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wowconradfisher · 11 months

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all of the girls you’ve loved before

pairing: min ho x reader

genre: slight angst, best friends to lovers, they are both so dense to each others feelings..

summary: being best friends with KISS’s resident “heart throb” is not for the weak. falling in love with him isn’t either, so what happens when the line between best friend and boyfriend becomes too blurred?

a/n: hi hello i am back from the dead. i’m convinced this acc is just gonna be a jenny han-iverse fic acc bc if not conrad then i’m writing about min ho. i have ended school so i hope i am more consistent with writing! feel free to send in requests + questions btw :D i hope u guys enjoy this silly fic that is also based off a taylor swift song hence the title!

Sitting outside of your best friend’s party that he throws every year was not something you thought you would be doing. You were convinced that this time was going to be different, and maybe just because you were seeing Min Ho in a different light, he would see you too. Here you still were, all dolled up but with no guts to walk into the party. You sighed, thinking about how pathetic you might be looking at the moment to anyone walking by. It was annoying in your opinion, just a month ago you couldn’t stand the thought of being with your best friend but now you’re starting to second guess and think more about the times you’ve spent together.

It was about 2 weeks ago when you and Min Ho, well more so you, started kind of overthinking the things you two would do together. You used to think that it was just regular best friend things you did, like talking about your past lovers and flings, laughing about all of the late nights you both have spent on your own having lame fights on the phone. But then you start thinking about the other nights, sneaking out past curfew and holding onto each other's hands in hopes of not getting caught. Or the way he would treat you the way he would never treat anyone else, allowing you to see his softer side, doing silly things like letting you do his skin care after he knows you’ve been crying in his bathroom about some dude that said “loved you” not knowing how carelessly he’s throwing out the words that mean so much to you. You see yourself doing the regular “best friend duties” like never saying bye to each other because you know you’ll be seeing each other again anyways, but you know it shouldn’t bother you when you see the new transfer student Madison write your best friend’s name in a heart all over her assignment.

You shook yourself out of your daze and stood up, you knew it was wrong for you to be feeling this way about your best friend and there was no reason for you to start feeling this way now. Looking at your phone’s reflection to fix up your makeup, you took a deep breath and confidently made your way to the venue. Walking in and seeing a bunch of lights and loud music was expected, but tonight your goal was to forget about how you felt and let the universe tell you what to do.

“Excuse me ma’am who let you out looking so good?” a voice spoke from behind you while tapping you on the shoulder.

You turned around and to your surprise it was one of your other close friends, “Q oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in like a week!” you exclaimed while pulling him into a hug, not failing to notice Florian behind him. Once you pulled away you waved at the other male who signaled to his flask, basically asking you if you wanted a shot. You grinned and suddenly all of your prayers had been answered and your night had begun.

If you were being honest, you knew you weren’t a light weight. You always thought of yourself as someone who could just drink enough to not be a heavy weight and be at the perfect level of tipsy where you can feel the buzz. This is the point where you had to go out to the dance floor because of how free it made you feel, not a single care or worry in the world. That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see a guy, a random one you have never seen before around KISS. You could admit he was a bit attractive but not as attractive as Min Ho.

Looking up at the stranger you let out a forced smile, “Hi?” you spoke, but sounded more like a question

“Couldn’t help but notice a pretty girl dancing all by herself, you looking for someone to dance with?” the guy asked as he tried to put his hand on your waist.

You backed away before you suddenly felt someone behind you put their hand around your waist, “Baby I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a boy spoke with an accent you could recognize anywhere. Looking up, you let out a soft genuine smile at the sight of your best friend.

Min Ho cleared his throat and saw the guy was still there, “Hey man I don’t know if you noticed but she’s my girl, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit on her,”

The guy furrowed his brows at Min Ho before quickly realizing who he was, “Oh shit sorry man I didn’t know,” he quickly muttered out

“You’re lucky I didn’t have you kicked out. Now leave us alone, yeah?” Min Ho replied, shooing the other guy away.

Once the guy was gone, Min Ho held onto your hand and led you to a more secluded area away from the party. He looked at you and caressed your cheek, “You okay Y/N?” he spoke softly

You looked up at your best friend and took in the way he looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel so delicate, like you were the only person that mattered to him. You broke out of your daze and just nodded at him, “Thank you Min, I think it’s time for me to head out now though,” You spoke

Min Ho frowned, but it looked more like a pout to you, “But I just found you,” he spoke, “and we didn’t even get to dance yet,”

You took his hand that was on your cheek and held it, “I know, I’m sorry I’m just not in the mood for it anymore,” you replied softly

After hearing your response, it was like something in Min Ho clicked, causing him to hold your hand again, “Okay, let’s go then,” he spoke like it was no big deal

“Let’s go? What do you mean? Like you’re gonna just ditch your party?” You asked in disbelief

He nodded, “Uh yeah duh? Why would I stay at a party that my best friend doesn’t even want to be at?”

There was that word again, it just keeps dangling over you and taunting you everytime you think you guys could be something more than just friends. Hearing his response just made you let out a small smile. Him pretending to be your boyfriend just lets you have a glimpse of what you weren’t but what you could be, truly it does break your heart but what can you really do about it. After that night, he just dropped you off back at your dorms, you didn’t even have the energy to invite him in like how you guys usually do. It did feel awkward just leaving him but you needed this. Your heart needed it.

You did feel bad for ghosting everyone. It had been a week since the party and you needed to shut down and take time for yourself to really think about what you wanted to do about your feelings for Min Ho. After being by yourself for a week and doing your work online, you felt like you really did learn a lot about yourself, and that in order to get over your feelings for your best friend, you had to accept that you had those feelings in the first place.

During this week of you ghosting everyone, you weren’t the only one in question about their emotions. Min Ho to say the least has been snappier than ever to everyone. Most times, whenever you were around he would be at his nicest, you were someone who humbled him and brought him back to Earth but without you? He truly was something and someone you did not want to cross. The boy is a mess, he doesn’t know how long ago you guys haven’t talked for this long. Even if it was just a week, it felt like years. One thing Min Ho will do for you but never admit or do for anyone else is giving you space.

If he’s being honest with himself, he tried so incredibly hard not to fall for you or do anything that can potentially jeopardize his relationship with you but the moment he saw you at his party looking the way you did dancing on the dance floor, he knew he was done for. That’s why the whole week he has been so upset with himself for doing what he did that night, for calling you baby, for pretending to be your boyfriend, all of it, because now you weren’t even talking to him. It wasn’t until you texted him asking if he could come over where he finally felt the feeling of anxiousness leave his body.

Min Ho was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, debating on when to knock. That was until you beat him to it and just opened the door after hearing his shuffling from behind the door. Genuinely you were surprised, you didn't expect him to show up so fast, and with your favorite flowers too?

"Hi Min," you spoke with a smile before opening your door to let him in, "Come in please, you've been here countless of times so don't get shy on me now,"

He chuckled, taking off his shoes before stepping into your dorm, placing them among your other shoes and then following you to your room. Before sitting down, he handed you the flowers, "Here Y/N, I got you your favorites,"

"What's the occasion Min?" you asked taking the flowers and admiring them before placing them on your lap

"I just missed you that's all," he replied before sitting down next to you

You cleared your throat and started fiddling with your hands, "Min Ho I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while," you spoke, "But if I'm honest I want to say I'm sorry for ghosting you for a week, I just needed time to figure out what I was feeling,"

Min Ho grabbed onto your hands and held them, preventing you from fiddling with your hands and causing you to look up at him, "It's okay Y/N, you know I would give you all the time in the world," he replied

Staring into his eyes, you knew you had to say it now or else you would never want to say it, "Min Ho, I'm in love with you," you said feeling so much lighter with that confession alone, "I think I always have been, but I wanted to be sure of it before I told you. I don't know when it exactly happened, but at one point the lines between being my best friend and wanting something more with you started to blur. So please tell me now if I'm just overthinking this whole thing and maybe I'm the only one who feels this way but-" you spoke before Min Ho leaned in to kiss you.

Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you closed your eyes finally kissing him back, melting into his touch and putting your hand onto his chest. If you could describe what the best thing that has happened to you, it would be this moment alone. The way your lips moved together in perfect synchronization, like you were both made for each other. Truly it could not compare to anything you've ever felt before.

Once you both pulled away, your forehead rested against Min Ho's, "You drive me crazy Y/N, I never even thought I had a chance with you but I'm so thankful all of our past romances led me here to you," he spoke

You smiled at his response, "So does that mean you love me too?"

"I love you more than words can describe, I mean I can show you in actions too?" He replied with a smirk

"Min Ho!" you gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder

He laughed at your reaction, "I'm kidding! I mean unless you were serious?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at the boy you were thankful to be in love with. At least this time you were sure this would be real.

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thewintersbloom · 25 days

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delicate | conrad fisher (f)

ᡣ𐭩 pairing : conrad fisher x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary : over the summer's spent at cousins, your feelings for conrad have only grown deeper, but does he feel the same?

ᡣ𐭩 warnings : none, pure fluff.

ᡣ𐭩 word count : 3.4k

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : hello everyone! first of all thank you all so much for such an amazing response to my very first fic, thank you, i love you all. ❤️ im back with my new fic and im very excited to share it with you all. happy reading, do like, reblog and leave your precious feedback. 🥰

You don't remember the exact moment you fell for Conrad Fisher, maybe it was all those years ago when your family had moved in a beach house for summer in Cousins after your dad's knee surgery as the doctor had suggested that fresh air and change in scenery would do wonders for his recovery. You and your sister were playing by the huge swimming pool in the backyard when your mom had called you both over and handed you two freshly baked boxes of chocolate chip cookies that were to be given to your new neighbors, The Fishers and The Conklins.

You had nervously knocked at the Fisher's front door and a boy about your age had answered it, his eyes were the most beautiful, sublime shade of blue you've ever seen reminding you of the ocean from your bedroom window, his smile when he introduced himself, welcoming you and your sister to the neighborhood made your heart skip a beat and your nerves dissipate as you and your sister thanked him, introducing yourselves.

When you walked out of the Fishers’ front gate, waving at Conrad, your heart knew that it was the beginning of something special between you both.

At Conklins’ you were greeted by a beautiful woman who introduced herself as Laurel and a girl who was looking at you and your sister curiously from behind her mother and was the same age as your sister was her daughter, Isabel or Belly.

Another year, another summer at Cousins, your dad was recovering very well, all thanks to the ocean breeze, sun, sand and sea along with the love and care of his family, friends and neighbors. The Fishers and The Conklins have been a huge support to you and your family, Susannah and Laurel were there for your parents countless times while Conrad, Jeremiah and Belly helped you and your sister settle in with them right away.

You had gotten a part time summer job at the clubhouse as a lifeguard, same as Jeremiah and you're currently on your shift, keeping an eye out at the swimming pool and then focusing back on the book in your hand. When you look up again, you spot Steven jump over the snack bar where he was working and rush over to the other side of the pool where Conrad, Belly and Taylor had just walked in, Conrad waves at you and you wave back, Belly gives you a small wave which you return and Taylor smiles at you, you smile back and they then turn to wave at Jeremiah as Steven reaches the group.

Taylor laughs as Steven very animatedly narrates her something, both walking back to the snack bar while Belly and Conrad prepare for a dip in the pool, book momentarily forgotten in your lap, you watch as Conrad pulls his shirt over his head and you sigh, resting your chin in the palm of your hand but your daydreaming doesn't last long as a commotion in the pool has you and Jeremiah getting down from your chairs and intervene to restore everything back to normal.

Conrad ducks laughing as Belly flicks some water at him, dark brown locks of his hair sticking to his forehead, the alluring blue hues of his eyes sparkle in the afternoon sun and you sigh again, pressing your fist close to your heart.

“So when are you going to tell my brother that you've been in love with him since forever?” Jeremiah speaks up and when you look at the youngest Fisher, his arms are crossed upon his chest, his eyebrows are quirked up in amusement.

“And here we go again.” You shake your head and then start walking back to your chair when your sister joins you both.

“Since the time we showed up at your door with cookies, Jere. Conrad opened the door, one look at his gorgeous blue eyes and warm smile, she was a goner!”

“When did you get here?” You ask.

“Just now? With Conrad, Belly and Taylor.

I stayed back for a while to text mum for the snacks we would need for our Disney movie night.” She answers, holding up her phone to show you the list of snacks.

“Please tell me we are not watching Tangled AGAIN?” Jeremiah quips in.

“Flynn Ryder Supremacy!!” You and your sister both answer at the same time as Jeremiah groans making you both laugh.

“No but seriously sis, when are you going to tell Connie how you feel?” Your sister changes the subject again.

“Exactly. What are you waiting for? For him to bring a girl home from college for the holidays and announce their engagement? Or for him to get married to her and announce that they are expecting their first child?” Jeremiah adds, agreeing to what your sister just said.

“You guys..” You sigh. It's not that you never had the thought about telling Conrad how you really feel for him, you did, half of your days were spent thinking about Conrad and how would it really be if you ever told him about your feelings? Would he smile and then pull you in for a passionate kiss or would you mess up and end up ruining your friendship?

“It's.. it's not easy okay? What if I tell him how I really feel and he doesn't feel the same way? It would ruin our friendship and that's the last thing I want.”

“Sis, I understand. It's always scary to open up your heart to someone, especially when you've been friends for so long. There is a chance that Conrad might not reciprocate, there is a chance that it might ruin your friendship but there's also a chance that he might reciprocate, a chance that your friendship might evolve into something beautiful, but if you don't tell him how you feel, you'll have nothing but regrets, what-if's and a missed shot at true love.” Your sister replies, gently clasping your hand in hers.

