#mindy jelly

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@andy-jam-blog Scrapbooking phase

[arthropod-diagnosis]

Name: Mindy, Mandy and Molly

Skill: Jellied Beans

Quote: "Look at our little sister!" / "She will conquer nations."

(Image by reynantemartinez on iNaturalist.)

[mangywayway]

"The Boy who saved them All"

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And here is my piece for the @harringrove-relay-race! ✨✨

Was this all a big excuse to draw them in a more fantasy setting? Yes, yes it was. Sue me. I honestly just decided to try and have fun with it and I did; there is still stuff that I will like to change? Yes. But I also like this piece a lot and that's the most important thing.

The first idea was to make it more gorey and stuff (as in, Billy with his chest open etc). Didn't end up doing it and went more on a "symbolic" route but who knows, maybe in the future 🤔

"Fun" fact: the dragon is supposed to be the Mind Flayer. I tried to make it more like similar to the series but that giant jelly thing was giving me an headache because I couldn't understand how the fuck it was made so, DRAGON (still Mindy and Flayer tho). Also tried and wanted to make Steve cry gold (cuz, the tears are worth their weight in gold kinda stuff) but I don't think I managed (so this is way I'm writing it here lololol).

ANYWAYS, thanks for not falling asleep after reading all of this and please, get your arses ready because the next work that's going on in an hour comes from the fantastic @kaizenkhaos ✨✨ so up up everybody and go and show them all your love 🫡💖✨✨

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mindy lookbook♡(>ᴗ•)

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these are all the outfits of my not so berry minty sim !! im playing the extended version by illusorythrall which has 50 generations !!!!(help!!)

can you tell i really like those tights.. used them for 4/8 outfits..

all cc linked under cut:D

on all: rin hair recolor | kissing glow lip oil

everyday: nabillera skirt recolor | skulls leg garter | amber bracelet | monogram tights | lena top | jelly platform sandals recolor | bgc necklace | naomi earrings

formal: monogram tights | melpomone corset | yamazaki ombre skirt recolor | gi boots | sarah choker | ariel corset sleeves | eunji arm warmer

athletic: jenn shorts | checkerboard sneakers | tm shirt

sleepwear: angeliki set recolor

party: monogram tights | billie shorts recolor | blackout chunky platforms | skulls leg garter | ganguro bangles | legwarmers | geri top

swimwear: attention bikini recolor

hot weather: amber bracelet | bear hat | maxine top | jelly platform sandals recolor | nabillera skirt recolor

cold weather: monogram tights | animal ear beanie | antifragile boots | elsa dress | star legwarmers

!!all sliders and details i use are listed in my resources page!!

thanks to all cc creators♥

@an0nymousghost @okruee @ladysimmer94 @trillyke @kamiiri @serenity-cc @arethabee @dcwnandout @caio-cc @ezrelea @simandy @regina-raven @jius-sims @berrybeans @catnnip @saruin @jellymoo @sentate @simbience @imvikai @0298butcher @148dazed

[berryyummy]

Innocent Shy Boy Head Cannon

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Hi guys! I fell in love with Ethan after watching Scream 6. But It has a doubtful part. Ethan is GF, why did he take Mindy to the hospital? It would have been better to just leave her alone and join the family. It's nonsense! And I love him, but I can't stop thinking about what it would have been like if he had been a really sweet and innocent guy. So... Here's my hc! I'll add more as I think of them. I'm not good at English, let me know if there are any awkward expressions!

Elementary and middle school homeschooling. High school was hell for him. He came to New York with dreams of a great college life.

He lacks social skills. But he's cute and kind, so his flaws are covered. He's fun to watch.

He can be friends with girls, but just the thought of going on a date turns him into a squeaking robot.

He doesn't know how cute he is. If someone praises him for being cute or pretty, he will be embarrassed. He wants to be told he's handsome!

He's stronger than he looks,but he never gets a chance to show it. He often imagines lifting a girl's heavy load.

He has his first gay crush when he sees Chad, he readily accepts that he is bisexual. what? Chad is the real alpha male. It is the providence of nature that he is attracted to him.

Most of his clothes are too big or the sleeves and length are too short or too worn or have peculiar prints.

He can't do housework. He puts all his clothes through the washing machine without thinking about what he will wear tomorrow.

Fortunately, his roommate can share clothes with him! Chad is shorter than Ethan but has a wider torso. He gladly gives his dark long sleeves to Ethan. (Because it suited Ethan so well)

He can't even cook. The only cooking utensil he can use is a microwave. what he does best are peanut jelly sandwiches and cup noodles.

He genuinely enjoys hanging out with his friends, but meanwhile, he misses a lot in the internet world. Whenever he has free time, he sticks his nose into his smartphone and types at a breakneck speed.

He considers suggesting that Chad wear a Mario and Luigi costume to the house party. But it was dismissed as too gay and loser by his Twitter friends, so it's just a thought.

He obviously loves Nintendo. I'm sure he has all the Nintendo machines and game chips.

There are always snacks in his backpack. mostly Cheetos, Doritos, Pringles, Twix, Jelly Beans or Oreo cokie. Some days they're all in. Of course, he always has a tissue in his pocket to wipe his hands with!

He's the one sharing the snacks. He always reaches out with a snack bag to his friends without saying anything.

He is close to Chad > Anika > Tara > Sam > Quinn > Mindy. Quinn and Mindy uncomfortable him in different ways. Quinn embarrasses him and Mindy's suspicion hurts him.

"Will I die a virgin?" It came out of his mouth before he even thought about it. He considers taking a leave of absence.

On the night of the murder, he finishes his econ and returns to his dormitory to write reports and study for exams. He's worried about his roommate who doesn't come back until late at night, he texts, there's no reply. He assumes that Chad will be with Tara. So he just played some games on his laptop and went to bed.

Only the next morning he finds out what happened. Chad grabbed him by the collar before a voice could come out of his mouth. He's genuinely hurt, but the feelings fly out of his head when he hears that two of his friends have lost their lives.

He proves his alibi, but the charges are still there. He doesn't know what to do. He couldn't even properly commemorate the deaths of his friends, but he was accused of murder, And he's being chased by a crazy psycho killer

After being targeted by Ghost Face, he is unable to come to his senses. His sense of reality is gone and he is dazed and afraid. He looks around for comfort, but hides his feelings because his friends seem more fearful than him.

It's him who gets attacked by Ghostface on the train. Gf first stabs Ethan, who is an easy target, and then tries to stab Mindy, but Ethan is strong and resists for quite some time.

He was stabbed twice in the stomach but survived. He sees Mindy approaching him and bursts into tears he has been holding back. He cries loudly like a baby. Mindy soothes him until the 911, but to no avail, so she just covers his mouth.

The next day, he is still in the hospital, He listens to his friends that Ghostface's identity was Detectives Bailey and Quinn. He is so startled that his jaw drops.

Mindy apologizes to him for doubting him. Honestly at this point he doesn't care at all. He's just grateful that he and his friends survived. they all hug each other.

[misterah13]

All SpongeBob characters

SpongeBob SquarePants

Gary The Snail

Shelley The Scallop

Patrick Star

Squidward Tentacles

Sandy Cheeks

Mr Eugene H Krabs

Sheldon J Plankton

Karen Plankton

Mrs Penelope Puff

Pearl Krabs

Larry The Lobster

The Flying Dutchman

King Neptune

Queen Amphitrite

Triton

Princess Mindy

Jody

King Neptune’s Mother

Mermaid Man

Barnacle Boy

Pyrite Ponderer

Miss Appear

The Elastic Waistband

Captain Magma

The Quickster

Madame Kassandra

Madame Hagfish

Squilvia

Squidette

Squidina Star

Bunny Star

Cecil Star

Herb Star

Margie Star

Grand Pat

Uncle GrandPat

Inga Star

Ed Star

Sam Star

Silly Star

Confused Star

Hungry Star

Janet Star

Marty Star

Patrick Nonstar

Ice Cream King

P-1000

Elephant Snail

Moose Snail

Squilliam Fancyson

Ma Cheeks

Pa Cheeks

Granny Cheeks

Randy Cheeks

Rowdy Cheeks

Rosie Cheeks

Sparky

Sue Nahmee

Cuda

Kyle

Phoebe

Rattlesnakes

Man Ray

Dirty Bubble

Harold SquarePants

Margaret SquarePants

Grandma SquarePants

Grandpa SquarePants

Todd SquarePants

SpongeBox

SpongeBox’s Holographic Doorman

Burger Beard

Prawn

Craig Mammalton

Rosy Cheeks

Macadamia

Pistachio

Hazelnut

Kenny The Cat

Regigilled The Octopus

Wise Kraken

Krakens

Goth Whale

Doctor Marmalade

Professor Percy

Lord Reginald

Atomic Flounder

Jumbo Shrimp

Sinister Slug

The Octopus King

The Moth

Breakfast Monster

Kelp Thing

DoodleBob

Clam Head Candy Cad

Jeff Tentacles

Kevin C Cucumber

Gordon Plankton

Cletus Plankton

Mama Plankton

Plankton 2.0

Betsy Krabs

Redbeard Krabs

Mr Doodles The Worm

Krabs Senior

Mrs Tentacles

Granny Tentacles

Jeff Tentacles

Plankton’s Ancestors, Cousins and Family

Granny Plankton

Spot The Amoeba

Chip Plankton

Lighthouse Louie

Otto

King Poseidon

Sage

Tony The Sea Turtle

Sea Turtles

Anchor Man

Buford

Cletus

Luther

Wonder Whale

Robot Mantis

King Jellyfish

Queen Jellyfish

Jellyfish

Blue Crested Blaster Jellyfish

Speckled Squirter Jellyfish

Two Fisted Jumper Jellyfish

Gold Throated Singer Jellyfish

No Name/Friend The Blue Jellyfish

Ol Bessy The Jellyfish

Dopey Dick The White Jellyfish

Firejellies

Jellybee

Bat Jellyfish

Moon Jellyfish

Jelliens

Jellien Leader

Seahorses

Sea Urchins

Clamu

Jennifer The Sea Anemone

Comb Jelly

Stingray

Stan The Manta Ray

Gulper Eel

Wormy

Professor Percy

Dr Marmalade

Lord Reginald

Fuzzy Acorns

Mystery The Seahorse

Sea Whelks

Sea Snails

Miss Marigold The Sea Snail

Penny Pinchers

Alaskan Bull Worm

The Sneaky Hermit

Hermit Crabs

Yeti Crabs

Federico The Waiter

Shrimp

Brine Shrimp/Sea Monkeys

Johnny Krill

Krill

Snellie

Sea Slug

Leech

Eel

Stanley S SquarePants

Captain Blue SquarePants

BlackJack SquarePants

Bubbles The Talking Dolphin

Janitor Bots

Ancient Warrior

Manatees/Sea Cows

Earless Seals

Bubble Buddy

Squidabeth

Clams

Scallops

Black Scallops

Karen Plankton 2.0

E.M.I.LP.

