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[SAVE ME] Episode Two - Part I

[WORKER]

아 이거 여기 두지 말라니까 진짜!

Ah, I told you not to put this here!

• 이거= This (thing)
• 여기=Here
• 두다= To put, place
• -지 말다 = Don’t, Stop
• -다니까 / 라니까 = I said, I told you
• 진짜= Really / Seriously

[WORKER]

주유 끝났습니다. 계산 어떻게 도와드릴까요?

All done. How would you like to pay?

• 주유= Refueling (vehicle with gas)
• 끝나다= To end, finish
• 계산=Pay
• 어떻게=How
• 돕다= To help, assist
• 드리다= To give

[WORKER]

손님?

Customer?

• 손님= Customer (honorific)

[WORKER]

혹시 더 필요하신 거 있으신가요?

Did you need anything else?

• 혹시= By chance
• 더= More, further
• 필요하다= To need
• 있으신다?= (Politely asking if someone has something)

[JIN]

아뇨.

No.

• 아뇨= (Shortened ver. of 아니요) No

[WORKER]

나가실 때는 저쪽으로 나가시면 됩니다.

You can go out that way when you leave.

• 나가다= To go out, leave
• -ㄹ / 을 때 =When…
• -은 / 는 = [Topic marker]
• 저쪽= There, That place
• -(으)로= Way, direction
• -면= When, if
• 되다= (In this case) To be okay, (someone) may do something

[JIN, NARRATION]

남준이한테 인사할걸 그랬다.

I should’ve said hi to Namjoon.

• 남준=Namjoon
• (Name) -이 = (Honorific for someone you’re close with / someone you’re referencing)
• -한테= [Doing (something) TO somebody else]
• 인사하다= To greet, say hello
• -ㄹ / 을 걸 (그랬다) = I should have done…

[JIN, NARRATION]

딴 애들은 다 뭐하고 지내려나 궁금하네.

I wonder what the other kids have been doing.

• 딴= Different, another
• 애들= Kid / (Someone close and younger than you)
• -은 / 는 = [Topic marker]
• 뭐=What
• 지내다= To live (in a certain state or condition)
• 궁금하다= To be curious

[JIN]

…정국이?

…Jungkook?

• 정국=Jungkook
• (Name) -이 = (Honorific for someone you’re close with / someone you’re referencing)

[MAN]

운전자! 차 밖으로 나오세요!

Driver! Get out of the car!

• 운전자=Driver
• 차=Car
• 밖으로=Outward
• 나오다= To come out, emerge
• -(으)세요= (Asking someone to do something politely, making a request)

[MAN]

운전자! 괜찮습니까?

Driver! Are you okay?

• 운전자=Driver
• 괜찮다= To be okay, all right

IronDad Moments (Part 1 of 3)

Peter: Tony

Tony: Hey, Pete. Come in.

Peter: Hey

Tony: you ok?

Peter: just kind of stressed. Can I work with you?

Tony: of course. Anytime.

Peter: thanks

PUSHY (HR X READER) IMAGINES - PART I [SMUT/NSFW]

*~*~*~*~*
WARNING:
Contains slight smut, nothing too explicit…
*~*~*~*~*
Imagine:
It’s been weeks since you and HR started going out, and he’s been really pushy about having sex…
*~*~*~*~*

HR pushed you down the bed.

The scent of coffee and cinnamon invaded your senses as the Harrison Wells doppelganger climbed on top and flashed you a very charming look. Leaning down, he pressed his lips tenderly against your neck and sucked gently.

“Ah…!” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Though you couldn’t see him, you could feel his lips curve into a warm, gentle smile.

“Now, now,” HR warned, his hot breath brushing over your skin. “Keep your voice down. We don’t want the kids hearing us now, do we?”

A flash of crimson warmed your cheeks at the very thought of being caught. After all, having sex in the S.T.A.R. Labs guest rooms while the whole team was present wasn’t necessarily a good idea. Just the thought of it made your heart beat fast.

Wiggling away, you place your hand on his arm and gave it a firm squeeze. “Let’s…let’s stop for a bit, okay?”

“Oh,” the E19 Earthling stuck out his bottom lip. “But I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Without warning, HR reached up and gave your chest a gentle squeeze. A small moan escaped your lips. Using it to his advantage, he pulled one of your breasts out from the top of your shirt and puckered his lips to the already perky tip.

The overall sensation tickled, forcing goosebumps to rise up your skin and reveal your excitement. The reaction, of course, didn’t go unnoticed.

HR nibbled on the bud, a sweet tingle of pain and pleasure, prior to tugging gently. A soft ‘pop’ sounded as he released the tip and watched your wonderful blessing cease its movement. Your nipple peaked a bit more.

A satisfactory look spread across HR’s face.

“See?” He pressed cheerfully. “You’re excited too.”

Embarrassed and at a loss for words, you started for your shirt so you could cover yourself once more; but, your darling, sweet lover wouldn’t have any of it. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and held it above your head.

You stared at him with wide, nervous eyes. “What’re you - ?”

“You’re the same,” he whispered, pulling your other breast out so that he could gaze at all your glory. “You want it too, ________. I know you do.”

That’s true, but…

Just doing this, out in the open, when there was no door to separate your room from the rest of the lab…

It was terrifying.

What if someone walked in?

Oblivious to your thoughts, HR lowered his face and nuzzled against your chest. His free hand worked itself down your stomach, grabbing all that you had to offer as he made his way towards the top of your jeans. Though the man swore he’d never slept with anyone before, he expertly unbuttoned your pants and slipped his hand inside.

A shot of excitement - mixed with anxiety - tore through your body and warmed your limbs.

You could feel his fingers gently pressing against your folds, soft and considerate; though, it still had that needy touch that kept hinting at his desire.

Just then, the distant sound of footsteps came from the doorway.

Judging from the way it clacked against the cement floor, it was Caitlin. Probably looking for HR to talk about Wally’s training progress.

You started to get up. “HR –”

He slipped a finger inside.

Immediately, alarms went off in your head.

Wrestling as hard as you could, you yanked his hand out of your jeans and pushed him away. Though he knew your position in the matter, he somehow still managed to look surprised.

He stared at you, mouth hanging slightly ajar. “What –?”

“I said no…!” you huffed indignantly. “She’s coming!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Who’s coming?”

“Caitlin…!” you whispered harshly. “Can’t you hear her?!”

He didn’t respond.

