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endlessnightarts · 30 days
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cosmicscrib · 3 months
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Christmas Present ft. Red Velvet Irene & Seulgi
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Vibing with the music in your car as you drive the long ass highway. Well, Christmas is coming in a couple of hours so you’re excited. You’re on your way home from the grocery store and fill the back of your car with gifts.
You heard your phone chimes and paused the music to answer the phone call, you read who’s calling you first and made you smile when you saw who it is.
“Hey baby, what’s up?” You asked while seriously driving.
“Hi babe, where are you?” Irene asked you back, her lovely voice still gets you so you smile.
“I’m on my way, give me a couple of minutes.” You found yourself regretting for going out last minute to buy some stuffs and now your struggling because of countless crowd, you better be not doing it again next year.
“Okay, my gift for you is now ready~” You heard her chuckle after those words before she hung up the call. You immediately felt nervous because of her tone so you step on the gas and drove way home.
Once you get back to the parking lot, you start to take your stuffs from your trunk. You still manage to get in the elevator despite the heavy weight of the things you just bought. You click the 16th floor, as the number get closer to 16, you can feel your heartbeat getting faster and faster. Still thinking about Irene’s words, what it is for now?
The elevator opens and thankfully your room is not that far so a few steps you knocked on the door, you call her and the door opens for you.
“Hi handsome!” Irene greeted you with a hug and a peck of kiss on your lips. Now you think of her suspicious, something’s weird.
“Hi babe, what’s with you now?” You asked her as you walk inside, she closed the door carefully and help you with your carrying.
“What? It’s Christmas, I’m just happy. And also, Gifts! I think you’re going to love this~” There she goes with her tone again, She even winked at you. You just shake your head and go straight to the kitchen, you can smell the food that she’s preparing and after a couple of minutes you both eat. While sitting on the couch, you looked at the clock that is now at 11:27PM, before you try to stand up to prepare yourself, the doorbell rings so Irene gets up first and stands in front of you. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and offer it to you.
“Put this on, I have a surprise for you and I think… that’s a perfect timing.” She said while pointing to the door, you smile at her nervously as you took the handkerchief and blindfold yourself. While obediently waiting, you can hear her talking to someone but in a whisper. You can tell that there’s another person getting inside as you feel more footsteps, and, why the fuck does she need to move the chair? You thought of it as you heard the noise of it getting moved in front of you.
“Hey babe what’s that? Is everything okay?” You speak in the air, Irene just reply a chuckle at you. Yeah, I think it’s fine. You heard her thanking someone and the door closed.
Then the noise is gone, you flinched as you felt someone sits on your lap sideways. By the scent of it, you can tell that it’s your girlfriend. Irene took off your blindfold and;
“Holy shit babe, that’s a big-ass gift! Where did you get that?” You’re stunned at what your seeing; a big gift box that is same height as you, You look back at Irene which is now smiling.
“I want this Christmas be memorable for you but before you unwrap that gift, unwrap me first.” Irene seductively said before diving into your lips, you stunned for a bit but you kissed her back. You’re both smiling in the middle of your kisses as she guides your hand to her back, her thin lace dress helps to show her curves, you pull the tie on the back of her dress and it starts to fall down, only her bra is covering her breast. She sits on your lap facing you, you start to kiss her deeper. Irene moans as you roam both your hands to her petite body, you unhook her bra that made her chuckle as you both broke the kiss.
“You’re unwrapping me good” Irene said before she toss her bra to the side, you looked down at her perfect tits and dive to it right away. She moan as she felt your lips on her tits, circling your tongue on her nipple before giving it a small bite. Irene groan in pleasure as you’re licking and groping her tits, she starts grinding on top of you as she felt your hardened cock from your shorts. You felt a double taps on your shoulder before she got off of you and kneels.
“I think I need my present too baby” Irene starts to taking off your shorts with your underwear, you help her by moving up your hips and she toss your shorts to where she toss her bra. You felt her cold hands stroking your cock right away, looking at you while doing her thing.
“Do you mind if I take this first?” You just nod at her question, she smiles at you before she kiss the tip of your swollen cock. Her breath lands on your cock that made shivers up on your spine, Irene lick your base to tip. You groan as she’s teasing your cock, you just want to push her to your cock and fuck her pretty face but it looks like it’s one of her plan. While looking at you, she put your cock inside her mouth, your crotch starts to disappear slowly. Irene took you deeper, you can feel her tongue plays the underside of your cock as she slowly pulling it out. Her lipsticks left stains on your cock as she pulls you out. She catch a breath before goes back in, Irene bobbing her head consistently. You moan as you hold the back of her head to guide her deeper, her gag reflex still surprises you as she gives you deepthroats. You grope her hair and pushing her deeper, her tight throat helps you to reach almost at your climax.
Irene can feel your cock getting warmer then pulls away both your hands from her head that made you groan in disappointment.
“what the fuck was that for babe?!” Irene stood up and just smiles at you, she walk backward to the big box behind her. You just look at her petite body and didn’t notice that she pull a string from the box, it made you flinched as the box opens itself. Your eyes widened as you saw another beautiful woman sitting on the chair with her legs crossed as well as her arms, wearing furry boots and a shorts that exposing her white thighs, a turtle neck sweater with the jackets on. It’s her friend, Seulgi.
“Surprise! This is my Christmas present for you baby, hope you like it.” Irene said as she walk slowly behind her and bends over to give her a kiss, a passionate kiss right away. You don’t know what’s happening, you have no idea how Irene turns everything into this. But the scene you are watching makes you turned fucking on; Irene making out with Seulgi, that one friend of her that is one of your dream to fuck. You start to stroke your wet cock while watching the two beautiful women in front of you, Irene saw you in her peripheral vision then she start to grope Seulgi’s tits and left out a soft moan.
“Can’t cum yet baby, I want your first load on her.” Irene said before she broke the kiss to start undressing Seulgi, slowly. It excited you the more Irene pull up Seulgi’s sweater. Her toned abs made you groan and you heard Irene chuckle from behind her. You didn’t realized that she’s not wearing any bra until Irene finally expose her perfect body, Irene walked back towards you and kneels again.
“Seulgi, undress yourself. I’ll make time for you as I fuel the fire to this good boy right here.” Irene dives back to your cock without warning, you moan in pleasure as you felt Irene’s tight throat playing your cock. You watch Seulgi taking off her shorts as she bends over, you can clearly see how wet her folds are. As she gets fully naked, she walk slowly to you and join Irene below. She starts licking your balls as Irene bobs her head slowly, you can’t believe that this is happening. You moan louder and louder as they both fastening the paces sucking and playing your crotch. You looked down at them and saw smirking to each other before they both lick your cock from each side from base to tip. They’re doing it repeatedly as they both caressing your thighs, your climax is now approaching. Seems like they feel it too, then Irene pull out herself and push Seulgi’s head to suck your cock. Irene bobs Seulgi’s head faster while watching you coming to the edge, with final deep thrust you shoot your seeds inside Seulgi’s throat.
Seulgi gags from your jets of cum without warning but Irene keeping her nose kissing your pelvis, you let out a long groan in pleasure while keeping yourself from the high. Seulgi pulls out your cock slowly from her mouth and to your surprise, she swallow your cum. She even looked up at you and smile.
“Tastes good, looks like eonni keeping your cock healthy” Seulgi said while looking at Irene before they both chuckle, you just nod at her and smile. Despite your sensitivity, Irene stroke your cock again.
“Time to fuck her baby, show me how you badly want that bitch.” Her cold, soft, and small hand makes you hard again and her words. You saw Seulgi bend over to your side as she use her elbow as support by putting it on the back support of the couch. You stood up and positioned yourself behind her, you pushed all yourself inside her in one thrust. Seulgi’s unbelievably tight and warm, can’t deny that she’s way more tighter than Irene. You hold her by the hips and start thrusting, both of you groan each thrust you make while Irene caressing your body from behind, kissing your back.
“How’s that bitchs pussy babe? You like it?” You hold Seulgi’s hair and pull it as you look Irene from behind and nod at her, Irene gives you a passionate kiss while you piston yourself to Seulgi. Her walls clamping to your cock like it’s not gonna let you go, you can feel every inch inside her. As you and Irene making out, you suddenly felt Seulgi’s pussy getting tighter. You pull yourself from Irene and fastened your pace as you feel your second load coming too.
“Oh shit I think I’m gonna cum, fuck!” Seulgi’s moan is loud enough to make Irene chuckle, you pull her hair harder and slaps her ass cheek. Seulgi’s body starts to quiver as her orgasm takes over, you still thrusting hard as your orgasm is approaching too. With one deep thrust, your warm seeds sprays inside her tight walls. Seulgi’s now shaking like crazy before her body lands on the sofa. Your cock automatically pulls out as her body slams down, ass up. You watch both your cum drips down on her thighs, Irene then use her index finger to taste it.
“Hmm sweet!” She giggles and look at the clock. “Baby, 5 minutes left before Christmas. You better use that time to fuck me~” Irene’s seductive tone makes your cock stands hard again, she playfully pushed you to sit down again on the couch. She align herself on your cock before she push herself down, both of you groan as both your pelvis meets. You hold her petite body and pull closer to suck and lick her perfect tits, Irene starts to move her hips and moan. Both your crotch clapping sound echoes the entire living room, her pussy is perfect for your cock. Giving you a muscle control while moving, damn that feels good. You use both your hands to choke your girlfriend as she move, while looking at your eyes full of lusts. You look at the clock behind her and shows 3 minutes remaining, you try to hold yourself but Irene’s moving on top of you is a menace. Her soft moan shows how horny she is right now, you tightened your grip on her neck that muffles her moan. Tears falls down her cheek as she continue to move her hips faster and faster, her pussy starts to get tighter that shows how close she is.
1 minute and 45 seconds.
Times start to move slowly at the moment, you move your hands to hug Irene and move your hips. You’re now fucking her pussy up and down, her moans are louder. For now, you don’t care if the neighbors hear. You just want to show what Irene’s pussy deserve.
60 seconds.
“Baby I’m cumming, don’t- shit!” Irene’s body is shaking, her pussy is tighter and get slippery. She finally reached her orgasm while you still want to hold yourself, trying to match the clock at 12. Irene burries her face on your neck as you continue to thrust deeper and harder, she hold your arm tight as she’s on her sensitivity now.
30 seconds.
“Baby I’m cumming again, fuck me harder!” Irene shouts on your neck while you’re pistoning your cock in her tight walls. You slap her ass cheeks hard enough to imprint your palm on it, every thrusts made Irene moan like crazy. She’s now moving her hips the opposite way you move to match your pace.
10 seconds.
Irene’s body quivers again and moan loud as she meets her high for the second time of the night, your breath is now heavy as you feel yourself cumming.
5 seconds left.
You thrust hard and your seeds sprays inside your girlfriends walls, both of you groan as you finally reach your orgasm. Irene moves her body slowly to milk you out. You look at your right to see Seulgi’s pussy still dripping, you move a little bit to lick it that made her moan while Irene is licking your neck.
“Merry Christmas babe~” Irene greeted you while catching her breath, you look back at her and smile before you gave her a deep kiss.
“How’s your gift?” She hugged you while still inside her, you move her hips and moan.
“The best present I’ve ever had, fuck” You both giggle and kiss each other again.
“You fucked me harder that before, might invite her again if I want you to fuck me that hard again.” Irene chuckle and kiss you.
You tap Seulgi’s ass cheek to wake her up but you failed, Irene get out on top of you and watched your cum drips down her white thighs. She walk towards the bathroom to clean herself so you carefully adjust Seulgi’s body on the couch, she’s sleeping comfortably so you get the blanket to cover her body.
What a great Christmas.
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A/N: Such a late fic, forgive me *sobs* I got drunked af these past few days so I forgot about this fic lmao but here yah go! Dedicated to @slowlydifferentbluebird, hope you like it!
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sturnsbae · 4 months
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SHY - M. STURNIOLO (PART TWO)
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i highly recommend reading part 1 first, which is linked here!
summary; after madi and nick set up their plan to make you and matt fall in love, you’re finally going over to their house to film for the first time… and the connection between you and matt only grows stronger
warnings: she/her pronouns used, mentions of gagging. purely fluff!!!
your car ride to the sturniolos apartment consists of nothing but a very happy madi in the passenger seat and severely shaky hands. so much that madi almost had to take your spot in the drivers seat a couple times because you haven’t been able to steer correctly.
when you arrive in the parking lot outside of their complex, you sit in the car for a minute to regain some control of your emotions. as deep breaths exit your nose, madi speaks up. “y/n, you’re going to be fine i promise. now can we go inside? i don’t want to keep them waiting any longer,” she begs. you exhale sharply, nodding your head as you grip the door handle.
before you can even realize it, you’re standing in front of their door as madi gently knocks on the door. you fully snap back into reality when you see matt’s face at the door, greeting you both with a big teethy grin. “hi guys! come on in!” he says, stepping aside for both you and madi.
their house isn’t necessarily the cleanest place you’ve ever seen, but you can tell that they put in somewhat of an effort to clean it for you guys. you smile at nick as he comes running to the door, pulling you into a tight hug. “y/n, hi! i’m so glad you came!” he smiles, making your heart swell with joy. even if you’re in shambles from your nerves, you’re still super joyous that you’ve been adapted into their lives so quickly.
“so before we start the video, we need to go to the grocery store. for some context, we’re doing a challenge where we all buy a few gross or weird foods of our choice, and line them up on the counter. we have an app that when you put a bunch of fingers on it, it randomly selects someone and whoever gets picked has to eat the next food item in the lineup,” nick explains.
“oh god, this sounds awful,” you groan, earning a laugh from a few people.
“this sounds fun y/n! lighten up,” matt teases, nudging your shoulder lightly as he does so. you blush a little and that pit from a few days ago immediately comes back.
“okay people we don’t have all the time in the world, so let’s go!” nick exclaims, pushing you and madi out the door. the five of you get into the car, driving to the closest grocery store. you all go in and make sure to separate so that you don’t spoil your items to one another. each person is supposed to buy 3 items so that the total will add up to 15 items. your items of choice are horse radish, sardines, and to be nice you decide to add unicorn pudding cups.
while you’re using the self checkout, you see chris appear in the line in your peripheral vision. you notice him trying to peak at your items, and you turn your head to him. “stop cheating chris!” you say sternly, making him roll his eyes.
