#but i got a new shelf set up to put stuff that was laying around the floor on

[theamazingannie]

Fun thing about cleaning my room is I’ll find something I was using like a week ago buried deep under my bed in a pile of old receipts and candy wrappers and then also find something I haven’t seen in MONTHS like right there sitting exposed on the floor

[lovinpelova]

try it out | j. fleming

summary; if jessie likes your hobbies, you should like hers.

🎵 jackie and wilson - hozier

since you were a little kid you've loved lego, it's just common for children to adore it and want as much as possible until they reach a certain age and decide to throw it out instead of letting it grow dusty on their shelves. you were the opposite to other kids, keeping up with the so-called obsession and spending a fair amount of money on it, hating the idea of making new things yourself and opting to stay with the sets lego would release often. your favourite type of lego set to build was the cars, they were just so cute and didn't take up too much of your day, giving you something to focus on and use to calm down in your free time.

jessie loved your adoration of lego. she found it adorable how you'd get excited when you saw a new set you wanted and bought it almost immediately after a moment of contemplation about the price, the canadian knowing you'd always end up getting it anyways. she'd bought you a new lego set for christmas, a massive white porsche 911 that clearly wouldn't have been cheap due to the size, you complained about the inevitable price but she waved you off with the claim of your smile being worth much more when you saw it and thanked her.

now you were finally getting around to building it and would need help no matter how much you hated to admit it. the bigger sets always got the best of you and you'd either do it wrong or be unable to find a piece you needed, so jessie decided to help out. it was going well so far, sitting comfortably on the living room floor as she'd help you put pieces in place and hand you the odd one you were struggling to find, other than that she would sit and watch in awe as you concentrated more than she'd ever seen- even in training you'd never been this focused.

"since i'm helping you with your hobby, would you wanna try one of mine when we've finished this?"

you looked up momentarily to figure out what she meant before going back to pushing the lego pieces together, finally understanding jessie's question.

"as long as it's not hockey or photography, you know how i am with those two."

"don't worry babe, it's neither of them. i was thinking maybe you'd wanna try painting for the first time?"

jessie handed you a lego piece you were struggling to find for the next step, yourself smiling in thanks and leaning over to kiss her cheek softly as you took it out of her hand.

"yeah, why not? i am pretty bad at painting though, just to warn you."

"you're only bad at painting if you're not fully focused. you'll have me to help out too!"

after another couple hours of piecing together your new lego set you'd finally finished it, looking down in pride alongside jessie as you high-fived to celebrate finally being able to get rid of the hip cramp from how you were sat.

"okay, you go find a place for that whilst i get the stuff for painting yeah?"

"okay baby."

you smiled in response before setting off upstairs and finding your lego shelf, having to move a few things about before you could fit the massive model. looking at it in pride one last time, you set off downstairs to find jessie laying out paints and brushes alongside two canvases next to each other, the canadian opting to sit across from you rather than next to you so you wouldn't get paint on each other.

"oh this is gonna be fun!"

you stated excitedly as jessie grinned at your enthusiasm for her hobby, glad you share an aptitude in exploring each others interests. you sat down across from jessie and picked up a pencil like she did, noticing the small smile she wore once she realised you were copying her in fear of doing anything wrong.

"what are we painting then?"

your question sent jessie deep into thought for a moment as she looked around the room for ideas.

"oh! i've got it. how about we paint what we think the other would be if we were animals but don't tell each other? you know, like a guessing game."

"that's such a cute idea! i'm not sure how i'm gonna draw my animal though."

"just google a picture, you'll be fine baby."

you grabbed your phone and googled 'moose' to remember what they even look like, realising you'd gotten yourself into trouble choosing this animal but it was too late now. you stood your canvas up on the small easel jessie had brought over for you just like she did with her own, making sure she couldn't see when you drew the first couple lines and it immediately went wrong. deciding to commit and feeling it might get better as you draw more, you continued the outline of your moose and it gradually got better, it wasn't the best but it was certainly a lot easier to make out than when you first started a couple minutes ago.

once you'd finished with your outline you grew weary of the painting part, knowing you'd have to get it over and done with otherwise you'd be drawing instead. you grabbed the colours you needed and set them out on a small palette, getting to work on painting the moose and being surprised by how easy it was, deciding to even paint in the background as one that looks like the boreal forest in canada whenever it snowed. jessie was finishing up her painting by now and seemed very proud of it just the same as you, adding a couple finishing touches and putting down her paintbrush a couple minutes before yourself.

"you ready?"

she asked as you stood up in front of your canvases, nodding your head in response. eager to show your work and getting a nod from jessie once she saw your excitement, you turned around your easel and watched her jaw drop in amazement.

"oh my god, baby that's the most beautiful painting i've ever seen. and you think i'm a moose! god i love you so much, you're so good at this!"

"it's mediocre, jess- and of course i think you're a moose! they're all you ever talk about. i need to see what animal i am though, the suspense is killing me."

jessie snapped out of her amazement and grinned down at her painting for a moment before spinning the easel around, showing you a stunning painting of an elephant in the african outback, a beautiful sunset along the background.

"before you take it wrong, i chose an elephant because you're so gentle and caring. you know how nice they can be."

jessie shyly explained as you grinned in appreciation, admiring the painting for a couple more moments before stepping forwards and pulling her into a soft kiss.

"it's almost as beautiful as you jess."

"alright playboy, stop trying to flatter me just so you can get my art for free."

"oh i had to pay hm?"

you teased, jessie nodding her head in response as you smiled at each other and turned towards your paintings.

"of course, artwork like that doesn't come for free. i reckon around three hundred quid."

"i'm selling mine for that amount too, maybe we can swap and call it even?"

"good idea, i want your signature too though."

you quickly grabbed a pencil and signed your painting in a blank area, jessie doing the same with hers as you swapped paintings and shook each others hands.

"pleasure doing business with you."

"but of course."

the brunette laughed with you and leaned forward for a soft kiss, both of you pulling away not long after to clear up all the paints and brushes before looking around the house for a perfect spot. you eventually found one right above your shared bed, the moose being hung up above jessie's side and elephant hung up above yours, like a little inside joke.

[takecareluv]

cramps & cuddles || vinnie hacker x reader

waking up earlier than most days, y/n felt a particular pinch in her stomach that came like clockwork each and every month. with a groan she tossed the comforter aside, shivering at the sudden loss of the warm blanket that protected her from the cold air that otherwise filled the room.

y/n made her way into the bathroom. stepping in front of the mirror, she finally noticed the crimson stain on her newly purchased matching pajama set that she only just took the tags off of the night prior. she prayed it also didn’t stain the sheets in vinnie’s room.

already on the verge of tears, she opened the cabinet where she stored all of her period products only to find it empty. that was the final straw that lead her to breakdown. sinking to the floor, she pulled her legs close to her chest and attempted to be as quiet as possible while the tears spilled from her eyes, not wanting to wake up her sleeping boyfriend.

however, it was too late. vinnie, who heard the faint sound of sniffles coming from the bathroom, was quick to hop out of bed and walk towards the closed door. “baby you in there?” he asked, voice still raspy from just waking up.

when he didn’t get much of a response, he pushed the door open slightly to see his precious girlfriend crying in a ball in the corner. now even more worried, he rushed over to the girl, crouching down next to her. “sweetheart, what’s wrong? why are you crying?”

“i started my period and i-, i stained my new pajamas and probably your bedding too. and now i don’t have any pads or tampons left to put on. i don’t even know why i’m crying. this is so stupid, i’m so stupid.” she babbled out barely taking a second to breathe.

“hey, hey, you’re not stupid. you’re okay, everything is gonna be okay,” vinnie said while pulling the girl closer to him, allowing y/n to lay her head on his chest. “don’t worry about the sheets or anything, i can wash them. and i can go to the store to get you whatever you need. okay, baby?”

she only continued to let out a wail, “no, no you don’t have to do that. i don’t want to make you have to go out right now because of me, you just woke up. i’ll just have them delivered or something.”

holding her face with both his hands so that she would finally look at him, wiping the tears from her eyes. “don’t cry, my love. you know i hate it when you cry.” he whispered, placing a bunch of kisses all over her face in attempt to cheer the girl up. “and don’t worry about it, baby. you’re not making me go anywhere, i want to go for you. and you know how long it takes to get stuff postmated here. it’ll be so much quicker if i go, yeah?”

y/n only nodded, knowing he was right.

pulling her up to stand, vinnie placed a kiss to the shorter girl’s forehead while she wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into his chest once again. “why don’t you take a hot shower while i run to the store and when i get back we can cuddle all day and watch movies. how’s that sound?”

feeling her nod against him in agreement, he kissed her one last time before pulling away from the hug, much to y/n’s dismay, and making his way out of the room to get ready. “i’ll be back before you know it, sweetheart. i love you.”

“love you more,” y/n replied, letting out a sigh once she heard the door shut.

she did exactly what vinnie suggested, turning on the shower to hot and while letting it heat up, snatched her most expensive body washes and scrubs from the top shelf of the cabinet, knowing she needed the extra little bit of self care today.

-

in the mean time, vinnie stripped the bed of its sheets, placing them into the wash while also putting a pair of his sweatpants and sweatshirts into the dryer so they were warm, and especially cozy, for his girlfriend to wear once she got out of the shower.

while waiting for the clothes to be done, he put fresh sheets on their shared bed, not without quite a bit of struggling when it came to the fitted sheet. why did they make these things so difficult, he thought to himself.

a few minutes later the timer went off and vinnie quickly took the sweatsuit out, folding the pieces nicely, and leaving it on the bed for y/n.

now that he was finished with that, vinnie grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out of the house, making his way towards the rx7 sitting in the driveway.

-

after a ten minute drive, he arrived at the nearest convenience store.

walking up and down the aisles, he picked up a bunch of y/n’s favorite snacks: a couple salty, some sweet, and a pint of ben & jerry’s ice cream, dairy free of course. he knew y/n always had a variety of craving during her period.

turning into the last aisle, he was overwhelmed with what felt like an endless amount of options. how many brands of this stuff were there?… there are sizes?… i think she wears the ones with the little flowers on the outside? so many questions were running through his head as he frantically decided to call his mom, figuring she was the best person to help.

barely giving her time to say hello, he hastily asked “playtex or tampax? what’s the difference? and how do i know what size y/n is?” he heard his mom let out a chuckle, “take a deep breath, vin.”

she continued to give him the run down on all things period products, probably a little too in depth, but she knew he would need it in the future. from the difference between liners and pads to heavy flow and regular, vinnie was now fully educated.

with that she left him to make the final decision, not without giving her son a multiple praises for being so good to his girlfriend.

they exchanged “goodbyes” and “i love you’s” while vinnie picked out a pack of nighttime and day time pads, along with an extra large box of tampons so she wouldn’t run out anytime soon. finally walking over to the checkout, he paid for everything and raced home to his awaiting girlfriend.

-

hurrying into their bedroom, he visibly cooed at the sight of his girlfriend bundled up in his clothes, which looked way better on her he thought.

“you’re back! now please cuddle me. i have cramps.”

vinnie laughed at the girl’s plea, joining her on the bed. “i got everything you needed,” he stated while dumping everything that was once in the bag onto their bed.

“and clearly more. how many snacks did you get? you got more girlfriends on their period that i don’t know about?” y/n joked.

“only you, baby. and i you get all sorts of craving while you’re on your period so i figured i hit all the bases while i was already at the store. oh and i also ordered you a new pajama set because i know how much you loved the one you stained.”

“you did what?” she questioned, amazed at how caring her boyfriend was.

“there were a bunch of colors though and i couldn’t decide which i liked best since they would all look perfect on you so i just got them all.”

“you, vinnie hacker,” she began while grabbing his face to place a big kiss to his lips, “are truly the most amazing person i have ever met. thank you for all of this. i’ve had some care about me this much,” she started to get emotional.

“hey, no more tears, baby. we’ve had enough of those today. you know i’d do anything for you. i love you, pretty girl.”

“i love you even more, pretty boy. now what movie should we start with?”

a.n. i was sure if i wanted to post this today in light of everything going on but i know for me reading fics always brings me comfort when i need it most and helps me take my mind off things and i figured we all could use that today. so here is nothing but fluff for anyone who needs a little bit of an escape right now! please take care of yourselves. i know today was especially rough and triggering so make sure to take some time to take of yourself mentally. don’t feel pressured to constantly be reading or posting things online, protesting and such. although those are obviously great things to do, please make sure to not overwhelm yourselves with it all. i love you all. stay safe <3

[beansnsoup]

eric forman confessing his love to the reader pls ❤️

Of course, thanks for being so patient with me!

When You Were Young

Eric Forman x gn!reader

Summery- You had always dreamed of the having your own moment like the ones you always saw in movies when you were younger, they always found their person and fell deeply in love, that's what you wanted, and that's what you got.

Warnings- fluff, cheesy confessions

You were laying in your bed, holding a magazine above your head, flipping through the contents of it for what you think was the 5th time. You need something new, mainly just something to get you out of this house, you turn to look at the clock on your nightstand,

4:03

"Jesus."

You hadn't gotten any sleep for the past two days, you always believed going to bed on a head full of numerous thoughts was unhealthy. You got up to go put the magazine back on the pile of other ones you bought a few weeks ago, you decided since that wasn't working you could just read an actual book.

You start looking on your shelf for something time consuming, then you reach one of the books you've had forever, 'The Little Mermaid'. You used to read this book constantly, you were obsessed with the fact that Ariel gave up her voice for a man she knew was the one, you wanted to have a love like that.

You turn to the sound of a tap on your window, you're about to throw the book at whatever it is making the sound until you notice that it's Eric. You walk over to unlock the window and slide it open for him,

"Hey, why are you up?"

"I could be asking you the same thing."

He chuckles, and looks around the room, trying to think of what to say next. "Do you want to go to the park?"

You smile, "Sure."

-

The both you are sitting on the swing set in comfortable silence, her lets out a sigh, "You good?"

He nods, "Just thinking."

"About what?"

He looks over at you, away from the slow sunrise, "Stuff."

You roll your eyes at him, "Come on Eric, you looked really into it."

You felt annoying trying to get this out of him, he looks at you then back to the sunrise, "I think you're amazing."

"Huh?"

"I was up all night because I couldn't stop thinking of you. I needed to see you and tell you this."

You're silent as you look at him, craving for what he's going to say next.

"I love you."

You stay silent for another minute, you're trying to look for the words to say, he gets up from the swing to walk over to you, you follow suit.

"You don't have to say anything now-"

That's when your impulsive thoughts win, you pull him by the collar to give him a long, and if you're being honest, you think you did pretty well for it being your first time.

"Wow." you both say in sync, causing laughter to spill out,

"I love you too."

-

Kind of short, but I'm very proud of it

[derschwarzeengel]

CHARMED (1998) - SEASON 1 || Sentence Starters (pt. 1)

A collection of sentence starters taken from The WB's Charmed, for roleplay purposes. Slightly NSFW (mentions of sex, violence).

01. Something Wiccan This Way Comes

❝Oh my God, I don't believe it. Tell me that's not our old spirit board?❞

❝Yeah, I found it in the basement when I was looking for the circuit tester.❞

❝That girl is so in the dark, maybe a little light will help.❞

❝You're avoiding my question.❞

❝Because you don't want to know that I went to an occult shop.❞

❝You hate me don't you? You wanna see me suffer.❞

❝Right. That's an athame. It's a ceremonial tool. Witches use them to direct energy.❞

❝Some woman got whacked.❞

❝You used to always push the pointer.❞

❝Don't you think you're overreacting? We're perfectly safe here.❞

❝Don't say that. In horror movies, the person who says that is always the next to die.❞

❝Spirit boards, books of witchcraft. It figures all this freaky stuff started when you arrived.❞

❝Well, my head spun around and I vomited split-pea soup. How should I know?❞

❝Don't tell me you put on a black conical hat and spent the night flying around the neighborhood on a broomstick?❞

❝Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable, but we're not witches and we do not have special powers.❞

❝We're the protectors of the innocent. We're known as the Charmed Ones.❞

❝I thought breaking up with you was the best thing I'd ever done. But this definitely tops that.❞

❝Are you telling me that nothing strange happened to you today? You didn't freeze time or move anything?❞

❝With how much you hold inside, you should be a lethal weapon by now.❞

❝No, I'm not okay. You turned me into a witch.❞

❝You were born one. We all were. And I think we better start to deal with it.❞

❝Actually, a witch can be either good or evil. A good witch follows the Wiccan Rede. 'An it harm none, do what ye will.' A bad witch or a warlock has but one goal: to kill good witches and retain their powers. Unfortunately, they look like regular people. They could be anyone, anywhere.❞

❝You know I'm not afraid of our powers. I mean, everyone inherits something from their family, right?❞

❝Who wants to be normal when we can be special?❞

❝The Book of Shadows said our powers would grow.❞

❝The power of three will set us free.❞

02. I've Got You Under My Skin

❝News flash. Stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles.❞

❝Are you worried we're gonna be burnt at the stake?❞

❝Well, I tend to be on the persistent side. I usually get what I want.❞

❝Well, my life, it's gotten a little complicated and I just don't think that I should get involved in anything right now.❞

❝We had sex. It doesn't mean we have to elope.❞

03. Thank You for Not Morphing

❝You know, that is a sign. Let's turn back now before it's too late.❞

❝Okay, I came, I saw, I was perky. Now I just want my head on a pillow because I have to wake up early.❞

❝Oh, what a coinkidink. Look, who's here.❞

❝We've been through this. Okay, cop, witch, is not a love connection.❞

❝Now this is really creepy. If there were a dog in the house, then it had to have an owner. No dog I know can open that front door, let alone reach the top shelf.❞

❝Hey, maybe we should get a security system.❞

❝Well, either we could rely on our vicious guard cat to protect us or we could remember to lock the doors.❞

❝I don't know what kind of people you're used to dealing with but I'd lay serious coin that they aren't willing to rip you into a thousand pieces and dance on your entrails.❞

❝Ahh, so you're lawyers. And here I was assuming you were shape shifters.❞

04. Dead Man Dating

❝I was nowhere near the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by.❞

❝Maybe the ghosts need protection from me.❞

❝Yeah, well, I decided to break that tradition and start a new one.❞

❝A weekend of rest, rubdowns and room service. What's to think about?❞

❝This is not funny. Our powers are supposed to be a secret, not a marketable job skill.❞

❝Relax. They didn't hire me because they think I'm a witch, they hired me because they think I'm a psychic.❞

