I would like to take a moment and wish the man that has helped me so much since I found out about supernatural. Mr Jared Tristan Padalecki, the funny thing about how he’s helped me is that he’ll never know, But even so I want to thank him anyway for making AKF and for showing us that even if you do have trouble in your life or demons in your life don’t let it get you down. We love you Jared have a great birthday.
I came across a tumblr post about how Felicia Day said in an interview her least favorite episode to film was the one where she died. She detailed that while filming the scene in the bathroom she kept looking to the window and thought “Charlie could fit through that window.”
She even measured it, but every time she tried to explain the various plot holes and how Charlie definitely could have made it, she was told “No, [Charlie] has to die.”
So, I figured I’d just make a little comic to “fix” this plot hole and give us all a version where Charlie lives at the end.
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It wasn’t as if you were actively trying to avoid it, it just hadn’t… happened yet. And the longer it didn’t happen, the more it felt like it never would.
“Are you sure?”
Sam was different from any man you’d ever met. Strong and handsome, brave and clever. He was a superhero without a cape, saving people, making the world a better place. The fact that he was for some reason smitten with you was beyond a dream, and every day it became more real, more perfect.
“I think so…”
Being with him was terrifying but right. He was too good, too pure, too incredible. To think that he loved you… it was hard to fathom. And yet, he waited for you. Every night, he would kiss your lips and shut your light, walk back down the hall and text you goodnight. He would hold your hand every time he could, reaching for you in his darkest moments, and clinging to you in the happier times.
“We don’t have to if you’re not ready…”
Sam pushed up on his strong arms and looked down with a soft smile. Strands of chestnut hair fell into his eyes and you reached up to right them, tucking them gently behind each ear.
“I want to, Sam,” you whispered, barely able to say the words out loud. “I do.”
He kissed you then, sweet and deep. Hidden beneath the sheet, you felt his hand glide down your body and gently press between your thighs, urging them to part. You opened to him and Sam licked at your lips, distracting you while nudging at your pussy with the tip of his cock.
“This might hurt,” he breathed, pulsing slowly at your entrance. “I can stop if you want.”
Reaching down, you grabbed at his hips and dragged him forward. “Don’t… don’t stop…”
