Shit my boyfriend said while I was making him watch Hannibal with me.
(note: we started watching in the middle of second season, specifically the last five minutes of Su-zakana, starting properly on Shiizakana. My boyfriend has seen the first episode, bits and pieces of the first season, and I briefly filled him in on the rest of what was happening, so his knowledge of the show up to this point is a bit spotty.)
Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.
Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex
Word Count: 2650ish
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO
Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.
And then you wake up.
For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.
STORY TIME (this doesn’t answer the anon at all but have a story instead)
not sexual but i was was having this fucking intense grinding session (i dont know how else to describe it lmao it wasn’t anything more than that i think) with this guy who i didn’t know at a party and i was a bit pissed. he was sober. thankfully nothing happened. anyway he told me something like he’d “never had a girl bounce on his dick so hard” (romantic 16 yr old banter?) and i don’t even think thats a proper compliment but oh well i thought it was funny. and then he got like really angry with me when i said i had to go home? so he locked us both in the bathroom together and i was so scared oml like it understandably triggered my anxiety so i started panicking in front of him (okay kind of pathetic but he seemed capable of doing anything and also he was like physically threatening in size as well) we were only in there for 5 minutes tho and i cant even remember what he said while we were in there he probably got bored or something. he didn’t do anything to me. he just stood by the door. it was just very very strange. oh and what i do remember is him telling me i would be worth going to prison for. yeah i legged it home after that.
Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.
A/N: Okay so a lot of people were asking for a part 2 of this and i know i took really long with this. i apologise, it’s just that senior year is kicking my ass more than i thought. I promise to get all my other requests out, i just ask that you be patient with me please
What does Sheri have to do with y/n dying that night? What the hell did Hannah say? I know what happened that night, I’m the reason she died.
“Sheri, hey wait up”
“You have to tell Jeff”
“What! no i can’t, I’m not ready”
“Sheri he lost it out there on the field and you’re here thinking about yourself’
“Justin this is the worst thing i have ever done in my life”
“He needs closure, he still blames himself for that night, he still thinks he killed the love of his life”
“Okay, I-I’ll give it to him tomorrow”
I messed up at the game on Friday, I thought I was doing okay, I thought things were getting better. I feel like I can’t even talk to Clay after what just happened with Hannah. I knew he loved her and now he also lost the love of his life. Justin asked me to sit with them in the cafeteria, he was probably just feeling sympathetic after i froze out on the field during the game. I still couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to me about talking to Sheri because apparently something happened between her and Hannah but i don’t understand what i have to do with it.
“Hi Sheri, how are you?”
“Good as can be expected, uh-do you have a second to talk?”
I couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on me and i stood correct when i turned back to the table and Justin, Marcus, Alex, Zach and Jessica were looking at me but averted their gaze when i caught them staring.
“Yeah, this won’t take long though right? because i have a history quiz next period”
“No, I just need to give you something”, She said nervously as she handed me a USB.
“Yeah you won’t understand right now but after you listen to it you will. I just ask that after you listen to it please don’t look at me differently because i would do anything to take it back. You need to know that this is the worst I’ve ever done in my entire life.”
She looked like she was about to cry and i didn’t really know what to do so i just placed my hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner, “hey listen, it’s okay”
“Jeff just please listen to it when you get home”
“I will, i promise. Are you gonna be okay?” i asked concerned. She just ran off without answering me, i don’t think I’ve ever seen her that way.
“Everything good with Sheri?”, Zach asked.
“uh-yeah i think so. She just gave me something and said that i need to listen to it.” Zach’s whole body language changed and i felt like he knew something I didn’t but then again maybe i was just overthinking everything.
The first thing i did when i got home was go up to my room and listen to whatever was on this USB. It has been consuming my mind the whole day. Was I ready for whatever was on here? No. But i have to know what’s so bad that Sheri was on the verge of tears. And play…
“Hey it’s Hannah-” holy shit, is this some kind of sick joke?
“-Sheri if you’re listening to this then it means you’ve already heard your tape-” Tape? what tape?
“It also means that others know what you did that night. You’re probably wondering why you received this right? Well this is for you to hold onto until you’re ready. And no, this isn’t something that has been passed on, neither will it be passed on to anyone after this. There is only one person in particular that you will give this to when you’re ready or when you know that person will need to hear the truth. And you know who that person is….. Jeff.”