Instead, HR cocked his head to the side.

A moment of silence passed between you two as you listened for the person down the hall. At this point, you could hear Caitlin talking to Cisco - about what, you weren’t sure - before they made a U-turn and faded away.

No one was coming.

A broad, goofy grin broke out across your lover’s face, and you found yourself pressed against the bed once more. He hovered over you, fingers pinching your trembling chin as he pushed you to meet his gaze.

“See?” he pressed on. “They went away.”

Yeah, but…

That did nothing to ease your anxiety.

“Now,” HR breathed, his sweet coffee scent intoxicating you as he covered your body with his. “Why don’t you just relax, and let me take care of you?”

He reached for your shirt once more.

“You want it too, right?”

SLAP.

HR reeled in pain.

The force of your hand knocked him off balance and caused him to topple off the bed. His cheek red and sore, he grabbed the side of his face and wailed.

“Ow…!” he whimpered. “Honey!What was that for?”

“You know damn well what,” you hissed.

“But–!”

You cut him off with a stern look. “I don’t want to.”

Without so much as another word, you quickly fixed yourself and stalked out of the room, leaving your lover behind in stunned silence.

*~*~*~*~*

Okay, so I know people do theories all the time, and everybody is probably sick of hearing/reading them, but I thought I’d share mine.

Alright, so basically, Mx are, well, a clan. All 7 members took an oath (hence their teasers) and vowed to be loyal and faithful to the team and be “all in”/invested in the team.

To begin, the flower. The flower is a big part of the plot. I believe the flower is supposed to be Delphinium or Larkspur (thanks imbangnzelo for making the flower really make sense/go read her post to find out more). Basically, the plants contain toxins which can cause severe sickness and/or death, as well, the plants have cardiotoxic and neuromuscular blocking effects, which to put simply means they are a very high pain killer. And an added part is that these flowers have specific symbolism in what they mean. A few meanings are “striving for your goals”, “new opportunities”, “protection against danger”, “to be open to new emotions”, “enjoying life, no matter the circumstance”, and “celebrating positivity”. All of these, which the music video depicts very well.

My first assumption is that each member has their own take on the flower (that one of the meanings I’ve just stated, is applied to each member). Each meaning is quite positive, so I think that once they use the poison it shows that their meaning/views are gone.

1. Striving for goals : Kihyun (why: his goals are to walk again)
   
2. New opportunities : Jooheon (why: robbing? And giving Shownu the money, he took the opportuninty)
   
3. Protection against danger : IM or Wonho
   
4. To be open to new emotions : Minhyuk and Hyungwon (why: their “love” for one another)
   
5. Enjoying life, no matter the circumstance : Shownu (why: his ill and betraying grandfather, he tries to still enjoy what he has even in a hard time)
   
6. Celebrating positivity : IM or Wonho
   

(sorry, IM and Wonho don’t really have much of a plot on their own…)

Okay, onto the plot.

// forget the first scene for now //

In the video we see the group of them go up to the police, this is where Hyungwon gives one of the poison flowers to a cop. I believe this is a sign of mercy, Hyungwon knows what they are about to do, but hands this to the cop as if saying “here this will rid your pain”. We then see a older man (the same man I believe is in the bed/in Shownu’s scene/Shownu’s grandfather) go up to the group of them with a question and almost angry expression. I think that this man (Shownu’s grandfather) put the group together, and although they don’t know it, it’s to have them do his dirty work for him. Pretty much, the man is their boss. Anyways, his grandfather looks as if he’s questioned something, which I think is “which one of you did it?” referring to the toxic flower being given to a police officer. I think this because, Hyungwon then stands up as if he answer that it was him and to defend his actions. The man then begins hitting/beating Hyungwon, why? Because Hyungwon could have blown their “cover” by giving the flower.

Help: the scene at Jooheon’s rap is where they are boiling down the flowers and making them into a drink/poison, one that they can take to rid themselves of any pain they may feel at that very moment.

We then see Minhyuk in the room with Hyungwon where he removes his mask revealing a beaten and bruised face. I believe those injuries were also from “Shownu’s grandfather”. Minhyuk leaves the room with the mask in a quite angry manner, (yes it show Shownu before this but some of the scenes to keep people hooked are out of order) this is where I think Minhyuk goes to yell/scold Shownu for his grandfather’s doings (because he can’t talk to the man, since the man is sick). I think this because we see Shownu sitting with his grandfather, holding the same mask Hyungwon was wearing. I believe Shownu feels a tremendous amount of betrayal. (yes others have those same masks, this mask could also be Shownu’s which they all wear them when doing what his grandfather demands, but either way~).

The next scene is when we see Jooheon giving a bag to Shownu, the bag containing money. Shownu then heads to the jail cell where his weak/unhealthy grandfather is, with the money in hand. I believe this money is bail money for his grandfather. Shownu then stands at the glass and demands answers from his grandfather for what is going on. (I think his grandfather is still in the room, because two guards still remain when Shownu arrives). I think Shownu’s grandfather admits to what was truly happening and how he was using the members to his advantage/do his dirty work. Shownu, after hearing this decides not to bail his grandfather out, and let him be executed, (Shownu vowed to stay on his friend’s side/be loyal to the clan). I think his grandfather is executed because we see two officers dragging a man out, a struggling man, but struggling not to get away but just in general having troubles, therefore an unhealthy man, his grandfather. It is because of this, that Shownu is first to take his life. He places the flower down on his grandfather’s clothes as symbolism, almost an apology. He then burns the bail money and drinks the poison himself, taking his own life, instead of facing his members.

Then we have Minhyuk and Hyungwon. Hyungwon lay already dead in a bathtub, that he had already drank his portion of the poison to rid the pain he felt. (obviously there is something going on between the two). Minhyuk pours his portion into the tub before climbing in and laying beside Hyungwon. Minhyuk drowns himself which is why we see his hand still grab/tighten on Hyungwon’s hand (it was not a quick death).

I haven’t really put much thought into the others, considering the main points are with Shownu, Minhyuk and Hyungwon. But simply for the others is that they are rioting like the old man had insisted. Kihyun who is shown injured proves the flower method, by dropping his crutches and beginning to walk perfectly and even run with no pain.

At the end we see them all dressed in white, which I think is representing the fact they are all dead, and have killed themselves using the flowers. They are seen looking into the sky and at large “weird” object. I think the object is a heart, with the way it’s moving and it’s simplified appearance. The reason for this is that the flower’s toxins affect your heart.

