#yea i did this after the witching hour what about it

[acoraxia]

Rule #34 on Blast or whatever

[frannyzooey]

Down the Hall

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Tags: Explicit, age gap because you know what I'm about (Frankie is your mom’s boyfriend, he is in his 40s, you are in your mid-20s)

A/N: Yea….so this is dedicated to @intheorangebedroom who inspired this entire idea and to @whatsnewalycat whose beautiful brain and writing inspired me as well. Thank you to @astroboots for cheering me on, to @bageldaddy for the super in depth beta and to @the-ginger-hedge-witch who soothed by "does this hit" worries — your minds are golden and I am so happy you support this utter filth. Ily ❤️

He thought that dating someone his own age would ground him, steady him. Not that he ever paid much attention to the age of the women he dated, but he thought with someone who had their own shit figured out, he might be inspired to do the same. 

Unmoored and unattached since he joined the army in his twenties, he was pushing forty now and craved some kind of routine. Living alone gave him too much time for thinking, too many hours spent inside his own head. He knew that living like that for too long could lead to bad decisions and thought he might hold himself to a higher standard when he saw how they held themselves to one. 

He met her at a bar – the most cliche of meeting places, but for good reason. She was out with friends after work and from the start, he was attracted to the way she smiled with her whole mouth. Everything about her seemed sensuous and fun, so inviting that he found himself drawn in and when he asked if he could take the seat next to her, he matched her smile with one of his own. 

When she invited him home that night, he buried himself deep while feasting on that generous mouth. 

He stayed that night, and then one night became twice a week, became three – and before he knew it, his lease was up on his apartment and he moved in. It was nice to come home to someone after work. To know that someone was there, wondering how his day went. To have a warm body curled up next to him in bed. 

She was so independent, so driven. A corporate job that required her to dress in slippery blouses and pretty skirts with heels; the same he loved to strip from her when she came home all stressed out the way she did sometimes. And she had a kid – a daughter – already in college somewhere on the east coast, but that didn’t bother him. Dating in his forties meant people already had their own histories, and he was no exception. 

Sometimes after she fell asleep and he had time alone to think, he still felt something that itched beneath his skin. Something that pulled at him from within, something that remained unsettled. He told himself that it was just an adjustment period after so many years of being unattached, and shoved those feelings deep down inside of him, determined to ignore them until he taught himself a new way to live. 

Her breathing deep and steady beside him, he told himself that she was good for him. 

That was what counted.

He was all for it when she told him her daughter was coming home to stay the summer between semesters. He liked the idea of having another person in the house – another distraction, another responsibility to take him out of his own head. 

He worked odd hours, and during his off days, Frankie took up the task of preparing her daughter’s old room. Light pink walls, a creamy bedspread dotted with delicate flowers: his mind supplied an automatic image of the little girl that lined the hallway in frames. He knew she was older than that now, but the way her mom talked about her, he couldn’t help imagining a little kid. 

Tasked with picking her up from the airport the day she arrived, he had just stepped out of the shower when he heard the doorbell. Frowning, he tugged a shirt over his damp curls, and opened the door.

Jesus Christ. Speechless, he stared at the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. 

“Sorry I didn’t call,” you apologized, tugging a heavy bag higher up on your shoulder. “I got in early and thought an Uber would be faster.”

He stood there for a moment, just staring, his mouth slightly parted in confusion. And then he saw it: the shape of your eyes, the curve of your lush mouth. The resemblance stamped across your delicate features.

“I couldn’t find my key.” You stood there, looking uneasy on your own doorstep. “You must be Frankie. Or is it Francisco? My mom said you’d be here. It’s nice to meet you.”

At the rounded sound of his full name coming from your mouth, his gaze snapped back to meet your eyes while you hung there, clearly waiting for him to say something. His body was slow to catch up with his brain, the little girl his mind supplied was gone, replaced by the vision that stood in front of him. Still young and fresh-faced, but grown nonetheless and so, so fucking beautiful. 

When you gestured towards the house behind him, he finally shook himself from the initial shock.

“Shit,” he apologized, stepping back out of your way. “Yea, it’s Frankie. Nice to meet you.” You gave him a half smile, and when you stepped inside, he reached for your bag. “Here, let me grab that.”

His hand dragging through his curls, he stood in the entryway and watched you make yourself at home: your shoes immediately kicked off on the doormat, your jacket hung neatly next to his own like it had always belonged there. 

“Do you know when my mom gets home?”

He cleared his throat, trying not to stare at the length of your legs underneath the hem of your shorts. “Uh, she said probably around six? That’s when she usually gets home.”

You nodded, holding your hand out for your bag and for a split second, he wondered if he should bring it upstairs for you. It would be the polite thing to do, but the idea of entering your room now felt like overstepping. You weren’t a kid, you didn’t need him like that. The boundaries had suddenly blurred and shifted, and he whisked away the image of you settling into your bedroom just as fast as it popped into his head. 

When you grabbed the bag from him, he felt relief. 

It was easy to avoid you for the afternoon while you got settled. Instead, he mowed the lawn, prepared dinner, all the while with his ears attuned to the sound of you walking around above him. He felt on edge, anxious. The excitement he thought he would feel with someone else in the house had turned into unease. 

He made himself an outsider, even more so when your mom came home. Not wanting to intrude on your time together, he stayed in the kitchen to cook dinner for the two of you and delivered it to the living room, placing your plates on the coffee table. 

“Thank you, baby, that’s so nice.” Your mother scooted forward, tilting her chin up towards him in a silent request for a kiss. 

Granting it to her, he felt her familiar hold slip around the back of his neck to keep him in place for a moment, keenly aware of the way you were right there. For a split second while his lips were still on hers, he glanced up at you and it was clear that he caught you watching by the way you hastily looked away the second he met your eyes. 

He fucked her hard that night, his hand over her mouth so you wouldn’t hear. 

She was gone in the morning when he made his way downstairs, and he was pleasantly surprised to find coffee already in the pot. 

“I made extra,” you said, from your perch on the chair at the table. Sleep shorts high on your thighs, an oversized tee shirt covering your top half. The way it engulfed you made you look younger than you were. 

He looked away, busying himself with pouring a cup. 

“I drink a lot, so I made a lot,” you explained with shy self-deprecation. 

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, sitting down at the table. “Got any plans for today? Or for the summer, I guess?” 

Wading the tentative waters of getting to know someone, he watched your fingers play with the edge of the paper. 

“Just relax for a bit, I think? Catch up with some old friends? No plan really. I just didn’t want to hang out on a deserted campus.”

He nodded. “Makes sense.” 

And so began the morning routine you would both share for the next few weeks. Hesitant and quiet around each other in the beginning, sliding into something normal fairly fast. Your mother was early to rise and early to bed, but he had never been and neither were you. 

He joined you in the late morning at the kitchen table, the curve of your soft cheek highlighted in the slant of light through the window. On the couch at night, a different kind of illumination from the light of the TV, yet hitting your cheek just the same. Your things scattered around the living room, your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom, your clothes mixed with his in the wash. 

Your proximity was what he blamed for the constant thoughts he had about you. 

Every morning he admired how rumpled you looked, how sleepy and soft and inviting. It was endearing, but soon other thoughts edged out the more innocent ones: thoughts about your legs wrapped around his waist, your slender fingers wrapped around something other than a coffee cup. 

The want he felt for you pooled in various places inside him: his brain, his chest, between his thighs. It spilled down the shower drain and spilled hot across his stomach. 

It flooded your mother’s mouth, and she was none the wiser.

Afterwards, she tucked her face into the meat of his shoulder, pressing a kiss against the skin there. Sated and content, she curled herself around him. “Let’s do something this weekend together. Actually make use of that pool we have for once.”

A barbecue. She’d been talking about having one for a while. 

“We’ve been working so hard. I feel like I barely even see you, honey.” 

Something akin to guilt tugged at him, thinking of the shifts he had been picking up in an effort to avoid you. Your eyes, your smile, your stupid sleep shorts.

He hummed his agreement and she kissed him in thanks, her breaths eventually evening out as she fell asleep. 

Frankie lay awake, the image of your closed bedroom door stuck in his mind. 

–

“Jesus Christ,” you murmured as you watched Frankie climb out of the pool. 

Broad, bare shoulders, tanned swathes of skin, cute little dimples just above his ass. Water ran down over his tanned skin, the thin material of his swim shorts stuck to his ass and when he turned around to grab a towel off a nearby chair, you were glad for your sunglasses.

Fuck me. 

The material of his shorts molded to every inch of his thick cock, the shape clearly outlined. Oblivious, he ran the towel over his curls, over his shoulders and arms, down his torso – and when his hand gingerly pulled the material away from his crotch, you memorized the swirl of dark hair that surrounded his navel and led down.  

“Can you help me with the grill, honey?”

Your mom’s voice pulled your attention away from him. 

Her boyfriend, you reminded yourself. Frankie was her boyfriend.

“Yea,” he called back, chucking his towel on the chair. “Be right there. Let me put a shirt on.”

The shirt he shrugged over his head was the same one you folded that morning. The material was threadbare and super soft, the muscles of his back shifting underneath the thin fabric as he sauntered over to the grill. You knew the way it felt in your hands, and at the thought of his body heat through the material, you pressed your thighs together. 

The afternoon sun bathed you in warmth, but it was nothing compared to the heat that pooled inside your bottoms as you continued to watch him from your recline by the pool. His brown curls glinted in the sun, his throat bobbing with a swallow when your mother brought him a beer. 

When his eyes flashed over to you, you finally looked away. 

You saw those deep, doleful brown eyes in your sleep. 

You felt them on you all the time: in the dark living room during family movie time, your mother curled up against his side. In the kitchen after dinner, when you loaded the dishwasher while he put away the food. In the mornings, when you pretended to read the paper while he snuck hooded peeks at you and drank you in. 

Startled by his handsomeness from the very first time you laid eyes on him, your crush only grew with every passing day spent in his company. He was so thoughtful, so attentive and kind, but it was something else buried within his gaze that drew you in. 

A barely restrained want that shone clear on his face every time he looked at you. A need simmering under the surface, you saw the way he fought it. 

You thought about him constantly: imagined him crowding you against the counter in the kitchen, saw him pulling back the shower curtain to join you, pretended your fingers were his in your bed at night. 

Born out of your own need, you pushed him. Played with the limits of his self control, desperate for him to make a move. No action overt enough to be blatant, the way he stared at you made you feel confident, bold. The want pouring off his skin when you hung around him was obvious and thick, filling the space between the two of you until he inevitably excused himself. 

When it’s time to eat, you take a seat next to him on the bench, your thigh pressed hot against his. You waited for him to pull away, but he never did and the intimate sensation of the hair on his leg brushing against your own smoother skin made it hard to eat, though you missed it when he got up. 

Your mother, one margarita too many and giggly and loose, pulled him into a dance under the stars that had just begun to come out. He humored her, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her close, smiling at every murmured secret she slipped into his ear. 

You watched the scene unfold right in front of you with a fond, humoring expression, and his eyes kept finding yours, flashing in the darkness. 

You pretended nonchalance, but the entire time, you wanted. 

He took her to bed while you cleaned up the kitchen. 

You knew he fucked her – you heard it sometimes. They tried to be quiet for your sake but sometimes a whimper would slip down the hall, the deep reverberation of a groan in the dark. 

Climbing into bed that night, your mind lingered on the image of his wet swim trunks. The dark swirl of hair, the heft in the outline. 

You wondered what he fucked like with a cock like that. 

–

“Something’s going on in the Arizona market,” your mom explained, tossing items into her suitcase. A silk blouse spilled over the side, and you tucked it back in with the rest. “I’ll be gone through Thursday, maybe Friday? Hopefully not the weekend, but I’ll let you know.”

“Do you need a ride to the airport?” 

Smiling at you, she stepped forward and cupped your cheek with her hand for a moment. “That’s sweet, honey, but I’m good. Frankie’s got it.”

Apprehension swirled with anticipation, the joint feelings settled low in your gut. You’d been alone with him before, but never for this long. Never truly alone, for days on end. 

The man himself poked his head around the corner of the doorway, the width of his shoulders filling out the frame. He glanced at you, and then his watch. “You about ready, baby?” 

She bustled around the room, tossing things here and there onto the bed and he looked at you again, a slight frown pulling between his brows. 

His expression gave something akin to frustration, and for a split second, you thought it was because of the time your mom was taking. When you felt his dark eyes drop down the length of your body involuntarily and then back up again, you turned away with a small smile, knowing it to be something else. 

–

For the first couple days, he stayed away from the house as much as he could. Kept his distance until he ran out of errands, until he drove down the same stretch of road too many times. He didn’t trust himself to be alone with you, and he hated himself for it. 

Self loathing creeped in every time he thought about the way his jeans tightened even thinking of you alone in the house. His girlfriend’s fucking daughter, half his age. The whole thing was fucked up. 

And yet, he couldn’t stop. 

He felt bad, thinking of you suddenly being all alone after spending so much time with people around, but he told himself that you probably loved having the space to yourself. 

