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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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SUPERSTORE PREFERENCE

TEACHING YOU TO DRIVE

Characters: Amy Sosa, Jonah Simms, Dina Fox, Cheyenne Lee, Marcus White & Glenn Sturgis

Tags: mentions of drugs & reckless driving

A/N: the relationship between these characters + y/n for this pref is platonic, for glenn it would be familial too - big shoutout to @eddiecabotsmile cos i requested for them to write a reservoir dogs pref about them teaching the reader to drive, and this inspired me to do one for superstore cos them teaching y/n to drive would be undoubtedly funny <3 likes/reblogs/feedback are greatly appreciated!!! <333

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AMY SOSA —

Amy's like a mother figure to you, so she helps you in any way she can.

you and Amy decide to use her car because it's more spacious and comfortable.

Amy's teaching abilities when it comes to driving are pretty normal. It's nothing too stressful, but at the same time, it kind of is.

"I feel like you're gonna write me up if I miss a road sign."

Would roleplay as the driving instructor, which makes things so awkward and pressuring for you now

You hit the brakes too hard and she goes flying forward

JONAH SIMMS —

Somehow Jonah makes it about him, telling you he's good at driving, he's helped his friends get their licenses, set up cones to help them practice blah blah blah.

Jonah makes Garrett tag along after he refuses numerous times. "Y/N's gonna drive? I don't even trust y/n on the intercom."

Jonah bribes him, promising him you'll stop for pizza on the way.

He lets you use his car, but once you knock over a trash bin, and nearly rear-ending Glenn's new car, he regrets it. Garrett glares at him with a "what'd I tell you?" face.

Things turn out okay. You listen to Jonah when he tells you what to do. Jonah is calm because you start to get the hang of it, so then Garrett is chill. Everyone is chill.

Then you realized you missed the exit to the nearest pizza place like you promised.

DINA FOX —

At first, she judges you for not knowing how to drive and asks why you didn't get your license sooner.

She agrees to help you, but takes it way too seriously.

"I will make sure all my birds attack you like Melanie Daniels if you ever so make a dent on my van."

Quizzes you on everything, even though you proved to her so many times that you have your permit.

Dina is timing you, yelling at you for going ten miles on a forty mile speed limit, and stresses you out over every small thing.

"GO!! GO!!!!!!! UGH. You could have went, y/n!"

Dina would literally scream at pedestrians or even drivers for going too slow or almost cutting you off.

CHEYENNE LEE —

She would not care if you accidentally hit another car trying to parallel park. As long as she's the passenger princess, she would definitely pass you.

She wasn't lying when she said she has bees in her car. You even glanced at the cup holder and found a baggy of ecstasy.

"Cheyenne, are you sure I'm doing a good job?"

"Hm? Oh, you're a natural! If you were my Uber driver, I'd give you a 5-star rating, or maybe a 4.4 because Harmonica drives her Barbie convertible better than you."

Cheyenne would not even be paying attention, she would just be on her phone the whole time, taking selfies or texting Bo or Mateo.

Hell, she would FaceTime Mateo so he could judge your driving on camera.

She would look up from her phone last minute and be like, "Oh, wait. The exit's here."

MARCUS WHITE —

If he never offered and insisted, Marcus would be over the moon when you ask him to teach you. He has a playlist ready and everything.

You immediately regret it, though, for valid reasons. He's making you use his car when the poor guy doesn't even have doors to his car, plus he's kind of gross.

He's a decent driver but would often ignore road signs, and wouldn't even care if you, the driver, wore a seat belt or not.

Marcus would eventually dare you to floor it down the highway.

Would make you stop at a Wendy's or something.

You only needed help reverse parking.......

GLENN STURGIS —

Glenn is THRILLED.

Glenn allows you to use his car, despite getting a new one every time they get damaged by every circumstance at work.

He sings children nursery rhymes to calm himself down if you go at least five miles over the speed limit, and would grip the handle. Typical boomer things.

"You almost hit Brett!"

"Brett is all the way at the cart corral!"

He would congratulate you for getting one small thing right, as little as checking your mirror or putting both hands on the wheel.

He demonstrates the different types of parking, but takes his sweet time.

You don't end up doing well on the first try, but he insists that you're doing your best — even after almost hitting a mother pushing her stroller at a red light.

#superstore x reader #superstore #superstore preference #amy sosa x reader #jonah simms x reader #dina fox x reader #cheyenne lee x reader #marcus white x reader #glenn sturgis x reader #reader insert #preference #amy dubanowski

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meetsthebones · 7 months

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amy and jonah from superstore bi4bi (crowd erupts in thunderous applause)

#jonah bi with preference for men but amy was just too perfect <- REAL AS FUCK btw america ferrera most beautiful woman evee r #rewatching superstore w. my roommates rn and bi4bi simmosa just speaks to my heart i think its gospel

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swagcoolcat · 2 years

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So… if I did a prompt-tober thing for Superstore, who would want to participate?

I already have a base list written out with 31 prompts, and most of them are solid, set in stone, but I’m not sold on it being the final draft.

My DMs are open if you’d be interested in anything like this! Or feel free to reblog.

#superstore #writing prompt #reblogs are preferred over DMs but either is okay #just make sure I know that the DM is in reference to this post

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jtl-fics · 5 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 45

Renee Walker stands next to two of her best friends in the entire world holding up a hand drawn sign. There's an, admittedly crudely drawn, Fox on the sign that Allison had made up.

Renee had seen it and smiled from across the airport as she made her way over to where Dan and Allison were standing waiting for everyone to come. The team had managed to coordinate their flights to land all within about two hours of one another and Allison had exactly zero desire to go back and forth from the airport so her driver was waiting out at a nearby cellphone lot to come and get them once everyone was there.

"Is it nice having a driver again?" Dan asks Allison.

"I sometimes miss driving around in my car but it's a lot easier to do my makeup with him driving." she says with a shrug as they continue to catch up. Renee is holding up the sign since Allison had complained that she had lost so much of the muscle she had previously had.

"Yeah, New York City seems like a major pain in the ass to drive in too." Dan agrees as her phone buzzes. She pulls out her phone and looks at it before a huge smile fills her face, one that means she's talking to Matt, "Oh! They just landed!" Dan says confirming Renee's suspicions.

Allison looks at her watch, "Wow, 20 minutes early. They must have gotten through boarding quickly." she comments.

"Or some good tailwind." Renee offers.

"When are Neil and Andrew due up?" Dan asks looking at Renee who smiles back at her friend.

"Andrew said they're going to take a break halfway here so they'll be here tomorrow morning." Renee says.

"Get it Neil." Allison nods and it had been a wonderful thing last year to watch Andrew and Allison make peace with one another. Their mutual desire to dress Neil up a bridge towards....maybe not friendship but camaraderie.

It warms Renee's heart to see her friends get along.

