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klausysworld · 2 years

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this is gonna be a Klaus Mikaelson smut story, i’ve written a fee on wattpad over the years and i’ve read loads on tumblr so i figured couldn’t hurt to write one here.

for warnings i think i’d say

biting (cuz like hybrid so kinda expected)

possessive(marks her + uses possessive terms “mine” “my”)

but all round this is more of a soft!klaus smut

hope it’s alright and id love for some suggestions or whatever u guys think/like/dislike

his lovely girl ;)

i was in the my room finishing my artist research homework for school at my desk when a wave of warmth surrounded me. Two arms caged me and a nose brushed along the side of my head

"you know i could tell you everything you need to know, right love? I'm much better than reading things off of a silly screen hm? plus you get to listen to my voice for hours" klaus's accented voice spoke cockily into my ear sending shivers, that i tried and failed to hide, down my back.

"i think it's best i stick to the sites assigned to learn from" i whispered

"but im much more accurate" he murmured back planting soft kisses behind my ear lightly licking my lobe

"klaus-"

"i thought i said you could call me nik? you're far too special my lovely" heat rose rapidly to my cheeks and my eyes remained stuck to the table. Soft lips pressed into my neck as his hands planted on-top of mine entwining our fingers and playing with them gently

"it's wrong to think of you like that" i merely uttered to myself, breathing out deeply through my nose when i realised he could hear me

"like what hm? what do you think of sweetheart?" his grip tightened then relaxed on my hands and i could feel his body closer pressed against the back of my chair. my mouth gaped slightly as i searched for any words to form

"when do you think of me? morning? or... night? tell me sweet girl what do you think of?" his tongue trailed my neck and light sucking could be felt sending shocks through my blood and a soft whimper escaped muffled as i pressed my teeth into my lower lip

"cmon love you must give me something" i was surely a deep pink if not red by now and my breathing had accelerated

"night" my voice was weak, nervous

his hands held onto mine as he moved them to my lap where he left mine resting before letting go and bringing one of his to the other side of my neck

"do you ever... help satisfy these nighttime thoughts my lovely?" i could hear my heart in my ears as embarrassment crashed over me

"don't get self-conscious on me now lovely. i can assure you that i have the same thoughts and i certainly aid such feelings in ways i seem fit" he turned my head and pecked my lips faintly

my body was grasping at the tingling sensation i barely got to experience

"more" i huffed quietly and he hummed knowingly as he pressed his full ruby lips against my own moving them lovingly as though expressing how much he cared in this action.

his fingers brushed through my hair and his body moved round my chair so he was at my side and he bend down onto his knees tenderly pushing my head to his as he deepened the kiss, our tongues danced and the traces of mint, rich chocolate and coffee threaded together allowing me to savour his taste and bring my hands up to cup them against his face, my thumbs brushing over his stubble.

we both pulled away due to lack of air, i panted lightly as he pressed his forehead to mine

"i want to see" he stated in a hushed tone

my brows pulled together in confusion

"see what?"

"how you satisfy yourself"

i gulped and my face was warm

"i um i don't think i want to…" i could barely say anything and i began to panic

"sh sh okay, can i show you what i think you do instead hm? only if you're comfortable yes?" i sighed in relief

"that sounds better... thank you"

he smiled in return and kissed me quickly but firmly before moving his hands under my thighs and and lifting me up effortlessly. My body was brought to his and my legs automatically wrapped round his hips pressing us against each-other as he carried me over to my bed.

i was placed onto the mattress on my back carefully and i brought my arms up to rest around his neck

"tell me to stop if it's too much okay my love?" his hands worked my shirt and bra off of my upper body and my skirt was lifted above my hips.

his hands cupped my breasts gently and the pads of his thumbs skimmed my nipples. his hips slowly grinded against mine, brushing over my covered clit each time causing ushered moans and whimpers to fall from my mouth. his head dipped and his tongue stroked my nipples enough to peak them. heat flooded me at the feel of his body on mine, his hands caressing me, his mouth loving me.

his index and thumbs began toying with my peaked buds and his head came back towards mine

"i bet you feel your breasts like this don't you? love to imagine how it would feel if it were me?how do you feel sweetheart? do you feel tingly my sweet, sweet girl"

a relatively loud whine escaped me and my head nodded

"can never get myself to feel good enough, need more nik"

klaus sucked softly along my throat, his hands moved and slowly pulled my underwear off my legs and then my skirt leaving me completely bare yet he had not lost a single item of clothing

the overwhelming vulnerability was shining through and i knew he could see it.

it was comforting when he pulled his own shirt and trousers off so he was too almost nude. a kiss to was stomach was awarded and two hands parted my thighs gently.

my breathing was rapid and i clamped my legs closed instantly

"i would never hurt you, especially like this, never like this. you say if you don't like something okay? it'll be alright love, breath" i caught my breath and relaxed my body, my eyes closed shut and my legs fell apart for him. the cool air hitting my glistening core and causing a whine to slip past me

two of his fingertips delicately traced my wetness, my hands gripping the sheets in anticipation and my eyes welded shut

"so bloody lovely, just perfect" he told me while beginning to circle my little clit to stimulate it

"gosh she's sensitive isn't she sweetheart?" he whispered before planting an open mouthed kiss to my lower lips

my gasp sounded through the room and the new feeling

"kl..klaus you don't have t- oh, oh god nik" without realising i found myself gripping his soft golden locks and pulling his heavenly mouth closer as my hips moved at their own accord as he made out with my most precious area.

moans tumble out of me relentlessly, my back arched and my legs now over his shoulders bringing him somehow closer

a long, ring clad finger brushed my entrance for a few seconds before pushing inside me and starting up a pace to slide in and out of

"christ i can feel you nice and tight around just one finger love, gonna stretch you so good i promise" he muttered and looked down at my swollen clit

"all nice and puffy for me hm? want me to touch her again love?" my nails scratched into his scalp and i forced word's through my sounds of pleasure

"need you to,... please more"

"of course little one, of course" his tongue flicked and played with my extremely sensitive ball of nerves, he slowly added another finger inside me

they gently curled inside me testing my reactions

"more! i need more" my moans were demanding and desperate

"tell me you touch yourself like this hm? do you put your tiny little fingers inside yourself wishing i would fill you up my love?" my walls fluttered around him tightly, a rising overpowering wave of ecstasy waiting for me to give in

"i do nik, i do"

"what do you do?" his thumb rubbed mercilessly at my clit and his fingers became three while moving at an inhuman pace

"t..touch myself" i gasped trying to fight off the sensation built up "touch inside myself an..and wish its you" he groaned resting his head on my stomach unknowingly adding to the pressure and an embarrassingly loud moan sounded through the room

"what would you like lovely?" he asked kissing my lower stomach suggestively

"wan..want your mouth"

"want my mouth? you have my mouth" i could barely get any words formed, my head spinning in pleasure

"on clit need on me now please" just like magic he was instantly replacing his thumb sucking harshly and flicking mercilessly

i clamped around his fingers and my mouth fell agape, eyebrows furrowed together as my high finally washed over me

once completely finished i felt him slowly remove his fingers, knowing how sensitive i am. his tongue lapped at my thighs cleaning me until it was as though it had never happened

"such a good girl aren't you love?" he moved up towards me kissing my forehead and pulling me onto his lap so i was facing him

"yes nik" i mumbled looking up at him through my lashes seeing his eyes go impossibly dark

"such an innocent little thing aren't you? god the things i want to do to your wet little cunt" i mewled in response resting my head onto his chest

"are you too tired love?" he whispered brushing through my hair with his hands.

"wanna have you inside please" i mumbled feeling his hard, covered cock twitch against my bare heat

"alright my love," he lifted my body up to allow himself to free his lower self, it stood tall and proud, thick and hard. beads of cum already gathered at his tip and my eyes watched in curiosity of the taste

"he's all yours love" he whispered still petting my hair

i moved back off of him and in between his legs. my face felt hot and my core ached to have him within me. i slowly and gently wrapped my hand around the middle of his cock, my fingers didn't quite meet around his thickness as i rubbed him steadily. i danced my tongue up one side feeling the veins pressing against me. a low moan left his gorgeous lips and his other hand fell to his side, holding onto the sheets beneath him

"good girl just a little more now okay? can you put the tip in your mouth for me?" i did as i was told and relaxed my lips around his lower head.

"suck a little love, play with your tongue okay" my hand moved to hold his that was clenched around the sheet as i lightly sucked his tip, the little juices giving me a taste of what was to continue. i flicked my tongue over and around him enjoying the moans he would express in gratitude.

"that's it, that's it. can..can you take some more into your mouth sweetheart?" my eyes locked onto his making him groan and squeeze my hand. my gaze still on his, i pushed my head down his length, almost halfway before pulling back up, again two thirds down and back up, his hand in my hair was tangled, gripping aimlessly while his other squeezed mine intime with his moans of pleasure

"christ your such a good girl, such a sweet girl, my lovely girl." in response i forced my head all the way down ignoring how my throat tried to forced him back out as i gagged around him. i attempted to relax my throat and i swallowed around him, this earned a whimper and a light push to my head. i rose back to his tip before creating a rhythm to take him all and toy with his tip, his hand helped guide me and the sinful sounds he released only spurred me on

"love love love, im gonna finish down your throat if you don't let go" i caught his eye again and swallowed around him once,twice,three times before he came in my mouth moaning my name as he did so, our fingers were interlocked and his eyes fell closed. his hips abruptly bucked up a few times riding out his high as i continued to swallow his length.

he carefully lifted my head off of him and checked my face and felt my throat gently with his hand

"anywhere hurt? i won't be mad, let me see if you bruised your throat love" he spoke undeniably soft while smoothing over my face and dotting kisses on my cheeks. i opened my mouth for him and he peaked inside

"love... god you must hurt love im so sorry, i shouldn't have made you do that im sorry" he whispered over and over kissing my lips apologetically and holding me in his strong arms

"you didn't make me nik, i wanted to...i promise... i liked it and it doesn't hurt that much" i rubbed his back soothingly as he buried his head in the crook of my neck

"i knew you'd never done this before, i told you what to do and got you to keep going, i knew it would be too much but i couldn't help myself" he pulled me back into his lap again and held onto me tenderly

"klaus... i kept going because i wanted to and because i liked how it made you feel and me feel... made me tingly nik" my voice lowered towards the end and i grabbed ahold of one of his hands

i guided it down to my upper thighs and let the finger tips dip into the sweet nectar gathered in a pool between them. i could feel his breathing thicken against my skin as i moved myself against his hand

"i need you nik... please don't be sad" he kissed my neck before his head rose to look down at me. his hand tugged up making me let go of his wrist watching as he placed his covered fingers into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed through his nose

"i love you y/n, once we do this i will be yours do you understand?" his eyes remained closed and he rested his head against mine

"and i will be yours?" i whisper

"always... is that.. something you might like?" i pressed my lips to his and pulled him closer than possible

"would love to be yours" i mumbled against him.

"im gonna be gentle okay? promise my love" i nodded and calmed myself as i felt his once again hardened cock press against my core. he rubbed it along my wetness a few times purposely knocking my most sensitive part before pushing his way inside me. i was slowly stretched around his unbelievable size and lowered onto him completely. the feeling was foreign and slightly uncomfortable but overall really full, complete.

his hands ran over my backside and across my thighs

"oh you're doing so well my lovely, so well" i wrapped my arms around his neck and hid my face in his shoulder as i shifted a little, testing how the movement felt. when a small spark went off inside me i grinded my hips further. i gasped at the sensation and dug my nails into klaus's back as i moaned out

"good god you feel tight, best little pussy i'll ever have" his hand pet my back, rubbing up and down calmingly.

"need more please! deeper need you deeper!" i cried out and threw my head back as his hips began thrusting up into me hitting places inside me i had no clue existed. pleasure coursed through me and loud moans echoed against the walls of my room along with the heavy pants and niks mewls.

"feel so full klaus... feels so good"

one arm wrapped securely under my arms while the other went into my thighs lifting me, his hips rocked into me at a steady pace, the pure bliss running through me making me shake in ecstasy and yell his name.

"gonna cum for me love? can you squeeze me nice and tight sweet girl?" i nodded rapidly and my body clenched around his, my moans never quit as i released around him. his hips didn't falter once as he continued to hump into me. i whimperer at the sensitivity i felt when his fingers gathered the warmth between us and rubbed at my clit

"my sensitive little pearl hm?" he whispered into my ear sucking on my earlobe and then kissing along my neck.

my third orgasm of the night approached far too quickly, overwhelming me

"cant nik, t..too much" i whined gripping onto his hair and clamping my velvety walls around him

"fuck i know love, it's gonna feel so good in a minute yea? just a minute..." he sighed breathing in our mixed scents. i felt him twitching inside me and his movements became more rapid and harsher, his eyes bleeding into gold and his grip on me slightly bruising

"doin so good gonna fill you up so good, all mine now love.. mine" i moaned out and screamed almost silently as i felt him release inside me, i followed his orgasm quickly panting heavily.

i barely noticed his canines pierce into my neck and release his venom. i cried in half pleasure/half pain as i tried to pry his teeth away

"klaus stop it hurts" i mumbled pushing at his chest. he left my neck and kissed me deeply

"im sorry it stings love, had to mark you up yea? make sure you're mine okay... look so fucking perfect with my mark" i moved my hand to feel the mark, tears stung my eyes at the overwhelming feeling of safety it offered me

"y/n? love? hey no tears... it wasn't meant to hurt that much just a pinch i swear, im sorry love i'll fix it okay?" his hands cupped my face and neck as he brought his head back down to suck the venom out before it settled

"no! i want it, i want it" he paused and kisses it instead before carefully removing himself from inside me and wiping us both down with a warm cloth

"you did so well today my love, so well. such a good little girl aren't you? gonna give you some of my blood to take away any aches or bruises okay?" his bleeding hand was brought up to mine to drink from and i did so willingly.

"love you too nik... always n forever" he smiled brightly and laid us down on top each-other, he clung to me tightly but gently, keeping me safe and at ease. i loved him. i love him. i will always love him.

please please please let me know what u think

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crowleys-bentley-and-plants · 6 months

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Damaged

I dont think this is so much a poem as me just smashing words together to cope. im just trying to make sense of things. this is years and years of pieces of myself and of Crowley spilled over the screen. i might have taken it too far i mightve choked on the things i wanted to say but well it's done now so yeah. please proceed with caution this poem deals with self loathing and the such

How can you see beauty

In a broken thing like me?

For I am tainted, stained by sin

How can you love a crippled soul

That’s marked by scars too deep to hide?

Scorched and carved up and then spit out

By the place I once called my own

Forced to grow fangs and claws

To shield myself from the torment of my past

But now, I brush my hands against yours

And I leave a trail of scarlet upon your flesh

I've become the beast I feared

Struggling to recognize the reflection in the mirror

As it distorts

Into a monstrous mask

Yet you hold me with gentle hands

As spiders spill from my eye sockets

Falling on the ground that grows webs in their wake

Securing me in place

To ensure that I cannot escape

Myself

Yet you remain steadfast by my side

As my sharp branches that I call limbs

Ensnare your figure and pierce your sacred skin

I see the pain etched upon your face

And I curse myself for it

For this is how I love—

With claws that cut and fangs that maul

And no one should endure the love I give

For is it love, if it destroys

You?

Yet still, you stay,

A martyr, a sacrifice,

A holy fool

You see value where there is none

I am but a stain upon your purity

A blemish on your perfection

A poison coursing through your veins

A parasite feeding on your kindness

Venom oozes out of my wounds

Burying you alongside the echo of my being

I am a plague, spreading with every breath I take

The ruptured creature within

Will not stop until you collapse into my useless arms

Until we become one

And I would rue the day I first drew breath

The day She sculpted me out of fire

And left me there to burn

The day she imprisoned me in this vessel

Cursed me to crawl on broken legs

She never loved me—

How could She love a creation designed to falter?

