#her name is eve 😮‍💨

[dinaliaky]

[misahyochaeng]

Can we get a momo car smut? it would suit her scene in the Strategy mv 😮‍💨

Let Me Into Your Heart. 🎄

tw - fluff, angst, smut, car sex, idol x idol!reader, tenth member reader, friends to (?), cunnilingus, bi-curious!reader, implied cheating/breakup, fingering, first time with a girl, praise kink.

note: a lil christmas gift for yall!!! enjoy

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“Should we get more popcorn?” Chaeyoung asked as she shook around the unpopped kernels in the ceramic bowl they had all been using. All ten eyes fixated on the TV screen that was displaying the movie “Home Alone.” It had become a group tradition to watch it every christmas-eve.

“Chaeyoung, this is our fifth bag, we’re gonna run out of popcorn before this movie is even finished.” Jihyo scolded lightly as she sat on Sana’s lap, the Japanese girl toying and twirling with some locs of Jihyo’s hair. “Well it’s not my fault some people here aren’t saving some popcorn for the rest of us!” Chaeyoung argued as she eyed you and Momo, a pout of her face as she sulked with furrowed brows. Momo stuck her tongue out and mocked the girl while you stuck your middle finger out and pouted, some banter immersing you all as the movie continued on.

Your phone buzzed.

Jisung: “Y/N, can we talk?.”

The playful banter continued for a few moments before your phone buzzed again, louder this time, cutting through the sound of the movie. You glanced down at the screen, your heart sinking slightly at the message:

Jisung: “Please, it’s serious.”

For the past few days, he'd been distant—barely answering texts, no late-night calls after hard weeks of recording, no cute emojis or "I miss you" messages. Nothing. The sudden flood of unease gnawed at your popcorn filled stomach. You weren’t sure if it was the holiday season or the amount of unaligned schedules, but the weight of his absence had started to feel heavier than usual.

Momo, sitting beside you, noticed the subtle shift in your mood. She glanced at your phone and then back at you, her expression softening. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly, her voice laced with concern, her hand caressing yours with her thumb.

You froze for a moment, suddenly aware of how tense your shoulders had become. You didn’t want to dive into it now—not with everyone here, not on Christmas Eve. You forced a smile, but it felt brittle, like it might break at any moment. "Yeah... I'm fine. I’m just gonna step outside for a bit. I'll be right back."

Momo looked at you for a second longer, her brow furrowed, but she didn’t press. She knew better than to push too hard when you weren’t ready to talk. "Alright. Let me know if you need anything," she said softly, her eyes staying on you for a moment before you stood up and headed for the door.

You made your way down the hallway, the muffled sound of laughter from the living room fading behind you. The cold air hit your face as you stepped outside, the sudden silence almost suffocating. You unlocked your phone again, reading Jisung’s message over and over:

Jisung: “Call me. I need to tell you now.”

A chill ran through you, though not from the shivering cold. Serious? What did that even mean? You stared at the screen, fingers frozen in place. Part of you didn’t want to know the answer, but you couldn’t ignore it. You needed to hear it from him, even though you already had a sinking feeling in your gut.

Taking a shaky breath, you tapped his name, a little white heart next to it. The phone rang twice, then he picked up. His voice was different—distant, quieter than usual.

"Hey," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, but it cracked slightly. "Hey," Jisung replied, but there was something in his tone—hesitation? Nervousness? You couldn’t tell.

You swallowed, trying to shake off the dread creeping into your chest. "What’s going on? Is everything alright?" There was a long pause before he spoke again, his voice even more strained now. "I... I think we need to talk."

The words hung in the air, and your heart skipped a beat. We need to talk—you knew what that meant. You felt the air go still, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “About what?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

He let out a long breath, like he was trying to find the right words. “I don’t think we’re... I don’t think we’re right for each other anymore,” he said, his voice barely audible now. “I think it’s time we... end things.”

You couldn’t breathe for a second. The words stung in a way you hadn’t expected. You felt your chest tighten, the cold air no longer offering any relief. “Jisung, no...” you managed to whisper, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. You had expected this to come, but hearing it... it still hurt.

There was silence on the other end for a long moment, and then he sighed. "I’m sorry. I just... I think it’s better this way." The words felt like a slap in the face, and the world seemed to tilt beneath your feet. It was Christmas Eve. You had been hoping, maybe even pretending, that things could be fixed, that it was just a rough patch. But this... this was the final word.

You tried to steady your breath, but it felt impossible. Please, you thought. Just don’t let it end like this.

"Jisung, please... don’t do this," you whispered, your voice cracking despite your best effort to keep it steady. "We can fix this. I know we can. Just... talk to me. Please." There was a long silence on the other end, and you could almost feel the distance growing between you, stretching wider and wider. His voice finally broke through, distant and emotionless. "I’ve already talked to my company," he said, each word heavier than the last. "They’re going to issue a statement tomorrow. It’s already been decided."

A statement. Your chest tightened. Your throat felt like it was closing. "A statement?" you echoed, almost laughing at how absurd it sounded, but the bitter edge to your voice made it clear you weren’t finding any humor in it. "You’re not just ending things, Jisung. You’re... you’re making it official with a statement?"

“I can’t keep doing this,” he said, and there was a finality to it. Something in his tone said this wasn’t a conversation anymore—it was a conclusion. A chapter closing. “This... it’s for the best.” The words stabbed at you like a thousand needles. For the best? How could this be for the best?

“No,” you whispered, your heart pounding. “No, Jisung. I don’t want this. I can’t just... let you go. Not like this. You can’t make a decision like that without even trying—please.” You squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to pull yourself together, but you were barely holding on. “We can talk about it. We can fix this. Please.”

“I’ve thought about it, and I know this is what’s best for both of us,” he replied, but his words felt like they were slipping away from you, becoming less real with every breath. There was no room for anything else, no space for the love you’d shared. Just cold, emotionless distance. A lump formed in your throat as you pressed your palm to your forehead, trying to stop the tears from coming. "But I love you," you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I don’t want to let you go. Please don’t do this. I can’t—"

He sighed. It was long and exhausted, like he was done explaining, done trying to make you understand. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft but final, like he was already saying goodbye. “I think it’s better this way. I really do.”

"No," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, your entire body trembling. *Please, don’t hang up. Please, don’t leave me with just this.* "Please... please just listen to me, Jisung. We can work through it. We can—"

But before you could finish, there was a sharp click.

The call ended.

You stared at your phone, your hand shaking, the empty screen glaring back at you as if mocking your attempts to hold it together. The cold air outside suddenly felt suffocating, and you clutched the phone in your hand, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in your chest.

He was gone. Just like that.

A familiar voice cut through the cold silence.

“Y/N, the girls told me to bring you a jacket, Jihyo didn’t want you catching a co—”

Momo stopped mid-sentence when she saw you, her words faltering as she took in the sight of you standing there. Your face was pale, eyes swollen and red, and your nose was bright from the cold, but it was clear—it wasn’t the cold that had made you look this way.

Her breath caught in her chest. She could see it in your eyes—something had shattered, and it wasn’t just the chill of the night.

You didn’t speak, just stood there, looking like you were trying to hold yourself together, but barely. Momo’s heart twisted as she saw how small you seemed, how lost you were.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, instinctively, Momo stepped forward, her voice soft but full of concern. “Y/N…”

You didn’t respond. You just looked at her, your lips trembling, and that was all it took for Momo to close the distance between you. She didn't ask any more questions, not yet—she just shrugged the jacket off her shoulders and wrapped it around you, the thick wool lining offering warmth against your skin. The smell of her perfume, the faintest trace of something sweet and familiar, clung to the jacket, mixing with the cold air around you.

She pulled you closer, wrapping her arms around you, her hands warm against your trembling body. For a few seconds, she just held you, letting the silence settle between you. She could feel the tension in your body—the way you were trying to hold it all in, like you were waiting for something to change.

Momo didn’t know what to say. The words felt like they were stuck in her throat, but one thing she did know: you needed her, and that was enough for now.

Her thumb brushed softly across your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn’t even realize had fallen. She took a deep breath, her voice breaking the silence, but barely above a whisper. “What happened?” Her words were careful, like she didn’t want to push you too hard. "Y/N, please talk to me."

You closed your eyes, the pain in your chest threatening to crush you with each breath you took. You shook your head as if to shake off the reality of it. “He… he ended it. Just like that.”

Her arms tightened around you, but she didn’t say anything for a moment. She just let you keep talking, keep processing.

“He… said it was for the best. That it’s over. That we’re over.” You choked on the last words, your throat so tight you could barely breathe. “He’s already talking to his company, Momo. They’re going to release a statement tomorrow…” You trailed off, your voice barely audible, and your hands gripped the edges of the jacket she’d wrapped around you as if it were the only thing anchoring you to reality.

Momo’s chest ached as she heard your words, her heart breaking for you. She knew you and Jisung had been going through something, but this? This felt so final. Her fingers brushed against your hair gently, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You just shook your head, unable to say anything more. The weight of everything was too much, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself lean into her warmth. Momo held you like she’d never let you go, like she could protect you from all of this pain, even though she knew she couldn’t. But she would be here. She would always be here.

Momo gently pulled away, but kept her hands on your arms, her voice soft but insistent. “Okay, listen to me. We’re gonna get through this,” she said, her tone more confident now, though there was still a quiver of concern underneath. “I’m gonna go talk to the girls. We’ll come up with something. I’ll take you out for a little drive, get some air. You deserve that right now, okay?”

You didn’t have the energy to argue. You just nodded, still trying to breathe through the ache in your chest. Momo squeezed your shoulders before rushing back inside to join the others.

Momo burst back into the living room, still feeling the weight of the moment. The girls glanced up at her, noticing her flushed cheeks and the wild, panicked look in her eyes. Before anyone could say anything, Momo blurted out, “It’s over. She... he ended it. It’s over.”

The words hit the room like a bomb, and the girls froze. For a second, no one moved. Then, a beat later, Nayeon looked up from her phone, her eyes wide. “Wait, wait—what?” She blinked rapidly, trying to process. “Momo, have you seen a ghost? What’s happening?” Momo groaned, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “I’m serious, Nayeon. It’s over. Y/N’s heartbroken, and I... I don’t know what to do. She’s falling apart, and I just—” She shook her head, cutting herself off. “I need to fix this.”

Jihyo looked up from her seat with a knowing smile, trying to calm Momo down. “We’re not saying you have to fix everything, Momo. But you can’t do it alone.”

“Right,” Sana added, her voice light with a teasing tone. “You need help. You’ve been practically obsessed with Y/N for months. It's okay, we see it.” Momo’s face turned beet red, her hands flailing in the air as she tried to brush off their comments. “I... I’m just trying to help her. This is about her, not me!” She was still panicking, but it was clear from her flushed face and darting eyes that they were right. She liked you. She always had.

Chaeyoung gave her a knowing look, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Momo… you do know this is just a breakup, right?”

Momo froze. “What do you mean? Of course it’s just a breakup—what else could it be?!” she said, waving her arms dramatically. Sana, eyes twinkling, smirked. “Momo, we’ve been watching you two for months now. The way you look at her? You think we didn’t notice? Please.”

“Yeah, you’ve practically been ready to confess,” Jihyo added, crossing her arms. “Except you keep getting interrupted by work or... Y/N’s boyfriends or whatever.” Momo’s face went bright red. “What? No! I—I’m just—what?!" Her hands flailed in the air even harder now, like she was trying to swat the conversation away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m just trying to make her feel better, okay? She’s my best friend. That’s all.”

Chaeyoung leaned back into the couch, crossing her arms with an exaggerated sigh. “Sure. Best friend. And you want to make her feel better because...?”

Sana and Jihyo both shot Momo a knowing look, and Momo groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “Okay, fine! Fine, I like her. But that doesn’t matter right now! She’s hurting, and I need to figure out how to help her.”

“Look,” Jihyo said, leaning forward with a smirk. “It’s okay. We’ve all been in your shoes at some point.” She paused dramatically, glancing at the others. “Well, not everyone.” She shot a look at Sana, who rolled her eyes.

But now wasn’t the time for that. “I’m taking her out for a drive. She needs to clear her head,” Momo said quickly, trying to regain control of the situation. “I’m gonna be there for her. I just... I need to get her to feel better, okay?”

Chaeyoung leaned back on the couch, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. “Oh, so now we’re trying to get her to feel better. What happened to the Momo who was all, ‘We’re just friends’? Huh? You’ve got it bad, don’t you?”

Momo’s face went even redder, but before she could respond, Jihyo stepped in, holding up a bar of chocolate with a smirk. “Here, Momo,” she said, tossing it to her. “You’re gonna need this. Chocolate fixes everything.”

Momo caught the chocolate, but she barely acknowledged it, her mind still racing; then she blinked, momentarily distracted by the random appearance of chocolate in Jihyo’s pocket. “...Wait, did you just have that in your pocket this whole time?”

Jihyo smirked, unwrapping another bar she had stored. “Never leave home without it.”

“Oh you’re weird.. anyways, right. I’ve got this. I’ll take her for a drive, talk things through... Just... make her feel better. Mission: Help Y/N Feel Better is a go.” She gave a dramatic sigh, half-exasperated, half-hoping she wasn’t totally messing this up.

The girls all nodded in unison, giving her supportive smiles.

Momo quickly turned toward the door, but not before shooting one last glance at the girls, her mind still racing. "Thanks, guys."

The scene shifted, and suddenly, Momo was standing with you at the front door. The moment of action felt strangely quiet between you two, almost like you were both holding your breath.

“So...” Momo started awkwardly, holding the strings of her hoodie inbetween her fingers like it might help steady her. “I thought... maybe we could just go for a little drive? Clear our heads. Get away from all of this for a bit.”

You stood there for a second, still processing everything, feeling the cold air against your cheeks. You glanced at her, your eyes tired, but you nodded.

“Yeah,” you whispered, forcing a weak smile. “That sounds... good.”

Momo hesitated, her hands fidgeting with her hoodie before she stuffed her hands in its pockets. Her heart skipped. It was like it was happening too fast, but also, it was the only thing that made sense. You needed comfort, and she needed to be there for you. That’s all she could do right now.

“Alright,” Momo said, almost to herself, trying to regain her composure. “Let’s go.” And with that, the door clicked closed behind you both, the world outside waiting—neither of you knowing exactly how the night would unfold, but knowing you wouldn’t be facing it alone.