"The plane got tailwind, Neil's getting tail." Dan jokes.

"I'm looking forward to meeting the new kid that I've heard about." Renee says gently moving the topic on from their friends getting together. It didn't bother her at all, but she knew that Andrew would prefer no one talk about what he and Neil got up to.

"Oh! Yeah, uh..." Dan visibly buffers.

"Dan, you're the only one of us that's met the kid. His name's Smith." Allison says with eyebrows raised in judgement.

"Look, when Coach and I went to recruit the kid my brain was like 90% on the fact that I needed to go to my interview." Dan defends herself.

"So he wasn't that memorable for you?" Allison asks.

"Yeah, I'm surprised that he's getting along so well with the guys." Dan says. "Getting stabbed over Thanksgiving feels more like a Neil move than the quiet kid Coach and I met." she adds.

That had been an interesting phone call from Andrew. Renee hadn't even realized that she had become Natalie describing the best way to get rid of the body until Andrew had clarified that it'd been an accident and Smith was alive. Renee had been a little ashamed.

She was excited to meet the kid who Andrew had spoken to her about. Glad that their strange found family was growing just a little bit bigger.

They wait around continuing to talk about plans for the break together. Allison wants to go shopping and she wants to do it once Neil and Andrew are back. Dan wants to skate at the Rockefeller center. Renee would love it if they could do Christmas Eve Mass.

They're sure that Kevin is going to want to check out an Exy game. They're mostly sure that Matt will want to check out the LEGO store in downtown manhattan and that Aaron will be as excited for that as Matt is but pretending not to be. Nicky wants to catch a drag show and has made it clear that he will be going regardless of what anyone else wants to do. Andrew and Neil will probably just want to be alone when they have the chance though Neil had expressed some prior interest in the EXITES superstore and Andrew will more than likely enjoy the day Allison has planned to go shopping since she wants to update Neil's wardrobe.

The new kid, Smith, will be a mystery, but they're more than willing to be flexible.

Eventually they hear the tell-tale sign of most of the boy's arrival. "Babe!" comes from across the airport and Dan's head shoots up and spots the sight of Matt Boyd approaching his arms out wide almost clotheslining four different families on his way to Dan.

Dan is not much better as she rushes to him arms as wide.

They embrace like they always do whenever they have to spend time apart from one another and Renee knows that part of the reason that Dan took her job as assistant coach where she did is that the Washington State Congress Team had been looking at Matt the year prior to scout him.

She looks beyond the passionate reunion and sees Kevin, Aaron, and Nicky. She frowns brows furrowing...

Weren't they going to bring-

Nicky throws his arm out and it wraps around a kid she hadn't even realized was there. She blinks startled by his sudden appearance and blank expression as Nicky was pointing them out. He points to her and he can see her name on his lips she gives a wave and a smile.

Smith nods back in greeting.

He seems quite nice.

***

Renee is at the end of her proverbial rope.

This kid is a threat and she doesn't understand how she's the only person who can see it.

Being a threat isn't really an issue when you're a Fox. It's almost a given that there's some part of you that can be dangerous when backed into a corner but no one seems to be treating him like a threat.

She watches as Nicky and Matt throw their arms around him. As Kevin pushes smoothie after smoothie into his hands as he blankly sips. As Andrew and Neil sit with him quietly. As Dan pinches his cheeks. As Aaron ribs him for being bad at MarioKart.

She can't feel anything from him, no joy, no anger, nothing.

She can't even track him.

Renee has always prided herself on her ability to keep track of those around her. Spacial awareness was incredibly important when you're in a fight and it had always been one of her strongest points. She always knew where she was in relation to everyone else.

Except Smith.

The kid had given her no shortage of heart attacks as he appeared and disappeared seemingly at random.

She had finally gotten Andrew alone to ask, "Smith's quiet, non-intrusive." Andrew says with a shrug.

There's just something about him that makes the hair on the back of Renee's neck stand on edge and she hates feeling like she's the only one. She hates it even more that there's no real evidence that there's something amiss with this newest Fox.

So she settles in to watch.

They're out shopping and Allison is doing her best to get Neil a proper wardrobe with Andrew's considerable help, AKA nodding in approval when Neil comes out. She's not skimping on any of them but Neil is her main focus.

"Smith, what's a color you like?" Allison asks as she's looking at hoodies.

"I like purple." Smith answers and Renee barely manges to stop herself from flinching as his voice comes from right next to her.

"Pass." Andrew says as Neil comes out in a charmingly orange sweatshirt.

"I like it!" Neil argues.

"You have 10 sweatshirts that are that exact shade of orange." Andrew dismisses. "Try the blue one." he says pushing Neil back into the dressing room.

"Which one?" Neil asks.

Andrew sighs dramatically in a way that lets Renee know that he's doing exactly what he wants to be doing, "I'll show you." he says going into the dressing room with Neil.

"I still don't know how it took Baltimore for me to realize they were together." Nicky says as he's holding up two different purple sweatshirts to Smith's body. "You look good in a more purpley purple." Nicky says putting the more indigo colored sweatshirt back on the rack.

"Pants are coming up next, I'll get a lay of the land. I know everyone else's but Smith what's your height?" Allison asks.

"Five feet, nine inches." Smith answers as Nicky pushes him towards the dressing room. "Nicky it's a sweatshirt, I can put it on out here." Smith says.

"I know but I need an excuse to go back there and make sure Neil and Andrew aren't defiling a dressing room." Nicky says with a grin that implies he'd be more happy if they were.

"Gross." Aaron says as he takes a picture of himself to send to Katelyn to approve of the new outfit that Allison was pushing for him to get. "Wait," he pauses turning to where Allison was looking through various men's pants, "you know our heights? Like you've memorized them?" he asks.

"Yeah." Allison says looking at a pair of black slacks. "Everyone's measurements." she says nodding to herself.

"Even bust sizes?" he asks, voice not as quiet as he likely thinks it is.

"You're such a boy." Allison laughs not even looking up from the very different rack.

"How much longer are we going to be here?" Kevin asks with a sigh.

"Well, at least the time that it took you to ask that longer. We'll be done when we're done Kevin." Dan says long having given up on stopping Allison when the woman is on a spree.

"She knows that EXITES closes at 5 PM right?" Kevin asks.

"More importantly," Matt leans in, "that the LEGO store closes at 8 PM right?" Matt asks.

"How is that more important? The LEGO store is open later?" Kevin asks.

"Because we're not going to EXITES today, but we are going to the LEGO store." Matt says.

"If we don't spend the whole day here we can do both-"

"We're not going to EXITES today Kevin." Dan says with a sigh.

"But-"

"We're not going to EXITES today Kevin." Renee says with an apologetic smile.

"But-"

"Kevin, we're not going to EXITES today. Just sit down and let me find pants that'll make your pin-up days look tame in comparison." Allison says.

