#god I miss just obnoxiously bright red

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How Many Licks? (Just Bite It)

Angus Tully x fem!reader

Summary: You work at the University’s mail room sorting packages and trying to keep yourself from boredom. However- not that you would ever admit it out loud- you look forward to Thursday afternoons when Angus Tully stops by.

Based on my post Dominic Sessa looking like he bites people.

Word Count: 1,900+

Notes: She/her pronouns, Afab reader, Christmas mention, biting, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, unsafe sex, semi-public sex, sex at the workplace, overstimulation, quickies, reader being a brat, calling each other ‘slut’, everyone involved is over the age of 18

Notes: Huge thank you to my friend, Mera for helping me come up with what to call Angus because there is no way I’m moaning that name either fictionally or irl. It’s like moaning ‘Ulysses’ or ‘Cornelius.’ Please be nice as this is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted on Tumblr and first ever reader insert I’ve ever written. I tried being as neutral as possible when describing physical features but please let me know if there is anything that takes you out. Specifically I tried saying bite marks instead of bruises because not all skin tones bruise easily but I’m sure I missed some.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated 💕💕💕

Minors DNI

Your bright red stockings paired well with your wool black dress that hits you mid-thigh. You couldn’t see Angus from this angle, but you could feel his gaze rising up your legs and to the garter belt as you climbed the ladder. You knew he was a boob man but it was too cold for a v-neck dress. You put his package on the top shelf specifically so you could show off your legs when he arrived.

“Thanks, I got them Black Friday shopping.” You tell him, stepping down the ladder, his package on your hip. “Which is what I assume this is?” You shake the box in your hands. It’s not heavy but you can tell it’s packed to the brim.

“Hope so,” You hear him unwrap a lollipop and pop it in his mouth. You cringe as you hear him bite the lollipop.

You step off the ladder and tuck the box under your breasts, pushing them up more. “If you keep biting them, I’m going to start hiding them when you stop by.”

He smiles obnoxiously. “Then you would’ve hid them away by now.”

You roll your eyes, putting the box on the counter. “It’s disgusting.”

“No, it’s actually pretty tasty,” He smirked and took the used lollipop stick out of his mouth. “Wanna guess what flavor it is?” Angus sticks his artificially red tongue out.

“You’re such a slut.” You roll your eyes and shake your head.

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The piles of new shipments kept the two of you hidden from the public eye as Angus got on his knees, pushing you against the wall. Your stockings had been quickly disposed of, tossed over his shoulder before you could say anything. His mouth was on your left knee, pressing a kiss as he opened your legs. One warm hand rests on your stomach, balancing himself.

He places a sloppy, open mouthed kiss on your inner thigh, above your knee. He licked upwards and bit down, sucking on the flesh between his teeth. He mirrors his actions on your left thigh. You hissed, knowing (and loving) that it would leave marks.

“You smell fucking amazing,” He says against your skin, his big brown eyes looking up at you. Motivated by your scent, Angus’s kisses get sloppier and while his bites are quicker, it is no less painful as he moves upward your legs. You glanced at the entrance to the office, double checking you could freely respond to his actions.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” Angus said smirking, the cold air making your clit pulse. His thumb lightly moved over your lace covered pussy.

“Did you get jealous of the lollipop? The way I licked,” You jumped as his tongue touched your clit, the lace of your panties adding to the friction. “And bit?” His teeth graze against it.

“God, you’re such a dirty slut,” You tell him, only half teasing.

“And you’re a loud slut,” Angus teases and pushes your dress upwards. “Bite on this.”

You wordlessly accepted and clamp down on the polyester fabric. He slowly pulled down your red panties to show him your beautiful pussy. Since your lower half and most of your torso was visible, Angus greedily took in the sight of your bare stomach and underboob. He kisses your clit and spits on it. He traces his tongue over the sensitive nub and gives you slow, deliberate licks, creating a bigger mess between your thighs.

You let out muffled moans, your fingers tangled in his curly hair and grinding your hips for more friction. Angus once told you he would die a happy man if that meant being between your legs. Today is a good day to test that. You grip his hair, forcing his mouth to wrap around your clit, an action he responds to with a hum of approval. The vibrations make your hips roll and back arch. You can feel him laugh because he knows he has you where he wants you but you cannot care about that now. You hold his head there, pleading whimpers begging for more. Angus removes his hands from your pussy so he could grip your thighs for balance but makes no effort to loosen your grip.

Embarrassingly, it doesn’t take you long to reach your peak. Not when his mouth is making you feel so, so good. Your dress falls down as your mouth opens, a strangled cry echoing in the room, and your nails dig into his scalp as you cum. Angus keeps licking you as if you’re not melting around his mouth. As if your legs are not shaking in his hands from overstimulation. Eventually you cannot take it anymore and you have to push him away. Still, he licks up the mess you’ve created on your thighs before standing to face you with a satisfied smirk.

The intensity of your orgasm leaves you feeling dizzy so his hands stay on your hips as he rises. Though his face is painted with arrogance, Angus gently sits you on the table your boss reserved for processing packages. He lifts your dress over your head and tosses it to the side, impatiently but gently. Your nipples pebble because of the cold air and his lustful gaze.

Eyes never leaving yours, Angus unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out. He pushed you against the table, kissing you at the same time. You wrap your arms around his neck as you taste his mouth- a combination of your pussy and his strawberry lollipop.

His hand gently pushed your thighs wider as his other hand slipped a finger between your entrance. His thumb gently rubbed your clit in exactly the way you taught him so you couldn’t help the moans that escaped your mouth. He slid another finger in and you gasped out a “Yes!” You rode his fingers, chasing your pleasure. Your moans ricocheting off the walls, not caring how slutty you acted.

But he cared.

Angus pulled away from your breast, not bothering to wipe away the string of spit connecting his lips to your breast. The hand on your thigh paused your movements and his fingers slowed.

“Tell me you’re my slut,” he smirked. You whined in response. “Come on, say it.”

He gently lays you back on the table and takes his shirt off. Angus turned around to see the clock on the wall ticking down the minutes until your boss came back from lunch.

“Tick tock.” He said, emphasizing each word with the tap of his cock on your entrance. “Tick, tock.”

You had no doubt he would elongate this. Last time you pushed your luck, you weren’t caught, but you didn’t you cum either. Angus had the biggest shit eating grin when he came in the following day and you begged him to fuck you.

But you still weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

And he knew that.

“How does it feel to be a slut?” He murmured against your ear. Angus buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting down and pulling satisfied moans out of your mouth. “To be my slut?”

“I’m not your slut,” You protested between your moans.

He stopped biting your neck to simply nip at it, moving downwards to your breasts. Your trembling fingers grabbed at the curls on the back of his head, encouraging him. Agnus took a nipple into his hot mouth causing your left hand to dig into his shoulder and your right hand to pull his hair. Angus let out a muffled moan of pleasure and sucked on your nipple harder. There was tension building in your stomach but you couldn’t release it until you were around him.

“Say it,” Angus said as he alternated between your breasts. “Say it and I’ll fuck you.”

“Fine! I’m a slut!” You cried. “I’m your slut! Now please! Fuck me!”

Angus chuckled and slid into you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. His eyes fluttered as he felt your heat surround his cock. He stared down at you as he found his rhythm. his fingers finding your clit again. Angus’s fingers moved in the same rhythm as his hips.He moved his hips faster, forcing your back to arch off the desk. Moaning, you clenched around his cock.

Angus kept his pace but his mouth suctioned around your breast as his tongue swirled around your nipple faster. The hand not on your clit reached over to grab your other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Keep going…” You whined, almost begging. The tension was reaching its peak. “So… close…”

Hearing you cry out, Angus pulled away from your beast and watched you fall apart.

He tried to fuck you through your orgasm but he couldn’t help but he wasn’t far behind you. Not when pleasure washed over your face. Not when you squeezed him like that. Not when your voice echoed like that in the small room. With a stuttering groan, Angus came inside your pussy while biting your shoulder.

Your legs loosened around his waist as your body relaxed but your pussy still clenched around his twitching cock, taking every drop of him. Angus’s body relaxed and his mouth loosened its grip on your shoulder. But you can feel his teeth scraping against your tender skin. He pressed gentle, open mouth kisses against your neck as he pulled out of you. You whimpered as he did that, already missing him inside you.

Tiredly and lazily, he kissed his way down your body until he got to his knees again. Angus spread your legs again, watching his cum dripping out of you and pooling on the table. You felt his mouth cover your pussy once again. Though tired, you couldn’t help but arch your back a little when you felt his tongue lap at your sensitive pussy, cleaning you. Angus pulled away before you could cum, though you are thankful he did as your body was not ready to accept another orgasm.

He helped you to your feet and kissed you gently on the mouth. You returned the kiss, leaning against him for balance. However, your orgasms still left you a little tired so you had to break the kiss to retain your balance. Not that Angus minded, he still kissed you, this time peppering them on your neck. Your hands loosely held his neck before you noticed the clock.

“Unless you have a turtleneck for me in that package, don’t you dare leave another hickey on my neck,” You told him as your wits came back to you and he laughed against your skin. He kissed your neck and went to his package on the counter.

“As a matter of fact,” He said, tearing it open and digging around, not caring he was still naked. “I do.”

He pulled out a knit black sweater with a thick, folded turtleneck. You accepted it and marveled at how soft it was.

“For me?” Your eyes were wide.

“Yeah, well, you always complain it’s cold down here, ” Angus shrugged nonchalantly but you could see color rising to his cheeks.

“Plus you know,” He brushed your hair off your shoulder. “It’ll hide those bite marks I left behind.”

You look down at your body to see a map of bite marks and bruises identical to his mouth and fingers. You snatched your new sweater from his hands and threw it on.

[charmercharm3r]

Investments

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Synopsis: Felix thinks a flashy coat will make him more intimidating.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!Felix, fem!reader, not really mafia but he's definitely a criminal lolll, money laundering?, oral (f), porn w no plot lol, piv, cream pie

“Don’t you think it’s a bit… excessive?”

The fluffy, exaggerated red pelt that covered his shoulders looked almost too heavy for Felix’s slim frame. Though, it suited him well.

“Not at all. If anything, I don’t think it’s excessive enough. I want everyone to know who’s in charge.” Felix adjusted the collar in the mirror and slicked the right side of his pretty blonde hair back.

“You’re already hard to miss as it is, babe.” You stood from your spot on the bed, making your way behind him and placing your hand over his to get him to face you. Up close, you could see how well the bright red color brought out his skin tone, freckles lining his nose and upper cheeks in a kind facade. Felix gazed down at you sweetly as you reached up to fix the collar yourself, “however, you look hot in red.”

A sly smirk spread across his face, “you think so? Hm, then perhaps this is the perfect thing to wear to the office today.” Leaning in and cupping your cheeks, Felix placed a quick peck to your forehead. “Join me?”

You knew what he did for work wasn’t necessarily… legal, and that it was incredibly dangerous. But Felix assured you time after time that the fear of getting caught wasn’t even on his radar and that he had protection plans in place. That was something you didn’t question further as it probably wasn’t something you should know for your own sanity. Hell, you probably should’ve ran in the opposite direction when he told you what his job was. But for some reason, you just couldn’t.

The warehouse was so far off the map that after all this time together, you still got confused every time you went. But Felix’s hand in yours as his other gripped the steering wheel was comfort enough that the two of you weren’t lost despite not having seen a single building for the past twenty minutes. The enormous coat was discarded in the backseat, leaving your long term boyfriend in just a gray tank top and matching red pants, and to say you wanted to jump his bones would’ve been an understatement. He knew how much you adored his body, even more when there was just a thin barrier between you and his skin. It was like he dressed this way knowing you couldn’t say no to spending more time with him, even if it was at his scary, illegal job.

There were no other cars in the lot as the two of you pulled up, but a single text message and the garage doors of the old warehouse opened up and Felix entered. Ominous as always, you got chills as the dark interior shadowed your car before your eyes adjusted to the dim light. Large machines were lined up in the middle, rows of people wearing gloves and handling the product with tongs and tweezers working away at them doing god knows what. If Felix had told you what he did for a living before bringing you here to witness the stacks of washing machines and dryers tumbling loads of green paper, you would’ve laughed in his face. How could such a charming and sweet person as he is, be involved in money laundering? Let alone, running the entire thing?

Felix didn’t let you dwindle on the recollection too long, putting the car in park and strutting to your side to open the door. You gave him a gentle kiss on the lips as he crowded your view of the working floor, he never did like you looking too closely, not that you were complaining. The less you knew, the better.

You stepped out of the vehicle and opened the back passenger door to grab his obnoxiously large coat, draping it over his shoulders to take his hand as he led you towards his office.

“On track today?” Felix called out to the person at the end of the pathway overlooking the floor.

“Hello Sir, greetings Missus. Ahead of the game today, actually. You were right, new machines were worth the investment. What a… wonderful coat,” the goon gave a quick bow and kept his head low as you and Felix got closer.

“I always am. And thank you,” your boyfriend said lowly, patting the worker on the shoulder when the pair of you passed him and entered his office.

Only once finally in the confines of his private room and locking the door behind him did Felix let out a quivering sigh. Though, you didn’t ask why. He knew you were there to lend an ear if he decided he needed the support. His work was a touchy subject, you didn’t want to add to his already heavy burden by pestering him. However, it seemed he was in a chatty mood.

“I hate that guy,” Felix admitted, coming in close and hugging you from behind with his back to the shaded window that overlooked the work floor.

You melted into the warmth of his chest and coziness of the fluffy red coat, “why?”

“He’s scared of me. I don’t like people who are scared of me. I’m not scary, am I, sweetheart?” He hid his face in the crook of your neck and lowered his voice to rumble against your skin.

“Not in the slightest. But I decided that before I knew you were a crime lord.” Felix laughed deeply and spun you around, taking your cheeks in his hands again.

“So you’re not even the slightest bit afraid?” He was smirking that stupidly attractive smirk and tilting his head so catlike.

You shivered, but not from his words so much as the way he was looking at you, that same glimmer of mischief in his eyes that you knew so well. You shook your head, no, “should I be afraid?”

Felix sucked in a deep breath before letting it out and coming in close to your face. You could feel his warm breath against your lips, grazing your own but not quite touching, though you wished he would. Years together and you still feel the electric shock whenever he so much as looks your way. “You don’t have to be,” he whispered and paused as your breath caught in your throat. “But everyone else should.”

He crashed into you with force so strong that you stumbled back until your ass hit the desk. Felix immediately drew your dress high on your hips and lifted you on to it without breaking the kiss, roaming his hands up and down your body while you laced your fingers in his hair. You struggled to breath at the sheer intensity at which he ravaged your mouth, tongues and spit mixing and echoing throughout the thin walled room. You silently thanked the heavens that the blinds were closed, it wasn’t particularly high up on your to-do list to be watched by all of his employees.

Nipping lightly at your neck then falling to his knees in front of you, Felix dragged your underwear just below your knees and ducked under them to toss your legs over his shoulders and spread them wide. He dove in without hesitation to lick a fat strip up the center of your core and have you whine out in sudden stimulation. As if he didn’t have you last night as well, he suckled and slurped and tongued at you like a hungry dog, no interest in stopping or slowing down. Felix was especially good with his lips, plump and thick cupping around your bundle of nerves so nicely as you clenched around nothing, eventually enticing your first orgasm out of you from his mouth alone. You squeezed his head between your legs and knocked away whatever was on his desk as you leaned back to keep from falling over, calling out his name with a high pitched cry.

He huffed and puffed for air when you finally released him, already pulling his pants down and clearing the desk behind you entirely so you could lay back. Felix guided your knees around his torso and lazily pumped himself a few times before swiping his red tip at your wetness. Between the delirious satisfaction you felt and the similarity of the color of the coat and the head of his cock, you couldn’t suppress the giggle leaving your mouth. “Oh no,” you hummed, “such a big, scary villain! What are you gonna do to me?” The feigned fear made him grin down at you and pull the top of your dress as far down as it’d go. In the process, he got a little too excited and ripped the seam down the front and side of the dress.

“Gonna make you scream my name, pretty baby. Gonna make sure everyone out there knows who you belong to.” He swiped the tip across your sensitive clit, making you whine a little more, but feel even more desperate for his touch. You pulled him down by the collar of the coat for a heavy, heated kiss, Felix falling and catching himself with both hands on either side of your head. Amidst the saliva being swapped he managed to blindly fumble to find your entrance and push in, both you moaning into one another's mouths.

The stretch was dizzying, you dug your heels into his back to reach further into your deepest parts and nudge the sweet spot. The coat was proving to be rather practical, making a wonderful harness of sorts for you to hold on to just because you wanted him to stay close.

Felix moved his hips slowly at first, working you up and letting you have your way for a few moments longer. But he was growing too desperate, unable to hold back now that he was buried in your warm, wet, pulsing walls. He placed a few more loving kisses to your lips knowing nothing he was doing to you was anywhere near appropriate for work. Not that he cared, he’s the boss, he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

Including fucking you senseless for everyone to hear.

He stood up again and let your hands keep hold of the hem of his fluffy red coat, big enough to cover your body if anyone decided to come wandering in. Felix brought his thumb to your mouth and pushed in, letting your saliva coat the digit to and bring it back down to your clit, rubbing slow, perfectly practiced figure eights into it. You convulsed tighter around his cock, slick sounds filling the room and he was hardly even moving. Though, as his pace picked up, the wetness was overtaken by skin on skin and the creaking of the wooden desk beneath you. Deep grunts accompanied your wails of pleasure as his thumb failed to cease its assault to your nerves and make you feel trapped in a whirlwind of bliss. His smell surrounded you and made it hard to breathe, his skin was so warm and he sounded so pretty, you couldn’t focus on anything except him, him, him.

“C’mon baby, where are your manners? It’s polite to praise whoever is doing you a service,” Felix’s voice seemed to have dropped into octaves you didn’t think was possible despite knowing you’d heard it hundreds of times. He never failed to amaze you.

“Fuck– more, baby, please. So sexy, so good, so big– ahh!” His pace picked up exponentially, short and quick ruts into your cunt instead of long strides to hit your g-spot at a consistent pace. Eyes rolling back, you could feel the knot in your belly tightening every time his pelvis hit yours, every delicious rub against your clit, he knew exactly how to make you melt.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his lower lip finding its way between his teeth and brow furrowing in concentration.

“Li– fuck– Lix, baby, god–”

“Again,” a not light, but not too rough of a slap he sent to your ass, causing your hips to buck into his hand.

“Baby, please! Gonna–”

“Say. My. Name,” each word menacingly punctuated in between thrusts.

“Fuck– F– Felix!”

The cry must’ve reached the logical part of his brain and allowed mercy, “shit– cum, sweetheart.”

He fucked you through your orgasm, letting both his hands grip your waist and take advantage of the erratic movement of your walls, quick staccato’d thrusts into you that prolonged the high. Once the light faded from the back of your eyelids, you were able to coerce your boyfriend into his own bliss, “fill me up, baby. Show everyone, who do I belong to?”

Felix’s head fell back as he sunk into you and let the groan rumble from within his chest, seed coating your walls and milking him dry. His hips twitched as he attempted to come back to earth and regained his breath. Slowly his head rolled back around to look down at you with the largest smile, “you should come to work with me more often.”

“I don’t think your employees would appreciate me taking up all your time,” you could only manage to whisper seeing as your throat was dry and sore.

“Doesn’t matter what they think. They work for me, I’m in charge.” Felix bent over and kissed you, soft and sweet, the same way you knew him to be. You hummed against his lips, “mhm.” 

He pulled out shortly after a few more moments of reassuring smooches, maneuvering to step aside and pull your panties back up while readjusting your dress. Felix laughed at the state of you while he fixed himself up as well, patting down your messy hair and gesturing at your smudged lipstick.

Thumb to your lips, there was a knock at the door. Felix yelled, “come in,” to reveal the same worker from earlier.

“Sorry to…” the employee looked at you then at his boss, “...interrupt. But Mr. Bang is here to collect.” Your boyfriend merely nodded his head and the goon disappeared again.

Felix turned to you, taking you in his arms again for a tight embrace and chaste pecks to your cheek. “Sorry, sweetheart. Time for business.”

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can you write a fake dating situation with lance stroll??

Now and Later | Lance Stroll

Fuck, not this again. 

This was one of the reasons you avoided hanging out with this particular group of friends back at home. Sure, they were great fun and all, but they all still had your stupid ex on instagram and were quite fond of posting stories- location tag and all included. They weren’t super close to you, but since you landed that fancy job in the media management department for Aston Martin, they just loved to pretend like they gave a damn about you or your life. Clubbing with them was fun though, and you needed a distraction from the stress your home-life had sprung at you. God, how you missed your old friend group, you were happy for them, but you really missed hanging out with them; they were fun, sweet, supportive, and were fully aware of how obnoxious your ex-boyfriend was. 

You had moved away from the dance floor when you saw him, hiding your face near the bar. He saw your group and was slowly advancing towards them, so as to not raise any alarms. You reached the bar and ordered another drink, if you were going to talk to that bastard, you were going to do it drunk. You downed the first drink faster than you expected and were ordering the second when you felt someones’ hand on your shoulder as they sat next to you on the bar. 

Welp, this was happening. 

You turned, adorning the most annoyed expression that you could, only to see your much loved (by you) colleague. His smile dropped when he saw your expression, confusion washing over his face. 

“Uh, hey is this a bad time?” He asked hesitantly. 

“Oh my God Lance, I’m so sorry, I thought you were someone else.” You apologized, expression dropping immediately as your face turned bright red.  

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, just some old problems that won’t fucking leave me alone.” You mumbled into your glass as you brought it to your face.

Lance laughed, and there began another problem which you’d been desperately trying to avoid. He looked so ridiculously adorable when he smiled, and even more so when he laughed. The way his usually intense eyes would soften and crinkle on the sides, and how cute he sounded when he laughed. God, having a crush on Lance was terrifying, not just because of the power dynamic, but also because you could never be sure if he actually reciprocated anything. You had caught him staring a few times before, but sometimes you’d also seen him completely zone out and stare at things, and so, for the sake of your own sanity, you brushed it off as that. 

“What type of problems are we talking about here?” He laughed, politely gesturing for the bartender to bring two of what you were having. 

“Oh y’know, I don’t wanna bore you.” You replied, almost embarrassed to be talking to him about this. 

He seemed to not have heard you, so he leaned in, allowing you to get a pretty good smell of his cologne. Sure, you’d been in accidental close proximity before, but this was so much more different. You both were out of the green Aston-Martin apparel you were accustomed to seeing each other in, and you were certain that he lingered a moment too long after you had repeated what you said. 