Fredrick

Abominable Snow Mollusk

Mermaid Teenager 1

Mermaid Teenager 2

Mermaid Teenager 3

Mermaid Teenager 4

Mermaid Teenager 5

Mermaid Teenager Incidentals

Mermaid 1 (The Cosmic Shake)

Mermaid 2 (The Cosmic Shake)

Mermaid 3 (The Cosmic Shake)

Sir Urchin

Snail Fail

Tooth Fairy (Character)

Narlene Narwhal

Nobbert Nobby Narwhal

WillyBob The Narwhal

Ma Narwhal

Pa Narwhal

Mr Eugene Krabs’s Three Nephews

Noseferatu

Kidferatu

Captain Of The Sea Ship Atlantis

Lord Royal Highness

Atlantean Royal Guards

Nando

Worm Hogs

Rolly The Dinosaur

Dinosaurs

Sea Dinosaurs

Sea Tigers

Sea Elephants

Sea Cows

Lucky The Sea Cow

Bessie

Sea Giraffes

Sea Bunnies

Sea Bears

Sea Spiders

Sea Chimps

Sea Monkeys

Sea Rhinoceroses

Sea Baboons

Sea Hippos

Sea Snakes

Sea Mules

Sewer Snake

Sea Monsters

Sea Monster

Fifi The Worm

Robot (Character)

Worms

Spotted Glistening Meadow Worms

Mrs Wormsley

Wormsley Children

Earworm

Peanut Worms

Nematodes

Rex The Worm

JK

Atlantean Citizens

The Greek Chorus

French Narrator

Goofy Goober

Mayhem Machine

Mr Sun

Patchy The Pirate

Potty The Parrot

Stephen Hillenburg

[softpawsxd]

Here, Have some animal OC's i've made!

Elizabeth The Elephant:

About Elizabeth

Full name: Elizabeth The Elephant

Gender: Female.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Species: Elephant.

Fav food: Resse's chocolate

Fav drink: Orange juice

Inspired from: Rarity from MLPFIM and Dumbo himself from Dumbo

Mindy The Panther:

About Mindy

Full name: Mindy The Panther

Gender: Demi-Girl.

Sexuality: Asexual.

Species: Panther.

Fav food: Croissant

Fav drink: Banana Smoothie

Inspired from: Pink Panther himself from Pink Panther, PuffBall from BFDI and SwaySway from BreadWinners

Minty The Beaver:

About Minty

Full name: Minty The Beaver

Gender: Non-Binary.

Sexuality: Gay.

Species: Beaver.

Fav food: Candy Apple

Fav drink: Coke

Inspired from: Fan from Inanimate Insanity and Lori Loud from The Loud House

Milly The Bear:

About Milly

Full name: Milly The Bear

Gender: Genderfluid Non-Binary.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Species: Grizzly bear.

Fav food: Doughnuts

Fav drink: Strawberry milk

Inspired from: Test Tube from Inanimate Insanity

Penelope The Duck

About Penelope

Full name: Penelope The Duck

Gender: Transwoman.

Sexuality: Lesbian.

Species: Duck.

Fav food: Cotton candy

Fav drink: Coffee

Inspired from: Buhdeuce from BreadWinners, Suneo Honekawa from Doraemon and Bello from Jelly Jamm

Original bases on DeviantArt belongs to:

[thequimmqueen]

🍕Updated Next-gen Character Name List🍕

Timm+Quinn:

Lynn💘

Liamm🎵

Duke gotcha+Shannon:

Raymond📰

Sarah🔎

Joy+Moe:

Jamie🐦

Maya💮

Roy+Olivia:

Rolland📋

Hollie🍍

Hank+Kayla:

Dannah🚨

Safiyah💅

Cameo+Cherissa:

Sandy🍉 (previously known as Cairo)

Cori+Robby:

Russell🎣

Coralina🎏

Ember+Hacky Zack:

Burnett🚒

Axel👔

Zack🚧

Vesta✳️ (previously known as Ambar)

~~~

Romanos🇮🇹:

Guy Mortadello+Bruna Romano:

Marianna🚔 

Gavin🍷

Clover+Carlo Romano+Koilee:

Kōi🐠

Lotta🍜

Bento🎸

Ginevra🥁

Gino Romano+Okalani:

Georgina🍳 

Kalea👑

~~~

Mindy+Whiff:

Rebecco💄(also known as Becky)

Iggy+Sasha:

Haley🔬

Taylor+Peggy:

Stella📷

Marty+Rita:

Matilda🏈

Arthur📽️

Brody+Skyler:

Brandon📚

Abel🎨

Cielo🖌️

Emmlette+Kingsley:

Anastasia🎬

Kellen📹

Sarge fan+Radlynn:

Randall🍠

Sweety🎮

Radha🌟 (Adopted,Failed Offspring Harvest Experiment of Radley Madish)

Alberto+Penny:

Pilar🏵️

Benny🎤

Houton⚽️

Noemi🌼

Scarlett+Rudy:

Adonis♦️ 

Kore♥️

Cooper+Prudence:

Carrie🐈

Brooklynn🐕

Greg+Yippy:

Courtney🌻

Lily🐞

Johnny+Boomer:

Bloom🍀

Arán🌰

Autumn🍁

Chuck+Nevada:

Helena💐

Fawn💍

Snow❄️

Utah+Gremmie:

Caspian🐚

Genaya🌠

Hugo+Janana:

Tanner🎼

Maggie+Mitch:

Magnolia💼

Gunther🌮

Mousse+Sienna:

Gelatta🍦

Syrup🍮

Julep+Deano:

Tulip🌷

Leandro💉

Willow+James:

Jhonnen🛵

Whitney👻

Jenni🔧

Kenji+Zoe:

Eijirou👾

Amanda🦋

Scooter+Austin:

Roopert🌟

Audrey🛍️ (changed from Adrianna)

Connor×Wylan B:

Iza-B🎋 (adopted)

Deckard 🎧 (adopted)

Cassidy🥇(adopted)

Whippa+Georgito

Créme🍬

Graham📋

Drakson+Kasey O:

Kate🥋

Diego💌

Pinch+Bertha:

Paula⚾️

Abraham🏋️

"Ace"⭐ (real name is Jack, changed from "Jack Derby" due to the nickname not making sense)

Rico+Rhonda:

Roberto🏺

Jazz🏆

Xolo+Sprinks the Clown:

Xefferson🤹

Xandra+Rollie:

Xanna💥

Romeo⚗️

Professor Fitz+Edna:

🍀Jerry & Betsy☘️ (Clones)

LePete+Tohru:

Petra☀️

Koko🥊 (previously known as Kumako)

Ryu🎐

Haru🕹️

Cletus🐰

Pablo🪴

Pally+Trishna🍊:

Nina🍊 (adopted)

Nick🛶

Michael💙

Wendy:

Wendyl🔩

Índigo+NuMarcus:

Magenta👗

NuMabel

Cecilia:

Josefina🎒 (surrogate kid)

Allan+Akari:

Allison💰 (In custody of Allan)

Kuro🍋 (In custody of Akari)

Allan+Ivy

Eva🛩️ (child from second marriage)

JoJo+Louie:

Johann✒️

Lauren🥘

Mayor Mallow:

Molly💎

Crystal:

Shard🃏

Fila-sophie📚

Luau Lepunch+Betty Pecan:

Toasty Coconut🍨 (Scoopian+LePunch Hybrid,Looks More like Betty)

Gala Donut🍩 (adopted Scoopian Child)

Shelly Coir🌴 (Scoopian+LePunch Hybrid, looks more like Luau)

4th of July Scoopian:

Stardust🎆

Rocky Road:

Terrance Milch🍡

Jill Berry+Chip Mcmint:

Cranberry Jelly💝

Bianco Ciocco🍫

Sue x Mary:

Susan☎️ (adopted)

Sarge×Radley Madish:

Onnelious & Brown (Adopted/Used to be Two of Sarge's youngest soldiers)

💜Pines and Payne💙 (Mutated+Adopted Pinacoolada Twins)

Annana💛(Mutated+Adopted Bananapants Daughter)

Radetta💗(Sucessful Offspring Harvest Experiment)

Mr. Sherbet

Tiger Dail🐯

Tomatoe Lady:🍅

Campari🥫

Foodini:

Gabriel🎩

Ripley+Chase

Rodrigo🤓

Stephen🐍

Sprout:

Horia🥕

Skip+Daniela:

Railey🛎️

Kahuna+Makaila:

Koa🏄‍♂️

Big Pauly:

🧂Salt & Pepper🧂

Gabitha:

Tessa🐔

Bonnie & Yalanda:

Klaus💤 (Adopted grandson/apprentice)

Liezel+Kaleb

Scoops🍦

Hector🐻

Treble+Perri:

Damon⚙️

Geezer📻

Budwin+Lisa

Bucky💭

Zandro👾

Boopsy

Barnum 🪆 (Son)

~~~~~~~~~

Possible new Nextgens:

Simone:

Shira🎥

Didar:

Noah🎙

Yuko:

Ichika

Chester

Gordon ⛺

Petrona

Roman

~~~~

Roger GearSpeed🏁 (Real Name: ???)

[visitsaddle]

╰ • lee taeyong, _narcissism_9, lee jueun ／ ⋆ ۪ AUGUST, TATE & MINDY we'll be holding a meeting with the outsiders in 12 hours at the saddle woodz park so make sure to prepare any inquires you may have for them !!

ᝰ.ᐟ LEE TAEYONG. HE/THEY. 26  ／ ⋆ ۪  and with CRIMINAL BY BRITNEY SPEARS the winner of this karaoke night is AUGUST PARK !! this CASHIER can be found at BLUEY’S MARKET. the saddle NEWCOMER has been living here for 6 MONTHS, enough to make them feel at home. they remind a lot of people of LUM INVADER when their OBSESSIVENESS comes to light. rumor has it that you FALL ASLEEP EVERY NIGHT LISTENING TO THE LEGEND OF ZELDA SOUNDTRACK and now we get it !! please leave your info with one of our hosts so we can deliver your prize by tomorrow and make sure you take the last piece of your KIMCHI JEON with ya !! ( s, any, gmt )

ᝰ.ᐟ _NARCISSISM_9. THEY/THEM. TWENTY-FIVE  ／ ⋆ ۪  and with DECODE BY PARAMORE the winner of this karaoke night is TATE JANG !! this MANAGER can be found at BLUEY’S MARKET. the saddle NATIVE has been living here for TWENTY FIVE YEARS, enough to make them feel at home. they remind a lot of people of LYDIA when their EASYGOING comes to light. rumor has it that you DON’T KNOW HOW TO SWIM and now we get it !! please leave your info with one of our hosts so we can deliver your prize by tomorrow and make sure you take the last piece of your FRESH FRUIT with ya !! ( m, any, gmt )

ᝰ.ᐟ LEE JUEUN. SHE/HER. 24  ／ ⋆ ۪  and with HEY THERE DELIAH BY PLAIN WHITE T’S the winner of this karaoke night is MINDY SEO !! this SERVER can be found at NEPTUNE’S TABLE. the saddle NATIVE has been living here for ALL THEIR LIFE, enough to make them feel at home. they remind a lot of people of MABLE PINES when their ENERGETIC comes to light. rumor has it that you ATE THREE ICE CREAM LOLLIPOP PACKETS IN ONE SITTING WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK and now we get it !! please leave your info with one of our hosts so we can deliver your prize by tomorrow and make sure you take the last piece of your PEANUT BUTTER & JELLY SANDWHICHES with ya !! ( m, she/they, est )

[ask-jollibee-and-co]

One Rabbit-Cow and A Bee.