“Hey, I thought I was the wiser one. When did you grow up so much?”

“Fyi, contrary to what you think dearest sister, I am always the wiser one, duh. Also, I've been learning from the best.”

You smile and hug your sister tight, who hugs you back as tightly.

“Room for one more?” Jeremiah asks.

Smiling, you both open your arms for him to join in the hug and he does, happily throwing his arms around you and your sister.

“Now I need to tell Connie how I feel.”

“Tell me what?”

A deep voice that you would recognize even in your dreams, Conrad stands behind you, a towel on his shoulder as he looks between the three of you.

“To tell you that.. that we'll be watching Tangled at the disney movie night again.” Jeremiah saves you at the right moment and you quietly mouth him a thank you to which he responds with a subtle wink.

“Oh, that's cool. I like Tangled.” Conrad shrugs.

“Et tu, Brute?” Jeremiah clutches his chest dramatically making you all laugh.

Still laughing at his brother's antics, Conrad shakes his head and then looks at you, “I was thinking, if you are free then maybe we could go for a swim.”

You look at your watch, “Yeah sure, my shift ends in five minutes. Let me just change out of my lifeguard uniform and then I'll join you.”

“Cool.”

Your sister clears her throat, “We too have be somewhere, don't we Jere?”

“Yeah, I have a few hours of my shift left so I'll be going back to my chair.”

“And I'll go find Belly and Taylor.”

“Have fun kids.” Jeremiah salutes you both and then walks off with your sister.

You change out of your uniform and since you are already wearing your bikini underneath, it's even quicker. You untie your hair, give them a little shake as you take a last look at yourself in the mirror and then take a deep breath to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach before walking out to meet Conrad by the pool, whose eyes widen and jaw drops as he takes you in, his eyes lingering on your curves.

“I.. Wow. Is that new?” He asks, breaking out of his trance, referring to your burnt orange high waisted bikini.

“Oh.. this old thing? No, I brought it last summer just.. never had the chance to wear it.” You reply shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I.. you.. Wow. You look..”

Last summer when you had picked up the bikini from the rack to try it on, you instantly fell in love with it, for it beautifully accentuates your curves and not to mention, your sister wouldn't leave you alone till you brought the swimsuit.

Now that you've left Conrad Fisher speechless, you're so fucking glad that you tried on the bikini, that your sister pestered you to buy it and that you decided to wear it this morning.

“You.. You look stunning! I love the color on you.” Conrad says as he steps a bit closer, his sapphire eyes darken precisely to a shade of the ocean under a night sky.

“Thank you Connie.” You reply, the tips of your ears turning pink.

“So, the last one to reach the other side of the pool is a rotten egg?” He then looks at you with pure mischief, amusement dancing in his blue eyes.

“Oh you're so on, Fisher!”

The two of you dived into the pool together, trying to out-race each other. It's something you both have been doing every summer since you were kids and you had first arrived at Cousins. Jeremiah and your sister used to be the referees but you both are competitive and the loser has to buy winner ice-cream for the rest of the summer, so the stakes are even higher with free ice-cream which resulted in a fighting match and ended in you both sulking and not talking to each other.

It made you and Conrad miserable, not to mention Jeremiah and Your sister had to be your messengers when you both weren't talking and they were sick of it, so they quit and you both then decided to dial down the competitiveness but the loser still had to buy winner ice-cream for the rest of the summer and you and Conrad still squabble over who out-raced whom.

You both swam to the other side of the pool together, finishing neck to neck and agree to buy each other ice-cream, as you and Conrad dry off, you two trade stories about college, your classes, the friends you've made and agreeing on the fact that the friendships you've both formed in Cousins will always be special.

Strands of his wet, dark brown hair fall on his forehead, obstructing your view of his eyes and before you can stop yourself, you are already pushing back the locks of his hair so you can look into his eyes.

“Have I ever told you that your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen? It reminds me of the ocean. Everytime you pull your hair down, I want to brush them away because.. I want to get lost in those eyes, Connie.”

Sometimes when I look into your eyes,

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time.

Conrad steps closer to you, his hand cupping the side of your face and his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

“No you haven't, but the way you look at me tells me everything.”

An enormous splash of water drenches you both, breaking the tender moment between you two as a twelve year old resurfaces and apologizes for cannonballing into the pool too hard.

“So ice-cream?” Conrad laughs, wiping off water from his face, his hand now entwined with yours.

“Yess ice-cream!” You respond excitedly, with a child-like gleam in your eyes and Conrad laughs again as he leads you out of the pool area.

You all had worked and planned your butts off for the 70’s themed party, a last hurrah at the Fisher's beach house, a homage to Susannah. Initially, it was Belly's idea and Conrad had agreed to it but you all wanted to give the beloved beach house a proper goodbye.

You had chosen black velvet bell bottoms paired with a red bohemian print front tie top that had cute bell sleeves, hoop earrings and chunky heels while your sister had opted for a sparkly silver dress with a matching headband, cuff bracelets and ankle length boots. She had done both hers and yours makeup with holographic eyeliners, lots of glitter and gems for the eyes and classic red lips. You looked beautiful, you felt beautiful and you got compliments the minute you walked in through the door.

You spot Conrad standing by the drinks counter with Steven and he waves at you as he sees you, picking up two beers and making his way through the crowd to you.

“Wow.. you look..” He tries, never once taking his eyes off you.

Was Conrad Fisher speechless again? This is the second time! Do you have that effect on him?

Your heart skips a beat as you reply, “I just hope I'm on theme.”

“You are, you look beautiful.” Conrad speaks as he looks into your eyes.

“Thanks Connie.” You blush, unable to hold eye contact.

Steven calls you both over for photos, you strike a cute pose, your fingers held up to the left side of your face in a v sign and a bright smile, your other arm around Conrad while his arm is around your waist, the warmth of his skin against yours making your heart pound in your chest.

The camera goes off with a bright white flash and you both go over to Steven to see the photo, it takes a few moments to develop and when it does, Steven has the biggest grin on his face as he hands the photograph to you both.

It's a very cute picture, you posing for the camera while Conrad looks at you adoringly, not at the camera where he should be looking but at you, warmth spreads in every fiber of your body as you realize that that's exactly how you look at him too, not to mention, you also noticed how he had brushed his hair back today and wasn't pulling it down like he always did. The crimson on your cheek darkens when you realize that he did it for you because you like his hair brushed back so you can look into his eyes.

“What do we have here?” Your sister comes up from behind you, pulling the polaroid from your grasp before you can stop her and Jere ofcourse is right behind her, the two being of the same age and are as thick as thieves.

“Ooooh. This is such a romantic picture, isn't it Jere?” Your sister's eyes sparkle with fondness and mischief as she looks at the polaroid.

“It is. The way Connie's looking at her, oof.” Jeremiah nods cutely, his golden brown curls swishing across his forehead.

“I know right? This is exactly what they call The Look Of Love.”

“Okay you goofs, that belongs to us.” Conrad takes the polaroid back from your sister and Jeremiah, “by the way, I heard Skye asking Cam that they are confused as to what they should watch at the next Disney movie night, Tangled Or Frozen?”

“Frozen obviously, there's no way I'm watching Tangled again!” Jeremiah crosses his arms across his chest.

“How dare you? I'm going to tell Skye that we are watching Tangled!” Your sister glares at Jeremiah and then stomps off to find Syke and Cam.

“Oh no, you don't!” Jere follows her.

Conrad gives you the photograph, his hand closing around yours as he pulls you closer to himself and you gasp softly from the sudden proximity.

“Should we head out to get some fresh air?” He asks, handing you one of the beers.

“Yeah, fresh air sounds great!” You smile.

Your hand entwined with Conrad's, you both walk out to the pool area and sit side by side, dipping your feet in water. The party rages on inside and while you enjoyed it immensely, it's nice to take a break and listen to your thoughts again. Nostalgia of every summer that you've spent here ever since moving to Cousins when you were kids washes over you and you blink back tears, Conrad wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I miss Susannah.”

“Me too.”

“Remember when she threw us a welcome party?” You look up at Conrad, smiling and his lips curl upwards in a smile at the memory.

“You mean the party where you tried to convince us that pizza tastes better with peanut butter on top?” He mimes barfing.

“Hey, that was one time! Besides, you were the very first one to try it out.” You hit him playfully in the chest, laughing.

“Yeah well, maybe because I've never been able to say no to you, also your puppy eyes are deadly!” Conrad looks down at you adoringly, his blue eyes soft as he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

You blush, looking down at your lap and then look back at him again.

“God, you're so beautiful.” Conrad whispers as he cups your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek, moonlight washing over you both and you close your eyes, giving into the warmth of his touch.

“That day at the pool, you said that my eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen and that you want to get lost in them. What if I say that every time I look into your eyes, I'm unable to look anywhere else, I'm lost in your beautiful eyes. What if I say that every time I look at you, my heart feels as if it'd beat out of my chest. What if I say that every time when you walk in through the door, all I want to do is take you in my arms, kiss you and tell you how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life and that everytime you leave after summer's over, a piece of my heart goes with you.”

“Connie..” You speak, your heart beating a mile per minute.

“If I don't tell you how I feel tonight, I might never have the chance to do so. I love you, most ardently, I am in love with you and I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” Conrad says, looking into your eyes, holding both of your hands in his and tears pool your eyes realizing that he just quoted your most favourite, timeless declaration of love from your most favourite book.

You remember talking his ear off about your love for Pride and Prejudice, about Elizabeth and Darcy being the OG enemies to lovers during the long summer afternoons when you both would be relaxing by the poolside with chilled glasses of lemonade, sometimes you would read to him too and Conrad had gifted you a hardcover edition of Pride and Prejudice with illustrations on your birthday.

It's one of your most special gifts and one of your most prized possessions till date.

You take a deep, calming breath, ready to bare your heart to him as well.

“My life has never been the same ever since I walked up to your front door with cookies and you answered the door with your serene blue eyes and your warm smile that reached up to them, the way my heart skips a beat when you hold me close everytime we watch horror movies, the way I want to kiss you everytime you get chocolate on your nose from your favorite donuts and everytime I leave after summer's over, a piece of my heart stays with you. I love you, I love you too, Conrad Fisher.”

You both look into each other's eyes for a few moments letting the words, the feelings sink in, before inching closer. When his lips touch yours, you melt into him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders while his wrap around your waist pulling you closer. The kiss is soft, sweet, full of promises and you both part with a sigh before Conrad kisses you again, a little passionate this time.

“I love you Connie.”

“I love you more.”

“So boyfriend, should we head inside? I wanna dance and would love do so with your arms around me.” You ask, pressing a kiss to his lips before getting up and pulling him up as well.

“Would love to girlfriend, just give me a few more minutes because I'm not done kissing you yet.” Conrad smiles before leaning in to kiss you again.

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revenantghost · 11 months

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hiiii! I finished trimax yesterday and I am devastated, in awe, and also confused as fuck bc some of it is really hard to parse. so I was hoping that you could maybe answer a question about the end of vol 10?

I understand from the scene with livio that vash used his powers after wolfwood died but i'm not sure I understand why?

did he just have a bit of a breakdown? was knives somehow involved? was it something else entirely??

hopefully I'm not bothering you too much with this but I don't know where else to go for answers agdjsla

OH BOY, my deepest condolences. The post-Trimax trauma is REAL. You aren't bothering me at all, I love talking Trigun! :D If you haven't been able to tell :'D

Also you're not alone in trying to understand things :') I love Nightow, and Trimax is easily one of my favorite mangas for so many reasons now... but it's so infamously hard to understand at times lmao. Not the worst I've read by far, but something.

Unsurprisingly, I've seen a few different takes on it. I've seen some people say Vash struck out in rage, but I'm fairly certain Knives tried to attack first. My first thought was that Vash struck back to preserve himself, Wolfwood's body, and that last moment they had together before Vash buries him alone. However, some folks have pointed out it seems like Vash might be protecting all of Hopeland, which makes sense!

First, because Knives was just hopping around obliterating any and all settlements of humanity, and this one would hardly be excluded. Second, *points at the later scene, with Legato* no matter what it costs Vash, he cannot let Wolfwood's sacrifice in vain. He has to preserve what little energy he has to fight Knives (I'm sure after this he grasps what the hair darkening means, but who knows if he knew it before; Knives sure as hell had no clue, and Vash doesn't have a Conrad to clue him in), but he's already lost too much in his life already. This isn't a sacrifice he's willing to make. It's not a sacrifice he can survive making.

TL;DR: Best theory I've seen is that Knives tried to destroy Hopeland, Vash said, "No the fuck you do not," and despite Knives having a legion of plants attached to him, he still couldn't overpower his brother. Get dunked on, loser.

#Trigun #Trigun Maximum #Trimax #Trigun Manga Spoilers #Trimax Spoilers #nevenne #Ask #I had to use an image of Vash biting Knives here #How could I NOT

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princesachicana · 2 years

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𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (conrad fisher x reader)

a/n: all characters have been aged up to atleast eighteen!!!!!!

warnings: sexual topics!! not full on smut though.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Conrad’s super sweet, he’ll cuddle you for as long as you want. Then he’ll clean you both up before handing you one of his shirts so you could sleep in.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Conrad would say his favorite body part of his would be his hands, he loves the way they especially look around your neck. He loves the way he sometimes catches you staring at them at random times through out the day.

His favorite body part of yours sexually would have to be your thighs, having them around his neck as he tastes between your legs always has him begging for more. He also loves gripping them as he drives, he’ll reach over without thought and have you squirming in your seat.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically..I’m a disgusting person)

Y’all are both new adults, so you are very careful when it comes to your sex life. You can count on your hand just how many times Conrad has finished inside you and they were all due to y’all having drunk/tipsy sex.

