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heaven-s-black-box · 6 months

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A very Soukoku Christmas- Soukoku

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Recovery date: Dec 20, 2019

Description: Pretend you're dating me for this family event because you’re exactly the kind of person my parents would hate and i’m really looking to piss them off

Notes: Click here for the sequel- A very Soukoku New Year

Word count: 683

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“Hmm,” Dazai hummed raising an eyebrow.

Chuuya looked like he was about to burst, whether from embarrassment, annoyance, or both he didn’t know. But, he had very little patience and would rather ask literally anyone else. But, Dazai was perfect for this, and he didn’t have time to find someone else.

“ I said I need a favor.”

Dazai had that stupid look on his face that told Chuuya he’d never live this down. But at this point, he was willing to do anything to piss off Kouyou. If she was going to pester him about having no love life, he would bring a date to christmas dinner, it was just going to be the person she hated most.

Chuuya took a deep breath, "I need a date to christmas dinner with Kouyou, but it has to be someone she hates.”

“Awww. Chibi-chan wants me to meet his family? I’m honored! How about new years at my place then?”

“Grrrrr, did you not hear me say I just needed someone she hates!”

“Fine.”

“Look I don’t like this anymore then you do but一 wait what?”

“A chance to annoy dear ane-san, I’d be a foul to pass it up! But, I have one condition.”

“Ugh, I’m gonna regret this. What?”

“You’re trying to piss her off, so I can do whatever I see fit.”

“...could be worse, fine,we have an agreement. Saturday, meet me at Kouyou’s at 7.”

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“So, where’s this date of yours?” Chuuya could hear the condescension in Kouyou’s voice.

“He’s just running late,” Chuuya grumbled, he hoped Dazai was just late.

Just then the doorbell rang, and just as he had hoped, Kouyou went to open it. She looked so proud, and happy, Chuuya couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Following her to open the door, he felt a bit of panic. Dazai liked to annoy him more than anyone, what if he acted like an angel in front of Kouyou instead of his usual shittyy self (not that it’d change her opinion of him).

“Welcome to一” by the smug look on Dazai’s face, Chuuya could imagine how Kouyou’s face looked. He let out a small smile before pushing past Kouyou and saying,” Ane-san, this is my boyfriend. I don’t think I really need to introduce him.”

This would be fun.

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“So, that went well!” Dazai chirped. How he could be so chipper after Golden Demon almost killed him at least twice in the first 5 minutes he didn't know. But, Dazai did exactly what he needed. Between horrible flirting, trying to kiss him (his third brush of death for the night), and asking to stay the night, Kouyou was beyond done with him.

Chuuya was only aloud to walk Dazai home by insisting it would be rude if he didn’t. Kouyou being who she was had to let him walk Dazai home. At first he had picked Dazai to annoy Kouyou, but now一 now he wasn’t so sure. When Dazai wasn’t trying to piss Kouyou off, he was nice company, he also looked really good cleaned up. Hell he even changed his bandages.

“Uh-oh.”

“What?” Chuuya turned to look up at Dazai.

“Is the slug thinking? You should be careful, you might blow a fuse,” Dazai giggeled, avoiding a kick from Chuuya.

“Anyway, since I helped Slug, Slug should do a favor for me.”

“Who said anything about that?!” Chuuya tried to look offended, although he seemed more flustered then angry.

“I did. So, how ‘bout new years?”

“What, need me to help you piss off Mori?” Chuuya sneered.

“Nope! I had fun tonight, so, what do you say?”

“Ugh! Fine,” he yelled,” but only so I don’t owe you.”

“Sure, sure. Since we’re going out together, wear a Kimono?”

“Like hell I will you shitty Mackerel!” He yelled kicking at Dazai again before storming off back the way they came.

“Hey! I thought you were walking me home?!” Dazai snickered.

“Walk home yourself shitty Mackerel!”

Ah yes, new years would be fun. And maybe he’d talk with Kouyou about a kimono just to mess with Dazai… just maybe.

#Researcher S's recovery log #bungo stray dogs #soukoku #bsd kouyou #crack

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belleta · 3 years

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The Forest - Part One

Consists: Supernatural, SKZ as different SN creatures, adventure, romance, drama, action, ......still trying to figure out all the details....lol XD

"Come on Y/N!", I was racing around the house. Trying to make sure I had everything for this trip. "Omg Y/N, let's GO~!" I swear to the universe she's going to thank me later. " I'm coming child!" I screamed back. Alrighty I just need my retainer. I bounded up the stairs and glided down the hallway with my cotton socks. Bursting into my room, I quickly scanned it for the sparkly emerald case. I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, "Boom!" I ran forward and snatched it off my windowsill. While leaping for my door, I paused and turned back to what I call my sanctuary. Call me paranoid but I'm kinda afraid of camping in the middle of the woods. Ever since I watched "The Blair Witch Project", I've been creeped.

It doesn't help that Jazzy forced us to watch the film, previous to this morning. I was drifting in the fairy floss clouds of my mind when a loud honk poured water on them. I sucked in a breath, blowing raspberries. Padding back over to my bedside, I grabbed my Ice Bear plushie. Giving it a quick squeeze and finally deciding that he's coming with me. Galloping back through the house, I made it out, locked the door and hopped in the back seat like a spring rabbit. "What took you so long?" I gazed up through my fringe at my girl bestie Jazmine. She had long beautiful honey blonde hair, and a mousy nose. Her blue eyes were alike with pebbles under a lake, with cheeks connected by a dash of light freckles. "I swear I just aged waiting for you" and Danny, our guy bestie. I've been best friends with Danny, since 3rd grade. Jazzy moved over during the 5th grade. All three of us have been with each other through thick and thin. Daniel was Hawaiian Japanese descent, had perfect colorful nails and absolutely gorgeous eye makeup. We were all dressed in casual, comfy clothes for the trip. Jazmine, or Jazzy as people call her, as the oldest. She was driving Danny's dad's truck. It was spacious and definitely was fit for the environment. Danny, second eldest was in shotgun and I, being the "baby", was in the back. "I was just making sure I have everything." The two rolled their eyes. Danny looked back at me "Girl, you need to chill. We've got everything and more" the boy stated. "I know, I know.....I'm just paranoid, you know.....being in the woods for a week" I looked down at my feet and played with my fingers to cover my embarressedness. "Awww, is the baby scared", Jazzy giggled, imitating a child. I swatted at her, "Let's just...finally go" I grumbled, reaching inside my bag to pull out my headphones. "Fine" they answered teasingly. While Jazzy was pulling out, I fastened myself and slid my headphones on. Bluetoothing them and unlocking my phone, I scrolled through my YouTube Music playlist finding the one named 'Bell Mix'. After that, I went back to the truffula trees and fairy floss. Just listening to my music and thinking about things. There were a couple times, where I thought I might get sick, but I had remembered my motion sickness bracelets. In your face! It's better to set out a little later, rather than having our vehicle reeking of my insides. 2 or 3 hours went by, or something. I'm not really sure, my brain doesn't really have a sense of time when I'm inside of it. We stopped to use the bathroom, get food and fuel at a gas station, maybe 2 hours away from the forest. "Can I, can I, can I, can I PLEASE?!?" I had been begging Jazzy to let me buy a bag of Haribo for 10 minutes now, and she was starting to break. I'm very persuasive as you find out, and I happen to be a very prominent weakness to many throughout my life. She finally gave in and I bounced away to the candy isle with glee and happily picked out a bag, promising to share. Jazzy just rolled her eyes and paid for our things. We trotted back to the car and continued our journey. It was nearing the end of 2pm when we finally arrived at the edge of the forest. It's lushes were absolutely perfectly splendid. The road continued for a hot minute, until it gave away to dirt and rocks. We didn't want to stray too far from the dirt road, so we slowly kept moving in until I suddenly exclaimed at the sight of a pretty little clearing. It had a few little bushes marking the edges, thick but soft looking grass, and a little dirt patch at one side that should be perfect for a firepit. We pulled over to take a look around, flattening a few bushes in the process. As soon as the truck came to a stop I shoved the door open and sprung down onto the flourishing forest floor. The first thing I did was take a deep breath to soak in the sweet scent of the untouched earth. I reached up, stretching and cracking a few of my bones in the process. Then I raced through the trees and undergrowth, toward the beautiful glade. It felt so nice to get away from civilization, I had always loved

getting away like this. Being able to recharge away from annoying people and sounds, my fears of the night were long forgotten. I was two steps away from the grass when I suddenly tripped over something. Tumbling forward and scratching my cheek. I landed on my face, but on the bright side it was luckily with no rocks around. The dirt however spared me at nothing, crawling into my fresh scrapes, was a sharp and quick stinging as I grabbed my face. "Seriously Y/N, we haven't even completely left the car yet and you've already managed to hurt yourself" Jazzy declared. Danny chimed in, "Did you hurt yourself at all?". Quickly inspecting myself, I responded "Yes, a tiny bit on my cheek, hands and knees", I could hear them muttering to themselves about how reckless I was sometimes. They started toward me and as I waited for them to catch up, I decided to look around and figure out where to put things for these next few days. While ogling the decently wide stretch that was conveniently shielded by a mighty sugar maple. I thought I saw something in the undergrowth a few meters away from me. I grabbed my glasses and narrowed my eyes, but right when I thought I saw whatever it was, two flashes shot in the opposite direction between the ferns and disappeared. They were kinda hidden but I could sorta make out one of the shapes was darker and slightly bigger. The other was a little bit easier but still was difficult, it was kinda brown, or maybe reddish? At that moment I felt two hands on my shoulders, "Let me see", it was Jazzy. She inspected my injury. "It'll be fine, just wash it off", "Okie-Dokie-Artichokie", she laughed and ruffled my hair. I gazed back at where I saw the two shapes but not even the bushes were still moving. "Hey!" I cocked my head back to the voice "Can you help me?" Danny was struggling to unpack from the back. "Sure thing Danny-O" I quickly stood up, maybe a little too quick. My vision went funny and I almost stumbled. "Oh my god Y/N! Be careful!" Jazzy scolded, "My bad!" I was a little all over the place at the moment. Finally we were on this trip! I mean, I waited 6 months for this and it's finally here! I'm not all childish, I'm actually very 4D. I'm just really excited okay? I more carefully walked back to the truck, where Danny was struggling to keep ahold of what appeared to be the tent. Over the course of the next hour and a half we set up everything. Goofing around and laughing. Danny had been pulling too hard on our sleeping bags, to wedge them out of the trunk. And had accidentally fallen onto the slightly wet dirt, causing a very prominent brown streak across his gray sweatpants and sky blue tie dye hoodie. I was currently on my way to find the stream that is supposably close by, with a screenshot of google maps and a compass. Service wasn't exactly a 5 star out here, but I didn't mind too much. I brought a portable WiFi router with me, so if Jason Vorhees just decided to pull one, we could call for help. Every so often I would hang a wooden heart ornament on one of the tree's branches, so if this was the correct way then we would never get lost. Also so that I didn't get lost right now. I had been making these last night, for these exact reasons. I swear only dumb people don't mark their surroundings, this is one of the main reasons why people disappear and are never found or get lost. There are no traces of where they've been, like these fruit loops really-...... After about another 20 meters I started hearing the sounds of water. It became louder and louder really quickly. Is there a waterfall here? I pondered, while quickening my pace with curiosity. 35 seconds later I came across a thinning in the trees and beyond a clear water stream. I finally broke out of the shelter provided from the thick leaves, the sun kissed my skin with it's warm touch. I looked around and sure enough, there was a small waterfall that looked straight out of a fairytale. It had multiple uneven levels, with smoothed boulders everywhere. And to top it all off, it had little water plants scattered around it. Absolutely