Momo opened the car door for you, her hands steady but her mind racing. “Here,” she said softly, offering a warm smile as you slid into the seat. She closed the door gently behind you before walking around to the driver’s side, sliding in and starting the engine. She glanced at you with a playful smile. “You want the heater on?”

You groggily nodded, your body shivering slightly from the cold air outside. The warmth of the car hit you almost immediately, flushing through you like a wave, and you let out a small sigh of relief.

Momo reached into the backseat, pulling out a thick, cozy-looking blanket. She held it up to you, her brow furrowed in mock seriousness. “Do you always just keep this here?”

You raised an eyebrow at her teasing. “Do you want it or not?” Momo shot back, her lips puckered in that endearing way she did when she was being playful.

You giggled softly, nodding. “Fine, I’ll take it.”

With a smile, she wrapped the blanket around you, tucking it in carefully, her hands brushing against your arms as she did. You let out a pleased sigh, sinking deeper into the warmth.

Momo buckled up, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway, her focus now on the road ahead. The quiet hum of the engine filled the car, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You watched the side windows begin to fog up, your breath a little heavier, as you gazed out at the Christmas decorations twinkling in the distance. Couples walked hand-in-hand, laughing under the soft glow of holiday lights, and for a moment, you forgot how cold it had been outside, lost in the warmth of the car.

But then, just as quickly as it came, the thought of him slipped into your mind. It had been your second Christmas together. Your second Christmas you wouldn’t get to share with him again. The ache in your chest returned, the holiday cheer around you somehow making it worse.

Momo broke the silence before it could consume you. “Are you thinking about him again?” she asked bluntly, glancing over at you.

You froze for a second, caught off guard, then quickly lied. “No,” you said, forcing a small smile as you looked away from her.

Momo didn’t miss the way you stiffened, the shift in your expression. She knew. Her voice softened, but there was something else there, something sharp. “He never really deserved you.”

The way she said it made something in your chest tighten. There was an odd tone in her voice—something... almost like jealousy? You looked over at her, trying to make sense of it, but before you could ask, she continued, rambling softly as if trying to hide the edge in her words.

“He was an ass, Y/N. Seriously. No one should treat you the way he did. You deserve so much more than that...”

You couldn’t help it. You teased, your lips curling into a small grin. “Are you sure you’re not the one going through the breakup?”

Momo’s eyes widened in surprise before she laughed softly, her usual playful nature returning. “I’m just... sympathizing,” she said, her tone light but with a hint of something deeper you couldn’t quite place.

You softened, your expression turning more serious. “Thank you, Momo.”

The silence fell again, but this time, it felt different. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just two people, driving through the night, each lost in their own thoughts but sharing the same space, the same moment. The world outside was busy, filled with lights and laughter, but here, in the car, there was only warmth and quiet.

After a few more minutes of driving, Momo pulled into a small coffee shop parking lot. The warm glow of the shop’s windows was inviting, and the smell of coffee and cocoa drifted in the air. Momo shifted the car into park and turned to you, her smile returning. “Let’s go get some hot cocoa. You look like you could use it.”

You stared at the coffee shop happily, a soft smile tugging at your lips. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been craving something sweet, something to distract you from the ache that had been gnawing at your chest.

With a quick nod, you unbuckled your seatbelt, excitement bubbling up inside you. “I love hot cocoa,” you said, practically bouncing in your seat.

Momo chuckled at your enthusiasm, rolling her eyes playfully as you quickly hopped out of the car, your steps light. “You’re like a little kid,” she teased, but there was affection in her voice.

You didn’t care. For the first time all night, you felt a little lighter, and Momo was the reason for it.

As you both stepped into the coffee shop, the cozy atmosphere immediately embraced you. The air was filled with the scent of coffee, cinnamon, and a hint of peppermint. The place was decorated with twinkling lights, a large tree in the corner sparkling with gold and red ornaments, and little touches of holiday cheer all around. The soft hum of Christmas music played in the background, making everything feel warm and festive.

Momo walked up to the counter and ordered the Christmas special hot cocoa—whipped cream topped with little Christmas sprinkles, the kind that made you feel like you were inside a snow globe. When the drinks arrived, she handed one to you with a smile.

You took a sip, and the sweetness hit you almost immediately, the warmth of the cocoa comforting you in ways you didn’t expect. A wide smile spread across your face, and Momo watched, amused.

She giggled softly, her eyes crinkling with affection. “You’re adorable,” she mumbled under her breath, watching you with a soft expression. Then, without warning, she pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture.

You blinked, caught off guard but still smiling, and struck a playful pose, holding up your mug like a model. You giggled at yourself as Momo put the phone down, her eyes still fixed on you.

“I probably look so bad right now,” you said, rubbing your eyes lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Momo quickly shook her head, her voice a little too loud in her rush to correct you. “Don’t say that! You’re always pretty, Y/N.” The words slipped out awkwardly, and she immediately flushed, her cheeks turning pink.

You couldn’t help but tease her. “Aww, you’re so sweet, Momo,” you said, your voice teasing as you grinned. “You’re totally in love with me, aren’t you?”

Momo sulked, slumping in her chair and crossing her arms, clearly embarrassed. “Shut up,” she muttered, hiding her face behind her mug. “You’re such a brat.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence, sipping your drinks. Then, just as the moment started to feel peaceful, Momo reached into the pocket of her hoodie. She paused for a moment before pulling out the chocolate Jihyo had given her earlier. She placed it on the table, shoving it toward you.

“Wowww, so charming,” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you picked up the chocolate, unwrapping it with a playful smile.

Momo rolled her eyes dramatically, but she was secretly pleased. “Shut up, just take it,” she muttered.

You bit into the chocolate, letting out a hum of delight at the rich flavor. “Mmm, this is so good,” you sighed, before raising an eyebrow. “Aren’t these Jihyo’s chocolates?”

Momo hesitated for a second, her cheeks flushing again. “Uh... yeah... but she said I could have it... or something...” she trailed off, clearly not wanting to elaborate.

You smirked, teasing her again. “Sure you didn’t just steal it, huh?”

She quickly changed the topic, eager to avoid the embarrassment. “Okay, okay. Let’s go for another drive. There are some really cute light displays I wanted to show you. You’ll love them.”

You finished your cocoa with a smile, feeling lighter than before, and nodded eagerly. “I’m in,” you said, excited again. “Lead the way!”

Momo stood up and grabbed her jacket, offering her hand out to you with a smile. “Alright, let’s get out of here. The lights are waiting.”

You slipped your hand into hers, and together, you stepped out into the chilly night air, the car ride ahead feeling like the perfect distraction, filled with warmth, laughter, and—maybe even a little bit of magic.

Momo sat in the driver’s seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as you climbed back into the car. Your cheeks were flushed from the cold, but your eyes sparkled, still captivated by the lights you had just seen.

“These lights are so pretty,” you said softly, glancing out the window at the glow illuminating the snowy streets. Turning to her, you added with a small smile, “This is really nice... especially because I’m with you.”

Momo’s fingers twitched against the steering wheel, her heart skipping a beat. She tried to steady her breath, her eyes briefly flicking to yours before darting back to the road. “Really?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

You nodded, resting your hands in your lap. “Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this... peaceful.”

She wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in her throat. Just as she gathered the courage to speak, your phone buzzed, breaking the fragile moment. You sighed, pulling it out and staring at the screen. Jisung. Your stomach twisted as you hesitated, but ultimately, you answered.

“Hello?” Your voice lacked its usual warmth.

On the other end, Jisung’s tone was sharp and frustrated. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

“What’s left to talk about?” you replied, exhaustion lacing your words. “You broke up with me today, Jisung. On Christmas Eve.”

“I didn’t mean for it to be like that!” he snapped, his voice rising. “But you never listen to me—”

His words blurred together as your chest tightened, the overwhelming weight of the day catching up to you. You blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears burning your eyes. “I don’t have the energy for this,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible. But before you could say more, Momo leaned over and gently, but firmly, took the phone from your hand.

“She’s busy,” Momo said sharply into the receiver, her tone calm but edged with steel. Without waiting for a response, she hung up and set the phone down on the dashboard. You stared at her, stunned. “Momo, you didn’t have to do that—”

“Yes, I did,” she interrupted, her jaw tightening. Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, the intensity there made you forget to breathe. “He doesn’t get to talk to you like that. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Her voice was steady, but there was a tremble in her hands that gave her away. “You deserve so much more than someone who makes you feel like this, Y/N. Someone who cares about you, who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You swallowed hard, her words striking something deep within you. “Momo...”

Her eyes softened, and she looked down at her lap, exhaling slowly. “If it were me,” she continued, her voice quieter now, “I’d treat you better than that.”

Her confession lingered in the air, heavy and unspoken until now. Your heart raced, and you turned to fully face her, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah?” Momo froze, realizing the weight of what she’d just said. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet yours, her vulnerability laid bare. “Yeah,” she admitted, her voice barely audible but sure.

The silence between you thickened, the atmosphere in the car charged. Outside, the city lights sparkled in the distance, but neither of you noticed.

“I want to kiss you right now,” Momo blurted, her voice cutting through the quiet. Your lips curved into the faintest smile, and you tilted your head slightly. “So do it.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she hesitated. Then, she leaned in, her hand trembling as it came to rest gently against your cheek. Her lips brushed yours softly at first, testing, before pressing more firmly. The kiss was warm, tender, and filled with an unspoken emotion that made your heart ache in the best way.

The faint taste of chocolate and strawberry lingered between you, and when she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours. Her eyes fluttered open, searching yours nervously.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. You smiled, your fingers brushing against her cheek as you leaned closer. “Then don’t stop now.”

Her lips curved into a shy smile before she kissed you again, the city lights twinkling behind you as the night finally felt like Christmas.

The kiss deepened slowly, the initial tenderness giving way to something more urgent, more desperate. Momo’s hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair as she tilted her head to press closer. Her lips moved against yours with a quiet, restrained passion, as though she had been holding herself back for far too long but was afraid of overwhelming you.

Your hand found its way to her shoulder, gripping the fabric of her hoodie as if grounding yourself in the moment. Her other hand rested on your waist, fingers splayed like she couldn’t get enough of the feel of you under her touch.

The warmth in the car seemed to rise, the windows fogging slightly as her lips parted against yours, and you felt her breath mix with your own. There was a soft, almost inaudible sound from her throat, a hum of satisfaction that sent a shiver through you.

Your body leaned into hers instinctively, the space between you shrinking until there was hardly any left, swinging your legs over to straddle her lap. The kiss grew more insistent, her lips moving with a rhythm that felt like a conversation without words. She pulled you closer, and your chest pressed against hers, the tension thick and electric.

When you broke apart for air, both of you were breathing heavily, your faces still inches apart. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with something raw and unfiltered that made your pulse race. Her thumb brushed against your jaw as if she couldn’t stop touching you, and her lips were slightly swollen, glistening from the kiss.

“Momo…” you whispered, your voice trembling with both nerves and anticipation.

Her eyes flicked to your lips, and she exhaled shakily. “I—” she began, but words seemed to fail her as her gaze returned to yours, her need palpable in the way her hands tightened their hold on you. “I want you.” she bit her lip lightly, “Please?”

You nodded lightly and she didn’t waste any time, latching onto your neck, a needy groan escaping her lips as she bit onto your skin. “Fuck, Momo..” you whined.

She continues to suck on your neck, her hands roaming under your shirt to toy with your chest almost possessively. She breaks away slightly, panting, "Let’s go to the back..."

You nod and she climbs into the backseat after you, a lustfilled glint in her eyes. She closes the door and locks it, ensuring privacy. She turns to face you, her gaze intense, yet you could see the slight nervousness on it. "Take off your shirt..."

You slip off your jacket before taking off your shirt, revealing your black bra that’s decorated with lace at the hems, Momo’s mouth practically drooled at the sight, “You’re so beautiful..” she muttered before pulling you closer, she pushed you down softly onto the cars door as she hovered over your body, kissing from your collarbone to your chest, swiftly unlatching your bra, almost like muscle memory.

She cursed under her breath at the sight of your bare chest and didn’t waste any time to latch on, putting her swollen lips onto one of your hardened nipples, a sensitive moan escaping your lips as your hands tangled onto her black hair, she hummed in delight, “Gosh Y/N-ie, you taste so good..” you whimpered as you grinded your clothed center on her thigh, a pout on your lip as you carressed her head.

“No ones fucked you like this before, no?” she kept sucking your tits as her hands fiddled on the buttons of your jeans. You shook your head, “Bet that shit-head of your boyfriend couldn’t make you feel good.” she bit softly onto your nipple, you threw your head back slightly. “Hnngh— n-no…” Momo chuckled softly “Yeah? couldn’t make your pretty cunt feel good?”

She digged her hand through your pants and began toying on your swollen clit through your underwear, “Couldn’t… satisfy me.—Nngh.”

“Gosh, you’re so wet, baby, so fucking cute, can’t wait to feel you inside me.” she smirked against your skin, leaving a path of wet kisses all over your collarbone and breasts. “Please, i need it Momo..”

“Yeah? you need me inside you? Fuck..” she slowly dipped her fingers in your wet cunt, moving your panties to the side as she tested the waters, letting you adjust to her length, you could see in her face she was holding back—holding back the urge to absolutely ruin you with her fingers, make you forget the existence of that shitty man from how good she was making that pussy feel.

She curled her fingers in deeper, her palm rubbing your clit from time to time, she pressed her lips on yours in a hungry kiss, a low husky growl leaving her lips as your moans vibrated against them, your sounds were like a vivid symphony to her, she craved more and more, the touch of your skin, the wetness and tight squeeze around her length, the smell of slight musk covered by your fruity perfume—she craved it all.

“Gosh i’ve wanted this for so long. I crave you, Y/N.” she moved her fingers in figure eights, “Wanted you so badly—wanted to have you like this.” she kissed your neck as she curled her fingers, inching them even deeper now, “Fuck—! Momo.. It feels so good!” she chuckled before speeding up her pace again, the muscles on her forearm flexing at every thrust. “Yeah? Unnie fucks your pussy good, right?”

“So fucking good—Gosh, fuckfuck fuck! Momo..” She practically ripped your pants off you, the garment flying somewhere to the passenger seat, your panties coming off with it too. “Good girl, baby.” she coos as she puts her tongue right on your pussy, both her fingers and tongue doing the work, your hand instinctively went to push her further into your cunt, her structured nose brushing against your clit, she smelled the scent of sex, your wetness—it was addicting.