“Oh, you’re not boring me at all, I’d love to know more about you, we barely get to talk at work.” He replied, bringing his stool closer to yours, “Plus, I’d love to see what's got you drinking like this.” 

He had to have been drunk, or at least a little tipsy. You two had joked around and had your laughs before, but this just felt so different, he suddenly seemed so much more comfortable and confident. Maybe the lack of cameras and the general stress of the job was doing its magic or maybe it was your low-cut top that had him acting differently. Either way, you weren’t complaining. You liked it when Lance would talk to you, even more so when it would be a one-on-one conversation between you two. It always felt natural almost, like you two were great friends in the past or something. 

“Oh Lance, y’know how it is,” You tried stalling, there was no way you were going to dish about your ex with him, nope it was far too embarrassing, “This and that..”

“This and what? Come on, tell me already.” He laughed, determined to find out why you looked so stressed at a bar and why you had managed to finish your drink this fast again.

“I-” You were interrupted when you spotted your friend pointing at the bar, directing your ex towards you. Panic set in, and you knew you didn’t want to have this conversation, especially in front of someone who was technically your boss. 

Luckily for you, Lance was quick to read your eyes, following their direction and understanding that the man slowly approaching you two was definitely coming there with a purpose; considering the look in your eyes, he also understood that you weren’t particularly excited to be at the receiving end of this supposed purpose. He was slightly tipsy, and you looked really pretty tonight, so he decided to take a barely calculated decision. He knew he had to act fast, considering the man was barely a few feet away, Lance grabbed your face, turning it in his direction. Your eyes widened at the unexpected physical contact, barely managing to process it before he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips felt soft in contrast to how heated the kiss was, his lips passionately moving against yours as one of his hands slipped down to your waist, hooking his finger in the loop of your jeans and pulling you onto his lap. You were surprised, to say the least, but you reciprocated it nonetheless, leaning onto him as you straddled his lap, surprised at the stability of the stool you were seated on. And for a moment, when you two pulled away for air- and you locked your eyes into his- you forgot about the reason for the kiss, melting as his eyes looked in yours before he pulled your face in again, thumb stroking your cheek as he deepened the kiss. 

If it wasn’t for your ex clearing his throat, you two would have probably gone at it for longer, with neither one of you having any objections at all. You turned your face at the man who stood half a foot away from you two, staring angrily at you. You readjusted yourself in his lap, leaning into the facade, you brought a thumb near your lips, cleaning the slight smudge of your lipgloss.

“Hey.” He said, glaring at Lance. 

“Hi.” Lance smiled, both hands now on your waist. 

You could cut the tension with a knife if you wanted to, your ex-boyfriend had no right to be this annoyed, especially not at Lance. His anger was unjustified, and almost annoying, who was he to get mad if you were dating someone? It's not like he knew it was fake. 

“Who’s this babe?” Lance asked, looking at you with the sweetest eyes imaginable, making you melt momentarily. 

“I’m her ex-boyfriend.” He replied, inching closer to the two of you.

“Do you have somethinggg to say?” Lance asked, turning to him.

He opened his mouth for a minute, surprised at how direct the question was. This was definitely not what he was expecting.

“No?” Lance asked, barely allowing him to answer, “Alright, cool.” 

He turned back to kiss you, his hand finding its way back to your cheek that was now currently bright red. Sure, you thought Lance was pretending, but to him, he just saw this as an opportunity to act out on something he’d been feeling for a while now. He’d thought you were cute the moment he saw you, but it wasn't until he talked to you separately did he realize the fact that he liked you. He was way more than excited when he saw you walk into the club with your sexy little top on, and he was more than glad when you came towards the bar. Sure, he’d have wanted to ask you out in better circumstances, but he was definitely not going to complain about his current situation with you on top of him, slightly grinding on him as you two were making out infront of your bloke of an ex. 

You were the one to pull away, coming to your senses when you thought the room was clear to drop the pretense. You were flushed, your breath uneven as you fixed your top that hiked up slightly because of Lances’ exploring hands. 

“Uh,” You weren’t sure what to say, “Lance, I-” 

“I’m sorry for not asking, I just thought it’d be better than talking to that loser.” Lance chuckled. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or if it was how cute you looked when you were flushed, but he really did get an urge to drop all possible formalities. If you could have given that guy a chance, then maybe Lances’ odds weren’t so bad at the moment. Plus, at one point, he was certain neither of you were pretending. 

“No no, I didn’t mind that at all.” You replied, dipping your head down a little to hide the blush that was painting your face.

“Good girl.” Lance whispered, face close to your ear. 

You didn’t think you could blush any harder than you were at that moment. You felt like you were going to explode, everything had happened so fast, and you ran through so many emotions, you were practically feeling lightheaded. Chugging all those drinks didn’t help either, because now you were certain that you had passed out and this was all a dream. Snapping yourself back to reality, you became aware of the fact that you were sitting on Lance Strolls’ lap in a busy bar. You hopped off him, fixing your hair and lip gloss as you stood next to him, looking around to see if anyone had witnessed all that happened. Luckily your friends were too busy dancing and your ex hadn’t seemed to recognise Lance, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Uh, thanks for saving my ass right now,” You mumbled, barely able to look at him, “I really didn’t want to talk to that guy.”

“Hey,” Lance stood up, towering over you as his arms got a hold of your sides, prompting you to look up at him, “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, just uh, a little surprised, that’s all.” 

“Surprised in a good way or a bad way?” He asked, eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“A good way.” You smiled, entranced by his eyes enough to not care about how hard you were blushing.

“Good, because I was hoping I could make this pretense a reality, and uh take you out for dinner tomorrow?” He asked, a small spark of hope in his eyes.

“Uh, yeah that sounds great.” You replied, almost needing to pinch yourself to accept the reality of the situation. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 8.” He smirked, “Why don’t you go tell your friends that you’re going home and I’ll drop you home right now.” 

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A/N: Hi! sorry I got carried away, thank you so much for the cute request anon! I loved writing this, hope you liked it! <3

Also, I don't know if this was cliche? like I thought of a plus one to a friends wedding type of fic, but that was also kinda cliche? idk, I hope I didn't disappoint haha

As usual, my ask box is open for requests and criticism, lmk how you like it!!

[ladykissingfish]

I love how your writing style reads like short stories ☺️ Questiok: I don’t know if this is a ship you like or not but can you do Tobimada or madatobi?

I know you sent this quite a while ago but I thought I’d save it for Madara’s day. Here ya go!

*in Tobirama and Madara’s bedroom, early in the morning*

Madara: *reaches over and punches the sleeping Tobirama’s shoulder*

Madara: Oi, Senju bastard, wake up! It’s the most important day of the year!!

Tobirama: *yawns and turns on his side* While Christmas Eve is indeed an important day, I don’t think I’d call it the most important day of the year. Go back to bed.

Madara, scowling: Christmas Eve? Take that back before I incinerate you to ashes, you asshole.

Tobirama: Why would you do that for me stating the obvious? It IS Christmas Eve. Nothing else. Right?? Or … am I missing something?

Madara: *sighing and turning over* No, no, you’re right. How silly of me; I’ll just go back to sl —

Madara: *stops; looks at his hand for the first time. there’s a new ring on his pointer finger, a silver band with a ruby in the center, flanked on either side by a small white diamond*

Madara, sitting up and holding out his hand: T-Tobi! When did you —

Tobirama, smiling and also sitting up: When you were sleeping. Do you like it? 

Madara, softly: It’s beautiful. Red and white; my powerful eyes and your blindingly bright albino skin.

Tobirama: Gee, thanks. Anyways … *rolls over on top of Madara and kisses him* Happy birthday, you insufferable prick.

Madara: *kissing him back* Thanks, you horrible human. But is the ring all I get? Because … *slides his hands down Tobirama’s waist* I can think of something else I want even more ~

Tobirama: Ah, that might have to wait until later, Uchiha. I don’t think our guests would enjoy hearing you scream.

Madara: Guests? What —

*heard out in the kitchen*

Izuna: Senju. For the love of God, go home.

Hashirama: I can’t go home! Madara is my best friend! How would he feel if I didn’t at least make him breakfast on his birthday?!

Izuna: Relieved! To avoid the food poisoning! GO HOME!

Hashirama: Why the hell do YOU get to make him breakfast then?!

Izuna: He’s my big brother!! I’ve made him breakfast in bed on his birthday for years and years! And besides, you can’t cook!

Hashirama: Yes I can!! Look at how perfect my French toast turned out!

Izuna: It’s burnt around the edges and soggy in the middle!

Hashirama, sounding close to tears: Madara will appreciate my effort, at least. Now let me through!

Izuna: You know what? Fine! *the sound of plates being smashed on the floor* Walk over that in your bare feet and you can bring him breakfast!

Hashirama: Are you crazy?! We picked up those plates at the last flea market we went to! They’re a symbol of our undying friendship!

Izuna: Oh? Well in that case … *throws more plates on the ground* Now they’re a symbol of garbage. Just like you and your entire clan.

Hashirama: You little asshole! I should —

*back in the bedroom*

Madara: Good God … were WE that obnoxious during our courtship?

Tobirama: Well you did break quite a few glasses over my head. And who could forget that time you mailed a package of venomous snakes to my office …

Madara: Heh. I really did like you.

Tobirama: I know. *leans over and kisses him* It’s up to you, birthday boy. Should we go out there and break them up, or should we stay cuddled up for a few more hours? 

Madara: I —

*from the kitchen, the sound of Izuna using his katon to light things on fire and Hashirama screaming*

Madara: *burying his head against Tobirama’s chest* They’ll be fine. Worse comes to worse we can always get a new house.

Tobirama: Mm.

[hey-kae]

A Gift from the Ferrari Gods

Part 1: 20 Minutes to Spare

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Request: Hello! Love your writing!!! I don’t know if you take requests, but I was wondering if you would maybe write a Sequel to 20 mins to spare where Charles brought home one of the race suits? And then sexy shenanigans follow 😈😈 If not, totally understand, and I hope you keep putting up content!!

Warnings: Thigh riding, fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (kinda), cockwarming(kinda), slight praise kink i think, begging and orgasm control. (Buckle up ig)

Sidenote: Did i google the french translation for “i’m gonna cum” and never used it because it made me uncomfortable? Yeah i did… Also, this is long and it’s pure filth. Read at your own risk!

It was already past ten in the morning when your deep slumber was knocked out of its place by that weird phase of half-sleeping where you can hear everything around you. An obnoxious bird outside was loudly contributing to the process of waking you up and any chance of falling back asleep was eliminated when you sensed a figure standing by the side of the bed, shadowing you as if it was waiting for you to open your eyes.

It would’ve been creepy if you didn’t know who it was. Charles.

“What do you want?” You groaned in annoyance, turning onto your back and covering your face with a pillow so you wouldn’t have to face the sunlight just yet.

You waited a few seconds, awaiting a reply but you received none, what weirded you out.

Throwing the pillow away, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes then propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up to find a bright flash of Ferrari red blocking your view. The color was too much to take, considering the fact that you had just woken up.

Once your vision adjusted to the intrusion, you realized that Charles was just casually wearing a race suit, minus the shoes and gloves, and standing still-as-stone with a stupidly big smile on his face.

“You’re going somewhere?” You asked, wondering if you had forgotten about some event he told you about.

“Non.” He chuckled.

“Is this some sort of a suit fitting or something?” You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out why he was just wearing his suit in the house.

“Also no.”

“Then, what the hell is going on?” You frowned, now genuinely confused.

“C’mon. Think a little!” He teased, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

The wheels in your mind started spinning, trying to find any memory that would point you to the reason behind your boyfriend’s current attire.

“It’s still too early for this, Charles.” You gave up, “Why are you wearing the suit?”

“You forgot about Canada already?” He smirked, pulling the sheets off your body and placing his hand on your leg.

“What? What does that-“ then the conversation that happened after you had sex in the bathroom resurfaced in your mind, “Oh my god, Charles! I was joking!” You gasped.

You were wide awake now and fully sat up in the bed, your eyes glued on Charles as he laughed full-heartedly.

“Does that mean it doesn’t turn you on?” He teasingly asked after his laughter died down, already knowing the honest answer to his question.

“Viens ici, mon amour.” Come here, my love. He held out his hand and you took it, allowing him to help you onto his lap, the pajama shorts you were wearing doing barely anything to shield your skin from the rough material of his suit.

“Réponds-moi, chérie.” Answer me, darling. He slipped his hands under your shirt, resting them firmly on your waist. “It doesn’t turn you on?” His eyes studied your expression attentively, not wanting to miss any of your reactions to his words and his touch.

“I never said that.” You shortly replied, you walls clenching as you realized where this was going.

“Good.” He fiddled with the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off.

With newfound eagerness, you quickly nodded and he pulled the material over your head, cursing under his breath when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He pulled you closer, eliminating the remaining distance between you two and kissing you with pure hunger. His hands moved up your body painfully slow until they reached your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers and rubbing them with his thumbs.

When it came to Charles, that was enough to have you moaning into his mouth, that was all it took for you to start rocking against his crotch, desperate for any friction as you felt the wetness start to pool between your legs.

Charles then broke the kiss, moving down to nibble on your neck instead, leaving small marks on your collarbones.

“Wanna hear you, baby.” He spoke against your skin, the vibrations of his voice making you shiver.

His hands went back to your nipples and he pinched them with just enough force that you let out a high pitched moan and arched your body into him.

“Encore.” More.

He trailed his mouth down until his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud of nerves, his teeth carefully grazing the sensitive skin there. The feeling left you desperately aching for more, for stronger pleasure. It made you want anything he was willing to give, not caring if it was his fingers, his tongue or his dick.

“Charles, please.” You pleaded, you hand tugging on his hair to relieve some tension.

“Please what, ma belle?” He looked at you, clearly wanting an answer but not just any answer. He wanted an explicit one that would describe everything that’s on your mind in the filthiest way possible.

“Fuck… Please fuck me, Charles.” You begged, ending the sentence with a peck to his lips.

“Tsk,” he kissed your lips, “pas encore au moins.” Not yet at least, then his lips met the spot under your ear, “Il y a beaucoup de choses que je veux te faire d'abord.” There’s a lot of things i wanna do to you first. He clarified before he kissed the base of your neck then proceeded to suck a hickey there, the light stinging making you whimper.

Once he was satisfied with the mark he left, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging on them demandingly.

“I want these off.”

You frowned at him as you realized that would leave you fully naked while he’s still completely covered up.

“You’re still fully dressed.” You pointed out, moving your hands to try to unzip the suit. However, he stopped your movements, grabbing your hand in his and bringing it up to kiss it.

“I wanna make the most out of the suit, mon amour.”

You didn’t really know what he meant but it didn’t matter because you trusted him, so you got up and slipped your shorts off, your panties immediately following.

You went back to straddle Charles but his hands immediately found your waist and he guided you into a sitting position different than the previous one. Much to your delight, you were now straddling his thigh, the contact between your clit and the suit material already making it difficult to breath steadily. It clicked in your mind, what Charles wanted and you almost moaned at the thought.

“Ride my thigh, ma belle. Make a mess on the suit for me.” You let out a shaky breath as his hands guided you to move. Your eyes squeezed shut, the amount of pleasure the friction was giving you being quite surprising.

“Non, ma cherie. Keep your eyes on me or I won’t let you cum. D’accord?” Okay? He instructed, one of his hands intertwining with yours. He started moving both your hands down your body until he reached his destination, one of his fingers slipping between your folds to rub your clit as he made sure to keep the rest interlaced with your fingers. You struggled to keep your eyes open as the pleasure intensified but you managed to keep them locked with Charles’ lust-filled ones. The way he was looking at you was sending electric sparks through you veins, effortlessly electrifying you. His eyes seemed to study every reaction you made and he payed attention to every breath you let out and every pleading whimper that slipped past your lips. He had his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he watched you ride his thigh, your eyes dark with lust and hooded from the pleasure, your cheeks already red as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Charles.” You whined, fighting the urge to just throw your head back and shut your eyes, letting the pleasure take over you. You found yourself searching for any support, your free hand eventually reaching for Charles chest, clutching onto the red material of the suit as you continued rocking your hips on his thigh.

“Merde, comme j’adore te voire comme ça.” Shit, how i adore seeing you like this. He said, your leg brushing against against his boner repeatedly driving him mad. His moved his hands back to your hips, gripping onto you so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if it left marks, forcing you to move faster. A string of profanities spilled out of your mouth as a result. Meanwhile, his strong gaze was making this experience ten times more erotic. It made you shake with pleasure as his eyes bored into yours with bone-chilling intensity.

“Oh god, i’m gonna-“ A load moan cut you off as your body begged you to release.

“Let it go, baby.” Charles reassured you, placing a kiss onto your chest. That was all it took for your head to fall backwards, the pressure in your stomach exploding as you whimpered in sensitivity. Your whole body shook as you released onto your boyfriend’s clothed thigh.

After that, and without any warning, Charles hoisted you up, turned around and laid you down on the bed while you were still panting, struggling to recover from such an intense orgasm. His lips immediately found yours as he hovered above you. The kiss held so much passion, desperation and lust, his teeth nibbling on your lips, his tongue fighting yours for dominance and pushing to freely discover your mouth. He kissed you like he was desperate to memorize the curve of your lips.

Little did you know that it was just a distraction since Charles wanted to catch you off guard. His plan seemed to have worked perfectly and he was greatly satisfied to hear you gasp when two of his fingers pushed into you without any warning. Your back arched in pleasure as your mind caught onto what was happening.

“Oh my god, Charles.” You moaned against his lips and you literally felt him smirk in satisfaction. He then moved down to l leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, simultaneously curling his fingers inside of you, rubbing all the right spots that have you whining in ecstasy under him. You reaction encouraged him to make it a point to curl them every few thrusts, loving how you reacted when he did.

Wanting to admire you as usual, Charles sat up a bit straighter, his eyes taking in every curve of your body and settling down onto your pussy where his fingers repeatedly disappeared inside of you.

“So fucking pretty with my fingers inside of you.” He praised, “Do you like it, ma belle? Does it feel good?” He asked in a dazed voice, getting lost in the sight of you so vulnerable under him, writhing on your shared bed as his fingers fucked you.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t muster an answer even if your life depended on it. You cried out his name in response, knowing Charles loved it when you did that. Other people might want clear answers and words, but he lived for the idea that you were too far gone to reply, that he was giving you so much pleasure that your brain couldn’t think of any words other than his name.

Your legs were starting to shake and close shut as another wave of pleasure built up inside of you but Charles was quick to force them apart with his knees while simultaneously increasing the speed he was moving his hand at. You didn’t really expect any less from him, given the fast reactions he was trained to have and all. It took seconds after that for him to feel your walls tightening against his digits. Once again, the pleasure took over your mind and you hand fisted the bedsheet as your moans increased. Another orgasm shook your body and you came for the second time, whimpering Charles’ name over and over.

Through hooded eyes, you watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning your arousal off of them with his tongue. He groaned once he realized you were watching, wanting you to know how much he enjoyed tasting you. His little show was the direct cause behind your inability to catch your breath.

“You should get a side job as a professional torturer. You’d do great in that field.” You joked, catching a glimpse of entertainment in his eyes.

“You taste so good, mon amour. Ça me donne l’envie d’en avoir plus.” It makes me want to have more. He suggested, already pushing your legs back apart. However, this time, you were quick to sit up, pushing him back by the shoulders.

“Take the suit off, for fuck’s sake. I might have said i like it but nothing comes close to being as attractive as your naked body.” You told him, giving his lips a small kiss and sliding your hand down to cup his erection, figuring that it might help your case. You were just craving the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

He seemed to be thinking his options through for a few seconds before he finally pulled you closer and breathed the words into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine: “Do it yourself if you are so desperate to see me naked, ma chérie.”

That was all it took for you to push him back so that he was laying with his back against the mattress. You climbed on top of him, your legs on either side of his body, your pussy right on top of crotch.

While it seemed unfair to tease him after the two mind blowing orgasms he gave you, you just couldn’t resist the urge to. You rocked your hips against him and smiled when he whined your name pleadingly.

You started off by kissing him, making sure to keep moving against his cock, feeling how hard he was for you. Then, you bit his lower lip, pulling on it a little before moving down to his neck, kissing it all the way down until you reached the collar of the race suit. You hands rushed to undo all the velcro tape that secured the zipper and once that part was done, you took the zipper’s slider between your teeth and started dragging it down slowly while looking up at Charles who was closely watching you with hunger, his lips parted open and lust written all over his face. You maintained eye contact and continued undressing him.

Once the race suit was completely unzipped, he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and you pulled the item of clothing completely off, leaving him in his boxers. It was a pleasant surprise that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it like he normally did.

“You’ve taken such good care of me, mon amour, now let me take care of you.” You said, kissing his chest, his abs down his v-line, finally pulling his boxers off when you reached them, freeing his hard length. Charles immediately groaned in relief.

You stroked him a few time, rubbing your thumb along his tip, hearing him gasp as you licked his length all the way down to the base. You looked up to find him already watching you so you locked eyes with him, knowing he loved that.

A euphoric whimper left his mouth as he felt the warmth of your mouth around him, finally promising him a much needed relief.

Charles kept lifting his head off the mattress so he can watch you while you had your lips wrapped around him. You met his eyes right away, taking him deeper as he watched.

“Fuck.” He groaned when you looked up at him through your lashes just as he hit the back of your throat. You started moving your head up and down, basking in the noises Charles was making as you hollowed your cheeks around him, taking as much of him as possible into your mouth while moving your fingers around what you couldn’t take. His hands were forcefully tugging on the sheets, turning his knuckles white as your teeth very lightly grazed his length. Once you noticed his need to hold onto something, you brought your free hand up to one of his, intertwining your fingers. You immediately felt the pressure as he squeezed your hand, swearing left and right when you swirled your tongue on his tip.

No matter how good and natural Charles’ English became, he always referred back to his first language in these kinds of moments. You loved it. You loved hearing him curse in french and you loved it even more when he whispered filthy french remarks in you ear.

“Merde… Mon dieu, y/n. Je vais-“ Shit… My god, y/n. I’m gonna- He moaned, his hips bucking up, pushing himself further down your throat, making your eyes water. You could tell he was close. Seconds later, he finally let go, releasing into your mouth as he panted from his orgasm. You swallowed and sat up, smiling at him after wiping you mouth.

He smiled back and pulled you on top of him, kissing you passionately, but you knew him so well and you could tell there was still something on his mind. Therefore, it didn’t come as no surprise when he started mumbling against your lips.

“Still wanna taste you, chérie.” He said and quickly flipped you over so you were laying on your back. He kneeled by the bed and pulled you down so your legs were dangling off the edge.