I believe the video depicts them as dead to show that covering the pain (with poison/killing yourselves) is not a way to get rid of it, because they are still seen doing similar acts to what they were before. They also are shown to still be struggling and feeling pain which is a big clue to that.

The first scene is also when they are dead, that is before the music video goes back in time to show how they ended up there. I think it shows Hyungwon in pain to prove that no matter what pain with still exist. It shows him eating the flower to show that things haven’t changed for them.

Yes there are things to do with youth, and what not, but I won’t go into too much detail on that. I believe that each member only feel pain, the pain that causes them to use their poison once their youth/innocence is taken from them. Example one, is with Hyungwon and the flower. He innocently gives it to the officer but it was his innocent (youth) actions that made him a target, therefore, the hit striped him of his youth, it wasn’t until then that he felt pain. We also have Shownu who is innocently sitting by his grandfather’s bedside, when he realizes the betrayal, that’s when the pain starts (where his youth is beginning to be taken), but it truly comes and is taken when he finds out the truth, which he promptly “gives up”.

(Shownu also has something in a cloth when he runs up to the glass and is looking through it, but I can’t exactly figure out what… part of me wants to say it’s a gun and that he is threatening his grandfather to tell him, I don’t think he shoots him, one, because of the glass. two, I think it’s a threat… but I’m not 100% sure on that…)

… sorry if I wrote a lot about Shownu’s plot… he’s my bias and I think I “naturally” end up paying more attention to his parts… O.o lol oops.

Obviously this is just my guess and take on the music video, but I thought I’d share~

aries - gimme your fucking money & the fuck is up kyle
taurus - my croissant & welcome to chillis
gemini - belt & no sleep cuz’ of y'all
cancer - i love you bitch & bzzerk
leo - so no head? & i do that
virgo - ms.keisha & welcome to physics
libra - road work ahead & is that a chicken?
scorpio - adam & o aa aa aa
sagittarius - wow & they were roommates
capricorn - you’re not my dad! & hello?
aquarius - YEET & two bros chillin’ in a hot tub
pisces - look at all those chickens & i have hemorrhoids

Second Chances, The Setup (KakaSaku Valentines Day)

This is my take on the matchmaking section of the day one prompt @bouncyirwin. It can also be found on FFand A03.

Kakashi stared down at the paper in his hands as disbelief warred with amusement inside his chest. He read the name again to assure himself that he wasn’t imagining things. “This can’t be right. There must have been a mistake.”

“I don’t know why you signed up for that thing in the first place,” Tenzo observed, scrolling through his phone with a thumb without looking up. “Honestly, a matchmaking service is about the last thing I would expect you to take part in, even if it does benefit the school.”

“Technically, it benefits the Wounded Warriors project and the school,” Kakashi pointed out, leveling his best friend with a stare. Then, he sighed. “And, I signed up for it because I lost another bet with Gai. He cares about the charity, so this was his twisted form of punishment.”

Tenzo’s gaze flicked up from his phone, and he rolled his eyes. “Why do you let him drag you into these stupid things? You act like posturing five year olds instead of department heads at a prestigious university.”

Crossing the office, Tenzo snagged the paper from Kakashi’s hands. His brown eyes skimmed over the name once, then his brow furrowed. He read it a second time, then burst out laughing. “They matched you with Haruno Sakura? That can’t be right, can it? I mean, she’s, what, twenty years younger than you?”

Warmth rose in Kakashi’s cheeks at the words as anger and embarrassment heated his face. He scribbled a note on the lesson plan in front of him without looking at Tenzo. “It’s more like fourteen, but yeah. I’m sure it’s just an oversight.”

With another chuckle, Tenzo dropped the paper onto Kakashi’s desk and slung his bag over one shoulder. “I’m surprised she’s taking part, to be honest. The last I heard, she was dating some hotshot Uchiha lawyer, the one everyone was talking about a couple of years ago. I was pretty sure they were engaged, actually.”

Kakashi wondered why the man had kept up with Sakura, but he didn’t ask. Folding the paper in half, he slid it out of the way. “Maybe she got roped into it like I did. I’ll go down to the office and sort it out after my next class.”

Years ago, the woman had been a student of Kakashi’s. First, she’d be in an advanced placement class through her high school, then later she’d taken two Introduction to Literature classes at Konoha University. He remembered Sakura’s vibrant pink hair and whip-quick wit. She’d been one of the few students who actually put effort into their assignments and offered insightful observations during discussions. She would have done well in the English department, but her interests lay in another direction. Last he heard, she’d planned to go to medical school, and that had been five or six years ago.

Shaking his head, Kakashi pushed the memory away as a worry for another time. He was sure that pairing them together for the charity Valentine’s Day dinner must have been a mistake. It would be easily corrected when he went and talked to organizers. A small smile played across Tenzo’s lips when Kakashi raised his gaze back to the man. “You could just go with it, you know. I mean, it’s not often you get the chance to—”

“I could have plenty of chances,” Kakashi interrupted, folding the notice and dropping it into the leather messenger bag on his desk along with his notes for the next class. He adjusted the buckle, then stood. “I don’t need any help in that area, thank you very much.”

“I’m just saying that she’s an adult now,” Tenzo continued, pushing open the heavy door of the office so they could leave it behind. “There’s nothing wrong with going out with her, if you wanted to, I mean.”

Kakashi leveled the man with a stare and shook his head. “I’m sure it would make a lovely headline. You know, just before I lost my job.”

Laughing, Tenzo shook his head. “It’s just dinner, nobody could fault you for that. I’m not suggesting you sleep with her.”

“I have a class to get to,” Kakashi interrupted, cutting the man short. “And then, I’m going to go get this sorted, end of story.”

You should try living a little,“ Tenzo called as the pair separated in the hallway. Kakashi shook his head and continued like he hadn’t heard the words.

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"I’m sorry, Hatake-sensei,” the brunette behind the computer screen repeated, tapping rapidly on her keyboard. “The results have already been sent out. There’s no way we can change them now.”

Kakashi blew out a breath to contain his annoyance and tried again. “But, there’s been a mistake with my match. This can’t be the person who was intended to be matched with me.”

“You aren’t obligated to go to dinner with them if you don’t want to,” the woman continued. Soft brown eyes flashed up at Kakashi with a touch more calculation than he liked. He loosened the collar of his shirt with one finger as she smiled. “It’s just a silly fundraiser, after all.”