Her chin was coated with a mix of her own saliva and your pussy juices. The sound of pornographic squelching, low groans and moans echoed through the cars exterior, you were so dripping wet she was sure she’d have to deep clean her car seat after this.

She grabbed your thighs, a rather harsh squeeze as she pushed you down onto her tongue, you began rutting your hips back and forth on her face, humping your cunt on it like a bitch in heat. It wasn’t long until you felt close, that knot form in your stomach, breathing getting heavier and moans going up an octave as your voice cracked. “Momo-nee, fuck��fuckfuckfuck— close, i’m fucking close.”

She spat on your cunt, “Yeah? cum for me, Y/N, keep moaning my name.” and you did as requested, vision turning white as you saw stars; eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body went into a slight spasm from your orgasm.

She helped you ride your high, seeing your face during orgasm and how pretty your back looked arched might’ve made her cum on the spot, untouched. “Gosh, you’re so pretty..” she pampered you with kisses all over your face and lips, tiny whiny giggles from the ticklish feeling leaving your lips.

Suddenly your face grew red and you avoided her gaze.

“Are you okay?” Momo’s eyebrows furrowed as she caressed your cheek, her eyes beady under the christmas moonlight. “I’m sorry if i pushed it, I…uhm.. we can pretend this never happened and I’ll—“

“No no, it’s okay. I liked it, a lot, It’s just…” you bit your lip out of hesitation “That was my first time with uhm.. a girl.”

Momo’s face grew red, she tried to speak up but only an exhale escaped her mouth, there was a moment of silence before you both giggled, “Come on, let’s go home before the girls think i drove you off a cliff or something.” She handed you your clothes and the blanket that was in the passenger before she jumped to the drivers seat, starting the engine and driving off while you got dressed in the back.

“I guess that chocolate really was useful after all.”

[newhope8]

My Kpop Journey So Far 💝

Kpop found me in the summer of 2022 (mid-June, July). Here's what has happened to me since then.

I originally published this on AO3 on January 9, 2024. Was informed by the site (via email) to delete it from my AO3 account, as it was not a fan work (it fell under the personal message category). So, I'm re-posting it here to Tumblr.

I have done brief edits (in small purple bold font) to make it read a bit smoother, yet the overall vibe of my essay remains the same. 😊

🌸 Original word count on AO3 — 4,388

🌸 Chapters — 1 (one)

🌸 Audience rating — Teen & up (tho some parts are General audiences too, you'll see)

🌸 Current edits (in small purple bold letters) written in February 2025

🌸 Disclaimer: I'm NOT the creator of the SKZOO divider banner I've used a few times throughout this post. ⬇️ All credit for this goes to the original creator (I don't know who they are).

Hello. 🥰💕 I hope this finds you doing well. 🦋🙏🏻

I was recently inspired by another Tumblr user's New Years Eve 2024 post to tell my journey into Kpop. I re-blogged their original post & began writing the following. ⬇️

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Briefly about myself —

I am Jordan, 33 years old (I'm now 34.)

Born female

Identifying with she/her/hers

M/F with relationships irl (tho Minsung has a soft spot in my heart)

Jordan is not my real name, it’s simply one I like to use on social media, I just like the sound of it 🙂

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The first group I found was Stray Kids & it was with the God's Menu music video that I felt a spark of something flicker in my heart. I was on YouTube late one night, watching another channel and trying to get my brain to go into survival mode to cope.

In March 2022, my parents & I relocated from our hometown to a different city in another state due to my dad’s work changing (he is the primary income provider for our family atm). I had a full-time job of my own, with a good salary & company benefits. Sadly, I did not earn enough to stay behind on my own so I had to move with my parents. I was heartbroken, for I'd had to say goodbye to co-worker friends, lost my steady income (some of the best I’ve ever earned in my entire working life as an adult) & the remaining ½ a semblance of a normal life. Joy & hope stuttered out for me & some days, I felt so desolate it was as if my heart was being squeezed internally by an invisible, evil hand & the liquid weeping from my soul was a thick, black & foul-smelling poison — grief. No one in my family nor other loved ones had passed away, yet I think you can see where I’m coming from. I recall going to bed one night in our new apartment in this new city we'd moved to & feeling my chest being tight — yet it wasn’t actual chest pains. It was hopelessness at our current family situation. 💔😔 (Things are much the same currently.)

It was the middle of June 2022. I was watching a few videos on a channel I’d recently found, Jin & Hattie. Go check them out. They’re adorable. He’s Korean 🇰🇷 & she’s British 🇬🇧. They’re also recently married (sometime in 2022 or early 2023, I don’t recall which). No, not the Jin from BTS, haha. 😄💜

I glanced at the sidebar of video recommendations & my eyes strayed to a Stray Kids music video that appeared there. I may have even clicked on Maniac first, I don’t remember. The point is, God’s Menu caught my eye. I was captivated by the sound & rhythm of Changbin’s opening rapid-fire rap lines.

The next thing that caused me to wake up was Felix’s deep baritone. Everyone (& I mean anyone who’s even remotely heard of Stray Kids) knows what part of the video I am talking about. 😮‍💨🔥

Does Michelin 5 star ring any bells? 😎

Or the phrase "the Felix effect"? 😏

The rest, as the saying goes, is history.

I reached for my phone, which was resting on my bedside table. I tapped on Apple Music as fast as I could & IMMEDIATELY began building a Kpop playlist. Before the night was over, I had 20+ songs on that list. (Flash-forward ⏭️ to January 2024 & there were 141 songs = 7 hrs & 59 min. February 2025 — I've edited the playlist a bit, moved some songs to other lists ... it's currently at 113 songs, 6 hrs 18 min.)

The next step in my journey was on Facebook, a platform I’ve been on for the past 13 years. I’d clicked around and began “following/ liking👍🏻” any Stray Kids-themed page I could find, both official & unofficial accounts.

A post caught my eye & I read it. It was talking about how the members enjoyed communicating with the Stay fandom on the bubble 🫧 app. I remember thinking, what in the world is BUBBLE, so I downloaded it to my phone.

Moments later, I had an account created & discovered the public chat room feature. (This has been discontinued for some time now due to harassment & bullying allegations between toxic & non-toxic fans — or so I've heard.) Had I not randomly got on 🫧 when I did, I would not have begun my online friendship journey with several different Stays.

I felt a connection to 3 people in particular.

One was a School Girl, in her early teens

Another was a Single Mother in her early 20s

The third person was another young lady in her Late Teens, about to graduate from high school

School Girl was from the United States. 🇺🇸

Single Mom was from Chile 🇨🇱, a country in South America.

Late Teen was from Hungary 🇭🇺.

It wasn’t long before my new friends & I moved our conversations over to other social media platforms, where we could talk more easily.

School Girl, Single Mom & I began talking on WhatsApp. Late Teen & I began chatting via DM on Instagram.

It was only several weeks later that JYP Entertainment disabled the public chat room feature entirely on 🫧. I recall saying to School Girl that I’m glad I found the app when I did; otherwise, I would not have “met” them at all.

As I talked with Single Mom, I was first introduced to the world of fan fiction (“fanfic” for short). She was writing a multi-chapter story that she was posting to her Wattpad account. Her native language was Spanish (yet she spoke excellent English).

Every 2-3 weeks or so, she would text me & School Girl two (2) chapters to read/ get feedback on. These would always be in English; she used Google Translate. Her fanfic was Stray Kids-themed & it was lovely. 🥰

I would read the chapters as she'd text them to me & School Girl. I would then write back what I thought was happening in each one. Yes, I was loosely paraphrasing, NOT plagiarizing (copying) her work, I hasten to add. ☝🏻

She was thrilled at these summaries, as I came to call them. She told me many times that it was a joy to read her own story from another’s point of view. I assured her I was not re-writing her ideas into something else, merely paraphrasing and putting into English grammar/ punctuation what she’d already written … i.e. using her original “manuscripts” as a guide. This went on for the rest of 2022 & part-way into 2023. School Girl would text back when she could about these fanfic chapters, having begun her freshman year of high school.

Late Teen was close to finishing her high school years. My interactions with her lasted only a few more months. I remember she was saving up for a new laptop computer & did indeed end up buying one. I know this because she proudly sent me photos of her new computer on our private Instagram chat. 📸💻🥰 (I began interacting with Late Teen only several weeks before School Girl & Single Mom.)

It was around the time of Stray Kids' Maxident comeback (October 2022) that my conversations with Late Teen began to trickle to a stop. This was a natural progression — neither of us ended communication, it just stopped on its own. And that’s the way life is: some people are in your life for only a short time & then they go away for whatever reason. I wished her well in one of my last messages & haven’t been in contact with her since. We’re still friends on Instagram, but we don't talk anymore. I am ok with that. 🙂 I hope she’s doing well and has enjoyed all the comeback albums since then.

My conversations with School Girl and Single Mom lasted longer than that & were more frequent in nature. At the time of me writing these edits, my WhatsApp chat with Single Mom is still active, though we now only occasionally text each other on Instagram Messenger. School Girl left our group WhatsApp chat in August 2024. She had secured part-time employment & was juggling schoolwork + extracurricular school things.

My next “online Kpop friendship” was made on a Stray Kids fandom chat room on Discord. If it wasn’t for some random scrolling on Facebook & commenting on a random post, the admin of that SKZ fan Facebook page would never have known to add me to the Discord chat room. This new friend I will name Flight Attendant, for that was her job. To protect her privacy, I'm not saying what airline she works for. We began talking in mid-December 2022. After texting on Discord for a short time, she & I moved our conversation over to Instagram Messenger. I soon learned that Flight Attendant was the same age as me, in her early 30s.

I don't know if she still works for the same airline, has switched companies entirely or is even in the aviation industry anymore. The last we talked was around mid-August 2023, as she was planning to attend KCON 2023 in L.A. with her 2 sisters. ATEEZ and Stray Kids were both slated to appear in concert there. For the 6 months or so that we talked, she confided some very personal things to me — things I will always keep her confidence on. I was humbled she felt safe enough talking to me, to share what she did.

Her job was a difficult one, the hardships of which often went un-noticed by the majority of people — maintaining a semblance of a normal life in between working back-to-back 16+ hour shifts with little to no sleep, depending on flight schedules.

Everyone, the next time you take a flight somewhere, anywhere ... doesn't matter how long your flight is … please PLEASE PLEASE be kind to the cabin crew, particularly the flight attendants {both male & female}. They work very hard to make your travel as easy as they can. They deal with some very nasty passengers & to give your hard-working & under-appreciated flight crew a little amount of kindness in return goes a very long way & isn't too much to ask. They may not remember your name or your face after you leave their aircraft, yet they will always recall the kindness of your soul in reaching out to them with a smile.

I messaged Flight Attendant back a few more times on Instagram (fall/ winter 2023), yet never received a response. After thinking for some weeks, I deleted our Instagram chat thread entirely (from my end). Ma'am, if you ever read this (she knows who she is), it was not intentional. I never heard back from you & only wished to say hello one last time. I hope you’re doing well & a new semblance of peace has re-entered your life after all the hard things you went through. Please reach out to me any time, I am still here. You know where to find me on Instagram, you know my TikTok & you have my personal cell phone number. If you send a regular text though, please identify yourself, just in case (I don’t wish to text a weird person or a scammer back…); my phone number has not changed. God bless you & from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being my friend and for the gift of your friendship and all it gave me. 💕🙏🏻

I will forever be grateful to Flight Attendant ✈️ for the following reasons.

Found 2 different RH series, both written by J. S. Lee (H3RO & its sequel series, Onyx)

Discovered the even more lovely world of 🔞+ Kpop fanfic on the Archive of Our Own (AO3) website 🔥🔥🔥😏😏😏😈😈😈💦💦💦🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Found new skincare products & cosmetics… Crème Shop-brand, specifically the BT21 line of products

The next step in my journey was signing up for Felix’s chat ticket on 🫧. I couldn’t do all 8 members' tickets each month (that would be around $30.00 USD), yet $3.99 for one ticket … more than doable. 🙂

I’d only been chatting with Flight Attendant for a month when I got Bbokari's ticket. ☀️🐥 For anyone who has his ticket (& even if you don’t), you will know that he occasionally sends photos in large batches. He calls them gifts, often cutely spamming the Stay fandom with several hundred messages at a time. 🥰📱🫧

I've seen 350+ new "messages" from Felix before. Others have had over 700+!! Most of the texts are 1-2 word replies, while other times he sends several short sentences in one note. It varies.

59 second or shorter audio messages from him also are shared. If he speaks one in Korean, he’ll usually send 2-3 more in English.

The more days you have a ticket, the longer a reply you can type back. At first, you will be limited to typing only 2-3 words. If you’re patient, you’ll be able to type more the longer you have a ticket. 💕🔖

Shortly after this, I began reading some of my first fanfic stories on Archive of Our Own (AO3). A few things to know about AO3:

You don’t have to have an account to read anything (I recommend using the Google Chrome web browser)

If you want to comment, leave kudos for an author or post a work of your own, you have to have an active account in good standing (you can request to join the "waitlist" to be sent steps to create log-in credentials)

I only had to wait about a week or so before the website sent me the official “account creation invite” link.

About fanfic stories on AO3 (no matter the amount of smut), they made me feel less lonely. It was liberating for me to put myself in the Y/N (your name) character’s position & transport myself to another world. Even a quick re-read of a favorite one-shot story works wonders, believe me. I still feel this way about all the stories today. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not so devoid of friendships & human interaction irl to survive only on fanfic smut.

My next friendship was with a very successful AO3 fic author. (I still keep in touch with this fanfic author to this day.) Flight Attendant sent me a link to a story called Tangled; it’s written by ThisPeachIsDirty. The author’s name is all one word together, each word is capitalized.

Part 1 of Tangled is 60 chapters long & has been marked complete.

Part 2 has 6-7 chapters so far, with possibly more to come.

I'll refer to this author as Peach. After reading my way through 60 chapters of pure bliss (part 1 of the aforementioned story), I began chatting with her on Instagram Messenger. After a few messages were exchanged, she encouraged me to begin writing a fanfic of my own (which soon contained my first-ever written sex scene).

I wrote for a span of 5-6 hours one afternoon & sent Peach screenshots of my first attempts at smut. Complimenting my unique writing style, she told me it was unlike most of what she’s read & that I had a natural gift for writing.

Please look up ThisPeachIsDirty on AO3 if you haven’t already. Subscribe to & follow her content on there and leave a comment. You will not be disappointed, I promise. 😏🔥🔥🔥🙌🏻

One month prior (July 2023), I joined TikTok. I’d been collecting albums & Kpop merch for a year and slowly started making show & tell videos of items in my collection.