❝Hair splitting. You know you can't use your powers for personal gain, not without consequences.❞

❝I've tried communicating with every psychic in the city. You were my last chance.❞

❝Oh my God. I can see you but no one else can?❞

❝I'm dead, I'm a ghost.❞

❝Please, I don't have much time. Somebody has to find my body before it's too late.❞

❝It's a Chinese myth. At least I always thought it was a myth. It's called Thowhoi, when the gates of hell open. We're almost there.❞

❝If the gatekeeper, Yama, catches my soul before my body's properly buried, he'll take my to hell forever.❞

❝Yama doesn't care about good or evil. He just wants souls. I should've listened to my mother.❞

❝I'm a good witch, remember?❞

❝I don't know. I panic, I put up both hands and bad things tend to freeze.❞

❝Talk to her? And tell her what? That you're a witch in touch with the ghost of her dead son?❞

❝You of all people should know that bribery is a crime.❞

❝The first time I saw you I thought you were a ghost.❞

❝Leave it to me to fall for a dead guy.❞

❝It's an improvement. At least he wasn't a warlock.❞

05. Dream Sorcerer

❝Are your parents terrorists? ‘Cos baby you're the bomb.❞

❝When you fell from Heaven, did it hurt? ‘Cos I know an angel when I see one.❞

❝Hmm. I'm no angel. I'm a witch.❞ 

❝They have been going at if for almost an hour.❞

❝Um, I think there's been some kind of a mistake. I didn't order this.❞

❝You have a secret admirer. He ordered it for you.❞

❝You look beautiful in that dress. I knew you would.❞

❝It's your dream, but it's my fantasy.❞

❝Hehehe. You're dreaming. I'm visiting.❞

❝In dreams I can do anything. I can dance in your dreams, I can alter your dreams, and I can kill you in your dreams.❞

❝Did you know that if you die in your dreams, you die in real life?❞

❝Every bone in her body's been crushed.❞

❝The coroner said it's as if she's fallen of a twenty story building.❞

❝[name], here's the problem. You didn't read the fine print. See. It says right here. $19.95 for the video and twenty grand for the plastic surgeon.❞

❝That woman? Of course men want her. Men are not different from women. We all want what we can't have. Which is why we need to stop thinking about what men want and start thinking about what we want in a man.❞

❝Tons of fun, lots of heats and no strings attached. That's what I want.❞

❝I know this may not sound very P.C., but I want romance. Long, slow kisses, late-night talks, candle lights. I love love. I'd take what [name] has in a flat second.❞

❝There aren't any signs of external damage consistent with any type of fall. In fact there's not a scratch on her.❞

❝Yeah, well, maybe we were wrong. Maybe the body was moved.❞

❝Come on. There must be more to our powers than warlock wasting. I'm ready to have some fun with our magic.❞

❝How is it personal gain, if we're using our powers to bring happiness to another person. And in my case lots and lots of happiness.❞

❝Look, I'm not talking about marriage here. We have our 30s to freak out about that. This... this spell is about having good time.❞

❝I admit it's tempting. The dating scene can be a little frustrating. But bringing men into our life through a spell... correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that a little bit desperate.❞

❝No. How is asking for what you want being desperate? I say it's not. I say it's empowering. Besides, the Book of Shadows says we could reverse this spell at any time.❞

❝Ooh. Did I say spell? I... I meant recipe. We are so busted, aren't we?❞

❝You're seriously twisted. This is the spell we have to say?❞

❝We're lucky. If we were men looking for women the spell requires putting a piece of honey cake in a sweaty armpit for day.❞

❝Scream all you want. No one can help you.❞

❝I'm in your conscious. I know your every thought and desire.❞

❝I'm the man of your dreams.❞

❝You're not real. You don't exist.❞

❝I'm going to love you to death.❞

❝Don't worry. We had safe sex. A lot of safe sex.❞

06. The Wedding from Hell

❝At certain times in our life, a cold shower is probably a good thing.❞

❝Sorry the dead man on your driveway is such an inconvenience.❞

 ❝Welcome to the lifestyles of the rich and shameless.❞

❝That's why we get paid medium bucks. To figure it out.❞

❝Can you imagine watching the man you love marry somebody else?❞

❝She's a demon. She comes to earth every two hundred years. She has to find an innocent, put him under her spell, and marry him in a sanctified wedding.❞

❝That doesn't sound any different than most of the single women in this city.❞

❝Okay, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't we trying to stop this wedding?❞

[pbandjesse]

I really thought I was doing better but I feel so bad right now. I might have pushed myself just a little bit to hard. But I wanted to accomplish as much as possible for our move. And right now I am laying in our bed in our new house. And even though I feel very bad it is emotionally a really amazing feeling.

I wrote my post really early last night. Like I am now. Because I desperately wanted to rest. But I wouldn't actually fall asleep for a long long time. I tried taking a hot bath but it didn't make me feel much better. I was going through it.

When I woke up this morning I was hurting really bad. I woke up around 7 with a weak cough and so much fatigue.

James was already packing up the car. The plan was for me to take the Subaru and then James would bike to get the uhaul. I would take a while to get up. But I was doing okay this morning. Like I didn't feel amazing but I was doing okay enough.

And we got a ton done. Despite my weakness.

When I got to the house I had to park on the opposite side because of street sweeping. They do it 4 days of the week on this block because it's a cross street to two one ways I guess. But I had much to carry so I was a little worried.

I ended up only being able to carry half of the stuff over. With the last box I grabbed I almost threw up. It was scary. I was not feeling good at all.

But I tried to hold it together. And I unpacked the food for the fridge and freezer and put some stuff away. And soon enough James was coming with the uhaul and our bed.

They didn't just bring the bed though. They also brought all their drawers from their dresser. And a few odds and ends. I had them park in the back of the house which is convenient but also there is a grassy area that is basically a dog poop mine feild. Thankfully we scoped them out and did not track dog poop in our new house.

We had a pretty good system going. And once all the pieces of the bed were in I worked on putting that together while James got the last few things from the car that I couldn't pick up.

I would get a little frustrated with part of the bed and then James trying to tell me what to do. But we got the bed together and it actually is smaller then the tape measurements I put down so we have a couple extra inches at the end. I'm very pleased.

We would wait to put the bed down until we got the vacuum and James would do that later on. In the mean time we would head back to the apartment to pack clothes. I also just cleared off my one studio shelf but I was not able to help James so we had to leave them for now. With almost all of James's friends moved away or working on Mondays, we might have to just hire a mover or two. We will see what the next week brings.

I left to go back to the house while James kept moving things. Sweetp was incredibly stressed and would throw up. Which made me feel so bad. James would make sure he was settled before they headed back to me.

Once I got everything out of the car I had to sit down. I was not doing good. I was nauseous and dizzy and weak. Wheezing. I thought maybe eating would help and we had once last Mac and cheese cup in the fridge. I would microwave that while I put the clothes we brought over away.

I sat in the living room and felt freezing all of a sudden. I got a blanket and that helped but I was just doing really bad. When James got back I could barely help at all. One of the bookshelves they brought broke apart into all of its original pieces. I wasnt able to even direct where things were going to go I was doing so bad.

Dad called me and we talked for a few minutes. He teased me about not finishing his pants yet but I promise I will. I just haven't been here and with moving. But that made me want to make sure I get my sewing table set up and ready today.

So once I had a little energy that's what I focused on. James would put the mattress in. And we made the bed once we remembered where we stored the sheets. I would also put all of our bathroom products in their new spots. The space is really coming together.

James would go return the uhaul. And that gave me an hour alone.

While they were gone I worked on the studio. And got things put more where I had imagined them. I had to take a lot of water breaks. But I made progress. And when James got back at 230 I was ready to go to my rhumatologist appointment.

Sometimes when I go to my appointment it takes 15 minutes. Sometimes it takes almost an hour and a half. Today was an hour and a half kind of day.

Firstly I signed in on the wrong sheet. But it all worked out. They were really excited to hear about me and James moving into a new house. And wanted to know the whole story. I wasn't feeling amazing but I tried to put on a happy face and keep it together.

Swallowing became really tough and very very uncomfortable. I would smile through it best I could but I know I was grimacing something fierce.

The phlebotomist also is in the process of buying a house and it was fun to commiserate with her. She also loves the habit for humanity stores. Amazing.

Blood work went well. Injections went well. The sun always beats on that side of the building so we had to move me around to get out of the sun so he could see where my veins were. The last thing I need is this medication blowing out my vein.

But Sincere, the name of the medical assistant who does my injections, did a very good job this time and we talked about tattoos and he is very nice. And while the whole appointment took almost an hour and a half it wasn't unpleasant.

James had waited for me in the car. They got me a donut and a little cheesecake for later. Love them so much.

My spirits were higher but I felt very bad still. It was time to go get Sweetp. And I was nervous. But ready.

First thing I did was shove him in his box. He was not happy with me and it was very unpleasant. But I got him in so we could go pack more stuff in the car and bring him down last.

And that worked out well. I got a lot of stuff in totesbags again and James got all my little suitcases. They would come back for their plants later. But for now we had to get the crying kitty to our new home.

It was not a bad drive and as soon as we got in I brought sweept upstairs to our room and closed the door. Let him get used to this room first. And I think that was a good plan. James brought in everything else. I tried to just take a breather.

But eventually once everything was in I let Sweetp out to explore. I am not positive he has found the litter box yet. Despite me trying to show it to him. But he seems intrigued by the whole space. It's funny to see him go down the stairs.

James went back to the apartment. To get their plants and a few other things. They would also get us pizza. And while they were gone I put all my suitcases away and worked on my sticker drawing for the day.

I started not feeling great. Really bad actually. I was coughing so hard I was gagging and wheezing. I would put on a sweatshirt and lay down and that's where I am now. James should be home soon with dinner. And I hope our first night in our new home is great.

Tomorrow, if I'm not absolutely dying, I will be going back to work. I'm really excited about that. I miss everyone.

I hope you all have a great night tonight. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[somediyprojects]

DIY Atlas-inspired Shelves

Project by Susannah:

last weekend ac and i scooted up to williamsburg for burgers at dumont burger (yum) and some quick book browsing at spoonbill and sugartown (where i always end up buying a handful of new pancake and franks cards). while looking sifting through a table of incredible penguin books (and drooling over their covers), i looked up and caught a beautiful set of atlas shelves. as my mind starting mentally calculating how long it would take me to save up for a set of the real things i remembered that we had a fantastic diy-version of these shelves waiting to be posted! d*s reader susannah becket was a finalist in this year’s diy contest and was kind enough to send in the full instructions for her budget-friendly atlas-inspired shelving. if you’ve got a wall of books at home like we do, this project will certainly come in handy. 

Susannah’s Atlas-Inspired Shelves

Materials:

Minwax “English Chestnut” wood stain, or desired brand/color

Unfinished 1×10 pine board cut to size (more on sizes and quantity below)

Two IKEA “Broder” L-feet w/brace

Two IKEA “Broder” 80-inch posts

Twelve IKEA “Broder” brackets (Make sure you get the straight ones, not the angled ones!)

Box of #8 1 1/12-inch wood screws

Box of #8 1/2-inch wood screws

Paintbrush

White spray paint

Gloves

Mask

Plastic tarp

Paper towels

Tools:

Power drill

Large clamp (I used one like this from Home Depot)

Drill bit

Screws

Helper-person (for the Broder assembly)

Instructions:

1. Assemble your Broder frame. It comes with instructions, but basically you just drop a post into each foot and secure with the provided screws. When you have your two posts-with-feet, put a brace between them at the bottom and at the top and again secure with screws. Once you have your frame up, you can play around with it a bit, pulling it wider or narrower until you figure out exactly how wide you want/need it. This will help you determine how wide you want your shelves to be. Mine is about 36 inches wide, with six 48-inch shelves, and each shelf has two six-inch end pieces. You can make yours a bit narrower, or have your shelves not extend as far beyond the Broder frame, or have fewer shelves, or have the end pieces be bigger or smaller depending on your space and the look you want.

As you’re setting up your Broder, please also take into account where your wall studs are so that you can secure the frame to the wall and make the whole thing earthquake- and bump-proof. the Broder frame is not unstable by any means, but our floor was a little uneven and the shelves would shake a little bit every time we walked by it until I secured it to the wall.

Most importantly, learn from my mistakes and DON’T cut your wood until you’ve set up the Broder and figured out how wide you want everything to be!

2. Set out your tarp and spray paint the Broder frame and brackets white.

3. Lay out your wood and using an assembly-line method, stain all your pieces on all sides. Paint on, leave for a few minutes, then wipe off the excess with a paper towel. Minwax advertises itself as an all-in-one stainer/sealer, but If you really want to go the extra mile, follow up your staining with a coat of polyurethane.

4. Once you have your pieces stained, take one of the longer pieces and one of the 6-inch pieces and place the shorter piece perpendicular to the longer piece and clamp it on tightly.

(Once my wood was stained, I found that the stain had brought out really cool patterns and knots and stuff in the wood, so I played around a bit with the assembly of the shelves to make sure those features would be on the front of the shelves.)

5. Using your drill bit, drill a pilot hole into your wood where you want your screws to go. Do this on the top and the bottom, then switch out your bit for a Phillips head attachment and drill your longer wood screws into the holes you’ve made.

6. Repeat steps 4 & 5 for the end piece on the other side of your shelf.

7. Repeat steps 4, 5, & 6 for each of your shelves.

8. Attach your brackets to the shelves using the shorter wood screws.

9. Mount your shelves onto your Broder and step back to admire.

DIY BONUS! I originally cut my wood much too short, but using the same shelf construction method, I recycled the extra wood into modular shoe shelves for my closet. Just make the u-shaped shelf, flip it over and stack as necessary.

[sibsteria]

Fog and Clouds

Prologue Chapter One

Jake Peralta & Marcus White x fem!Reader

Masterlist

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“Hey, got you a drink.” The grin of my ex-coworker brightens my view.

“Thanks! What…is this?” I swirl the alcohol around the glass.

“It’s champagne mixed with 30-year-old scotch and top shelf tequila. Captain said a two drink maximum but he did not set a price limit-” he lifted his fingers to point at his temple, “smort.”

“Well, I cannot wait, cheers-” Out flutes clink together, before we raise them to our mouths.

“Oh, god, it’s horrible!” I gag at the grim liquid sloshing around in my mouth.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have added the olive juice.” Jakes face matches my own.

“Ewww!” I whine.

“Hey, so listen, the thing I said to you in the evidence room? About how it was a mistake? That was a lie, I don’t believe that at all.” He looks suddenly serious.

“What are you saying?”

“I know that you’re moving to St. Louis, I’m not trying to change that. And I get there’s stuff I can’t control, but this morning I told you that I didn’t mean any of it, and that was a lie. I just don’t want to hold anything back.”

“Well…I’m kind of stuck on words, right now. I don’t think it was a mistake either, Jake. But I’ve already booked my flight and packed my apartment and put it up for rent and-”

“Honestly, it’s okay, if I know you- I like to think I do- you won’t be away from New York for long.”

“So, I guess we just have to leave it up to chance.”

“Guess so.”

“Well, I’m gonna chug this in under a minute because I don’t want to waste what you gave me-“

“I’m-gonna-chug-this-in-under-a-minute-because-I-don’t-want-to-waste-what-you-gave-me title of your sex tape!”

I let a genuine grin creep up my face.

“He’s back.”

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I look around my apartment, empty rooms and blank walls stare back at me.

So many memories here, some terrible and horrible but there were gems that made up for it.

Most of the stuff I packed is going to charity- or being thrown away, so I only have a couple of boxes and suitcases.

I travel to my once-bedroom, one of my boxes lay on its side, spilling its contents.

I saunter over, kneeling at the box, pulling it up from its side I look at the fallen items.

Some books, a couple of magazines and-

A bar napkin, with a couple of doodles.

The one from my purse the night Jake and I…that we…

I’m not upset, it’s a fond memory, I just wish it didn’t turn out this way.

I’ll be back here, maybe we can’t start fresh.

I tuck the napkin into my bag, a keepsake.

I hear the honk of a car outside, my ride is here.

Luckily I live on the ground floor, so loading the boxes won’t be too much trouble.

“Need any help?” Terry shouts from his rolled down window.

“If you don’t mind.” I smile.

“Anything for you.”

He exits his car, picking up three boxes like they’re nothing.

I take the remaining two and follow him to the boot of his car. Only two large boxes fit in, the rest being put in the back. I run way and grab my two suitcases, putting them on the backseat as well .

“Airport?”

“Airport.”

Terry didn’t drink tonight, so he was able to drive me there, he’s such a kind soul.

The drive is calm, some ballads drone in from the local radio station, filling the car with sound.

“You really wanna do this?”

“Of course…” I try to think of a reason why.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“Maybe I’m not, but if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be on the first plane back.”

“If it does? You better visit, I can’t control the troublesome two on my own.”

Jake and Charles.

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t be visiting just for them, you’re apart of my life too. You’re like family to me, Terry. And you know how much luck I’ve had with them, you all matter.”

He gives me a soft, joyous look.

“You’re my family too.”

We rolled into the car park.

“We’re here.” He shut off his car.

“Thanks again, for this.”

“It’s no trouble, c’mon, I’ll help you load a dolly.”

I’m so grateful for this man, he’s like the brother I never had, because I refuse to acknowledge the brother I do have.

———————————————————————

Looking out the window, at the passing scenery, I pause. The sun has done down already, so the starts are brighter, the dark is deep and raw.

It sets in.

I’m not going to be living in New York.

I’m not going to see Jake, Charles, Terry, any of them, every single day.

New start, new city.

At least I’ll have Garrett.

[spoiledsplendid]

The Carlyle Hotel, New York

The Carlyle, A Rosewood Hotel 

35 E 75 Street, New York, NY 10021

(212) 744-1600

https://www.rosewoodhotels.com/en/the-carlyle-new-york

My Rating: 73%

Price Rating: $$$$$

Summary of Stay: The Carlyle has been near the top of my “hotel bucket-list” for decades. It’s a legendary second-home for celebrities, taste-makers, and royalty. It is “the place” to stay and get ready for the Met Gala. And while all of this is true, and while the hotel does hold some magic, I couldn’t overlook some of their glaring flaws. 

One of the main drawbacks is the location on the Upper East Side. While the location is fine, with close proximity to great restaurants, shopping, and to Central Park, it’s miles away from most of the tourist attractions and entertainment that NYC is known for. 