Yet you do

Despite my flaws?

So teach me, angel, if you dare

Show me that I’m not beyond repair

For I’m still damaged, in need of mending

How can I not be? Look at me

How can you love this misshapen thing I am

With jagged edges, dented thorns?

My mouth so rough, my wings all faulty

My eyes unable to perceive the light

My body, nothing but shards of broken glass

And my heart, a barren wasteland

My tongue slit, but what’s one more tear,

On my already fractured frame?

How can you love me

When I have forgotten

How to love myself?

ive never been more scared to post something. im gonna disappear from the face of the earth for a bit now

read it also on ao3:

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#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens poem #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #go2 #original poem

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deke-rivers-1957 · 5 months

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Scott's World of Tomorrow

It was February 1956, a young Scott Heyward had just turned 16 years old. His father, Duster Heyward of Heyward Oil is about to spoil him.

"Well son taday's yer birthday. What do ya wanna do?"

"Can we go to Disneyland Pa? They have a whole section called Tomorrowland and a race car track called Autopia."

Mr. Heyward smiles as he claps Scott's shoulder.

"Tha's mah boy. Disneyland's gonna be a great client ta have. Can't be runnin no rides without oil."

"Yeah and maybe if they have real cars there I can take some notes for the research department."

Mr. Heyward chuckles as he goes to the phone.

"Ah'll just let yer tutor know yer goin on a field trip. That oughta make 'em happy yer doin yer science project."

"Ok, Pa."

Time Skip

"Alright then son. Ah'm gonna be talk with some a Disney's people. They said some fella named Bob Gurr's gonna be walkin ya through Autopia."

"Wow. Thanks Pa!"

Scott sits down on a bench with his camera and notepad. A young man his 20s approaches him.

"Are you Scott Heyward?"

"Yes. Are you Mr. Gurr?"

"That I am. Just call me Bob today. It's really an honor to have you and father come to the park today."

The two shake hands and start to walk to Tomorrowland.

"Now as you can see, the Moonliner was designed by one of my colleagues, John Hench and of course sponsored by Howard Hughes of Trans World Airlines."

Scott takes some pictures as they walk through the attraction. They get to the Monsanto Hall of Chemistry.

"Are you familiar with Monsanto, Scott?"

"Oh yes. I was only 7 when they had that explosion down in Texas City. Pa sent a crew to bring oil down to the site. He managed to get a deal where we can have a couple ships down at the port."

Bob nods. Eventually they make it to Autopia.

"Now this is what I helped design. I used what I learned from working with Ford."

"You worked with Ford? What did you do?"

"Well I helped design the Lincoln Continental. I published a few books on automotive design and that's what brought Mr. Disney's attention over to me. He wanted me to analyze the chassis for these cars. Originally designed by Hartmann Engineering, they were having issues regarding the ability to be mass produced. Too noisy and smokey with a lot of vibration. Eventually the company dropped out so I was brought on permanently to come up with a different design."

Scott's writing all of this down the best he can. Mr. Gurr's slowly turning into an idol.

"So where did you get the design for the cars? They don't look like anything I've ever seen."

"Take a closer look. If you're familiar with Porsche, I took the idea of their 54 550 Spyder and combined it with the recent custom made Italian Ferraris. Of course the Chevrolet Corvette also served as inspiration."

"Wow."

Bob continues telling his story. Scott listens to every word including everything about engineering he has yet to learn.

"What make are these cars now?"

"Currently these are the Mark II's. I had to fix the chassis so they can accommodate a sturdier, smoother-running engine. We've been getting a lot of youngsters so it was necessary to add booster seats and extensions on the peddles. I just finished a prototype for the Mark III and already started work on the Mark IVs"

"Why? What's wrong with these models?"

"Longevity and ease of repair. With how popular this attraction is getting it's only a matter of time before these cars will need repairing. Every month we're learning something new about what people like and don't like about the car. Just goes to show that even when a product is a success, there's still a lot that needs to be done to perfect it."

Scott writes this down as Bob finishes talking.

"Would you like to ride in one of these, Scott?"

"Yes! I'd love to."

Bob chuckles as they wait in line to ride in one of the cars.

Time Skip

"How was yer trip son?"

"I loved it Pa. Mr. Gurr let me take so many pictures and showed me all of Tomorrowland."

Mr. Heyward smiles as they make their way back to Texas. Scott would recite his notes and Bob's story. His father could only nod along as he never really got into the science side of business.

"Well Ah bet yer science project'll turn out real good."

"Oh yeah Pa. Until science finds a better way, everything needs oil. Even the rockets."

"Thatta boy. Yer gonna be takin Heyward Oil inta space."

Scott smiles and sits back in his seat. He starts to fantasize about making his own world of tomorrow.

AN: Shoutout to @xanatenshi for requesting this story.

Tagging: @mercsandmonsters, @georgefairbrother, @imaginationlast, @hooked-on-elvis, @arrolyn1114,

@teamnefarious, @blighted-star, @ab4eva, @thetaoofzoe, @vintagepresley,

@myradiaz, @jaqueline19997, @kiankiwi, @ahundredlifetime, @mydarlingelvis,

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@squaggleson, and @idk583838.

#scott heyward #clambake #ecu fanfiction #thanks for the request!#disneyland #autopia

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andthekitchensinkao3 · 11 months

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Let the WIP Games begin! :3

Thank you to @temporary-enthusiasm for the tag 😀

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Yeah, I’m not gonna lie, I have soooo many WiPs I’m not gonna be able to tag as many people on here. XD It’s not even a humble brag, I’m just a mess of a 40-year-old with too many ideas and not enough time to put them all down in writing. But I’m working on it! One idea at a time. :3 So bear with me, everyone. Moar HankCon (and other pairings) will be in all our futures.

The Kamski Experience - When a team of struggling documentary filmmakers get an invitation to the secret location of Elijah Kamski's newest stab at hospitality, they expect an exclusive peek into the mind of the reclusive genius.

But when the work weekend turns into a deadly game of chess with a masked serial killer, they must each pass a personally customized death trap in order to escape - or die trying.

Wayfarer - AU take on the movie Passengers, but if it were a thriller and the main character and love interest were more equal partners right from the start.

When You’re a Stranger - AU take on the movie Deliver us Fom Evil, in which Connor is a homicide investigator with a psychic streak, and Hank is a (derobed) Lutheran priest now working as freelancing exorcist.

Heart/Soul - set five months after the end of the game. Starting with Connor taking a leap of faith on stage, declaring his love for Hank with an old power ballad from the '80s.

Monochromat - a story set a few months after my first massive HankCon fic, Metamorph; When androids first start disappearing for no apparent reason, there’s no obvious signs of foul play, but then android bodies start showing up all over Detroit. Android life and death semantics aside, it would seem there is a serial killer on the prowl.

Then, to make matters worse, one of the original leaders of Jericho suddenly goes missing without a word. Hank and Connors Mark I and II find themselves racing against the clock, with too much evidence and too little time.

Gambit - another what-if kind of fic branching off a chapter of Metamorph.

... ... ...

And then there are the ones I haven’t even started posting yet. >_>

DBH x Dragon Age Inquisition AU, in which Hank is a former Templar and Connor is a mage on the run. Set right after the botched Conclave.

Mr Stern’s Criminal Conundrums - a silly, fun Ms Fisher’s Murder Mysteries AU in which the honorable Mr Connor Stern is an elegant bachelor by day and all-out flapper fabulosity at night. Solving crime and making men swoon all hours of the live-long day. His ever present adversary-cum-ally is Lieutenant Hank Anderson, who doesn't need this kitten heel/fancy frock BS in his life (but secretly loves it).

Plotbunny Hank/60: At CyberLife Tower, Hank shoots the wrong Connor and completely breaks down. As a direct result, Connor-60 begins questioning everything he thought he knew.

Runaway Man - A The Fugitive (movie) AU, in which Hank is wrongfully accused of killing his ex, and Connor is tasked with hunting him down.

The Mummy AU - with Librarian!Connor and Pilot!Hank tracking down an ancient ruin to retrieve an heirloom of Hank’s (or something far, far worse ;) ). Something he lost a veritable lifetime ago. Featuring ridiculously rich Elijah Kamski headed to the same ancient site in order to find something far more interesting - an artifact promising eternal life; and the Jericho Four as a gang of troublemakers who may or may not be out for the same thing (or just stopping Kamski). Everyone has secrets, and nobody’s safe from whatever lies waiting in the depths of the ruin.

I have woefully neglected two raffle fics I started as well, but more on them in a different post. <3

Last but not least, I have a whole sentence of a PWP that never went anywhere (yet): “One of Connor’s favorite things to do in the bedroom, was watching Hank fuck himself using one of his dildos.”

I TAG EVERYONE WHO FEELS THUS INCLINED LOVE YA! <3<3<3<3<3

#hankcon #hannor #konahan #conhank #dbh fanfic #somebody send help #so many ideas #so little time #seriously though #send help

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streamafterlaughter · 2 years

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New Kid

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Chapter XIV: Holiday Cheer

masterlist | chapter XIII | playlist

warnings/tags: SMUT (minors DNI!), handcuffs, stoplight system, soft!dom eddie, switch!reader, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap that shit like a xmas present!!!), eddie munson x gn!afab!reader, mentions of broken families, minor angst, lots of sweet fluff, a warm fuzzy holiday chapter just in time for xmas!

a/n: Here it is, folks. The last installment of New Kid (well, before i write the epilogue.) I really am so grateful to everyone that’s been reading along,and all the sweet messages i’ve received these past months when i publish new chapters. this isn’t over! i’m coming back with an angsty vengeance! i hope this holds you over til then, though. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and mean the world. happy holidays, friends! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Your POV

(smut)

“So, I did kind of plan a second gift.” Eddie muses as you pull him into your room, closing the door behind him. “Something you’d mentioned, and something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since you did.” From his back pocket, he pulls out the pair of handcuffs he’d had hanging on his wall. He watches your eyes widen as your face turns bright red. “If you’re down, of course.” He shrugs, almost concealing his own excitement.

You blink up at him, and he watches your face for an answer. He’s nervous too, it’s not something he’s ever done with someone, but he spent a few nights researching how to safely use bondage with you, because the last thing he wants to do is scare or hurt you. “I, um,” You clear your throat, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m definitely down.”

“Are you sure? Or are you just saying that because I suggested it?”

“No, I’m sure. I’m the one that brought it up, originally. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, you’re not the only one. If you’d have told fifteen year old Eddie he’d be asked to handcuff someone to a bed he’d probably burst into fuckin’ flames. But I got you, okay? We can stop whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“And what word should I say?”

Eddie pauses, cocking an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Like, a safe word. What should our safe word be?”

Eddie ponders this thought for a second, flipping through his brain to come up with something. “We can use the stop light system?”

“I’m sure I can assume what that is, but tell me just in case.”

“It’s pretty self explanatory. Green means good, yellow means slow down, red means stop.”

You nod, eager to get going already. In response, Eddie cups your face in his hand, cooling your flushed skin as he kisses you, softly at first, then opens your lips inviting his tongue to tangle with yours. He pushes you onto your bed, where you lay flat on your back to watch him. Eddie takes the handcuffs from his belt loop, and you bring your arms above your head. Your heart races in your chest as the cuffs click around your wrists, linking them together, freezing against your hot skin. You’re locked into place, the chain weaved through the bars of your bed frame. “How are you doing?” Eddie asks between soft kisses placed on your cheeks, your jaw, your neck.

“Green. So green.” You don’t care how desperate it sounds, your voice low and sultry, letting the mood take full control over you. He gives you a smirk, and moves to the waistband of your jeans, where he unbuttons them before tugging them to your ankles. The cuffs clink against the frame, and you can’t help but giggle at your own struggle. Eddie starts back up your leg, leaving hungry kisses every few inches. He moves slowly, like he’s taunting you, knowing you cant inch closer to him, leaving marks along your inner thighs as you squirm under him, doing everything you can to get him where you need him.

Eddie chuckles lowley at your frustration. “Patience, baby, I’m gonna take my time.” He glances up at you, and you can only imagine what you must look like already: hair tangling underneath you, a desperate lust in your eyes. “You look so pretty like this, so fucking needy for me.” He bites his bottom lip and you whine in response, feeling the wetness in your panties worsen as he speaks.

He plants a kiss on your clothed pussy, not enough friction to release you, but enough to roll your hips toward him, begging Eddie to touch you. He travels up your body further, taking the waistband of your panties between his teeth and dragging them down your legs. “Ill be keeping these.” He says as he peels the fabric from your ankles, tucking them into his back pocket. Eddie then pushes your feet toward you, bending your legs before settling between them again. “How are you?” He inquires, resting his chin in his hand as he looks up between your legs.

“Green!” You practically shout, desperate now for him to keep going.

“Promise?”

“Yes! I promise, Eddie, please.” Your voice breaks as you beg, and he only laughs at you again. It’s not malicious, more like he’s entertained by you. He spreads your legs further, taking in the sight of you on display for him. Finally, after what feels like hours of merciless teasing, he dips his head down, and slides his tongue between your folds, pulling a groan from deep within you. Your first instinct is to reach for his head, to grab his hair and pull as hard as you can, but the handcuffs clank against your bed frame again, holding your arms in place above your head.

Eddie moves slowly, taking his time as if your pussy is a five star meal and he’s been starving for weeks. He focuses in on your clit, swirling his tongue on the sensitive bud as you writhe above him, a fire churning in your belly. Sensing your distress, Eddie relieves the tension you’ve built, sliding a finger through your folds to work with his tongue. You moan loudly as he pushes into you, half to drown out the embarrassing noises coming from below you. Eddie sucks softly on your clit as you grind against his face, his free hand roaming to grip your waist. Your walls clench around his thick finger, and he responds by adding a second to stretch you further.

It’s at this point that you take advantage of your free lower limbs, throwing your legs over Eddie’s shoulders, allowing him deeper access. He curls his fingers, and you clench your walls around them as he hits that sweet spot. “Fuck! Fuck!” You turn your head into your raised arm, sinking your teeth into your own flesh to halt your screams from waking your parents. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, whose pace actually slows!

“You alright, angel?” He rasps, just above a whisper.

“I am past alright. Green. Extra green. Please, baby,” You’re begging again, but you’re past the point of being embarrassed by it. Eddie obliges, resuming his movements, and you tighten around his fingers again until the knot unfurls completely, blinding you with pleasure. The wet sounds beneath you are unabashed, Eddie carrying you through the waves of your orgasm until you collapse into the mattress, your legs dead weight on top of him.

“I think I just met god.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, and you wince as you feel Eddie’s gaze on you.

“God had nothing to do with any of what just happened.”

You cackle, and Eddie pushes himself off your bed and tiptoes out of your room, leaving you alone, naked, and handcuffed to your bed. How did we get here?

Eddie’s POV

He rushes to the bathroom, as quietly as he can, wetting a face cloth with cool water. He bumps against the counter and winces, feeling the hardness in his pants. He’d never done something like that before, and it both enchanted and terrified him that you’d wanted to.

“Eddie?” Your voice is sweet and tired, his favorite sound.

“Hmm?” He muses dreamily, wringing out the face cloth. He exits your bathroom and leans against the door frame, basking in your glow. Your skin shines with sweat, your legs bent at the knee as your chest heaves with each breath. Eddie’s cock twitches in his pants, as if to beg for assistance.

“You wanna come unlock these?” You giggle at his spaced out smile. “Maybe I could help you out there.” You nod toward his crotch. “If ya want.”

Eddie chuckles at your notion, and approaches your bed, perching on the side and unlocking your confines. He frowns when he watches you rub your wrists. “Were they too tight?”