beautiful.... I scanned around and spotted a few giant boulders poking into the stream. I carefully picked my way over to them, clutching onto Danny's muddy clothes. Hopping onto the sunlight warmed stones, I positioned myself perfectly so that I could reach the water but wouldn't fall in. I reached into my pocket for my zip lock of natural soap, of course I didn't want to hurt this literally untouched land. I leaned down to dunk the fabric into the stream's crystal-like water and kneaded the brown smudge. It was decently cold, just perfect for a stream. I turned back to the small bag with a green bar wrapped with brown paper and a little herb decoration. I unzipped it and reached for a tiny hand towel I brought with me so that I would have a better grip on the soap, even if I got wet. After dunking the clothes in I took the bar of soap and swiped it all over. I dipped it into the water once to help the bubble come, then I started aggressively rubbing it. Once the outfit was foaming with suds, I slapped it into the brook. Holding onto the sleeve I rub it harshly all over to get the stains out. It was relatively still easy because the events of cause were only moments before. I was starting to disappear into my thoughts, getting deeper and deeper and deeper....... And just then a crash and from the trees, followed by snarls and barks. I was so lost in my thought that this jolted me into the canal. The water suddenly became ice cold, my scream had been washed away. A surge of water filled my lungs from the way my mouth was open to yelp. I could still hear the sounds of fighting every so often, when I would surface. My head was hurting, my skin was stinging and my lungs were screaming. Someone.....please help..... It was hurting so much, I was trying not to panic. So I could find the surface and get back to shore. I would break through it's crisp arctic clutches every so often and would cry out for help but then get cut off by the now frosty darkness. I was giving up to the stream and submitting to the coldness. Letting it swallow me whole. I was numb, I couldn't feel my body being thrown around anymore, Is this how my story ends? No! I don't want to! I still have things to do! I need to graduate, and find my passion! I need to find a man who will love me as much as I do! I need to birth young and care for them! I want to grow old with my partner happily! I can't die yet! I just can't! But it was just so cold. I had stopped moving violently, so I guess I had been poured into a lake or something. I didn't care anymore. My blood felt frozen, I couldn't even bend a finger. That's when I felt a force near me, it parted the waters. Moving me in a different direction with its power. Then not long after I felt something grab hold of me in an awkward way. I was starting to be pulled into another direction, as the water streamed around, parting to let me and whatever that was saving me through. Then I broke through the surface and that was the last thing I felt before slipping into a comfy unconsciousness.

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yanoirkay · 3 years

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Bad Decisions

CHAPTER 2

Warnings : Fluff , swearing , mentions of sex, unprotected vaginal sex

6:30 Am

You wake up to the sound of your phone going off, text messages from Mariah and a couple from Ray.

M: Hey what happened last night?!

M: Did you guys have sex? ??!!!!

M: Kay what's wrong????!?!

M: Are you with him right now??

Reading all those messages made you laugh, simply responded to her

"Well good morning to you too, and no we didn't have sex and no im not with him" you clicked send , then headed over to see what Ray sent

R: Morning , I'm guessing your hung over ?

R: And you forgot your purse in my car , I'll bring it by later.

Reading the last text made your heart melt, it meant you were gonna get to see him again, you never thought that you were gonna talk to this beautiful man and yet have his number in your phone. You pull yourself outta bed and to the bathroom to brush your teeth wash your face and shower.

As soon as you step out the shower you hear knocking at your door, you thought it was Mariah so you didn't care that you were still went and fresh out the shower an you didn't care that your hair was freshly washed and flat, but when you swing the door open it was Ray. Him seeing you in a towel and nothing else made him smirk, he thught about all the things he wanted to do to you.

"Hey" you say softly

"Hey, got your purse " he said still looking you up and down

"Can I come in" he added

You weren't sure where this was gonna go, you weren't sure if he was gonna try something, not gonna lie you didn't feel comfortable letting him into your apartment with you in nothing but a towel.

"Uh yeah come in" you opened the door wider for him

"Here" he set the purse down on the table behind the couch

"Thank you" you say with a smile

You got a weird vibe from him, very different from last night as if he hasn't had sex in a while or seen a woman naked in a while, you weren't sure what vibe exactly it was but it was 1 of those .

He started to walk towards you with a smirk of his face, getting closer to your body you backed up a little hitting the wall behind you, now he had you where he wanted you. Coming up closer to your face he put both his hands on each side of the wall beside your head, he smelt your natural vanilla scent breathing it in he felt like he was in heaven . He leans closer to your lips and slowly presses his lips to yours.

At first you can't even move or kiss back because your so shocked, but once he pulled away you grabbed his head and kissed him deeply this time, moaning into his mouth you feel his hands run up your hips, he pulls back to say something

"Didn't know you wanted me so badly" he said with a smirk but serious face

"Didn't know you were gonna kiss me" you said

He smirked looking at you and went back in for more , still felling his hand move up on your hip you moan in his mouth again. Hearing rays phone buzz in his pocket makes you pout your lips, he kisses you 1 last time before saying he has to go. Opening your door he looks back at you

"I'll come back later" he said smirking

Peeling your body off the wall your still in shock that you just kissed him, you want to tell Mariah but you know how she is.

You start to lotion your body when you hear your phone ding on your nightstand , at first you thought it was Ray but it was Mariah

M: Oh well good morning sleepy bird. I'm coming over in 20. I want ALL the details from last night! See you soon babe.

You: Okay see you soon M!

Tossing your phone on the bed you sigh, not sure if you should tell her about this morning or about any of you and Ray. Just wanting to keep this to yourself you have a hard time figuring out what to do. You text ray to see if he can come over late tonight

You: Hey. Do you think you can come over around 10:30 ? I kinda don't want to be alone tonight.

Waiting a few minutes for a response, you finally get one

R: Hey. No problem. Pack at bag. I'll see you tonight.

That text made your whole body turn, scares that you'll clamp up and blow the whole night with ray but a part of you have hope that you'll be fine..

20 minutes

You were fully dressed waiting for your best friend Mariah to arrive, a few moments later you heard a knock at your door. Opening the door you see your best friend with a huge smile on her face.

"Hey come in" you said opening the door wider

"Okay so I need all the details from last night!" Mariah said happily

"Uh nothing really happened, we just talked and then he drove me home and gave me his number" you said with a huge smile on your face

" OMG he gave you his number , have you guys texted at all " Mariah asked

"Yeah we texted a bit , nothing explicit so don't even start" you say with a low laugh

"I wonder if he's good in bed, I kinda bet he is. Girl you need to get in bed with him" you made up your face " once you fully know him of cource" Mariah added

"We kissed this morning!" You blurted out

"WHAT when was he here!" Mariah couldn't contain her excitement

" at like 7:40, he had my purse because I forgot it in his car and then things just happened" you said

"Omg Kayla , I don't even have the words" Mariah was truly didn't have the words to talk she just smiled an giggled a bit

" Yeah neither do I , he's coming over tonight at 10" you said with a smile

"Shit, you go girl well I guess I should go and let you plan your night with your "Boyfriend"" Mariah said teasing you, walking towards the door and leaving you yell out to Mariah

"He's not my boyfriend!" .....

10:15pm

You had your bag packed but suddenly you start to get nervous starting to feel sick , Ray was a very large man and you were scared. Not of him but just having a very handsome man in front of you for the night.

A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts , walking towards the door stopping in front of the mirror before opening it. There he was standing there.

"Hey" he said with a light smirk on his face

"Hey" you said nervously

"Come on were gonna go for a drive" he said holding out his hand

He caught you by suprise at first but you went along with it. You grab your purse and your keys locking the door , and putting your hand in his. Once again feeling his hand made you just wanna take him, all of him...

You and Ray get to the car, he opens the door for you and helps you in, walking over to his side and getting in the car too.

"So do I get to know where we're going" you said with a smile

"Nope. It's a surprise" he said looking over at you with a smirk

You guys have been driving for a while more like a couple hours, you start to drift into sleep and Ray notices. Ray pulls the car up to this hidden kind of cabin in the woods, he gently wakes you

"Hey babe were here " he said with one hand on your thigh, You gently moan and start to stir awake

"Where are we" you said softly

"You'll see" he said stepping out the car, he comes over to open your side of the car helping you out

"Come on let me show you" he said holding out his hand once again

You put your hand into his and let him mead the way, walking up to the cabin gets you scared, you don't know what to expect, you pull back on his hand a bit making him stop walking

"Hey what's wrong" He said looking down at you

"Ray I can't , I- I- I cant" you finally get it out

"Kayla, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise" Ray whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips , you kiss him back gently

You nod and then take his hand again, Getting to the cabin door ray unlocks it, pushing the door open he turns on the light.

He leads you to the bedroom and starts to kiss you just like before, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him desperately , he pulls back shocked

"You sure" he said looking at you

"Yes. Love me" you breathe out

That was enough for for ray to start kissing you again, not wanting to break the kiss but he was desperate to get your clothes off, kicking off you shoes you tug on his flannel. You get that off of him and toss it on the floor. you start to tug on his shirt when he lifts you up and lays you on the bed, Ray takes off his shirt and your eyes are amazed at what your seeing. Ray starts to taking off your clothes desperate to see you.

He finally gets you down to your bra and thong, you purposely wore your black laced bra and you black laced thong, when Ray saw you beneath him he roamed his hands all over your body.

Ray took off his shoes and pants leaving him in his boxers, you lifted your head and you could see him getting hard it scared you because he looked big ASF. Hovering over you he slowly good off your thong and tossed it aside, he moved his hands up to your bra unclipping it from the front. He slid off his boxers and stood up giving you a good view.

"Move up" he said in a very demanding tone

You slid up the bed and rested your head on the headboard

"No side of the bed " Ray said pointing to the edge of the bed

You slid your body over there,your head hanging off the bed just a little , you were starting to get scared of having sex with him, not because you haven't experienced sex before but just because he look SO much bigger then any other person you used to date..

Ray hovered over you , lining himself up at your entrance he asked you 1 last time

"You sure" he said looking down at you

"Yes" was all you said

Ray slowly started to push inside of you, he couldn't get it in at first because he was literally HUGE and you were tight. It's been a long while for you since you had someone , at first you were telling Ray that it hurt when he tried to push It in, then you started saying it wasn't gonna fit.

"Do you trust me" was all he said deeply, you thought about it for a second before answering

"Yeah"

With that Ray pulled back from your entrance and rambed himself into you causing you to gasp loudly and moan, giving you a couple seconds to adjust he slowly starting thursting into you causing you to moan his name

"Ray" you moaned out

"That's it baby, take all of me" he said still thrusting into you

"Fuck- Ray I'm gonna cum, I have to cum" you were a moaning mess

"Cum for me " he said starting to thrust harder

"FUCK-KKK RAY I'M CUMMINGGG" you screamed moaning

Ray didn't stop there he wanted to make you cum all 10 times. And that's what he did

Moans, screams of plessure and grunts filled the rest of your guys night , Ray made you feel like you were high. He was the first man to make you cum more than once. Catching his own release he came in you, you weren't worried at all , you were on birth control.