As a friendly FYI & disclaimer: I would share my TikTok (TT) page on my Tumblr, yet I want to keep the more adult side 🔥😏 of fanfic separate from TT.

I know for a fact that some of my TikTok followers are minors. One told me in a DM that she was 14; another began her 6th grade year/ was even younger. I don’t want to have to worry about any “oopsey’s” crossover 🫣🫢😬 and a youngster reading something they shouldn’t.

I was 4 chapters in on my first attempt at a full-length story on AO3 when I began receiving kudos & comments from other fanfic users on the site. One was Peach. Another individual who left me a comment is an equally talented fic author too. Her name is Minnieprincess. Go check out her one-shot stories on there, if you haven’t already. Like with Peach’s stories, you will NOT be disappointed. 😏🙏🏻🔥😈🔞

My acquaintance with Minnie, as I’ll refer to her, brings me to the next step in my journey. Since August 2023 (when she left her first comment on my story), we’ve become very close friends. She is someone I know I'll always stay in regular contact with.

Chatting in the comment section on my AO3 story is how we "met". We exchanged short messages on Wattpad before connecting again on Instagram Messenger. What followed in the next few months was one of the most meaningful instant-connection friendships I’ve ever had with anyone.

I located a missing piece of myself in our friendship. It didn't take the 2 of us long before we called each other soul sisters. We came to trust one another enough to share things about ourselves that are very personal. To put this into a slightly different perspective, I am only child irl. Having Minnie as a new sibling is a gift I’m thankful for x10, every day. 🥹❤️🩹

We moved our conversation over to WhatsApp after a few more months; we talk on a semi-daily basis on this app to this day. Longer messages being exchanged, we told things to each other that we weren't able to before.

In December 2023, I mailed Minnie a Kpop care box. It took 22 days to arrive to her doorstep. I’d bought her 4 different albums & handfuls of merch items, all of which she heartily adored. 💕🥰 Having the memory of video chatting with her on WhatsApp as we opened up the Rock version of Stray Kids' Rock-Star album together (we each have a copy) is something I will cherish forever. 🥹

What could happen next with my Kpop journey & myself as a person? I’m not sure yet. Here's a few random ideas: ☺️⬇️

Getting my first-ever tattoo (or two or three), Kpop-themed

Traveling overseas for the first time to visit Minnie (or meeting up with her in the U.S.)

Attending my first Kpop concert (preferably Stray Kids)

Shopping at a Kpop-only stand alone store and buying more albums/ other merch (I've been doing this since the end of March 2024, lol 🥰 ... I may briefly describe this in a part 2 to this essay ... at some point, I'm not sure yet)

Healing can come in many forms. This essay has been fun & thoughtful to write, to remember how Kpop & the gift of human connection has, in a healthy way, filled a void in my life.

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD, YOU MAKE STRAY KIDS STAY ... Chan 🐺, Changbin 🐷, Han 🐿, Hyunjin 🦦, Felix 🐥, Lee Know 🐰, Seungmin 🐶 & I.N 🦊

8 MAKES 1 TEAM ... Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San, Wooyoung, Yeosang, Mingi, Yunho & Jongho (I'm still learning all the ANITEEZ characters & which member they belong to.) 🥰

I PURPLE YOU! ... RM, Jin, Jimin, Suga, j-hope, Taehyung & Jungkook 🫰🏻

@itsseohannbin @channieandhisgoonsquad @frenchkisstheabyss @queenmea604 @minnieprincess85 @moonlightndaydreams @hyunsvngs

[djfics]

Behind these Violet Eyes: Christmas Special

Chapter 2: The Unforgiven

Summary: Aphelios, Akali, and Ezreal decide to visit Yone's brother Yasuo at The Wind Bar Ramen and ask about the people who are not connected with corporations.

WC: 1,670

New Character: Yasuo

Characters Mentioned: Jayce, Viktor, LeBlanc, Lyssandra, Vex, Kalista, Hecarim, Yoric, Karthus, Elise

Song: Feliz Navidad by José Feliciano

December 24, 9:58 P.M. - Central Plaza

"THERE WAS NO HEAD TRAUMA!?" Akali and Aphelios nodded while they're on the phone with Ekko, Yone, and Jinx.

"Wow, Phel, maybe your head is like a helmet or something," Jinx said while he rolled his blue eyes on her. "How are you guys doing?" Ezreal asked them.

"You know... I'm with Powder, Vi and Caitlyn celebrating Christmas Eve, and they brought Jayce, and his boyfriend Viktor"

"They're gonna third wheel us," Jinx sighed while Ekko laughed at her. "Speaking of couples, while K'Sante and I were in the supermarket, we saw Sett's m-" Aphelios grabs Ezreal's phone and hungs off.

"What the f*ck Phel!?" Ezreal yelled at Aphelios, but he ignored him. "I know Sett betrayed you, Phel, but you can't hold a g-" Aphelios glares at Akali and Ezreal, and they decided not to talk about Sett. Ezreal picked his phone, and thankfully, there were no scratches on his phone, and he heard a message notification.

Chat:

Jinx: WTF DID YOU HUNG OFF YOUR PHONE EZREAL!? 💢

Ezreal: It was Phel. He heard about Sett, and he got mad

Yone: I shouldn't say that, my bad

Ekko: Anyway, let's talk when the holidays are over

Ezreal: Agree. Kali, Phel and I arrived at The Wind Bar Ramen

Yone: Okay, please don't let him give you alcohol

Ezreal: Relax Yone, Phel and I are adults now 😁

Yone: You're 17 years old, Ezreal!! Phel turned 18 years old this month!! And you and Jinx made fake IDs to buy alcohol during spring break!!

Ezreal: Oh.....my bad......He he he he 😅

Yone: Ughhhh..... 😮‍💨

-

Ezreal put his phone away and follows Akali and Aphelios as they arrived at The Wind Bar Ramen and saw a man with brown hair and is styled in a crazy ponytail, a santa hat, brown eyes, a scar in his nose, beard and he wears a Christmas ugly sweater, grey sweatpants and deer slippers that the red nose lights up.

"That's Yasuo?" Ezreal asks but they ignored them and knock the door, until Yasuo opens the door. "Can I help you?"

"Are you Yasuo?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Enjoy" Aphelios, Ezreal and Akali are enjoying the ramen that Yasuo prepared for them.

"Soooooo Goooooood!!!!"

"I KNOW, RIGHT!!"

"Are they okay?" Yasuo ask Aphelios and he shrugged. "Anyway, I heard that my brother send you to find me, am I right?" Aphelios nodded at Yasuo.

"What do you want?" Yasuo asks Aphelios while he opens a can of beer. "I want to end Thresh's tyranny, once it for all" Aphelios signed. "I see...I can show you the list of everyone who's on Thresh's side, follow me" Yasuo finishes his beer and throws it to the trash can and went upstairs.

"Those are the people who are connected to Thresh." Yasuo shows Aphelios pictures of 7 people who are connected with Thresh.

"Do you recognize one of them, Phel?" Akali asks Aphelios, and he nods. "Only him, Renata and Darius," he signed.

Darius is the chief officer of Runeterra's Police Force. He's from Noxus City, but he moved to Valoran City since we have a low number of police officers. He has a brother named Draven, who owns a bar called The Executioner in Nox Vegas.

Renata Glasc, she's the director of the Glasc asylum in Zaun City. She has loved to torture people ever since her parents died by one of her patients, and she tortured them for revenge.

Thresh, he's the CEO of Thresh Co. A corporation of saving businesses from bankruptcy, but he hides his evil side with a smile. He's also a member of The Blessed Council along with Viego, Kalista, Vex, Hecarim, Karthus, Elise, and Yoric.

"What are the other four Yasuo?" Aphelios asks Yasuo and he decides to explain about the other five people that Aphelios doesn't know.

Viego is the CEO of Camavor Co. and a member of the Blessed Council. He became a CEO at a young age since his brother died from an illness. He marries Isolde, who owns a small boutique, but he became a widow when his wife was killed and he became a different person.

"That explains why Viego was on the news about the vandalism by someone," Aphelios thought about the news he saw when Evelynn picked him up.

LeBlanc is a judge in a courthouse who was assigned in cases that Thresh and other corporations that were sued by employees and their employees end up loosing by Thresh. She's a member of The Black Rose Courthouse along with Vladimir.

Cassiopeia is the director of a talent agency, she lure people who want to become models, actors, etc. end up ruining their dreams of becoming famous. She's the oldest of the Du Coteau family, and she has a sister named Katarina and her adopted brother Talon.

And lastly....

Lysandra is the mayor of Freljord City. She and her assistant helped Thresh with his company, and he helped her with her campaign. She never lost on an election on Freljord City, becoming the undefeated of all Runeterra.

Aphelios, Akali and Ezreal learned about Thresh's connections, but in his nightmare, only ten people were present, but it will be for another time, and he decide to ask about Solari Co., Lunari Co., and Kayn.

"How about Solari Co. and Lunari Co.?"

Leona is the CEO of Solari Co. who focused on the security of all Valoran City and she's the one who assigned Commander Darius in the Police Force. Diana is the CEO of Lunari Co. who focused on creating, restoring, and donating books, and she's a member of The Sentinel Council. They both had a connection in the past, but they broke up for personal reason.

"But Leona doesn't know about Thresh's corruption, so that's why I didn't include her, just yet, Diana on the other hand, she's in trouble with him," Yasuo explained, which made Aphelios and Ezreal worried about Alune.

"Phel, can you show a picture of Kayn to Yasuo?" Ezreal ask as Aphelios pulls out a picture of Kayn.

"I don't know about him, sorry." Yasuo apologized to Aphelios, but Akali steps in. "Phel, I know about Kayn, let me tell you."

Shieda Kayn is Zed's adoptive s-

"Wait...he's Zed's kid?" Yasuo asks Akali and she nodded.

Zed adopted Kayn when he was little, he took care of him, until he met Rhaast and the others and he ended up doing bad things.

"Like embarrassing me....." Ezreal looks at Aphelios and hugs him. "How did you know about Zed Yasuo?" Akali asks Yasuo, and he sigh.

"He was a detective in Ionia City, but he moved to Valoran City when he couldn't solve the Virtuoso Case" Yasuo explained while drinking his beer.

"Can you explain more about Diana?" Aphelios signed, and Yasuo agrees.

Diana has a niece named Alune, she adopted her when Alune's family died on a fire. She has serious problems about Lunari Co. because of the debt they had.

"That explains about Thresh making a deal with Lunari Co."

"Exactly, Lunari Co. and Solari Co. are the biggest rivals through g-" Yasuo got interrupted by Ezreal's phone and it was a message from Evelynn.

"Phel, is Evelynn" Ezreal gives his phone to Aphelios and opened the message app.

Chat:

Evelynn: Where are you!? 😡

Ezreal: I'm visiting Yasuo Eve, I'll be home soon

Evelynn: Don't come home

Ezreal: Why?

Evelynn: I'll pick you up tomorrow

-

Aphelios give his phone to Ezreal and sigh. "What's wrong Phel?" Ezreal ask as Aphelios looked at the time.

"I'll be staying here. It was Evelynn's orders," Aphelios signed as they nodded. "Very well, we'll see you in the morning," Aphelios hugged Akali and Ezreal.

"Wait...before we leave, give me your phone number Yasuo"

"Why?"

"Because Phel doesn't have his phone." Yasuo gave his phone number to Ezreal, and he sent a picture to Yasuo on the message.

"I saw a list on a magazine in Kinkou Hospital, hope you recognize these people" Ezreal said as Akali grab his hand leaves.

Yasuo looked at the picture that Ezreal send to him and looks at Aphelios.

"Do you like Fruitcake kid?"

"Evelynn, why did you left Phel i-"

"I'm going to give him the best Christmas ever," Evelynn said while wrapping every present that Aphelios would receive. "And I need your guys' help," Akali and Ezreal looked at each other and nodded.

"Let's give Phel the best Christmas ever!!"

"YEAH!!"

Evelynn and Aphelios' friends are preparing Christmas gifts for Aphelios, Ezreal decides to put his earbuds and starts singing while wrapping Phel's present.

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y felicidad

Akali saw Ezreal singing and smiling. She remembers the conversation she had with Ezreal when they plan to do an escape plan for Phel, and he explains that he had a crush on Kayn, but he was an a**hole. Ezreal was the perfect guy for Kayn, he's kind, sweet, and a bit annoying for Kayn.

I wanna wish you a merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

I wanna wish you a merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

Akali came close to Ezreal and taped on his shoulder. "Hey Kal, you need something?" he asked, and she nodded. "Yeah, I have something, and you need it," Akali pulls out a silver ring with markings and a purple dangling gem and places it onto Ezreal's hand.

"What's that?"

"It belonged to Kayn. His ex sold it for money, and I recovered it. This ring meant to him, and it was a gift from Zed, and this will help you, trust me," Ezreal looked at the ring, and then Akali.

"I can't do it K-"

"I know you can do it, trust me," Akali smiled at Ezreal, and he nodded to her.

"I will,"

A/N: This concludes Chapter 2 of the Christmas Special guys!! Also, the debut of Yasuo, and he will appear on Arc 2, since he will have a chapter on Arc 2. Also, the revelation of Thresh's connection, and the council, there gonna be 2 different councils which it will reveal in the future, I'll see you next week guys.

[youremyheaven]

Dear non 🍑 eater anon.

No one asked. Your tone isn't giving the kindness and love a feminist should have (& do have) for women enjoying themselves when repression is the norm in many societies still. She'll handle her chakras and followers as she sees fit. You go have a wonderful aligned life. She and us will be fine. Thank you & Bye~

Also pookie what sorta crowd attracts when the label is used, wanna know your experience as someone on tumblr with a thriving blog (idk if you'd call your blog women and the feminine oriented, I would) and moots. You know now a days people use the word like they are spitting galiya, so I avoid the topic and also try not to bring up anything that seems feminist-aligned (which is most things around me it seems. Like: Oh, you think men are given leeway for eve-teasing because of the attitude ‘men just be like that’ and reflects a flaw in society? Yah okay feminazi manhating jobstealing alimonytaking whore who doesn't take responsibility!)

AJJAJSJS u tell em!!!!

