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deanwritings · 8 months

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The Guest House - Prologue

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 2,225

A/N: Welcome to the start of The Guest House! This little bitty came to me while I was staying at a lake house and relaxing, so really excited to dive in.

Chapters will be posted weekly on Wednesdays.

If you would like to be tagged in the series, just leave a comment or shoot me a message and I'll get you added.

Enjoy!

You dig your nails into your fingertips as they sit in your lap underneath the table. Your heart was finally leveling off as your review was coming to an end. So far your marks had been glowing; your metrics were up, your peer reviews were stellar, all that was left was to hear if they would be promoting you.

You’ve been working for that next step for a year and a half now. After most of your team quit, you took the opportunity to show your bosses that you could run the department with a can-do attitude and hard work. You’ve brought up a promotion a few times at your check-ins with your boss, and she assured you it would be a topic of conversation at your next review, which would be ending in the next few minutes.

With a polite smile, you look across the table at your direct manager and her boss.

“Any questions?” Your boss asks plainly, and your brow furrows as you look between them. If you didn’t know any better, it sounded like they were wrapping up the meeting.

Your lips fall apart and your heart jumps into your throat as you realize what’s about to happen.

“Uh,” you start as you squeeze your fists together. “I was hoping to discuss my possible promotion.” You loosen your smile as you try to keep your eye contact divided between both of them.

The two share a small look.

You’re not getting promoted. Is what that looks says.

Your boss’ boss clears his throat as he readjusts in his seat.

“After reviewing your performance, we do not feel a promotion is appropriate at this time.” He says with a tinge of forced sorrow.

Your stomach plummets as your jaw clenches.

How could they not be promoting you? You’ve been working the job of at least three people for over a year now without complaint. You’ve spent countless days staying late and making sure projects didn’t fall wayside while the company took their sweet ass time looking for replacements for your team.To their own admission, your metrics were good, so why the hell wasn’t your hard work being recognized?

“I don’t understand.” You swallow to keep your voice from shaking. You never pushed back on your bosses. Ever. But you thought today was the day you were finally going to be rewarded for everything you’ve done for them.

“You just said that my metrics were up and I was performing above expectations. What is hindering him from getting a promotion then?”

The two look at each other again and you can feel yourself beginning to shake as they bide their time for an excuse.

“Y/N, you have performed well this past year for the most part, but there were concerns with your performance in January.” Your boss folds her tanned hands on the faux wood tabletop as she speaks up. “You let things fall through the cracks and were distant from your work. We feel that is not reflective of someone who should hold a Senior Management position.” She offers a soft smile and a shitty excuse.

It takes your brain a moment to catch up with what they were talking about; January. Two months ago. Your aunt passed away suddenly from a heart attack as she was making dinner. You can still hear your mother’s cries over the phone as she called to tell you the news that her sister was dead. And at only 52.

You were only able to take one day off from work for her funeral, as you were in the middle of a project launch and it was all hands on deck. When you returned, yeah, you were “distant.” You were mourning the loss of a woman you loved dearly while trying to help your mother and cousins navigate their grief as well. Your aunt’s passing also made you scared for your own mother, who is a few years older, and some night’s you couldn’t sleep as you thought about life without your best friend. It took you weeks to shake free from the heartbreak and anxiety that had engulfed you, but you came back strong and started excelling once more.

And there your bosses sat, in the all-glass meeting room of the shared workspace your company rented out because they were too cheap to get a full-blown office, throwing your aunt’s death in your face and using it as the excuse as to why they would not be promoting you after more than eighteen months of slaving away for them with barely a thank you.

You laugh through your nose and shake your head as you swallow hard.

“We’re happy to talk more about this in a few months at your next check-in.” Your boss jumps in, and you bite down on your lip. “We know you’re committed to this company and role, and we want to make sure we help you get to the next level.” She smiles at you like she actually believes the bullshit she’s spouting.

You take a deep breath and genuinely smile back. You always prided yourself on keeping a cool head, especially at work. But a line had crossed, and even for you, enough was now enough.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Your boss ticks her head at your words. “Because I quit.” You stand up and smile down at the two asshats you gave everything for, and now realize, you would never get anything in return from them.

Both of their mouths fall open as they share a shocked look between them.

“Y/N, let’s not do anything rash.” Your boss’ boss stands as well, holding his hands up. “There’s no need to jump to something like this. I’m sure there’s something we can work out”

You push your chair in, your smile not wavering.

“I feel that this review is not reflective of a company I want to work for anymore.” You throw their words back to them. “I’ll have no issue finding a new role that values my hard work and dedication, and won’t use a family member’s death as a reason to squirrel out of a rightful promotion.”

“Best of luck filling my role.” You turn on your heel and hurry down the hallway to your shared office. A few coworkers glance up at your haste entrance, but you ignore them as you grab your purse and start grabbing the few personal effects that would fit on your tiny, shared desktop; just a single, unframed picture of you, your parents, and your brother, a few fidget toys, and your favorite pens. The rest belonged to the company, just like you had.

Without a word, you fling your purse onto your shoulder and with your head held high, carry yourself out of the office without a single glance back. As you step onto the elevator, you smirk as you watch through the all-glass walls as your bosses shout at one another before the doors close.

“You what?” Your mother gasps through the phone at your news. You knew your parents weren’t going to take this well, and you were prepared for it.

“I quit.” You repeat, even though you know she heard you the first time.

“Y/N, what on God’s green earth would make you quit without another job lined up?” She huffs.

You think about your Aunt Rose, how your bosses used your grief as an excuse not to give you a well-earned promotion. She was always free spirited, having career-jumped her whole life. She started as a bartender, then worked as a sous chef for a catering company before she decided she wanted to be a radio DJ. Years before she died, she had gotten her real estate license and was working as an agent right up until she passed. You had always been the opposite, very much a mirror of your mother. You went to a good college and got a business degree. You had worked for a few companies over the years, but you always stayed in the same field, working your way up the ladder. You never wanted to take a risk with your career, you had worked too hard. But working hard got you nothing but late nights and a bullshit yearly review.

To say you were exhausted was an understatement. And you can barely recall the last time you got together with your friends, let alone a date. You had married your job and it had been a toxic and loveless relationship.

It was time to start fresh and take some time for yourself. Which is exactly why you had seventeen tabs of house rentals open on your laptop screen as you half-listen to your mother as she continues to admonish your rash decision.

“It’s going to be good for me, mom.” You cut her off once you’ve finally had enough of her harping. You loved the woman to death, but my god once you wind her up, she doesn’t stop.

“I have enough savings to comfortably get me through six months without a job. I’m going to take a few weeks off to reset, then I’ll hit the ground running with the job search.” You cross your legs as you languidly swipe through rental photos.

After a few more minutes, you finally hang up the phone and start seriously considering your options.

You wanted to get away upstate, not so far away that you couldn’t get back for anything important, but far enough to feel like the city wasn’t in your rearview mirror. You figured a month would be the perfect time. Four weeks of a quiet town to relax and rediscover your love of reading and writing. It’s been ages since you actually sat down and read a good book. You were never good at art, but maybe you’d even find a studio to do some painting or finally give pottery a try. For the first time in your life, your time would be your own to sleep in and do whatever you wanted with your days.

As you click through listings, you notice one that is significantly cheaper than the rest. Curiously, you click the link and a gray-sided cabin with a red tin-looking roof brightens up in front of you.

NEW LISTING! Private Guest House, Hot tub included.

One bedroom guest house available for rent. Relax in the peacefulness of upstate while being a short driving distance to town. The guest house has a full bathroom, complete with tub. There is also a hot tub on the patio that is for guest enjoyment. 10 minutes from downtown with plenty of bars and shops to keep you busy. The owner lives on the main property, but will keep to themself unless you need anything. Perfect for anyone looking to getaway!

As you click through the photos, you’re greeted with a warm, wooden interior, a wood burning stove, a fairly updated kitchen, and a queen bed with an adjacent master bath.

The cabin feels a little too good to be true for the price, and you click “Contact Owner” at the bottom of the page.

“Hello,” You start your chat. “I’m interested in potentially renting your guest cabin for four weeks. The place looks lovely but I wanted to ask if there are any issues I should be aware of since the price is so much more reasonable than other listings on this site.”

You were hoping there were no gimmicks, you’ve heard horror stories before, and with no reviews, you wanted to do your due diligence.

After you send the chat, you step away to make a quick dinner, chicken and ramen, comfy and warm, before you settle back onto the couch to watch your favorite reality show. You’re about to press play when you notice a response in your inbox.

“Hi there. Totally understand your concern. I just put the listing up today and am offering a discounted rate for the first few renters to help get traffic to our rental and start getting reviews. Let me know if you have any questions.” You shrug at the perfectly reasonable response and you click on the circular picture of the brunette next to the message, opening the owner’s profile.

LISA BRAEDEN (Host)

0 Reviews | 1 Month Renting

Lisa’s confirmed information

Identity ✓

Email address ✓

Phone number✓

Proud wife and owner of a unique property. I am a certified yoga instructor and have been teaching and practicing for over 15 years. I love a good glass of wine, a well-cooked meal, and traveling to new places.

You stare at the picture of the smiling, long-haired, tanned brunette. She’s absolutely beautiful. Probably a few years older than you and seems down to earth in a regular tshirt.

Honestly, considering you were out of a job, the discounted price would really come in handy. Then you wouldn’t feel so guilty taking a full month off before you started your job hunt.

You click back to the rental’s profile and put in your dates. You take a deep breath before clicking RESERVE and putting in your payment details. Your rental has been confirmed. The message pops up. With a thousand-watt smile, you shut your laptop and settle into your couch. In just a few days, you would be on your way to a new beginning.

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A/N: Fun fact, the first half of this was inspired by true events. Sadly, I didn't quit on the spot, but I did shortly after with a 10x better job.

And know we didn't get to see Dean yet, but I promise he will be in the next chapter!

Anywho, stealing this from the lovely @zepskies

NEXT TIME:

“I’m calling the cops!” She shouts, her phone in hand, music blaring from the speaker as her fingers are ready to press the three numbers as she stares at him with fear in her Y/C/E eyes.

“Take it easy,” Dean holds his hands up, and the woman looks like she’s going to have a heart attack as she notices the gun in his right hand. Realizing his mistake, he quickly tucks it away into his waistband and holds his empty hands out to her, wanting her to know he’s not a threat.

“First off,” Dean holds up a finger at her. “If anyone should be calling the cops, it’s me.” He points back to himself. “Secondly, what are you doing in my house?”

“Your house?” Her voice drips with confusion as her brow furrows.

“Yes my house.” He echoes, emphasizing his ownership. She continues to frown.

“Well if it’s your house, you would know I’m renting your guest house for the next four weeks.” She crosses her arms defiantly, confusion and fear gone as she challenges him.

“What are you talking about?” Now it’s Dean’s turn to be confused. He’s never rented the guest house out, nor would he ever.

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lou-struck · 10 months

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A Sweet Delivery

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

~Tamaki is on a mission, but he still manages to surprise you after you get a promotion at work.

WC: 1.8k

A/n: Awhile back I was writing this as an entry for one of my event prompts but it became an idea of it's own so I had to tuck it away for another day.

What’s the point of receiving good news if you don’t have anyone to celebrate it with?

You have been up for a promotion at your job for quite some time now, and finally, after months of ass-kissing and hard work. You landed the position, but you don’t feel like celebrating right now.

How could you?

Tamaki is out of town on a mission, and you have no idea when he is coming back…

The mission he is on is pretty low profile, so you don’t know too much about it, but the one thing you do know is that he is safe and unharmed. This is the best possible news, but sometimes you wonder how safe it is safe?

You continue to worry your whole drive home, only stopping to take a breath once you are back inside your lonely apartment. The two of you usually share. You sigh, leaning against the front door and peeling off your shoes and letting them drop to the ground instead of placing them nicely in their usual spot.