After you guys were finished ray pulled you off the end of the bed and laid you down on his chest against the soft pillows, Ray rubbed your back until you fell asleep he reached and grabbed the covers and pulled them on the both of you. Smirking to himself that he made you cum 10 times, honestly Ray knew he could have make you cum even more but he didn't want you to be so sore that you couldn't even walk....

The next morning

7:55 am

Feeling a big hand run up and down your back made you moan softly, you could stay like this forever. You started to stir awake and the events last night all came rushing back and you smiled to yourself, lifting your head to see Ray he looked down at you with a smirk

"Morning" he sounded so soft

"Morning" you said softly

"How was last night" he asked with a smirk

"It was - it was amazing " you said smiling

Ray pulled your body up to strattle him and pressed his lips to yours kissing you roughly he flipped you over causing you to yelp now he was hovering over you just like last night, you reached his hand down to your soaking pussy.

"Round 2 before we have to leave" he whispered in your ear

You nod your head feeling his tip at your entrance, he pushes into you causing you to gasp. You wrap your legs around him and pull him down so that his body was on yours, the thrusts he was giving you were just like last night Dangerous , a mixture of soft deep thrusts and hard deep deep thrusts. You felt like you were in heaven,all you could do was moan out his name. Ray made you cum twice already this morning. Catching his own release he slowly pushes out of you, seeing his cum drip out of you made him smirk

Rolling out of bed he goes to the washroom to start the shower, he come back to the room and grabs you hand

"Come one babe let's go shower, we gotta get outta here soon" he said doing his signature smirk

Getting out of bed you felt every muscle pull at you , all at once. Causing you to moan and grown loudly catching Rays attention

"What's wrong" He said conserned

You didn't wanna mention to Ray that you were still very sore from last night, you didn't want him to feel like he hurt you because he didn't.

"Nothing I'm just a little sore from you know last night, but it's okay I loved it" you said with a smile

Ray throws you over his shoulder causing you to scream out his name

"RAY! put me down" you say giggling

He carries you to the bathroom and sets you down, right out the shower

"Come one let's shower" he said whispering into your lips as he kisses you softly....

#ray merrimen smut #ray merrimen imagine #ray merrimen #ray merrimen x reader #den of thevies #Ray merrimen x Kayla Knowles

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sammy-gvf · 3 years

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We get along (for the most part)

Chapter 2

OC X Lee Bodecker

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Warnings- a little angst and cursing.

Plot- The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we?

Word count : 2,705

MINORS DNI! THIS STORY WILL EVENTUALLY GET 18+. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. I DO NOT FEEL LIKE GETTING IN TROUBLE FOR YOU BEING STUPID. THANKS.

CHAPTER ONE IS PINNED ON MY PROFILE!

Sunday morning.

Slowly, I woke from my slumber hoping that I slept through church. Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps coming towards my door tells me differently. Knocking at the door, I hear a quiet voice come through the crack of my door.

“Maggy, are you up? Mamas goin have a fit if you aint up for church.”

That's my brother John, he is always there to wake me up on sundays. He enjoys going to church. I’m not really into it, i usually try to go back to sleep but my parents barely ever let me sleep through church, small town equals gossip. No matter what you do, someone is always talking about you. Sat the wrong way? Gossiped about. Sneezed during church? Gossiped about. Literally anything you do is talked about among the town residents. I was the talk of the town when I was in high school, everyone knew I was sneakin around with Arvin. No one liked it obviously, bein called every name in the book. I didn't care clearly, it didn't bother me or Arvin.

I groan and slowly get out of bed, stretching and looking out of my window. It's a beautiful sunny day in Knockemstiff, I never thought I would ever describe this run down town like that, it's quite beautiful here though. Open fields for miles, I could see why no one would want to leave. I mean in old age, you could just do anything with your land and live off it.

Getting up, I feel my feet hit the cold wood floor of my room. Everyday, I hope I don't get a splinter from the floor so I wear slippers throughout the house. I head to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My hair is disheveled and almost out of the bun that I had it in the night before, my eyebrows are out of place and the bags underneath my eyes are prominent. I sigh and splash some cold water on my warm face. I grab my toothbrush and go for it, spitting out the toothpaste and flashing my teeth in the mirror to make sure I didn't miss a spot.

I heard my parents and brother moving around pretty quickly so I looked at the clock near my bed. It's 9:30 am, church starts in about 20 minutes and it takes 10 to get there. Quickly, I put my hair in a low bun, slapped on some powder and a plain lip color, a rose color to compliment my fair skin. Hopping around, I grab a plain flowy blue dress that goes up to about the middle of my thigh and a pair of white keds, quick and simple.

I step out of my room and grab my clutch so I have something to hold while in church, I usually can't keep my hands still. I shut the door behind me and head out to the living room to see everyone quickly eating some toast off their plates in the kitchen, I hop over and steal a piece of toast and bacon off Johns plate and then we are out the door.

Hopping in my dads truck, the ride there is quiet. We don't talk much in my family, only at dinner once and a while and sometimes when my father drinks. Which is only when he is done work on Fridays. I make sure I'm out of the house on fridays, he never stops talking when he is drinking. My parents and I have never been that close really, kind of an unspoken family thing. Mother stays quiet and does her motherly duties as us women are expected to do once we pop out a few puppies. I refuse to be like that.

The ride to church is scenic,open fields for miles and so many animals to look at. I enjoy the breeze coming through my hair but I just wish it was from me driving my car out somewhere I have never been. Like maybe California, it's probably beautiful. I have never been to a beach, as a matter of fact I've never been out of Knockemstiff before. I envy everyone who leaves this place and never comes back. As soon as I can get out of here, I will. I swear on everything I love.

The car stops and I get out, my feet hitting the dirt road below me. My keds are gonna need a cleaning after this. Stepping around the car, I separate from my family and hop around the back of the church to smoke a quick cig before I go through the church doors to act like I'm holy for 2 hours.

Stepping to the left side of the church, I put my clutch on a bush and grabbed a cigarette from the pack stuffed in my bag. Quickly I light it and suck on it as quickly as I possibly can to just get a moment to myself. Looking out into the distance, I always forget that the cemetery is this close to the church. Graves for as far as the eyes can see. That distracted me to the point where I forgot how quick I was smoking and ended up inhaling too much smoke at one time, leading me to cough quite loud. I throw the cigarette on the floor below my foot and crush it quickly.

I hear an oh so familiar voice in the distance as I finish my coughing fit.

“ Ms. Lane, what a pleasure to see you on this fine sunday.” He says, walking towards me with his fingers hooked around the belt loops of his pants.

Same uniform everyday, never fails.

“Say, what are you doin here behind the church all by your lonesome? “ Lee says as he stands next to me, I can smell the tobacco and mint on him the same as I did last night. I look over at Lee with an exhausted look on my face from the coughing fit I just had.

Lee looks down at the ground and a grin forms on his face, sneaky bastard never misses a beat.

“Ms.Lane-” Lee begins to say and I stop him

“Please, for the love of christ call me Maggy. I am not 16 anymore, Lee.” You say as you start to walk past him. He grabs your arm and stops you.

“Maggy Lane, just know I know about your little reputation.” Lee says as he still has you by the arm, kind of digging his nails into your soft skin as you try to pull away a bit.

“As a matter of fact, I was there when you began your little shenanigans. Be careful of how you talk to your sheriff, little lady.” You look at him in disgust as he tries to intimidate you.

“ Also, I told you those cigarettes was bad news, you're lucky I don't stop on over and talk to your pop about your little habit.” Lee says with a smirk on his face. You finally wiggle out of his grip, your arm dropping to your side with crescent shaped marks on your arm. You rub the spots where Lee's fingers were just digging into your upper arm.

Looking up at him, he tips his hat at you and starts to walk away. You spit on the ground near his feet and he turns around on his feet, quick.

“ I hope you know you're a prick, Bodecker.” You spit out at him.

Immediately, you are backed up against the wood boards of the church, both of Lee's arms on either side of your head. Your heart is racing and your breath is hitching. You're frozen.

“Listen to me, you little bitch.” Lee inches closer to your face, your noses almost touching. You turn your head to the side hoping that he won't really notice but he grabs your face and holds it so you are looking him directly in the eyes.

“Your little mouth will get you in trouble, especially with me.” Your breath hitches as he gets closer. Your heart could explode. You were terrified.

“ Lee, church is starting. We better get in there before we miss anything” A voice in the distance yells.

Instantly, Lee lets you go and strides back to the unknown voice.

You stand there with a shocked look on your face, as if you had just seen the devil up close. You were frozen in your current position but as soon as people started going in the building you sank to your feet and sat there for a minute breathing heavily. You fixed yourself up and stood outside the door of the old church, taking a deep breath before going in and finding your seat next to your family.

Church dragged on and on, I felt like I was going to fall asleep. A screaming preacher, so many people in such a small space. Half way through, I got up to go to the bathroom and caught Lee staring at me and he gave me a small smirk. Creep.

Stepping into the bathroom, I look at my face in the mirror. It's still slightly red from where Lee had his disgusting hand around my chin. I pushed on the spot and it felt like it was going to bruise.

“ Fuck” I whispered to myself as I turned my head side to side to look at the red around my lips and on my chin. This is for sure going to bruise.

I splash some water on my face to refresh myself and then I step out of the bathroom to bump into something in front of me.

“Shit, I am so sorry” You say as you back up into the oak door and look at the person in front of you.

“ Oh, no worries hun.” the woman in front of you says.

You look at her quickly as you step aside, sticking out your hand and you say “I don't think I have met you before, I’m Maggy Lane.”

She sticks out her hand and shakes yours firmly, she is a very pretty woman with short brown curly hair.

Thin and very well put together, can't be more than 25 years old.

“ It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Ruth Har- I mean Bodecker.” She says smiling as she pulls her hand back from the handshake and puts it back on her clutch bag.

“You the sheriff's wife?” you say as you cock your head to the side questioningly.

“Yes, I am.” she smiles, “ We've been married now for about a year, a very fine man he is.” She says as she steps aside to talk to you for a minute before she steps into the bathroom.

You were shocked, Lee actually was married? He was such an asshole, you didn't think anyone would want him. As you had said the previous night, you would tell his wife if he had called you another pet name but she looks so sweet. He doesn't deserve her. You had just said that assumin he even had a woman at home.

“ Thats nice, say you ain't from around here, are ya?” You say in a little southern drawl, she aint from these parts. You can tell by the way she says certain words.

“ No darlin, i'm from Tennessee.” she smiled “Met Lee out there while I was workin in a bar.” she blushed a bit.

“ Huh, well look at that.” you say as you cross your arms and lean against the doorframe of the bathroom. “ Lee does get out of town then.”

She chuckles and you look at the time, church is going to be over soon.

“ Well, it was very nice meeting you, Mrs.Bodecker.” You say as you turn your back and start walking towards the stairs to go back to the chapel area.

“ You too, darlin.” She says waving at you.

“ See you around” You say as you head back up the stairs.