“Spread your legs for me.” He asked and you happily complied.

“Si belle comme ça. Je t’adore,” So beautiful like this. I adore you, he kissed your inner thigh, “et j’adore ton corps.” And i adore your body. You felt his kisses turn into soft bites as he inched higher, coming closer to your wet core.

With no further warning, his tongue met your clit, flat against the nerve bundle.

“Spécialement cette partie de ton corps, chérie.” Especially this part of your body, darling. Contrasting his first move, he started giving you small licks, moving his tongue between your clit and your entrance.

“Charles, please.” You whined. Your body was ready to beg Charles for anything more.

“Quoi, mon amour? T’aime m’avoir entre tes jambes? Dis-moi combien tu aime ma langue, et je te donnerai ce que tu veux, chérie.” What, my love? Do you love having me between your legs? Tell me how much you love my tongue and i’ll give you what you want, darling. He told you then went back to teasing you.

“Please… Charles, please. Oh my god.” You moaned as he sucked on your clit.

“Dis-moi, ma belle.” Tell me, my beautiful. He still insisted, not backing down.

“Fuck. I love having you between my legs, i love it so much, i fucking adore your tongue and it makes me feel so fucking good. Fuck, Charles. Please, please do something.”

Having gotten what he wanted, he dived right in, pushing his tongue into you and licking you like he’s hungry for it. Your hands quickly got lost in his hair and he pulled your legs to rest on his shoulders, giving him better access to your pussy.

“So wet for me, ma belle.” Charles spoke against your entrance, sending the vibrations of his voice through your body. You felt his tongue stroking you in all the right places, making you arch your back. Charles’ hands immediately pressed against your stomach, pushing you back down to lay flat against the mattress.

“Un peu de patience, chérie.” A little bit of patience, darling. He taunted, guiding his fingers to rub your clit as his tongue lapped on your wetness.

It took barely any time for your orgasm to build up since you were still sensitive from his teasing and your two previous ones.

“I’m gonna cum.” You warned him before letting go while gasping his name, feeling his comforting hand rub circles on your thigh as you tugged on his hair.

“You’re doing such a good job, mon amour.” He praised and watched you get flustered over his comment. It made him grin.

He then laid beside you, held your hand and waited for you to recover, comfortingly kissing your knuckles and wrist for a couple minutes before pitching in the idea of him fucking you.

“Think you can still handle that?” He asked, pushing back the hair from your damp forehead.

You quickly nodded, desperately wanting to feel him fill you up even after three orgasms.

“T’es completement sûr?” You’re completely sure? He questioned.

Instead of a reply, you pulled him towards you and he quickly got the memo.

Charles got back on top of you, lodging himself between your legs, his mouth covering yours in loving kisses. His hand wrapped around his cock, repeatedly moving his tip from your clit to your entrance teasingly.

“Charles, s’il te plais…” Charles, please… you whined, not feeling appreciative of his teasing.

“Que veux tu, mon amour?” What do you want, my love? He smirked, pushing his tip into you little before moving it back to your clit.

“I want you. Fuck me. Please. I want to feel you filling me up so bad.” You begged in desperation and he thrust into you all at once, making your mouth fall open. He started moving inside of you almost immediately, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him making him feel so desperate for a second release.

“Always so good and warm around me.” He praised, pounding into you with increased spead, his hips meeting yours perfectly with every movement.

He knew your body like the back of his hand. He memorized all your cues, all your curves and all your features, but most importantly, he knew just what leaves you writhing and moaning beneath him. He knew that the spot he was hitting inside of you would make you whimper from the pleasure and he was right, your cries of ecstasy feeling like his own personal reward. He loved his effect on you and how responsive to him you were.

As the pleasure intensified, you decided that he was too far from you, that you needed him closer. Therefore, you reached up for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to your chest.

“I love you so much, Charles.” You breathed the words before meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss he happily welcomed.

“Je t’aime aussi, ma belle.” I love you too, my beautiful. He said the words back between kisses as he made sure to push deeper into you. Your hips subconsciously lifted to meet his thrusts, proving that your bodies were in full sync. The feeling made you release a high pitched moan that got muffled by Charles’ lips.

For many minutes, he moved inside you repeatedly, every thrust feeling better than the previous one and every move bringing you closer to your orgasm. You knew you wouldn’t last long since the sensitivity from your previous releases was still in effect. You were already struggling to steady your legs so you wrapped them around Charles, pulling him even closer if that was possible.

“More, please.” You managed to say, desperate for him to give you everything he has to give.

“More what, babe?” He sounded breathless but you were busy admiring how swollen his lips looked to acknowledge that.

“More everything, Charles.” You rushed then quickly pushed your lips against his again.

He moaned into your mouth and started thrusting faster and harder like you asked, one of his hands moving down your body, pulling one of your legs up by the thigh, giving him better access for a deeper angle as the other limb remained wrapped around him.

He could literally feel the vibrations in your legs as he felt you clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, i swear i’ll never get used to this.” He groaned then leaned down to kiss your neck, “Tu es si parfaite, mon amour.” You are so perfect, my love. The words were whispered right into your ear, igniting goosebumps on your skin as you felt the pleasure build up. Charles immediately noticed it by how hard your walls were squeezing him.

“You wanna cum, babe?” He asked.

“Yes. Oh god, fuck yes. I don’t think i can hold it, Charles.” You stated the obvious as your body shuddered with pent up pleasure.

“Then let go for me, chérie. Cum all over my cock.”

And you did let go. The intensity of such a strong orgasm blinded you, made you lose control over your body as Charles stilled inside of you. You brain seemed to have forgotten all the words it knew, settling down on repeatedly whining Charles’ name like a broken player, while he lightly caressed your thigh.

He patiently waited for your breathing to go back to normal and for you to open you eyes and when you did, you were met with his caring gaze and a soft smile on his lips.

“Tout va bien?” Is everything okay? He asked. You only nodded in response.

“I don’t want to push you too hard but can you handle one more? I wanna cum inside you so bad.”

You barely thought his words through before accepting. That’s the thing about sex with Charles: too much still never felt like enough.

“Wanna ride you though.” You slurred, suddenly feeling the need for control.

Charles gladly nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, kissing your temples.

You both then adjusted your positions so he was sat against the headboard with you on top of him, taking his dick inside of you as deep as it can go.

Sure, you were so incredibly sensitive that every move doubled in intensity but you were enjoying these moments of vulnerability with Charles.

You started moving, bouncing on his length and watching as his eyes closed and his head fell back against the headboard, exposing his neck. You leaned in closer and planted small kisses against his jaw. You debated giving him a love bite, calculating if it would fade before the Silverstone grand prix. Giving into your thoughts, you started sucking and biting onto the skin under his ear until you saw a bruise form. You made sure to keep the hickey small so it would fade just in time for his trip to Britain.

Meanwhile, Charles’ hands moved down your back and clawed at you ass as you alternated between bouncing on him and rolling your hips.

“Oh mon dieu. Oui chérie, juste comme ça.” Oh my god. Yes darling, just like that. He whined with a weak voice.

“J'aurais dû te faire supplier comme t’as fait à moi.” I should’ve made you beg like you did with me. You pointed out just to get a reaction out of him.

“Tu crois?” You think? He immediately replied in a challenging tone. You hummed in confirmation.

“Alright then.” His hands firmly gripped your waist, ending your brief moment of power by controlling your movements. The lazy and mellow pace quickly transformed back to a fast and rough one as he moved you faster against his dick, bringing out more frequent moans and whimpers from the both of you. The sensitivity of your clit from the preceding actions was starting to get to you as it rubbed against Charles’ crotch. It even increased as he started thrusting his hips up, making your breath catch in your throat at how deep in your stomach you felt him.

By now, you were feeling too weak to hold yourself up so you just collapsed on his chest, your lips parted and your eyes teary from the overwhelming pleasure. For the fifth time today, you felt your orgasm nearing, only this time it felt way more intense. This wasn’t a wave of pleasure, this was a fucking tsunami.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Charles’ hand briefly left your waist. He raked it through your hair, brushing it behind your ear so he could whisper to you.

“Pas encore, y/n. Attends un peu.” Not yet, y/n. Wait a little.

“What?” You mind was too hazy to comprehend that this was his reaction to you suggesting you make him beg.

“Beg for it, babe.” He smirked through his moans.

You immediately obeyed since you felt like you couldn’t hold it in for long, your shaking legs doing nothing but proving your point.

“Please, Charles, I need to cum so bad, please let me.” The brief sentence was all you managed to say.

“Oh c’mon, ma belle. Je suis certain que tu peux faire mieu que ça.” I’m sure you can do better than that.

“I need to cum so fucking bad. You feel so good so deep inside of me, i really need to cum all over your cock, Charles. Please, i’m begging you. I can’t hold it in anymore.” You blurted out, not understanding how you managed so much words in this state.

You got no reply from Charles. You just noticed him move you faster, making you shake and struggle more. Then you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Let go now.” He finally said and you both came together, cursing and whimpering each other’s names as you finally released. Tears spilled from your eyes as you felt the relief wash over you, the overstimulation making this feel way more sensual and intense than usual.

However, it worried Charles when he felt a teardrop fall onto his chest.

“Look at me, ma belle.” He lifted your chin up so he could see your face.

“Did i take it too far? Was it too much?” He asked with genuine worry once he saw your tear streaked cheeks. He wiped your face while waiting for a response.

“Oh my god, no! Not at all, mon amour. That was the best orgasm of my life.” You gave him a drunken smile and kissed his jaw since you didn’t have the energy to pull yourself up to kiss his lips yet. “It was perfect and you are beyond perfect.”

“You worried me for a second there, ma chérie.” He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close. Your arms imitated his and wrapped around his torso as well while you smiled at his concern.

“Is it a day off today?” You hopefully asked seconds later, desperately craving a lazy day of cuddling with him after so much action this morning.

He hummed in confirmation, resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes.

Your heart did a little dance at his response. You were more than delighted that you had him all to yourself the whole day.

“Then let me just get up and-“ you started to pull yourself up so he can pull out but Charles groaned in objection and held you closer.

“Not yet.” He objected, “This is easier than cleaning ourselves up anyway and it’s comfortable as fuck too.” He smiled.

There wasn’t a single bone in your body that was fighting to resist this offer so you just relaxed against him.

“Merci.” He thanked you for not arguing with him before reaching over to pull the covers on top of you.

The movement caused some friction down where your bodies were still joint together, making you hiss since you felt unable to handle even this slight friction.

“Sorry, babe.” He quickly apologized and covered the two of you up. You sat there in comfortable, much needed silence until he started speaking again.

“I would just like to take a moment to thank all the Ferrari gods for gifting us such a magical suit. It is truly a gift to be appreciated.” You looked up at Charles and saw him dramatically looking up, speaking like he was actually thanking a god of some sort with an adorable, playful grin on his face.

It made you chuckle against his chest and the sound immediately attracted his attention. He looked down at you with an adoring, delighted smile and kissed your forehead with so much emotion if felt like the physical form of “i love you”.

It barely took a couple minutes until the exhaustion of the morning’s events caught up to you two and you fell back asleep in each others’ arms with small, peaceful smiles painted on your lips.

[callsign-relic]

Hi Relic!!

I’m thinking about the luring people with holoforms thing again from that other ask. That’s got to be one of my favorite troupes. I think it would be interesting if they used some sort of calmer, making their targets a little more docile. Kind of similar to I’ll Take Better Care of You.

Uugghhhhnmmm drabble about it \/

People have been going missing in your city lately. It’s a little worrying, but the police have a handle on it. That’s what they said in the news, at least. Either way, as you sit at your local bar, you can’t help but feel a little tense about the guy sitting next to you. It’s not in a creepy way, not really, but who goes to a bar dressed like he just jumped out of the 80’s? His bright colored clothes and strange demeanor put you off, but as he starts to make conversation his weirdness starts to feel less apparent.

The more you talk the more you like him. He’s sweet, funny, a bit obnoxious, but who isn’t at this hour? He doesn’t tell you his name, and you don’t ask. It feels like you’ve known him forever. Him and his weird hair. At some point, he invites you out. He wants to go “somewhere special”. Feeling like you could trust him with anything, you agree. The two of you load into an Uber, he sets the destination. While you leave, a bright red and orange sports car follows, but you didn’t pay it much mind. It isn’t until you finally arrive at your “special place” that you begin to feel uneasy again.

You comment on the sports car following you around, but he brushes it off, saying something about how cool it looks. The place he took you is largely empty, not many buildings around. A queasy feeling builds in your stomach. Why did you trust him to bring you out here?

You stumble a bit, smile fading. You make an excuse to leave, but when you turn to look at him his eyes flicker. Actually, all of him flickers. Like a badly CGI’d hologram in a shitty movie. Mind clearer than ever you begin to wordlessly move away. Unfortunately, by then it’s too late. Your legs are shaky from fear but that only intensifies when something very, very large begins to move.

The sports car.

Now you feel the need to run. And you do, however short of an escape attempt was. Your body is quickly grabbed by something, the floor starts to grow smaller beneath you. You scream to no avail.

“Sorry bud, there’s no one else here to hear you.”

Stark, blue lights flash onto your face, temporarily blinding you.

“You’re so cute from up close like this! Hah, I should’ve done this sooner.”

Your eyes adjust to see a robotic face grinning out you with sharp, fanged teeth. The stress in your body instantly explodes and you struggle from something you understand to be a hand- though that is where your understanding of the situation ends.

“Ah, you’re going to love it with me. Promise. Come on, little buddy.”

He squeezes you gently. Something soft and tranquil falls over your mind, causing your struggling to stop without your permission. Your body grows tired and your muscles feel like stone. Your thoughts are the last to go out, simply wondering where you would end up now.

(I didn’t proofread this and I am sick, sorry for mistakes or strangeness!)

OH MY GOSSHDHDHDHSHS TRIPLEGLITCH THIS WAS AMAZING!!!!! Omg reminds me of the old days where you’d send drabbles to my ask box, I missed getting asks from you 😭

The line “you’re so cute from up close like this” made my stomach flip and even rewriting it for my response here made it flip AGAIN. GOD I love this so much. This is totally something Rodimus would do, gaining your trust and luring you to somewhere empty to where you can become his beloved little pet. You were so nice to him when you chatted at the bar, he knew you’d be the perfect little guy to have around the ship!

And god omg I love the idea that even as he held a conversation with you in holoform, he saw it no more as a silly game. He knew you were coming with him by the end of the night, but he wanted a peek at what human life was like. And it was so adorable, what humans seemed to busy themselves with. So simple. So quaint. But he was about to bring you into a much bigger world. Perhaps it may have been something behind your understanding, but he would be the one to guide you through it. It was his responsibility as a pet owner, after all <333

[angel-inrealtime]

November F1c Prompts Day 10

Day 10 - Sound (Voice)

You can (and do) wax lyrical about all the things you love about him. Friends say it’s disgusting with an affectionate tone of voice and a not insignificant amount of eye-rolling.

Near the top is his voice.

There’s just something...it’s like crushed velvet. Soft and warm and lush, something you can wrap around yourself for comfort, when you need it.

You’re not sure when he started using voice notes on top of texts, but you love so much to be able to listen to him retelling stories from the day like that, when you’re apart and your schedules don’t line up to call before bed. It always seems to happen on the days you could use it the most, too.

Generally you keep a small group of clients who have repeat work or ongoing projects, who know you don’t keep fixed hours and trust that the work will be done to your usual high standard. You make it clear, always, when onboarding new clients that this is the case without saying why. You’ve learned to trust your gut about potential red flags.

The latest one has been an exercise in not disregarding that for the sake of being excited to work with a brand (In not disregarding that generally, by the time you’re being suggested to help, engaged with that level of desperation, the cultural bar is underground).

So you’ve been travelling less to races and now you're in an awkward time zone compared to Daniel, snatching flurries of text messages back and forth and the very occasional phone call. You’d fallen asleep listening to him tell you about the day before, woken up to a half dead phone and a few text messages.

You spend a moment reading your messages from the other morning with a sigh.

Even after you shower, trying to decompress with the water as hot as you can stand and scrubbing your skin until it’s pink (like you can wash the day off, if you just try hard enough), you can still feel the tension all through your body.

You give in to the urge to order takeaway for the second time in the week, content that the Moroccan place down the street won’t let you down, at least, and open your emails for what you promise yourself will be the last time of the evening. Only to be incensed at the email clearly not meant for your eyes from the managing director (unsurprisingly the source of a lot of the issues). You storm to the office and plug your laptop in at your desk, screens lighting up bright in the near darkness.

By the time you’ve finished your furious typing (kept it professional, because God forbid you react accordingly to some obnoxious business man), there are tears streaming down your face. You leave the email on the screen to re-read with a cooler head in the morning and pop the hoodie of Daniel’s jumper up as you head downstairs to pick up your food.

It turns from angry tears to frustration at crying quickly, feels like your eyes are just overflowing for the sake of it. When your phone vibrates you pick it up without checking the caller ID, half expect it to be the director. “Y/N speaking.”

“Hi Y/N speaking, I’m Daniel.”

You burst into almost sobs just from the sound of his voice. “Sorry! Sorry, I...”

“Hey.” He must move somewhere quieter, voice soft around the edges suddenly. “What’s the matter bub? Are you okay? Darling.”

Your phone chirps in your ear with the FaceTime request and you sniffle. “I look awful.” You protest feebly. You want to see his face.

Daniel tuts. “I’ll be the judge of that.” When you hesitate still he makes a soft noise in his throat. “C’mon, I miss your face.”

You tuck yourself further into his hoodie, swipe over your cheeks with the sleeve in an attempt to tidy your face up a little. But the bags under your eyes are dark and now you’re all puffy from crying.

“There’s my girl.” He says it with the softest smile and still, it makes your stomach jump.

“Hi. Sorry, you’re probably busy...”

“Nah don’t worry about it. Making time.” You watch him squint at the screen, feel pinned under his scrutiny. “Are you okay? You look so tired. Are you sleeping?”

You prop the phone up against the wall, rest your head on your arms to look at him. You feel rubbed raw. “Today just...I’m an idiot.”

Daniel snorts. “I have it on good authority that isn’t true, babe. What happened?” He nudges.

You watch him like he’s still watching you – he looks just as tired, and thinner in the face than he should. “Ah I gave my initial feedback on some of the issues in a meeting – because I was asked to. But I think they wanted me to sanitise it, or something, which...what’s the point?”

Daniel makes a noise of understanding, fiddling with his hair now he can see it in the camera. And then he smiles a sly little smile. “Were you all sexy businesswoman?”

It does what you think he wanted it to; you laugh, just a little. “Daniel.”

“What did you wear? I’m a very visual person, you know. Just wanna set the scene.”

You keep laughing, shaking your head. “You’re the worst. I love you.”

You’ll never get tired of the sunshine bright smile it puts on his face to hear it; you’d say just that and nothing else forever to keep him that way. “And I love you. But what were you wearing?”

“That green silk skirt you like, with the white cashmere turtleneck, and a black suit jacket and black Louboutin heels.”

“The patent ones?”

“Yeah.”

He makes an appreciative noise. “Hot. Anyway, carry on. Scene fully visualised.”

You roll your eyes. “The rest of them seemed open to the ideas but the director’s just a...He’s the one causing the issues but heaven forbid we have a shred of self-reflection, or anything. But he sent this huge rant about me to a bunch of people and didn’t realise he included me.”

Daniel pulls a face. “Cunt. Want me to fight him?”

You give him a soft smile (he would, if you said yes). “Offer appreciated but unnecessary. I just...I don’t know, I’m so mad at myself then for ignoring the warning signs because I wanted to work with the company. I should know better.”

“Optimism and hope that something is good isn’t a bad thing, bub.” You can hear the weight behind what he’s saying. “Don’t punish yourself for it.”

“I know I shouldn’t. Anyway, I typed a response withdrawing my services effective immediately because they’re technically breaching my contract with all of his demands. I’m going to sleep on it and read over it in the morning but otherwise...I’ll meet you in Italy on Wednesday night?”

His eyes go wide in his face. “You’re gonna come to Monza?” He sounds almost awed.

“I haven’t seen you in weeks because I’ve been busy and you and the team have been hell bent on a good result there, my love. Yes, I’m coming to Monza.”

Daniel’s grin turns soft. “Lucky me.”

Crushed velvet, you think.

[wearelondonhq]

Time for a meme! If you want to take part all you have to do is reblog this post. Remember if you reblog to send them out to those who also do. Meme lasts from today (28/10) to the next Friday (03/11)! As always, please have fun and happy meme day!

1989 (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault) Meme:

"Slut!"

"What if all I need is you?"

"Got love-struck, went straight to my head."

"I'll pay the price, you won't."

"But if I'm all dressed up, they might as well be lookin' at us."

"They might as well be lookin' at us."

"I'm gonna be drunk."

"[She's/He's/They're] waitin' there."

"Everyone wants [him/her/them,] that was my crime."

"The wrong place at the right time."

"You're not sayin' you're in love with me."

"You're not sayin' you're in love with me, but you're going to."

"It's a big mistake."

"It might blow up in your pretty face."

"I'm not saying, "Do it anyway."

"Do it anyway."

Say Don't Go

"I've known it from the very start."

"We're a shot in the darkest dark."

"I'm unarmed."

"It won't stop."

"Don't go."

"I would stay forever if you say, "Don't go."

"Why'd you have to lead me on?"

"Why'd you have to twist the knife?"

"And I'm yours, but you're not mine."

"Why'd you have to make me want you?"

"Why'd you have to make me love you?"

"I said, "I love you." and you say nothin' back".

"I love you."

Now That We Don't Talk

"You part the crowd like the Red Sea."

"I guess I'll never, ever know, now that we don't talk"

"I called my mom, she said that it was for the best."

"You grew your hair long."

"I miss the old ways."

"You didn't have to change."

"I cannot be your friend."

"I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost."

"What do you tell your friends?"

"Guess maybe I am better off."

"Guess maybe I am better off now that we don't talk."

Suburban Legends

"All was quickly forgiven."

"It was almost obnoxious."

"I didn't come here to make friends."

"We were born to be suburban legends."

"And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever."

"I know that you still remember."

"You told me we'd get back together."

"Tick-tock on the clock."

"I broke my own heart."

"I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it."

"My whole life's ruined."

Is It Over Now?

"I slept all alone."

"Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later."

"You still wouldn't go."

"You dream of my mouth."

"You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor."

"Baby, was it over when she laid down on your couch?"

"Was it over, when he unbuttoned my blouse?"

"Just to see you come runnin', and say the one thing I've been wanting, but no."

"Come here."

"Is it over now?"

"Your new girl is my clone."

"At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight."