“i wasn’t even looking at you y/n,” he lies, knowing damn well you both know he’s bluffing. you just chuckle to yourself and secretly place your items in your bag, making sure chris doesn’t see. eventually everyone finishes their quick shopping, and you all head back to the apartment to begin the video.
“hi guys! today we’re going to be playing disgusting food roulette, but we have a couple special guests with us! c’mere guys,” nick says, wrapping both his arms around you and madi to drag you both into frame.
“hi guys,” madi says softly with an awkward smile.
“and for those of you who don’t know who y/n is, she’s a great friend of madi’s, and one of our newest friends! her socials will be linked below, so go check out her stuff! she posts a lot on tiktok and instagram, so make sure to go follow her! you can expect to see her in a lot more videos,” nick says smiling at you. you smile back, truthfully unsure of what to say.
“yeah yeah okay we get it nick now stop kissing y/n’s ass and let’s reveal what foods we bought,” chris groans, making you flip him off.
“chris is just mad i caught him trying to look at my foods at self checkout,” you shrug. chris gasps and immediately throws his hands up in defense, “you’re just full of yourself! i was not looking at you,” he rolls his eyes playfully.
“okay chris, leave y/n alone,” matt chuckles, putting his bag of food on the counter. per usual, this sets off that feeling in your stomach once again, but not as bad as before. you’re starting to embrace the obvious feelings you have for matt, and you’re actually okay with that. once everyone reveals their items, it’s time to let the fun begin. “okay guys put your finger down on the phone screen! whoever’s finger gets the little white dot under it has to eat the food,” nick says as you all place your fingers on the phone screen.
the first couple of items on the counter aren’t very bad, but as you further along the line things start to get bad. unfortunately you get chosen to eat the horseradish. “clearly this is my karma for buying this,” you groan, hesitantly placing the spoon into the jar. you quickly shove it into your mouth and swallow, trying to forget about the fact you’re eating horseradish. the taste fills your throat and begins stinging your nostrils from the pungent smell. you start gagging a little, and everyone bursts out laughing.
“fuck oh my god! this is disgusting!” you say, leaning over onto the counter in disgust. you pray that you get the coconut water since it’s the next item, but unfortunately it goes to matt. he takes a sip and scrunches his face a little, and you groan at the gross taste in your mouth. nick and chris are arguing in the middle of the kitchen, while you and matt stand off in the corner. “do you want a sip of my coconut water?” he chuckles, and you accept it gratefully. even if it tastes nasty, you still drink a few big gulps to get the taste of your previous item out of your mouth.
eventually it gets to sriracha sauce, and you’re afraid of getting that as an item seeing as you don’t do good with spices. and of course with your luck, you do. “oh fuck me!” you groan, lifting the spoonful of it off of the counter. you take a deep breath before putting it in your mouth, groaning at the burning sensation on your tongue and lips. you have an overwhelming mix of different disgusting tastes and sensations in your mouth, making you fall to the ground out of disgust and discomfort. everyone laughs at your reaction, and matt lifts his hand out for you to take as a guide back on your feet.
thankfully along the way you get a few good items, but the next item is that stupid pepper chris bought. everyone is deathly afraid of getting it, but unfortunately matt is the one who gets chosen. “you’re joking, you’re actually fucking joking! i’ve gotten all of the worst items!” matt cries out while dragging his hands down his face.
“oh no poor matt,” madi laughs, and matt just groans. he takes a bite of the pepper, and immediately his eyes start watering. he falls to the floor and just curls into a ball while groaning in pain. you all let out a laugh, but after a few moments you guys start getting a bit concerned.
“matt are you okay?” nick asks. matt just looks up at everyone and pouts with little tears welling up in his eyes. you make a little frown at him while letting out a little chuckle. he gets to his feet and stumbles over towards you, pulling you into a hug. he isn’t necessarily thinking clearly, seeing as his mouth, throat, lips, and basically sinuses are all on fire. your eyes widen, but you hug him back gently. you let out a few chuckles, and nick hands him a glass of milk to try and subside the burning sensation in his mouth.
“i’m going to bed, goodnight everyone,” he sadly laughs, waking to his room. you all burst out laughing and end the video without matt.
“someone should go check on him, y/n can you go make sure he’s alive? we need to clean everything up,” nick asks while giving a look to madi. you roll your eyes at the two of them, “yeah sure,” you say in an annoyed tone. they’re making their plan so obvious that even chris is starting to pick up on it.
you softly knock on matt’s door and you hear a muffled voice telling you to come inside. you walk in and his room is surprisingly clean. the lights are off and he’s laying in his bed hugging a pillow, with the empty glass of milk on his bedside table. “i was tasked to come make sure you’re alive. you doing okay?” you ask.
“my mouth is on fire,” he groans and you laugh a little.
“do you want me to get you anything?”
“more milk, please,” he practically begs. you nod and take his empty cup to the kitchen. when you bring it back to him, he’s now sitting up in his bed with his phone in hand.
“fuck, thank you so much y/n,” he says before chugging the whole cup in under 5 seconds. you let out a giggle and he just smiles at you bashfully. he pats the end of his bed, signaling you to sit down on it. your heart rate begins to increase but you do as you’re told and sit down.
“y/n, i know we just met and this might seem a little quick… but i think you’re really pretty and sweet. i was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab food sometime? and i know it’s a little awkward since you just saw me crying from eating a pepper, but it’s the first time i’ve actually gotten the chance to ask you this,” he chuckles and you laugh at the end of his sentence.
“oh my gosh of course matt! i’d love to,” you blush, this time not even worried if he can see your cheeks turning pink. you both figure out a date and time, meanwhile madi chris and nick are all secretly standing outside the door listening in. you exit matt’s room and you see them not so slyly trying to pretend they weren’t listening.
“you guys suck, you know that?” you jokingly say, and they all just shrug.
“have fun at dinner with matt on saturday,” nick winks as you exit their apartment. you just roll your eyes with a smile, “yeah yeah whatever nick.”
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krystal-prisms · 7 months
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Honestly, urban and suburban horror is so under utilized
Getting lost in a parking lot full of endless rows and columns of cars. You can't find yours, you don't know how long you've been walking. You keep seeing cars that you think are yours, but they don't open when you try your keys. You press the horn button on your fob, but can't tell which direction the faint honking is coming from. The stalls are all full.
A grocery store late at night. No other shoppers are there. It's dark outside and yours is the only car in the parking lot. The aisles are filled with brands you don't recognize, but seem oddly familiar, all knock offs of each other. It's too cold. Your cart has a squeaky wheel. The cashier is the only other person in the store. They don't make eye contact. You don't remember what you came in for.
You're taking the garbage out late at night. Your elevator doesn't work so you have to take the stairs. The dumpster smells, and there is fluid on the ground beside it. You don't want to think about what it could be. You hear noises down the alley. You toss the bag into the dumpster, and run to the door. You fumble your keys and take longer to get in. You slam the door and lock it. The lightbulb flickers in the lobby.
Rows and rows and rows and rows of identical houses. You don't know how you got into this neighborhood, you can't afford any of the houses here. They all look the same, white square houses, white picket fences, perfectly even and manicured lawns. A good neighborhood. A nice place to raise your kids. There are no kids. The weather is nice, the sun is shining, they should be outside. You drive your used car, looking for a turn off to the exit, but there isn't any. Just endless white square houses, white picket fences, perfectly even and manicured lawns. You're sure you passed this area before, but there are no house numbers and they all look the same. The sun is shining and there is not a cloud in the sky. Or another living creature in sight.
You're on the bus. Surrounded by people, you stare at your phone and ignore them. More people get on. Your stop is coming soon. More people get on. You sit at the back of the bus to avoid conversation. More people get on. Someone bumps into you, and you apologize to them, but you're not sure why. They don't acknowledge you. More people get on. Everyone is staring at their phones, ignoring each other. Your stop is next. You try to stand up to get to the exit, but there are people in the way. You can't get to the button to let the driver know you need to get off. You try to get to the door, but there are so many people in the way you can't move. The bus slows to a stop, and you try to push your way to the exit, but the bus is too packed. The doors open, but you can't leave, and nobody hears you when you ask them to move. More people get on.
You walk downtown. You pass a billboard advertising a product you've never heard of. You keep walking, passing flyers, billboards, screens, all selling things. Things to make you prettier. Smarter. More successful. A whole new person. A new person to fit into society with all the other people, but only if you spend money. For just a few dollars, you can have a better life with our product. You need our product. You would be so happy if only you had our product. Look at all these people in our advertisement, aren't they happy? Don't you want to be like them? You could be if only you just had our product. You can't afford any of them.
You're in a crowd of people, walking the sidewalk. You have your earbuds in. You feel someone watching you. You casually glance around, to try to catch someone staring. You can't pick out individual faces among the hundreds of other people. You continue on your way, thinking you imagined it. You imagine you hear footsteps, and walk faster. The feeling doesn't go away.
Your air conditioner is broken. You told your landlord, he said he'll fix it. It's been days. The air is hot and muggy. Leaving the windows open doesn't help the heavy feeling. The air from outside is just as warm, and carries the scents from the city. There should be sounds coming from outside, but the city is silent.
You're walking at night. You can't see even a single star.
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sweetiesicheng · 3 months
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hoshi - babysitting
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"he's eating yogurt right now," soonyoung said to you. "s/n, say hi to your mama.”
"hi mommy!"
"hi, baby. is soonyoung playing with you?" you asked as you left a store.
"yea! we played a lot!" your son answered.
"he's doing fine. take your time on your way back," soonyoung said to you.
"you're a lifesaver, soonyoung. i'll see you soon," you said to him.
"yep. see you soon."
the call ended and you put your phone in your pocket.
you had to work overtime at your job and couldn't pick up your son from daycare, so you had asked soonyoung if he could watch him for a bit. luckily for you, soonyoung had the day off and loved your son to bits and pieces, so he was more than happy to watch him.
since you knew your son was in great hands, you went to the grocery store and bought what you needed for the week. you were currently putting groceries away in your car since you needed to buy quite a bit. once you were done, you left the parking lot and headed home.
after a few minutes, you made it home and parked your car in the driveway. you took a few bags with you to the front door and unlocked the door. you opened the door and heard laughter coming from the living room.
"s/n, i'm home!" you called out and immediately heard footsteps running.
"mommy!"
your son hugged you tight, and you hugged him back with one arm since you were holding groceries with your other hand.
"need help?" you looked up and saw soonyoung, who had appeared from the living room.
you shook your head, "i got it," you told him. "want to stay for dinner? i'm going to cook,” you offered.
"you sure?" soonyoung asked while picking your son back up.
"s/n, do you want soonyoung to stay for dinner?" you asked your son, who started to climb all over soonyoung.
"yes! please! we can play more!" s/n exclaimed while trying to climb onto soonyoung's back.
"well, you heard him," you said to soonyoung with a laugh. "i'm going to get the rest of the groceries."
after getting all of the groceries from your car, you started putting everything away and cooking dinner. your son and soonyoung continued to play in the living room.
eventually, you finished cooking and started putting everything into the kitchen table.
"baby, go wash your hands," you said to your son.
"okay!"
"oh, wow. this looks amazing," you heard soonyoung said. you looked over your shoulder and saw soonyoung looking at the table.
"aren't you glad that you stayed?" you asked with a chuckle while washing your hands. "want a beer?" you asked him.
"no, thank you though. i have to wake up early tomorrow for a schedule," he mentioned and went over to the sink to quickly wash his hands after you were done. "and you know how i am with alcohol," he added, reminding you if when you first met him.
"waking up at two in the morning with you at the front door was very interesting," you replied.
soonyoung groaned at the memory, "don't remind me."
"mommy! mommy!" your son ran into the kitchen and straight up to you.
"yes?" you looked down at him.
"can soonyoung come over more often?" he asked you.
you smiled, "well, soonyoung is a very busy person. you know how he dances all the time? he has to do that a lot," you said to him. "go sit," you instructed as all of you sat down at the table. "he'll come over when he can, but he has to work first before he can come over and play.”
"i'll come over again, s/n," soonyoung said, "i'll bring you a souvenir every time i travel overseas, okay?"
"yay! thank you!"
all of you started eating with soonyoung helping s/n out when he accidentally spilt food.
"thank you again for watching him," you said to soonyoung. "he usually can stay at daycare, but they changed the hours recently."
"it's all good. you know that i love to hang out with him," he replied.
"hoshi," your son suddenly whispered out loud to soonyoung, making you raise an eyebrow.
"what's up?" soonyoung asked.
"are you going to ask mommy out on a date yet?" s/n asked.
soonyoung nervously looked at you and then back at your son. "shh, bud! it was supposed to be a surprise!" he said to your son.
"but i'm whispering, she can't hear us!" your son said, and you started to silently laugh.
"she definitely heard you, bud."
"no she didn't! i'm whispering!"
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mrsevans90 · 1 month
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Puppy Love
Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 14
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Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?
Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 
Warnings: Violence, attempted kidnapping, stalking, injured arm, mention of weapon, nightmares, angst, period care, fear, anxious Sy, police officers, language
MINORS DNI! Must be 18+
I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 
This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.
A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 
Part 13
My heart immediately sinks to the pit of my stomach and in an instant, I’m running. It feels like minutes as I run watching Colin’s slimy hands wrapped around Emma’s chest from behind as she fights to defend herself. He is gripping her wrist tightly as he pins it to her chest and she’s twisting and yelling, but I can no longer hear her screams over my own raging thoughts. He looks up as my thundering steps approach just as Emma bites his hand. 
“Ouch! You bitch!” He screams at Emma and I use his moment of distraction to rip Emma from his arms. I push her behind me away from Colin and without another thought, I rare back and punch him square in the nose. The force behind that punch was enough to split my knuckles but I don’t hesitate to follow his body to the ground and hit him again. Hard. As hard as I can. I’m completely lost in my rage as the only sound I hear being the blood rushing past my ears as my adrenaline pumps throughout my body. A large hand lands on my shoulder and I’m about to turn and fight whoever has dared to touch me in this state when I recognize Mr. Ellis. Mr. Ellis is a friend of my PawPaw’s and similar in age to him which gives me momentary pause. When did he get here?