Yeah I hate how "feminist" has basically become a cuss word in India 😭

On my old blog (it was a kpop tarot blog 😮‍💨😮‍💨) I got into several arguments simply bc I said I don't think it's right to ask if an idol's FS is a virgin when they meet 💀🙄 bc it was kinda sexist??? Like not all people in Asia are waiting for marriage and the odds of a kpop idol marrying a virgin who has never been touched is so 🙂🙂 and the anons popped off and said it's bc I'm a "feminist" that I respect a "ran through woman with a high body count" over someone who's "pure" 💀💀💀💀 and lots of other arguments too about random shit 😤😤 simply bc I had mentioned I was a feminist.

Funny thing is, back then I felt like all those anons were definitely Indian 😭😭😭😭from the way they text or reference things 😤😤 and the deep rooted misogyny that Indians, esp Indian women have is 🤮🤮🤮🤮

Everybody's a feminist so long as the woman's making choices that align with their values and principles. The minute a woman does what she wants to do (which is what feminism should be) she's suddenly not worthy of equality or respect 😞

If only we subjected men to the same standards that we subject women too 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Like why do we only encourage and support women who are fighting battles and trying to climb the economic ladder or whatever 😔 where's the harm in a woman having fun 🥹 life is long, not every day is going to be about conventional feminist struggles, because life isn't a struggle??? it's okay to enjoy yourself and it's okay to not feel shame for it 🫶

I don't use the word feminist as much anymore simply because it has kinda lost all meaning to me rn. I went to a veryyy political college where absolutely everybody man and woman called themselves a feminist and yet treated other women horribly for making certain choices that didn't align with them or slut shaming them at the drop of a hat as a comeback rhetoric 🙄🙄🙄

Actions matter more than words. If you can be a respectful, tolerant, kind human being, that's more important that name dropping labels to fit into some woke liberal agenda ESP since identifying as one clearly makes absolutely no difference in how u actually treat women 🤐🤐🤐

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 19

Anthony ramos pov:"We should throw a baby shower/gender reval party" she suggest "your right ill decorate" "thank you so much"

    "i just woke up from a-WHAT THE HELL" she exclaimed "you dont like it" i asked "no......I LOVE IT" she exclaim. "THANK GOODNESS" i was struggling "let me get me dressed then we can invite people" "ok"

I wore this and anthony wore this

"YOU LOOK SO CUTE BEA" she blurted "ditto" Anthony said "do i l-ook b-ig a-lready" i stutter "your not stupid but that was a pretty dumb questions" she whisper "sorry" i stammer "NO IM SORRY" he squeals "i love you so much" i utter "then how do i love you more?" he questions "lets start inviting people"

Dark bitches in white girl

Will you go to our baby shower?

Morgan Saylor:yes

Brian Marcyes

Justin Bartha:yes

Bobbi Salvör Menuez;yes

Chris Noth:yes

Ralph Rodriguez:yes

Men and monters

Dennis:yess

Kelvin Harrison Jr:yes

Jasmine Cephas Jones:yes

Chanté Adams:yes

Rob Morgan:hell yA

Lindsey Morgan:mj,

Pico Alexander:sure

Caitlin Stasey:yes sir

Rita Volk:ill be there

Amadeus Serafini:    ill be there early

Jon Rudnitsky:ill tryqns make it

Zilladegod

Edward Burns:i got you

Zoe Levin:just for y/n

Cara Buono:for yiu bestie boo

Nicole Beharie:OFC

Millie Bobby Brown:if my mom says yes😭😭

Vera Farmiga:mother says you can go😜

Kyle Chandler:so dose dad

Sally Hawkins:im literally hawkins but ye

Ken Watanabe:why not

Zhang Ziyi:kwollio

Charles Dance:coolio my doolio

Bradley Whitford:yes

Thomas Middleditch:sure

Elizabeth Ludlow:if im not tied or nothing

David Strathairn:no.

Aisha Hinds:YES

Randy Havens:I GOT A JOB BUT SURE

Jimmy Gonzales:SURE BESTIE WESTIE

Joe Morton:ONLY FOR MY BESTIE WESTIE Y/N

Laurie DhuHER:DUR

Jonathan Howard:erm sure

Tyler Crumley:cook

Orelon Sidney:sure

CCH Pounder:is there food

Kelli Garner:yeah OFC

Rose Bianco:why even ask

Lyle Brocato:sure cutie

Kevin Shinick:WHO TOL YO ASS TO GO GET A GIRL PREGGY

Josh Winot:his dick odvisouly

Justice Leak:duh stupid bitch

T.C. Matherne:fuck hoe DUR

Al Vicente:YALL ARE SO MEAN😭😭😭 Yeah ant

Natalie Pero:sure ramos

Fiona Hardingham:duh martinez

Paul S. Ryden:mhm ant

Zac Zedalis:cool Anthony

Kenneth Israel:ofc pual

Skylar Denney:WHO

Vince Foster:his middle name

Jesse O'Neill: sí señor

Madeline Brumby: KOOL

Patti Schellhaas KWOLOIO

Joey Beni:CWOOL

Fred Galle:IS Y/N STILL CURE

Joey Thurmond:mhm

Mason Pikea:sure

Aaron Taylor-Johnson:idk

Bryan Cranston:what ev

T.J. Story:DOY

Jason Liles:DOI

John Bubniak:ig

AlExAnDeR hAmIlToN

                                                                              Guess what

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:chicken butt?

                  WERE HAVINNG A BABY SHOWER/GENDER REVALTODAY WHO CAN COME

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:imma be der first

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:you littarly live down the street from the, but yes from me

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:mhm

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:yes sir

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:what do you take for

Christopforgetme👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾‍🦰👱🏾‍♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾‍🦰👩🏾‍🦳🧒🏾👩🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦰🧑🏾‍🦳👦🏿🧑🏾‍🦱👱🏾‍♀️👨🏾‍🦳👩🏾👨🏾‍🦱:im littarly her dad💀💀💀duh

Oakyyyyy the uncool tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾: im littarly her bro 💀💀

Unhonset feet

Liam Neeson:i thought i star strucked you

Kate Walsh:lemme wash some clothes AND ILL COME

Jai Courtney:I MIGHT BE LATE BUT ILL COME

Jeffrey Donovan:ill be early

Robert Patrick:mhm

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽: i alr said yes

Michael Malvesti:if you name the baby after me

Tazzie:maybe

Devon Diep:if i rember

Herlin Navarro:can i prefromer

Lewis D. Wheeler:might not be social but sure

Jose Guns Alves:i will be social and go

Osmani Rodriguez:duh

Adam Teper:i will be social but wont go

Mark Rhynard:will the Hamilton cast be there

Jeffrey Wright:doy

Guy Cooper:dur

James Milord:doi

Kayla Caulfield:yes

Adrian M. Mompoint:ye

Arthur Hiou:cool

In the fights😜😜😜😜

Melissa Barrera:if you kid dont be shaking they ass for half of the hights

Lin-Manuel Miranda:IM LITTARLY HER ADOPTIVE DAD FRL FRL

Stephanie Beatriz:ODVI

Ariana Greenblatt:if shes the barrios best

Christopher Jackson:im littarly her third dad

Marc Anthony:sure name twin

Rita Moreno:mabey

Daphne Rubin-Vega:just because i havent seen her in FOREVER

Corey Hawkins:IF THERES FOOD

Leslie Grace:yes

Dascha Polanco:what

Jimmy Smits:can i be the god father

Olga Meredir:GOD MOTHER

Isabella Iannelli:dun

Gregory Diaz IV:mhm

Hailey Jade Panchame:♣︎no♣︎

Luis A. Miranda Jr.:yeah

Susan Pourfar:purr

Hannah Hathaway:bored

Seth Stewart:uh huh

Javier Muñoz:★yes★

Doreen Montalvo:i need to eat

Kadrolsha Ona Carole:today right

The Kid Mero:yes

Nicholas Stewart:yes

Maria Hinojosa:yes

Protest Leader:yes

Serge Onik:yes

Jessica Castro:yes

Daymien Valentino:yes

Leo Moctezuma:yes

Martha Nichols:yes

Julia Harnett:yes

Tom Berklund:yes

Rhapsody James:yes

Ryan Woodle:yes

Noah Catala:yes

Graffiti Pete:yes

Andre Da Silva:yes

Mateo Gómez:yes

Francisco Solorzano:yes

Jos Laniado:yes

Nina Lafarga:yes

Annie Pisapia:yes

Ken Holmes:yes

Nelson Coates:yes

Valéry Lessard:yes

Yesy Garcia:yes

Duh.

Sam Rockwell:duh

Richard Ayoade:duh

Zazie Beetz:duh

Awkwafina:no

Lilly Singh:mhm

Marc Maron:duh

Alex Borstein:duh

Nyvi Estephan:duh

Onoe Matsuya:duh

Craig Robinson:duh

Yūko Kaida:duh

Jean-Pascal Zadi:duh

Ken Yasuda:duh

Kappei Yamaguchi:duh

Kimiko Saitō:duh

Doully:duh

Saverio Raimondo:duh

Fumito Kawai:duh

First Summer Uika:duh

Shohei Osada:duh

Kurt Krömer:duh

Pierre Niney:duh

Loup:duh

Elise Schaap:duh

Igor Gotesman:duh

Serpent:duh

Maasa Takahashi:duh

Sebastian Bezzel:duh

Jannis Niewöhner:duh

Max Giermann:duh

Rômulo Estrela:duh

Fynn Kliemann:duh

Mr. Shark:duh

Alice Belaidi:duh

Andrey Burkovskiy:duh

Sergio Guizé:duh

Walt Dohrn:duh

Babu Santana:duh

Frank Lammers:duh

Mikhail Bashkatov:duh

Joyce Ilg:duh

Luis Lobianco:duh

Valerio Lundini:duh

Barbara Goodson:duh

Gijs Naber:duh

Nasrdin Dchar:duh

Ulrikke Brandstorp:duh

Jody Bernal:duh

Margherita Vicari:xuh

Miss Tarantula:duh

Jeppe Beck Laursen:duh

Denise Aznam:duh

Rayen Panday:duh

[waynes-readingverse]

Truly a perfect (and realistic) ending to a wonderful series! This was such a magical ride from beginning to end! Your writing really took me to a different world here, Alex!! 😍💜🌌

And oh boy, my heart was beating fast in my chest when Michael stormed her hotel room, and Sam and Dean weren't there yet. I was glad his anger simmered down a little, but of course, seeing her with Dean then later turned the heat right up again 🙈

“Darling, are you…you scared of me or something?” he asked incredulously. “I know I’ve been working late, not coming home when I say I will sometimes, but have I ever raised a hand to you? Not even once, right?”

The nerve... 🤌🙄

“Her maiden name is Joanna Beth Harvell,” you revealed. “Brady Johnson isn’t her brother, Michael. You’ve been paying to sleep with another man’s wife.”

The fact Dolores was Jo blew my mind! 🤯 Up until that point, I had made an OC for her in my head lmao

But man, Dean storming in all heroic had my knees weak, girl 😍😍

“You take your hands off me before I tear you apart,” Michael hissed. Dean’s face was full of cold fire, with a threat thinly veiled underneath. “Lay another hand on her, and I’ll break every bone you got left.”

Such a pissing contest, and I'm loving it lol

Once Sam showed the numbers and records, written in Michael’s own painstaking hand, your husband’s face went ashen.

GO SAM!!! 😎

And for a moment, everyone was happy then, right? But damn if my heart didn't drop during this scene:

“Sam’s gonna keep watching out for you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything,” he said. Your smile fell. “You’re still going back to Kansas?”

You had me so worried!! I was afraid we'd end up in, I don't know, 1968? And they're both married with kids to other people... But I was real glad it was only a few months. Seriously, thank fucking God, you didn't rip my heart out. Phew... 😆

I totally understand why Dean left, though. It wasn't the right time for them, and she needed to deal with her divorce first and Dean with his... demons lol, and that's why I loved this so much! Because it wasn't clean-cut, and Michael wasn't giving up so easily, and she still struggled with her feelings, and all of it made sense and kept it realistic. Truly loved that! 🥹🫶

And I knew from the start when I read the chapter title that the "dried ink" would both refer to her divorce papers and a new marriage certificate 😂💕

“I’m not another man,” Dean said. His tone was firm, but also imploring, willing you to hear him. He gave your waist a gentle squeeze. “I’m me and you’re you. It’s not about Michael, or anyone else right now but us. And you’ve gotta know…sweetheart, you’ve gotta know that I’m not him.”

That broke me... The reassurance he gives her? Gah 💀

“For marrying another man they’ve never met, scarcely two minutes after the ink dried, so to speak,” you said, using his words. 

I also died that she got married so quickly again for a second time! I'd understand her parents' concern lol. Luckily, she met Dean the second time around, or this is the kind of hopeless romanticism that becomes dangerous fast 😂

“For the money. I’m thinking that after all this, you want to stick closer to home, be near your family,” he said. “I’ve got nothing tying me down over there besides the house, so I figure we can use the money to buy one here. With whatever’s left, I could try to start an auto repair shop. Nothing big to start. Just a space big enough for the work. I’m not picky about it. Your uncle could send me the stragglers from his tows, if he’s agreeable to it.”

This was such a smart idea of him, and I loved that he wanted her to be closer to her family! 😍 Surely also scoring brownie points with the in-laws lol

“You better not stop, Sergeant,” you whispered.  When he chuckled, you felt it deep in your chest. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, shortly before he claimed your lips again. The train rode on.

Oooof, and that was such a perfect way to end it, too 😮‍💨

Like I said, I hope they truly live happily ever after with a bunch of kids running around the yard, Dean grilling, and her baking apple pie. They deserve it 🥹❤️

Such a fantastic journey, friend!!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS - Part 5

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: Ready for an angsty-fun filled finale? 😘💖

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Historical Epic

Song Inspo: “The Very Thought of You” by Tony Bennett

Word Count: 6.6K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, tense situations, protective Dean, hurt/comfort, fluff, and spice.~

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Part 5: Dried Ink

Dean slammed the payphone back on the hook in frustration. He’d tried calling twice from the train station and couldn’t get you at home. It was getting late in the evening and he knew you were off work already. Where the hell did you go?

“She could’ve packed up and left him already,” Sam said. “I gave her the number of a decent hotel I know over in the Village.”

Dean reluctantly stepped aside for the next person waiting to use the phone. The sound of his train clicking by fast on the tracks echoed in the station. A gust of wind shoved at the brothers' backs, ruffling their long coats, as well as Sam's hair.

“You think she did it that quick?” Dean asked.