"If [she's/he's/they've] got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date [her/him/them.]"

"Think I didn't see you?"

"I was hoping you'd be there."

BONUS: Sentences memes from the full album under the cut should you want more options!

Welcome To New York

"Walkin' through a crowd, the village is aglow."

"Everybody here wanted something more."

"I could dance to this beat forever more."

"The lights are so bright."

"Everybody here was someone else before."

"And you can want who you want."

"And you can want who you want. Boys and boys, and girls and girls."

"Like any true love, it drives you crazy."

"You know you wouldn't change anything."

Blank Space

"Nice to meet you."

"I could show you incredible things."

"Saw you there and I thought, "Oh my God, look at that face."

"You look like my next mistake."

"I can read you like a magazine."

"Let's be friends."

"You can tell me when it's over."

"Got a long list of ex-lovers."

"They'll tell you I'm insane."

"We'll take this way too far."

"I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name."

"I can make all the tables turn."

"Oh my God, who is she?"

"Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"Don't say I didn't warn ya."

Style

"It's been a while since I have even heard from you."

"You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye."

"We never go out of style."

"I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt."

"Can't stop thinking 'bout you."

"I got that red lip classic thing that you like."

"Take me home."

Out Of The Woods

"Looking at it now, it all seems so simple."

"I remember."

"Are we out of the woods yet?"

"Are we in the clear yet?"

"We were built to fall apart."

"We were built to fall apart and fall back together."

"Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?"

"When the sun came up, I was looking at you."

"When the sun came up, you were looking at me."

"When you started crying, baby I did too."

"Remember when you couldn't take the heat, I walked out and said "I'm setting you free"".

All You Had To Do Was Stay

"People like you always want back the love they gave away."

"People like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed."

"All you had to do was stay."

"Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?"

"I've been pickin' up the pieces of the mess you made."

"This was what you wanted."

"You were all I wanted."

Shake It Off

"I stay out too late."

"I'm just gonna shake it off."

"I'm lightning on my feet."

"I'm dancin' on my own."

"My ex-man brought his new girlfriend."

"Won't you come on over, baby?"

I Wish You Would

"You're thinking that I hate you now 'cause you still don't know what I never said."

"I wish you would come back."

"Wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I live."

"You always knew how to push my buttons."

"I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for."

"Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore."

"I wish you would."

Bad Blood

"Now we got bad blood."

"Take a look what you've done."

"We got problems and I don't think we can solve 'em."

"Did you have to do this?"

"It's so sad to think about the good times."

"Still got scars on my back from your knife."

"If you're coming my way, just don't."

"You say sorry just for show."

"You forgive, you forget but you never let it go."

Wildest Dreams

"Nothing lasts forever."

"Say you'll remember me."

"Say you'll see me again."

"Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams."

"No one has to know what we do."

"His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room."

"You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down."

"Someday, when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around."

How You Get The Girl

"Are you insane?"

"It's been a long six months."

"Tell her how you must have lost your mind, when you left her all alone and never told her why."

"Pictures in frame, of kisses on cheeks."

"I want you for worse or for better."

"Broke your heart, I'll put it back together."

"That's how you lost the girl."

"That's how you get the girl."

"I don't want you to go."

"Remind me how it used to be."

This Love

"I never dreamed of this."

"Struggled through the night with someone new."

"You showed up just in time."

"This love came back to me."

"This love left a permanent mark."

"I watched you leave."

"When you're young, you just run."

"When you're young, you just run, but you come back to what you need."

I Know Places

"I can hear them whisper as we pass by."

"It's a bad sign."

"I know places we won't be found."

"Let them say what they want."

"Loose lips sink ships all the damn time."

"Not this time."

"Just grab my hand."

"You know for me, it's always you."

"I know for you, it's always me."

Clean

"The drought was the very worst."

"The flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst."

"I think I am finally clean."

"There was nothing left to do."

"I punched a hole in the roof."

"Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you."

"I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing."

"I won't give in."

"I'm never gonna risk it."

"And by morning, gone was any trace of you."

Wonderland

"We fell down a rabbit hole."

"Don't rush into things."

"Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?"

"Life was never worse but never better."

"Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?"

"I reached for you, but you were gone."

"I knew I had to go back home."

"You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had."

"We both went mad."

You Are In Love

"Time moved too fast."

"You can hear it in the silence."

"You are in love."

"You're my best friend."

"[He is/She is/They are] in love."

"You two are dancing in a snow globe."

"I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words."

"You can see it with the lights out."

New Romantics

"We're all bored."

"Trust me."

"Trust me, mine is better."

"We're so young."

"I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me."

"Come along with me."

"The best people in life are free."

"We need love."

"All we want is danger."

"The rumors are terrible and cruel."

"The rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey, most of them are true."

"Please take my hand."

"Please take me dancing."

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

(2)

Trigger Warnings - Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal mention, suicidal tendencies, self harm, mentions of self harm, mentions of abuse, abuse, child abuse, domestic assault, rape, victimization, talk of drug abuse, drug abuse, addiction, talk of murder, assault.

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The room was way too bright and positive for you. It was all annoying to look at. Why were you here? You shouldn't be here? This was all stupid, and pointless. The obnoxious positive affirmations that were scribbled into the white brick and the happy cat posters placed beside bulletproof glass for safety. There were a variety of other young adults in the room, bodies draped across the various couches and chairs in the room. No one said anything, occasionally glancing among themselves before looking back at their laps or turning towards the tv that silently played episodes of 'catfish’. You blamed your sour mood on the lack of sleep the night before. You had crashed after the events from the past few days but continued to wake up throughout the night, plagued by thoughts and stresses. You had been lied to, the promise of outpatient care had been so nice, and it had sounded like a school day but instead of learning math and science, you were learning how to handle your stress and anxiety. It was frustrating, you were being removed from your home and placed in such a stale environment. The halls smelled of bleach, the constant white noise scratching in the background was irritating and the bright fluorescent lights mimicked being outside while stuck in a windowless brick building. The world was your enemy and you were powerless against it. The only good thing is that your parents had dropped off a bag of clothes for you very early in the morning, leaving you with your most comfortable pajamas and even 2 books. ‘the count of monte cristo’ and ‘Ruth’s bake shop’ two classics and loved by you. The door opened with various beeps, pulling your attention back to earth. "Good morning everyone, I apologize for my tardiness, I just had to grab a file I had missed on my desk" God, even the doctor was way too enthusiastic. "Welcome to day two! I know it's been overwhelming for some of you, I'm sure, even annoying, sad, maybe happy. But I promise by the end of this week, all those feelings will change" Removing the white doctor's coat from herself, the doctor laid it on the back of the chair, bright pink scrubs on display as she sat down, a thick stack of files on her lap. "Before we begin, why don't we start with introductions? I want everyone to introduce themselves and say why we are here. Let's get to know each other, we can help each other heal" Her smile was bright, and the curiosity that glinted in her eyes was possibly even brighter. "I'll start! My name is Dr. Gotouge and I am here because I want to help people, I have seen much suffering and I want to help end that for people" She gestured towards the man to her left, the shaggy black hair on his head covered most of his eyes, making it almost impossible to see where he was looking, the red sweatshirt he wore was tattered, tearing at the ends of his sleeves as he pulled them. He cowered under her curious gaze, seemingly shrinking in on himself as he nervously fiddled with his shirt sleeves. "I am, my name is. I'm-" "Jesus Christ, what's your fucking name" The snow-haired male on your left sat up straight, frustration painting his scared features as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Sanemi. Remember what we talked about, if you feel annoyed towards someone ask yourself why are you responding this way before you speak up" Dr. Gotouge turned back to the timid boy, urging him forward with a slight shake of her hand. "Please continue, you got this!" She cheered. "My name is Tomioka Giyuu. I'm here because I tried to hang myself" he didn't look up as he finally got the words out. "Very good Giyuu thank you for sharing that. It's a pleasure to meet you." "I like your sweatshirt Giyu, it's a very pretty color on you" The bubbly girl next to him leaned close, her braided dual-toned hair draped over his chair. He mumbled incoherently, leaning away until she finally backed away. "My name is Mitsuri Kanroji and I am here because I tried to kill myself!" She was way too happy about it. You tried hard to suppress the shudder at her bright personality. "I'm Kocho Shinobu, I'm here because I tried to kill myself." The girl next to her spoke up, short purple and black hair moving as she leaned back in her chair, unfeeling purple eyes scanning over the people sitting around the grey room. "Thank you, Kanroji, and Shinobu! Thank you for being here on your first steps to recovery" the white-haired male, sanemi scoffed again. "Shinazugawa Sanemi, I'm here because my dad's a pussy and I destroyed his kitchen." "What the fuck" You couldn't stop the words from coming out of your mouth as you looked at the male next to you, his unblinking eyes starting to meet your own. "I'm sorry, I thought we were here with real problems, not just being an idiot" If looks could kill. "Excuse me bitch, I have better places to be I didn't choose to be here." "Sanemi! Y/N! That's enough. Everyone has problems. These are just introductions; we are getting to know everyone right now. We can discuss more after this. Please, let's finish these introductions" The doctor smiled again, and you sighed. "I'm y/n, they tell me I tried to kill myself but that’s not what I was doing” sucking in a deep breath to ease the nausea you felt at the thought. “I was just trying to get the pain to stop” The confession left a lot of people confused. “Why are you here?” Shinobu piped up from her chair, feet barely touching the floor as she leaned forward. "I don't know, everyone else said I had to be here, not like we have a choice. We have a minimum of 4 days here" The thought alone exhausted you, 4 whole days of this. "Hello! I am Rengoku Kyojuro! My father did this to me, but they asked me to come here in case!" The man next to you was shouting, unbothered by the booming sound of his voice as he moved the collar of his turtleneck, showing off the darkened bruises around his neck. You could distinctly make out the silhouette of fingers, purple and black against the man's tanned skin. "A very flamboyant look Kyojuro! You hide the bruises well! Uzui Tengen. I'm here because I am an addict" bulging muscles practically ripped through the skintight long sleeve of the silver-haired male, his dark maroon eyes shining under the fluorescent hospital lights. Another person way too happy to be here.   "Himejima Gyomei, I self-harm" he didn't look anywhere besides straight ahead, clouded eyes welling with tears as he sat, still as a rock. The male next to him seemed like a dwarf compared to Gyomei his smaller and frailer figure hunched in his chair, the white facemask unmoving as he glared around the room, heterochromatic eyes meeting yours momentarily before moving on. "Obanai, self-harm" he offered nothing further, but it satisfied the doctor who clapped her hands together. "Thank you all for sharing yourselves with us. The 9 of you have been brought here today all under very different circumstances and lead very different lives. I got to know and speak with all of you yesterday on your first day with us at haven hill hospital. You all make up our teen unit, the unit that ranges from ages 15 to 20. In the hallway adjacent to us is our pre-teen unit and then we have a children's unit and an adult unit alongside an addiction recovery unit. You all transferred from different hospitals to our mental health facility here and we commend you for taking that step toward healing" The doctor leaned back, smiling as she looked at each of the figures in the room, analyzing everyone she had taken the time to get to know the day before, during their first day on the unit. “Our days will start like this, group therapy and then a group activity, after that, you have the day to yourself, but we must stay in this room. There is plenty to do here, puzzles, coloring, games, getting to know one another, and relating to one another. But let's start with group therapy, does anyone have anything on their mind?” Everyone avoided the doctor's gaze this time, sticking to themselves as she looked for anyone to start, anyone to share. “Okay then, Sanemi, why don’t you share what happened to lead you here?” The man scoffed, leaning forward in his chair. “Sure, why the fuck not. My father is a piece of shit, truly deserves to die in the worst way possible. But I’m not a murderer. He abuses my mom and she's an idiot who stays and continues to raise their children like a champ. She protects us, she stays strong, and this useless piece of shit continues to treat her like she's nothing. He hit her again and left her with a black eye while I was out with my younger brother Genya. He hit her while I was gone because he’s a pussy and knew I wouldn't sit there and watch like a bitch.” He paused, feeling the anger bubble in him at the thought of his poor angel of a mother cowering under his pathetic father. “Stupid bastard didn’t even see it coming when I left and came back with the hammer, he thought I was going after him but I’m not that nice. I’d like to see that useless bastard try to clean up the mess I made. I had Genya get my mom and siblings out of the house and set them up at a neighbor's house while I took care of ours. He was so angry because you can't raise kids in a house that has no kitchen and no doors.” He cackled, throwing his head back in utter delight at the thought of the chaos he left his house in. “Anyways, he called the cops, and they deemed me a threat and threw me here, all while that bastard goes back to abusing my mom and is deemed not a threat” He shrugged, slouching in the armchair. “You're a hero then” You looked at the large man with excessive eye makeup, the red spots that surrounded his eye highlighted with a bright purple eyeshadow, it was flashy, a statement look. “What?” “a hero, you may have potentially saved your family from your father, if the system doesn’t fail. It probably will though, unfortunately,” Sanemi sat back, unblinking eyes boring holes into the man's head as he processed what was just said. “Your dad sounds like he's friends with my father!” Kyojuro let out a boisterous laugh at the thought, just the image of his own father being friends with another sick-abusive individual was enough to get him chuckling. It wouldn’t surprise him either. “My father wasn’t always abusive. He was good to me and my brother as children. My mom got sick when we were young, cancer that was too far along to stop or even slow down. After she passed e started drinking and then with that he started hitting and throwing things. It's gotten worse, I try to shield my brother and keep him out as much as I can, but I can’t do much when I’m only 16.” Kyojuro was solemn as he retold his story, eyes distant as he thought of his childhood, one that was so happy. “You two have been through a lot. Two completely different people from two different sides of town, but similar stories. There’s a lot to relate to.” Dr. Gotouge looked between the two men, waiting for them to respond. “My mom doesn’t hurt me, but I don’t think she likes me anymore” Shinobu piped up from next to the doctor, her hands picking at the strings of her pants, the hole in her knee fraying “She was there when I tried to die. We were on the freeway and I just” she hesitated, eyes flitting around the room before looking at the Doctor. “I didn’t want to be here anymore. I figured jumping out would be quick, over in an instant type of thing. When I unbuckled and tried to open the door my mom started to scream, she was holding my arm and she kept saying ‘What are you doing Shinobu!’ I don’t want to hear her yell like that again. It really scared me, so I sat back and put my seatbelt on. Once I sat back, she was still yelling. She dropped me off at the hospital and then I got sent here. She probably hates me now. I’ve always been a burden, my sister has always been so easy, and I come along with all these problems. She’s not going to let me home now, going to leave me here.” Shinobu was teary as she finished talking, head bowed with a defeated slump. “She doesn’t hate you Shinobu. I’m sure of that. She’s your mom at the end of the day. I’m sure you just scared her. I got into a fight with my parents when things happened, when they found things out. They were so mad, and it was only because they were scared.” You spoke up, wanting to offer comfort to her as she finally let tears fall, puddling onto the backs of her hands. She looked so small sitting in her chair, dwarfed by the angry-looking man next to her. “You have an optimistic outlook for someone who doesn’t know my mom. She is probably just sick of me at this point. After all the doctors’ appointments and therapy, she’s finally rid of me.” “Did she make it obvious that she didn’t want you back?” You asked, “no…” Shinobu was conflicted, the inner battle obvious in her features as she retreated into herself, visibly scrunching. “She loves you, she's your mother and they will always love you. People show it in different ways, unfortunately. But she brought you here to get help, which means she wants to help you, right?” You pressed on “I-I think so. I hope so. She hasn’t done anything wrong. I just burden her so much with things. I feel awful. I wish. I wish I wasn’t like this.” “I also wish things were different. Life would be easier, and kinder to us. We shouldn’t have to suffer this way when were so young. People always say that life gets better, it’ll get easier, but when is that? After my third suicide attempt? When I finally succeed? When does it get easier? Because I’ve tried everything?” the words seemed to have a mind of their own as you spoke, all your internal feelings pouring out. “But that’s why we’re here huh? To get better? We're here to try and we're here to change something, anything to make it easier.” Dr. Gotouge was nodding along as you spoke, all eyes on you. “The first step in any mental health recovery journey is accepting you need help and receiving the help. You have all taken that first step by being here. This is what this is about. Sanemi May I ask? What made you decide to go destroy the kitchen?” Sanemi looked unphased at the question, almost expecting it in a way. “To teach the old man a lesson. Child protective services would frown upon a house in such a state. It was all I could think of at that moment, what else can I do? No one listens to me, we’ve tried to get out. I have 6 siblings all younger than me. Their kids and they deserve better, they deserve more than this. Our mother deserves more than this. But he has all of us in a tight grip, when we were visited by the protective services before he made us all lie or he threatened to do worse than he has. He’s going to kill one of us or all of us. There's no other way” Everyone was shocked at the confession from the brash white-haired male. He wasn’t like that for no reason, his personality was molded into what it is now, hardened into this to protect what he loves most. “I understand your fear. Somedays it's wondering how much your body can take and other days it's fighting to breathe. You can’t rest and you can’t let it go.” Kyojuro was smiling, leaning close to look closer at Sanemi. “We can get out. I know we can, it will just be suffering until then” The laugh he let out lacked gumption, the actual humor sucked out of him. The Doctor was silent besides the scratching of her pen. “Obanai? Giyuu? Gyomei? Anything to add to the discussion?” Dr. Gotouge addressed the three silent men but her gaze lingered on Giyuu who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. She was met with silence from all three of them. “That’s alright, we can always try again later. You will all proceed to breakfast and then it’s free time. You will have individual therapy with me later as well as some of you will have daily check-ups with our doctor. Have a wonderful breakfast you guys!” As the doctor stood you finally noticed the nurses standing in the doorway, probably there to escort you to breakfast. “Alright everyone if you’ll follow us we’ll be taking you down to the cafeteria.” Holding the door open one nurse led while the other stayed at the back, making sure everyone was in line and no one was straying off, escaping the nurses.

Breakfast was an uneventful affair, the dry and flavorless hospital food didn’t seem to change in any medical facility even for mental wellbeing. The nurses ate alongside you, making small talk with some of you. The other people in your unit seemed more comfortable around each other after the morning group therapy, already talking amongst themselves. You found Shinobu and Kyojuro easy to talk to. Kyojuro was laid back, seeing his stay here as a vacation rather than a forced treatment. He told you about his younger brother Senjuro who was in the pre-teen unit for his safety as well. Tengen was quite lively, managing to get a conversation going with Gyomei, talking about working out and maintaining a hard physique the two of them had. They were both bigger than what you assumed their ages were, with bulging muscles and hardened bodies. Even their casual clothes couldn’t hide their hard work. Obanai and Giyuu remained quiet, Obanai’s glare never easing up. As you were led back to the day room Kyojuro talked animatedly about his childhood. About his mother and her presence in his life and the effect she had on him and his younger brother. “I have 5 siblings as well! They are lovely. I hope they stay safe as they grow, I hope they continue to live happily after me” There was a pause as everyone sat around the day room. No one mentioned the ‘after me’ that ended KAnroji’s words moving on with the conversation. Shinobu had seated herself next to you, curling up in the armchair. "I really appreciate what you said earlier. It was nice to think that I wasn't a burden for a bit. To believe they loved me. Your right, in a way. I think I did scare her, I would be scared if she did it." Her purple eyes were shining with unshed tears, her chin resting on her knees as she drew them into her chest. "I believe everyone has a love for their family. Deep down. But you wouldn't be here without their help, without their push." She nodded "Yeah, your right. Thanks, Y/N" You gave her a small smile, leaning back and enjoying the conversations around you. The day passed by slowly, with small conversations as everyone got to know each other, meals shared in a bland cafeteria, and a few words spoken by Obanai. It wasn’t anything to write home about. As you settled onto the mattress pad, shuffling around for comfort you thought about this morning’s therapy session. You really didn’t belong here.

[adelaidedrubman]

Local vampire John Seed has begun to accept a dreadful truth about immortality — it’s incredibly boring. Every night, every feeding, every century feels the same as the last. Until a delightfully untamed werewolf wanders into the isolated wilderness of Hope County to break up the monotony, brighten his world, and bring some life back into being undead. Now he just needs to convince her to allow him to take her under his wing. also available on ao3.

notes: vampire!john/werewolf!jestiny. this is a repost of a supernatural au fic i posted last halloween and then deleted during a category five girl moment, with some important revisions and bonus content. i hope to dig up and revise the rest of the series as well before the month’s end! mostly all parody. 

wordcount: 4.8k

warnings: john is both vampire creepy and regular creepy. references to stalking behavior. emotional manipulation (ship standard plus vampire power enhanced). a little blood and violence (nothing serious). some brief sexual content (all john’s internal musings, but he’s specific). werewolf jessie’s lack of socialization can at times read as born sexy yesterday adjacent. obnoxious number of vampire media references. 

“Perhaps I could offer you just a bit of friendly advice before you go in there?” 

The redhead’s hackles raised just as John expected. She froze in place, toned shoulders tensing and arching upward and thin ginger hairs catching sunlight as they stood straightened upward along the back of her neck following his introduction from the shadows. He pressed flush against the side of the building, slinking in the cast of its shadow to join her under the cover of the bar’s awning before she could finish reaching for its front door. 

She turned — slowly, cautiously, and with canines barred. Her cute little upturned nose twitched as she studied him, trying to find his scent. 

She gradually lowered her top lip over the whites of her teeth as she took in his form: thoroughly human, and leaning against the wood siding casually, non-threateningly. 

Her chest rumbled with something between a growl and a clearing of her throat. 

“What do you fuckin’ —” her tongue stilled in her mouth, likely clumsy from disuse, and her words textured with rough gravel despite her sharp, ringing pitch. She gave another half-growled cough before trying again. “Who the fuck are you? Why are fucking talkin’ to me?” 

John stepped forward, making sure to do so slowly, and with hands behind his back, keeping his head bowed to the side with exposed neck displayed in a sign of submission, so as not to frighten her. He flashed her a closed mouth smile, willing gentleness into his eyes before speaking. 

“Think of me as a friend,” he said, carefully extending an open hand towards her once satisfied she wouldn’t retreat. “My name is John. And you are…?” 

Her eyes narrowed, honing in on him as she jerked her head forward to hover even with his hand. This close, he could finally make out their warm, bright amber shade, seeming to dance with the lively golden rays of every sunset he’d ever missed for the past two hundred years. She kept those fiery golds locked on him as she leaned in to give his outstretched palm a quick sniff, making no effort to take it in her own. 

Oh my, he thought, she really was out of practice. It must have been quite some time since she’d ventured into civilized society. John reflexively licked his lips at the thought, flicking eyes down to the sharpened points of her claws. 

“Well, what the fuck do you want, John?” she snapped back without answering his question, subtle snarl quivering along her plump upper lip. 