He came in the shower that morning to the thought of your mouth wrapped around the base of his cock, and he was unable to look you in the eye when he saw you in the kitchen afterward. Your hopeful expression lingered in his mind all day as he stretched out the hours. 

The sky turned from light blue to dark, and he finally caved. He couldn’t stay away forever. 

The house was quiet when he walked in, tossing his keys on the entryway table. He crept around, looking for any sign of your presence, until he heard the shower running upstairs. Light spilled down the staircase, and heading into the kitchen, he tried to push down the thoughts running rampant in his head. 

He drank a glass of water, listening. 

The shower turning off (your naked body, damp and warm), your footsteps padding down the hall (that smooth skin, hidden under your towel), your bedroom door shutting (the towel dropping onto your floor). 

He stayed downstairs, turning the TV on to distract himself, the air in the house charged with a magnetic pull from your room. He waited until there had been nothing but silence for the better part of a half hour, then dared to venture upstairs. 

He’d just say goodnight, that’s all. Just so you knew you weren’t alone. 

His knuckles rapped against your door, and he pushed it open when he heard you say come in. 

“Hey,” you greeted him, slight surprise on your face. Stretched out in bed, the inviting cloud of your comforter was plush underneath your body. You paused the movie you were watching, and sat up on your elbows. “Haven’t seen you in a couple days.”

“Yea,” he replied, leaning against the frame of your door. His eyes followed a slow path up your bare legs. 

“Work been crazy or something?” you asked.

“Something like that, yea,” he answered. His hand stayed on the knob of your door, an anchor that kept him from crossing a line. “I actually just stopped by to say goodnight. I’m gonna turn in.”

“Already?” you teased. “It’s pretty early, isn’t it? Aren’t you gonna live it up while my mom is gone?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ve lived it up enough. I’m an old man, remember? We don’t do that kind of stuff.”

“Forty-five is hardly an old man,” you scolded with a smile. “You wanna watch a movie instead?”

You patted the bed next to you, and his face sobered. You didn’t see it, instead reaching for the lotion on your bedside table to work some into your hands and the image of you jerking his cock with that same lotion flashed across his mind. He frowned. 

“In here?” 

You shrugged, laying back down. “I mean, I’m already all set up in here…”

You left the offer hanging, and even though he knew - he fucking knew he shouldn’t - he found himself nodding. 

You looked surprised at his answer for a split second, and then pleased. 

“Let me go get changed.”

He walked down the hall towards his room, scolding himself the entire time. Don’t do this, don’t do this, don’t go back into that fucking room. Don’t think about how smooth her skin is and how much you want to kiss her.  Don’t think about how her sheets smell like her, don’t think about how much you want to lick her cunt. 

The thoughts ran on a loop as he peeled off his work clothes. 

They echoed in his head as he pulled on his sweats. 

They followed him out of his bedroom and all the way down the hall, stopping at your doorway.

You turned your head, looking at him expectantly, looking so fucking lush and innocent, so eager to have him join you. 

He swallowed hard, mouth watering and left his guilt in the hallway, joining you in bed.

–

Pretending to ignore the heavy blanket of tension pulsing between your bodies, you kept your eyes fixed on the screen. 

Stretched out next to you, he kept a respectable distance, but you felt the heat that poured off of his skin. He looked so large in your bed, so much like a man. His long limbs splayed out over your girlish comforter, his masculine scent filled the space and when he crossed his arms, you admired the way the hem of his sleeve stretched around his bicep. 

Lightheaded and trembling with a heady want that ached between your thighs, you made it through the whole movie – until the room descended into darkness, until the credits rolled and the screen went black  

Until it was just the two of you sitting side by side in the dark. 

The sheets rustled when you rolled onto your side to face him. 

“What did you think?” you asked quietly. 

He looked down at you from his slouch on the bed, and your fingers twitched with the need to smooth away the crease that rested permanently between his brows. You would think he was mad if not for his eyes: those always look conflicted more than anything. Constant turmoil, roiling deep within the dark depths. 

Not answering, he stared down at you for a long moment before shrugging. 

“Okay, I guess. Well, have a good night.”

He then started to slide off the bed. 

Disappointment flooded your chest, the tension that you’d been feeling for the last two hours releasing restlessly through your limbs. Already making plans to get your vibrator from your side table to use while burying your face into the sheets he was just sitting on, he stilled. 

Your eyes fixed on his broad back, you could almost see the decision being made and he quickly turned before he could convince himself to stop. 

Bending down, he kissed you. 

It was consuming. The brush of his mustache, the taste of his mouth, the weight of his solid body as he pushed you into the bedding, draping it over yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth to slide against your own, and he swallowed the soft sound that caught in the back of your throat. Pushing himself into the cradle between your thighs, he forced them open wider as he deepened the kiss, and his dry, calloused hand slid underneath the hem of your shirt, wrapping around your hip. 

You knew you should push him away, but your hands only dragged him closer, grabbing everything you could touch: the slip of his curls, the curve of his whiskered jaw, the rounds of his broad shoulders. You dug your fingertips into his sides as he ground his hips against yours and your knees hitched higher around his torso. 

His hand wrapped around the top of your shin, pushing down to hold you in place.  

“Jesus,” he breathed into your mouth between kisses, his fingers tightening in their hold before sliding down to touch everything he can: the meat of your hips, his big hand cupping your ass with a greedy squeeze. Need rolled off of him in waves, his touch betraying just how long he had thought about this and his mouth shifted down to devour the long line of your neck, tasting the sweet hollow of your throat. 

Your pulse beat fast under his tongue, speeding up when he let out a groan against the sensitive skin. 

“Take – take this off–” he sat back on his ankles, his hands fumbling with your shirt.

As soon as you pulled it over your head, his mouth latched onto your nipple. His tongue swirled around it, sliding over the peaked bud with a suck. His beard scraped across your sensitive skin, leaving a wet path that glistened over the plane of your chest as he dragged his mouth to your other breast and his heavy hand reached down to cup you wholly over your sleep shorts. 

His fingers dug into the dip of your entrance and the heel of his hand ground hard against your clit. 

“I can’t stop thinking about this pussy,” he confessed. His fingers rubbed harder, and he groaned hot against your skin. “I can already feel how soaked she is for me. How much she wants it.”

You nodded with a whimper, rolling your hips into his touch. “God yes. Please.”

He pulled back just enough to stare down at your face, his pitch black eyes sliding over your features to settle on your open mouth. “Tell me you want this. Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“Yes. Please, please,” you begged.

“It’s gonna be a lot, baby.” He wetted his bottom lip with his tongue, his hand working, working, working. “She’s gonna need to be wet to take what I need her to take.”

A fresh wave of arousal washed through you, and your sleep shorts clung to your center with every grind of his palm. His thick fingers nudged the fabric to the side, exploring. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, releasing a heavy breath. “Fuck.” 

His eyes fluttered shut with a frown as his touch slid through your soaked seam and kissing you again, he timed the slide of his tongue with the slick stretch of two fingers. 

Your thighs opened wider around his waist, a whine crawling out of your throat when he pushed them deeper and when he started a smooth, audible stroke, you started to ride his hand. 

You’d been watching his fingers for months: wrapped around the steering wheel in the car, loosely cradling the neck of a beer bottle, drumming against his thigh when he watched TV sometimes. You’d imagined them tucked inside you so many times, buried in your mouth or your cunt, and as he worked a third one in, you let out a filthy moan. 

“I gotta work it open, baby,” he soothed, pulling your earlobe between his lips. “It’ll be okay. I know you can take it.”

His hips started to follow the rhythmic roll of his hand and when he seemed satisfied with how much you could take, he slid his fingers out, reaching to tear his shirt off over his head. When he pushed his fingers into his mouth for a moment, his lips wrapping around his knuckles as he sucked your taste off the thick digits, his hooded eyes took in the way you scrambled to take your sleep shorts off. 

Following your lead, he dumped everything onto the floor beside your bed, and it felt like heaven when you felt his bare skin against the inside of your thighs. So broad, so firm and strong, his body pressed you into the mattress and you felt the hot, pulsing heft of his cock pushing against your cunt. You clenched at the teasing sensation of what was to come, and reached down to grasp him, but his hand caught yours and pushed it into the bedding above your head. 

“Let me do it. I wanna watch your face when I put it in,” he confessed, resting his weight on top of you as he reached down with his other hand to guide himself in. 

Sticky slick smeared between the both of you, and when the tip of his cock forced you to bloom around him, his eyes fixed on your face. Greedily, he devoured the sight of your mouth dropping open, a tiny tiny frown appearing between your brows and he thickened inside you, pushing forward.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “It’s so much.” So much more than you ever thought it would be, even with all the months spent imagining it. 

He bottomed out and the air froze in your lungs, your cunt stuffed fuller than it’s ever been. 

“Shhh,” he soothed, staying in place to let you adjust. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So tight.”

Squirming underneath him, you hitched your knees higher around his torso and he rocked his hips to slide halfway out before grinding back in with a weighted push. He gave you a minute: a tense minute, a minute thick and full of wanting, a minute where all you could focus on was the stretch of his cock and the heated bulk of his body and the firmness of his chest pressed against yours. 

He brushed his lips against yours, and gently rolled his hips. 

“Do you know how much I’ve thought about this? About fucking you, in this bed?” His voice deep and breathless, it sounded overwhelmingly intimate breathed against your cheek. 

You shook your head. 

“I thought I was the only one,” you admitted. “I used to think – oh fuck – I used to think about you coming down the hallway in the night. Crawling into my bed and fucking me just like this. Just like I can hear you fuck her.”

“You listen to me fuck her?” His hips rocked forward a little faster, picking up pace. 

“I can’t help it,” you whined. “The sounds – the sounds you make. I wanted to make you make them. I wanted to be the reason.”

His fingers pushed through the hold of your own, locking your hands together above your head and he dug his knees into the bed for leverage. Your breasts shifted underneath him, bouncing lightly as he fucked into you harder and his eyes dropped down to watch. “You are, baby. You are. I think about you all the time.”

Building steadily underneath him, your head pushed back into the bedding and his mouth found your throat, his teeth scraping against the tender skin. His hips never stopping their filling grind, you pushed your fingers through his curls and when he bit down with a suck, a slurred yes slipped out of your outstretched throat. 

You imagined your mom seeing it, asking you if you went on a date with someone. 

His strokes got harder, harsher, his hips snapping against yours and digging your fingers into the soft globes of his ass, you forced him deeper. When you clenched around his thick length, he looked down at you, wrecked and desperate. 

“I wish I tasted you,” he groaned. “Next time, okay?”

You frantically nodded, unable to focus on anything but the bright, shining edge of your release. 

He could see it, feel it in the squeeze of your soaked cunt and his vision blurred around the edges, his own want building at the base of his spine. 

“You gonna come?”

You are. The sounds he’s making above you and the way he feels inside you and the scent and need rolling off his skin and those fucking pitch black eyes that have been in your dreams for months – 

Slick dripped down the curve of your ass, your hips locking up underneath him and when you came with a silent cry, he groaned deep and loud, fucking you right through it. 

“Tell me I can fucking come inside you. Say it,” he pleaded, fingers gripped on your chin to hold your gaze on his. His words punctuated by the snap of his hips, you nod your head. 

“Do it,” you whined.

Your fingers threaded through his curls, it’s the tug that you give that does it. Coming harder than he had in his fucking life, he filled your tight cunt with thick ropes of his spend. Endless, smeared over the shaft of his thick cock as he continued to pump into you because he couldn’t stop, slipping out to drip onto the delicate sheets below. 

“Christ,” he groaned, his jaw clenched as the veins in his neck strained above you, his hips stuttering. Slowing them into a languid roll against your own, his softening cock was still a thick, filling weight inside and when he looked down at you, you recognized the guilt that already flooded the brown depths. 

You stared right back, holding him tight. 

“Stay,” you murmured, holding him in place when he started to roll off of you. 

You wanted to remember this. The hot press of his skin against yours, tacky and slick with sweat. The warm gust of his breath over your lips, the rapid beat of his pulse under his flushed neck. The wild curls that stuck damply along his hairline, the brush of his fingers as he tenderly thumbed at the curve of your jaw. 

He swallowed and you could see the war in his eyes, something you recognized as being there from the start. His hand curled over the crown of your head, and you pressed a kiss to his throat. 

“You can’t –” he started, eyes fluttering shut at the press of your mouth. “You can’t tell your mom about this, okay. We can’t say anything.”

We. You reveled in the sound of the word, your head nodding underneath him. A secret to share. Something for the two of you alone. 

“I won’t,” you promised. “Just don’t leave, okay?”

You felt small and vulnerable asking, and when he looked down at you, a glimpse of the girl he imagined on that very first day tugged at his memory. Not the age he pictured of course, but the way you needed him. 

The way he wanted you to need him all along. 

His face nuzzled yours, his nose sliding across your cheek. A kiss pressed against the soft, youthful curve of your cheek that he had admired for months, he nodded with your sweet taste still lingering on his tongue. 

“I won’t, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

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Exs: Jeff Clarke x Reader

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It isn’t often you drop into the fire station. Sometimes there’s a crossover, Jeff ends up at Chicago Med or you have to drop something off but you don’t generally stray onto each other’s territory. You’re both professionals after all.