“Wrong,” A growled word from the back room answered the statement before Kakashi could. A woman stepped into the office, combing her fingers through her long blond hair like it had annoyed her. Then, she tugged at her crop top, trying to make it lie smoothly over her chest. Kakashi looked away as she continued. “It isn’t just a silly fundraiser. We worked hard on those matches.”

“I’m sure you did.” Kakashi made a placating gesture under the woman’s scrutiny. She looked at him like she’d treated her hair or clothing: something she’d force back into place if he defied her. “But, I was under the impression that matches would be among faculty or students, not mixed.”

Seafoam blue eyes that had to be colored contacts rolled toward the ceiling. “Well, that’s your mistake, then.” The girl smiled with a vindictive edge. “We were careful in our matches, but some do have a slight age gap. It was unavoidable given the pool of applicants.”

“A slight age gap,” Kakashi repeated. He let out a measured breath to control the surge of annoyance rushing through him. It wasn’t intentional. It’s nothing personal, he reminded himself, reining in the frustration.

“Leave him alone, Ino.” The brunette behind the desk leveled the blond with a glare before turning back to Kakashi. “I’m sorry for the confusion, Hatake-sensei. But, if you’re uncomfortable with the arrangement, you could explain over dinner, perhaps? It’s already paid for, after all, and no one says it has to be romantic.”

Ino crossed her arms over her chest in a gesture of annoyance. “It’s Valentine’s Day. It’s supposed to be romantic.”

“Of course,” the girl nodded along with Ino’s word, then shrugged. “But, this dinner doesn’t have to be romantic. I’m sure your match would understand if you explain things.”

Kakashi stared at the paper with Sakura’s name for several heartbeats as he considered the options. Sakura had been easy to get along with in his classes, but that was hardly the same thing as sharing dinner. He sighed. “So, how does this work? Do we both agree to come to the event, and then you’ll let us know? Am I supposed to ask her?”

Ino moved forward, half pushing the brunette away from the computer. Leaning down, she tapped a series of commands into the keyboard as she answered. “We send out matches, and each person confirms whether or not they’re planning to attend. Most people make a good night out of it, even if they aren’t happy with their partner.”

The challenge in Ino’s words made Kakashi chuckle; she’d given him an easy out without meaning to. He started to say that he wouldn’t be attending, thank you very much, when a sound from the computer stopped him. Ino flashed a smile at Kakashi. “Sakura-chan has already confirmed that she’ll be there, by the way. We’re just awaiting your confirmation to send out the final details to each of you.”

Something heavy dropped in Kakashi’s stomach, leaving a sick feeling in the back of his throat. It would have been easy to refuse the event had Sakura done the same. But, she hadn’t. The idea of turning her down now seemed cruel. Sakura accepted, even knowing their age difference and past. She’d always been logical, so she must have realized they could have a friendly dinner and nothing more.

“Fine,” Kakashi agreed with a sigh. “We don’t have to fall into the romance trap just because it’s Valentine’s Day. We can eat dinner together, then go our separate ways.”

“Spoken like a true romantic,” Ino mocked, rolling her eyes again. “Unless you’ve spoken to your match, you might not want to treat it so lightly. You might think it’s a friendly dinner, but what if she thinks it’s something more?”

Ino laughed, a deep, rich sound that seemed to fill the office with that. “Good luck with that.”

“It’ll be fine,” Kakashi answered, shoving the paper with Sakura’s name back into his bag. “Nothing to worry about.”

Ino’s amusement followed him from the office.

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Staring at the clock on the wall, Kakashi sighed. He needed to finish getting ready so he could make it to the restaurant on time, but he was debating whether or not he could pretend to be afflicted by a sudden illness to get out of the whole arrangement. It wasn’t that dinner out didn’t sound good, even with company fourteen years his junior, because it did. But, Kakashi was already tired of everything that had to do with Valentine’s Day.

The university had been a buzz of stupid, sappy shows of affection for the majority of the day. Pink, white, and red dominated every surface in a shower of roses, teddy bears, candy, and balloons. Kakashi had forcibly removed one young man from his second lecture for trying to record some kind of confession challenge on his phone. Half of the other students had been documenting it as well, and the poor girl who was the object of the poorly thought out display of affection looked embarrassed enough to faint.

Kakashi’s remaining classes hadn’t gone any better. By the time he’d wrapped up his fifth and final one for the day, he wanted nothing more than a stiff drink and a good book. But, he’d signed up for and promised to attend this twice damned event. Kakashi didn’t want to stand Sakura up just because he didn’t want to go. Dinner would last maybe an hour or a little bit more, then he could come home and stop worrying about it.

Instead of getting dressed, Kakashi poured himself a half measure of the whiskey that he wanted. It would settle his nerves and make the night less awkward, hopefully. As he was savoring the smoky burn in his throat, Kakashi’s phone pinged. Frowning, he picked it up from the bed where he’d thrown it before his shower. A text message from Tenzo flashed on the screen. You need to leave in five minutes if you’re going to be on time.

Huffing out a breath, Kakashi threw the annoying device back onto the bed and finished his drink. By the time he carried the glass to the kitchen and rinsed it in the sink, he’d heard the message notification three more times. Kakashi closed his eyes and physically forced himself not to pour a second drink before moving back to the bedroom.

Have you decided what you’re going to wear?

Did you remember to get flowers?

Have you left yet?

Stop ignoring me!

The fourth text scrolled across the screen, interrupting Kakashi’s ability to read the others. He swiped it away in a fit of annoyance. Tenzo needed a life that revolved around something besides watching Kakash’s every move. Besides, this wasn’t even a real date; Kakashi didn’t need a wingman or a babysitter. Even if it was, Kakashi knew how to get ready for a date without Tenzo’s help. He was older and more experienced, after all.

Tossing his towel into the bathroom hamper, Kakashi returned to the closet in his bedroom. He’d been considering what he wanted to wear to the dinner since confirming that he would go. The normal dress pants and button up shirt felt a touch too casual for something like this considering the tickets had been fairly expensive. But, he assumed that most people weren’t going to be wearing tuxedos either.

Kakashi settled on a middle ground and selected a white tailored suit with black shirt and tie that he’d purchased years ago. He’d bought it before the conference where he’d been a guest speaker on the influences of Edo period literature because he wanted to make a good impression. In hindsight, hardly anyone cared about the subject and fewer still cared what he looked like. Except for the woman who had propositioned him later that evening, of course.