He willed himself to keep his smile light, not allowing it to twist into an amused smirk. She’d clearly identified something in his scent she didn’t trust, but had yet to figure out exactly what it meant. 

“As I stated,” he purred, slow and syrupy thick with pause as he savored the opportunity to admire that flaming red hair up close. God, she must have the most gorgeous russet coat when fully transformed, it was a shame he hadn’t caught her in a completed wolf form yet. “I’d like to give you some friendly advice.” 

“Well, John,” she spat, an extra growl rumbling through the syllable of his name as she swung her arm forward to reach for the handle of the door again. “I’m not fuckin’ interested in your friendship, or whatever fuckin’ advice you have to —” 

“I’d like to warn you,” he interrupted, flinging back his own arm to drape across the threshold, throwing every bit of otherworldly strength into the deceptively casual resting of his fingertips against wood to keep the door shut tight as she tugged at the handle, “that you’re not going to pass for human if you go in there looking like that.” 

She gave one last yank to the handle before leaping back in shock. “W-What the fuck are you talkin’ about, you fucking weirdo?” 

“Come now, don’t play dumb. You’re certainly not hiding anything from me,” he replied calmly, finally allowing curved lips to part with a widening of his smile, revealing the sharp points of his own incisors. 

Her jaw snapped shut with a click of her teeth and another rumbling growl as she processed, amber eyes alight with sudden understanding, subtle musk of fear reaching his nose before she could react to conceal it. 

He grinned. It was a lovely moment of recognition he’d quite been looking forward to. 

He’d watched the little wolf girl from the shadows for some time now as she stalked around the outskirts of town, working her way up to entering it properly. 

And he couldn’t say exactly when it happened. 

But he thought it was at some point between watching her dig up every flower bed at the Jessop Conservatory then clawing out a hole deep enough to curl up and fall asleep in and watching her run half human, half wolf, and completely naked through the open range of the Woodson Pig Farm dragging a hog in her mouth, blood dripping down her chest as she sprinted, that he decided he simply must have her. 

“I’m only trying to help, my dear,” he added sweetly, stepping to the side to block the door with his body, now face to face with her. 

“I am not your fucking dear,” she barked back, her words articulated with more precision as she gained practiced and the driving motivation of anger. “I’m not your friend, I’m not your dear, and I’m not fuckin’ interested in hearing any advice on humanity from some undead creep.” 

He gave no response to the insult, instead pausing to drink in the cadence of her speech. As she eased back into the practice of speaking the language, he could hear a certain accented twang begin to color her words. Appalachian, he thought. But an older version of the dialect he hadn’t heard in centuries, lilt of the original Scotch-Irish ringing through. 

He’d always heard there were packs roaming the still isolated expanses of those hills with bloodlines that could be traced back long before the first vampire ever risked sailing the seas to the New World, but he’d never imagined he would meet one. 

And what was the little creature doing all the way out here, anyways? And wandering around on her own trying to enter a human town? It was all so intriguing. 

Yes, he simply had to have her. 

“That means get the fuck out of my way, asshole,” she added with a quick flash of her canines and a forward lunge. 

“If you so insist,” he sighed, moving away from the door by stepping forward, into her space, rather than to the side the way he was sure she would have preferred. “Although, I fear I really should warn you first…” he trailed off, casting eyes to the side coyly as he creeped infinitesimally closer.

He was close enough now to feel her animal warmth, the creature radiating enough powerful heat to flood the stale air between them until it was sweltering with life against his own pale flesh, as if he were by some miracle once again being kissed by the loving caress of the sun after all these years. And the soft copper down of her coat shone with every beam that creeped past the awning to leak onto the patio, reflecting it back to grace his eyes with the sparkle of indirect sunlight as beautiful as he’d ever managed to catch. 

God, it really was like being in the presence of the sun again, so warm and bright and beautiful. She was his own little ball of sunshine. 

“You should get the fuck out of my way before I decide to shove my fist so far up your ass you’ll have a fucking heartbeat again.” 

Silly wolf girl, he already felt as if he did. 

“And quit fuckin’ doing that thing where you drop a hint and wait, like you want me to ask what,” she snapped, taking a quick step to the side, then behind him reaching for the door handle. “I’m not gonna ask what, I’m not fuckin’ interested in anything you have to say, and if you’re gonna fucking say it anyways just hurry up and —” 

“I’ll come right out with it, then,” he finished for her with a flourish of his hand, interrupting her attempt to open the door in the same beat by leaning his shoulder against it, then slumping into the posture to even their heights. “I feel I should warn you, the Fairgraves are a very superstitious family,” he said, pointing an index towards the bouquets of dried garlic flowers and wolfsbane entwined and hung from the windows. “Mary May in particular has had the good sense to never once invite me to come inside the establishment. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a full round of silver bullets at the ready to load into her gun the moment someone steps into her bar looking like you.” 

She inched back, nose crinkled in a show of aggression but lips still pulled down over her teeth. He watched with satisfaction as her eyes followed the point of his finger, considering his words as her eyes settled on the wards he’d gestured to. 

“What’s wrong with how I fucking look?” she grumbled, head lowering in momentary surrender. 

“Oh, to my vampire eyes, nothing,” he reassured, finally allowing them a luxuriantly conspicuous roam along every inch of her form. “In fact, I would consider you one of the most breathtakingly gorgeous creatures I’ve ever —” 

“The fucking point, John.” 

“But from a human perspective, however,” he continued accommodatingly, holding up a hand to signal pause before bringing it up towards her thick copper mane, unable to resist giving the locks a few careful strokes. “For starters, this lovely hair of yours is terribly matted, and humans are rather fond of washing and brushing theirs.” 

“Oh, excuse me for not having the aesthetic fucking sensibility to smother it in gel, since that’s apparently —” 

“Not to mention you’re not wearing shoes, and they’re considered something of a necessity in polite society these days.” He tipped his head down, motioning towards her feet. 

“Well it’s a bar, not the fucking opera, I’m sure I won’t be the only one —”

“And then there’s the unfortunate matter of what you are wearing...” He swooped a hand downward to gesture along the length of the stiff dark wash denim shorts covering the woman from the waist to the end of her thighs, frayed hem tickling the tops of her knees. 

She looked down with a questioning cock of her head, ears twitching with genuine curiosity. 

“These?” she asked, slapping hands atop her denim clad thighs. “You got a problem with my fuckin’ shorts now?”

“Those,” he spat, jabbing a finger towards the offending item, “are not shorts,” he stated, his words as firm as the thick starched material he pointed to. “Those —” he paused, a shudder of revulsion ripping through him, “are jorts.”

She flexed her jaw as she lifted her head to set narrowed eyes on his face, hooking thumbs through her belt loops and tugging upward. “Well what’s fucking wrong with that?”

“The mere fact you don’t know tells me just how out of touch with human sensibilities you are.”

“Okay, so maybe people don’t think they’re cool anymore —”

“People never thought they were cool,” he said gravely, shaking head heavy with pity and dismay. “Of all the things I’ve witnessed through the ages — empires rising and falling, human inventions to rival the most powerful magic, discoveries that shook generations, the unending entropy of the universe! Never — during any of it — the entirety of the centuries I’ve walked the earth, have jorts ever been cool.” 

“— and besides, I’m not taking fucking human fashion advice from someone wearing a cape with little planes on it, like a fucking kid playing superhero dress up!” 

“It’s my flying cape. Airplanes are a hobby of mine, a passion humans find quite endearing —” 

“And even if my clothes aren’t cool!” she shouted in interruption, baring her fangs as she bit the words out. “It’s not like they’re enough for people to think I’m not a completely normal human!”

“Perhaps not,” he granted, softening his tone and pausing to catch his breath and regain composure. “But the fact you’ve neglected to fully finish your transformation certainly will.” 

He reached for her hand before she had the chance to belt out more arguments, pulling it to hold between them. 

“Just look,” he tsked, stroking a thumb along the thick bristle of fur poking from her knuckles. “Your claws are far from retracted, and you still have a noticeable bit of fur here that I’m afraid simply doesn’t look natural for a human woman,” he explained, finally trying his luck with a quick brush of his lips to kiss the fur covered knuckles. 

She jerked the hand away with a snap of her teeth, claws extending further. She gave him a quick growl before looking down at her paws thoughtfully, angry rumble fading into an annoyed huff. 

“How much is — How much hair is a human woman supposed to have?” she asked, trailing eyes along his fully bearded jawline with apparent confusion. 

He perked up, stroking his whiskers as he answered. “Well, that’s somewhat a matter of ever evolving cultural standards and personal aesthetic preference. It’s been a rather thrilling series of trends to witness over the years, if I do say so myself,” he offered thoughtfully, lowering his hand towards his chest in self-referential gesture. “I for one appreciate anything on the spectrum, from full bush to hairless, although I’m particularly fond of some subtle trimming to really sculpt —” 

“You know what,” she barked, pushing him to the side. “I think I’ll just take my chances in there. Silver bullet’s better than this conversation.” 

John stiffened, cold panic racing up his spine. “I seriously wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned, lowering his tone. “At least allow me to find you some shoes. Or more attractive bottoms.” 

“Pass,” she spat back, waving him off and reaching for the door. 

“Wait,” he called out authoritatively, holding a hand with outstretched fingers in front of her face to signal pause. 

Fuck, he’d really hoped he could do this without having to hypnotize her, but he supposed that’s what he got for getting sidetracked discussing personal grooming. 

“You don’t want to go in there,” he said, soothing but clear and firm, waving fingers in a tight, subtle circle in front of her face. He was relieved to see her eyes carefully following his movements, the ridges and furrows of tension on her face loosening and slackening. “You know that it would be dangerous to go in there,” he continued, amber eyes now pinpoint focused on the movement of his hand. “You’re going to let me take you home and show you — aaah!” 

The motion of his hand was abruptly halted as she lunged forward with jaw unhinged and captured index and middle fingers between her teeth before snapping her maw shut tight. 

John attempted to jerk the hand back, only succeeding in further scraping teeth along the skin, slicing along tendons. 

Her eyes shot up to look at him with that same pinpoint focus, lips curling outward to display the now bloody teeth buried in his flesh and sinking deeper as her throat rumbled with a low growl that vibrated up through the sharp points of her canines to spark fresh hurt where they punctured him. 

His own animalistic impulses snapped to the surface as a sensation of undiluted pain he hadn’t truly felt for centuries now flooded his senses, causing him to instinctively bare his own fangs with a forward thrust of his neck and a long, piercing hiss whooshing between the sharpened teeth. 

But the show of aggression only caused her to sink teeth deeper and let out a lower, more threatening growl. 

To which he pushed up air from lungs in an even stronger gust to let out a more piercing hiss. 

Undeterred, she met him with a louder, quaking growl and a slight back and forth shake of her head as she clamped down on his fingers, like a dog refusing to let go of a bone. And he sucked down a fuller breath of air to her off with a longer, more shrieking hiss. 

And they continued like this for some time, taking turns growling and hissing with his fingers caught between her teeth. 

(In retrospect, he would frankly find himself surprised that the exceptionally conspicuous racket didn’t cause Mary May Fairgrave to simply run outside firing silver bullets and brandishing a stake at the commotion, slaughtering them both right then and there.) 

But finally, once the red wolf’s mouth had begun to overflow with thick crimson that dribbled down her chin, she unhinged her jaw to let him jerk the wounded fingers back to nurse with his own mouth while she spat the remainder of his blood onto the patio with apparent disgust. 

“You bit me!” he cried indignantly once his faculty for language returned, holding up the two fingers to display the puncture wounds that were gradually shrinking as skin knit together in healing — much more slowly than a normal wound would heal, he might add, the accursed beast. 

“You tried to hypnotize me!” she shouted back, a bit of his own blood flying to splatter along his chest with her spittle. 

“Would you have rather I let you get killed?” 

“YES!” she screamed, chest puffing and heaving with the exclamation, making him worry the whole thing would devolve into another growling and hissing fit. 

Instead, he calmly raised a defensive hand and took a step back in a signal of retreat. 

“You’re right,” he said softly, lowering his hand when she turned to growl at it with a look of bitter suspicion. “I shouldn’t have tried to hypnotize you. But I really didn’t want you to go in there and put yourself in danger.” 

“Like I’m not in danger out here with you,” she snapped back. 

“You’re not,” he said, taking a step towards her with the same hands behind back, neck exposed stance he’d first approached her with. “I can help you.” 

“I don’t need any fucking —” 

“You don’t have a pack, do you?” he asked bluntly, hungry eyes eagerly drinking up her reaction. “How long has it been since you were with one?” 

“That’s frankly none of your goddamn business.” 

“Perhaps not, but I can tell you’ve been on your own for a good while,” he responded, gliding forward a step to make up the distance she’d jumped back, moving away from the entrance to the bar. “And whatever pack you come from is  a long way from here, isn’t it?” 

Her eyes fell at that, despondent. Reminded of just how lonely she was, he was sure. “Maybe,” she muttered under her breath, taking another slow step backward but no longer leaping with a mind towards running. 

“I imagine it’s terribly difficult trying to survive as one lonely little wolf girl, all out her own,” he cooed, softening his eyes with a gentle sympathy as he inched closer. “And how long has it been since you’ve lived among humans, for that matter?” 

“It’s been a minute,” she admitted with teeth pinching her lower lip, scooting back again, by a shorter distance this time, so that he was allowed to gradually maintain proximity, setting a pace to the dance. 

God, and if that were true, how long could it have been since she’d been touched by someone who really knew what they were doing? But he knew that wasn’t the question to ask just yet. 

“And whatever is bringing you to human society now, after so long as a lone wolf?” he asked, taking another step forward. 

“There’s —” her lips now quivered with an emotion much more human than the animalistic fury they’d trembled with previously, amber eyes darting towards his face in search of sympathetic understanding. Which he happily provided with a reassuring smile, patiently waiting for her to continue. She eyed the distance between them, taking a tiny, obligatory step back before continuing. “There’s a human I’m looking for. Someone I used to know, and owe something to.” 

If it was an old flame she was seeking out he’d certainly have to drain them of life before there was any risk of reconnection, but he’d keep that to himself for now, too. 

“Let me help you, then,” he offered, with another evenly paced move forward. “I’m well assimilated into human society. And my home is just to the southwest of here, just before you hit the river. Stay with me — for no more than a week, unless you decide you’d like to remain longer. And I will… guide you. Help you remember all those little…” he paused, searching for the right words to artfully convey the extent of his meaning, “... human details.” 

Fuck, he could practically feel his tongue tingle already with how good she was going to taste. He might have tried to take her right then and there if they hadn’t already been conspicuously loud. 

“What’s in it for you…?” she questioned with a dying hint of skepticism, raising an auburn brow in an effort at displaying suspicion despite the almost pleading look in her eyes, staying locked in place rather than inching back this time. 

“I’m merely trying to help a creature in need,” he purred, experimentally raising a hand, bringing it closer to her face when she didn’t flinch. 

God, he could practically feel it all now — her claws digging into his back in perfect synch with his teeth sinking into her neck, opening each other up as he entered her. Their bodies moving together in a masterful, bloody symphony, completely connected. It would be delicious. 

“Let me take care of you,” he pleaded softly, bringing his palm to her cheek and cupping it. 

Upon seeing that she remained in place, not shirking from the touch, he shifted the hand to stroke a thumb along her lips, barely pressing against the point of a canine still worrying there. The rosy expanse of skin spread soothing, exhilarating warmth along the creased flesh of his palm, while the back of his hand blistered with searing, excruciating pain. 

“Fuck!” he cursed as he jerked his (now sizzling) hand away from her for the second time that day, inspecting the festering sores forming where sunlight scorched him — the result of his thoughtlessly reaching out to stroke her cheek without realizing she’d retreated far enough to stand just beyond the protection of the bar’s awning. 

The little wolf girl now barked with laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubled over and pointed at the sight of him dumbly cradling his injured hand. 

“Ah man, I did not think you were actually gonna fall for that!” she guffawed, wiping a tear from her eye. “I thought y’all were supposed to be all smart an’ shit,” she snorted, attempting to reign in her laughter. “Guess ya didn’t use the whole eternal life thing to actually learn anything, huh?” she taunted. 

He could only give a weak, offended hiss in reply. 

“But you win,” she chuckled, canine returning to its previous place pinching the plump of her lip as it stretched into a crooked grin. “I’ll take your deal. Now that I know you’re relatively harmless.” 

“Harmless?” he parroted, drawn out with incredulity. “I’m extending you an offer of kindness, but make no mistake — I am the world’s most dangerous predator,” he bit out. “You are safe with me because I’m keeping you safe, out of the goodness of my heart. But I am designed to kill. I have the strength to snap your neck with a single flick of my wrist, the fortitude to withstand any pitiful attack of yours that might slaughter a lesser creature, the power to bend your will to my every whim if I so choose, the —”

“You got tricks is all,” she replied dismissively. “But now you know I got ’em too,” she huffed with a wink, tilting her head towards the plume of smoke still wafting from the burned flesh of his hand. “Harmless.” 

He waved away the last of the smoke, lowering the hand and stiffening to tower over her. “How on earth you’ve managed to survive this long with such an obvious lack of self preservation is completely beyond —” 

“How the fuck you’ve managed to live for thousands of fuckin’ years and not get sick of hearing yourself talk is completely beyond me,” she interrupted with a roll of her eyes. 

John cleared his throat, dusting off the front of his clothing. “Centuries,” he corrected, holding his chin high. “I’ve only been around for a couple of centuries,” he stated plainly. “And I was only thirty two when I was turn —” 

“Good fuckin’ god, it feels like I’ve been having this goddamn conversation for centuries,” she shot back with a lazy rumble of a growl. “Does the fucking offer still stand or not?” she demanded, widening her stance and placing clawed hands at her hips. “You still wanna take me back to your creepy ass Dracula castle and teach me human stuff?” 

“The offer stands,” he confirmed, adding a slight hiss of anger to the words. “But it’s a ranch, not a castle, and I’m a vampire, Dracula was just one —” 

“Not human stuff, don’t really care to learn,” she shrugged. “And I do have a few ground rules.” 

John sighed, weighing very carefully in his mind the value of hot, vigorous, cross-species monster sex against the torment of constant insults, bitemarks, and third degree burns — scales ultimately still tipping in favor of the former as he reached for the hefty black umbrella at his waistband to open, emerging from beneath the awning and beginning to walk in the direction of his home. 

“What are your terms, my dear?” he asked, motioning for her to follow. 

“First,” she huffed with clawed index pointing upward as she jogged to catch up to him. “No more trying to fucking hypnotize me, or any of your other little vampire tricks.” 

“Very well,” he agreed pleasantly. “And?” 

“Stop fucking calling me ‘my dear,’” she added with a snarl. 

“I can also accept that term, conditioned on one of my own,” he replied, veering closer to the woman keeping pace strolling at his side, so that she was now with him beneath the arc of his umbrella. “You tell me what I should call you. I think this undertaking warrants us being on a first name basis, don’t you?” 

“I don’t,” she snapped, bounding forward to break past the perimeter of his umbrella’s shadow, as if flaunting her ability to bask in sunlight. “But if it staves off any more creepy ass pet names, you can call me Jessie.” 

“Jessie,” he purred, drawing out the ‘s’ sounds with a pleasant hiss, savoring the subtle music of the name passing through his lips. “Is there anything else that you desire from me then, Jessie?” 

“For our time together to be brief,” she chirped, turning to flash him a sarcastically sweet smile — the sight of shadows pooling in the dimples sinking into her cheeks making his chest flutter with warmth as if it still contained a beating heart all the same. “And for our conversations henceforth to be limited in duration and to the relevant fuckin’ topics.” 

“Oh, listen to you,” he taunted, gliding along faster to bring them side-by-side again. “Ten minutes around me and your mastery of the English language is already improving.” 

“My English is perfectly fuckin’ fine already, bastard,” she snarled. “Just because I don’t have to hear myself talk all the fucking time like some people doesn’t mean I don’t fucking read.” 

“Really?” he exclaimed with feigned excitement. “What do you possibly find the time to read between rolling around in the mud and chasing cars?” 

She shot her head back to glare at him again, fangs on full display. What an empty threat it was becoming already. “Where’d you say your house was again?” 

“Ah, yes. Southwest just before you hit the river, a somewhat sizable ranch with natural cedar wood siding, an attached guest house and airplane hangar, you can’t miss —” 

“Good!” she barked back at him before sprinting forward, front limbs shifting to join her hindlegs on the ground. Fur spread along her body as it twisted and cracked into the shape of an animal, allowing her to race off ahead of him in full wolf form. 

“Do not transform in the middle of a populated town!” he shouted towards the wolf as her form grew smaller on the horizon as she continued to run. “That’s lesson number one!” he called, shuffling along in an attempt to catch up. “Jessie!” he yelled one last time in protest, now exceptionally far from the beast. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he finally cursed, ducking beneath the shade of a tree and tossing his umbrella into the woods. He drew in a deep breath of frustration before willing himself into the form of a bat, hurrying to flap his wings and soar the distance between him and the wolfwoman dashing through wheat fields. 

This was definitely going to take longer than a week. 

Perhaps an eternity. 

[luck-and-larceny]

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

Malika's brain spins the story around in her head over and over while her hands do the same to a glass on the table. She hiccups a few times and then tells the tale:

"So. Hiccup. Heh. Met her at the Gold Saucer. Total babe. A knockout. Like… like whoa. Styled, bright red hair. These… zese… fuckin' green eyes. They looked like they saw everything. In this reality and all others!  She was- hiccup- fuck.  Poised, dignified, and gorgeous. And mean as hell! Didn't tolerate any mind games while she played her card games. She was heh heh godsdamned serious. Hated people who didn't take the game seriously.

And me? Me?  I don't take anything seriously at all. I knew she'd hate me more than anyone she'd ever met. How could I resist!? Couldn't! Temptation is a… fuck. Whatever the idiom is. Hiccup.

I joined her table and was like "Blah blah blah blah blah!" Talked non-stop! Knew she preferred quiet. Pretended not to know the games. "Can you explain again? Sorry!"  So her time would be… would be wasted, you know?  As the dealer explained the rules. And then? Ha! I'd do stremely- ex… ex streme… stremely well, whatever, just so she'd know I'd lied about not getting it. I don't know why I gotta– why I need to be an asshole to serious people, I dunno. But oh gods, oh fuck do I. I really do.

Anticipated the slam against the wall when the games were over. And! And I anticipated her growled insults, "You– you obnoxious, wretched, wretched, you lying fucking… fucking clown–". 