You giggle, and he blushes. “No, I just see people in TV shows do that when they get handcuffs off.” You rest your hand on his cheek, and he tilts into your grasp to kiss your palm, then leans you gently back into the pillows.

“Lemme clean you up a little.” Eddie takes the towel and wipes you down, paying extra mind between your legs and your stomach. He takes the opportunity to look at your body, admiring every curve, scar, freckle, and hair on it. He feels your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp gently, leaving a buzz through his brain.

Once he’s finished, Eddie tosses the towel into your hamper. When he turns around to face you, you’re sitting on the end of your bed, your hair pulled into a high ponytail. “C’mere.” It’s a command, and Eddie’s pulled into you. Your fingers go to work undoing his belt, and he takes the opportunity to remove his shirt, losing it to the clutter of your bedroom floor.

Your POV

You feel Eddie’s eyes on you as you yank his jeans down to his ankles, and you chance a look up to him. He gazes at you with wide eyes, pupils consuming them, blissed out already. It gives you a surge of confidence, and you tug his boxers down more slowly, sending him a teasing smirk. You take your time, kissing up his legs as he sways above you, his breathing ragged. When you’ve reached his pelvis, you feel his fingers in your hair. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a giggle, loving how desperate he is for you.

You take a breath, steadying yourself, and take him in your hand. Immediately, Eddie jerks forward, grunting at the contact. You slide your hand down his shaft, and lick a circle around the head, now leaking pre cum. Eddie’s breathing hitches, and you take him further into your mouth, opening your throat to accommodate his size. When you open your eyes again, Eddie’s neck is craned, head thrown back with his eyes closed and mouth hanging open. You bob your head faster, and his grip on your scalp tightens, clawing through your hair like a lifeline. You feel his hips snap toward you, staggered at first before finding a rhythm. When he looks back down to you, he moans unabashedly, taking in the sight of you covered in drool and tears, his cock stuck deep in your throat.

Just when Eddie’s about to pull out, you take him out of your mouth with a loud smack, and continue the job with your hand. You kiss down the length of him as he twitches in your hand, and finally take his balls in your mouth. “I’m g- gonna, fuck—“ Eddie stutters, his legs weakening as he shoots his load in your hand, and it drips down his shaft, some even managing to get your hair. “Oh, shit, fuck, christ.” Eddie shakes above you as he comes down, and you’re careful not to move too fast taking him out of your mouth.

Climbing to your feet, you examine your boyfriend like he’s the first person you’ve ever seen. He does the same, and when his eyes land on your head, his brow furrows. “Oh, god, your hair. I’m so sorry, babe, you have cum in your hair.” He's flushed, more so than he was before noticing.

Your hand flies to your head, and when you feel the sticky substance, you snort out a laugh. “Oh, that’s awesome, thank you for such a sweet gift, my love.” You continue laughing, and Eddie joins you. “Should I take care of this now, or should I even bother?” You tilt your head in question, and instead of responding he grabs your hand, pulling you into his body once more. You can feel him against your thigh, already hard again just by touching your naked skin. You move to climb the bed, but he stops you.

“I have one more thing I wanna try. If you want.”

You think about it, what more could he possibly have in mind? “Lay it on me.”

“Can you lie on your stomach for me?” He asks, suddenly shy. You oblige, pressing your stomach to the mattress. Eddie follows you, straddling your lower back as he reaches once more for the handcuffs on the bedside table. Your heart leaps in your chest. “How are you doing?”

You stall a second. You’ve never done this before. “Yellow.” You cringe to yourself, afraid of hurting his feelings.

Eddie doesn’t skip a beat, swinging his leg back over your body, and discarding the cuffs on the floor. “What’s up, love?”

You turn your head to face him, and he’s kneeled beside your bed, arms resting on the mattress. “Just, I’ve never been in this, uh, position before. I don’t think I wanna wear them for my first time doing… that.” You hide behind your hand as you continue. “I trust you, I’m sorry, I’m being dramatic.”

Eddie tugs your wrist, unmasking your bright red face. “Hey, listen. I’m not taking it personally. We don’t have to do that right now, or ever! I’m not hurt, I promise. I'd be more hurt if you thought you had to do it.”

He’s earnest, and you melt at the way he’s looking at you, like you’re glowing, bathed in a golden light only he can see. “We can still. Do that, I mean. Just maybe not while I’m shackled?”

He chuckles softly, nodding his head. “We can do whatever you want, darlin.’ I’m in no rush to be anywhere.”

You lean forward, and he meets your lips halfway. When you pull from him, you reposition yourself on your stomach, this time lifting your hips into the air, and prop yourself up on your elbows. Eddie takes this cue to settle behind you, and he freezes to take in the view.

—

Eddie’s POV

You’re fully exposed in front of him, the slope of your back leading right to the mounds of your ass, presented in front of him begging for his touch. He takes a sharp breath in, doing mental gymnastics to stop himself from bursting a second load right there, knowing you deserve just as much of a payoff. Eddie leans forward, and takes a fist full of your hair, using it to steady himself. He lines up with your entrance, and slowly sinks into your soaking pussy.

The sounds are vile, or they would be if they weren’t turning him on so much. You moan as he settles further in, his cock twitching once eagerly inside you, earning another guttural sound echoing from your mouth. When you push your ass further into him, he has to physically restrain himself from cumming. His free hand grips your hip, his nails digging into your soft skin as he moves again, taking control of his movements and yours. He groans as you clench around him, his back hunching over, his chest now flush against your back. He lets go of your hair, moving his hand around to cup your tit, taking your nipple between two fingers. He mouths at your neck, shiny with a layer of sweat, and sucks a fat bruise into the hollow of your throat. Eddie closes his eyes, relishing in the sounds coming from your mouth, as well as the wet noises between you both. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he moves with more determination. His hand travels to your clit, rubbing fierce circles on the bud as you thrust yourself further onto his cock.

Eddie can tell you’re close, so he figures now’s the time to go all in. He moves your hair off your neck before moving to whisper in your ear. “Make a mess, baby, I want you to come all over me, okay? I wanna hear how wet I make you.”

“God, Eddie, your cock feels so good. I’m gonna cum, baby, I want you to come with me. Wanna make you feel good.”

Eddie’s hips snap into you again, and you clench around him, causing his rhythm to stutter. You shake beneath him, your legs losing strength as he continues his fingers on your clit. Finally, Eddie’s head drops into your shoulder, and he lets out a low growl as he comes, coating your throbbing walls with his hot seed. He lets his weight drop onto you, flattening you back onto your stomach as you both heave exhausted breaths.

—

Your POV

“Hey, pst, Eds.” You whisper, and he shifts to bury his nose in your neck.

“Mm?”

“You wanna get off of me?” You giggle and he doesn’t move. “Baby?”

He snores in response, one that lets you know he’s still awake, but doesn’t plan on moving. You wriggle underneath him, shaking both of you as well as the bed.

Finally, he gives up the charade and rolls onto the mattress, your sweaty skin peeling from his own. He rests his arm behind his head, and you take the invitation to snuggle into him. “Green.” You mumble, tracing circles on his chest as he continues catching his breath.

“Emerald, even. Radioactive.” His hand lands in your hair, but recoils again when he touches the sticky chunk plastered to your cheek. “Oh, god, baby I’m so sorry. That’s so—”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off. “Nothing about sex with you will ever turn me off.”

“You’re still gonna wanna get that out of there.” He meets your gaze, a small smile on his lips. “You wanna shower?”

You nod. “Care to join me?”

—

(smut end)

You rise early the next morning, the sun shining through the slits in your curtains. Eddie is snoring peacefully next to you, his arm draped around your middle, keeping you in place. After planting a kiss on his forehead, you peel his arm off of your torso, and scoot off the side of the bed.

Christmas Eve is your family’s big day. The small family you do have fly in from all over, and moving to Indiana isn’t going to change that. You can already hear your grandmother’s rasp in the living room, and you feel the weight in your chest begin to crush you.

From your closet, you yank your family approved Christmas attire: a red velvet dress that lands at your knees, with fuzzy white cuffs on the collar. You drape it over your desk chair, and plop yourself down in front of the vanity to make yourself presentable. Makeup is supposed to be fun, but every time you wear it for your family, your spirit dies a little, knowing what they’d say if you’d done it how you like it. You apply a soft blush to your cheeks, a gloss to your lips, and mascara to your eyes. You forego the heavy eyeliner and dramatic eyeshadow, sighing as you brush your hair down flat.

The noises of Eddie stirring from sleep catch your attention, and you move from your desk to sit next to him on the bed. His eyes crack open, meeting your gaze as a big grin paints his face. “Am I being blessed by the Christmas Angel? Was I really that good this year?” He rasps, shifting to get a better look at you.

You roll your eyes, backhanding him lightly in the chest. “Actually, you’ve been incredibly naughty. Claus himself wanted to scold you, but I promised I’d make you pay.” You snicker. He responds by throwing his arms around your neck, pulling you into his naked chest. You giggle loudly before an abrupt stop, causing him to pull away, raising an eyebrow at you.

“My grandmother’s already here. You’ll have to sneak out the window.”

Eddie’s face contorts in confusion. “I thought your parents didn’t mind me sleeping over?”

“They don’t. But she will, and I’m trying to save you, myself, and my parents from her scolding. Go home, get ready, tell Wayne. I’ll see you for dinner.” You place a peck on his nose and attempt to get up, but he pulls you back onto the mattress.

“I’m gonna need more than that to motivate me.” You oblige, connecting your lips to his, letting him fully control the kiss. “Okay!” he exclaims, releasing you, “I’ll see you later, love. Good luck out there.” He rolls off the bed and tugs his clothes on, and you leave him to it, closing the door behind you.

—

You hear the van peel out of your driveway as you reach the kitchen, cringing at your oblivion to just how loud that fucking car is. “Good morning, my beautiful family. Nice to see you, gram.” You approach her, and she wraps her wrinkly arms around your middle.

“Lovely to see you, darling. Merry Christmas.”

You walk over to your parents in the kitchen, preparing desserts and side dishes as the ham cooks in the oven. “I invited Eddie and Wayne for dinner. Hope that’s alright.”

“Of course, kiddo. I’ll try to make sure she behaves.” Your father nods his head towards his mom. “No storming off, though. No matter how badly you want to.”

You nod, face blushing with the embarrassment of last time. “I’ll try my darndest.” You get to work helping your mom mash the potatoes.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Hey, Wayne?” Eddie enters the trailer, the gust of wind chilling the entryway before he’s able to slam the screen shut.

“Happy holidays, son. Which movie are we watching first?” Eddie and Wayne usually spend Christmas Eve binging campy Christmas movies, every so often cleansing their palate with a horror flick.

“Actually,” He hesitates. Christmas has been rough for both of them since being exiled from the family. He’s not even sure if Wayne will want to go to dinner. “We got invited to Y/n’s house for dinner tonight.”

Wayne turns to meet his nephew’s eyes, his expression softening when he reads Eddie’s. “Do you wanna go?”

Eddie nods. “I do. I really do, but not if you don’t.”

“Of course I’ll go. Sure we’re not intruding?”

Eddie chuckles. “No, actually, I’m not sure at all. Guess we’ll find out. Can I borrow a dress shirt?”

It’s Wayne’s turn to laugh. “Of course, kid. Whatever you need. I’ll get the stuff for Munson’s mac and cheese to bring.”

Eddie nods, closing his bedroom door behind him.

—

Your POV

It’s noon when your family starts piling into your living room. Your cousins, aging from three to sixteen, chase your uncle around the living room, while your aunt converses with your mother about the joys of a new home. You’re pacing in the kitchen, sneaking rum into your eggnog, when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” You practically shout, speed walking to the door and opening it to your boyfriend and his uncle. Eddie’s wearing a blue collared shirt tucked into black dress pants, and Wayne is in a polo shirt and jeans, a work jacket over top. Eddie’s holding a platter in his hands, and you can already smell the mac and cheese inside. You take the plate from him in one hand, and place a kiss on his cheek. “Happy holidays!” You say cheerfully, your host-esque demeanor not letting up even for them.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Wayne says, and you give him a one armed hug before moving to let them in.

“Whoa.” It comes from behind you, and you pivot, coming face to face with your cousin, Julie. She’s years younger than you, fourteen, but you’ve always gotten along. You’re the reason she listens to Black Sabbath, and an even bigger reason your aunt isn’t a fan of yours. “Who’s that?!” She whispers, referring to Eddie, her face beet red.

You laugh at her shyness, thinking it’s adorable how obvious her crush already is. “That’s my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Her expression lightens. “Your boyfriend?! He’s so cute! Good job.” She peers around you to catch another glimpse, and you follow her stare. Eddie’s shaking hands with your uncle, who’s blabbing enthusiastically about god knows what.

“Yeah, I did pretty good, huh.” You muse, more to yourself. “You wanna meet him?”

Julie looks back to you, nerves visible on her face. She nods eagerly. You place the pasta on the counter and remove the foil, then take your cousin’s hand in yours.

—

Eddie’s POV

You’re approaching him, and he takes you in fully. The velvet dress suits you well, hugging the curves of your body, and flowing around your legs as you walk. Next to you is a small girl, wearing a black t-shirt and flannel with ripped blue jeans. Her brown hair is short, landing just above her ears in a pixie cut, and her face is a blushing pink.

“Hi, beautiful.” He greets you, wrapping a hand around your waist.

“Hi, baby. I want you to meet my cousin. Julie, this is Eddie, he plays guitar in a metal band. And, he’s a dungeon master.”

The girl’s eyes widen as you speak, and Eddie can’t help his heart aching. This girl must be about Dustin’s age, shy and awkward as he remembers his own freshman year being. He extends a hand to her. “Nice to meet you, Julie.”

She takes his hand in Eddie’s, shaking it once. “Nice to meet you. I uh, I like your hair.”

Eddie opted to wear his hair down tonight, despite knowing it will probably anger your grandmother. He didn’t feel like himself with it up, only ever wearing it like that when he’s too hot, or if Wayne needs his car fixed. “Thanks, kiddo! I like yours, too.”

Julie’s expression brightens when he says that, and it hurts a little. She probably doesn’t get a lot of compliments on it. He can see why you wanted her to meet him.

It’s then that your grandmother chooses to make her appearance, approaching the three of you with a signature sour face. “I’m surprised to see you here, Edward. Figured I’d scared you off.”

Eddie doesn’t know whether to laugh, so he looks at you, and you can only shrug. “Nice to see you again, Mrs. L/n.” He extends a hand to your grandmother, and she shakes it once before walking away.

“Can I call that a win?” He asks you, still confused.

“I think so?”

—

Your POV

Your family gathers in the kitchen to exchange gifts. Your parents shock you when they hand both Eddie and Wayne small boxes. Inside Eddie’s is a note that he reads to himself, and a silver ring with a ram skull welded to it. Wayne receives a mug for his wall, a bright yellow smiley face painted on it. Eddie hands your parents two small gift bags. Your mom opens hers to a vanilla scented candle, a smell you know she loves, and your dad receives a Pink Floyd tape. You had no clue Eddie had gotten your parents gifts, let alone gifts they’ll actually enjoy.

You receive a few records from your parents, but it’s a necklace from your grandmother that sits with you. Usually, she gives you a dress, or a new lipstick, or even hair clips that you eventually discard when enough time has passed. The necklace, though, is a thin silver chain with a tree pendant that sparkles when it catches the light. It’s perfect. “Thank you, Grammy.” Tears well in your eyes as you lean over to hug her, and she actually hugs you back.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” She squeezes you before letting you go. “I am sorry about how I acted. Eddie’s a nice man, and you’re a smart, um, person.” You smile at her attempt to be inclusive. “I’m just glad you’re happy.”