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resinatingbeauty · 3 years

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In Memory of The Best Friend I Ever Had - RIP Shadow (assumed)- 4/30/2021

Shadow showed up at my parents house where I lived at the time, one night back in 2016. I had just gotten home from working at a local country club late in the evening, tired, and physically burnt out from working 40+ hours a week on top of going to college for my associates degree. I saw something pass by the driveway out of the corner of my eye. Something massively fluffy, tail straight up in the air, trotting along. There are many feral cat colonies in this town and many cat owners that lived on that street. Needless to say, I didn't expect this one to whip back around and start chirping at me, rubbing my legs after I called to her.

My mother was adamant when my last two cats had past 8 or so years prior that she wasn't looking for any more pets. My mom loves animals, but she also loves her home and was thinking about doing renovations before adopting any new companions. I knew I was in trouble when this cat came to me with nothing but affection, clearly malnourished, but strangely well groomed. I knew she had to be owned by someone, I had no idea who.

That night I went inside after spending some time enjoying her company. At the time, I was calling 'Charlemange'' as a play on 'Charlemagne'. I had been taking a medieval humanities course at the time and the name seemed fitting enough considering how much scraggly fur she had. Huge paws. Big, fluffy tail and mane. I had never seen a cat so gorgeous around the area. All the feral cats are short hairs, reinforcing my notion that she had to be someone's pet.

I watched through the window slit of the front door as Charlemange played with the moths and other bugs that were attracted to the lamp post my parents have at the end of the driveway and regretted leaving her out there.

I simply thought that Charlemange would return home where she belonged. When I went out to my back screened in patio, whom do you think was waiting for me? Meowing? Charlemange. To my mother's horror, she would launch herself at the screen and hang there to get our attention. Imagine this big ass cat hanging from your screened in porch you've been trying to renovate by all her claws.

She was persistent and Charlemange NEVER returned home, wherever home was.

Eventually, I sealed the deal, low key giving her a can of tuna. Now you see how Shadow went from Charlemange to Shadow.

For about a month, all I had to do was make a high pitched noise and Shadow would come out of wherever brush she was stalking, running and talking until she found me. One evening, I went to give her her dinner, and she shot in the front door.

Mortified, I watched as she scooted right into the one place that I dreaded her to go. My parent's room. That night, as a 20 something, I received a lecture from my father about how my mother felt about pets. 'She isn't a kitten, you know,' he said, 'thats a grown cat. Someone else's cat.'

I just listened and acknowledged what he was saying. I knew there was no point trying to explain what exactly happened. When my dad got done going off on the back porch and went back in to bed, I heard a meow from the patio door. Shadow had been standing at the door, waiting for him to leave , almost like she was saying, 'Hey, I'm really sorry about that, sis,'

Shadow would go on to live in or around the property for nearly a month. I made an effort to find her owners and return her to no avail. Eventually, a single mom I had been working as a private tutor for as a side hustle agreed that she would take Shadow. This would only last for a few months. The family had another cat, Karma, whom had been declawed (I abhor this) and two little girls who had no respect for animals (especially cats) because of this. I knew how the oldest handled Karma and my only solace in handing Shadow over was that I knew she wouldn't be hit by a car, would be fed, loved to a degree, and would scratch the shit out of them if they fucked up.

Their mother ended up calling me, giving me money to bring Shadow in to the humane society, saying she was a wonderful cat, just not the best fit for the girls. I could only imagine what Shadow went through at that house, because the time there changed her. The collar I had on her was returned to me snapped in two. It looked like it had been pulled off. I cringed thinking about it and never put another collar back on that cat. At the time, a woman had been busted hoarding 100+ cats that had all been relinquished to the humane society and local rescues. The humane society's solution for most was euthanasia and I wasn't about that for Shadow. Back to my backyard she went.

Eventually, Shadow won over my mother and my father, especially my father, whom you would never think would love that cat so much. When my mother brought Shadow to the vet, we were surprised to find she had a chip in her ear registered to someone on our block. As per protocol, animal control was sent out to investigate. The woman told animal control that she didn't want the cat. All she did was run away. Shadow's real name was Holly, but she was still Shadow to me.

Shadow became the best friend I ever knew. Not a night went by where she wasn't under my covers sharing the pillow with me, laying stretched out on her back or side as the little spoon. If she wasn't in my bed, she would sit at the door to the bedroom, guarding me or in a chair next to me, always watching. I could do no wrong in that cat's eyes. She was the highlight of my day when I got home from every crappy job I had since. A furry coat to soak up the tears shed during long nights of insomnia and depression. An inspiration for my art and spirituality. My familiar and kindred spirit. If I would talk to her, she would respond with chirps and meows like she knew exactly what I was saying. If someone else was in the room giving her attention and I walked in, she would perk up and run toward me like they never existed. Shadow was the second cat that chose me. I have never chosen a cat from a shelter or adoption / rescue facility. This is how I acquired both my childhood furry friend and Shadow.

It all began when I noticed Shadow's fur was sticky and stiff, like she had been sitting in honey. Just the end of her tail at first. She always had this silly habit of sitting in her food tray, so I cleaned it and her and thought nothing of it until the drooling started.

Shadow had always been a drooler, but not to this extent. Drool bubbles would pop from her left lip. One night, when I came home from work before I started my leave to focus on my Etsy shop, I was horrified to find her sitting on the couch with a bloody chin. Now, there wasn't a large amount of blood, but this alarmed me significantly. It was time to see a vet, like, yesterday. Thankfully, my shop sales had been great and I didn't have to fret over the bill- I was ready to pay whatever it was to make her feel better.

The vet confirmed what I knew deep down and didn't want to acknowledge because the thought was just too painful. Cancer. No chance of survival even if I wanted to go through the hell of treatment, which involved removal of the tongue and jaw. I brought Shadow home and cried, hoping for the best -that the antibiotic would work. The vet said she had been wrong before, it could just be an abscess and it would heal. Shadow was still doing cat things. Shadow was still my best friend, she still loved me, she was still trying to cuddle me at night and surrounding me with the reminder of death in the odor of her breath.

Yesterday, I brought Shadow in to be put to sleep. The decision was made when I looked up from making a rune set and saw puddles of blood on the floor, a stream of it from her face as she was sitting in the window sill. I have never felt so heartbroken. Not even at a family member's funeral. I asked to bring her home, burying her under the tree where I buried my last cat and childhood familiar, Elmo. When I saw the standard biohazard bag peeking up through the dirt, I knew that was where she belonged. With her sister. Yesterday, my heart was buried with that cat. Eleven years was not long enough but each one filled with so much love and happiness. I stood with her until the end. The only peace I feel is that I know that she is no longer hurting. I know she knew I loved her.

I miss you Shadow. To those of you who have recently lost your best friend, your familiar or the love of your life, my heart goes out to you. I hope that someone else can read this and share my pain. I understand that there was nothing I could do but love her. Love your pets. Love them as long and as well as you can- nothing is immortal. We accept this when we commit to caring for our (mostly) furry (sometimes scaly or feathery) friends. This doesn't mean that it hurts any less when we lose them.

To my customers, who have been patiently and diligently awaiting orders while Etsy forced hiatus on my shop, preventing sales during this crisis in addition to my sister in law's wedding and me poking my own eye out back and February- you all are really the best turn of luck I've had. You do not know how much I appreciate you allowing me the time to spend these last few precious moments with her. It truly means the world to me and I hope at the end you receive something worth your time and patience. I have not forsaken fulfillment, and orders are still shipping. Unfortunately, I NEED to reopen and accept new orders, as Etsy is demanding payment for $600 worth of shipping labels. My shop is still appearing as in hiatus at the moment, but I ask for all the support my friends, supporters and followers can offer at this time as I essentially will be working for free when I reopen to pay these fees. Great, right?

If you are awaiting refunds, there is literally no money in the account associated with Etsy. However, as the funds become available, I will be processing refunds / cancellations. I'm sorry for the delays, I never thought I would say I found success at the worst possible time. I urge the rest of you- if you have a deadline for your order for the love of goddess TELL ME. I am getting a little frustrated with buyers (who are frustrated with me, understandably, but still, my item descriptions are clear about relaying deadlines) who are upset or complaining about meeting gift deadlines or other deadlines I literally had no idea about. I'm a decent psychic, but not perfect.

~ Samantha

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daydreamingintheimpalax · 4 years

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The Frat house

Prompt: “isn’t is fascinating? you don't even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt.”

Dean X reader ( Dean is 20, Reader and Sam are 16).

Warnings: Um, none? I don't think.

Dean Winchester was a royal pain in your ass. His smart mouth and sassy one liners made you want to punch his pretty face in. Most of the time, you could avoid him, ignore him and just hang out with Sam who was much more chill and cool. You were thankful you only ever had to see the oldest Winchester once in a while when his father didn't need him on a hunt.

Sadly, tonight wasn't one of those nights. Your father and John had gone off on a hunt with some other hunters, it was going to be a day or two and sadly, Dean hadn't tagged along with them, John and your father insisted he stay behind and keep you and Sam out of trouble. Little did they realize most of the time, Dean ended up being bigger trouble than either of you two.

You heard the light knock on your bedroom door, you'd opted to stay in your room for most of the night, hoping they'd think you were on your period and leave you alone. You felt bad not hanging out with Sam, but you really didn't want to be annoyed by Dean. That boy could give you a brutal migraine in less than 10 minutes.

You got up from your bed, abandoning your latest journal entry before opening the door. There stood Dean, a half smirk on his pretty face dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans.

“Ugh, what do you want, Winchester?” you rolled your eyes, making your way back over to your bed.

“You should be nicer, y/n. Boys would like you better if you didn't have such a bad attitude.” He speaks, making you gag.

“Ah, yes, my mission in life, to please all the boys.” You mock him, rolling your eyes yet again before prying as to what the hell he wanted from you.

“So? To what reason do I owe your presence?” you sass him and he smirks again.

“Sammy and I are going to go have some fun, taking the kid to his first college party, you in?” He winks, your eyes wide as you squint at him.

“Sam and I are 16, there's no way we can get in to a college party.” You shrug, shaking your head at his idiotic idea. He clicks his tongue and laughs.

“Who’s going to know? Sam will probably go unnoticed, and you can put on something skimpy, do your makeup and you pass for 18 tops, ain't no one going to question you.” He eyes you up and down and you punch his arm.

“Owww, what the hell!” He shouts, rubbing his arm. “That’s for being a pervert, and no, I'm not going to whore myself out just to go to some college party with you, besides, our dads told us to stay put, I ain't about to break the rules, your dad will kill you if he finds out.” You raise an eyebrow, making your way over to your bed.

“He won't if he doesn't know about it, we'll be back way before they will, and I never said whore yourself out, though, I'm sure a night of fooling around with some guy would adjust that stick up your ass. We're going, come, stay, I don't care but you got 15 minutes to decide or we're leaving.” He states, winking at you before shutting the door behind him.

You hated Dean Winchester. Well, maybe hate was a strong word, you really heavily disliked him. He was a constant pain in your ass, a headache that seemed to never go away. However, you wondered if maybe he was right. You had only ever had sex with your ex, and that had ended last year, you could use a night out, and a hot college guy could possibly just be what you needed and just like Dean said, no one would know you weren't 18.