“Son, he’s out cold. You’ve gotta stop now.” Mr. Ellis gestures to Colin’s body which is crumpled on the hot asphalt of the parking lot. 
“I… he was…” I attempt to organize my thoughts but I can’t.
“I know, Sy. I saw. I saw him trying to snatch that girl and I was getting my gun out of the glovebox when you came running up. Didn’t think I could take him alone. I’ve already called 911 and they’re on their way.” Mr. Ellis talks to me like I’m a caged predator and I realize, that’s exactly how I feel. God, it felt so good to split my hand open on his face. To feel just an ounce of the pain I’d like to inflict upon him. I maybe only got two good hits in before Mr. Ellis stopped me, but I made them count judging from the blood seeping on the ground from Colin’s obvious broken nose. I hear a sniffle and whip around to see Emma sitting on her bottom leaned up against a dark colored car with tears streaking noiselessly down her face.
Oh God, Emma.
Despite protest from my bum leg, I clamber up and over to her. She’s holding her right wrist with her hand and looks absolutely petrified.
“Sugar, I’m here. I’m so sorry.” I apologize. I want to apologize for her seeing me like this, for leaving her alone, for not getting there soon enough, the list is endless.
“Austin…” She whimpers and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my lap on the asphalt. Sirens are getting louder as police and EMT’s swarm the grocery store parking lot. 
“I was…sso…scared.” She hiccups between sobs and I feel my heart absolutely shatter.
“I know, Sugar. You were so brave. You were incredible. I’m so sorry.”  
EMT’s quickly rush to Colin’s side where he remains unconscious as they transfer him to a stretcher. Much to my dismay, according to the vitals they were shouting, he’s still alive. 
I know several of the police officers and they agree to call Walt for me. Following protocol, they still have to separate Emma and I to hear the versions of our story to piece together what happened. I refused any care for my hand, as the throbbing in my knuckles felt like the perfect reminder that I gave Colin what he was asking for. As a second EMT is taking a look at Emma’s wrist, a police officer that I knew from the ball field in high school named Keith allows me to say goodbye to Emma before driving me to the station for questioning. 
“Is it broken?” I ask the EMT.
“There’s a possibility of a hairline fracture. We won’t know until she gets an x-ray but Ms. Miller doesn’t want to go to the hospital.” She tells me.
“Emma, baby. Go to the hospital and get it checked out.” 
“I’ll give myself an x-ray at the clinic and if it’s broken I’ll call an ortho doc, but first I’m going to answer the police officer’s questions at the station.”
“Sugar, I” 
“Austin, I don’t want to go to the hospital where he will be. I want to go where you are going.” There it is. She doesn’t want to be in the same building with him and I don’t blame her. 
“Okay, I understand. Are you in pain?” 
“I’ll be fine.” She says as she stands up and a female officer joins us. 
“We have to ride separately because of their protocol, but Walt has been called and I’ll send him directly to you so you won’t be alone, alright Darlin’?”
She nods and I kiss her gently. 
“I love you, and I’ll be with you as soon as they let me.”
“I love you too.” She says with a forced smile. God, I don't want to leave her.
I follow Keith to his cruiser and he allows me to sit in the passenger seat.
I call PawPaw on the way and explain what happened before I ask him to go get my truck from the parking lot since he has my spare keys, that’s full of groceries and take them home for me before dropping my truck at the police station. Nothing surprises that man as he just agrees, tells me that he’ll take the dogs back with him so not to rush and to call him when I can.
I also call Walt and he promises that he’s almost at the station and he’ll go straight to Emma when he arrives. He’s a homicide detective so this isn’t even remotely a part of his job description, but he’s well respected in the community and someone I trust entirely so I want him by Emma’s side until I can be.
We arrive at the police department where I’m placed in a monitored room for about twenty minutes before an older man comes into question me. I explain to him exactly who Colin was, Emma’s history and fear of him, and my actions when I walked out of the store. The investigator surmises that my story matches the witness testimony that was given by Mr. Ellis as well as a young mother who was walking into the store when Colin grabbed Emma. 
“I can confirm that the suspect is conscious now at the hospital, but you should know there is a strong possibility he attempts to press charges against you for assault.” 
I scoff. “I dare him to try.” I say truthfully and the detective just leans back in his chair.
“You’re a big guy compared to him. What was going through your head?”
“I probably would have killed him if Mr. Ellis didn’t stop me. He was trying to take the love of my life. Someone he abused physically, verbally and mentally for years before I met her. I was not going to allow that to happen.”
“Off the books of course, I’d probably do the exact same if someone came after my wife or daughter, so I don’t blame you.” He said with a smirk.
“Can I see her?” 
“She’s still being questioned but I can show you where to wait.”
“Walt with her?” I ask.
“He hasn’t left her side, which is unusual but Walt’s taking good care of her.
After waiting for what felt like forever, Emma finally emerges from the room she was in with Walt right behind her. Her arm is wrapped in a temporary brace as she cradles it to her abdomen.
“Austin.” She says with a visible relief as I wrap my arms around her and she cuddles into my chest.
“Thank you, Walt.” I shake his hand while not removing my arms from Emma’s body.
“Not a problem. She did well. We’re pressing charges against the suspect for attempted kidnapping and stalking, in addition to the violation of the restraining order. He won’t get out of it like last time. We’re talking mandatory jailtime if he’s convicted.” I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Thank God.” I respond aloud.
“We have some paperwork to fill out and then y’all can go.” Walter directs us over to his desk and sends someone to get us coffee.
“The final thing we need to do is a written statement from you, Sy. I got Emma’s in the investigation room. She couldn’t write so I transcribed for her.”
I bite my lip to keep from cursing at the fact that my girl is injured. The poor thing looks exhausted as she cradles the Styrofoam cup of strong black coffee in her uninjured hand. I know it’s bitter after she takes a small sip and places it down with a slight look of disgust. 
“I’ll make this as quick as I can, Sugar.” I say and she nods before looking at the picture of Faye that Walt has on his desk. They engage in small talk as I recount the events of the afternoon starting at the grocery store on paper. My handwriting is just barely legible, but it was good enough for the army to never say anything so they shouldn’t have problem with it either. When I’m finished, I glance at Em who is resting her head against her uninjured arm across Walt’s desk and lightly dozing. I hand the legal pad back over to Walt who reads over it and then has me sign it at the bottom. He adds his signature as a witness to my statement. 
“There was a vehicle in the parking lot near where the assault took place that had an Alabama license plate on it.”
“Was it registered to him?”
“Nope, rental car. I’ve got someone trying to confirm that he was the renter.”
“Was it darkly colored?”
“Black.”
“Damnit..” I mutter. “She said she saw a dark car parked out by her neighbor’s house all night. It turned around in her driveway but she thought it was the neighbor’s kid. I didn’t check the surveillance video when she mentioned it.” I’m such a fucking idiot, I think to myself.
“Was she home?”
“Nah, she was at mine. I should’ve looked into it.” 
“Well, at least she wasn’t there and you’ve got surveillance camera’s up. Send me the video later when you go back and obsess over this.” He knows me well.
“I will.”
“She gonna be okay?” Walt asks and I shrug my shoulders.
“I honestly don’t know. I just can’t believe this even happened. I should have protected her.”
“You did, Sy. That guys face proves it.”
“I shouldn’t have left her alone.”
“Don’t beat yourself up. She’s not a child that needs a babysitter, you didn’t know. Just try to let her process her feelings about it and be there. That’s all you can do in situations like these.” 
“Thanks man. I really owe ya for being there for us. For her. I know this isn’t your responsibility and you certainly don’t have the time to spare.” 
“We’re family, practically brothers. She’s a great girl and I expect to see her officially becoming family one day.” He says with a wink and I smirk.
“I’m just trying not to scare her off or I’d already have a ring.” We shake hands and I gently wake Emma up.
“Sugar, we’re done. Let’s get out of here.” I tell her and she sleepily blinks up at me before nodding. Walt and I are both surprised when she walks around Walter’s desk and wraps her arms around him. 
“Thank you for everything. Next time you have Faye, I would love to meet her.” She says genuinely and Walt smiles, something rare for him.
“You can count on it. As soon as she knows you’re a veterinarian she’ll be asking you a million questions so prepare yourself now.”
“Bring her to the clinic sometime. She can be my assistant for the day.” Emma smiles and I’m surprised at how comfortable she seems around Walt. I’m grateful for it though. I’m closer with him than I am with my own brother and I appreciate her having someone else here she can rely on. Walt’s not an easy man to get to know, so it makes me happy that she broke down that barrier and got him to open up. Breaking down walls seems to come naturally to her. God knows, she worked her magic on me somehow.
We say our goodbyes and make our way to the parking lot where I find my truck parked in the lot, just like PawPaw said he would.
“How?” Emma asked as I opened the passenger door and lifted her in.
“PawPaw. Called him on the way to the station.” I answer before getting in and cranking the engine. It’s late afternoon now and this day seems to have gone on forever. 
“Can we get something to eat on the way home?” Emma asks and I arch my eyebrow at her.
“Sure, but I’m taking you to get that arm checked out.” 
“No. I want fast food, and I want to go home.” She demands.
“Baby, I’m worried that it’s broken. You’re clearly in pain. You’ve been cradling your arm against you since it happened.”
“I just need some Tylenol and a greasy burger. I’ll go tomorrow. After everything today, I just want to go home. Please?” She looks at me with pure exhaustion and almost seems like she might cry. I nod and put the truck in gear. I can't ever seem to tell her no.
“Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts and I’ll take you to the doctor.” I command and she promises.
After securing a bag full of greasy Mcdonald’s, I start making the way towards her house assuming she’d want to be in the comfort of her home. I plan on staying wherever she is, so I’m glad my grandparents took the dogs for the night.
“Where are we going? You missed the turn.” She points out.
“You said you wanted to go home so I figured you meant yours.”
“No. I want to go to yours.”
“Okay, Sugar.” I tell her as I make a u-turn to head back in the direction of my house with a small smile on my lips.
“What?” Emma asks.
“I just like hearing you say you want to go home and meaning my house. I figured you’d want to be in your own bed or something.”
She shakes her head. “Your house feels more like home to me.”
“It is baby. It’s our home.” I tell her as I tuck some hair behind her ear and her smile melts my heart.
After we get home and I explain that the dogs are with my grandparents, Emma takes some medicine before we tuck in to our greasy dinner. Is it really that tasty, or are we just starving from the events of the day? The Wizard of Oz plays noisily on the tv in the background but neither of us seem to be watching it, rather just using it as background noise while we eat.
Emma is quiet, likely processing everything that has happened so I just remain a silent presence as I let her sit in her contemplation, remaining close if she decides she’d like to talk.
I place a bag of frozen peas on her arm when she’s done eating and it startles her almost as if she didn’t notice me moving around beside her. She thanks me quietly as I elevate her arm on some pillows before I run my hands through her hair. We remain sitting in the living room until the movie credits are rolling on the tv screen. Emma is curled against me but seems uncomfortable. I ask her if her arm hurts and she just replies, “cramps”. Damn, in all of the madness today I forgot. This morning seems like it was a lifetime ago. 
“Let’s go take a warm shower and get in bed, Darlin’”. 
Emma nods and I help her up before tossing the peas back in the freezer. I shut off the lights and double check that the doors are locked before we head into the master bathroom and I turn the water on to get it warming. 
“I’ll give you a minute. Need anything?” I ask and she just shakes her head.
I head back into the bedroom making sure I have all of the comfort items I purchased this morning ready for her. I pulled out one of my t-shirts and grabbed some panties from her bag before setting them on her side of the bed. I made sure she had some water and pain relief meds on the nightstand as well. I stripped myself down before knocking on the bathroom door to let her know I was coming back in. Emma was already standing in the hot stream of water so I joined her and wrapped my arms around her. Her bandage was taken off and sat on the bathroom vanity and this was the first look I had gotten of it since she got hurt. I gently placed her arm in my flat palm and looked at the blue, purple, and slightly yellow bruise that had formed along the top of her forearm. 
“I’m okay.” She said as I stared at her arm and tried to reign in my anger towards that bastard of a human. 
“You should see the other guy…oh wait.” She jokes and I can’t help but smirk. Before I can apologize again for not getting to her quick enough, she speaks again.
“Could you help me wash my hair?” 
“Of course, Sugar. Let me.” I take her shampoo that she brought and left over here a few weeks ago and washed her hair before rinsing and conditioning it. While letting that sit, I washed her body as gently as I could. I noticed her knees were scraped but didn’t say anything about it, just gently cleaning them off. After rinsing her hair and her body, I quickly bathed myself before getting us out and wrapping her up in a towel. I attempted to wrap her hair up in a towel as well, but that ended up being more complicated than I realized. She smiled and asked for a moment of privacy so I waited for her in the bedroom as I threw on some boxers. Emma came out a moment later still wrapped in her towel and I quickly helped her put on some panties and my DILIGAF t-shirt that she loves so much. I re-wrapped her hand with the bandage that the EMT’s placed on it earlier today and made her promise that we would get it looked at tomorrow. She showed me how to brush her hair, claiming she could do it with her non-dominant hand, but I was adamant that she let me help her. I gently combed through the tangles over her long hair before settling her in bed with the hot water bottle on her abdomen before crawling in behind her to spoon her.
“Mmm. Thank you for the hot water bottle. And, everything else.”
“I’m just sorry you got hurt. I’ve replayed it in my head a hundred times at least and I shouldn’t have left you alone.”
“Baby. Don’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m so grateful you were there.”
“What happened…when I went back inside the store? I’ve been trying not to ask but I just need to know.”
“Well, you went back inside and I started unloading the groceries into the truck. Once I got them all in, I went to put the grocery cart in the little return area. I didn’t see him, I just felt someone come up behind me and I tried to turn around but he wrapped his arms around me and told me to stay still. That’s when I knew. The second I heard his voice and felt his breath on my neck, I knew it was Colin. I told him to stop, not do this. All he said was, “I’m going to make you regret turning your back on me.” I noticed he was sort of backing me up away from your truck and that’s when I started really fighting him and screaming. You showed up a few moments later.” She explained.