@mixtrapsworld

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*Jelly was playing in the dirt, he had a new hobby of digging small holes and collecting what he finds. It was the first time in a while he was by himself too.*

Jelly: I wonder what I'll find today, maybe it'll be a coin!

[gimmethatagustd]

Hi love!!! Can I request a drabble with ''did we just kiss?" + '' holy shit—that was awesome!" from the third prompt list (or just either of them if you're limiting how many promots are in each request since you said you'd try to keep it to 1K which is epic!) I'd really like some Jungkook fluff and a lil humor if possible 🙈

YOURE GONNA DO AMAZING I CAN'T WAIT TO READ ALL YOUR MILESTONE REQUESTS!! ❤️❤️ (let me know if I get to send more than one bc I saw a few other promts I liked 👉👈)

Love youuuu!!!

KISS ME MORE | JJK

It’s not just Jungkook’s rigorous boxing lesson that’s making your heart beat fast. 

» pairing: boxer!jungkook x reader

» genre: BTS | PG-15 | fluff | best friends to lovers

» wc/date: 1.7k | July 2022

» warnings: none

» notes: lol i clearly couldn’t follow my own 1k rule. but i hope you enjoy, lovely mindy! it was cute to write 🥰 

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? cinema - cix

“Come on, if you wanna kick my ass, you’ve gotta try harder!” 

Sweat made the hand wraps twisted around your hands chafe your wrists beneath the heavy boxing gloves, but you couldn’t mention it to your sparring partner. The loud, giddy “I told you so” he’d hurl at you would be too much for you to bear. You clearly hadn’t tightened the wraps as well as you should have. His expert eye noticed from the very beginning, even when you insisted it was fine. 

You brushed your forearm against your forehead to wipe away a few beads of sweat along your hairline. How was Jungkook bouncing from left to right on his toes with all the energy of a child at an amusement park? You were dying. 

“What is wrong with you?” You leaned backwards, gloved hands pressed to your hips, as you tried to catch your breath. “Can you give me, like, two seconds?” 

He flashed you a toothy grin, the action making crow’s feet appear at his bright eyes. 

“No way, girlfriend.” God, you hated it when he called you that. He sounded like an uncool mom from the early 2000’s. “In a fight, will your opponent give you a break? Do you think they’ll pity you? Nope! They’ll knock you on your ass.” 

He punched at the air a few times, demonstrating his sharp upperhook. 

“Jungkook, when will I ever be in a fight?” You straightened your back and lifted your wobbly arms up to make your gloves level with your face. Maybe you shouldn’t have skipped breakfast. 

He shook his head, flipping his sweaty bangs out of his face, and you swore you felt your limbs turn to jelly. Every day was the same shit, it just looked different. You could feed yourself excuses until you were sick. You were tired, lacked proper nourishment, didn’t take your vitamins. You were stressed, bloated, merely having an “off” day. If stuffing yourself full of thinly-veiled justifications for why your best friend made your stomach twist into knots every time he looked at you was a sin, then you were Queen of Gluttony. 

“You never know! With that mouth of yours…” The wink he sent you was Cupid’s bow shot straight into your heart. 

“Oh shut up, I’m ready.” 

Satisfied with your submission, Jungkook lifted his hands sporting the trainer punch mitts. The first time you’d trained with him you were so worried about hurting him that you barely tapped against his hands. His biceps rippled as he flexed his wrists, presenting the flattened side of the mitts for you to punch into. The t-shirt he wore had the sleeves and armpits ripped out, the holes running down his sides to expose his toned chest and abs when he moved to the side. You licked your lips and shuddered at the salty taste of sweat on them. 

Jungkook’s mitted hand flew out to boop you on the forehead, then quickly snapped back before you even processed what happened. 

“I know I’m cute, but pay attention!” 

The heat that flooded your face had nothing to do with working out. You planted your feet on the floor of the boxing ring and cocked your head to the side to crack your neck. Maybe a part of you thought you looked a little bit badass, but Jungkook quickly knocked you back to reality. He managed to hit you again, this time on the shoulder. 

“You need to loosen up. Be quicker on your feet.” 

“You wish you were as quick as me.” You gave him a little hop like he’d been doing before, your tongue stuck out in a violent point, nose scrunched. “When Muhammad Ali said ‘float like a butterfly, sting like a bee’ he was talking about me.” 

“Oh really?” 

Another boop to your head and you were starting to get annoyed. 

“Jeon Jungkook, I was not ready. That doesn’t count.” 

There was no mercy for you in those doe eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lighting of the boxing studio. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled as he chuckled a bunny-tooth laugh, getting far too much enjoyment out of your weakness. 

“Okay, okay, how about this. Do you remember the routine we did on Tuesday? I’ll wait for you to advance first.” 

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You absolutely did not remember the routine from Tuesday, but at this point you couldn’t just say that. Another boop to the forehead was definitely in your future if you admitted you’d forgotten such precious knowledge. You were just going to have to make it up.

With a deep inhale, you released air from puckered lips and charged forward. In your head, you had this really fantastic image of you flying through the air with your fist strong and your elbow laxed, the strands of your hair whipping out of your ponytail, a true Valkyrie on a mission. It was rather glorious, flying through the clouds like a warrior of female empowerment, taking down the man.

Keyword, image. 

In reality? Your left sneaker slid against a glistening spot on the floor of the ring where you’d accidentally spilled some of your water bottle. Your body lurched forward, the heaviness of your boxing gloves making you top heavy. You were all limbs as you collided with Jungkook, and since neither of you had fingers to grab onto anything, you landed with a hard thud on the floor. If it wasn’t embarrassing enough that the skin of your sweaty legs was now sticking to the skin of Jungkook’s sweaty legs, you felt like you were going to pass out. There was no talking yourself out of this one, though, because the reason was very clear. 

You’d landed with your mouth smashed against Jungkook’s, with your teeth clinking together and noses squished into each other. Not only was it terrifying, but it was unattractive, and slightly painful? The universe took away your Valkyrie fantasy, and your kissing Jungkook fantasy, too. All in a matter of seconds. 

Horrified, you quickly tried to push yourself off of him, but Jungkook slung a heavy arm over your waist to hold you against his chest. 

“Did we just… kiss?” 

“Uhhh… no, no way. I just almost broke our front teeth.” Why wasn’t he letting you go? 

“Nah, I think we did. We totally did.” Jungkook leaned his head back on the floor and stared up at you with a grin. “We should do it again.” 

“What?” you croaked out, wiggling a bit in his embrace. He had to be joking, right? He was fucking with you. 

“Aren’t you supposed to listen to me as your trainer?” Jungkook reached up to boop you in the forehead again. “Kiss me again.” 

The intensity with which he stared at you made you want to shy away from him, but Jungkook held you firmly in place. Thankfully, he closed his eyes and you were able to look him straight in the face without feeling uncharacteristically shy. That is, until he puckered his lips at you. 

“Oh my god, Jungkook, stop teasing me.” 

The grin reappeared, though he kept his eyes closed. “I’m waiting.” 

With your heart somersaulting in your chest and your head reeling, you did the one thing you thought you’d been safe to fantasize about because it would never happen. 

The kiss was chaste, just as gently hesitant as when you punched Jungkook during your first day of training. He let out a soft sigh once your lips finally moved against his in a chaste dance. The sound startled you, half expecting Jungkook to throw you off of him rather than hum in satisfaction. That sweet sound was what made reality knock you in the head and you quickly pulled away. 

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” Jungkook tightened his grip on your waist and lifted the two of you into a sitting position. 

He ripped the mitts off of his hands, tossing them to the side. With his fingers free, he slid his hands along your cheeks, eyes roaming your face with a softness you could barely look into. He brought his face to yours again, chasing another gentle kiss with lips that were uncertain of where they belonged. The two of you fumbled over your movements and you found yourself smiling. The action made your teeth clink together once again, and Jungkook pulled away laughing. 

“You just wiped all your sweat from your hand wraps all over my face,” you blurted out, nerves shaking you to your core. What were you supposed to say?? Your best friend was willingly making out with you! 

Jungkook reached out to remove your gloves. You wiggled your fingers, thankful for the cool air running through them. But before you could truly appreciate the freedom, Jungkook grabbed your hands and pressed them to his cheeks. He really rubbed them in, squishing his cheeks to make his lips pucker and pout. 

“Now we’re even,” he said with a grin and finally let go. Snatching up his mitts, Jungkook stood up and held out his hand to you. When you pressed your wrapped hand into his, you felt your entire soul melt. 

“I guess we are.” You gave him a soft smile as you brushed yourself off. You had a tiny scrape on your knee from falling, but otherwise the only thing damaged was your ability to stay relaxed in front of your best friend.  

“Do you… want to go home...” Jungkook brought his hand up to ruffle his sweaty hair, looking at you through long lashes. “With me?” 

You squeezed the gloves against your chest and watched Jungkook carefully. “Only if you promise not to make me box anymore today.” 

A smile replaced the insecurity he had painted on his face. His arm, yet again, swooped out to boop you on the head with one of the mitts. Using one of your gloves, you swatted at him in response. “Is that a yes??”

Jungkook jabbed you on one side, then the other, until you were curled inward and doing your best to defend yourself with your beat up gloves. “Jungkook!” 

“Only if you give me another kiss.” 

Seemed like an easy exchange to you.

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[madeupoflowers]

🌸How will people see you and your next partner?🌷

HAPPY NEW YEAR, BABES!! 🥳✨🥂

I wanted to give a clarifier that tarot is never set in stone since free will I very much a power of ours as humanity. If you don’t like or want something that you read then say you won’t accept this energy and release it. Also, remember to nurture and protect your energy since it plays a HUGE part in what comes into our lives. Below this heart line is every pile so make sure to meditate and choose whichever picture(s) call out to you. Sometimes it feels like a pull, an ache in the heart, feeling of nostalgia, excitement, sparks a memory, etc. however this is just a handful if techniques and remember that everyone’s are unique in there own way. Don’t overthink okay hon? Let the picture(s) call to you. I hope you find what to desire and/or need in this PAC. Also, linked two songs that reminded me of each pile!