You sighed, not believing the idiot outside had actually convinced you this was a good idea. Taking his advice, you got dressed in your “sexiest” dress, a simple black one that always enhanced your curves and paired it with your favorite red pumps, you put some effort into your makeup, a dark Smokey eye and a bold red lip, your winged liner perfected after years of practice. Dean was right, at this rate, no one would question your age.

You met the boys by the front door, Dean throwing on his dad's old leather jacket that was twice his size as he headed over towards you, maybe one day he'd grow into the coat.

Sam's cheeks turned a shade of red as he complimented your look. You smiled politely as you thanked him. Sam was always the more gentlemanly of the two. When Dean finally noticed you, he smirked, letting out a wolf whistle as he passed you towards the impala.

“You clean up nice y/n, if you weren't practically my little sister I'd take you home myself.” He chuckles, smacking your ass as he passes you. You let out a squeal and it makes him chuckle before you let out an annoyed groan.

“You’re such a pig, as if I'd ever go to bed with you, who know's what you've contracted.” Once again rolling your eyes at him in distaste. “You roll your eyes a lot y/n, one day you're going to get stuck like that, also, I'm not stupid, I use condoms and always get tested.” Dean smirks, biting his lower lip before throwing himself into the drivers seat, unknowingly to him just how much he affects you. Maybe that's why you tried to hate him so bad, you refused to admit the older Winchester got to you, making you flushed most of the time you spent around him.

“And you talk too much Winchester, I mean seriously, do you ever stop talking.” You sass, throwing him a fake smile. He winks in return, “Only when I'm using my mouth for other things.” He stares back at you from the rear view, making a motion with his hand and tongue to signify what he means.

“Can you two stop, this whole conversation is becoming gross. Let's just go.” Sam pipes up, blushing more than he should. “Don't worry, Sammy. One day you'll learn, my little virgin brother.” Dean chuckles, ruffling Sam's hair.

“I’m not a virgin, I just don't announce it to everyone so explicitly.” Sam grits, trying to avoid you hearing. “Yeah yeah, sure thing sammy.” Dean smirks and soon enough he's driving off.

You'd been at this party for three hours and had yet to find a decent human to talk to. Sam had wandered off over an hour ago with a cute petite brunette who seemed very fond of him, you had a feeling she'd be dragged here too, and Dean, well, Dean was around flirting with every girl who would give him the time of day. His cheesy pick up lines failing most of the time, sometimes you wondered how in the hell Dean got as much action as he did, his lines were usually horrible.

You took a sip of your beer, people watching as a bunch of jocks screamed and yelled, doing keg stands, a group of girls stood off to the sides, some of them eyeing the jocks and giggling to each other.

“You look a little lonely.” A voice booms out over the music and you turn, coming face to face with a cute blonde haired guy, he's wearing a muscle shirt that's probably one size to big, a pair of Jean's that aren't baggy but not fitted either. He's got a beer in his hand and he's smiling softly at you.

“Just checking out the scene. This isn't a bad party.” You shrug, sipping from your red Solo cup. He chuckles. “Yeah, Rick always throws the best parties, everyone literally shows up. So how come your not with your friends? You go here right?” He asks making conversation, and your brain works overtime to come up with something.

The conversation between you and what you now knew was the guy named Eric and that he was 18, had flowed nicely and before you knew it, you'd spent the last 20 minutes taking shots with him and now here you were, pressed up against the kitchen island as he kissed you, his lips soft and warm, he smelled like fireball but you didn't care, you just wanted to be kissed, having almost forgotten what it was like to make out with a cute guy. He pulls away, smiling at you, breathing heavily as he speaks.

“I’ll be right back, gonna check if any rooms are clear.” He states before shooting you a wink, you pull some hair behind your ear and bite your bottom lip, smiling at him nervously, suddenly not sure you wanted to be here.

You turn around, ready to grab your solo cup and refresh yourself when you come face to face with Dean. He's on the other side of the island, leaning over on it with his elbows, drink in his hand and he's smirking at you, he raises and eyebrow and before he speaks, you groan. He shoots you a shrug.

“What? I didn't say anything.” He speaks up, smiling stupidly at you.

“ Isn’t is fascinating? you don't even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt.” You spit out, already annoyed with him. He laughs.

“You having fun?” he asks and he seems genuinely concerned. “Yes, as a matter of fact I am. Thanks, you were right I needed this.” You give him a soft smile before you start to bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing.

Dean watches you carefully, noticing the mood change. “You okay?” he asks and you pipe back up, letting go of your lip as you shake yourself back to reality, “Yeah, yeah i’m good it's just uh....he asked me to go upstairs, he's older and I uh- um, you know what, nevermind.” You shake you head, taking a giant sip out of your cup.

“Y/n, if you're not comfortable, say no. Point blank, and if tries anything else, call me. I'll deal with it. You don't have to have sex if you don't want to, okay?” He assures you, and you take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I know, thanks Dean.” He shoots you a small nod, and it's the first time you've seen him have your back, full support with no judgement or jokes or inappropriate remarks.

“I know, uh, I know I can be a dick sometimes and I annoy the hell out of you, but I need you to know when it comes down to it, I got your back, y/n. Always.” He smiles, you give him a small smile back, moving around the island to get closer to him, you lean up using your tip toes to get closer to his height, placing a small peck on his cheek.

“Thanks Dean, You're not always so bad.” You smirk, before leaving him to his night, making your way over to the dancefloor.

Dean watches you for a bit, smiling as he watches you laugh when that frat boy joins you, it was nice to see you having a good time and letting loose. He would never admit it, it wasn't like him to be so attracted to someone he'd known all his life or feel for someone so much, but you had always been different.

He kept his distance for the most part, he wasn't stupid, you were 16, and it wouldn't be in his best interest or smart to make a move, plus John would kill him, you were still underage, but maybe eventually, when you turned 18, maybe he'd consider doing something about the dreams that woke him up every night sweaty and heated.

One day, you'd see he wasn't as annoying as you thought. For tonight, he'd have to settle for watching you from afar, knowing damn well he’d be going home alone yet again.

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firstumcschenectady · 3 years

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"God, Stress, and Abundant Lives” based on 1 Kings 19:4-8

I'm mad. Mad that we – the big collective we – might have beaten this virus if we trusted our experts and prioritized collective well-being. Mad that we “can't have nice things” still, EVEN THOUGH science provided amazing vaccines in an unbelievably short time. Mad that I have to make decisions no one– including me – likes because the first rule of John Wesley is “first do no harm” and I really believe we have to do that.

But, a friend sent an article this week that pointed out that I'm not mad. I just think I'm mad. Or, more so, that anger is a secondary emotion that works well to mask primary emotions. The article said the emotion that I'm actually feeling is fear. (Note: do not try this at home. Do not tell someone what they're “really feeling” when they tell you what they ARE feeling. Really, truly. DO NOT DO THIS. The article got away with it by taking about generic people and I personalized.) The article speaks about people choosing not to be vaccinated and vaccinated people's anger responses:

Though this new flavor of outrage might look and sound like righteous indignation, mental health professionals say that what’s behind it is fear.

“It’s scary to admit that somebody else has power over you and you’re at their mercy and you’re afraid of them, but showing that is not a very American ideal,” said David Rosmarin, an associate professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School and a clinician at McLean Hospital. “Instead of expressing that fear, it’s a lot more comfortable to blame somebody else.”

Anger is what people in his profession refer to as a “secondary emotion.” It’s a feeling that arises in response to a more primal emotion, like fear and anxiety over having some aspect of your life threatened. “The reality is that there are millions of people who are miseducated about something, they’re making a big mistake that will have massive consequences that might affect you and your family and that makes you scared,” Rosmarin said. “But nobody is saying that.”1

That article also says that part of what people are struggling with is that this was always going to be a “long war” but we didn't get that message from the outset. That fits for me too, I deal better when I have my expectations set correctly.

Two years ago I preached on this passage from 1 Kings 19, and afterwards several of you mentioned that you could hear in it my yearning for a break. (It was fairly soon before my renewal leave.) I hadn't meant to be that transparent then, and it makes me want to be a little bit cautious now, but....the story hasn't changed.

This remains a story of Elijah, prophet of God who has worked diligently for what he believed God wanted him to do. The response to his faithfulness has been a threat of murder that came directly from the palace.

Elijah is too tired to fight anymore. He fled for his life, but in the midst of the flight he lost even the will to live.

He prays, asking God to let him die, which would at least be less violent than the death otherwise planned for him. He'd walked into the desert for a day, and when he prayed he sat under a single broom tree, the only bit of respite he could find. The Bible seems to suggest this is a particularly sad story, it is the same one told of Hagar, having walked into the desert, exhausted her provisions, sat under a broom, and prepared to die. Just like with Hagar though, God meets Elijah there.

You may already know how much I love this story. He falls asleep, and wakes up when provisions have arrived. He eats, he drinks, he falls back asleep. When he awakes, provisions have arrived. He eats, he drinks, AND THEN he was able to go on.

I really love that he needs to sleep, eat, drink, sleep, eat, and drink before he can rouse himself. He has gone far beyond the “have a cup of coffee and keep going” point. He is exhausted. He is out of will power. He is out of a will to LIVE. If I were writing this story though, I'd add in some breathing. “He took intentional deep breathes until he was able to slow his body enough to sleep...” and then the rest of the story. It would make it just a smidge better.

Probably because of the book I just read, I'm noticing that the story as written (and more so as adapted), Elijah is given the chance to “complete the stress cycle” in this story. The book is “Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle” written by Emily and Amelia Nagoski. In their opening chapter, they distinguish between stressors and stress. They point out that we need to complete the stress cycle, no matter what is happening with the stressors. And they name, concretely, how to do that. The first and best option is to “do literally anything to move your body enough to get you breathing deeply” for 20-60 minutes a day.2 Elijah walking into the desert for an entire day seems to qualify.

The Nagoski sisters offer 6 other ways to complete the cycle though: 1. “deep, slow breaths down regulate the stress response”3, 2. positive social encounters (even causal ones), 3. laughter – but the real deep belly laughter kind, 4. physical affection from someone you trust (they suggest a 6 second kiss between partners or a 20 second hug with someone you like, snuggling a pet), 5. crying, and 6. creative expression. In other chapters they also talk about meditation and spiritual connection, so I'm going to add a #7 – whatever prayer practices work for you. They're suggesting that we do at least one of these, and better many of these, every day. Because the stressors keep coming at us. And their book was written in 2019, so it is WAY MORE TRUE today.

So Elijah. He took a long walk (check), I'm all for pretending he took some slow breaths, he maybe had a positive encounter with the angel? (does that count??), and I'm quite sure he cried a lot, the Bible just forgot to mention it. He also took care of his bodily needs for rest, nourishment, and hydration. (Chapter 7 of their book is all about rest.) He also named his despair to God, and naming emotions has a lot of power too.

This little story has a lot of good responses to despair and burnout. Which is good, because many of us are in despair and/or burnout in at least some aspects of our lives.

The pandemic has challenged all of us. The challenges have differed, because we're different, but we've all been challenged. Having another wave is definitely not helping anybody. We're mad, whether or not that's a primary emotion, sad, fearful, and maybe even detached. We're exhausted.