But on any normal circumstances it depends on which position your having sex in. If it’s missionary, doggy style he’ll quickly pull out and releases onto your stomach or back.

And with head, let’s just say you swallow.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oh god if you had a dollar for every time y’all had sex in the pool at the beach house you’d be a millionaire. Conrad loved how slippery it would be, he loved the way you struggled to hold on to him as he fucked into you. He’d always feel smug about you swimming in the water with everyone the day after knowing what y’all did the night before.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing)

Being that you both took each other’s virginities, you both are only experienced with each other. You both obviously know how to get each other off and make each other comfortable during sex and that’s what matters.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He’ll never admit it but he absolutely likes it when you are in control. So with that being said, his favorite positions would have to be cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. He thinks there’s no better view than when your on top of him pleasuring yourself.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc.)

He’s very serious when it comes to sex most of the time. Sex is where you both have each other’s full on attention, he never lets anything distract him from you or your body. But when he struggles pulling off an article of clothing you both burst out in laughter.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

You both are completely okay with body hair, so it wouldn’t bother either of you if you decided to let a little hair grow. But ultimately you both feel more comfortable being shaved down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

No matter what he always wants to make you feel special and appreciated during sex. Conrad will whisper how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)

Conrad frequently masturbates, especially if you both are in an argument and you refuse to let him touch you. He usually does it in the shower, he’ll imagine you up against that very misty shower wall begging for him to fuck you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kink)

The kinks that y’all enjoy during sex vary on the mood. Your biggest one would have to be praise, he knows how much you like it when he compliments how good your doing during sex. Also even though he would deny deny deny he definitely has a breeding kink, especially the times you have drunk/tipsy sex.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

You both have a thing for public sex, well not “public” per say but you enjoy taking risks. So whether that’s in the pool, in a mall parking lot, late night at the beach or in a dressing room you both enjoy it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Of course you turn him on, but what really gets him going is when you tease him, whether your aware of it or not. Like when you wear his clothes, when you send him unexpected pictures “trying on” a new set of lingerie, Or when you “accidentally” rub up on his crotch with your ass.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d never take advantage of you, he always makes sure whatever y’all are doing is okay with you first. Whenever you try new things in the bedroom he always takes it slow no matter what. He’d never want to hurt you, when sex is supposed to be something loving and pleasurable for the both of you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill etc.)

Conrad thinks that there is no better feeling than when your on your knees for him. The way you slowly take him into your mouth just to tease him always has him spiraling.

Conrad of course is a pro with his tongue. If he could he would probably be between your thighs the whole night.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.?)

If y’all are both sexually frustrated it’d be fast and rough. Both of you rushing to get to that sweet release. But when it’s sensual and slow, that’s when it’s lovely, just pure love making.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Conrad certainly wasn’t a big fan of quickies until they became a recurring thing for you both in the beach house. Sometimes when you wore those skimpy bikinis when everyone was in the pool he’d pull you away. “We’re gonna go get some snacks” he’d lie to your friends and families. Of course, you were far from getting any snacks, you would be bent over the kitchen counter begging for him not to stop.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks? etc.)

Conrad is definitely the one who takes the risks in the relationship when it comes to sex. Your the one who seems to more likely shy away from things.

Though there is a few things he’s convinced you on, like taking a spontaneous trip to the sex store once you both turned twenty.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s definitely up to using your toys during sex. He thinks that it makes the end that so much better for you, and of course you’d agree.

And like a cliché, you both own a pair of soft pink fuzzy handcuffs.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

When it comes to teasing you both battle it out, you definitely always one up him though. You’d have him moaning in pain begging for you to stop teasing him. Conrad fisher was always horny for his girl.

V = Volume (How loud they are, What sounds they make)

Conrad couldn’t care less who heard his pleasure filled curses. So ultimately he for sure as hell loved when you let yours out for everyone to hear. It especially makes him extra hard when you let out loud moans at parties, ones that dudes tried to make a move on you at.

W = Wildcard (Random head canon)

Role playing is something you both enjoy. Definitely not as kinky as others, but once on halloween you both acted out a few scenes as the “good school girl ” and the “bad boy” during sex

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Let’s just say even though you’ve had sex with conrad numerous times, you’ll never get used to the size of him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very, Very high, some would often joke about how you both are addicted to sex. You both would laugh and say “No were addicted to having sex with each other!”

Z = Zzz (…How quickly you both fall asleep after sex)

You both can go on for awhile. But no matter it the sex was 1 round or 4, you both always end up falling asleep in about 15 minutes.

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office-hours-affection-if · 9 months

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Hey 👋 I am a new, who is excited to read your story, and meet the ROs ( i am in love with Law)

Anyways if you haven’t already answered this before, how would the ROs react to the Mc saying that they(ROs) were in their dream while blushing and can’t keep eye contact?

Rbglish isn’t my first language, so if something is wrong, sorry.

/ have a good day/night 🫶

Hi Anon! and welcome fellow Law Romancer ^^ Also I didnt even notice that its not your first language too, you're good 🥰. Thank you for the support <33

ROS reacting to MC dreaming about them:

Assuming MC and the ROs are both in the crushing stage 🫢

Diesel: Would raise his eyebrow at you in amusement before grinning. "Oh? What kind of dream is it?" He'd ask you, clearly pleased at seeing your blushing face. He won't stop teasing and pestering you to admit, and when you do, he'd be worked up but won't say it. "You should dream only of me."

Seth: Blush and fold!! "You dreamt about me?" Would also panic at seeing your reaction. "Well to be fair, I had a lot of dreams about you too." He'd confess, his hand rubbing the back of his nape, avoiding eye contact. Seth avoids speaking more of it because he is afraid he might say too much about it but nonetheless someone is going to sleep elated.

Az: "What dream was it?" He'd genuinely ask but seeing your reddening face and you can't seem to look at his face would get some ideas in his head. "W-well that's completely normal." Az would say, assuring you and you can't help but notice him stutter and his ears a bit red, since you've started spending time with him this was the first time you've seen it. "...especially now we're always working together." He quietly continues, still not looking and something the way he says it, suggests its not only you dreaming about him. Could it be he had dream about you too?

Grant: "Interesting..." He'd just say, he won't say anything more but with the way he was looking at you feels like something in him changes. You'd notice him be more clingy towards you and gets your attention. Starts dropping more hints that he likes you.

Leon: "Then I hope it was good dream." He'd say, smiling at you softly but seeing your reaction gets him flustered. He clears his throat awkwardly. "It's fine, its normal to dream about... that" Although, he is curious and interested but won't ask you more about it. Leon is secretly pleased you dreamt about him and it makes his day.

Markus: He grins at your reaction. "Please, I have all day. Tell me all about it." Markus would be elated and even light heartedly joke with you. "We can make that a reality, if you want. I'd be happy to provide you any service."

Dom: Would reassure you that its fine to dream about him but deep inside is freaking out. You had dreams of him?! Has so many questions. "Do- do you want to talk about it? I mean, no pressure of course" but is dying to know. You may have occupied his mind but now he can't deny it anymore.

Isla: Teases you about it when seeing your reaction and when she sees you had enough of her teasing bc it makes you so shy, she'd tone it down or try to differ the conversation to her. "You know I had a dream once that you were very jealous when I was dating an ex..." She smiles at seeing your pouting lips, she taps it with her finger lightly, she stares back at your eyes, longingly. "-and it made me happy that you wanted me." The last line has you almost holding your breathe.

Conrad: "Hey, no need go get shy." He smiles at you affectionately. Conrad pulls your hand away from your face to get a good look of you. "Hearing you say you dream of me makes me so damn happy and to be fair you're a dream come true to me." You almost snickered at his flirtation attempt and almost pull away but Conrad gently stops you. "What? Its the truth!" You shake you head at his antics sometimes but its one of the reason you've been enamored to him.

Law: He invited you for a dinner at his place, sitting down in his expensive sofa, nervous you'll spill your drink but he only rolls his eyes at you playfully, "Its just a drink. It'll be easy to clean them."

Which still didn't help as you're even more nervous, you blurt out your dream of him that starts like this and somehow it spiraled to you almost confessing to a direction of the said dream that you've swear to bring with you to the grave, you look back to see Lawrence only staring at you in turn before blinking rapidly, he turns to his head to the side, covering his mouth with the back of his palm and you almost wanted the ground to swallow you up, waiting for him to laugh or make fun of you, so you looked down on your lap and waited for a sound but he didn't.

Curiously, you raised your head slowly to see him in the same position but he was now looking at you. You raised your eyebrows to see him openly blushing. It was the first time to see him like this. All because of you? You can't help but urge to tease him, you start to grin.

"Don't."

He warns you, dropping his hand. "Or what?" you answer back lightly and he starts smirking, getting close to you, causing your grin to drop, oh no. Law smirking is never a good combination for you (and your heart)

"I'll kiss you."

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note and an update:

didnt meant to have a bit more part for lawrence but i had to write it as it kept rolling!! :)) anyway, thank you for reading. i was able to practice writing, even if its short.

im also waiting for the hospital ill be deployed so im still a bit on edge and the preparations. august certainly became more of a busy month for me but i want to thank you for being here and supporting even if i post sometimes now, your patience means a lot! as long as i am still active here then writing will continue + all asks will also be answered (even if its slow 🥲)

thats all! 💗

#office hours affection #interactive fiction #asks #ros when mc confessed dreaming about them shyly #personal notes #update #ros reaction to a shy mc #unedited

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tracybirds · 2 months

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Happy March of the OCs Part 2!

okay, so I don't really write with OCs very often, but I do like thinking about side characters and giving them random backstories and families and things :) So here's some more sims posting, this time with all the characters I've pulled out to pad up the world!

Sara Cavanaugh

Sara is Kat Cavanaugh's sister, and they love each other a lot but cannot stand to be together for longer than approximately four hours. Kat thinks Sara is materialistic and vain, Sara thinks Kat is pig-headed and selfish. They're both right and they're both wrong, as often is the case when it comes to people. Sara does appreciate material things and takes pride in her appearance, and she can be quick to judge based on appearances, but she also works hard for very little thanks and cares very deeply about her community.

Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor is about eight years old, and she's Captain Wayne Rigby's daughter. I picture him as a single dad, and someone he worries about a lot and that a lot of his grouch with Kayo was misdirected anxiety about having to constantly leave Eleanor behind while he was working overtime. Eleanor's super resilient though, and mostly saw bouncing around her friends' homes as a bit of an adventure. She love love loves the outdoors and is a huge 'Into the Unknown' fan. Her biggest dream at the moment is to become a vet at a zoo.

The list continues under the cut ><

Aidan Hawkins and Theo Hawkins-McCready

I imagine by the time Virgil meets Cass, she's a single mum with two very rambunctious sons, but for my sims save, I'm playing a little further back in the story haha, so meet her fiance, Aidan, and eldest son, Theo. Aidan is a very romantic and outgoing person but it's paired with intense insecurities and poor communication that creates a very tumultuous relationship for Cass. They both love each other, and Cass gets swept up in his grand gestures, but they struggle a lot with co-dependency and trust issues. Cass sacrifices a lot for Aidan at the expense of her career and eventually they split. Theo right now is just super cute lol <3 He's about three or four when Cass meets Virgil, and his younger brother Jordan (not pictured) is two.

Lesley Hoffman, Franklin Hoffman-Casey and Dante Hoffman-Casey

This is Colonel Casey's family :D Lesley is her wife and they have two children, Franklin and Dante. They're good friends with the Tracys through Val of course, and although they grew apart a bit after Jeff disappeared, they're still considered family friends. Lesley and Val met through a mutual friend and connected over their shared love of music and breakfast foods. Franklin is about Kayo's age, just a little younger than John, and Dante is between Alan and Gordon. Lesley "and the kids" get a brief mention in this story here :)

The Patterson Family (aka Space Controller Conrad's Family)

Conrad's family are ultra high-achievers and high-expectations and they expect big things from Conrad - he's the youngest and as he says in the episode Long Haul, his siblings are heroes in his eyes (a fire-fighter, a police officer, and a paramedic) and he feels the pressure. I kinda roll with the idea that he's several years younger than his siblings, similar to Alan being several years younger than his brothers, and so here they are. Anyway, this is them in the sims world! From top left to bottom right: Daphne and Ed, then Lawrence, the fire-fighter, Raelynn, the police officer, and Quentin, the paramedic. I have more thoughts, but they're mostly about Conrad so I'll move on for now ;D

Joanne and Walter Hackett

Joanne and Walter are Madeline Lemaire's parents :) I put the Lemaire's in a big giant house, and then made myself sad by headcanoning that they wanted kids and couldn't have them, and so I moved in her parents to make things seem a little less lonely. They're much more sensible than their son-in-law, but mostly see him as harmlessly eccentric. Walter is really into fishing and constantly taking Lemaire out on the boat for a boys day (which he hates lol), and Joanne is very into throwing dinner parties and trying out new cocktail recipes for her guests.

David Reeves

David is Tycho's twin brother purely because I think I'm funny xD He's a bit geeky and works as a primary school teacher, coaching a kids' football team and things. Because Tycho's busy jetting off around the world, David keeps a guest room for him and takes in his mail and things (I know paper mail probs won't exist but SHH). Their parents died when David and Tycho were in their twenties still, so they make sure they do Christmas and birthdays and things together and catch up as often as possible.

Gregory Moffat

This is Gregory, who is Moffie's teenage son (and also my son) and I am extremely fond of him <33 He's pretty quiet really, and plays bass guitar in a band with his friends. Moffie was a little exasperated, because he learnt the cello first and she had visions of seeing him play in an orchestra and things, but he got into an argument at the first practice and ultimately ditched it. He also like art and architecture and is very loyal to his friends.