Now, I hope you enjoy my last PAC of 2021! xoxo

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Pile 1

  I like this pile’s energy!! People see you and this person as meant to be. Though I see you two have complementary differences. I know this is gonna sound so cliche but like they are the “peanut butter to your jelly” type you know(sorry if that made you cringe a bit lol you guys are hella cute together like damn). They look at you both and think or say aloud “yeah they are meant to be together”. I feel people are gonna find it hard to picture you and this person with anybody else. Like y’all got that committed and “you’re my favorite person” type of vibe. Must I mention there is a fiery and curious energy here, sexual tension. I feel from this that people can literally feel the tension between the two of you. Y’all are hot together lol.  I feel someone is from far away maybe you’re from another town, state or even country. Since you two take this partnership very seriously, you won’t rush into anything like sex, moving in, marriage, kids, etc. Despite there being a strong sexual attraction I feel it’s gonna simmer for a bit before y’all jump each other haha. The wait will be worth it. Patience and savoring every moment is prominent here. You will travel with this person. I feel you are their home and they are yours. You feel home whenever the other is. There is divine intervention within this partnership as if the Universe/God/Spirit/Guides were planning for a very long time for you two to finally get together. I see two souls of a different color molding into each other and making an even more vibrant and stunning color. Your soul is bright Pile 1. My heart is feeling all happy and fluttery. You’re love with this person will make others around you feel this way. You make literally make people feel lovesick like “damn I want that!”. But what y’all got is one of a kind. Good luck you lovebirds ;)

Channeled messages: two doves, warmth, grabbing the other’s hand, yellow, Taurus, eyes locking, airport, religious building, library, February, blue skies with some bright & fluffy white clouds, painting at sunset. 



Pile 2

  Okay right away I feel people are gonna have a variety of unclear ways they view you and this person’s relationship with each other. Like people imagine what you two do in their own heads. Though a prominent opinion would be that you and this person as close and passionate as you two are together, y’all both got your own lives and hobbies, etc. I see space being a big deal in this partnership but it doesn’t seem to hurt the love you two have for each other. This isn’t the pile that’s jealous all the time and trying to stalk someone’s instagram or phone(toxic things), etc. If you’re like that then this is definitely not the pile for you(I hope that didn’t sound rude omg). People feel you guys are truly counterparts that just mesh extremely well. Intellectuals that make each other laugh. I heard “pick apart each other’s minds”. God you guys will talk soooo much in public and laugh so much. It’s honestly so endearing. I see a young couple sitting at a restaurant just having so much fun talking to each other and laughing every moment they can and older people looking at them and smiling fondly. Someone has a guide/ancestor/guardian angel that watches over this partnership. Now based off of the next card I understand why. I feel people will look at you and this person and can’t help but be a little jealous. Like “oh there is no way they are truly happy giving each other so much space and still being in love like they appear to be”. It’s that petty energy. Don’t let it get to y’all though, you and this partner are soooo unbothered. Like y’all don’t give a fuck about the outside judgement. You two know the truth and that’s all that matters. I feel stronnnnng fire energy here. No doubt about it. (hello fellow fire signs <3). People see you guys as passionate and go - getters. I just saw a vision of a guy finding out something super interesting and running up to his partner and showing them what they found and the partner being fascinated as well. Similar passions. You guys very much could be the couple that is active together. People can’t help but admire it. Lastly, others’ will see you both as sticking together through thick and thin. No matter how independent you individually are, you won’t let the other fall!

Channeled messages: theater, illusion, evil eye, tightly holding hands, walking around the mall, Sagittarius, 19, snow, so much laughter, brussel sprouts, kpop, mom jeans, Aries(especially Moon & Venus), England, azure(SPECIFIC) blue eyes, peach makeup.

Pile 3

  Interesting energy here!! I feel many people are somehow aware that you and/or this person have endured so much pain especially in love. Now you and/or this person have come out the other side and found light which appears to be in the form of the other person. Like you both light up each other’s lives and that’s so clear to see. People see one of you as more reserved and modest and the other as more dominant and powerful. The more “dominant” person is protective of the other and I saw a vision of a muscular guy in a black shirt wrapping his arm around his partner’s shoulder and pulling them close. There is some possessiveness here but not in an unhealthy way. You guys are strong on your own but stronger when together. An accomplished couple. Ok this is gonna be controversial but stay with me, you know Anastsia Steele and Christian Grey from “Fifty Shades”? Minus the toxic part of the entire relationship, the shyness of Ana but deep down the inner strength and the in charge and protectiveness of Christian reminds me of you and this other person. LIKE I SAID DOESN’T APPLY THE TOXIC TRAITS OF THE SERIES JUST SOME OF VIBES.I hope that made sense and didn’t scare anyone away. I feel someone here is constantly needing to be away and it seems like there will be moments where people can see the sadness and loneliness of the other person when this person is away. Also, you guys are gonna travel together. Someone here is passionate about hiking. I know your reading is slightly shorter but this pile was VERY straightforward which makes me feel that is how your relationship comes off. No bullshit. I respect that. I wish you guys the best!

Channeled messages: gray eyes, wide shoulders, height difference, Leo(especially Mars & Rising), Scorpio, 27, intimidating dog breed, seating bench, sushi, Asia, black hair, thick neck with prominent veins, ISFJ.

Pile 4

  Can you keep a secret??? Okay I am hoping you said “yes”.... I normally try not to have favorite piles but damn… your pile takes cake, wait no- it takes the entire damn bakery LMAO. Straight away people see you and your next partner’s connection as stable, y’all are working hard to build a foundation and future together. Bouncing off each other(like intellectually). Sharing values and opinions. Finishing each other’s sentences. You guys may have funny sarcastic banter with each other. Homebodies picked this pile. Y’all love to be at home together and doing all that cute couple shit. Building a home together, whether a literal house or building furniture, painting walls, changing the kitchen, gardening, etc. You are so in love with each other that sitting in the same room doesn’t even require speaking to break the silence like y’all are so safe and at ease with it. People may see you and this person talking and planning the far future like y’all could be casually talking about when you may want kids or the names, gender, where you wanna raise it/them, etc. Marriage talk. You guys appear happy, in love and perfect for each other to pretty much everyone around you. This is the couple that makes you feel all happy and warm inside all you can think is “Aw good for them. I wish them the best.” You and this person are so sweet I love your love!! I just wanna comment that I feel anxiety all of a sudden so if this scares you then don’t worry this definitely isn’t the right pile. (right after I got that comment off my chest i began to feel suddenly calm and could breath better). I honestly feel this is either a very long-term relationship or the last person you’ll be with. It’s truly beautiful!! Please invite me to your wedding!! LOL 💌

Channeled messages: red velvet cake, rustic, Taurus, 30, traditional, church wedding, young love, Pisces, INFP, ladder, ENTP, living by the sea, waves hitting feet, wreath, December.

I highly recommend to watch the “Lover” music video since that is the warm vibe I get from this relationship! 🤍

[animalkingdom-an0nymous]

False God- Sean Wallace

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Warning: A violent, smutty NSFW Sean Wallace fic. What if that last day ended differently? What if Sean made it out with his wounds? And what if there was someone from his childhood who haunted him just as much as he haunted her?

Subject: Sean X Y/N

Growing up, Sean Wallace and I were one in the same. We liked the same jokes, ate our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut the same way- in triangles- and our only real difference was that I was an American. Our fathers, both legendary crime bosses in their own right, were great business partners and made each other filthy rich. We were dangerously similar.

Until we weren’t.

I’d been in America when Finn Wallace was murdered, and I’d stayed in America during the aftermath. My father had cared deeply for Finn, but the world we lived in was fucking brutal, cold, and my dad would never risk my well being by allowing me to go to the UK to be with Sean.

Hearing about all of it had been a nightmare, though. Hearing about murders and the carnage, communities and families wiped out when Sean locked the city down. My heart ached for the boy I once knew and feared for the man that was, and then, just as quickly as it all blew up, the flames went out. All was quiet.

Sean Wallace was dead.

Or so the world thought. My father, who had an in with Billy and Jac, knew the truth. The Wallace family had connections within the police force- cliché, right?- and when a few of their own found him lying in a pool of his own blood, bleeding out from his fucking face, they quickly pronounced him dead at the scene. I didn’t know the ins and outs, didn’t care to, because the life I lived now was so far from the life I was forced to live as a child. All I knew was they got him out of there and Sean Wallace, as London knew him, was dead.

I needed him to stay that way.

It had been nearly a year since then, nearly a year since I last had the nerve to ask my dad about him. I think he knew how I felt, knew I had gone to great lengths to distance myself from him and my mother and the hellish, brutal life they created. But that didn’t mean my dad didn’t love me. I knew he did in his own, twisted way, and I knew he caught on to the hurt I felt whenever Sean’s name was mentioned.

So he stopped mentioning it.

Billy and Jac were stateside and living under different names, that much I knew. I had yet to see them, but I knew they were close enough to drive to because my mother had made sure to mention in her last email that their “home was beautiful and they think it was quite rude of you not to come around and visit, Y/N.”

It was bullshit. Billy and Jac didn’t feel any type of way about me, we were never close. That was reserved specifically for Sean and me. And look how well that turned out.

I was haunted by the ghost of a man I didn’t even know anymore.

He was labeled as a terrorist and maybe that’s what hurt more than anything. I could never scream from the rooftops how much I fucking loved him because that’s crazy. Because who could love a terrorist? Who could love a man that had murdered, cheated, stolen to get his way? And if I did love him, what kind of woman did that make me?

It was a thought that had been in my mind on replay all day long, the musings drifting into the night as I drove towards my childhood home. I had made the agreement with my parents- namely my father- that once a month I would return home for dinner. It was nearly a two hour drive but one that I committed to because if I didn’t I knew they would show up at my apartment. And what twenty-something year old woman wants her parents showing up at her apartment unannounced?

The gravel ground under my tires as I pulled my all black BMW into the driveway. It was already dark and I knew my mother would have something to say about me showing up late, but at least I showed up. Sure, I was still wearing the navy blue pantsuit I’d worn at work all day and I usually changed whenever I had dinner with them, but my mind was occupied tonight. By thoughts of Sean. By thoughts of Sean getting his face blown off. Did it hurt? Did he remember? Would I ever know?

My father met me at the door. Six foot three and wide like a linebacker, the man was not to be messed with. He was no nonsense and the only people he smiled at were me and the people he was going to shoot right before he shot them. You can do what you want with that information.

“My little angel,” he said and reached for me, taking both my hands in his and bringing them to his lips. It was a simple gesture but one he did every single time. It was the one constant my dad ever provided me. “How was the drive up?”

“Traffic wasn’t too bad tonight, but I ended up getting out a bit later than I thought I would.”

He swung an arm around me as we made our way through the marble foyer, my heels clacking against the floor. “My art gallery owner. Your mother and I are so proud of you.”

I raised my eyebrows. He was feeding me bullshit, both he and my mom wanted me in the family business more than anything, but from the time I could voice my opinion I let them know. No. I would be taking no part in the family business.