Secondly, the hotel opened in 1930 and some of the spaces aren’t well designed. When you come in the revolving door, you need to immediately clear out as there is no space. Upon checking in, it appeared that the hotel had no more storage for luggage, and guest’s suitcases were overflowing into the lobby. The concierge is set up in a cramped closet where you have to shuffle around other guests in order to enter/exit. If you’re claustrophobic, the elevators are cute but very cosy. This extends beyond the common spaces and into the guest suites. Now, I loved my room but there is one thing I always look for….closet space. Dear reader - there was no closet at all. There was a miniscule area where I could hang a few shirts and awkwardly stuff my suitcase, but it was ridiculous. It also didn’t have a door, so that was a major flaw. 

Highlight of the Room: Now on to a few favourable things about my stay. My room, with the exception of the missing closet, was stunning. Giving a nod to it’s art deco roots while still being modern, the room was everything I hoped it would be. The wall of windows and the view were certainly the highlight. While I have had lovely views at some other NYC properties, this one took the cake. I did have one minor setback when the blackout blinds got stuck and maintenance had to come in and fix it. (Blackout blinds are a traveller’s best friend so you can sleep on your schedule) 

The bathroom was spacious and nicely laid out. The mirrors made it feel larger than it was. Toiletries were a mix of in-house branded and Kiel’s (which I thought was a bit pedestrian for one of the grandest hotels in the world) and Diptyque (which seemed much more appropriate). But the toiletries were regularly replenished and I did appreciate the Kiel’s lip balm. There were however an area of the shower where the paint was cracked and peeling - at first I thought it was mildew but it was the paint. 

The bed was very, very soft (coming from someone who appreciates a soft bed). I almost thought it was a waterbed at first, but no. The bedding were plush and smooth. The bedside stands are well wired and modernized - so you can easily plug in your phone, dim the lights, close the blinds - all while being in bed. I slept well and had no traffic noise - which again is a massive plus. Side note: The first time I visited NYC, I was a broke guy just out of university and my hotel in NYC wasn’t nearly as luxurious as the Carlyle. But I’ll never forget that the nights were spent exhausted, trying to block out the sounds of honking drivers. So that’s why I mention it… 

The desk space was actually very useful and practical. There was an assortment of stationary and overall, considering the lay out, I thought this was the wisest piece of furniture in the room. 

The mini bar area, while lovely and very top shelf, was a bit impractical and took up way too much space. (Dear Management, this is where the entry closet should be. Rip out the minibar, put in the bedroom and return a glorious doored closet please! Thanks!). I did have my Nespresso in the mornings and imagined that George Clooney had used the same coffee maker as myself. Not-so-fun fact, housekeeping didn’t replenish the Nespresso pods, to-go cups, sugar etc. (Deducting big points for that…I hate having to call housekeeping and ask them to replenish basic things like this, which is what I had to do).

Highlight of the Hotel: The hotel, like many NYC iconic hotels, is known for their level of service and not their amenities. Infinity pools were not something that was front-of-mind a hundred years ago. The highlight was likely people-watching while I was in the common spaces. You imagine bumping into Brad Pitt in the elevator or waiting for your car alongside Madonna. This is likely a first - but nothing specifically about the hotel impressed me - and that is partially the point. This hotel is the definition of understated elegance. It is meant to feel more like a second home than a glitzy hotel. 

Highlight of the Stay: This was my first time staying at the Carlyle, but I had certainly visited several times. Cafe Carlyle is a NYC institution known for it’s intimate setting and eclectic range of performers. On my last trip to NYC, I had seen Lisa Loeb perform at the Cafe and she was incredible. Upon check-in, I noticed in the elevators that Isaac Mizrahi was performing that night. I already had tickets to see Patti Lupone in Company, but she would be there again the next day, and Mr. Mizrahi would not! So I called the concierge who I had met earlier in the day. The show was sold out, but he personally went to speak to the Maître D’ and within twenty minutes, they had managed to adjust the set-up and added a table for 2. Also did I mention that my table was 5 feet from Issac? (He was so charming and entertaining!) I appreciate how they took care of me and the night was a huge highlight of my trip as I dined next to fellow Canadian Dan Levy (also a real sweetheart!) Next time you’re in New York, I suggest you look at Cafe Carlyle’s schedule and go see one of your fave performers up close. The night is a bit pricey, but when you factor in the cost of an elegant dinner and a show in NYC, it’s on par and much more memorable. 

Drawbacks: So there were a few issues with the stay that should be noted. I mentioned there were issues with the blinds, but that was quickly and professionally remedied. I noticed that some of the common areas had walls that were badly scuffed and dinged - and were badly needing to be refreshed. 

Another thing that I was disappointed with was the lack of elevator attendants. Now I’m not that high maintenance, but after watching the movie “Always at the Carlyle” - I was disappointed that in my 3 days there, I never encountered a single operator. It’s likely for the best because the elevators are small!

I had an issue booking tickets through Telecharge (they had restricted my account until they could confirm my identity) and the concierge wasn’t able to assist with simply buying me theatre tickets. The only access he had to theatre tickets was through a broker and the price was 2-3X the price of tickets on Telecharge. At a hotel of this status, I feel this is unacceptable.

One thing that also rubbed me the wrong way is that the Carlyle has a history of monogramming their guest’s pillowcases - and as silly as it sounds, this is something that I was really looking forward to. (It takes a lot to surprise me at a hotel, and I really thought that this was an extremely personal touch). Once I got to my room, the bellman gave me a tour of the room. I noticed that the pillowcases hadn’t been monogrammed. I asked him if they still did this and he said yes, and if I would like it, just to call down to the front desk. So after generously tipping him, I gave the front desk a call and inquired if this was a possibility - this is where I was told that this service was reserved for only Very Important Guests. I guess I know where I stand - Haha.

Lastly, after my incredible dinner at Cafe Carlyle, I went over to Bemelmans’ Bar. Correction, the Maître D’ from the Cafe escorted me over to Bemelmans to ensure I was looked after. The hotel gives guests a pass so you skip lines, get priority seating etc. Bemelmans is a very popular spot, especially with monied yuppies and UES socialites. I was shocked to see people crammed into the extremely loud space. Staff could barely walk around to serve tables. The bar was 2-3 people deep. As I stood waiting to be acknowledged and get a seat, I begun to wonder if it was worth it. After about 15 minutes, the male host came up to me and asked what I was doing standing there? I told him that I was looking for a seat and that the Maître D’ had brought me here. He was annoyed, arrogant and clearly put out by my presence. He found me a place and I was grateful, even it was the worst seat in the house, crammed into the corner of the bar. I sat there for another twenty minutes without so much as being acknowledged by a bartender or server. And considering I wasn’t thrilled with the company next to me, I packed it in and left, thirsty. This was certainly not the same level of service as Cafe Carlyle, nor was it the same crowd. 

[and-claudia]

The Lethal Protector vs IKEA

(Venom x gn! Reader x Eddie)

A short little fic in which Venom and Eddie try to take on the dreaded ikea furniture.

Warnings: slight mention of sex and some minor cussing but really just a funny/cute fic

Word count: >1k

“Hey babe?” I called over to Eddie from where I stood in the kitchen.

“Yeah?” He looked up from his laptop.

“Would you mind putting the new shelf together while I’m at work? I just want to get all of this,” I motioned to the pictures, books and random odds and ends that littered the countertop, “put back up.”

“Yeah, V and will get it done.” He promised.

“Thank you,” I checked my watch, “I gotta get going. I’ll see you tonight.” I came over and bent down to kiss him.

Aren’t you forgetting someone?

Venom materialized out of Eddie’s shoulder and looked up at me expectantly.

“Of course not.” I said cupping his cheek and kissing him on the top of his head.

“Alright boys, shelf. Don’t forget it.”

We won’t!

3rd Person PoV

“Okay… lets get this done with. Open that for me, please.”

Eddie, what’s an “ick-eh-ah”?

Eddie sighed, “It’s pronounced IKEA, bud. And it’s a furniture store. With stupid ass instructions.” He got everything out and did his best to organize it all while Venom continued to ask question anger question.

While his attention was on laying put all the screws he heard something get thrown away. He was silly to assume Venom was being helpful and cleaning up the trash.

“Alright we got everything… where’s the instructions?” He looked all around him for them.

He even stood up and looked back in the box.

“Venom, do you see the instructions I swear I just had them?” He asked the symbiote.

Nope. I threw them away.

Venom replied proudly.

“Why would you do that!?”

You said they were stupid! I assume that meant we didn’t need them!

Eddie ran over to the trash can and looked in to see the instructions already nasty from sitting on top of last nights dinner. The ink had already began to bleed and run.

I’ll get them!

One of Venom’s tendril went to reach in and grab it.

“No! Leave it! We can figure this out without them.” Eddie said, lacking confidence and walked back over to everything.

It was shelf. How hard could it be?

Famous last words.

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

“Venom that has to go here.”

No! It goes here!

“No it doesn’t! Why would it go there! That would make the shelf go diagonally!”

It’s eclectic!

“No it’s not! It looks dumb as hell! It goes this way!”

He went to set the piece the way he thought it should go only to have two black tendrils rip it from his hands.

Haha! You can’t reach it. Shorty.

Venom held the piece far above Eddie’s head.

“That’s not funny Venom! Yn will be home soon! We need to get this done.”

Admit I’m right.

“But you’re not!”

Am too!

“Are not!”

Am too!

“Are not!”

AM TOO!

“ARE NOT!”

Their voices elevated as the bickering continued.

“Look. How about we make a deal?”

I’m listening.

“I’ll get you extra chocolate this weekend.”

Eddie. I require chocolate to survive. That’s not a good bargaining tactic. I can just ask Yn and they’ll get it for me.

“Fine.” Eddie sighed, running his hands down his face, “I’ll let you have a night to yourself with Yn, so long as they agree.”

All to myself?

Another sigh from Eddie, “Yes.”

You should’ve started with that!

The shelf piece was flung from Venom and straight into Eddie’s face.

“Dude, not necessary! You could have handed it to me!” Eddie said holding his nose.

Sorry.

Venom healed him up quickly.

Before Eddie could put the piece on the front door opened.

“Boys!?” I thought you said you’d put this together! Did you forget?” They said setting their stuff down and walking over to that half built shelf with pieces still laying everywhere.

“No… we kinda lost the instructions and so were kinda winging it…” Eddie admitted.

Yn tried to stifle a laugh.

“Babe, you know you can go online and get the instructions?”

“Are you serious?” Eddie deadpanned. He was looking up at them from where he sat on his keens, leaning back on his heels.

“You poor things.” They said hugging Eddie’s head to them and running their fingers through his hair. Venom came around behind them and rested his head on their shoulder, nuzzling into their neck.

“How about we just leave this here and go watch a movie? Sound good?” They suggested.

“Sounds great!” Eddie said getting up.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t get it put together today.” He said, sounding defeated.

“Don’t be. Shit happens.” They said kissing him before leading him over to the couch.

The three of them relaxed and watched their movies. Dinner was ordered to be delivered. All the pictures, books and odds and ends still say scattered on the countertop, but that was a problem for tomorrow. Right now they were enjoying their time together.

[troubatrain]

good for you - t. jost

a/n: one day it dawned at me that tyson jost really had just been hitting different lately, and so i just needed to write some filth about it. i'm thinking of making this a smut based mini series so let me know what you guys think :)

part two

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

I can’t believe you’re leaving me like this.

Mat Barzal was pouting, laying across your bedroom in your apartment whining about how you were heading off to Colorado and leaving him. It wasn’t by choice, you’d gotten into a grad program that was an amazing opportunity, separating you and your childhood best friend for the first time in ages. Mat was your friend by accident, a kid was picking on him and you got mad because only you’re allowed to do that and punched that kid square in the nose. Mat covered for you so you wouldn’t get suspended and you’d been inseparable ever since.

“This place is going to be too quiet without you,” Mat whines, dodging the book you’d thrown in his direction, “And not that I keep you to clean up after me but I do need you to teach me how to use the dishwasher.”

“How about you help me pack then?” You suggest, rolling your eyes at his inability to take care of himself. He’d always been like that, his own mother relieved when you moved in because it eased her worries about Mat burning his place down.

“You should give Tyson a call,” Mat hops up, grabbing a box and some stuff off your shelf, “Sure he’d be able to show you around.”

“Tyson Jost?” You furrow your brows, trying to clarify exactly who Mat was talking about. There wasn’t anything wrong with Tyson, that was the problem. Tyson was like sunshine in the summer and in another life, he’d be your dream man. He was kind and the way he talked about his mother made every one of your girlfriends swoon. Tyson had the kind of drive you respected and he just seemed so steady, “I thought we agreed I’d break him.”

“You agreed with yourself on that one not me,” Mat chuckles, shaking his head at your response. Mat couldn’t think of any one of his friends that he’d let date you besides Tyson. Tyson was an astronomically better person than Mat was, always the kind of kid his parents encouraged him to hang out with, “What if Tyson’s the best dick of your life and you don’t even give him a shot?”

“I’m not sleeping with Tyson, he’s too innocent,” It wasn’t an excuse, it was the truth. Everything about Tyson screamed that he’d get you off but it wouldn’t be all that exciting. Tyson was a relationship type, and you weren’t and aside from the obvious sexual incompatibility - he was Mat’s friend. Despite his efforts, you always swore that was a line you’d never cross. Besides, as kind and endearing as Tyson was, he was still a hockey player, he just got away with it better than most.

“Just promise me you’ll call him? Especially if something’s wrong,” Mat pleads, a soft expression on his face even if it was just for a second before you had a t-shirt tossed in your direction, “You can’t let him replace me though, I’m number one around here.”

“I cannot wait to live alone,” You tease, laughing when Mat’s middle finger is thrown in your direction. It was bittersweet, leaving the comfort of having Mat around to buy you ice cream when you were sad and to take care of his best friend duties and onto a new adventure.

“You won’t be alone Josty will be there,” Mat jokes, his laugh bouncing off the now barren walls of your bedroom, “I swear I’m done now.”

“You better be.”

“I give it two weeks before you fuck Josty though.”

***

Just swing by her place, please.

Mat was like a mother who just sent their first kid away for college, and he was panicking. So, yes, he was begging Tyson to just drop in on to make sure your move was going as smoothly as you made it sound on the phone. Tyson could have been doing anything else on a Friday night with no game, but he was getting closer and closer to giving in by the second.

Tyson could admit, he wanted to see you, and he was excited when Mat shared the news you were moving to Denver. He looked forward to seeing you in the summer, carefree and light and so far out of his league he’d never even try. You made Tyson fumble his words, and every time he saw you he would think with his dick and he couldn’t focus on anything else. Above all else, Tyson wanted you to know he was a phone call away, a promise he made to Mat that he’d be there if you needed anything that he was going to keep for his own selfish reasons.

So Tyson was off to your apartment, a bottle of wine in one hand and a case of Coors Light in the other. He lifted his hand to knock, taking a deep breath and just thinking to himself, don’t fuck this up.

You knew that familiar tuft of curls in your peephole anywhere, summers spent watching the way Tyson’s curls bounced against his forehead whenever he spoke. This had Mat written all over it, no doubt your best friend put Tyson up to his welcoming committee bit. You turn around, boxes piled everywhere with nothing set up in your place aside from your mattress in the middle of the floor and your tv in your living room. Unpacking had been a bit overwhelming, and you may have lied on the phone to Mat that you were doing just fine. You take one deep breath, holding your head up high and pretending like your place wasn’t a mess.

“Hi,” You smile, leaning against your doorframe and taking in the man in front of you. Did he get bigger? Maybe it’s the hair, it’s longer. No, the scruff. Whatever it was, your feet were glued to the floor because you were stunned by the fact that Tyson Jost had gotten hot.

“Welcome,” Tyson cheeses, holding up the beer and wine in his hands and shrugging his shoulders, “I hope it’s fine I stopped by, Mat called and-”

“Told you to come?” You finished his sentence, Tyson nodding at your question, “Well, I have no furniture because it won’t be here until tomorrow, but you’re more than welcome to come join in my sad empty apartment.”

“I’d love to,” Tyson chuckles, bumping his shoulder with yours when he walked into your place. It was definitely empty, Tyson wishing he’d known sooner you’d be without most of your stuff for another day so he could offer up his guest room. It didn’t matter to him, his mind focused more on the fact that you looked incredible, a too big Islanders shirt and a pair of shorts that were leaving little to the eye. You were digging through a box, a small aha leaving your mouth when you pulled out a mug, “Wine in a mug?”

“That’s how Mat used to pour me glasses when we first moved in together,” You admit, gripping the mug in your hand tightly. You may have stolen it from your former kitchen, but it was a memory you wanted to remember, “You can sit, I mean the only place is on my mattress but-”

“Sounds like a tradition then,” Tyson hums, sitting down and leaning against your pillows, taking a sip of his beer. You sat cross legged next to him, pouring yourself some of the wine he’d brought over in that silly I <3 New York mug Mat bought for your first place. You settled on a movie, thankful you at least had wi-fi and didn’t have to make awkward conversation with Tyson.

It’s only awkward because you’re making it awkward, you thought to yourself. Maybe Tyson was doing it on purpose, peacocking around your apartment because Mat told him he had this weird thing about you sleeping with him. He wouldn’t do that, remembering every other time Tyson’s ignored one of Mat’s grand schemes because they were bad ideas, “Excited for the season to start? A few more weeks right?”

“I’m excited for camp to be over,” Tyson groans, snuggling himself into

your mattress, “My entire body’s on fire.”

Yeah mine too. You watched the way Tyson rolled his shoulders, clear pain across his face, “Ty’s let me-”

You were usually bold, confident enough to make the first move without the fear of rejection. It could be from years of watching Mat, a true master at his craft of picking up women, and constantly encouraging you to do the same. That’s how a player plays the game Y/N. Tyson’s brows were raised at you, a blush on his neck while he let himself sit a bit. You slipped your fingers under the soft cotton of his t-shirt, digging them into the knots in his shoulder. Tyson let his eyes rest, embracing the relief you were giving him.

Of course your fingers felt like magic. Tyson was doing everything in his power to keep his cool, and not blow this one chance he’s had with you without Mat’s stupid antics in the middle of it. Just ask her out, she’ll probably reject you, but at least you’ll get laid. Mat was right, he had to be because he knew you better than anyone. It wasn’t just some claim he made either, you didn’t do relationships, never giving your heart to someone else, “How are you good at this?”

“Tito used to tell me I had a career in deep tissue massages in my future,” You joke, Tyson’s head falling back to look at you while he let out a laugh, “Sometimes I think he just wanted to save a trip to the rink…do you mind if I-?”