And most of us are comfort seeking. We want things to be easier. We NEED things to be easier. We're looking for things that sooth, ease, comfort, and console. Often, we're looking for things to be “back to normal,” familiar, and make sense like we're used to. We're human. That's how we work.

Another facet of how we work is that when we're in high stress, we revert to earlier and lower levels of emotional functioning. We blame. We over react. We fight. We flee. We gossip. We triangulate. We take all our anxiety and we try to get rid of it by sharing it with others or throwing it at them. This too is human. It is how we work.

No one I know is operating at their best right now. We can't.

What we can do is seek to complete the stress cycles – we can't change most of the stressors, but we can give ourselves the best possible chance to change the stress. Our bodies, minds, and spirits are all connected, they're all “us.” When we care for each of them, we give all of them a chance to do better.

I believe that God calls us all to life abundant. To full, meaningful, connected lives. To spiritual depth and work that matters and relationships that give life. Elijah went from that broom tree to the Mount of Horeb where he deepened his relationship with God, and then on to meet his protege Elisha and started to pass on his labor to the next generation. It wasn't God's intention that Elijah struggle alone, or burn himself out. It isn't God's will that we struggle alone nor burn ourselves out either. God wishes for full, abundant lives for us all. That's part of why we take care of each other, and share love in the world. So, dear ones, I encourage you to complete your stress cycles, name your emotions, connect with your dear ones, engage in prayer, and live life as abundantly as you can. God wants it for us, we want it for each other, and the world needs us as healthy as we can be! May God help us. Amen

1 https://www.statnews.com/2021/08/02/belated-realization-that-covid-will-be-a-long-war-sparks-anger-denial/

2 Emily Nagoski and Amelia Nagoski Burnout: The Secret to Unlokcing the Stress Cycle (New York: Ballantine Books, 2019) p. 14.

3 Nagoski, 15.

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torispencerkeene-blog · 4 years

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BE A HERO. WEAR A MASK (Take Two)

In the past few weeks I have been trying (mostly without success) to spread the message that HEROES WEAR MASKS. I find so much of this disturbing, but recently I came across a post from someone who was giving their reasons for not wearing masks. I don’t want to call that person out, or make them feel bad, so I decided to do a little bit of research. I came up with eight main reasons that people don’t wear masks, and I want to show you what they are and give you a hint as to how those things could be countered if you have to explain this to anyone.

I would also like to remind you that we are all in this together. Please don’t get into a fight about this. Healthy debate is great, but don’t let anyone pull you into a fight. It could be more dangerous than them not wearing that mask.

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1. It's harder to breathe when I wear a mask.

If you find it more difficult to breathe while wearing a mask, then you should absolutely be the FIRST one wearing a mask. Take that feeling, of having a hard time getting air... now quadruple it. You might be getting close to the first stages of what asthma feels like.

When I can't breathe it absolutely terrifies me. I have asthma, and wearing a mask sometimes does make it a little harder to breathe. But I wear the mask because the idea of having a tube down my throat just so I can get air is ten-million times more terrifying. I don't want to die from Covid-19. I really, really don't.

2. It makes me uncomfortable.

There are other masks out there. If you can't find one that is comfortable, you can make one. It's fun and interesting to make your own designs and just do what you want with the material. There are masks that are made from spandex that are much more comfortable and slip right up under your glasses so they don't get all foggy. If I can do it, so can you.

3. It isn't my responsibility to keep other people safe.

Maybe not, but it isn't only strangers you would be protecting. When you wear a face mask, social distance, and take proper precautions (like washing your hands with hot water and soap for a full 20 seconds), then you are protecting yourself, your children, your parents, your friends, your neighbors, your grocery store clerk. Most of them are people you see all the time. You like them. You want them in your life. Wear a mask for them. Be a hero. Being a hero isn't about only meeting your responsibilities, it is going above and beyond for other people.

4. It makes me afraid (Or, it’s fearmongering).

If you weren't afraid, I would be worried about you. Seriously, we're all afraid. Every single one of us has some fear. Maybe it isn't Covid-19. Maybe it's a fear of a car accident, or fear of losing someone, or a fear of the dark. All of us have fear. But rising above that fear and doing what is best for other people is a sign of bravery. Like Clara from Doctor Who, perhaps whisper, "Let me be brave."

When you are afraid of the dark, you bring a flashlight. When you are afraid of a stranger, you carry pepper spray. When you are afraid of a disease... you wear a mask.

5. It doesn't work.

Actually, that is where you are wrong. No, I’m not about to get up on a political soap-box and preach at you about who is right or wrong in politics. I don’t like Republicans, but I also don’t really care for Democrats. I guess, maybe, I could be called an Independent, but even they don’t really fit my criteria. So me saying this isn’t about politics. Please hear me when I say that. I don’t care who you vote for... wear a mask when you do it.

If masks didn't work, why would doctors and nurses have been wearing them for so many years? It doesn't make them look important. It's because they don't want to carry any diseases home to their families. It makes perfect sense. If you were working with asbestos, you would wear protective gear for that too. Doctors know viruses and diseases can spread, so they protect themselves.

The medical workers and scientists working through the Covid-19 pandemic have been pretty clear about masks in recent weeks. The more we learn, the more we know we need these masks if we want our country to completely re-open, and to STAY open. I did a bunch of research on this, mostly because I got into a debate with someone about it, and found literally dozens of articles and PDFs about the effectiveness of masks during the pandemic, and all (except a few older pieces by someone I wouldn't want treating me for a splinter) said the same thing. Masks help slow the spread.

In fact, one news report I watched said that in a hair salon, two customers had Covid-19 but didn’t know it. The stylist and other customers didn't get it because those customers were wearing masks! Keeping a mask on protects everyone you come into contact with. It isn’t a perfect solution (there are none) but refusing to wear a mask only keeps the spread of the disease going on and keeps us shut down longer.

6. It violates my rights.

Which ones?

Laid out in the Declaration of Independence it says that 'all men have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.' I will grant you that. And you have the right to express your opinions (I can show you how) but that does NOT mean that you have the right to put other people in danger to exercise those rights! I have the right to LIVE. I want to live. I don't have grandchildren yet. I would like to actually live long enough to meet them. I want to live long enough for my son to get married. I want to live to pursue some of my dreams, to find that happiness for myself. Wearing a mask protects my rights!

Are you talking about your first amendment rights? That is the right to religion, free speech, having a free press, the right to assemble, and the right to petition the government.

- If you want to practice your religion, services are being held online by so many churches I couldn’t begin to name them all. (If you are a shut-in like I was, you already know this) There are dozens of churches that post their services on their websites. It’s how I watched when I couldn’t get to church.

- If you want the right of free speech, make your own mask into a statement!

- If you want the press, it’s everywhere!

- If you want to assemble, no one is stopping you (unless the area where you live has increasing numbers of Covid-19, in which case they are trying to save your life).

- If you want the right to petition the government, you can... just do it safely. There are more ways than one to petition. Start an online petition. Do a drive-by petition where every family makes statements on their car. If you want to, you can even make your mask a petition. There are more ways to do it than gathering together without simple protection for yourself and the ones you love.

7. It's a political statement.

Actually, it isn't. It's a statement that you think you know more than every doctor and nurse, every scientist in all the countries around the world. Masks have NOTHING to do with politics. But they can... Let me tell you how.

Get blank black or white reusable face masks and either fabric markers or puff paints. Then you can write whatever you want to say on your mask! Then it can BECOME a political statement!

8. President Trump doesn't wear one, why should I?

First, let me reiterate what your mother probably asked you at least once during your formative years (if your mom is anything like mine). “If all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?”

All I am saying is use common sense. It's not up for debate. We know wearing masks slows the spread. Don't do something dangerous just to have solidarity with the president. If you want to impress him, find a red reusable face mask and write ‘Make America Great Again’ all over it with white puff paint.

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So, what reasons do you have for not wearing a mask? Is it something I didn't cover on the list? Is there something you want to know and no one has given you an answer? Do you wear a mask and want to know how to convince others to wear one? Do you wear one, but don’t even know why?

Ask me. If I don’t know the answer, I will try to find it for you. I am up for healthy debate (but no actual fighting) about the pros and cons of wearing masks. If you have real evidence to support not wearing one, I’d love to see it. Anything that can help me answer questions and teach people.

Also, if you want access to my research, type in the pros and cons to wearing a face mask to fight Covid-19 in your search bar. Yeah, you might pull up a couple articles from people who are against it, but if you look for MEDICAL research, you will get the same answer every time. Masks slow the spread. There are tons of videos on YouTube about it as well.

Look, we're all pretty smart people. No one is asking you to change your political beliefs. We only want the chance to live. We don't want to die. We don't want our kids, our parents, our brothers and sisters, or our friends and neighbors to die. We have seen that countries that practice social distancing, mask wearing, and proper precautions are already on the other side of the curve. If we want America to be fully open (and stay that way) we need to do our part.

BE A HERO. WEAR A MASK!

#BeAHeroWearAMask #masks save lives

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Brother’s best friend.

"Yah kookie! You guys are disgusting" you said. Only for him to roll his eyes at your comment.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Rating girls depending on how pretty their face is, is just disgusting. imagine me rating you guys." After you said that Jimin and jungkook looked at each other before they started laughing like crazy lunatic's.

Jimin smirked at you and asked "exactly how innocent are you y/n?"

You raised your eyebrows and gave him a confusing look. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook finally stopped laughing. "Sis, we're rating their ass and ti-"

"YAH!!!" You screamed and covered your ears.

you're not actually THAT innocent but hearing your brother say that makes you cringe.

Jungkook started laughing once again while Jimin smirked at me. What's up with him?

"That's even worse" they both ignored you after that and went back to swiping on their phones.

You sighed and walked out of the living room but not before hearing Jimin say "that's a straight up ten."

"Dude!"

"What? She has a nice ass."

Can someone please remind you why you have a crush on him?

After about 20 minutes of sitting alone in the kitchen you heard someone walk in.

"You know... I've always wanted to do this thing"

You turned around to see Jimin leaning against the door frame, looking straight into you eyes.

"What thing? Acting like an adult? Cuz that'll make you 10 times more attractive" you said and turned your back towards him.

"So you think I'm attractive hmm?"

"W-What no! I didn't s-" you got cut off by his lips pressed against your exposed neck.

You sucked in a breath not knowing what to do.

"You know what I've been fantasizing about lately "

"Uh, n-No" goddamnit y/n get your shit together.

"What it would be like fucking my best friend's sister" he whispered seductively in my ear.

SAY WHATTTTTTT

"I-" you got cut off once again by Jimin turning your chair around and smashing his lips against yours.

God? Is this a dream?

You couldn't move Bcs of how shocked you were. Until you finally realized what was happening.

You pushed him alway and jumped up from your chair "are you crazy Jimin?"

"Yes. I've always been crazy about you but since you're my best friend's sister I tried to keep my hands to myself. But lately I've been jerking off while thinking about how deliciously your lips would feel around me and I just can't help myself anymore y/n. I need you."

You stood there, hands on his shoulders to keep distance between the both of you. Eyes wide out of shock because of what he just told you. Not able to move and too scared to say anything.

"Y/n.. please let me have you."

"J-Jimin we cant.. jungkook is-" "in the shower and after that he was going to FaceTime his girlfriend.. we're alone"

"We really can't Jimin"

"Don't you want me y/n?"