“So Jeff this part is for you, if you’re listening to this. Hi! You have to understand that what I’m about to tell you could change everything, it may change the way you look at Sheri or even myself. I don’t really know where to start with this. I guess i want to firstly thank you for always making Clay go to any social event because if it wasn’t for you, Clay and i wouldn’t have had the moments we had. But this isn’t about Clay and I, it’s about the night of Jessica’s party, the night y/n died in the accident. I was pretty drunk that night and my phone was dead and Sheri was leaving so she offered to take me home. As she drove I told her that I was really drunk and that my parents would be really angry if i got home in the state i was in. So she suggested i call home and tell my parents that i was staying over at her house. And as i mentioned before, my phone was dead so as she was driving, Sheri was looking for her phone and we both had our eyes off the road and then we knocked something. We both got out of the car and saw that it was a stop sign. I tried telling her to call the police but she refused because she didn’t want her dad to know so she drove off leaving me alone with a knocked down stop sign and a dead phone. So I ran to Blue Spot Liquor to call the police and when they said that someone had already reported it, i thought it was Sheri. That was until that morning when i heard what happened and i tried talking to Sheri to say something and i even called y/n’s home and when it went to voicemail I didn’t know what to say so i ended the call and i walked pass her house so many times but i couldn’t bring myself to knock on their door and say something. Then when i tried telling Clay he just blocked me out. Jeff I’m so sorry about what happened, if i had maybe just stood there until somebody drove by I could’ve called the police and y/n would still be alive. I’m sorry I left you to blame yourself for what happened to y/n. I hope this brought you some closure.”
*the next day*
“Sheri! can we talk?”
“uh-Jeff hi! yeah sure”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Jeff you have to understand-”
“No, there’s nothing more to understand, Hannah was pretty clear on what happened that night”
“I’m not done, you didn’t do anything Sheri, you just continued with your life and watched as my life fell apart without y/n. You did nothing as i blamed myself for losing the best thing that ever happened to me.” By now I was crying and I couldn’t care less what everyone thought.
“Jeff this was the worst thing I have ever done, if I knew the consequences of what i did that night, I would have done everything differently.” She was crying now.
“That’s just the thing Sheri, you don’t see this kind of stuff coming, That’s why it’s unforeseen. You couldn’t have possibly known that you were going to be the reason y/n died. But you could have done something that night. You could have just called the police and told them what you did and she would still be here every morning waiting for me at my locker and flashing me that innocent smile of hers and going on about another crazy dream that she had.”
“Jeff I’ll do anything. What can i do to make you forgive me even a little bit?”
“They deserve the truth, y/n’s parents deserve to know what happened that night.”
“Jeff her parents will never look at me the same again.”
“They need just as much closure as i did, you need to explain why you did what you did and you know it’s the right thing to do.”
Ah Florida: I’ve got a twenty attachment Swiss Army knife and a lighter in my purse, kata sticks in my bed frame for easy reach in case of a break in, and I’ve known where my grandma keeps her smith and Wesson since I was seven (looking back, I’m pretty sure she was drunk when she showed me).
Also, gators. They’ve eaten some neighbourhood dogs, so I like to take my bow and arrow and check the traps (unfortunately, they haven’t yet been there to blow off steam by sticking full of arrows when I’ve been home). One time my neighbours/ close family friends went gator hunting and my sis and their daughter were using one of the corpses as a seat and it wasn’t quite as dead as we thought (like some near death or slightly post death nervous system convulsions) so scary as fuck lol.
I was babysitting my little brother when a snake fell down our chimney and I had to catch it in a Tupperware container.
Was visiting the ocean once when we had to hold the dog almost constrictingly tight while boating to keep her from falling off and being eaten by wild dolphins that were right under our boat.
It is totally valid to still have outside physical education classes at nearly 40 degrees Celsius and 70 percent humidity.
Bringing your bikes into the dorm room at the university so they won’t rust in the oncoming hurricane. Otherwise completely ignoring that hurricane while playing cards against humanity with your roommates.
So yes, Florida stereotypes are not exaggerated. We are the Australia of America (although not nearly as bad; your chance of death from wild animals is rather lower here).
“Yeah well just text me when you want us to come over?” I said as I pulled out my notebook.
We were sitting in the second row out of my choosing and because I had shown up early to get a good seat. I liked the third row because you were close enough for the prof to know your face but not too close for him to ask you questions.
“Excuse me?” I heard a voice coming from next to Shawn. I glanced over and saw the girl in the row up from us leaning over the seats, her long hair falling near Shawn and she pushed it back behind one ear. “I wasn’t here last class, do you think I could get a picture of your notes?”
My eyes narrowed automatically. First, most of the power points were online, you could sufficiently catch up by just reading them alone and supplementing with the textbook, second why didn’t she ask the people next to her and third, why was her smile so fucking big?
“Oh yeah for sure, but my writing is terrible? Maybe you might want to ask someone else?” Shawn answered