It’s just not the same without your Suneater.

You wish he was here; he would’ve given you that adorable wobbly half-smile of his and praised you for a well-done job. He always knows just what to say to make you feel seen and appreciated. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

It’s the eager knocking at the front door that pulls you from your thoughts. You walk quickly across the room and twist the knob slowly to reveal a delivery girl with a long clipboard. A large beige wagon of packages sits behind her. “Can I help you?” you ask kindly, wondering in the back of your mind if you remember ordering anything special.

“Hi there, are you…” she looks down and reads off of her notepad. “Y/n?”

“That’s me,” you reply. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yes, actually, I have something for you,” she smiles, gesturing to the large Pink and Bown spotted box that rests on the top of her delivery wagon. The white lettering printed on the top says it’s from your favorite bakery you go to with Tamaki.

“Wait, what’s this?” you ask as she gently places the box into your hands. It’s much heavier than you thought it would be.

“It’s a delivery?” the girl sends you a sarcastic tight-lipped smile.

“I know that,” you chuckle. “I just don’t remember ordering anything.”

“Someone probably just ordered it for you then,” she says, handing you the clipboard, “Sign here, please.”

You scribble on the dotted line and hand it back to the girl who seems to have a lot on her plate. She takes it and smiles before dragging the wagon down the hall and to the elevator, leaving you alone with what feels like 40 pounds of mysterious pastries.

“What are you?” you say aloud, bringing the box over to your kitchen counter, tearing through the delivery seal, and flipping open the paper lid.

The first thing you see is a white envelope taped to the underside of the lid,

Butterfly,

Congratulations on getting that promotion; no one deserves it more than you do

I wish I could be there with you to celebrate, but I thought that If I got you something sweet, you might think of me.

I know it’s not the same, but I’ll have good service tonight, so if you want to video chat.

~Tamaki

His words make your heart flutter as you set the card next to the open box. You have no idea how he managed to find out about your promotion, but you don’t care. You get to see his face tonight.

Eagerly you rush over to the couch and pull your laptop out from under it. Wanting to call him as soon as possible. So you can go through the box of sweets together; Tamaki loves getting you little treats, so it’s only fair for him to be semi-present when you go through them.

The dull ringing sound of the video chat spills out from your speaker, and you do a quick one-over of your reflection on the screen, checking that you don’t have any bats in the cave.

The screen buffers for just a minute, and you back away from the camera. Hopefully, the first thing he saw was not the inside of your nose.

You forget about your worries as soon as his face appears on your screen, his dark eyes are not looking directly into the camera, but they still light up a bit when he sees your face. You scan his own quickly, looking for any sign of injury or illness, finding none.

“Hi there,” you beam. “I’ve missed you, Tamaki.”

Your sincerity sends a shiver through the Hero as he glances shyly away from the screen. “I-i’ve missed you too, Butterfly. Congratulations on the promotion. Did you get your present?”

You are smiling so. Happily, it’s getting hard to see your boyfriend on the screen, “I did, and I wanted to open the box with you on the call, so I haven’t seen what you got me yet.”

His shoulders slump, and he smiles softly; even just being on call with you like this makes him feel more normal. He may not be comfortable expressing all his feelings toward you yet, but you mean more to him than anything else.

“Then you should open it,” he says. “I wanted to get you all your favorites.”

You curiously peel off the top layer of tissue paper at his request. A bit of frosting sticks to the top, but otherwise, the pull was clean. With the paper out of the way, you see dozens of mouth-wateringly delicious-looking baked goods. Buns, sweetbreads, and more call out to you, their fresh scent making it seem as if you had died and gone to heaven.

“Tama,” you breathe, unconsciously wiping a bit of drool from your lip. “This is too much; how did you manage to get all of this together in such a short amount of time?”

Through the screen, you see the tips of his ears turning pink, “I ordered the box from the bakery a week ago.” he says earnestly. “You are just so amazing and capable; I knew you would be the one to get the promotion.”

“You did?” you ask, letting a giddy little giggle leave your lips. “That was bold of you; what would’ve happened if I didn’t get it?”

“I-I don’t know.” he stammers, “It was in the moment, and I was so focused on picking out all your favorite treats I forgot about it. I know it was a bit stupid of me.”

Your muscles twitch in lovesick anticipation; never in your life have you wanted to hold someone in your arms so badly. “I thought it was very cute of you. I miss you so much.”

The tips of his ears twitch slightly, and the blush on his cheeks from earlier settles to a nice shade of pink that suits him perfectly. “I miss you too.”

“When you get back, we can celebrate together,” you say hopefully. The statement was well-meaning, of course, but as his face falls, you regret it.

“I should be there now,” he mumbles quietly; the sound comes out just above the humming of your laptop fan.

You feel horrible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that you are doing a lot of good. I’m just being selfish.”

He looks just as worried as you do. “No, don’t apologize; I just wish I could be there for you when things like this happen.” he sighs, “This mission is taking forever; I wanna go home.” He says those words longingly, sinking into the collar of his jacket, but you can’t help but think he looks a bit like a turtle, the way he is shrinking into his metaphorical shell.

“You’ll be home soon,” you smile. “And then we can go out and celebrate the both of us.”

“Both of us?” he asks, looking a bit confused.

“Both of us,” you repeat. “After all, when you come home, it means that you will have completed your mission and helped a bunch of people; that is something worth celebrating.”

“I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting then,” he smiles, his eyes lighting up with well-deserved confidence.

“Glad to hear it,” you say, your eyes falling to the box of sweets. “I can wait to eat these too, so we can try them together.”

His eyes go wide, “Don’t do that.” he says suddenly. “They won’t taste as good if you wait that long; you should try them all, and then we can go back to the bakery, and you can show me the best ones.”

He is just too sweet; sometimes, you wonder if he raises your blood sugar. “You’ve got a deal; I’ll make notes and ~” Before you can finish your sentence, you are interrupted by some muffled shouting and noise that takes Tamaki’s attention away from you.

He presses the mute button and nods seriously at whoever is talking to him. Going into full hero mode instantly. You know what’s coming…

After a few minutes of trying and failing to read his lips to try and figure out what is going on on his end, he turns his attention back to the screen and unmutes himself. “I- guess I have to go now,” he says sullenly. “I think we are going to the next phase of the mission. I don’t want to leave you, but I~.”

“I understand,” you say, hiding the disappointment in your voice surprisingly well. “Go and be a Hero.”

“If everything goes well, I think I’ll be back in a few days,” he says hopefully, fiddling with a few of the latches and zippers on his hero suit.

“That’s great news,” you say earnestly. “I love you so much, Tamaki; please, please be safe. “

“I’ll do my best,” he breathes, shifting a bit in his seat. He can never promise such a thing, but he will do what he can to make it home safe for you. “I love you too.” just as the screen goes dark.

Now alone in your room, you look down at the box of sweets he got for you. If Tamaki took the time to pick each one out for you, it’s only fair to try one now and satiate that sweet tooth of yours.

But which one shall you try?

The number of options in front of you is almost overwhelming, but you find yourself drawn to a Yellow bundt cake with a deep violet-colored icing. The Violet coloring reminds you of your boyfriend. Curiously you read the key card that tells you what each sweet is and learn it is a Lemon Lavender Bundt cake.

As you bite into the treat, your taste buds are kissed by a beautiful combination of tart lemon batter and the floral sweetness of the lavender. It may just be one of the best things you have ever had in your life.

But what makes it taste even better is that Tamaki got it for you.

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jesuisici33 · 5 months

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2023 Writing Round Up!

Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.

i honestly didn't think i wrote/published a lot of fic this year, but that actually turned out to be a lie when i went back and checked out my stats this year so i'm pleastantly surprised and impressed with myself! so here's my writing round up!

January

Drabble Life 2023 - Jan 2nd, 2023 - (Schitt's Creek, 1.9k)

new year, new drabbles! drabbles based on weekly prompts from schittscreekdrabbleblog on tumblr

A Lesson in Flirting - Jan 3rd, 2023 (Schitt's Creek, Teen, 1.9k)

a 5+1 fic where patrick is oblivious when women flirt with him and 1 time where he knows when a man flirts with him

Public Relations - finished Jan 31st, 2023 (Schitt's Creek, E, 38k)

Patrick Brewer and Rachel Davis are everyone's favorite rom-com actors, and since this is the sixth time they're playing a couple and with the public demanding when they're going to start dating, their PR manager, Alexis Rose has them perform a PR relationship for two years to help promote their latest movie. Patrick, however has recently been casted in the new book to series adaption of The Thief and the Prince alongside David Rose, making his fake relationship with Rachel go into jeopardy

February

Month of Love - all month long (Schitt's Creek, 11.8k)

My attempt at doing 28 drabbles in 28 days!

Patrick vs. The Sexy Vets - Feb 7th, 2023 (Schitt's Creek, Teen, 461 words)

"Smiling quizzically at Dr. Miguel, Patrick was about to ask what he meant but his question died on his tongue when Miguel set the kennels down so he could take off his shirt."

Or, a little drabble of what if Patrick was there when Miguel shot that photo for that add of his?

April

Keep My Hands Tied - April 4th, 2023 (Schitt's Creek, E, 2.4k)

Right now David was on his knees in his and Patrick’s bedroom, taking steadying breaths as Patrick loped the blue rope around David’s body slowly around him. It wasn’t often David asked Patrick to dominate him. When they first got together, David found out his inclination of Patrick to be slightly wrong. But the way Patrick said, “Oh, I’m gonna get the money,” or, “You’re going to sit here and think about what you’ve done,” that time when they got back together… That tone never failed to leave David’s vivid imagination or fantasies.

June

What We Don't See At The 118 - June 20th, 2023 (911, 381 words)

Prompts I've received on tumblr*

*lol this only has one entry so far, this fic was supposed to be for little drabbles but some prompts i've recieved have grown to one-shots in my wip folder whoops

It's Photoshop - June 30th, 2023 (911:Lonestar, Teen, 567 words)

TK meets a friend who also likes bearded dragons. And Carlos' secret comes out.

July

cause i believe that we were supposed to find this- July 10th, 2023 (911: Lonestar, Teen, 3.2k)

If he did, he would’ve noticed that the countdown is less than a minute.

When the 126 find out that Allison has another baby - one not still inside her - it doesn’t take long for Paul to figure out the baby miraculously landed in a tree. And isn’t that a news story. The cop comes up to TK and asks, “How the hell-” when two distinct buzzing sounds go off.

Both men look down at their wrists.

Or, you're born with a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.

Castles Crumbling Down- July 14th, 2023 (911, Teen, 1.5k)

Eddie sits down on the bench, laying his head back against the cold stone wall. With his eyes closed and arms crossed, he hopes it fools the guards into thinking Eddie is more calm than he really is. That they can’t tell how much his heart is pounding or how his skin itches to start punching things. Again. Just like how they found him when his hood fell off and people let out cries that the Princess Assassin is here amongst them.

OR: i had a tumblr prompt in my ask box and when i watched nimona things finally clicked.

You Can Take the Man Out of the Midwest... - July 29th, 2023 (911, G, 1k)

At first, Bobby gets trolled for all things midwest, it isn't until later he can use his teammates non midwest knowledge to his advantage...

September

yes i know that he's my ex but can't two people reconnect? - Sept 25, 2023 (911:Lonestar, E, 2.8k)

seeing him tonight - it's a bad idea, right?

(fuck it, it's fine)

tagged by @wikiangela and @hippolotamus

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#can you tell when college got the better of me? lol #anyways hopefully the writing bug will bite me again soon!

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fics-by-em · 9 months

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Amorous Facades - Chapter Eleven

A wild night out leaves the lives of Jamie Tartt and Ophelia Adams more intertwined than they ever would have imagined.

Will their decision to try and use the situation to their advantage work out in their favour or will they realize that they should have cut their losses when they had the chance?