"That's not what those posters were!" Kevin argues with a blush on his face.

"Sure." Allison dismisses

***

Renee is quite happy with the sundresses she found even if they won't do her any good here in New York City during the Christmas break. Their next stop on their shopping day is over to the LEGO store where Matt makes no attempt to hide his enthusiasm as Aaron very valiantly does try to pretend like he's not utterly entranced by the sets and builds.

Renee thinks it's all very charming.

"We could have gone to EXITES." Kevin says with a frown as he looks at a build of an Exy racquet. "Can you take my picture with this?" he asks but he's not quite looking at Renee.

"Sure." Smith says from beside her, where he had apparently been.

"Thanks Smiths." Kevin says and stands next to the Exy racquet of LEGOs and crosses his arms and leans back.

"Kevin, stop posing like this will be for the cover of a Forbes Magazine." Andrew says with a sigh as he comes to stand on Renee's other side.

"Shut up, it's a picture for me!" Kevin says and continues to stand with his arms crossed.

"Oh, can you get a picture of me next Smith?" Neil asks coming up eyes shining in excitement as he looks at the racquet.

"Sure. As an apology for letting Nicky-"

"Don't talk about it." Neil and Andrew say at the same time.

Kevin gets his picture and then Andrew hands his phone to Smith for Neil's since Neil had broken the lens on his camera ages ago.

They wander around and Kevin finds a set to build the National Court that he grabs without a second thought. Neil and Andrew find a little LEGO man of Kevin that they buy as their 'preferred Kevin'. Kevin of course threatens to buy their LEGO figures once they have them and refer to them as his 'preferred Andrew and Neil'. A threat that neither of them comment on but Renee does buy the little Jean Moreau she finds. She'll paint it Trojan colors and send it over to him as a little gift.

As she continues to browse with her purchase in hand she hears Nicky, "Smithy, if you like it you should get it!" Nicky insists.

"Is it the price?" Allison asks.

"Yeah, I don't want to spend that much." Smith says with a nod expression still worryingly blank.

"When's your birthday? It can just be an early or a late present from me." Allison asks.

"March 1st, but really I'm fine not getting it." Smith shakes his head. "It's not that I'd like it just my little brother liked trains." he says and Renee watches Nicky's face turn from joyful teasing to intense determination.

"We're getting this set." Nicky says grabbing it and marching over to the counter even as Smith followed after him.

Interesting.

***

They finish off their day with some ice skating.

Matt, Aaron, Andrew, and Kevin all fall into the 'challenged' category.

They get on the ice and all four immediately fall. Renee stifles her laughter as Andrew and Aaron scowl. "Are you okay?" Smith asks and Renee almost loses her balance as he skates by her.

"Why the fuck are you good at skating?" Aaron asks scowling even as he takes Smith hand. Renee skates over and offers a hand to Kevin as Matt and Andrew are being helped up by their respective partners.

"Oh," Allison says skating by, "have you been up to Canada or something often?" she asks.

"I've been to Canada a few times. It's more that there was a rink I would go to every once in a while." Smith answers before turning back to Aaron, "I can help you keep balanced." he says offering his other hand.

"Smith, I don't want to hold your hand. That's kind of gay." Aaron huffs letting go of Smith's hand only to immediately beef it again when he tried to move forward.

***

Skating was fun even if Aaron kept blushing as Smith helped him skate since he never really got his 'ice legs'. The rest of them all more or less skated on their own by the end or, in the case of Andrew and Matt, seemed fine to keep skating while holding on.

Renee was warming herself by the fireplace in Allison's home enjoying some hot chocolate as Allison took a seat next to her. There was a lot of commotion in the kitchen as the team was working to make dinner together. Renee had excused herself after Smith had startled her while she had a knife in hand and she'd almost stabbed him on instinct.

She's just relieved that no one seemed to notice the near murder.

"You okay? You seemed tense in there." Allison asks.

Well, almost no one.

"Yes, I'm fine." she smiles and hopes that Allison will believe it.

Allison looks at her and Renee does have the benefit that Allison is slightly drunk since she was told firmly not to help with the cooking since she'd paid for the majority of the day.

"I'm glad I got you alone, there's something I want to hear your opinion on." Allison says deciding, apparently, to let it go for now.

Renee relaxes smiling at her friend, "What's that?" she asks wondering what purchase or thing unpurchased Allison was regretting.

Allison looks at Renee, expression utterly serious. "Don't you think there's something...weird about this kid?" she asks.

Renee straightens up glad that Allison had also felt like something was off with the kid that her friends had brought along. "What do you mean?" she asks wanting to hear what Allison thought.

"Look, he seems really nice. I mean a little too nice to be a Fox to be honest but I mean I guess you're a Fox as well so..." Allison rambles slightly taking another sip of her wine.

"Yes, go on." Renee nods.

"Yeah, he seems nice and Matt said he's got his own stuff even if he didn't wanna go into what that stuff was." Allison continues and it's a good thing Allison is drinking white wine considering the white carpet and her gesticulations. "But...it's just.. okay you can't make fun of me. Even though this is about to sound crazy." Allison says.

"I would never do something like that." Renee swears.

"Promise me." Allison says expression grave as she lifts up a pinky.

Renee smiles despite herself and hooks her pinky with Allison's, "I promise to not make fun of you." she swears other hand over her cross.

"I think he's Justin Bieber."

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #I would like to thank Emry #Since I was talking with them about commissioning a pic of Smith #I searched 'bland white guy' and Justin Bieber popped up #and it has been my head canon.... EVER SINCE #So now you all have to deal with the fact that Smith is almost identical to JB #He's got the hair #he's 5 foot 9 #Born 3/1 #Brown hair #brown eyes #Smith just completely lacks JB's stage presence / confidence / rizz and it mostly renders him very distinguishable #Nicky absolutely bought that train lego set for Smith #and is like 'this summer you and me are gonna fucking build this for your brother'#Andrew and Neil were also like 3 hours later than they said they were going to be #due to late check out reasons #Kevin may have looked for a Riko figure out of habit but didn't find one #Neil and Andrew may have also looked for a Riko figure but they wanted to burn it #different strokes for different folks i suppose #Renee got some nice paints to do her little project for Jean #She's heard from Jeremy that he's recovering from the meatball head injury quite nicely #Jean keeps saying to stop calling it that #Jeremy: “but you almost bled Bechemel all over the place.”#Jean: “For the love of god stop saying that. I was concussed from the meatball.”

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Collared part 20

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: You go on a shopping trip

Warnings: panic attack, negative self-talk

Word count: 1.8k

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Part 19 <- -> Part 21

“WHY do I only own trackies?!” you demanded, marching into the room where Sam and Dean were eating breakfast. Your hair was wet and you were clutching two pairs of tracksuit pants in your hand. Both heads snapped to look at you.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I mean that the only pants I have in this whole godforsaken bunker are tracksuit pants! There is not a single pair of jeans, or leggings, or literally any other type of pant! And I would like to know why that is!”