Not that I didn’t know my shit. I knew my way around a gun shop and had a better shot than half the men my dad hired to protect us. I hit harder than my first two boyfriends and let everyone know that my last name was still my last name and not to fuck with me. I knew I was untouchable.

That didn’t mean I was embracing the lifestyle.

“Yeah, business is going great, I even hired someone part-time to help out.”

“Background check?”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Of course.”

“Family ties?”

“Her name is Mindy and she’s from a farm in rural Kansas.”

He paused and raised his eyebrows, one of the rare times my father ever looked shocked. “She doesn’t even know what our last name holds, does she?”

I shook my head. “Not a clue.”

He laughed his hearty, deep chuckle and stopped us at the bar cart outside of the dining room. As always, he grabbed two tumblers and threw a handful of ice in each before adding to fingers of whiskey. Our favorite. One of our few commonalities. “Proud of you, kid.”

“Thanks, dad.”

I was about to ask him how his week was when my mother’s voice drifted in from the balcony. She liked to drink her wine out there at night, before dinner. Just one glass, but it was a ritual she followed religiously. Her voice was somewhat raspy, a little cold, and I could hear her laughter as though it was wrapping around me like a vine.

But that was the thing; my mother drank her wine outside alone. That was her time. So who was she laughing at?

I glanced over my shoulder at my father to find him looking as though he was at a loss for words. It was so rare that he was speechless, a man of his stature always held a level of composure that was sometimes shocking. But not this time.

“Dad, wha-“

“You’re going to want to finish that drink, angel.”

My blood ran cold at his words. His tone was low, suddenly serious. The lighthearted moment from before was gone, something dark and heavy in its place.

I should have listened to him and finished the drink because as soon as I turned around I was met with the coldest, most pristine set of blue eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that I once swore I would drown in someday.

Sean Wallace was standing eight feet in front of me. It was the first time we had seen each other in years, the first time I’d seen him since he was… dead.

His face was… fucked. Marred by the bullet that ripped through his left cheek on that fateful day. The skin was raised, almost burn-like, and left a medium sized indent in what would otherwise be a perfectly symmetrical face. His left eyelid held a little lower and it looked like he tried to cover up the other, minor scars with the facial hair that littered his jaw and around his mouth.

But even with the new, broken face, Sean Wallace was still the most breathtaking man in the room. His suit was impeccable and fit him like a glove, the stormy gray matching the storm that seemed to be raging in his eyes. His tie was a navy that matched my own suit and it felt like the universe was pointing at me and laughing. It felt like that bitch was having the time of her life watching me suffer.

“I…” I started, unsure of how to finish.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I know this” he held a hand up to his face “is a lot to take in.”

I already shook my head, my stomach turning at the thought of him thinking he was ugly. “No! No, I… I, I’m, I wasn’t-“

“Best private schools in the state and she still has that damn stutter.” My mother’s cutting voice ceased my own and I bit at the inside of my cheek. She came around the corner in all her glory, designer dress, perfect manicure and not a hair out of place.

She made me fucking sick.

“It’s nice to see you.” I finally managed to get the words out, although I didn’t know if I was talking to Sean or my mom.

“Jesus, Y/N, you couldn’t even change first?”

“I think she looks great.” Sean’s voice caught everyone off guard and even my mom turned to look at him. “Beautiful, really. You always looked great in a suit.”

I knew he was referring to my high school graduation. Sean was two years older and had flown in to see me graduate. My mom, ever the lady, was determined to force me into a nightmare of a ball gown while I wanted a simple, chic suit. Sean had been there for the entire screaming match, laughing at my mother as she tripped over the dress she had been hellbent on making me wear.

I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged my lips and nodded at him. “Thank you.”

He nodded in return and said nothing else.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” I felt my dad’s hand on my back as he ushered me into the dining room. My feet felt like stone blocks were attached to them as I walked, feeling Sean directly behind me with his eyes burning holes into my suit jacket.

We all sat in silence with the ghost of my past sitting directly across from me. Sean made no secret that he was staring at me and it reminded me of the ignorant young boy I once knew. Sean knew he was handsome, powerful, and could easily get his way. He held himself with the confidence of a man who had everything and it seemed a gunshot to the face didn’t change that.

“You’ve managed to stay under the radar.” I noted as one of the maids poured red wine into my glass.

“Y/N!” my mother scolded.

I raised my eyebrows and didn’t glance in her direction, my eyes holding Sean’s. “What? Are we supposed to sit here and pretend everything is normal? You want me to ask him about the weather?”

“Y/N…” my father’s tone held a warning in it.

“No, she’s right.” Sean spoke up as I took a hearty gulp of wine. “Facial reconstruction had me laid up for a bit. Reconstructing an entire cheekbone can be tricky. And expensive.”

I nodded. “Especially when the entire cheekbone belongs to a dead man.”

The room fell quiet with even the staff scurrying to disappear. My mother was glaring at me and I was sure my father was too, but I didn’t care. I’d spent my entire childhood and teen years caring about and loving Sean only for him to cut me off when he became Finn’s minion and then fake his own fucking death a few years after. He got so caught up in the Wallace life, in the life I thought we both hated, that he forgot about me. And I was angry about it.

“I deserve that.” His accent was the same as always. Smooth. Elegant. The best that private school could buy. “I should have reached out sooner as I knew my siblings were in touch.”

My mother, the martyr, was quick to reassure him. “Sweetheart, you don’t owe us anything. We’re just so happy you’re alright.”

She was so warm with him, a complete contrast to how she acted with me. It was a constant reminder that she always wanted a son and ended up with me instead.

My father opened his mouth to speak when his right hand, Marcus, walked in with a phone in his hand. His face looked pinched, stressed, and my father immediately stood. “Excuse me.”

Sean nodded politely and turned to my mother, but she was already standing and following behind dad, sensing his stress.

“Should we be concerned?”

I shook my head, my eyes still trained in the doorway. “I doubt it.”

Things were quiet then. Too fucking quiet. So quiet I felt like I was suffocating. I took a sip of wine. Then another. Another until my glass was empty and the bottle was taunting me from the center of the table.

“You have every right to be angry.”

“I’m not angry.” I was instantly defensive.

His smile was small, but it was there. “You always were a shit liar.”

“You were always a good one.”

His smile disappeared then and I was soon sitting across from the gangster that was always lurking underneath. Sean could do cool, calm, and collected. But he could only hide the angry, arrogant Wallace traits for so long. 

“I… can’t remember the last time we were face to face.”

I shrugged my shoulders, suddenly uncomfortable. “Christmas. Six years ago. Kingston.”

His smile- God, that fucking smile- reappeared. “You threw a drink in my face.”

“You called me a spoiled fucking twat.”

“You were acting like one.”

Now it was my turn to smile. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. My early twenties were filled with vodka soda fueled arguments and boyfriends that my family- and Sean- hated. I was so different, that girl doesn’t even seem real anymore.

I was about to respond when I heard shouting coming from down the hall. My father’s office.

Sean and I stood at the same time, both of us sensing a certain level of danger. My father rarely ever shouted, it had to be something catastrophic for him to raise his voice like that.

Entering the hall, I quickly grabbed my bag next to the bar cart and produced my glock before tucking it into my waistband. Sean watched me silently the entire time. He was getting a little too comfortable with staring at me.

“Always prepared.”

“Family business, right?” I shot back at him over my shoulder as we neared my father’s study.

“No, no, fucking No! What do you mean they’re all dead? An entire fucking warehouse of people and they’re all fucking dead?”

My heart stopped in my chest. That was… impossible. The warehouses were untouchable, no one knew where they were unless they were part of our inner circle. Our microscopic inner circle. Which could only mean one thing…

It was an inside job.

“Fuck.” I spat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Y/N, something’s happened.” My mother appeared in the doorway as we approached.

“Who did it?” I asked, getting straight to the point. “Any ideas?”

My dad was seated behind his wooden desk, a desk so large it was fit for a king. When I was a child I would spend hours in there reading on the stuffed leather couch while he worked silently. It was one of the few places I felt “safe” growing up.

“Kensington’s dead.” Our eyes met.

Rodger Kensington was my father’s longtime business partner and someone who was like an uncle to me. He’d been there at my prom, my graduation, and when I took my first steps. He was… family.

“Shit.” Sean’s word was quick and quiet, but then I remembered he knew Rodger too, and he knew what this meant.

“What about Sherry? The kids?” I was desperate to make sure their little ones were alright, they were all so young.

“They’re fine. They weren’t home, they-“

My father never got the words out as one of the staff walked in. I had turned at the sound of him entering the room, just barely meeting his eye as he raised his arm, a small handgun pointed directly at the man whose home we were in.

“Y/N!” My mother screaming my name like that would haunt my nightmares for months after.

A single shot rang out and my ears rang, a gasp leaving my lips as I reached for the gun in my waistband. But it wasn’t there.

The man was dead, a gunshot to the temple with crimson blood spilling all over the Italian wood floors. And then there was Sean, standing at my side with my gun pointed straight ahead, a dead look in his eyes.

It was all dangerously quiet and I could hear my own heartbeat, but only for a moment. Because as soon as I took a single breath, shit hit the fan.

My mother released a blood curdling scream, Marcus rushing to her side and grabbing her as she collapsed. My father, stoic, stood and walked over to the wardrobe near the window, swiftly pulling out guns and rounds of ammo. More security rushed in and I stood next to Sean, everything moving in slow motion. I could hear voices, hear my dad barking commands at his security who acted like his soldiers.

“There’s blood on my shoes.”

“What?”

What? Did I just say there was blood on my shoes? But it was true. My expensive cream suede shoes had blood splatter on them and I was ninety percent sure there was bone fragment near my heel.

“Blood. On my shoes.” My voice sounded far away.

Sean was suddenly in front of me and tucking my gun back into my waist while everyone shouted around us. “I’ll buy you a new pair. Bought them at the store on fifth, yeah?”

“How the fuck did you-“ I stopped, putting two and two together. “Have you been watching me?”

Sean’s face changed then and he straightened his shoulders. Our height nearly matched but only because of my heels, and I knew his gesture was dominant, authoritative. “I promise we can talk about that later, but-“

I pushed past him and walked towards my father who was barking orders into a phone. “Did you have Sean keep tabs on me?”

“Y/N, this isn’t the time for you to complain about your independence.”

I slammed my hand down on the wooden desk the same way I had watched him do it so. Many. Times. “Answer me!”

My father, all six foot three of him, stood tall and looked over me even with a desk separating us. “Watch yourself, young lady.”

“What the fuck is going on that you hired someone to watch me? That you hired Sean to watch me? What aren’t you telling me?”

He paused for the briefest of moments while everyone moved around us. I could hear safeties being turned off, my mom screaming down the hallway, and feel Sean standing close enough that I could smell his cologne.

“I’ve known for a bit that someone on the inside was giving information to Merkov brothers. Rodger and I spent months sifting through the weeds trying to figure out who it was. We had a break last night, I was going to tell you everything-“

“Four black SUV’s were spotted five miles from the property. Moving quickly. We need to go.” Marcus had appeared in the doorway sans my mother, his face wiped of anything sort of emotion. In fact, Marcus may have been the most emotionless man I had ever come into contact with. I would even venture to call him heartless.