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Note: I know this chapter is a little bit late, but unfortunately that might be happening a bit more for the next little while… I have a really busy couple of weeks ahead and then I'm going on vacation for two weeks where I'll have no access to my laptop to write or post anything. Then in September I'm starting a new job. I'm still hoping to update regularly, but the once a week schedule might not be possible. I hope you can all stick with me though because I do have lots more planned for this story!

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During their first few days as an official couple, Lia saw less of Jamie than she had every other week since they met. When he left early the morning after their date and didn’t come home until well after dinner, she couldn’t help but let her anxiety get the best of her as she worried that he’d changed his mind or decided that convincing her to agree to be his girlfriend was enough for him to claim victory and he no longer cared now that the chase was over. The hours she’d spent alone that evening after she got home from work gave her enough time to spiral into her own thoughts until she’d worked up the courage to confront him almost as soon as he walked through the door.

She’d immediately blurted out her concerns and while Jamie was shocked at first, a smile slid onto his face once he’d managed to process her words. That only annoyed Lia even further - as she assumed he was making a joke of the whole situation - but he’d quickly put her mind at ease. He apologized for the lack of contact through the day and he explained that their final match of the season was coming up that weekend. It was very important that they won if they wanted to be promoted which meant that the team would be spending the rest of the week training hard for long days. That information simultaneously had Lia feeling relieved and embarrassed as she mumbled out an apology for her reaction and suggested they work on their communication.

Despite the smug smile on his face, Jamie had agreed and spent the rest of the evening teasing her about being so clingy, but from then on he’d made more of an effort to check in throughout the day. She appreciated his willingness to listen to her concerns and by the end of the week she was feeling much more confident in her decision to give Jamie a chance. He really was working hard to prove his dedication to her and she was powerless to resist his charm.

However, when the day of Richmond’s final match of the season came around, Lia found herself feeling nervous again. Jamie had left mid-morning to get in a warm-up with the team before the match started as usual on game day which left Lia to show up at Nelson Road alone, wondering what kind of reception she would receive. She walked slowly through the hallways as if she could delay the inevitable rejection, but it still didn’t take her long to find herself standing outside the door to Rebecca’s office and she took a deep breath to steady herself before knocking on the door.

“Come in!”

It was Rebecca’s voice that called out to her and she accepted the invitation to poke her head around the door to see her sitting on the couch with Keeley as she’d expected.

“Hi,” Lia smiled, relaxing slightly when they didn’t immediately recoil at the sight of her. “I know it’s short notice, but I was hoping I could sit with you two at the match today.”

“Yeah, of course, babe,” Keeley nodded, her enthusiasm putting her even more at ease. “Do you want some champagne?”

She held up her glass as if to demonstrate and Lia accepted the offer as she moved to sit beside her. She was trying to think of a way to bring up the elephant in the room as Keeley poured her a drink, but Rebecca beat her to it.

“So,” she started. “How’re things with Jamie?”

Considering she hadn’t talked to Keeley at all since Jamie’s confession and wasn’t entirely sure how she was feeling, Lia answered somewhat trepidatiously.

“Things are actually really good,” she admitted. “We’ve decided to give it a shot and try being in an actual relationship, not just a pretend one.”

“Oh my god,” Keeley squealed as she handed Lia a glass of champagne. “That’s amazing! I was so worried that Jamie had messed it up all by saying what he said, but he really didn’t mean it. I know Jamie and I know he didn’t, he’s just more emotional than people think and the funeral got the best of him.”

“That’s what he said and it’s been kinda hard to blindly trust him, but we went on a date a few days ago and he really put in some effort. It was nice.”

“That’s so exciting,” Keeley gushed. “And I promise there’s nothing between us now. I was so worried you wouldn’t wanna be friends anymore after what he said so I’m really glad you showed up today!”

“Me too,” Lia smiled. “I didn’t want things to be awkward and I believe that things are over between you, but I just worry that Jamie’s just desperate for affection from anyone, not necessarily from me.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Keeley rushed to assure her. “He’s different with you. He cares about you, I can see it.”

“It always seemed like more than just an act to me too,” Rebecca mused. “But tell us about this date? Where did you go?”

Lia felt her smile widen and she tried to control her enthusiasm as she launched into an explanation, grateful to finally get some womanly insight into the situation. She told them about the flowers, about the board game pub, the walk home and the little boy in the ice cream parlour. The way they ‘ooh’d and ‘awwe’d at all the right moments brought her some comfort as she still couldn’t help but feel like she’d maybe been won over a little too easily, but Keeley’s response when she was done telling her tale only strengthened her belief that giving Jamie a chance was the right choice.

“Wow, that is way more romantic than anything he ever did for me,” Keeley informed her. “He’s smitten, babe.”

“I didn’t think he had it in him,” Rebecca agreed. “But obviously he just needed to find the right person and it would seem that person is you.”

“You think so? I can’t shake the feeling that he’ll toss me aside once he’s had his fun.”

“Why on earth would you think that?”

The question came from Rebecca - her shock clear in her voice - but Lia simply shrugged.

“Because he’s Jamie Tartt and I’m just me, a dork who works in a bookstore. I don’t want him to get bored once the chase is over.”

“But you’re not boring,” Keeley assured her. “You’re fun and so sweet, Jamie is lucky to have you.”

“You think so?”

Lia cringed, knowing that low self-esteem wasn’t a particularly endearing thing, but she hoped that they would know it was a sincere question and not just a way for her to fish for compliments.

“Absolutely,” Rebecca nodded. “And from what I can see, you’re both good for each other. You definitely bring out the good in him.”

Lia felt practically giddy from their reassurance and hid her smile behind her glass of champagne as she mumbled out a ‘thank you’ before taking a sip and switching the conversation back onto Rebecca to get caught up on the gossip of her own slightly messy love life.

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The match was a rollercoaster of emotions and Lia wondered if they always would be now that she found herself rather invested in one of the players. The first half had things looking pretty bleak and while Lia knew it wasn’t over until it was over, she was bracing herself to spend the rest of her evening trying to comfort Jamie and help him through the loss.

However, those worries vanished from her mind shortly after the second half of the match started.

It was like Richmond were a different team and they quickly picked up the slack from the first half. It was tense and exciting, but they pulled it together enough to force a tie which was all they needed to get promoted. The girls leapt to their feet the moment the match was officially over, squealing and hugging with an enthusiasm that Lia never imagined she would feel about a sporting event before she met Jamie. The team and coaches all flooded onto the pitch as they celebrated with the roaring cheers from the crowd reaching almost deafening levels and despite the newness and instability of their relationship, Lia felt a pull towards Jamie that truly surprised her.

It was like she physically needed to be near him. She could see him on the pitch being embraced by his teammates and she craved the opportunity to do the same. The pride she felt swelling in her chest took her breath away and when the boys all jumped and ran off the pitch and Keeley suggested they head down to the locker room, Lia practically bolted for the door of the box they were sitting in. She paused briefly enough to congratulate Rebecca on her team’s win, but then she darted out into the hallway with Keeley hot on her heels.

The sound of exuberant chants echoed down the halls as soon as they got down to the main floor and Lia let out a joyful giggle as Keeley swung open the door, calling out to the team as she did. Their presence seemed to heighten the already rampant celebrations as the team let out a cheer at their arrival, but Lia was more focused on her search through the crowd for Jamie.

When her eyes finally landed on him, she felt her heart swell.

He looked relieved. He looked joyous. He looked on top of the world. And combined with his dishevelled post-match appearance, the look of success was incredibly sexy on him.

She couldn’t resist winding her way through the group until she was by his side and finally able to wrap her arms around him, finding the feel of him just as intoxicating as the sight. His strong muscles, clinging to his shirt that was damp with sweat. The deep, manly scent of his body after such an intense workout. The way he squeezed her so tight she wondered if he was ever going to let her go. It all had such a strong wave of emotion washing over her that she couldn’t stop herself from stretching up to capture his lips in a kiss.

There was a shyness to it - a moment of hesitance before she found the courage to slide her hand to the back of his neck and encourage him to dip his head - but Lia knew it was unnecessary. As far as the rest of the team was concerned, their PDA was old news. They’d been showing affection in front of the group for weeks, but it felt different now that what they had was real. The moment felt more intimate now that it wasn’t simply for show and Lia felt her cheeks growing hot as she pulled away.

“Congratulations, Jamie, you were amazing.”

“Nah, wasn’t me really,” Jamie shrugged. “Dani’s goal really sealed the deal.”

“But you let him take the shot,” she pointed out. “It was a team effort and you’ve really become a team player.”

“Thanks, babe.”

A lazy smile slid onto Jamie’s face that was so endearing that Lia found herself once again drawn to stretch up and connect their lips, but she was relieved to find that Jamie seemed to be as desperate for connection with her as she was with him as when she tried to slip out of his grasp, he tightened his arm around her waist to stop her from moving too far away.

There was a tension between them that was undeniable. It simmered through the after party in the locker room and seemed to grow with every casual touch or lingering glance. Lia felt absolutely smitten with Jamie. Seeing him in his element, celebrating after a win, bonding with the team that he’d been working so hard to prove himself too. The atmosphere amongst the group was electric and Lia was grateful to be a part of it, even more so now that she wasn’t just pretending.

And as Jamie’s touches grew bolder, she felt it was safe to assume that he was feeling the same way about her. His hand drifting down to squeeze her bum when no one was looking, letting his thumb slip under her shirt to stroke at the skin of her lower back when his arm was settled around her waist, the way he kept leaning in close to whisper things in her ear even when such closeness wasn’t really necessary almost as if he was just looking for an excuse to let his breath wash over her skin. There was no way that Jamie couldn’t feel the spark crackling between them and crawling up his spine the way that she could.

And so - if Jamie was intent on driving her wild - she decided to return the favour.

Being seductive or flirtatiously teasing wasn’t her forte, but the beer that she was sipping on helped her find a little inspiration - both due to its contents and design. She was deep in conversation with Isaac - the team Captain - and Colin - one of his teammates - when the alcohol she’d been sipping and the burn of Jamie’s gaze on her helped the idea take shape in her mind. Nodding along to what Isaac was saying as he told her some in depth information about a play they’d been practicing, she glanced over at Jamie and made eye contact as she deliberately let the neck of the bottle rest between her lips for just a moment longer than necessary, sucking gently in a way that she hoped would be at least somewhat suggestive. She saw Jamie’s jaw clench as he watched her and she bit back a smile as she turned her attention back to the men she was talking to, but it didn’t take long for her to feel an arm slide around her waist and she didn’t even need to glance up to know that it was Jamie.

For the rest of the post-game celebration, Jamie didn’t let her out of his grasp and Lia was more than happy to stay cuddled up against his side. When the team started discussing where to move the party and which club to take the celebrations to, she was relieved when Jamie turned down the invitation and suggested that they just head home. She eagerly agreed, but was surprised that when they got into the taxi to go home, Jamie became more withdrawn. The affection that he’d been lavishing on her all night was gone as he sat on the far side of the car, focusing his gaze out the window. It was reminiscent of how they’d been when their relationship was just an act and it was a stark contrast to the way he’d been all evening.

She tried not to let her anxiety bubble to the surface and get the best of her - assuming instead that perhaps he was just tired as the adrenaline of the match started to fade away rather than that he wasn’t truly interested in her - but she was still buzzing from the way they’d been teasing each other all night. Desperate for some kind of physical touch, she reached out to take his hand and was relieved when he turned his head to flash her a smile before interlacing their fingers.

It was sometime during their drive home that Lia started formulating another idea - one that was only emboldened by the fact that Jamie announced that he was in dire need of a shower almost as soon as they walked through the door.

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Jamie had barely been in the shower for five minutes when he heard a knock at the door before it slowly cracked open.

“Jamie? Can I come in?”