“I am, I really am. Thank you.” You kiss her cheek, and watch your cousins open the gifts from their grandmother, tearing the wrapping paper off aggressively.

—

“Dinner!” Your mom calls from the kitchen, and your family makes its way to her to build their plates.

“Hey,” You hear from behind you, and it’s Wayne, a plate and fork in his hand.

“Hi!” You greet. You’ve never really had a conversation with him, but you desperately want to know the man that raised such a good one himself.

“Thank you again, for inviting us. Christmas is hard for Eddie. For both of us, really. It’s been difficult for me to give him everything he wants, even though I want to. I’ve never seen him this happy, not since meeting you. I really think you saved his life.”

You can feel the tears in your eyes as he speaks, your heart aching in your chest for your boyfriend, the sweetest boy you know, suffering through the holidays. “He makes me so happy. I’m glad the feeling is mutual.”

Wayne gives you a small smile and nods, turning back to the food trays in front of you and helping himself to some ham.

You and Eddie take your seats at the table, and the rest of your family make themselves comfortable in their respective seats. Your grandmother sits at the head, where her husband used to sit, and your father in her normal space to the left. She clears her throat as your family settles, and all eyes are on her. “Happy holidays, everyone,” she starts, eyes scanning around the table at her children and grandchildren. “This is our first year without Gilbert, and it’s been awfully hard for me. Seeing all of your faces, as well as some new ones,” her eyes land on Wayne, then Eddie, “has warmed my heart. I know I am intense, I can even be cold. But I love you all, even if you did corrupt my son,” She winks at your mother, “Or steal away my daughter,” She looks to your uncle, “Or even seduce my grandchild,” She smirks at Eddie, “I am still so glad to have you here today. Here’s to many more.” She raises her wine glass, cueing everyone to follow suit. Glasses clink as shouts of “Be merry!” and “Happy holidays!” echo through the room. You reach for Eddie’s hand under the table and squeeze. He squeezes back, wearing a big grin.

—

“Thank you for coming! Drive safe, and call us when you get to your hotels!” Your mother calls from the front door as your family members file out. Wayne follows them, thanking your mother once again at the door. “Kick him out any time, by the way. Don’t let him mooch too long.” Your mom giggles in response.

“You’re both welcome, any time.” She says, and your father gives him a wave from the kitchen.

You and Eddie are draped on the couch, your legs in his lap as you sip hot cocoa with Rudolph playing quietly behind you. Your parents finish cleaning the dishes, talking quietly to each other as you snuggle up to Eddie.

“Hi.” You look up at him, his eyes glued to the TV before he snaps his attention to you.

“Hi, pretty.” He whispers, and plants a kiss on your forehead. “You have a good day?”

You nod, and you really mean it. “I was so nervous. That went surprisingly well.”

Eddie chuckles at you, and nods in agreement. “I was too. I really thought your grandmother was gonna rip my balls off.”

It pulls a cackle from your throat. “I wouldn’t put it past her. But seriously, thank you. For everything, really. I’ve moved so many times before, but leaving the state was really hard. You made my transition so much easier. You make me feel so wanted. I love you.” You’ve said it all before, but the warmth of the holidays is making you sentimental.

Eddie blushes, his eyes glazing over. “Thank you for letting me in. I didn’t think I had a chance. But I've never been so comfortable, so happy with someone before. I love you too, so much.” He leans in and connects your lips to his, cradling your head in his hands as you deepen the kiss. When you break the kiss, he looks to the ceiling to see the mistletoe dangling above your heads. He can’t help but snort out a laugh before kissing you again.

—-

ONE WEEK LATER

December 31, 1985

Your POV

“Alright! Lemme see!” Robin claps her hands together as she and Nancy wait on your bed. You emerge from the bathroom, in a glittering black pantsuit, a deep v-neck plunging toward your belly button. Your hair is down, fluffed up by your hair dryer, and your boots are chunky white heels. You look like a disco dancer and you’re obsessed.

Nancy’s jaw drops. “Show stopping. Absolutely incredible!” She squeals, and you giggle, giving them a spin for the full effect. Robin is wearing red leather pants and a tight black halter top, and Nancy’s dawned a cropped t-shirt and flowing mesh skirt. The three of you are already buzzed when you hear the honk of Eddie’s van outside.

“Bye, parents! See you next year!” You call, knowing your parents are going out tonight as well.

“Bye, honey! Be safe!”

Steve gives you the front seat, crawling over the console to sit between Robin and Jonathan. “You look fuckin’ hot, babe.” Eddie’s absorbing you with his gaze, and you feel warm under his stare.

“You’re lookin pretty good yourself, stud.” Eddie’s in a black button down shirt and tight jeans, his leather jacket draped over top, and his pick dangling on his chest. With his normal set of rings sits the one your mother gave him, and you smile when you see it.

“Alright, nerds, time to party!” Eddie backs out of your driveway, tires skidding on the icy cement.

—

Eddie’s POV

He pulls into The Hideout, parking as close as he can manage with all the cars crowding the parking lot. It’s New Year’s Eve, one of their busiest nights of the year. They’d posted flyers teasing a show tonight, and he refused to miss the opportunity.

“Do we know who’s playing yet?” Steve questions, draping an arm over Robin’s shoulder.

Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, they go on a bit before midnight. Rumor has it they’re pretty popular. I’m not getting my hopes up, though.” He has his own theories of who it could be, but every band he can think of makes no logical sense.

Eddie throws the double doors to the club open, wafting the warm air over everyone. People are bumping and grinding against each other, drinks in their hands as loud music blares over the speakers. Eddie takes hold of you, dragging you to the bar immediately. “Shirley?” He doesn’t have to ask, he knows they’re your favorite. You nod, and he orders for you, and a whiskey for himself. When you return to your table, Steve and Robin are having an animated discussion.

“Y/n, Eddie, can you tell Robin that resolutions are useless, please?” He gulps down his drink, taking a break from his rant.

“They’re not! They give you something to work towards! It’s good to have goals, Steve.”

“It’s not that I don’t have goals! But waiting until the last possible day of the year to claim you do is stupid!”

“I dunno,” You shrug, and Eddie turns his attention to you. “It’s nice to have goals, but I get what you’re saying. I think resolutions make sense if they’re actually attainable. Most people don’t really think that part through.”

“Can you give me an example of a realistically reachable resolution?”

You shrug, and look at your boyfriend. “Eddie graduating this year is an attainable goal.” You state simply, and Eddie blushes as he takes another swig of his drink. “Unattainable would be, like, Steve finding a girlfriend that isn’t insanely shallow.” You giggle, and Eddie bursts into a cackle with the rest of your friends as Steve chugs his beer, rolling his eyes. You offer an apology, resting your hand on top of Steve’s. “I don’t mean that for real, man, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, laughing with you. “No, no it was funny. I’ll remember that one, though.”

—

Your POV

“Okay, enough existential talk, huh? Midnight’s in ten minutes, let’s dance!” You scoot out of the booth, tugging Eddie behind you. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy follow you, taking their places in the crowd near the stage. As Baba O’Reily fades, the MC takes the stage, clearing his throat to get the crowd’s attention.

“Hello, fellow freaks!” He shouts, and the crowd erupts in hoots and hollers. “We have some very special guests here to help us ring in the new year! Please, give it up, for Minor Threat!”

Your heart stops, and your jaw might as well be on the floor. Your favorite band, here?! In Hawkins? You perch on your toes to speak in Eddie’s ear. “Did you know?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No clue! How awesome is this, though?!” He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your stomach, swaying to the music.

We're not the first, hope we're not the last

'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash

The time is so little, the time belongs to us

Why is everybody in such a fucking rush?

Make do with what you have

Take what you can get

Pay no mind to us

We're just a minor threat

The first song ends, and it’s 11:59. The crowd, and the band, start counting down.

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Noise makers sound off, drinks are poured, and people are kissing. Robin plants a small kiss on Steve’s cheek, Jonathan leans into Nancy, sweeping her into a kiss, and Eddie looks at you with longing eyes.

“Happy new year, baby.” You say, feeling like you’re the only two in the crowded bar.

“‘86, baby. It’s our year.” He leans into you, and you meet him halfway, crushing his lips in an eager kiss. It’s your year. Both of yours. And there’s no one else you’d rather spend it with.

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THE END!

Epilogue coming soon

taglist: @children-of-the-grave @five-bi-five @wiildflower-xxx @beebeerockknot @champagne-glamour @xxgothwhorexx

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nopointic · 2 years

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there were so many problems wrong with bullet train and years ago i would have made a long ass post, but i'm gonna sum it up with this.

i watched the movie.

came to this hellsite and put in bullet train in the search bar

and 95% of the fan content centers on the white guy

when the cast had several non white actors who were fucking AMAZING.

i've been on tumblr since 2010. and watching people on this site praise each other for not being openly fucked up like twitter now due to musk owning it and letting white supremacy run rampant, has been wild. i'm like how quick to forget where it all started huh. how so many black artists were run off this site due to antiblackness but now it's BUY THE BLUE CHECK MARK TUMBLR IS TRYING.

no. they're absolutely not. they never have. they have always done the bare minimum and white users have always praised them for it. peak white privilege.

tumblr has literally always been a hub for antiblackness and anti people of color since the very beginning, and white tumblr users like to pride themselves for their snark on here which is mostly misused AAVE and making fun of black people.

like?? tumblr sat at the very table of the birth of a lot of these fascists you see NOW getting called out and y'all swear up and down oh it's just quirky memes over here and you gotta just prune your dash to see the content you wanna see.

funny how the content always centers on leaving black people out, and when we engage with the fandom, we're always told we're overreacting for seeing stereotypes and how y'all demonize or just straight up ignore the FEW black characters or actors we see.

can't forget the good old fashioned colorism of white tumblr users. can draw every fucking character but here comes the black character and they're drawn either 10x darker and aggressive looking or lightened completely. and then the crying when called out. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRAW BLACK PEOPLE. I DIDN'T KNOW! but you literally drew several fantasy characters in a fantasy world, but the black person was too much to learn? ok.

y'all can buy the blue check marks. you can buy the ad free version of this, but i'm absolutely not because at the end of the day i know my black ass doesn't matter on this site, never has, never will, and 95% of the fandom content on this site is fucking racist.

but it's always "oh we just gotta give the site and people another chance"

you're happy you get to see white boobs again on here but black users are still flagged immediately for their color for trying the same thing.

it's tiring.

but yeah, tumblr is soooooo much better than twitter.

i mean i guess so cos on twitter i can get called the n word with a hard er with a generic profile pic

at least here i can get called the n word with a hard er with a fandom pic with a pride flag and a link about mutual aid

and y'all swear it's progress.

#tumblr #klandom #bullet train #antiblackness

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 3689

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events were altered to fit the story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Part III

September 8th

7:30 am

Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair, clenching his substantial coffee container to help warm his hands after spending a second, uncomfortable night in his trailer on location.

Vancouver had an unusual cold snap this time of year, and with the covid restrictions, the director decided that everyone would stay on the site until done filming the scenes.

While Jensen wasn’t happy about the weather, missing his two-legged heater, he was also grateful for a brief break from Jared now that they were heading towards the next phase of their lives, starting their family.

Jensen jokingly said they needed a code name since they planned on keeping he, she, or they a secret, even from their families, until birth; Jared, being Jared, was trying out every cartoon from their childhoods.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Frida says as she applies more concealer under his eyes, hiding the darkened skin from not sleeping well.

“Huh?”

“You asked about my new job and haven’t heard anything I’ve said; wanna talk about it?”

“Sorry, just not focusing very well today.”

“Yeah, we’re all feeling out of sorts with this being the last couple of days. Too bad this virus messed everything up. It would’ve been a hell of a send-off if everybody could have been here.”

Jensen couldn’t believe after fifteen years; he had only two days left to be Dean Winchester.

Alex and Misha left after finishing their scenes, but Jim Beaver was back. It was only fitting for Bobby Singer to be there at the end, having been such a pivotal influence in the brothers' lives.

Frida continued chatting about random things while working when a PA stuck their head in calling him to the set.

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen spotted Baby the Impala sitting by the building used for exterior shots of Harvelle's Roadhouse and smiled, knowing she’d officially be his soon.

***

September 12th

“Jay, I’m taking out the bags,” Jared hollers seconds before their apartment's front door slammed shut while Jensen did one last check around for any forgotten anything, satisfied that only a few neatly marked boxes were left to ship back to Texas.

He walked into the living room, stopping to gaze out the picture window when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, molding him against the well-muscled chest of his mate. Tipping his head back as Jared kissed along his neck, he says, “I’m gonna miss this view.”

Jensen hummed in acknowledgment, eventually saying, “we need to get going if we’re gonna make Seattle by seven.” Jared held him for a few heartbeats longer, reluctantly let go, and interlacing their fingers led him to the door.

Jensen paused, turning them again to gaze out the window at their view.

***

September 21st

“This has been a great trip, but man, I’ll be glad to be in our bed tonight,” Jared remarks as they drive past a green highway sign saying Austin 312. “Can’t wait,” Jensen drowsily says, having not slept much the last few days.

They had decided to road trip it back to Texas, stopping at a few places they had wanted to visit for a while. Jared somehow managed to finagle; okay, he played dirty with that mind-numbing blow job that always makes Jensen agree to anything gets him a couple of extra days to camp in southern Colorado.

Jensen enjoyed the beautiful scenery and hiking in the mountains but hated camping. Well, they didn’t technically rough it the way Jared liked but still a friggin yurt in late September?

What he was willing to endure for love.

Jared started singing along to some classic country playing on the radio as they drove through the desert Jensen dropped off.

***

October 23rd

Jared turned from the open fridge with a puzzled expression, sensing the same vague something he’s felt God knows how many times in the last couple of months.

Shutting the door, he walked over to the kitchen island where his husband was seated, pushing his unfinished dinner on his plate.

“Jay, what’s going on? Are you worried about the implantation? Dr. Rodgers said the embryos were healthy and optimistic the surrogate took this first try.”

What Jensen wanted to ask, the question that's been plaguing him since August, but he couldn’t figure out how to phrase without upsetting his husband, flew out, “did you pick that O because you knew that’d be the one I’d choose?”

Slapping his hand over his mouth, Jensens }{ eyes widened, disbelieving he blurted it out.

Jared worked to find a response squeaking an actual squeak before regaining control over his vocal cords, “that’s what I’ve been sensing!”

Jared gripped the edge of the island with his big hands. “Are you seriously wanting to go there again? I was candid when I realized that was the O I reacted to, and you weren’t exactly in full control with her present either, Alpha!”

Jensen's jaw ticked, irritated at being reminded he let his control slip making Jared huff. “So all this time, instead of talking to me, you’ve conjured up some bullshit..”

“I’ve been racking my brains to figure out how to ask the question without upsetting you!” Jensen felt his wolf pace in agitation, get up and match its movement around the kitchen.

“For the past few years, I’ve sensed you felt something missing, kept telling myself it’s because you're biologically unfulfilled, but during that interview, you were all,” Jensen waves his hands a vague gesture, “has I’m second guessing us.”

His mate's physical reaction makes him come to a halt.

Jared’s eyes are glowing red, but the eerie wolf expression, its intensity, disconcerts him.

“I love you, Jensen. You are my mate, husband, my everything, but sometimes you..” Jared leaves whatever he wants to say unfinished. “I thought you understood. In my mind, both of us having pups with the same donor means my offspring won’t be considered a step-relation and will grow up having strong familial ties with JJ, Arrow, and Zep.”

Jensen started to speak when Jared’s low, reverberating growl warned him not to interrupt.

“I consciously listened to my wolf when it came to choosing the person who’s biologically contributing to our children and me,” Jared emphasizes, slapping his chest, ”I have no regrets picking her..but you do.”

Taking a deep breath, he abstractedly says, ”the dogs need to be fed,” and walks away.