“One way to find out,” Sam said. “Come on. I’ve got my car waiting.”

It was so very strange to watch the bellman bring your suitcases inside your new room. You’d only ever stayed in a hotel once, for your honeymoon in Philadelphia. Michael took you to the Walnut Street Theater there, and among other things, to see the Liberty Bell. It had reminded both of you about the true cost of freedom.

You let that thought slip away from you with a shake of your head as you started unpacking, hesitantly at first. It almost didn’t feel real.

Fortunately, after sampling from a bottle of scotch you’d found under Michael’s side of the bed (and slipped into your suitcase), you began to settle into the idea. You took a break from hanging up your dresses in the closet to peer out the window to the narrow, busy streets below the fifth floor. Everything looked so small down there, so far away. In time, maybe the heaviness in your heart would feel that far away too.

Except the loud, insistent knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts. Straightening up with a frown, you set down your glass and went over to the door. It could be Housekeeping coming up to bring you the fresh towels you asked for. The ones that had been laid out in the bathroom smelled musty.

You opened the door to a tall frame taking up room in the doorway. It was Michael, standing there disheveled and steaming mad. He held your letter crumpled in his left hand. 

“Michael, what—what’re you doing here?” you gasped and stepped back. He followed you inside the room and slammed it shut. He looked around at your open suitcases in disbelief, then finally at you.

“What’s this supposed to mean, huh?” he demanded to know. He shook the flimsy piece of paper at you. “I come home with flowers, two tickets to see a show, ready to take my wife out to dinner, only to find the apartment half empty. Not to mention a letter that…frankly, cut me to down to the core.”

His anger lessened then, turning into dismay; the kind that you never would have expected to see in his eyes. Not after how he’d been acting for the past few months. He came closer and grabbed hold of you by the shoulders. When you tensed and expelled a shaky breath, he blinked in surprise.

“Darling, are you…you scared of me or something?” he asked incredulously. “I know I’ve been working late, not coming home when I say I will sometimes, but have I ever raised a hand to you? Not even once, right?”

You drew enough courage to meet his eyes, so blue, for once so earnest. It made you sick. Because the man he was when he was sober was more like the one you married. Only, you felt the true version of him was more akin to a sleeping dragon, lying in wait to be provoked.

“Neither of us have to lie anymore and pretend this is a marriage. At least, not one worth saving,” you said. “I know, Michael. I know about Dolores…or should I say, Joanna.”

Michael paused. His head cocked as disbelief crossed his features. He stared down at you almost without blinking.

“Did you know her real name was Joanna Johnson?” you asked. “Ring any bells with Brady Johnson, the man you’ve been paying to keep her company?”

Michael frowned. “He’s her brother. He pays her bills—”

“No,” you shook your head. “Look in the folder sitting on the coffee table there.”

You gestured over to it with a nod of your head. Michael was drawn to the path of your gaze. When his morbid curiosity was too much, he finally let go of you to investigate the folder in question. You released a subtle sigh of relief. You began drifting over behind the couch and closer to the landline phone. It rested on a nearby accent table.   

Meanwhile, Michael sorted through the contents of the folder and all the information Sam had gathered for you. He’d made copies of all the evidence for your personal records, including the photos he took of Michael and Dolores.

“Her maiden name is Joanna Beth Harvell,” you revealed. “Brady Johnson isn’t her brother, Michael. You’ve been paying to sleep with another man’s wife.”

No one short of Clark Gable could fake the jolt of shock that crossed Michael’s face. You saw the truth of it in his eyes when he glanced up at you.

“I don’t know why it should bother you, seeing as you don’t seem to care much about wedding vows,” you couldn’t help but snark. You were no longer all that sad though. Somehow, that pitiful look on his face made you feel sorry for him.

Michael seemed to have swallowed his tongue. For a while, he couldn’t dislodge it from the roof of his mouth to speak. But when he did, it wasn’t with anything good to say.

“How did you get all this?” he asked.

Your spine stiffened. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over, Michael. I can’t do this anymore. You should be getting the divorce papers served to you by the morning—”

Your words were cut off when he rounded the corner of the couch, grabbing you by the arms again. This time, his grip was much firmer and made you gasp.

“What the hell is going on? Have you been spying on me?!” he raised his voice to new heights, shaking you once by your shoulders. “How long have you been planning to leave me?”

The words became choked in your throat along with your fear—one that paralyzed you, and made you feel sick with yourself, small and weak.

The door bursting open again startled you both, but it was Michael who grunted when he was heaved off of you by his shirt and waistcoat.

You stumbled and braced yourself against the back of the couch, but your widened eyes fell on the one man you never thought you’d see again.

“Dean,” you breathed.

He spared you a look of concern through his anger, but Michael soon commanded his attention by trying to break his hold. Dean reeled back his arm and delivered a solid punch that knocked the other man into the wall. Michael leaned heavily against it to keep himself upright, and he had to blink a few spots out of his eyes, not only grimacing at the ache in his cheek. That one blow had rattled through his skull, disturbing old injuries. He glared over at Dean.

“Who the hell are you?” Michael shouted. His shock only increased when he noticed Sam Winchester shutting the hotel room door behind him. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m her lawyer, Mr. Milligan, and you’re hereby served,” Sam said.

He strode forward with a packet of papers. Michael took a purposeful step towards him, but Dean shoved Michael back against the wall. It allowed Sam to place the packet in Michael’s disbelieving hand.

Dean went over to you then, giving you a meaningful once-over as you held yourself. He softened when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“You all right?” he said quietly, laying a hand on the small of your back. You still couldn’t quite speak, but you nodded at him gratefully, tucking a wily strand of hair behind your ear.

Michael took notice of it once he peeled his eyes from the divorce papers, and up at you and Dean. Michael’s lips pursed as his posture became even more tense and irate.

“I’m not signing this,” he said, tossing the folder onto the coffee table beside the evidence of his infidelity. He met your wary gaze. “Look, I’m not saying I’ve been a perfect husband, but you’re my wife. That still means something to me. We can…we can still work this out.”

Against your will, hot tears burned in your eyes, and your mouth trembled. The men watched you closely.

You shook your head.

“No. We can’t,” you said. “You’re not the man I thought I married.”

In those blue eyes, you thought you saw the shine of a breaking heart. But all too quickly, it turned into anger and denial. Michael meant to cross the narrow distance between you with a threat on his mind and tight coiling of his entire frame. Dean’s hand slid from your back as he stepped in between, fisting a hand in the other man’s dress shirt and pressing there hard.

“You take your hands off me before I tear you apart,” Michael hissed.

Dean’s face was full of cold fire, with a threat thinly veiled underneath. “Lay another hand on her, and I’ll break every bone you got left.”

“Dean,” you gasped, reaching out for him. His backward glance at you warned you to stay where you were.

Michael became even more incensed. Again, he was noticing the familiarity between you and this man invading his space, threatening him, and standing between him and his wife. Before he could open his mouth to protest, Sam finally spoke up again.

“If you don’t take that file and leave now, peacefully, then this isn’t the only one of your affairs that’s going to come to light,” Sam said.

Michael hesitated. He glanced over at Sam with an angry raise of his brow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think you know very well what it means,” Sam replied. He picked up the folder of evidence he gave you and slipped out a few documents that highlighted an audit of Milligan Meats.

“How does a family business stay so incredibly lucrative during one of the worst times for meat production since the Depression?” Sam wondered aloud. “Maybe it has something to do with those connections you made in Philadelphia, greasing hands like Vondich, from Pittsburg. Or accepting kickbacks from the Torelli family to stock their restaurants with higher quality beef. Who knew that your father had deep, shall we say intimate ties, to one of the biggest mafia families in New York City?”

Once Sam showed the numbers and records, written in Michael’s own painstaking hand, your husband’s face went ashen.

“How did you get this?” he said. Then, as it dawned on him, he looked over at you in betrayal. You hadn’t known about the Torellis, but Sam had been able to sort the last five years of audits for himself, thanks to your investigation of Michael’s office.

“I did my own digging, Mr. Milligan,” Sam said, earning back his attention. “Your wife’s only part in this was asking for my help in securing her divorce. As you can see, I’m very thorough. And these aren’t my only copies of this information. I’m fully prepared to take it to the authorities, today.”

His lie was to protect you, just as much as Dean physically putting himself between you and Michael was. You didn’t know if Michael entirely bought the lie, but eventually, his shoulders sagged in defeat.

He grabbed the papers from Sam’s hand, pivoted on his heel, and turned to leave. However, Michael stopped at the doorway to look back at you.

“This is really what you want?” he asked.

You nodded. “You know it is.”

With that confirmation, Michael took his heavy heart with him when he left.

Sam and Dean helped you repack your things. Neither of them trusted Michael to leave you alone now that he knew where you were. You didn’t want to make such a fuss, but they insisted on helping to put you up at a different hotel across town.

Sam took half of your belongings in his car, where he also had Dean’s one and only suitcase. Dean loaded the rest of your luggage in a taxicab and sat beside you, mostly staring out the window while he smoked. During the ride, you couldn’t help but glance at him every so often. You noted his profile, handsome as always, except now you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking.

“Dean,” you said quietly. It earned you his attention, as his eyes roamed over you from your familiar beige jacket to your favorite burgundy lipstick.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I am,” you nodded, giving him a small smile. “Thank you.”

You tried to convey deeper things with your words, and you thought Dean read your meaning. He hesitated for a moment, but he took up your hand and pressed a kiss to your fingers.

“Sam’s gonna keep watching out for you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything,” he said.

Your smile fell. “You’re still going back to Kansas?”

Dean held your gaze for a long moment, and let out a breath through his nose.

“Nothing’s changed, sweetheart. I’m still a man with a lot to make of himself, and you’re still a married woman, even without the ring,” he said, gesturing to your left hand held in his. “It’s not the right time for us…and I’m not asking you to wait for me to get my act together. It’s not fair to you.”

You were quiet for a while. The cab’s tires continued rolling over bits of gravel in the street, the honking horns and other pocketed sounds of the city falling into a background symphony. You glanced up at Dean, meeting his eyes once more.

“I don’t regret anything,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “I could never.”

The corner of his lips quirked upwards. “Me either, baby. Not for all the world.” 

He held your hand until the taxi stopped in front of the hotel. Dean leaned over to open the door. He helped you out of the car, but there, he let you go.

You supposed you’d have to be strong enough to walk alone this time.

March 1946

Four months later, it was official. 

Oh, Michael sure made it difficult. Sam did make a point to keep an eye on you though. He even hired a client and friend, Benny Lafitte, to accompany you to and from work every day. The burly man was an intimidating presence, but he was kind and respectful. He made you feel safer, especially in the evenings when he kept watch of your apartment for a while, sat out front in his car.

Michael was tenacious. He likely used his connections through town, however nefarious they might be, to find out where you were staying again. He continued to show up outside your hotel room. 

Nonetheless, when he sat up against your door all night and realized that you wouldn’t budge, the anger finally drained out of Michael. The exhaustion and guilt set in, perhaps not for the first time. 

Then, he drunkenly apologized through the closed door, not knowing you were leaning in on the other side of it. It wasn’t the kind of apology that meant anything, you thought, but the kind that meant to let him save face in your eyes, to persuade you into softening. 

You didn’t soften, even though he tried everything to get you to reconsider. He tried gentle words and grandiose gestures, even so far as getting down on his knees outside the door and begging—something you’d never seen him do, not once. Part of you wanted to open the door just an inch if it allowed you to see that sight.

Your tears came, but not because your heart was easing up to him. Your heart was breaking again, knowing this was the end. 

He tried reminding you of how difficult it would be for you afterwards, how it might affect your family, your job, everyone’s perception of you. More importantly to him, it would affect how people saw him, a man divorced after barely a year. 

Somehow, you found the strength to speak to him slowly from inside the door. 

“It’s already done, Michael. And so am I,” you said. “After I saw you and Dolores together with my own eyes, I…I was intimate with another man. I didn’t do it to hurt you, but I still did it.”

His silence was deafening. Not being able to see him actually made this easier though. You sighed.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t go back to us,” you said, “because that would be a lie.”

You couldn’t see it, but his face tightened as angry tears filled his eyes. He felt the weight of his decisions like never before, along with a pulsing, phantom pain in his skull that alcohol could no longer dull. Dimly, he remembered the man he used to be, before. He remembered having a shred of honor to his name, even before he married you. And he did that because he’d loved you. He was sure that he had, somehow…

“I am sorry, darling,” he croaked. “You have to know…”

You nodded, taking a breath to try and steady yourself. 

“I know,” you realized. As much as he was able to be, he was sorry.

He picked himself up from outside your door and walked away. He never returned after that.

In those four months, you resolved to move back to Sioux Falls. New York had become your home in the past year and a half you’d lived here, but it wasn’t who you were. You wanted a quieter life. A more peaceful life. 

You initially agreed to move to the city with Michael because you had wanted to please him, and make his transition back to civilian life easier in his familiar surroundings. You thought the two of you were building a life together.

New York City was still a heartbeat of a world, but it was no longer in your heart. 

Now, you were finishing up on packing your things at the hotel. You left for South Dakota tomorrow, and you already sent your last payment to Sam Winchester a few days ago, along with a handwritten letter thanking him for his help. You felt badly for not going to visit his office in person, but it would be too hard. You would be too tempted to ask about his brother. 

Dean.

Just the thought of his name made your heart constrict. You weren’t sure if it was only with pain, though you hoped he was doing well. You tried to remember that you had known him for barely a week. Your mind and your heart shouldn't be so taken up with him.

And yet.

He had seen you at your lowest, belly-to-the-ground low. He had brushed away your tears and hadn’t tried to flatter you with pretty words. He’d made you feel better with simple, raw honesty.

He gave you a window into his past, even though a soldier like him wouldn’t easily pry himself open for anyone, short of his own brother, you suspected. So you’d come to realize, whenever the memory of him greeted you after that day in the park, that he’d given you something special. Perhaps the best night of your life.

Your fingers paused on the brass doorknob to what had been your bedroom for the past few months. It was a modest one, complete with a kitchen and a small two-seater sofa.

Hotels were expensive, but your parents had been kind enough to send you some money to help you. They’d been dismayed to learn of the reasons behind your divorce, of course. They both had been against it at first, but when they heard your voice over the phone, along with the full story, they finally agreed to support you in what way they could, especially by welcoming you back home.

You were looking forward to seeing them. It had only been a couple of months since they’d come to the city for Christmas, but you were ready to go home to some familiarity, and to your family’s support. 