My hands gripped tightly into fists as I thought about what happened next. His hands on her, Emma’s screams, my urge to get to her.
Emma placed her hand on top of mine before turning over to face me. I helped her move her hair away from her face before she kissed me. Lovingly, tenderly, appreciatively.
“I love you, Austin Syverson. You mean the world to me.”
“I love you more, Sugar.”
“Thank you for putting up with my baggage.”
“Thank you for putting up with mine.” I say as I stroke her cheek before kissing her forehead. Emma yawns and places her hot water bottle on the nightstand before snuggling into me and falling asleep. Her eyelids flutter in the moonlight that trickles in to the bedroom and I lay there admiring her strength while also running through every ‘what if’ scenario in my head.  What if I hadn’t arrived in time and he had managed to take her? What if he had hurt her worse? What were his intentions by taking her? My brain gets carried away and I’m tempted to get up and get a beer, but I can’t stand the thought of leaving Emma alone after almost losing her. I lay there in the dark with the most incredible woman that I’ve ever met curled against my chest and thank God for letting her be okay before I finally drift off to sleep.
I’m awoken with a start at some point in the middle of the night, blinking the sleep from my eyes as I try and figure out what woke me. I hear Emma whimper and see that she’s having a nightmare. Usually it’s me with the nightmares, but this time she’s the one crying and curled in on herself in the fetal position.
“Sugar?” I gently try and rouse her.
“no, please no.” She mumbles and I flip the lamp on and scoop her up against me.
“Sugar, it’s Austin. You’re safe.” I tell her and her eyelids peel open, groggily.
She takes a deep breath as tears stream down her face. My heart somehow breaks even more.
I don’t know what to do or say so I just keep repeating that she’s safe and hold her until her crying calms down and she is asleep in my arms.
I lay in the dark cradling her as I try to keep my thoughts on my perfect girl, rather than that scum that I wish I had wiped off of parking lot to finish him off. I reach for my phone with my intentions clear. I know what I want. I have some research to do and now is the best time to start.
Part 15
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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 months
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Enough is Enough
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Goddess!Reader
Word Count: ~2.4k
Warnings: character deaths, reader being forced to kill, revenge kills, fluff at the end
Request by anon: Heyy! Can you write a one shot  of team free will x powerful demigod reader? Where the reader is the daughter of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades  and blessed by the Gods and the Team need her help for some case and they summon her for help and in the end Dean or Sam fall in love her?
Summary: Sam and Dean take on a case where people are killing themselves after what appears to be a ghost touching them when in reality, something much deadlier is attacking them.
Square Filled: summoning a spirit for @spnclassicbingo
Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3
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“Okay, Sammy, tell me one more time what we’re dealing with,” Dean says as he drives into Victorville, California.
“Two people have died under mysterious circumstances. They were normal people with normal jobs until one day they suddenly went crazy and killed themselves. None of them had prior indications that they were mentally ill or had depression.”
“Yeah, that could be our thing.”
“I already called the sheriff. He’s expecting us.” Dean heads into town and stops at the local sheriff’s station. Both brothers get out and enter the station where the sheriff greets them. “Sheriff. I’m Agent Lennon and this is my partner Agent McCartney.”
“Thank you for coming out here.”
“Of course. What else can you tell us about this case?”
“I can do you one better. I can show you. Follow me.” The sheriff brings Sam and Dean to his desk where footage from a CCTV camera is already pulled up. “Go ahead. Press play.”
Sam sits down and presses play to start the video. There is a highway with passing cars and a diner on the other side of the road where someone is waiting for something. Thirty seconds pass before Sam sees something glitch in and out of the frame. If someone were scrolling through the footage, they would miss it but Sam knows what he’s looking for. As soon as the mysterious object passes through the frame, the man starts screaming in terror. He pulls at his hair and runs into traffic where he gets hit by a car.
“Poor son of a bitch,” the sheriff sighs.
Sam rewinds the footage and stops on the figure that glitches into the frame. There isn’t a good angel for it but Sam knows it’s the shape of a woman.
“Was there footage of the first murder?” Dean asks.
“No. It happened inside the victim’s home.”
“If you get any more footage, please let us know immediately.”
“Sure thing.”
Sam and Dean finish up at the police department and leave together.
“Did you see the ghost?”
“I’m surprised the sheriff didn’t.”
“We should check the diner for any signs of EMF.” Sam and Dean drive over to the spot where the second victim killed himself. CSI and the police already investigated here, so the place is pretty empty. No one wants to go to a diner where someone saw a ghost and freaked the fuck out. “Why don’t you see what you can find out? I’ll talk to the staff inside.”
Dean leaves his brother’s side and heads inside while Sam takes out his EMF reader. He walks down the entire length of the parking lot but not a single abnormality shows up on the reader. It doesn’t take long for Dean to finish talking to the staff inside and he joins his brother’s side when he’s done.
“Anything?”
“They didn't see a thing. It was too dark to see if there was another person. All they knew is that he came in by himself, ate, and left. Minutes later, he went crazy and killed himself. What about you?”
“Nothing. There is no evidence that there was any ghost here. It’s weird, we definitely saw a ghost on film.”
“What else could it be?”
While Sam and Dean ponder on that questions, two teenage kids hang out at a grocery store on the other side of town. They’re known as the troublemakers of the town. They love getting into fights, trashing people’s houses, skipping school, and causing headaches for most of the adults in town. Dylan and Jaden are best friends who feed off each other’s energy so there is no stopping them whenever they come together.
Dylan is resting on the hood of his car while Jaden is smoking next to him. They’re in the mood for a little fucking around with the locals in town. The best kind of people to fuck with are the tourists and people who pass by their town because they don’t know the boys’ reputation. Someone new moved to town not that long ago making him the perfect target for the boys’ torment.
The man is walking out of the store since his shift has finished and walks toward his car. Dylan nudges Jaden with his foot and gestures to the employee. Jaden takes a deep inhale from his cigarette and flicks it onto the ground.
“Melinoe, come out come out wherever you are,” Jaden smirks.
You emerge from the shadows with a look of hatred on your face. Dylan and Jaden smirk and point to the man walking to his car.
“I should kill you two instead,” you glare.
“Do that and you won’t ever see your heart again. Now go kill the bitch before we kill you,” Dylan threatens.
If someone is in possession of your heart, they have the ability to use you in any way they wish. If someone were to pierce your heart, then you’ll die a slow and painful death. These two idiot kids got ahold of your heart and now have power over you that no human should ever have.
You walk over to the man who has no clue what’s about to happen to him. You’re all for killing people and bringing their souls to the Underworld for punishment but only those who deserve it. The people you’ve killed never deserved it despite the two kids thinking they did. You walk past the man and touch his shoulder to let your powers flow through him. The man screams in terror and pulls at his hair as he is driven mad. He carries self-defense weapons to protect himself which he uses to kill himself.
You turn back to the shadows when you’ve done your part.
The next morning, Sam and Dean show up at the grocery store parking lot where the man killed himself. Dean talks to some of the staff while Sam takes out his EMF reader to check for paranormal signs. Much like the last scene, nothing shows up.
“Dean, this isn’t making any sense.”
“The store manager says we can look at his security footage. He got a good view of the parking lot. Come on.”
Sam and Dean walk inside the store and meet the sheriff at the manager’s office where the cameras are. The manager plays back the footage to the right after the man left for his shift. There are two kids by a car in the background that are illuminated by the light pole, and they’re watching the man walk to his car. A ghostly figure walks into the frame and they gesture for it to attack the man.
They watch as the figure walks past the man who then freaks out. He takes one of his self-defense weapons and kills himself with it.
“Who are those two kids?” Dean asks. The manager rewinds the footage and zooms in on both of them, getting a clear view of them. “Sheriff, could you identify them?”
“Yeah. I’ll have my men look into it.”
The sheriff immediately sends the footage over to his IT department who comes back with both of their identities and their addresses. Sam and Dean will take over from here, so they head over to Dylan’s house in hopes that he’s home. Dean and Sam walk up to the front door and knock three times. Five minutes later, Dylan answers the door with Jaden behind him.
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“Are you Dylan and Jaden?”
“What’s it to you, old man?” Sam and Dean push themselves inside their house and look around. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Where is she?” Dean asks and shoves his FBI badge into his face. “Where are you hiding her?”
“What are you talking about?”
“The woman you use to kill people. Where is she?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave before I call the police on you. Do you even have a warrant to be in here?”
Dean is about to tear him a new one when you appear from the shadows in the corner of the room. Sam and Dean take out their guns with iron bullets and aim them at you. Dylan and Jaden step back when they see the weapons to stay out of the line of fire.
“Who the hell is she?”
“Those bullets won’t do anything to me.”
“Who are you?”
“I am the thing they keep hostage to kill others with,” you glare at them.
“Kill them,” Dylan orders.
This is it. This is your way out. At this moment, you don’t care about your heart or where they might have hidden it. The fact is, they don’t have it on them right now.
“No, I don’t think I will. I’m done being your bitch. It’s time you get a taste of your own medicine.”
You disappear from sight and allow them a few seconds of pure terror of not knowing where you are. You appear behind them and place your hands on both of their heads. You let your magic flow through their brains ten times harder than you did with the other victims. Almost immediately, they begin screaming their heads off in fear.
They didn’t know it, but they were declared dead the second they possessed your heart.
They claw at their hair, run their nails down their faces so hard it draws blood, and smash their heads against the walls multiple times. Dylan did it so much that his skull split open and his brain and blood spattered everywhere. Both men slid to the floors when they died, and you turn to the brothers who have shocked looks on their faces.
“My name is Melinoe but I go by Y/N these days. I am the Goddess of Ghosts, Nightmares, and Funerary Rites. I am the daughter of Persephone and Zeus and Hades combined. I’d like your help finding out where my heart is so I can be free.”
Sam and Dean call in the double suicide before leaving the scene as fast as possible. You join them in their motel room to talk about what you’re here for and what it means to have someone possess your heart.
“We’ve met some Greek Gods in our time but never someone like you. We’ve met your father.”
“Which one?”
“Zeus.”
“Despite what people say, Zeus is worse than Hades. Zeus got jealous of Hades and banished him to the Underworld.” Sam and Dean look at each other in silence. “Look, I know you think I’m a killer but I’m not a bad person. I only kill those who deserve it so I can guide their souls into the Underworld to exact their punishment. Those two idiots made me kill innocent people.”
“How did they do that?”
“They have my heart. I shouldn’t have killed them. They hid it so I wouldn’t grab it and leave them.”
“We’ll find it,” Sam smiles.
“Thank you. I’m not all bad, you know. I can reunite people with their dead loved ones for a few minutes. Cemeteries are my favorite places to hang out in.”
You, Sam, and Dean do some research on where Dylan and Jaden could have hidden your heart. They would have chosen a place where no one would find it. A place that could be abandoned or a cave. There aren’t a lot of spots like that around town so it’s easy to compile a list.
“What will happen if your heart is destroyed?”
“I’ll die. I had ownership of my heart for thousands of years until one day I met a man. A man who heard the rumors about me and what I can do. This was during the time when Greek Gods and Goddesses were roaming Earth. He’s the sole reason why I believe in love, but he’s also the reason why I believe in heartbreak. He stole my heart and it’s been passed around ever since.”
“Greek Gods were around in 900 BC. That’s a long time to go without your heart.”
“You’re telling me,” you scoff.
“I promise to get your heart back for you.”
“Thank you,” you smile sweetly.
“Okay, I have a list of three places where your heart can be,” Dean says. “The abandoned factory outside of town, the old Well House on someone’s farm, and a cave in Long Beach. Though, I don’t think they’d drive two hours for something so precious as a Goddess’ heart.”
“Let’s check the factory first. These guys craved power. I don’t think they would allow my heart to reside on someone else’s property.”
“Factory it is.”
You three head thirty minutes to the factory outside of town. Before you step foot out of the car, you can feel the power your heart holds. It’s here and it’s calling to you. You don’t have to search the entire property because you know exactly where it is. Your heart is inside a dirty box and you scoff at the treatment it got.
“Wow, never seen that before,” Dean mutters.
You grab your heart and it glows bright green at being connected to the person it belongs to. You move the top of your dress to the side and allow your heart to be absorbed back into your body. Your entire body glows bright green before dimming down, and you turn to the brothers with a smile.
“I can’t thank you two enough for what you’ve done for me. Please allow me to repay you back. Is there a dead loved one you’d like to see again?”
“No, we’re good. I just want to get out of this God-forsaken town,” Dean chuckles.
Sam looks at his brother in thought and gets an idea.
“Actually, there might be.”
It doesn't matter where a person is buried or where they ended up after death. You have the power to draw their souls back to you for a short amount of time to give a person a chance to talk to them. Dean is shocked when you pull his mother and father from Heaven to allow him some time to talk to them. Sam never knew them, not in the way that Dean did, so he gives this moment to his brother.
“You must love your brother to let him have this,” you say to Sam.
You and he are off to the side to give Dean some time alone with his parents.
“He knew them better than I ever did,” he shrugs.
“Listen, I don’t have to be in the Underworld right now. Would you like some company for a while?”
A blush spreads across Sam’s cheeks at the thought of spending more time with you.
“I’d like that.”
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umeoniii · 10 months
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aot women beige flags!
٩( 'ω' )و
mikasa, hange, annie, sasha, ymir, pieck
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mikasa:
☆ gets super sick easily
and these sicknesses literally beat her ass
she just has a super weak immune system
can go out one time then when she comes back home she’s literally stuck in bed like it’s her dying days.
a common cold for her is like the plague
it seems as if she’s an old victorian child lying in her bed asking her mother for bread and water.