You were tugging at Tyson’s shirt, waiting for him to nod in response and grab it from the back and toss it off. You never took the time to look at Tyson like this, eyes scanning over his skin and taking him in. Scars on his skin, no doubt from his choice in sport and one from that time Mat took roughhousing too far over the summer. Your finger curled around a loose curl at the base of his neck, Tyson letting out a hum, “I like the curls grown out Tys.”

“Keep pulling on them,” Tyson grunts, the words falling through his lips before he could stop them. You let out a small giggle, Tyson thanking his lucky stars you didn’t just hit him. He turned around, a glimmer in his eyes that you’d seen dozens of times before. Your hand stayed in his hair, gripping his hair softly when Tyson’s lips finally landed on yours. It was slow at first, testing out the waters and Tyson waiting for the blow of rejection. His hand was on your waist, hand slipping under your shirt and rubbing your skin softly. His lips moved down your neck, scruff tickling your skin, “Been wanting this for a while…”

“Yeah?” You muse, tilting your head back while Tyson’s teeth sunk into them. His grip got tighter, your breath hitching in your throat.

“If you don’t count the years I spent wondering what the fuck you and Mat were, then every summer for the past four years,” Tyson’s eyes had gotten a shade darker, flipping you over so you were underneath him, “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re hot, or that I’ve been mentally undressing you for years.”

“Now’s your chance Tys, don’t blow it,” You chirp, waiting for Tyson’s laugh to follow, except it didn’t. Tyson’s hands pulled yours over your head, grip tight on your wrists. What if Tyson’s the best dick of your life and you don’t even give him a shot. Mat’s words were spinning your head, taunting you because there was a chance he was actually right.

“Don’t move them,” Tyson grits, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands pulled your shirt off slowly, stifling a groan when his suspicions about your lack of bra were true, “Be a good girl-”

“Or what?” You smirk, wondering how many buttons you could press before Tyson just railed you. This was new, welcome, and maybe you shouldn’t have assumed Tyson was the boring type behind closed doors.

“Or I’ll fuck you until you’re begging to cum, but I still won’t let you,” Tyson mutters, his lips pressed against your skin while his fingers hooked under your shorts, “So are you going to be good for me?”

Tyson waited for your answer, gaining himself a plus one in your book on consent and when you nodded, your shorts and panties came clean off. Tyson hooked your thighs over his shoulders and pressed a kiss to your clit lightly, “Don’t tease Tys.”

“Am I the first person who gets you like this?” Tyson groans, watching the way your hips were squirming every light kiss he pressed around your pussy. You were an alpha female, Mat’s words, never Tyson’s, and that meant that under most circumstances you were in charge.

“Yes,” You whimper, desperate for some sort of relief. Tyson had you wound up, in a position you were used to being in and you were eating up every bit of it. He finally gave in, Tyson’s well skilled tongue swirling around your clit, pulling a moan out of you that echoed through your empty apartment. You clasped your hands together, taking every bit of strength you had not to tug on Tyson’s curls, “Fuck, Tyson let me touch you.”

“Not what we agreed to, princess,” Tyson reminds you, his tongue teasing your entrance while his nose rubbed against your clit. His tongue slid up your folds, Tyson climbing back up your body and letting his spit slide down his tongue and into your mouth, “Taste yourself babe.”

You nod, obliging happily with Tyson, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at how fucking hot this was. His lips landed on yours, reminding you just how good you were being against your mouth. Tyson’s hand grabbed one of yours, intertwining your fingers with his, “Tyson, please I wanna cum so badly.”

“Where?” Tyson hums, sucking at your skin, undoubtedly leaving you a little gift to cover up for your first day of class.

“On your cock,” You bat your eyelashes, playing into Tyson’s game because you needed some release, “All over it, please-”

Tyson kicked off his boxers, taking his own cock in his hand and pumping it a few times. He tapped your clit the head, smirking when you moaned underneath him. This was better than he imagined, all of those unwanted dirty dreams about you that seemed to be more frequent over the summer. You let your free hand move, Tyson’s head thrown back when you lined his dick up your core, guiding him inside of you, “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Tyson dropped your hand, both of his large hands gripped your hips tightly while he slammed into you. Your legs with shaking from pleasure, “Fuck, right there, please I’m so close-”

Tyson wrapped one of your legs around his waist, hitting you deeper. His arms were on both sides of your head, his lips pressed up against your ears when he spoke, “Cum for me princess.”

Tyson’s deep groans sent you over the edge, your pussy fluttering around his cock while he fucked you through your orgasm. His lips parted, hips sputtering when he pulled out and came all over your stomach with a loud fuck. You both fell silent, the realization that you broke your own rule about Mat’s stupid friends washing over you. It wasn’t regret, it was something you couldn’t quite explain. Tyson finally fell next to you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, letting his light kisses trail down your shoulder, “Let me get the shower ready for you.”

You nod, letting your eyes follow Tyson’s ass as he wandered through your place in search of your bathroom. An aftercare king too? Maybe you were biting off more than even you could chew with this one. You grab your phone, rolling your eyes at Mat’s unanswered texts complaining that you’d already replaced him with Tyson. Your fingers dance across the screen, typing up the text you’d been meaning to send since Tyson was at your front door.

You could’ve warned me Tyson got hot, you know?

You didn’t even last two weeks did you?

[drakenology]

Game Over 👾 - Kenma Kozume

gamer!kenma x gamer!reader

summary: kenma works at gamestop and this cutie came in to buy a new game. wonder if she’s single..

author’s note: kenma simps come get yall juice 🥵! we love a gamer boy. hope yall like dis. 🥴

warnings: smut (obviously), softdom!kenma, hair pulling, fluffy stuff, shitty rom-coms and kuroo being a hype man.

Slow days at GameStop were the worst. No one comes in anymore; who the hell still buys disks when you can buy all your games digitally now anyways? Still, it was easy money and something to do over the summer other than sit around and binge play League of Legends all day.

Kenma sighed as he pretended to look busy in front of the manager by fixing the poster wall for the eighth time all shift, mundanity floating through the store as three customers left after just leisurely looking around.

As Kenma’s restocking the playstation game wall he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me do you work here?” A feminine voice asked.

“No. I just wear this fucking uniform shirt because I like it.” Kenma thought to himself before turning his head to face what was possibly the cutest girl he’s ever seen.

Kenma’s not really used to seeing too many girls in the store when he worked so he was a little shocked. But god she was pretty. She was wearing red; one of his favorite colors with these jeans that hugged her legs and thighs so nice he almost choked on his tongue before speaking.

“Uh.. yeah. How can I help you?” He finally responded.

“Hi! Um, I just wanted to know where I can find Fallout 4 for xbox? I’ve been looking everywhere for it and I can’t find it.” She sung. Her voice was like a symphony of everything good in the world. Kenma started to wonder what she’d sound like underneath him while he-

“Yeah. I’ll show you, I had to move them for a while so I could make room for newer games.” Kenma said, leading her towards the wall with all the xbox games were. He reached up high and grabbed the game off rhe top shelf and handed it to her with a meek smile.

“Thanks! I see you’re the only one working so I’ll look around and let you know when I’m ready to checkout.” She said smiling back. Kenma nodded and continued his work slowly so he could stare at her through the shelfs and hangers around the store.

The way she picked up things as she looked at them was adorable; her nose scrunching up as she giggled at the pikachu plushies. Kenma blushed as he watched her look around the store as if it were her first time visiting. She gamed, so it’s not like she’s never been in a gamestop before. But the way she looked at things she liked with fresh eyes was something to ponder on. He had to know her; at least her name.

Anyone who knew Kenma would know he’s not the type to go oogling at some girl and ask for her number, he’s hopelessly shy. But he couldn’t risk not seeing this girl again. As he walked to the counter, he gulped up his reluctance and took a deep breath.

“Hey. Ready when you are.” He said, getting the girl’s attention. She smiled and walked over with her game and a pikachu plushie; of course. She’s so fucking cute.

“Heh. Pikachu?” He teased, hoping he didn’t offend her. She simply laughed and put it on the counter for him to ring up.

“What can I say? I’m 12.” She said, sticking out her tongue with a smirk. Fuck. Kenma gulped again, pathetically blushing right in front of her and hoping she didn’t notice the tint of his cheeks turn bright red. He grabbed her stuff and rang it up, bagging it all nice for her before handing the bag to her.

“Want a receipt?” Kenma asked. She nodded, standing at the counter as she watched him print it out. Shit. The exchange was almost over and he hasn’t even asked her name yet. He had to before it was too late.

“Hey uh.. c-can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Kenma said, looking down at the screen and not into her gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah? What’s wrong, sir?” She asked. Fuck. Sir? Really? What’s she trying to do?

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N, why?”

“I-I wanted to know if I could have your number? And like maybe take you out- o-only if you want to I’m not-“

She laughed, and wrote her name and number on the back of the receipt and handed it back to him.

“Call me. I’d love to go out with you. You seem cool.” Y/N said. She squinted her eyes a little to read Kenma’s name tag.

“Ken..ma? Right? I’ll see you around, Kenma.”

And so began his helpless fall for her.

“Yo! Kenma, how’s it going with Y/N? Been a couple months now, right?” Kuroo asked over the discord server. Kenma blushed and looked down at his phone to see that you texted him.

“We’re good. She’s actually coming over in a bit so this will be my last game.” He said, smiling a little at your sweet message.

“Hey, Kenny! I’m on my way over. I’m raiding your kitchen btw I’m hungry 🤤 .”

“Ooooh, Kenma’s ‘bout to get some pussssayyy!” Kuroo teased. Kenma cringed and covered his flustered face as if anyone could see him.

“Shut up. Sh-she and I are taking it slow. I dunno if we’ll even go there today. None of your business anyways, perv!” Kenma explained, nervous about you coming over for the first time like ever.

You two had been on a few dates now, he had even met your roommate and your other friends. You two got so close after that day you had met at the GameStop and he was so grateful he came to work that day instead of calling out to binge play videogames. Kuroo erupted in furious laughter and continued his games with Kenma, enthused about him about finally getting some.

“Gotta hand it to you man, you managed to get yourself a hottie. And a gamer at that. I’m jealous.” Kuroo added, Kenma rolling his eyes.

He knew it too though. Kenma wasn’t necessarily a ladies man so it was a mystery what drew you to him. Still, he’s grateful he could spend his time with you even if you guys weren’t set in stone just yet.

Just as the game wrapped up, he received a call from his new favorite person.

“Hey, Kenma. I’m outside! Lemme in!” You giggle into the phone before the front door flung open, Kenma scooping you into his arms.

“Hey, you. Missed you.” He said into your hair. You smile and hug him back, following his lead inside. His little apartment was so cozy, gamer memorabilia all over the place as it screamed “Kenma”. It was so him. You smile and walk into his bedroom, thinking nothing of it as you gawk at his gaming setup.

“Woah. Didn’t know working at gamestop could get you a $1,000 set up!” You exclaim. Kenma laughed.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you. I game professionally. GameStop is just another way for me to be close to videogames. Discounts are nice too.” He explained.

“So you’re a streamer?”

“Yup. You should watch me sometime. I-If you want.” Kenma said flustered. You smile and hook your arms around his neck and give him a peck on the nose.

You two spent most of the day talking about games and the lastest on manga you were both reading. Everytime you talked to him, he gave you something new to read and you’d talk about it next time you talked about it together.

Soon, you two were cuddling and watching shitty rom-coms; making fun of them became your favorite past time. You chuckle as the female protagonist says something completely cheesy about loving her love interest forever and gag at the kissing scene, Kenma covering his face in second hand embarrassment.

Then he took one look at you, snuggled up against him with your ass poking out against his groin. You were the little spoon, his arms around your waist as you look up at him from time to time to make a comment on the movie. Kenma was in love. But he had no idea how to tell you without scaring you off. What if it’s too soon? What if she doesn’t feel the same?

A cheesy sex scene displayed on the T.V causing you to get a little hot. Sure it was pretty lame but the thought of having sex right now; especially cuddled up with a cute boy, wasn’t too bad of an idea. Kenma’s sweating a little too, his dick growing hard as he realized the girl he really liked was laying in bed with him while watching borderline porn together; his face red as tomatos.

“Shit, I hope she doesn’t feel my dick poking against her. Fuck, she’s just so pretty.. I just wanna-“

“K-Kenma..?” You breath out, wet and face full of embarrassment.

“Yeah?” He said.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know how to say this but.. I’m h-horny.” You whisper as if someone else was in the room other than you two.

“A-Are you really?” Kenma asked, his dick growing more at the thought of how wet you were under your sweatpants, how hard and perky your nipples were under your bra. Fuck, he had to have you.

“Yeah.. I don’t know why but this scene is.. kinda turning me on.” You said, turning to face him to see his face bright red and eyes full of lust. You gulp, just as hungry as he is.

“Me too.” He said, staring down at your plump lips.

“Yeah?” You ask with seduction coating your tongue unintentionally, licking your lips as you bit down lightly as you looked up at him.

“Yeah.”

Kenma inched closer to your face, you following his lead as your lips finally met; your first kiss. The kiss was heavy, hands exploring and groping each other as you both moan into the kiss.

Clothes are shed and thrown to the side of the bed, Kenma drinking in the sight of your half naked body and savoring it. He pulled you back into the kiss, his tongue searching your mouth as you received him eagerly. You were making out so heavily, foreplay almost wasn’t even needed with how wet you got from his touch and kiss. You became so needy for him, the spot between your legs aching as your heart skipped eight beats.

“Kenma I-“ you said breaking the kiss, interrupted by a feral Kenma.

“No. I-I wanna take my time with you. Don’t rush.” You nod, Kenma grabbing your chin to pull you up to kiss him again.

You gasp, his hands a little cold as he touched your breasts. He groped and squeezed them, playing with your nipples as your squirm to gain friction in your panties.

You’re whining against Kenma’s mouth, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most. As Kenma pulled away, he took a brief moment to look down at your body as he climbed on top of you.

“You’re so pretty.” He gushed, causing you to giggle and reach up to move his hair from his face.

“You too. U-Uh I mean, you’re handsome.” You said weakly, aching for something more than just kissing. He smirked at you, like a switch went off in his mind. He wasn’t the sweet and shy Kenma he was a second ago, feral lust changing his demeanor as he took a nipple into his mouth. You moan, your breath shaky as he ghosts his fingers over your panties; him feeling a wet spot on them as he hummed.

“You’re so wet, angel.” He moaned, you surprised at your new nickname. Kenma’s fingers are pulling your panties aside expertly and coating them in your slick in seconds, your moans filling his ears as he prodded them at your entrance. Your breathing becomes uneven as he slids them inside, suckling on your nipple as he looked you in the eyes.

You’re a moaning mess for him, the sounds of the movie playing were drowned out by your pathetic little moans as Kenma fingered you with his slim fingers.

“Hah.. Uuugh, K-Kenmaaa.” You gasp, an orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach. Kenma chuckled, pulling away from your breast to coax you; talking you through the orgasm about to wash over your body as his fingers hooked to find that spot you like.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asks, you unable to answer as you hold his arm for dear life. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes! God, Ah! I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” He cooed, rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your legs nearly jolt closed, the pleasure becoming too much as you boil over.

“Yeahhhh baby. Good girl.” He mumbled, rubbing your clit slowly to help ride out your peak, leaving soft kisses on your forehead to soothe you.

You let out a deep sigh, warn out from fingering alone. No one has ever made you feel this good using just his hands. Imagine what he can do to you with his dick.

“Bend over, baby.” Kenma said, motioning for you to turn over on the bed by tapping your outer thigh. You blink dumbly at him, your high still lingering as you flip yourself over on the bed and lay flat.

“Ass up.” He demanded, striking your ass with just enough power to snap you out of your finger-dumb trance. You yelp and arch your back, bringing your ass closer to him as he grabbed your hips.

Kenma stayed still for a while and marveled at your ass bent over for him, rubbing your ass with his big hands and smacking it every so often. He bit his lip, mumbling fuck under his breath as he teased his dick against your already worn out pussy.

You turn to look back at him, lust in your eyes and a face Kenma would never forget.

“F-fuck me. Please Ken, I n-need you.” You beg, tearing up at the feeling of Kenma’s smooth dick brushing up against your sensitive clit.

“Say no more, baby. Gonna fuck you so good.” He hissed, nearly shoving himself inside. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously forcing a guttural moan from your chest.

Kenma started his pace hard yet slow, making sure you felt every inch; every vein of his dick, giving it his all as he ripped your noises from your mouth.

You’re panting, unable to keep up with him as you grip onto the sheets. You shoved your face into his pillows, screams uncontrollably leaving your lips as Kenma started brutally pounding into your poor pussy.

“Uhhnnn! I-I love you Kenma!” You shout, biting down on the pillow as you feel your chest get hot in embarrassment. God, why did you have to say love? Surely he doesn’t feel the same just yet.

“Fuck, I love you too, Y/N. Hah, I wanted to say that to you for so long.” Kenma admits, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you up to him as he hummed sweet praised into your ear as he fucked you stupid. You sob, relieved he felt the same way.

The ultimate exchange of love between two people emerged as he threw you back onto the bed and raised on leg up onto the bed to gain a better angle on that sweet spot of yours causing you to shriek and clench around him as you come close to cumming. Suddenly, the searing hot pleasure stops as Kenma pulled out of you. You whine, your entire body shuddering from the extreme loss.

“Get up. I want you over my desk.” Kenma said, pulling you off the bed by your arm. He was being so rough with you right now you almost thought you were fucking a completely different person; Kenma the shy and awkward gamer boy transformed into the sexiest Dom you’d ever been with.

Your legs wobble as you stood bent over his desk and gaming set up, your naked chest pressed against the cold wood as you wait for him to fuck you again. Kenma prodding himself at your entrance and leaned down close to your ear, sliding himself inside you once more with a grunt.

“You feel so good, you know that? Ugh, I’m gonna ruin you.” He huffed, you answering with a whine. He’s plowing you into his desk before you can respond properly, your hands glued onto the sides of it for dear life. Sooner than late, your orgasm is knocking at your door. Tears bubble in your eyes as you cry out for Kenma.

“C-C-Can I cum now? P-please godd let me cum Ken, ahhah!” You babble, almost unable to hold yourself back for much longer as he pummeled you nice and hard.

“G’head, baby. Cum nice and hard for me.” Kenma granted, giving your ass a hard smack to make you clench around his dick harder as you came. It was amazing. It was like a volcano erupted inside you, loud moans and sobs filling the room as your chest heaved in and out.