The brothers shared a look. That made you even angrier. “Don’t look at him!” You yelled at Sam. “You’re the one who went to the shops, I remember!”

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said cautiously.

“Goddamn it Sam, that’s not what I asked!” You were getting even angrier now.

“Ok, ok,” he tried to placate you. “I only bought you tracksuit pants because you were spending your whole time kneeling on the floor, and I thought it would be more comfortable. If you want different clothes now, I’m happy to go get you some.”

You swallowed. You hadn’t really considered that. You’d just been angry, thinking that they hadn’t considered you a real person with real preferences while you’d had the collar on. But it turned out they’d actually been considering you more than you’d thought. Your anger didn’t really dissipate though, it just found a new target.

“Oh, what, am I still incapable of selecting my own clothes?! Does your charity only extend to me if you’re in control?”

Sam’s hands were up in surrender, as they frequently were since the collar had come off. “No, no, I just thought it might be easier if I got things for you.” He looked at Dean again, hesitant, then back to you. “If you want to come, I’m sure we can arrange that, but it might be best to wait a few days.”

“Why?” you demanded, hands on your hips. “Am I still your prisoner?”

“You’ve never been our prisoner, Y/N.”

“Then let’s go to the bloody shops and buy some fucking clothes that actually fit!” Your rage about this knew no bounds.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Dean interjected, speaking for the first time.

“And who asked your opinion?!”

“Swee-”

“DON’T YOU DARE,” you growled at him.

“Ok, ok, sorry,” he backed off.

Sam seemed to feel he had to pick back up, in response. “Y/N,” he said gently, “Are you sure you’re ready for the crowds and the experience of the shops?”

“Yes, Sam,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I think I can handle the most mundane thing in the world of buying some fucking pants! Jesus Christ, did you two go to mountain-out-of-a-molehill school?! Are you so used to seeing monsters at every turn that you think they’re lurking in every rack of jeans?”

Sam yielded, “Ok, I’ll take you shopping.”

“I’m driving,” Dean interjected again.

“Who invited you?” you sassed at him.

“It’s my goddamn car, princess.” Apparently, you’d pushed some of his buttons. Good.

“Fine, you can stay in it.” You walked out, still frustrated but glad you’d be able to get some more clothes.

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This was a bad idea, Dean knew it. He didn’t know how it was going to go wrong, but it was going to go wrong. He ran his hand down his face, waiting for you and Sam to come to the garage.

You came out, glared at him and got in the backseat of the car, slamming the door behind you. He took a deep breath to avoid reacting. Sam followed shortly thereafter so Dean climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Any preference on shop?” he asked you mildly.

“I don’t even know where I am, genius. You tell me.” He bit back his retort and started to drive to the closest superstore.

He pulled up in the car park, turning off the car and then repositioning the gun in the back of his jeans.

“Are you seriously one of those assholes who takes a gun with them everywhere?” you spat at him.

He looked at you incredulously, “I hunt monsters. For a living. Often, they try and hunt me.”

“Let’s just go,” Sam said, trying to break up the fight before it escalated.

“Only I’m going anywhere,” you said, crossing your arms across your chest. “You two can wait here.”

“Yeah, that ain’t happening,” Dean said, opening his door and starting to get out.

“And why not?”

He turned back to look at you, frustration leaking into his response before he could stop it. “Because this ill-timed shopping trip is occurring before Sam and I could finish determining whether there are demons or witches, or whatever else, who still want to come recapture you and make us pay for killing the bitch.”

You paused, fear showing briefly on your face. “Oh.”

“Dean,” Sam hissed at him.

You schooled your face back into what was apparently today’s expression, a hardened scorn. “Fine, you can come, but stay out of the way.”

“Fine.”

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The Winchesters did their speaking-through-looks trick again and Sam came and walked next to you, while Dean trailed a few metres behind. You were happy they’d at least decided to keep him away from you, he made your blood boil today.

Well, everything did.

You walked into the shop and headed to the women’s clothes section. Oh look, no monsters.

You turned to the clothes. Everything was different, all of the fashions were totally different to the last time you'd been shopping. It was a bit overwhelming.

It was another reminder of what you'd lost.

You swallowed again. Focus on the task at hand.

“Are you ok?” Sam asked gently.

“Leave me alone,” you spat at him.

“Ok, ok, I'll just be over by the pillar,” he said, pointing and then leaving to stand where he'd said. Dean had already made himself scarce, watching you from afar.

You turned back to the clothes. The confidence you'd shown when responding to Sam evaporated when faced with the task again.

You can do this, you told yourself.

You shuffled the hangers around. You didn't know what would suit your body anymore – years of torture and malnutrition had left you with a body shape entirely unlike the one you'd had before. What even was your size now?

You grabbed at a couple of pairs randomly. You clutched them to your chest and headed for the change rooms.

Inside, you tried on the pants. They didn't fit, they looked absurd. Your hips were wrong, your waist was wrong, your legs were wrong. It was all wrong! You hadn't even particularly liked your body before, but at least it was yours. This felt ... foreign. Despair settled over you.

You jumped when you heard a mother scold a child for playing with the latch on a change room door. The kid started to yell and the sound felt like it was invading your brain, filling all of your senses. You had to get out of there.

You gathered the clothes up in a fluster and opened the door. You almost ran out of there, distracted and unable to focus. You heard another noise and looked over your shoulder, and then collided with a hard object at hip height. You turned back and saw it was a trolley, which you had now sent careening into the clothes racks nearby.

The woman who owned the trolley turned to you, “What the hell are you doing?”

A man got jolted by the clothes rack starting to fall on him and he turned to you too, yelling, “Watch where you're going, lady!”

You cowered from him, expecting pain. You were starting to hyperventilate, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. Everything was happening too fast, it was too loud, there were too many people.

You tried to look for an escape but it felt like everything around you had closed in, like you were in a maze with no way out. You put your hands over your ears, screwed your eyes shut and went to fall to your knees.

Hands caught your waist, preventing you from falling. All you could hear was your own blood pumping in your ears and you started to panic more. The hands pulled you to be against something firm and warm. You opened your eyes again and realised someone had pulled you to their chest. You looked around and noticed things were moving around you, which was terribly disconcerting until you realised it was because the person holding you was walking.

Dean.

You realised it was Dean who held you, half floppy and boneless, completely confused and still panicking. He was half carrying, half dragging you out.

You took your hands from your ears and clutched the front of his shirt instead. He looked down at you, worry in his face. You saw his lips moving but you were still too confused, too overwhelmed to make out what the words were. It was all just noise. You swayed, feeling like your head was heavy and unwieldy.