You shook your head to get yourself unstuck from all of that. You straightened the wrinkles out of your long skirt and adjusted the collar of your blouse. You had just come home from your last day of work not too long ago, so you supposed you would take a bath and get changed into something more comfortable before you finished packing. Your train left tomorrow, early in the morning.  

You were about to head into the bathroom when you heard a knock at the door. Frowning, you wondered who it could be. If it was Michael again, you were not opening the door, and you’d call the police for good measure if he stuck around. You were done entertaining him in every sense of the word. 

You went to the door and looked into the peephole. Your brows furrowed. You unlatched all three locks on the door and opened it to the room service maid.

“Hi, Bridget, how are you?” you greeted her.

“Oh, I’m doing well, ma’am. Sorry, I’m a bit behind today, but I’m here to clean the room.”

“Oh, well, now isn’t really a good time,” you said. You had duffel bags and suitcases open, with your clothes, a curling iron, and other things thrown about. Not to mention, you had a leftover sandwich sitting half-eaten on the dining table with a nearly empty bag of chips.

“I’m afraid I can’t come back later,” said Bridget. She tended to talk with her hands, made more interesting by the fact that she held a broom with one hand, and pulled her cleaning cart with the other. “It’ll be too late, and then you’ll be asleep!”

“Look, I’ll just clean tonight, and you can come back tomorrow after I leave. How does that sound?” you suggested.

“All right, if that’s how you want it,” Bridget said with a shrug. She threw her broom on the cart and started pushing it down the hall. She still called back to you over her shoulder, “Goodnight, ma’am! Safe travels for your trip home.”

You shook your head with a weary smile. “Thank you. Goodnight!”

You closed the door behind you and reset all the locks in place. Releasing a heavy sigh, you supposed you should get back to packing. You turned to do just that, when there came another knock on the door. This time it was a heavier sound.

“For God’s sake. What is it now?” you groused.

You went back to look into the peephole. This time, your mouth fell open in a gasp. You undid all the locks again with shaking hands, and you opened the door. There stood Dean Winchester. 

He looked nice. Dapper really, wearing a dark blue suit and tie over a crisp white shirt and blue waistcoat underneath. His hair was combed and gelled and parted to the right, and he smelled faintly of a woodsy cologne.

He also looked just as stricken to see you. His eyes were as green as you remembered, and they took in your form from head to toe. They returned to your face, softening slightly, and he smiled. 

“Hey, sweetheart.”

God, his voice. It threatened to make you weak. 

You shook your head and managed to smile back at him. “What’re you doing here?”

He chuckled. “Well, that’s some welcome.”

“You know what I mean.” You reached out for him, and he took your hand, raising the back of it to his lips in a kiss. All the while, his eyes never left you. Your face flushed hotly, your heartbeat leaping in and out of rhythm. 

“I’m here to see you,” he said, matter of factly. As if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Your mouth ran dry. It was difficult to form words, but somehow you managed it.

“Would…would you like to come in then?” you offered. 

“I’d like nothing more,” he replied. 

The depths in his words made a tingle run down your spine, though you tried to hide your reaction to it. You let him in and shut the door behind you both. 

“So you’re headed home, huh?” he asked. He was sitting next to you on the couch with a soda you procured for him, and a cigarette in hand, yet to be lit. 

“Did Sam tell you?” you asked. 

Dean nodded, smiling ruefully. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

You ducked your head, a bit embarrassed. He tossed his unlit cigarette on the coffee table and tucked a finger under your chin. He raised your head until you met his eyes. 

“There she is,” he said softly. 

You sucked in a breath laden with emotion. Tears welled up in your eyes. 

“Why are you here, Dean?”

“I think you know,” he said, his thumb brushing your cheek. 

“I think you need to say it,” you replied, daring him with the directness of your gaze. His hand fell away from your chin, just to cup your cheek as he moved closer. You grabbed onto his arm in reflex.

“I told you, I had to see you,” he admitted. 

“Why? Why now?” you asked. “After what you said last time… For goodness’ sake, Dean. Why wait until I’m about to leave?”

“Because,” Dean said. He took a subtle breath, making himself relax. “Because I had to sort myself out, and I had to wait until the ink dried on those damn divorce papers. Because if I’d come any sooner, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”

Hope dared to rise high in your throat. Your eyes flit over his face, and finally met his.

“From what?” you whispered.

Dean tilted his head to consider it. He bit into his lip, and then, he made a choice.

He kissed you with abandon. He kept kissing you, stealing your breath, finding new angles to devour you with. He robbed you of any coherent thought in your head the moment his tongue breached your lips to curl against yours. It was all you could do to keep up with him, but you grabbed onto his jacket and made indents in the fabric with your nails. His hands moved down your body to squeeze your waist, pulling you flush against him. You moaned into his mouth.

“Dean,” you said, half on a gasp, half on a whimper.

He managed to slow down for a moment. His hand came up to pet your hair.

“No matter what the hell I do, I’m selfish. I just…I can’t let you go,” he said, with furrowed brows.

You shook your head in dismay. “You didn’t need to, you know. I wouldn’t have let you take me home that night if I didn’t think you were a good man…and I certainly wouldn’t have invited you in.”

Your lips tugged at a smile, making Dean smirk as well. That memory had stayed with him too, usually on long nights alone in his house. He tried to remember the sweet smell of your perfume, the feeling of your soft skin, the sound of your pretty moans in his ear. Even now, the thought stirred the well of arousal inside him.

But also, there were other things he missed, like the sight of your smile, your sweeter voice, somehow gentle and strong all at once. He shook his head, thumbing at your cheek.

“The truth is, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the day I met you,” he said. “I’m pretty sure that means I love you.”

Your eyes blinked wide at him in shock. His face was steady and even, but his amusement was starting to peek through the longer he looked at you.   

“Pretty sure?” you asked breathlessly. 

“Well, I’m willing to be more definitive on the subject if you are,” he teased. 

You fought a smile, but you couldn’t quite help it. Still, doubt began to creep in from behind.

“I want to believe you,” you said quietly. “But part of me is afraid that these are all just pretty words. If I let another man—”

“I’m not another man,” Dean said. His tone was firm, but also imploring, willing you to hear him. He gave your waist a gentle squeeze. “I’m me and you’re you. It’s not about Michael, or anyone else right now but us. And you’ve gotta know…sweetheart, you’ve gotta know that I’m not him.”

You tried steadying yourself with a breath. Your watery gaze cut away from Dean, but he wouldn’t let you hide. He gently brought you back, once again guiding your chin. He swept the lone tear from your cheek.

“Please, just tell me the honest truth. Tell me how you feel about us, and I promise, I won’t take it for granted,” he said. He knew he was practically begging, sounding almost needy and weak, but he couldn’t walk away from you again. Not until he knew for sure what you could want from him…what you could want with him.

The seconds of waiting for your answer were more agonizing than the long hours he spent traveling back to New York.

Until finally, you spared him. You shook your head and raised a hand to caress his cheek, your thumb brushing over his plush lower lip.

“After you left, I thought about you every morning when I woke up. And I prayed for you every night before I went to sleep,” you said. “I’m pretty sure that means I love you too.”

Dean smiled. It was a soft, boyish smile that seemed too young for his face. You loved him all the more for it.

He leaned in…but he hesitated, stopping just shy of your lips.

“Look, I still don’t know if I can be the man you need,” he said. He looked into your eyes. “But I can promise to try, every day, and for the rest of our lives.”

Hot tears once again stung in your eyes, threatening to blur your vision.

“That’s all I could ask for, Dean,” you replied. “I’ll try for you too.”

He smiled slightly, holding you a little closer by your waist.

“Good, because my shoulder still hurts sometimes. Gonna need you to work another miracle or two.”

You laughed and nodded, your hand sliding back up his arm to rub the old injury in his shoulder.

“My specialty,” you teased.

His smile dimmed then, becoming a touch serious, and even rueful.

“And, uh…I don’t sleep so well at times, either,” he said.

You sobered as well. “Me too,” you said. Your lips hinted at a smile again. “But we can keep each other company.”

Dean read the thread of suggestion in your eyes, despite the hint of shyness. His smile began to perk up again.

“I can also be kind of stubborn,” he admitted.

Amused, you tilted your head and ran a gentle hand over his chest. Was he giving you every reason you might say no to him?

“Well, I’m sure I can find a way to soften you up,” you said.

Chuckling, Dean took your hand and pressed a kiss into your palm. “Oh, I got no doubts about that, sweetheart.”

He rested your hand back on his chest and thought for a moment more. You just waited for him, patiently stroking his hand with your thumb. You had time to wait.

“You know, I occasionally like to cook too,” he said, with something of an embarrassed chuckle.

Your smile brightened with interest. “Really? Well,” you said, slipping your hand out of his and winding your arms around his neck. “We can take turns feeding each other then.”

Dean really liked the way your mind worked. His hands splayed along your lower back and brought you more flush against his chest. Your face was mere inches from his, tilted up to him in waiting.

Again, he stopped short of kissing you.

“Ah, there’s probably a lot more you should know, but this one’s kind of a big one,” Dean said. That serious tone crept back up in his voice. “I’ve got a plan to make money. It’s not a sure-fire thing, but it’s an honest one. And even if it doesn’t work, I’ll just try something else. I’ll do whatever it takes to take care of you. You don’t gotta worry about anything, okay?”

You smiled at his earnestness. What surprised you most of all was that you believed him. Every word. Because you could see it in the deep green of his eyes. If you trusted him, he wouldn’t let you down. Or at least, he would try his hardest. Try really was all you could ask for.

“Then I’ll take care of you too,” you nodded, stroking his cheek.

Dean’s smile rang true as well.

He finally kissed you again, trapping you thereafter against the sofa.

You sighed and nuzzled your head in a more comfortable position on Dean’s shoulder. The train bound for South Dakota was travelling full speed ahead, four days after your initially booked ticket. The carriage bumped and jostled you both at times, but you felt nothing but peace. 

Dean turned his attention towards you, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. His fingers entwined with yours in his lap. 

“Comfortable?” he asked, both genuine and a little teasing. 

“Mhmm,” you nodded. Your eyes closed as you let out a breath. He smiled into your hair. 

“So what’s it like in Sioux Falls?” he asked quietly, as to not disturb you too much. He just wanted to keep hearing your voice. He’d missed it. He’d missed you. 

“Quieter than the city,” you replied, after a moment to think about it. “Slower, but in some ways nicer. I think you’ll like it more than New York, anyway, and I think my parents will like you too…if they don’t think too much less of me.”

“Why would they think less of you?” Dean asked. 

You picked your head up and looked up at him a bit bashfully. You raised up your joined hands, where his mother’s wedding bands now rested on your ring finger. 

“For marrying another man they’ve never met, scarcely two minutes after the ink dried, so to speak,” you said, using his words. 

Dean chuckled, and he wrapped you up more snugly against him and rubbed your back. If you wanted to get technical, the new marriage license was the most recent “ink” to be penned. Sam had been your witness, of course, and he’d hugged you both afterwards. For Dean, Sam’s hug was tight and bracing. 

“I’m happy for you, Dean. I’m always here for you. Anything you need.”

“That’s my line, little brother.”

Dean hadn’t known that the two of you needed to take a blood test just to get hitched, let alone that the license wouldn’t be valid for 72 hours. Though it did give you and Dean the opportunity to put your hotel room to good use for those three days. Call it a honeymoon before the honeymoon. 

(In fairness, you’d tried to hold out for decency’s sake, but your resolve dissipated even quicker than Dean’s.)

“Don’t worry, I’ll charm ‘em,” he said with a grin. 

You snorted. “Good luck with my father. Be prepared for his grilling. Where do you plan to live? What’re you doing for work?”

“Well, the first one we can talk about. The second one, I’ve already got an idea,” said Dean. “I wanted to wait until I saw you again to decide…but I plan to sell the house in Lawrence.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Really? Why?”

You had already been mentally preparing yourself for a move to Kansas after visiting your parents. You never considered that Dean would want to sell his family home.

“For the money. I’m thinking that after all this, you want to stick closer to home, be near your family,” he said. “I’ve got nothing tying me down over there besides the house, so I figure we can use the money to buy one here. With whatever’s left, I could try to start an auto repair shop. Nothing big to start. Just a space big enough for the work. I’m not picky about it. Your uncle could send me the stragglers from his tows, if he’s agreeable to it.”

“After he gets to know you, I don’t see why not. Dean, that’s a great idea and…thank you,” you replied. Your heart was touched that he would sell his family home, just so you could be near your family. You squeezed his hand and blinked past the tears beginning to burn in your eyes.

“Really, you don’t know what it means to me that you’d consider me like that.”

Dean noticed you getting worked up. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, though part of him felt a bit bashful. 

“It’s not all that special,” he said. You didn’t budge, however. 

“Yes, it is,” you said. You leaned up, wordlessly requesting a kiss. Dean obliged you. He kissed you long and slow and tender. 

He broke away after a while, just to look over your shoulder. He smiled. Then he leaned forward, careful to keep you secure in his arms as he locked the door. 

“What’re you up to?” you asked in amusement, despite the fire churning inside you.

“It’s a long way to the Midwest, sweetheart. I’m taking advantage of it,” he said. “What do you say?”

A knowing smile began to tug at your lips. “Hmm, depends on what you want to do.”

Dean shifted you onto his lap. Smirking at your small sound of surprise, he made a show of undoing every button that laced down the front of your dress with slow precision. Your breathing shallowed as you watched his nimble hand go one by one. 

“I plan to take my time,” he said. “I plan to make us both glad this train is loud enough to drown out just about anything.” 

He laid a kiss just above your neckline. The more buttons he loosened, the more bare skin he had to trail his affections, like on the tops of your breasts, and another kiss in between them. Uttering a soft sigh, you held him to you by his hair and threaded your fingers through the brown strands. His other hand squeezed your bottom, earning a stifled giggle from you. 

“I plan to map out every part of you, all over again,” he said, “until I can see it all with my eyes closed. Until we’re both sweaty and satisfied.” 

He raised his head just to mark a biting, claiming kiss on your throat, making your breath hitch. 

“That okay with you, baby?” he asked again. 

You felt his growing smile against your skin. You tightened a hand in his hair in retaliation. It was a scandalous proposal, not to mention risky. You two could be booted off the train, for heaven’s sake…  

Your breaths were shallow as he slipped a hand under the collar of your blouse, even under the bra to palm at your breast.

“You better not stop, Sergeant,” you whispered. 