Upon the sound of Jared’s SUV leaving, Jensen’s legs gave out, and he dropped to the floor, curling up in a fetal position, and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling Arlo and Koda lay down on each side with him between them.

🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎

Thanksgiving

“The kids are in a tryptophan coma,” Jensen announces as he walks through the kitchen's back door. He had followed Danneel home afterward, helping get JJ and the twins cleaned up and put to bed, “they’ll be out till Monday.”

“Good, 'cause I’m dead on my feet,” Jared yawned while loading the dishwasher. It had been their turn to host the holiday with Dani, the kids, Gavin and his, Clif’s family, Jared’s parents, siblings, and their broods.

“I told you to wait, and I’d help finish cleaning up when I got back,” Jensen said as Jared started the machine.

“I figured you’d wanna stay awhile and be too tired, and I didn’t want to deal with it tomorrow. All that’s left is to put the trash and recycling out. Could you grab it?”

“On it,” Jensen picked up the bags, walked around the side of the house, and dropped them into their designated receptacles.

When he returned, Jared had already switched off the downstairs lights, made his way to their bedroom, and took the first turn in the bath, getting ready for bed.

Jensen was sitting with his back against the headboard, checking his messages, when Jared dropped heavily beside him. “I plan on sleeping for the next three days,” he mutters, resting his head against Jensen’s shoulder.

“Sounds good to me, babe. Glad we didn’t schedule anything extra this weekend. It’ll be nice to spend some alone time,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hmm. Hey, do you remember the last Thanksgiving?”

Jared closed the door, pushing Jensen against it seductively, lowering his fox-slanted eyes, and huskily whispered, “I’m so fucking horny I need my dick in you now!”

“Dude, we're in my sister's kitchen pantry! Anyone could hear..“

“..then you’ll have to be quiet,” Jared dove in for a deep, dirty kiss, grinding against his mate until he was begging to be fucked.

“You’re the one who got us busted..”

“..always so fucking tight...fuck I’m not gonna last.”

“Mac said it sounded like your dick..” Jensen broke off when Jared slowly ran his tongue up the column of his neck and bites on his earlobe softly speaks.

“You gotta admit,” his husband’s huge hand is moving under his sleep shirt, “our sex life,” those long fingers tip-toeing up his smooth, freckled chest teasing his left nipple, ”is never dull,” Jensen moans in response, tipping his head to expose more of his neck to Jared’s wondering lips, enjoying the scratch of his short beard.

“I thought you were sleeping the next three days.”

Jared answers by removing his hand and taking the phone, placing it on the nightstand, then straddling his husband's thick thighs and starts nibbling along the other side of Jensen’s sensitive neck, working his way to his slightly raised claim mark, flattening his tongue and licking it feels Jensen sliding his hands up his back finding a grip in his shortened hair, unhappy about how much he’s cut off for Walker, unable to tangle his thick fingers into the soft tresses like he used to, something that always drives his boy wild.

Finding a purchase, he pulled hard, making Jared gasp, and tugged until his head back was the perfect angle for him to run his tongue across those candy pink lips, teasing the seam for him to open, granting him access and Jensen teased, alternating between caressing Jared’s tongue with his and sucking on his lips.

Moaning, Jared rocks his hips, seeking friction, and breaks their kiss long enough to work Jensens' sleep shirt off, wrestling with it before tossing it off the bed as Jensen’s lips attack his neck desperately.

A signal taps to his thigh, then Jensens rolls them and kneels between his sleep pant-clad legs as Jared, knowing what his mate wants, reaches up to grip the strategically placed bar in their custom headboard with both hands, pecs flexing in anticipation of what’s to come.

Not breaking eye contact, Jensen bends forward, stopping a hair's breadth from Jared’s lips, and slowly slides backward, caressing the acres of golden skin beneath him using only his warm breath, paused to hook his fingers in the pants waistband pulling them with him as he continues journeying south.

He slowly makes his way back, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses along those extra long, muscular legs he loves, sucking on the inside of both thighs and biting down hard enough to leave marks before arriving at his designated stop. He hasn’t touched Jared’s beautiful cock, yet it’s fully engorged and vigorously leaking on his flat stomach.

Jensen ran his tongue over the quivering skin, lapping up precome. He loved how sweeter than salty Jared tasted made him roll his hips, rubbing Jensen’s teasing tongue along his dribbling slit, wanting those plump lips wrapped around his velvety cockhead. Taking the hint, Jensen rests his head on Jared’s lower stomach and sucks on it.

Jared wants to let go of the bar but doesn’t. Instead makes nonsensical noises as his toes curl up at the mixed sensations of his mates' silky beard tickling his lower regions while suckling on his cockhead, alternately swirling his tongue over the sensitive nerves underneath and through his slit.

After all these years, Jared’s still amazed at Jensen’s knowledge of his body and his ability to keep him on edge for however long he’s in the mood to play.

“Jen..pleeeease..need to cum..fu..need it so fucking..ugh...fuuuckk...Alpha!”

Raising on a forearm, Jensen starts bobbing up and down his shaft, pausing on each low pass to work his throat open, taking Jared further in until his mate's substantial cockhead is in his throat swallows, and Jared’s knot begins inflating, pushing his mouth open wider and cuts off his breathing.

Letting the knot pop out from between his plump lips, Jensen wraps a hand firmly around it and starts vigorously bobbing, drawing out a litany of obscene noises, feels Jared’s balls drawing up and backs off till only the head in his mouth fills it with sweet, thick nectar swallows hears Jared hiss, too sensitive for anymore pulls off kissing the tip one last time. With enough energy, he crawls up the bed, faceplants on his pillow.

“Dude, you’ve finally sucked out my last brain cell.”

Purring deep in his chest, Jensen turns, giving Jared a self-satisfied smirk that made him mutter, “I wasn’t trying to give you a bigger head.”

Rolling onto his side Jensen displays his turgid cock, “okay, he’s the bigger head,” Jared concedes, reaching down runs his fingers over the weeping tip to wet them before firmly gripping Jensen’s pulsing thickness, hand rubbing up and down excruciatingly slow.

“So,” his honeyed voice lowers an octave while watching Jensen dissolve into a breathy mess, “how does he want me?”

Jensen opens his mouth to answer when a ringing phone makes him growl and, glancing over his shoulder, says, “Not mine.”

“It’s the clinic. Why would they call us on a holiday?”Jared let go of Jensen's cock and sat up against the headboard listening before his wondrous smile appeared.

“Our surrogate is pregnant!”

Jared practically bounced on the bed like a kid on a sugar high and began discussing what came next. Jensen feels his erection diminish, gets up, heads into the bath, turns on the shower, and leans against a wall, forehead resting on crossed arms and letting the hot water flow over his back.

He knows he should be elated-his mate has hopefully sired a pup (or pups), and the possibility of propagating himself again.

Instead, he’s seized up in conflict.

***

After that god-awful argument last October, he ended up at Josh’s. His brother confessed his mate, and he was seeing a counselor because they were having marital issues, too, and spent the night drinking and reflecting. The following day Jensen came home to an angry because he didn’t know where the fuck he was all night, husband.

After telling him about his talk with his brother, Jared seemed somewhat mollified but a few nights later.

Walker star Jared Padalecki was arrested near the anniversary of the Stereotype bar altercation.

· Jared Padalecki was arrested again in Austin, Texas, early Sunday morning on one count of public intoxication.

When he got released, Jared sat Jensen down, pleading with him to sit in on his next therapy session, saying they couldn’t keep going on like this; it was tearing him apart. He wants..no..needs Jensen to completely open up, stop trying to protect him, and discuss what’s happening in his head.

Jared’s therapist started by informing them he wasn’t a marriage counselor. Still, after a discussion with Jared, they knew the situation had an apparent detrimental impact on his mental health.

They listened to them separately, then together, about their observations and thoughts on each other’s behaviors and came up with a hypothesis: Jared’s inner wolf had an attraction to this Omega they’d encountered, and since this was the first time he’d shown interest to any female since mating, Jensen, and his wolf, was envious.

Jensen outright objected, pointing out that yes, he could be possessive of Jared as any other mate would, and yes, he also found her attractive because, well, okay, she’s more his preference of a female but was most definitely not envious since they prefer different types, look at their ex-wives.

The therapist raised an eyebrow and said, “not anymore.”

Jensen opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find an appropriate response, said something about motherfucking psycho-babble, and slammed out the front door.

***

Lost in thought, Jensen didn’t notice his husband stepping into the shower stall until his considerable frame was blocking the water turns and found himself leaning against the wall trapped between Jared’s large hands as he gazed into his spring-colored eyes that captured his mate's heart the moment their eyes met years ago.

“Hey, no matter what happens next, we’re good.”

***

December 16th

Jared was sitting in his chair chatting with Lindsey and Keegan while the crew was finishing setting up for the next scene and felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t recognize the number but excused himself to answer privately. There was visible tension in the big Alpha's shoulders that caught his co-stars' attention.

“Hey, everything okay?” Lindsay asked

“Umm...I’m not sure. Need to make another call,” Jared said, waving the phone, “let us know if you need anything, okay.” Keegan says, and Jared nods while pulling up another number. “Hey, Clif, I need a favor.”

***

Clif pulled the SUV into the parking lot of the old motel in a questionable, rundown area of Austin while Jared looked around and asked, “are you sure this is the right place?”

“This is the place the guy mentioned,” Clif replied, getting out and heading for the office. A couple of minutes later, “the manager said to try the laundry out back,” started the vehicle, drove to the rear of the property, got out again, and knocked on the building's door. An older Hispanic woman answered, engaging him in a brief conversation before stepping back inside.

Clif nodded to Jared, and as he got out of the vehicle, the scent of orange blossoms mixed with spices hit him seconds before the door reopened, and the person they'd spent days searching for froze in the doorway upon seeing him.

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December 22nd

Thanking his driver, Jensen claimed out with his carry-on bag and walked up the front stone pathway, relieved to be home after his hopefully final costume fitting for his role as Soldier Boy.

He had been flying back and forth every week from LA for the last couple of months, had gotten old quickly, and was planning on enjoying Christmas at home.

His in-laws were coming to stay for a few days, as were Danneel and their pups. Josh said he was still planning to drop by a few hours after Christmas Day since he and Mac were scheduled to spend most of the holiday with their parents.

Jensen felt that mixture of anger and sadness he got thinking about his parents. They raised their offspring in the church's beliefs and though he never believed in it, respected their choices.

Too bad they couldn’t reciprocate.

***

Alan and Donna Ackles belonged to an ultra-conservative church that touted the foundations of child-rearing from the book, and in the Ackles household, spare the rod, spoil the child, was a gospel that fit their viewpoints since neither was the physically or emotionally demonstrative type, only offering a reserved affection.

The saving grace of the Ackles children was their Beta nanny, who gave them unconditional love, especially Jensen, who was shy as a child, already knowing he was different from his siblings. The Beta instilled confidence in them to discover who they were and encouraged Jensen to come out before moving to California.

Shortly after graduating, he told his family he was bisexual, and his boyfriend was moving to L.A. too. Alan and Donna try to stop him, insisting he goes to their pastor and confesses his transgressions, begging forgiveness for his sins against the church and its teachings.

When Jensen declined, they threatened to pull the agreed-upon six-month financial support while he auditioned for parts. He refused, packed up what would fit into his car, and left with his boyfriend. His first break came shortly after arriving, and Jensen quickly learned Hollywood didn’t care what his sexual orientation was as long as he kept it behind closed doors.

His management agency would set him up on dates to events with many up-and-coming female artists of the time for publicity, which wasn’t a problem playing along when he wasn’t dating a woman.

Jensen bounced around doing guest roles before joining Day of Our Lives for three years, then onto a few others before testing for Sam Winchester in a new series created by Eric Kripke. The moment he met former Gilmore Girls heartthrob Jared Padalecki and he flashed his incredible color-shifting eyes, easy smile, and dimples in his direction, Jensen knew he was gone for anyone else.

It’s easy to see where Jared’s personality comes from. His Om, Sherrie, is overly affectionate, excessively physical, and verbal with everyone she considers family, biological or not. The first time he accompanied Jared home on a holiday break, Jensen ended up bowled over by the five-foot-nothing Omega and instantly became part of her brood.

He might not have his biological parents anymore, but his now in-laws, the complete opposite of the Ackles, helped make that gaping hole smaller.

***

Barley getting the front door open, Jensen’s struck with the scent of orange blossoms and spices he couldn’t quite place.

Dropping his luggage in the foyer, he follows the scent further into the house as Arlo sits near the large picture windows facing the backyard where he and Koda were napping, gets up, and crosses over to greet him.

Rubbing around his ears as he liked asks, “where’s daddy at?” He thought Jared was supposed to be in a meeting with Anne Fricke, headed towards the kitchen where the scent seemed to be coming from, “babe, is that coffee shop you love with back open, what’s it called? The house smells like those sweet rolls you’re obsessed with,” he abruptly stopped and blinked not believing what was in front of him.

More accurately, whose standing in front of him.

“Babe is on a call; dinner will be ready in twenty.”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

tbc

Part IV

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richardsphere · 7 months

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Leverage Log: The (Very) Big Bird Job

Ok time to start S5. Ok the courts just filed in favour of an airplane company. (im dissapointed, i really wanted this to be a Sesame Street crossover, but "plane" will have to do) --- Lesson of the day: Interpol makes good pretzels. Sophie is really pissed they dont get to go back to Nate's place. (I agree with Hardison, and with Elliot if you're gonna use a restaurant as cover do it well) In Sophie's defense, maybe tell her a bit earlier. But Hardison is 100% right to move places. (im assuming real life-wise, its a tax incentive thing, Portland probably gave incentives to TV crews that their previous place didnt) Also Parker and Hardison have officially said the word "dating", which implies that either they were trying to keep it on the down-low last season (did not fool Elliot or Sophie) or that they weren't "official" last season (does not fool me) --- Car-baddy scared me for a sec. Thought Hardison (and the showrunners) went through all this trouble justifying the switch to Portland, only for them to get their covers blown before any scams, cons or heists even happened. But the "they're on the move" is probably about the woman and child who just left Leverage Inc, rather then being about Leverage Inc. --- The Spruce Goose. Well yeah that most certainly is a verry big bird. Im gonna be honest, until he said "what a great man can do when the little people get out of his way", i actually sort of liked the mark. He seemed like a man genuinely passionate on the industry he works in. --- Ooh we get an actual scene of Parker doing burglary stuff. (by which i mean more then just pickpocketing) I get those scenes are probably hard to write/shoot but seeing as literally everyone in the show picks pockets and lifts ID badges every episode it was starting to seem like Parker was getting a bit redundant. --- Are they seriously going to con the guy into thinking he's flying this plane? Like yeah, i know Hardison apparently has an interest in flight simulators (IE: The cross my heart job) but that seems a bit extreme. Also i dont like that this season starts with a 9/11 reference. Like that is a bad sign for media from America that its about to get really Pro-Big Government, Anti-Islam and or generally extremely racistly patriotic. --- Yep they're gonna sell him the bridge, as well as the plane it connects to. --- Sophie sees a theatre for lease. (i assume knowing her and the teams money, she's gonna buy it outright). --- "company kills a guy, pays a fine. You kill a guy you go to jail". Nice work Nate. --- I mean yeah obviously it was in the bear... I suspected it from the start. (i just didnt write it down because, well the other option was they cast a child actor a few years too old for the character and were attempting to smooth over the gaps by giving them a cute little bear. And i felt that was a rude thing to comment on) --- Ah, Nate took a sec to compliment Hardisons' fake blueprints. --- Elliot has finally found a word he can't make sound badass. "i'm only gonna say this once; Give me the... teddy bear." Ok Parker, you just pickpocketed the magazine out of a loaded gun, Without removing the gun. Why do you feel the need to flex like this? You could've just stolen the whole gun. --- Ok Nate. You officially do not get to complain about Hardisons' goldheist. Like, nothing has gone against your plans in this con, you designed the con around Hardisons' ability to turn a plane into a flight sim, and then had him stage a crash-site. --- Well that was a verry well engineered confession. Congrats. --- Ok so our season-arc begins with an ominous shot of Hardison and Nate going behind the teams back on something. No theories yet but "all good things come to an end" is an ominous line for a shows final season to end at.

