#he look at Lisa with his big ol’ eyes

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Electrifying look

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Waiting for Love - Part Four

Relax and Enjoy the Ride

Content: Late July 1970, marriage problems, infidelity, smut, some angst, fluff, 18+

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Elvis heard a soft rapping at the door to his hotel suite and his heart sped up at the irrational thought that maybe Vivien had decided to just quit her job and stay with him. He swung open the door, but to his shock it was Priscilla, holding a small bag in one hand and Lisa Marie’s arm with the other. Lisa was trying to squirm away. “Daddy!” she yelled out when she looked up at him.

“Yisa!” he responded with delight. “C’mere and give Daddy a big ol hug!” He scooped her up and covered her little face with kisses, blowing raspberries on her chubby cheeks.

“Daddy have cake?” Lisa asked with a big grin.

“Of course Daddy has some cake for ya. Ya want chocolate?” Elvis beamed as he led her over to the dining area.

“Elvis, she really doesn’t need that right now,” Priscilla started to say, but Elvis waved her off.

“Let me give my princess some cake.”

“Yeah, mommy, princess need cake,” Lisa smiled at her hero and sweet-provider. Priscilla rolled her eyes.

“Are you alone here?” she asked Elvis casually, glancing around for any evidence to the contrary.

“Of course. I mean, the guys are here, but they’re out pickin’ up dinner. Or lunch. Or whatever meal we’re supposed ta be eatin’ right now,” Elvis said, glancing at the clock. 6pm. “Why? Were you expectin’ someone else?” he asked, starting to grow suspicious and irritated. “Is that why ya showed up unannounced two weeks early?”

Priscilla looked away guiltily. “No,” she murmured. “I just thought it would be nice for Lisa to see you for a few days. And for me, too,” she quickly added. “Then we’ll go back to LA.”

“But you’re comin’ for opening night, right?” Elvis asked, his face looking eager like a puppy dog.

“Yeah, yes, of course,” Priscilla answered, wondering how long they were going to keep up this charade of a happy couple for opening night. Elvis was wondering the same thing. Wondering why he felt he needed her there. Wondering if he’d care to see her at all if Lisa wasn’t with her. Wondering why he felt more irritation than happiness when his own damn wife showed up at his door. He felt trapped in a web of promises, expectations, and pressures that he could not begin to articulate. And now the added complication of Vivien. Of love.

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“So what happened next?” Roxanne grilled as she and Vivien relaxed on her sofa Friday night. They’d both had busy weeks at work, and it was the first chance they’d had to catch up since Vivien’s whirlwind trip to Las Vegas the weekend before. She sipped her red wine and stared intently as Vivien fidgeted with her bottle of Pepsi.

“Well, he rehearsed for a while, and it was amazing to see. Like my own private concert,” Vivien said, smiling at the memory of that rich soulful voice filling the rehearsal space. “And then later,” she continued, staring down at her red fingernails tapping nervously on the bottle, “we, uh, went up to his room.”

“Oooh, now this is what I wanna hear!” Roxanne leaned in close so she wouldn’t miss a thing. “Was it like a party or just the two of you? Did you see him naked? Did you do the deed?”

“Hold on, hold on, I’ll get to all that. First we just talked for a while. He was asking me what I thought of his rehearsal and then we talked about his movies. Rox, he’s sooo sweet and funny.”

“Yeah, yeah, sweet, funny, charming, now get to the good stuff,” Roxanne teased. “Did you tell him how much we love his tight pants in the movies?”

Vivien blushed as she reached for the bowl of popcorn sitting on the couch between them. “I might have mentioned something about that.”

“You did?” Roxanne squealed. “What did he say?”

“Um, he turned really red actually. It was very cute. Of course, I was blushing too. And that led to me, uh, doing some other things,” Vivien said evasively.

“Other things? C’mon, Vivien, tell me what happened!” Roxanne threw a piece of popcorn at her.

“I’m sorry, I just feel embarrassed saying it all out loud,” Vivien groaned, burying her head in her arms, using the bottle of Pepsi to cool down her burning hot face.

“Oh, Viv, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I always tell you everything, and I’ve been waiting for the day when you’d have something juicy to share. Don’t hold out on me now!”

“Okay, okay,” Vivien breathed out nervously. “This is what happened. He let me take his pants off, and then I…” Vivien made a motion like she was licking a lollipop.

“Oh Viv I’m so proud of you!” Roxanne crowed. “Did you like it? Did he like it? How big was it?” The interrogation continued.

“Oh, I really loved it. The way he moaned when I licked him…I’ll remember that sound for the rest of my life,” Vivien giggled. “I think he liked it, but I don’t know if I was very good at it. I didn’t do it too long before he wanted to do some other things.”

“What things?” Roxanne demanded. “Did you go all the way?”

“No, I wasn’t sure if I was ready, and he said he wanted to take things slowly anyway.”

“Aww, that is a very sweet line,” Roxanne said. “So what did you do instead?”

“Well, he took my dress off so I was just in my underwear, and then he got on top of me and just kind of, you know,” Vivien made a rolling motion with her hips and laughed. “It felt really good, though, especially since his tongue was just all over me. And he must have loved it too because he…finished on me,” Vivien’s voice dropped to a whisper at the end.

“Wait, what? Elvis finished just from humping you through your underwear?” Roxanne sounded shocked.

“Yeah, then he used his fingers to make sure I finished too. He said he had to take care of me.” Vivien beamed at the thought of how considerate he was. She knew from Roxanne that not many guys were like that. “After that he got some towels to clean us off. It’s funny because he seemed almost shy to be naked in front of me after it was over. He was sort of trying to hide behind the towel when he saw me looking at him still.”

“Well yeah, Viv, I don’t think men like to be stared at when their thing is soft,” Roxanne laughed. “When it’s just hanging there like a cute little mushroom.”

Vivien’s brow furrowed at the description. “It didn’t really look like a mushroom. More like a, um, like a caterpillar in a cocoon. A nice thick cocoon,” she added dreamily.

“Are you telling me Elvis is not circumcised?” Roxanne asked with a quizzical expression, as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

“Um, I don’t know, I guess not,” Vivien shrugged. Since she hadn’t known what to expect, the thought really hadn’t crossed her mind.

Roxanne wrinkled her nose in mild disgust. “That’s weird, I wonder why not.” Vivien rolled her eyes. Roxanne’s judgments over superficial things were a bit much at times.

“Who cares? I thought it was perfect.” Vivien tried to keep her annoyance under the surface, but it was clearly rising.

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“I’m sorry, Viv, I wasn’t meaning to insult him. I know how protective you get when you love someone.” Roxanne reached over and squeezed her hand. Vivien turned to look at her, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Vivien shook her head as the tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“I do love him, Rox. I’m scared of how much I feel for him already.” Vivien let Roxanne pull her into a hug as she continued. “I haven’t even told you the worst part yet. I thought he was feeling the same way about me, and then when I left the hotel, I’m almost positive I saw Priscilla arriving.” She sniffled into Roxanne’s shoulder. “It just hit me so hard, y’know? Like I’m falling in love while he has this whole other life with this person.”

Roxanne rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s okay, Viv. You don’t know what she was doing there; it could have been just to bring their daughter by. He told you not to worry about it, right? I’m sure he needs to sort some things out, but I think the only thing you can do at this point is to follow your heart.”

“I’m trying, but it’s so hard. He hasn’t even called me this week.” Vivien let the tears continue to fall while Roxanne rocked her like a baby.

Two hours later, Vivien was walking up the stairs to her apartment, feeling a little better after watching some television with Roxanne. As she reached the landing, Mrs. Quimp popped her head out from next door. “Y’know dearie,” she started in that pleasant yet judgmental way, “If you’re going to have people calling all hours of the night, you might want to invest in one of those machines that answers your phone for you. I’ve been hearin’ it ring for near on an hour now.”

Vivien glanced down at her watch and saw it was 9pm. Hardly “all hours of the night,” she thought as she rolled her eyes. “I’ll be sure to look into that,” she said sweetly as she slipped into her apartment before Mrs. Quimp could offer more helpful advice. She tossed her purse on the counter and grabbed the pale blue phone receiver. “Hello?”

“Baby, w-w-where the hell ya been?” Elvis spluttered out. “I-I-I was ‘bout ta send out a search party for ya.”

“Elvis? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were calling,” Vivien responded, totally caught off guard by his slight hostility.

Elvis let out a little sigh. “It’s okay honey, I-I was just’ gettin’ worried about ya.” He cleared his throat a little bit. “So, w-w-where were ya? On a hot date?” He said it casually, but his sweet stutter belied his nerves, and Vivien was surprised, and honestly a little flattered, to detect a hint of jealousy in his tone.

“No, of course not, silly,” she laughed. “I was with Roxanne. The only man I want a hot date with is halfway across the country.” Vivien could picture the crooked simile she knew was spreading across his handsome face.

“Is that right? Who ya seein’ in New York, baby?” Elvis let out a loud laugh at his own joke.

“Very funny,” Vivien giggled. “You know it’s you. And I want to see more of you.”

“I think ya seen ‘bout all there is ta see, honey,” Elvis teased.

Vivien blushed at that. “Well, I want to see it all again then. It looked so good the first time.”

“Not disappointed then?” Elvis’ tone was still light and joking, but Vivien thought she detected the tiniest bit of insecurity in his voice. The weird look of disgust on Roxanne’s face flashed through her mind, and she wondered if Elvis had ever seen that look on a woman’s face in his most vulnerable moments. The idea that someone so amazing could also be nervous and insecure somehow both soothed her and broke her heart. She felt determined to make him see the beauty that she saw.

“Disappointed? Oh, no, you looked absolutely perfect. I could stare at you all day,” Vivien murmured, her face growing hot at the thought of it.

“You’re a sweet little weirdo, y’know that?” Elvis laughed, glad she couldn’t see the way she made him blush with her compliments.

“Well, it takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Vivien teased.

“It sure do, baby. Now when ya gonna come back and see me so we can stare at each other?”

“Oh, um, Joe told me I couldn’t be there once the camera crews arrived,” Vivien explained.

The tension immediately returned to Elvis’ voice. “Baby, don’ ya worry ‘bout him. We already had a conversation, and if he wants ta keep his job, he’ll mind his own goddamn business.” He sighed and continued, “I ain’t mad at ya honey, jus’ don’ worry ‘bout any of that, okay? Remember to jus’ stay in the moment with me. I need ya with me. Everything feels better with you, Vivien. Everything,” he repeated.

Vivien’s heart melted a little bit. “Okay, of course I’ll come. I just didn’t want to be in the way.”

“Honey, ya ain’t in the way if I want ya here, okay? I’ll make the arrangements for next weekend. I can’t wait ta see ya again.”

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Elvis kicked off his boots, peeled off his socks, draped his heavy belt over the chair, and flopped onto the giant bed in his suite. He set his glasses on the nightstand and patted the spot next to him. “C’mere honey, take off your sandals and lay by me. I gotta unwind before dinner.” Vivien obeyed and settled in next to him, leaning her head on the sleeve of his cherry blossom shirt. “You got some cute yittle sooties, honey,” Elvis announced as he nudged one of VIvien’s feet with his own.

“What, my feet?” she asked, trying to figure out what sooties were. She was slowly but surely adding all of Elvis’ special little words to her vocabulary.

“Yeah, I like how your toenails and fingernails match,” he said as he stared at them with a little grin. “You should try pink next time. That would look real nice on ya, baby.”

“Maybe I will,” Vivien smiled. “Your feet are pretty cute, too.”

Elvis laughed. “Oh, ya like how two of my toes are partly connected?”

Vivien kneeled up on the bed to get a better look.

“Aww, look at those cute little toesies!” she cooed, grabbing one of his feet and nibbling at his toes like he was a little boy. Elvis laughed and squirmed, trying to pull his foot away. “Oh, is someone ticklish?” Vivien teased, running her fingertips over the bottom of his foot.

“B-b-baby, st-stop it,” Elvis pleaded, his laughter now completely uncontrolled.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Vivien asked playfully as she moved the tickling up under his pant leg, around his ankle.

“L-lemme show ya,” Elvis gasped out, and he leaned up and pounced on her, rolling them both over so he was laying on top of her. He immediately lunged in for a deep, passionate kiss. Vivien relished the way his marshmallow-soft lips smashed into hers, his tongue prodding its way into her mouth. He pulled back slightly and stared into her eyes. “Ya feel Little Elvis?” Vivien nodded, feeling his arousal growing harder, pressing into her. “You, uh, gonna kiss me there again, honey?” Elvis asked, his face turning a deep crimson.

Vivien nodded again, reaching up to stroke his flushed cheek. “Elvis, I think I’d do anything to make you happy,” she whispered. The way he smiled at that made her feel like he was looking into her very soul.

“You’re such a giving person, Vivien. So am I. There’s somethin’ I’ve really been wantin’ to do for ya.” Elvis shifted gently off of her and reached his hand slowly under her dress, pulling her panties down and removing them completely.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Vivien asked anxiously as Elvis lifted the hem of her dress and started inching down between her legs.

Elvis looked up with that adorable, lopsided, heart-melting grin. “You’re so sweet ta me Vivien, that I jus’ know ya gotta taste sweet too.” Vivien remembered what she had forgotten to ask Roxanne about, but it was too late now. She could feel her body trembling as Elvis pushed her legs further apart. “Shh, ‘s okay honey,” he rubbed her thigh soothingly with his thumb. “You jus’ relax and enjoy the ride.” She grabbed his hair as the waves of pleasure began to overtake her, Elvis’ tongue dancing across every inch of her body.

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Sunshine 5

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: I've gotten some feedback on my writing! So this is my first attempt at trying to make it better and make it make sense for all! I really do appreciate suggestions with writing/about the book, also love hearing what you have to say about the characters.

(MIGHT REWRITE!! Depending on how I feel about it)

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Y/N POV

The beautiful grassy fields, full of bright colorful flowers, and the clouds in the most beautiful blue sky ever seen. It was like it was picture-perfect almost too good to be true. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't you'd never know for sure.

Most of all though... Dean. He was a good man, you could tell by just the way he carried himself or the way he cared about others.