“Shit.” My dad scrubbed a hand over his face. “I promise I will tell you everything, angel.” He looked at me, the desk separating us. “But right now you need to go and it can’t be back to your apartment.”

“Dad, I…” I had no idea what to say. I couldn’t go back to my apartment in the city, there was most definitely a hit out on my family, including myself, and Sean Wallace was back from the fucking dead. My day was going from bad to worse, my life blowing up in a twenty minute time span.

But I knew my last name, knew the weight it carried. I knew I had a certain responsibility to handle my shit and handle it well, with my shoulders back and my chin up.

“Where am I going?”

He was already on the move and I was on his heels, following him down the winding hallways of the home I grew up in. It was the same house that was sure to be shot to shit as soon as those SUV’s showed up.

“Harbor House.” He barked over his shoulder. “You can drive down there in the charger. Tinted windows. Marcus, have Anthony load a bag into the car. Ammo, guns, everything she’ll need.”

“No one knows where Harbor House is except us.” I reminded him. His business partners may have known about the warehouses and my father’s permanent residence, but Harbor House was for family and family alone.

“I’m not taking any chances, Y/N, not with you. Sean will accompany you and you’ll stay there until you hear from me. I’ll call-“

“What?” I cut him off. “Sean’s not coming with me.”

“I’m not taking any chances with you.” He repeated.

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

Sean cleared his throat behind me and I refused to look at him. I knew he was offended by what I’d said, but quite honestly I was offended by everything he had done since stepping foot in my parents’ home that day.

“This isn’t about what you need or want, Y/N. He’s going with you.”

I was about to fully lose my temper when shots rang out through the house. I reached for my glock and turned the safety off, immediately ducking behind a marble pillar with Sean’s hand on my elbow, holding me still.

There was yelling and gunshots, some of the housekeepers screaming bloody murder from the second and third floors. There was no way those SUV’s were already on the property, no way. It had to be someone else.

Someone had burned our entire fucking family.

“Dad!” I yelled as a bullet whirred past my head.

“Y/N, go! Now!” I could hear him but I couldn’t fucking see him. Marco was beating the shit out of a man dressed all in black, ripping his gun away and firing off a round into his chest. The smell of blood and gunpowder burned my nostrils and I winced.

“I’m not leaving you!” I screamed so loud my voice cracked.

“Sean!” My father shouted. “Get her the fuck out of here! Get her out now, kid! Now!”

I glanced over at Sean, warning him with my eyes not to touch me, but it was too late. He ripped the gun from my hand and wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me backwards.

“Sean, no!” I screamed, trying to pull away.

“We have to go, Y/N.” He dragged me down the hall while I fought him the whole way , dragging my feet and scratching at the suit clad arm wrapped around my waist. He finally stopped at the side door at the end of the hall and yanked it open before tossing me in.

I stumbled across the cold concrete of the garage and caught myself against the car I was supposed to be leaving in.

Sean locked the door behind him and turned to me, my gun still in his hand. “In.” He motioned to the car.

Still the same, bossy man he always was. Without responding, I turned and made my way across the expansive garage, shoving a table out of the way and yanking open the drawers of a metal cabinet.

“Y/N!” Sean was losing his temper and we were losing time.

“You took my gun!” I finally screamed back, practically growling at him as I picked up twin Berettas and tucked them into the back of my waistband. I grabbed a rifle to throw into the backseat, and one more Glock since Sean had unceremoniously stolen mine and left me empty handed.

He was staring at me as I made my way back to the car, his chest heaving. God, he still looked good. A gunshot to the face only amplified how rough and beautiful he was. Dumb fucking asshole and his dumb fucking face.

I grabbed the keys from the wall and tossed them to Sean who caught them with one hand.

Show off, I thought to myself sullenly as I got into the passenger side, my heart leaping out of my chest. I was about to leave my parents to potentially die. My childhood home was being torn apart, half the staff that knew me since I was a child were now lying dead in the same house they’d dedicated their lives to. It made me sick.

“Just focus on driving.” I told him as the garage door began to rise. I could already see the shadows of feet on the concrete leaned halfway out the window, my nine millimeter raised. One shot to the knee and a man fell, a second shot between the eyes and he was done.

The second man was smart, moved off to the side and just out of aim, and Sean floored the gas pedal while I kept watch.

“Your left.” I said quietly and pointed the gun in front of him, sending shots flying out of the driver’s side door, taking out the second man who had been waiting for us.

“Three of them in front of the gate.” Sean nodded towards the gate at the side of the property, all of them holding assault rifles and aiming at us. “Duck.” he commanded with the car still in reverse.

“What?”

“Duck.” I felt his hand grab at the back of my head he shoved me down, my forehead nearly knocking against my knee as he picked up speed. A loud blast blew out the back windshield and then there was a loud, violent thunk.

His wide palm was still resting on the back of my head, grip so tight it made my scalp prickle in a way that annoyed me. My body had no business getting turned on while in the midst of this shit.

When the tires squealed against the gravel and we went surging forward, I sat back up. I could see smoke coming out of the windows, bullet holes in the brick and mortar. It was a fucking war zone and we were on our way out, leaving behind my family and any shred of sanity I had left.

Fuck.

* * * * * *

The ride to Harbor House was almost completely silent. Sean, ever the Brit, would curse out other drivers every now and then even though ninety percent of the mistakes were his own. Maybe I should have insisted on driving, but at the time the only thing I could think about was whether or not my parents got out.

Although we were never close, I didn’t wish death on my parents. Sure, I resented them for bringing me up in a life of chaos and violence and I’m well aware they caused me a lifetime of trauma, but that didn’t mean I wanted them dead. Definitely not murdered.

It was nearly midnight by the time we arrived. Harbor House was in an exclusive neighborhood and every home had a gate. It had been years since I was last at the house, but it held the only fond memories from my childhood. Harbor House and the Wallace house always felt like home to me. Strange that I was sitting next to a Wallace and not a single shred of me felt comfortable or at home. It was strange, when we were kids he was always my safe space.

I punched in the code and black iron gates opened up, promptly closing with a loud clang behind us. The property itself was a sprawling estate with a two floor home as well as a large yard, pool, and separate guest house. It was on the edge of a cliff and overlooked the Atlantic. Isolated. Safe. Private. The kind of place my family relied on to keep us safe.

“Pull the car into the garage, we’ll get a rental tomorrow.” My voice was monotonous. I felt so drained of every emotion other than pure exhaustion. I was covered in blood, my clothes smelled like gunpowder and sweat, I needed a hot shower.

Sean silently pulled into the garage and killed the engine. We sat there quietly for a moment, so quiet I couldn’t even hear him breathing. If he had any blood on him, I couldn’t tell. From this angle he looked every bit the GQ model. It was only when he turned his face to look at me that I got a glimpse of the mauled left half and got angry all over again.

I was angry at my parents for birthing me into this.

I was angry at whoever burned us.

I was angry at Sean for disappearing from my life in favor of violence. But I was so fucking angry that he had let it go so far that the world thought he was dead.

I almost wished he was.

“There’s five bedrooms. I trust that you’ll find one far away from me?” I phrased it like a question but we both knew it wasn’t.

He gave a curt nod.

The house was exactly as I remembered it. It even smelled the same. Hardwood floors, light walls, French doors leading to a beautiful deck. A kitchen so modern it would make Gordon Ramsey cream his pants. It was the homiest home my family had. It was my haven.

Only now Sean was here to cast a shadow over it.

“There’s plenty of clothes in all the guest bedrooms. My parents like to be prepared for every emergency, you know that.”

Sean nodded as he closed the door that connected to the garage. He locked it and was quick to set the code. The code that he definitely shouldn’t have had.

“How did you-“

“Your father.”

I raised my eyebrows incredulously. “My father gave you the codes to Harbor House?”

He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes narrowing. “He gave me the code for the gate too, but I was polite enough to let you do it. That’s something, innit?”

He was being a smart ass, pushing my buttons on purpose simply because he could. Or because he’d had enough of my attitude. Either way, I wasn’t having it.

“You must be so fuckin’ proud of yourself. You still have an in with my father even after the shit you pulled in London. My father, Sean, not me. You don’t have shit with me and you made that perfectly clear.”

He squared his shoulders and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I sat on the edge of a beautiful cream colored sofa. I couldn’t wait to sink into it tomorrow with a good book.

I quickly fingered at the straps on my heels and kicked them off while mentally preparing for whatever speech he was about to throw my way.

“I’ve really had enough of you talking to me like I’m some shit person. Enough, Y/N.”

I stood back up, hating that I was smaller than him now as I turned on my heel and headed up the stairs. “If you hate my attitude so much then leave me the fuck alone and let me take a shower in peace.”

* * * * *

My shower was hot and relaxing and everything I needed. As soon as the steam surrounded me, I was able to calm down a bit, and once the hot water hit my skin I was able to sigh in relief. Washing off the blood and grime left me feeling like a whole new woman.

So new, in fact, I briefly forgot about the bane of my existence showering down the hall.

Sean. Showering. Sean in the shower with water dripping down his chest and into that perfect V of his hips. Sean’s hot, wet body pressed against mine. Sean’s-

“Can you not?” I said to my reflection as I ran a brush through my hair. Even when I was angry at him, violently angry, it was impossible to deny that he was attractive.

We never hooked up, not even when we were young. But there was always something there. We flirted. We toyed with each other. We got into nasty arguments. People noticed, my friends made comments. I always ignored them and played it off and said it was because we knew each other forever and just connected that way. They all argued that it was more.

I ignored them.

After changing into a comfortable pair of loose cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt, I made my way downstairs. The windows were open and I could hear the waves crashing against the cliff side. My favorite sound. It gave me peace. It soothed me.

The kitchen was empty and I grabbed a bottle of red wine with every intention of drinking the entire bottle. After pouring a rather large amount into the pristine crystal stemware my mother bought, I threw my head back and took a long, large sip.

Ugh. That’s better. I closed my eyes and took another sip, getting lost in the sound of the waves and the dark, cherry taste of the wine. A moment of peace after all the bullshit I had to endure tonight.

It was only when Sean cleared his throat that I realized I wasn’t alone. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs wearing black sweats and a white t-shirt. Simple. Clean. Comfortable. If this had been a few years ago I would have been aching to curl up against him.

“Kitchen’s all yours,” I said as I grabbed my glass and bottle, preparing to go out back.

“You told me you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” His words cut like a knife to my retreating back and it made me pause, not yet turning around. “You fucking told me you were done.”

I knew what he was referring to. The last time we spoke had been over the phone, maybe four years ago. It had been a normal night with normal conversation and normal “I miss yous”. Sean had truly been one of my best friends and closest confidants. And then the conversation turned ugly when he informed me his father was sending him out on a seriously violent, potentially fatal, mission. Our argument had gotten vile and I said horrible things. He did too, including telling me to “stop acting like a girlfriend because you’re so fucking lonely”.