He rearranged your arms, wrapping them around his neck, then he lifted you from your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist. You heard him make noise again but it still didn't register. He cradled one hand on the back of your head and the other arm under your thighs.

Suddenly, it was cooler. You looked around, realising that you were now outside. You saw Sam had been holding the door open for Dean and was now walking along behind him, worriedly looking at you.

It was quieter outside. You started to feel less bewildered, less adrift. You heard Dean talking again.

Your name, he was saying your name.

“Huh?” you said.

Sam ran around Dean and then you felt Dean dipping down. Something was under your bum. Dean stepped back and you realised he had just sat you down inside his car, your legs facing out the open door.

“Ok, can you try and slow down your breathing?” You understood Dean this time. You nodded. He looked relieved.

Sam crouched down in front of you and took your hand. Dean took a step back. “How are you going?” Sam asked gently.

“Umm. Better.”

“Good, that's good,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze.

Your breathing was getting under control now. You started to feel embarrassed, looking at the ground.

“I'm fine,” you said, without much conviction. “I'll be fine,” you tried again, stronger this time.

“Do you want to go home?” Sam asked.

You nodded. Sam got you to turn around in the car and shut your door. Then both brothers got in the front.

You went and hid in your room when you got back, not making eye contact.

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years

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Target

Kyojuro is the type of lover to take you shopping at Target when you’ve had a bad day.

He comes home, sensing the sheen of unease that’s befallen the house. He’s quiet as he seeks you out, mindful of how noise sets you off when you’re already in a mood.

The blond discovers you curled up under mountains of blankets, resembling a heavy rain cloud threatening to spill with unbridled emotions. And…did you just hiss at him?

Kyojuro’s gentle as he extracts your from the bed, telling you to put on something comfortable following a steamy, soothing shower. For you, comfortable is a pair of soft sweats, one of Kyojuro’s hoodies stained with day-old cologne, fuzzy socks, and some Crocs.

Kyojuro plays your preferred song whilst you journey to the store. Hand never leaves your thigh, where it kneads reassuring arcs into your flesh. You light up like a kid in a candy store when the telltale red bullseye pans into view.

He lets you buy any and everything you want, but not before stopping at Starbucks on your way in to purchase your favorite drink. Must keep you hydrated on your way to blow his paycheck.

With armfuls of home decor and toiletries, he smiles unabashedly whilst he shepherds you out of the superstore. You stop at a 25-cent bubblegum machine on the journey out. Buy two matching, misshapen rings two sizes too small for either of your fingers, but it’s okay. Kyojuro smiles nonetheless, promising to visit the craft store so you can turn them into necklaces.

Bonus points if he takes you to Spirit Halloween afterwards. You might just throw your panties at him for that.

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #my works #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kny reader insert #kyojuro rengoku #kny rengoku #rengoku fluff #kyojuro fluff #just musin'

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roleplayfinder · 26 days

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Heyo! 24 year old female writer here. I’m eighteen plus so please please please ensure you are before writing to me! Now a little about me, I do work, quick fire would be nice but I can’t always be here. So you may see me post more depending on what ideas I’ve got and what cravings I have. But with my time off you can guarantee I’ll be posting more! Just a heads up I’m looking for clean roleplays! I do prefer discord to conduct roleplays purely for the purpose of being able to keep things more organised! My discord is eleanorwinchester

So I’m looking for those of you who can use third person, past tense and lots of detail. I say this not to be mean but because I do consider myself to be advanced literate, I expect potential partners to be the same! I’m looking for oc (me) x male canon characters from the above movies but I will enclose further fandoms and movies with in the post! I use third and past tense and would be grateful if you do too! Please note I do have dyslexia. I’d love to get some aus going as well as some love triangles. Doubles are welcome! But please note ALL my roleplays are doubles. I will be prioritising those of you who don’t want to double and are happy to play canons. I’m just getting to a point where doubles feel transactional, I’d like to do something for myself where I can :).

I’m also craving the Sherlock, Shadowhunters, A Court of Thorns and roses, Supernatural, My Life With the Walter Boys and Hunger Games (originals and prequel),at the moment as well! I’d honestly kill for someone to play Dean Winchester atm. I think he’s a really well written character and I have some ocs who may work with him.

I’d love our roleplay to be something of comfort to us both. Something to cheer us up and keep us engaged in the story! If you’ve got any wild ideas you’ve been dying to do for the below fandoms send them my way if it’s doubles I’ll do my best to accommodate them! If there’s a character in brackets that’s who I’m looking to ship with, I need you to play them!

Fandoms I seek include:

Saltburn (Felix)

Downton Abbey (Tom)

ACOTAR (Cassian, Rhys)

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

Merlin (bbc show)

Shadowhunters (Jace, Julian, Mark)- PLEASE I BEG?

Sherlock (Sherlock)

Skins

Pitch Perfect

Supernatural 😍 (Dean)

The Office (us)

Brooklyn Nine Nine 😍

Superstore

My life With the Walter Boys 😍❤️ (Cole, Will)

Ginny and Georgia ❤️(Marcus)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU (Thor, Steve, Loki)

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

#bxg #longterm #romance #detailed #drama #literate #advanced #dark #sweet

eleanorwinchester

#eighteen and over #saltburn #saltburn roleplay #saltburn rp #downton abbey #downton abbey roleplay #downton abbey rp #acotar #acotar roleplay #acotar rp #bridgerton #queen charlotte #merlin #shadowhunters #sherlock

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probably-voldemort · 7 months

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Halloweeny / Horror / Fall Prompts!

I am going to be taking prompts from now until the end ish of October! I'm participating in @troped-fanfic-challenge's Horror event, which means these prompts need to fit certain requirements, which I'll lay out below. You can find the requirements, tropes, and themes here on the Troped Horror Google Doc. It's all explained there as well.

Requirements for your prompts:

A Horror Theme (there's a list in the google doc - these can be horror, Halloween, fall, but that's the general idea)

4 prompts (again, there's a list in the google doc)

At least 1 of the 4 prompts needs to be a "horror" prompt (again, there's a list)

Your chosen fandom (I've put a list of fandoms below the cut that I'm willing to write. If there's something not on the list, you could put that as a first choice and then have a backup from the list in case I don't know/don't write the fandom you chose)

A ship from your chosen fandom (could be romantic or non romantic, could be a group thing, could give me options if you want)

If you want to just give some of these requirements and/or a general idea, also cool! I may take it or combine it with something else or whatever.

Another prompt option is a song or lyrics with like a fandom or a ship or something. I like writing fics based on the vibes and/or lyrics of songs. You could also add a song/lyrics to your larger prompt as well for vibes if you want but that is not required.

Also as a disclaimer: just because you send me a prompt doesn't necessarily mean I'll write it. I am working and there's only so much time to write and if inspiration isn't striking, I'll do my best but I can't make any promises.