You've never laughed as hard or had genuine conversations as you had this afternoon with no other than the gruff cowboy. Family members never really cared or even tried to seem interested in what you had to say but when they did they were only interested in how it'd affect their precious images.

After he left though, grumbling about having to chase some dog again earning a laugh from you and a simple 'good luck' he ran off after walking me back. True gentleman I must say.

“Hey, Laura do you need help with anything?” You tiredly ask desperately wanting to drown yourself in a nice hot shower.

The older woman looks up from her knitting and smiles as she shakes her head “No thank you sweetheart, how did today go? Did he go easy on ya?” She asked as she went back to what she was doing glancing up at you a few times.

Easy? Maybe he did? He didn't seem as bossy as he usually was had they talked to him?

“You could say that... He did teach me a lot. I appreciate you guys letting me stay here” You thank them probably for the one-hundredth time this week.

“That's good. He's very good at what he does, and quit thankin' us we are family and family helps one another. Now shoo! Go relax, you are probably exhausted its getting way too hot out there”

You smile and nod, giving her a quick hug before running up to the room.

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Drying off your hair, tossing a tank top, and your favorite soft pajama pants that most definitely would get ruined here if something were to happen.

The creaking wood floors, announce you to everyone downstairs causing Dean and a little girl to look at you... Smiling at them you wave.

“Who's this little one?” You ask but can see the resemblance between the two, was this who Lina Linda Lisa was? Whatever her name was talking about that day on the sidewalk?

“My daughter” His usual gruff and annoyed voice was non-existent. He sounded happier.

The big ole green-eyed little girl had the biggest smile on her face as she leaned back and forth on her plastic princess heels. She was practically a carbon copy of Dean, but as a young girl and boy was she adorable.

“Hello! I'm Rory” She stuck her tiny hand out, You gently shook her hand the same smile stuck on your face.

“Nice to meet you, Rory! I'm Y/n”

Rory quietly thought for a moment, it felt like a mini interview, and god that made you anxious.

“Do you like ponies?” she asked squinting her eyes, acting as if she was asking the most important question ever.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head while he had a small smile of amusement wondering how this would go.

“Hm, are they magical ponies or normal ones?”

She tapped her chin, before reaching up to her father who knew the look she gave him probably way too well because right away he handed her a unicorn stuffed animal. “Obviously the ones that can fly!” Aurora said in a duh tone, pointing up at you, you look around curious as to what/why she was exactly pointing for.

“Aurora what did I say about pointing? It's rude.” Dean's voice echoed from the hallway, he was on his way into the kitchen.

“I like her, you date her?” She said, causing Dean to spit out his coffee and start coughing his lungs out. Your eyes widen in surprise, who would've thought a simple question about magical freakin' horses would lead to this?

“You can't keep doin' that, sweet pea. She's my friend, and that's all.” He explained, cleaning up his mess while the little girl nodded before shrugging.

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The rest of the night went well, You and Rory played for a bit while Dean cooked. Giving him credit where it's due, he's a pretty damn good cook if you must say yourself. Though half the things he does make will mostly take 30 years off your life. That donut burger was worth it though...

Bedtime came around, and Aurora fell asleep in your arms safe and sound. Following Dean up to his room after he offered plenty of times to take Rory off of your shoulders after you refused not wanting to wake the young lady.

What you hadn't noticed before when you had woken the man up this morning was the little princess bed on the other end of the bedroom full of toys and stuffed animals.

“Sorry,” He whispered pushing everything off to the side neatly, grabbing a big t-shirt and gently putting it on Rory, before taking her from your arms and tucking her in.

Oddly enough this felt normal. Though it probably shouldn't have. Friends, friends are what we are and that's it.

“Good night Dean.” You say halfway out the bedroom door when he says something that caught you off guard.

“Will you have a drink with me?” He asked standing up straight and walking towards you with a tiny smile.

A drink with Dean? That actually sounds kinda nice.

“Sure. Though I'm surprised you still haven't learned your lesson from last night's drunken mess” You tease, flashing off your pearly whites as he rolls his eyes guiding you downstairs out to the front porch.

He hands me a nice cold beer before plopping himself down onto the front porch stairs, looking up at the starry night sky. Even at night, this place was beautiful.

“So, you never told me why you're here in the first place Darlin',” He said breaking the silence, putting his full attention onto you.

“Runaway bride.” You say shortly, with a tiny shrug before taking a sip of the liquid. Dean's were wide before he broke into a fit of laughter, shaking his head

“No really why are you here?” He asked again calming himself down, the smile still on his face and his face all red from the laughing.

“Runaway bride.” You say slower this time, in all seriousness. The smile was quick to leave his face and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his face.

“Your fuckin' with me right? That stuff only happens on telenovelas” Dean was leaning his head back against the railing, still in shock.

“Nope.”

“Y/n why do you sound so calm about this? What'd he do to have you run off to the middle of nowhere and pick up horse shit for the rest of your life” Dean asked, running his fingers through his hair before finishing off his beer.

“It was set up, arranged marriage. Didn't want to go through with it so I left plain and simple.” You get up stretching your arms grabbing the small blanket from the swinging couch, wrapping it around yourself.

“You shock me every day. I won't have some crazy man comin' here demanding you right? I ain't gonna get in a fight for you sweetheart pretty and all but I have a kid and I'm already on thin ice.” He seriously says while never once looking away from you.

“I don't expect you to get in a fight for me and no, there should be no man coming here to fight you” You roll your eyes, men were stupid sad thing was you did want someone to love, and protect you. But then again that only happened in fairytales, this was fair from one.

“Glad we are on the same page. But as the sheriff, I'd have to help ya out so just gimmie a call”

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[romana-after-dark]

Blessed be the Fruit: Chapter 4

Commander!Joel Miller x Handmaid!Reader

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Summary: Joel fills you up. That's it. Thats the fic.

AN: It's pretty much smut

Content and Warnings: DARK JOEL! DUB CON!

Although no violent rape happens like in TWW, reader is under systemic misogyny and a society of ritualized sex abuse. Everything other than the violent rape scenes, everything that happen in either The Handmaids Tale book or show are liable to happen here including but not limited to discussion of rape, child abuse, child marriage, ritualized sexual abuse, sexual abuse in general, acts of violence, major character deaths, mentions of miscarriage but never shown and never pregnancies we know of. Big ole homophobia warning, specifically in regards to lesbophobia. As for Joel, PIV sex, breeding kink, degrading (slut, whore etc but thing like Raider!joel) forced breeding and breeding kink, power dynamics, Joel is not the good guy but he’s also not the worst, slightly rough sex but not violent. Warnings are liable to be added as the story goes but I’ll always update. As always if I miss something please tell me, but i extensively label my warnings and in the end media consumption is your own choice. If you would like to know if this is a happy ending or not you can message me and I’ll tell you that way I don’t spoil for everyone but you can decide if this is for you.

Immersability: Reader has long hair, can conceive children theoretically.

Additional warnings: SMUT CHAPTER spanking, spitting. BREEDING KINK, Joel insulting his wife tee hee. Gina slander.

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In Gilead, women were segregated by color. Pink was for child girls, white was for unmarried but marriage age women. This phase never lasted long. As soon as they were married, the wives of commanders got blue and wives of working women got green. Martha’s had tan, Aunts had brown, Handmaids red.

These colors were never supposed to mix, with the exception of the ceremony and when a mother or martha parented a child.

But you watched as Ellie’s white and Riley’s blue entangled together, but separating to their rightful distance.

“It’s not what you think!”

“We were just-”

Thinking fast, you shut the door to the panty, giving privacy in case Gina or Thomas come looking for you. “What the hell were you thinking!”

Ellie blinks up at you, surprised by the reaction, but Riley was still in panic mode, trying to protect Ellie. “She didn’t do anything, I swear, I just got caught up and tried to kiss her but she didn’t kiss me back!”

That was a lie, Ellie had been quite involved in the kiss.

“I don’t care that you were kissing!” You hiss.

Ellie narrowed her eyes. “You seem like you care.”

“I care because  if it had been Gina or the other Mrs. Miller, or commander Bedford or Lisa! You could be on the wall!”

She paused, watching your reaction before talking slowly, Riley slightly hyperventilating to her right. “Does that mean your… not going too…”

“Of course I’m not, jesus, you guys are just kids…” Truthfully, you didn’t know much about being gay outside of Gilead propaganda but you thought execution was awfully strong a punishment… and even still, Riley was only 16, and Ellie 14. There wasn’t much of a crime that could justify harming them. Ellie was trouble, that much was obvious, and it would take every resource Commander Miller had to keep her alive. You would be joining him and his brother in this attempt.

“I won't tell tell anyone.” you confirm to their great relief. “But you two have got to be more careful!”

“We will! I promise!” With that, Ellie took Riley’s hand and began to head out the door.

“Ellie!”

She dropped Riley’s hand, and the two scampered out the pantry. You grab the needed wine.

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“Ellie give’n you any trouble? I notice she’s hanging around you a lot.” 

Joel asked, sipping his whiskey as you played chess. Conversation had come more and more easily, but seeing that tomorrow was the ceremony, you knew what tonight was going to entitle. Still, you appreciated the time spent playing the board game and chatting. It was a nice change. You had begun to really value these nights. It was a few times a week, on the nights Commander Miller wasn’t teaching Ellie or when he needed to get a good nights sleep. He made you feel like a person, and you began to feel more and more comfortable. The younger Commander Miller still attempted to talk to you, but you could not fully trust him, even if Angela did. Angela was really the only person you trusted inexplicably. A beautiful, smart, and powerful woman, Angela seemed to tow the line, knowing exactly how much she could get away with it. Of course, it helped that her commander was very lenient.

Gina had been getting worse. Her and Deborah liked to make little jabs at you when she was over or when you went with Mrs. Miller over to Thomas’ house. It seemed as if she had picked up on something. Did she know Joel and you spent time alone? Had she noticed you and Ellie spending more time? Was your friendship with Angela suspicious? Angela was not liked amongst the wives, and wives have nothing better to do than talk. 

Gina loved to make comments on your weight, but the ones that irked you the most were calling you quiet, saying you didn’t talk much, you weren’t interesting or didn’t have much going on in your head… whose fault was that? Ellie filled you in on Gina’s life before the Gilead. Gina was a part of the problem, a woman who ad championed anti-choice rallies and campaigning to shut down planned parenthood, to take away Obergefell v. Hodges, and using her blog and later vlogs to promote a traditional lifestyle. Gina stated proudly that she would not be allowing Sarah to attend college, and that her “homeschooling” focused on womanly tasks. Sarah would never have a chance to reach college, nor high school. It was Gina’s beliefs that you should be demure, quiet, and only speak when spoken to. You didn’t need a brain to have children. Why did she suddenly have a problems with you being quiet when her issue with Ellie was she talked too much.

“No, she’s nice company.” You had been teaching Ellie to read, Joel didn’t know that. 

A small smile peaked on Joel's face. “I think she’s lonely. Riley has wives duties now and she’s in kinda a limbo… more or less.”

You nod, besting him in the game with a final move. You consider whether your next words were your place or not, but said them anyway. “Has Commander Miller spoken to you about Commander Bedford?”

Joel’s eyes darkened at the mention. “He has, made me promise not to say anything to her… Doesn’t want her getting to secretive, but I damn near lost it when he told me.” He notices the board.

“Checkmate.”

“Well I’ll be damned…”

Standing, Joel shuffled over and resituated himself on the couch you were up. Up close, the fine lines of age were clear on his face but he was no less handsome, no less broad, the soft and sharp contrast of features melding together so perfectly striking. “You’re quite clever, you know?” Joel mused, placing a hand on your thigh.

Your voice is quiet, a juxtaposition to your bold words as you attempt to sound brave. You wanted so badly to be like Angela, to be like Ellie, to be brave in the face of the horrors. “I think a lot more of us are than you think.”

“And yet, you can’t even read.” His eyebrow raises in a challenge. For a moment you are so shocked by his words you cant even be offended. Then the statement settles. How dare he! How dare, as one of the founding members of The Sons of Jacob, he’s responsible for taking away your right to- Joel’s face melts into a smirk, and then into a chuckle. He was fucking with you.

“Oh, you’re joking.”

“Of course I am.” His soft laugh ends, his eyes stealing into something darker, and although his smile remains, the motive behind it changes. “But isn’t this better?”

That gets your attention. “... better?” 

“Yeah, better…” His hand creeps up a little more on your clothed thigh, leaning in just a bit more. “You don’t have to worry about anything but spreading your legs…” He pried your legs open and you allowed him access easily. “Get fucked…”

“You think that’s all we have to worry about?” Your attempt to sound strong was, frankly, pathetic. 

Joel’s hand went up quickly, cupping your sex over your thick dress and frumpy underwear not making you gasp nonetheless. “If you’re a good girl, yes.” His face was suddenly next to you, his breath hot on your skin as he spoke lowly. “Are you a good girl?”

You try to not cave, you try to at least put up a little bit of show to prove you aren’t that easy… but your mouth chases his lips, whimpering as he pulls away before you can take a bite. Between your legs is fire, melting to his touch that was just not enough, teasing, edging…

“I said,” He reiterated, voice dark and harsh now, lightening his touch on your mound. “Are… you… a… good girl?”

Your resolve broke quickly. “Yes, yes I’m a good girl!” Instinct forced you to buck up into his hand, desperate for more pleasure.

“Yes, you are.” Joel slips slotted against yours and you opened your mouth for him without thought. “Mmmm hungry girl…” he begins to rub your clit with the heel of his palm as his other hand laid you down. “Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you fulfill your biological destiny, beautiful girl.” His hips settle between her legs, replacing his hand with the shadow of his hardening cock as he devoured you.

Joel’s hands moved to your thighs, squeezing and rubbing down your calves and to your ankles before pulling the skirt up to your waist. Your underwear were practically bloomers, not flattering by any means, but just still looked at you hungrily before taking his pocket knife out and-

“Joel?” You squeak, forgetting your formalities as a peak of fright flows through you.

“Hush now.” Joel covers your mouth and you freeze, but all he does is cut off your underwear. “Don’t wear any next time, we won’t have this problem.”

