lol remember when i started this in july and am just now posting it? also remember when i said that i would post it yesterday ha ha ha lol anyway it’s too long for one post so imma break this shit down into PARTS!!!
this is the final companion piece to hypotheticals and empiricals, and honestly if you haven’t read those then u probably should because this one has a lot of plot throwback and also tbh its like very divergent from the main storyline seeing as i started writing it in JULY
summary: the coronation is actually happening feat. private planes, maxwell as a baby????? an unfortunate run in with some potpourri, dancing, drake, and an uber driver
Riley paces across her room yet again, halfheartedly feigning an attempt to pack for the upcoming trip to the palace. Her suitcase, empty but for a single black camisole and jeans, is splayed out across her bed next to Maxwell, who is also splayed out across her bed.
“Do you think I should bring my boots?” She asks. “My other shoes have like, no tread, and all of the roads by the palace are old-ass rocks so tread is probably important. And what if it rains?”
“I don’t think it’s supposed to rain,” Maxwell replies, but she’s already tossed the boots in his direction.
“Okay, so if I bring the boots, I need boot socks,” Riley tugs open a dresser drawer, rifling through it. “Except I’m pretty sure I only have red boot socks, and that’s going to clash with all my outfits, so maybe I should just stick with a bootie? Except then the tread is an issue again.”
He was always the creepy uncle. The one everyone just pretended to not notice when his eyes would linger too long on the bottoms of the his nieces. The one whose hugs were a bit too long, and whose hands touched you as if he owned you. The one who made inappropriate jokes , and always made jokes about sitting on his lap at Christmas time, calling himself Santa.
A while back I was asked about what my favorite wincest fics are, and here they are! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! Check out my other wincest fic recs for more of my favorite stories ( x , x )
Out in the woods on a camping trip, Sam and Dean can’t keep off each other despite their Dad being a mere two thin layers of nylon and a very short distance away.
Their ages aren’t specified in the fic, but in my head Sam’s about 15 here, and Dean about 19. There are some firsts here but their first real foray into incest occurred one week before this fic takes place.
John Winchester has never been Father of the Year - especially to Sam, who he blames for Mary’s death. He finally crosses the line and comes unhinged when he finds out his boys are sleeping together, and poor Sam cops the full force of his rage, forcing Dean to take his baby brother and hit the road to save both their hides. The damage is already done, though, and Sammy has some pretty serious wounds - mental and physical. He’s just starting to get himself together in the safe haven of Sioux Falls when John tracks them down, determined to finish what he started, and Dean is forced to do something drastic to protect his baby brother. (No spoilery warning details here, beyond that it was written for a hardcore Big Bang. I can tell you it’s complete, though…)
When Sam Winchester was a baby, his mother Mary was murdered and her husband John quickly became the prime suspect. In his Kansas hometown, always the outcast, John was falsely accused of his wife’s death, so he took his son and fled town, living a life on the road…until now. It’s summer time and John decides to stay with one of his old Marine buddies and mechanic, Bobby Singer. Sam’s life changes when he meets the handsome green-eyed boy who works there.
His whole life, Dean Winchester travels through time, forwards and backwards, but he always comes back to Sam. Dean doesn’t believe in destiny, but if it does exist, his is Sam. This story is inspired by Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time-Traveler’s Wife.
The day Azazel’s son turns sixteen years old, there’s a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel’s birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad’s home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town’s mechanic and Azazel’s enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad’s foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel’s mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Tried to finish the drawing above which I started a few weeks(?) ago..but well + another one which I just found and realized that I haven’t posted it yet It was for the au with my original story “deep deep dreams” Part 1Extra
Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house,
perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and
finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your
life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to
leave the family.
Word Count: 2076
A/n: I know this is short but I’d rather upload something now and something in a week than nothing at all. It hasn’t been the best times for me on this blog lately but I can’t stop writing this story for myself and you guys…
I recommend rereading part 4 before starting this chapter!!!