But yeah! It's been a while since I've had prompts open. Feel free to send me requests for batshit insane stuff too. I'm open to anything! Sending them as asks would be preferred and send as many as you want! :)

(also don't worry I'm planning to update Darling really soon too. I'm almost done the chapter)

Fandoms List (in no particular order, literally just the order I thought of them):

The 100

Narnia

New Girl

Julie and the Phantoms

Timeless

12 Monkeys

Pirates of the Caribbean

Brooklyn 99

Umbrella Academy

Parks and Recreation

iZombie

The Good Place

Superstore

Harry Potter

Marvel

The Hunger Games

Merlin

Derry Girls

Ghosts (CBS)

The Society

The Wilds

Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist

Percy Jackson Universe (I've only read the OG series and Heroes of Olympus, though)

Twlight

Shadowhunters

Once Upon a Time

Vampire Diaries

Descendants

How I Met Your Father

Shadow and Bone / Six of Crows

Bridgerton

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The Summer I Turned Pretty

There's probably others, so feel free to request something that's not on the list, but do please have a backup option just in case :)

#prompts #halloween prompts #writing prompts #send me requests!#troped horror #kee writes all the fics

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of-apollo · 3 months

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Hello, my love! If you're still doing the Ted Lasso ships, I would love for you to do one for me!

I'm a decently quiet and closed-off person when you first meet me, but once I get to know you, I become a little louder and more open. I don't enjoy social places; I prefer to stay at home most of the time, watching my favorite movies or TV shows—specifically, comedy movies or sitcoms!

My top three comedy movies are probably The Hangover, Superbad, and Rough Night and my top three sitcoms are Superstore, Community, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia!

I also really love reading. One of my favorite books would have to be 'A Room of One's Own' by Virginia Woolf. I am currently in uni studying English and philosophy with hopes of becoming an English teacher!

I'm around 5'3", with brown hair and green eyes. I normally wear colorful tights with a jean skirt, paired with either a baggy t-shirt or blouse. I'm Australian and Maltese. I speak Maltese around my family but, obviously, I speak English as well.

I am okay with being shipped with either gender! Thank you so much, and I hope you have a lovely day xx.

I ship you with Sam Obisanya!

Even though Sam does like to take you to gatherings, he is more than happy to stay at home and cuddle whenever you want.

Sam will happily watch anything with you. I feel like with sitcoms like Superstore he’d be the type to be like ‘wow this is dumb’ when he watches then in the middle of the day he’s randomly sending essay style texts about it.

You’d definitely have a shared bookshelf with all the classics and all of your favourites.

He’d be super supportive of your dreams and would find it adorable that you want to work with kids.

Sam would love hearing you speak Maltese and being a bit of a nerd, he’d definitely nag you to teach him some.

#sam obisanya x reader #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso ships #ship requests #anon #sorry for the delay lovely #also i love superstore lol #incredible mention

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moonah-rose · 3 months

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Thoughts on bbc ghosts bs American ghosts cause honestly I love both for different reasons and I feel like nobody gives them an equal chance

By bs do you mean vs?

It's like comparing apples and oranges to me because even though they're the same premise, they feel like very different shows.

US Ghosts feels more like a traditional zany sitcom where each week something random and crazy happens but gets resolved by the end of the episode happy enough. It's more plot based humor which is why the US version expands more on its Ghosts lore, like Heaven and Hell and different powers and types of Ghosts etc. The jokes are also a lot more fast and that's honestly it's biggest win for me that the writing can be very funny even if not every joke lands. It reminds me a lot of Superstore though maybe that's because Cheyanne is the car ghost.

To sum up, it's a decent and fun show, I really didn't like the first two episodes and I think a lot of people get put off by the toilet humor there but it really does get a lot better after that.

What I don't like is there's a lot more focus on romantic pairing up between the ghosts and this might be me as an ace girl but I love the UK version because of how strongly it is focused on found family and any pairings that crop up other than Alison x Mike are played for laughs or very much a background thing. The only ship I do like is Isaac and Nigel and I'll give the show massive credit for not just making a copy of Captain's "gay soldier" character but actually giving him a romantic partner that is his own character and part of his ongoing story and lgbt rep on tv, rather than another tragic bury your gays (not knocking Capvers before anyone comes for me! Just giving credit where its due that they didn't just repeat!).

Also as much as I find the lore exploration fun and imaginative, like I say it makes the show more about plot than characters which is why I'm just not attached as I am the UK ghosts and humans. As the UK version doesn't have any real fantasy elements outside of "ghosts exist" the focus comes more on watching their dynamics and exploring past traumas while the zany sitcom plots are more from Alison and Mike's epic failures to run a business. The UK version has slower jokes but hit harder as do the big emotional moments (sans the finale but I've said my thoughts there). And a show that both makes me laugh but also crushes my heart like a grape is always amazing.

Last big win for the UK version is, while Sam is adorable and I do prefer Jay a little over Mike for how much more effort he makes to bond with the ghosts - Alison is my chaos baby girl. Not saying Sam is too forgiving but if any of the ghosts had pulled the whole possessing shit on Christmas to Alison then there would have been Hell to pay.

#cbs ghosts #bbc ghosts

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metaphorical-goblin · 1 year

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I feel like I come up with a lot of AU ideas but I don’t think I have enough unhinged ideas, so here’s a few for you guys

- Cryptid x Cryptid. They’re both beings of myth, legend, and terror and now, thanks to budget cuts, they’re stuck terrorizing the same town

- Fishermen. That’s about it, but I think it’d be funny if one of them is like a born and bred fisherman and the other just bought these fancy waders and supplies (they’re flyfishers in this scenario btw)

- Superstore AU. Like the show Superstore. Put those lil guys in a Walmart

- Middle School AU. You see all these high school AUs, college AUs, well what happens if you put them in THE WORST PERIOD OF HUMAN EXISTENCE. WHAT HAPPENS THEN

- Robots in love. Are they secret robots? Who knows!