As soon as your mouth is released, Joel is flipping you over to your stomach and then pulling you up by your waist so that you are on your knees; your hands braced against the armrest of the red velvet couch. Suddenly, your ass and legs were cold as Joel flips up the cotton skirt. His left hand opened by his point and thumb wide, sliding between your cheeks as he began fingering you, dominant hand undoing his pants. Despite the blood pounding through your ears, you hear a *spit* and then a *fap fa fap* before he’s notched at your entrance. You don’t have a moment to breath before he’s pushing in halfway, pulling back, and then ramming directly into you, full length, full speed, full power.

“JOEL!” You scream, before a hand is slapped over your mouth again. “Goddamn, can’t keep quiet for one fucking minute.” Joel smacks your ass, not hard enough to leave a mark but to get your attention and god does it, forcing your cunt to inadvertently clench around him. “Fuck, you like that don’t you?” When you nod, he smacks you again, harder, making you cry out into his hand again, and then his face is nipping at your neck. “Or maybe you want to be heard, is that it? You like the thrill, the risk? Bet that’s why you fucked that guard, can’t get off without a little danger.” He removes his hand with another warning to “shut the fuck up, unless you wand Gina to hear.”

“No” you try to deny with a whine. “You feel so, oh commander, just feel so good!”

With a hand now free, he went back to his minstrations on your bundle of nerve, fucking you full of every inch of girth. “I bet you like being the other woman, you like lying between my wife's legs as she’s stuck helpless, watching you get stuff, watching you struggle to take it inside.”

“C-commander…” It was building quickly inside you, the wet squelch of your cunt telling him just how much his words affected you.

“Ready to be bred, to be filled, to carry my child as your belly swells… ugh, fuck…” The thought of you pregnant with his baby turned him on even more. The baby was Gina’s idea, something she wore down on his with constant nagging… so it really wasn’t his fault he was fucking the handmaid, right? That was the point wasn’t it?

“Wanna have your baby, Commander, wanna fullfill my, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! My biological destiny!”

“You will, beautiful, you will, no matter how many times I have to fuck you, no matter how many times Gina has to watch you stretch around my cock.”

Your arms can’t hold you anymore, the heat between your legs spreading to you whole body and melting you until you collapse on the couch, gripping on to the arm rest for dear life as Joel repeatedly rammed himself into your tightening channel. “Want her to watch.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, dirty girl.” Joel gripped your hair, yanking your face toward him and spitting on your face before shoving it back into the couch. 

“Want that bitch to suffer.” You mutter into the couch, muffled by half your face stuffed with the velvet coving. “Watch someone more worthy take your seed.”

“God DAMN!” His thrusts grew sloppy, but no less filling. “Need you to cum, need you to cum so I can fill you up.”

You’re panting, sweating, feeling his slide through your walls as you edge closer to your release. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what, beautiful?”

“Tell me I’m better than her.”

Joel groaned loudly in your ear before straightening up, gripping your hips for leverage. “You’re so much better than her, sweet girl. You’re pretty than her, more obedient, fuuuuuck, so much fuck tighter.”

“Jooooooel”

“I don’t even cum inside her anymore, because she’s not worthy to take my seed.” He was teetering on the edge, desperately trying to find stability in your body. “But you, pretty girl? I’m gonna give you every last drop, and make her watch you grow and feed my baby, all because you’re better than her.”

Getting ahead of it, Joel shoved your face into the armrest and you out scream your orgasm into it. Joel’s pounding never stopped as he spilled into your eagerly, clenching cunt. “Good girl, good fucking girl, take it all…” Joel collapsed above you and you had wished you had both gotten naked so you could feel his sweaty, stick skin on yours as he kept you plugged up…

Though you were fucked out, eyes closed and only have concious, Joel kisses your neck, fae, lips and eyes whisping sweet nothings about how beautiful you were, how perfect you took him, how you were a good girl.

His hand slithered under you, splaying it under your belly. “My good girl, gonna knock you up, I just know it.”

Still breathing heavily, you lazily attempt to kiss back whenever Joel’s lips reached yours, but it was more akin to mouthing at him. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Joel nuzzled at your neck, kissing lightly. Couldn’t leave any marks.

“I’m better than her?”

A loud, wet, sloppy spit-and-tongue-filled kiss as Joel latched onto you with his mouth before unplugged your cum-soaked cunt. “By a million miles.”

*

Your next ceremony came and went, and you came on Joel’s cock once again, just as you did in his office again, and again, and again. Although he got you undressed, Joel  never undressed himself, only enough to free himself from the confined of his pants. You wondered why… but wondered what was underneath him clothes… you wonder as you touched yourself on nights he wasn’t with you.

Walking back from Fishes and Loaves with Angela, she wasn’t super talkative as she had a cough. The spring was making her allergies act up. As she parted, however, she caught you before you entered the hearshot of the Miller’s driver. “Listen, I can’t say much… but…” She looked around before continuing to your confused face. “Whatever happens tonight… just go with it, okay?”

Fear struck you, uncertain on what is interrupting your routine. “What?”

“Joel is going to ask you to dress up and get into a car… and just trust me, you’ll be okay.” She began to walk towards her home next door, but you grabbed at her sleep, panicking. “Wait, what do you mean? Why can’t you tell me?”

She looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, I love you but I don’t know how much I can trust you just yet.” She pulled away.

Enough distance was put between you that you could no longer speak freely and had to watch her red walk away as you wondered what could possibly be happening tonight…

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This was mostly smut lmfao but thats okay. Got a lil into cucking Gina and that may come up earlier. Fuck Gina.

Next chapter, if you have watched or read the handmaids tale AU, you probably have an idea what's going to happen... but lets just say we'll have a special guest hahaha

Joel and his breeding kink... ANYWAYYYYYYY

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[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 17

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 17 🥰🐞

A/N:Enjoy this one, its just wowzy, its fluffy for sure. 🐞💕

Side Note: Thank you for all the love and support, please do note I am open for requests. Much Love My Bugsies.💕🐞🥰

Warnings: Just pure fluff, if there's anything else, please let me know.🤭

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Morning sweetheart, his fruity voice takes you by surprise, Morning babe, you sound so joyful this morning, your eyes still puffy from last night's sleep.

Dean lightly kisses your forehead, want to know what today is?

Babe she whined, I'm not in the mood for guessing games, glancing over to the alarm clock, its 4 in the morning.

Oh come on sleepyhead, he said mockingly, get that pretty little behind out of the bed.

Crinkling her nose, I just want to stay in bed today, she pouted.

Ha! Like my girl is going to spend her birthday in bed, he purred, we can do that later he smirked.

Not what I meant she mumbled!

Sweetheart I have a surprise for you he breathed in her ear, while kissing her neck softly.

Oh really, she laughed, what will that be? Her eyes filled with excitement.

Why would I tell you, if I can show you, his voice sounded smoky. I'll make us some breakfast while you get ready.

What should I wear?, she beamed.

You look good in anything sweetheart, but nothing will be just fine too, he cheered.

Throwing Dean with a pillow as he walks out of the room, made the both of you laugh.

....

The last eight months, has been a rollercoaster of emotions, mostly happy ones, some bad ones, like how you lost a good friend in Lisa, when she found out that, Dean's gotten back together with you, you felt horrible, knowing the two of you hurt her so much, but what could you do, after that day you realized you have never stopped loving Dean.

It was hard at first, to mend what was broken between you and Dean, but the two of you have gotten into this , easy going - doing life together cycle. Of course the two of you talked about the hard stuff as well, but for once in your life's, it was just easy, no fighting, no heartbreak, just happiness, it actually kind of felt you lived in some fantasy. Reviewing the way you look in the mirror, your eyes are brightly filled with joy, hair hanging loosely over your shoulders, light makeup covering your face. Grabbing your favorite pair of boots to round off the blue jeans, with a zeppelin shirt, sitting on the bed, pulling up the shoe's zipper, inspecting at last night's clothes scattered all across the floor, this back and forth between our houses, is driving you nuts.

Sweetheart, breakfast is ready Dean howled.

Walking in seeing Dean in a plain black t-shirt that's now slightly flour-stained, scraping out the last pieces of bacon, spikes your heart rate.

Sit down m'lady he mocked.

Thank you good sir, you teased back.

His face lit up with this big ole grin, giving you the plate, a stack of blueberry pancakes with a candle on top, and of course a side of bacon he laughed.

Your eyes welled up, babe, this is amazing thank you, squeezing his hand.

Glad you like it sweetheart, now eat, we've got a big day ahead he stated.

Overjoyed and very curious, you start digging into your breakfast.

.......

Where are we going Dean? Please tell me, she requested! Oh sweetheart would you just stop being so nosy, we are almost there, just a few more miles, Dean responded with his mischievous smile.

Folding your arms giving Dean a pouted look, mumbling its not fair. He stops the car, abruptly. Get Out! he ordered.

Confused and wide-eyed you get out, taking in the view its really beautiful, but way out of town. What are we doing here Babe?

Dean walks up to were your standing, with a smirk he says, time to close your eyes, covering your eyes with a bandana, whispering, are you ready? Helping you back in the car, you just laugh at him being all mysterious, I can't wait to see the surprise.

After a few minutes the car comes to a stop. Helping her out, he can feel the excitement, pulsing through her body, hoping she likes the surprise, he chews on his bottom lip. Okay you can look now.

Babe, she exclaimed this is beyond beautiful, taking in the sunrise, drawing in from the mountains, displaying, yellow and orange across the green trees, pulling him in for a hug, hearing his heart beating so fast.

Looking up at him, the way the orange dances in his emerald eyes, awakening every sense of her very being, thinking, this can't get any more perfect than this, Dean holding you tightly, breathtaking view..

Your thoughts gets interrupted, by his husky voice. I wanted us to share our first sunrise here sweetheart. Confusing on her face, first?

Yes sweetheart, this is our home, our own place, no more going back and forth, no more forgetting things, okay who am I kidding, my girl is an artist and a bit all over the place, you'll always forget stuff, he laughs.

Not true, you scold. Okay, lets agree to disagree, he says mockingly, interlacing his fingers through yours, leaning in, his lips inches away from yours, whispering I love you, then brushing his lips against yours, slowly, taking his time, like there's no other place he'd rather be, pulling away for an instant, admiring the look in his eyes, you replying in a hushed undertone, I love you too.

The corners of his mouth turning up and slightly crooked, let's go check out the house baby, in a swift motion he picks you up, cradling you in a bridal position, walking across the open field, towards the rustic house, adjusting her slightly so that he doesn't let her fall, opening the door knob, before walking over the threshold hearing him say, I know this isn't the traditional way to do it, but babe we have never done anything in the tradition, normal couple sense, he exclaimed.

Laughing, into his neck, placing little kisses till you finally reached his lips. Breathy, he pulls back, a nervous look on his face. Everything okay babe? concern visible in her soft voice.

Sweetheart, he clears his throat, going down on one knee, removing the chain around his neck, sliding the ring off, between his fingers, forever ain't long, and if you will let me, I would cherish you for as long as I live, loving you day after day, breathing air into your lungs when days are dark, carrying you when your legs are giving in because of the weight on your shoulders, baby since the first day, I couldn't take my eyes off of you, you took my breath away, and ever since then if your not close by, I can't breath, so will you and your paintbrushes come and color my life, making me the happiest man alive.

Standing there looking at him, clear nervousness visible, listening to his smoky voice, not fighting back the tears, emotion clear as you say, YES! a million times Yes.

Sliding the diamond ring over your finger, it fits perfectly he exclaimed, picking you up, swirling you around, placing a heartfelt kiss against your lips.

Its not until he puts you down, that you take a glance at the room, there's flowers, scattered in little heart shapes, like a million candles and fairy lights draping from the rustic wooden structures, turning around to take in the sight of the man your going to spend the rest of your life with, exclaiming this is the most perfect day ever.

He cups your face, giving you a small kiss, pulling away for an instant to admire your beautiful features , then like gravity pulling the two of you closer, you start to devour each other, he grabs the back of your legs, you wrapping around him, running your fingers through his hair, he starts walking to the kitchen counter.

Creak! What was that? the two of you breathed into each others lips, Bang! Dean's feet goes through the wooden floor, bringing the both of you two, to a fall, staring at each other wide-eyed, breaking into laughter, we might want to fix that first. Dean's eyes catches yours, he whispered underneath his breath, but first, pulling you in for yet another kiss.

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[bethyyoung]

Kissing Booth

Ft @mikebennet and @wheelingstars

In which one joke doesn't get a laugh, but it still ends on one. || Community Center Kissing Booth for Pot of Gold event.

Mike | So you got a preference of what I should ask for? You look repressed.

Beth | Hello, Mike. Thanks for that. I suppose it depends on what you need. Hugs tend to be more for comfort, if that helps.

Mike | I don't need no comforting. Mayhap you should plant a big ol wet one on me. Plenty of tongue.

Beth | It made her laugh, half astonished, and half relieved he hadn't specified some vulgar, alternative location. "Alright, honey."

One hand fisted his shirt, pulling him to meet her halfway, the other hand gripping his chin to angle his head. Starting at the jawline, Beth licked one side of his face slowly, trying not to break into a laugh. A repeat on the other side of his face, and she nearly cracked.

Chin to nose third, Beth held Mike's face in both hands and closed her eyes. He wanted plenty, her goal was too much. So she made sure she touched everything in Mike's mouth, no care given for anything approaching sensuality.

After sufficient time for her mind to start wandering, Beth let go of Mike and leaned back into the booth. "Plenty enough?"

Mike | He held still for everything she wanted to do, just making a rumbling sound in his chest at it until she was done, and then lifted the front of his tshirt to mop his face from all the excess saliva. "You must have one freak of a boyfriend. Or one dog you really, really like."

Beth | Beth would've preferred a napkin but made do with her sleeve. "No, honey. Neither option applies. Just lucky old you, to date. Raccoon voice'n all."

A pause, a pang of guilt, and Beth huffed out a little sigh. Her expression softened. "Sorry I went overboard. I was hoping to get a laugh out of you. You strike me as someone who doesn't get to have many." That may have been an overshare, but said was said. She'd kick herself about it later if need be.