"Wha-"

"I've caught you looking at me a lot, staring at my lips while I'm talking to your brother, pressing your thighs against each other every time I wink at you.. I know you want me babygirl"

You started breathing louder as he took your wrists and walked you backwards until your back hit a wall.

Damn you stupid wall.

He pushed your hands above your head and lowered his head so he could whisper in your ear.

"Just say yes and I'm all yours"

He started licking, biting and kissing your neck.

His hands roaming around your body.

"Babygirl..say it"

Your head started spinning. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the thoughts of him fucking you. While still Questioning if this was a good idea. But at the end of the day, your brother was dating your friend so why the fuck not.

"I need you Jimin."

He didn't waste a second to pick you up and carried you to the kitchen table, softly putting you down. Your body now taking full control as you let your hands run up his arms into his silver hair.

Jimin's hands sliding under your T-shirt to unhook your bra. He let go off you and took a step back.

"Strip" he said while pulling off his own t shirt.

You stared at him in awe, his perfectly toned abs right in front of you, making you drool at the sight.

He narrowed his eyes at you in a dominant way making you gulp. "Did I stutter sweetheart?"

"Huh?"

"I said. Strip."

Your eyes widened at his demanding tone, jumping off from the table to undress yourself to the point where you only had your panties covering you.

"So perfect... on your knees"

You got down on your knees waiting for what's coming next. Not that it was hard to guess by seeing him stand in front of you unbuckling his pants and pulling them down to his ankles.

"You know what to do babygirl" he said while smirking down at you.

Your hand started shaking due how nervous you were. But no matter what, You were gonna suck his dick like you never sucked a dick before.

You pulled his boxers down and gulped at the sight of his dick.

How the fuck is that ever gonna fit?

Don't be a pussy now y/n..

You took his dick in you hands and started teasing him with little kitten licks on his tip. Making him groan. "Don't tease"

He grabbed your hair and pushed his dick all the way down your throat without any warning. He threw his head back at the feeling of finally having your mouth around him.

You of course trying to gasp for air as he fucked your mouth. Feeling tears form in your eyes.

Jimin silently moaned and cursed before letting go of your hair and pulling you back up to lay down on the table.

"My turn" he said and ripped your panties down your legs before putting them over his shoulders, he looked up at you with his sexy smirk once again "you ready baby?"

"Ye- oh my fuck!" He didn't give you time to respond properly as his tongue was already doing his work.

His tongue teasing your clit while pushing 2 fingers slowly inside of you.

You started moaning louder not giving a shit if jungkook might hear you.

He started humming against your clit and moving his fingers inside of you making your legs shake. You tried to close your legs only to fail because of jimin's hand that pushed them back open.

You felt something building up inside of you, knowing you're going to cum any second now.

"J-Jimin... I'm- fuck"

He started moving his fingers faster "cum for me babygirl" he hummed against you. Vibrations being send through you body, pushing you over the edge. Not even 10 seconds later you saw white before your eyes and came on his tongue and fingers.

"Jimin fuck!!!" You yelled.

He took his fingers out off you and licked them clean while looking into your eyes. What a sight.

"You might want to be quieter for what's coming next, we don't want our precious kookie to walk in right?"

You rolled your eyes and said "I don't care"

"Oh really?" He stood up and hovered over your small body giving you a soft kiss on your lips. "Then neither do I."

Without any warning he pushed his dick all the way inside of you making you gasp for air once again. He didn't move for a while, letting you adjust to his size while placing sweet kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

You moved your arms around him, running your hand over his back down to his ass.

Damn.. ji-booty thicc as fuck.

"Are you really touching my ass right now?" He asked while chuckling.

"Guys are not the only ones who like touching someone's ass." You laughed.

But you didn't laugh that long when he started pounding inside of you without any warning. What's with him doing everything without warning me? LET A GIRL BREATHE PLEASE!

By now you were one sweaty, moaning mess.

He pushed himself up and softly wrapped his hand around your throat while his other arm pulled your leg from around his waist and placed it over his shoulder.

His head thrown backwards, his lips wide open with moans and curse words leaving them. Small Sweat drops glistering on his forehead.

The sight of him alone could make any girl cum.

He kept thrusting faster and deeper inside of you. Making you scream out his name.

"Found it" he groaned and kept hitting that same spot over and over again. Driving you crazy.

You arched you back while pulling your hair, screaming out his name.

Making Jimin wild. Seeing you all fucked and messy underneath him.

"Fucking hell you're tight" he huffed. You teased him by clenching around him making him hiss. He tightened his hand that was still around your throat and looked at you with a daring look in his eyes.

"Don't"

"S-sorr- ah Jimin I'm gonna -" "me too babygirl, me too."

After a few more thrusts You released your second orgasm making you see stars.. literally.

Jimin pulled out and took a step back, signaling you to get off and sit on your knees in front of him. So.. you did.

You sat in front of him on your knees, your hands placed on his thighs to keep yourself up as he pushed his dick inside of your mouth.

He grabbed your hair and started fucking your throat at a fast pace, until he finally came inside of your mouth moaning your name while he did.

You swallowed every last drop while looking into his eyes.

"Fuck you're perfect" he bend down and kissed your lips in a way that made your heart melt.

"Let's get dressed now before jungkook comes downstairs"

You both got dressed right in time, just as you sat back down on the chair jungkook walked inside of the kitchen.

He looked at you and Jimin with a suspicious look. "What were you guys doing? I heard screams"

Jimin cleared his throat and said "I was teasing her about earlier"

Jungkook laughed " shes really is too innocent"

Jimin smirked at you "yeah, she is"

You gave him an innocent smile and turned around to leave the room. "Goodnight guys"

"Goodnight sis"

"Night babygirl"

I smiled to myself when I heard a slap "YAH! Wtf did you just call my sister?"

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#bts #writing #fanfiction #park jimin #jimin x reader #jimin smut #kpop #wattpad #1st post #one shot #jungkook

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thedumbguywithaheart43 · 2 years

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A Spark of hope

Chapter 14 story 1 I'll sleep when I'm dead

1. Another week went by and despite the plans to meet the rest of twilight's companions which the mare was looking forward to. The plans had to be canceled.

2. Fluttershy was far too busy caring for a sick manticore. Applejack was busy dealing with a land dispute with a pack of wild diamond dogs.

3. Still it was no bother to him he fully understood circumstances having dealt with both of those creatures in the past. He couldn't help but feel bad for Fluttershy though. Heaven's know he wouldn't dare get near the literal snot fountain of a sick manticore.

4. So he spent most of his days training Spike while Twilight was out assisting her two friends. He also had quick visits from rarity and pinkie pie both apologizing for going overboard.

5. He couldn't help but chuckle like that when he thought about it. Rarity was incredibly overdramatic promising to design him a line of whatever clothes he wanted. However he then turned her down stating that it was no skin off his back.

6. Pinkie pie had made a habit of leaving him treats in his room. They were quite delicious but he couldn't help but feel concerned about the fact that the pony had managed to get in there without him noticing. Especially considering she didn't have wings.

7. but for the most part things were going well he was happy at least during the day. Night however was miserable. He had hope that finally having a rather comfortable bed and would help him rest his nightmares.

8. But instead he couldn't even sleep when he tried nightmare would come so strong that he would immediately wake up. So he spent his night staring out of the window.

9. At the very least he could see why spike an Twilight used to stargaze here. It was quite pleasant. He couldn't name a single constellation in the sky yet he could recognize every Star he's ever seen and many that he didn't.

10."it's quite beautiful isn't it."his attention was caught by Twilight who had managed to enter his room without him noticing.

11."Twilight I didn't see you there or hear you knock. "the mare shrugged. "I assume as much since I was out there for about 10 minutes I was trying to tell you that dinner was ready. Well actually it was already hours ago but you never came down."

13. Sparks looked away only letting a few breaths of air out before speaking."I guess I was just lacking an appetite sorry to worry you. "Twilight then got closer to him examining his face.

14. Once again he could see her eyes. Those lovely lovely eyes. Each one told the story of ,sadness Glory ,of intelligence ,beauty. Unsurprisingly it was like reading a book. Fitting for the resident book horse of Ponyville.

15. Now her eyes told a story of concern. "Sparks can I ask you a question? "Her voice was strangely quiet. But he nodded. "of course Twilight."

16. She took a deep breath before speaking. "I've noticed the bags under your eyes and I don't think anyone else has because they kind of blend in with your coat but... When was the last time you got a full night's sleep."

17. Sparks looked away and stared off into the distance. He was dead quiet. He didn't want to worry her but he also couldn't lie. Not to those eyes.

18."months probably I do sleep but I really ever get a full night's rest I have...... Nightmares vivid ones."Twilight looked stunned at his answer."how the fuck are you sane! Months without a full night's sleep is dangerous!"

19. He merely shrugged."it's nothing t-."she merely put a hoof his mouth and then pulled him into a hug."it is something to worry about. it's not healthy. What are the nightmares even about maybe I can help you."her voice was so sweet with concern.

20. He could feel his body melt at the touch. He shook his head."I'll be fine Twilight I'll head down in a minute."

22. She sighed. She knew the kind of guy he was. He was kind gentle but also stubborn. She would need to find her own way of helping him. Perhaps Luna knows a thing or two.

23. She left him then leaving him to his solitude. He then looked to the sky."it's the same with each and every night.... I stare at the window with cold dead bloodshot eyes..."He looked to his empty room.

24."I'm stuck self torturing with no use in trying."he walked over to the bed fixing it slowly as he continued his thoughts."internal clock in smithereens.... Can't fix this I'm hopeless.".

25. A voice then spoke in his mind."you can get through this you just need to sleep and rest."

26. All Sparks could do was smile a fake smile."I'll sleep when I'm dead."with that he walked out of the room to eat dinner.

#writing #mlp fandom #fanfic #comedy #drama #ocs

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estrxlar · 3 years

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The Ghost Of You

20 - You’re Finally Mine

This chapters songs:

I Follow You; Melody's Echo Chamber

Hot Rod; Dayglow

My Jinji; Sunset Rollarcoaster

- Y. L. Perspective

I let out a low groan, attempting to stretch out my arms and legs. But when I touched Koshi's, I remember that we were latched onto each other. Throughout the night, I hadn't imagined that sleeping with him would be so peaceful. His gentle hands holding me against him, the way a simple hum would run vibrations throughout his chest, and best of all: being able to look at such a lovely face to wake up to.

He pays my back gently, followed by his gentle voice. "Y/n? Are you awake?"

I open my eyes slightly to peek at him. A very bright sun ray showered his grey hair and fair skin. "Hm? Yes, I am now." Shoving my face back into his chest, I sigh. "What time is it?"

"It's ten. I'm sorry for waking you, but Isao is wondering if you want breakfast," Koshi explains briefly.

I blink a few times to refresh my mind, nodding slightly. Was his brother serious about making our food? That was something I hadn't experienced in a while. I usually made things for myself or ate leftovers for breakfast.

After Koshi dismisses his little brother, he proceeded to pat my back as if I were falling back asleep. "How did you sleep? I hope I wasn't bothering you all night," he asks me.

"Pretty good. I was very comfortable." A smile appeared on my face without any effort. I trail my fingers across his collarbone under his t-shirt, thankful that my first night with Koshi was as calming as sleeping through the rain. "What about you?"