The question was tentative and only added to Jamie’s confusion. In all the time they’d lived together, neither of them had dared to enter the bathroom while the other one was showering. The glass door left nothing to the imagination and as soon as she entered the bathroom he would be fully exposed to her. It was a thought made his cock twitch despite his concern about her urgent need to talk to him.

“Course you can,” he called back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she squeaked as she poked her head around the door. He noted with pride that her eyes widened at the sight of him, but the next words out of her mouth left him the one feeling stunned. “I was just wondering if I could join you?”

He stared in disbelief as she shrugged the bathrobe that she’d changed into off of her shoulders and stood before him completely naked.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned. “How could I say no to that?”

After the weeks of self-restraint, he felt himself begin to stiffen just from letting his eyes roam over her body, admiring her pert breasts and soft curves that he’d been fantasizing about for so long as her cheeks flushed a deep red and she open the door that separated them. When she moved under the water to let her hands trace over his damp chest, he grew thick and heavy as his cock strained for some of her attention. He was almost scared to move or even breathe in case it snapped her out of whatever trance she’d fallen into, but as she bit her lip and mumbled out a soft yet appreciative ‘wow, Jamie’, he couldn’t help but question her.

“What’s all this about?” He asked softly, hoping he didn’t sound in any way ungrateful. “I thought you wanted to take things slow.”

“I do,” she admitted. “But I thought you deserved a little appreciation after your performance today. You were so good, Jamie. It was so amazing to watch you.”

Her words came out like a purr and the thick honey tone was all his cock needed to swell to its full potential, but he tried to stay focused as he made sure she was serious about the situation.

“S’just the job,” he choked out. “It’s nothing special.”

“It was special,” she insisted. “You were incredible. I was so proud to be wearing your jersey, for everyone in the crowd to be thinking that I’m your wife.”

The praise sent shivers down his spine as he flushed at her words, but the request that came next almost short-circuited his brain.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes! Fuck, Lia, please.”

He answered immediately, feeling his desperation climbing quicker than he was used to. But then again, he wasn’t used to being celibate for as long as he had been and a release with someone other than his hand was very much needed. He knew that he was very close to sounding like he was begging - something he wasn’t particularly used to doing in bed - but in that moment he would have promised her anything to get her hands to slide down his stomach the way that they were. When she took him in her hand, he couldn’t hold back the moan that slid from his lips and he kept his eyes from fluttering shut just long enough to see her peering up at her from under her long eyelashes with wide eyes.

“You’re so big…” He knew he was at least a little bit above average, but the awe and delight in her voice had a wave of pride washing over him. She had an air of innocence about her despite the bold way she’d come onto him and he was finding it hard to hold himself back. However, he didn’t have to struggle with his restraint for long before she sank to her knees, staring at his cock with a hungry look in her eyes. “I can’t wait to taste you…”

She looked up at him, almost as if she was waiting for permission, but he didn’t trust his voice not to crack so he simply nodded. That was all the encouragement she needed as she eagerly took him into her mouth earning a hiss of pleasure from Jamie as his head tipped back into the warm stream of the shower. He’d had a few doubts about the level of experience that Lia had, but it was soon obvious that he had nothing to worry about because if she was unpracticed then she was a natural talent.

The warmth, the pressure, the pace that she set. It was like she knew exactly what he needed even before he did. She took him deep, gagging slightly in a way that was another little boost to his ego, but his chivalrous side came out as he let one hand slide to her the back of her head to help steady her movements and keep her comfortable. He was careful to keep his grip loose - more to guide than to control - as she clearly needed very little help from him.

He watched completely entranced as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him so enthusiastically that it was like she was honoured to do it. As her hand drifted from his thigh to gently cup and tease his balls, an obscene sound left his mouth and he felt himself quickly heading towards a peak. He knew it hadn’t taken long and usually he would have been feeling a little more sheepish about his lack of control, but he was too wrapped up in his pleasure to care.

“Babe,” he choked out, knowing he needed to warn her before he was too far gone to form any words. “I’m close.”

The only indication that she’d heard was a slight increase of her tempo and as he felt her tongue drag pointedly along the vein on the underside of his cock, Jamie was lost in his pleasure to repeat himself. His fist clenched as his other hand tightened its grip on Lia’s hair and he resisted the urge to buck into her mouth, letting out a strangled cry as the rush of his release washed over him.

His knees felt weak as his heart raced in his chest, but even when Lia pulled away to swallow, she used her hand to gently stroke him until he came back down from his high. And once his mind began to clear, he reached down to offer her a hand and help her back to her feet.

“Fuckin’ hell, babe,” he murmured. “Where did that come from?”

“You deserved it,” she smiled. “Was it okay?”

“Okay? You were fucking amazing,” he assured her. “Didn’t expect you to be so bold.”

She blushed so hard that even her chest was flushed and a glimmer of the more trepidatious girl he was used to reappeared.

“I can be bold when I need to be.”

Based on what he’d seen so far, Jamie had no argument to that claim. There was obviously far more to Lia than he’d expected and he was excited to peel back even more of her layers.

“Yeah? Well, so can I,” he informed her. “How about we get out of this shower and I can return the favour?”

She bit her lip as his words made her shiver against him, but to his surprise she shook her head.

“No, it’s okay,” she assured him. “Tonight was about you.”

“You don’t want me to? It should be about both of us. You were just saying what a team player I am.”

His words were said with a smirk and he felt Lia giggle as she leaned her head against his chest.

“You are, but I didn’t expect any reciprocation. I just wanted to do something special for you.”

“Touching you would be pretty special too.” He slid his hand down to cup the cheek of her bum, revelling in the feel of her smooth skin and noting the way she turned her body slightly when he gave it a little squeeze, almost as if she was opening herself up to him. “But you didn’t answer my question. Do you want me to?”

She whimpered in response as Jamie let his hand drift over the curve of her hip, but he waited and simply rubbed his thumb against her skin until she gave him proper confirmation.

“Yes…”

It was a short response, but it was almost as desperate as Jamie's earlier plea and after her efforts to bring him pleasure, Jamie wasn’t going to make her ask twice.

Sliding his hand lower, he was somewhat surprised to find that the skin between her legs was bare. It was a detail that escaped his notice when she’d first dropped her robe, but now his mind had been cleared by his release, it caught his attention and he shelved the thought for another time to avoid embarrassing her or doing anything that might cause her to make him stop his exploration. Instead, he stayed quiet as his hand dipped lower until she parted her legs to grant him more access and the wetness he found between them had another groan falling from his lips.

“Fuck, babe, you’re soaked,” he informed her, as if she might be unaware. “Is this all for me?”

He stroked her gently, letting his fingers trail just beside the sensitive bud that he knew would be desperate for his attention as she murmured out a soft ‘mhmm’. He could feel her hand gripping his bicep as he watched her eyes drift shut and a moan slipped from her lips as he let a finger dip gently inside her. She was tight and the thought of the muscles that were gripping his finger being wrapped around his cock was almost enough to have him twitching back to life, but he kept his focus on her as he paid attention to the movements that earned him coos of pleasure or gasps of encouragement. It wasn’t long before he added another finger to his explorations, enjoying the way she stretched around him as his thumb came to settle finally on the bundle of nerves he’d been carefully avoiding. The sound she made at the contact was one of pure bliss and had Jamie feeling desperate to see her fall apart under his touch.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he groaned. “Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum, wanna feel it.”

His encouragement had her whimpering again, but he could tell from the quick rise and fall of her chest and the way her nails were digging into his skin that she was close. He kept his movements steady and it only took a few more moments for her to come undone, letting out a moan that sent shivers down his spine as he felt her clench around him. He coaxed her through it until she was quivering him against him when he slowly moved his hand away.

She clung to him, but as her breathing steadied and he felt her heartbeat slow in her chest, he realized the water washing over them was starting to get cold.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The words were murmured into her hair and he felt her nod as she stumbled away from him as if she was in a daze. He smirked, knowing that if she was shaken now she would be absolutely wrecked when he was able to really take his time with her, but he also knew that she seemed sincere when she insisted that she still wanted to take things slow. Considering she’d just given him far more than he’d expected to get anytime soon, he was more than happy to respect her wishes and he turned off the water before grabbing a towel and following her out of the bathroom, eager not to let her too far out of his sight.

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chapter twelve

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My Friend Eric

Part 5

After my strip search had been completed I was made to dress out in a bright yellow jumpsuit with 'Sentenced' stencilled down the leg and on the back. Most of the other prisoners were in orange jumpsuits, the yellow one singled me out. It showed that I wouldn't be here long. I was off to the state penitentiary. That would give me status in this place. I wasn't in here for a bit of weed or DUI. I was destined for long term incarceration. After fresh mugshots were taken, shots that would no doubt appear on the evening news and across the internet, I was taken to the cell block. The block was busy and noisy. At first, they didn't seem to know which cell to put me in, but I was soon allocated one with a young guy called Scott.

As I entered the cell and the door slammed behind me. Scott immediately vacated the bottom bunk. He obviously knew what the yellow uniform was and if he didn't there was always 'SENTENCED' to make sure there was no misunderstanding. Scott must have looked as I did when I first spent a few nights in jail, young and a bit scared. I settled on my bunk and it wasn't long before we started chatting. It transpired that he was serving a short sentence for DUI and possession. He was in college and hoping he could get back without too many consequences. I gave him some reassurance that I had been in a similar position a few years ago. though I could hardly say 'well look at me now'!

It wasn't long before we started on the subject of my sentence and how I felt about going to the pen, what it was like and going there for life. I'd been to prison before, it was a while ago, but at least I knew what to expect. We had nothing else to talk about so I told Scott how I once came to be incarcerated for a three year stretch.

I was four years out of college and doing quite well for myself. Eric's father had some connections at a stock broker’s in New York and got me an interview there. I managed to land the job and really enjoyed the work. It wasn't long before I had been promoted and was earning six figures. As my wage increased so did my spending. I managed to get myself a nice apartment in a good area of town, I bought myself a new Audi sports car, I shopped in the designer stores, wore made to measure suits and handmade shoes. Life was good, very good, before the fateful trip to celebrate Eric's 25th birthday.

After leaving college, Eric had taken a job in his dad's law firm, but after a few years he realised that being a lawyer was not for him. It took him a while to get away from the job, I know his dad was keen for him to follow in his footsteps, but Eric was determined to follow a different path and he eventually got a senior job on the staff of a newly elected congressman. Although we now lived a thousand miles apart and hadn't seen each other in a couple of years, we still managed to keep in contact pretty regularly. I was delighted that Eric had found himself a more fulfilling career.

I flew back to my home town one Friday evening in July. It was the first time I had been back since getting the job in New York. It was Eric's birthday the following day and he was going to have a party at his place. He picked me up from the airport that evening. I remember seeing him as I walked out of the arrival hall. He was beaming and gave me a huge welcoming hug.

'It's been too long buddy' he said. He took my bag and we went out to find his car. Once again I found myself admiring how hot he looked. He was in shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt with flip flops. Once in the car we found ourselves chatting away as if we had only seen each other the previous day. It was so good to be in his company again and I think he thought the same about me.

As we drove out of the airport and headed towards town he asked if I could pass him his sunglasses from the glove compartment. I opened it up and as I picked them up I saw a pistol sitting in there.

'What the hell's with the gun?' I said, taking it out to look at it. 'You into bank robbery now?'

He laughed. ‘No, there have been a few robberies locally so I thought I should get one for protection. Just been to the range this morning.’

I put it back and closed the glove compartment and soon forgot about the weapon as we headed back to his place. That evening we sat and talked and drank just like old times. Like those college years when we shared an apartment. It was so good to be back in his company once more. I vowed to come back more often and also got a promise from him that he would visit me in New York once the forthcoming election was over in November.