☆ somehow physic
not so much now, it’s not like she has powers
but she has a ‘6th sense’ and she can tell when something bad is going to happen
first time she did it you thought she was joking around
but then she was right because the building next to you caught fire (cooking error…)
you were totally scared of her after that bcs what if she was behind it
then you forgave her (she did nothing wrong?) and tried to convince her to give you a fortune
then she proceeded to tell you that’s not what the sixth sense is for
hange:
☆ really likes playing games
hanges a sore loser though.
this is super funny
super competitive with stuff like board games and video games. and she takes it seriously.
when she loses she takes it to heart.
she’ll throw a temper tantrum and get upset and everything.
she’ll do anything to win as well. cheats and switches the game all she wants, especially when she’s actually winning. but when you try to do it it’s all “no no that’s not how you play!”
you DO NOT want to play uno with hange. enough said
☆ makes impressions of people in public.
let’s say you’re in the car parked and you see a couple sitting on the bench talking.
she’ll give them names and make a voice and act what she thinks is their conversation.
it’s far funnier than it sounds.
if she sees a couple and their friend,
“eh barbra? i didn’t know you were gonna invite your annoying friend, you know how much i hate her!” she’d snicker while staring at the three people
and there’s actually times where you hate it bcs of how unserious she acts.
sometimes she would invite you along to voice someone else
and she would just sit and laugh like it’s the funniest thing ever!
annie:
☆ bargain queen
has coupons for everything in the whole wide world
she has all the apps for everyplace she goes so she’ll get some kind of deal.
her total at the grocery store would go from $135 to $80 bcs she’s a diehard user of coupons
she makes u use them as well and stuffs some in your wallet
she’s a karen for these things as well
if the price tag says it’s ‘$3.12’ then it’s ‘$3.12’ whether the seller says “well that’s last weeks price”
she’ll say “well maybe you should’ve changed it, how would the manager feel if i told them you’re not doing youre job?”
and she’d get it for $3.12
☆ greets an animal before she greets a person
if she seems someone she knows walking their dog she won’t even look at them let alone speak to them
she’ll crouch and pet the dog and start baby talking to them before she gets up and says something to the walker
she actually likes animals a lot
more than ppl
she’d have some kind of shirt displaying that as well
“im more of a dog person than a people person”
sasha:
☆ cant stay on track in a conversation
she could be talking to you about something she heard about someone. then she’ll be like, “speaking of her i remember when me and her went out for these awesome burgers.”
THEN she’ll say “wait because i was actually contemplating going vegan…. what do you think?”
the whole convo switches topics every 2 minutes or so.
you get so confused as to how the conversation went from work drama to when she thinks the world is going to end.
☆ takes the first bite of your food
it’s an unspoken rule.
she doesn’t even say “to test it for poison” she just does it because she wants
trying something new? she gets the first bite. you haven’t ate all day? she still gets the first bite. it’s your favorite food in the whole wide world? two words: first. bite.
and it’s not even a small bite, it’s the BIGGEST chomp she could take.
you’ve gotten so used to it that you don’t care. you just shove it in her face.
because if you were being honest if she just suddenly stopped you’d be concerned and sad.
ymir:
☆ cannot take some things seriously
she could be out w you at a restaurant and see this waiter’s name on their tag
“gaylord”
it’s not even pronounced “gay lord” but “gaylerd”
she’ll turn around and start hysterically laughing she doesn’t even care that the waiters right there
you can tell her a story from work or something that’s completely serious and she’ll still laugh no matter what
☆ lies out of her ass for no reason
you could tell her you tried some cool new exotic food and she’ll be like
“oh i had that when i was 5 and i almost died because i’m allergic to the spices in it”
and it’s kind of obvious it’s a lie but you don’t even say anything bcs she rides hard to defend herself and say it’s the truth
she’ll even go as far as editing photos and calling other people so it would be more believable
she sometimes doesn’t even lie to be funny but just out of habit
these aren’t bad kind of lies and she tells the truth when needed but she still b lyin..
pieck:
☆ cannot save money for her life
she can put aside some money for important stuff and it would be gone in a flash
worst part is the money is wasted on totally useless stuff
like finger puppets
what are you gonna do with finger puppets when you’re stranded for miles?
tries harder to not let it happen
then it happens again and she tries to justify it by saying that maybe a corn butterer was a great investment
(it wasn’t)
☆ can sleep anywhere at anytime
we all know this don’t we…
but it’s horrible
restaurants, floor, toilet
she could probably go to sleep in the club if she’s tired enough
she doesn’t look dead when she sleeps (unlike connie)
she looks very calm whether she’s in a deep sleep or taking a power nap
and she probably gets a decent amount of sleep at night, she just naps bcs… she wants to?
a/n: at least 3 of these stories are actually real things i’ve faced with friends and family LOL so this is so funny to me. some of these aren’t even beige flags and are lowkey hcs, let’s just pretend alr!
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dreamtofus · 1 year
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Hey guys, I'm taking requests in the order received; I'll write them all. Keep piling them on (you can either comment or use the built-in Tumblr ask!). Let me know if you prefer the first or second person. (Also the format is weird asf bc I had to transfer it from a different writing app)
Oh my fucking god this took me forever to write I had so much homework. It’s slightly rushed and OOC but for my first fic I don’t think it’s half bad… Give me any requests, suggestions, or criticism :)
Prompt/Summary: Daryl is dominant and tries seducing you into having sex. You're in a building, trying to scavenge for supplies with the others. He tries to find the time to take you in. Daryl can't let the zombies or the others hear.
Warnings: female receiving oral, nsfw, pet name (bunny), slight praise, NOTTT PROOF READ.
Word Count: 1,189 (almost 2k)
You clutch the crisp leather as the wind blows through your tawny matted hair. Raised stitches rub you, face pressed against his back. You'd never have much physical interaction with Daryl, but at the speed, he was going, it was just instinct. Daryl’s motorcycle comes to a slow halt, softly jerking you.
“we’re ‘ere." Mumbled the sweaty man, shutting off his motorcycle, waiting for you to dismount.
You delicately swing your leg over, with slight trouble from a slightly sore leg. He hops off right after you. In front of it lies a small plaza with a few shops on one side of the road and a few shops on the other. A small buggy car pulls up next to you, with Glenn and Maggie climbing out. After a swift mutual conversation, you guys decide you and Daryl will take the left side while Glenn and Maggie take the right, meeting up in three hours.
The occasional walker scatters the parking lot, and there are a few inside walkers in the stores—nothing Daryl’s crossbow and you can’t handle. There are a few crashed cars in the lot. Keeping quiet, Daryl and I exchange a few glances of silence. You nod as you peer inside a red car, scanning for anything.
Opening the car door, you pull a small photo wedged in between the car sheets. The photo is blood-splattered and features two pretty young girls holding each other in a posed hug. You pocket it, even if it's for no one you know or care about; it’s nice to have a little reminder of everything. Daryl grunts in disapproval, and you notice he’s been watching you. Scowling at him, you continue walking with him and approach what looks to be a small grocery store. It looks devoid of anything valuable.
Trying to find anything, you burst through the doors, not thinking much about it. You choose your aisle as you approach the deli section. Slamming on the floor and tripping over your feet as a walker approaches you. This gains the attention of about five other starving walkers. Pushing the walker off, you sprint away and call for Daryl. He's immediately by your side to rush to safety. Making your way into what was once the backrooms of the store, you slam the door behind you.
Daryl leans against the wall and observes the surrounding room. It was cramped with a fire escape at the back. You look back down at your ankle which was turning a slight blue hue. Wincing in pain you sit next to Daryl.
“Let's get outta ‘ere...” Daryl grumbles.
Before he could take a stand you grabbed his wrist and silently whimpered a no. Daryl glances at you with concern as he fixes himself in front of your foot, in between your legs. With a slight gasp, you let him struggle to roll up your baggy jeans.
He glances up and grumbles frustratingly. He looks up once more and places his hands on the button of your jeans, waiting for approval. Once you willingly nod at him, he drags them down, revealing your slightly bruised ankle.
“Nun yer won't recover from. We'll take ‘rest.” He nods at you, placing his hands accidentally on your thighs.
You gasp at his calloused hands, your thighs grow with heat. Daryl pushes himself up and signals you to stay while he scouts the fire escape further in the back.
Unable to contain yourself at the thought of being bottomless in front of Daryl, you reach through your soaked cotton panties. Stifling your moans with your wrist, you place your hand between your legs and get to work. As you're about to climax Daryl walks in, you swiftly remove your fingers and meet his gaze. He gives you a skeptical look and notices your flushed face, unable to pinpoint the cause.
“So did you find a way out?” You mustered the best neutral voice you can.
He only glanced at you for a response before identifying the elephant in the room, “What’s got yer face all fucked?”
You murmur a quiet “nothing” before hastily standing up and attempting to tug your jeans back on.
His hand stops yours and he meets your eyes, “yer bit?”
“N-no.” You can't help but stutter at the closing gap between you, and the soaking shame between your legs.
Daryl pins you down with one hand and starts scanning you. You stop resisting and let yourself go limp, letting your pants rest slightly above your knees. Starting at your collar bones he makes his way to your stomach, feeling it for the cause of your strange behavior. He finally gets on his knees to check your thighs. He gazes at you with a smug look.
“Well, how bout that..” He chuckles to himself, a trail of slick connect y’all together.
He places two fingers against your clothed core, mockingly checking for an injury. You let your knees buckle, thighs closing against his wrist.
“d-daryl..?” you whisper.
He shushes you in response.
His fingers slip through the sides of your underwear and rub at your entrance. He lets one finger inside and slowly pumps before pulling out. You're left in a mess of whimpers and moans, attempting to roll your hips back on his fingers. He clicks his tongue in disapproval.
“Nuh-uh girl. Tell me what you want.” Daryl breathes from between your legs, the sight could kill a girl.
“I want you.” You moan as your fingers tangle into his jet-black hair.
You allow him to slip your pants completely off your legs along with your panties. He returns to his original position, centering himself between your thighs. He begins to lick around you, and suck on all of the right places. Biting your lip in the struggle to keep a loud sultry moan, you fail. The sexual noise brings a few walkers pounding on the sealed door next to you, creaking with pressure.
Daryl releases himself momentarily and snaps at you, “better-shut yer mouth before yer get us killed.”.
His knuckles clench back into your plush thighs as he gets back to work, circling your pearl gently with his tongue. You can feel a heavy knot start to build inside as he inserts a finger in you. It curls inside your gummy walls.
“Hh-hhnn...” you let out a moan muffled by your palm.
“Whas that girl?” He groans from a filled mouth.
“I-I’m so close.” You whimper behind clenched teeth.
“Let it all out for me bunny,” Daryl inserts another finger and curls it, hitting that spot. “Yeah, that's it, baby...”
You feel yourself tighten before falling into bliss. Daryl pumps you through the high and licks your cunt clean of leftover juices. Your knees wobble as he pulls your underwear and jeans back up and buttons them. He takes a stand.
“It's not so hard to be a good girl,” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Not so hard at all... Keeping yourself contained while walkers pound so close to you. So good.”
He leans you into him as he leads you up the fire escape...
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littlespacereader · 8 months
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A Trip To The Grocery Store
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Caregiver! Castiel & Little! Dean Winchester (Completely SFW)
Tags: Discovery of regression, stuffies, sippy cups, hand holding, hugs,
Nicknames: Darling, little hunter
(Created this because I’m in the process of trying to get my hands on a sippy cup without my family knowing😣. Please enjoy this adorable story!)
Dean, who’s usually the driver, was now the passenger of Castiel’s car. How the angel learned how to drive was beyond him.
It had been a few days without a hunt meaning the three were spending a lot of time in the bunker. Sam had insisted someone go to the grocery store since the bunker was become sparse with food.
But since Baby was getting some work done in the garage, Castiel suggest they take his car. Under normal circumstances Dean would insisted they wait till he fixed his car. But the food was getting low…and Castiel said he could put his music on…
So here the two sat, driving to the grocery store closest to the bunker. Since they were out in the middle of no where, the grocery store didn’t see many people and was more low key. That’s what made this store Dean’s personal favorite.
When Sam suggest a trip to the grocery store Dean was all for the idea. They had been in close quarters to each other for a while now and it was starting to show. Some fresh air and alone time was just what Dean needed to rest himself…expect Castiel invited himself to come along.
That under normal circumstances would’ve been fine, but this wasn’t normal circumstances. Since the three had been working long and hard hours on this hunt Dean’s had little to no time to regress. He would sit at one of the tables all day researching along with Sam.
Eventually he would either retire to his bed and be too exhausted to regress or simply fall asleep at the table on top of all his papers.
As the research dragged on into the late night hours he could feel himself getting more frustrated and annoyed by tiny things, add on fighting his regression and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.
It wasn’t like he could tell Sam or Cas about it…they wouldn’t understand…or at least that’s what Dean reasoned himself to think. He was the tough one of the group. The badass hero with a cool car. How would even begin to explain to Cas or Sam that sometimes he’d like to cuddle up with a stuffed animal and fall asleep with a pacifier in his mouth?
For Dean it started long ago, back when Sam had moved out and went to college and he was alone with an occasional visit from his father. The loneliness started to eat away at him but regression saved him, finally giving him the childhood that was stolen from him.
He was good, very good at hiding his little gear. Not that he had much, just a stuffed animal dog and a pacifier he bought online. Other than that had nothing. But he was fine with that. He loved to sit in front of the tv and watch Scooby-Doo for hours. Man, that dog is hilarious!
But getting back to the present, he wasn’t too thrilled to have company on this shopping trip. Not when he was already so stressed out because of the case and not with his regression eagerly waiting to take over.
He would be fine, just a little shopping trip and then they would head back to the bunker. Maybe he could say he wasn’t feeling well and take the night to himself?
They parked the car and the two stepped out, looking at the grocery store.
“Do we have a list or are we making it up as we go along?” Dean ask.
Cas dig around in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, “Sam gave me a list of essentials we needed.”
Dean rolled his eyes and smirked. Of course Sam gave Cas the list, knowing full well he would follow it to the T…unlike Dean.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.” With that the two walked into the grocery store. Both of them grabbed a basket and started making their way to the produce section.
Cas went over and started putting some fruit in his basket while Dean went over to the apples. As he was putting some in his basket he noticed the display next to it, caramel dipping sauce for the apples. Now that sounds nice! Cut apples with caramel to dip it in!
He reached and grabbed the container, but was stopped before putting it in his basket. Castiel held Dean’s wrist stopping him from getting he sugary goodness.
“Cas? What the hell?” Dean tested his strength, trying to pull his arm back.
“This isn’t good for you. What’s the point of eating something healthy like an apple if you ruin it with something unhealthy like caramel?” Castiel explained.