Unfortunately it’s been a hectic morning. Rocco had swallowed one of Jeff’s socks, which meant a visit to the vet. Jeff had had to bring him to work because he had to be supervised for the next twenty four hours and there was an overlap in your schedules.

It’s when you pull onto the street outside the firehouse that you see Jeff and Lisa out on the courtyard. They’ve been divorced over a year now, separated for another before that. He’d told you the story, he’d been back barely a month before she’d walked out on him. He was falling apart after his last tour and instead of supporting him, she’d packed her stuff and left. It’s only afterwards that he’d discovered she’d been seeing another man.

You can tell he’s livid from his stance. His back is ramrod straight, his muscles tense and rigid. He clasps his hands behind his back, one hand gripping his wrist as if he’s terrified he’s going to take a swing at her. There’s a moment of indecision on your part because this conversation it looks private but you can tell that Jeff’s about five seconds from losing his temper. You’ve seen it happen once before when a guy laid hands on you in the Emergency Room, and the signs are there now as you approach the two of them.

“Let’s just spend some time together.” You hear Lisa say and it riles something deep inside of you.

You aren’t a possessive by nature but you are protective and Lisa, she has no idea of the damage she did to Jeff’s psyche, how he shut down completely after she left, how he couldn’t trust, how he isolated himself because he felt worthless, broken.

It’s only being here at the firehouse that changed those things, finding people who accepted him, who cared about him. He started to open up again after that, adjust to life as a civilian.

“I would rather eat glass.” He tells her, his tone fierce as he speaks. “You destroyed me Lisa, you don’t get to come back now because you’re feeling lonely.”

It’s then that he sees you, your hands tucked in your pockets as you step towards him. His eyes are a furious shade of blue, wild and torrent like the sea in a storm. He doesn’t want you to see this, to him like this. Being around Lisa flicks a switch in his brain, it makes him angry, dark, vengeful.

Lisa follows his gaze, her eyes coming to rest on you. You see the moment of realisation, she looks between you and Jeff before she crosses her arms over her chest.

“He’ll never love you.” Lisa tells you as she begins to walk away. “He isn’t capable of it.”

Jeff flinches at the words, they strike like bullets, searing through his chest. He wants to tell you it’s not true, that he cares deeply for the people in his life but the words they just won’t leave his lips because Lisa has this way of getting in his head, of messing with him.

“Your ex is a piece of work.” You tell him as the two of you watch Lisa climb into her car, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Yea.” He says with a sigh, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. “I don’t like what she brings out in me.”

“I have an ex like that too.” You find yourself telling him. “Back in St Louis. It’s was like a needle in my brain everytime he opened his mouth. I hated the person I was when I was around him.”

Jeff tilts his head towards you, his eyebrows furrowing. It’s the first time you’ve mentioned the reason you left Missouri, he’d assumed it was the position at Med but now he can tell there’s more to the story.

“Tell me about it?” He asks you, because he thinks you might just be the only person in the world who actually understands the rawness that Lisa brings out of him.  

You link your arm through his, guiding him gently back towards the firehouse. The scent of your perfume floods his senses and already he feels the fight ebbing out of him. He doesn’t understand how you do this, how your presence has the ability to sooth him, calm him.

“His name was Elliot,” You begin as you walk slowly towards the firehouse. “And he was an idiot…”

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[boyinafandom]

Hitting the curve

Part 2

"I don't think that we would rhyme.

I will wear you down in time.

I will hurt you,I'll desert you.

I am Jackie down the line."

-Jackie down the line- Fountains D.C.

____________________________

The team was on the jet, flying back from a case.

It was completely normal. Maybe about...2 in the morning.

"It's almost witching hour,"

You coo under your breath

"Did you know that it's not just at 3 am-"

Spencer starts, only to be cut short by Derek

"Reid. It's way to late for you're random fun facts."

He grumbles

"Oh shut up Derek. It wouldn't kill you to let him talk. J Christ."

You snap, a light growl tinging in the back of your throat by the end of your sentence.

"Keep talking honey."

You say, looking over to him. Like you're all ready to hear what he has to say.

"Uh-" he starts "well in most folklore it's actually between 3 am and 4am. And in some cases immediately after midnight."

He says, huffing a happy sigh,

Meanwhile, Derek's mouth is just hanging open, looking at you, like no one's ever told him to shut up before.

_____

When you're finally done with your paper work, you pack up and go home. Sliding into your car, starting it up and making your way home.

But all Reid could think about is the way you snapped on Derek. "Shut up Derek." He thinks.

Replaying it in his mind. Over and over again. On loop, before snapping back to reality when he over hears Derek talking to Rossi talking about how "weird" you had acted towards him:

"Well they definitely could have been nicer."

Rossi states, taking a sip of his (assumed to be) coffee.

"I mean yea- they don't usually act that hostile. Although, now that I really think back on it, one time I told them to get to the point. And they looked at me like they might become the unsub..."

He says with a shiver, like thinking about it makes his skin crawl all over again.

Spencer finally pulls his gaze back to his own work. Contemplating something.

Fuck it.

What's stopping him?

_______

Again this is on wattpad, the tag is “boyinafandomtumblr”

[aleksa-sims]

Simself Story

CW: addiction, pregnancy, cheating, divorce

I told him... 😢🤦‍♀️

As the sun slowly rose after we talked all night about what Daniel has experienced the last 4 months, it was my turn, to tell him what I did, while he was gone...

What I can say? 😞... He was devastated. It wasn’t really my pregnancy or the fact that I get a baby by someone else, what has made him so upset, but rather the... circumstances that led to it and how it all came about. All our probs were caused by that damn attack/assault on us, 8 months ago. This thing has traumatized us. We both had difficulty processing it.

My parents told him I was dating Nico. The day he came back, he talked to them. He asked questions. And now, D. wanted to know from me, why I even met Nico? Did I call him? Or he me? How did we get there? Well, the stranger I met online... 🤦‍♀️

Daniel: He did it all on purpose! He pretended to be a stranger playing Sims with you. I mean how sick is that?... Did you know it was him? Did you lie to me? Be honest!

Me: No, I swear I didn't know!!! You know the whole story, I showed you everything he texted me. And he didn’t plan on breaking us up. He never meant to see me, he knew I loved you and we were married. He even helped me make up with you. It wasn’t until weeks after you left, that Nico started giving me more and more clues about his true identity. Listen D., he tried to distract me. I was always sad. I was looking for you everywhere with Alex. I was devastated! And I also relapsed, really bad, I fucked up sm. 🤦‍♀️😞

Daniel: You want to divorce me. Everything breaks dwon.... This is worse than the shit my crazy mother did to me. You and me... that wasn’t planned to end this way! It should never end!

Me: I'm so sorry. I don’t want it to end either. That’s why I married you, I love you, but-...... how’s this gonna work?

Daniel: You love him, not me! Otherwise, you’d just stay here. But you decided to divorce me and start a new life with him. So go! Go to him!..... What the fuck are you waiting for?

Me: No, I’m not leaving. I can’t leave you alone now. I’ll stay with you, as long as you need me.

Daniel: Damn, stay away from me!!.... Leave me alone, or I might say something I don’t want.

I couldn’t leave him alone. So I just stood aside somewhere in a corner, looking down, while Daniel left the living room. I touched my belly.  I apologized to my Baby for the hatred I felt for myself at that moment. I was disgusted with myself. I resented myself for constantly repeating the same, damn mistakes. I never wanted to hurt Daniel!! He deserved me to stay with him and live our fucking lives the way it used to be. I have to find a solution!

Half an hour later, I went over to Daniel to look after him. And.....huh? Is Daniel cuddling his old teddy bear??? 🤨😄

Me: Daniel?..You ok?... You... need a huggie? 😳😬

Daniel: Nah, I just don't wanna see you. And why's that old dust catcher here? He also smells like you.

Me: I found him at your house the last time we were there. Your sister said it was yours once. And the other day when I was home, I found him in my closet. I gave him a little makeover. I cleand him and put some of my perfume on him. And yea, he's cute I wanted to keep him.

Daniel: I hate that teddy bear. He disappointed me when I was 7, just like you now. 😒

Me: Um... that's just a toy, Daniel. How can a teddy bear disappoint you? 🤨

Daniel: I got him when I was five. My crazy mother kept locking me in the closet as you know. He was my bud, who was allowed to accompany me. And whenever I was alone in our damn house, I was less afraid, bcs he was there too. But on my 7th birthday I found out who gave me that teddy bear. It was one of those damn witches my mother met at her fucking clut-parties. That woman also told me my teddy bear was not a boy as I thought, it was a girl! She showed me the label. And well, at 7 I could read. The label said, "Susi the bear." I was totally disappointed. He wasn’t my friend anymor, just a fucking traitor! A damn witch, Susi, like one of my mothers odd followers. 😠

Me: Sorry. I didn’t know, I’m gonna put him away. 😞

Daniel: Take it with you! Maybe your soccer player's gonna be happy about it. Kind of like a trophy for him. He’s an athlete, he should like that. 🤷‍♂️

Me: I’ll save your old teddy bear for my Baby. I thought one day, we could give it to our own baby, but if I had only guessed, I would be pregnant by someone else.... I-...agh, Daniel. I'm so sorry. I wish it was.................... otherwise. 😢I could stay with you, but what should I say to Nico? I can’t hurt him, and I don’t want to hurt you either. Really not! But I’ll find a solution. I won’t let you down.

Daniel: I don’t want....your solution. I want my girl to myself. I'm not gonna share you with him. I ain't like Philip, damn it! So just go!

I went out to our roof. I wanted to take Daniel’s laundry off the cloth-line. I wanted to help him and be there for him. But Daniel was annoyed.

Daniel: Hey! Don't you hear?... What are you still doing here?

Me: I wanna be there for you. I’m just helping you.

Daniel: I don’t need you as a cleaning lady or maid! I need my... wife!

Me: I’m not going! This is my home too!

Daniel: Fine! I’ll give you an hour. If you’re still there, I’ll lock the door. Then, you really have to stay here,.... overnight! I won’t unlock the door until tomorrow.🤨

Me: I have a key, you smart guy. 😒

Daniel: Not anymore, know-it-all. 🤨 Besides, I’m stronger than you.

Me: You’re gonna handcuff me?

Daniel: The clock's ticking. One hour! Decide!

Previous/Next

[obanais-koibito]

Warlock Sanemi x Neko Reader Part 1

Just in case you don’t know, a warlock is a man who practices witchcraft (basically like a male witch)

Sanemi was out on a walk to find some of the herbs he needed for his next spell. The forest was pretty quiet with the occasional rustling of leaves and bushes but it was quiet enough for him to zone out. He was lost in thought so he didn’t notice the little cat sleeping on the path and only noticed it when he nearly stepped on it. The cat scurried out of the path of his foot just in time.

“What the- oh, it’s a cat.”

He said as he recoiled his foot and the cat hissed at him while arching its back as a defense mechanism. He couldn't help but wonder why a random cat was in the middle of the woods all alone but then he figured it was a stray. He felt a little bad for the cat so he kneeled down next to it and slowly reached out his hand to pet it. The cat hesitated before letting Sanemi gently scratch behind its ear.

“Wonder what sick human lets a poor cat all alone in the wild.”

He mumbled, disappointed that someone could be this heartless. 

“Some humans are pure evil.”

The cat replied, he wasn’t expecting an answer but when he received one, he recoiled back since he was startled.

“Huh?!”

He watched as the cat before him shifted into a human with cat ears and a tail.

“What the hell are you? Some sort of demon or ghost?!”

You tilted your head in a confused manner.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m a neko, I thought you were smart but I guess I was wrong.”

He dismissed the insult and said,

“A neko huh? I thought those were just a myth…”

You smacked him with your tail and he looked at you with a surprised expression along with an annoyed one.

“Hey! What the hell was that for?”

“Cmon, a myth? Really, are you that gulliable and naive?”

He glared at you before letting out a sigh and rolling his eyes. He didn’t want to leave the neko out in the wild alone, plus he admitted that it was a little lonely all by himself all the time.

“Stop being snappy and sassy and I will let you live with me, deal?”

You were incredibly eager to get out of the forest, it was often cold and nerve wracking at night since there were some dangerous animals roaming for prey. It was challenging to find available food and sometimes you even had to hunt creatures smaller than yourself to survive. You were also curious as to why this man was wearing strange clothes and in the middle of the woods.

“Deal.”

He nodded and you shifted back into cat form so that he could carry you through the forest. 

“Do you know your way around here?”

He asked you and you nodded.

“Are there any angelica leaves or epazote?”

“Yea…why?”

You asked in a skeptical tone, was he a chef or something? He sighed before answering your question.

“I need them for spells since I ran out, that’s the reason why I am here.”

You stared at him, did he say spells? He picked up that you were waiting for him to continue.

“I’m a warlock, I practice witchcraft.”

After staring at him for a couple seconds longer, you started laughing and he looked at you confused.

“What’s so funny?”

He asked in an annoyed tone, he already knew that he was going to regret this decision to keep you.

“Magic isn’t real, that’s what’s funny so you just mix different shampoos in the showers and call them potions like a little 5 year old?”