Eric's party took place the following evening at his place. I didn't know many of the guests, most were colleagues or recent friends, but Eric introduced me as his best friend and it was like I had an elevated status. The only person I did recognise was Andy, the guy I shared a cell with down in Florida. We chatted briefly, but he looked apprehensive as he introduced his girlfriend to me. Andy was one of the hottest kids back in high school, but it was now obvious that he had peaked in the looks department. It was only seven or so years since that night in the cell, but he had now put on some weight, his hair was starting to recede and lines were forming around his eyes. It was strange how quickly people could change in appearance.

The party was great fun, everyone enjoying themselves until about a couple of hours in, when there was an almighty crash. Those of us who were hanging around outside rushed back into the house to find that one of Eric's friends had fallen on the table that had held all the bottles of spirits, bottles now broken all over the floor.

'Fucking hell Phil, what have you done?' The guy's girlfriend was screaming.

Phil was clearly off his face and started to apologise to Eric.

'I'll pay for some more liquor' he spluttered.

'It's okay Phil, there's plenty left'.

Only there wasn't. Sure, we still had beers and wine, but the party was warming up and the last thing we needed was to run out of alcohol.

'Give me your keys, Eric, and I'll run down to the liquor store'.

After I assured him that I was fine to drive, he gave me the keys and I went outside to get his car. Before I got there I heard Phil running after me.

'Hey, wait for me, it's my fault. I'll come and pay for it'.

That was my big mistake, letting Phil get in. We pulled out of the drive and drove down the road for about a mile where there was a liquor store. We both went in and bought a lot of drink. Phil didn't have enough money on him, so I ended up paying for it. I didn't want Eric's party to be a blow out. We carried it back to the car and as I opened the trunk, Phil turned to me and said 'I won't be a minute' and rushed off.

I sat in the car for about five minutes before he came back.

'Done what you need to do?' I asked.

'Yeah' he said with a big grin on his face as he waved a couple of bags of coke in my face.

'Fuck, put that away will you. What do you think you're doing? You didn’t have enough money to replace the drink you smashed, but you had some for that'.

I was so annoyed that I drove off a lot quicker than I should have and it wasn't long before there were flashing lights in my rear-view mirror.

'Oh that's fucking brilliant! Listen, I'm going to pull into the next side street. As I do, chuck that as far as you can out of the window.’

Phil didn't say anything. I put my indicator on and turned right, into the side street. The police car was about ten seconds behind me, enough time for Phil to throw the coke, but as I pulled up he leapt out of the car and ran off leaving the coke on the passenger seat. By the time I picked it up the police car was right behind me so I just put it straight in the glove compartment.

The cop made no move to chase Phil, they clearly hadn't seen him. He got out of his car and slowly walked up to the driver's door.

'Good evening Sir, can I see your driver's licence and registration please', he said as he shone his flashlight in my face.

I handed him the documents. I explained that it wasn't my car, but that I was just collecting some drink for a party. He wanted me to show him what was in the trunk and to provide a receipt for the purchase. This I had and when he looked at it he seemed satisfied. I started to relax.

He told me that he could smell alcohol and that he would need to carry out a sobriety test. I had done these before and never failed one so was pretty confident. I shouldn't have been. At the end of it he informed me that he suspected I was driving under the influence of alcohol and that I was under arrest. By this time another police car had pulled up.

'Hey Jerry,' the newly arrived cop shouted. 'You need a hand?'

'I'm just taking him into custody' he said, and handcuffs snapped around my wrists. 'Could you secure the car?'

My hands were now firmly cuffed behind my back and Jerry had started to walk me towards his cruiser, when the other cop called out.

'Hey Jerry, you got to take a look at this'.

With one hand on my arm Jerry guided me over to the passenger door where the other cop was. In one latex gloved hand he held up the packets of coke that Phil had acquired before running off, and in the other Eric's gun.

To be continued…

#arrest #jail #prison

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madelineserenity · 5 days

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Matron Angst

for fredthemosquito

lord i am so tired but writing this wasn't actually that hard, it was just getting started that i was dragging my feet on

also i decided that instead of writing present-day matron, i wanted to delve into her past instead. that was purely out of interest and realising i haven't done that yet, and has nothing to do with a lack of ideas with the former timeframe. yup. nothing to do with that at all siree.

i love friday afternoons 🥳

Her life was perfect.

She was certainly no trophy wife; she wasn't much younger than her husband and didn't have the ideal feminine figure, too muscular after her years of constant housework and maintaining the veggie garden. She wasn't the prettiest lady either by society's standards, but she didn't mind. After all, he made her feel like she was, and that was all she needed. She had been a working woman, too, until she lost her career to the Depression. Her son was 1-and-a-half-years-old then. It was hard, very hard, but she managed to find joy regardless of the struggles she and her new family faced.

After losing her job, she, like other newly-unemployed women, returned to being a housewife. She didn't miss work all that much. She wrote to her old co-workers, looked after her son, and soon her daughter as well, she planted the garden for when food was expensive or completely unavailable, she sewed, and she looked after the household.

At 5:30 sharp every afternoon, she stopped watching the stove briefly, carrying one child on each hip, to greet her husband as he arrived home from his work as a car repairman. Often, it was with a kiss before he took their son off her hip to tell him about his workday. Her daughter sat on the kitchen floor watching her mother cook instead.

They'd have a hot supper as a family before the children washed up and begged their father for a story. She was better at coming up with them, but she couldn't deny his talent for storytelling with such emotion in his voice. They sat by the kids' beds, with her brushing her daughter's hair out as the three of them listened closely to his exciting tales. Sometimes, there was time for a slow, candlelit dance together in the living room after the children were put to bed. They went to bed, and repeated it again the next day.

Her life was perfect.

As time wore on, her children grew and grew until they themselves had married and forged families of their own. The Depression finally came to an end. The motor repair industry had only found more and more success, but her husband never worked more than a 9 to 5. His evenings were dedicated to being there for his children, spending time with his wife, and indulging in those late-night slow waltzes. That was, until the kids were no longer kids and they left the nest. He came home one night excitedly announcing a promotion at work. It meant more hours per week, but he assured her it'd be worth it. They would retire comfortably, in a cozy home, together.

So, she continued on with her usual life. She never returned to work, believing she'd never need to with her husband's new, higher salary. She didn't write to many of her old co-workers anymore, friendships having slowly faded over the years. She called her son and daughter on the telephone at least twice a week. The veggie garden was replaced with flowers and bushes that required less labour to thrive. She took up knitting, and she took care of the household. She had a lovely, hot supper on the table by 7 now, instead of 6. She soon found herself wrapping up everything spare her own portion to put in the fridge and reheat for him whenever he got home.

She missed the cheeky pecks on the cheek. She missed the dancing, the heated, passionate nights in bed and the time spent together. She missed the compliments. She missed feeling beautiful.

That was alright. She was in her later years now, her hair greying steadily. She didn't have the energy to get on her hands and knees in the garden, harvesting potatoes and beans anymore. Who was she to wish her husband paid more attention to her, when he came home exhausted every night after putting food on the table?

She never complained. She listened as he vented about his frustrations with his superiors. Whenever he'd let her, she'd massage his tense shoulders and light a cigar for him before bed. She never mentioned how much she missed waking up next to him in the mornings, only for him to lie down and rest on the sofa after work, instead of next to her.

He wouldn't be having supper with her tonight. Another important dinner with some superiors, he'd said. She made sure his shoes were polished and clean, ironed one of his best shirts, and was pulling a blue suit jacket out of the closet to iron next when she noticed a white box tucked right in the back. Some shoeboxes had formed a slight layer of dust on top, but this one was pristine, presumably recently disturbed. What was it? She couldn't remember what the box was, although she assumed her memory was just failing her these days.

She pulled it out, suit jacket discarded on the neatly made bed as she opened it to find countless letters. Some were addressed to him, the others to some woman she didn't know. Why were they hidden from view was her question. The first few seemed perfectly normal after all.

Only, they didn't stay normal. Invitations to late night rendezvous and lustful professions of attraction signed with a lipstick marks. Increasingly explicit and detailed descriptions of... of what he would do to this woman. Or what she would do to him. She became increasingly desperate for answers and disgusted by what she read.

"See you tonight." signed off by him was the last straw before she threw the box into the opposite wall, one corner leaving a hole in the wallpaper and drywall. The letters scattered across the floor. She gasped for breath through her choked tears, lowering herself onto her bed slowly.

When he opened the bedroom door opened that afternoon to get changed for his "dinner", he was met with his wife raging and crying, mascara ruined and dripping down her cheeks, and the perfectly sharpened blade of a kitchen knife.

She thought her life was perfect.

For how long had it all been in her head?

#dark deception #torment therapy #reaper nurses #requested #matron #angst

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blu-joons · 2 years

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You Appear On Weekly Idol ~ Lee Hyukjae

Your heart was pounding as you took your name badge from your manager and placed it onto your outfit, glancing up into the mirror to check how it looked, straightening out any of the creases that it made in your cardigan.

“Suits you,” a voice smiled from the doorway of your dressing room, causing your body to tense up as you glanced through the reflection of the mirror to see Hyukjae staring back at you.

He walked in straight away as he met your eyes, coming up alongside you as you turned back around to face him properly. The smile on his face grew as he looked at the badge that you wore, letting go of a chuckle as the moment he had dreamt about for so long finally came true.

As soon as you mentioned to Hyukjae that your group was making a comeback he was onto the producers of Weekly Idol. There was no way that he could let another promotion pass for you without getting you to appear on his show.

Luckily for him, the producers were just as keen to introduce the dynamic between the two of you on the show. Everyone seemed to love your relationship, which of course, meant that the ratings were about to go through the roof.

“How are you feeling?” Hyukjae asked you as his arm wrapped around your waist lightly.

A sheepish smile appeared on your face, “excited, nervous. I don’t really know what to expect.”

His head nodded back at you, keeping his eyes on you. “You know that I’ll look after you, it’ll just be like every other show that you guys have been on.”

Having already recorded Knowing Bros with Heechul, and an appearance on Jeongsu’s new show too, you were used to working with the group’s members. But Hyukjae was different, working with your partner was something that you’d never done before.

“I’m nervous too,” Hyukjae suddenly told you as you went silent, “I want to make sure I do a good job to make you guys look good too.”

“You’ve just got to do what you usually do; the girls and I always watch the show every week and laugh at how funny you are, don’t change just because I’m here Hyuk.”

Hyukjae nodded as he let go of a shaky breath, finding himself surprisingly overwhelmed all of a sudden. It was quickly beginning to sink in for him who he was presenting for, and who he needed to make standout in front of the camera too.

“You and Kwanghee are a great team,” you reminded him, resting your hand over his that was against your waist, “even if you make a few jokes at my expense, I won’t mind, you’ve just got to do what you need to do.”

Hyukjae smiled weakly back across at you, “I could never let you look bad, Kwanghee’s already shown me some of the jokes that he wants to make today.”

“And how many did you tell him to cut for being inappropriate?” You joked, knowing Hyukjae all too well.

Just like Hyukjae, Kwanghee also wanted to make the show perfect for you and your group. Through Hyukjae, he had struck up a close friendship too and didn’t want to let either of you down by saying the wrong thing.

Your relationship both complicated and excited things, whilst you were looking forward to showing a different side to the two of you, you didn’t want things to become awkward, or let the focus be on the two of you for too long.

“How’s everyone else feeling about being on the show? Are they nervous like you?” Hyukjae asked, spinning around to see your other members getting prepped by various members of staff.

Without them, you knew that Weekly Idol was a show that you wouldn’t find yourself on. They had been the driving forces to get you on the show and stop you fretting about appearing with Hyukjae for the first time.

“They’re excited to mess around with you,” you chuckled in reply to Hyukjae, “they’re hoping that you’ve picked some good games for us to play with you.”

“I picked ones that I knew you were good enough,” Hyukjae whispered.

“Are you trying to make me look good,” you laughed, tapping against his chest with your free hand, “you’ll get me into trouble.”