I did NOT expect her to kiss me immediately after! Or the passion with which she did so. Fuck. I certainly didn't expect how into it I got. Or that she got. That we got. Or… fuck. It's hot in here. Ahem. Hiccup.

Listen, lisssen. I love surprises. Nothing gets me going like a good surprise. And this was a good one! Closed my eyes? Boom. Boom!  World disappeared. It was just me. And Her. And this fucking kiss…

Whoops. Fatal error. Bzzzt!! See, turned out she was a thief too. Her eyes, the ones that saw ev-ery-thing? They saw my shoulder bag. An how to get into it. One hand? Pinning me sexily against the wall. Other hand? Stole an item from my bag that I had just stolen bells earlier for a job.

Why did I take it to the Gold Saucer and not straight to the boss? Uh. Fuck me!  I don't fucking know!  It was dangerous and stupid to go to the Saucer first. A pointless risk. That's– that's prolly why I did it.

I didn't notice it missing right away. The kiss ended and she stormed away. Her heels echoing through the halls like boom! Boom! Boom!  Loudly as my heart in my chest.

My boss at the time?  Real angry, violent, vindictive son of a bitch. I couldn't go back without the item. So I stalked her home. I broke in. I got caught… But!! I also eventually got away. With the item for the boss. And a stolen trinket for myself as well."

Malika smirks, eyes twinkling with the memory. "Awkward? Yes.  Worth it? Heh. oh… oh Absofuckinglutely."

Thank you for the Ask!

[suitk0via]

— Unconditional Love

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut ( oral f receiving, fingering, praise, dirty talk )

Synopsis: Rumors start to spread about your relationship amongst your coworkers. The weight of their assumptions begins to weigh on you and Bucky notices. You just need to be reminded of how much he loves you.

Teacher's Favorite AU

Sitting at your desk you let your leg bounce up and down nervously. All the kids were at lunch and then going to their related arts class, so you had an hour of time to kill. Really, you were waiting on your course evaluations.

Mrs.Florence had sat in on one of your classes about a week ago, and you still hadn’t received your evaluation yet. You were hoping she had put her distaste for you aside and only evaluated your ability to teach.

If she was grading you on your personality, she would definitely write ‘unsatisfactory’ in bright red ink across the paper.

Thankfully, in the midst of your waiting, you knew Bucky was coming to see you. You tried focusing on that rather than your impending doom. Just thinking about him for a second made you forget all about your worries. Never in a million years did you think you'd have someone like Bucky – someone at all for that matter. He’d inserted himself into your life so easily that the transition from friendship to relationship was completely seamless. The only difference now was the constant displays of affection.

Sometimes it still surprised you each time he’d tell you how much he loved you.

“There’s my girl.”

Before you could even turn your head Bucky was all over you. He put his hands on your face giving you a kiss that was a little too passionate considering you were at work. Laughing a little you pushed at his arms making him break away from you. You stared into those blue eyes sighing in contentment. It should be absolutely illegal to look as good as he does.

“How are you?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him. Taking a deep breath you smiled at the smell of his cologne, pressing your face against his shoulder. “You know, I’m alright. Missed you though.” He said, lightly squeezing your sides. You laughed at that, pulling back to give him a look.

“I just saw you this morning.”

“And? It’s lunchtime now. That’s at least seven hours since I last saw you.”

You rolled your eyes at him before checking your watch again. Time was ticking away and you still didn’t have your evaluation yet. “What’s wrong?” Bucky asked. He had become a little too good at recognizing your tells, and truthfully you couldn’t get anything past him. “I’m expecting some papers from Florence.” You sighed, hopping up on the edge of your desk, swinging your legs back and forth.

“Oh thank god. Thought you were making sure your other boyfriend wouldn't show up at the same time.”

Bucky maneuvered himself between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs. “Aw. You're funny. I would never overlap your time with my other boyfriends. You're in for lunch and he’s in for about two-thirty.” You teased leaning forward to kiss his cheek. He squinted his eyes before kissing you again. You reached up, putting your hands on his face, running your fingers across his jaw. Everything about him was so warm and inviting you wished you could just go ahead and call it a day, and spend the rest of your evening wrapped up in him.

Your momentary bliss was interrupted by an obnoxiously loud cough. Immediately you pulled away from him feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over you. Of course, to your horror, Mrs.Florence was standing in the doorway holding what you assumed was your evaluation in her hands. Bucky looked over at her as if nothing had happened and smiled. “Hey, Florence.” He said, giving her a little wave. You truly envied his ability to be totally unbothered by whatever others thought of him. Watching the displeased look on her face you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. He still hadn’t moved away from you, obviously unbothered by her presence.

“Hello Mister Barnes,” She sighed, her eyes lingering on him a little longer than you were comfortable with, “Here’s your evaluation.” She slapped the folder down on one of the desks before walking out again. Already you were dreading the results. Bucky seemed amazed by her behavior, but you were used to it by now. Pushing yourself off the desk you brushed past him going to grab the folder. He curiously trailed behind you, pulling you back against him as you read through the report.

Everything looked fine. You’d checked all the boxes you needed to, and thankfully you wouldn’t have to worry about this for another few months. “Excellent incorporation of the common core within the classroom. No clue what that means, but good job sweetheart.” Bucky said, kissing your cheek.

That bliss was momentary though.

The moment that Bucky left Florence was back in your classroom and scolding you like you were a child. Really, it didn’t bother you, but you were inconvenienced by her presence. It was the equivalent of an evil stepmother forbidding a teenager from seeing her boyfriend. You didn’t let it go to your head, because that woman would do unthinkable things just to breathe the same air as him. Jealousy was the driving force behind her hatred for you.

It only became a bother once she started spreading rumors like a catty teenager. She was rather hellbent on making you feel less than, and she was succeeding rather easily. Walking into work every day and hearing about a new falsified facet of your relationship was beginning to wear on you.

“Clearly she’s with him for money. Have you seen their house? A first-grade teacher can’t afford that.”

“I heard that she was sleeping with him to benefit her classroom. He’s got to be a generous donor.”

“She’s not anything special. He must want to get his kid to be a teacher’s pet.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s just a homewrecker. No way she just, happened upon him.”

It was tiring.

Weeks of hearing the same thing over and over were making you hate your work environment. Usually, you could focus on the kids and the betterment of the future. All those things you were telling yourself were becoming less and less helpful. After a long day of sticking googly eyes to pumpkins and watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, you were completely exhausted. The one chance you got to take a break you were met with people gossiping about you in the breakroom.

Great.

On top of that, it was starting to effect your relationship with Bucky. While he was patient, attentive, and loving - you still tried pushing him away. You didn’t want to drag him into your own petty issues, and he took notice almost immediately. He wouldn’t ever press you on this issue, but he was very observant.

Too observant.

If Bucky wanted to find something out he would, but clearly, he was waiting on you to open up to him. Every day that you put it off it only became worse. You weren’t as involved with him as usual. You could put on a brave face for Elaine, but It was harder to maintain that facade around Bucky.

He knew you too well.

Walking into the house you were met with Alpine running down the steps and rubbing herself against your legs. Looking down at her you sighed and sat your bags down scooping her up in your arms. There was a small pearl necklace around her neck and a distinctly bright pink kiss mark on the top of her head. “Hey, baby...Elaine got a hold of you after school hm?” She tilts her head and meows before wiggling out of your arms. You watch her walk off into the living room and you started looking around for Bucky. The one thing you could’ve used right now was a hug and some encouraging words - which Bucky was a pro at providing.

“Bucky?” You called out half-heartedly.

Walking down the hall you could hear the sound of faint humming and you already felt slightly relieved. “I’m in the kitchen!” He called back. You quickly rushed into the kitchen to see him putting some cookie dough on a pan. Of course, he had to look cute doing it as well. A streak of flour on his cheek and a look of pure concentration on his face as he pressed a bat-shaped cutter into it. Sitting down on the stool you caught his attention, making him look up at you and smile.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

That never gets old.

You weakly smiled back at him, looking around for any sign of Elaine. “Where’s bug?” You asked with a sigh. You weren’t doing a very good job of hiding your emotions because he was giving you a funny look. You looked back at him for a second and tilted your head to the side.

“She’s going to stay with Steve for the weekend. Grant is having a sleepover.” He said, brushing off the fact you were going through something. You simply nodded and sighed. If he pressed you would close up, and he wasn’t willing to risk that. Continuing to mess with the cookies he would glance up at you when you weren’t paying attention, his eyes catching every anxious action.

Playing with your hands.

Spacing out.

Avoiding eye contact.

There were more but he wasn’t trying to worry himself in the process. “How was your day?” He asked nonchalantly. You sighed and looked up at him, catching his eyes for a second and then quickly looking away. Going over to the oven he put the cookies in and turned back around leaning against the counter and watching you, still awaiting your answer. You shifted in your seat and rubbed your hand across your face.

“It was good. The kids did some decorating and I listened to this is This is Halloween about six times.”

You laughed dryly, and he couldn’t help but smile. There were traces of glitter on your skin and your eyes were tired - even then he felt like he was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. He was envious of your drive and your dedication to everything you put your hand to. “Sounds like you had a good day then.” He smiles at you, coming over and wrapping his arms around you. Reaching up you held onto his forearms relaxing against him.

“I missed you today.” He sighed, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “Missed you too.” You sighed, seamlessly pulling away from him in the process - in more ways than one. If it were possible for him to feel you emotionally withdraw yourself from him, he felt it. While he was slightly hurt by your actions he was more concerned than anything.

And he was tired of ignoring it.

“Can we talk for a bit?”

Instantly you stopped moving in your seat, sucking in a breath. It was obvious he was about to confront you, or tell you that you were being too distant and ultimately kick you to the curb. Your nightmares come to life. Turning around you looked up at him and already felt a sense of dread washing over you. He was looking at you the same way he would look at Elaine whenever she would hide the TV remote from him. Like he was disappointed or even annoyed.

“Sure...Everything okay?” You asked with a nervous laugh. With a huff he sat down in the stool next to you, pulling you closer to him, sort of wedging you between his legs. Now you were in the midst of a very one sided staring contest and to clarify you weren’t the one winning. “Listen, Buck, I-”

“Nope. It’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything.” He smiled, putting his hands on your knees. The simple feeling of him being gently affectionate was enough to make you teary eyed. It made no sense to you that he loved and cared for you so much, but you were so willing to let him do it. Naturally you averted your eyes from his looking down at his hands.

“I think we’re dancing around the issue here...but I won’t make you talk about anything. Obviously...you’re going through something...and you’re trying to pretend you’re not. I can play stupid for a little while but It gets old pretty quickly.”

Bucky reached up and lifted your chin making you face him again. Staring into those blue eyes you felt like you could’ve melted in your seat. He was too caring, too kind.

“So, tell me what I can do to make this better. I want my happy girl back.”

Something about that simple statement was enough to make you breakdown. Leaning against him you let the tears flow, overwhelmed by the idea of it all. You felt pathetic being so weak around him, but you’d been trying to hold it together too long.

“Bucky, I’m sorry. I’m so stupid being so upset over nothing. They just don’t like me and I can’t change it. It’s frustrating because they put you in there and sometimes they even talk about Elaine. It’s so frustrating. I try to be the best at my job and it’s overlooked because they just don’t like me. I can’t do anything without hearing something about myself that isn’t even true. They know I’m not good enough for my job, all those kids, and even you. It hurts...It hurts so much...I can’t be all these things that i’m expected to be...I mess everything up.”

Bucky was quick to wrap his arms around you and hold onto you tightly. He was having trouble even processing what you had said. Why are you sorry? Who is they? It was all a little confusing before he gave it some thought. Then he connected the dots. You’d mentioned the cattiness of your coworkers before, but it never felt this extensive. Never this vindictive. Running his hands up and down your back he hushed you over and over, pushing his desire to find anyone who had ever said anything less than kind to you. Feeling the way sobs raked through your body made his heart feel like it had fallen to the floor.

In no way did you deserve any of this.

“Sweetheart...I don’t even want to know what has been said, but you know none of it is true. You are more than enough. You kick ass at your job. You go above and beyond for all of those kids.” He sighed, kissing the top of your head. The sobs became quiet sniffles after a moment, and he just kept trying his best to comfort you. With a little ‘come on’ he led you up the stairs and towards the bedroom. You sat down on the edge of the bed with glossy eyes playing with your hands nervously.

Looking at you in your state of distress truly made him want to look at that teacher roster and create a hitlist but he knew better. No matter how shitty those people were to you, you still offered them respect. He hated it, but it was so you he couldn’t help but appreciate it. Appreciate the fact that you’re just that good. Sometimes you needed a reminder that you shouldn’t always be the one giving, and he was persuasive in his ways.

Bucky got down on his knees in front of you, scooting closer to you and looking up at you. You didn’t have much of a choice but to look down at him. You could tell he was upset for you, but there was a little glimmer in his eyes you couldn’t quite read. He put his hands on your legs and immediately felt that all too familiar flutter in your stomach.

He’s too good at this.

“Do you trust me?” He asked quietly. Of course, you nodded in response. Who would you be to deny trust to a man who was quite literally on his knees for you - not just a man but Bucky Barnes.

“Then believe me when I say that you are the most amazing woman I have ever met...You are the best thing that had ever happened to me. I don’t give a shit what anyone has to say about me and you, because at the end of the day I love you. You’ve made me into a better person by simply being yourself. Not only that, but you’ve inadvertently taken on the role of being a mother to my daughter. I can’t even begin to explain how thankful I am for you. I don’t know how I went all those years without you…”

Sniffling you reached out putting your hand on his cheek, running your fingers over his jaw. He just smiled back at you, like he wasn’t saying the sweetest things you’d ever heard. As much as your insecurity didn’t want to accept it, Bucky loved you. He loved you fiercely and like no one had ever before. Everything he did was a gesture towards how much he truly did love you.

You always dreamed about that kind of love.

The love that really never even needed to be vocalized. A love that made you feel like you both were the only people on the planet, and all that mattered was that moment.

He kept talking, but you had sort of zoned out at that point. Looking at him felt like looking at a dream come to life. He was on his knees professing his undying love to you for maybe the fifth time since you’d started dating, and you dared to pretend he wasn’t being sincere. Growing antsy you put both of your hands on his face and leaned down giving him a kiss. It wasn’t fervent or messy. It was a sweet kiss that only proved to leave you reeling. Your only goal was to translate your love into it, hoping he would understand.

Words weren’t enough anymore.

That kiss said, “Bucky Barnes I love you like I have never loved before. Every moment with you feels like a daydream.”

Pulling away you smiled at him, “I love you James.”

He smiled back at you, “I love you sweetheart.”

Pulling you into a kiss again he smiled against your lips.

“I’m not ever letting you go either.”

Nothing else mattered then.

You just needed a reminder.

“Please don’t.” Your voice was quiet, but the need behind it was hard to miss. He was quick to get up again, gently pushing you back against the bed and kissing you like his life depended on it.

One thing about Bucky was that he would put his entire soul into one kiss. An absolutely searing kiss that went straight through your entire being and pleased the most longing part of your spirit. The part of you that longed to be loved and desired completely sated in just one kiss. It was a feeling that was so final and unmatched you knew you’d never have to look for anyone ever again. That the person who was going to love you the way you deserved was right there with you.

Pulling away he looked down at you and smiled. That same smile that made your heart flutter. Any worry you had when you got home, had already flown out the window.

“Just let me take care of you.”

You smiled and pulled him down kissing him softly, just enough to answer without ever saying the words.

“I’m all yours, James.”

That admission never got old to him. You could say that everyday and he’d react the exact same.

You were all his, and there wasn’t a person on this Earth that could ever take your place.

It didn’t take long for him to methodically undress you, throwing each article of clothing across the room like it was in his way. He took you in like he did everytime, and everytime he just fell more and more in love with you. Not an inch of your skin went untouched or loved. Kisses trailing down from your neck to your hips so light that they drew the most desperate sounds out of you.

He knew exactly what he was doing, being so gentle in his actions. As much as the anticipation went straight to the pit of lust in his stomach, he was trying to make it entirely clear that you were all he ever wanted. You whined and grabbed at his hair, your hips moving to try and gain any sort of friction where you needed it most.

“James…” You whined.

Looking down at him through half lidded eyes you watched as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, kissing and biting at the inside of your thighs. Teeth gently grazing over the soft skin of your thighs was almost too much to take. He was so close to being where you needed him.

“Just relax sweetheart…Don’t get too worked up yet.”

Trying your best to relax you let your hands fall to your sides, gently grabbing onto the sheets and closing your eyes. All of your senses were alite, experiencing every single detail of the moment. Basking in the feeling of Bucky trying to make you feel like you were the most beautiful woman alive.

Taking his hand he gently ran his fingers down your slit, watching the goosebumps raise on your skin. Even with his gentle advice of relaxing he could see the slight shakiness to your form. Looking up at you he reveled in the way your chest would rise and fall dramatically at each touch. Still watching the way your face would change he took his fingers and spread you open, gently rubbing circles into your clit.

The way your hips jerked was the only bit of affirmation he needed.

“Oh, f-fuck…please don’t tease.” You whined.

Glancing down at him you nearly lost your breath. He knew you so well, and that smile on his face was almost too much to handle. “Well, I thought I’d need to work you up a bit Sweetheart…but you’re already so fucking wet for me.” He ran his finger through your folds and you moaned shakily.

He held up his hand showing the glistening wetness that covered his fingers. While you felt your face heating up at how easy it was for him to affect you, he clearly didn’t mind at all. Maintaining direct eye contact with you he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking your wetness onto his tongue. The satisfied groan that passed through his lips nearly caused your eyes to roll back, or maybe it was the lewd pop of his fingers leaving his mouth.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He kissed the inside of your thighs and without any warning, attached his lips to your clit. Out of surprise you yelped, grabbing onto his hair and trying not to squeeze him between your thighs.

With your back arching off the bed you pulled at his hair, overwhelmed to the point of tears. “J-James…oh my god.” You managed, trying not to buck your hips against his face. The sound of his visceral groans made a heat spread throughout your entire body.

With one hand pressing you further into the bed, he took his other hand and pushed two fingers into you. He pumped them into you at a generous pace making you cry out from the sheer amount of unbridled pleasure. “You taste so fucking good sweetheart.” He moaned against you. Unable to form a sentence you only whined in response, trying to raise up just a bit to look down at him.

All the strength you had completely surrendered itself to him. Your arms felt weak under the pressure that was growing in the pit of your stomach. His fingers curled against your sweet spot and you felt like your soul was leaving your body.

“I-I can’t…Oh my, fuck, James…p-please.” You cried, moving just enough to look down at him. His tongue flicked against your clit before he pulled away, his fingers still touching that spot in a way that you didn’t know was possible. That smile on his face was unforgettable. The way your juices glistened on his lips and the way he was looking at you like he could just do this for hours.

“Please what? You're gonna cum for me already sweetheart?” He teased, flattening his tongue against your clit and starting to suck on it again. This time, he grazed his teeth against the spot making you gasp, the sound of your voice nearly disappearing under the pleasure of it. It felt like your entire body was on fire. Tugging at his hair you tried holding onto the edge of your orgasm, testing how close you could get to letting go.

“Cum for me sweetheart. Wanna see you let go for me, my pretty girl.”

You didn’t need any further encouragement.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you finally let go. He was doing just enough to guide you through it, and your heart felt like it was beating too fast. You cried out and tried squirming away from his touches. Of course, it didn’t work.

Bucky pulled back a little watching you go through each wave of pleasure that overtook you. The tears that trailed down your cheeks and the sporadic rise and fall of your chest - it was all so beautiful to him. If there were ever tears in your eyes this should be the only reason why. Carefully he pulled away and immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up into his lap. Running his hands up and down your back he hushed you, kissing your shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful sweetheart…There won’t ever be anyone for me other than you.” He whispered against your skin. Burying your face in the crook of his neck you took a bit to finally catch your breath. The quiet assurances of his love made your heart flutter in your chest. There was no doubt in your mind that he loved you. Everything in you belonged to him, and you knew all of him belonged to you. Pulling back you shakily put your hands on his face and kissed him deeply. Trying to convey all the words that you couldn’t quite say.

“I love you.” He said, giving you a sweet grin.

You smiled back at him, laughing a bit.

“I love you too...but I think you just killed me and brought me back to life in less than thirty minutes.”

He laughed and shook his head, kissing you gently.

“What can I say, I’m a miracle worker.”

You smiled and shook your head. Those pretty blue eyes just told you everything you needed to hear without ever saying a word. Wrapping your arms around his neck you kissed him gently.

“But I am going to need to know who said what so I can blackmail them into leaving the school district.” He laughed but you knew he was being serious.

“Okay Mister PTA, we’re not going to do that.”

“Fine…we could just…have sex in each of their offices and leave a nice note.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“I guess that’s less illegal than the blackmail.”

He raised his hands in the air and congratulated himself.

“I’m going to get you pregnant on Florence’s desk.”

You chose not to even respond to that fantasy, pushing him back against the bed and deciding to return the favor.

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[hopelesshawks]

Companionship XP Part 27- Calming

18+ Kaminari Denki x fem!reader quirkless, streamer au

Summary: The decision to start a youtube channel was a spur of the moment thing. Sure you’d watched your friends have great success with their own channels, but when you uploaded your first video playing Genshin you never would have guessed it would take off the way it did. You’re perfectly content with the community you’ve built but if there’s one thing you’ve been missing, it’s someone to co-op with. When Mina offers to link you up with one of her old friends with his own channel, you just hope he won’t be too obnoxious. Enter Kaminari Denki. He’s definitely obnoxious, but he’s also so much more.

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You must have checked every little bit of your outfit and overall appearance a million times as you waited for Denki to come pick you up. He’d been sweet about making sure you were comfortable with him coming to your house, offering to just send you his own address so you could come to him if you didn’t want him knowing where you live just yet. You swear he’s even more cautious about preserving your secret identity than you are.

It’s a very welcome change of pace.

When the time comes to buzz him into your building your heart practically pounds in your chest. Do you really look ok? Are you too casual? Too formal? Will seeing him in person be different than seeing him over facetime? Oh my god this is the first time you’re seeing him in person. How had that not hit you sooner?

There’s a knock on your door and you open it embarrassingly quickly.

Denki looks unfairly attractive.

He’s taller than you expected him to be and he looks solid. You suppose that there’s no way he could be best friends with Red Riot and not be in great shape but still, he’s got a surprising amount of lean muscle that fills out the white tee and black leather jacket he’s wearing really nicely. His black jeans hug his legs perfectly and the asshole had even worn a black choker because apparently he has no respect for your sanity. You’d be embarrassed about how blatantly you’re checking him out except he seems to be doing the same to you. It eases some of your nerves to know you’re not the only one affected.