- Aquarium worker who’s really passionate about the fish x the mermaid performer person inside the tank that everyone keeps asking about INSTEAD OF THE COOL FISH (I actually thought of this one specifically for Narumitsu if you couldn’t tell and I honestly genuinely love it)

- Mall AU. Give them HORRIBLE KIOSKS and bad food court food

- Competitive Roller Derby AU

- Competitive Bowling Team AU

- Honestly just most competition things are probably good

- Failing Bed and Breakfast. Kind of a money pit situation, but it’s one of their passions so they have to put the work in and make it all worth it

- Parents/Parent figures (preferably arguing) taking a field trip group of children to a zoo

- One of them was an animal that got smooched and turned into a human (think Princess and the Frog) but the issue is that the animal was an actual animal and now the smoocher has to train the other to be an actual person, instead

- Secret billionaire. Gotta learn how to blend in with Not Billionaires without drawing too much suspicion

That’s all I have in the tank right now but I’d love to hear some of your ideas if you want to throw any on the pile

#otp aus #aus #horrible aus #but they might be fun #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #writing ideas #the Cryptid one really speaks to me but maybe that’s a personal preference

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victors-agere-spot · 5 months

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🌟 My favorite fictional cgs and my headcannons for them <333 (under the cut because it might be a lot lol)

💙- lets you play with his Tomme bear (maybe even his bass if you promise you'll be careful)

💙 Tom - eddsworld

💙- worries a lot about you being hurt or sad or scared, kinda has a stressed dad energy

💙- always happy to sing or play songs for you

💙- wants to hold you all the time, both because he wants to make sure to keep you safe, but also just because he likes it, even if it's just your hand

💙- really good at calming you down from meltdowns or nightmares

🐻‍❄️ Captain Barnacles - Octonauts

🐻‍❄️- loves taking you to see fish on little missions with him (as long as they're safe)

🐻‍❄️- always supper prepared, has all the gups stocked with your favorite snacks and things with the rest of the supplies

🐻‍❄️- gives really really good hugs and cuddles (polar bear strength)

🐻‍❄️- makes sure you're always eating and drinking good and just taking good care of you in general

🐻‍❄️- kind of spoils you honestly, he just really likes seeing you happy, gets you lots of gear and toys and whatever you ask for

🌸 Kelly - superstore

🌸- dresses you up so cute constantly, masc or fem, whatever you prefer (even if that varies day by day)

🌸- a huge pushover, physically incapable of saying no to you

🌸- her phone is full of pictures of you and all the drawings you make her, loves showing you off to all of her friends and bragging our her amazing baby

🌸- reads to you all the time, bedtime stories and lullabies, just all of it

🌸- knows all the names of your toys and all about them

#age regression #sfw agere #superstore agere #ew agere #octonauts #octonauts agere #agere headcanons #fictional cg

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eruden-writes · 1 year

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Lapine & Griar - Part 2 (Human x Werewolf)

Summary: When Lapine found herself lost in the woods, she didn't expect to run into a ranger caught in a trap. She especially didn't anticipate walking in on him - ahem - trying to relieve some Heat Night pressure.

After an awkward first meeting, Griar escorts Lapine back to his cabin, intent to head back out and enjoy some -thrope debauchery.

Will he find someone to ease the carnal heat? Or is he SOL and stuck with a human in his home?

[Previous] [Masterlist]

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Nudged right against the face of a cliffside, Griar’s cabin was everything Lapine expected on the outside. It looked like something out of a Thomas Kincaid painting. A log cabin, surrounded by vegetation on one side - a garden, maybe - and a pile of winter’s leftover firewood on the other. The positioning seemed odd, though. Flush against a cliffside?

When Lapine entered, she understood why.

It was like a ‘bigger on the inside’ situation and far more modern than she expected. A full kitchen to the right. A desk, with a computer, and some bookshelves to the left. Strewn about, there were bits and pieces she’d expect of someone living in the woods; traps, animal bones, fishing equipment. Knowing Griar’s profession and species, however, Lapine wondered if the little hoard was just items he found while on patrol.

It was the other half of the cabin that shocked her. The far wall of the cabin didn’t even exist. It was like it had been sheared off by the cliffside. In its place, a huge cavern loomed. A television, a couch, a pile of pillows, more bookshelves, a bookcase of what looked like board games, more odds and ends, and two corridors that led off to other areas.

“Those lead to other lycan rangers’ cabins.” Griar answered to her dumbstruck expression. He gave a shrug as he set his pack down by the computer. “Like wolves, we’re social. A lot of us even raise families while in the forest guard, too. Family legacy rangers are a thing.”

After Griar gave her a tour - briefly telling her to eat whatever she wanted from the kitchen, showing her where the bathroom was, and giving her the password for the tech-magic Wi-Fi - he disappeared down the cave corridor to his personal living space. Presumably to freshen up before getting his dick wet.

Lapine didn’t mind being left alone. In fact, she preferred it. It meant she could snoop around without feeling awkward about it. After pulling the charger from her bag and plugging in her phone, she poked about the kitchen. The cabinets housed mismatched dinnerware and the pantry held an assortment of dried goods. In the fridge, plant-based meat laden the shelves, interspersed with produce. She grabbed a yellow-orange nectarine, biting into it as she turned to the rest of the home.

Trodding into the cavern-esque side, her eye gleaned over the shelves with board games. The demographics ranged from simple little kid games to roleplay games with more complex objectives. There were adult games, with adult themes, but nothing worse than what you’d spot while walking the superstore toy aisles.

The books drew her next and there were quite a lot for a personal collection. Faintly, she wondered if most of them were left from previous inhabitants or donated to stock the cabins. Of all the bindings, however, one caught her eye.

Well, the author’s name caught her eye.

Griar Peterson.

Biting down on the nectarine and holding it in her mouth, Lapine wiped her hand off on her jeans before reaching for the book. Eyeing the cover, it seemed to be a series of research and memoir-like essays about flora, fauna, and even people in the area.

Flipping the book open, Lapine gleaned over the table of contents, before finding an essay that looked promising. Turning to the page, she held the book in one hand and read while her other hand went to the nectarine.

The passage she chose ended up being a personal account of searching for a child who disappeared while hiking with their family. Concerns grew the longer the search lasted, especially with no body to be found. Mountain lions are known for snatching smaller animals up, after all.

In the end, a mountain lion did, indeed, have the child. In a way. A nature-bound felithrope, she had lived her whole life in the wild and recently lost her kits. Driven with grief, she nabbed the kid, caring for it as her own.

In time, the rangers managed to return the child safely to their family and also get mental healthcare for the felithrope through an ursathrope therapist.

“What do you have there?” The words made Lapine jump from her spot on the couch. She didn’t even realize she had sat down while reading. She whipped around, staring over the back of the couch at a much cleaner Griar. He had traded his dirty, bur-covered, slightly bedraggled clothes for a fresh plaid button-up and dark jeans.

Griar’s eyes flicked down to the book, which Lapine held up like a barrier. He snorted, but a smirk curled at a corner of his lips. “Of all the books, you chose that one.”

“So?” Lapine frowned, trying to focus on his face. Those jeans hugged snug to his hips and thighs in a way that should’ve been illegal. Glancing down at the book, she flipped to the beginning of the passage she had just finished. She thought to mention what she had just finished, but ultimately decided against it. It would probably put a damper on his plans for the evening.

Instead, she settled on a vaguely curious, “I’m surprised you have time to write. Your job seems pretty intensive.”

“During the winter, the excitement dies down,” came his quick answer as he paced from window to window near the front, checking the locks and drawing the curtains closed. “Anyway, I’m going to go. Stay in this cavern, that way the other rangers know you’re my responsibility. Don’t wait up!”