Hyukjae’s head shook with a teasing grin, “I’ve got to use my role as an MC to an advantage somehow, what better use than with you?”

Just as Hyukjae fell silent, several staff members began to call down the corridor for everyone to start with their finishing touches. With that, Hyukjae pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving your dressing room so that you could get ready.

“What’s he up to?” Your leader laughed as she noticed Hyukjae running out of the dressing room to finish getting his makeup touched up before the start of filming.

“Just came to say that he hopes it goes well,” you shyly told her, deciding to keep quiet about the plan for games that Hyukjae had come up with.

They could all see how wide your smile was, excited for the chance to finally feature on Hyukjae’s show. “Are you still a little bit nervous to me on?”

“Honestly, I think I’m good,” you replied to your eldest member, wiping over your name badge. “Seeing Hyuk really just eased my mind, and if something goes wrong, between Kwanghee and Hyukjae, they’ll manage to make it funny.”

“We’ll be on our best behaviour in front of Hyukjae too,” your leader promised as one of the members of staff led you and the rest of the group out of your dressing room and through onto the set where the show would be filmed.

It was a set that you had seen several times before from your various visits to see Hyukjae whilst he filmed but knowing that you were going to be on the other side of the camera had your heart racing a little bit.

Hyukjae and Kwanghee were already in position as you were all led just to the side of the white set, waiting to be introduced. You talked amongst yourselves as the crew set the final bits up, waiting for your call to pay attention.

“He’s looking over here,” one of your members told you, catching Hyukjae’s eye as soon as they looked around the set, “or I think he’s more looking just at you Y/N.”

Your head snapped around to look across to Hyukjae, shaking your head as he offered you a wide smile, assuring you once again that you had nothing to worry about. A loud chuckle came from him as your eyes rolled, the noise enough for several staff members to look around.

“Sorry!” Hyukjae called out, holding his hand up apologetically to the members of staff.

The smile on your face was wide as you turned back around to face your group. “We can expect a lot of trouble with you two today, can’t we? We’ll pop because of this.”

“Blame Hyukjae, I have a feeling that he’ll be trouble,” you told them all, pointing across to where he was stood as you pleaded your innocence, “you guys knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be on the show.

“I think we’ll get plenty of attention when this episode airs, because of you guys,” your leader chuckled across to you.

“Don’t say that, Hyukjae really will take all the credit.”

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bitchesgetriches · 2 years

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What's your opinion of being "over-employed"?

In my situation I work as a bar tender in a fancy high dining restaurant. Money is good, easiest service jobs I ever worked, hours and managers are reasonable and fair. But I could use steadier income, or at least I have my education in data analysis and know I could find steadier income. I have actually recently got a job offer that is promising, office job with flexibility for work from home (crucial want for me), much better pay than I expected, and well within my skill set and a use of my data analyst skill. My issue is I still really like my restaurant job, the tips are good but I know the slow season is soon, I am good at my job such that I have been offered promotions to management but I know I would not be as happy with the job as a manager of the restaurant as I am bartending. This new office jobs pay is $40/hr to start with eventual salary options in the future. My current job reaches above $40/hr in the busier seasons, but 15/hr in the slower. Still the problem is I LIKE it. Like I like the work and the service industry dealing with rapid environment and giving high quality dining experience in a nice high quality restaurants. I want to be able to work an office job weekdays and work bartending weekends. Its not unheard of, I have known some to do this in the restaurant industry. But is it possible even for a just a couple years? Or should I just pick one already.

The big risk here, my dear, is burnout. And only you can say what your tolerance is for overworking.

You're right--lots of people do it! My husband Bear worked in bars and worked an office job for almost 3 years. He'd work 9-5 at a children's nonprofit, then Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights he was a bouncer at a downtown club from like 9pm-3am. It meant that he spent pretty much every Sunday just catching up on sleep, but he did it to make a dent in his student loans and save money for an engagement ring.

But it was hard, exhausting work! Human beings are not meant to work nonstop. We biologically need rest.

That said, you're in a nicely flexible position. I strongly recommend you take the higher-paying job, and ask your boss at the restaurant if you can cut down your hours there, especially during the slow season. A couple things can then happen:

Your boss says no and you're down to one steady-paying job. If you don't like this new job, great news! High end bartenders are in high demand. You can always go back to bartending later.

Your boss says yes, but eventually you get burned out doing two jobs. Then you can quit one and stick with the other. Either way, you made a little extra money for a while and you're still employed.

Your boss says no, and you decide not to take the new job and just keep things as-is. You still have a job you like!

Truly, this is a very low-risk decision, financially speaking. So just be realistic about the level of stress and work you can handle. Oh, and remember this:

Why You Should Take a Break: The Importance of Rest and Relaxation

{ MASTERPOST } Everything You Need to Know about Self-Care

#burnout #stress #overworking

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backtothestart02 · 1 year

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Until There Was You - 1/7 | westallen fanfiction

Westallen secret santa gift

For: @dickandcr

From: @backtothestart02

Rating: T - for some language and suggestive material

Christmas note: I hope you enjoy! Have an amazing holiday season!

Chapter 1 -

Linda could tell from the moment Iris pushed open the door at the New York Times, even from all the way across the room, that something was wrong. And that something wrong was probably Eddie.

Iris looked very fashionable in her marble, form-fitting dress beneath the black, wool peacoat she wore over and the knitted hat and gloves from her grandma Esther, but the smile on her face was forced, and it immediately fell as soon as she landed in the chair behind her desk and stared straight ahead at her best friend, her hands folded beneath her chin, waiting.

“We broke up.”

“Oh, no,” Linda tried to infuse her voice with sadness, but the flickering look in her best friend’s eyes told her she hadn’t succeeded. “What?” she deadpanned.

“You’re not very convincing, Lin.” She paused. “It’s okay to say you didn’t like the guy.”

Linda shrugged helplessly.

“I didn’t like the guy.”

“Putting it mildly,” Iris muttered, booting up her computer. “You hated his guts.”

Linda winced.

“I was that obvious, huh?”

Iris met her hesitant gaze with a deadly stare again, and Linda leaned back in her seat.

“What do you want from me, Iris? You’re my best friend, and he was treating you like crap.”

Iris frowned.

“He was no-”

“He was – is – a workaholic. He never put you first. He forgot birthdays, anniversaries, promotions? Come on. This is a good thing. You’ll find someone new, someone better. Someone who will treat you like the princess you obviously are and the TV anchor you’re bound to become.”

Iris managed to smile at that last bit.

“Baby steps.” She pursed her lips after opening up a document. “First I have to get out of this hell hole.”

“New York Times? A ‘hell hole’? Iris Ann West, I am shocked by your language.”

Iris looked up at her bestie again and sent her the third impenetrable glare of the morning. Linda only smiled in response and began typing on her own computer for the day’s work.

…

It was an hour passed when she should’ve gone home when a familiar face appeared beside her desk. Iris was only too glad Linda wasn’t there to tell him off before she did.

“Eddie.”

“Hi, Iris.”

“What…” She scrambled to put her stuff together, so she could scurry out the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I think we need to talk.”

She felt the tension building up in her. Without caring that her computer was fully shut down or not, she flicked off the monitor and started to push her arms into her coat, pulling her long hair free of the collar.

“I thought we already talked.”

“You talked, I listened. I didn’t get to talk.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed past him.

“Your silence spoke volumes.”

He sighed.

“Let’s try again.”

“No.”

“No? You don’t even want to hear my argument?”

She folded her arms and told herself she’d give him 30 seconds. She only needed five.

“I quit my job.”

Her eyes bulged, and her jaw dropped.

“You what?! I never asked you to do that!”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Eddie, you need a job. You just also need to learn a good work-life balance or you’re not going to keep anyone around for long, no matter how loyal they are.”

“I kept you for five years, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. I’m a rare breed.”

She headed for the door.

“Iris, Iris, stop!”

She stopped, her hand on the door.

“Look, they wanted me to stay really bad.”

“I’m sure they did. You’re likely their most dedicated worker.”

“Was.”

“Right.”

“Iris, I’ve already had an offer from multiple other places. I’ve been looking for someplace different for a while, someplace with a less crazy schedule, so that you and I can actually see each other.”

Slowly, she turned to look at him.

“You have?”

He nodded and cautiously approached her.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I was planning a dinner…candlelight…maybe we’d end up in the bedroom…”

“Eddie.”

“And then you had to go and break up with me before our dinner reservation…” He lifted his watch to look at the time. “In 20 minutes.”

Her jaw dropped.

“You didn’t cancel it?”

He took her hands in his own, and for some bizarre reason she let him.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to.”

She was torn.

“Come on, Ms. West. Give me one more chance? I promise you won’t regret it.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip.

“Or at least give me dinner. I paid a pretty price for that reservation.”

“Fine.”

“Yeah?” he asked, excitedly.

“Dinner only, and only because I’m hungry, and I have a feeling you reserved my favorite restaurant?”

“I did indeed.”

She scoffed.

“Of course.”

He extended his elbow for her to loop her arm through, and they walked out the door.

“Don’t get any ideas, Thawne. This is not me giving in.”

But of course, it was.

…

Under warmer weather in Central City, Missouri, Barry Allen chowed away on his mother’s famous spaghetti for dinner. He lived across the street, which was perfect, considering how big of a mama’s boy he was. It was not convenient, however, for his long-distance girlfriend, Patty Spivot, who’d moved out to her dream location of New York City as soon as they’d graduated from college.

“That was quick,” Nora Allen said, taking note of her son’s empty plate moments later.

“Oops,” he said with his mouth full.

She tousled his hair.

“My beautiful boy…” She pushed his chin up so that his mouth closed. “Chew with your mouth closed.”

He chewed as she said and swallowed, then promptly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Yes, Mother.”

Her eyes twinkled when she sat down beside him.

“Was that Patty on the phone?”

And it was. It had been. Shortly before dinner they’d talked…for 10 minutes. Their calls were getting shorter and shorter, their texts less and less. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d said I love you – or had phone sex for that matter.

“Oh, uh, yeah, it was.”

He got up to rinse his plate and stick it in the dishwasher.

“I was thinking…” Nora continued. “What if you went to New York for the holidays?”

“What?”

“You haven’t seen her in a while. It might be a nice surprise.”

He shrugged.

“I always have Christmas with you and dad though.”

“I know,” she said, going over to him. “But we’ll be here when you get back – or even if you decide to stay.”

He frowned.

“Decide to stay?”

“You’ve been in the relationship for a long time, honey. And your father and I can see it slowly draining the life out of you. You only have two choices here.”

“And those are?”

“Find a way to reinvigorate it – or end it.”

“And visiting for the holidays would reinvigorate it? For how long though?”

“Moving there might do the trick.”

“But you and Dad-”

“You’re almost 30, honey. The phone works fine for staying in contact. And you can visit us whenever you want.”

“But-”

“I want you to start your own life. Either here or someplace else, but don’t let us be the reason you’re not going.”

“You want me to move across the country for a girl?”

“For the woman you’ve loved for the past five years? Maybe.” She squeezed his shoulder. “Just think about it.”

He nodded halfheartedly and sunk into himself.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay, I will.”

#westallen #westallen secret santa #westallen secret santa 2022 #backtothestart02 fanfiction #westallen fanfiction

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jesuisici33 · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

thank you anon!

1.Let's Play a Game- Spies Are Forever. (E) (my first published fic on this account)

Sometimes both Curt and Owen like to use their spy skills to have some fun in the bedroom.

2.Public Relations -Schitt's Creek (E) (my first multichap fic, a test to prove I can write a multichap fic and finish it, and I did!)

3. Clandestine Meetings-Schitt's Creek (E) (my kinkiest fic to date)

Patrick goes to a bar looking to get laid and meets the one man who can make all his fantasies come true.