Mike | that did get mike to pause for a moment, as he scrubbed his shirt beneath his scruffy chin. "An apology? Lord above. Wasn't expecting that." He let his shirt drop and looked beth up and down, in a new light. "Jes so happens I laugh at plenty of things. Most of the time other folks don't find it funny, is the thing. Get to know me and you'll find out I'm funny as a fish in a cracker bowl.

Beth | Her smile warmed, and Beth's shrug was light, easy. "No shame in apology when called for."

It was interesting, that Mike hadn't tried to be biting, or make her feel worse. Just spoke honestly. "Okay," she agreed, teeth flashing in a proper grin. "I will. And-" She reached for Mike's hand, offering a gentler kiss brushed along the knuckles while holding his gaze, "I owe you a do over."

Mike | He hadn't been about to press for anything, sure as hell not out here in the community centre, but beth's seeming remorse for her lick-happy response caught his interest even more. "I'll never turn down a do-over."

Beth | A smile appeared above his hand, her thumb idly tracing a path along his skin. It was an imitation of the past, but Beth had known she'd be calling those back for the task. Well - for those who requested it. "Glad to hear it."

Another press of lips to skin at the wrist and this time the pull of his body to hers was suggestion. A soft tug of the arm, to follow or ignore. "I'd have been sleepless with guilt."

Mike | "You ever watch The Simpsons?" The comment might have seemed like a non sequitur, but mike didn't leave beth wondering for too long, not waiting for an answer before he said. "Because I feel like we're Nelson and Lisa right now."

Beth | The laugh arrived bright, and entirely lacking insult. "I don't remember Lisa licking Nelson's face, honey. And I surely don't play the saxophone."

Mike | He snorted. "You're a literal sorter gal, huh? Go on and gimme another kiss, then. See how wet you can make it and stay on target, this time."

Beth | Her forehead creased at the way her joke appeared to bounce off of Mike before she let the issue pass. "As you wish."

In college, Beth had briefly fallen for an artist friend. Huge mistake in the end, ruined the entire dynamic of their relationship, but oh, had it been fun. She remembered it now, leading Mike closer with the same slow insistence.

Holding his gaze, Beth wet her lips before caressing the arch of his cheekbones and down along the line of his jaw with the back of her free hand. When she held him this time, it was a soft, fond act. Memory sped the tempo of her heart, but Beth gave only the whisper of a kiss first. The barest pressure of open lips.

Mike | He didn't rush her or pressure her to begin with, waiting to see what it was beth would choose to do, but once she parted her lips mike pushed on ahead; his own tongue insistent as he opened his mouth wider, pushing into the tiny gap of space.

Beth | The gasp was quiet, but real as she opened for him. The hand that held his trailed fingers up Mike's arm instead; other hand curling fingers through hair.

Opened eyes fluttered shut when Beth tasted him against her. Smoke and the faint bitter of pine. He tasted like Appalachia felt.

A slip of her tongue against his, rhythm like breathing, and Beth pressed closer across the gap between them.

Mike | The gasp made it hard for mike not to smile into the kiss, but he managed to hold it back, instead concentrating on beth's fingers moving up the muscles of his arm, moving into his hair. he leaned in closer, easily with his height, and tasted her at his leisure as he put his hand against beth's side, thumb moving along up her ribcage towards the curve of her bosom.

Beth | He may not have, but Beth did smile against his mouth. She moved Mike's hand back down to her hip, leaving her own hand curled around his upper arm. Pressure to hold, yes, and appreciate. "Behave," she exhaled quietly.

Mike | "Yess'm." He acquiesced in a murmur, switching to running his thumb along the slight ridge of her hipbone as he kissed her more deeply, the tip of his long nose starting to press sideways as he moves in as close as can be managed.

Beth | The smile flashed again at his answer, stubble bristling along her skin as Mike pressed closer.

She pulled back to press her forehead to his, breath catching. "Closer to the mark, Nelson?"

Mike | There was really no other answer fitting to the moment, after they parted and were sharing breath, other than a pitch perfect nelson muntz. "...ha-ha."

Beth | She could have pulled back, steadied by the booth between them. Instead she remained, not ready to let go of the flair of warmth she hadn't felt in so long. Selfish, perhaps, but so she was.

Her laugh was hardly more than a breathless sound. "Fish in a cracker bowl."

#thread #discord thread #re: mike

[bewitchingbaker]

Chris have you ever looked like a bully?

The baker looks at the grey face for a moment, fingers guiding a levitating spoon in the batter. Him? A bully? At first glance one could maybe see it. No doubt due to his 6'0 height and bulky build. But those soft eyes and resting mona lisa smile made it hard for him to look intimidating.

The Luna's always said he was too sweet to be a bully. A big ol teddy bear. Even in high school, despite dressing like a skater out of the 90's, there was always a kindness to his outfits. Baggy jeans often paired with a band tee (his favorites being Janis Joplin, Wu Tang, or his Odd Future tee)

"I would hope not," Chris laughs. "I mean I guess I could see it since I'm a big guy but I never looked like the 'give me your lunch money' type."

He shrugs.

"I mean there was one day I got in a fight but everyone knew the dude I was fighting was an asshole. "

#ic #anon

[moonieshinesims]

Generation One - Chapter Three

The last time we saw River she had finally snagged herself a boyfriend! While her studies in other areas weren't so great, her Komorebigo must have improved quite a bit. Her grades and her social status are starting to improve, but there's still an entire semester of her junior year left to survive. And there's the matter of getting information out of Opal...

River arrived to Moonwood Mill and was shocked to see Havarti there as well... in disguise.

"And you think it's okay for her to know who I am?!" River wasn't sure why it was such a big deal if Opal knew that Havarti was snooping around her house.

"Look, this has something to do with my dad and his company and... Ugh. Look, it's stupid professional crap. I know it's dumb, but I can't get in trouble! If she sees you, you'll probably just be beaten up! Me on the other hand... This could ruin my future!"

"What? Talking to Opal could ruin your future?" River wasn't sure what Havarti was getting at, but she did have a better reputation than River did.

"No! Trespassing on her property could ruin it!"

"Trespassing?!" River gasped, "Does she not know we're coming to see her? Did you not contact her?!"

"No! But I can if you give me your phone..."

River rolled her eyes and handed Havarti her cell phone, "Fine. But don't say anything weird."

"She uh... Also said something mean about your breath, but I won't repeat it."

"You do realize I can just read it later, right? It is my phone."

"Oh right." Havarti handed River back her phone and sheepishly laced her fingers together behind her back. "So, since she's not home, she did say that she'd meet you at your house if you wanna talk... I guess that's a bit safer than being in her turf."

"True." River snatched her phone back and went through the messages. "Looks like she wants to meet up tonight!"

"Then I guess you get some answers soon!"

Later that night Opal actually did arrive at River's house to talk...

"Stop being so fucking awkward." Opal stood menacingly with her hands on her hips. "What was so important that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Well, it was about Rohan. Do you remember back when I was sorta going out with him and you made that comment to me?"

"Well, I am with someone else now, but it's just been bothering me..." River shrugged.

"You know how close he and Joe are, right?"

"Yeah." River said, thinking about creepy 'ole Joe Goldberg. She never liked him and being around him always made her skin crawl. She never understood why Rohan was friends with him.

"Did he ever slip anything into one of your drinks? Did he ever take you anywhere super creepy and unsettling? Did he ever leave you with Joe alone...?"

"Whoa! Opal! These questions are really starting to freak me out! What's going on here? What did they do to you?"

"Fine." River knew she wasn't going to get any more out of Opal from her questioning, but was glad to get at least some more insight on the matter. She thanked Opal and parted ways.

Rohan and Joe were up to something weird and dangerous and possibly illegal and unfortunately River wanted to know more. In order to do that, she was going to have to go to the source... Rohan himself!

The next weekend River was asked by her neighbor Lisa to go to a gaming convention with her. She and Lisa used to be good friends in grade school, but hadn't hung out much since then. Lisa was a bit lame, but she was a good person, so River agreed.

She really wasn't enjoying herself that much, but wanted to keep up the facade to make Lisa happy. She let her drag her around, showing her game demos, letting her point out her favorite cosplayers, and explaining the mechanics of her favorite new releases.

But, at some point there was a panel that River decided to sit out.

"You go on ahead! I'm gonna take a break and check out this computer game!" River told Lisa. In reality, she just wanted to check her email and practice Komorebigo on SimLingo.

As good fortune would have it, while she was on the computer a familiar face showed itself.

She decided to take this opportunity to ask him some questions about what Opal was implying about him and Joe.

"...Yeah? Was that a problem?"

"Well, kinda. I've been hearing a lot of weird things about you two. Do you want to tell me why I've been told you two do bad things to people?"

"But over a break up? That seems a little fishy Rohan... There has to be something more to this story. Somebody isn't telling me something."

After pleading the fifth, Rohan took his exit, leaving River feeling like she was onto something by cornering him with questions. Asking him outright probably wasn't the way to go, but if she kept snooping she may eventually find out what sorta shady stuff Rohan and Joe were really into!

Feeling perturbed by the whole situation, after a few days River asked Ichiban if they could hang out soon. He promptly asked her on a date to his favorite hang out spot in town.

"It might be!" Ichiban grinned, "But don't worry, I'll protect you."

"But why would you think something bad is going to happen?"

"What if, theoretically of course, I got wrapped up with some bad people and they eventually wanted to hurt me?" River of course wasn't sure anything bad would happen at all, but it would be nice if her boyfriend had her back. Just in case.

Ichiban's face contorted in anger, "If anyone hurts you, I'll kill them!"

That was a bit more of an extreme reaction than what River was expecting, but it made her happy, which was a good way to be when Winter Fest was approaching...

River made sure to invite Ichiban over to exchange gifts with him. This was her first Winter Fest with a boyfriend. Well, her first time having a boyfriend period. She wasn't sure how he was going to respond to being invited over, but he seemed to enjoy himself.

After Ichiban took time to check out all the decorations, River decided it was time to give him the gift she bought for him at the market. She wasn't sure what he needed or would like to have, since they hadn't actually discussed it, but the dinosaur snow globe reminded her of something goofy she thought he would enjoy.

"Ah. Well, you're with me now, so get used to romantic presents. You realize that in my country Winter Fest is mostly celebrated only by couples?"

"I had no idea!" River suddenly felt warm and fuzzy. "So, do you like being with me?"

"Of course I do! You're my first girlfriend! I never even thought about dating before I met you. I didn't really have an interest, but I think you and I make a great pair."

Before she got too nervous and changed her mind, River decided to try her luck at attempting a mistletoe kiss with Ichiban. She leaned in and planted her lips on his.

The fact that he didn't pull away or make a face told River he enjoyed it. Afterwards the two of them were so enticed by one another, they didn't realize River's sister Mercy had snuck into the room.

"Oh, hush!" River retorted.

Ichiban laughed, "One day you'll find a boy you wanna kiss too."

Mercy continued making gagging sounds as Ichiban and River took their leave to the kitchen. He had to leave, but gave her one more kiss at the door before he made his exit. He promised to invite her out again soon, after the holidays were over.

The next day Winter Fest arrived!

The family enjoyed a tasty brunch together, then sat and talked about what they thought they were going to get from Father Winter. Mercy always asked for lots of gifts, but River was in such a good mood from the night before, she didn't care what type of gift she ended up with.

When Father Winter did arrive that night, they all received gifts they didn't know they wanted, but were happy to get! Winter Fest ended as a success for everyone in the Smoke household, leaving them with a positive outlook as they made their way into a brand new year...

#moonie's legacy challenge #generation one #ts4 challenge #ts4 legacy

[quellmythirst]

House Hunting Part 11

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you’ve had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Words: 1.7k

A/n: So, yeah. This is filth. Like, I can only imagine it’s going to get worse, the more unhinged about this I become.

Warnings: Big ol’ age gap, dad’s best friend, daddy kink, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, violence, dirty talk. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

An: Is this super boring? Probably? I don't even care. This is where they went today so I had to go with them.

Part 10

“Hey pa,” you said sheepishly, walking out of the bathroom, drying your hair on a plush towel. You pussy still throbbing slightly from the working over Billy had given you earlier. You took deliberate steps making sure you didn't display any discomfort. The only person who seemed to notice was Billy who hid his chuckle behind a cough.

Billy’s large sweatpants and hoodie hung from your body when Frank picked you up into an all encompassing bear hug. He had always given the best hugs, they always made you feel like you were the tiny papa’s girl you had been long ago, coming home from your first day of school where all of the kids picked on you for being Lisa’s dorky kid sister.

“Hey kiddo, how you feelin?” he asked, stepping back with his hands on your shoulders, “Want me to take you back home?”

“N-no,” you stuttered, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head against his chest. You saw Billy giving you a sly smile, his face appeared worried, but you saw the way his eyes raked over your body at the sight of you in his ill fitting clothes. You saw him stop at the point where the hoodie fell off your shoulder. To your father it just appeared like he watching the way you both embrace each other. You in turn peer under your fathers arm watching Billy's ass in those grey sweatpants as he walks into the kitchen asking your father if he wants a coffee. You thought you were fine, thought that you were still angry and vengeful. But with the warm arms of your father holding you tight, you felt the emotions well up inside and begin to shake your body, “Pa, it was awful.” you let out a cry, “That man,” you felt the damp prick of tears swell in your eyes and blinked hard to release them, “What if-” hiccup “What if they know where I live?”

“It’ll be alright, kiddo. Me and your Uncle Bill will sort it out,” He said, stroking your hair and holding you tightly, “I ain’t gunna let anything happen to you,” you clutched to his shirt, nodding into him as he reassured you that you were safe, protected and he was there for you. “Why don’t I take you home, you can grab some of your stuff and then you can come and stay with your ma and me,”

“No, what if they come to the house-” you voice trembling, “I couldn’t-” you shook your head, “Can’t I just stay here?” you looked up at Billy, knowing that, that was exactly what he wanted. But all you could focus on was those same meaty hands wrapped around your mother’s throat and them doing something even worse to her.

“I mean, if it's ok with Bill?” he asked, looking at Billy.