Chuckling at the memory, Kakashi pulled the suit from the back of his closet. It would be good enough for a fake date with his former student, he supposed.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel

Warning:None

Word Count: 1,513

Summary: On their way back from a werewolf hunt, Sam and Dean discover something curious in the woods and suddenly find themselves burdened with a different kind of responsibility.

A/N: So that poll I did forever ago? This is the series that won out, and I’m finally getting around to posting the darn thing.

Story

Tired and battered, Sam and Dean Winchester trudge through the early morning woods with half-empty pistols tucked in their belts. Moments ago, they freed the world of another werewolf, and fortunately they aren’t too much worse for wear. A few bruises mar the surface of their skin, and scratches adorn both their faces, but all in all, it was a job well done.

         They don’t speak as they head back to the Impala, too worn and tired of noise to want to converse. A constant sweeping of the eyes scans the surrounding woods for potential danger, though there probably is none. There was only one werewolf, but a good hunter knows they can never be too careful. No sign of any other life is seen for a good long while, any wildlife having been scared away by the monster that roamed up until a few minutes ago, but as they near the car, Dean picks up on something fifty feet to his right.

         “Hey, Sam.” He gestures to the object. “See that?”

         “Yeah. It looks like a blanket. Probably belonged to one of the victims.”

         “Maybe, but there’s something weird about it. My hunting senses are telling me to go check it out.” Dean takes one last glance around before walking over to the blanket tucked into the roots of a tree. Kneeling, he reaches a hand out to unfold it, and his heart skips a beat when he finds a tiny sleeping child inside it. “What the hell?”

         Sam catches up and looks over his brother’s shoulder. “What is it?”

         “A baby.”

         “Is it … is it alive?”

         Dean watches the infant for a moment, relieved to see the rise and fall of its tiny chest. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s alive. What the hell is a baby doing out in the middle of the woods?”

         Sam shrugs. “Bait?”

         “For what?”

         “Don’t know. Maybe someone else was trying to lure out that werewolf?”

         “Who the hell uses a baby to lure a monster?”

         “Not everyone has the same semblance of sanity we do.”

         “I don’t think this is bait. Look at this blanket.” Dean rubs the white fabric between his fingers. “This is silk or some crap. I don’t know any hunters who have the means to wrap a baby in something this fancy.”

         “So, you think it’s abandoned?”

         Dean sighs. “I hate to say it, but yeah, I think somebody abandoned this baby.”

         “What now? What are we supposed to do about it?”

         “Find the parents, Sam. If that doesn’t work out, we contact the police and let them handle it.” Carefully, Dean picks up the baby and stands.

         Still scanning the woods, Sam follows behind his brother as he heads for the car, searching for any sign of another human being. No one makes themselves known, and the brothers drive away with a baby in tow.

*    *   *    *    *

         “Well, it’s a girl.” Speaking over a loud squalling, Dean finishes diapering the baby and quickly wraps her in her silk blanket.

         Sam glances up from his computer. “Congratulations.”

         Scooping her up, Dean nestles the baby in the crook of his arm and starts to fuss over her. She continues to squirm and cry, still protesting her recent exposure to the obviously dissatisfactory air of the motel room.

         “Oh hush, you,” Dean admonishes gently. “We can’t have you waking the neighbors, alright? I get the feeling they aren’t fond of mornings or children.”

         With a bit more shushing and a few pats on the back, the baby girl quiets her wailing, opting to stare up at the filthy human being holding her and telling her to be quiet.

         “There we go.” Dean rewards her with a smile. “Who’s a good girl?”

         She makes a huffing noise with her nose, effectively eliciting a laugh from Dean.

         “Don’t go getting attached over there. She’s got parents someplace.”

         “Probably. Any sign of them?”

         Sam shakes his head. “Nothing yet. No missing person reports, no kidnappings, nothing. Other than that werewolf, this town is pretty uneventful.”

         Unhappy with the shift in Dean’s attention, the infant gives a small yell to get it back. It works.

         “What was that for?” Dean asks her. “Jealous, much?”

         The only response he gets is a stare and yawn, and moments later the infant dozes off in his arms. He cuddles her closer, instinctively wanting to protect her as she sleeps. A small, selfish part of him hopes they won’t find her next of kin. Maybe then he could convince Sam that keeping her wouldn’t be so bad. Perhaps it would give them both a reason to wean themselves off of hunting for good. He’s become inexplicably attached to the tiny thing in the hour or two he’s had her, and he doesn’t want to put her down, much less give her up.

         “Have you fed her yet?” Sam speaks up again.

         “She hasn’t asked. I’ll work on it when she gets fussy. In the meantime, what’s the plan?”

         “If we can’t find her parents, we hand her over to the police. In a couple of hours, we can call around town and see if we don’t get any leads.”

         “You won’t.” Castiel’s low voice interrupts the conversation.

         “You could bother to call ahead once in a while, you know. What do you mean we won’t?”

         “You won’t find her parents”—the angel shifts his eyes to the baby—“because she’s a fledgling.”

         “A what?” Dean raises an eyebrow questioningly.

         “A fledgling.”

         “So … not human?”

         “Angel,” Sam interrupts. “A fledgling is a baby angel, am I right?”

         Cass nods. “Yes. She’s a baby angel.”

         “We found her in the woods, Cass. What the hell was a baby angel doing in the woods alone? Shouldn’t she be in some heavenly nursery?” Suddenly a bit more conscious of what he’s holding, Dean begins to rock subtly and pat the newborn on the back.

         “I … I don’t know why she was in the woods. I don’t know why she isn’t in Heaven.” Castiel turns away and moves to inspect a cheap knockoff painting on the wall. “She may have been abandoned intentionally.”

         “So take her back. Zap her up to Heaven and put her up for adoption.”

         “I can’t … I don’t want to.”

         “Why the hell not?”

         Castiel flicks his eyes over to Dean briefly and then looks off into space.

         “Cass, why won’t you take her back?”

         “Dean, if she was abandoned, she isn’t supposed to exist. She’s taboo.”

         “What, like an out-of-wedlock baby?”

         “More like without permission.” Cass’ voice becomes stern and deadly serious. “Angels are not permitted to copulate, much less produce offspring. That baby is proof that someone broke that rule.”