Kenma ruts into you one last time and pulls out swiftly, stroking his dick to release himself onto your ass as you sigh from the loss. You both stand still for a while, Kenma staring down at your coating ass cheeks and you at your fucked out reflection of his monitor. You feel him step away, too drunk off your orgasm to even care what he’s doing as he cleans you up and leads you back to bed.

“I dunno where I threw your shirt so I’m just gonna grab one of mine, okay?” Kenma says, rubbing small circles into your back. You nod, eyes closed as you hum into the pillow in comfort.

You tried not to doze off as Kenma dressed you in some clothes of his that you were totally going to steal, his scent coating the fabric of his t-shirt. After a little while, Kenma’s in bed with you lacing his body with yours as he stroked your back to soothe you to sleep.

“Can I sleep over?” You ask cutely. Kenma smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Duh.” He said. You giggle and nuzzle your head into his chest, taking in his scent as you start to doze off.

“Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Did you mean that? What you said when we were... you know.” You ask, unsure. Kenma grabbed your chin and turned you to face him.

“Of course. I-I uh..” He paused. “I knew loved you the day I met you, Y/N.”

You tear up, pulling him up to kiss you.

“Same.” You say, holding him impossibly closer.

“So does this mean we’re-“ Kenma’s interrupted by the sound of you falling fast asleep, small snores driving Kenma into cuteness overload. He sighs, kissing your forehead as you slept on his chest.

Moments like these are truly ones to cherish.

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Revenge is best served Small

Reader x Fred Weasley

Reader x George Weasley

NO TWINCEST!!

SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!

(Just to make this less awkward on all of us, yes I am clearly going through some stuff, and yes everyone enjoys what happens to them in this, even if it's reluctantly. Nothing unconsensual. 6,486 words)

[There’s a comment on this post that perfectly summarises it: “i have no idea what just happened to me all i know is that i will never be the same after reading this” so... read at your own risk my dudes, I am so sorry]

You slam a fist into the common room desk, glaring down at your potions homework with enough anger to perform the killing curse on it. Or maybe crucio would be better, just so the homework can suffer all the same pains it's inflicting on you.

A chair at the table scraps against the floor with someone plonking themselves on it. You look up to see Fred Weasley, leaning over the desk to stare down at your paper, "Having trouble with your potions essay?" He asks, evidently just to piss you off because it's pretty obvious you were.

"Bugger off, Weasley. We can't all pay zero attention during class and still get perfect grades" you focus back on your work, but not fast enough to miss Fred's shit eating grin.

"Still mad I got a better grade on our end of semester test?"

"No!" You snap back, perhaps a little too quickly. It made the ginger chuckle. You and the twins had been good friends since first year, but it infuriated you to no end every time they got a good grade, because you just knew it was all talent and no effort.

The twin crossed his arms and leant them on the table, scooting closer to you, "Not that I don't love the look of anger on your face, but why does it annoy you so much? You've been going on about this for six years"

"It doesn't matter, I just wanna get this stupid essay over with!" you complain, throwing your quill on the desk, "Where's your brother, anyway? He said he would help me."

Fred pats your head and sighs, "Ditched by your own boyfriend? There's tragic..." You knew he was just being a prick, Fred always did enjoyed teasing you, but you hadn't seen George all day. It was beginning to worry you. Besides, you two had made it a tradition to do your potions homework together ever since third year.

"He actually sent me here to apologise. He's at tonight's party up in Ravenclaw tower. The ol' sod's drunk a bit too much to help out I'm afraid"

You sit up and frown, the anger being pushed to the back of your mind out of newfound sadness, "Oh... he could have at least told me he was going to the party..."

Fred nods sympathetically, but eventually grins and scoots closer, "In the meantime, how about a deal?" You'll be getting whiplash from all these emotions. First anger, then hurt, and now Fred was making you highly suspicious. He has that expression he gets when dreaming up a crazy plan.

"If you help me with a little scheme I've concocted, I'll help you finish your essay" he continues since the only reaction you initially gave was a squint.

"What kind of scheme?"

He drums the table, bitting back a smile that might warn you off, "I've come up with a new product idea, but in order to make it, I need a very rare ingredient that can only be found in one place"

You sigh, resting your cheek against your raised fist, "Snape's supply closet..."

He points at you like in charades, "Exactly!"

"How do I know you'll actually help me? Making a deal with you is a bit like making a deal with the devil"

"We'll get the essay done tonight!" He declares, spinning the paper to face him, and picking up a nearby quill, "Then tomorrow, you'll help me get the potion"

After a fair amount of consideration, you nod, "Alright, deal!"

"Remind me again what the plan is?" You and Fred were stood in the women's bathroom on the first floor, a bathroom you generally tried to avoid as it was occupied by a particularly annoying ghost called Moaning Myrtle. She didn't seem to be revealing herself though, which you assumed had something to do with Fred teasing her about her nickname and the... other connotations "moaning" has.

Fred took a small vial from his trouser pocket. The contents were green and bubbling, "First, I'll drink this shrinking potion, then you'll take me in your robe pocket all the way to Snape's classroom and put me on the third shelf up next to his supply closet. I'll sneak in through the hole my brother and I drilled there years ago, grab the bottle and get out!"

"You mean you and George have done this before?" you asked, watching as he set the bottle down on the edge of the sink, taking off his robe to hang it over the cubicle wall

He turned back to watch him roll the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, "Yeah, every now and then if we need tough to find ingredients"

"And what exactly do I do?"

"Well, while I'm getting the bottle, you keep an ear out for Snape, then when I get out, you grab me and the bottle, put me in your robes and bring us back here so I can have my regrowth potion" he pulls another vial out of his pocket which is red and shiny.

"Sound good" you say, while he plonks the potion back into his pocket, and pops off the cork on the shrinking one.

"Bottoms up" he says, and downs the contents. The second he does, Fred begins to shrink! His clothes, thankfully, shrink down in size with him, until finally, he was no bigger than your pinky.

"Wow!" You exclaim, squatting down, "This is super dangerous. I could step on you."

"Please don't..." Fred mutters, his pitch the exact same despite his small size, just a bit quieter due to the distance and size of his mouth and all that. Damn, TV and movies have lied to you. A look of mild horror suddenly adorns Fred's face as he pulls something out from his trouser pocket. It's so small, you had trouble realising it was his regrowth potion, "Oh bugger! I forgot about that..."

You were tempted to lie down on your stomach and be as close as you could to eye level, but you doubted that would be very sanitary on the bathroom floor, "What's wrong?"

"I just realised I let the potion shrink with me! Now it won't work! It'll only grow me back to the size of a foot, if we're lucky"

"Speaking from experience?"

"Unfortunately." he shivers, "But it's okay, we'll just have to stop off at my room afterwards to get some more. I always make extra if I can afford to"

"Well that's good. Ready to go?"

"Absolutely" he held up his arms and you scooped him up like you would a wand. You got to your feet and were about to place him in your pocket when you noticed you still had your potions essay folded up inside. Fred had helped you finish it last night, the legend. Took you until 4 am to finish writing it.

You put him in your breast pocket instead, for fear that your robes might fly around too much and he might fall out, or that someone might bump into you and squash him. The breast pocket was at least hidden and safe. Besides, there were still two layers separating him from your actual boobs.

You opened the door and peaked your head through, checking to see if anybody was there. Nobody. Brilliant. Hurrying down the cobbled hallway, you B lined to the stairs leading down to the dungeons, and hurried to the classroom door. You and Fred had a free period right now, so that would explain why it seemed you and he were the only ones not in class. Despite how thankful you were for Fred's help, you wouldn't have skipped lessons to do this, it's risky enough as it is. Fast walking now, you peeped your head into Snape's office, where beyond it lay the door to his private stash.

"He better not come, Fred, or I'll squash you"

"Don't worry, he's in his lesson! Only got one potions teacher"

You thought this over and realised that yeah, there is only one... why the fuck do they only have one teacher for each subject? Do they get breaks? That's unlikely seeing as they have to teach all four houses in all seven years over the span of only five days a week. That's mental that is. Regardless, you would have the time to ponder this later, for now you had a potion to steal. You crept into Snape's office and shut the door, pulling out your wand and enchanting "Colloportus" to lock it behind you.

Fred really knew what he was talking about, because there were indeed shelves next to the closet door. The third one up was even covered with books, and when you grabbed Fred out from your pocket and plonked him on the shelf, he pointed to the dusty copy of 'The Moral Implications of Love Potions' and you took it out to reveal a hole behind it big enough for tiny Fred, “This looks like an interesting read..." you mutter, flipping over to read the blurb. There was a mini scoff, and by mini you mean it was produced by a mini person.

"Right, well, you have fun reading that, I'll search for the potion. Be back in a second" and he was off, disappearing through the hole. You sigh, fidgeting with anxiety at possibly getting caught. Doesn't make sense though, Snape is in class, he has no reason to come in here. When do lessons end anyway? You glance around for a clock but don't find any. Serves you right for not wearing a watch... would a watch even work at Hogwarts?

You flipped open the book and began reading a random page: Dr Eglantine proposed the following moral dilemma: if two people love each other but are too afraid to admit to one another, is it wrong for one of them to drug the other with love potion? Wizarding philosophers are torn on this issue, and when intercourse is involved, the grey area becomes even larger—

There was a loud bang from outside, which made your heart drop. You scurry over to the door, pressing your ear against the cool wood, holding your breathe in hopes of hearing better. The sound of students filled your ears, but not just a few students having a free period, but a whole herd of them. That could only mean one thing: class had ended... Oh fuck!

"Fred!" you cry out in the quietest panic you can muster, scurrying over to the hole, "Snape is coming."

"Almost... there!" Fred called between grunts, emerging with the bottle. You snatched it up, preparing to despose of it into your pocket when Fred raised a valid argument, "Don't put it in there! Snape will check your pockets when he finds you here!" He began downing his second potion, growing only to the size of a regular sized hand, "Damn"

"Oh, right" you scan your body for another hiding place, then the thought came to you. You shove the vial up your shirt and into your bra.

"Great, now me!" Fred exclaims, raising his arms up.

"I can't put you in my bra! You're too big, he'll see you!" You scoop him, holding his torso like a toothbrush.

He stares up at you in stunned confusion, "Really? That was what was wrong with that plan?"

You realised you ought to have said 'no you pervert I'm not letting you touch my boobs' but now wasn't the time to curse yourself for it. Your heart was hammering with fear, inspecting your body for somewhere to stash him. The doorknob rattled, and the sickeningly familiar tone of Snape's voice cursed that it was locked. Your time was up, there was only one thing for it! You pulled away the elastic of your skirt and stuck him down there,

“WOAH—!" He yelped, hair practically standing on end.

"Just hold onto the elastic along the outside and we should be fine!" You put him onto your outer right thigh, knowing full well that a pair of shorts and a pair of underwear and a whole thigh were separate him from... that.

"Alohamora!" the door swung open just as you were putting the book back, and there stood Snape, in all his emo glory. He froze, clearly having not expected to find anyone inside. Once the shock had left his system, he straightened up and glared at you, “What exactly do you think you are doing?" his nasally voice grilled, doing nothing good for your nerves, which were in absolute tatters at the moment.

"I was looking for you, w-when someone locked me in the class" you scramble, the lie just about the worst you could come up with. You had to remind yourself that Fred was on the outside of your thigh. Considering he was in your skirts at all, that was the most innocent position he could be in. All he had to do was hold on to the elastic of your shorts and you should be fine!

"Why?" he trudged further into the classroom.

"Why was I looking for you or why did someone lock me in the class—?"

"Why were you looking for me?" His booming voice told you that you were on thin ice.

"Ah yes, well, I... I was having trouble with the essay assigned for tomorrow, and thought maybe you could help me"

Snape closed the door and came to lean on his large desk, "Do you really expect me to believe that one of my students, who has never once asked a question in six years, is now asking a question?"

You frown, so suddenly insulted that you almost forgot about Fred on your leg, "Professor Snape, I ask questions all the time"

"Oh, how unmemorable you are then" he sneers, making you fume, "Regardless, I'm going to need to search your pockets"

You sighed, "Yes, sir"

He stalked over to you, holding out a hand for your robes. You pushed the sleeves off each shoulder, removing it, and dumped it into his palm. As he began to examine it, you felt Fred's shoes scrapping against your skin. It's as though he's trying desperately to find a foothold, no doubt still exhausted from having to push the bottle. If he falls, not only will you be caught, but Fred could get seriously injured!

Again, you knew what you had to do but hesitated to do it. As subtly as you could, you extended the elastic of your skirt, took Fred out, then plonked him into your shorts. His entire body went flush against yours, no doubt the skin tight shorts were crushing him. As long as there was no more risk of him falling... Hopefully it wasn't suffocating him though.

"If it's too tight, move" you hissed, keeping your eyes trained on Snape, who unfortunately heard you.

"What did you say?"

"I said—" you took a sharp breath, feeling Fred's back sink further into the fat of your thigh as he pushed away the area of fabric suffocating him, "If it's too tight, move" you repeated loudly for the two men in the room. "The pockets get a bit stuck sometimes so you have to jostle it around a bit" you added to give fake context to an instruction that wasn't even meant for Snape.

The shadowy teacher was evidently confused, but decided to ignore your outburst. Meanwhile, you could feel Fred inching along the front of your thighs, moving closer to your core. This was fine, as you didn't exactly want him to asphyxiate in your shorts, that would be a tragic way to go. You did hope, however, that he wouldn't overshoot his target, and fall into the abyss between the crotch and pant leg. Just as you had thought it, you felt the man slip. You gasped, pressing your legs a little closer together, enough for him to reach out and grab the first piece of fabric he could get his hands on. Unfortunately for the both of you, that piece of fabric were your panties. You wondered whether he knew what he was doing, when he began to scramble onto it, lying down flat onto the crotch like a hammock. Your question was quickly answered by the sensation of his arms sticking into your folds, and the subsequent wriggling of regret.

Sucking in a deep breath, you had to grip the nearby desk with all your might to stop a loud moan escaping your lips. Regardless of how bizarre and awful this situation was, having anything rub against your clit was an arousal waiting to happen. Poor guy must have though those were your shorts he grabbed before... You were just about to dig in and help, when Snape extended your robes back to you. You'd have to walk, with mini Fred mushed into you vagina, all the way to grab it. Praying he might forgive you one day, you stepped forward, effectively compromising Fred's escape, trapping him between your knickers and crack. Talk about getting stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Very well, I will take a look at your homework" and he rounded the desk, unfurling the essay he had taken from your pocket and sitting down in preparation to help. You swallow, approaching the table as he skimmed through it. He paused for a moment to look up, "Well, sit down" he ordered.

Staring down at the chair, you gulped. Every time you sit down during class, the skin tight shorts you wear, under your Hogwarts skirt, ride up into your ass. Having that happen right now is about as undesirable as they come, "Um, I'd rather not, if that's alright with you"

He blinked and looked back down at your work, "Well anyway, the beginning of your essay seems promising." You smiled, that was the part you wrote by yourself. Just wait until he gets to the part Fred helped you with. There were things he told you on the topic that you swore you had never heard before, you'll look like such an expert! Speaking of, the unfortunate blighter had given up on his attempts to leave, probably worried that his efforts might be thwarted again by your moving thighs. He was now using his hands and knees to keep himself pushed away from you. If you thought about it hard enough, you could convince yourself Fred was just a bumpy pad with a tuft of hair on the end... that moved.

Alright now body, I know you're an animal that listens to its instincts more than its brain, but please don't respond the same way you usually do when something— anything is pressing against you. You thought to yourself. We are not creating any new weird kinks today, thank you very much. Besides, the poor guy is going through enough as it is.

"You think Felix Felicis was created by Felix Williams... and that it contains balm, angel's trumpet, bitter root, and a single strawberry cooked under a full moon" he looked up from your work, pinning you with an expression of cold unamusement.

He must be testing you. Fred's a prankster but he isn't a dick... most of the time. He wouldn't. He couldn't! "Yes...?"

"Your Wolfsbane... does it contain any other nonsense ingredients I should know about?"

You froze, as did the guy in your pants. He must have heard, and Merlin have mercy he was going to pay for what he'd done!

This was just like that incident in fourth year all over again! You were in the showers after a quidditch match and Fred snuck in and stole your clothes and towel. When you realised you would had to run butt fucking naked all the way to your room, you were absolutely furious. Fred was lounging in the common room, along with twenty or so other people, and they all watched as you went gunning for the stairs. George felt awful, having not known his brothers prank, and offered to obliviate anyone who talked about it. It was then you realised Fred could be kind of a dick, and George was the man for you.

Fascinated by just how much Fredrick Weasley had fucked you over yet again, you decided to plop down on the chair opposite Snape. The moment you did, the skin tight shorts became skin tight. Fred's entire body went flush against yours, sending a delicious zap up your spine that attempted to summon a moan you coughed back, “Sorry, I wasn't trying to insult you with my work... I got a friend to help and it seems he was just taking the piss" Fred was moving, his chest bumping and smoothing over your clit. You had to actively try not to squeeze your thighs around him to increase the pressure.

George had bought you a dildo once as a "joke" (he just wanted to watch you wank yourself off, the kinky bugger) and you had run it between your folds, but that pailed in comparison to this. This was far better. Fred is made up of so many intricate parts, each of them squirming against you. His legs, for example, were kneading the source of your arousal. His shoes were in there now, using it as a foothold to try and push his way out. It was heavenly.

"Now I might remember you, as the girl with a poor judge of character" Snape interjected, pulling you out of your sexual haze. If the context were different, you might have gotten mad, but you couldn't bring yourself to at the moment. Not while you were getting oh so sweet revenge on a certain someone, "Well, for starters, dragon bone isn't an ingredient in any of these, so we might as well cross that off the list—" he took his red ink and began marking your paper. His voice became a distant drone in the background as you disassociated once against, focusing on how Fred had began shimmying his way to freedom. If only you could quicken his pace. If only you could rock your hips and fuck yourself against him. You weren't available to move, but he certainly was.

Leaving the one hand there on the desk, to rest your chin against, the other snuck under the table and under the hem of your skirt and shorts. Your fingers hovered above him, a little unsure what to do, until the index finger took initiative and pressed down onto his back through the pants. If he wasn't mushed against you before, he sure as hell was now. His hands slap your folds, but you could feel his head angled up for air. He should be fine.