“Wow… You look… wow,” Denki says almost dazedly.

“I could say the same to you,” you chuckle.

He shakes his head to force himself to refocus and then gives you a sheepish smile as he slides up next to you and offers you his arm.

“Well our chariot awaits Princess. Shall we be off?”

“We shall. Lead the way.”

When you descend to the street level you’re surprised to find that Denki drives an all black classic car. You half expected something brand new with a bright, flashy color. You don’t know much about cars but it looks pretty sleek and the vintage car feels fitting for a drive-in movie date.

“It’s a 1969 Mustang Boss 429. First thing I got when I started getting big paychecks from streaming. Restored it myself and everything,” he tells you proudly with a bright grin.

“I don’t know shit about cars but that sounds awesome and also incredibly difficult?” you ask as he escorts you to the car and opens the door for you.

“Yeaaa, it took awhile but it’s worth it!”

The interior has also been nicely restored, with leather seats and a cassette to lightning cable adapter so he can still plug his phone in. He encourages you to plug yours in as he pulls out of where he parked in front of your building and navigates onto the road. Before long you’ve got one of your favorite playlists floating through the car, a perfect soundtrack for the drive. Denki looks completely relaxed behind the wheel, settled in a way he usually isn’t. He’s got one hand on the stick shift, changing gears with an effortlessness indicative of years of experience. His other hand is wrapped around the steering wheel, long fingers curled around the leather, occasionally tapping out the beat of whatever song is playing.

“You really love driving don’t you?” you ask, a soft smile playing over your lips as you continue to watch him.

He nods, his smile absolutely radiant.

“I’ve never been any good at meditation but driving is my version of it I think. I don’t know just something about it is… calming,” he explains.

As the music continues to float through the car you think you understand what he means. As excited as you are for the movie, you also would be content to spend the whole night just like this. You, Denki, a good soundtrack, and the open road. What more could you possibly need?

A/N: For those curious this picture is what I imagined Denki's car to look like. I'm not super into cars but I really love driving, I find it super relaxing when the roads aren't super trafficy so this 100% is me projecting that onto Denki lmao. Apparently casette players actually weren't standard in cars until the 1970s? But whatever we'll just say it's the one inaccurate thing Denki put into the car while restoring it or sth 🥴

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[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [six] // wanda maximoff

summary: after spending some more time with Wanda against your will, you begin to realise how she feels for you.

warning/s: none.

author's note: hope you like angst! because you got it 👀 also there’s only one more part left after this so be prepared!

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"You look like you're on a warpath."

I stopped speed walking around the place when Natasha appeared out of nowhere, stepping in front of me. She seemed entertained, before she realised I was probably actually on a warpath.

"Hey, what happened?" she asked, amusement replaced with concern in seconds.

"Wanda happened," was all I said, before walking around her and storming up to the Sokovian in question.

When she spotted me, she opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't give her chance to as I grabbed her wrist and began to drag her away.

"Sorry, if you'll excuse me," Wanda got out to the guests she was chatting with, before I yanked her away. She began to complain as I did, asking, "What are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!"

I ignored her and proceeded to drag her away, certain that steam would be coming from my ears if this was a cartoon. Finding a private place to talk, I let go of her hand and spun around with a glare.

"Your thoughts are very loud right now," she said playfully, clearly not reading the situation.

"Then you know that I'm imagining several different ways to murder you," I got out between gritted teeth.

She scrunched her nose. "They all end in you going to prison."

Something about that obnoxious smile she wore and the way her hazel eyes watched me with anticipation was making me angrier by the second.

"How can you do that?!" I asked with exasperation.

She quirked a brow. "And what is 'that' exactly?"

I locked my jaw. "You ruined my date! You kept getting into my head all day, you were rude to Elise, and you're just– you're oozing with jealousy when you're the one who broke up with me!"

She scrunched her nose for the second time, and whereas I would have once found that endearing, I know found it greatly frustrating.

"Oozing? Really? Who says that?"

I closed my hands into fists, trying not to get baited by her purposeful obliviousness. But she was already under my skin, and ever since she broke up with me, the anger had been bubbling away, ready to come out.

"You're such a bitch, Wanda!" I shouted at her without hesitation. "You don't care that you just ruined my chance at moving on! Six months has passed since you broke up with me – you don't get to be jealous! I had to learn to be without you because you gave up on us and that's on you! So, you don't get to be here and make me feel bad for having a chance at a date because you can't make up your mind about us. It's not fair!"

My shoulders relaxed as I got my thoughts out, the anger still present but not as heavy on my back. She was infuriating as I watched her. Barely fazed by my words, a small smile played on her lips. She did nothing to acknowledge my mini speech, instead waiting for me to say something else.

"Seriously?!" I squeaked, my voice rising with annoyance. "Nothing?!"

As if pulled from a daydream, she straightened up and seemed confused. "Huh?"

I groaned loudly, eyebrows raised with disbelief. "For God's sake, Wanda!" Running out of patience, I shook my head and glared harshly. "I want you to stay away from me. You don't get to be in my life like this. And just in case you don't understand what I'm saying, here's something you will. Otvali (fuck off)!"

Not bothering to wait for a response, I stomped past her and didn't look back. As I was walking away, a tear slipped from my eye and I whipped it away without question. She didn't get to do this to me, not again. It wasn't fair.

— 

Despite practically yelling in Wanda's face to stay away from me, she didn't take the hint. Instead, I proceeded to see her two more times in places I least expected it. To be fair, I don't think she did it on purpose. But she could have easily walked the other way and pretended not to see me. Instead, she thought it would be best to piss me off further.

The first time was when I was at a park with a new patient I was caring for. He was wheelchair-bound, so I pushed him around as we spoke to pass the time. We eventually stopped at a newspaper stand since he wanted to buy a few magazines, and that's when I conveniently got bumped into by the Sokovian witch.

"Y/N, hey!" she exclaimed when I turned to see who was there. She had a wide smile on her face, eyes shining bright under the sun. Admittedly, it took my breath away for a second, as I didn't expect it in the slightest. But then I remembered who it was and tried to ignore the way my heart rate sped up.

"Hello," I mumbled, before looking back to the newspaper stand with hopes she'd go away.

"And who is this beautiful young woman, Y/N?" my patient, Dayton, asked as he noticed her beside me.

I pursed my lips, trying to figure out the best response without earning more questions from Dayton, but Wanda decided to answer instead.

"We were girlfriends," she told Dayton with a grin, eyes glancing to me.

"Key word being were," I added quickly, shooting her a look, before looking to Dayton. "It's not a big deal."

"It may not be to you, but it's good to see you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said softly, grin fading into a genuine smile.

"Don't call me that," I snapped, hating the way her words had such an effect on me. Her stupid accent and her stupid smile and her stupid pretty eyes. Hated it all.

"Ooh, what does that mean?" Dayton asked, looking up between us.

"Nothing, Dayton," I told him calmly, before nodding to the stand. "Just buy your magazines whilst I talk to Wanda."

He shrugged and did as I said, leaving me a moment to stand back and look to Wanda disapprovingly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, lowering my voice so I wouldn't make a scene. Nothing was accidental with her.

"Just enjoying a walk through the park," she answered with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, enjoy your walk."

As I made an attempt to leave, she stepped in front of me suddenly.

"Wait, can we talk?" she asked, losing any sense of mischief.

"No," I deadpanned. "Now, can I leave?"

She frowned, eyes pleading. "Please?"

"I said no."

She sighed, glancing around with irritation. Her eyes settled on the flower stand beside the newspaper stand and I didn't have chance to question what she was thinking before her eyes began to glow red. Raising her hand conspicuously, red wisps of energy appeared and she levitated a single flower from one of the many bouquets, hovering it before me.

"For you," she said, and I ripped it out of the air, frantically looking around in case anyone saw.

"Very clever," I said sarcastically, before looking at the flower and shaking my head. "Stealing isn't cool, by the way."

I dropped the flower on the ground and walked away, my foot stepping on it as I did. She needed to get a damn hint.

—

The second time Wanda reappeared in my life was when Anna invited me to Sasha's home for a visit. I'd been once before, a few weeks after she'd moved in with her granddaughter's family, but not since then. This time, she'd invited me over again to catch up and I assumed it would just be me and her family; Oh, how wrong I was.

Sasha and her family were pretty wealthy, their house sitting on the outskirts of New York and on its own private land. She was a lawyer, hence the wealth, and her home was absolutely stunning with its high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows and three floor structure. Even as I parked out front for the second time in my life, I was blown away.

As I got out of my car and locked it, I noticed another car parking out front – a taxi, dropping someone off. Curious, I waited to see who it was. My eyes narrowed when I noticed a familiar face exiting the taxi and paying the driver. When the taxi drove off, Wanda saw me and began to smile with amusement, joining me at the front door.

"The stalking is getting creepy you know," I told her when she stood by my side.

I knocked on the door using the giant knocker and waited patiently for someone to answer.

"I'd love to take the credit for this," Wanda answered, and I could see her smug smile in my peripheral, "but I was invited by Anna."

I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, both at Wanda's presence and Anna's secrecy. "Of course she did..."

The door opened to reveal none other than Anna Pivec herself, balancing on her cane and grinning at the sight of Wanda and I.

"Devushki (girls), you made it!" she exclaimed with delight, before stepping to the side. "Please, come on in!"

We both entered her home and watched as she closed the door before giving us both a big hug without warning.

"Oh, okay," I mumbled, but wrapped an arm around her gently. "It's good to see you, too, Anna."

Anna laughed wholeheartedly before pulling away. "I'm sorry. I just missed you both is all. It's so good to have you here, together again. Just like old times."

I forced a small smile, knowing what she meant but also feeling a pang in my heart because it wasn't completely like old times, not really. Naturally, my eyes fell to Wanda who was already looking my way, a similar expression on her face. I wondered if she was thinking the same.

"C'mon, I'll bring you to the kitchen where everybody else is," Anna said, already leading the way. "They're excited to have you over again."

"You didn't mention Wanda would be here, too," I noted as she led us through the main hall.

"Oh, didn't I?" she replied, feigning confusion. "I must have forgotten."

"Hmm." I pursed my lips, ignoring the obnoxious smile that returned to Wanda's lips as we followed Anna.

She led us to the kitchen where Sasha and her husband were preparing some food for the supposed barbecue we'd be having. I'd met her husband the last time I visited, so it was easy to get reacquainted with them both as we met them again.

After a brief catch up, Wanda and I offered to help with the food, but Sasha insisted we take a break and hang out with the twins – her kids – whilst they cooked it up outside. So, I soon found myself heading to the living room with Wanda as Anna went to fetch the twins from their bedrooms upstairs.

I wasn't exactly keen on being left alone with Wanda, so I decided not to say anything and simply keep to myself as we waited for Anna's return. Killing time, I wandered around the living room and looked at the family photos hung on the wall. It was the same as last time, except now there were a few new additions, clearly from Anna, which made me smile without thinking.

They were of Wanda, Anna and I, back when I used to care for her and we'd hang out at her apartment. Some were in the apartment itself whilst others were from places we'd visited together on different occasions. I recognised a handful of them from when Wanda and I were just friends and a few more from when we were a couple. It was clear in the photos which were which, as Wanda was holding my waist and grinning from ear to ear, myself doing the same. For a split second, I almost forgot she'd broken my heart.

"Wow, we looked really cute together, didn't we?" her stupid Sokovian accent sounded by my ear, and I lost my smile when I felt Wanda's presence stood a little too close to me.

She was looking over my shoulder at the photos on the wall and I tried not to get frustrated, but she made it impossible.

"Yeah, we were," I agreed, noticing the surprise on her face at my words, but then I continued, "until you dumped me because you were too scared to stay in a relationship."

Her smile faded at my words and I left her standing there, instead going to the couch to wait there. I wasn't sure why Anna had kept those photographs of us, but I wished she hadn't. 

After what felt like forever, Anna finally returned with her two great-grandkids in tow. Alex and Marina, both seven-years-old, grinned adorably at Wanda and I, betraying their missing teeth.

"Well, look who it is," Wanda said with a bright smile, bending over and putting her hands on her knees. "My favourite set of twins."

Despite how annoying she was, I couldn't help but smile at the way she treated kids. She was always so good with them generally, way better than I was.

"G.G. said we could play Mario Kart," Marina said behind a nervous smile, looking between us. "Can we?"

G.G. was what they called Anna – short for 'great-grandmother'. I found it cute that they accepted her into the family so easily, like no time had been missed.

"I think we can," I said with a warm smile. "But I can't promise we'll take it easy on you."

Alex fist-pumped with excitement before running to the TV to set up his Nintendo Switch. Marina, the calmer of the two, motioned for Wanda and I to take a seat on the couch with her. Anna joined us, taking her place on the recliner, and watched with amusement.

Wanda and I had never actually visited them together, so it was refreshing to see how excited they got around her. Clearly she'd made an impression last time.

"For you," Alex said politely, holding out a controller to me.

"Why thank you," I said, accepting it. "So polite."

He seemed embarrassed as he did the same with Wanda, who hadn't stopped smiling since they came in. After handing his sister a controller, he joined us on the couch, forcing everyone to move up a little and making Wanda press closer to me at the end of the seat. I gave her a knowing look to which she smiled innocently, making me roll my eyes.

"You not gonna have a go, Anna?" Wanda teased Anna as Alex began to set up the game.

"The moving cars makes my head spin," the older Sokovian woman admitted. "You guys enjoy though."

Soon enough, the first game commenced and I was surprised at how competitive I was being, adamant on at least beating Wanda if not the twins. They, of course, spent all their time playing this, so Marina won Wanda and I easily. Wanda came in fourth, I came in third and Alex came in second.

"You just got lucky," Wanda said with a shrug, glancing at me.

"If you say so," I played along, a ghost of a smile on my lips.

"I'm being Toad this time!" Marina exclaimed as Alex set up the next round.

"I'll be Princess Peach," Wanda decided nonchalantly.

"She won't help you win," I said without thinking.

"We'll see, milashka (cutie)," she responded with a playful smile.

I nudged her in the arm, signalling for her to not call me that, but she only smiled wider as she looked back to the screen.

We had a few more rounds, Wanda winning none of them and Marina winning all of them, when Alex began to complain.

"It's not fair, you have to be cheating!" he said to his sister.

"I'm just better," Marina stated casually, making me laugh.

Alex rolled his eyes before looking to Wanda. "Did you used to play this with Pietro? Did he cheat, too?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise at the mention of Wanda's dead twin brother. I didn't think she'd tell the twins of him, but then I realised that it was only fitting to mention her twin brother to a set of twins that probably reminded her of herself.

Wanda smiled gently. "We didn't have these games as kids, Alex. But when Piet and I played other things, yes, he did cheat." 

Alex sighed, glancing at his sister with distaste before looking to me. "Did you used to play this when you were younger, Y/N?"

"Kind of... I mean, I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I used to play at my cousin's house whenever I visited," I explained. "And it wasn't a Switch. We had something called a Super Nintendo."

"Woah, you're old," Alex muttered with disbelief.

"Alex!" Anna scolded, making me laugh.

"It's okay, he's technically right," I said with a shrug.

"Milaya (sweetie), if you're old, then I'm ancient," Anna said disapprovingly.

"Right, sorry," I said, trying to stifle my smile.

We played another round and as Wanda and I were closing in on the finish line, my joystick began to veer left despite me aiming it to the right. I looked down in time to see red wisps of energy pushing it the other way.

"Yes! I won you," Wanda sang with pride, looking to me as her eyes faded from red to its hazel colour.

"You cheated," I said, eyebrows raised. "I just saw you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she played dumb.

"Wanda," I said, giving her a knowing look. "You sure it was Pietro who used to cheat when you were kids?"

She grinned. "Very sure."

I studied her closely, entertained smile tugging at my lips. "I'm just gonna pretend I let you beat me since you won't admit it."

She shrugged, nudging me in the side gently. "Suit yourself."

"You're supposed to let your wife win anyway," Alex said naively, and I almost choked on my own spit when he did.

"What?" I spluttered out, losing my smile.

Wanda was doing her absolute best not to laugh as her eyes glanced towards me, noticing my shocked expression.  

"Your wife – Wanda?" Alex said like it was obvious. "Our dad says he lets our mum win stuff all the time. It's what you do when you're married."

"I– we–" I paused, clearing my throat and suddenly feeling very warm. "We're not married, Alex."

Alex furrowed his brows with confusion. "But G.G. said that you weren't together."

"But that doesn't mean we're married," I said slowly, hoping my face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Medovyy (honey), they're not together anymore, you're right," Anna started to correct him, though she looked like she was seconds away from laughing herself, "but I never said they were married."

Alex didn't seem to understand still. He pointed to Wanda's hands. "But she's wearing a ring."

Everyone looked down to Wanda's hands which were adorned by several rings on many of her fingers, though none were on her ring finger, so I didn't get what Alex was thinking.

"I always wear rings," Wanda told him with amusement.

"But–"

"That's her right hand, idiot," Marina said to her brother with a scoff.

"No, it's her left," he said knowingly, before raising his left hand in the air and pointing to her right hand opposite him.

Marina rolled her eyes, already fed up with her twin's antics. She stood beside him and motioned to his hands as she explained, "That's your left. It's her right. Like a reflection. It's not a wedding ring."

It took a few seconds for Alex to understand, but when he did, he began to get flustered.

"Oh," was all he said, before returning to his seat. "My bad."

Anna laughed at her great-grandson's embarrassment as I began to flush with a similar embarrassment in my seat. Meanwhile, Wanda was biting her lip to contain her own laughter, eyes teasing me as they glanced at me with amusement.

Today was definitely not going to plan.

—

After gaming with the kids for a little while longer, we were all eventually called into the garden to have lunch together. Sasha and her husband had barbecued a variety of chicken, meat and vegetables for us to eat which was delicious. It gave us the chance to hear everything Anna had been up to with her family and for her to catch up with what's going on in Wanda and I's lives.

Anna seemed a lot happier, the happiest I'd ever seen her, when she was with family. I was glad that she was fitting in and that it brought her closer to her late-husband and daughter. This was all she'd ever wanted and she'd finally gotten it. Despite tricking Wanda and I into coming, I was kind of glad to be there because even if I wouldn't admit it at the time, it was just like old times.

After having dessert and conversing for longer than we realised over some tea and coffee, Wanda and I decided it was best we leave.

"Remember to come by anytime," Anna said to us both by the front door. "You don't even have to call!"

I smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Anna. It was great to see you again. I had a lot of fun today."

"Me, too," Wanda agreed. "It's really good to see you so happy."

Anna sighed contently. "Spasibo (thank you). Both of you." Pausing with thought, her eyes flickered between us both. "I do hope that you resolve things soon. For both of your benefit."

Chewing on my lip, I chose not to say anything. Wanda seemed to feel the same, opting to stay quiet, making Anna breath out halfheartedly.

"Right, well... are you both okay getting home?" she asked, changing the subject.

After reassuring her that we were, we gave her a giant hug before bidding her a goodbye. Once the door closed, I awkwardly glanced at Wanda before heading to my car.

"Hey, is it stupid if I ask for a ride?" Wanda's voice said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and saw her following after me, half walking and half running to fall into step with me. I refrained from rolling my eyes as I continued walking to my car.

"Didn't you get a taxi?" was all I said.

"Yeah, but my place is on the way to yours," she answered like it was nothing, finally catching up to me and grinning by my side when we reached my car. "And you're free, so..."

I narrowed my eyes impatiently.

"I won't do or say anything to piss you off," she added, putting out her pinky. "Promise."

As frustrating as she was, I wasn't a bitch, and we'd actually kind of gotten along today. With a dramatic sigh, I stepped to the side and motioned for her to get in the car. She wiggled her pinky, but when realising I wouldn't interlink mine, she lowered it.

A genuine smile fell on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."

I simply returned the nod before getting into the driver's seat as she did with the passenger's seat. I put Wanda's address in the sat nav before setting off, trying not to overthink the silence that filled the car. Obviously, that was impossible, so I gripped the steering wheel tighter and glanced at Wanda.

"You can put the radio on if you want," I said uncomfortably, shifting around in my seat.

She tensed her jaw, looking (oddly enough) as uncomfortable as I felt, which was strange since she was content annoying me earlier. With a nod, she turned the radio on and some random pop music played quietly in the background, easing my nerves but not making anything more tolerable. It took about ten minutes for me to adjust to the silence when I finally got comfortable, focusing on driving and getting to Wanda's flat quickly.

Without warning, Wanda began to speak in Russian, but it was way too fast and incomprehensible so I had no idea what she was saying.

"Wanda, slow down, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying to cut her off, but she continued to ramble right over me, making me roll my eyes. "Wanda, I don't understand you!"

When I looked to her between driving, she seemed extremely passionate and stern about whatever she was saying. I wished I understood because whatever it was seemed to be eating away at her. I tried to ask her to slow down, speak English, do something to help me out, but she was stuck in tunnel vision, speaking quickly and with sadness.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a minute, she stopped talking and took a deep breath. I furrowed my eyebrows judgementally, eyeing her with confusion.

"The hell was that?!" I asked with surprise.

She didn't reply, making me curse under my breath. At the next red traffic light, I looked to her properly, noticing the distracted stare she directed my way.

"Wanda, what was that?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

She pressed her lips together, hazel eyes swirling with a mixture of emotions that I couldn't make out. I thought she'd answer me, but she still stayed silent.

"Seriously, Wanda, what?"

The traffic light began to go orange and I sighed with annoyance, figuring she'd lost her marbles. But then she finally spoke, my attention half on her and half on the road.

"Ya skuchayu po tebe (I miss you)," she said softly, without mischief or annoyance or anger or anything. Just sincerity.

She looked away after that, eyes drifting to her shoes, probably thinking I didn't understand. But I did and I knew it shouldn't have affected me as much as it did, but I felt my heart ache in my chest as I put my foot on the gas to make the green light.

When I finally reached her apartment building, I waited for her to say something, but she looked as lost in her thoughts than I did whilst driving.

"Wanda," I called quietly, getting her attention.

She blinked, realising we were at her place. Clearing her throat, she barely looked my way as she mumbled, "Thanks for the ride."

As she opened the car door and got out, beginning to walk to her building, I rolled down the passenger's window and called her name. She stopped, looking over to me with a raised brow.

My mouth felt dry as I said, "I know what 'I miss you' is in Russian." Her eyes widened, embarrassed that she'd been caught, and I continued, "You don't get to miss me."

It was harsh, but it was the truth. And I didn't wait to hear her come up with a response as I rolled my window up and set off again. She couldn't act like that when it was her fault we broke up. It wasn't fair on either of us.