You continued to laugh and he just kept walking while scowling. Once your laughter died down, he asked.

“Answer my question, are there any angelica leaves or epazote? I don’t have all day.”

“Oh yea, they're both next to the same swamp although the swamp is a bit far from here. You still need those herbs *in a mocking tone* for your wittle potions?”

You began laughing again and Sanemi just groaned, he couldn't wait to prove you wrong and show you how real his magic was. About an hour flew by before Sanemi walked inside his home with his herbs and his new companion. He placed you down and went to go put the herbs up in a proper place.

You wandered around, observing the details of his home.

“Wow, he must be really into this witchcraft stuff…”

You muttered and then he came back with some clothes for you.

“Yea, because I’m a warlock I need to have this stuff. Now stop talking about it and put these on. I bet they’re a lot more comfortable than the clothes you’re currently wearing.“

He handed you the clothes as you shifted into human form and you took them from him. They were your size and this puzzled you, he saw the confused expression on your face and thought it was kind of cute.

“How do you know what size I am?”

He chuckled and winked at you.

“Magic.”

[elliesslutworld]

Friendly Tension

Synopsis-You and ellie had been best friends since freshman year of high school now it is their sophomore year of college. ellie has always had a crush on you and every since you’ve came out of the closet y’all’s tension has grown. what will happens when y’all make an agreement not knowing each other secretly have feelings for one another?

Authors note-This is my first fic so if it isn’t the best writing bare with me it will get better lol hope y’all like it i’m trying to do story lines that haven’t really been written for ellie! also don’t mind my grammar. and please don’t leave any hate i’m trying lmfao.

Warnings-I don’t own any of tlou characters etc I only own my own character hailey nothing else. smut, dom ellie, sub reader, flirting, sexting, tension, sexual games, praising and degrading kink etc if there are any more lmk!

I’m in the car with my best friend Ellie Williams we are on our way back to the University of Wyoming. I’ve known Ellie since freshman year of high school, she and Joel had just moved to Jackson and luckily the house right next to mine. Ever since I met her and introduced her to my friends we had all bonded. The music had pulled me out of my thoughts when I heard ‘diamond eyes’ by deftones come on “Ellie turn it up I love this song!” she chuckled a bit and complied. It was a couple hour drive so I eventually feel asleep to my music.

Ellie’s POV-

“hey Hailey could you skip this song?” after a few seconds of silence i look over and see her sleeping. she is so beautiful. i’ve had a crush on her ever since I met here except i’ve never made a move because were best friends and i thought she was a straight as a fucking ruler until she came out not to long ago. I sighed frustrated with myself for being so blind but all my thoughts go away when i look at her again. i take a quick photo of her knowing all i’m going to do is stare at it later and be a delusional loser lesbian. I take a deep breath as i prepare myself for this year of college. i mean i’ve had feelings for her for years this year won’t be any different.

Hailey’s POV-

it had been a few hours of dina and i unpacking and we were practically finished. i dragged my feet to my bed groaning as i let myself fall onto it. “Dinaaaaaa i’m so bored” i said over dramatically “then why don’t we go over to ellie’s hangout and smoke?” i shot up and shouted at her “perfect just let me freshen up and we can go” dina rolled her eyes “you just want to look good for ellie admit it” you shook your head of disbelief “dina your my best friend so that being said i wouldn’t lie to you.. so no but i am extremely horny so maybe” dina laughed “just fuck her already y’all’s tension is so thick it’s like almost distracting” i walked out of our closet in some simple hoodie and sweats applying some lip gloss telling her i was ready.

we both walked out of our dorms taking the elevator down bickering with each other the entire time. i had knocked on ellie’s door i could hear her slightly grown and then trip over something with a bang saying “shit, ow fuck that hurt” as she opens the door. she instantly tried to play it off saying “hey guys come in” we walked in “did you stub your toe again ellie?” she blushed and shook her head “no your just imagining things” i replied with a sure giggling at her awkwardness. “sooo why are you guys here?” she asked while glancing over to me. she was wearing black sweats and a black tank top witch silver jewelry, was she trying to seduce me? “haileyyyy” she said while waving her hand in-front of my face snapping me back to reality “hmm?” dina laughed slightly saying “she’s in a horny day dream right now don’t mind her, we got bored so we thought, smoke with ellie?” she said shrugging “dude i’m not in a horny sex day dream i was just spaced out” i huffed “are you sure about that?” ellie said as she sat down right beside me pulling my feet into her lap. “yea i’m pretty sure ellie” i said confused where all her confidence came from “if you say so babe” she said while staring at you leaning back. flustered you look away at dina “so are we going to smoke or just sit here?” ellie got up saying i’ll be right back. She came back with a couple pre rolls finch you and her one to share and dina her own. y’all had been smoking for a while now laughing with each other over nothing. “dina how come plants get life from the sun but we get aged-“ your breath hitched as ellie started to rub your thigh up and down caressing your legs getting a little to high up your thigh at times. “i would love to talk about that more but i promised jesse i would see him tonight” me and ellie got up to say goodbye and lock the door behind her. i mentally cursed out dina for leaving me be with ellie while i was high and horny.

Ellie’s POV-

as i closed the door i turned around to see hailey looking back at me with her droopy red eyes, a glint of mischief i rarely see. i grab her hand and lead her back to the couch pulling her close to me hugging her waist. “you wanna smoke some more?” i ask hoping for a yes “obviously” she said chuckling. i spark it up again, take a hit, and hand it back to her. “so what did dina mean by that horny day dream?” she looked at me taking another hit, “i don’t think you really want to know” i smile slightly pulling her body impossibly closer “i really do” i said challenging her, “don’t get all shy on my now” teasing her.

Hailey’s POV-

I suck in my breath not sure how to get out of this situation. i stare back at her, she looks so hot right now she was teasing me earlier and i’m really horny how am i not going to give in. “Truth or dare? i ask hoping to avoid that particular topic. “dare” ellie said not breaking eye contact, “okay i dare you to do a shotgun with me” it’s okay if i give into a little temptation right? ellie smirked as she picked up the joint with her long veiny hands. ellie stares at me “sit on my lap” i only smirk at this and comply to her demand straddling her. ellie takes a hit sits down the joint and takes my neck with one hand resting her other only my waist gripping tight as she blows smoke into my mouth. I close my eyes feeling euphoric as she pushes slightly on my pressure points making feel light headed. i can only focus on the fact of how close our lips are to fully touching it making me whimper slightly. “what baby, what’s wrong?” ellie says smirking knowing what i want. “you know what i want ellie just give it to me already” i whine, “your gonna have to try a little harder than that, beg.” she stated as she slightly pushed my hips down onto her thigh. still in disbelief i smile lightly “i’m not going to beg ellie”

[greenkirbkid456u]

Ruuuby diary

Written by greenkirbkid456u characters are made by arcadekitten these are not my characters!!

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 Dear diary

i….. I had the dream again… i saw … it? Her? Me. I saw me again. I was just staring at myself. It was…. Odd just like the other times.. Um… i was just staring at me. I couldn't move… and when i did a very sharp pain shot though my body.. So.. I didn't. I just stared in my own eyes… its. Eyes there was black as the night but no pretty stars in then just pitch blackness… but it didn't scare me like it would normally do it.. It.. Hmm how do i saw this? It was strangely comforting? It was weird.. No it IS weird! They looked like me talked like me and walked like me! Im pretty sure it is ME! But not like the voice in my head it was like…. Something alien. But normal? Natural? Right. It… no sorry she said to me. (You will join us one day and you will be beautiful just… like. Us.) Her words was… so soothing but so confusing! Who is us? Why do i need to join them?...... Why do i want to join them? Well it was no use anyway shorty after she said that my body felt heavy and then i woke up. And then i started to write this! Well…. I have to meet Stella today we are going on a picnic! 

Dear diary

Its still the same day! The picnic went well! …. Well mostly… not that anyone got mad!! But i told.. Stella about my dream! It came up when me and raj was talking about weird dreams heh heh…. Stella then looked at me with a very worried look…. I thought my dream was fine buuuuuutttt Stella said that i needed to come with her….alone well i did and she started to question me! Then i told her everything and then she told me that i might be dealing with something called a demon! I.. Was trying to say it was just a dream but she said that it wasn't just a dream and told me if i had the dream again then to come back to her immediately. Now im somewhat scared….but i don't think that it was bad! Right?

Dear diary 

Today is the next day and i had the dream again! But it was different i was in a fully white room.. I was staring at a mirror in the middle of the room…. I saw her again. She was in the mirror but she was very VERY different a bit scary i say! Heh heh… but she was a giant eye just staring into my soul though the mirror i think i could move? I didn't try too… it was like the mirror was um whats the word hp.. Hp.. Hypnotizing me? Yea.. Thats it while i was staring it felt like me my body my mind… my soul? Was being taken away…..it felt good like it was meant to happen… it was weirdly right? In that sense but… well just staring at the mirror made my body heavy like i was about to go to sleep but. Then she spoke again.. (You need to come with us we will give you a new better home ruuuby don't you want that?) I don't remember what i said but she then smiled at me as she reached her hand out of the mirror when it got to me the grabbed me by the hand and started to pull me into the mirror and before i could get in the mirror….i woke up pretty late at night as well… thats why im writing this now…. Im going to get some thing to eat… 

Then ruuuby goes down stairs and then cooks up a pie for herself to eat

R: mmm! Gosh ruuuby how do you do it! Heh heh (she said talking to herself as she heard a knock at the door) oh? Who is up at this hour? Um… coming! (Ruuuby then goes to the door) um who is it? 

L: ruuuby its me! Lambchop! Open the door i have a surprise for you…. (He had a malicious sounding tone to his voice) 

R: oh!! Ok! Hold on! (Ruuuby said while blushing as she open the door) hi lam- (but before the pooor sweet girl could get anymore words out a axe was swung at her neck killing her instantly) 

L:HHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA DAMN! You stupid idiot!!! By the star witches! You poor fools are all the same! (The asshole said as he walked away)  well see you in the morning!   

But ruuuby couldn't hear him she couldn't hear anything she woke up in a pitch black void as she was floating in the middle of it

R:what? (Ruuuby said her head pounding and her vision blurry) what happened? Why am i back here? Is she here?

As soon as ruuuby said this the fake of her appears floating right in front of her and… she looked enraged.

R: oh! Um…. Hello again? Im surprised i can speak! Heh heh are…. You ok?

Her: no i am not… we are not… do you know what he did to you?

R: um no? Well i felt something sharp hitting my neck? Buuuu- 

HER:HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW HE KILLED YOU!  (The thing yells at ruuuby angered)

R: what? No! Lambchop would never do that he is too sweet for that!

HER: oh ruuuby you sweetheart your soul is brighter then the sun BUT you cannot be further then the truth he had a axe he swung it at you…. He killed you…

R: (ruuuby thought about it for a minute) no… you will have to show me proof. I will not believe you so easily. (Ruuuby said sternly)

HER: but ruuuby. ( she said with a surprisingly high amount oh sadness) ok then (then she snaps her fingers and ruuuby remembers something something that Stella locked away the night… that damn night when lambchop forced her to eat her own friend buck) see?

R: oh…. Oh my god.. (Ruuuby then falls on her knees and starts to gag and then throw up the pie she eat earlier) why? Why? Did he do that! I… i thought we was… friends.

HER: no we are NOT. That monster he….. Has been doing this for a while with everybody in the town it is….vile.

R: oh… well (ruuuby floated there a thought about something) oh! I know! We can tell Stella about it! She will help i know it!

HER:...... (She stared at ruuuby with a cold glare) or i can do this.. 

R: wait what? 

Then she floated away as ruuuby starts to hear her name over and over until

S:RUUUBY!

R:AH! (She wakes up with Stella over her with her head pounding) oh! Um. Hi stella! How are you doing?

S: no no how are you doing ruuuby? Are you ok? Does your head hurt?

R:um… no not really! Im fine! Um so.. Why are you here stella? 

S:oh i was just passing by and i saw you um.. Laying there what happened to you if you can remember(stella said with a reassuring smile on her face)

R:oh um… i was in the kitchen at night then lambchop knocked on the door and then when i open the door i well knocked out heh.. I

Strange isn't it?

S: oh ok Don't worry i will go talk to him ok? (It sounded like Stella was mumbling under her breath)

R: oh! Um ok! Thanks Stella your the best!

S: ha hah! Your welcome got some rest now ok?

R:um? Ok

Dear diary

Its ruuuby again its been a day later and…. Everyone is pretty shaken up… why? Well a day back i was talking to Stella after i knocked out and a few hours after she lefted she was walking around going to everyone house looking for lambchop she told me this when i got there but… he was gone just GONE! Like he left the town entirely! His house and room was gone and the candy shop looked abandoned! It was like he just left but that couldn't be the case i… i went to his house after Stella and i saw his now completely empty house but when i got up to his bedroom all that was left in it was his bed with a lot of blood on it i… i thought i was going to throw up! It was so weird it was just like he was…. Gone. It was strange…. But i know how did it so i rushed back to my home and um…. I tired to go to sleep buuuut i wasn't to tried but i will push though it i need to talk to her.