“What are you some sort of health freak now?” Dean asked but only received the same plain stubborn look from Castiel.
“Alright,” he said giving up on the caramel dip. “You know I’m an adult that can buy something unhealthy if I so please.”
Castiel didn’t say a word, he just gave Dean a look and placed the dip back. Dean didn’t know what was worse, him saying something back to that or him not saying anything at all. But there absolutely no way Cas could ever know…right?
No, there was no way. Dean was wayyyyy too good at hiding his regression and his two little items. Yeah…no way…no way at all…
The shopping trip continued, only Dean was getting more and more bored with the mundaneness of the trip.
Castiel lead the way through the store picking and choosing things to put in both his and Dean’s basket. Occasionally Dean would add his two cents to the choices. But as the shopping trip dragged on longer, Dean felt his fight against regression slipping away.
“Dean,” Castiel said breaking Dean out of his thoughts. “Could you go to the next aisle over and grab the white bread? We must’ve passed it.” Castiel asked as he looked over the list.
“Yeah of course.” Good, some time away to recollect himself and get his regression under control. So with a deep breath Dean made his way through the aisle.
He turned down the bread, grabbed the white bread Sam and him have been eating for years and walked back out, heading back to Cas. But there was a couple looking for something in the aisle, but being the annoying people they were, they decided to stand in the middle of the aisle blocking anyone from passing.
Of course Dean could’ve just asked them to move out of the way. But with his headspace teetering he didn’t feel like interacting with anyone. So he just turned around and turned down a different aisle.
But the aisle he turned down didn’t help his regression at all.
The baby aisle. Filled to the brim with toys, stuffie, bottles and more for infants. And while Dean wasn’t a baby physically, he definitely was one mentally. The sight of all the supplies instantly started to make him regress. He walked down the aisle slowly taking in the sight of everything.
He walked past the stuffies, admiring all the different animals. But he couldn’t bring himself to getting another one and hurting his dog stuffie Ozzy’s feelings.
He slowly walked past the toys, making sure he saw every single one incase there was a Scooby-Doo one. With no mystery machine toy in sight he continued his browsing. He walked past the pacifiers, they were too tiny for him anyway.
But what stopped him all together was the sippy cups. He eyed the different cups all different shapes, sizes and patterns. One stuck out to him the most, a blue sippy cup with a dinosaur pattern.
He could definitely drink out of one of these and it would be so comforting! He’s been spilling drinks on himself while regressed which was starting to become a problem but something like this would stop it. Plus it’s would be easy to hide with his other stuff.
“I think the fire engine one is nice.” Castiel said suddenly appearing next to Dean.
Dean jumped so badly he dropped his basket on the ground. A blush rose across his face as he scrambled to pick up the basket. He started fighting myself to sound and act like his normal adult self.
“I was just cutting through this aisle to get back to you,” he tried to cover up.
“Which one were you looking at?” Castiel asked not taking his eyes off the different sippy cups.
“I-I wasn’t looking at any one of them. I was just browsing on my way past.“
“Which one did you want?” Castiel turned towards Dean whose face was getting more and more pink with blush.
“I don’t want one. Why would I want one? I don’t have a kid that needs it.”
“Dean, you’re the kid that needs.” Castiel said so plainly as if it wasn’t a big deal. But his words struck a cord deep down inside Dean.
The world seem to freeze with that statement, so plain yet so true. The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment as the Angel and Hunter stared at each other.
The regression won against Dean as his eyes started to get red with tears, “No…No I’m not.” He tried to deny, so scared of anyone truly knowing.
Castiel put his basket down and closed the distance between himself and Dean. He pulled Dean into a hug. Dean didn’t reciprocate at first, too shocked by the gesture. But eventually he gave in, wrapping his arms around Cas. His head resides on his shoulder as the two just held each other for a moment.
Finally Dean broke the silence, “How do you know?” He asked softly breaking apart.
“When I brought your soul back from hell I looked into your past. I saw your childhood and your need for regression. I saw the few times you felt safe enough to actually regress. I even saw when you got your stuffed animal Ozzy.” Castiel explain causin Dean to blush even more and look away.
“But most importantly I saw how important regression was to you and how much it helped you through the years. Ever since then I’ve done my research on regression and have been watching out for whenever I could sense you were starting to regress.” Castiel said proud as ever.
“My guardian angel,” Dean said with a small smile.
Castiel smiled as well, “Well…yeah. Your guardian angel.”
He took one of Dean’s hands into his own, “I want you to know that your regression is such an amazing thing about you Dean. You should be getting yourself the things you want and need for when you’re feeling smaller.”
Dean looked up at Castiel, “But-“
“I won’t judge you Dean. I never have and I never will. It doesn’t make you weak or strange to need an escape. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. I’m happy you have a healthy copping mechanism like this, rather than drinking yourself to death like you used to. I’m proud of you for regressing when you need.”
Dean just stared at Castiel in total disbelief. No one has ever known but now he knew and he was…so understanding. And despite knowing all this time he never once treated Dean differently, always still respecting him.
Dean had always been the one taking care of and protect those around him, especially Sam. But now it brought a warm comfort to Dean knowing all this time Castiel had been looking out for him.
Castiel leaned forward and wiped a few stray tears away, “Now, I want you to tell me which one of these cup you were looking at before.” He squeezed Dean’s hand in his.
Dean turned towards the cups once more. This big reveal and acceptance was great and all, but at the same time it was a bit overwhelming. With his headspace in full swing now he just pointed to the dinosaur cup.
“The dinosaur one?” Castiel asked as he pulled it off the shelf.
Dean nodded, holding onto his hand tighter. “I like dinos.”
“Then we’ll add it to our cart…or basket.” Castiel said realizing they didn’t have a cart. Dean giggled at his silliness.
Castiel looked down the aisle at the stuffed animals, “What about another one of those?” He lead the way, pulling Dean along.
“But-I can’t. Ozzy will get jealous.” He tried to explain.
Castiel smiled hearing the cute reasoning, “Ozzy won’t get jealous. He knows that he’s always going to be your favorite. It might be nice to get him a friend to keep him company when you’re not with him.”
Suddenly it was as if Cas turned on a light bulb, it all made sense. “Yeah…you’re right.” Dean nodded.
“Now who do you think would make a good friend to Ozzy?”
Dean turned and carefully browsed the shelves until he spotted it, a stuffie of a beagle. He picked up off the shelf. Her fur was super flat and the ear were long and flat. Upon feeling the ears they had something inside of them that made a crinkly noice. She was perfect!
“I think I’m gonna get her.” Dean said holding her out for Castiel to see.
“Wow! She’s beautiful. What a great choice darling.” Castiel praised, making Dean blush.
“All she needs is a name,” Cas pointed out.
Well if Ozzy was named after Ozzy Osborn then there was really only one name that made sense.
“Sharon.” Of course named after Ozzy Osborn’s wife.
Castiel smiled, the reference flying over his head. “Sharon’s a great name Dean.” He leaned down and shook the dog’s paw. “It’s so nice to meet you Sharon.”
Dean giggled again. Castiel really is the silliest.
“Alright, we have just a couple more things to grab and then we’ll head back to the bunker and get you settled for the night. Sound good?” Castiel asked.
Dean nodded his head and resisted the urge to put his fingers on his mouth. Thankfully holding Cas’ hand with one hand and holding onto the basket with the other prevented him from doing so. Castiel thought of that…didn’t he?
But what Castiel didn’t think of, was how bad of an idea it is to take a regressed Dean down the potato chip aisle, which also happens to be the candy aisle. Dean quickly let go of Castiel’s hand and ran down the aisle to the fruit snack. There he grabbed a box of his favorite, the Scooby-Doo ones of course.
“Can we get a box?” Dean asked bringing it over to Cas.
“These don’t look very healthy…”
Dean gave his best puppy dog eyes, “Please.”
Despite all the powers he had being an angel, even he was no match for an adorable face like that.
Castiel smiled, “Alright, put it in your basket.”
“Yes!!”
Castiel picked up some snacks Sam asked for off the list while Dean would bring him different candies and ask if he could have each one. It was a no most of the time, despite Dean’s best efforts.
After the snack aisle the two went down the paper goods aisle to grab some extra toilet paper and paper towels. As Cas was looking over the different selections, he could tell Dean was starting to get bored of the shopping trip.
“Are we done yet?” He asked with a little whine.
“Almost darling just two more things.” Castiel replied.
Dean’s head lifted up hearing the sweet nickname again. A small blush crept across his face once more.
“Hi, can I help you two with anything?” A store employee walking by asked the two.
Immediately, despite being taller than Cas, Dean almost tried to hide himself behind the shorter man, shy as ever. It was an adorable sight to Cas who never thought he’d see the day Dean of all people would be shy.
“We’re fine thank you.” Cas quickly replied.
“Let me know if you need anything.” And with that the employee left.
Dean let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding the moment the employee left. He looked over at Cas to see a smirk across his face causing the Winchester to blush more and look away.
“I think that’s it,” Castiel said looking over the list to double check. “Let’s go back home.” He could notice the small signs of Dean starting to get more and more tired. A nap in the car was definitely needed for the little hunter.
The two made their way to the checkout. The cashier immediately caught eyes with Dean. She started to trying to flirt with him but just like before he stayed close to Castiel letting him do the talking.
Finally they were out of the grocery store and back at the car. Before he started to unload the cart, Castiel first settled Dean in the front seat.
He buckled him in and handed him his dog stuffed animal, “Here Darling, we can’t forget Sharon now can we?”
He happily took it and smiled back at Castiel. “Cas,” Dean grabbed his hand before he walked away. He looked up at him and smiled, looking more relaxed than he has been in a very long time. “Thank you.”
Castiel smiled back, squeezing Dean’s hand in his, “You don’t need to thank me. I’m just happy to see you so happy and comfortable.”
Dean looked down, as if he wasn’t sure if he should ask something. But after a moment he looked back up at Castiel. “You’ve always been looking after me.”
“That’s right.”
“Could you keep looking after me? Even after today, when I regress again?” Dean nervously asked.
Castiel smiled and squeezed Dean’s hand reassuringly him, “I would be honored to.”
Dean smiled back and relaxed. All the pent up nervousness leaving him once more.
With one last squeeze Castiel reluctantly let go of Dean’s hand. “I’m going to pack up the car real fast and then maybe on the way home you can take a nap.” Cas said, caught Dean yawning and rubbing his eyes when they were checking out.
“I don’t need a nap,” he heard Dean call from behind him.
Castiel loaded the trunk up with their groceries. When he rounded the car to the front seat he could see Dean’s head bobbing as he fought against sleeping.
But once the car started up and the began their journey back to the bunker he eventually felt Dean’s head pressed against his shoulder. Castiel just smiled to himself and adored the little hunter sleeping soundly beside him.
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call-me-a-simp · 6 months
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No One Hates You More Than I Do
Talk It Out (Part 6)
Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):
You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.
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You get ready for work and head out the door, grabbing an energy drink from the nearby grocery store on your way. It was a pretty chill day, only a few interviews and more prepping stuff for the upcoming show where they plan to reveal you as the new member of The Judgement Day.
That evening after work you decide to attend the local gym as you didn't have time for you daily workout yet. You don't notice the person following you in your tired state. You probably wouldn't have noticed them at all if they wouldn't have let you known they're there during one of your breaks between some reps.
Rhea's eyes follow you the whole day, noticing your tired expression and weak body from the lack of sleep and proper food. She doesn't even try to deny her being worried about you. So after you left work she decides to follow you. Keeping a safe distance with her car until she sees you enter the towns local gym. She parks her car in a nearby parking lot where she is able to see if you would leave the building again or not.
Sitting there in silence she thinks about her feelings towards you and your reaction when she told you. It made her wonder if you secretly felt the same and just also had difficulties expressing that. After about twenty minutes she finally worked up the courage to confront you with her thoughts and theories so she gets out the car and walks over to the building you're in.
It doesn't take her long to find you since it's a fairly small area with quite few people being there at that time. She waits until you're taking a break to speak to you.
"Hey" you hear a familiar voice and look up. It was Rhea. "What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy right now?" you attack her annoyed. "Sorry to bother you.." she raises her arms in defence and looks hurt at your reaction, which makes you feel guilty almost immediately. "I'm sorry, I'm just very tired." you mumble and sigh. "What is it Ripley? What are you here for?" "I just wanted to talk about.. some uh.. thoughts of mine.." Rhea admits and blushes.
"Fine by me, want to tell me while I finish my reps?" You ask her. "I'd prefer to wait until we're alone, but I can spot you and maybe give you some tips until then?" Rhea responds in a questioning tone. You shrug and nod.
About half an hour later you're walking out of the gym together. "My apartment is almost right around the corner, wanna meet there?" You turn to look at Ripley. "Bet I'll be there first!" Rhea playfully smirks at you and runs off to her car. You didn't notice you were smiling at her actions until you accidentally saw your reflection on the car window. You quickly replace it with a neutral look and shake your head at your behaviour. Why were you smiling at her stupid jokes?
Five minutes later you unlock your front door where Rhea was already waiting for you. Opening it you begin to question yourself if this might be a mistake, if Rhea was just acting nice to land a critical hit on you. You brush it off as your normal overthinking and hold the door open for your guest.
"I haven't cleaned today or anything so please don't mind the mess.." you mumble more to yourself than to her. Rhea hums and follows you to the big main room, consisting of living room and kitchen at the same time. "I'm gonna order some pizza, you want something too?" You ask without turning around to her. "I'm good, thanks" she denies your offer. She then patiently waits until your done with the phone call before speaking up again.
"So uhm.. like I said I wanted to talk about some of my thoughts with you because i feel the urge to clarify some things but now that I'm actually here it's harder than I originally thought.." your counterpart admits awkwardly.
"Tomorrow's a holiday which means no work which means we've got all night" you shrug and turn around to her with a little smile that's meant to reassure her. Your eyes meet and you can see her relax a little more. You smile at each other and you walk over to the couch, signaling Rhea to come sit next to you.
"Maybe it'll be easier if we don't start with it right away and instead focus on something else. For example finally getting over our egos and start working together for real this time." you say with a serious undertone in your voice. Rhea nods but avoids looking directly at you.