         “What would happen to her?”

         “She’d be killed.”

        And abruptly the whole room is silent. Sam soberly closes his laptop, and Dean holds Castiel’s gaze while clutching the baby closer to himself. If he felt compelled to protect her before, the feeling has increased tenfold in the past five seconds, and repressed paternal instincts break free of their own accord.

        “Angels are dicks,” he mutters. “No offense, Cass.”

        “None taken.”

        “What are we supposed to do with her?” Sam asks. “Is there some sort of hideout, a couple of rebel angels who could take her in?”

        “Actually …” Cass lets out a breath. “I was hoping you might care for her.”

        “Us?” Dean’s eyes go wide. “You want us to raise an angel?”

        “That would be ideal.”

        “No, Cass, it wouldn’t be ideal. Sam and I aren’t qualified to take care of a human baby. What makes you think we know anything about raising an entirely different species? You have to find somebody else …” Voice trailing off, Dean looks down at the sleeping baby, fighting back the desire to kiss her forehead.

        “Dean, there is no one else. I don’t trust anyone else, not with this. If I take her to Heaven, she dies. If I place her in a human orphanage, she’ll be locked away as a specimen.”

        “And if you leave her with us, we’ll probably start the umpteenth apocalypse.”

        Castiel gives Dean a pleading gaze, and that same gaze is cast on Sam when he turns to face the younger Winchester. Sam studies the angel, reads the hope that can’t be expressed through words alone, and finds fear there as well.

        “What if it was temporary?” Sam suggests. “What if we keep her just until we find someone better equipped to take care of a fledgling?”

        “That could take months, Sam. Do you really want to be responsible for a fledgling for months?”

        “Cass will be around, and he can teach us how to take care of her. We could handle a month or two, hide her until she can go someplace safer.”

        Dean purses his lips, eyes flicking between his brother and his best friend, one optimistic, the other fearfully desperate.

        “Dean, please,” Cass implores.

        After a pause, Dean gives in. “Alright,” he says. “She can stay. Temporarily.”

PART TWO

@pureawesomeness001 @27bmm @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @super-not-naturall@gabriel-themightysugaraddict@mogaruke@mrswhozeewhatsis@hexparker@kdfrqqg@little-castiel13@18crazybutcutealsopsycho@olympianbeagles

McShep - Run Baby Run  by  Randommind time

McShep - Can’t Pretend  by  Randommind time

John and Rodney || “I’m not going anywhere"  by  ☼Siampie1990☼

Sass Masters - Rodney & John - Humor by  Randommind time

SGA: McShep I’d Always come for You  by quantum861

Part One

Part Two

Anthology 2, “Red Virgin” (p1)

Here ya go, @delicate-transformation

This mangakka’s style looks similar to Yana-san’s, to me.

Anthology 2, Vincent’s physical comedy (p1)

Yana-san didn’t write this, but in “With Father”, she has Vincent suggest it’s canon.

Anyone willing to translate this can give it a shot.

I’ll post part two in a moment.

Human Touch Part One

a nathan bateman x f!reader fic~

• word count:3.3k
• rating: T - nudity (non sexual), mentions of masturbation
• summary: After a wrong turn on a hike, you find yourself on Nathan’s property and joining him for dinner. 

a/n: ahhh this is part 1 of 10 of this series! i cannot wait to share it all with you!! remember these will be posted at 9 CST. check here for the schedule so you won’t miss one!! thank you to @punkpascal for encouraging this and listening to me yell nonstop! and thank you to @sergeantkane for your support and for making the moodboards for this series!! 

You only agree to this because of the view. Not for any other reasons. No. No. Certainly not.

Your cousin owns a timeshare in Norway for her work. And she invites you to come up for a few weeks. You’re in desperate need to get out. She won’t even be there half the time, which is even better. You love your cousin but you’re ready for some quiet. Some space. The fresh air. And you’ve seen photographs, the mountains outside her door look beautiful.

Those are enough reasons for anyone to go.

But it’s when you find out who her ‘neighbor’ is that has you chomping at the bit to go.

The term neighbor is a loose term, the neighbor in question lives two hours in a different direction. It’s a secluded private area. But it still gives you some strange hope you might see him.

“I’ve only seen him once,” you remember your cousin telling you. She wasn’t that impressed, but you – you’re dying to see him.

Nathan Bateman, the multi-billionaire CEO, and creator of Bluebook. He’s a celebrity crush of yours. Half the reason you have a Bluebook phone in your pocket is because of him.

There’s something about him. You’ve followed his career quietly, but more than anything you think he’s handsome. Gorgeous even.

He’s a hot topic for gossip since he remains in seclusion, working on his mysterious projects. To be that close to him sends a thrill down your spine. And he’s all you can think about on the plane ride over.

Your cousin picks you up at the airport and you spend the next few days hanging out with her and relaxing. She leaves on the third day and you spend most of it reading that book you’ve been meaning to finish.

As you sit near the window, you can’t help but admire the mountains. The lush greens of the field at the foot of it, the rich white snow. The crisp air feels good to you, even if it gives you chills.

You decide that you want to go hiking. Your cousin mentioned there are several easy trails and you think you can figure them out.

You get to packing that night. You shove your backpack with things you think you’ll need. You don’t plan on being gone long, so just some essentials for the hike.

The next morning is a lovely one, that mountain air is crisp, and it fills your lungs. You feel rejuvenated. The trails are easy to follow and you walk for hours. You stop to rest every so often and keep hydrated and eat.

You have every intention of turning back when it begins to rain. Hard. Within minutes you’re soaked to the bone. It’s freezing and if you don’t get warm you worry you’ll get sick. You try not to panic, but the rain is coming down so hard you can’t see the trail.

Somehow you take a turn and find yourself going down a decline. Maybe you’re near the trails edge.

The rain continues to pour, but through it you see lights of what looks like a house. Shivering, you make the long walk to this place. It’s your port in the storm.

It’s not your cousin’s house, and you don’t remember seeing this one on the way in. You bang loudly on the front door, hoping someone will hear you over the rain. The house looks huge.

“Hello?” you bang on the door; you feel tears welling up in your eyes. You’re so cold. “Is anyone home?”

After a few moments, the door is opened. And you’re not sure who is more surprised. You or the one and only Nathan Bateman standing across from you.

“It’s you,” you gasp, shivering violently from the cold. “Nathan!”

He blinks, his eyebrow ticks up in bewilderment.