You experiment by pushing him up. There his chin is triggering the most sensitive nerves of your clit! You roll your hips to savour it, using your thumb to squash his head down and create a more prominent friction. The round nature of his face and bumps making up his features created the most delicious rub. You had to loop your feet behind the desk's legs in order to stop your thighs from crushing him. When he slaps you for air, you reluctantly moved your thumb and pushed his body down. Now his feet were teasing your entrance with the sensation of being filled. You sat down more firmly onto your chair to shove him deeper inside of you. You pushed him up again, then down, up, down, repeating the gesture while his limbs squirmed, awakening new flesh with every swipe. Your middle finger joined the index's perch on his back to pick up the pace. You bit your lip and sucked a deep breath through your nose to push down all the noises that were bubbling to the surface. The only thing that could have moulded you any better than Fred would have been a literal mould. Even then, it wouldn't have been nearly so fun to hump.

You were now rolling him against you in deep tight circles. Your hips were swaying in time, and as much as you wanted to use your whole hand to rub him madly against you, you thought Snape might notice your entire arm thrusting under the table. Unconsciously, your thighs tighten around him, sucking him almost up into you. You lull your head back and arch into him, sighing in bliss. When Snape looked up, you snapped your head back down and froze, biting your fist in order to stop yourself whining in disapproval.

"Does that make sense?"

"Yes sir" what on earth were you agreeing to? You hadn't the foggiest.

"Then don't waste my time with useless garbage like this again. If you haven't produced a coherent, serious essay by tomorrow, I'll be deducting twenty points from your house. Now go!" He pointed to the door.

You had half a mind to snap back, but thought: to hell with him! You had things that needed your immediate attention, and no hooked nose, greasy hair, middle aged virgin was going to ruin that for you! “Very well, thank you sir" you stood up, and to your eternal disappointment, it loosened the strain of your clothes to unstick Fred from your cunt.

Exiting the class, you were devastated to find the hallway packed with students ready for their next potions lesson. The women's bathroom was just around the corner and up the stairs. All you had to do was get to it. You sped walked around the students, opting to push some aside rather than do any fancy footwork and likely squash the man inside of you. From the lack of movement, you guessed he had probably made peace with the situation. Luckily for you though, the movement of your walking kept banging him against you, and you had to stop yourself from dropping to the floor right then and there to grind him furiously against you.

When finally you had made it to the bathroom, casting "Colloportus" on the door for some privacy, you froze at the sight of someone stood inside with their back to you. You recognised those ginger locks straight away.

"George?" you called. He let go of the robe he was examining over the cubicle door and beamed, bounding up to you with all the excitement of a puppy.

"Darling! I've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?"

What to say, what to say. You doubted rubbing your shrunk brother against my vagina in revenge would be largely acceptable, so you opted to white lie, "Oh, I needed Snape to help me with my potions essay"

George frowned, "Why'd you do that? I could have helped you. Can't imagine ol' hook nose was as fun as me"

"Well maybe if you weren't at that party last night—"

"What party?"

Judging by Fred's immediate scramble to break free, you imagined George was about to tell you something that would spell out very bad news for his twin. To stop his escape, you move a hand behind your back to fist your underwear and hoist it up, making it impossible to give way, "Fred told me you were at the Ravenclaw party last night..."

George's chocolate brown eyes widen in horror, immediately replaced by a scowl as he looked up to curse the air. Little did he know he actually should have been glancing down if he wanted to curse his brother. His squirming against you was making this entire thing leagues better, "What? Oh that prick! I was sick last night with a cold and sent him to apologise to you because I didn't want you catching it while Madam Pomfrey's sweets took effect"

Your cunt was fluttering in anticipation for what long and hard revenge you were about to take. Fred was scrambling so wildly, you couldn't wait to get down to business, "That asshat. He said you were drunk and convinced me to steal some stupid potion with him"

George's anger multiplied, "Bloody hell! I told him not to do that"

"What do you mean?" You were genuinely curious, but your body had literally no care in the world. It was hoisting your pants even higher to keep Fred glued there, wriggling your hips as your breathing became laboured.

George didn't seem to notice, "He was planning on making a thing of love potion with it. Told him it was a stupid idea and he was perfectly popular enough to get anyone he wanted without it. He's got hundreds of girls and guys in the past, I can't think of who he thought he needed to trick..." you consider it for a moment. That was a very good question, it's strange for Fred to care so much about someone... but this could be left for another time.

You hook your foot behind George's leg and brought it forward to wedge it in between yours. Without warning you hopped up and felt Fred immediately sink into your flesh. You doubled over, gripping George's shoulders, and moaning to savour the feel of being entirely and completely touched. George had to brace his hands against the door either side of your head to stop himself from falling over. In surprise rapture, he watched as you were already so unravelled. Finally, the surface you needed. Twins were supposedly two halfs of a whole, and never before had that sentiment rung so true. His leg was the missing component that pushed Fred so absolutely into you, no margin of error. All of him was rubbing against you now as you began humping without mercy.

You thrust yourself forwards and backwards, side to side, around in broad circles. Your folds accommodated him so well, stretching to make sure he always stayed between them. At times you were almost sure you could feel them curling around him, to keep him there as a permanent feature. Tempting indeed, he certainly made walking more fun, and imagine the possibilities in History of Magic. He could get you off under the table without anyone having a clue!

Fred was becoming slick with your arousal, lubricating him into slipping and sliding into usually unattainable flesh you never knew yearned for touch. And because of George's pressure under him, his hold on those neglected areas of your cunt was positively sinful. You throw your head back, your hands on George's shoulders, tugging up and down to massage yourself against Fred.

"What is that bump in your pants?" he finally questioned, having snapped out of his shock.

"Just a sex toy" you reply earnestly, making no alterations to your position.

There was a sudden sting on your clit that made you yelp and stop for a moment. Fred must have bit you... and it was incredible. You wondered whether you could get him to do it again, "It's loves being in there while I fuck myself with it. A tool for my pleasure" You were bouncing up and down like a rubber ball, poking him to react. He still wasn't doing anything to participate, but it was fine. You were doing more than enough for the both of you. All he needed to do was be there as you pounded yourself onto him. Then, your continuous lifting and applying onto him made his shoulder lodge so deep inside of you, you let out a howling moan, crushing George's lips to yours in order to muffle the sheer volume of the scream. He pulls your bottom lip into his mouth, urgently swiping his tongue against yours. You moan and put everything you have into the kiss, allowing him to dive in and taste you. George's lips began to wander, bitting, nibbling and sucking his way to your pulse. His hands came up to hastily undo your tie and shirt, pushing them aside to reveal your bare stomach. As he works your skin into his mouth, creating a glorious love bite on the swell of your neck, his palms fan out across your stomach. You take a sharp breath, as he caressed towards your bra, grinning against you when he notices it's the one he got you for Valentine's Day that unhooks at the front. Lucky coincidence, all your other ones were just dirty.

"I leave you for one night and you become a horny mess" George teases, his hands gliding down your sides to grip your hips. He nudged your legs apart, spreading you wider over your toy. Although he didn't take over the pace, he certainly sped you up. God you could have kissed him for knowing exactly how to whind up your pleasure. A shame then that his mouth was currently occupied with other things. You tangle your hands into his hair as he strokes your nipple with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks to suck it hard. Your head lulled back to angle yourself further into him, whimpering at how close your climax was.

Seemed Fred was just as desperate to get it over with as you were. He was now doing everything in his power to jack you off. He had somehow managed to grasp your clit between his hands, and paired with your thrusting it created a borderline unnatural amount of pleasure. You were screaming with moans. But somehow more importantly than all that, he had his leg plunged inside of you.

That was it. The idea had been toying in your mind this whole time, but now you knew you needed him inside if you. "Wait a second George" you breathed, perching yourself a little higher in order to stick a hand down your panties, pinching Fred so his arms were trapped by his sides, and sliding him, feet first, through your entrance, until nothing showed of him but his head.

Head back, mouth open in an overjoyed groan, something in you snapped. You didn't even have to thrust him in and out. He was twisting, his arms and legs were flailing in the little space available to them. The walls were hugging his every curve, likely trying to suction him to the back. It was the combination of George flicking your nipple with his tongue and Fred massaging your insides that had you finally unravelling. Hot, slick, arousal came dribbling past what little gaps Fred’s body provided, and you went limp in his brother’s arms with one final howl.

George straightened up to hold you close, stroking your hair until you were ready to stand on your own again, “Nifty toy you got there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite so animalistic” he chuckled.

Wiping the sweat of your brow off on your robes, you tried to make yourself look presentable again, smirking up at your boyfriend as you redid the buttons of your shirt, “Yes, well, nothing beats actual sex with you. Wanna go for a round two in your room?”

He beams, “Course! Want me to wait?”

“Nah, I’ll meet you up there” you gesture him away. Normally you would ask him to stay, but you had something to deal with first.

“Alright, see you in five” all excited, he ran for the door, then turned back just as he had performed the unlocking spell to give you a quick peak on the lips, then off he went.

Rummaging around in your shorts, you sigh as you unclog your hole, the contents stringing against Fred as you lift him to eye level. Merlin he looked awful. His fiery hair was stood on end, gelled up with your cum. His white shirt was practically transparent and clung to his abs as though it have been soaked in water. His eyes were a little bloodshot probably from liquid splashing into them, and his lips were rather swollen, like they would be after making out with someone for too long or too roughly. Just generally, your essence was rolling off of him in big globs. You placed your other hand to your mouth and giggled at his appearance, but he seemed the furthest thing from amused. His arms were crossed over his chest, a highly displeased scowl etched across his face.

“Oh don’t look at me like that!” you say, “If you hadn’t planned the robbery so terribly, or lied to me on twooccasions in the 8 hours proceeding it, getting me to write a whole 4 thousand word essay on things that were complete horseshit, humiliating me on front of Snape and—“

“Alright alright—!” He had softened up a little, averting eye contact, but you didn’t care.

“No! I’m not done!” That got his attention again, “Fred, you have been a dick to me for the past six years! Sure, you’re funny and can be sweet sometimes, but most of the time you don’t know where the line is! You prank me all the time, it’s relentless! And today you bloody pushed me over the edge. I had a perfect means of getting revenge and damn it I took it.”

He shrugs, “Whatever, I guess we’re even now”

You open your mouth to continue arguing but snap it shut when you realised what he had said. That really took much less convincing than you though, probably because you were feeling a smidge guilty for going so far in the heat of anger. It’s not like he orgasmed or anything... well if he did you wouldn’t be able to tell, his trousers were drenched, “Yeah, I guess...”

You waddled to the sink, turning both faucets on for lukewarm water, plonking him in the basin to clean off the sticky residue. You then hobbled into the closest stall to grab a wad of tissue and wipe yourself clean with it. Despite how absolutely caked in the stuff Fred was, you were still drenched. You exit the stall a couple of minutes later to find him completely washed down, "Right, let's get you back to your normal size, but let's put you in my pocket this time..."

"What a shame. I had really learned to call your vag my home" the sarcasm drooled from his lips.

You scooped him up, pinning him with a warning eye, "I'll put you back in there if you're not careful."

"Sorry sorry sorry!" he back peddled, extending his arms like a man about to be hit by an unforgivable curse. You gently lay him in your pocket, and snapped your head up to find Moaning Myrtle staring at you in disbelief.

"Umm..." the ghost muttered, for once in her life (or death) at a loss for words.

"Don't tell anyone what you saw here today, Myrtle" you warned, pointing a long threatening finger at her, "Not like they'd believe you anyway"

She nodded vigorously and dove into the nearest sink.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 13) - Whiskey & Cookie Cake

Summary: After returning from his parents, the reader and Jensen have a very special impromptu date. The following day, they make things official and the reader shares an important part of her past with Jensen...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 6,000ish

Warnings: language, flangst

A/N: It’s not my fault if anything in this part makes you cry. Nope, none. Or if you want whiskey and cookie cake ;) Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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“I appreciate you two coming shopping with me,” said Alan as he stared at the flour section of the grocery store, Jensen off in the deli section getting some fresh meat for the grill. “Would you mind getting two bags for me?”

“No problem,” you said, bending down to get some. You sat them in the cart and walked down the aisle with him as he tossed in some yeast. “Are you gonna make your own hamburger rolls?”

“No, Jensen’ll get some from the bakery. My wife likes to make bread and send the kids home with a fresh loaf or two whenever they visit.”

“By kids you mean Jensen,” you said with a smile.

“Well, the other two are close by. They still get it. He liked it a lot after the accident. Couldn’t keep much down the first two weeks aside from bread and rolls,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“Something about trauma, grief and a major leg surgery not being a good combo the doctor told us,” he said as Jensen came up the aisle with his own cart. 

“Hamburgers. Hotdogs. Oh and steaks for me and Y/N,” he said, smiling at his dad.

“You really gonna milk last night for all it’s worth, aren’t ya,” he said. 

“Relax. It’s salmon,” said Jensen with a smirk, his dad groaning. “So yes. You’re gonna eat your fish and stay away from the red meat today and maybe we can start letting last night go.”

“You’re blackmailing me.”

“Blackmailing you would be saying you’re gonna start taking your cholesterol medication everyday,” said Jensen. His dad opened his mouth and Jensen crossed his arms. “Dad. You’re old. Take the medicine. Please.”

“Old. I run three miles every morning. Three,” he said.

“Daddy. Take your medicine.”

“What else do you want?” he sighed. Jensen smirked and walked down the aisle, pointing to the left. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“One time offer. We will never discuss last night ever again if and only if, you get me what is owed to me.”

“This is a grocery store?” you asked, Jensen chuckling. He ran back to grab your hand, pulling you away towards the bakery. 

“Boom,” he said, showing off a massive, massive cookie about the size of two sheet cakes.

“Jensen that’s like two hundred dollars,” you said.

“Eighth birthday. I remember being promised a particular cake from this particular store for my birthday if I got a A’s on every single one of my spelling tests all second grade long and guess who kept up his end of the deal,” said Jensen, crossing his arms.

“Spell optometry,” you said. 

“O, p, t, o, m, i-”

“Etry,” you said, his dad walking over. 

“Well I think I’ll buy the cake for the one that can spell after all,” he said. Jensen’s jaw dropped and he pouted. “Should you tell him or should I?”

“Jensen that cake behind you says Happy Birthday JJ.” He spun around and looked at the cake, cocking his head. “The one next to it says For Mrs. Rodeux’s best speller. Better late than never.”

“Oh. You...got me a cake,” he said.

“I called them first thing to get the second one done. You think I don’t know you kid?” chuckled his dad. Jensen looked at you and narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have to share it. It can go home with you.”

“Yes!” he said, doing a fist pump.

“Yeah, figured that’d win you over,” said his dad with a big smile.

“He really likes cookie cake huh,” you said.

“Just don’t let him eat too much at once or he gets sick.”

“I will do my best.”

Later That Evening

“Where’d Daddy go?” asked Zeppelin as you watched him take a bath back home in Austin. You were starting to get him comfortable with at least somewhat washing himself but for the most part he was still too interested in playing.

“I think he went to the bathroom downstairs,” you said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “You want to get in some warm jammies and have a bedtime story?”

“Not particularly,” he said. You got off the bench and squatted down next to the tub, ruffling his damp hair. 

“How about we dry you off at least,” you said as you felt the water, a little cooler than you would have liked. “Come on. Time for jammies and bed.” 

“No thank you,” he said. 

“Hm. Well that sucks considering...well, you know…” you said. He turned his attention away from his boat and stared up at you. “Don’t you know?”

“No. What?” he asked as he got to his feet.

“You don’t know?” you said, his head shaking. “You gotta dry off and get in your pajamas then so we can go see.”

“See what Y/N?” he asked, climbing out of the tub with your help and picking up his towel. You helped him dry off and handed him his shirt and a pair of pull ups. “Y/N…”

“It’s in your room,” you said, never seeing him change faster as you drained the tub. He ran out the second his shorts were on and down the hall to his room, opening the door. He looked up at you and you nodded to his bed. He climbed on top and and you went over to his bookshelf, picking up the stuffed animal. “You know Wolf Wolfington?”

“Yeah,” he said, kneeling up in bed.

“You know how he’s your favorite?” you said, walking over with the animal behind your back. He nodded and you smiled, pulling the toy out. “I thought you might like him.”

“Wolfington!” he said, giving the stuffed thing a squeeze. “This is awesome!”

“I talked to Wolfington you see and he really wants you to get a bedtime story,” you said. “A really quick one even.”

“Okay,” he said, climbing under the covers with his new toy and his favorite blanket. Ten minutes later he was passed out and you put his book back on the shelf, hitting his light off and nightlight on. You skirted out of the room and shut the door. After cleaning up the bathroom, you wandered downstairs and found Jensen on the back balcony. 

“Hey,” you said as you opened the back door. You slid it shut behind you, Jensen looking out over the yard. “Feel alright?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. You stood beside him, Jensen shifting behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He rested his chin on your shoulder and you smiled.

“S’nice night,” you said.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. You took his hand and turned back towards inside. 

“Meet me on the trampoline in five,” you said. He smirked and headed down the stairs while you gathered up a few items. He was bouncing up and down by the time you got out there, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a container in the other.

“Well this looks promising,” he said, plopping down on his bottom. You set the items down and stepped inside, sliding the container over to him. He popped off the lid and grinned. “You cut up my cookie cake for me.”

“Only if you share,” you said. You cracked the peel off the bottle and took a swig, mouth burning but the taste was good. You handed it to him and took out a piece of cake for yourself, Jensen smirking as he threw back a good two shots. He shook himself out and put the cap back on, taking a big bite of his cake and moaning. He lay back with his head in your lap, smiling up at you. 

“I’m gonna keep you,” he said, smirking and taking another bite.

“I’ll make you a deal. You catch me, you can keep me,” you said, leaning down and pecking a kiss to his nose. He wrapped his arms over his head and around your waist, leaving his cookie on his chest. “No silly. You’re supposed to wait until I’m ready.”

“Oh, my mistake, miss,” he said, popping the last of his piece in his mouth. You took a few more of yours and wiped off your hands, Jensen sitting up just in time to tackle you back on the net, making you both along with the bottle and container bounce. “You’re not very good at this.”

“You don’t play fair,” you said, Jensen smirking before he plopped down on top of you. “Jensen.”

“See that’s twice I’ve caught you. I think you should honestly give up now and accept your fate with me forever.”

“Oh no! The cookie cake!” you said. He sat up and spun around, giving you a chance to crawl out from under him and over to the other side of the trampoline. “Sucker.”

“That you’re just gonna have to pay for,” he said. He jumped and bounced over to you, missing you as you rolled away. You giggled and went to stand but he was already right there and picking you up. “What to do with a troublemaker like you?”