The Taylor Family

I love the headcanon that Lucille and Lee are siblings, and I also love that she came from a large family as well (it makes sense in my head) and also I stole @avengedbiologist's idea that all the siblings have L names because I love it. I aged up the family to show you what they look like, but I haven't fixed them up fully so it's just a general idea :D Anyway, here we have Connor and Payton Taylor, and then Leonard, Laura and Lily. Leonard is the oldest, then Laura, then it's Lucille and Lee (twins for maximum ow), then Lily is the baby of the family.

I have actually written them into a story (veeeeeery loosely) here :)

#march of the ocs #and now you know ><#I'll add more sooner or later haha I just like filling up the world

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oddballwriter · 10 months

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Helloooo!!! Its me from yesterday thank you so much for doing my request i'm so happy and i like your fic!! Anyways mind if i request again? Big top burger and Zomburger with a ball of sunshine S/o?

Thank you so much and stay safe :D

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Warnings: none that i know of

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Penny

Penny is already a ball of sunshine. I love her so much

Obviously you can be a ball of sunshine together and that's a lovely dynamic

You guys compliment each other a lot

I actually don't know what to say for her if I'm being entirely honest

Billie

Billie is the laid back type of person so you just being a ball of sunshine is nice

You have all the energy for her

You are opposites and she actually really loves that

The crew think it's cute and kind of funny that you guys are together because you're so different

Tim

Honestly you're a great briefing form the chaos that is his job with Steve and Zomburger and all that

"Hi, Tim! :D" "Hey, hunny. :)"

You make him feel better. You just sit there and listen and smile

He really appreciates if you offer up something to help him cheer up like watching a show or something

Frances

Feeds off of that energy

That's it. She just finds your energy infectious

Doc

I kind of don't know what to say for him

Obviously he would appreciate it but I really don't know what to day for him

Conrad

I called him a himbo so you guys are perfect for each other

Big tough guy and smol (in comparison) sunshine partner

#big top burger #big top burger x reader #btb billie #btb penny #btb tim #btb conrad #btb doctor #btb frances

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 27 - Forniphilia

Pairing: Marcus Pike x named f!Reader

Rating: E (explicit smut 18+ only!)

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: H-human furniture?! (forniphilia), BDSM vibes, very sexy art exhibitions, descriptions of (naked) bodies, D/s dynamics, sub!Marcus, Marcus needs A Fucking Break, Feelings? In my BDSM fic? it's more likely thank you think.

Summary: Marcus’s latest case brings him to a small, niche art exhibition to interview an artist whose gallery of explicit art had recently been stolen and defaced. The exhibition awakens something in him that he did not expect.

A/N: @absurdthirst, this prompt HAUNTED me until I had to come up with some sort of idea because this was just too fun not to try. THANK YOU for the titillating Prompt List! Thank also you to @leslie-lyman, @honestly-shite, and @pedropascalsx who heard so much about this prompt that they probably don't even need to read this, it's already ingrained in their brains from how many times I've talked about it. I love you all, thank you for enabling me.

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That's it, Marcus thinks. This job is going to kill him.

He had always thought that it would be a bullet that took him down, but, as he stands in this little art gallery, he wonders if one can actually die of mortification.

This case had already turned more than a few heads at the office. An artist's studio had been broken into, nearly all of her collection either stolen or defaced. The few paintings that had been left behind had made their way to Marcus's office, all splashed with accusations in brilliant vermillion. Whore. Filth. Pervert. The paintings themselves are beautiful, detailed, and masterful in their technique. They’re also incredibly explicit.

More than one visitor to Marcus’s office has stopped dead in their tracks and stared. Marcus, for his part, had been getting used to staring at a wall of cocks and vaginas as he had worked at his desk, but now he wishes that had been the extent of his discomfort.

Marcus is supposed to be interviewing the artist whose entire collection had been destroyed tonight. He had been told that they were busy, at a friend’s exhibition, but Marcus had readily agreed to an interview at the small gallery, thinking it would be a nice, quiet place to talk to them about the case.

He should have asked what kind of exhibition.

Marcus tries to keep his eyes pointed straight ahead, not letting his gaze focus on any of the… art. When he had first walked in, he had been gobsmacked by the sight: bodies–naked bodies, everywhere. A nude woman, balancing a lamp on their back, providing light for a fully clothed man reading nearby. Another man, apparently being used as a chair. Marcus had barely been able to keep a straight face, his cheeks turning bright red as he cast his eyes around in alarm, finding the title of the exhibition on the wall. Forniphilia: The Eroticism of the Inanimate.

Marcus awkwardly strolls through the gallery, looking for someone who might be the artist he’s looking for. All he has is a name, which makes it difficult. He scans the various guests, feeling too off-balance to approach anyone. Before he can gather up the courage to ask, someone beats him to the punch.

“You look lost,” a sultry, feminine voice calls out to him from his right. Schooling his face into something he hopes resembles a normal expression, he turns to look.

A beautiful woman looks back at him with an amused smirk on her face. She’s dressed smartly, in a businesslike pencil skirt and white dress shirt, typing on a laptop. She just so happens to be surrounded by naked men on their knees. One, she’s using as a desk for her laptop, another for a footstool. Yet another is holding a cup of coffee on his back. The last, she’s sitting on, using him as a chair.

“I’m looking for Jacqueline Conrad,” Marcus says, ignoring the heat on his face. “My name is Special Agent Pike, I’m supposed to be interviewing her about a theft that occurred at her gallery last week.”

“Special Agent Pike,” the woman drawls, dragging out every syllable. “How nice of you to stop by the exhibition.”

“I was told she’d be here,” Marcus continues, making a point to stare at the woman's forehead, and only her forehead.

"I'll tell you where Jaqueline is if you tell me something, first," the woman says coyly.

"Sure," Marcus agrees, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible before his eyes run the risk of wandering. His cock is inexplicably half-hard in his pants, the sight before him far more erotic than it has any business being. He needs to go on a fucking date, or something, Marcus thinks to himself. He’s way too tightly wound if weird performance art is turning him on.

"Do you like what you see, Agent Pike?" the woman asks with a knowing glint in her eye.

Fuck. Marcus feigns ignorance. “As a lover of art, I understand that it takes on different forms for different people,” he answers diplomatically.

“Look at you,” the woman croons. “A Fed with a brain.” She smiles, showing all of her teeth. “But spare me the party line, Agent. Tell me, do you like it?”

Marcus cocks his head to the side, considering. “I think,” he begins carefully, “that anyone would be hard-pressed not to be affected by the sight of so many naked bodies.”

The woman throws back her head and laughs. She picks up the steaming cup of coffee, takes a sip, and places it back down on the man’s back, who moans. Marcus can see the circular tinge of pink on his skin from the heat of it. He swallows.

“I like you, Agent Pike,” she announces, still smiling. “Thank you so much for stopping by to discuss my gallery. I apologize that I had a prior engagement tonight, I’m helping a dear friend with a show.” She sticks out her hand. “I’m Jacqueline.”

Marcus regards her hand warily. He prides himself on being a polite person, but he’d have to step onto the stage, among all of the bodies, to shake it. Eventually, courtesy wins out, and he steps forward to clasp her hand.

“You’re blushing, Agent Pike,” Jacqueline teases.

Finally caught off-guard, Marcus chuckles nervously and breaks eye contact. “When they said you’d be at an exhibition, I had pictured something very different,” he says.

“As you said, art takes different forms for different people,” Jacqueline says with a wink, “depending on your source of inspiration, Agent Pike.”

“Marcus,” he corrects, his face heating even further.

“Marcus,” she croons. “Sweetheart, I can see your… inspiration from here.”

“Ms–Ms. Conrad, I apologize, but I’m here for–”

“I know, I know,” Jacqueline interrupts. “We’re taking a little break in five,” she says, patting her chair’s butt affectionately. “And we can talk about the theft. Until then, why don’t you grab a refreshment and enjoy the exhibition, hmm?”

Marcus obeys, grabbing a little glass of punch from the refreshments table and keeping his expression aloof as he studies another exhibition: a curvaceous woman with massive breasts, draped in coats and holding an umbrella. The placard in front of her reads ‘Coat Rack,’ and a small, amused smile spreads across her face as she watches Marcus get the pun.

Despite his best efforts, Marcus can’t help but glance back at Jacqueline. He watches as she murmurs something to the man she’s sitting on, stroking his hair with a small smile as he answers. Marcus can’t hear the exchange, but he can’t help but notice that the man’s cock is rock hard–flushed and weeping with how much he likes his predicament. His own cock twitches with sympathy. There is something inexplicably appealing about being used like that. Marcus tries–and fails–not to think about being in the other man’s place, feeling fingers gently stroking his hair as he just drifts, not needing to pay attention to deadlines or meetings or the endless string of unread emails in his inbox, but simply existing with another person.

“Marcus,” calls a voice over his shoulder, and he suppresses a shiver.

"Ms. Conrad," he says, a little too brightly. He spins, plastering his agreeable ‘Friendly Agent’ smile on his face, the one that gets him through more doors than it really should.

Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t–

“Isn’t Oliver brilliant?” she gushes. “He’s been working on this exhibition for quite some time. He’s designed every scene personally.”

“Oh,” Marcus says, nodding his head. “Right.”

Play it cool, play it–

“Most people, when they see a new kink for the first time, are either disgusted right away, or they’re completely intrigued. They might not realize it right at that moment, but once it stews for a few days, it starts to eat at them, and they want to see more.”

“Is that right?” Marcus comments, his voice sounding just a little too high-pitched to be normal. “Ms. Conrad–”

“Jacqueline, please.”

“Jacqueline, I–the theft, were you aware of any threats to your gallery? Perhaps any attention from conservative groups, or–”

“I’m going to give you a choice,” Jacqueline interrupts. “We can discuss our business here, and you can leave, and I won’t bother you again until the conclusion of the case. Or,” she continues, leaning in closer, “you can come to my apartment and we can discuss the case–or anything else you’d like to talk about–in private.”

The conflicting offers bounce around in Marcus’s head. One the one hand, he stays here at this gallery, asks his questions, and leaves. On the other hand… well, he’s not quite sure what will happen if he follows this beautiful woman home, but she’s looking at him as if she understands exactly what is on his mind tonight. Say yes, his brain urges. Say yes and go home with her. Say yes and let go for one fucking night.

“Sure,” Marcus finally agrees. “We can discuss the–the case in private.”

Jacqueline purses her lips, her eyebrows drawing up in the middle, as if she’s looking at a very cute puppy. “You are too cute for words, you know that?”

Marcus’s eyebrows raise in surprise at her words. He isn’t sure what to say in response–he’s fine at taking compliments surrounding the job, but about him? He feels as if he’s been knocked off-balance by the praise.

Jacqueline palms his cheek. “You are,” she insists. “Poor thing. Come home with me, honey. I’ll make you feel good.”

Marcus follows her home in a daze. When she hands him a glass of wine at her apartment, she deliberately lets their fingers touch, and the light caress sends him down a path of no return–he will do whatever this woman asks of him tonight, and he knows it.

“Why don’t you tell me what you liked about the exhibition,” Jacqueline murmurs in Marcus’s ear as he takes his first sip of wine, and he suppresses a shiver.

“I like, uh–” Marcus trails off, genuinely thinking of a good answer. Why did the exhibition speak to him, make his cock stiff in his pants when he was supposed to be there for the job? “”I like–” he swallows thickly “–I like how someone can just be… static, I guess, if that makes any sense? LIke, just to uh, have the self-control to not move a muscle while–” he clears his throat. “In a weird way, it’s almost about being useful,” he continues, more quietly. “Being able to be there in a way that–that just involves being there, and nothing else.”

Jacqueline nods, as if the words coming out of his mouth are something more than gibberish. Her open expression prompts him to go on.

“I don’t want to think,” Marcus admits quietly. “I overthink everything. Work, relationships, everything. I try so hard to be everything to everyone. I’m so fucking tired of thinking.”

Jacqueline nods, her eyes full of understanding. She gets it. She sees him.

“Tell you what,” Jacqueline says with a little smile. “I had to put on way too much makeup for this silly show. I’m going to take it all off and go through a little skincare routine. If you’re really interested, why don’t we take this elsewhere, and you can take off all of your clothes for me and get on your hands and knees in front of the sink.”

For a harrowing, endless moment, Marcus doesn’t move. He can’t. He feels stuck to the spot, legs glued to the ground by the weight of Jacqueline’s request. Marcus is always in control. Marcus is the one who gives in every relationship. Marcus is the strong one, the person with his head on his shoulders, feet planted firmly on the ground.

What if he didn’t need to be?

Jacqueline’s eyes sparkle when Marcus’s hands finally move to loosen his tie.

Layer by layer, Marcus lays himself bare for her. He strips off his persona–the confident, collected Agent who allows every blow to glance off his shoulders without faltering, no matter how devastating. He shrugs off his shirt in the same way he’d had to shrug off his divorce, his broken engagement. He unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants, the same way he’s stepped away from every bad thing that’s ever happened in his life, walking away with his chin up and never truly facing any of them. Few people would ever know that underneath it all, he’s a vulnerable man.

With his heart in his throat, Marcus slides his boxers down, shedding his last barrier. Jacqueline watches the entire time, but it isn’t until he’s fully bare that she smiles kindly and steps in close to him, palming his cheek.

“You’re a beautiful man,” she tells him softly.

Marcus mumbles a low thank you, and Jacqueline’s smile widens. His breath stutters as he starts to walk over to the vanity, but he’s stopped with her gentle fingers on his forearm.