4. cause i believe that we were supposed to find this - 911: Lonestar (T) (my first soulmate fic, and got a bigger response than I thought with such sweet comments i love to reread!)

As soon as they are at the scene a cop is already there waiting for him. He’s younger than TK expected. He greets his dad before letting him take the lead of the scene. TK doesn’t get a good look at him, doesn’t bother interacting with him - too busy to do his job of getting Allison out of her car. In fact, he even forgets about the timer on his wrist. If he did, he would’ve noticed that the countdown is less than a minute. When the 126 find out that Allison has another baby - one not still inside her - it doesn’t take long for Paul to figure out the baby miraculously landed in a tree. And isn’t that a news story. The cop comes up to TK and asks, “How the hell-” when two distinct buzzing sounds go off. Both men look down at their wrists. Or, you're born with a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.

5.Castles Crumbling Down-911 (T) (this fic brought my first anon to tell me how much they loved this fic and kindly told me if there's ever a second chap, they would love it! (hint: there will be a second chap))

not saying these are my fave fics, but i guess these are the fics to get to know me best. thank you so much for this ask anon! i don't really see my fics in any recs, so getting to self promote through this means a lot :D

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gremlintheslut · 1 year

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Forever theirs

Part one

Series master list

Don't reupload, translate or do anything like that without permission from me

words 1105.

18+ read at your own risk w

Warnings: breaking and entering, smut, fingering, clit stimulation, orgasm denial, noncon (technically), watching without consent. Fem and afab reader

Summary

An incubus by the name of fin Balor pops into y/n life. She doesn't accept his advances afraid he would be like the last one that she knew.

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The walk home from work feels longer every time. no matter how many new shortcuts I find. I try to focus on the fact that soon I'll be able to take my heels off and put my feet up, instead of the fact my legs are killing me.

I turn right, into an alley I recently started using as a shortcut. As I do I walk straight into someone. "sorry" I apologize instantly. "it's alright I wasn't looking where I was going" I hear his Irish voice reply as he helps me up. I thank him for helping me and continue to walk.

The next five minutes feel like hours. I finally see my home from the end of the street. I let out a small sigh of relief to myself as I approach. The last few weeks have been hell. My bitch of a co-worker just got promoted to manager so she is my boss now. Said boss has been on my ass ever since she got the position. Not to mention the shit ton of family stuff going on that she thinks is her business.

Every time I walk into work a second late she makes a snarky comment about how she doesn't blame me for being late with 'everything going on.' Cunt. she does it in front of everyone as well. Oh, and some of the other bitches there think it's okay to laugh when she does it. I swear to god the next time she pulls that shit I am going to rip those cheap ass hair extensions off of her head.

Finally home I take my shoes off followed by my coat. I don't bother to put them away properly. I'll do it tomorrow. "you should really shut your windows all the way when you're not home" the same Irish voice from before say from across the room.

I am understandably terrified. I take a step back wondering if I could unlock and open the door quickly enough. Would I be able to outrun him? I watch him as he puts something down on my table. "I get that you're scared but there's no need to be," he says calmly. "I think there fucking is. There's a man I don't know in my house" I say hoping he didn't hear my voice tremble.

"sweetheart I'm an incubus I can assure you, there won't be a scratch left on you unless you want" he replies quickly. I've had sex with an incubus before. Edge. He was addictive like a drug. I relied on him after a while and he left I can't let that happen again. "my job is to give relief to those drowning in stress" he explains. Drowning in stress. "I'm not drowning in stress," I say slightly offended. "so it's a no?" he asks. "it's a no," I say flatly. "my card is on the table for when you come around," he said before turning around walking away but as soon as I blink he disappeared.

What a wild fucking day. I pick the card up. It reads at the very top in slightly bigger writing than the rest 'Finn Balor' and underneath "say it three times to get your wish" for a moment I want to test it out but the thought of the awkward conversation that would come after made me seal my mouth.

I walk to my room and change into my pj's I put the card on my nightstand and try to sleep. But, he was right. I am drowning in stress. No the relief he's offering won't pay my bills. I roll over and get comfy. My eyes never opened so I completely missed the man sitting in my desk chair watching me though it wasn't Finn.

I wake up the next day and do the same thing. Brush teeth, change clothes, brush hair, makeup, shoes, consider throwing my phone away to avoid the hundreds of missed calls from my dad, go to work, go home, cry in the shower, and sleep. Except I am woken in the middle of the night to a hand roaming up and down my body. My heart starts to pound as I pretend to sleep.

"I know your awake princess" I hear the man's Irish voice say. "I thought you'd go away when I said no" I comment. "no I can come and go as I please I just can't make you cum without you saying yes," he says before kissing my neck. His hand is dangerously close to my pussy now. He pulls my legs open slightly before sliding his hand under my PJs and into my panties. I whimper. "my, my, for someone who said no you sure are wet," he says mockingly. I can't help it he sounds so hot.

His fingers creep up to my clit and begin to rub small slow circles around it. I let out an unholy sound and he chuckles. Should I say yes? No, no I can't do that again. He can't stay forever I learned that the hard way. What if I just don't rely on him? No, I'll end up doing it anyway. Without warning his fingers enter me and his thumb continues to rub circles on my clit. I let out the most pornographic sound yet.

He sets a brutal pace. Between my moaning and gasping, I can hear the sound of my Juices on his fingers. Fuck. I'm already addicted. No, I can fight it. He hasn't given me relief yet and I already never want him to leave my side. I have to destroy that card when he leaves I think as the knot in my stomach gets tighter and tighter.

I'm clenching around him and bucking my hips up. But then he pulls away. I whine at the loss of contact. "say yes" he says I remain quiet. If it wasn't so dark I'm sure I'd be able to see the disappointed look on his face. The knot in my stomach is completely gone.

He kisses me and the cheek and I feel the warm presence next to me vanish. If I wasn't so focused on him maybe I would have seen the tall woman at the end of my bed watching us that disappeared with him. I roll onto my side and try my best not to feel sad or upset in any way about not getting relief or about edges abrupt leave.

I close my eyes and drift off into a dreamless sleep. No dream is better than one about either of the men I fell asleep thinking about.

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Thank you for reading my schedule for this series is on the master list -gremlin

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As an Italian, from what I understand, this strategy team situation is very... Italian lol

It's a very Italian thing where the mentor doesn't really do the job anymore, was actually promoted to a better position, but keeps getting credit for the successes... or blamed for the failures.

So it's not all bad.

LinkedIn keeps saying Rueda is head strategist, but articles from last year are very clear that he transitioned into his role as Sporting Director in 2021. There's simply not much talk of it internationally because Ferrari has tried to keep things hush. If it weren't for the commentators, I don't think fans would have found out anytime soon.

I think the plan was for Rueda to keep his role as "head strategist" even though it's not real until the start of the 2023 season, maybe even beyond. Who knows if the plan has changed now.

The thing that worries me is that Jain is not NEW. He's been working as a strategist for Ferrari for at least 6 years. And started in his new role at the beginning of last season.

There's an Italian article written before las year's season began titled "Ravin Jain takes Inaki Rueda's place as head strategist" and the article says it will be definitive in Baku 2021.

So yeah, none of this is NEW, most of us just missed it because Ferrari has kept quiet about it. Unless you are an F1 superfan that looks for info even off season, you couldn't have know.

From what I could find, articles about Jain in English focus on 2022. Only Italian articles talk about this shift of power that happened in 2021.

English articles still call Jain "race strategist" while Italian articles last year called him "the new guru of strategy"/"the new head of strategy".

I don't know how, but Ferrari managed to keep this under the radar internationally until now.

Hiya!

I'm tacking a second ask about the same thing onto here

According to some Italian articles that I read last year (I'm Italian), the new head strategist isn't that new. He's been a strategist at Ferrari since 2016 or so, and debuted at the pit wall last year, in Baku 2021, the 6th race of the season. Mekies officially became race director in the same race. Rueda became sporting director last year as well, because of "new guy's" role (idk if I should use his name or not, rn I don't see any hate directly thrown at him on here, but on Twitter it's bad, so maybe it's better to keep him anonymous? Idk). For a while Rueda was still responsible for strategies the same way Binotto is responsible for the team aka not doing everything himself directly, and it was actually new guy making them. And now I'm thinking about some very strange choices he made for Leclerc last year...

So it's not like he made a mistake in Monaco 2022 out of pressure because it was a new role. It's actually very concerning that he got Monaco of all races so wrong, because usually the starting order is also the finishing order since overtaking is so tough there. You have to screw up real bad to mess that race up. To me that's still worse than Silverstone and Hungaroring.

This is my take on the whole thing:

Honestly it's not at all surprising that he has been with the team for a while because you don't just get this job with no experience. And we'd have heard about it if they had poached someone with experience from another team. I don't that is something to hold against him or the team. That is how you learn and work your way up legit anywhere.

The thing of having the person previously in charge still hold the title and mentoring the person new to that position also makes a lot of sense to me. Regardless of how qualified you are for any positions it will always take a little while to learn the ins and outs and having someone to mentor and ask is always a good thing.

Also in this case it's probably extra good because he is shielded from at least some abuse and lbr if everyone knew that it was him (he is probably already facing it) he'd be facing an awful lot of racism. Because racist idiot as sadly everywhere.

Yes he has been with the team for a while. But that doesn't have to mean all that much. Strategy decisions are a collaborative discussion effort but usually one person makes the decision in the end. And I would be massively surprised if there were not a single person in that team ever questioning any strategy decision. There are surely some that have the right idea. Maybe it's not the same people all the time but it's not like they are sat together one person says something and the rest just agrees. That's never how any of these things work. So that might as well have been him previously. We don't know.

So he started to make the decisions some time in 2021. Which tbh to me is a good sign because I can't remember any disastrous strategies form 2021. They did try things but it wasn't this bad. And that's not all just down to everything carrying more weight this season. Maybe I just have selective memory about last year but I can't remember anything and that twitter thread also didn't have anything for 2021. if I forgot about something then please let me know! About 2021 we have to keep in mind that you have to try and be creative when you want to get onto the podium in that car. And their best shot at that was Charles so they did it with Charles and the man almost won a race and probably would've had the engine not been weird. Carlos got the standard strat just to get some sure points whereas with Charles they were trying things. And sometimes it doesn't work out. But imo that's not what cost him last year that was the bowling, and Monaco and those things.

And it's not like everything this season was wrong either. Bahrain was good, Saudi was great with the dummy call, there wasn't much to do in Australia, Imola they tyres didn't work properly and there were deg issues but that's not a strategy thing, Miami the same, Spain was fine, Baku was also fine at least they tried something and were proactive but we don't know how that would've played out. Austria was also great! Everyone thought that they had fucked it but they realised their tyre deg was great and that Charles would have an easy time getting past Max with the tyre delta.

Monaco was stupid but wet to dry is always carnage. I don't have the timings in my head, but they definitely wanted to cover Checo with Carlos (who originally didn't want to then did agree to pit) by the time he was supposed to pit Checo had already kinda undercut him. So that didn't work anymore and they decided to cover with Charles. Which was so stupid because they did it so late! But he almost made it work until the double stack fully cost him the entire thing. And the double stack was miscommunication at it's finest. Monaco to me feels like they wanted to prioritise the team result and then got so scared by RB trying things that they fucked it a bit and then the double stack was the end.

Silverstone pretty much proved that there is something wrong with their tyre simulation if they really thought that the softs would die so quickly. They had enough time to decide but not that much to think about it and they aren't particularly quick at making decisions this year. Splitting the strategy to keep track position also is a thought that I can understand just for the case that Hamilton doesn't pit. However, had he not pit Charles on softs would've cruised past. The more I think about Silverstone the more I am convinced that their tyre simulation is absolute garbage. They should've let Charles past earlier put it was Carlos first Pole and he was on for his first win so I get the reluctance a little bit.