#leverage #leverage season 5 #the (very big) bird job

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wardenapproaches · 1 year

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My second work for the @badthingshappenbingo! This is for the Personal Effects Reveal square, and the fandom is The Martian.

AO3 link is here, or click the readmore here for the fic. Word count is 737.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter how long his food lasts. The vitamins that NASA sent down with them can only last so long, and he can’t grow more of them. It’s in the creak of his wrists and hips. He’s not making it.

“Commander.” The confused edge in Rick’s voice brings the crew of Ares V to a halt. Commander Montoya swings down off the ladder with a puff of Mars-red dirt, and immediately goes to Rick’s side.

“What is it?” Montoya asks, eyes scanning where Rick is looking. She spots it after a moment. There’s a rather… tricked-out rover sitting not far from their landing site. It’s covered and half buried under dust, but it’s definitely a rover with additions that aren’t NASA sanctioned. Jutting up through the sand is the broad front window, frosted over from the years of sand hitting it.

ARES III is scrawled just above it.

“Martinez, will you be alright to continue?” Montoya asks, stepping between her pilot and the rover. Breaking his line of sight seems to jolt him out of the stupor he fell into, and he shakes himself, before nodding.

“Yes,” Rick’s voice cracks, and he clears his throat. “Yes. We need to know why it’s here.” Montoya eyes Rick, and nods.

After everyone else disembarks from their shuttle, and the Commander updates them on what they’ve found so far, Rick gets the green light to approach. The others follow, helping dig the rover out of the dust and the sand and making the process much easier. They dig the rover out in record time, and Martinez approaches the main door, but pauses.

There’s a… pouch? A Large pouch made of duct tape, attached to the rover near the handle of the door. TO ARES IV is written in shaky script on the tape, slightly faded from the sun and the sand. Rick’s hands clench.

“What’s wrong?” Gallagher, their flight surgeon, breaks the silence.

“That’s… that’s Mark’s handwriting.” Rick responds. He can hear everyone behind him gasp or shift backwards in shock, but he ignores them as he reaches up and slowly peels the edge of the tape away. A small stack of paper, ripped from a notebook, flutters into his hands, and he’s hit with a fresh wave of grief when he spots more of Mark’s chicken scratch. It takes him a few minutes to gather all the papers together, and sort them into the correct order (of course Mark numbered his notes. Why wouldn’t he?).

“To the crew of Ares IV,” Rick begins, shoulders slumping under the weight of what he knows is coming. God, he died alone. “Let me start by saying that I’m not sorry about the state of my rover. I science’d her so well, she kept me alive for hundreds of sols. She belongs in a museum.” A few of the older crew members laugh at that. “And then let me actually be sorry for what you’re gonna find inside. If, by some miracle, I’m not on Earth, then my body is inside the rover. Turns out, there’s only so much Martian-grown potatoes can do to keep you healthy. As I’m writing this-” Rick’s voice breaks again. “-As I’m writing this, I haven’t been able to move very far beyond the rover in weeks. My eyesight is fading, and my hair is almost gone. I fucked up my leg getting here, and let me tell you, the feeling of bone grinding against bone is nothing short of nauseating.”

A hand on his elbow reminds Rick to relax his vice-grip on the paper before he rips it.

“I’m skin and bone. I realized I wasn’t going to make it about 2 months ago, and decided to make my final resting place closer to where I could be found. So here I am. Attached you’ll find individual notes addressed to a bunch of different people, and I would really appreciate it if you guys made sure they all get to where they’re supposed to go. Inside the rover, you’ll find all the data I could manage to store onto the computers I brought with me. If the original HAB is still standing, you can get the rest of the data.”

Rick’s face is streaked with tears, now.

“And just know that, even though I died cold, hungry, and alone- I died doing something I loved. And that’s made it all worth it.”

#bad things happen bingo #ramblings #cayden writes #the martian

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Shitty Day || Baby On Board OS

*Author's note : English is not my first language. This OS belongs to my Baby On Board Univers.

I’m taking requests :)

Pairing : none (for now...)

Warning : I almost cried writing this one. Is this warning enough ? Terrorist attack, injuries, burn injuries, angst, major charater death BUT happy ending

It was really a shitty day. Lexy Seresin was used to hard days, it was usual as a doctor at the San Diego Hospital Emergency. There were days harder than others. Like Halloween and its competition of pumpkin sculpture with chainsaw or winter and its flu epidemic. But today was really a shitty day.

It's been weeks that San Diego and more precisely Fightertown was under pressure. Everywhere in the country, there were terrorist attacks against Navy's famous places. With Fightertown and Top Gun on their sector, the hospital's staff knew that one day it’s gonna be their turn to handle this kind of crisis.

So when the Chief of Emergency Medicine brought together all the team for a special meeting and asked them to stay calm, they knew that the day had come.

Then he said the words : "There has been an explosion at Top Gun. The first injured are already coming. We are going to have a lot of injuries to handle today. It's gonna be an Hard Day. I know that some of you got friends and family at Top Gun." His glance fell on Lexy "But I know that you're all great professionals, and that you can handle that."

Everybody went to their tasks, making sure they had all the stuff they needed. Aaron - a former military doctor - and Rose - a newcomer but who already did her prove herself - took the helicopter to organize first-aid on site.

Lexy was already giving her order when the chief called her : “Steel !”.

It was the idea of Aaron, who served in the past with her brother, to give her “a call sign”. Steel because of her self-control in any situation. Nerves of Steel. Finally the nickname became a second name for her, and almost all her coworkers were calling her Steel.

Lexy turned around to look at her superior. Mark was a former military doctor too, he was used to this kind of emergency, and he already knew that this day was gonna be a true nightmare for his staff. And he knew that it’s gonna be worse for the ones who were personally involved.

“We don’t have any news of your mother for now. Are you sure it’s gonna be okay for you ?” Before she could answer, he added “I need to know which one I can count on today. So if you think that the involvement of your mother can affect your act, I want you to be honest with me.” Lexy lifted her head, raised her chin and looked at Mark right in the eyes, and he already knew her answer. It was the look of a Seresin on a mission. He knew it because he served with the father years ago. The Seresin were good, very good.

The wounded arrived without stopping. There were pilots, instructors, soldats, officers, even some civilians that were working in the office. There was no time to think about anything and Steel was glad for this. Jocelyn, one of the older nurses, kept an eye on her, on the order of the Chief.

The older woman knew the family for a long time. She was a young pediatric nurse when JJ - Lexy's brother - arrived, at the age of 10 months old, after the overdose of his mother, waiting for his biological father-not-ready-to-be. She knows Lexy during her childhood (a fall in the Kindergarden due to a reckless move, which resulted in a broken arm), during her teenagehood (supporting her baby brother who got a very bad flu) and now since she arrived as an intern at the Emergency before becoming an attending physician.

"Don't look at me like that, Joy. I can handle this." Lexy sight as she caught the nurse watching over her for eleventh time, as they prepared the room for another patient. A little calm between two storms. Joy answered with an innocent smile. "I know you can, Sweetheart. Did you hear someone say otherwise ?" Steel did her famous (and genetic) smirk, but before she could say anything, they both were called at the arrival of an ambulance.

This one was bad, very bad. A man with all his body burned. The burns were so bad that the poor man was unrecognizable. As soon as Lexy and Joy guided the paramedic to the emergency room, listening to their transmissions, the man agitated and moaned, unable to speak. Lexy looked at him and tried to be the most comforting. “It’s gonna be okay, Sir, we're gonna take care of you.” But the man was more and more moving. Lexy thought it was the pain, so her first instruction for the nurse in the room was to give morphine to the poor man.

As soon as it was done, she came to examine him. Still looking at his injury, she commanded. “I want a name ! And the surgeons, where are the surge’ ?!” Joy came to search the Dog Tag. “They’re all busy, doctor, it’s absolutely crazy upstairs.”

Kelly, another nurse, joined Lexy in the room. “I heard you’ve got burn victims, want a hand ?” Lexy noded, glad to have some back up. At this moment, Joy found the Dog Tag and said the name of the poor man. And during a second, Lexy’s heart stopped. Kelly looked at her, asking what’s the problem.

Robert Floyd. That was the problem. Bob, the burn man was Bob. The Bob with whom she grew up, the Bob she has known since her birth. The father of one of her best friends. Lexy composed herself. She is Steel, she promised to her chief that she could handle this mess, so she is gonna handle this. “He was my mother’s WSO.” She said with a cold voice. She turned toward Bob, who she couldn’t recognize. That was why he was so agitated, he was trying to call her, to tell her. “It’s gonna be alright, Bob. You listen to me ? I’ve got you.”

It was a shitty day. That was the thought of Rose Monaghan when the helicopter finally bring her back at the hospital. The big hangar and Top Gun was transformed into a true battlefield. Firstly, she was glad to be with Aaron, who already knew this kind of mess. But quickly, when she saw his face as soon as they land, she knew that he was as much affect has she was.

Seeing a battlefield in a distant country was a thing, seeing a battlefield at home was another one.

But it was not this vision that made her heart hurt for now. As she return to the ER, she knew that she gonna see Lexy. The young doctor and her became friend very fast. And she invited her some times at the Hard Deck, introduce her friend. And among her friends, their were Mason Machado, a childhood friend of Lexy, and new instructor at Top Gun. The same Mason that Rose had to amputate of his two legs some hours before, on the floor of the Top Gun’s hangar, to save his life. She knows that she didn’t have the choice, that it was the only way to save his life. But she couldn’t help but feel guilty.

The ER was a little more calm. Most of the injured were cared for. She found Lexy sitting in an empty emergency room. She looked exhausted, just as Rose. The red-haired doctor sat next to the dark-haired. With fatigue, her Scottish accent stood out. “Joy told me. I'm sorry about your mother's friend.” Lexy looked at her. “The Chief told me. I know you made the best decision for Mason.” They took the time to breathe and Rose talked again. “Did you see your mother?” Lexy sight. “Not yet. I know she is fine, just a little head injury. She is waiting for a scan but it looks like it’s not a big deal. I saw my father arrive. He tries to handle this bullshit from here, to be with mom. I want to see them. But I know that if I’m with them I’ll have to tell them. Tell them that I couldn’t save Bob.”

Rose and Lexy sight in the same breath. Rose looked at Lexy. “Let’s go ?” Lexy nodded. “Let’s go.”

When they arrived at the reception desk, Rose avoided Tara’s eyes. The young medical secretary was Mason’s girlfriend. She got the face of someone who just passed through a nightmare but was still standing. Because what other choice do they have ?

Tara told Lexy that Bob’s wife and daughter were arrived, and they were in Natasha’s consulting room. The young doctor took a deep breath and went to the room.

Finally, Tara put a hand on Rose's shoulder, forcing her to look up. “You saved him, and it’s the only thing that matters. I don’t care if he’s got legs or not, or if I'll have to push a wheelchair until the end of my life. Mason is alive. We’ve got a luck that a lot of people didn’t have today, and this luck it’s you.” Rose did her best to not cry and smile at her coworker and friend. Even if Tara was sincere, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She will need time to pass through this feeling.

Lexy entered the room. Her parents immediately smiled at her, they knew that the day was hard for her, but they didn’t know how much. Marisol and Sofia Floyd, who were back at the door, turned around and smiled at her. They were genuinely happy to see her and Sofia approach her childhood friend. But Lexy couldn’t smile at her. Marisol was the first to talk, with her Brazilian accent. “Do you have some news about Robert ? Do you know where he is ?” Both of the women's eyes were full of hope.

Lexy took her professional ton, she needed it. Because in one minute she's gonna put their world upside down.

“I was the doctor in charge of him when he arrived. His wounds were bad… very bad. We did everything we could to save him, but it was too bad. I’m sorry but Bob died from his injuries.” As soon as she came to speak, Jake and Natasha looked at each other. They immediately knew how the sentence was going to end. But a part of them didn’t want to believe it. Bob ? Dead ? Impossible. Marisol and Sofia were both in shock and finally Marisol broke the silence.

“I want to see him, I want to see my husband.” Lexy sight, she was prepared for this request. “I don’t advise this. As I said his wounds were bad and… his face was hurt too. I don’t want you to have this last picture of him.” Sofia spoke for the first time. “What kind of wound ?” Lexy finally finds the courage to look at her friend but she didn't answer, so Sofia repeats. “What kind of wound did he's got ?” Lexy swallowed and whispered so quiet that it was hard to hear her. “Burn.”

Lexy heard her mother gasping and out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father took her mother in his arms. Finally both Marisol and Sofia realized what she said and Lexy couldn't do anything else but hug her friend when she burst to tears.

This day was really a shitty day. It was the beginning of the night when Lexy went on a storage room to stow some medical stuff. The ER was finally quiet, her mother was still in a room in observation but she was fine. Bradley and Line Bradshaw (Bradley’s daughter) took back Sofia and her mother home and stayed with them. Mason was in an intensive care unit, stable. The storm was behind them.

Lexy’s phone rang and she picked up, frowning as she saw an unknown number. “Doctor Seresin.” And then she heard the voice she needed to hear, she heard the only person who could calm her down right now.

“Hi Lessy.” As soon as she heard the little nickname her big brother was still calling her, Lexy finally cracked. Jake Seresin Jr hushed from the other side of the line, he did his best to comfort her through the phone. “Shh shh. Everything is fine, Lessy. You’re gonna be fine. I know you did your best. Do you listen to me, lil’ sis ? You did everything you could and you’re part of the best of the best. But sometimes it’s just not enough.”

Lexy sight and try to dry her tears. She looked like a child when she talked back, but she didn’t care. “I miss you, Jax. I want you to come back, please.” It was not often that her sister accepted to look so vulnerable. JJ wanted to take his jet and fly to her, to hug her and comfort her. He wanted to see his mother who he got on the phone a few minutes before, who he could hear the tears in her voice. He wanted to see his father who he could imagine overworking, having some call every minute. He wanted to be with Zach, being sure that his little brother wasn’t too anxious about the situation.

He wanted to be with his family and his friends who were living a true nightmare. But it was part of the deal of being a Navy pilot and he knew that. “I’m gonna be home as soon as I can, Lessy, I promise, ok ?” Lexy nodded with an affirmative noise.

She felt better after having heard her brother's voice, it was exactly what she needed. Finally JJ got the order to hang out, they said goodbye and Lexy went out of the storage, totally motivated again.

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three weeks later

Rose was at the reception desk in the middle of the ER, doing some transmission on the computer when she saw Tara arrive from a consultation room, a big smile on her face. She called Lexy on her professional phone, asking her to come into room 4, for an emergency. The other nurse and doctor who were around the desk giggled. Rose knew that some mischiefs were coming. “What’s goin on ?” She asked Tara, smiling.

Before she could answer, Lexy arrived, crossing the ER as fast as she could without running. As soon as she entered the room, they could hear a scream of joy. Everybody laughs.

Aaron arrived. “I guessed this sound means that Skydriver is back in town ?” He looked happy about the news. Rose looked again at Tara. “Skydriver ?” Tara answered with a smirk. “It’s the call sign of JJ, Steel’s brother. He’s back from deployment and wanted to surprise her, so I helped him a little, making wait in a consulting room and tell Steel that there was an emergency.”