"You're right" she eventually says and lifts up her gaze, meeting yours. "I'm sorry for treating you bad all these years, even after I thought we got over our problems. I somehow couldn't help but spread rumors about you, which again, leads us to why I wanted to talk to you so bad" she sighs.
"I know.." you whisper. "And to be honest.. I kinda feel drawn to you too.." There's a few moments of silence until you continue. "It just confuses me because I never felt this way with another woman before. Does that mean I'm a lesbian now?"
Rhea breaks out laughing and you can't help but chuckle too. "If you're still attracted to men then no, it does not make you a lesbian" Ripley laughs but then gets serious again. "So you do like me back?" she wants to clarify, praying she didn't interpret your words the wrong way.
"I- I don't know, like, the sex we had was pretty damn good I have to admit, and I wouldn't complain if we did it again.." you shyly look at her, nervously chuckling as an attempt to calm the anxiety a little. Seeing her eyes lighten up at those words and the little smile that sneaks into her face makes you feel a certain warmth and ease inside. "I.. guess we could try.." you whisper, breaking eye contact as you can feel the heat rush into your cheeks.
"So- uh.. you're saying you think you do like me back and that you're willing to date me, like.. seriously?" Rhea asks completely overwhelmed. "God damn it, yes, you idiot!" You exclaim and wrap your hands around her neck kissing her.
You both smile into the kiss and you lean back, pulling Rhea on top of yourself as you lay down. "I still fucking hate you for what you've done, just to be clear" you murmur against her lips and she chuckles in response. "And what do you want me to do about it now.." she then teases you. "Maybe fuck you so hard you just forget about it?" she smirks at you. "Mmh.. maybe?" you whisper and smirk back at her.
Rhea kisses you again and begins to trail kisses along your jawline and down to the crook of your neck. Slipping one of her legs between yours, she presses her body down against your own, creating a friction that makes you moan softly.
But before it could go any further the doorbell rings, and you push Rhea off of yourself with a grin. You liked that you were able to make her horny and now she got to wait. She looks back at you pouting, but eventually smiles at you as she watches you come back, already with a mouth full of pizza.
"God I just can't be mad at you" she sighs and guides you to sit between her legs with your back against her chest. "I'll turn on a movie okay?" she says softly and kisses your temple while reaching for the tv remote.
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raijin-ghostar · 17 days
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our love only exists in a parking lot
aug. 10th, 2023 I'm up in the early morning
and I'm thinking of you,
how nice it would be to touch you
right now,
a comforting, warm body
someone trustful
next to me, beside me
I sleep so sound most nights
but in the morning, I'm so lonely
that morning lull where
I wake up and can't fall back asleep,
that's when I envision you,
late at night,
hanging out with me in a parking lot,
and I don't know why.
a summertime theme that I wonder
will it all end when I return?
what will my birthday be like
in the year where I fell in love
at a grocery store? 
sure yeah, hard words, sure
"falling in love"
but what else can I call it
when I feel so much for you?
I don't think it really matters
if I call it love
or if I love you,
but it does still make me a little
sick inside knowing 
I'm this person with all these mistakes,
and I'm trying to drag another
person along with me or beside me,
when it's not fair and you 
don't know if it's right or 
if this person even wants to be beside you through so much.
why do you hold so much space for me? and 
why do you sit so close to me now that I've touched you? and
tonight, I wish I was spending it next to you 
but I don't want to ask you 
because anytime I ask
you say no.
but something inside me is so sad
and I really look forward to the moments
that you'll finally spend alone with me
in a real place that exists, somewhere other than
the weird plane you step into
when you exit the store after 9
a dark parking lot with no sense of time
lit up by a hardware store sign
"rabbit food, hutches and more"
big bright red letters
with a bank down the road,
cars driving by,
on the highway
and I just wonder
why it's this place you chose
and because I've asked you so many times,
at this point I realize
you chose.
and is it because we can be alone?
already near each other?
so much simpler that way,
for someone lacking in time to give away.
these little moments of yourself
given to me,
in this parking lot you've basically lived in for 
six years now, or longer.
every lunch break every smoke break.
and now I don't care, I understand why it's where it is and still
I'm begging you for more, just a little more,
a few more moments in the parking lot,
where I touch you and you play with your hair.
I want to see you smile, it's fine if this is where.
You're intoxicating, and I feel so guilty about it,
I can't stop looking, and I'm unable to leave you alone,
sort of a fool.
the way I touch on you,
look at you,
it seems
I can't really steer clear 
of any of these behaviors.
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gennyanydots · 11 months
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This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 3
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Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)
“This is love I just can’t live without” masterlist
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Chapter summary: Your dad has basically no food in the house so to the store you go with your best friend in tow. Of course you run into someone you don’t want to see at the store.
Chapter 3 “Nowhere to go” Baby Ice
Chapter trigger warnings: cheating, panic attacks
You roll over in a sleepy daze and look over at the alarm clock on your nightstand. Noon. You can’t remember the last time you slept this late.
Last night all of your uncles (minus one) stayed until after you went to bed. You could still hear them as you drifted off to sleep. They had told you story after story until you could barely keep your eyes open and then sent you to bed after receiving a hug and forehead kiss from each of them, which may have made you tear up. Just a little. It’d been a long time since you were surrounded by so much love.
Not that they didn’t come and visit, because they did, they all couldn’t just abandon the club in case something happened. So, about once a month you have an uncle sleeping in your spare bedroom. Puts a slight damper on your social life. Puts an even bigger one on your love life. Well, it would, if you had one.
Even five years later, you’re still scared of trying again. How could you after the one person who said they would never hurt you, would rather cut their own leg off than hurt you, did just that? The pain still feels the same, time has done little to numb it. Being back makes it worse.
You hear the front food open and close from down the hall not thinking much of it until you head how fast the footsteps that came in were. Right towards your room. You’d be scared if you didn’t know that exact gait. You had about five seconds to brace yourself. You roll over and curl up the best you can.
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The door to your bedroom flings open and before you know it a body jumps on top of you.
“Oooof! Really Nat?! I just woke up!” You yell as you try and wiggle out of the ball you curled yourself into.
“And you’ve been home for like twelve hours and I hadn’t seen your face yet soooo sucks to suck,” Natasha says as continues to lay on top of you, not moving an inch to let you uncurl your uncomfortable body.
You try and wriggle some more, “Would you get off?!”
Natasha sighs and rolls off then lays down on top of your blankets next to you, “Okay so what’s the plan for the day? We doing anything fun? I want to do something fun.”
You shrugged, “If you count going grocery shopping as fun then we’re about to have a blasty blast. Dad has like no food in the house so to the store we go.”
“That sounds boring,” Natasha whines.
You sit up and stretch your arms above your head. “I’ll push you around in the cart?” you offer.
Natasha sits up next to you, “That sounds better. We better find some fun things there or I’ll be pissed.”
You knock your shoulder against hers, “We’ll find some girly drinks there too so we don’t have to drink beer. Better?”
“Better.”
It didn’t take you too too long to get ready to go to the store, in between catching up with your best friend since you last saw her two months ago.
You both hopped in your car for the short drive to the store.
“You know you have to play lookout, right?” you say and glance at Natasha as you drive.
She nods, “I’m actually insulted that you would think that I wouldn’t be lookout. Actually you know what? I want to be a spy. Can that be my job?”
You laugh, “As long as you keep lookout while being a spy I don’t care what you want your job title to be.”
She grins at you as you pull into the store parking lot.
When she gets out you watch her stand up on the door sill and look around, “Don’t see his bike or the bronco. Coast is clear.”
You laugh watching her hop down and slam the door shut then you get out and meet her at the back of your car. She immediately slides her arm through your elbow so the two of you walk arm in arm into the store.
The two of you stop at the carts and you pull one out which Natasha immediately climbs into. First you hit up the fresh produce knowing that your father probably hasn’t eaten something green in a long while, not since your mother was cooking for him and that stopped at least six months ago when she started to get sick. You piled a couple different fruits and vegetables around Natasha as she made faces at anyone who looked at her funny for sitting in the cart as you pushed her around the store.
“What cereal should we get?” you ask as you push the cart down the cereal aisle.
Natasha looks at all the different options, “Which one has the most sugar? That’s the one I want.”
You roll your eyes and reach for a box of Froot Loops with marshmallows. Can’t get much more surgery than that.
“Kazansky, as I live and breathe,” a voice says from further down the aisle.
“I’m the worst spy,” Natasha whispers at you.
You stay facing the cereal boxes and squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel your heart start to race. It’s suddenly much warmer than it was a second ago. It’s been a long time since you heard his voice. Not since that night.
You sat outside your high school waiting on Bradley. He said he’d pick you up.
The school was having a theater summer camp for kids and you signed up to help with it. Today had been the last day so you had to stay later to help clean up and make sure everything was situated. You didn’t mind at all.
The only problem was your mom dropped you off that morning because Bradley was supposed to pick you up so you two could go to Jake’s house for a party and now Bradley wasn’t answering his phone.
You’ve called him five times in the last 45 minutes. Had something happened to him? You hope he’s okay. You think maybe you should call his mom to check before you get a text from Nat asking you when you’re going over to Jake’s because she doesn’t want to be there without you.
You call her and explain the situation and she sighs. This isn’t the first time Bradley’s forgotten to pick you up. It doesn’t happen often but it still happens.
She tells you she’ll be right there to get you and the two of you can run back to her house and get ready. She’s says you might as well look as hot as possible while you make Bradley feel bad for forgetting you.
True to her word, Nat’s there to get you less than ten minutes later. Still no word from Bradley. You sent him a text to let him know you found a ride. He hasn’t even read it yet.
Every time you look at your phone you can see it on Natasha’s face just how mad she’s getting. She’s mumbled a couple things under her breath as she drove you to her house.
The two of you change into the outfits you had picked out for the night, you had yours in your backpack thankfully. You help each other with makeup then you’re on your way.
Jake’s parents own a cute farmhouse on the outskirts of town. There’s a barn in the backyard which became the party spot all throughout high school. The barn has some old couches strewn about and some speakers that Jake hung up along with some LED lights. It was a perfect spot for parties or hanging out.
When you two arrived at the barn you were handed beers at the door by one friend or another. The party was already in full swing. Music turned up. Lights flashing. Some kids were looking a little wobbly.
“I’m going to see if I can find Bradley,” you say to Nat and she grabbed your hand.
“I’ll help. Two sets of eyes are better than one,” she said and followed after you.
It took you 15 minutes to find him. 15 minutes before your world came crashing down.
You found Bradley. You found him with a girl on either of his legs, sitting on his lap on one of the old couches in the corner under the hayloft. One girl had her hand running up and down Bradley’s chest while the other one was shoving her tongue down his throat.
Your cup of beer crashed to the floor, not that they noticed. They were in their own little world. Clearly Bradley was too busy to pick you up.
You quickly started back towards the door with tears streaking your makeup down your face. You didn’t care. Natasha was right at your heels.
As soon as you exited the barn, a hand grabs for yours, effectively stopping you. It was Jake.
“Where you goin’, darlin? What’s got you upset?” He asks, concern written all over his face.
You just shook your head and pulled your hand back and continued on towards Natasha’s car.
You try to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself as you hear footsteps get closer to you. Two sets. Oh God. Please no. Please please please no. You can’t. You can’t do this today. You should have waited for one of your uncles to come shopping with you. They wouldn’t have let this happen. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe. You can’t-
-you jump feeling a hand brush your arm and snap around towards it, you open your eyes reluctantly and it’s just Natasha that reached out to you, hand pulled back slightly from when she spooked you.
“Say the word and we leave,” she whispers to you.
You laugh weakly and shake your head, “I can do this, right?”
She nods, “Of course you can.” She gives you a reassuring smile and turns towards where the footsteps stopped, “Bagman. Hey Coyote.”
“Hey,” a voice you don’t know responds back.
You turn apprehensively towards them. He’s not with them. It’s just Jake. And someone named Coyote apparently. Not that you wanted to see Jake either but if you had to choose.
“Jake… you look… good,” you say with a shrug. You don’t really want to stand around exchanging pleasantries with him.
“Well, I am good, Kazansky, I’m very good,” Jake says grinning at you. “In fact, I am too good to be true.” Still full of himself.
“Perfect, then I can pretend you’re not. Okay bye!” you say and grab hold of the cart to start pushing it again.
Jake jogs in front of the cart and puts his hands on the front of it to stop it, “What’s the rush, Baby Ice? Haven’t seen you in so long. We gotta catch up.”
Natasha scoffs and kicks at his hands, “Haven’t seen her for good reason, asshole. Coyote come move your friend before I end him.” She kicks at Jake’s hands one more time making sure to land her heel on the back of his hand.
Jake yanks both his hands away and shakes them out swearing under his breath. He scowls at her as he stalks back to his friend, “Well, Kazansky …Nat, it’s been lovely seeing the both of you. I’m sure we’ll see each other again real soon.”
You give the two men a final glance before you start pushing the cart down the aisle away from them.
“Oh and don’t worry I’ll let Bradley know you say hi,” Jake calls to you, then snickers.
You freeze immediately. Your breath starts to speed up and you worry your bottom lip. You glance at Natasha and she’s already glaring at the figure behind you.
“Good going asshole!” Natasha yells and hops out of the cart before grabbing your arm and pulling you all the way outside to your car. She helps you into the passenger seat and goes around to the driver side and starts the car. The whole ride home you can hear her muttering under her breath as you pick at the strings on the ripped pair of jean shorts you’re wearing.
When you get to your house you practically sprint inside to your room and throw yourself on your bed. Safe.
A couple minutes later Nat comes walking into your room and makes you scoot over and lays next to you, “I’m sorry I didn’t see him sooner.”
You give her a weak smile, “It’s not your fault. It wouldn’t have done much good. You would have seen him maybe two seconds before he opened his big mouth.”
“Yeah, but two seconds is still two seconds. We could have faked an emergency,” Nat says. “Clearly I should have gotten a call from the President of the United States asking me to join a secret spy agency and we have to rush to get on a plane.”
You laugh. Nat has always been able to pull you up from whatever dark hole you find yourself in. When you left town, she was right there with you all summer until she had to come back home for school. You are forever grateful for her. The best friend you’ve always been able to count on.