“How the hell did you even get out here? Are you okay? Yeah, come in. Shit, you’re freezing. Umm… yeah. That’s me.”

He opens the door wider so you can come inside. The warmth hits you like a wave, and it almost hurts. You haven’t stopped shaking. And now you’re trembling for any entirely different reason.

“I was hiking, and it started raining and I got lost and…” your teeth are chattering. And Nathan looks confused but concerned.

“This is a hell of a way to get introduced, but-“ he pauses for a beat. “We need to get you out of those clothes. You’re gonna get sick.”

You follow him in this maze of a house, and he takes you to a large open bathroom. He turns on the shower and you take a step towards it, but he stops you.

“This is for the steam, you need to get warm slower, you’ll go into shock.”

You’ve heard about this, and you know he’s right. One of the best ways to prevent hypothermia is warming the body through skin to skin contact and body heat.

“Look, shit, I know this isn’t ideal,” he snorts, “but you need to get naked. I won’t look.” He smiles softly and you feel sick. Maybe it’s the hypothermia.

You turn your back to him and begin to awkwardly peel off your clothes. You’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life. He’s turned the opposite direction and isn’t saying anything. You almost wish he would.

“Ok,” you tell him. You’ve turned back around with your arms covering your chest. He’s taken off his shirt, and he’s quick to wrap you up tight in his arms before you can think too much.

His bare chest is warm. His arms squeeze you tight and he rubs your back. His beard tickles your ear, and you feel all of him all at once. It’s making your head spin. Is this? Is this how you’re meeting him?

“I’m Nathan,” he chuckles softly, “but it seems you already knew that.”

You tell him your name, and he chuckles again. “Interesting meeting huh? Story to tell the grandkids.”

That gets a soft laugh from you, and you can feel him physically relax. The awkward tension has been cut.

“You’re feeling warmer now, less shivering.” He states this as if you don’t know, but it’s impossible not to shudder while naked in his arms. He seems to pick up on this, because of the look he gives you when your bodies pull apart. “You okay?” he looks at you, his eyebrow up again.

Tears well up in your eyes and you can see a look of slight panic cross his face.

“No,” he whispers, “No, hey sweetheart, it’s ok. No need to be embarrassed ok? Do you need me to call someone for you?”

“There’s no one to call,” you sniffle out. “I’m staying with my cousin at her place, but she’s out of town.”

“Do you- you wanna stay here tonight? Get warm? We can figure out shit tomorrow.”

“I’m not an inconvenience, am I?”

“Not even a little. You’re the first person I’ve seen in… months. And… it’s way too cold out there. You’re safer here. Just as long as you’re not a serial killer or somethin’… you can stay.” He gives you a little smile, and hands you a towel to wrap yourself in.

”Definitely not a serial killer. I killed a spider last week and I screamed.”

He chuckles while he dries off his chest and pulls his Henley back on.

“Is it just you in this house?” you ask trying to keep the subject off your nudity.

“Yeah, just me. It’s… yeah, it’s a little lonely. But it’s the ideal working environment. No distractions. No noise. But sometimes, it’s too quiet. Listen, hey we can talk later. You should get in the shower, get warmed up ok? Don’t turn the water up too hot alright? I’ll have my housekeeper set aside some dry clothes for you.”

He exits quietly closing the door behind you with a soft click. Once he’s gone, you drop the towel and step into the warm spray of the nicest shower you’ve ever seen.

You try to process what just happened, and you decide this must be a sign or a dream.

At one point there’s a soft knock on the door and you briefly see a woman set a stack of clothes on the counter. She exits as quickly as she arrived.

You wonder why he’d said he’d not seen another person in months when there she was.

After you dry off, you reach for the stack of dry clothes which you assume are his. There’s a soft pair of sweatpants and a warm Henley that looks like the one he was wearing. They smell fresh and clean, and you pull them on eager to not be naked in this house anymore.

You step out of the bathroom and no sooner do you step foot into the hall do you see his face.

“You don’t have any kind of electronic device on you, do you? Like your phone? Just until you leave, for security purposes. It’s just a precaution.”

“You scared me!” you laugh and touch your chest. “And I do, in my backpack. Which I don’t remember where-“

“It’s in the dining room, I’ll show you.”

Once again you follow Nathan through this maze. Your backpack is sitting on the table just as he said. The fabric is soaked, and you have little hope anything is dry on the inside. There’s a neatly folded towel next to the backpack and you spread it out to take out the contents of said pack.

Your phone is in there, and it looks dead. Soaked from the water.

“I can fix that,” he tells you and extends his hand for the phone. You hand it to him, and he pockets it.

After your phone is out, you dump the backpack onto the towel and all your stuff spills out. A clean shirt, a small first aid kit, a phone charger (just in case), and to your horror – a forgotten vibrator that had been stuffed in the bottom of your pack.

You look up at him with fear in your eyes, but he’s got that eyebrow up again.

“Carrying the essentials huh?”

“I-“

“I have so many questions about why you’re hiking with a vibrator, but you look way too embarrassed to answer them honestly. You can keep that for yourself.”

You quickly shove it and the rest of your things back into your soaked backpack.

“So, you’re just… in the middle of the wilderness, alone, with a phone and a vibrator. And no one to call. And you’re sure you’re not a serial killer?” he winks playfully.

“I swear I forgot that was in there!”

“Hey, sorry. I am the last person who’s gonna judge you for somethin’ like that. And you’re not the only person here with a vibrator,” he winks again.

“You sure you’re not a serial killer?” you flush.

“Would it make a difference if I said no?” he can’t help the grin on his face. “Kyoko, my housekeeper, is done with dinner. Would you like to eat with me?” He picks up the damp towel from the table.

“That would be nice, thank you. You’re a good host.”

“I’ll admit, I don’t get a lot of visitors. Or… any visitors, really. But against my better judgement, I’m not gonna let you freeze to death outside. And you seem… relatively harmless,” he smiles again fiddling with the towel in his hands.

The woman you saw earlier sets plates of food down on the table, and Nathan hands her the towel.

“This looks amazing, I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. You kinda looked like a wet cat when you got here. No offense,” he bites his lip and glances over at you.

“None taken,” you laugh.

“Do you drink?” he glances at you when he sees you reach for an empty glass.

“I’m not much of a drinker, but I like the occasional wine!”