That had been my breaking point. He reminded me so much of Finn then. He dressed like him, spoke like him, became a carbon copy of him, and I was having none of it. So I had told him to fuck off and lose my number, to never call me again, to pretend I was dead.

It was the one time Sean listened to me and the one time I wished he hadn’t.

To this day, I got embarrassed when I thought about what he had said to me. The way he screamed and the way he humiliated me. Maybe I was lonely, maybe it came off as clingy, but my intentions were always good and I never thought I was a burden to him. But after that last conversation I spent years telling myself that’s exactly what I was. A burden. I checked in too much, my double texting him probably got on his nerves. Constantly complaining about our families when I knew how fortunate I was to live such a lavish life made me sound spoiled, he got tired of it. I spent years convincing myself there was no possible way he missed me and I didn’t miss him either.

“Do you even remember our last conversation?” I turned slowly to face him. “Do you remember what you said?”

He took a step forward and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Of course I do. I’ve had plenty of time to think about it- you. I’d been out drinking with my father-“

“And then turned into him?”

“Oh, fuck off then.” He shook his head, his frustration evident as he rounded the marble island in the kitchen. An expert, he seemed to know where everything was. The glasses. The whiskey.

“I’m not wrong.” I defended myself.

Sean laughed and the sound was hollow, sarcastic. He took a sip of whiskey before turning to me with a cold look in his eyes. “And I wasn’t wrong that day either. Was I?”

I scowled at him to mask the absolute hurt I was experiencing. My heart ached. He’d known he was hurting me. He didn’t care. He remembered and he didn’t care.

“Oh, fuck you, Sean.” I whispered before quickly pushing through the french doors and stepping onto the deck.

“Oi!” Sean shouted as I slammed the doors behind me, taking off down the steps, wine glass in hand.

“I’m not done talking to you.” Sean was hot on my heels.

“The conversation is over.”

“Like hell it is.” I felt long, thick fingers curl around my elbow and then he was hauling me back against him. “You say what you want to say and then think we’re done. We’re not.”

I ripped my arm back and shoved my finger in his face. “I’ve waited four years to say this shit to you!”

“So have I!” He shouted back, the vein in his neck becoming prominent. The female part of my brain wondered what it would feel like to run my tongue along that vein, feel it pulse against my mouth.

Wrong time, I thought to myself and shook my head. “You fucked off for four years, faked your own death, and now I found out my father has had you following me. I don’t know what kind of weird, stalker fetish you’ve developed, but it’s really not doing anything for me.”

Okay, maybe that last part was flat out bitchy, but at that point I didn’t care.

I drained my wine glass while I waited for his response.

“Would you like to tell me about your fetishes?”

“Sure, they all involve watching you bleed out.”

“Should have been there a year ago then, yeah?”

I didn’t have a response for that. I zeroed in on the left half of his face, the scar on his cheek. His cheekbone curved differently, probably because it was handmade, and his scar disappeared into his stubble. He looked so vastly different from the Sean I used to know. He was hardened by life, by Finn’s life. Thirty and angry and alone and legally dead.

I ached for the Sean I once knew, but this wasn’t him.

“How long have you been watching me?”

“A little more than three months.”

“Three months?” I was shocked. I’d had a tail for three months and I didn’t even know it? How embarrassing.

“You wouldn’t have known.” It was as though he could read my mind. “I’ve always been better at it than you.”

“You’re so fucking cocky.” I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or slap him, so instead I walked past him and back up the stairs, making my way back into the house to refill my glass. I knew he was following me, knew that the alcohol in my bloodstream was making me feel bold, more bold than I was sober.

Sean closed the French doors, the lock clicking with a tone of finality. I was too aware of it.

“You were shit as hide and seek when we were kids.”

“So that makes you a better spy?”

His tone was serious when he responded. “I was never spying on you. I didn’t have access to your flat. I didn’t follow you around with that ugly wanker with gray hair.”

“Leave Beckett out of this.”

“Beckett?” It was the first time his face had resembled something other than anger. He looked amused. “You’re dating a man named Beckett?”

I cocked my head to the side, narrowing my eyes. “We actually aren’t discussing my dating life, we’re talking about my stalker.”

“Stop saying that. It was to and from work. Only when you were out in public.”

“That doesn’t make it okay!” I finally shouted. None of what happened today was okay. Sean, my dad, the shootout. None of it was okay. “You don’t get to keep up with my fucking life when I have to pretend you’re dead!”

“Lower your voice.” Sean took a step forward.

“Fuck off!” I shouted even louder than before. “You don’t get to just come back and bark orders at me. This isn’t London, Sean!”

“Enough.” He took another step forward and I backed up, reaching for my wine glass.

He was so calm, so fucking collected while I was beginning to fall apart. I hated him for it. Fuck Sean Wallace, I wanted him to hurt the way I did. So, without thinking twice, I hurled my glass at him. Sean barely dodged it, whipping his head to the side as it soared past him and landed on the floor in a million little pieces.

He was a blur as he flew across the kitchen, growling as he slammed my back up against the wall. I cried out as searing pain sent shock waves down my back, but I was too angry to focus on it. My hands instantly went into fight mode and my fingers caught the tip of his nose as I swiped at him, but he pulled his head back, out of my reach.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” He roared in my face. “Are you bloody mental?” His hands circled my wrists and he pinned them at my sides, effectively halting my movements.

Stuck between Sean and the wall, I suddenly couldn’t breathe. “Let me go.”

“The fuck I will.” He squeezed my wrists harder.

“Sean.” I shoved myself against him and he did the same thing, his face even closer than before. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, see the smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. God, he was a sight. “Fuck. Off.”

His eyes zeroed in on my mouth as I enunciated the words, nostrils flaring slightly. My breasts were pressed against his chest and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, because suddenly we were staring each other eye to eye and I couldn’t look anywhere else. I was drowning the way I always imagine I would except this time I didn’t want it. I wanted no part of it.

“Don’t even think about it.” I whispered softly.

“Or what?” Sean’s remark felt snide and childish, something I would have happily said to him had he not leaned down and slid his lips over mine. It was a light touch, so soft I barely felt it. But I still gasped because it was Sean’s lips touching mine and I hated that I liked it so much.

At the sound of my sharp intake of breath, he smirked. “I fucking knew it.” And then he smashed his lips against mine, not letting up on the grip he had on my wrists.

Sean’s tongue pushed past my lips and slid against mine, weakening my reserve just a bit. He tasted good, his scruff scratched against the edges of my mouth and I reveled in it, loving how rough he felt.

He fucking engulfed my mouth, taking complete control of the kiss and demanding that I give him more. Forgetting the position we were in, he let go of my wrists in favor of cupping my face, wide palms against my cheeks.

I should have pushed him away, should have told him to leave, but the simple truth was that Sean Wallace knew how to kiss. He kissed like a man, held my face, stroked rough thumbs over my cheekbones, and swallowed my moans. He crowded me, stood so close our torsos were touching while we made out against the kitchen wall. Our tongues touched, teeth clashed, and when I sucked Sean’s bottom lip into my mouth the groan he let out was guttural. Animalistic.

But the noise was enough to bring me back to reality and I shoved my hands against his chest, pushing him away from me as hard as I could.

Sean stumbled back and caught himself on the counter. He was just as caught up as I was, his eyes wild, cheeks flushed red.

“You’ve got some nerve.” I cleared my throat and wiped my mouth, still tasting him on my tongue.

“Me?” He had the audacity to smile, still clearly fired up. “You were the one sucking my lip like it was my cock.”

My cheeks felt hot. The way he said cock with the accent and the smirk… it murdered me on the inside. It absolutely killed me how good it sounded. “You wish.”

“Every fucking night.” Sean stepped forward again. “I think about you sucking my cock every. Fucking. Night.”

His admission left me breathless. It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. The thought of Sean laying in bed at night and thinking about my mouth wrapped around his dick lit me up. I was hot everywhere.

“Sean-“

“Shut the fuck up.” He crowded me again, this time wrapping one arm around my back and pulling me against him. “For once in your life, please, Y/N, shut the fuck up.”

Cupping the back of my head, Sean kissed me again. I wanted to fight him, wanted to tell him to fuck off, but that would only prove him right. I really did have a problem with shutting the fuck up.

So, I kissed him back. I gave it my all, twining my arms around his neck and leaning against him. Sean tongue fucked my mouth as though he’d been dying to for years, and after his admission I wondered if he had. His body felt warm against mine and feeling his fingertips glide along the exposed area of my lower back made my knees nearly buckle.

He smiled against my mouth and before I knew it, Sean was sliding both hands down, gripping my hips and hoisting me in the air. My legs locked around his waist instantly, ankles crossing at the small of his back while he carried me through the kitchen.

Our mouths never stopped touching. I’d been waiting years to kiss Sean. I’d been waiting years to slap the fuck out of him as well, but right now the only thing I cared about was keeping our mouths fused together for as long as humanly possible. I felt drunk on him, on the taste of whiskey on his tongue.

I didn’t realize we were in the living room until Sean sat down on the couch with me straddling his lap. I took the opportunity to pull back slightly, his lips chasing my own, and I smiled at the way he leaned forward. I cupped the right side of his face, loving the way his scruff felt against my soft palm. He truly was beautiful, the red-brown hair and beard, the plump mouth that spent more time scowling than smiling. His freckles, God, when we were young I could have spent hours counting them.

And then there was that scar. That brutal, obvious scar. The trauma his body must have gone through made me sick and when I reached up to run my fingers over the jagged, raised skin, Sean was quick to grab my wrist in a bruising grip.

“Don’t touch me there.”

But I wanted to. So badly. But it was clear in his reaction, in the stiffness of his body, that he was serious. Of all the limits Sean DIDN’T have, touching the left side of his face was one of them and I had no choice but to respect it.

“Fine, how about you touch me then?”

It was all the incentive Sean needed and he flipped me onto my back, hovering over me with one hand braces on the back of the couch. Our eyes held as I slid my hands down his chest, his heartbeat pulsing under my hand as I slid lower, lower still until I gripped the hem of his shirt and yanked it up. He leaned back, only for a moment to rip the shirt off his head and send it flying.

Fair skinned with broad shoulders and a tapered waist, I itched to lick the V that disappeared into his waistband. He may have been injured, but he hasn’t been resting this last year. Sean didn’t have the body of a man who rested, he had the Jody of a man who was constantly pushing himself. He was strong in every sense of the word and it made me pathetically, desperately wet for him.

“Your turn,” he said against my lips, fingers playing under my shirt and sliding along my ribs. “You’re so fucking soft.” He whispered against the skin of my cheek.

Unable to help myself, I reached down to cup him through his sweats. Jesus… Christ. “You’re so fucking not.”

Sean laughed then, but I was dead serious. Either Sean was hiding a gun in his pants or his cock was just that fucking solid. And… thick. Even through his pants I could tell. I squeezed once and he let out a guttural groan, the sound sending shock waves between my legs. I wanted that sound on a loop for the rest of my life.

