sam was teaching you more than you had ever thought there was to know about demon-proofing a room, “Demons can’t cross salt, but they can try and blow it out of the way. They can’t get out of devil’s trap unless the lines are broken, but they will try and avoid getting in one.”

Dean put an angel blade on the table. “This is a last-ditch resort. If everything goes wrong, you try and stab them. This is for after you’ve tried praying to Cas to get you out, and it should be long after you rang us to say there was a problem, right?” You nodded. They’d already handed you a burner phone and hid another one in the bathroom and a third one under the bedside table. All had been set up with speed dial for the brothers and their friends.

It was both overwhelming and reassuring how diligent they were being with preparations. Your worrying had ramped up, even since the night before.

“Ok, you don’t let anyone in that door,” Dean ordered. The man could’ve been in the military. “You don’t call room service. You don’t let housekeeping in. You stay here and you watch as much TV as you can stomach and you be safe, ok?”

You nodded. “Yes, Dean, I get it.”

He came closer and nudged your chin up to look into his eyes. “Are you feeling like you’re going to try to do something ...unwise?” he asked quietly.

“I’m not going to try and die, Dean.”

“Good. I expect you in the same condition when I get back,” he said with a grin. You smiled weakly, too tense to laugh at his joke. He seemed to understand. He opened his arms for a hug and you gratefully stepped into them. “You will be fine, Bambi. We will be fine. We are going to grab this asshole and end this chapter of your life, ok?”

Sam stepped up for a hug once you’d finished with Dean, “You can call or text us about anything, ok? Anything feels a little tiny bit off, you let us know. But, having said, everything is going to be fine. He doesn’t know where you are. You will be safe here.”You nodded, stepping away from the hug.

The brothers gave one last check over the room, then you, and then stepped to the door. You bit your lip but put on a brave face.

“See ya soon, Bambi,” Dean said, closing the door behind him.

You were alone.

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