“Hang on,” Jacqueline says. “I want you to think of a word–something you don’t normally say in regular conversation. If at any time you feel uncomfortable in the slightest, you say that word, and we stop. Okay?”

A safeword. She’s asking for a safeword. Marcus casts his eyes around and lands on a classic painting of waterlilies hanging near the sink.

“Uhh, Monet,” Marcus answers awkwardly.

Jacqueline smiles. “That’s perfect, honey.” She nods in the direction of the vanity. “Go ahead.”

“Monet,” Marcus immediately says, and she cocks her head to the side in confusion. “I–can I–may I kiss you?” he asks quietly.

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Jacqueline breathes. “Yes, honey. Of course.”

Marcus is torn between capturing her lips gently with his and striding forward and crushing her against him. In the end, he does a mixture of both, taking her face in his hands and slotting his mouth against hers with a fervor unbefitting of what has thus far been a strange, kinky one-night stand.

Jacqueline opens to him willingly when his tongue seeks entrance, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging lightly on the strands. It's then that she takes charge of the kiss, angling Marcus’s head ever so slightly, and he’s all too happy to let her. He gives her everything he has to give, until she comes up for air, breathing heavily–something that gives him far too much satisfaction.

"You're trouble, aren't you?" Jacqueline teases against his lips.

"I usually am," Marcus agrees, a playful smile coloring his words.

"What are we going to do with you, hmm?"

"I'm sure you already have plenty of ideas," Marcus says with a breathless laugh.

"I have a few," Jacqueline murmurs. She runs her hands down the planes of his chest appreciatively. "Right now, I want to see this big, strong man on his knees."

Marcus had thought it would be harder to take his place on his hands and knees. He had thought his ego might protest at the last second, that when faced with the reality of this bizarre situation he’d found himself in, he’d come to his senses and question the sanity of being, of all things, a fucking chair for a woman he’d just met.

In reality, none of that crosses Marcus’s mind. It’s anticlimactic, when he finds himself on the floor in front of Jacqueline’s bathroom sink. He’s achingly hard for having done nothing but kiss her. He finds it’s the anticipation that’s making him so incredibly aroused–the idea that anything could happen tonight, and that he has absolutely no idea what to expect from this. ‘Furniture kink’ has never once crossed his mind as a thing anyone would do, much less him, but when Jacqueline sits in the middle of his back and reaches down to reassuringly stroke his cheek, it all feels so natural. Like it’s a normal thing he does with his partners.

“So, Agent Pike,” Jacqueline says with a playful seriousness as she goes about her routine. “What made you want to be an art detective?”

Marcus huffs a laugh. “Flunked out of art school,” he answers.

Jacqueline laughs above him. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m really not.”

“So you aren’t making it as an artist,” she says, “and that makes you think, ‘fuck it, I’m joining the FBI?’”

“Well, it was–” Marcus shakes his head, reminiscing. “It was on a bulletin board outside of the lecture hall. It was becoming clear that I was not going to make a living otherwise, and it sounded interesting.”

“Did you always like it?” Jacqueline asks quietly.

“Being in Art Crimes? Yeah,” Marcus answers truthfully. “It was everything that was missing in my life.”

Jacqueline’s breath catches. “And is anything missing now?” she asks, a knowing timbre to her voice.

“Well,” Marcus chuckles self-deprecatingly. “Not with the job, at least.”

“Oh, honey,” she tuts, but it’s not condescending, it’s empathetic. Marcus stiffens slightly as he feels Jacqueline’s hand gently stroke his hair back from his forehead. “You’re doing so well, you know that?”

To Marcus’s humiliation, a genuine whimper falls from his lips at her quiet praise.

Jacqueline giggles softly. “You are,” she insists. Her fingers card through his hair as her hand moves down the back of his neck to rest on his shoulders. “You have wide shoulders,” she observes.

“Yeah?” Marcus asks.

“Very,” she murmurs appreciatively. “So thick.”

Marcus watches out of the corner of his eye as Jacqueline removes the last of her makeup. She had been beautiful with it, and she’s just as beautiful without. She picks up a bottle of lotion and puts a little dot on her finger.

"You're doing so well," Jacqueline says again. "You're very still."

Marcus had been desperately trying not to move a muscle the entire time, wanting to do a good job, and he finds himself preening under her soft praise. His last partner had never really complimented him for simply… being him. All his life, he was always praised for what he gave to other people, so he gave and gave and gave and gave–and of course, everyone took.

When Marcus had first walked into that exhibition and discovered an as-of-yet unexplored territory, he had assumed that playing these roles would be punishing or stern–not that he'd be sitting and making comfortable conversation, almost like a date. Except he's naked, being used as a chair, and his cock has never been this hard.

“I didn’t expect it to be like… this,” Marcus says quietly, breaking the silence.

“What did you expect?” Jacqueline asks, sounding genuinely curious.

“More… serious, I guess?”

She laughs happily. “Don’t let those faux-romance novels fool you,” she says. “Kink is supposed to be fun. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“I’ve never really thought about it that way,” Marcus confesses.

“Thinking about kinky stuff a lot, are you, Agent Pike?”

It’s his turn to laugh. “I do have an office full of genitalia, at the moment.”

Jacqueline laughs again and sets a little container full of eye cream down on the counter with finality. “There,” she says. “All done.”

“Yeah?” Marcus perks up. That… that was it?

“Yeah,” Jacqueline repeats, stroking his hair again. “You did a good job, honey.”

Marcus hums in appreciation, but she continues.

“I’d like to give you a reward, for being so good for me,” she says.

“Oh,” Marcus says, dumbly.

“You’re rock hard,” Jacqueline observes wryly.

“I did notice,” he answers teasingly, matching her deadpan tone.

“Behave,” she warns, sliding off of his back and kneeling beside him. “Or you don’t get your reward.”

“Sorry,” Marcus says automatically.

“You’re cheeky,” Jacqueline says with a smile. “I like that.”

Marcus smiles to himself but doesn’t respond again. Is it too soon to fall in love with this woman?

“I’d like you to stay exactly as you are,” Jacqueline instructs. “No moving. And I’m going to stroke this pretty cock until you cum all over my floor, right where you are. Does that sound like a nice reward?”

“Yes,” Marcus answers immediately, not bothering to hide his desperation from her. Too soon or not, he’s gone.

Jacqueline hums in amusement, and reaches out to grasp his weeping cock.

“Fuck,” Marcus hisses, dropping his head between his shoulders in relief. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shh,” she soothes. “You don’t need to say anything,” she murmurs. “You don’t need to move. Just feel it, okay? Just focus on how good it feels.”

Jacqueline starts to stroke him up and down, and Marcus can only close his eyes and whimper pitifully at her touch.

“That’s it,” she encourages him. “You don’t need to do anything else. No moving, no talking, just me, touching this perfect cock until you turn inside-out for me.”

Marcus groans at her filthiness. No one has ever talked to him like this, and it’s a revelation.

“It’s so big,” she pouts. “Next time I’m going to take advantage of that and sit on it, instead,” she promises. “What do you think about that?”

“Yes,” Marcus exhales. “Please.”

“I wouldn’t let you cum for quite a while,” Jacqueline warns him. “I’m going easy on you tonight.”

“Fine,” Marcus says immediately. “Whatever you want.” He finds that he means it–he’s putty in her hands. Anything she’d ask, he’d do in a heartbeat.

“Ohh, I like you,” Jacqueline breathes. “Yes, you’re incredible. Cum for me, I wanna see what you look like.”

Marcus nods thickly. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Gonna–”

“Shh,” Jacqueline reminds him. “Stay still, remember? Right now, you’re mine to use.”

The statement causes everything to draw up tight. With barely any warning at all, Marcus cums with a sharp inhale, forcing himself to stay still as he spills over her knuckles, coating the floor with ropes of his spend.

"Oh, honey," Jacqueline murmurs. "That was a lot, huh? You are pent up."

Marcus laughs breathlessly. "Been–Jesus–been a rough couple of months."

"I'd like to hear about it," Jacqueline says quietly, rubbing up and down his back as he comes down. "Not tonight–but if you're interested in doing this again, I'd like you to tell me about it while we do a scene," she explains. "Honestly, it may help you let some of it go."

"Oh," Marcus exclaims softly. "I–yeah, I want that."

Jacqueline laughs quietly. "Good," she whispers. "I think you're cute, and sexy, and fun, and I'd love to get to know you a little better."

"Same," Marcus murmurs, smiling at the absurdity of asking to get to know someone better while naked, on his knees, his cum splattered on the floor beneath him.

As if she's reading his mind, Jacqueline says, "You know, if we'd been doing this for a little while, I'd make you lick it up for me."

Marcus's brain goes fuzzy at her words, and he lets out an obscene noise, somewhere in between a whine and a moan. The image of him licking his own cum off of her floor, combined with the prospect that she wants to do this again is causing him to short-circuit.

Jacqueline laughs at the broken sound. "Oh, you like that idea, huh? You want to clean up your mess for me?"

"Do just about anything for you right now," Marcus says with a wry grin.

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" Jacqueline asks.

Marcus shakes his head. "No."

She dips her finger in it and brings a little drop to his lips. He sucks it into his mouth, the light salt of her skin combining with the slightly bitter taste of him on his tongue.

"We're going to put a pin in that," Jacqueline is saying, "because this is the first time you've ever been a sub, and you're probably feeling a bit vulnerable, and I don't want to go too far before you're ready." She grabs a wad of toilet paper and wipes it up before Marcus can protest. "Sit up for me, honey."

Marcus rises to his knees and is able to look, really look at Jacqueline for the first time since getting down on the floor for her. She's right–he is feeling vulnerable, although he isn't entirely comfortable showing it just yet. But her eyes are warm and kind, and her expression is open and unguarded, and he finds himself already wanting more of this. It's not just her–it's everything, everything they've done tonight, the way he was finally given permission to just slow down for a moment, to do nothing.

"You can kiss me again," Jacqueline teases with a glint in her eye.

Marcus doesn't need to be told twice.

#Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #the mentalist fanfiction #pedro pascal #kinktober 2022

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nicosgirl2112 · 5 months

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Babe | Cesare x Mel (My buddy, @zomb13clowns)

Mel was sitting on the kitchen counter, texting his crew members in Zomburger. He was specifically texting his friend and co-worker, Alan, commonly referred to as Doctor in the workplace. Despite his cold exterior and elegant voice, he was quite chill outside of work.

Alan: Are you going to come to the bar with Francis, Conrad and I? Mel: Probably not. I'm just going to stay inside. How in the world could you part while it's raining, Doc? Alan: The fact that it's raining means it's more fun! Who doesn't like getting wet? Alan: Oh, god… I should rephrase that. Mel: EW, GROSS, ALAN! Lol Alan: Cease this! If you're not going to come along, I'll stop texting you. Mel: Mmhm, that would be appreciated.

Frances: Hey girl! Don't you have a crush on Cesare?? ;3 Mel: I, uh- No! Why would I? Frances: Girl, don't feel embarrassed! Julian has a crush on Alan. Mel: Well, that's obvious. Frances: Soo, do you like Cesare? Mel: Sigh. Yeah, yes, I do. Frances: I KNEW IT!!! U JUST WON ME 20 BUCKS!! :D Mel: I- You're welcome, I guess? Frances: Anyways, see you L8R! Mel: You too. Frances: BTW, we won't be back till' 10:PM. Mel: Ok!

Just as he was leaving the kitchen to sit on his couch, Mel heard vigorous knocking on the door. As he went to answer it, saying "Alright, alright!", he heard a voice on the other side of the door. "MEL! HEY, MELLY WELLY, ARE YOU THERE? HELLO?!", the loud voice said. It was a deep, bold voice that sounded like a peaking microphone. He sighed as he realized who it was. It was his bodacious boss, Cesare. Eventually answering the door, the pale zombie-esque man said "Oh, thank god! I was thinking you like, died or something. Jesus Christ, what are you doing in your spare time?", he said as he burst into the house.

"It took me like, a minute to answer the door. Chill out.", Mel said with a roll of the eyes. Cesare rolled his eyes back, saying "I AM CHILL. I'm practically the definition of the word!". Mel responded, "So, what do want, Cesare?". He, in turn, got his signature evil smile. "Well, I'm bored. So, I might as well give you what you want.". "W-what I want?", Mel stuttered. Cesare smirked, saying the one thing Mel feared the most. "I know you have a crush on me.".

"W-WHAT?! NO, I DON'T!", Mel responded. "Who do you think gave Frances the twenty bucks?", Cesare said with a chuckle. Scooping some of Mel's blonde hair from his face, he said "I don't mind trying new things, ya know.". Mel looked away, saying "Jesus, what happened to 'I like you'?". Cesare walked into the kitchen, pouring a beverage. Taking a sip, he said "You know, I can leave, or-", "Cesare, that's bleach.", Mel interrupted. The zombie-esque man looked at the clear liquid in the glass, shrugging and saying "Well, since when do people keep bleach next to the sink?". "Since forever, dude!", Mel responded.

"WHATEVER!", he said, his peaking microphone voice ringing through the house. After going to the sink and rinsing his mouth out, he returned to his spot in front of Mel. The two of them locked eyes as Mel inspected his appearance, realizing the situation. There was a strangely attractive, grey-skinned, yellow-eyed, blue-eyeliner-wearing gent in front of him, who admitted to having a vague attraction to him. Mel bit his lip in nervousness, to which Cesare laughed. "JUST KISS ME ALREADY, JEEZ!", he said.