Rose understood. Lexy was often talking about her family and especially about her big brother. The giggles didn’t stop and Rose got the feeling that she was missing something, she looked again at Tara with an interrogation face. Tara laughs at the confusion of the new doctor. “You never had seen him, have you ?” The red-haired doctor shook her head.

Kelly came next to her. “He is a fucking living god ! So handsome, beautiful eyes, the body of a fucking greek god, and his smile… Don’t talk about his smile.”

Rose laught at her coworker's speech and looked at the other. All the women in the room were blushing, putting a lock of hair behind their ear, trying to look as natural as possible but being not natural at all. Rose looked back at Aaron. “It's a joke, isn’t it ?” Aaron laughed. “No, it’s not, Scottish. It’s the effect of a Seresin !”

Lexy arrived in the room like a storm and put her hands on Rose's shoulders. “Rose ! Darling ! My brother is back from deployment. Do you mean if I take my break to take a coffee with him please ?” Rose smiled at the plea face of Lexy and the way she spoke so fast and she agreed. Lexy did her transmission to her fast, everything was calm, and went to the locker to change her shoes and take her purse.

Some seconds later, Rose was back and her computer trying to focus and the field she was reading. In the corner of her eyes, she saw someone in front of her just on the other side of the desk. She looks up and finds herself in front of one of the most beautiful men she has ever seen.

His golden hairs were perfectly styled, he was tall and looked broad under his khaki uniform and his eyes were as blue as the sky. During a short moment, she forgot how to breathe. “Can I help you, Sir ?” The men looked down at her and politely smiled. “Thank you, ma’am. I’m just waiting for my sister.” Her look feld on the badge on his chest and read the letter “SERESIN”. She wided and understood.

“You’re Lexy’s brother, JJ is that right ?” The men smiled at her wider. And Rose could tell that Kelly didn’t overreact about his smile. It was genuine and shiny. She stood up from her seat and reached out to him over the desk. “I’m Rose Monaghan, I arrived about two months ago.” JJ shook her hand. “The Scottish who’s coming from New York ? Lessy wrote to me about you in mails.” Rose smiled back at him, finding again her confidence. “And I guess it was only bad things.” JJ let her hand down and smirked. “Absolutely, insufferable, lazy, irresponsible and totally ugly.”

Rose laughed and wasn’t aware of the look of some of her coworkers behind her back. “Well, I’m not that surprised.” She said back with a wink. JJ genuinely laughed. “I don’t know about the rest, but I’m seriously thinking about bringing her to the ophthalmologist.” Rose couldn’t help but giggled as a teenager. And she was laughing at Kelly a few minutes ago.

“Why do I need an ophthalmologist ?” Asked Lexy, surprising everybody by her sudden entrance. “Just a little joke, we’re going ?” JJ evaded. The two Seresin went out of the hospital, speaking with complicity. Rose composed herself, unaware of the glance in her back.

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Few days later

Rose was in the restroom, enjoying a little break with tea. Suddenly someone entered. The doctor was surprised to see JJ Seresin. She hadn't seen him since his return. “Hello, Rose isn’t it ?” Rose nodded. “I was searching for my sister.”

Rose wanted to slap herself as she felt her heart beating faster. Was she a bloody teenager ? “You should look in the storage room, on your left.” JJ nodded and thanked her.

He was about to leave the room before changing his mind. He was hesitating. “Lessy told me you were the one who was in charge of Mason during Top Gun’s attack.” Rose nodded.

Even if everybody - including Mason himself - told her that she made the right decision and thanked her for saving his life, she still felt a little guilty, she needed time.

And now she was worried. She knows that JJ and Mason have been friends for years and she was afraid that the blond haired pilot could be angry at her. After all, his childhood friend won’t be able to fly again. But JJ’s glance was soft when he looked at her. “Thank you for saving my best friend’s life.” And just with this little sentence and his warm voice, JJ left the room and Rose could feel a weight go away from her chest.

Finally this shitty day was behind them.

#top gun #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake seresin #natasha trace #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #robert bob floyd #robert floyd

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rainysunrise · 1 year

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tv tag game!

— list 8 shows for your followers to get to know you better. tagged by dearest @simplymakkari (I’m a month late to this i’m sorry lmao)

1. Fleabag (2016-2019)

Do I even have to explain? This is an absolute masterpiece in terms of storytelling. The dark humor is perfect, the trouble, the character creation, the romance, the way it shows how love can be painful but still beautiful and change us in so many ways ahhhh, it absolutely broke me and I still rewatch it whenever I need a punch in the face and a good cry but also ! When I just want to make myself feel better about how fvcked up I am lmao highly recommend

2. The Haunting of Hill House (2018)

Listen- I am a great fan of horror, a connoisseur if I can say so myself. And I’d say this is simply the best horror story I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. It has everything, the pain, the beauty, THE REPRESENTATION. And Victoria Pedretti that brought Nell Crain to life in such a way that she became my ultimate comfort character (which probably isn’t that good but shh). I recommend for everyone to watch, if not for the story then for the plot twist alone because it is brilliant.

3. Hannibal (2013-2015)

Do I even need to explain? lmao The gay art piece that altered my brain chemistry in ways I can’t possibly explain at an age way too young AND I REGRET NOTHING, this is culture (with a trademark) And if you haven’t seen it where have you been????

4. YOU (2018-)

Came for Victoria Pedretti, stayed for everything else. Honestly, I expected it to be awful from everything I’ve heard and seen but the storytelling is brilliant (even though sometimes I want to throw my laptop out the window) and I don’t know what they put in it but I can’t let this show go. AND NOW WITH GOLDROSE A HANNIGRAM CODED ROMANCE?? Say no more, I will stay til the end. Although I don’t think it’s for everyone tbh. (check out my goldrose fics thanks)

5. Supernatural (2005-2020)

Oh, boy, are there even words to describe it? The show that absolutely changed my life by throwing me into the fandom madness in highschool and introduced me to twitter and instagram editing damn. It has everything, monsters, magic, myths, legends, every possible plot line and trope you could think of and DESTIEL most iconic couple of this site so. Yes. Don’t watch it.

6. The Boys (2019-)

Got sick of Marvel, moved on to evil superheroes, and got hooked. Also did it for Jensen Ackles before he even came on the show and was not disappointed. Y’all can find it controversial but this show is so good in my opinion, most of the time you can’t even expect what’s going to happen and the character arcs are chef's kiss. Highly recommend ONLY if you are able to stand a lot of gore and nudity, it is a bit rough. (comic books are also super cool)

7. Shadow and Bone (2021-)

Wasn’t gonna put it here, but! It is my newest obsession and made me come back to books after a very long time (I am currently reading the soc duology). I am absolutely in love with it, the crows especially, the couples?? Kanej?? Helnik?? Wesper?? All of the characters separately?? Mark me down as mad, I can’t get enough of it, I already know it’s about to be my favorite for years to come.

8. Over The Garden Wall (2014)

Just think about it guys: A cartoon, vintage style, fairytale style, with horror motifs an amazing plot, and amazing characters, that makes you want to curl up with a cup of tea during an autumn rainy day and just enjoy yourself. It makes me soft, comfort show fr and I rewatch it every Halloween because it also has a Halloween setting (in a way). I recommend it to anyone. Honorable mentions: Killing Eve, Merlin, Sherlock, Good Omens, Normal People, The Last of Us, OMFD etc etc (I could go on for hours)

tagging: @thefiresgone @ashksa @abliafina-18782 + anyone else who wants to (i don't know too many ppl here lmao sorry)

#about me

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pertemis-lover · 7 months

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hi guys. so i joined tumblr like... a bit over a year ago? iw anna say liek 18 months? honestly i just joined for the textposts and other assorted fandom stuff but i wasnt a rly big fan of the site so i didn't really use it much untill around july 2023. at the time i was going through some shit with a friend who means/meant the absolute world to me and at that point she'd been ghosting me for like 8 months on and off, since nov 2022 and i used to browse this app for vent posts/mental health shit. i remeber when I started cutting. it was the 22nd of october 2023. i was having a really shitty day and i couldn't get her off my mind and my dad was yelling at me because i was too tired to go down and get my meal and i just. did it. since then i've done it way more times than i'd like to count. sure, not as bad as some of the other users on this site but way more thna i'm comfortable with doing. at the start it was just a coping mechanism but it went wrong one day. i grabbed some ice and i did it and that day just happened to be a bit too deep and now the marks are never gonna leave, like she warned me would happen. i cut one last time after that, before realising that they were permanent, and i've been clean since. currently im 26 days clean which is the longest time i've been clean. im hoping it lasts for good this time. the whole point i'm writing all this is because i've just realised something. i think i'm at risk of developing an ed. i've had problems with eating for like the last 4+ months, but i thought that was mostly just due to depression/being tired/not physically having enough energy to eat. earlier i used to eat 3 meals every day, maybe 2 if I was having a bad day. recently i've realised im going as low as one meal sometimes, skipping food in the morning, not having anything in school, having luncha round 8 and skipping dinner. and i'm not a very mentally stable person as a whole but my sh messed me up so badly and i really dotn wanna develop a fully fledged ED on top of all that because i have no clue how i'll deal with that without killing myself. i've uninstalled tumblr from my phone, i'm typing this on my laptop. i'm not gonna delete my account, but i don't think i'm going to be on this site anymore since its too much of a risk to be on edblr or shblr and honestly, that's like 50+% of the blogs i follow. to all my mutuals and people i've interacted with here i wish you the best with life and hopefully with recovery. i love every single one of you guys, even if i've never shared a single word with some of y'all. peace out, goodnight, take care fellas.

#tw self destruction #depressing shit #mental health #coping #mentally tired

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sometimes-men-need-help-too · 2 years

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College Tips Part 2

- Your college's bookstore is likely gonna crank that price up ridiculously high. Unless you absolutely have to (like if you can't find the book anywhere else or it's something like a lab manual) buy (or rent) your books elsewhere.

- Thrift books is what I look at. It doesn't have everything but I've found some cheap ones on there (I had a biology book that would have basically cost $140 at my college's bookstore and found it for a little under $10 on Thrift books. A word of caution: if you find a deal you like buy it at that moment!!! Cannot stress that enough. I waited a day to buy a textbook and the one I wanted (the cheapest one) was already all sold out so I had to go the next option up

- Be careful when you're renting your books. Don't be like me in my freshman year when I was super nervous I wouldn't get my book in time for the semester and I ordered it too early and had to return it 2 weeks before the semester was finished. Luckily, we didn't even use the book much but that's not the case for everyone.

-Don’t take a summer class if you don’t think you can handle it. For me (and I think this is most places) I have from June until the end of July. You have a lot to learn in a short timespan and then you have exams for those sections that are crammed in there. You really have to put in the time to study. It’s gonna go fast. For some classes, that might not be so bad but more difficult ones will be.

- Be wary about what you see on rate my professor. If you don't know, it's a site where you literally rate your professor from your school and people can see if they're good or not. You can also leave reviews. The thing is, some people will rate the professor wrongly simply because they think they're unfair or something. It might even be something they did and not their teacher. It's supposed to be helpful but you can't always take their word for it

- Attend class as much as possible. Obviously stay home if you're sick but don't just skip out because you're tired or something. It wasn't a big deal in high school if you missed out a lot (well, it probably was but not to the same extent). But in college, it can be harder to catch up and for my school, we have this policy where you can't skip more than the days the class meets per week. So if you meet two days a week, you can't skip out on 3 (2 in one week and 1 the next week) or else you're dropped from the class.

-Find at least 1 person in your class (especially if you're having trouble) to talk to. It's helpful if you don't understand something (or they don't). You may even become friends with them

- check your school email regularly. Teachers will often send stuff out. Your school will as well (such as if you receive financial aid).

- If your school has you use IDs and you don't wear it, at least carry it with you. At my school, there are certain things you have to have it scanned/checked. They'll take a license but they prefer your ID

- There is NO shame in changing your major or having to drop a class because it's too difficult. If it's not working for you, talk to the advisor about it.

- You will fail a test or at least do poorly on at least one. It sucks but you have to learn from it. Make sure you're going over your exams. Did you not understand something? Did you make an easy mistake? Look at your teachers corrections. They'll help you. Plus, if you used a scantron, you should see if there were any questions that were marked incorrect but they're actually right. If you didn't erase all the way, it'll be marked wrong

- Do extra credit when it’s offered. Even if your grade is good

- If your library has a book sale going on (like mine has books for 50 cents), looking and see what’s offered. You never know what’s there

- I don’t know if I’d said this on part 1, but your workload is going to be significantly different. I had psychology class where I had this very thick textbook with long chapters and we had to study a couple chapters for an exam each time. You’ll likely have a lot of reading and you have to be willing to put in the effort to work harder

- Understand, don’t simply memorize. Can you explain the process? Can you answer it correctly if it’s asked in a different way?

- Be prepared and keep track of your stuff. It doesn’t look good when you’re asking numerous times for copies of papers you’ve lost

- Find out what you need to know prior to class. It will make your life much easier. Do you need to know what a derivative is? How to balance chemical equations? For me, if I look up a class on the college’s website, I can see the description and depending on what it is, might say that students should have a basic knowledge of ____ or: students should be able to ___

If you know what you need to come in with, you can practice ahead of time so you’re not struggling as bad

#school #school tips #college #College things #college tips #life tips

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0risha · 4 years

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RECOGNITION

series m.list

PAIRING : sukuna x fem!reader

SUMMARY : when an exchange student comes to jujutsu tech, Itadori is set on finding out why the King of curses is so interested in you.

TAGS : fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, jjk anime spoilers, some curse words, reader is described as a black female

NOTES : i’ve read a couple of works where sukuna meets his reincarnated lover so I wanted to try it out too, hope you enjoy. was supposed to make progress with my wips but I was in a sukuna mood. (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Sukuna feels your presence before he sees you. It’s one of those cliché moments where time puts its hand up to signal a standstill. Yuuji can feel it too when you pass by, your long braids swishing with each step.

He’s sure that he’s never seen you before but his shared body buzzes in remembrance. All the while, his emotions are overtaken by the unbridled feeling of wanting.

After that, Itadori never took it upon himself to ask Sukuna about the matter because the curse didn’t seem to want to.

Sukuna had become more and more suppressed, his usual pop-ups were a rare occurrence, even when Megumi was around. However, for the whole month you’d been at Jujutsu Tech, the King of curses had been intent on observing from his throne of woven carcasses, body hunched over to just watch.

You’re an exchange student, Itadori recalls Gojo’s past conversation about a new second-year that would be coming from the states. You’re strong — at first, Itadori couldn’t help but think that this revelation was the reason for Sukuna’s interest —your cursed energy being perfect sediment for close combat and dealing precise blows, all the same, Itadori could feel a grappling hook of something that seemed to be festering.

It’s dark and brooding and it stirs every time you come into contact with him. And Yuuji thinks he might go crazy because he wants to know your connection with Sukuna and it’s not like he can ask you because your aura screams — unapproachable.

His chance comes when all the first-years are assigned to a mission, you're there for extra measure. Gojo’s shaman instincts telling him that this mission was far too exceeding for him, Nobara, and Megumi.

Though just as Gojo predicted, it goes terribly wrong and Itadori keels over with an empty hollow where his heart should be.

His last thoughts are consumed with a screeching mantra of his late grandfather’s words. In the crevice of his flickering mind, they're big bold letters that drip with poisoned regret.

Before his vision goes black, the last thing he sees is a heart-broken Megumi and your face which is flooded with guilt.

When Itadori comes face to face with the King of curses, the stench of rotting death overpowering his senses, he mulls over the terms laid out by Sukuna to come back, alive.

To be reunited with his friends and become some type of savior —sukuna's words, not his— he'd give up the reigns of his body so Sukuna could talk to you whenever he chose.