[gettinshiggywithit]

Day-02 !Baking And Decorating Halloween Cookies With Dabi!

"okay now where do we start?"

dabi stood in the middle of the league's kitchen staring at the countertop that was now laden with various supplies

"Well," pulling out the cookbook your grandma had let you borrow,"now we BAKE!" you said,your hand raised above your head gripping a whisk like a sword

he smiled just a little

"okay no but seriously where do we start??"

"umm flour?"

"how about we start with the recipe?" he said a smirk on his face

"ah yea that."

you placed the book on the counter and flipped through to the section with an orange sticky tab

you'd marked it out the night before because you were excited

not to just be makin cookies with your s/o but also because you were gonna be making your GRANDMA'S recipe with him

it felt like a big step(p.s. it is)

you read it once over and looked at him with a smug expression on your face,"i was right~~ we DO start with the flour!"

"woohoo genius okay now lets ACTUALLY get started."he flicked your forehead and grabbed the flour,beginning to sift it

now it was your turn to smile

you shook your head and got your phone,snapping a photo before you went to spotify to choose a playlist

he heard the camera and turned around

"what're you doing??"

"playlist. one or two?"

"uh two?"

"good choice"

you then connected it to your little speaker and left it

you went over the recipe again and-

"SHITT DAB WAIT"

"WHAT?!"okay now he was worried

"we gotta sift it WITH the baking powder and salt..."

" -_-"

"okay you take over the stand mixer and I'LL sift"

"Yup im not doin that again, got flour all over my shirt.."

"there a wayy to do it without spilling you know?"

"yh yh yh okay im stayin in charge of the recipe from now on"

you mock saluted him at that "sir yes sir!"

he shook his head and went over the recipe and started on the stand mixer

and once he was done you both added the flour to the mixer in bits and mixed it till the mixture was pulling away from the side of the bowl.

next you divided the dough into halves and set it in the refrigerator for 2 hours

what did you do for two hours you ask?

you both took a nap

where?

the couch

dont question it ,it was a goodass nap!

once the two hours had passed

he pre heated the oven to 375 degrees F and you got the dough outta the fridge

you both took a ball each and ,after dusting both the counter and rolling pins(yes the counter was cleaned properlyy) with icing sugar,rolled it out till they were about a 1/4-inch thick

then you took the little halloween cookie cutters and cut out a bunch of little ghosties,pumpkins,witch hats and of course BATSSS

after you were done you both greased two baking sheets and placed the cookies one inch apart from eachother

And popped em in the oven

(BUT JUST BEFOREE YOU PUT EM IN THE OVENN —>

• “hey cant you just,*holds hand above cookies*”

• “use my quirk???”

• “YH!”

• “let me get this straight?you want me to bake these cookies with my quirk?”

• “ n-NO there is absolutely no way in hell im letting these burn!”

• “what if you were extra careful?”

• “no💙”

• “:(”

• “😘☺️”

•End•)

While you let the cookies bake( in an oven NOT powered by his quirk)

You moved onto the icing

You made icing in orange,green,black purple and white!

And after 9 minutes the cookies were done!(okay im lookin at a recipe and writin this so it says 9 mins!)

And after an hour of decorating your baked confections and also eating plenty of icing(yes you did indeed smear it on eachothers noses i dont make the rules!), you were finally done!

You let them cool down and finally when you they were ready

THEY CAME!

Twice and toga came bounding through the door

“Oooh watcha guys make~” toga cooed

“Nothing for you idiots” dabi said as he moved the tray out of her reach

“Now thats not very team-ly of you!” “Who gives a shitt?! I can make better ones myself!” Twice chimed in

You looked to dabi guilt in your eyes these two and their puppy eyes really were your weakness

He clearly didnt share the sentiment

The he finally groaned and set it down on the counter

“FINE but you can only take ONE each” he said holding up His pointer finger for emphasis

They rolled their eyes and took their cookie

Hey something was better than nothing right?

Next you waited till they cooled( in an undisclosed hiding place 🤫 these were yourr cookies you made em TOGETHER hed be damned if he didnt get to enjoy em with you too😤)

And put em into some jars which were then also hidden in an undisclosed location after youd taken the ones youd be eating then

They lasted about two days until he came upto you and suggested that you make another batch together

Was he actually 🤔enjoying it???🤔

Shhhh dont tell anyone 🤫

You MUST be wondering what you did with the little dough edges rightt???

Wellll

You did bake em

And when i say “baked” i mean BURNED TO A CRISPP

You then decorated the horrible treats and packed em up realll nice

They were then shipped of to Endeavour and Family and the rest is history~🤗

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Two hours passed since I watched the TOH season 2 finale. There was a lot to take in. The fandom is probably discussing season 3 but season 2 only now became available in my country and that's why I'm only talking about it now.

Here are my thoughts about TOH season 2 in no particular order:

I strive for a friendship like the kind Lilith and Hooty have

Showing that the Golden Guard acts like a teenager is the best they could have done after revealing that he is a teenager

Speaking of Hunter: It was so great to see him in a team

And caring about Flapjack. What a duo

I love the filter they used on the voice with the diaries

When Hooty ate the letter I got soo mad

I really wanted to punch our favourite tube demon in that moment

But only in that moment because he does care about his residents

I wish we learned more about Gus. I want to learn more about him

His despair when the illusions kick in

Calling himself dumb because "ge should have known" even though he was supposed to be the smart guy

Why do some witches have these magic "boosts"? Gus' eyes turn blue and he is in an illusion. Willow's eyes turn green and ranks appear out of the ground. Why is that? Will we get an explanation to this? It only happened with a specific type of magic

I knew Belos was Phillip when he said he was in the human realm and then proceeded to talk about how nice it is there. Added with the diary entry of Phillip talking about the reflections of the lake, my beliefs only grew stronger

RAINE! RAINE WHISPERS! I like them so much. They don't really seem like a rebel because of their stage freight but they nail it.

Raine's Rhapsody. Eda's Requiem. That... That episode did something to me emotionally. Like someone poked at my heart.

I am more invested in adult characters in cartoons if they are established well. So Raines is an awesome addition

Raine and Eda are star-crossed lovers. I don't know how often I said it while watching the series. They are. They are so beautiful. They care so much about each other.

Raine introduced Eda to Apple Blood, her favourite drink

Raine and Eda met each other but they alread had such a strong bond that they decided to attack a coven head and they didn't even have to say it.

Raine wanted to keep Eda safe. And Eda just ignores the suspicious stuff Luz says if Luz mentions Raine

"Rainstorm"

I'll talk about Raine again

It's so refreshing to see a cartoon family where noone is abusive or absent but it's not completely perfect, not by far.

I am speaking of the Clawthorne family

Her mom didn't disown her, she wants to help but didn't realise that she was causing more harm than helping

Lilith in that episode was me. Lilith, I understand you. Oldest child struggles with being overlooked because you are "self-sufficient" (which you only are because you had to be)

I cried when Gwendolyn apologised to Lilith. That was really nice to see. I rewatched that scene three times and it did help

Eda's dad doesn't hate her

Eda blames herself for the attack

I like how that one was revealed. In a dream of a past memory

Hunter starting to dig a grave because he failed. He did what we all want to do in these moments. And he is still joking.

I was confused when Darius was nice to Hunter because he finally made friends. I was confused because I saw Darius as that bad guy because he captured Raine.

That he is against the Emperor as well makes much more sense

Hunter has a Penstagram account

It took me way too long to realise that those skulls the Titan Trappers wear are just masks

This found family in this show

Eda being vulnerable after always being represented as this snarky clever witch. She cares about her loved ones. She didn't fight Lilith to get into some stupid coven, she sees Luz and King as her children

She regrets not accepting help

Flapjack flying to Hunter was such a nice moment. Hunter believed genuinely that the Emperor was great by giving him magic, letting him keep all magic, gaving him clothes and food and one day off a year

Belos gave Hunter a way to do magic

But Flapjack was his

Birds represent freedom and Flapjack was the first step in freeing himself from Belos

So nice to learn that Eda carved Owlbert with her dad and now she wants to carve a Palismen with Luz

Hunter is a nerd (affirmative)

I like how Amity stopped her dad of giving her a hug. You don't need to forgive someone everything just because they are family

I like how Alador changed sides and wants to get to know his kids. It took way too long tho. But Odalia is suffocating. No weekend of in five years?! Come on. That's going to lead to a divorce

I also like how they give backstories even to small characters. Lile Edric.

Also those cloaking stones are so smart

Lumity was dorky and awkwardin the best way possible

Amity wanting to be an awesome girlfriend. And knowing just what her GF would say

I laughed so hard when it was revealed that Amity was the only one who bought the Good Witch Azura books

I cried so much when Luz picked flowers for her dad.

And Amity was with her

Why did Belos look like this in his mindscape

Do I already want to talk about it?

The season finale?

Okay, let's get over this

The plan with making Eda Coven head seemed so risky and I had a bad feeling.

It was right

Maybe they should have gone with Darius plan

It was so painful to see Eda getting a sigil. That was her thing, being the most powerful witch because she wasn't bound to a coven and was wild

And she gave it up for all the people she loves

I looove The Collectord character design. When he is imprisoned but also when he is free. A child with unimaginable powers obky a Titan could compete against.

He is a child but is overpowered. Not a teen, a child. This was so awesome

Even when dying Raine is doing everything to keep their promise and keep Eda safe...

I didn't got closure on that ship

I didn't got any closure

What happened after they where stranded in the human world

Probably going to find out in season 3

I thought because the episode was called "King's Tide" King is going to transform into his giant Titan form and gain new powers or something like this and save the day

Instead he saved his big sisters by letting go

I am probably going to make another post but those are all my thoughts I can think of in this moment so I am going to stop there. I am soo overwhelmed.

[wutlaikalikes]

where to draw the line?

How do I talk about this without talking about it? Honestly, I have my own personal feelings about this but I have not openly talk about it nor posted about it.

I'm just gonna go ahead and kinda talk about why I suddenly wanted to write. I like vtubers, they are my little escape from life's challenges. I watch them to have a fun and interact with them for a couple of hours to distress and then back to life's challenges.

I am aware of what's happening in the world. There are 3 that I'm actually keeping an eye on. One of the biggest one is the most concerning thing. Lost of life in any sort in not a good thing, especially if the life in question is of those who are innocent and unable to fight for themselves.

What am I doing in support? Honestly, not much. I can't throw money at it, I don't have much to spare. I could post about it, sure I could, but I honestly don't want to. I made a rule for myself not to post things about my personal life. I know this situation is different but I want to don't talk about my thoughts on politics or world issues either. I don't think I'm fully educated enough for such things. I do try to inform myself then I just quietly stand where I feel is right.

So last night something caught my attention then made me mad. You see, a "fan" was disappointed that his/her (i'm not sure of the poster's pronoun) favorite vtuber block him/her after trying to educate him about the boycott. This vtuber posted about a certain fast food place. He/She did this when a big event is about to start. The post is he/she being disappointed but, although I want to give it the benefit of the doubt, it looks like he/she is inciting a witch hunt.

I get that he/she wants the fast food post taken down but do you think they'd listen to you especially you don't speak the same language and you sliding into their professional DMs. I understand what you are doing but honestly you should be messaging his manager or company. Or this vtuber in particular have an alt, why not do it there?

I don't understand that movement where people are trying to block celebrities and influencers for not speaking up or posting about the establishments on the boycott list. What would their IG / X post do? It's not really going to do anything. Maybe you'd say, it's to spread the message. I guess. But you know what, they'd do that but won't talk of boycott. Yea... cause branding. Its not gonna look good on their brand if they start to talk about avoiding certain establishments.

There are better ways to support. There are organizations you can follow and support. These organizations have websites you can share. I get the boycott that's the simplest ones to do.

One last thing. I hope you can consider NOT FORCING others to pick a side or follow your ideology. I get educating others, I understand the sentiment. But constantly waving your beliefs in other people's face is just annoying. The more annoying you sound, the more people are going to avoid you.

You may ask where I stand. 🍉

[lovebiteshqs]

HAS REMINGTON LOCKE ALWAYS HAD A THORN BRANCH GOING THE FULL LENGTH OF HIS INNER LEFT LOWER ARM? COULD BE THAT MORE SOULMARKS ARE APPEARING.

welcome to lovebites Ker, Micheal Trevino is now taken !! please make sure your account is sent in within twelve hours, and give our checklist a read over.