You and Nat fall into a comfortable silence before you could hear the rumble of a bike engine outside. You both wait a few minutes until you don’t hear the bike turn off. A knock comes from the front door and you both sit up and look at each other. You then hear the bike drive away.
“I’ll go see,” Nat says while getting off your bed. You hear her walk to the door and open it. Then she calls your name.
You head towards her and see a couple grocery bags on the front step.
“Where’d those come from?” You ask.
Nat shrugs then hands you a folded piece of paper with your name on it. You unfold it:
“I’m truly sorry for how Hangman acted at the store. I should have stopped him. Please know I would have never let him talk to you if I had known it would upset you. It won’t happen again.
- Javy (Coyote)”
You look up at Natasha, “Wait a minute. THAT was Javy?!”
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the-hinky-panda · 6 months
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All the rumours are true
Another installment of Dog Days Are Over!
Althea hears the gossip on the streets of Charming that the new President of SAMCRO has been taken up with some equestrian rider hotshot that has a farm on the edges of town. She’s never heard your name before, at least not that she remembers. She tries to ignore the rumor mill, the sting of Filip’s recent rejection still smarting. Not to mention she’s always been a bit competitive and to not be the one who moved on first adds salt to the still open wound.  
“Cops who land on the wrong side of us tend to end up dead.” 
But then she sees your SUV pull into the grocery store parking lot. She’s across the street in her squad car, sipping gas station coffee, and trying to stop speeders down one of the main thoroughfares in Charming. Your vehicle is hard to miss with the bright white lettered emblazoned “High Flyers Farm” on the side panels. She is surprised to see Filip get out of the passenger side and that causes her to sit up straighter and focus. She watches as Filip’s hand brushes against yours and you pull back, like you’re surprised by the action. Both of you laugh before you slip your hand in his and go into the store. 
Althea emits a short laugh. She gives it a month. 
The next time she sees the two of you, she’s one car over and two cars behind Filip’s bike, you perched on the passenger seat behind him. She has a great view of the two of you. Your arms are wrapped around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder. He turns his head and says something to you and you respond. She can see that familiar dimple in his cheek appear from laughing at whatever it was you said. She watches as his hand leaves the handlebars and rests on your thigh and you press your still smiling lips to the exposed skin of his neck. 
She remembers the scent of his aftershave: cedarwood and sage. She remembers the deep chuckle of his laugh whenever he’s genuinely amused. She remembers pressing her lips to the divot in his cheek, following the trail of his facial scars with her tongue. All these memories bring up the familiar burn of desire whenever she did indulge in the memories of their time together. He was right, the sex was great. 
Maybe it’ll last two months and then she’ll have another shot. 
Three months pass and she finds herself patrolling the annual lighting of the Christmas tree in the town square. Everyone in Charming is too full of holiday cheer to cause a ruckus so it’s an easy night for law enforcement. The Sons usually make an appearance and this year is no different. However, while Jax and his family were there, it is Chibs that wears the President flash. Chibs, who currently has his arm draped across your shoulders as you press yourself further into his side against the chill of the December night. 
“Evening, Sheriff.” 
She glances over to see Wayne Unser standing next to her, a cup of hot chocolate from one of the food truck vendors in his hand. “Evening.” Her eyes drift back across the square. You had your head tipped back, laughing as Chibs buried his face into the curve of your throat. 
“Have you met the new acquisition?” 
Althea sees Unser motion in the direction of you and Chibs and frowns. “No, haven’t had the pleasure yet. Do you know her?” 
Unser shrugs. “A little. She was born here but traveled a lot with her parents in the horse show circuit. She’s won international competitions and now has her own farm on the outskirts of Charming. Had a bit of a rough patch in her life but,” he chuckles, “she finally seems like that’s smoothing out. She’s a good person despite the hiccups.” 
“You’re a cop. And I’m a criminal. I’m never gonna tell you about my business, and you’re sure as shit not gonna tell me yours.” 
“What does she do with the horses?” 
Unser thinks about it for a moment. “Not quite sure. I know she buys and sells them, people kind of use her as a broker of sorts. Tell her what kind of horse they want and she finds one for them. She’s starting to give lessons now, getting a little too old to compete I guess.” He sighs. “She’s bringing a nice clientele to Charming.” 
“She’s bringing rich clientele to Charming.” Althea grins wryly. “So what were some of those hiccups?”
Unser frowns slightly. “I busted her a few times for drinking and drugs. She was a mess for a long go of it. It’s nice to see her happy, settled.” 
Althea crosses her arms. “Yeah. Good for her.” 
After the ceremony and the crowd disperses, Althea heads back to the station. If Unser had arrested you, then finding your police record should be a snap. She wonders what else she may be able to find on you. She spends most of the night digging through thirty years of records, the first one when you were fifteen and driving a farm truck with an open bottle of Budlight in your hand. You had attended court ordered rehab and detox three times. The drugs started in your early twenties. Pot a couple times, before moving up to cocaine. But the last arrest was a year ago. 
When you apparently met Chibs. 
How fucking romantic. 
Bitter disappointment twists in her stomach and rises to her mouth. Why? Why did you have to be from Charming, have a thriving business, and be around every fucking corner with the man she desperately wanted it to work out with? That maybe she could have worked it out if you had kept to the horse show circuit. There was one more place she wanted to check to see if there were any other dirty secrets in your closet other than the rehab, drugs, and booze. 
She pulls up the court records again but searches civil cases, not criminal ones and finds a divorce settlement. If the dates were correct, you were only twenty-three when the divorce was filed. The grounds were against your ex-husband…thirty seven counts of infidelity. So you have been cheated on, an exorbitant amount of times, and events like that are sure to cause trust issues in future relationships. 
Or current ones. 
This piece of information could definitely be helpful in the near future. 
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they spend a lot of time in the garage. raven'll help cyborg tinker with the t-car, or if they each want to do their own thing, she'll sit in the passenger seat, door open, tea in one hand and book in the other, while he spruces the car up. the latter is very nice for when they want to be alone, but Together
their dates are p low maintenance, no stress, which is what they both like. they go on p lengthy cruises in the t-car — on more than one occasion they park on the coast at night where they can see Titans Tower and listen to the ocean + stargaze. cyborg insists they sit on the ground rather than the hood of the car though, can't risk any scratches, so he usually brings a blanket or two
they also go on "errand dates." they go grocery shopping (which given the sheer Size and Variety of the List that all of the Titans contribute to, is basically an all-day affair) or pick up parts or anything of the like. they usually swing by raven's favorite cafe and cyborg's favorite hobby shop (for video games usually but he does get into racing rc cars w bb and i am a firm believer in the titans sitting down to play at least one session of jump city d&d so that, too) on the way home
they both like history (cyborg recently having adopted a vested interest) — cue trips to antique malls, thrift stores, museums. raven takes her time, listens to the audio tours, and can get a vague sense of the history behind donated items at the shops/malls — cyborg pendulums between reading all of the plaques/tags, absorbing all of the info, and cracking sorta-jokes that everything in the place is absolutely and totally 1000% haunted and/or has been possessed in the past . . . or is in the present
book festivals are a thing!! raven likes them. she's a big believer in supporting Local. she also likes picking up every and any book she can get her hands on, reading the book jacket blurbs, then listening to the author talk. she's not much of a talker or a prompter herself, but she is an Avid Listener, and she likes hearing stories from all walks of life. but book festivals also can be p packed, and cyborg's p spot-on about sensing when raven's getting overstimulated and/or cranky and/or tired (not that she goes to particular pains to hide it, granted) so he'll usher her back to the t-car and load up her totes full of books in the trunk and oops when they get in he pulls out a bag of kettle corn the size of his gd torso out of NOWHERE and raven just STARES at him bcuz where tf did that come from and he just grins at her and offers her a handful and she finally cracks a Small Smile, takes a few kernels, and relaxes as they drive home (making her smile is his version of magic and one of his favorite things to do)
raven Just Doesn't call him cy. but she does and she will call him vic. it's the closest thing to a pet name she has for him. for his part, he tends to stick to rae (ntt vic def calls her witch and some variation of bird/birdie)
not to mix-n-match media but . . . "she's a magical gal in a small town local/he's a hubby who's part machine" from ep 1 of wandavision perfectly encapsulates what it'd be like if they got their own house (with a basement cy converts into a p eclectic study/meditation chamber/etc — he does the bare bones of it and leaves all the decorating up to raven bcuz he knows she knows what she likes better than anyone so). raven tends to float stuff (ingredients for tea, books, furniture, etc) around the house and cyborg becomes v good at ducking and/or snatching things that shouldn't be in mid-air out of mid-air
raven's the first person cyborg talks about his accident — espec his relationship w his father — at length with. i had an au idea for the "crash" episode where the "the only person qualified to repair cyborg is cyborg" line is proven wrong when silas shows up but anyhow. she's a v good listener and (as inspired by the ntt comics) provides the first nudge for cyborg to actually talk to his dad (which is a heated convo that's p heavy and ends kinda uneasily but it's Something)
they don't tell anyone they're together. not at first. they just really, really don't want it to be a big deal. they've always been close tho and the team knows that so it's fairly easy for them to get away with it — until starfire catches a quick, chaste kiss stolen in the hallways and shrieks w delight. cy and rae just swap looks of dull acceptance bcuz they know they're Toast at that point. raven's the one who tells the team — "we're dating. get over it." and after a day of buzz they pretty much do
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*Ellie’s POV* I think I still love you… I stared at my phone, my hands were shaking as I realized what I just said to Noah. As much as I didn’t want to admit that I still loved him, I had to stop lying to myself. Seeing him today, smelling his cologne and him holding me just solidified it. I waited to see if he was going respond to what I said, but nothing. He was probably in a dead zone on the highway. My breath hitched as I walked back into the living room, realizing Matt and I were going to be over before we even started.
“You okay?” Matt asked me as I sat near him, but not close enough for him to touch me.   “Yeah, it’s just been a long day.” I lied, avoiding his stare. My phone buzzed in my pocket, causing my face to get hot. As soon as a saw Noah’s name on my screen, I shifted in my seat causing Matt to send me a puzzling look. “I’m sorry, Tyler just texted me…I forgot to give him Liam’s backpack for daycare.” “Oh, okay.” He replied as he watched me get up and frantically put my shoes on. “Do you want me to come with you?” “No, I won’t be long.” I said, grabbing Liam’s backpack and my keys at the door. I felt bad for lying to him, because Liam already had his own backpack at Tyler’s. “Just make yourself comfortable. We can order food when I get home.” I slammed my door shut and walked towards the elevator, hitting the button to the parkade over and over. I looked at my phone again and my heart raced looking at Noah’s text asking me to FaceTime him. I got into my car and peeled out of the parking lot, not sure what direction I was going. I’m still not sure what was coming over me to talk to him so desperately, but maybe my heart knew more than I did. I pulled into a grocery store parking lot, did a double take in the mirror before I facetimed him, applying lip gloss as I waited for him to answer me. “Hey…” I felt my eyes sting with tears as his face appeared on my screen. He was sitting outside somewhere with his AirPods in, his hair was disheveled and he just looked so adorable to me.
“Hi.” Was all I managed to get out. “Where are you?” “Uh, somewhere near Portland I think?” He replied as he looked around. “We just stopped for food and some fresh air.” “I haven’t been to Portland in forever…” I trailed off, almost wanting to get to the point. “Noah we should -“ “I know.” He cut in. “I’m sorry about this morning. I was trying to not be selfish because I want you to be happy, but I’m gonna be selfish now. I want us to work things out, Ellie. I just want you to think about giving us another chance, I don’t think our story is over…I don’t want to be.” My hand clasped over my mouth as I absorbed his words. I took a deep breath as more unexpected words fell past my lips, “maybe we should talk about this in person? I can fly down in a couple days or -” “I’ll come see you…when does he leave?” Noah asked, not keeping his eyes off me. “Tomorrow morning.” “I’ll be there tomorrow night then.”
He hung up and I sat in silence for a few minutes as I mulled over what he said to me. Was I really going to let him back in my life this easy? I think a part of me just needed to hear him out and maybe we could have a mature conversation about this. My head hit the back of my seat, trying to get rid of these mixed feelings. 
“Hey, I’m back.”
I threw my keys onto the kitchen counter and saw Matt hadn’t moved since I left. He was watching a baseball game but didn’t look too interested in it. He turned to me and met me with a soft yet sad smile. My stomach twisted harder in my stomach as the guilt hit me, I needed to tell him the truth. “El, I think we need to talk.” Wait, what?
“I think we do too.” I replied as I sat down beside him. I turned my body towards him so we could look at each other. I really did care about him, I did. We had good chemistry and the one time we had sex it was amazing... but was it enough? It also wasn't fair to string him along when I’m clearly still in love with one of his best friends. 
“You know how I mentioned if things got weird we could stop?” I nodded to let him continue. “I personally feel weird standing between you and Noah. I know I’ve had some choice words about him and how he treated you, but…I saw the way you two looked at each other today. I’d hate to be the one to ruin you two getting a second chance.” “Wow, Matt. I don’t know what to say.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. “I don’t know what’s going to happen between me and him, but I know I’ll regret not giving it another shot. I’m just sorry I dragged you into this, and gave you false hope.” “You didn’t. I found an opportunity to have a chance with you, but it wasn't meant to be. Truthfully, I love you enough to let you go.” He whispered, bringing his hand up to my face and wiping the one tear that escaped. “I’m not going to be bitter about it. I still want us to be friends the way we were before.” “I want that too.” I trembled as more tears poured out of me. Matt scooted closer to me and took me in his arms. My eyes closed as my head fell on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.” He replied, pulling me closer to him. “I’d wait forever for you, don’t forget that.” I lifted my head to look at him but my tears were blinding my vision of his face. He brushed my chin before pressing his mouth onto mine gently. I wanted to protest but I fell right into the kiss. He laid me down on the couch as the kiss deepened. My hands were tangled in his hair while his body pressed harder onto me. As we broke apart, I saw a side of him I never thought I’d see. His eyes were glistening with tears and one of them landed on my cheek, causing my heart to take another fatal blow. “One last time?” “I don’t -” “This feels like the perfect way to say goodbye...”
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