I was hoping that I hadn't kicked him or done something embarrassing while I was asleep. The risk was a high percentage, especially since I'd spent the night mostly laying on his chest.

But Koshi didn't say much. He only gave me a very warning smile and tightened his hands upon my waist, maneuvering closer towards me. Curious yet scared of what he would do, I grew frantic, feeling my face heat up while he did so. And finally, he closed his eyes, brushing his lips against mine, before kissing me gently.

My hands rushed up to his face as my shoulders stiffened. Such a sudden action made my heart beat out of its chest, I was sure he could hear it.

Unfortunately, he ended our kiss after a few seconds, pulling away from me slightly.

"So, I'm guessing that's a yes?" I manage to let out a few words in my tired voice. Koshi nods, sitting up from his spot.

That was the first time I'd woken up in his bed while lying next to him. And boy, did I cherish that moment as if it were impossible to forget.

"Good morning, Ms. L/n," Isao chimes as Koshi and I walk into the kitchen with our zombie-like behaviors.

Nonetheless, I smile at the boy, happy to be seeing his familiar face. I was beginning to grow on him and his playful personality. I bow and greet him a good morning as well, before Koshi bumps his hip into mine, laying a hand on my back. "Y/n, you don't have to bow every time you see them." He says to me, making me shoot up to stand straight.

"Uh, sorry! I guess it's just an impulse I do to people," I explain myself, followed by Isao's sweet laughter.

"That's alright! I was just about done," he says, placing a small piece of fish onto a pile of a couple of other pieces. Next to the grill pan was some white rice and a pot of miso soup.

The smell fills my nose and I begin to build up my appetite. "Oh, okay! Would you like me to get started on some tea?" I hurry to the other side of the kitchen and attempt to search for a pot. But of course, Koshi stands there with one in his large hands, grinning at me.

"You're our guest, Ms. L/n! Please, sit." Isao carries the plate of rice and fish to the table, accompanied by a few bowls of miso soup. I hadn't been welcomed with such a normal morning breakfast in so long. Not even my friends' parents treated me like this. But mostly because we were all family to each other.

I could only hope that I didn't look too bad. I had changed into some pajama pants and a smaller shirt so I wouldn't look like a homeless man walking around such a nice house. But freshening up my hair, breath, and face could only do so much. As for Koshi, he still looked as beautiful as ever in the mornings.

I make myself comfortable in the same chair I'd say in the previous night, waiting for Koshi and Isao to join me. After they did, I said my thanks, and we began to eat our breakfast.

To my surprise, Isao wasn't half bad at making food. In fact, it was very delicious. Mostly because I hadn't had such a good breakfast meal in what felt like a million years.

"So!" Isao cleared his throat with a gulp of green tea.

"How did you love birds sleep?"

The boy clapped his hands enthusiastically. The nickname made me cringe on the inside, but I simply chuckled lightly and shrugged my shoulders. "Pretty good. You guys have such a lovely home," I comment, replied with a nod from Isao.

"Yeah, yeah. So your band; are you guys popular and all? Sorry, I know that probably isn't what you might want to talk about, but I'm interested in Koshi's new girlfriend," he says, followed by one of Koshi's passive-aggressive throat clearings.

I eye both of them, smiling awkwardly while swallowing my food. "Uhm, it's okay. We're fairly known by a few people at school and some family. Our discography is small since we mostly produce covers or requests we receive from our amount of fans."

It was obvious that Isao was very excited about having a musician in his house. I was only worried that Koshi would grow tired of talking about music. So, I take the wheel of questions and begin my mission to find out more about his family.

"What about you? Are you interested in any sports or art hobbies?" I ask, wiping my hands on one of the small towelettes he gave me earlier.

Isao nods. "Kind of! I like messing around with the drums now and then. But I mostly did a lot of volleyball back in middle school."

I hadn't thought about how old Isao might have been. Curious, I ask, "wait—how old are you? I didn't know you were in high school."

Little did I know that it wasn't something Koshi and Isao weren't up to talk about that subject, for they glanced at each other with surprised looks. "Uh...I should be starting in-person high school after the summer break. Right now, I've been doing homeschooling."

"Oh..that must be nice!" I attempt to lighten the mood a bit. "Are you excited? You get to experience a lot of new and fun things in high school. I'm positive you'll find something you like. Do you plan on going to Karasuno or...?"

"Yeah, I do. I only wish Koshi could have been a second year so we could be closer together!"

The mentioned man coughs while drinking his tea, wiping it soon after. "Uhm, don't worry. I have a couple of people who'll be looking out for you." I assumed he was talking about the volleyball team. Isao would no doubt fit in with those guys.

"You said that you're going to the states after graduation. Is that true?" The sudden question makes both Koshi and me choke on our rice. The only time that I would ever discuss the matter was with my friends. I was always afraid that talking about it in front of him would cause problems between us.

Noticing I grew uncomfortable, Koshi interrupts with yet another question. "Would you like to come with me to Y/n's concert? It's not much of a concert...more of a competition for bands. But if it's okay with her, I could take you with me. I know we'd both love to see her perform live, right?"

Isao practically jumps at the statement. "Wow—really?! Of course! Can we go, Ms. L/n?" He looks at me with big puppy eyes in excitement. How could I have said no?

Proud, I nod to the boy. "Sure thing. But you've gotta be careful in the crowds. There will be lots of people there."

The rest of breakfast was used as a way for Isao and I to get to know each other. Though they came from the same mother and father, Koshi and he were two very different people. It could have been that they got different types of acknowledgment from their parents, or they coped with their mother in different ways. He sure seemed like a rowdy boy. Very charismatic, curious, and a top-notch smart ass.

Koshi and I helped tidy up the kitchen, he notified us he would be going over to a friend's house. I was only to assume that this friend was like family to him, for Koshi dismissed him as if it were nothing. After that, we decided to begin getting ready for the training camp.

A/n: If you come across messages from the guys that sound cringe it's only because I'm trying to make them sound realistic aka what they would actually text like😭

Crow crew

Daichi

Hope everyone is heading to the gym soon

Let's try not to give Takeda a hard time this weekend. He's been treating us very kindly these past few weeks.

Tanaka

Yeah man he got us a really cool new manager

haha thanks

Asahi

Who's ####

Tanaka

I just said

Really cool new manager

Aka Sugas gf

Koshi

Istg

Noya

R u serious my brother😕

So you just take every girl you see now

Asahi

Suga didn't tell me that:0

Koshi

The way we haven't even been together for 24 hours and you somehow managed to figure it out

Tanaka

WAIT IT IS TRUE-

Daichi

This is literally supposed to be a group

chat meant for volleyball only

Leave Koshi's personal life alone and mind your own business guys

Noya

Don't be so uptight 🗣

Y/n I thought you liked me 💔

What about all that stuff you told me under the cherry blossom tree

Daichi

Noya oh my god

Asahi

Wow, this escalated!!

Daichi

Where are you guys, heading to the school hopefully?

Koshi

Y/n and I just left the house

Is Kiyoko there yet guys

Kiyoko

Almost :))

Meet me in the girl's locker room

Noya

HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT

Tanaka

What lmao

Tanaka

YOU SUMMONED HER

Noya

YEAH SHOW US YOUR WAYS DARK LORD

Bc I'm god( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ennoshita

Hey everyone

At the gym👌🏻

Yamaguchi

Good afternoon!!🌞

THE EMOJI WXBISJS

Yamaguchi

SHSHSHS

Tsukishima

it's gay

Noya

You're gay

Tsukishima

Wtf lmao no I'm not shut up

Tanaka

You've triggered something

Daichi

Stop it guys

Hinata

OMG I WOKE UP LATE

Koshi

Uhh

Try to get to the gym fast

Asahi

Hey you shouldn't text and drive

Tanaka

Especially when you got your girl in the passenger seat🤨

Koshi

Don't worry guys it's me

[image of you and Koshi in the car]

Kageyama

who's dirivng

Yamaguchi

Driving* and Koshi is obviously driving in the picture🙄

Kageyama

Im talk shout the training camp

Daichi

Takeda, he's taking his van like always

Hinata

CAN WE BRING SNACKS PLEASE???

Daichi

Yes but not to eat in the car bc I don't wanna cause Takeda any issues with having to clean it

###-###-####

That's fine with me!! Hinata can bring snacks( ◠‿◠ )

Is that Takeda Senseis number

Tanaka

Yes

Koshi

Pls try not to make a big deal of Y/n and I

Noya

Why wouldn't we💀

it's not even that huge + I'm sure you guys don't care that much

Tsukishima

Yeah I don't

Tanaka

Cmon noya that's one of kiyokos best friends we can't be mean😥

Noya

SHEEESH alr see you guys soon

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- K. S. Perspective

"...are you telling me that she's coming with us?" I look at Daichi with a very serious face, afraid of what he would respond with.

I thought it was flattering that Eclair wanted to spend her afternoons at volleyball practice with the team. But was it appropriate to have her come with us to the weekend training camp?

Daichi sighed. "Well, she did ask Takeda and I beforehand and we didn't have it in us to tell her no. Besides, she is a big help to us. She's been doing a lot more than talk to the second years as of recently. Don't you think you're worrying too much about it? I'm sure she won't make a move on you again, especially now that you've got a girlfriend."

"She doesn't know that, dammit." I cross my arms and sink into my seat. I knew that she wouldn't take the news lightly when she found out. If I were lucky, she would last her entire stay in Japan without knowing.

He sighs again, adjusting himself in the seat. "Koushi, just fall asleep. We'll be there in only an hour."

It didn't hurt me that Daichi didn't want to talk about Eclair. She was draining, after all. I prayed that she wouldn't be causing issues during this weekend. The last thing I needed was another inconvenience.

Instead of sitting with Kiyoko the way she usually did, she had to sit alone. Eclair insisted she take her spot next to Kiyoko, but Y/n didn't want to make a big deal of it.

As the bus began driving off into the evening, I look over to the girl, observing her tired eyes as they wander over the valleys outside. Did she mind being alone? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I wanted more than anything to sneak over to her seat when no one was looking. To have her head rest nicely on my shoulder.

'Would anyone even notice if I were gone?' I think to myself, checking if my best friend was still awake. Sure enough, he was dozing off against the window, giving me an open spot to sneak up next to her.

Careful not to be noticed by Takeda or any other volleyball members, I crouch over to the seat in front of mine. Y/n looks over in a flash, taking both her earphones out. "Kou, what are you doing? Are you allowed to sit next to me?" She whispers to me before the two of us lock eyes.

"I have no clue, but you look tired," I say to her as she closes her eyes and smiles gently. The orange-colored sunlight showered down on her beautiful features, making my heart melt right there in the moment. Desperate to feel her, I bump her head with my shoulder, offering her a personal pillow. She happily accepts and fits right between my left collar bone, making me beam with joy. I pay close attention to her small flinch when I began to ever so gently squeeze her thigh lovingly. Dear Y/n was finally all mine and no one else's, finally. Of course, I knew she belonged to herself and had personal boundaries that I wouldn't dare cross. She was an independent and reluctant girl after all. But my girl. One I would love forever and ever.

Yes I still added fluff at the end what abt it😾

Ily pls note and comment I read every single comment you guys give me and it makes me seriously so happy

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