THE BASICS

[ michael trevino. vampire/malk leader. thirty-three/unknown. pansexual. cis male. ] Was that just REMINGTON LOCKE, I saw coming out of THE AMUSEMENT PARK? the MENACE TO SOCIETY is best described as WITTY, but he could also be MANIPULATIVE, and as well as being previously unmarked they can easily be noticed by LEATHER JACKETS WITH NOTHING UNDER, THE FLASH OF FANGS BEHIND A MALICIOUS GRIN, & THE FAINT BURNT MARK WHERE HIS CROSS NECKLACE HAS PRESSED AGAINST SKIN as well as A THORN BRANCH GOING THE FULL LENGTH OF HIS INNER LEFT LOWER ARM, which has only just appeared. //rose with thorns, a branch with leaves growing from it, something trapped inside thorns

THE DETAILS

( MICHAEL TREVINO ) our REMINGTON LOCKE is looking for SOMEONE HE’S TURNED WHO HAS BECOME MORE LIKE A CHILD TO THEM ( 0/2 TAKEN ). They would be NEWBORN VAMP AGE ( appearance age wise 18 - 25 ) and would most likely look like UTP. You DO NOT ( BUT CAN IF YOU WANT TO ) have to contact the player. description: so, sometimes, rem has his soft moments. seeing someone and knowing they have the potential in them to be great? he’s turned them ( that kind of stuff we can plot out, why did he turn them, did they want it, etc ) but yea, he pretty much just sees them as his kids.

( MICHAEL TREVINO ) our REMINGTON LOCKE is looking for HIS OWN PERSONAL WITCH. They would be age utp and would most likely look like UTP. You DO NOT ( BUT CAN IF YOU WANT TO ) have to contact the player. description: yeah, ok so. rem just wants a personal witch there that’ll do a bunch of dark magic for him. he might end up giving them special treatment, but it’s not likely. 

soulmarks !

he had a soulmark once, and nothing ever came of it. not that he ever looked for it, he thought that they would slow him down. ruin what he was building for himself.

when he lost his soulmark, he got his most trusted vampires to find the vampire who was responsible. just because he never looked for a soulmate, didn’t mean he wanted to lose it. especially not after he had lost the mark, and realized he did want it.

of course, the vampire that caused it was a story too well known, he couldn’t bring that kind of attention to himself. so he let it go. one of the only grudges he ever let go of.

species !

he chose to become a vampire, literally manipulated his way into the lifestyle and got the very best of it.

as soon as he had found out about the existance of vampires, he knew that was what he wanted to be. it was who he was destined to be.

and malk clan, he turned them into exactly what he wanted them to be, no more of the sad little vampires that he saw menesis as.

he see’s humans as pointless and boring little creatures

werewolves, he just see’s them as dogs he can annoy and taunt, he’s a lost cause sometimes. 

and witches only there for what they’re good for. their magic.

misc !

catch up -

rem is just causing chaos and problems

the usual really.

character arc -

is this were i say i’d like for him to change and become a better person?

because that’s never going to happen. remington is who he is and that’ll never change, not for anyone sadly.

rem is ambitious though, he wants to kill menesis leader and take over the town.

maybe imprison and ruin the rest of menesis lives.

he wants to build his clan up, get them more powerful, and eventually take over the entirety of everwinter

background  —

his human life isn’t who he is now. he was probably some guy who wanted to get married and settle down, and work a boring job. that was until he found out the existence of vampires and the world of promises they held

suddenly, a simple little life wasn’t for him. he didn’t need that, nor did he want that.

infact, the person that turned him, remi had managed to manipulate them into turning him, promising his eternal love forever, that they were soulmates, and somehow their marks matched. ( they didn’t, his sire had seen the thorns and assumed it was a match for their flower. )

that of course, did not happen. his feelings had merely been a fabrication, and once he turned, he built up his own strength, killing every human that came into his sight, before killing his sire. and taking her place as malkavian leader.

since then, he built himself, and the clan up stronger. pushed for them to eat more, and changed rules on who could be taken in. he wanted the clan to be the best, and he would get the best. lost his soulmark at some point during that as well, but he can’t remember much of it.

he remembers wanting to find the vampire who caused all of it and kill them.

anyone who dared to try and overpower him would end up dead or groveling at his feet for forgiveness.

he finally earned a name for himself. and he isn’t going to ever let it go.

at some point, he found a child who clung to him, who remington would look at, and for the first in in a very long time, he found himself warming up to him.

he spent a few months with the child and agreed to become a vampire, fully making him remingtons son.

he loves rudolph a lot ( if you get the reference here, ily )

moving to everwinter had also been a gameplan. a clan stronger than his? a town somewhat living in peace?

he wants to ruin that.

contact —

contact is required

[aajjks]

Changbin takes who he thinks the queen is and teleports her to the guys and says "Hey I do not think Y/N is ok she keeps calling me popular but I am only popular with my friends."

Y/N looks around in shock and asks herself *What did I just feel, I was teleported- wait don't tell me I am with witches.... wait what era... king.. I am about to faint* "yea thats what I meant by popular... you are a social butterfly. Also, what year is this?"

Changbin blushes and says shyly "heheh I mean yea we supernaturals stay close to one another. The year is 1674."(I am screaming I forgot what year it is set upon. kicking screaming crying throwing up.)

Y/N eyes wided and though *Oh my...I indeed traveled back in time, how did I do that? I traveled back into the Jeon dynasty...where my bunny koo is actually a king? What the terrible king is my bunny koo.*

The boys were talking while Y/N hears them but it is muffled as she also senses as one of them come toward her, as the man touches her she passes out.

meanwhile with the other y/n

She wakes up slowly as she hears a boom voice and a quivering voice speaking to one another. She knew who was speaking with that demanding voice of his.

"J-jungkook is that you?" She says as he rushes over to look over her to see if any injuries formed.

meanwhile with bunny kook

He stays in her room for awhile then he notices her phone on the floor and it is buzzing nonstop. His eyes widened in shock as he blurts out "This is not like her, wh-where did she go?!" As he picks up her phone looking to see who is calling her.

>3

“Are you okay, yn!!?” He almost screams from the concern he feels, he picks you up and puts your head on his lap, “what happened to you?” Inspect your body.

“I-I saw me. Jungkook. I-I mean I saw a girl that looked exactly like me. I swear I saw myself right in front of me, but then I fainted….”

Your husband looks at you like you have grown two heads and doesn’t speak, maybe he is processing your words, and after what feels like hours, he finally speaks, clicking his tongue.

“ I’m pretty sure that you were hallucinating. It’s OK though don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of you Okay?”

____

The bunny hybrid picks up the phone he sees your friend Number flashing on your screen

He rolles his eyes in different pick up the phone, “ where are you? Noona!!!” he whispers concerned right now… where could you be? And are you OK or safe?

[or-something-better]

Sam & Dean Free Run

September 12, 2022 

Dean

waiting for Patience to get in the car

Sam

I toss my pack into the back set of the Impala and climb into my usual front set spot. Be nice to not be the one driving.

Dean

I start the car, turn the radio on and Asia starts playing well I'll be damned! It’s not even Tuesday! laughs as I pull off heading down the road

Sam

Makes a face I guess it's always Tuesday some place. Just ignores the song

Dean

Sorry Sammy. driver picks the music...only I didn't pick it... And shotgun shuts his cakehole. So, what do we wanna do after coffee?

Sam

well, I have a small to-do list that I assigned to myself. Was thinking that I might try to knock out one or two, but really not holding much draw for me today. So, I guess I'm just sort of free...

Dean

That’s still a thing? What was on the list? We might be able to

Sam

Just finishing up grunt work. Some cabinet drawers need to be reversed in their cases, because Ruby and I had to swap the number system of files to make them compatible with the new computer program. Doesn't take any brain power, just  the manual change over. I guess that's the biggest one You know there's a really good coffee shop new the Campus in Beloit. It's about 15 miles further, but you'd like that cups I'm sure

Dean

Are we talking the cabinets in the New Orleans bunker?

Sam

No. No these stay here. Their 100% online now, so we can travel with them instantly where ever we go. Just have to manually switch the drawers so people here can get to stuff fast when we need it. My phone in my pocket rings and I pull it out to see who’s calling, and turn it to show Dean It’s Garth… Answering the phone I hold it to my ear Hey, Garth. How’s things going? I listen for just a minute and my head starts to nod. Pretty sure we know where that is, hold on a second… Dean, Garth is asking about the cemetery up near the interstate, just before we cross into South Dakota. Do you remember it? Pretty sure we had that one case there… listens again to what Garth is saying Yeah Garth, he says to tell you Dean that it was the place you ganked that witch spirit, the one with the green mold issue…

Dean

Oh wait so all the information and files at the New Orleans you have at the touch of a button now. That’s pretty awesome... And what? Garth.... Yeah i know the place. What’s going on there?

Sam

Listening to Garth once again Yea, send me the address and information that you have. I open the paper map and measure off distance. Guessing we could be there in 4-5 hours. Just before dark maybe. I listen to his explicit directions, this one is a regular salt and burn with a bit of added twist. No, that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll call you back when we roll into town. I listen again and smile You too Garth, talk soon. I hang up the phone and check to make sure the information texted trough. It had So, sounds pretty straight forward. Family terrorized by a ghost. Usual salt and burn with a twist… Garth is clear over in Minnesota and was hoping we'd be closer

Dean

Ok go figure as usual... Nice calm relax day just turned into "lets go salt and burn a bitch". Well still getting coffee on the way. Wait....what kind of twist? pull into the parking lot head for the drive thru to order coffees

Sam

Garth said that along with the salt, we have to also throw white roses onto the body first, as ,any as we can find. Then cover with salt and burn it all. Ever heard of that?

Dean

White roses? What’s the significance of that? Is that like a weird respect thing for a douchebag ghost killing people?

Sam

Maybe it has some kind of like to the family, or to the curse that's effecting that all. He didn't really give me much more than that, you know Garth. But he did say time of a factor and we should hurry

Sam

Dean, order me a Grande Black, with ginger and turmeric.

Dean

Time is a factor being 6-8 hours away..... He thought we were the closest to that? What the hell was he on? the person on the speaker comes on asking to take the order yeah I’d like a Grande Black with a ginger and turmeric and the biggest black coffee you got

Alex

drive up and coffee shop and park and walk in smell the coffee air ahh that smell good

Sam

shrugs I don't know Dean, he just sounded like Garth always sounds. Won't hurt us to check it out for him. We didn't have plans when we left the Bunker, now we do

Dean

Alright fine.... But if this turns out to be another wild goose chase.. Hey is that bear's car? pointed in the parking space nearby

Sam

Leans forward to look at the side window Sure looks like it. Why don't you go see if she'd like to come with us. She could probably need to blow off a little steam after how things have been.

Dean

Here’s an idea why dont you text her since we are sitting in the drive thru I cant just get out and walk inside.... pulling up to the window I hand off my card and receive the coffees thank hand you your coffee

Sam

Turns my phone on and send a text to Alex "Dean and I are in the Drive Thru and getting ready to go do a case for Garth, Want to come with? hits send Sips my coffee, it's perfect Mmm, good place. I'm going to have to remember this one Dean, why don't you pull around by where Alex parked

Dean

pull the car out of drive thru after we get our coffee and drive back around and pull into the space next to Alex’s car see if you can find her

Alex

Felt my phone buzz and pull out my phone and text Sam back I am inside Stand looking at menu

Dean

Sam text her back tell her we need to know if she’s coming we have a long drive ahead of us

Sam

I toss my phone onto the front seat and just get out of the car to go inside. I see Alex at the counter and walk over. Hey, Alex... Dean and I need to head out. Do you want to join us or do you have other things going on today?

Dean

I watch you get out... time is factor.... Yeah

Sam

I spoke to Alex for a minute and gave her our information, as much as I knew anyway. and then headed back to the car Alex has got a couple of things she has to finish first for the kids, then she said she'd follow after us. I gave her the info, so it looks like it's you and me.

Dean

Ok if anyone else texts or calls we can have them meet us there. puts the car in reverse backing out of the parking space then drive and take off down the road so what do we know about what’s going on in South Dakota?

Sam

It’s a case Garth is working out in Minnesota, family being terrorized by and uncle. Uncle was buried in the cemetery we're headed to. Garth just said flower, salt and burn. Thinks a minute but when is it ever that simple, you're right. Let me see if I can get any information on the Minnesota family. I pull out my laptop

Dean

I thought garth was in Minnesota and the case he called you about is SD?

Dean

The whole reason he called is because he couldn’t get to it himself

Sam

Gives Dean a closer look You want me to drive? Garth is hands on with the family trying to keep them safe. He needs us to gank the ghost. This family used to live in SD, moved after the Uncle was buried there

Dea

I can drive just going by what you said. So he’s on the case but needs US to go to the cemetery to dig up and burn...

Sam

Finds some local articles about the family Turns out this family has old money. A second great grandfather held onto land that the rail roads needed access to. I read further Work out for him, instead of just being bought out. The railroad gave him lease type payment and also kick back dividends. The guy made millions. Scroll some more Seems like family strife of one reason or another since.

Dean

So who’s the ghost and why is it a threat?

Sam

Closes my laptop The things people do for money... Turns the phone on and checks Garth's text The original grandfather, one who made the money. William Steward-Barns.... Guess maybe granddad doesn't like the way his decedents are using his millions

Dean

So what does that have to do with the uncle buried on the border of SD?

Sam

looks like they are the one and the same. If I had to guess, I'd say maybe someone who married into the family might have only done it to get control of the financials. Thinks about how that could work I guess there are a lot of terrible ways to grow up. Having everything that money can buy doesn't ensure happiness.