“No, trouble. My home is yours, you know that Frankie,” Billy smiled, “If she feels safe here, she is welcome to stay,”

“I’m staying too,” Frank said, and your eyes bulged at Billy, surely this wasn’t a part of his plan? But he should have expected for your father to stay close to you after such a blatant thigh. “Wanna grab me a spare blanket for the couch?”

“Uh, yeh. I’ll go grab some,” Billy said, standing from the bar stool and heading down the hallway.

“You sure you'll be alright here, kiddo? Don't wanna come and stay with your Ma and me?” he asked.

“I’m sure Pa,” you nodded, helping him take the cushions off the couch, “and with you here, I'll be doubly safe.”

“It’ll be alright kidddo, we’ll take you home to grab some things in the morning. Ok? Get some rest,” he said, kissing you on the forehead before taking the blanket Billy offered him and shaking it over the couch, “Need me to tuck you in like I used to?” he offered as he wrapped you in another protective hug.

“I think I just need some sleep, it’s late.”

“You know where the guest room is Y/n,” he said, throwing the words over his shoulder, he had been trying so hard for the last 10 minutes to keep his eyes off you and focus on Frank, “You sure you don't need us to check under the bed for monsters?” Billy joked, playing hitting your father on the shoulder, hoping to lighten the mood somewhat.

“I'll be fine, you guys aren't going anywhere are you?” you asked, tucking your face half into the hoodie.

“Not a chance,” they both said at the same time, your father gave you a hug and began setting up the couch to make room for him to fit on the sleek couch.

Snaking your hands into the sleeves of the hoodie, you brought them up to your face, wiping the tears away. Whispering a quiet goodnight to them before heading down the hall. You looked behind you to see Billy and your father discussing the events of the night, you assumed with the way their eyes kept darting towards you.

You made it down to the guest room that you had allegedly slept in a few times. With the door closed behind you, the events of the day suddenly slammed back into your chest. Someone had tried to take you, they had tried to- you began crying again, your back sliding against the door as your ass hit the floor, "What's wrong with me?" you whispered to yourself, the towel slipping from your hair and onto the floor next to you. When did you get so defenseless, that you needed a man to swoop in and save you? Wiping the tears away with the sleeves of Billy’s hoodie you inhaled his scent, if he hadn’t been there, what if- No, you couldn't think like that, you were fine. Here. Safe in Billy's apartment, with the 2 scariest men you knew.

Reaching up your arm and flicking the light on, you cringe at the sudden burst of light. When your eyes adjust you see a small leather daybed pressed up against a wall, with a soft white knitted blanket falling over the end. A small desk was pressed into the corner of the room, a small lamp and a notebook sitting in the middle of it. The walls of the room were lined with empty shelves, if you excluded the dust. Boxes marked books, piled up on the floor with even more books stacked on top of them.

Shaking the darker thoughts from your head, you needed something else to focus on and with your main distraction currently out of arm's reach it would have to be something in this room. Brushing your hair from your face, you picked up a book, inspecting the cover and opening it up. Was this a first edition of Frankenstein? Fuck. Taking your towel from the floor you wipe down all the shelves, inspecting each book before placing them neatly on the shelf, but not before taking a good whiff of the dusty old pages, checking the dates and placing the older copies on the middle shelf to protect them from the dust. How had he even gotten some of these? A collectors edition of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. A second printing of The picture of Dorian Grey from 1891. The library freak inside you was squealing as you made your way through his collection, wondering why some of these were not in plastic sleeves.

You lost track of time, your head buried in a mountain of books and curiosity. You sat down to open the last box when you heard a small knock on your door. The door knob turned slowly and you looked up from the floor at Billy, he kneeled down his hand brushing across your cheek before resting on your jawline.

“Sorry, I had to wait for Frankie to go to sleep,” he leaned down, “Why are you covered in dust?” his voice was soft as silk, when he wiped some from your nose.

“I-ah,” you gestured to the wall, now covered in limited edition copies of some of your favourite books, “I needed the distraction,” with your actions staling, the feelings began to creep back up on you. You felt your blood running hot, you wanted to run, fight something, anything but continue to sit still.

“You did all this?” he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. You pressed your hand into his chest, attempting to push him away, “I’ve been meaning to get to that,” you just shrugged, putting the book in your hand down and wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Maybe you should go to your own bed Billy,” you mumbled into your neck, “Don’t want Pa to kill me, after someone already failed tonight,” you felt a small sob leave your throat, relief washed over you. You felt safe with him, he wouldn't let anyone hurt you.

“If that's what you want,” he sighed and pulled your hand from over your legs, making you look up at him. He took note of your sniffly nose and your puffy eyes, “Aww little girl,” he cooed, his hand coming to rest over your shoulders, he hugged you close to him, “It’s gunna be ok,” his head resting atop yours.

“What if they come back?” you whispered, your voice breaking a little when you spoke.

“Derek's gunna find out what that guy knows and me and your pa are gunna sort it ok,” you nodded, “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever.” he kissed your hair, a promise if you ever heard one, “Not even Frank,” you giggled at that. Billy was a big scary man, but you doubted he was bigger and scarier than Lt Frank Castle.

“Billy,”

“Shh, shh, It's gunna be ok,”

“Can you tuck me in?” you looked over at the day bed, wondering just how comfortable it would be to sleep on.

“You wanna sleep in here? Why not come to bed?” he asked softly

“I just- with Pa here, could you-” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, you didn't even finish your sentence before his arms were under your legs scooping you up and placing you on the daybed. Taking the blanket from the bottom, spreading it over you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I better go,” he said reluctantly, drawing away from you.

“Stay, please,” you begged, holding out your hand to him, you were worried about what would happen if Frank caught you. But the more pressing issue at this second was that you would fall apart the moment you were left alone again.

“What about?” his eyes darted towards the door, he was telling you the truth when he said he wouldn't let anyone hurt you, "We could just tell him?" he offered, hoping that it might ease at least one of your worries.

“I can't deal with that right now," you yawned, "Could you just hold my hand?” you asked, flexing your hand at him, “I don't really wanna be alone,” he sat down next to you on the bed, removing his phone from his pocket and you assume setting an alarm. He took your hand in his, leaving a little kiss on the back of it before placing it in his lap, his free arm reaching behind you and pulling him onto yourself “Thanks, I feel safer with you here,”

“Not going anywhere, little girl,”

Part 12

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[sunflowerryvol6]

Cheat Day Part 2

I don't know what made me write this, but I hope this makes some sense. Dedicated to the sweetest @hstyleswomen @harrysficreblog

Masterist

Warnings: Angst

WC: 2800

Six years later.

The first few years of the split were brutal. You both couldn't spend a moment in the room with each other without crying or fighting. There seemed to be no end to your suffering, it seemed. But like all wounds, time heals most. You just needed some time to get your head in the game. Luna was your priority, after all.

Harry and you had found a rhythm in co-parenting. He would have her on weekdays for half the month, and rest you would have her. You both would alternate on weekends. As years have gone by, you both have learned to spend more time together, for Moonie's sake. Last year, you went on a vacation too. You, Moonie, Harry and his girlfriend Lisa. You and Lisa didn't have a great start, but both of you decided to hash it out for the sake of your little girl. She loved Moonie as her own, and you couldn't be more grateful. Lisa and Moonie had a beautiful relationship; she was a friend you little moon needed. Whenever Harry and you had arguments, Lisa would take Moonie and excuse herself out of the crossfire. Spending time with Lisa has made Moonie realise that it's possible to have more than one parental figure, and you can love them all the same. You couldn't be happier. You had finally got the opportunity to dive back into work fully and have a support system. That's what Lisa and Harry had become to you. Your support system.

Lisa and Harry met two years after the split. She had always been very kind to you, but it took you some getting used to the idea of your ex-husband with somebody else. So, of course, there was friction at first, but over time once you got to know her a little bit, you both got on very well. It definitely has something to do with the way she treated your daughter.

Lisa was a widow. Her husband and the little boy died in a freak accident. She never told you the details of how it happened, but it was something she was dealing with on her own. Harry had supported her through her grieving process, and that's what brought them together. It can seem odd to people how they got together, but those who know them know they're great for each other. Harry had changed too, since meeting her. He had a newfound appreciation for his daughter and his ex-wife and the relationship they had. That's what pushed him to work through the differences he had with you. He had to find a way to make things work and still be in your daughter's life. It took a lot of fights and compromise. But in the end, you two decided to put your past behind and march on ahead as a family. Even though it's not what you had signed up for in this relationship, but that doesn't mean you're not grateful for it.

It was Friday night, and Harry and Lisa would be coming in with Moons anytime now. It was a tradition you three had started for your little girl. Anne was coming over too. She wasn't happy with what happened, but she made peace with the situation like her son. You had taken the home you and Harry had bought, and he'd moved into another house close by. You both decided you needed to be closer to Luna. Even though it had led to multiple fights, in the end, you knew it was the best decision to stay close by. A few years ago, when Luna's appendix burst, he was close by to drive you both to the hospital and took care of at the hospital. When you have to go on work trips, he is there to take her in. It's an unconventional set-up, but it works.

Harry walks into your house with a very smiley Lisa on his arm. "Why are you smiling so much?" You ask her. She shows you her hand coyly. "Harry proposed to me this afternoon." Anne looks up from her phone, surprised. She smiles wide and the couple "Oh honey! I'm so happy for you both!" She rushes to hug the couple. Luna runs up to Lisa and Harry to embrace them. "I'm so happy for Pa! and you too, Lise!" Harry reaches down to her level and kisses her on the cheek. You were just standing and watching this exchange, kind of stunned. You knew they were serious, but you didn't think he was going to propose. You quickly recover and walk over to Lisa, "I'm so happy for you, Lisa! Congratulations!" You hug her, and over her shoulder, you can see Harry looking at you, and you wipe your eyes quickly and pull away from the hug.

The night goes better than you'd expected. You all celebrated with a nice bottle of wine and stories of how they met, and she told stories of her first few times interacting with Moons. Overall it was a beautiful night of reminiscing. Too bad you disagreed. You'd had a little too much to drink and caught Harry looking over to you every time you refilled your glass. You knew better than to call him out on it. So you just sat in a corner and wished you'd disappear.

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You wake by the incessant ringing coming from your phone. It's Harry. It's pretty late for him to be calling you, so you answer. "Harry, what's wrong?" You ask.

"Open your door; I'm outside." He speaks. You look at the time on your phone and get back on call. "What are you doing here? Why'd you call?" You ask again. "Just come out. I'll explain." You get out of bed and wear your robe and walk downstairs to your main door.

"Harry. What are you doing here? Are you drunk?" You look at him, confused.

He walks in. "I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have asked Lisa to marry me. I knew it when I broke the news to you today. I knew it was a bad call. I thought you wanted me to move on, but looking at your face today, I couldn't believe I had done that to you." He breathes out.

You look at him wide-eyed at his confession. "What the fuck? Did you just walk in here thinking you were going to make this stupid fucking argument and I was going to fall for it?" You say to him.

"Y/N, I know you love me."

"Of course, I love you, you bloody moron. I do, and I have for the last 15 years. But you cheated on me, remember? And you brought Lisa into our lives, whom I love very dearly, by the way. So what do you think was going to happen?"

"I can't stand being away from you. Living so close, yet you won't let me come near you. It's been killing me slowly each day." His lip was trembling as tears well in his eyes.

"Harry, you made this choice 4 years ago. You asked her to marry you. Why would you do this to me now?"

"I just need to kiss you once, please. Harry pleads.

"Think about Luna. Think about what you're ruining for her. We have already broken up our family. You can't break it anymore and cause her pain, please. I love you, I do. Very very much, and I can't stand here and watch you ruin yet another relationship, Harry."

"Please listen to what I'm saying. I love you, goddamnit! I need you to recognise that. I need you to tell me it will be okay, and we will be okay."

"We are okay, H. As okay as we can be. Please go back home to your fiancé, and don't bring this up again ever. For the sake of our daughter. Please." You're pleading with him now with tears streaming freely.

You turn around and walk back to your room. You laid back on your bed and cried quietly into your pillow.

You knew what you were going to do.

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You stand outside the door of your ex's mother. You have no idea how you will tell her what you have done to her daughter-in-law to be. But you had no one to turn to. So, you ring the doorbell and wait for her to open the door.

"Hello, darling! What a wonderful surprise!" She beams at you. You give her a small smile and walk into the house. You get comfortable on the couch in the living area while she closes the door and comes up to where you're sitting. "Moonie didn't want to come along?" She asks as she goes back to folding the laundry you had caught her in the midst of. "No, it's just me today." You spoke. "Let me put on some tea, and we'll have a good ol' mother-daughter chat. What d'ya say?" She smiles. "Yes. That sounds like a great plan." You smiled.

You both sat at the kitchen island, sipping on peppermint tea and mindlessly talking about things and catching up. You had yet to tell her. "Darling, let's stop beating around the bush, shall we?" Anne says to you. You freeze. She couldn't have known, but she definitely knows what's up.

"Harry came to talk to me the night he proposed." You looked down at your cup shamefully. Anne reached out to place her palm on yours, "I know. He told me." She smiles sadly.

"Yeah, and I can't live here anymore knowing how he feels." You whisper. "Are you going to tell him?" Anne seems calm like she understands how this must feel. "No." You look up at her with tears welling up in your eyes.

She gets up from across the table and comes around to where you are seated. She reaches out to you, and you lean into her and hold her waist, silently crying.

"Everything will fall in place, my child."

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You travelled a lot the following month, so it was easier to avoid Harry after that conversation you had. You had spent countless nights crying into your pillow. You knew you had to go back to therapy. You couldn't slip now. You had been doing so well.

Moonie was supposed to stay with you tonight. Harry would be dropping her off from ballet any moment now. You had been avoiding him ever since the incident between you too. You couldn't bear to look at him or Lisa. You just made up excuses most Fridays, some of which you were travelling, so it wasn't that big a deal. You were home to spend time with your girl and back to the office. Today, you'd just have to suck it up and face him. You didn't know what you'd say, but you couldn't avoid him forever. The thought alone had your stomach-churning. Suddenly the tacos you had for lunch didn't seem to be such a great idea. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of cold water. You took an icepack from the fridge and carried both the items, and sat back on the couch with your head leaned back. You checked your phone for the time, and just in time, the bell rang. You got up from the sofa and walked up to the door. Opened the door to find Moonie, Harry and Lisa, all standing in front of you. You could see her ring glistening even in the porch light outside your home.