You wake up on a Sunday morning
with a sigh. Now you perfectly understand the meaning of that one saying. As if
you’re a schoolgirl and it’s finally the last day of your holidays. But in your
case you haven’t missed what’s to come even for a bit.
But this time, you decide not to
sulk and make the most of the day which will probably be the last one you’ll
ever spend with your complete family. Negative thoughts try to find their way
into your mind but this time you do your best to keep them out and just enjoy
last Sunday you’ll spend happily.
You won’t ruin it.
You quickly get out of the bed.
this time you don’t wake up next to your almost ex-husband which is quite a
disappointment, but then you sneak a look inside Tae’s room and see him hugged
by his father in sleep. And it’s quite enough for you. You can share Jongin
with your son even if you’re very selfish.
You don’t lose time swooning over
the perfect picture and step inside the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After washing up and putting on a comfortable sundress, you head to the
kitchen. You plan to make this day perfect for everyone and in your family’s
case that means food.
Although you like the thought of
healthy diet, the thought of Jongin and Tae’s happiness when they see fried
chicken for breakfast is enough persuasion you need.
Time goes quickly while you do
everything to make sure that the “breakfast” table is flawless. And just when
you’re about to put the last plate on it, you hear footsteps and soon both of
your favorite boys step inside the kitchen. You don’t know who’s more excited
when seeing what they’re about to eat.
“You’re just in time for
breakfast.” You say with a big
smile, even though it’s already half past two in the afternoon, it’s normal
with Jongin and Tae who goes after his father in everything.
smell woke us up.” Jongin can’t take his eyes off the table. “This smells so
good, how could we have slept more.” He laughs and sits next to Tae. They’ve
both already started devouring the food.
this is really good.” Jongin comments. “I haven’t tasted anything better for a
while, where did you order this?” he asks while handing Tae the neck of
chicken. “Start with this.” He adds.
made this actually.” You say quietly. Jongin stops and widens his eyes while
chewing slowly. “Mommy is the best cook ever, isn’t she?” Tae says with a full
mouth. You laugh and wipe his lips.
she is.” Jongin says quietly and you feel your cheeks redden. It’s like you’re
returned to high school phase, or just the start of your friendship with
Jongin. Not as if you’ve spend years next to him.
an hour passes when the three of you are finally finished with the food. Tae tries
to keep up with his dad whose tummy seems to have a hole and is never
satisfied. But when the plates are finally empty Jongin suggests watching
television so the three of you move to the living room and get comfortable on
that’s how the last day (as you hate to call it) is spent. Nothing is special
but amazing at the same time. The only time either of you move is to get to the
bathroom or get the next fill of snacks. You’re watching cartoons and the
Disney movies even Jongin enjoys singing along to.
the sun is set, Tae runs to his room to get his favorite blanket and returns
jumping in his father’s lap. He covers both of them with it and grabs your arm
to bring you closer. You’re hesitant at first – you don’t want to make Jongin
uncomfortable, but then you see them all cuddly and warm and there’s nothing
that can hold you back from joining.
move closer slowly also getting under the blanket but keeping some distance
from your husband but you’re surprised, that when your neck is getting too
uncomfortable for it to be laying naturally, Jongin is the one to pull his arm
around you and let it rest against his shoulder, right in the position where
you can also reach to kiss Tae’s head. You didn’t expect it. Definitely didn’t
but for the first time in a month you feel that you’re warm again and you hadn’t
even realized how frozen your body had become, deprived of his warmth.
something different about him. Always has been. Just like no heating system can
warm you up as well as a walk under the sun can, Jongin’s arms are the same. He’s
your personal sun, your only natural way to life.
can’t even imagine how much you crave for it.
a while you realize that Tae has fallen asleep on his father’s chest. But you
can’t blame him. Jongin is just so warm and so comfortable all you want to do
is to finally get the good night’s sleep peacefully for once. But the other
part forces you to stay awake to remember every single second of the time you
finally felt so, so happy.
that moment you clearly realize one thing.
here. With a woman who will soon become his ex-wife. And there’s one logical
question jumping in your mind.
you call out, quietly enough not to wake up your son.
he answers, so softly that you never want that sound to leave your ears.
does she feel about you being here?” you drop the question, you’re truly
curious about. But nothing could surprise you more than what Jongin says next.
don’t know if you’re imagining it, or that you’re already stepped into your nightly
dream, but you think his fingers are slowly caressing your arm. He
truly seems to not recognize who you’re talking about.