He pushed my shirt up and over my head, eyes zeroing in on my breasts. “Fuck me…” He trailed off, cupping one in his hand and giving a firm squeeze as he settled his eight between my legs. I could feel him against my clit even with barriers of clothing separating us.

“I always wondered what your nipples looked like.” He licked one gently and my back arched hard, my whole body tightening. “They’re so much better than my imagination.”

Sean fastened his mouth against my nipple and he sucked, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud while I writhed underneath him. My nails scraped through his shirt hair, digging into his scalp and holding him against me. He said he had wondered what they would look like, but I spent the better part of a decade wondering what this would feel like.

Fuck, it felt good.

Sean’s hips ground against mine as he moved to my other nipple, hands roaming felt over my body, gripping my clothes thighs and sliding up my sides. Tracing along my collarbone, fingers tugging at the nipple that wasn’t getting any attention.

I felt like a horny teenager, aching to have him inside me as fast as humanly possible. My nails raked over his shoulders and he gave a delicious growl in return, leaning up and hovering over me again. 

“I’ve thought about your mouth on my cock for ages, but right now the only thing I want is to be buried inside you. That okay?”

I was modding before he even finished speaking. Fuck a blowjob, fuck foreplay. I didn’t need that with Sean, not now. Right now I just needed… connection. I was almost desperate for it and it fucking terrified me.

Sean leaned back on his knees and hooked his fingers into my pants, tugging them down in one swift move and leaving me completely naked and sprawled out in front of him. His eyes raked over me and my breath hitched in my throat. He could see… everything.

“Fuck me… this body was fucking made for me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, wiggling my brows. “A bit cocky, yeah?”

“No.” His face was serious, eyes focused as they raked over my breasts, my hips, my legs, zeroing in on the spot between my thighs. Sean slid one long, thick finger over my slit and I cried out, my body stiffening. “I knew you’d be bald here.” He repeated the motion. “Been dying to see that tattoo on your thigh for ages.”

I’d gotten the tattoo when I was 20 and officially moved out of my parents house. It was one of those stupid young decisions, but I didn’t regret it. It was a snake that wrapped all the way around my right thigh, the snake’s tongue permanently engraved on my inner thigh like an invitation. Or a warning.

“And?” I asked inquisitively, rubbing a hand absentmindedly down my stomach.

“And I think this body was fucking made for me.”

His lips came crashing down on mine again and I wrapped my bare legs around his waist, loving the way his hip bones pressed into my thighs. He littered kisses over my cheekbone, an oddly sweet gesture, and then absolutely assaulted my neck, licking and biting and nipping at my collarbone until I cried out.

I reached down, yanking at his sweats and pushing them down his thighs with my heels. I was fucking dying for Sean Wallace to be inside of me, I couldn’t even breathe because I wanted him so badly. Needed him, needed to know what it was like to feel him.

“Sean.” I gasped as he braced one hand above my head, the other one gripping his cock and lining it up at my entrance. I gripped his bicep when he pushed the tip in, my nails digging half crescents into his skin.

“Sean.” I repeated his name, this time somewhat panicked because what the fuck was I doing? Was I really about to fuck him?

“Remember when I told you to shut the fuck up?” Sean’s eyes met mine and he gave one sharp, hard thrust and was suddenly inside me so deep I swore I could feel him in my cervix.

I didn’t even have time to gasp, my mouth fell open in a silent scream and Sean’s groan was something I’d think about for months. He was so deep I felt as though I couldn’t breathe, looking up at him completely frozen.

“Oh, fuck.” He finally breathed out. “That’s right, so good you can’t even speak.”

“I… hate you.” I finally managed, leaning up and catching his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging so hard he let out a groan of pain.

“You don’t hate me.” Sean pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back inside me, giving me no warning or time to breathe. But the yelp I let out was enough to make him smirk.

Cocky bastard.

Fine, I could play. Tightening my legs around his waist, I raked my nails down his back and watched his face change, jaw clenching tight. I licked his collarbone before sucking the skin there. I sucked hard and didn’t stop until I felt his fingers tangle in my hair and yank me back, forcing me to look at him.

“You’re not the fucking boss right now.” He practically growled the words, not letting up on the grip on my hair. He pumped in and out of me, my scalp pricking with a weird, pleasurable pain that left me moaning for more.

Sean’s thrusts got harder and I cried out when he hit that spot, so deep I could feel him everywhere. “Sean!” I cried his name, my breath hitching in my throat.

He let my hair go in favor of those perfect ducking fingers wrapping around my throat. His thumb pressed firmly under my jaw, I had no other choice but to look at him as he fucked me into oblivion.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned, pressure on my throat tightening just a bit. “Thought about you every fucking day.”

I was instantly thrown back into reality. Everything that happened that day. The shooting. Sean coming back from the dead, all of it.

“Nope, stay with me.” Sean commanded, sensing my disconnect. He slowed his thrusts leaning down to lick at my lips lightly. It was oddly erotic and I found myself whimpering for more. “That’s it, relax for me.”

“I…” I started desperately. “I can’t. Sean-“

He squeezed my throat harder and I suddenly gasped, my air being cut off. “Relax.” His voice was oddly soothing. “You can still breathe.”

I shook my head.

He paused his thrusts, once again settling deep inside me with my legs splayed. “Yes, you can. I’m not squeezing that hard. Breathe.”

I took in a breath. It was shallow, but it was there. Letting it out slowly, I repeated the motion, Sean catching on and thrusting every time I exhaled. It all felt different like this, barely able to breathe and dripping wet onto the couch. I’d never wanted someone more and I was terrified, I’d never been “handled” the way he was handling me, treating me like I was his.

“Been waiting years to feel you come on my cock.” He groaned when he released my throat, leaning back on his heels and looking down at where we were connected. “God, you’re soaked. Made a proper mess all over me.”

I moaned because at that point words were not possible. My stomach felt tight, I felt like I was going to cry or laugh or scream. I felt like I was going crazy.

And then Sean rubbed his thumb over my clit, watching me jerk, and I knew I was done for. He did it again and again, giving me shallow strokes while he rubbed the little bundle of nerves that were certainly going to send me into a tailspin.

“Sean, please.” My back arched and I shouted, so fucking close, teetering on the edge.

“Come all over my cock so I can watch you lick it off after.”

My mouth fell open and I screamed his name, my orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling Sean lean over me and wrap an arm around my back.

He picked up the pace while I clung to him, whispering in my ear about how he’d wanted it forever, how this was his, how I was his. It was overwhelming, yet I couldn’t bring myself to do anything other than rake my nails through his hair and whisper his name over and over again in his ear.

“Fuck.” Sean’s groan was long and low, stroking into me one, two, three more times before holding himself still, his climax hitting him as hard as mine hit me. 

His arms shook as he held himself over me, eventually collapsing onto my chest in a huff. We sat there silently, the sound of the waves crashing against the cliff side lulling us. Sean’s right cheek was pressed against my breast and his dick was still inside me. He was as close as he could possibly be but I somehow wanted him closer. I wanted to fucking absorb him into my body, keep him there forever and enjoy the weight of him on me.

“Sean?” I whispered, wondering if he was still awake.

“Hm?”

I ran my fingers lightly over the back of his neck and delighted in his shiver. “I’m really glad you’re not dead.”

He lifted his head then, searching my face for some sort of emotion, but I forced myself to remain stoic. It took Sean fucking my brains out for me to realize how much I missed him. How much I fucking loved him. But I couldn’t tell him that, I couldn’t give him that much power over me.

“Today was the first time in a year that I was thankful that bullet didn’t kill me.” Sean’s words were honest, quiet.

We didn’t say anything after that, we didn’t really need to. In that moment we were safe, together after years of being apart, and now all we had to do was wait for word from my father. Until then, I was going to enjoy whatever time I had with Sean and I prayed I would never have to pretend he was dead again.

[blackberry-bloody]

2, 22 , 36

2. which ocs are most likely to be caught eating cheese at 3 am?:

Nox! I have no context, nor explanation... But he just has those vibes. 100% that scene in Lilo and Stitch where Nani walks in on Stitch grabbing a soda in his mouth, stares at her, and just walks away wordlessly. Nox just has a cutting board of cheese and crackers while he sits at the dining room table in pitch black darkness aside from his eyes glowing. And Dayzel coming in, flicking on the lights... Making eye contact when Nox freezes. Flicking the lights back off and going back to bed leaving Nox to his cheese.

22. which ocs are most flexible? which ocs are least?:

Marley, Phoenix, Nox, and Beth (Dayzel's sister) are all very flexible! Marley in particular is because poi is double jointed in a lot of places! Phoenix is just very flexible in general and actually takes a lot of pride in it. She considers it one of her talents! Nox used to do gymnastic type stuff growing up, so it carried over later in life for him. Beth and Dayzel used to take dancing lessons as kids/teenagers. She kept going with it even into adulthood though, so it's held up. Dayzel, Berkley, and Jane probably are the least flexible. (They all deal with really bad joint and muscle pain which can really limit their mobility/movement sometimes.)

36. which ocs want/have pets? what pets are they?:

So aside from touching into pet whump, none of my ocs currently have pets aside from Nom. Unless you also count Berkley's experiments... So I'll extend to what they'll have later down the road as well! Nom: Vibby (a magic axolotl), Jelly doughnut (cursed ooze cat), tiny cowboy turtle, and a clockwork beetle! Dayzel/Mibium: A sassy black cat Ian/Ryan/Talon: A Pitbull dog Dare/Mindy: various foster animals (and a few they adopted for themselves. A dog and a cat in particular) Jane/Phoenix/Dee: Two rats/pocket puppies

Asks from here!

[rising-dawn-uvu]

Dishonored (right back on YOUR cow!)

Jokes on you I don't HAVE A COW! But since you're my dear Mutual here you go uwu

The Blurbo Asks!

blorbo (fav) Billie. She’s my girl, my blorbo. She could kill three men in front of me coldblooded and I’d still love her.

scrunkly (my “baby”) No one in this franchise is baby. Except Wolfhounds. They very baby. Must protec. Look at their little teethies.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated) Honestly, I think a lot of characters fall under this title. If I reeeallly had to pick it’s probably be Mindy.

glup shitto (obscure fav) *banging my fist on the table in rythme* BANG-BANG! BANG-BANG! BANG-BANG!

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/otherwise pathetic fav) Sokolov, that sad grandpa energy in the second game plus Billie liking him grew to me, but I still liked him anyway in the first game.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) All of them The loyalist. Something bout throwing glass at havelock till he folds over like a rag doll, or making Pendleton twirl like a ballerina when shooting his foot, or making fun of Martin is just so fun uwu.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) Havelock. Sure I could say Burrows, Campbell, or Luka, but they were all supposed to and already was condemned to the burning plinko plinks of ebay deeby the second I started playing the game. Havelock is someone I would personally throw on that jelly horse’s back.