For the exchange of his life, the rules weren’t bad, a part of him knows that this selfish override could cause problems for you in the future, but he still agrees.

When he wakes up to a pure white ceiling and the smell of bleach he doesn’t expect to see you towering over him. Moving up to a sitting position, his cheeks nearly bleed red because he’s naked. His eyes frantically flit over to Gojo who’s sitting in the corner of the room, watching the exchange. The white-haired sorcerer shrugs in a ridiculed manner —silently telling Itadori that it wasn’t his problem.

“You called me,” your voice filters through the bright room. His eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Sukuna must've did something.

When his eyes flit back to you, he’s met with your monotone expression, your cascade of braids framing your face. And for the third time in his life, he’s scared.

Your cursed energy, which for your level should leave little to no residual, is flaring with onyx undertones. Its sharpened jaws nearing closer and closer to Itadori in a beckoning manner. He's not sure why it's visible in the first place.

Gojo stays silent.

Brat, let me out. Sukuna, for the first time in weeks, pops up with a wide mouth on the palm of his hand. Without a second thought, Itadori allows him.

Whilst wading in his domain of subconsciousness, he watches the exchange. Your expression stays the same as you study Sukuna’s marked face.

“So hostile,” Sukuna bares, his powerful aura sifting through the room. You roll your eyes and crack a smile. Seamlessly ignoring the other man in the room— who you know Sukuna has a grudge with.

“Am I not supposed to be?” you cross your arms and ask. “Being friendly would get me in trouble.”

“You remember me?” The King of curses cuts straight to the point, the question being so unexpected that Gojo shuffles in his seat, his spine rigid with anticipation.

You nod stiffly. "I didn’t at first, not fully at least, but after coming into contact a few times, yeah.”

“It’s a shame I don’t have control over this body,” Sukuna presses a palm to your cheek, no doubt a loving caress. His deep baritone voice causing your skin to erupt into a turnpike for goosebumps to situate. “Do you remember how we parted last?”

“A sorcerer killed me or something,” you scratch the back of your neck under his intense stare. “Right through here,” you confess, pointing to the middle of your sternum.

“And you’ve become one?” Sukuna quirks an eyebrow, shoulders stiff with anger.

“I didn’t even know I knew you until a month ago, calm down,” you wave in dismissal. Itadori takes note in the way Sukuna visibly relaxes, your words washing him in a bucket of warmth. “Is that all? I’ve got a mission in thirty minutes.”

“I’m coming with you.” Sukuna jumps off the steel table, his bare feet touching the cool ground. You turn your eyes away from the bottom half of his body, ears growing hot in embarrassment.

“Eh? Is that allowed?” You turn to Gojo who’s still analyzing the situation beforehand and he shrugs with complacency. “Don’t let anyone see him,” Gojo warns, his stare serious even under his blindfold. You're not exactly sure what Gojo's thinking but you grasp the opportunity.

When you leave the autopsy room with a naked Sukuna by your side, careful to avoid any areas where Sukuna’s aura might be felt, you make it to Itadori’s dorm.

“Here.” You throw him Yuuji’s formal uniform and a pair of brown boots you find in the corner of his room. “I’m not wearing this,” Sukuna interjects.

“Huh?” Your upper lip curls up in confusion. “Then you’re not coming with me.” You turn to leave but he catches your arm in a tight grip.

“Fine, since you’re so damn adamant.” He releases his grip on your arm to slip into Yuuji’s clothes, when he finishes he turns to you with a glare.

“Good boy,” you praise, patting his tattooed cheek.

Internally, Itadori’s too bewildered to tease the curse. In all of his time spent with Sukuna in his body, he’s never seen the King of curses voluntarily listen to somebody else’s demands. The murky water he stands in ripples as he sits to observe everything that’s transpiring.

When you both reach the site you were assigned to, you sigh in annoyance. “What is it?” Sukuna asks, hands in pockets as he studies your face.

“I was hoping to have an easy day, they’re not dangerous or anything but there’s more than a dozen in there.” You point to the abandoned building, its steel beams bending with age.

“I’ll exorcise them for you.”

This is going completely against this guy’s morals, Yuuji thinks.

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead as you grow giddy with happiness. “Really?” You exclaim clambering up to wrap him in a hug.

“If you don’t let go, I won’t.” He grumbles, head in your neck while inhaling your sweet scent.

“Okayyy,” you inhale, trailing off, Sukuna not too far behind.

The exorcism is completed in fifteen seconds, tops. You stare in amazement at his lithe movements. His sharp fingers extinguishing cores with precise stabs— the same way he did his vessel. When he’s done he turns to you with an eyebrow raised, his hands wet with unspoken substance. You turn away with a humph.

“Was it not fast enough?” He walks towards you, concern written all over his expression.

“It was too fast,” you proclaim.

“Huh?”

“You’re a show-off,” you turn to exit the building, your braids whizzing past his face. You hear his roaring laughter behind you as you make it outside.

The smell of freshly churned earth enters your nostrils as you walk down a fenced sidewalk with bent daffodils. “Where are we going?”

“A ramen shop.” His gaze flicks over to study your face which is softened with what seems to be tranquility. His heart tides over with pride once he realizes that you feel content with him, a 1000-year-old curse.

However, he knows it’s the result of your memories that tie in with his; shared massacres and intertwined fates. Multiple restarts of what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of mingled hearts. But this time jump was different than the others.

You being a sorcerer is not the only obstacle, at all.

“Sukuna? Hey– you’re spacing out.” You wave a hand in front of his face to grab his attention.

“We’re here.” He looks up to see a small ramen shop, its logo old with age. As he enters the shop, he somehow finds contentment in being in a place that you like.

—

“You know you’re probably attracting sorcerers and curses alike as we speak?” You inquire, grabbing your ramen bowl from the waiter who nervously glances at Sukuna. His tattooed face also attracting unwanted attention.

“Mhm, I’ll just kill them if they interfere.” You whip your head to turn to the waiter who you’re relieved to see, had already left.

“I knew you’d say that,” you stuff your face with a handful of steaming noodles.

“Sukuna?”

“Mhm?”

“What’s gonna happen between us?” You flick your index finger back and forth. “It’s not like the other times, I’m a dedicated sorcerer.”

“So?”

“You’re the King of curses, I’m a sorcerer.” You repeat, dropping your wooden chopsticks to place your head on your propped fist.

“Already made a deal with the brat, I can talk to you whenever and wherever I want,” he pulls his face closer to yours.

“Yeah? What happens when they execute Itadori?” You curl your hands into balled fists, an unfamiliar emotion welling up in your throat. Somehow, it doesn't fit. It crosses your veins in a parasitic manner and your eyes glaze over.

“I’ll just come back.” He states matter of factly, voice coated with arrogance.

“You promise?” You whisper, holding out your pinky finger. You nearly scoff at your own action.

Ignoring the finger you bare out, he presses his lips against yours. It’s the same as he can remember, centuries ago. His body elates with a hum of electricity. And it's as if his body's creating a second space of void in which he feels his every sense being sharpened; the smooth curve of your full lips and the salty taste of previous ramen.

But before the kiss can go any further, you're pulling back.

“That was uh…” You blink once, twice, trying desperately to collect your thoughts. When you look back to Sukuna, you instead are met with Itadori’s clear face.

“The hell are you doing, brat?” Sukuna bares his teeth on the right side of Itadori’s cheek. ”I- I’m sorry just got a little uh.. flustered.”

“The fuck are you getting flustered for?” Sukuna growls.

“I- uh..”

“It’s okay Yuuji, you can switch again another time,” you sympathize with the boy. His cheeks are coated in red.

“It’s getting late, eat some ramen so we can go.” You chuckle. Itadori nods as his hand reaches towards a pair of chopsticks.

“Touch my ramen and I’ll kill you again, you damn brat.”

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#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x poc reader #sukuna x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x poc reader #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x you #itadori x reader #itadori x poc reader #itadori x black reader #anime x black!reader

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diedbutterflies69 · 3 years

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Cars- Bang Chan imagine

Contains: explicit sexual contact, chan as hot rich hotel owner, car sex, slight degradation, blowjob, fingering, etc

Minors don't interct.

Working in one of the most expensive hotels in the country was something you never expected. You were just a normal student who was struggling to meet deadlines and pay for tuitions and so doing many part time jobs. A law student washing dishes in random restaurant and drooling over food, observing the way those chefs used to work with wok , deep fried food, the process fascinated you so much. Even though you were familiar with cooking since a young age it was rather more like responsibility, a chore. And that's how you learned cooking by slowly observing the chefs and utube videos, as changing the entire career dreams at the last year was little too wild and impossible. But struggles eventually leads to happiness, the owner of one of the restaurant you used to work at got surprisingly close with you ,her name lucy a single divorced hot milf she thaught you many skills and tricks with cooking. Your last straw before quitting the law school was getting failed . And just like that a blessing in disguise. She noticed how dishearted you were and then decided to give you the greatest opportunity in your life.

Working in God's menu was every chef's dream, and Lucy made your dream come true. The owner and main chef of God's menu Bang Chan was close with Lucy and just by that using some connections you got yourself inside that paradise, but Chan was a total boomer with you, he didn't wanted to give you job at the first place as you lacked experience and knowledge but he valued friendships way too much to deny Lucy.

Chan was always hard on you, constantly making you work with him, teaching the mystery behind flavours, making you memorize foreign cuisine recipes, you sweared you didn't even struggled that much in law school as there was no one lecture you and expect from you. He acted all tough just to make you perfect and eventually became close, you fell in the pit of one sided love the moment Chan agreed to hire you. What you adored most about Chan was how he always made sure to not make you panic while being near fire, never told you to hurry while cutting vegetables. His this small gestures meant so much too you. And in span of 7 months that baby was finally your boyfriend. Chan was someone who followed his heart and just like that, he confessed in the most cheesiest way possible. And here you are today a great chef with lot of knowledge and a handsome, caring and loving boyfriend. 3 years of loving relationship.

"baby~~ " you said while hugging your boyfriend from the back who was too invested in making a 4 tower cake for his best friend's wedding even though he wasn't much experienced with baking whatever he tried doing was no less than perfection.

"yes, baby? Need anything?", Chan asked you. Even though you have been listening to his sweet honey voice since years it never failed to make your heart flutter.

"stop working now, it's 2:30 am let's go home now", you whined slightly tipping on toes and kissing Chan's neck. Getting a small hum from your boyfriend.

"just few more minutes babe", Chan said turning back and softly giving pecking your forehead . You huffed in response being too tired of your boyfriend's night owl tendencies, you went back to the table and singing a good night in most extra way possible. Chan just smiled at his girlfriend, he too wanted to go home and just cuddle with you but work was trash .

Finally looking at clock it was 3 :15 something, his work finally done. After cleaning up every thing,washing the dishes and shoving the massive cake into refrigerator carefully, Chan happily made his way to you. He too saying baby~ in most extra way possible, he was an true night owl no matter how much he worked at nights without you being by his side he wasn't able to fall asleep. A habit he picked up 3 years ago.

"get up, it's 5 am", Chan whispered into your ear while aggressively moving you to make you leave your dreamland.

"aggh, good morning the love of my life", you said slowly leaving your subconscious world. Even in slight unconscious mind you were flirty and cheesy.

"good morning, it's 5 A.M ", Chan again told you a wrong time just messing up with you.

"what the fuck", you yelled being angry on your boyfriend's crazy work habits , you were glaring at him till he bought his his wrist infront of your face . His watch reading 3 : 08 , being confused and worried for your wrong vision you looked at the wall clock that to read 3:07 am.finally realising you have been scammed.

" you fucking lier", you yelled at Chan for pranking you, but you were glad that he finished the work soon.

"heheh", Chan laughed, he was too cute for you.

"let's just go home", you said trying to keep a poker face, packing your stuff then gripping Chan's hand and walking out of the space.

Going down through the elevator, Chan unleashing his 50 shades enthusiast.

"What is it about elevators?" Saying this and immediately pulling you into a deep kiss, he tasted like chocolate probably from the previous cake flavours, his tongue feeling so good while exploring your mouth, one hand at the back of your neck and the other interlocked with yours. His lips always felt like heaven.

He broke the kiss as the door opened, he adjusted your hair and outfit and locking his eyes with you giving you a warm smile, fully a contradiction to his previous action. This man's duality always suprised you.

"let's go baby~", Chan said getting out of elevator with you, hands interlocked moving back and forth, if someone saw you both they would probably think that you both are possessed, smiling and jumping like kids finally reached the car.

"let me open the door for you", Chan said with a smirk while opening the car door for you , there was not a single human present in the parking lot, creepy vibes but perfect for your both future activities. Chan entered the car and stared at you in the most innocent way possible.

"what?", You asked him giving him the same innocent eyes.

"babe, the kiss made me hard", Chan admitted almost shamelessly his eyes pointing at his pants , and yes it was a great hot site too notice.

"will you melt, till we reach home?", You asked Chan looking into his eyes hands slowly creeping to his thighs dangerously close to the not so safe zone.

"I would rather burst here than melt till we reach home", Chan said holding your hand bringing it straight over his memeber, you blushed deeply at his actions.

"Come on babe, we had done Car sex multiple times", Chan said making you blush and wet down there even more. You got a little too needy as the memories of Chan fucking you ruthlessly on the back site of the car came to your mind. Your hand still palming his cock through pants.

"hop on the backseat", you said almost breathlessly, Chan smirking at your needy , horny State. You both went on the backseat to make a great mess over there .

"aaah" , you moaned loudly as Chan slapped your left boob while sucking your neck. His teeth never failed at marking you all over, his touch was heaven especially whenever he squeezed the back of your neck or roughly groped those boobs. Detaching himself from your neck he gripped your neck in an erotically painful way and forcing you on your knees.

"Suck, use that mouth atleast one time for a good cause", Chan said , his degrading voice mixed with heavy lust. Nodding at his words , without wasting any time you bought your hands to undid his belt and zipper . Palming him through his boxers and finally releasing it from all restraints, you slowly put hs cock inside your mouth, he was really really hard. A fucking long and thick cock he had, you not being able to take him even half way as the position was slightly painful but nevertheless you started bopping your head up and down and palming the remaining with your hands. His loud groans and moans indicated that he was satisfied enough, you increased your speed, occassionally hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper every time. He gripped your head as he was close , he started to move your mouth as he pleased making you gag non stop, it hurted but you liked it so much. " You feel so fucking good, all mine", Chan said breathlessly after a final thrust and empting himself inside your mouth, his cum feeling your mouth in escasty. You sucked off every single drop not wasting anything.

Chan lifted you up from the car floor and made you sit on his lap. You looking fully fucked out, with clothes misplaced and mouth dripping with saliva and his liquid , black mascara tears running down.

"My precious slut", Chan said while making his way to your panties, your jeans were already removed a long ago.

"you want my fingers? Hmm?" Chan said as his fingers were slowly entering your pussy , his cold hands making you shiver .

"yes please sir" , you begged voice laced up with pure desperation and needily grinding on his fingers and thighs. Chan smirked again at you.

"what you want more, my fingers or my cock?" Chan made gave you 2 choices both of them heaven.

"your cock, sir please" You begged again. He finally smiles at you pure ill intention smile.

"Since you are too good girl, I should give you whatever you want", Chan said and finally bought his cock towards your tight leaking cunt slowly entering himself inside you.

"ride", Chan said and you felt like being on cloud nine. Slowly moving your hips up and down in decent speed . His cock fitted so well inside of you, it was pure bliss for you.

But without a warning Chan bought his hands towards your clit and pinching it making your whole body jolt in overstimulation.

" babe,you are too good, so deserve my fingers too", Chan said with a sadistic smile.

It's gonna be a long morning.

#skz smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #bangchan #bangchan smut #skz #skz chan x reader #chan smut

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