“Drink, eat way too much dessert and look at the stars?” you asked.

“Cuddling is non-negotiable,” he said. 

“I suppose I can live with that,” you sighed dramatically. He grinned and started to bounce lightly, your arms going around him. “Don’t drop me.”

“Never,” he said, jumping up high with you, your arms squeezing him tight. He laughed and did it again before setting you down. He held up a finger and jogged back to the house, ducking inside and returning with a blanket. He handed it to you and you laid it out on the trampoline, Jensen laying back beside you.

“Just so we’re clear,” you said, taking a sip from the bottle while he got out another piece of cake and trading with you, “I totally let you catch me.”

“Gonna play it that way are we?” he chuckled. 

“Yup,” you said, Jensen turning and resting his head back on your stomach. You played with his hair, his eyes closing briefly while he chewed. He stared up at the dark sky, humming to himself. “I can tell you’re better than this morning.”

“Yeah. I know this chick. She has a knack for making everything better,” he said. You ran your fingers through his strands, taking a deep breath. “Did you know I make music on occasion?”

“The guy with guitars and records and music stuff all over his house? No, never,” you laughed. He reached a hand up and ruffled your head. 

“I’m serious, like I’ve recorded in a studio. I have an album,” he said.

“Really?” you asked. “You’ve never told me that.”

“I lost the mood for it a while back. It might be coming back,” he said. He was quiet and you twirled a piece of his hair, Jensen smiling and nuzzling back against you.

“Where’d you go during kiddos bath?” you asked.

“Mom had it handled,” he said. You took a bite of your cookie and felt him pull your hand in his hair down to his chest. “Was that okay?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. You finished off your cookie and he reached into the container for another. “Plane.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Kinda to the left,” you said.

“I think I missed it.” You felt his gaze on you and you turned your head, green eyes looking back. “They get two moms is all. It’s no big deal.”

“They don’t have to call me that,” you said.

“I know.” He went back to looking at the sky, a few stars out in the clear night. “You know I heard from this chick, same one as before and all, that adoptive moms are kinda the shit.”

You sat up and his head wound up in your lap. 

“You want that?” you asked.

“Eventually, yeah. After the wedding and everything,” he said. “Speaking of which, and I know a lot of women have their vision and all that but I was thinking maybe you’d be interested in something smaller? You don’t strike me as the let’s have a huge thing kind of person.”

“You want me to adopt the kids?” you asked again. He nodded and sat up, moving an arm around your back.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay,” he said, your head shaking. “What is it?”

“I don’t...want to overstep and…” you said. He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper.

“We have permission from the beyond it turns out,” he said. He held it out to you and you swallowed. “She wrote me a letter a few years back after the twins were born. I found it in my desk drawer last fall. I finally read it after we got home tonight.”

“Jensen, I can’t. This isn’t for me.”

“Well if you don’t read it, I’m gonna tell you what it says anyways.” 

“This is yours,” you said, pushing the paper back towards his chest. “She was talking to you. This was meant for you and only you.”

“Actually you’re wrong,” he said, putting it in your hand. “Some of the letter was for me but this page? This page I haven’t read because it’s not addressed to me. It’s for you and I need you to read it because this is the last of her voice I ever get from her for a really long time so I need you to read it and tell me what it says.”

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath before unfolding the sheet.

To The Next One,

I hope there is a next one. Like seriously. I’m telling you upfront that I was the one that did the asking out, not him. He’s shy and I swear Jensen if you’re reading this I’m kicking your ass the second I see you again.

“She’s funny,” you said, biting your bottom lip.

So. Next person he falls in love with. Here’s the deal. I got some contingencies for you and him getting together. Technically I have no say. Technically I can guilt trip from beyond the grave though so, you know, I win. But if you are the person he loves, tell him that you love him. He bottles shit up and shoves it down. He pretends he’s fine and he’ll take on the weight of the goddamn world with a smile cause he’s good like that. But he hurts and you’ve probably seen him cry as much as I have at this point. You can only be that good and kind and loving when you got a lot of love jammed in there.

So I imagine he was pretty fucked up after I bit the big one. Probably put on a brave face and powered through. But you know that. Do me a favor and put that boy in his place. Tell him to go cry or watch The Notebook. He says he hates it but it’s what he watches when he needs to cry. You know what else? Encourage that shit more. He’s getting there, really he is. He is the least toxic man on the planet. But you know, try to help him diffuse or something? I used to give him lavender bubble bath and he was all, no way and then next thing I know, he’s taking his bubble bath on a stressful day. Pay attention to that stuff I guess is what I’m saying.

Another thing. Presuming he’s not the most handsome geriatic man there could be when you’re reading this, have a fucking kid with him. Have two if you want, or more. Adopt the three that we made. Or adopt if you can’t. It’s fun and he is so good with a baby. He was walking around with Arrow earlier cooing at her and that’s the most adorable shit I’ve ever seen in my life and you deserve to see it too.

He’s special. Normally I’d never agree to sharing him but if you’re the person he gave this letter to, I’ll make an exception for you like I’m sure you had to make an exception for me. Make him happy and the kids. Let them make you happy. Maybe in another life we can catch up over a drink, figure out how to share there too.

And just between us, don’t stop acting like kids in love for the first time. He won’t and you shouldn’t either.

See you around The Next One.

Dee

P.S. His blue henley is the softest thing on earth. He hides it in his gray suitcase. Steal it or I swear we can’t be friends.

“Y/N?” asked Jesen as you folded up the paper. You smiled and put it in your pocket. “What’d it say?”

“I don’t think it was meant for your eyes,” you said, planting your hands behind you and leaning back. “But she’d like us to do everything we’d like. Also found out a few things I’m gonna have to keep a secret.”

“Oh really?” he said, smirking at you. “Like what?”

“I think that’s between us girls,” you said, laying back on the trampoline. “We are going to share you though so I think you’ll like that.”

“You’re really not gonna tell me?” he chuckled. “After all that?”

“She loves you a lot. I mean a lot Jensen. Pretty much it’s her asking me to take care of you guys and some little ways to do that,” you said. He nodded and lay back, smiling to himself. “Do you-”

“No. If I change my mind I’ll just ask to see it,” he said. 

“Why’d you finally read the letter she had today of all days?”

“I was ready, after my parents and how you acted. I’m not letting her go or moving on so much as...I want my first girl to love my second girl and I’m pretty sure you two would care about each other, for me and the kids sakes.”

“Well I gotta love her. I happen to know the location of a certain...shirt I’m supposed to steal,” you said. He turned his head and his jaw dropped.

“She told you about the blue henley! No, it’s so soft!”

“I was instructed to steal it so I’m afraid I must make this sacrifice for Dee. It’s really the only respectable thing to do.”

“You two are somehow still managing to gang up on me,” he said with a laugh. “Oh my God. I don’t know if I can handle an afterlife with the both of you.”

“Yeah but threesomes on the reg,” you said. He let out a deep laugh, running a hand over his face while you giggled. “Sorry. That was so inappropriate.”

“No, no that’s Dee for ya. She would be more than down,” he chuckled. “Yeah, she’d like you a lot.”

“We both have excellent taste in men,” you said, reaching for the container of cookie. There was one piece left and you held it out, Jensen leaning up to take a bite.

“That’s not the whole thing right?”

“Jensen it was the size of a sheet cake. This is like, a fifth of that,” you said.

“Good cause as you can see, I have no cutoff when it comes to this stuff.” He took another bite and you put the rest in your mouth, his eyes narrowing. He pecked a kiss to your lips and pulled you to lay back with him. “I have a fun idea for tomorrow while the kids are at school and daycare.”

“Lay in bed naked and drink coffee?”

“That is an excellent idea we will be touching upon Tuesday morning. However, it seems to me that my fiance is missing something,” he said, lacing his fingers with your left hand. 

“You want to go pick out an engagement ring?”

“Hm, I think you’ll just have to trust me on this one,” he said. 

“Okey dokie.” You turned onto your side and curled up beside him. The air was warm and comfortable, Jensen stretching out. “Love you.”

“Love you too, honey.”

You woke up to the sound of birds, Jensen groaning beside you. The air felt different and opening your eyes told you exactly why.

“Howdy neighbors,” said Jared. You bolted up and turned on your bottom, Jared chuckling while Jensen grunted again. He pulled you down to lay and Jared laughed. “Stopped by to get the keys to your jet skis when I saw those three inside eating cereal out of the box and watching cartoons.”

“See? They can fend for themselves,” mumbled Jensen. He sat up and brought you with him before rubbing his eyes. Jared walked over to the entrance of the trampoline and smirked. “Shut up.”

“What’d you two crazy kids get up to last night?” he asked.

“Nothing,” said Jensen. 

“There is a half drunk liquor bottle and you both smell like whiskey and chocolate.”

“It was cookie cake,” you said. “I think we accidentally fell asleep out here.”

“The trampoline don’t make a half bed mattress,” said Jensen. You crawled out of the entrance, Jared holding the bottle and empty container when you handed them off to him. Jensen followed after as you stretched out. “What time is it?”

“A little after eight,” he said. 

“Shit. JJ’s late for school,” he said, Jared shaking his head. “Ah, thank you.”

“Gen took her and the boys. I dropped the twins off at daycare after I came out here and made sure you were both alive,” he said.

“I thought something poked my back,” you said.

“I figured I’d let you guys sleep,” he said. “You want to hit up the water with us? Double date while the kids are at school?”

“We have plans,” said Jensen with a soft smile. “But dinner here later?”

“What are we having? Cause you know we got our tradition for last week of school,” said Jared with a grin.

“You guys handle the sides, we’ll handle the meat,” said Jensen. Jared smirked and you shook your head. “You’re a child.”

“You handle that meat real good,” said Jared, Jensen whacking his arm.

“Be careful with the skis. Wear your life jacket doofus,” he said.

“Yes mom,” said Jared as he handed you back the bottle and container. “Six thirty ish?”

“Sounds good. Oh and if Gen is in the mood to make extra queso…” said Jensen, Jared rolling his eyes. “Thank you Jared.”

“Yeah, yeah. You guys finish up your thing early you know where to find us,” he said. He headed back up the yard as you and Jensen ducked inside. 

“I am going to shower,” you said. Jensen grinned and grabbed your free hand. “Do...do you want to shower too?”

“We would save a lot of time if we did it together,” he said. 

“I like the way you think Ackles.”

“I am so confused,” you said an hour later, sat on the hood of Baby with a blindfold on. “You know normally you would do the blindfold and then give the ring, not the other way around.”

“Eh, quiet with your back sass. I have a surprise for you that requires some preparation,” he said. 

“Oh you know prep work is very important,” you laughed.

“Jared’s a bad influence on you.”

“You’re a bad influence on me,” you said. “So to recap, after we showered and got dressed in what I should say is a particularly flattering romper-”

“I like the red one but you had to go with the blue, didn’t you,” he chuckled.

“The red one is so tight on my ass it’s not even funny.”

“We have different definitions of problems with clothing,” he laughed. 

“Well, this light blue one is strapless.”

“I know. I find that very, very appealing.”

“Anyways, my randy fiance hits me out of nowhere with a ring he’s had in the closet apparently and then he kidnaps me away to his muscle car, throws a blindfold on me and after approximately twenty one minutes of driving, mainly highway, we park and he has abandoned me like a damsel to fend for myself in the summer heat.”

“You trying to win an Oscar over there?” he chuckled.

“I’d settle for an Emmy.”

“Oh yeah. Everybody can get one of those,” he laughed. “You can calm yourself little lady. I am almost done and frankly your timing estimation is scarily accurate.”

“Well I know how far the brewery is from the house so not that impressive,” you said.

“We’re not at the brewery,” he said.

“We are literally at the brewery. I heard someone shout your name.”

“Technically we’re on the land next to it, smarty pants. Two more seconds,” he said.You leaned your head back, enjoying the breeze and smell of fresh pizza. 

“Hey Jensen. What’s this dinner tradition thing with the Padaleckis?”

“Oh we started it a few years back. This is the kids last week of school. Since tomorrow and wednesday are half days, we kinda always get together as like an end of school celebration that Monday night. We’ll go out this weekend with them but we do a home cooked meal, normally a tex-mex blend sort of thing for this. I got a guy we can get some marinated brisket from on the way home. We’ll put her in the grill on low and she’ll be good to go.”

“You ever have a sandwich with brisket, coleslaw and jalapenos? It is so, so good.”

“I’m gonna have to try that out tonight,” he said, his hands on your arms. “For now though, please remove your blindfold, madam.”

You undid the bow in the back and pulled it off. A small table was set up with a two candles on top, a box of pizza at the end and a six pack beside it.

“You really do know the way to my heart,” you said. You laughed and he walked you over to it, pulling out your folding chair. “I thought I smelled pizza.”

“I know you like the one we sell quite a bit,” he said, taking a seat next to you. “I actually...don’t laugh but this was kinda my idea of how I actually wanted to propose. It’s private but simple. You’ve never been the fanfare type. I thought you would have liked it.”

“You could always ask again.”

“Wanna marry me?”

“Yup,” you said. He wiped off his brow and and you gently smacked his arm. “I do like it. Just us. It’s really peaceful here.”

“I’ve always thought so. Our own little slice of country,” he said.

“I never told you, did I,” you said, smiling to yourself. “I grew up on the outskirts of Austin, about ten minutes down the road.”

“That’s all farm country out there,” he said. You shrugged and he chuckled. “You grew up on a farm?”

“My mom owned acreage from her parents, their parents before them. She left it to me. I haven’t been in over a year. A local farmer makes sure the house is in order but we got fields and a house and barn. I never sold it in case I needed a place between nanny jobs.”

“Would you show me sometime?” he asked.

“Yeah. We can go after our lunch date. Promise.”

“What do you think?” you asked when you walked up the front path to the house nearly an hour later. 

“This is gorgeous out here. It’s so quiet,” he said as he looked around at the small hills and trees, the swaying long grass in the breeze. “We should keep this.”

“Huh?”

“You said you kept it for a place to stay between jobs. I think we should definitely keep it though, for us. It’s like a different world almost but it’s within driving distance of home.”

“I haven’t lived here since I was sixteen,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But...I think you’re right. Mom would want us to keep it. I really did love it here. It’d be great too for when your family is in town. We only have the one guest room but this is a much shorter drive for like your siblings families and they don’t need a hotel or anything.”

“That’s a great idea. I know they’d visit more often if they had the space for the kids and some grown up space even,” he said. You picked up a rock by the steps and grabbed the key, undoing the front door. It smelled only a bit musty as you stepped inside. You left the door open, leaving the screen one shut to air it out as Jensen turned his head. “This place is huge. Your mom got it from family?”

“Her parents died when she was in college. Only child. There’s five good sized bedrooms,” you said. “That was the dining room which honestly we only used for holidays. Stairs, hallway to the back. Left is the family room.”

He started to wander and you followed after, showing him the kitchen before taking him up.

“This was my room,” you said as you opened a door. It was fairly empty aside from a bare bed and a few boxes. He thumbed over the doorframe, catching each notch in the wood.

“Hit your growth spurt around twelve?” he asked. You nodded and he smiled. “I was so short.”

“Not short anymore,” you said while he walked around.

“Do you have any pictures of your mom? The downstairs looked a little bare.”

“Yeah,” you said. You showed him down to the master, opening up a box on the bed. “That’s where they all are.”

“Would it be alright if we took these home with us?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, taking a seat. He sat beside you and you took out an album, Jensen smiling at the first page. “Don’t laugh.”

“That is the ugliest dress I’ve ever seen.”

“I didn’t have much say in the matter,” you said. “That’s from the day I got adopted.”

“You were adorable, even if it looks like you’re wearing a drape,” he chuckled. He turned the page and cocked his head. “Is this your mom?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s so happy,” he said. “I bet that was one of the best days ever for her.”

“I agree,” you said, Jensen flipping some more before stopping at one. “What is it?”

“Where’s this from?” he asked.

“I think Miami. We went there on vacation one year with Ray. I was nine I want to say,” you said. 

“Was it March?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Dee went on her spring break to Miami one year in college,” he said. He pointed at a couple of girls that were in the background behind where your set up was, one of them looking very familiar. 

“That looks just like-”

“I know. Might not be her. Odds are-”

“How many Danneel’s have you ever met with their name on their bag,” you said, pointing at the purse.

“Oh my God. She was such a little preppy nerd,” he chuckled. “I bet she did that cause of her friends.”

“You can have that if you want.”

“I think we can share it,” he said. He turned through the pages and finished with the album, picking out another. You let him look and ask questions for a while before he’d gone through most of the box. He carried it downstairs with him and packed it away in the backseat before you brought him around to the back of the house.

“Come here,” you said. You dragged him over to the tree with the wide swing, space enough for the both of you to sit. “I used to stay out here all day sometimes. Day of the funeral I must have sat here for hours and hours.”

“Not a bad place to grieve. It’s pretty.”

“It was the last time I sat on this swing. I said I’d never feel at home here again,” you said. “Ray and I got an apartment closer to town, moved the next week.”

“How do you feel now?” You smiled and leaned back.

“Now...home is people, not a place. I want to share this with you, the kids. Our family. I was so unhappy as a child and this place changed that for me cause of my mom and even Ray. It’s a good place again for me. Home is somewhere else now but it feels warm here again, not sad and cold.”

“Thanks for taking me out here today,” he said.

“Maybe we can even do that camping trip in one of the fields. You gotta see the stars out here, way more than at the house.”

“Camping with indoor plumbing only steps away. Best of both worlds,” he said. “Do you own anything else big? We never really talked about that kind of stuff I suppose.”

“Actually I own the Dallas Cowboys. I didn’t want to intimidate you,” you said. He rolled his eyes while you bumped his arm and giggled. 

“Okay wise guy.” He threw his arm over your shoulders and you expected a noogie but only got a kiss on the head. “You’re lucky I know how long you spent on your hair this morning or else you’d be so screwed right now.”

“Losing your edge, Ackles.” He didn’t hesitate that time to put you in a headlock and you managed to ruffle his some before he gave in with a laugh. You could feel a few strands out of place but he stood and undid your hair tie, moving behind you and scooping it all up. He hummed and put it back in a messy bun for you, smiling as you leaned back to catch him fixing his hair. “I don’t have much else besides this place, my car and a savings account.”

“You know, speaking of your car...I’m gonna have to be an asshole about something,” he said.

“Oh? What’s that?” you said as you stood. You walked in front of him and he rested his hands on your hips.