Mel gasped, staring at him. "Cesare!", he screeched. "WHAT? What did I say?!", Cesare responded. "D-dude, are you serious?", Mel said. "Well, I love being honest, if you couldn't tell. So… Kiss me.". Mel moved close to Cesare, as shivers went down his spine. Putting his hand on Cesare's cheek, Cesare said in response, "Eugh, I don't like that. I'm… I'm gonna move that.". Moving the hand off his face, the two's lips connected as Mel closed his eyes. It made him feel tingly and warm inside, and he felt safe in Cesare's arms. Breaking the kiss to breathe, he looked back at the pale man, eyes sparkling like diamonds or an excited child. They continued the kiss as Mel hopped back up onto the counter. "Cesare?", Mel muttered. "Hm?", he responded. "Do you love me?". Cesare looked up, squinting slightly. "Yeah.", he said, continuing the kiss.

"We're ba- Woah!", a voice said from the door to the kitchen. Breaking the kiss and suddenly looking over, Mel saw Conrad, Frances, and Alan in the doorway. "Shit!", Mel said as Cesare remained unbothered. "Well, we'll leave you two lovebirds alone. Oh, we bought takeout too!", Alan said. "OH HELL YEAH!", Cesare said as he walked over to the coffee table and couch. "Babe, you coming?", he said. Mel smiled, eyes glowing as bright as ever. "Yeah!", he said as he headed into the living room. They spent the rest of the night chilling and talking. Although Mel didn't spend the night with the rest of them, he still had fun.

#cesare x reader #bigtop burger #cesare bigtop burger

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pancake-breakfast · 9 months

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It's too hot tonight. Please send ice cream.

At least I'm guaranteed more cool Livio and Wolfwood panels. For now.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 9, Chapters 3-4 below.

Chapter 3: LR

Aww, Miss Melanie is doing what she can for the kids despite the situation.

They know the situation is bad, though. Kids are smarter than we give them credit for.

I'd bet Miss Melanie is faster than people would guess. And I'd bet the kids know it, even if they forget from time to time, because they've been on the receiving end of it.

Wolfwood sure left an impression on the orphanage if they're still asking for him all these years later.

I'm just... gonna savor this panel.

Also, I can't help but wonder with the way the text is placed. Like... it's Miss Melanie speaking, but with Wolfwood in the foreground looking wistful and in a precarious situation, I find myself wondering if he's thinking something similar, but about Vash.

I'm honestly a bit surprised Livio's giving Wolfwood the smoke break. Surprised, but glad, since Wolfwood's taking full advantage of it. He's in no rush to try and take down Livio. There's nothing he's going to savor in this fight.

Livio backstory!!! I like the part where he apparently sees Wolfwood as trustworthy enough for it. Or... possibly dead enough for it.

This is no place for a tired, lost, and frightened child.

Razloooooooooo

Gods, my boy needs a hamburger or something. He's way too skinny here.

It would be somewhat upsetting to continually find letters in your own pocket with no concept of where they came from.

Heh, someone means business.

Iiiits Razlo. Hi, there, buddy... The R to Livio's L. Bold move when the Japanese language doesn't distinguish the two.

"I've been silenced." That sounds... involuntary.

Looks like the smoke break's over.

Livio's smiling, but we don't get to see his full expression. Just the skull mask.

Livio with them high kicks. Even Wolfwood looks impressed.

Ugh, no killing Livio, Wolfwood! Not allowed!

Chapter 4: At the Verge of Death

Oof, that was a good, clean shot, looks like.

The mercs aren't happy. They're just now realizing their place in the order of things here.

Dude, headshot like that?? Wolfwood...

Ok, this is interesting, 'cause it implies he expects Livio to get back up despite getting shot in the head.

Chapel's too happy about this, the sick fuck.

Stampede Spoilers: It's interesting that they kinda gave this emotional beat to Legato in Stampede. Like, they seem to be writing out Chapel anyway, what with wrapping Eye of Michael more tightly under Knives/Conrad, and Legato's the obvious choice for someone who would get a kick out of the sadism of it all. Plus, of course, it allows that nice parallel language that he uses about not understanding the value of a love between brothers in Stampede. (I'm still not over that line. It's just *chef's kiss*. I hope anime-onlys get a chance to appreciate it after season 2. I hope it makes them twitch as much as it makes me twitch.)

Ah, here are the Eye of Michael guys. These are separate from the mercs. I get it. Not sure they'll stand much of a chance if Livio's down for the count.

Uhhh... maybe we need to forget what I just said about Livio being "down for the count."

You know, Bungo Stray Dogs has an interesting episode about what happens when you continually return individuals from the verge of death like that....

Oof, Wolfwood....

Ugh, this does not look good.

Did Livio just try to kabedon Wolfwood with his foot??

Livio's having thoughts. Common, buddy. You can figure this out.

How to Take Your Medicine Like a Badass: A Guide by Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Speaking of, he's gonna run out of it fast at this rate. Somehow I doubt Eye of Michael's gonna be open-handed with giving him more.

A:LKAJD:LAKJD:LAJDL:FH: I have too many feels about this panel. The genuine fear in Wolfwood's face as he embraces Livio to pull a move he's not sure is the right one out of pure desperation. Someone save them.

FRACK! That's all the time I have for this tonight. That's... fine. That's ok. No need to rush. No need to rush....

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 9 #pancake thoughts

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tsitpforever · 2 years

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Y/n and Conrad’s Wedding

Warning: Mention of drinking, kissing, extreme cuteness, loud music, flashing lights,dancing, screaming

Also: This is just a story of how the wedding would have gone with Belly in YOUR perspective. It mentions the scene while Belly and Conrad dance on the ocean, but their are more details after. Instead Belly, Conrad, and Jeremiah are all siblings. Steven is your brother.

I hear someone walk into the room.

“Conrad if that’s you, you need to go I need to start getting ready for today,” I tell Conrad.

“Aww come on y/n, just a kiss,” Conrad begs. I pull off the blanket from on top of me and Connie runs up and kisses me. “Mm your going to look so beautiful,” he whispers into my ear. Fifteen year old me would be freaking out seeing Conrad and his soft side. It’s adorably cute, but I need to start getting ready. “Connie you need to go,” I say while pushing him out. Then Belly pops out of nowhere. “Time to get readyyyy,” Belly says looking all excited. “And time for you to leave,” she tells Conrad who’s still waiting at the door. He kisses me and then I push him out for the second time. “Belly I’m so excited, I get to marry Conrad the most handsome man alive,” I say squeaking to Belly. “Yes my brother is charming like that,” she says with a wink. I love Belly so much.

I insisted on having everything done at the beach house, including the wedding. I know Susannah would have loved my decision regardless. In my room I had gotten my hair done by Belly, and my makeup done by my mother. “Oh y/n Susannah would have loved to see you right now. You look gorgeous.”

Everyone always knew I was destined for Conrad, including Susannah. I had trouble deciding between the fisher brothers, and it was a rough path but here I am about to marry Conrad Fisher. “Thanks Mom, and didn’t you say Susannah left me a couple special things for my wedding?” I ask recalling Susannah’s last moments. I see my mom begin to tear up. They were best friends, in fact they were soulmates. Laurel and Susannah forever. “Yes she did. In fact let me go grab it right now.” They wedding is starting in just a couple hours, and Steven, Dad, Jere, and Adam were setting up everything outside. Hopefully the sunny weather will carry out until the wedding. Mom walks back into the room. I feel my eyes watering. I wipe quickly before my makeup gets ruined. It was an envelope and some jewelry. “She wanted you to read this note the night of your wedding, and to wear the jewelry.” The necklace and earrings shined. They were beautiful. “Thanks Mom,” I say then I whisper, “I love you Susannah”.

I put on my dress, then clip the earrings on and slip the necklace onto my necklace. I twirl in the room, smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. Mom helps me put on the veil, and Belly fixes up the dress and touches up my makeup. She also looks beautiful as always. Belly is also my very gorgeous maid of honor.

It’s go time. I walk down the stairs, giving the bridesmaid a first look. Everyone oohs and she’s. “Damn y/n looking sexy as ever,” Nicole shouts. Everyone laughs. I met her at the deb ball when I was 15. Then the groomsmen walk in. I hear whistles and clapping, I smile and twirl around. Then my dad and I hook arms and Mom opens the door. The sun shines bright into my eyes. The decorations look amazing, thanks to my family, friends, and Taylor my bff. We reach Conrad and my dad lets go. Conrad’s eyes water, and so do mine. I say my speech and so does he. “I declare Y/n and Conrad Fisher husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” and we kiss. I feel confetti and hear cheering all around. Conrad twirls me around, all while the sun beautifully sets.

“Hey Y/n, I have an idea just follow me,” Conrad says after everyone congratulates us and heads inside. We have a few minutes before everyone expects us inside. “Ok,” I say giggling like a little girl. We run down to the beach, and it begins to rain. Conrad picks me up and twirls me around. “I swear if you throw me in for a Belly flop, your going down with me handsome.” Belly flop was something we made up when Belly was little, and it occasionally happened to me. Conrad,Jere, and Steven would through us into the pool each time I came for the summer. It was tradition. “Then I guess we are going down baby,” and he throws me into the beautiful ocean. I laugh and we kiss. “We need to hurry up and get changed for the dance Y/n,” Connie says.

We run back from the ocean, dripping and water and my makeup completely ruined. Conrad stops and just stares at me. “I MARRIED THE MOST SEXIEST WOMAN ALIVE,” he screams and kisses me. We get back to the house, and quickly change. Finally party time. Me and Conrad do the first dance in my second dress, which is a subtle yet beautiful blue, with my hair up and wearing a flower crown. Then everyone starts dancing, or begin to get snacks. I head over to my girls. We shotgun beer, eat amazing snacks, and jam out. I swirl, and twirl around and then I grab Conrad. Time for our coordinated dance. The DJ switches it up to our song, and we start our dance. Everyone goes wild, and confetti is everywhere. After we finish, Conrad grabs me and holds me over his head while spinning.

Everyone leaves, and mom says she’ll clean up with everyone else in the family. Connie wants to go on a drive in my VW Bug with the roof open. We drive with slow music on, holding hands. I look up to the sky, and I feel happy. “I finally gave you the moon and the stars. Infinity,” he whispers and I kiss him. Then I look down and my Infinity necklace, and that moment I decided to read Susannah’s letter, and so does Conrad.

#tsitp #tsitp conrad #tsitpedit #conrad x belly #isabel conklin #lola is so cute lol #christopher briney #wedding #pov #conrad&y/n #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fanfic #tsitp x you #tsitp x reader #tsitp imagine

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stilldancewithyou · 2 years

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I love your Belly&Conrad posts! I recently watched the show, then read the books & now have one of the worst book/show hangovers I've had in years! I'd love to hear your thoughts on some bits from the books that I'm trying to figure out, like in the book 3, towards the end, C tells B he still loves her, he never stopped and thinks she knows it, that she has know in all along, but B denies it. What do you think Jenny's trying to tell us here? This part somehow doesn't feel entirely true (1/2?)

There was sm tension between B&C in book 3, when they go shopping, like they just fit perfectly! :D Not sure what to think of Jer when he apparently knew C would always be first, that B would never be able to completely let him go, and he still asked her to marry?? Like this proposal was an act of desperation to keep her and make up for cheating? And insisting he wanted all of her while knowing she couldn't let C go completely, somehow came off as possessive/dishonest of his motivation. I also have some questions about Jer's proposal and wedding rush.. Really seems like they both (?) were trying to erase C from their lives, or like he said, make it an excuse for B not to go back after C. I do believe they loved each other in a way (Jer probably loved her more ), but like the whole narrative gives this impression that it's not quite right, although B keeps convincing herself... sorry for the many messages, just have so may thoughts still... :D

There are a lot of bits in the end of the 2nd/beginning of the 3rd book that confuse me too, but I think Belly kept denying that Conrad loves her and that she loves Conrad because she didn't want to admit that she was wrong and kind of overreacted in book 2. I think she kinda knew it wasn't all on him and she was partly to blame for the way things went down between them, but she was clinging to the "he treated me terribly" narrative because she didn't want to have to admit "I treated him terribly too". The ironic thing is that Belly does know that he loves her, and she has known it the entire time, but she's denied it the entire time. It all goes back to what happened in book 2 when she went with Jeremiah to find Conrad and everything that happened in the car and the motel...which the 3rd book calls you back to, because Conrad keeps saying "that night at the motel I fucked up" and it haunts him. I think they both knew they were both in love with each other at the point, but since he kept saying he didn't and was choosing to leave her with Jeremiah, she didn't push the issue (that part in the motel, when Jere is asleep and she's pretending to be asleep and Conrad says "earlier, when I said I never wanted you, I didn't mean it". if she had rolled over and had a conversation with him and been like "i'll always be in love with you" things would have gone different. but she ignored him so he decided it was better to let her go). I think at the end of the third book she knew she had also chosen to go with Jeremiah, as much as Conrad chose to let Jeremiah have her. I feel like their thing was denying that they're in love even though they both know it. but I kind of loved that and the angst it added. Also, I think she started to realize through all the time spent with Conrad planning her wedding to Jeremiah (the shopping, the peaches) that she was always and would always be in love with Conrad, and that she did not love Jeremiah like that, but she was afraid of hurting Jeremiah and she felt like it would end up hurting everyone else too. (because remember when she and Conrad broke up, Laurel was like it's not just about you guys, Susannah is gonna be hurt too, and I think that made Belly feel like breaking Jeremiah would break the whole family).