Dean

What do you mean? Uncle and grandfather have 2 different means how would he be their uncle and grandf- oh. Yeah.....nevermind... continues driving that’s all sorts of messed up.... Great family.... clears throat and keeps driving

Sam

There wasn't really anything left to say about the horribleness of families, so I just let the silence hang and settled back to enjoy the drive. It had been a long time since the two of us had gone off alone anywhere like this. I was going to enjoy the feeling of old times as long as I could.

Dean

So... Why dont you go through my tapes and pick some music Sammy. Let quiet that way

Sam

Grins over at him Who are you and what have you done with my brother? You're letting Shotgun choose the music?

Dean

Shut up Sammy...fine I throw a tape in and night moves starts playing so i start singing to it I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds

Tight pants points, hardly renowned

She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes

And points of her own, sittin' way up high

Sam

Laughs at the memories of a past time in the car singing that song Good Choice

Dean

Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the back seat of my '67 Chevy

Workin' on mysteries without any clues

Why not...

Sam

Sitting back just listening to the good-naturedly sung to lyrics. You seem like you're in a pretty good mood today. Things going good for you lately?

Dean

When am I not in a good mood? I mean since I’ve been back things have been pretty good

Sam

Things have been pretty normal, I guess. I don't know, you've just seemed sort of caught up in your own head about something recently. I hope you worked it out, whatever it was.

Dean

still pushing things back, taking a drink of my coffee as we fly down the road I’m good Sammy really... Sing with me... 

Workin' on our night moves

Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news

Workin' on our night moves

In the summertime

Umm, in the sweet summertime

Sam

laughing and singing badly 

Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news

Workin' on our night moves

In the summertime

Umm, in the sweet summertime

Dean

smiles as I look over at you while we sing we need to do this more Sammy

Sam

Yeah, nods my head and then looks out the front window yeah we do

Dean

pull into the nearest gas station as we still have awhile to go I guess this is a good time to fuel up, grab some snacks, drinks. get out and start pumping gas in the car

Sam

I get out and stretch Anything I can get you?

Dean

I got a cooler in the back why not stock it up with some beer and then grab me some jerky a chocolate bar for now?

Sam

I go inside the little shop and find some flavored Vitamin water for myself, another six pack of the best beer they had, which wasn't saying much. Found Dean's jerky and chocolate and an orange for myself. As I'm checking out, I add one of those Monster Claw energy drink things I know Dean likes. With my bag of goodies, I head back to the car.

Sam

Storing the beer in the ice chest, I had Dean the things I'd brought him and keep the empty bag for the orange peels I'm about to go through. So what, you figure about 4 more hours?

Dean

Yeah probably finish pumping the gas and take my things from you. I open the bag of jerky and grab some out cramming it in my mouth and pop open the energy drink thanks Sammy

Sam

I slip back into the front seat and stick my water in the door spot. Then begin pealing the orange.

Dean

Dont make a mess with that thing Sammy winks as I pull back out onto the road and we continue driving

Sam

Long after my orange was gone and the open road had lulled me back into that soothing rhythm it always did. I looked across at Dean silently driving. He seemed in deep thought. I've missed these simple hunts... jobs, whatever you want to call them. These kind where we know what the bad thing is and we know how to end it. Nothing more than that. Starting out, those were the kinds of things we always saw.... back before demons and angels and all of the other Gods.... do you ever miss it too? Like it was when we were starting out?

Dean

Hmm?. Oh...yeah...simple hunts.  Not that anything is really all that simple. But I agree. It is fun just to be us on the road. Just you and me. But our family has grown so it just isn’t a possibility as much.

Sam

It has grown, I wonder what Dad would think of that. He was always so 'we work alone'-mind-setted. Letting others in I shake my head Not sure that would have been easy to do if he were still around.

Dean

Maybe not but it’s not up to him because he’s not around but THEY are.

Sam

Sees a road sign for the HWY 90- HWY47 junction. You’re going to want to take that one. Keep on 90 and Reliance is about 12 miles past the split Starts going over in my own head what we're likely to need once we get there. I had most of it and I knew the Impala most likely carried the rest. We should be good.

Dean

watch as I come up on the turn for HWY90-HWY40 and make the turn as I merge onto the highway and continue driving

Sam

When you exit at Reliance, make a loop through town, just so we can check it out. I'll message Garth now to see if he has anything new for us. Type out a text to Garth letting him know we're here and asking if anything has changed. Hits send

Dean

On it.... seeing the sign and taking the exit i follow it and head towards town slowly driving through in case we need to stop anywhere

Sam

My phone pings in my hand and I open to find Garth's message He says everything holding. We won't miss the family tomb, and that William is the last uncremated body to have been interred there. So, I guess swing back through town and let's find the location and then just wait for dark, sound good to you

Dean

So head to the cemetery and salt and burn with roses.... Got it drive through the town looking for the cemetery

Sam

I forgot about the flowers, need a flower shop as well I think

Dean

Oh ok it’s not long now and I’m sure it’s gonna be dark soon but yes flower shop is next on the agenda circling back through town how about that one?

Sam

I look where Dean is pointing and I can see a young, blonde wearing the vest of the flower shop, just saying good bye to a customer. I Grin I think you'll be able to get white roses and that girls phone number, both in record time.

Dean

laugh as I pull into a parking space, get out and walk up to the girl hey beautiful... I would like a big bundle of white roses please.

Sam

Hearing the word beautiful carried back to me on the wind, I had to chuckle. It didn't matter what horrible fate we were about to walk into, Dean always had time for a pretty girl

Dean

go inside the store and come out with a bunch of white roses, putting my phone back in my pocket on my way out anything else we need?

Sam

I think we're good I step out of the car and empty the orange peels out of the plastic bag and get back into the car. From what I could find online, the white rose petals are supposed to protect any goodness or love that might still be residing within a person. I take the flowers from Dean and start tearing the petals off and stuffing them in the plastic bag.

Dean

We just.... Ok..... watching you ruin the roses ok so where are we headed now? To find the grave?

Sam

Yes, Garth says the Family Tomb is the grandest there and won't be hard to see. I'm actually feeling better about busting into some marble covering in a crypt, than digging down 6 feet in the hard South Dakota clay.

Dean

You're looking forward to it? Um who are you and what did you do to Sam you always hated that part of the job even though we did it

Dean

I think maybe the pollen from the flowers are going to your head

Sam

well, I've pretty much come to terms that it's the only way to bring some kind of peace to the dead who's after revenge and peace for the ones its after. But I was just talking about shoveling up six feet of dirt. That's a long slog some nights.  Knocking off a marble covering is soooo much easier

Dean

You got the cemetery on GPS so we can find it?

Sam

Back down this main road. I saw the turn off just before we came to that first gas station... It will be on your left now

Dean

head back towards the gas station and making the turn looking for the cemetery

Sam

That's it... points Right there... As we turn into the cemetery, I look around for where we might be needing to go. THERE!

Dean

Holy shit! As I turn into the cemetery and you point it out that’s?

Sam

Let's just park outside the gate and off the road until dark

Dean

park the car and turn all lights off

Sam

No cars passes and no people. It was as if we were the only people for miles. Once the sun was almost down, I looked over at Dean. What do you think? Give it a few more, or get to it?

Dean

Wait a few just to make sure everything is clear

Sam

Works for me Continues to look at the window and watch all the areas around us

Dean

after sitting and watching for a while let’s do it

Sam

I get out of the car with the rose petals and meet Dean around the back

Dean

get out opening the trunk and grab the shovels salt oil and my lighter and grab my gun and blade

Sam

From the trunk I take a crow bar, a mallet and then slip my bag over my shoulder which contains salt, holy oil and matches

Dean

carry everything to the gate

Sam

Clipping on a small flashlight, I start to make my way towards the Stewart-Barns family tomb.

Dean

walk with you carrying the shovels keep your eyes peeled

Sam

I hadn't seen so much as a squirrel since we'd been sitting out here, but knew that things could go south in a hurry. I nod to Dean and keep walking.

Dean

getting to the family tomb I use a shovel to bust the lock and open the door

Sam

Shhhh Let's not let every dead person know that we're here just yet Dean At the door to the crypt I was relieved to see that a standard issue lock was through the small chain. Pulling out my lock pick tools, I had it open in less than a minute. Here we go

Dean

It easy easy to break sorry.... walking into the little room i look around which one is it?

Sam

Looking for William I scan my flashlight along the craved names Bingo Right there

Dean

Well how do you supposed we are gonna bust into that without making noise Sammy? We kinda can’t avoid it

Sam

I run my fingers over the marble sealer plate. I think if you just get a notch here at a corner, we'll get this whole slab off in one piece

Dean

grabbing a shovel I begin slamming it into the stone to break it at the corner you are pointing to, and pry the slab away

Sam

I help with the crow bar and together we break the whole piece free Piece of cake The dead air from the tomb space, takes more of a dusty smell. Help me slide this out I grab hold of the end of an really ornate coffin

Dean

grab ahold and help you pull it put and pry open the top

Sam

Getting most of the coffin out, I let go and it bumped to the ground. Here, you can do the honors I hand Dean the crow bar

Dean

once open using the crowbar, looking at the old mostly rotted away bones as a big scurries out of the eye socket and another out of the mouth ugh ... I pour the salt over the entire remains and toss the container to the ground

Sam

Wait!!!

Dean

What?

Sam

I open the plastics bag and scatter the white rose petals all over the body I almost forget that step I pull out holy oil and use it to make sure the fire will spread to the entire corpse Light it up I think

Dean

Oh right I totally forgot! watching you cover the salt and bones with the rose petals then pour the oil over it all covering it you wanna do the honors?

Sam

I'll let you go for it. I know that's your favorite part I grin at him

Dean

grab my zippo lighting a piece of paper I throw it in watching the oil catch and the fire slowly grow in front of us good riddance

Sam

Yeah, what he said Picking up our equipment, I waited just a bit longer to be sure that the fire was going to catch it all and then started for the tomb door

Dean

watching the fire burn until it was almost down to ashes then head to the door

Sam

Back at the Impala, I drop my gear into the trunk and slide into the front seat. Pulling out my phone, I text Garth to let him know hte mission was completed.

Sam

You know Dean I look across at my brother This was nice today, getting away to just do what we do so well. It was nice just spending time with you. We need to do this more often.

Dean

walk back to the impala getting in i agreed if only all our cases were that easy

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A Witch Thing | Chapter 3

Jasper asked, "What can you sense about vampires?"

Y/N shrugged as she thought, "As I said, golden eyes, red eyes, Chosen Ones, they all have auras. Red eyes seem to be the darkest of them. Golden eyes are definitely lighter, when the Sun Ch- vampires first fed, the ones who refused to feed on human blood and turned to that of animals instead had golden eyes. It was a symbol of their compassion toward the humans. The red eyes signified the blood lust for human blood. Silver eyes are hard to come by."

Alice questioned, "Silver? I've never heard of that."

Y/N looked at her and explained, "Of course you haven't, they aren't really known to exist anymore."

"How did vampires with silver eyes happen?" Jasper asked.

Y/N shrugged, "The first Su- vampires had silver eyes as a symbol of their purity. When they began feeding on blood, they didn't really exist anymore. If you come across a newborn who hasn't drank blood yet, at all, their eyes will turn silver, depending on how long they had gone. Usually a few hours. Which is why they aren't really a thing anymore."

Y/N trailed off, mostly speaking to herself now. She wasn't used to talking to people and when she talked about something as natural as magic, she tended to lose herself in it, "Come to think of it, Carlisle seemed to have a more pure aura than any vampire I've ever seen. He might have been a silver eyes once."

Alice spoke, "Well, when he was first changed, he fought off the hunger for weeks. When he finally fed, it was never human blood."

Y/N nodded, "That explains it."

"Witches can also sense mates and your coven seems to be full of them...except you two."

Alice spoke awkwardly, "Yea, we never dated. Jazz and I are great friends."

To change the subject, Jasper asked, "You keep saying something. Sun Child?"

She trailed off again, quickly taken away from the subject as she go lost in her magic talk again, "When the vampires were first created, they were known as Sun Children because their skin glittered like diamonds in the sun; another sign of their purity. It's the only thing that seemed to have stayed the same, really. So many things changed over the millenniums."

Through the night, Y/N told Alice and Jasper more about the vampires and the stories behind them, their creation, their history, and the things witches had a hand in.

"How do you know so much about this?" Alice asked.

Y/N spoke, "Well, apart from being one, when they reach the age of fourteen, which is considered the age a witch can truly become independent or officially join a coven, all of witch history, every single tale, story, and fact about witches, is sealed into a witch's mind. I don't know why fourteen is the witch age of independence, given the fact that witches are not very good at keeping themselves safe. It's said so in the lore."

Jasper spoke, "That doesn't make sense. From what you've said, witches should be one of the most powerful creatures in the world. And, lore isn't always true..."

"Well, we couldn't get rid of vampires when we first tried to after we realized what we had created wasn't...the best. So, I don't really think that's the most powerful thing in the world." Y/N brought up.

Jasper shrugged, "You said it yourself, the spirits told witches to make vampires to protect humans from any kind of harm. Witches included."

Y/N spoke, "Yea. I'm pretty sure we blame the spirits for that. They did hand-pick the Chosens, who were the reason we couldn't defeat them in the first place."