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If I Fell For You (Part 14) - Keep Close

Summary: The Ackles have the Padalecki’s over for dinner and let it slip that they’re engaged. Things seem to be going well but the anniversary of the accident is coming up and the reader comes up with the Ackles taking their first vacation together as a means of distracting Jensen as well reconnecting with Ray...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of sex, mention of a dead parent/spouse, anxiety

A/N: Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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“I’m stuffed,” said Jensen that night, the kids running around playing soccer in the yard after dinner. 

“I need that chicken recipe,” said Jared.

“I’ll write it down for you guys,” you said, sitting back in your chair. “You can do it with breast too if you like that better.”

“I want exactly this like, everyday from now on,” said Jared. Gen rolled her eyes and Jensen pulled out his phone. “Want me to take a pic?”

“I don’t need your freakishly long arms just yet,” chuckled Jensen. He turned around and took one of the four of you at the table before handing off his phone. “Mind getting one of us?”

“Your mom harassing you for engagement photos already?” asked Gen.

“By the time we were leaving they were both asking for photos and being obnoxious. Better than they were though,” said Jensen, smiling beside you. Jared took a few more and handed the phone back. 

“I still can’t believe your parents would act like that,” said Gen. “I mean obviously I’m super happy it got fixed but that’s so unlike them.”

“They made a mistake is all,” you said with a smile. “I don’t know about you guys but I’m going to finish this beer in the pool.”

“I think I’ll join you,” said Jared. He stood up and had a look on his face you caught too late. Before you knew it he had you picked up and was jogging over to the deep end and jumping in with you.

“Jared!” you said when you popped up. He giggled and swam off to the shallow end. “After I helped pick up the plates ya big lug.”

“We got it,” said Jensen, carrying over two beer cans and handing them to you. “We’ll join you guys in a few.”

About ten minutes later Jensen was leaning against the side of the pool in his bright red swim trunks, handing you the other half of his cookie cake piece.

“So any big plans for the wedding?” asked Jared, sat on the pool steps with Gen.

“I have a thought,” you said, turning to Jensen. “I haven’t discussed it with Jensen yet.”

“Vegas. Shotgun wedding,” he laughed. You shook your head and he grinned. “You’re thinking the farm, aren’t you.”

“What do you think? It could be outdoor or indoor, whatever it needs to be depending on the weather.”

“I’d love that,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “That’d be perfect for us.”

“You own a farm?” asked Jared. 

“Yeah, ten minutes from the brewery.”

“Dudes. You can open bar with your own beer. Oh and dibs on being a groomsmen.”

“Like that wasn’t gonna happen,” said Jensen.

“I don’t know on that,” you said. Jared’s face fell and you shook your head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that you wouldn’t be one. Of course you would. I just don’t have a lot of close girlfriends. I think it’d be weird if Jensen had a ton and…”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” said Gen. “We didn’t have an even number at our wedding.”

“We got time to figure that stuff out,” said Jensen, holding your waist. You finished the last bite of cookie and hummed. 

“So you two having a kid?” asked Jared. Gen whacked his chest and he shrugged.

“Jesus, Jare. Don’t ask that.”

“They’re our best friends and godparents to our children...although I guess Y/N didn’t know that she inherited that until now but come on, I know you’re wondering too.”

“Shut up,” said Gen, crossing her arms. “Obviously if they decide, they’ll tell us when it happens.”

“Yeah, I think there’ll be at least one,” you laughed. Gen lit up and turned to Jared.

“Last time they said they were having a baby guess what we did? I can’t handle no more babies,” said Jared.

“Can you even get that thing up anymore?” teased Jensen, sipping on his beer.

“You’re one to talk, old man.”

“That shit still works just fine.”

“Just fine?” shot back Jared.

“Oh my God. You’re both good at sex. Y/N be grateful you’ve missed this same conversation over and over for the past sixteen odd years,” said Gen. 

“I’m still taller,” said Jared with a smirk.

“I can last longer,” said Jensen with one of his own. They narrowed their eyes at one another and Jared stood up.

“Go wrestle on the grass,” groaned Gen. They both huffed and got out of the pool before starting to playfully wrestle. “See, what you may not realize yet is you have another child right there.”

“Yeah but he’s hot,” you said, Gen laughing while you sat beside her. “Do you guys really talk about sex with each other?”

“Yes and no. The boys are you know, boys. They’d combust if they didn’t tease each other. I wouldn’t say there’s like, intimate details or anything ever shared. They’re both pretty private about that sort of thing. Dee and I would talk but more so say we had fun the night before. Shit we probably talked about sex toys more than anything.”

You stopped mid sip of your beer and she laughed.

“When your guy is thousands of miles away for that long out of the year, you gotta get off on your own. You get pretty good at phone sex too. You’re lucky. Jensen won’t be staying away so long ever again he said.”

“No, no. But uh...before Jensen I’d had the same boyfriend forever and he was as vanilla as could be. We didn’t do that stuff really together.”

“I can text you some links to stuff. It’s not like you have to go in some scary store or anything. It’s discrete and I think a small vibe would be great to start with. You can use it during sex or foreplay or whatever. Just you know, have fun.”

“Jensen and I kinda got busted by the cops a week or so back for...activities in the backseat,” you said. She started to laugh and you groaned. “Thankfully it was his friend that caught us so he let us off the hook but...it was kinda fun.”

“Good,” she said, sighing as Jensen pinned Jared down. “Hey so yeah about that wedding thing. Jared had two more groomsmen than I had girls. It doesn’t have to be matchy, matchy, you know?”

“I know. I don’t know if…” you trailed off. “I lost my friend group when I broke it off with my last boyfriend. We’d been together for over ten years and I kept turning down his proposals and they didn’t like that. I have some nanny friends but not a lot and no one I’m really close to. I don’t know if I’d even get more than five people to come for me. Everyone else is his family and friends and I didn’t think about that until just now. I mean what would they think, seeing that? I don’t know if I even want anyone there now.”

“I think what they’d see is someone they care about marrying someone he loves. Just because we’re Jensen’s friends doesn’t mean we’re not your friends too. I know we’re still getting to know each other but we’ll be as close as those two eventually. Ruthie was texting me and we’re having a girls night the next convention in Dallas. You literally have a built in crew ready to go from the show, the girls and the guys. You are so coming with me to the next night I have with my local girlfriends and you got our family. You even got Dee’s parents. You have more than you know, sweetie.”

“I never had a best friend growing up except for my mom. Until Jensen,” you said. “I’ve never really been good at the friend thing.”

“Were you bullied in school?” she asked quietly.

“Don’t tell anyone besides Jared but my dad wasn’t a good person. He hurt me and so I was afraid of getting in trouble so I didn’t talk to other kids all that much until I got old enough to understand what he was doing was wrong and that’s how I ended up being adopted.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Can’t do anything about it now. But I can have it not control my life too. I’ve been pretty good since I was nine in that department. My mom dying sucked and things have been up and down but I like where I am now. This is easily the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”

“Jens’s not perfect.”

“I know. But he’s good enough. He gave me a certain confidence to live my life, like really live it.”

“He’s alright,” she smiled. “You know I have an idea about this bridesmaids thing you might like.”

“You?”

“Oh I would for sure but I meant more so I know two little girls that wouldn’t mind. Maybe there’s a boy too,” she said.

“I’m gonna need you to be my wedding planner at this rate,” you said.

“Job accepted,” she said. “I say we go farmhouse modern style.”

“Gen. I got engaged like two weeks ago. We have time,” you said. “We don’t even have a date.”

“At the very least can we go dress shopping?” she asked.

“I’m going to regret this,” you sighed as Jensen stepped back in the water.

“Get yourself a stronger man, Padalecki. That one is weak,” he said. Jared followed him right after and went to tackle him when Gen caught his arm.

“Boys, not in the water,” she said.

“Chicken?” asked Jensen.

“Losers pick up the tab for when we go out this weekend for dinner. Deal?” asked Jared.

“Well in that case, you’re on.”

Two Weeks Later

“Jensen,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair while he absentmindedly burnt some eggs. “You okay babe?”

“Yeah. We ought to pack up the kids, get on the road soon if we’re gonna hit the beach.”

“I’m gonna drive, okay?” you asked. He nodded and you got out the eggs again, making up a new batch. “Do you want to talk to Ray?”

“Why?” he asked quietly, leaning back against the counter.

“Anniversaries of traumatic events can be triggering,” you said. “My mom died two days ago. Well, you know what I mean.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“Because it doesn’t trigger me anymore. But it did and this is the first time...the first one is the roughest.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I ought to talk to him.”

“Eat your breakfast. I’ll give him a call and get the kids ready while you guys talk, okay?” you said.

“Thank you,” he said. You kissed his cheek and hugged him before you went upstairs for your phone. It rang a few times but Ray finally answered, noise in the background.

“Y/N. Everything alright?” he asked.

“Hey. Yeah. We’re...we’re pretty good. Today’s the first anniversary of Jensen’s-”

“Ah. I understand.”

“Listen, I know it’s a Sunday and you don’t work the weekends but would you mind talking to him for a few minutes? We’re going down to Galveston for the week in a bit but he’s off this morning.”

“I’d talk to him even if he wasn’t your fiance but especially because of that. You know we’re actually down here ourselves for a few days. Just got down yesterday. If you guys are around...maybe we could get together for that swim.”

“I’d like that. You okay?” you asked.

“I always get a little down on the day but Sarah understands. You understand.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna put Jensen on and um, maybe we can meet at Arillo’s for dinner?”

“We got a reservation there ourselves tonight. How many in your crew? Five? I’ll call and ask for an update.”

“Yeah there’s five of us. Um, Ray?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for being so horrible as a teenager after mom. You loved her as much as I did.”

“Thank you but you don’t have to apologize for that. You got too much pain in your life. I’m glad you found the good stuff too.”

“Are Geroge and Taylor there?” you asked.

“Yeah kids are here. Taylor’s got some internship but she does it online half the day and George is some research assistant thing for one of his professors but same kinda deal. We leave them to work in the morning while Sarah and I have some fun. Want me to let them know you’re coming?”

“Probably a good idea. Not sure how they’ll react,” you said, Jensen poking his head into the bedroom. “Here’s Jensen.”

“Okay, sweetie. We’ll see you guys soon.”

You handed the phone to Jensen and finished up packing while he sat on the bed. You tried to leave him be but couldn’t help listening in.

“Yeah I’m anxious...I don’t want her to drive down today...you know why...I guess...probably...I don’t want to be freaking out for three hours in the car...because it’s today...I know...I know...so I have to suck it up...I don’t want to have a panic attack in the car with the kids...no I haven’t...I’m scared I will though...yeah...I understand...dude that sounds so stupid...that’s not medically anything...no I don’t have my doctorate...I don’t wanna ask her...I said I don’t want to, not that I wouldn’t...I know...I will...maybe I’ll try that too...yeah, Y/N said the first year is the roughest too...I’ll let her be in charge until we get down to the beach today. I think I’ll feel better after the car...yeah I kinda figured out what she was doing planning a trip on today of all days...I need it...really? Yeah, I’m looking forward to meeting up down there too...thanks Ray.”

You finished with your suitcase and had his open for him when he walked into the closet. He swallowed and handed your phone back.

“All good?” you asked.

“Ray thought it might be a good idea if I had something of yours with me on the way down, to keep on me since I’m...anxious this morning about being in a car.”

“Something of mine…” you said, looking at your side of the closet. “Why don’t you pack up and I’ll get you something before the road, okay?”

He nodded and twenty minutes and about three bathroom trips later the SUV was packed up. You hopped behind the wheel, Jensen tapping the arm rest from the passenger seat. 

“Here,” you said, reaching into your pocket, pulling out a bracelet. It was fabric, the kind made from craft string, white, rusty orange and a light tan color mixed together. 

“I’ve never seen this,” he said as he held it between his fingers.

“I got it on vacation with mom and Ray. Last one we went on,” you said, tying it around his wrist. “You have it.”

He stared at you as you turned the engine on, watching you backout. 

“This is too important for me to take,” he said quietly.

“It’s fabric. I want you to have it, okay?” you said, pulling onto the street and closing the gate. He nodded and you turned the radio on low. “Coffee run?”

“Yeah. Coffee sounds good right about now.”

You were only about fifteen or so minutes away from the beach house you’d rented. The kids were either taking naps in the backseats or watching a movie on the ipad. You risked a glance at Jensen, his fingers absently toying with the bracelet while he looked out the window, the radio on low. 

“How you doing big guy?” you asked as you pulled off to the exit ramp. 

“Pretty good now,” he said softly. 

“Mind navigating for me?” you asked. He hummed and picked up your phone from where it sat in the console the past few hours. About twenty minutes or so you were stretching outside of the car, Jensen opening the front door of the house with the code you’d been given. The kids climbed out and were good about each taking their own backpacks while you and Jensen gathered up the rest. 

“Come here,” he said, leaving the bags by his feet and kissing you against the side of the car. You grinned and he picked you up in a big squeezing hug. “I love you.”

“I know,” you said. He set you down and kissed you again. “You seem like yourself again.”

“I needed that push, get over that fear. But now, I can enjoy my day with my girl and my kiddos and apparently we are having dinner with Ray and his family tonight?” he asked.

“If that’s alright,” you said.

“One hundred percent,” he said, Arrow jumping up and down nearby. “Honey, go use the bathroom in the house if you have to go.”

“No I’m excited!” she said. “Can we go play on the beach? Pretty please?”

“Hm, give daddy fifteen minutes and then we can go?” he asked. She turned to you and grinned.

“We’ll go really soon sweetie. I promise.”

“Hey guys,” said Jensen an hour later, the five of you down on the beach and mostly watching them build a sandcastle together. “Y/N and I want to tell you something.”

“Is it that you guys are getting married?” asked JJ, patting some sand with her shovel. You glanced at Jensen and he shrugged. “You were talking to Aunt Gen and Uncle Jared about it last night, right?”

“Well, yes we were,” said Jensen. “I suppose we were a little louder than we thought. But yes, Y/N and I have decided to get married. We’re not sure when exactly but in the next year I can say.”

“So we have a mom again?” asked Arrow, fixing her corner of the castle that kept caving in.

“Well you guys are kinda lucky. You’ll get two moms,” he said. “How’s that sound?”

“We missed mom’s day,” she said with a sigh. “Right?”

“We’ll catch it next year, promise,” said Jensen. “Do you guys have any questions or anything you want to say?”

“Do we call you mom now?” asked JJ. 

“You guys call me whatever you want,” you said.

“Can we call you mom?” she asked. You nodded and she went back to playing in the sand. 

“Anything else guys?” asked Jensen.

“Can I get a giraffe?” asked Zeppelin while he figured out how much water to add to the sand to get it to stick together.

“No sweetie. They wouldn’t fit at our house,” said Jensen. 

“Darn it,” he said.

“I can tell you’re all so invested in this topic,” chuckled Jensen.

“Oh! Can my flower girl dress be purple?” asked JJ. 

“Your dress can be whatever color you want it to be,” you said.

“Awesome,” she said. “Or black and purple. With lightning stripes.”

“Ah, I knew the classic rock would finally pay off,” said Jensen.

“Maybe Daddy’s suit can be black and white stripes, like a tiger,” you said.

“Like a White Snake music video more like it,” he laughed. “We’ll figure all that stuff out. We wanted to make sure you guys knew was all and if you have any questions or were nervous or anything you know you can ask either one of us.”

“Mom makes you happy again. Of course you gotta marry her!” said Arrow. “Oh and get her a pony. Girls like that.”

“Would you care for a pony, sweetheart?” asked Jensen as he shook his head. 

“Are we talking mustang kind of pony?” you asked.

“That’s my girl,” he said, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, kissing your cheek. “Let dad get a picture of you guys. We’re on vacation after all.”

Five Hours Later

“Jensen,” you said, changing into a light summer top and a pair of denim shorts after your shower. He was standing by his suitcase undressed, trailing his finger over his scar. “Honey?”

“A year ago was the worst day of my life and today was a really great one. I get to meet Ray more and even Sarah and the kids who all sound great and...I’m really happy I’m still here to see all this.”

“Me too,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “Wear your red underwear.”

“Is that a request?”

“I like how you look when you take it off,” you said, gently smacking his ass as you went to go fix your hair.

“I am so grateful I found you,” he said to himself. You smiled and brushed your teeth quickly before checking yourself over and taking a selfie. You sat up on the counter and opened instagram, still silently grateful you’d always had it on private. There was nothing bad on it but Jensen and Jared had tagged you before and all of the comments always seemed to be negative.

“How do I look?” asked Jensen, walking in wearing a short sleeve navy button down and his red underwear.

“So sexy,” you giggled, Jensen digging through his other bag and finding his khaki shorts. 

“Can I get away with sneakers and a backwards baseball cap at this restaurant?” he asked.

“Totally. We always eat outside. It’s near the pier,” you said, putting up your post.

“Taking more pictures I can show off of you again?” he asked, grabbing your brush and getting some control of his damp hair back.

“Nobody even sees my instagram hardly,” you said.

“You know the internet knows we’re dating, right.”

“I’m pretty sure your fans still aren’t okay with that fact, even if they know.”

“Oh you’re mistaking the nutjobs for actual fans. The real ones, those guys are cool and nice. I actually got a lot of care packages and things from them last year. Still do. They really are good people. Those other ones that leave nasty comments? Fuck them. That shit don’t bother me anymore.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying family and friends know. Can I show off the woman I love to the world?” You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in front of you, his head cocking. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Better late than never.”

“Okay,” he said. “For now though, I’m looking forward to this dinner.”

“I hope it goes well. It’s George and Taylor I’m more worried about. They were kids when I decided to stop coming around. I only knew them maybe two years, if even that. I know they were upset.”

“Give them some credit. Ray raised them too after all.”

“I’m all set!” said Zeppelin, walking into the bathroom with his paw patrol shirt and nothing else on.

“At least I was gonna wear underwear,” chuckled Jensen. “Little dude. Get some undies on and shorts in the next two minutes or else…” he trailed off as he came in and hugged Jensen’s leg. 

“I love you, daddy,” he said.

“I love you.”

“Can we get a giraffe now?” he asked. Jensen rolled his eyes and you released him.

“Let’s go finish getting you dressed, buddy.”

“So you guys were Sarah’s fosters?” asked Jensen towards the end of dinner, all three kids passed out asleep in the stroller or on the bench besides you while you picked at your shared dessert. Neither George or Taylor had said much aside from introducing themselves. 

“Guys,” said Ray, nudging Taylor. “I’m sorry for our children’s rudeness. I was afraid of this.”

“Shut up,” they both said, Sarah sighing.

“The kids were both big fans of Supernatural. They grew up watching it with me. It was something we bonded over at first in fact,” she said. 

“Oh,” said Jensen, a smirk forming on his face. “Sam or Dean girls? George come on buddy, it’s okay.”

“This isn’t happening,” said Taylor, her eyes squeezed shut.

“So you guys don’t want to hear about the movie, gotcha,” he said, both of them snapping their heads up.

“He really is a dork,” you said. 

“Movie?” asked George.

“Someday. You can count on it,” said Jensen. “Maybe I’ll go easy on you guys and ask what mom was?”

“You boys are a little young for my tastes but honestly the guy who played John was very attractive,” she said.

“Even I’d hit that,” said Ray, Sarah laughing to herself.

“You can see Ray wins his ladies over with his charm,” you said, glancing at Taylor and George. “Like you guys could literally ask anything you ever wanted about the show and get an unfiltered answer if you want.”

“Did you really keep the car?” asked George. Jensen nodded and held up his finger.

“When we’re back in town, you guys come over and you can take a spin in it,” he said.

“Okay, he’s cool with me,” said George. You cocked your head and he smiled. “That was the car from the show I always told you about.”

“Oh. I thought you were talking about batman or something,” you said, pursing your lips. “Sorry I wasn’t…”

“You always sucked at pretending to be happy,” said Taylor. You looked down and nodded. “We get it. You had to do your own thing.”

“Don’t hate me for leaving?”

“Maybe when we were little,” she said. “But we’re older and we get that you probably felt like a fifth wheel.”

“Yeah. A lot really,” you said. “It worked out though.”

“She’s a Dean girl by the way,” said Ray, cracking up as Taylor whacked his arm.

“Dad! Oh my God no I’m not! I like Sam!” she said.

“Want to talk to him?” grinned Jensen. Her face went red and you heard a quiet chuckle at the table. “You’re right, we’ll save that for in person.”

“You basically are marrying Dean Winchester without like, the trauma,” she said. Jensen tensed up but kept a smile on his face. You knew Ray caught it when he gave him a simple nod.

“Trauma’s not inherently bad,” said Ray. “Everyone at this table has gone through some.”

“I know, dad,” she said quietly. She looked at George and he nodded. “Our parents were in a house fire. So were we. I was five and Georgie was four.”

“She carried him out and went next door for help,” you said.

“I was in a car accident last year,” said Jensen. You turned your head. It wasn’t public knowledge that he was in the car. He’d flat out told you that aside from family and a few friends, no one besides you knew. “I almost died. My wife did but for other reasons. You can still have trauma and a really good life.”

“Very good point, Jensen,” said Ray. “You two rugrats wouldn’t be around if mom and I had moped around in our misery forever.”

“Was he always such a sap?” asked George.

“From the day I met him,” you said, Jensen grabbing your hand under the table. “Would you mind watching the kids for a second?”

“Not at all,” he said. You excused yourself and brought Jensen along with you, walking out to the beach area, the breeze cool but light.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. I can talk about it now. I went from having the worst year of my life to one of the best. Nothing bad’s gonna happen for saying what really happened. I want to let all that shit go and have the rest of that really good life I was talking about.”

“For someone who keeps a lot inside I sure have noticed a difference in you the past few weeks.”

“To quote both of the loves of my life, I gotta let that shit out more regularly,” he said. You smiled and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, giving him a kiss. 

“You know that’s what we call growth, babe.”

“I very easily could have gone the opposite way this year.”

“But you didn’t, cause you tried even though it sucks sometimes. I love you but I extra love happy you and you’re definitely a happier guy now than when I met you.”

“So are you, honey,” he said. “Must make a pretty good team or something.”

“Oh yeah, maybe that’s it.”

“We should honestly get like, married or something, you know?” he teased.

“First I have to know though, are you willing to do cookie cake for a wedding cake?”

“I’m willing to make that sacrifice,” he said. “The real questions is, are you willing to deal with the eventual dad bod that will happen as a result?”

“I love this bod, but I don’t love you for this bod,” you said. 

“Thank you for today,” he said softly. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said. He grinned and kissed your cheek, hugging you tightly. “What are best friends for?”

“Everything?”

“Hell yeah they are Ackles.”

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A/N: Read Part 15 here!