Suddenly you felt lightheaded and reached for the doorframe to steady yourself. Before you could think, you sunk down. But Harry was quick to catch you. Harry knelt beside you and laid your head on his lap, "It's okay, you're okay." He said softly. "Lisa! could you bring her some water, please". That's the last thing you heard before you passed out.

He was still standing behind you. "Are you feeling ill?" You rolled your eyes at him, you tried to sit up, and he helps you. "No, I think it's just the travelling." His eyes softened at your comment, "I've been calling you; you know? Why didn't you answer any of my calls?" He asks.

What were you supposed to say to that? I'm sorry that you want to leave your fiancé for me? Instead, you just shrugged. "I've been busy, Harry. Actually, I don't feel so good right now, so could we maybe talk about this later?" You turned to look at him. He moved backwards and out of your way to give you some room. "Yeah, sure. Can I get you something? I can stay with you for a few hours." He asked. "No. That won't be necessary, Harry. Please go home."

You walk into the living room and find Lisa making a cup of tea. "Hey, you feeling any better?" She smiles at you. She pours the tea into a cup and brings it over to you, "It always helped me, so I figured why not?" You thank her and take the cup from her.

"Yeah, I think it's just the stress from travelling so much. I'll be okay in a few days. I think I'm going to turn in." You asked. "Of course, darling. You just feel better, okay?" She smiles at you. "Honey, Let's head home and give this one some time to rest." She walks up to Harry and puts her arm around him, and sweetly pecks his cheek. He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I'll just go say goodbye to her", And he walks towards your daughter's room.

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Harry : I need to see you, please.

You: Come over after dinner today.

Harry: See you x

"Are we going to talk about what happened?" He raises an eyebrow at you. "I think we're past the stage of talking at this point." You sigh. "What do you mean?" He asks. He's furrowing his brows at you like he does when he's concerned about something.

"I'm leaving, Harry."

"What."

"Yeah, I have been planning it for 2 months now. I don't know how long I'll be gone."

"I came to tell you that I ended things with Lisa, and I wanted to give us a real shot. Give Moonie an actual shot at a family."

"I don't need to tell you anything, really. We can figure out the details of how we're going to manage custody later over text or call."

"So you're just going to leave your daughter go to god knows where?" He asks you.

"I can't be here anymore, Harry. This opportunity will bring countless more opportunities for Moonie and me. And I need to do this for myself. Now, if you will please." You show him the door.

That was the last time you'd see Harry for a long time. But that's something he didn't need to know.

You didn't know if you'd be able to go through with it. But it had to be done. If Harry were to leave Lisa or not, it had to be on his terms, not because he was in love with you.

A few months later

When you told Anne about your plan, she wasn't exactly on board. But she understood, and she loved you. So, of course, she brought you to her farmhouse for you to stay. You and Luna made an agreement that she wouldn't tell her Pa that you're camping out here. Anne would bring her down on weekends. You'd found a strange confidante in your daughter. Not that you'd go into the details of your relationship with Harry, but she understood many things that you didn't give her credit for. That's how you spent the past few months. Getting to know your daughter, who hadn't been a stranger to your problems with Harry, even though that's how you wanted it to be.

You were sipping your morning coffee as you check your emails for anything you had lined up for the day. The date was looming over you, and you just needed to be as distracted as to not think about the wedding happening right now. You need to occupy yourself with work. So, you open the email folder and find an email from Lisa. She has tried to reach out to your multiple times on call and via text, but you always make an excuse about work or being sick. With time she stopped reaching out so often, and you felt less guilty for moving away.

Dear Leyla,

I can't say I haven't missed you these past few months. Hope you're well. I'm getting married today, and you're not here. In a way, I get why you left. But I just wanted to let you know that I wanted you here, just as much Moonie and Harry. Especially him. But you already knew that, didn't you?

With time, I hope he loves me just as much you love him.

Love,

Lisa.

You couldn't stop crying now. You knew that she knew.

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[anemo-writes]

can i request for kaeya / gn!reader whos lisa's helper in library and how he would court her ? just good ol' lil' fluff if you dont mind ? ur writing is so fluffy and cute uwu ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

of course, anon ! this was such a cute ask, I was smiling the entire time I was writing it :’) for story purposes the reader is a bookworm and a bit shy !

Kaeya courting Lisa’s helper in the library

It’s not often that Kaeya visits the library; as a Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, he’s extremely busy and most of his leisurely hours are spent in Angel’s Share (the tavern). So, it was pure luck that the two of you met—it so happened that he was returning a book he borrowed from Lisa (he does NOT want to be hunted down by an angry witch) late at night when he spotted her talking to someone in front her desk, and that someone happened to be you !

He’s surprised to see you talking so casually to one of his friends, especially when he had never seen you before. Nonetheless, he strides up to the two of you with his book in hand, the sound of his footsteps making you and Lisa turn to face him. “I’m here to return your book, Lisa, but I see you are a bit preoccupied at the moment—should I come by later?” He asks, knowing very well he won’t be leaving anytime soon. When Lisa shakes her head and takes the book from his hands, telling you she’ll be back soon, he takes the opportunity to engage in a conversation with you.

Before he can speak, you bow apologetically, murmuring about having work to do as you scurry behind the multiple bookshelves that occupy the library—congrats, you’ve now earned his attention, something not so easy to do coming from a man who’s schedule is packed enough as it is. Unfortunately, Lisa happened to come back right then, telling him to leave so she could return to her dwelling—we both know that Kaeya doesn’t give up that easily. In the span of a few minutes, he’s convinced Lisa to let him lock up the library after he finds another book for him to “read”—in reality, he’s going to try and find you between all those bookshelves.

When she finally leaves, the library is quiet— except for the ever-so-often sounds of someone turning the page, someone that only had to be you. He finds you in the back of the library, surrounded by piles of books on the ground. In the back of his mind, he secretly admires the way your eyes sparkle as your eyes flutter from page to page from the book you were reading—it reminded him of himself when he was younger when his grandfather would tell him stories of the “treasures” he would find in his adventures.

One time he stopped by the library with a romance novel in hand (in an attempt to quote a romantic line and have you swoon without knowing it actually came from a book), catching you by the wrist as you tried to scurry away from him again. Seriously, was he so bad that you had to run away from him everytime?? “What’s the rush, sweetheart?” He murmured close to your ears, causing you to lean back into the bookshelf, accidentally knocking it over in the process (Lisa was not happy). Surprisingly when she asked what had happened, you left out the part where he leaned too close to you and took all the blame yourself—she couldn’t be mad at your “honesty”, and only sentenced you to clean up the mess the two of you had made.

“Why did you cover for me?” He asked, genuinely curious as he continued to watch you pick up the disorganized array of books along the ground. “Were you expecting something in return, perhaps?”

“No, I just didn’t want you to get in trouble,” You replied back, letting out a small huff in response to the weight of the books you were carrying. “Miss Lisa can be scary sometimes, especially with things regarding the library.” A part of him melts at this, despite his vision being cryo. He laughs at this, so loudly that you had to put a finger in front of your mouth to quiet him down. A mischievous smile plastered across his face as he crosses his arms, leaning against a bookshelf lightly.

“Now now, how scary do you think Miss Lisa would be if she heard what you’ve just said?”

Run away while you can.

It’s been a couple of months and he’s still just so curious about you, both romantically and genuinely. Like seriously. You’re on his mind almost all the time and everyone has noticed; they all tease him, asking him ‘who’s the lucky person?’—it’s him, obviously?? He gets to be around a person like you (as cliche as it sounds it’s true), someone who was way out of his league in his opinion, and that’s saying a lot—he knows how good looking he is. He’s not sure why he’s been following you around the library so often, as well as paying attention to the way you tippy-toe to reach the highest shelf to put a book away (he won’t admit it but he’s so smitten by you??)

He’s the type of guy to fall for a smile. I said it. The first time he saw you smile, he felt like he just got his wind knocked out of him by a hilichurl—it was breathtaking (literally). He completely forgot the cheesy pick-up line he was going to use, that’s how much it affected him (●’◡’●)ﾉ While he’s courting you, expect a lot of flirty remarks and lots of touching—this can range from headpats to side hugs,,, he has no concept of personal space with you, I swear. He’s a big romantic (he likes to claim), so also expect him to bring you flowers that he most definitely did not steal from Flora’s stand when she wasn’t looking !

And hear me out; he’s also definitely the type of guy to ask you to elope with him— like he’s just so,, spontaneous it’s weird sldjfkv. And maybe that’s why he got to the library a bit earlier than you normally do (yes, he has your schedule memorized) with a small box in a pocket of his coat, waiting patiently but at the same time impatiently for you to arrive so he can pop the question—it’s up to you if you accept or not ;)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #kaeya x reader #kaeya genshin impact #why was this so badly written I wanna cry I’m so sorry anon #ameno-writes

[bravo-four-seal-team]

Alright darling. Let's see some Sonny x Reader angst.

I'd say maybe with a happy ending, but like, I'm not sure how'd that work with those prompts. So you decide.

Tag: @rebelwrites @disasterfandoms @velvetcardiganbucky @galaxysanduniversesinmymind @itsonautopilot @innerpaperexpertcloud @theysayitscrazy @thelovelyleo23 @hails-halstead @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @jasonbabymama @milfdeacon @softi92 @pinkrockstar19 @chibsytelford

The argument had been going for hours, and it just seems to get more heated. It was all because of Davis. You overheard a conversation of her admitting she still had feelings for your boyfriend.

He hadn't even said anything. Then Davis had kissed him. You didn't know if he kissed back, but it hurt.

"You can't claim to love someone and do what you just did!" You say to him, waving a hand about. You do feel awful since he leaves for deployment tomorrow afternoon, but how could he just sit there and smile while Lisa told him how she felt?! "I can't believe you'd do this to me Sonny!" Tears blur your vision.

"Oh c'mon Y/N, it doesn't mean anything!" Sonny says, watching you, he doesn't understand, you’re the only one he wants, how did you not know that?

"You never loved me! You love her!"

"Now hang on a minute! I didn't do anything, Davis was just telling me how she felt, it means nothing."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't mean to hurt me" You say, watching as he turns his head away, the anger reignites itself in you.

"I hate you! More than you'll ever know Sonny Quinn, I put my heart and soul into this relationship, I thought you loved me, I guess I was wrong." Your voice cracks as you grab your handbag and avoid him, leaving his apartment, door slamming behind you.

The next morning you’re working, Lisa is trying to talk to you, she’s smiling and laughing, "How's Sonny?"

"Why don't you ask him?" You snap at her, she was your friend, and she went and stabbed you in the back.

Blackburn tells you to go cool off, you move down the steps into the belly of the plane, Sonny tried to talk to you, but you sat in between Trent and Metal, who were pretty much older brothers you didn't ask for.

When you land on base, you’re in the equipment room, checking the supplies, when you hear someone enter. "Brock you better have found your kit," you huff turning, but it's Sonny standing there watching you.

"I regret everything," he begins. "I regret not telling Lisa we were done, that this big ol' Texan heart belongs to you," he mumbles. "It wasn't even worth it. I learned that the moment I met you, Davis and I are history. That relationship wasn't worth it, because what I have with you, that's special."

You stare at him for a moment moving forward, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. You feel his arms wrap around you and pull you closer, when a knock at the door gets his and your attention.

"Sorry… uh I found my box and Peppers," Brock says awkwardly, holding the black box.

Way to ruin the moment Brock.

#seal team #b4writes #sonny quinn #brock reynolds #sonny quinn x reader #seal team oneshot #seal team x reader #B4inserts

[multifandomwriter56]

The Good Ol’ Salt N’ Burn

A/n: This is Day 26. 

Word Prompt: Graveyard

Character: Dean Winchester (SPN)

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: none, not even one curse word

Word Count: 854

“Why do vengeful spirits always lead us here?” Y/n whines as she watches Dean grab the supplies from the trunk of the Impala. She hears a snicker coming from Sam and whips her head around to face him; her eyes narrow in annoyance. “And why did you decide to pick this job on Halloween? If people weren’t dying I wouldn’t be here.”

Dean lifts his head from inside the trunk, a mischievous grin in place. “You can always stay in the car, baby sister. Baby’s warded, so you’ll be safe from the bad guys.” His voice haunting teasing.

Y/n stalks towards her eldest brother, roughly taking the salt out of his hands. “And let you and Sam have all the fun? I don’t think so; it’s my turn to burn the bitch.” She starts towards the gate entrance, but eventually slows down, waiting for the Winchester boys to catch up.  

Ever since the Battle at Stull Cemetery, she’s been less willing to enter graveyards. Even though it’s been years, Y/n still has nightmares about the day she lost her brother. In all honesty, she lost both her brothers that day.

Dean moved in with Lisa and the woman wanted nothing to do with Y/n. So she moved in with Bobby, hunting with him and any other hunters that needed an extra body. Her and Dean had grown apart those months they thought their brother was trapped in hell with Lucifer. 

Now here they are, a couple of years later, and the three siblings are back to the ol’ salt n’ burn hunt. 

Y/n stays close to Dean, but not close enough to make it look like she’s scared. Dean has always been her rock, Sam’s too; even when he wasn’t physically there. He’s... he’s Dean, the big brother who would do anything for his younger siblings; even if that means sending one of them to Bobby’s to heal. 

Besides she’s not scared; of course not. Y/n’s a badass hunter who’s done this a million times. Yep, definitely not scared.

“I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not the same cemetery. Lucifer is in the cage and we’re all safe.” Sam whispers encouragingly to his younger sister.

She looks up at him, uncertainty in her eyes. He gives her a reassuring smile before he starts to dig. 

Y/n lets out the breath she was holding, realizing he’s right. Just because this cemetery looks slightly like Stull Cemetery, doesn’t mean anything bad is going to happen.  