Alice smiled a little, a tiny giggle escaping her lips. Y/N smiled, too, she had never spoken so much in her life. Especially not after she was picked up by her old coven.

When they had to stop for gas, Y/N and Alice traded spots. As they continued driving, Bella eventually woke up, picking her head up from Alice's shoulder where she had fallen asleep.

She sent a message to her mother and was quiet the whole rest of the ride. The car fell into silence, despite a few exchanged words here and there. Throughout the next day of driving, they barely stopped to eat, Bella had not been quite hungry and Y/N really didn't care for food at the moment either.

As nightfall neared, Y/N had fallen asleep, exhausted from her lack of sleep the night before. Her head rested on the window as she slept soundlessly. Jasper's gaze wandered to her every now and then.

He felt himself being drawn in by how calm she'd been while she slept. Even Bella seemed anxious when she dozed off, not quite calm, instead on edge. But Y/N seemed to be in perfect peace when she slept, leaving Jasper with the same feeling.

"Jaz?" Alice asked as she caught Jasper looking toward Y/N again. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, "Yeah. She's just so calm, it draws me in."

Alice nodded and bit her lip a little before saying, "She seems nice. I haven't gotten anything from her, no visions. She's just been trying to help and all she seems scared of the other vampires. I don't think she'd still be on their side. I think we can trust her."

Jasper huffed a little laugh, "I think I could have told you that. This whole time she's been around us, she's only been scared, on edge, or calm. There's nothing that seems out of the ordinary....except..."

Jasper stopped talking then, turning his full attention to the road. Alice looked at him, "Except what, Jasper?"

He shook his head before slowly explaining, "Her emotions are so much more...intense. It's a reason I keep looking over at her. With her being so calm, and it being so much more heightened than any other person, it distracts me."

Alice nodded and looked out her window as she said, "Maybe it's a witch thing."

Jasper nodded, "Yeah...a witch thing."

-

Y/N woke up in an unfamiliar place. She was used to it, travelling all the time with vampire nomads, she learned to find it normal.

She looked around and sat up slowly from the bed. She rubbed her eyes and wondered how she'd gotten there. She shrugged when she saw no one.

She had dreamed it all, she was sure.

Jasper, Alice, all of it.

She was in a new, stolen motel room and Laurent, James, and Victoria had went out to hunt.

When she stretched her limbs, she sighed and stood. As she stood from the bed, it was then she saw the brunette haired girl lying passed out on the covers.

Y/N shook her head, it was a dream. She should wake up.

But it wasn't. Laurent had left her, James and Victoria were hunting this girl, and Y/N was helping her.

She didn't know whether to cry or just go with everything. She swallowed whatever tears she expected to start to pour, and went into the living room. When she saw Alice sitting at the table, staring blankly at the TV, she greeted in a small, sleepy voice, "Hi, Alice."

Alice looked at her then and smiled, "Hi. How did you sleep?" She was clearly happy to have someone else to talk to.

Y/N shrugged, "Where's Jasper?"

Alice said, "He went out to get something to eat."

Y/N looked away and Alice caught herself, picking up what Y/N had falsely suspected, "Food, not a person." Y/N nodded, embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed and she said, "Ah."

She sat on the other couch, not really wanting to speak anymore. They must be tired of her by now.

Alice picked up on her sudden change and asked, "Are you okay?"

Y/N shrugged, "Fine." Alice pursed her lips and looked back at the TV.

A few minutes later, the door opened to the hotel room and Jasper walked through the door holding a bag of food. "Hi." Y/N greeted in a small voice.

He set the food on the table and gave her a small smirk, "Hello."

He picked up on her emotions quickly, feeling them pull him in by how intense they were. He asked her, "Are you alright, Y/N?"

Y/N looked at him then and gave him a small smile before dropping it as she looked away, "Yeah."

He stepped closer and asked her, "Are you sure? I can feel what you fell and it isn't exactly happiness."

Y/N shrugged and rubbed her arm, "I just...you guys don't have to keep me around if you don't want to. I'm sure I can, find somewhere to go..."

Alice and Jasper exchanged a look as Alice said, "Y/N, you don't have to go. And we don't mind you sticking around, honestly. Actually, we enjoy having you around."

Y/N smiled and said, "Thanks. I really appreciate that."

Jasper felt the lift in your mood and smiled, "Glad to be of service to you." He motioned to the food, "You should eat."

Y/N looked at the food on the table and agreed, finally coming to terms that she was hungry and eating was the best thing to do at the moment.

-

Bella was awake in the living room as she wandered around, worried about her family. Y/N, Alice, and Jasper stared blankly at the TV as she pulled the blinds. Y/N and Alice looked up at her as she looked at her phone.

"I wish he'd call.." Bella trailed.

Alice told her plainly, "You should eat."

Bella ignored the food, sitting down heavily. She shook her head, "They could get hurt. It's not worth it."

"Yes, it is." Jasper insisted. Bella was taken aback by Jasper's words. He told her, "Edward's changed since he found you. And none of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you." Jasper looked away again as he finished, "It's worth it."

Suddenly, Alice reeled. Jasper went to her, followed by Bella and Y/N. "What do you see?" Jasper asked her.

Y/N took a seat next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and gasping suddenly. Alice hadn't caught it, but Bella and Jasper definitely did.

Images flashed behind Y/N's eyelids. Alice's mind, her visions. She could see James, Victoria, the Cullens. Alice spoke, "The tracker. He just changed course..."

Jasper set a pad of paper and a pen in front of Alice but Y/N put her hand up in front of her, the magic in her stirring at the images. The vision was displayed before the two, playing just as it was in Alice's mind.

Jasper and Bella watched in shock of what they were seeing. As Bella stared at the images, Jasper's gaze turned to Y/N in awe. Alice spoke, "Mirrors. It's a room of mirrors."

"How do the visions work? Edward said they weren't always certain. And...how did you do that?" Bella asked.

Jasper shook his head and looked at Bella, answering the question, "She sees the course people are on, while they're on it. If they change their minds, the visions change. As for Y/N...I don't know."

Bella looked at the images again and spoke, "So the course James is on now will lead him to...a ballet studio?"

The images stopped as Y/N's hand fell. The three began talking as Y/N sat at the edge of her seat, leaning her hand on the table as she got a grip of herself and her breathing. They all talked and Y/N stood to get a drink.

As Bella's phone rang, Jasper stood and went to Y/N. She was pouring a glass of water, downing it as she took another breath. "Hey, are you alright?" Jasper asked as he walked up beside her.

Y/N nodded and turned to him, noticing he was a little close. She took a small step back and said, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

Jasper noticed the step and took one himself, putting a little more distance between them, "Sorry. I didn't mean to step so close. You just...you have this aura around you. It's like a...magnet."

Y/N nodded, shyly. She sighed a little and Jasper changed the subject, "What just happened?" She shrugged at the question, rubbing her hands together nervously as she tried to explain, "I don't know. I just felt something stirring in me. My magic usually works on impulse. Anything new happened in the heat of the moment, unless I'm using a spoken spell... But I don't know enough to study."

Jasper nodded, somehow understand what she was saying as he spoke, "Well, are you sure you're alright?"

Again, Y/N nodded and gave a small smile, "I'm fine." Jasper nodded and rejoined Alice's side. She rubbed his shoulder a little and they both turned their attention back to the TV, staring at it as they attempted to watch it.

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Shy, Dorky & Strong

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You were a shy individual. You always had been. Growing up, you mostly kept to yourself in your nerdy fantasy world. It was what brought you joy and security. People were mean, and you didn’t associate yourself with so many people. You only had a few good friends, and that was enough for you. A boyfriend had never been in your life. It wasn’t something you sought after, and you also didn’t think boys liked you in that way.

How your relationship with someone the complete opposite of you started was in pure luck. One of your friends had begged you to pick her up at some party because she was too drunk to drive. She didn’t answer her phone when you had arrived, so you had no other choice than to walk inside.

You were dreading it because she was at some clubhouse that belonged to an MC. An MC wasn’t something you associate yourself with, so you were scared to go inside. But your friend wasn’t answering her phone, and you weren’t one of those people to flop out on someone.

Gathering the little courage you had left, you entered the noisy and crowded room. It didn’t seem like anyone noticed you, which was nice. You scanned the room but found no sign of her.

You walked over to what seemed to be the bar. A man decorated with a few tattoos on his arms sat alone nursing a beer.

“U-um… excuse me… uh I’m looking for my friend Alex. She said she would be her.”

The man had a bemused look on his face as he looked you up and down. “Yea… she went to the backroom with a friend of mine. She will be out soon.”

“O-oh… ok… thank you.” You were about to walk out to wait in the car for her, but the man introduced himself.

“I’m Angel,” he offered you his hand to shake.

“Y/N,” you took it with caution but smiled at him regardless.

“Nice to meet you. You can wait here with me if you want.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You sat at the barstool next to Angel. He seemed like an ok man, but you still kept your guard up.

“Yo prospect! A beer for the beautiful lady.”

Beautiful? You never saw yourself as a beauty but just more like a little less than the average girl. Your skin was heating up at him calling you that.

A chubby-looking man served it to you in an instant, he was a little clumsy, but it made you calm down in a way.

“So…”

You grew to like this Angel dude. He seemed like a nice man. He made you feel comfortable right away. He asked you questions about yourself, your interest, and whatnot, and you loved how easy it was to open up to him.

He didn’t seem to mind when you share a bit of your dorky side with him. He loved it. He wanted to know more, so when the time came when your friend Alex emerged from wherever she had been, and it was time to go, he asked if you would be down to go eating lunch with him tomorrow.

You usually didn’t do stuff like this. You had a bad experience with men and didn’t trust them that much, but it was just something about him that made you say yes.

And it was the best decision you had ever made.

The lunch with Angel had gone so well and smoothly, and it only got better from there.

He was the best thing that ever happened to you. You felt so loved and protected with him.

He would indulge in your interests. Watching the newest Marvel movies with you or playing a new game you had been excited about for a long time. Your favorite pastime together would be to binge-watch shows. You introduced him to new ones he didn’t even know existed. Angel loved when you talked nerdy to him. How excited and open you became when you talked about your passion.

He always complimented you on your wardrobe. You dressed differently than the women he usually hangs around with, but Angel loved it. He always told you how cute and innocent you looked and would brag about you to his boys on what a beautiful girlfriend he had.

“Look how cute and beautiful my girl is.”

You also knew how to kick it up a notch when needed. Dressing a little bit sexier and revealing when you wanted. It wasn’t for anyone else but Angel, and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you when you did. His touches would be all over you in an attempt to go home a little early to have some fun in bed.

“Let’s go home before I take you right here right now in front of my brothers.”

Speaking of fun in bed, Angel was the first man to make you feel seen and comfortable in the bedroom. You hadn’t had that much sexual experience, but with what you had, it was all a horrible time. None of the guys you had been with ever care about your pleasure. So it came as a surprise to you when all Angel wanted to do was give you his.

He spent his time worshipping your body with kisses, licks, and bites, already making you come twice without even having to fuck you before he came to the most important part.

His length lined itself up with your desperate entrance, coating himself with your wetness from your dripping folds.

“Do you trust me?” His eyes looking soft into yours to look for any hesitation in them. He found none.

“With my life Angel.” Your hand tangled in his hair to bring his lips to yours for a brief second.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“I know you won’t. I’m just nervous.”

“Whenever you want to stop, tell me, and we’ll stop right away, ok?”

“Yes.”

He pushed himself into your warm and tight walls. He needed a minute to calm himself down as not to fuck you completely raw right away.

He kept his pace slow, to begin with, but gradually sped up at the request from you.

Your fingernails clawed at his back from the pleasure he brought you. You were in cloud nine, and you had never experienced something as intoxicating as the feeling of him fucking your tight and wet walls. His thumb coming down to give attention to your desperate clit, making you whimper out at the sensation, your eyes fluttering.

“Hey hey hey, look at me,” he grabbed your chin so that you could focus on him as his hips slammed into you repeatedly.

“Look at me as I make you come for the first time with my dick.”

“Y-yes… please, it fe-feels so good.”

It didn’t take long for the both of you to climb to the end. His expert body was making you both come undone in a matter of minutes.

“Let go for me.”

Your walls convulsed around him as he coated you with his warm seed.

A few tears ran down your cheeks at finally experiencing what sex is all about, feeling good and satisfied.

“Thank you, Angel.”

What came as the most surprise in the relationship was how good you could hold your own when needed. Angel thought that you were just a shy and innocent girl, but when you needed to be strong for yourself or others, you had no problem in doing so.

The first time it happened was when you and he were waiting together for a coffee, and the man in front of you started to get extremely rude to the barista, almost yelling and screaming at her for doing his order wrong. You didn’t hesitate to call him out for being a dickhead and told him that he better get the fuck out.

You weren’t sure if he scrambled away because of you or the big bad biker that you called your boyfriend, but either way, Angel was in shock when he saw what you had done, and it made him love and respect you so much more.

Yes, you were shy and dorky, but when it came time for you to be that strong, badass bitch you didn’t think about it for a second.

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