You answer with a single word. That name won’t ever leave your memory.
look up at Jongin secretly and see momentary confusion dwell in his eyes.
her.” He adds and stays quiet for a moment. “Well I don’t think she likes that
I’m here. She told me not to come.” He says quietly.
course she doesn’t. As negatively as you might be inclined towards that girl
you understand that she wouldn’t want Jongin to stay over here. But you can’t sympathize
when she’s the one going after a still-to-be-divorced man.
after another thought occupies your mind. You know it’s childish to compare how
Jongin treats Fei to how he treated you, but she told him not to come and here
he is, in your living room. Not once would Jongin ever make you uncomfortable
with his decisions when he lived with you. In the good old times he wouldn’t
have left you alone like he did with Fei.
absolutely sure of that and that thought makes you even warmer inside. Curling deeper
into Jongin’s chest you have no negative thoughts raiding your mind.
a Monday morning Jongin wakes up just on time without the need of an alarm
clock. Slowly dressing in his formal attire he proceeds to the bathroom and
kisses the head of his son who’s diligently brushing his teeth. Next he walks
inside the kitchen and sees her.
turns around to look at him and doesn’t even try to form a smile. Jongin can
see how the light that was so bright inside her eyes yesterday is now
completely gone. Breakfast goes in a quiet matter, so unusual to this happy
household. Jongin offers to take Tae to Kindergarten and soon sees his son
jumping inside his backseat. Moving like a robot she walks over and fixes his
tie, he doesn’t even notice it was crooked. Well she was always better at
handling it anyway.
around she slides a sheet of paper in front of him, Jongin looks closely and
sees lots of too professional words he hates so much.
signed it.” she says quietly. “Like I promised. You’re free.” That’s it. just a
little doodle of Jongin’s signature is needed and everything will be over. Isn’t
it what he wanted? Without a word he slides the papers inside his laptop bag
and walk to the door.
to the times before she walks him to the door and just like it used to be
usual, he kisses her forehead and says “Bye”. But this time it doesn’t feel
like usual at all.
day goes as usual for you. Just like it’s been this past month. You go to work,
use your lunch period to pick up Tae and chew on a small bun to get you through
the day. You make sure Tae doesn’t mess around and does his homework, then you
take his hand and go back to the journey back home. You unlock the house, take
off your coat, wash Tae’s hands and heat up the dinner you cooked the previous
day. As if everything is the same but at the same time nothing is.
if usually you always manage to put a smile on your face just for the sake of
your son, today you can’t. Today you can’t force yourself anything. You don’t
have enough energy. And you know Tae feels it. Not just your feelings but you
can see the same mood from him. Your son hasn’t smiled all day and you hate it.
You hate it more than anything.
know what changed. The hope is gone. Even if you spent the month alone you
hoped, you wished Jongin would wake up and just come back, for you the bright future
of your family wasn’t torn. You still hoped, deep down in your heart. Now you
know it’s over. You lost. You lost him.
finally manage to set the table managing not to break down seeing the number of
plates. You will stay strong for your child. He deserves to have you properly
functioning. Tae comes from his room slowly and sits down by your low table.
well, Tae.” You smile warmly and reach to kiss his head. He smiles too. And how
can a five year old’s smile even be so full of sadness.
just about to eat when you hear the lock of your front door open. You don’t
know what to think. Your motherly instincts are reaching for Tae in case of a burglary.