Y/n watches Sam dig for a few moments, before turning her gaze to Dean, rolling her eyes when she sees just exactly what her brother is doing.

Dean is sitting on a tombstone, drinking a beer. 

Y/n looks for another shovel and realizes neither Dean nor her grabbed the other one. Y/n did it on accident, but she doubts Dean did.  

She takes the few steps towards her brother before sitting on the tombstone next to him. She tries to grab his beer bottle, but he pulls it out of her reach.

“That one’s mine.” Before she can comment, there’s an opened beer bottle in her face. “This one’s yours.”

Y/n takes the beer, gulping down about half of it.

“It’s not the same cemetery, Y/n.” He tells her softly.

“When did I get so easy to read?” She can’t help but whine.

Dean chuckles. “Oh, baby sister, you’ve always been easy to read. Right, Sam?”

“Sorry Y/n, but it’s true.” Sam answers; about two feet deep in dirt.

“Not a baby.” Y/n mutters. 

Dean grins. “You’ll always be our baby sister; no matter how old you get.”

After a few moments, Y/n returns the grin. “I guess I can live with that.”

“So-” Dean smacks his thigh. “Who wants to start telling horror stories? It is Halloween after all, we should celebrate somehow.”

“Since when do you care about celebrating Halloween?” She asks. “I thought the only thing you cared about when it comes to this holiday is the candy?”

“Well, I think burning a dead corpse and possibly seeing a ghost will be enough celebration for me.” Sam pipes in.

‘Oh thank you Sam.’ Y/n says in her head, glad when Dean agrees.

After a few minutes, Sam stops digging, looking at his two siblings who are on their second beer. “Don’t worry guys. I got it.” The sarcasm is dripping from his lips.

Y/n gives him her biggest, cheesiest, fake smile. “Awe, thanks Sammy. I was worried I would break a nail.” She frowns down at her hand. “If I had any nails to break.”

“The exercise will be good for you, Sammy. Got to look good for the girls, right?”

Sam tries to hide the smile, but he fails miserably. “It’s Sam.”

“Well, in that case, maybe I should take over. I need to look good for the boys.” Y/n stands to her feet, but that’s as far as she gets when both brothers shout, “NO!” at her words.

She giggles, leaning back against the tombstone. 

Forevers: @beautycinders​ @desiredposion​ @theseakrakence​ @simonsbluee​ 

#karissa's 31 days of halloween #day 26 #winchester brothers x sister!reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn

[deans-baby-momma]

Truth or Dare-Part 6/20

Summary: The Winchester sibling trio has been through so much in the last decade. From the night of their parents’ 30th wedding anniversary party where Sam and Dean eased Y/N from her innocence to Sam becoming a happily married lawyer with a kickass nurse of wife to the three of them now living in the same town they grew up in under the same roof where each of them came of age.  Y/N is a working mother of three,  her days spent helping the townsfolk make proper and suitable financial decisions while bustling about escorting her two oldest to school and her youngest, Mary Ellen, to daycare; Dean’s garage is the premiere body shop for classic restorations and  car maintenance; people from other state’s bring their vehicles to them to be repaired. Business at Winchester Wheels  is booming; Sam is the legal council for Winchester Wheels and has been since he moved back home almost 5 years ago. He has his work cut out for him dealing with the people Dean pisses off and threatens to sue the garage on at least a monthly basis.

After one lust-filled night, the siblings become more than family.  They become lovers. The three of them, together and separately.

One big loving family.

So when Y/N’s boss calls for her to take a much needed vacation, the six of them hit the road. What will happen? Will it bring them closer together or break them apart?

W/C: 1115

Warnings:  more jealousy, ACTUAL jealousy, Lisa, pissed off reader

"Dean?" Y/N questions as he opens the passenger side door of the rented Tahoe. "Why are we taking the vehicle? Aren't we just gonna walk down to Miss Kitty's?"

"Nope," is the only answer he gives her until he is seated behind the wheel. "Our first date deserves something a little more special."

Y/N looks over at him, stunned.  'He had really put some thought into this,' she thinks to herself as they pull out of the hotel's parking lot.

Dean places his left hand on the steering wheel to guide the car then grabs her hand with his right, lacing their fingers together before resting their joined hands on the console.

When they pull into the Dodge House Restaurant and Saloon, Y/N's smile widens. The sign above the building indicates that they offer 'the biggest buffet north of the Mason-Dixon'. Leave it to Dean to find a place with an unlimited supply of food.

After they park, Dean gets out and rushes around the car to open Y/N's door. She smiles brightly at him as she exits the vehicle. He is definitely pulling out all the stops to make her feel special and cherished. 

After getting their fill of steak, chicken and anything else you can think of, Dean drives them to their next stop, The 8 Seconds Bar.

"Where are we going now?" Y/N giggles as she takes in the establishment.  "Eight seconds for what?"

Her question is answered as soon as they enter. High top tables are placed sporadically around the room with more private booths along the wall to the right. To their left was a long wooden bar top with stools perched in front. 

The place was pretty hopping, country Western music heard under the din of the patrons' conversations. 

What stood out to her was the large mechanical bull in the middle of the room surrounded by a large cushioned area. The name of the bar finally made sense.

"Are you going to…?" She asks, nodding toward the beast.

"Hell yea," Dean smiles as he lays an arm around her shoulders and leads her toward the bar. "Two Jacks and Cokes, easy on the Coke," Dean orders as they settle on two stools at the bar.

Once the bartender returns with their drinks, Y/N sips as she turns on her stool to people watch.

"You having fun so far?" Dean leans in so she can hear him.

"Of course. This is the best first date ever. You might even get lucky later," she tells him with a wink.

Dean smiles and chuckles. "Putting out on the first date eh?"

"Maybe. If you play your cards right."

Sadly, after a few hours and one bull ride later, it looked as if Dean had folded and had no chance of getting back into the action.

It all started going downhill shortly after Dean conquered Tucker the Bucker, he began acquiring the attention of another patron at the bar, a woman they both quickly learn is named Lisa.

Lisa is almost as tall as Y/N but has the body of an athlete, muscular arms and a narrow tiny waist that is all showcased in the flowered halter top she is wearing. The shorts she is sporting barely make it to the top of her thighs, making her tanned legs look miles long. She is the epitome of what Y/N is not!

Y/N watches as Dean blushes at the attention she is giving him, offering to buy him drinks and touching him on his arm or shoulder.

Y/N glares at the bitch each time but Lisa just ignores it. 'How dare that whore thinks she has a chance with my man!' she thinks as she watches Dean try to shrug off her advances. 

After a half-hour, Lisa is practically hanging on to his every word and always has her hand on him. Y/N is getting fed up and livid.

'Why doesn't she take a hint? Why doesn't Dean tell her he is taken? Wait, is he enjoying the attention? Is she someone Dean could see himself fucking? Is he tired of me? We have been together for almost a decade and I'm pretty sure Dean has been faithful and loyal during that time. Does he want another pussy to get his dick wet?'

Sure, Dean had been on dates before-to keep up appearances, of course-but now Y/N wonders if her assumption that he hadn’t slept with any of the girls he’d taken out was correct. Had he been fucking them too?

The self-deprecating thoughts keep coming as Y/N sits there watching the scene in front of her, holding back the tears burning behind her eyelids.

When the song that's playing stops and before the next one begins, she hears Lisa proposition Dean.

"Why don't we get out of here and I'll ride you better than you rode Ole Tuck?"

That does it! Y/N jumps up and pushes her way in between her brother and the slut in front of him.

"Why don't you go find someone else to fuck? My boyfriend isn't interested in a whore like you."

"You-your boyfriend?" Lisa asks, wide-eyed and shocked.  "I-I thought you were his sister or something. The resemblance is uncanny."

"I'm not his sister," Y/N proclaims. "I am his girlfriend, his lover, the mother of his kids. Yea honey, that's right. We have three beautiful children. So run on along and leave us alone!"

Lisa turns and takes off across the bar before Y/N can blink. She turns to look at Dean, who is smiling ear to ear,  a look of pride coloring his face.

"That was awesome," he chuckles.

Y/N rolls her eyes and stomps toward the door, not really caring if Dean is following her or not.

She doesn't have to wait long before Dean joins her outside, unlocking the car as he walks toward it. She rips the door open and climbs in, slamming it shut. She is fuming!

Dean slides in behind the wheel and just sits there, staring straight ahead. 

"If you want to go back in there and take her up on her offer, go," Y/N seethes. 

Dean sighs and puts the key in the ignition turning the engine on.

"I don't."

As they head back toward the hotel, Y/N is trembling with rage. When he pulls into a spot, before he even puts it in Park, Y/N jumps out and slams the door again.

Dean sits and watches through the windshield as Y/N unlocks the room and storms in. 

'Fuck!' he thinks to himself. 'What have I done?'

A/N: Uh-oh!!! Their first date isn’t going to end well is it???

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @death-unbecomes-you @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @onethirstyunicorn @supraveng @deandreamernp​

#dean winchester #sam winchester #y/n winchester #truth or date #NHIE sequel #dean winchester au #sam winchester au #smut #angst #fluff #wincest #spn au #spn au fanfic #SUPERNATURAL AU #sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x y/n winchester #sam winchester x y/n winchester #dean x y/n x sam

[cricketscreations]

AMARANTH [ c. cullen ]

TITLE :: Amaranth

CHAPTER ZERO :: The Beginning of the End

PAIRING :: Carlisle Cullen x reader, various x reader

GENRE :: Drama

SUMMARY :: Once leading a life of what she seen as relative normality, a sudden change sends poor y/n into a disastrous spiral.

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Y/n had a normal life, as normal as she could possibly have, and she was happy with the mediocrity. She was rather successful; she was getting married soon, she was working as the personal assistant to a regional manager for some big corporate business and made good money — hell, she even made an effort to reconnect with her parents, before they passed away, that is — she even planned on going to college after getting married so she could pursue a career as a pediatrician. But, of course, life hardly ever goes as planned.

Her life came crashing down towards the beginning of January, during her bachelorette party with a few of her close friends. At first, she hated the idea of having a bachelorette party, but after endless pestering, her friends convinced her to go to a club with them. However, Y/n happened to more introverted and somehow came up with an excuse to hang out in the empty alley behind the club for a breather, and sneaking a secret smoke. She lit the tobacco and inhaled the chemicals, her lungs stinging since she'd abstained from cigarettes for a while. She knew they were toxic to her health, but in overly stressful situations, she would break out the ol' cancer sticks for a bit of relief.

The cool night breeze sent shivers down her spine. She was not wearing the most comfortable winter outfit. Quite frankly, she was freezing her tits off at the chill. The outfit she was in was a pretty small dress with a pair of black boots, revealing a lot of skin, which was borrowed from one of her friends’ closet.

Her cigarette had almost completely burned out when she heard some gravel being kicked around while feet quietly shuffled around on the ground. She became slightly paranoid at the thought of someone being in close proximity to her. She dropped the cigarette butt and stomped out the faltering flame, picking it back up once it was out and tossing it in an outdoor trash bin. When she turned back to see if an animal was causing the little noises, but she was met with a man who had stunningly pale skin and blond hair held up in a ponytail. She was terrified, and her eyes scanned him, looking for any sign of familiarity. Alas, she found none. He was wearing a pair of jeans, but no shirt, which she found strange, especially because it was January and there were flurries of snow falling to the ground.

Y/n had no idea what was going on, but couldn't help the small, scared whimper that she let out when he clamped his cold hand around her mouth with fast, bruising force, ensuring that she couldn't scream out for help. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he sunk his rather sharp teeth into her clavicle. She was terrified, she could only see a glint of red in his eye, before a rush of intense pain coursed through her veins. The blond pulled away from her neck, a bit of red liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth. She choked out a sob and fell to the ground once his hand left her jaw, bare knees hitting the rough, loose gravel.

The doors of the club opened, to reveal a couple of Y/n's girlfriends, worriedly chattering; the stranger darted off, not wanting to be caught. She struggled to stay conscious, her vision becoming worse by the second, black dots spotting her surroundings. She squeaked out a small "help" before collapsing on the ground entirely, the ache still running through her body.

The girls panicked, seeing their dear friend fall unconscious in their peripherals, turning and running toward her. At first, they thought she was a goner, but one of them thought to pull out a small mirror from their purse and stuck it below her nose. Although it was minor, her breathing caused a slight fog on the mirror, letting them know she wasn't dead yet. They let out sighs of relief and did their best to pick up their friend, but the heels they chose to wear were no help to them. Instead of attempting to lug her out and flag down a cab, they focused on trying to find out exactly what happened and who they had to kill for causing this.

One of the girls, Stephanie, looked her up and down, seeing if she had any injuries, and came across a large, bleeding wound on her neck that looked like a bite if you squinted. Stephanie pointed out the spot to the other girl, Lisa, while she fished a makeup wipe out of her purse. She used a wipe to clean up the injury, but Y/n hissed in pain as the wipe made contact with an open part of the wound.

Y/n's eyes opened, and she took a moment to regain herself, pressing her back against the wall of the building. "I. . . I'm gonna go home." She grumbled, bending down to pick up her clutch.

"Are you kidding, Y/n? You need to go to the hospital! That thing on your neck is disgusting!" Stephanie was shocked, she was clearly concerned about the wound, but Y/n didn't seem to care as much.

Lisa chimed in, "It could get infected if you don't get it treated, Y/n, you should have it checked out."

The corner of Y/n's mouth twitched upwards, a weak smile appearing. "Steph, Lis, I can take care of this, it's nothing," It was definitely not nothing. She could feel an ache all throughout her veins and her head felt like it was about to explode. Y/n didn't want them to worry, she knew them all too well and she knew that if the weirdo who bit her gave her some disease they wouldn't stop blaming themselves. "I'll go home, get some bandages and antibiotic ointment, then I'll be good as new. Don't worry."

The girls, very reluctantly, let her go — trusting her instead of arguing with their stubborn friend. "Do you want me to come with? I can help, it's kind of an awkward spot to be fixing up on your own." Stephanie offered.

Y/n shook her head and politely murmured, "No thanks, Steph." They respected her wishes and headed back inside while she caught a cab driving by.