And, just like that, Griar was slamming the door behind him, barefoot and heading off into festivities.

Lapine stared at the door after he was gone. Outside, faint howls and keening echoed through the night. A heat traced up her spine as she realized, with a jolt, that she was probably listening in on -thropes fucking. And Griar was going to be among them, soon.

Hunching her shoulders, Lapine tried to drive the thought from her mind with more reading.

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Four entries later and Lapine’s eyes burned with exhaustion. She set the book down on the arm of the couch and closed her eyes. Faint on the air, she thought she could hear a forest full of howling and caterwauling. It put ‘loud sex’ into perspective. Lapine pressed her lips together as she wondered just what the -thropes were getting up to out there.

Obviously, humping, but was it just one-to-one? Did they jump from partner to partner? Or was it a veritable orgy out there? Her cheeks warmed just considering the options. Maybe it depended on the individual’s preference.

She caught her bottom lip under her teeth, faintly wondering what Griar’s preference was. For a brief moment, the image of him in the midst of a writhing mass of nude bodies bloomed in her thoughts. Lapine groaned, throwing herself backward onto the couch and pressing her palms to her face. She wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye if she imagined further. Not to mention, if he could scent her while hanging upside down in a tree, he could certainly catch a whiff of horny human.

The heat in her lower belly burned, though. It’d just get worse the longer she ignored it.

Lapine sighed, one hand trailing down her front as the other curled into the crux of her neck and shoulder. Griar wouldn’t be back tonight. He said so himself.

Surely, it was safe to indulge herself.

Her hand slipped beneath her waistband and slid beneath her panties. As soon as her fingers teased through her slit, slick coated her fingertips. Her toes curled into the cushion of the couch, inhaling sharply. Lapine hadn’t realized she’d been this worked up.

Closing her eyes, she considered her usual fantasies. When she’d focus on one, however, golden-green eyes would intrude. Lapine swallowed, her fingernails digging a little into her neck as she imagined sharp canines skirting her vulnerable flesh. That thought led to wondering what scraggly stubble, just a bit shy of being called a beard, would feel like against her throat, her breasts, her thighs. Her body tingled, just imagining the sensations, coupling them with the thought of nipping teeth and a languid tongue.

Her chest rose and fell, heavily, as her hand at her neck trailed down her chest. Through her shirt and her bra, she groped at her breast. Would he be gentle or rough? Would he scrape his teeth against her nipple, before sucking hard? Or lap at it gently, coaxing gentle moans from her?

Lapine tried not to focus on the ‘he’ she was imagining.

What would it be like, she wondered as her fingers swirled slowly around her clit, to be pinned down by large, calloused hands? To have hips needily roll against her, an erection straining against the fabric separating them?

Her body throbbed at the thoughts, toes curling into the couch cushion. Involuntarily, her hips jerked up, seeking a dick that was only in her thoughts. Against her fingertips, her clit became a hard nub, burning with sensitivity.

Short, breathless huffs caught in her throat, her muscles tensing and her inner walls flexing, wanting penetra-

A key rattling in the door yanked Lapine from her fantasy. She gasped, quickly pulling her hand from her pants and pushing herself into a sitting position. Her eyes snapped to the door just as Griar pushed it open.

In the split second she saw him, he didn’t look much different. There were no dirt marks or scuffs or - from what she saw - scratches. He looked as clean as he did when he left. The second thing she noticed was the scowl of frustration on his lips.

The look only lasted a second. Even from the couch, she could hear him inhale deeply through his nose. His gaze snapped up, immediately on her. Shame at being caught clenched at her stomach, but an anticipatory heat licked up her spine.

Almost immediately, Griar threw himself backwards, out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Lapine stared, her heart thrumming and breath still ragged from adrenaline. What just happened?

Outside, back pressed against the wall near the door, Griar crouched. His chest heaved, still taunted by the aroma of pheromones. He clenched his eyes shut, running crooked fingers through his hair. The image of Lapine, flushed and breathing hard, teased him further.

“Griar?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin with her soft voice eked through the door. He couldn’t help noticing the tinge of breathlessness still on her words.

“Don’t,” he growled, fingernails digging into his scalp. “What were you doing?”

Lapine paused on the other side of the door. Heat flared across her cheeks again, but it wasn’t like she could lie. He already knew. “Masturbating.”

“I figured that, but wh-” Griar cut himself off. It was a heat night. Pheromones were heavy in the air and he had told her what he was going to go do. Humans were prone to carnal desires, just like -thropes, and he wasn’t exactly coy with his plans for the evening. He shook his head roughly. “Nevermind. Don’t answer that.”

“I’m sorry.” Lapine winced to herself. She hadn’t expected him to come back, hadn’t expected to see him until he’d been sufficiently satisfied. Judging from his reaction, however, she’d been wrong. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Just… just get away from the door,” he sighed. The scent of her, so close and unclaimed for the evening, raked over his skin. “I can take care of this myself.”

Lapine pressed her lips together, debating with herself, before finally asking, “What if I help you?”

Griar fell so quiet on the other side of the door, Lapine wondered if he left. She jumped when he finally replied, “You’re not obligated to help me, timid rabbit.”

Lapine frowned and, this time, she cracked the door open. Griar’s head snapped to the opening door, eyes wide. A red flush tinted his cheeks and it seemed his stubble had grown just a little thicker. She only opened the door a crack, so he could see her eyes and her serious expression. “What if I want to help? One-hundred percent of my own volition.”

But that small crevice of space was enough to wash her scent over him again. His nose flared, unable to fight the temptation of inhaling her aroma. Hunger burned in his gut, worsened by the fact he’d been wandering out in the woods full of fucking -thropes. Muscles in his jaw flexed, his eyes nearly glowing in the night.

Various reasons swarmed his thoughts, despite the red haze of hormones. She was a human and, therefore, fragile. But he’d known other lycans bed humans without issue. It was just a matter of being careful and listening. How could he be sure she wasn’t offering out of a sense of duty, though? Maybe she felt guilty for leaving him hanging in the tree or she felt bound to help him, since he was doing his job and helping her. In an effort to get hold of himself, Griar’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, enough to be painful but not enough to bleed.

“Look, you seemed pretty excited for tonight and I know it kind’ve sucks to have to sit with a burning horniness.” Like an itch you could scratch, successfully. Oh yeah, she’d been there plenty of times. “You seem like a good person and you’re attractive, so - unless you don’t want me - I’m offering.”

#monster man #werewolf #lycan #lycanthrope #human x werewolf #human x monster #exophilia #exo writing #lapine #griar #this is all I have written of this old story thus far #there's some smut planned #then after that idk where I was going to head with it #Lapine would visit Griar :P #I think I toyed with the idea of a slime person (or Dixxie) joining in #Lapine and Griar would basically be like “this is only casual right? or is it something else” feels

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