Why would a burglar step inside your house so calmly, it’s irrational you know,
but you can’t give yourself any false hope that maybe what you think is
happening, is actually happening.
only looking at Tae, afraid to look straight at the entrance and you see your
son’s face change. From curiosity to confusion and finally a shy and timid
smile forms on his face.
finally look forward.
dinner without me?”
is standing with his suitcase, dressed warmly in a winter coat, his shoes are
already neatly arranged in their proper place. There’s a small pout on is face
He looks godly.
looks like home.
looks lost, but you’re sure you’re even more confused. But your son fixes
himself in a second and runs to hug his dad, like he would every day. Your son
can control himself very well, but you’re sure Jongin can also see just how
happy he is to see his dad, home.
don’t let down your guard yet.
stay frozen at your seat.
today was such a tiring day at work, I can’t even stand on my feet.” Jongin
yawns and takes off his coat. “I’ll go wash my hands. Y/N can you please check
my bag? There’s so much trash in there from work, could to throw it out? Or I’ll
forget and it’ll stay there for days…” he continues talking down the hallway,
his voice slowly disappearing.
I have to add a plate you think, but first, you walk over and
pick up Jongin’s suitcase, opening the zip. You see paper, torn to little
pieces. Torn so fiercely you wouldn’t have recognized it hadn’t you put it here
in the morning.
the divorce papers.
even though they’re destroyed, you can clearly see, there’s not a trace of
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Summary: A story about your friendship with Bucky. Getting close, learning to love one another, learning to live with him seeing other people. And yet knowing he was there to stay.
Word Count: 1,957
A/N: I hope you guys like this one! This is gonna be a slow burn. This is also mostly based on stuff I’ve gone through with one particular friend of mine. Enjoy!
After a long break from work, you had finally come back, thanks to the insistence of your manager and another friend you had had lunch with.
His name was Steve, sweet Steve whose smile always shone bright even when customers were being awful and unnecessarily needy. He had stayed working at the café even when you had quit, and after six months of your absence, had began asking you to return.
Initially, you had said no. You didn’t want to go back to Starbucks of all places, but you went on to consider it when your current job began to fail you, your boss lessening your hours.
Lucy stood next to the door of the guild, watching everyone enjoy themselves. The 100-year quest had not been an easy one. In fact, it had taken them away for quite a few years that they had arrived back to see an older Romeo flirting with Wendy. She had smiled at the two, as they talked, Wendy divulging a lot of what had occurred while on the job. Romeo kept asking questions and laughing at all the stupid things Natsu had done.
Boom! A couple of tables toppled over while an inebriated Erza attempted to break up a fight between Gray and Natsu. Juvia joined the fray as well, but reaching for Gray instead of pushing him away, as the two hadn’t seen each other since Juvia’s last job had crossed paths with theirs. Lucy chuckled at the sight of the entire guild getting in on the action.
“Lu-chan.” Levy walked over to her, attempting to drag Gajeel behind, away from the fight. She stopped to yell at him. “Stop setting a bad example for our children. Who do you think’s turn it is to wake up and take care of them if the need arises?” She turned back towards Lucy and smiled, letting go of Gajeel as he sat somberly watching Natsu punch Gray in the face.
“You finally escaped the Cana, eh?” Levy asked.
“Yeah. Apparently, I had to make up for lost time every night this past week.” She burped slightly. “And I couldn’t get away from her early enough tonight.”
Levy laughed. “Well, it has been quite some time since you guys were last here. Have you finished the quest yet?”
“Not quite,” Lucy admitted. “There are a few loose ends we have to wrap up that have been taking quite some time.”
“Ah. I was hoping you guys would stay for the twins’ birthday next week.”
“Of course I’ll be there!” Lucy held Levy by the shoulders. “How could I miss my god children's birthday?” She turned back towards the ruckus. “We leave tomorrow and should be back in time, otherwise I will definitely be back in time. We just have to take some things to the capital.”