It took only about fifteen minutes for the cab to get her home, opposed to the usual twenty — the driver had seen the dried blood that had stained her skin and decided that it would be best to get there as fast as he could. She thanked the man and paid her fare, plus a hefty tip, before stumbling into her home. It was around midnight when she decided to stop waiting on her fiancé, Tyler, to get home since he was working late, yet again. She dressed her wound in bandages and took some pain killers along with a shot of whiskey to dull the ache, then retired to bed.

The next morning, she felt nothing but the raging pain of her blood coursing through her veins like poison. She swallowed it down with a few shots of hard liquor and her daily medicine. The entire day she was on edge, always looking over her shoulder. She took the day off from work, but her husband hadn't; something about extra paperwork to file before dinner. His parents were coming over to celebrate their engagement over dinner, and although Y/n wasn't feeling good, she wasn't going to up and cancel.

Instead of making a meal, Y/n called a nearby Japanese catering company, ordering a few plates of assorted sushi rolls to be delivered by four o'clock. She didn't worry over the cost, but rather plopped down on the couch, trying to rest before she'd have to deal with her to-be in-laws.

She must've lost track of time because before she knew it, there was a knock at the door, and she was mindlessly getting up to open it. There stood an awkward-looking teen with a few insulated cases in hand. "Ms. L/n?" In response, she nodded and he gestured to a receipt sitting on top of the boxes. "Sign on the dotted line," The delivery boy pulled a blue pen out of his pocket and handed it to her, which she took with hesitation. She signed for the food and took the boxes. "Have a nice day!" He spoke quickly as she shut the door.

"Why can I still smell him? He smells like Frito's dipped in guac," Y/n grimaced, however, the stench made her hungry. "Whatever, I can dig in once they're here." She sighed.

Only moments passed before the door opened, revealing her soon-to-be husband, Tyler, and his parents. Tyler took it upon himself to set the table and help his parents settle in for their stay. Y/n stood in the bathroom, observing her neck and shoulder — whatever used to be there was now but a faint ring mark. Unfortunately, that didn't mean her pain stopped. Thankfully, she had a higher tolerance than most, and a bit of liquor helped.

They were part-way through dinner, and Y/n was picking at her second California roll. She could just barely stand the scents her nose was taking in — and the sushi wasn't the cause. She could separate the smells too; one of them smelt like rotting pears, another was a variation of sour wine, and the final one was by far the one that made her hunger plunge deeper — it was floral, and yet bitter. The sushi was no longer of any interest to Y/n; those smells, though, they were mouthwatering.

"Oh, dear, Y/n," Tyler's mother, Jill, started. "I just don't understand why you couldn't have made the food yourself; then again, you've always been quite a lazy lady." The last part was more of a reminder to herself but still, hurt Y/n nonetheless.

Y/n smiled, but everyone could tell it was fake, and there was nothing but pure rage behind it. "Oh, Jillian, you always critique my cooking skills anyways, so I thought why not save you the trouble and just get food elsewhere." Bitterness seeped from every word she spoke as she glared daggers at Tyler's monster of a mum.

"How thoughtful." The father, Wayne, added, shoving a spicy tuna roll down his gullet.

Jill obviously wasn't happy with the retort and turned to her beloved son. "I can't see why you didn't try to get with that Jessy girl at your office, she was an absolute sweetie; but I guess you like the sour bunch."

Wayne chuckled. "Yeah, if I were in your situation, I'd take the bait," He paused, taking a bite of another sushi roll before speaking up again. "Put in some extra hours, if you know what I mean." He spat, a piece of rice shooting out on his mouth and onto Y/n's nearby plate. Tyler let out a nervous laugh, looking towards his fianceé.

As she got angrier, the smells got more intense and the sound of rhythmic beating and rushing liquid filled her ears. She snapped her eyes shut so she could try to focus, but she just couldn't. Tyler attempted to bring her out of her pained expression with aggressive shoulder tapping, he was met with a push with massive force behind it. Said push sent him hurtling backward into a wall, causing his body to leave a hole in its place before he fell to the ground. Wayne stood up in shock, confused at what had just happened, and something had completely taken Y/n over.

No longer could she ignore her hunger, or the pent up fury within her. She leapt at Wayne, smacking his head against the wall harshly, before looking at Jill, who was going through her purse desperately looking for her Blackberry.

"No phones at the table, Jill." Y/n hissed before, kicking the leg of her chair, snapping the wooden block off, and making Jill fall to the floor.

To Jill, all hope was lost. Within seconds, Y/n fell to the floor and grabbed Jill's arm, biting it. The latter cried out, but Y/n quickly grabbed as much sushi as she could handle and shoved it into her mouth, muffling the screams.

Sharp and strong teeth replaced Y/n's former ones and she mercilessly sucked the blood from Jill's arm. Y/n's eyes had gone dark, and that was all Jill saw before she'd lost a large amount of blood and lost consciousness.

Y/n physically had to rip herself away from her would-be mother-in-law to prevent herself from draining the body completely. Once she had seen what was done, tears streamed down her face. Panic set in, and Y/n stood up and looked around at the mess she made.

Something felt off. Her hands wandered to her mouth, poking at her mouth to realize that her teeth felt much stronger than before and there was a thick layer of blood on her bottom lip. "Holy shit. . ." She gasped, scared of what idea came to mind. "Am I a fucking vampire?"

It sounded even more ridiculous out loud.

Her mind circled back to the blood dribbling down her chin and onto her blouse. What a shame. It was one of her favorites. How was she ever going to rid herself of this mess? This was her house, people in the neighborhood knew her, she would obviously be suspect number one and she had zero idea how to drop off the face of the earth.

Y/n's eyes shifted around the room, looking for some sort of sudden solution to her problems. Sushi, blood, candles, broken wood. . . Candles. . . Fire. She could burn the evidence. Her mind wandered back to the gas canister for her lawnmower; Tyler always kept it full so it would be there when he needed it. She rushed out to the garage, surprised at her speed, and retrieved the red can.

She poured gasoline on the floor, making sure the bodies were doused in the extremely flammable liquid. Let's be honest, if the bodies burnt enough, the police of this town probably wouldn't care enough to look too far into it — they'd most likely mark her off as deceased as well.

She had changed into a pair of thick spandex, a pair of comfortable sneakers, and a hoodie two sizes too large; and at the ripe, late time of '1:27 AM', Y/n snatched one of her lighters and her pack of cigarettes and went outside. She lit a cigarette and took a couple of moments to reminisce. She adored her house, but it could no longer be her home. She wouldn't be safe there, and she couldn't come back. She needed to be far, far away. She couldn't spend a second more there, so she took one last hit and flicked her lit cigarette through the door of the house and took off as flames spread through the house.

Hour, upon hour — they simply passed like minutes. It felt exhilarating to not be tired. She ran all night and the sun was starting to peek over the horizon, soft rays of light filtered through the crowds of trees. She was in a forest of some kind, and she had absolutely no idea where she was. After a couple of minutes of nothing but trees for miles, she stopped.

Somehow she felt absolutely no exhaustion from the obscene amount of physical work she'd just went through. She must've been at least a couple of states away, she should be safe.

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[quellmythirst]

House Hunting - Part 1

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you've had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Words: 1.5k, told in 2 parts because my attention span is fucked after to many words.

A/n: So, Couldn't get this idea outa my mind. I unkilled Frankies fam and now your his kid, the youngest of the 3. I hope you like Dads best friend Billy as much as I do.

Warnings: Big ol' age gap, dad's best friend, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, dirty talk... ummm? let me know if I forgot something.

THIS FIC IS FOR 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! OK! I do not consent for my works to be copied, translated or stolen.

You remember the first time you met Billy, your father had brought him around for your brother's birthday. He was quiet and aloof, you were immediately intrigued by him, asking him a million questions. Thrilled that you were able to even hold his attention for so long. He just smiled at you politely answering your questions, but you could see his eyes darting around, silently looking for an exit.

He wasn't much different now, standing in your backyard of your parents home. They had invited him for a barbecue, it was your last break before you had to head back into the city to find a job. God, they fussed over you but you supposed with Frankie Jr overseas fighting the same war as your father and Lisa in California, you were the only baby they had left to dote on.

Sitting on the bench in the backyard you watched your parents lovingly embrace over the grill, not noticing when a certain someone had slipped in beside you.

“You know if you need a job, Anvil is always hiring.” he smirked at you, your eyes fixed on his lips as he took a sip of his beer.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I don't know what Anvil would want with a library science major.”

“Sure I could find somewhere to fit you in,” his voice low, as he moved to sit closer to you. You felt a familiar heat creep through your body, as it had the last few times you had seen Billy, you knew it was wrong, the unconscious way you soaked through your panties every time he was around. He's your dad's best friend, not to mention nearly twice your age.

“I can find my own job, I don't need your charity,” you stood to get yourself a beer, needing desperately to put some space between you. Taking a beer from the cooler, you headed back over to the table, sitting beside your mother as she offered you a burger.

“Thanks ma, for housing me while I find a place in the city.”

“Dear, you don't need to thank us. We're your parents. We love having you here don't we,” you saw your father jump when she kicked him under the table

“Yeh, always happy to have you kiddo,” He smiled at you.

“I could help you find a place,” Billy smiled sickeningly sweetly at you from across the table. Your father slapping him on the shoulder, with a proud smile.

“What a great idea, wouldn't that be good sweetie? Uncle Bill can take you tomorrow.” completely oblivious to the tension running through your veins, this wasn’t a good idea.

"I don't want to be any trouble," You squirmed, you couldn't. Fuck. You had not been alone with him since you left for college and every time he was here you felt that heat growing throughout your body. You weren't sure you'd be able to keep the thoughts you usually reserved for when you were alone at bay. His hands that looked so strong, how his body would feel- shaking your head, not the time or place. You glanced down, taking a distracting bite of your burger.

“No trouble, anything for Frank's little girl.” He was smiling but you saw something in his eyes. Mischief, it was a look he used to give you when you would play pranks on your father and brother.

“Uh- thanks. I might head up to bed,” You grumble, he had you cornered. How could you decline such a generous offer? But maybe? no, not a good idea. Fuck.

“Goodnight dear, sleep tight,” your mother spoke, kissing you on the forehead.

“Night sweetie,” your father called, grabbing himself another beer.

Xx

Stepping out of the bathroom you are met with a sharp wall in your way, "Uh sorry, didn't realise-" you stop staring up at those dark and stormy eyes that have been following you all afternoon.

“No trouble little girl,” he smirks down at you, seeing the small towel that's wrapped around your frame. You feel your core pulse as arousal washes over you, his eyes daring you to step away, fixing those dark eyes on you like you're the last woman on earth. Heat rushing through your body, the overwhelming need to reach out and touch him. His hand rests on the door frame as he looms over you. “See something you like, little girl?” His voice low and rumbling in his chest. Shit you could just reach up-

“Hey kiddo thought you were going to bed?” Frank calls from the stairs, turning to head into his room.

“Just needed a shower,” you yell back. Billy steps away watching you as you retreat into your room. Pressing your ear to the door, you try to listen to their muffled conversation as they talk, before you hear one set of footsteps proceed down the stairs. You let out the breath that had been caught in your lungs.

“See you tomorrow, little girl,” You hear him whisper through your door, sinking down onto your knees, your head held in your hands.

Xx

You woke at the crack of dawn, hopelessly trying to figure a way out of this situation. You couldn't. If you pretended to be sick your mother would worry and bring you straight to the doctor. If you told them the truth. No, that was an even worse option. Both your parents loved Billy. You were trapped, you would just have to keep your composure, you're an adult, you reassured yourself. I'm a grown ass woman, I can resist temptation.

Hoping to make the best of the situation, you put on a light sundress, in your favourite colour. It was long enough to be conservative and cute, covered in pretty daisies. At least maybe with a man with you the real estate agents might take you seriously. Open your prospects a bit. Yeh. That's all this is you reassured yourself. You're just overthinking this because you haven't been on a date in a year and even that was disappointing. There's no way he would want you, you’re being stupid. He’s just your dad's friend who wants to help. Nodding to yourself in the mirror you step out the door. The smell of breakfast wafting into your nose.

“Hey ma, what's for breakfast?” you ask, descending the stairs.

“Your favourite,” she sets the plate down in front of you.

“Thanks looks delish,” you tuck in, enjoying each and every bite. She watched you sipping on her coffee from across the table.

“Your uncle should be here soon,”

“Billy ain't my uncle ma,” you say with a mouth full and your mother sets her glare on you, you slam your mouth shut. Your eyes are focusing on your meal.

“Well me and your pa are going out today to. So we won't be home until tomorrow night.”

“Where you guys off to?” You asked

“Spa retreat, you know I've been trying to get him to come for years. Since you got plans for the day he didn't have an excuse,” She smiles proudly, for finally roping the ever stoic Frank Castle into a spa day.

“Did ya hear kiddo, your beautiful mother is taking me for a day of pampering,” he groans, sitting next to you at the table.

“Oh I heard, here's an Idea, I'll go with ma and you and Billy can go find me an apartment.” you chirp.

“Haha, no way,” He pats you on the back, “I'll never hear the end of it if I bail now,” Your mother shoots him a look and you know he's right.

“Hey Y/n you ready to go,” Billy called as he walked through the front door, “I’ve got lots of cool places for you to see.”

“Just let me grab my coat and my purse,” you spun around, he was in a suit. How have you gone your whole life and never seen him in a suit before? Normally it was just jeans and a sweater, and fuck did he look great. You clambered up the stairs, taking deep breaths to steady your thumping heart. You can do this. You can. He's just your dad's friend helping you look for a place. Ok.

“Be safe kiddo,” your father pulled you into a hug, “I expect you to get her home safely and at a reasonable hour Russo,”

“Sure thing lieutenant,” Billy saluted your father, “have a good spa day,” he winked.

“The city is a dangerous place dear, make sure to stick with Billy,” your mother said as she hugged you.

“All good ma, we'll be fine,” You smiled walking out to hop in Billy's slick black car, hoping no one noticed the blatant way your eyes were fixed on his ass in those pants.

P2

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