To your second point- thank you for pointing this out, because literally yes! this bit has always been my biggest struggle with Belly x Jeremiah...the dude is straight up like "I think I'm in love with her. She's in love with Conrad, always will be, and will always choose him over ANYONE, she will always go back to him, he will always be first for her...BUT IDC I'm gonna go after her and confuse her anyway, and while I'm here why not propose????" I was like...WHAT. when I read that whole part about how he KNOWS Conrad is always first for her and the one she loves. The fact that Jenny wrote that and made a point to put it in there in Jeremiah's POV...because Conrad never really discusses Jeremiah and Belly and her love for Jere with the reader...so the fact that Jeremiah admitting to the reader that he knows this was put there by the author is just wild to me. And it's not just the fact that he knows and admitted all of that, he also knows she still currently loves Conrad and things are very unresolved with no closure between them, and he still thinks it's a good idea to get in the middle of that mess. I had a really hard time feeling bad for Jeremiah throughout the third book (at the end I was sad for him just with how that last conversation was written) because he knew this was going to happen. Like dude, you chose to rush things with her knowing she probably still loves Conrad and never got closure with him, and now you're mad because the thing you knew would happen all along happened??? What??? make it make sense. I got really mad at him when he was telling her how he wanted all of her and she wouldn't give it to him...yeah I understand how much that was hurting him but I didn't like that it was about the emotional connection and also the physical, and it seemed like it was kinda more upset about the sex thing...it was kind of a douche-y thing to say. I think he felt like if he was Conrad she would've given herself fully to him and that was the point of that whole conversation but it just rubbed me the wrong way (especially after him and his friends casually joked about him having sex with her and when he hooked up with Lacey in front of Conrad at the bachelor thing...I know they were drunk but drunk words are sober thoughts).

In regards to the proposal and wedding rush...it was a big mess and very confusing. I keep seeing people who haven't read the books saying "they get engaged/married in the third book?? they're way too young to get married that's crazy they're 19"...yeah, that's literally the whole point. It didn't make sense, was crazy, rushed, and too soon, they're way too young. No one they told was super excited/supportive at first (not even Steven!!!) and Belly's friends are even stunned at first and like girl wtf have you gotten yourself into. And none of the above has to do with Jeremiah, it's not that no one wants her to marry Jeremiah...they just don't want her to marry him right now. Which is where all of the problems arise. Belly is even asked why now? -and doesn't really have an answer. So you have to ask yourself...why do they feel they need to get married now? If they're so in love, can't they just be engaged until they graduate? I personally think the answer is that they know if they don't get married now, they never will- I think they kinda realized their relationship was falling apart and was not built to last, and the proposal was a band aid over a bullet wound. Also, the whole reason he proposed to her was as a way to prove to her he wouldn't "cheat" again, but I think also bc being married would mean he won't hook up with other girls and Belly won't go back to Conrad, and Jere seemed really desperate to keep her from Conrad- in the last chapter he even says to Belly "I won't be the reason you don't go to him", so I feel like he knew he was the only thing stopping her from going back to Conrad, and the proposal was at least partly about that. It's an interesting dynamic, bc Belly wanted to forget about/erase Conrad and Jeremiah wanted to erase Conrad from Belly's heart.

I stand by what I said above, the proposal and rushed wedding was a band aid over a bullet hole, and the funny thing is Conrad realizes something is off about the whole thing and thinks there must be some bigger reason for the wedding but he can't figure it out, so he gives them the benefit of the doubt that they're getting married bc of their love for each other. He was trying his best to be supportive and helping with the wedding bc he thought Belly was happy and it was what was best for both her and Jere, but when he finds out about the "cheating" scandal he kinda goes crazy, and when he tells Belly and she says she already knows Conrad realizes that they're only getting married to make up for the cheating, and that's when he breaks down and tells her he loves her and has always loved her all along. I think a big part of this is that Conrad and Jeremiah's dad cheated on Susannah, so Jere should have known better- he knows the hurt that it can cause firsthand, and I feel like that's what was running through Conrad's mind. He couldn't believe Jeremiah would treat Belly of all women the way their father had treated Susannah.

also- I think Jeremiah did love Belly, and I think she loved him too (but he loved her more). I also think feelings and emotions got very confused with the truth, and I think the loss of Susannah contributed to this- bc for Jeremiah, Belly is a huge part of his childhood and a big piece of Susannah (she's someone Susannah adored!) and someone who makes him feel safe, comfortable, and is simply familiar, a security blanket in a way, and so he was trying desperately to hold onto that last piece of Susannah. So losing Belly as a lover, as a friend, would be like losing his mother again. He didn't want to lose anyone else so he held on to Belly too tightly. idk, this is just my opinion and analysis based on what I've read.

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #we'll always have summer #it's not summer without you #conrad fisher #team conrad #jeremiah fisher #belly x conrad #belly x jeremiah #i'm so sorry it took me sooo long to answer this!\

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have anwen and/or galaed for the ask game, if you’d like! :D (and hope you feel better soon! <3) @kerra-and-company

Thank you 🥰 It's already better than this morning but i'm not out of the woods yet 😅

Anwen, my beloved:

01. Full name: Vicountess Anwen Evergreen (if Snargle is to be believed, Faren would be a Duke... Anwen's bloodline is nowhere as prominent and influent as the Farens but her parents did bestow upon her a title – mostly honorific – to go with her estate in the Reach)

02. Best friend: Meryw 🌲💙 (though one could argue that Meryw is her sister and Canach is her best friend 😅)

03. Sexuality: Quarterly bi! (courtesy of @lilypixy) Demi but so slow to work out her attraction that she only gets half of that label 🤣 !

04. Favorite color : Sapphire blue

05. Relationship status: Taken (by Trahearne)

06. Ideal mate: clever, thoughtful, gentle, supportive... Trahearne.

07. Turn-ons: Neck kisses, being swept off her feet

08. Favorite food: Orrian truffle risotto, New Kaineng Noodles (the extra spicy ones), white chocolate and raspberry cake 🍰

09. Crushes: Sieran, Trahearne (insert 'not sure if' meme : not sure if bi, pan, or just really into sylvari)

10. Favorite music: Balade, sung poems and festive music (she particularly loves the bell choirs of Wintersday because the crystalline sounds remind her of Aurene)

11. Biggest fear: "That one day through my actions I'd condemn someone to suffer in agony." - Her worst fear comes true both with Apatia and Trahearne. In a broader sense, she's terrified of failing to protect her loved ones, of outliving them...

12. Biggest fantasy: The dragon cycle has ended, Aurene is happy and at peace, her friends and family are safe from all harm and she's living her life alongside with her loved ones. There's a library with more books, scrolls and tablets that could be read in a dozen lifetimes, and the more they read the more volumes appear. Running out of time is not something either of them has to worry about, though. There's a garden that needs tending, and a plum tree with a blanket underneath and fairy lights in it, and always a glass of wine or a cup of tea at hand. — a little sneak peek of their "after" 😌

13. Bad habits: Takes more than she can shoulder and hides it till she breaks ; inadvertently ghosts people because she has time blindness and picks up relationships where they left out

14. Biggest regret: Being unable to save Sieran and Blish... there were other deaths she wish she could go back in time and do things differently to avert, but none feel more unfair than these two..

15. Best kept secrets: A generous and totally anonymous donation she made to the Shining Blade, in hope to commute some of a certain sylvari's service time.

16. Last thought: as in... her last thought, or the last thought I had about her? For the latter I was wondering which Aurene legendary to give her before the new content drops... whether to finish Aurene's Insight – that I could use on a LOT of my characters – or finish the shield or get her the greatsword... I love her wielding Caladbolg and I don't want that to change but a branded Caladbolg would be... somewhat bittersweetly fitting. I don't really know how to explain 😅

17. Worst romantic experience: The amount of stress she was under when she realised she was in love with Trahearne, the fear of losing him and the dark relief she felt when the many deaths they encountered were, at least, not his.

18. Biggest insecurity: She wonders if she could have done more to protect Aurene from the crushing weight of her destiny... to buy her some time, some peace, some safety...

19. Weapon of choice: Greatsword and shield

20. Role Model: The people she loves have shaped her throughout her life and keep shaping her as she journeys forth. Violet and Conrad Faren, with their kind heart and sharp spirits ; the memory of her parents, a legacy she wanted to honour ; Logan Thackeray, with all the dumb courage and chaotic energy of a golden retriever; Sieran, for her unbridled joy in discovery and for being the first person Anwen could really infodump to without seeming to tire her; Meryw, for the constance of her heart, the brilliance of her mind and the valiance of her soul ; Trahearne, for his openness, his dedication and the brightness of his hope.

Both @dumb-dumb-mander and you requested some insight on Galaëd so I'll make an Autumn Birch centric post tomorrow and tag you both, if that's okay 🥰🍂 gonna hit the hay, now!

#archesa answers #thanks a lot for asking #i enjoyed answering these a lot!#anwen evergreen #I'm thinking a lot about her lately with new content dropping next week 🤩😍

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wayward-dreamer · 2 years

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Reluctant Renegade - Chapter 3

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 4,112

Summary: After the night that saw his transformation into a vampire, resulting in the death of his wife, Dean spends his lifetime seeking revenge on the one that turned him. Reluctantly living outside the law because of what he is, he finds his niche as a bounty hunter, hired by families looking for someone, anyone to avenge the deaths of their loved ones. He doesn’t play by the rules, finding justice for the victims by any means necessary.

But as dead bodies rack up and catch the attention of a young, naive but by-the-book detective, she won’t stop until she finds out who’s responsible for them. Dean knows he has to convince her of his innocence, but can he do that while maintaining his secret? And when the alpha that sired him finds him first, can he keep Y/N safe?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, brief implications of sexual assault, pretty sure that's it.

A/N: Inspired by the song Blood Like Lemonade by Morcheeba. Beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy. Big thanks to @writercole for being one of my cheerleaders on this since the idea came to me. I'm so glad everyone is loving this and I hope you continue to, happy reading! :)

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Dean was thankful for the rain.

The sun had never been a big problem in Seattle, which was why he had moved there, but the rain and the overcast of clouds definitely made things easier. He sipped his black coffee as he sat at the small table in his kitchen, his mind constantly reeling from the night before and the events that had transpired. Miles was in town, and with his parting words it was clear that his maker, Conrad, was too. He had tried to find them over the years, but they were crafty, having been vampires a lot longer than he had. They knew how to hide but he had to hope that this time he could outsmart them. Leo, the third of their trio, was the weakest link in the group. If Dean managed to find him, then he could get to Conrad.

If the encounter with Miles hadn’t been enough, he was almost busted last night by a cop. He hadn’t seen her face as he obviously had his back to her, but she sounded young. He had heard her steady heartbeat, telling him she wasn’t scared, which was a necessity in her line of work. Along with hearing her heartbeat, he smelled her perfume, a little flowery but something richer as well. Suffice to say, he was intrigued but ultimately grateful that he had the chance to make a quick escape.

But that didn’t mean he hadn’t been thinking about who she was all night.

Y/N leaned back against her desk, staring at the board in front of her. She had the copied images of each of the cases pinned up, and all possible connections to all of them. Despite Jake Edwards being connected to Jessica Hart, nothing else added up. There was no kind of links between the female victims, or the male ones that had attacked them. A few of them seemed to know each other, hence why they were in groups, but there was nothing to suggest who killed them. With the latest, Caleb Newman, the job was only half done. Drained of his blood but no bullet wound because she had managed to catch up to the suspect before he could finish his work, and even then, he still somehow escaped.

She wasn’t sure how it all happened so fast, but she was definitely having a case of whiplash because of it. There was only one thing she knew for sure.

Mrs. Hart had answers that Y/N needed and she was going to get them.

“Detective?”

She turned in the direction of the officer that had just called out to her, standing up from the desk.

“Mrs. Hart’s in the interrogation room.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, with a quick lift of her lips into a smile before it dropped.

She took off her gun belt and hung it over the chair, picked up all the original case files and with one quick glance over the desk to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind, she walked towards the interrogation room. She stopped outside the door, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. She stilled her nerves, hoping that her suspicions were right and that she would finally have a clear picture of what was going on. She opened the door, a polite smile towards the woman sitting inside before she sat down across from her.

“Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Hart,” she started, placing the files on the table.

The older woman nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Mrs. Hart, I need to start off by asking you to tell me what the relationship was between your daughter, and Jake Edwards,” Y/N stated, taking out the pictures of the two victims.

“I already gave my statement when it.. it happened,” Mrs. Hart said, her voice breaking as she looked up at Y/N.

“I realize that, but I just need to make sure all the information lines up,” Y/N muttered, a solemn smile on her face. “But please… take as much time as you need.”

Mrs. Hart took a deep breath before she started speaking. “They were together for about two years. Things seemed fine but they weren’t. He was… he wasn’t good to her, especially towards the end. We kept trying to tell her to leave but she didn’t, she said she couldn’t. She was afraid.”

“What happened on the night of her attack?” Y/N asked.

“I didn’t want her to go out with him and his friends, but she said it would be fine, that there would be other people at the party, but that clearly wasn’t true. She called me when they were out, saying that she wanted me to come and get her. But uh… by the time I got there, they had left… but not before they…” Mrs. Hart exhaled deeply, taking out a few tissues and wiping the tears away from her face.

Y/N’s jaw clenched as she tried to keep herself from exploding. She almost didn’t want to ask the rest of her questions. She wanted to conclude that Jake was a disgusting piece of shit and leave it at that, that he deserved what he got, but she had to do her job.

“Mrs. Hart, Jake along with his friends were found exsanguinated as I told you.” She took out the photos that the coroner had taken, placing them in a line, “along with three other men from other incidents. They were drained of their blood and shot. It’s not so much the bullet wounds that are the confusing part. Is there anything you can tell me?”

Mrs. Hart scoffed, shaking her head as she glared at Y/N, her mood suddenly different. “Can I ask you a question, Detective?”

“Uh… yes,” Y/N replied, frowning. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she respected the woman needed to say something to her.

“Did any of the other men hurt innocent girls?” she asked, gesturing to the other three photos.