He chuckles fondly, “We can definitely do wine. I have a Chateau Lafite 1787 and a Cheval Blanc 1947 that are begging to be opened. And… from the look on your face, you have no clue what that means. Kyoko, grab the Cheval.”

“I admit I don’t know! But I can tell you do. You seem to know a lot about a lot of things. Including saving someone from hypothermia,” you almost grimace at the memory.

”That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” he chuckles taking a generous sip of his freshly poured wine. “Damn… this is the good shit.”

You watch him drink and it’s beginning to hit you. This is really him; this is the Nathan that you have his social media accounts on notifications. This is the Nathan that you’ve watched random tech videos you have no interest in but wanted to hear his voice. And now you’re sitting across from him, at his table, watching him drink wine.

“You definitely seem to enjoy the finer things in life, don’t you? And yes, this is good, especially with the meal. I’m not used to this much luxury. I feel like I don’t belong here,” you bite your lip. He’s a genius. Famous and sexy as hell and you’re just-

“Well, you get used to a certain way of living when you’re… me,” he chuckles.

“This wine probably costs more than I make in a month,” you laugh taking another sip. “I don’t know what I’d do if I even had a million dollars.”

“Done.”

“Pardon?”

“I can wire your bank tomorrow.”

“Wait, you can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack,” he shrugs. “Pocket change. Consider it a get well soon present. So, what’s home like for you?” He changes the subject so abruptly, but you go along with it, but it’s hard to keep up.

Suddenly you feel like spilling your whole life out to this man. That you’re stuck. You live at home because you can’t make ends meet and nothing seems to stick. You’re looking for something, but you don’t know what it is.

“I live in a small town. It’s cozy. Simple. But sometimes it feels too small. That’s why I wanted to get away. See something new. I realize how I’ve not experienced much in my life. I want excitement. I want- well I want to move away. That’s what I want.”

He takes another sip of his wine and you can’t help but stare at his delicious beard.

“I specialize in exciting, honey. You stumbled into the right place,” he grins, another soft chuckle escapes his lips.

“I think I did, though it sounds like you know something I don’t know.”

His brow raises as he smirks devilishly, “there’s a lot you don’t know, kitten. There’s a lot I can show you. I didn’t come out here just to be alone.”

Your stomach drops and you feel your face heat. He’s called you two pet names back-to-back. His eyes are fixed on you, watching every move on your face. He’s calculating, tucking everything away into his memory.

“K-kitten?” you find your words, but you sputter on your wine. “Did you just call me kitten?”

His smirk only seems to grow. The confidence is oozing out of him and it’s thick in the air.

“You liked that, didn’t you? Your pupils are dilated.” He causally sips his wine as if he didn’t just ruin your whole life with a short sentence.

He’s rendered you speechless, the very air in your lungs is gone. And there’s a feeling low in your belly. A pang of arousal and need and thrill hits you all at once.

“I-“ your words are lost again, but he speaks up for you.

“Look, kitten,” he punctuates the word, he’s teasing you now. “You obviously did. Can we just skip to the part where we have the conversation?”

“The conversation?”

“Y’know. The one where I tell you I’m not just interested in you because you’re the first person that’s come around here, like… ever, but because you’re beautiful and interesting and genuinely fun to be around. And that you need to make the first move if you want this as much as I do because I’m not some rich asshole who’s trying to take advantage of the fact that you’re completely vulnerable right now. That conversation.” He sips his wine again, and you feel like you might pass out or jump across the table into his lap. You’re too frozen to do either.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Honey,” he sighs setting down his wine glass and folding his hands together resting his elbows on the table. “I don’t mince words. And let me put it to you clearly. You’re exactly my fuckin’ type.”

“Is this really happening?”

“Only if you want it to baby. But I’m as real as it gets. And I couldn’t have made a more perfect woman if I tried, and I have.” He mumbles the last part into his wine glass, it’s so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

“Look Nathan, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m in love with you.”

Both his eyebrows raise in question and a smile grin spreads across his face.

“No, I mean,” you bury your face in your hands, “I mean I have a crush on you, you’re kind of… my celebrity crush,” you wince a little and peek out from behind your hands. “My cousin really does own a timeshare and I really did want to get away, but I came because I thought you would be nearby. I didn’t actually think I’d be having dinner with you after you saw me naked.”

“So, that explains the vibrator then,” he scratches his chin, pretending he’s lost in thought. He’s messing with you but when he sees your obvious distress he leans back in his chair. You think he’s about to apologize when you get up and walk down the hall and pick a random room that’s open.

You sit down on a couch and look up to see a Jackson Pollack painting on the wall. Lights are angled at it, it’s the focal point of the room.

A few moments later you hear a soft knock on the doorframe.

Nathan walks in and leans against the desk under the painting, he’s facing you. His arms are crossed, but he doesn’t look angry.

“Look, I wanna talk to you about earlier. I know I come on….strong. And it’s a shitty excuse but you’re the first real woman I’ve seen in months that isn’t my housekeeper and what I said before about you being my type? Shit. I scared you, didn’t I?”

“It’s just overwhelming,” you flush. “My celeb crush saw me naked today and wants to have sex with me. Not to mention you offered me a MILLION dollars without batting an eye!”

“Okay, okay. How can I put you at ease about this? We obviously have a connection. And you might as well stay until I can fix your phone.”

“What about the money?”

“I could put you to work. I’m writing a thesis. And I need to make sure it’s readable to someone who may not understand all this,” he moves his hands around in the air.

“Is that worth a million dollars?”

“It would be to me; I need help on this.”

“Okay,” you nod. “I’ll do it.”

“Really?” he smiles, he seems so excited. “Great. I’ll take you to a room you can stay in. Let me give you a tour of the place.”

Your tour ends with the bedroom. He tells you goodnight and disappears down the hall. You shimmy out of the sweatpants but leave on the Henley and slide into the bed. The sheets are soft, silky. There’s a thick warm blanket on top and you snuggle deep under the covers.

You’re thinking about your day, what a crazy day it’s been. You try not to linger on the naked part, but you think more about his skin. The warmth. The touch of his beard. His obvious desire for you at dinner. You wonder what he’s doing right now. You wonder if he’s thinking about you as much as you are thinking about him. Maybe you have some charge left in the vibrator….

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if this looks familiar….it’s because w/ permission from @sergeantkane, i wrote a fic based on my thread w/ her on @thatortheschlong!! 

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next part will come on thursday feb 18th!

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