They stood in silence for a little bit watching the end of the fight unfold. Natsu and Gray, aiming to punch each other, had punched Erza’s face. She now chased them both around the hall with Juvia attempting to stop her. Everyone else slowly stopped their brawl to watch as well.
“Have you told him?” Levy asked.
“Told who what?” Lucy said.
“Natsu. Have you told him?”
Lucy blushed. “What? I haven’t… We’re fine just being together without saying anything. We’ll always be together. He said that himself.”
Levy looked at Lucy. “Is saying that really just enough? Are you okay with things as they are or do you want more than just being together?”
Lucy looked thoughtfully at Natsu, with Juvia sprawled next to Gray on his left and a passed out Erza on his right. “Are we ready to call this what it is?”
Your relationship with Yoongi has finally returned to a happy healthy place, but he is ready to start pushing some boundaries.
Warning: This chapter is long - 17000+ words. There is so much sex in here, I was worried that you might get tired of it (LOL!). Super graphic and vulgar, like usual. Lots of dirty talk, including derogatory name calling during sex – but then so do most of my stories. Includes non-BTS idols in major roles for this chapter.
It was 3pm. Yoongi’s
plane had landed at 2pm and now you were just waiting to hear from him. He told you that he would come to your
apartment as soon as he could after landing, and you were getting impatient
waiting for him. You busied yourself
with cleaning the apartment as a distraction.
Between getting his luggage, going through customs, making his way
through fans, driving back to his place to drop things off before turning
around to come to your apartment… it was probably going to be another hour or
even longer before he would be at your place.
It had been three weeks since you had last been together; he
and the other boys were on a tour through several countries. While he was away, he texted you frequently,
sharing pictures of the places he was visiting and the two of you made a point
to video chat every night before he went to sleep. Being able to see his face even though he was
so far away, was a comfort to you.
Yoongi would tell you funny stories about what was happening on the road
or share snippets of songs he was writing; on a few occasions you made
arrangements to share a meal over the internet – you would set up the laptop
across from you on the table as if he was sitting there while you ate your meal
and he would do the same, eating whatever he had ordered from room
service. More often than not, your late
chats would devolve into an online sex session, with Yoongi asking you to strip
and bend over in front of the camera, pulling your pussy lips apart so he could
see inside you while you described a fictional account of you having sex with
other men while he was gone.
When Yoongi was still in town, role playing was something
you would do maybe once a week to provide some variety to your love-making, but
while he was out of town, role playing took a much more prominent position. The scenarios you played out all started in
different ways, but they always ended the same… with a graphic description of
another man having sex with you, ejaculating in you, followed usually by Yoongi
ejaculating in real life from masturbating while you spoke. As much fun as your on-line sex sessions
were, you were looking forward to doing something a little different.
It was 3:45pm when your doorbell
rang. When you opened your door, Yoongi
came bursting through, throwing his bag on the floor and pulling you
immediately into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue violently into your mouth
without even saying a word to you first.
He wrapped one arm tightly around your waist to keep your body close to him
while the other hand rested on the back of your head to keep your lips tightly
locked with his. Yoongi walked you
backwards towards your bedroom while still kissing you feverishly, the movement
was awkward since you both were too preoccupied with the kiss to pay much
attention to where you were going. Your
feet got tangled up with each other more than once, you almost fell over when
he accidentally backed you into a chair and he fumbled with the door knob to
your bedroom. Once he managed to get the
door open, he walked you directly into the door jamb where you hit your head
with a loud crack. You cried out at the
sudden pain and Yoongi pulled away, his eyes wide with shock.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I wasn’t paying attention, I was just so eager to get to the bed, I
misjudged the width of the doorway. I’m
sorry. Are you okay?” Yoongi’s hands cradled your head while he
looked to see how badly you were hurt.
You couldn’t help but start
laughing at the situation. “I’ve missed you so much,” you told him.