Hungary, I don't even know where to start tbh. Quali already proved that their car wasn't setup for these temps. And therefore Binotto is kinda right they didn't have the pace they had on Friday but they were still the fastest. Starting them both on meds was dumb. They should've split strategy. Having Carlos go long to go on softs after his short first stint where he killed his tyres was also dumb. They could've used him to cover Max and if they really felt the need to cover Max they should've used him just because of his tyre age! And again when you pit Charles so early the hards were the only option. And their tyre sim still sucks.

They seem so scared to try things with Charles that they use him to react to every little threat and it end up fucking it for him anyway. They also need to realise that they have to cars and that you can use Carlos to cover Max even if in the race it's Max vs Charles and vice versa. And that they don't have to react to everything.

They did really well in the beginning of the season and I really think that using Charles in Monaco to cover Checo is making them second guess everything right now. Because they didn't react quickly enough with Carlos to cover Checo that they had to do it with Charles if they wanted to. And now they cover immediately (it's just still wrong) if they don't have a huge pace or deg advantage.

The other thing that they need to realise is that Charles (I don't listen much to Carlos radio there are only so many hours in the day) really does know what he talks about when he is talking about tyres. He's gotten really good at managing them. And Sara _allthatglitz on Twitter had a tweet about how anytime Charles was unhappy with the tyres in FP he struggled in Quali (more than Carlos) and then the tyres were absolute shit for both in the race. Which also happened in Hungary. They need to listen to their drivers more and not be so scared of RB all the time. (tbf to Ferrari Merc also seriously fucked up some strats because they were scared of RB)

Anyway, what I am trying to say is that I get Mattia saying that there are no personnel changes needed over the summer. Because it does sound like growing pains to me. And just sacking someone after 1.5 years (or whatever it is) in the job where things largely were going great is imo not right.

And him having been with the team before isn't a bad thing. You're not promoting a new person to that position unless they've had extensive experience in that position elsewhere, or you've had them for a while and feel confident in their skills.

Sorry for the long rant but I had thoughts to get out. I don't even know if this makes sense and I am not going to read it back rn... Don't have the time

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you're mine and we belong together | steve harrington x reader | chapters 2 & 3

this story is mine. i originally posted on my AO3.

will have stranger things season 4 spoilers from volume 1! SUMMARY:

Y/N is a new Senior student at Hawkins High School. She finds herself friends with Max, Dustin, and Eddie. A new start means a new job - in which Y/N takes Robin's position at Family Video since Robin is getting promoted to manager. This leads to Dustin introducing Y/N to Steve. They get off to a rocky start but find themselves growing closer and closer. The Byers have moved back.

Eddie failed his senior year again but that's okay. We get to experience the icon he is.

Also, I don't know much about Dungeons and Dragons, so just know that I'm trying my hardest to write it correctly. I've even rewatched episodes and looked at parts of the rulebook.

It was finally a new day and school was over - meaning I could start my new job today. Eddie picked me up for school this morning since I forgot my car. Oh well. Car rides with Eddie are kind of chill. He has good music taste, at least. I'm surprised by the friendships I've already made. I only had like one or two friends back in {STATE}. As I'm heading out of the school, I'm joined by Dustin. I roll my eyes, laughing a bit. "What's up, Dustin?"

"You seem excited to see Steve..." He has a tone to his voice and as soon as I turn to look at him, he has a hysterical grin on his face. "Don't lie!"

"I'm not lying! I just met him dude. He does seem cool so a friendship in the making, sure. A romance, uh, I don't know about that." Then I stop since we're near my car. "Wanna come along or nah?

"Yeah, yeah, can I go grab my bike right quick?"

I nod my head, gesturing for him to do so. "Go ahead."

I lean against my car, hearing a familiar voice approaching. "Woah there, Y/N... This is your car?"

Forgot to mention that I have a Chevrolet Camaro IROC-Z. It was just released last year and I must admit, I'm proud to have it in my possession. I chuckle at the leader of Hellfire Club. "Trust me, I'm surprised I got this, too."

"So, you like cars, too?"

"Hell yeah but does my wallet? Hell no." I laugh out, making him smile.

"What're you waiting for?"

"Henderson. He's going to ride along with me to Family Video."

"Ah, the nice ol' Family Video... I worked there when I was 16. That was ages ago, though." Eddie recalls, pulling out his lighter and a cigarette.

We're interrupted by Dustin, dragging his bike along the grass. "You could've ridden it over to make it easier."

Eddie takes a puff from the stick as I unlock the car, telling Dustin to put his bike in the trunk. "Maybe he didn't feel like it, Eddie."

He rolls his eyes at me, shaking his head, "Okay, whatever."

"Don't be petty, Eddie. If you want a ride in my car, just tell me." I cross my arms across my chest, giving a glare. "Or are you still stumbled by our game last night?"

"I have a party to host tonight but if you wanna stop by, you're welcome to come."

I wave at him as I get into the car. Dustin sits in front of me, flashing another smile. "Henderson, if you don't stop..."

"I'm not doing anything but if you think I'm doing something, what do you think I'm doing?"

I run my tongue across my teeth, laughing in amusement. "Dustin, we are not doing this today."

"Doing what? I have no clue what you're talking about." I can totally tell that he's lying but it's fine, it's fine. I can't argue with a 15-year-old. I need to get to work.

"Buckle up! I don't wanna be late for the first day..."

I pull into the front of Family Video, put the car into park, and pull the key from the ignition. "You coming in with me? Or you just gonna chill here?"

"What type of question is that? That's like asking if I'd rather play Dungeons and Dragons or do schoolwork."

I raise a brow and he sighs, "Yes, I'm going in."

I give him a thumbs-up, get out of the car, slamming the door shut. Dustin seems to flinch and I laugh under my breath.

"You didn't have to slam it so hard." He says, exiting the passenger side.

"Sorry, I tend to do that, guess it's a {STATE} thing," I admit, heading inside with him. Steve is dealing with a customer when we enter but flashes a smile at us, waving at me. "Is this place ever packed?"

"Yeah but not as horrible as Scoops Ahoy."

"What's that?"

"It was an ice cream shop at our local mall but the mall is being renovated."

I notice that he slightly stumbles over his words. Something must've happened at that mall. I'll have to look into it.

Steve finishes up with the customer, tapping the counter, and ushering us to come over. "Welcome to Family Video! I got your uniform in the back. It's just a polo t-shirt and a name tag."

I can feel Dustin staring at both of us. I just nod and head to the back. I can hear them beginning to argue slightly as I head to the back. I slip past the curtains of the open frame, seeing my work necessities laying upon a wooden countertop. I go ahead and start to change, pulling my t-shirt off.

I hear the curtains ruffle and turn back, "There's a bathroom you can... Oh god, I'm sorry."

I scream, throwing my shirt at his face, "Get out!"

He falls, scrambling on his feet to get out. I can feel my cheeks flushing, the heat against my cheeks says it all. I mean, thankfully I had a bra on but who doesn't knock? I mean, yeah, there isn't a door. But still, knock on the frame or say something before coming in.

Laughter begins to echo outside the room - which I can tell it's Dustin because he's teasing Steve. I shake my head but put the uniform on, placing my nametag on my chest. I look in the small mirror that's barely hanging on the wall, checking myself out. Not in a narcissistic way but just so I can feel presentable. After doing so, I head back out. Dustin is hysterical, crying with his laughter. Steve doesn't even look me in the eyes.

"Steve, that wasn't your first time seeing a half-naked girl, was it?" I tease, nudging his shoulder. "It's fine dude, I'm not mad. Not the first time that's happened and probably won't be the last."

Steve looks up from the ground, looking me in the eyes. He begins to laugh it off and mimics my reaction. "Get out!!!"

"Real mature, real mature!" I laugh along with him, smacking his arm softly.

The bell from the door interrupts us. "Dingus, are you going to introduce me to the new member of our team?"

"Uh, Robin, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Robin. She was my old co-worker at Scoops Ahoy and here but now she's my boss." His tone changes towards the end but Robin seems to playfully scoff it off.

"Hi, Y/N! Do you know how to use a computer?"

"Yes, pretty well."

"Do you know how to talk with people?"

"Absolutely. Might choke up sometimes but that's human nature."

"Favorite films?"

"{LIST YOUR FAVORITE FILMS}"

"Nice choices, I like you! Welcome to Family Video. We're really chill so you don't have to act preppy or slobby like some of the peeps here."

I smile at her, "You got it, Robin!"

"You can start today or just watch Steve, so you can get a basic feel of it."

Dustin flashes me a stare, giggling a bit. I strike him back with a deep glare, almost a threatening one. "Dustin..."

"Y/N..."

I point my finger at him, "Don't..."

"Don't what? I have no clue what you're talking about!"

I grit my teeth, shaking my head with a shallow smile. "Henderson, I think it's time you go home."

"I don't feel like going home yet, Y/N. First off, Suzie is at a championship. Then, the boys are doing some lame thing. I'd rather be here."

That son of a bitch. I swear, whenever we're alone, I'm gonna kill him. Not actually. I've actually gotten the closest with Dustin so far but he's definitely pushing my buttons.

"Anyways, anyone want some pizza?" Robin barges in and we all say yes. "I'll be back then!"

The both of us are just casually chowing down on the pizza. There's been barely any customers yet. It's like we're getting paid to just eat but I'm fine with that. The front door opens, and the bell mechanism activates. Steve jumps to his feet quickly, looking down at me. "I'll show you how it's done."

I laugh a bit, shaking my head.

"Hey there! Welcome to Family Video, how may I help you?" His voice changed so much. It became almost flirtatious which isn't surprising since he's talking with a girl.

"Yeah, I was hoping to rent Sixteen Candles? Is that available?"

"Absolutely, I'll get that ready for you. That's such a classic movie. Who are you watching it with?" He makes his way to the computer, typing in the information, and grabbing a copy of Sixteen Candles.

"I'm watching it with my boyfriend..." Steve seems to frown but he shrugs it off, making his way back, handing her the copy.

"What's your name and phone number?"

"Stella McCathy. 812-758-4211."

"Alright, remember to return it within three days! Have a great day and thank you for swinging by."

I cringe a bit at his attempt to flirt, "Steve..."

He looks down at me, raising a brow. "What?"

"You need to work on your flirting skills... Have you really been single this long?"

Dustin starts to laugh but Steve keeps a straight face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You need to add some flavor to it. You gotta shoot your shot if you're trying to get a girlfriend."

"I wasn't flirting." He argues back, giving me a look of annoyance. "Alright, if you're so good at flirting, prove it."

I spew the corners of my mouth, "With you?"

"Yeah, absolutely, unless you're scared."

"I'm not scared but there are children present." I point to Dustin and he gives me the most intense glare. I hold back my laughter but it feels impossible to do so.

"Trust me, he's seen some stuff, so go on, Y/N..." I knit my brows together in confusion. Besides that, I stare back at him, biting the inside of my cheek. "Or are you too scared? Don't feel bad if you can't..."

"Don't you dare, Harrington..." I don't stare at him but I do get into my state of mind. I have to admit, I've never flirted with anyone but based on all the shows and movies I've watched, I got a pretty good idea about it.

I move my eyes to make contact with his but in a more passionate way. I bring my knees to my chest, changing the way I'm sitting. I bite my bottom lip slightly, turning the left corner of my lips. "So, do you have a weakness for girls with H/C hair and E/C eyes?"

"You call that flirting?"

"Oh, Steve! There's so much you don't know." I playfully attest, lightly slapping his knees. I see his eyes burrow down at my hand.

"What was that?"

"It caught your attention, right?"

"Well yeah because you slapped my knee!"

"It's flirting!"

"You slapped my knee, how is that flirting?"

I scoff under my breath, standing to my feet. "How? What do you mean?! That didn't make you feel a little something?"

"I just felt my knee get touched."

I roll my eyes, "I'm going back here."

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