“Some did, yes,” Y/N muttered, her tone low.

“Then why should I care if they died?” the older woman snapped, anger exuding from her.

Y/N leaned forward, folding her arms on the table as she looked at the woman suffering in front of her. She knew she had a point, a good one, but she still needed to do things by the book. “Mrs. Hart, I know whoever filed your statement and report should’ve followed through, that things should’ve been handled before they got to this point, but that’s what I’m trying to do now. That means I need the full picture. If you know what happened to Jake and his friends, and possibly to the rest of these guys, I need the truth.”

“I… I can’t tell you that,” Mrs. Hart whispered, shaking her head.

“I can make sure none of the consequences fall on you,” Y/N reassured her.

“You can?” Mrs. Hart asked, unconvinced.

“Yes,” Y/N stated, firmly.

She took another deep breath, reaching into her bag and pulling out a black business card, sliding it across the table to Y/N. Y/N flipped it over, frowning as she only saw a phone number written in white font on it.

“I was in complete distress the day after it happened. I was at a bar when this man walked up to me, asked me what happened. He gave me this, telling me he could help. I didn’t believe him at first, but he said he had done the same for other families that went through what I did, so… I called him,” Mrs. Hart explained.

“What was the man’s name?” Y/N asked, her tone authoritative, knowing she was close and couldn’t give up now.

“Dean,” Mrs. Hart replied, sighing heavily. “Dean Winchester.”

Y/N nodded, thanking Mrs. Hart for her time before the woman left. She stood up from the table, slamming her hands down on the surface as she let out the breath she had been holding in. She had finally gotten something that she could work with, and she hoped that she was on the verge of cracking the rest of the case. When she returned to her desk, she looked up the name that Mrs. Hart had given her. There was no match to any addresses throughout Seattle, and not even when she widened the search. Shaking her head from the confusion that ran through her mind, she searched the phone number. It was linked to an address that looked to be an apartment building, but as she glanced at the clock, she knew she had run out of time.

“What are you still doing here?” Jenny, her partner on a few cases and who sat across from her, asked. “Don’t you have to be at that bar for drinks?”

“Yeah, like ten minutes ago,” Y/N sighed.

“Well, get outta here. It’s Friday night, can you please live your life for once?” Jenny jested, winking.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N waved her off as she stood up, picking up her jacket. “See you Monday.”

Y/N glanced up at the clock again as she walked out, hoping she had enough time to go home, change, and be at the bar after that. Hopefully her friends wouldn’t kill her if she sent a text with the sincerest apology she could muster for people that she had never really fit in with.

Dean’s phone rang obnoxiously as it laid on the table. He looked away from his laptop, staring down at the screen. He smirked in surprise, seeing the name of someone he hadn’t heard from in a very long time. Pressing the answer button, he placed the phone against his ear, closing the laptop screen.

“Where’s the fire?” he asked, leaning back against the chair.

“In Seattle, brother,” the Southern voice replied.

“You’re here?”

“Just got here, needed a change, thought I’d pay an old buddy a visit,” Benny stated.

“Well, drinks are on me,” Dean muttered, “Oliver’s at 7?”

“You got it, chief,” Benny confirmed before he hung up.

Dean was about to put his phone down on the table when it rang again. Looking at the screen, he raised his eyebrows, answering the call and hoping that he was about to hear some good news. “Charlie, tell me you got something.”

“Afraid not,” she responded, defeat heavy in her voice. “I’ve traced all the numbers you gave, the addresses they might have been using, it all checks out.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, gritting his teeth.

“Any places you think they’d be if I widened the search?” she asked.

“I’m sure there are, I’m gonna look back over files on ‘em,” he replied, thinking about all the information on the three vampires that had ruined his life. “Call you tomorrow?”

“Sure thing,” she muttered before he ended the call.

Dean leaned back in his chair, his mind working overtime as he thought about where Conrad and the others could be. He’d be late meeting Benny if he didn’t leave soon, so he had to wait to take out all the information he had collected about them over the years. He hoped that whatever he had would help Charlie find them, because after years of tracking them, he almost had an opportunity to catch up, to finally avenge his wife’s death, to rid the world of them once and for all.

He wasn’t going to let them hurt anyone else.

Y/N walked up to the door of the bar, opening it and pushing up on her toes, trying to find her friends over the crowd in the room. They had texted her to say they had moved on to a smaller bar once they lost the reservation at the other one because of her, and she felt incredibly guilty. She was no doubt going to be scolded for it as soon as she made her way to them, and as much as she was at fault, she didn’t want to hear it. She saw one of them waving her over, and she began to push her way past people to get to their table.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she immediately got there. “It’s just, I had-”

“Had a lot going on with the case you’re working, and you lost track of time,” her friend Ruby stated, glaring at her as she looked up from her drink. “Yeah, not the first time.”

Y/N sighed. She hadn’t even sat down yet. “Please don’t make me feel worse than I already do.”

“Can you not lay into her as soon as she gets here?” Meg chastised as she stared at Ruby.

Y/N smiled at Meg before she raised an eyebrow at Ruby, taking a seat across from them. She took off her scarf and coat, draping them over her chair and fixing her black, lace top. Meg winked at her as she slid a glass of red wine across to her, having ordered it for her already. Y/N took a sip, her eyes glancing around the room and taking in the atmosphere. Her gaze landed on someone sitting in the corner booth at the back of the room, a tumbler in his hand as he looked down at the table. He was incredibly good-looking, she could tell even from a distance, with his strong jaw, flippy, light brown hair and strong build.

“He got here a few minutes before you did,” Meg stated as she shifted closer to her. “You should-”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as she turned to her friend. “The point of tonight is hanging out after weeks of all of us being too busy, not flirting with guys.”

“Sure,” Meg muttered into her glass as she sipped.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she laughed, pushing her chair forward and catching up with the girls the way they had intended to.

Dean sipped his whiskey, the alcohol doing its best to kill the craving of what he really wanted. It usually took a healthy dose of blood bags or animal blood to stop his desire for more than that. The only time he ever indulged in blood straight from the vein of a human was all the bad guys he killed, but sitting in that bar, packed because of happy hour which he really should’ve anticipated even for a bar as small as Oliver’s, he was fighting to keep control. His gaze floated across the crowded room, nothing catching his attention, until his heightened sense of hearing picked up the soft timbre from across the space.

He watched her as she sat down across from two other women, her hair shining in the amber lighting of the room, her laugh echoing in his ears, louder than the music playing from the jukebox in the corner. She was beautiful, and completely unattainable because unlike him, she was human.

And for the fact alone, he had to stay far away from her.

“What’s caught your eye, brother?”

Dean snapped out of his trance, looking up at the voice that had just interrupted his thoughts. “Nothin’.” He stood up and brought his old friend in for a hug, gesturing to the bartender walking past to get him another glass of what he was drinking.

“It’s been a while, chief,” Benny stated as he sat down across from Dean.

“It has,” Dean agreed, turning back to him rather than letting himself be distracted by the woman across the room. “How’s Prague treatin’ ya?”

Benny started talking about his travels, but Dean found himself being drawn to her again, his eyes focusing on her as she drank her wine, laughing at whatever her friends were saying, the way her fingers held the glass and how her lips pulled up.

“…And I’m just gonna stop talkin’ ‘cause clearly you ain’t listening,” Benny added, smirking as he saw Dean look at him with an expression of knowing he had been caught. “What’s goin’ on with you?”

“Honestly… a lot,” Dean admitted, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Conrad, Miles and Leo are in town.”

Benny’s eyes widened as he sat forward at the news. “How do you know?”

“‘Cause I had a run-in with Miles,” Dean replied, tapping his fingers against his tumbler, his mind deep in thought. “I don’t know anything other than that, I got Charlie on it.”

“Did you need me to-” Benny started but Dean scoffed, shaking his head.

“You stay out of it, okay? I can handle this,” Dean ordered, his voice slightly stern. “Thanks, though.”

“Well…” Benny stopped to sip his drink, knowing that he wasn’t getting the full story. “That all may be true, but… there’s something else goin’ on.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, man,” Dean denied.

“Really? So, it’s got nothing to do with the girl across from the bar, currently drinking a glass of red and wearing a black top?” Benny didn’t even turn around to look at Y/N, knowing full well who his old friend was staring at.

“Nope,” Dean answered far too quickly, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid.

Benny chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, you ain’t been this distracted by a woman since that Rockette in the 90s, and you haven’t slept with anyone since then, either.”

Dean glared at him. “This isn’t like that.”

Benny shrugged, gesturing towards the woman across the room. “Doesn’t have to be. Could be different… you should talk to her.”

“No, I’m… I can’t do that,” Dean muttered, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed. There was something about the girl, something he felt worth taking a risk for, but he couldn’t do it because he knew the truth. It was never worth it.

“How long are you gonna do this to yourself?” Benny asked, staring him down.

“Man, just because you and Andrea made it work doesn’t mean it’s a done deal for everybody,” Dean snapped.

“Never said it was,” Benny countered, a small smile appearing on his face as Dean’s shoulders dropped and his features softened. “But how you ever gonna know if you don’t try?”

Dean frowned but said nothing. He didn’t know what to do at that moment. He knew there was truth to what his friend was saying, in fact, he had seen him and Andrea together over the decades. He had sworn after Carmen that he would never love another woman, but he couldn’t deny the pull he felt towards the one across the bar. He had slept around over the centuries, but he instantly felt different with her. He felt it deep in his body; she was different.

“Speaking of Andrea, I gotta head back to the hotel,” Benny muttered, throwing back the rest of his drink before he set the glass down, standing up. “I’m in town for a while, so let’s catch up. All three of us.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Dean agreed, nodding.

“Take care, brother,” Benny said, smiling softly before he made his way through the crowd.

Dean’s eyes flicked across the room, watching the woman stand up with her empty glass, making her way to the bar. Looking down at his drink, he allowed his mind to go through all of the possibilities of what could happen should he go over to her. Shaking his head clear from all the negative voices, he gulped down the last of his whiskey, standing up and taking long strides across the room.

Maybe the risk would be worth it this time.

He stood a little behind her, watching as she tried to get the attention of the bartender, from between two men. They were all lined up against the bar top, some taller than others and trying to put in their drink orders with the two bartenders behind the bar. Dean pushed past some of the people, looking down at her shoulder as he was suddenly next to her.

“Hey!” he called out above the others, getting one of the bartender’s eyes on him immediately. He looked down at the woman next to him, her eyes wide in approval as she smiled. “What can I get you?”

“Red wine,” she replied, staring up at him.

“Red wine for the lady, and another double,” he ordered, gesturing to his glass. He turned back to her once the bartender moved back, getting their drinks.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice raising over the noise in the room.

“No problem,” he smirked.

Y/N looked back at her friends, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes at Meg’s insinuating wink towards her. She turned back to the stranger, the one who had caught her eye several times throughout the night, feeling her cheeks heating up in his presence. He was even more beautiful up close.

“Here you go,” he handed her the glass of wine, stopping her from handing over the money, “on me.”

“Listen, uh…” she huffed a laugh, shaking her head as she looked up at him.

“Hey, I’m not tryin’ to get anything out of this,” he reassured her, taking his tumbler from the bar, “just showing you chivalry’s not dead.”

“That’s good, ‘cause this sort of thing doesn’t work on me that easily,” she informed him, raising an eyebrow.

“I hope it doesn’t,” he remarked, his eyes locking on hers.

Dean stared down at her, the scent of her perfume reaching his senses, causing his eyebrows to furrow. He quickly sobered, not wanting her to think something of it, but he would know that aroma anywhere. The timbre of her voice sounded familiar too. It didn’t take long for his mind to figure out why. It was softer now than her harsher tone in that alleyway, but she was without a doubt the cop that he encountered the night before. He didn’t need to see her face to know.

All the possibilities of how this could go ran through his head. It could end up a complete disaster if she found out who he was. Or it could be everything he had hoped to have since Carmen, if she didn’t. He barely ever admitted to himself that he wanted more with someone, pushing down those hopes because his life would never allow him to feel that sort of happiness again. There had been a lot of darkness in his life, most of it through his own volition, and no matter how much he wanted things to be different, he couldn’t bring her or anyone else into it.

And her being a detective would only add complications to the way he lived and carried out his business. He threw back his drink, leaving the tumbler on the bar, a soft smile on his face as he gestured to her glass. “Enjoy.”

Y/N frowned. Lifting an eyebrow, one side of her mouth pulled up as she stared at him. “Giving up already?”

With a small smirk, he put on his coat and glanced at her. It was better this way. “I’ll see you around.”

She laughed slightly as she looked down at her feet, shaking her head as she met his eyes again. Seattle didn’t seem very big, but it was, and while she hoped to see him again like he thought they would, she wasn’t so sure. She felt that familiar fluttering within her as he winked at her, just before he turned on his heel and pushed past people towards the exit.

“He left?” Meg asked, as she appeared next to her, her eyes on the man that had just disappeared.

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, softly as she took a sip of her wine.

“Well, do you guys talk? Did you at least give him your number?” she questioned, standing directly in front of Y/N.

“Uh, no,” Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “But that’s okay, I-”

“No, it’s not,” Meg muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, it really is. That wasn’t the point of tonight,” Y/N countered, wrapping her arm around her friend’s. “Now come on, before Ruby starts in on both of us…”

Y/N headed back to the table with Meg, both looking at each other knowingly as Ruby glared at them. As she sat down and tried to take part in the conversation, her mind wandered off. She wasn’t sure why, but there was a pit in her stomach after the mysterious guy walked out of the bar. She didn’t know if it was because she might not see him again, or whether it was because there was something off about him.

Given her experience, however, she had to believe that it was the latter and that made her skin crawl.

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