“I’m going to have to insist on a new one.”

“Ah, come on. It’s my first car. I got if for my sixteenth birthday,” you said.

“That car is almost as old as you are. I know you don’t have to drive it as much lately since we take mine but please can we get something from the current decade? Pretty please?” he asked, jutting out his lip. 

“Are you worried?” you asked. He nodded and you smiled. “I will look at something newer, I promise.”

“Thank you,” he said, checking his watch. “Want to go get that meat, get started on it?”

“Oh I bet you want to handle that meat,” you said. He gave his bitch face and walked away as you laughed.

“Your crude humor is very immature,” he said as you caught up with him. “I don’t go for that kind of low brow thing.”

“I watched you make a dick out of a banana and two oranges at the grocery store yesterday.”

“Touche,” he said.

“You’re silly,” you said, wrapping an arm around his waist. “But I like that.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” he said, kissing your temple. “Anything besides the brisket you want to pick up? Chicken? Burgers?”

“Hm, I’ve never made my world famous chicken thighs for you yet. I gotta grill ‘em but the secret is you heat them up in the oven again with this marinade sauce. I got a raise out of it once actually.”

“First off, the face you can grill is extremely attractive. Second, how’d you manage a raise?” he asked, stopping by Baby.

“I made them for the couple I was working for at the time. She took credit of course but they had a fancy dinner party with her boss and she got named partner at her firm for it so she gave me a raise for helping out.”

“Well now that you’ve hyped these things up to here we gotta have some for sure,” he said. “Why don’t we head out to the store. We only got about an hour before we need to grab the twins from daycare.”

“After you babe.”

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A/N: Read Part 14 here!

[bex-la-get]

Sunday Mornings (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Natalie Cusack

Special Appearance: The Ramsack Kids

Word count: 1945

Summary: Nat and Ethan enjoy their Sunday mornings. Told over several years.

Rating: T (All the fluff)

Author’s Note: Literally wrote this in the span of an hour and it’s currently 1am here so apologies in advance for any mistakes. Enjoy!

Sundays were for them.

Every Sunday, Nat and Ethan had the day off from the hospital, something Ethan had negotiated with Naveen and the Board early into their relationship. And, as a result, every Sunday was theirs for the taking. If they wanted to be lazy, they would be lazy. If they wanted to run errands and prepare for the week, then that’s what they would do. If they wanted to turn off their phones and focus only on each other, then that’s what they would do too. Regardless of their plans, their Sundays were always sure to be full of one thing: each other.

On a particular rainy Sunday morning, Nat woke to the sound of thunder rumbling outside her window. She groaned in protest at the sound and snuggled deeper into the mattress, burying herself beneath the covers. Within moments, she felt a strong pair of arms snake around her body and hold her tightly, the feel of Ethan’s bare chest against her back, as they breathed in sync with one another.

“Mm, good morning,” Ethan muttered into Nat’s ear.

She groaned in response. “No.”

Ethan chuckled. “No to me or to the morning?”

“To the morning,” she mumbled, her eyes still closed. “Too early.”

Ethan glanced at the clock on his bedside table, noting it was rather early for a Sunday; 7:15 to be exact. He turned back to Nat and pulled her closer in his embrace, placing a soft kiss behind her ear. “I love you,” he said, quietly.

“Mm, love you too,” she replied. Her eyes were still closed and her voice was still sleep laden. He smiled and placed another kiss on her shoulder, laying his head back on the pillow and intending to fall back asleep, only to feel Nat shift in his arms until she was facing him. She began to gently run her fingers up and down the bridge of his nose and he opened his eyes to find her blue-green ones staring back at him. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi.”

“Let’s stay in today,” she suggested. She snuggled closer to him as she spoke, their noses almost touching. 

“Mm, didn’t you want to go grocery shopping?” he asked.

She shook her head. “We can have them delivered. Today, I just want you and me. And Jenner.” The aforementioned pup perked his head up at his name, his tail gently wagging.

Ethan smiled. “Okay; you, me, and Jenner then. Anything in particular you want to do?”

“Mhm, this.” Cupping the back of his head with her hand, she kissed him firmly. He melted into the kiss instantly, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her impossibly closer. But just as the kiss was growing in intensity, Nat pulled back and bit her lip. “I just realized, I have morning breath,” she giggled. “I’ll be right back.”

She moved to make her way out of the bed but Ethan held her down tightly, readjusting the two of them so he was laying on top of her. “Oh no, you don’t.”

Nat fell back onto the mattress and laughed. “E, I’m just going to brush my teeth. I’ll be right back.”

“Nope, don’t care,” he said, peppering kisses along her neck and jaw. “I’ll kiss you with any kind of breath. Morning breath, coffee breath, garlic breath; I don’t care. I want to kiss you always.” He kissed her lips softly to emphasize his point and Natalie smiled when he pulled away.

“That’s quite a declaration, Dr. Ramsey. Are you sure you want to stick with it?” she teased.

He grinned and kissed her more firmly this time, eliciting a soft moan from Nat. “Always,” he repeated, when he broke the kiss. Natalie returned his smile and kissed him again, this one full of love and passion. Soon, their kisses led to roaming hands, stripped clothing, and moans of pleasure filling up the room. On this particular Sunday, they never left the bedroom.

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Two Years Later

Ethan was the first to wake, the sounds of crying filling his ears. Quickly getting out of bed, he made his way to the nursery, finding baby Noah wriggling around in his crib, crying for his parents. Ethan smiled at his son and gently picked him up, the crying stopping almost instantly. “Good morning, Noah,” Ethan whispered quietly, looking into the bright blue eyes of his son. “There’s no need to cry, Daddy’s here. I’ve got you.”

Taking his son to the changing table and giving Noah a clean diaper, Ethan made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle from the fridge before returning to the bedroom. Settling Noah comfortably in his arms, he gave Noah the bottle and watched as his tiny hands grabbed for the container. Ethan smiled at the sight.

Halfway through his son’s feeding, Natalie began to stir next to him. Opening her eyes, she smiled at the sight of Ethan and Noah in front of her. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, my love,” Ethan replied, smiling at her. “Happy Sunday.”

“Mm, happy Sunday, indeed.” Natalie stretched her arms above her head before sitting up to watch her feeding son. “How’s our little Bear this morning?”

“Just fine,” Ethan said, proudly. Nat gently ran her hand over Noah’s curly hair and smiled. When Noah finished, Ethan transferred the baby into Nat’s arms for a burping while Ethan got up to make them some coffee. When he returned, two steaming mugs in hand, his heart swelled at the sight of Nat gently rocking Noah in her arms, humming a quiet tune to the small boy. Noah’s bright blue eyes stared back at his mother in awe, as if he were amazed by what he was hearing. Ethan couldn’t blame him; Nat was quite the amazing woman.

He entered the room further and placed the coffee mug on Nat’s nightstand before sitting back in his own place in the bed. “Thanks,” she said, smiling at Ethan.

He returned her smile and placed a chaste kiss against her lips. “You’re welcome, my love. So, what’s on the agenda today?”

Nat thought for a moment. “Brunch with your dad, we need to get some more baby-proofing stuff for the apartment, and… oh, didn’t you want to hit up that new bookstore?”

“If we have time, yes,” Ethan confirmed. 

“We’ll make time,” Nat said, confidently. “I hear their children’s section is really extensive.”

“More books? Nat, he’s already got a shelf full,” Ethan replied, fighting the smile that was growing on his lips.

Nat shook her head, a familiar mischievous look in her eyes. “You can never have too many books, baby. Besides, I want him to be well-read! And, studies show that reading to babies can help them develop their language skills.”

Ethan chuckled. “I should’ve known not to question you on this. But you know we’re going to need another bookshelf at this rate.”

Nat shrugged and smirked. “You say that like it’s a bad thing!” Ethan simply laughed in response.

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Ten Years Later

Little Lydia was the first to wake in the Ramsey household, early one Sunday morning. It was a quiet, snowy morning in December; the Christmas holiday was right around the corner and she’d been dying to know what Santa would be bringing this year. She’d planned on asking him for the new toy doctor set that she’d seen on TV; she really hoped she’d get it. She’d been extra good this year too! If only Christmas wasn’t so far away.

She tiptoed out of her room and glanced down the hallway, only silence and a slight chill greeting her. She shivered and turned to her left, making her way down to her parent’s room. She cracked open the door slightly to find her parents fast asleep, Jenner sleeping on the floor next to her mother’s side of the bed. The only creature in the room that was awake was Louis, their calico cat, who was watching her with mild interest from his perch on the window sill. 

Quietly, Lydia entered the room and made her way to her mother’s side of the bed. Patting her arm gently, she waited as Natalie opened her eyes, sleepily. When she spotted her youngest daughter, Nat perked up slightly. “Hi baby,” she said, quietly.

“Hi Mama,” little Lydia greeted. “Can I sleep with you?”

“Of course, sweetie,” Natalie said. Scooting further into the middle of the bed, she lifted the covers for little Lydia to crawl under, tucking her youngest into her embrace tightly as they snuggled together back into bed. As the two of them settled back into bed and began to fall back asleep, Natalie felt a strong arm wrap around her, stopping when it felt an extra body in the bed. She fought back her smile as she felt Ethan lift his head up from the pillow.

“Why are there two of you?” he asked, groggily.

Nat giggled and turned her head to her husband. “You do know we have three kids, right?”

“Oh, is that who they are? I thought they were just tiny roommates who don’t help pay the mortgage.”

Nat rolled her eyes and placed her cold foot against Ethan’s leg causing him to jump at the sensation. “Now, that’s just cruel,” he joked.

Natalie chuckled. “That’s what you get for being snarky this early in the morning.”

Ethan shook his head, smiling. “Yes, dear.” He nuzzled his nose into her hair and placed a soft kiss on her temple. Just as the two of them settled back into bed, they heard the distinct sound of their bedroom door creaking open. Ethan looked to the source to find Evie sneaking into the room. “Hi honey, everything okay?”

Evie nodded. “It’s cold,” she replied.

“Come here,” Ethan gestured. “We’ll put you right between me and Mama for extra warmth.” Evie followed her father’s instructions and crawled into the middle of the bed, snuggling under the covers between her parents. Ethan wrapped his arm around the three Ramsey women, who now occupied most of his bed, as best he could, his fingertips just resting on little Lydia’s back. His head falling back onto the pillow, he slowly began to drift back to sleep.

Until the door creaked open again. He did his best not to groan; it appeared this would not be the Sunday to lie in. 

This time, Nat was the one to look up at the new occupant of the room, finding Noah groggily looking confused at his parents. “I heard voices,” he explained, “it woke me up.”

“Sorry, Bear,” Nat said. She quickly glanced at Ethan who gave her a small nod before she looked back at her son. “Come on in here, there’s plenty of room.”

“I’m too tall, I won’t fit in with the rest of you,” Noah protested. It was true, he was tall for an eleven-year-old; but neither Nat nor Ethan cared. Their boy would never be too tall for them for anything; especially cuddles. 

“I’m tall too,” Ethan reasoned, “and I still fit. Come on, we’ll make it work.”

“Come on, Noey,” little Lydia encouraged. 

Smiling, Noah nodded and crawled into his parent’s bed, snuggling next to Nat as Evie snuggled against Ethan. It was tight, with all five of them in the bed at once, but the Ramseys were nothing if not resourceful, and they found a way to make it work. With all of their children tucked safely into their arms, the Ramseys finally fell back asleep, as a light snow fell on the ground outside. As both Ethan and Natalie drifted back into their slumber, they shared one singular thought: Sundays were their favorite days.

A/N: Tagging separately.

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You woke suddenly. Soft light came into the room through the gap in the curtain and spread across the opposite wall. Staring up you spotted the bare light. You could see that Charlie must have rushed to put together your room of miss matched furniture and he must have forgotten. You could find a job and save up for one you decided. There was a sound out in the kitchen. You could have gotten up and if you’d been back home you would have. But you didn’t feel like moving. 

From the way you were greeted you doubted Charlie even suspected that it hadn’t been his old friend Stilinski that had called him and asked to take you in. Bella seemed nice. She hadn’t talked much but Charlie had filled you in on where everything was in town. It felt odd to be anywhere other than home. You’d spent the last year on Stilinski's couch and then had to start moving around. When you found Charlie’s name in the Sheriff's emergency contacts you’d taken advantage and found a way to have a place to stay for a while.

Reluctantly you got up and headed over to the old busted up chair in the corner of the room. Your bag had been tossed on it along with the clothes you’d worn for the drive down. All your more important things were stuffed in the bag, ready to be grabbed at any moment.

Rummaging through for clean clothes you felt the hard wood of the Hale Medallion. You took a moment to dig it out and look at it. There was a soft knock at the door and you shoved it back in. 

“One second I’m just getting dressed.” You called as you grabbed at your clothes. Taking a moment to look around you shoved the bag behind the chair that way you could reach it even if you had to lean in through the window. 

“Oh, I don’t mean to bother you. I was… I… There’s breakfast and I have…” Bella blabbered the other side of the door. You dressed quickly and headed into the kitchen. Bella offered you some food. The two of you ate quietly. She seemed too shy to ask questions and you weren’t going to give her any answers, not unless you had to.

“Did you want to unpack your car?” Bella asked. You nodded as you drank from your glass.

“Yeah, but I can do it myself. I don’t want to be a bother.” You said quickly as you set your cup down.

“It’s no bother!” She said kindly. You nodded and headed out to the Jeep. Bella said she’d move her truck over so you could pull into the drive as well. “The garage is full of junk, I would have said to pull into there otherwise.” She said lightly. When she opened the garage you saw she was right. There was stuff almost falling out of it. She mentioned that Charlie had put things that he thought might be in the way in there. Unpacking the Jeep didn’t take too long. Everything was inside your new room and taking over every surface. Bella mentioned that she was planning to check in on a friend and that she could put it off if you needed help. Quickly turning down her offer you waited for her to leave. She assured you that she’d only be an hour. As soon as she was out of sight you hurried to dig through the bags.

You fished your bag out from behind the old chair and laid it on the ground next to you. The bestiary, a map of Beacon Hills and Lydia’s notes on everything that had happened in Beacon Hills were all shoved in the bag. A quick search through the bags you found the few weapons you’d managed to recover from the remains of the Argent house, those went in too. Adding a few extra clothes you put the bag back and decided to add things as you thought you’d need them. You split the clothes between the wardrobe and the small closet. At the back of the closet you stowed several stakes and a few weapons concealed in bags that Argent had left behind. All of your books went into the books shelf. When you come across Stiles’ stash of police files you hide them at the back of the wardrobe too. You had one of Stiles’ old cork boards and an old white board. You lay them flat on the desk and decided to ask Charlie if he’d mind them being put up on the wall next to your bed. When Bella returned with her friend you’d stowed away all of your important items and just had a few personal things. Photos and decorations, a jewellery box from Melissa and Deaton’s seven herbs. You set them out on top of the shelf. Bella cleared her throat when she and her friend lingered in the doorway.

“Hi! I’m Jacob Black!” He said eagerly. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You muttered. He smiled and the three of you headed into the living room. You watched old reruns of TV until Charlie came home with take out.

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You fit in well to the swing of life at the Swan house. At first you tried your best not to fit in. To avoid getting too comfortable. But you had slipped slowly into place. Charlie had seemed worried about Bella when you first arrived. He would nervously potter about her as if he was unsure how to help her. Jacob had mentioned that her boyfriend had left her and abandoned her. You didn’t dare ask any follow up questions. As you and Bella grew closer Charlie’s nervous hovering seemed to stop.

You shot up in bed as something tapped against the glass of your window. Frowning, you hesitantly set your feet down on the rug next to your bed. Reaching down just under the bed you grabbed at a bat. Slowly you walked around the bed and to the window. As you yanked back the curtains you jumped.

“Peter! What the fuck!” You hissed and glanced at the door. Everyone was asleep in bed but Charlie seemed to be on high alert and any noise that came from Bella’s room roused him. You didn’t want to wake him. 

“So you just ran away? It’s true.” Peter snapped as you opened the window carefully. It creaked and squeaked a little. Old house, you shouldn’t have been surprised, you thought to yourself. With a quick jerk you pushed yourself through the window and out to the front of the house. Standing on the porch with Peter, it was almost as if you were at home, all the way back in Beacon Hills.

“I didn’t run away! Stilinski sent me away after he watched hunters drag his son out of his fucking house! The last thing Argent did before he went looking for Melissa and Scott was give us safe zones. This was one of them. Where have you been?” You said calmly. As you spoke you motioned for him to follow you round to the side of the house, to avoid any of the neighbours seeing the two of you.

“Me? I was trying to find my daughter, who was supposedly your best friend.” Peter snapped. His voice got louder and was shaking. You glanced around as you heard someone’s car door opening and closing.

“Peter… They’re gone. They’ve all been gone for months. We can’t keep pretending like it’s safe for us to be out there.” You muttered reluctantly. You’d resigned yourself to being the lone survivor of the hunters last attack on Beacon Hills. Since you left Stiles’ dad hadn’t checked in once. Which probably meant the worst but you didn’t give yourself time to think about it.

“We? You’re just some human. Your bloodline lost all of their powers and now you’re nothing. I’m a werewolf. Malia is a werecoyote. You think we can just stop being that. We can’t hide.” Peter said, his voice growing even louder. Neither of you heard the window above you quietly slide open. If you had you would have seen Bella’s face peeking out at the edge of the window. Her potted plant in one hand, ready to throw it down at Peter’s head to give you a chance to run away. 

“And Scott was an alpha. It didn’t do him any good. You want to survive then hide. But don't come here and get everyone else in danger by lashing out here. We’re not on the same side anymore Peter. Malia’s gone, Scott’s gone. They’re all gone and we have nothing. We’re seen together then we’re going to have a hellfire of hunters after us so leave me alone.” You demanded. Peter sighed and stared you down for a few moments. His eyes started to glow. He growled and moved towards you. Before Bella could drop her projectile you had a small place in your hand.

“You’re going to regret abandoning them.” Peter insisted as he backed off. You scoffed and looked away, to the woods at the back of the Swan house.

“They didn’t listen to me when I said we needed to run. I’m not the one who made the wrong call.” You snapped and turned to stare him down. As Peter left you sank down against the side of the house, watching him vanish into the woods. You hadn’t abandoned anyone. You’d worked at finding everyone who had been taken until they came for Stiles. Your alpha made a call and even though you decided it was the wrong one, you did what he asked.

“I didn’t abandon them.” You said out loud to the shadows.