When he chuckled, you felt it deep in your chest.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, shortly before he claimed your lips again.

The train rode on.

AN: I promised a happy ending, didn't I? 😉✨ What did you think of the "end" of Michael, as well as how she and Dean worked things out? I absolutely loved working on this series and this AU world. Maybe I'll do another '40s AU in the future! 💖

But until then, I have lots of fun things coming up! You'll hear about the next story soon. 😘

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@agentevelynaldenandfriends​​ asked: #  ( for Eve only if you're comfortable with it )

Call Me Beep Me | Currently accepting.

             - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Because Roy only knows her in the professional sense, and he’s not good friends with her yet, he has her in his phone as: Alden (Eve).

             - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

Should Eve have social media, then that is likely where Roy went to grab a picture of her to sync up to his contacts. He undoubtedly picked one that looked more formal and professional for Eve’s approval.

          - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

It’s a surprise to no one that Roy is a fan of rock music. So, when he has 10 A.M. Automatic by the Black Keys as Eve’s ringtone, he’s not catching anyone off-guard. “I thought of using Satisfaction by the Stones, but I’m not much of a fan of Jagger’s voice.”

           - my muse’s last text to your muse

[ text to: Alden (Eve) ] Head’s up for when you come in today: they bought the crap coffee. [ text to: Alden (Eve) ] If you like yourself, get your coffee elsewhere. [ text to: Alden (Eve) ] They never run these decisions by me 😮‍💨

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 18

"We should throw a baby shower/gender reval party" "your right ill decorate" "thank you so much"

"i just woke up from a-WHAT THE HELL" "you dont like it" "no......I LOVE IT" i exclaim. "THANK GOODNESS" i was struggling "let me get me dressed then we can invite people" "ok"

I wore this and anthony wore this

"YOU LOOK SO CUTE BEA" i blurt "ditto" Anthony said "do i l-ook b-ig a-lready" i stutter "your not stupid but that was a pretty dumb questions" he whisper  "sorry" i stammer "NO IM SORRY" he squeals "i love you so much" i utter "then how do i love you more?" he questions  "lets start inviting people"

Dark bitches in white girl

                                    Will you go to our baby shower?

Morgan Saylor:yes

Brian Marcyes

Justin Bartha:yes

Bobbi Salvör Menuez;yes

Chris Noth:yes

Ralph Rodriguez:yes

Men and monters

Dennis:yess

Kelvin Harrison Jr:yes

Jasmine Cephas Jones:yes

Chanté Adams:yes

Rob Morgan:hell yA

Lindsey Morgan:mj,

Pico Alexander:sure

Caitlin Stasey:yes sir

Rita Volk:ill be there

Amadeus Serafini: ill be there early

Jon Rudnitsky:ill tryqns make it

Edward Burns:i got you

Zoe Levin:just for y/n

Cara Buono:for yiu bestie boo

Nicole Beharie:OFC

Millie Bobby Brown:if my mom says yes😭😭

Vera Farmiga:mother says you can go😜

Kyle Chandler:so dose dad

Sally Hawkins:im literally hawkins but ye

Ken Watanabe:why not

Zhang Ziyi:kwollio

Charles Dance:coolio my doolio

Bradley Whitford:yes

Thomas Middleditch:sure

Elizabeth Ludlow:if im not tied or nothing

David Strathairn:no.

Aisha Hinds:YES

Randy Havens:I GOT A JOB BUT SURE

Jimmy Gonzales:SURE BESTIE WESTIE

Joe Morton:ONLY FOR MY BESTIE WESTIE Y/N

Laurie DhuHER:DUR

Jonathan Howard:erm sure

Tyler Crumley:cook

Orelon Sidney:sure

CCH Pounder:is there food

Kelli Garner:yeah OFC

Rose Bianco:why even ask

Lyle Brocato:sure cutie

Kevin Shinick:WHO TOL YO ASS TO GO GET A GIRL PREGGY

Josh Winot:his dick odvisouly

Justice Leak:duh stupid bitch

T.C. Matherne:fuck hoe DUR

Al Vicente:YALL ARE SO MEAN😭😭😭 Yeah ant

Natalie Pero:sure ramos

Fiona Hardingham:duh martinez

Paul S. Ryden:mhm ant

Zac Zedalis:cool Anthony

Kenneth Israel:ofc pual

Skylar Denney:WHO

Vince Foster:his middle name

Jesse O'Neill: sí señor

Madeline Brumby: KOOL

Patti Schellhaas KWOLOIO

Joey Beni:CWOOL

Fred Galle:IS Y/N STILL CURE

Joey Thurmond:mhm

Mason Pikea:sure

Aaron Taylor-Johnson:idk

Bryan Cranston:what ev

T.J. Story:DOY

Jason Liles:DOI

John Bubniak:ig

AlExAnDeR hAmIlToN

Guess what

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:chicken butt?

WERE HAVINNG A BABY SHOWER/GENDER REVALTODAY WHO CAN COME

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:imma be der first

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:you littarly live down the street from the, but yes from me

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:mhm

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:yes sir

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:what do you take for

Christopforgetme👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾‍🦰👱🏾‍♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾‍🦰👩🏾‍🦳🧒🏾👩🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦰🧑🏾‍🦳👦🏿🧑🏾‍🦱👱🏾‍♀️👨🏾‍🦳👩🏾👨🏾‍🦱:im littarly her dad💀💀💀duh

Oakyyyyy the uncool tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾: im littarly her bro 💀💀

Unhonset feet

Liam Neeson:i thought i star strucked you

Kate Walsh:lemme wash some clothes AND ILL COME

Jai Courtney:I MIGHT BE LATE BUT ILL COME

Jeffrey Donovan:ill be early

Robert Patrick:mhm

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽: i alr said yes

Michael Malvesti:if you name the baby after me

Tazzie:maybe

Devon Diep:if i rember

Herlin Navarro:can i prefromer

Lewis D. Wheeler:might not be social but sure

Jose Guns Alves:i will be social and go

Osmani Rodriguez:duh

Adam Teper:i will be social but wont go

Mark Rhynard:will the Hamilton cast be there

Jeffrey Wright:doy

Guy Cooper:dur

James Milord:doi

Kayla Caulfield:yes

Adrian M. Mompoint:ye

Arthur Hiou:cool

In the fights😜😜😜😜

Melissa Barrera:if you kid dont be shaking they ass for half of the hights

Lin-Manuel Miranda:IM LITTARLY HER ADOPTIVE DAD FRL FRL

Stephanie Beatriz:ODVI

Ariana Greenblatt:if shes the barrios best

Christopher Jackson:im littarly her third dad

Marc Anthony:sure name twin

Rita Moreno:mabey

Daphne Rubin-Vega:just because i havent seen her in FOREVER

Corey Hawkins:IF THERES FOOD

Leslie Grace:yes

Dascha Polanco:what

Jimmy Smits:can i be the god father

Olga Meredir:GOD MOTHER

Isabella Iannelli:dun

Gregory Diaz IV:mhm

Hailey Jade Panchame:♣︎no♣︎

Luis A. Miranda Jr.:yeah

Susan Pourfar:purr

Hannah Hathaway:bored

Seth Stewart:uh huh

Javier Muñoz:★yes★

Doreen Montalvo:i need to eat

Kadrolsha Ona Carole:today right

The Kid Mero:yes

Nicholas Stewart:yes

Maria Hinojosa:yes

Protest Leader:yes

Serge Onik:yes

Jessica Castro:yes

Daymien Valentino:yes

Leo Moctezuma:yes

Martha Nichols:yes

Julia Harnett:yes

Tom Berklund:yes

Rhapsody James:yes

Ryan Woodle:yes

Noah Catala:yes

Graffiti Pete:yes

Andre Da Silva:yes

Mateo Gómez:yes

Francisco Solorzano:yes

Jos Laniado:yes

Nina Lafarga:yes

Annie Pisapia:yes

Ken Holmes:yes

Nelson Coates:yes

Valéry Lessard:yes

Yesy Garcia:yes

Duh.

Sam Rockwell:duh

Richard Ayoade:duh

Zazie Beetz:duh

Awkwafina:no

Lilly Singh:mhm

Marc Maron:duh

Alex Borstein:duh

Nyvi Estephan:duh

Onoe Matsuya:duh

Craig Robinson:duh

Yūko Kaida:duh

Jean-Pascal Zadi:duh

Ken Yasuda:duh

Kappei Yamaguchi:duh

Kimiko Saitō:duh

Doully:duh

Saverio Raimondo:duh

Fumito Kawai:duh

First Summer Uika:duh

Shohei Osada:duh

Kurt Krömer:duh

Pierre Niney:duh

Loup:duh

Elise Schaap:duh

Igor Gotesman:duh

Serpent:duh

Maasa Takahashi:duh

Sebastian Bezzel:duh

Jannis Niewöhner:duh

Max Giermann:duh

Rômulo Estrela:duh

Fynn Kliemann:duh

Mr. Shark:duh

Alice Belaidi:duh

Andrey Burkovskiy:duh

Sergio Guizé:duh

Walt Dohrn:duh

Babu Santana:duh

Frank Lammers:duh

Mikhail Bashkatov:duh

Joyce Ilg:duh

Luis Lobianco:duh

Valerio Lundini:duh

Barbara Goodson:duh

Gijs Naber:duh

Nasrdin Dchar:duh

Ulrikke Brandstorp:duh

Jody Bernal:duh

Margherita Vicari:xuh

Miss Tarantula:duh

Jeppe Beck Laursen:duh

Denise Aznam:duh

Rayen Panday:duh

Transfromers robots in my eye

Liza Koshy:duh bitch

Pete Davidson:ion dont even know you fr but ok./j

Peter Cullen:if no one picks me up

Dominique Fishback:duh dumb bitch

Ron Perlman:ofc

Michelle Yeoh:OFC

Peter Dinklage:I 🩷 BABIES SO YAS

Dean Scott Vazquez:can my mom come😭😭💀

Cristo Fernández:if there providing doggy bags

Tobe Nwigwe:can my wife nd kids come

Lauren Vélez:im littarly you mom duh.

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez:sure

Michael Kelly:god yes

Sarah Stiles:god no

John DiMaggio:hell ye

Stratosphere:heck yeah

Colman Domingo:hell yeah

David Sobolov:hell nah

Dylan O'Brien:heck yeah

Tongayi Chirisa:sure

Alan Rickman:yes

Leonard Nimoy:yes

Ophélie Winter:yes

Dorothée:yes

Mister V:yes

Lesley Stahl:yes

Leni Parker:yes

Mme Greene:yes

Jay Farrar:yes

Museum Guard:yes

Aidan Devine:yes

Bishop:yes

Domenic Di Rosa:yes

Jason D. Avalos:yes

Security Guard:yes

Frank Marrs:yes

Mike Chute:yes

Amiel Cayo:yes

Tyler Hall:yes

Dumb money:

Paul Dano:yes

Keith Gill:yes

Shailene Woodley:yes

Caroline Gill:yes

Seth Rogen:yes

Gabe Plotkin:yes

Pete Davidson:yes

Kevin Gill:yes

Talia Ryder:yes

Harmony:yes

Sebastian Stan:yes

Vlad Tenev:yes

America Ferrera:yes

Jennifer Campbell:yes

Dane DeHaan:yes

Brad:yes

Myha'la Herrold:yes

Riri:yes

Nick Offerman:yes

Kenneth C. Griffin:yes

Vincent D'Onofrio:yes

Steve Cohen:yes

Rushi Kota:yes

Baiju Bhatt:yea

Clancy Brown:yes

Winslow Bright:yes

Kate Burton:yes

Marc Rebillet:yes

Larry Owens:yes

Deniz Akdeniz:yes

Christina Brucato:yes

Sal Rendino:yes

Bryan Burton:yes

Brian David Tracy:yes

Mr. Donaldson:yes

Denis Ooi:yes

Khaya Fraites:yes

Damien Jimenez:yes

A.J. Tannen:yes

Anna Fikhman:yes

Alex Hammerli:yes

Ryan Matthew White:yes

Marco Formosa:yes

Dillon Geyselaers:yes

Neil Towne:yes

Gerardo Rodriguez:yes

Stephen Reich:yes

21 dump street:

HI MY NAME IS LIN MIRANADA:ive told you twice.

Lissy my sissy🩷:duh bro

Alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day:mhm

Trickster:duh

Mr.holley:yes:

[maybequinnidk]

2x05

"it's your first day of work" "no!" what is this? do i relate to mon-el? scandalous

kara forgot the purpose of the glasses. 😮‍💨

they didn't have to give him a job. how did he get the job. if they just wanted him to go out every now and then he could just live with winn and run errands together or whatever. but it's whatever

EVE 🚨🚨🚨 ANDREA BROOKS

crinkle highlight counter: nah

"who would do that?" i think her ex

chyler is so beautiful

pants pants pants

where did he learn to fight like that

oh no his dad's camera

james loses/gives up his dad's camera counter: yes this happens more than once for some reason

can you believe she's tripple crossing

lip bite counter: one too many for it to be friendly

"can i come too" "no" and then he didn't go, the end

first name basis between the sanvers

forgot she existed

banter between the sanvers

alex trying to cheer her up. aww

"I'm not gay" that's what kara said too and look at her now

grosssssss eww icky disgusting

james can just leave like that? ok.

nvm i guess it was night already

my mom's commentary: james and winn aren't friends bc james tricked winn into giving him information

your pictures are good for the world.

listen to him

she's eating the gay away

advisor alex is the best alex

how did she find her address.

she really thinks she's a good mother huh

and so lena properly meets supergirl, after she already knows where she lives and works and after she gave her unrestricted access to her heart office

Katie's voice

is crap a swear word? (bc if they say ass and bitch couldn't they say "shit"? or is that on the same level as "fuck"?)

and if so.. you know what that means. kara swears counter: +1

the nerds meet

lena is so starstruck. but also...

nevermind, she said golly. kara swears counter: -10 points

that bun + sleeveless dress combo again. also her heels

lena got potstickers for her girl

james calm the hell down

i live her somuch so much a lot very very

lena saves the day counter: 1 (i will actually keep track of this one)

she didn't understand what winn was talking about

not you too.

at least that got us kelly as guardian in s6 so i guess it's worth it

yay he was fired 🎉

im a fan of her outfits in this season so far. also a fan of her in dark colors. also a fan of her in general

she kept that page

🎼straight hair, straight A's, straightforward. straight path i don't cut corners. i make a point to be on time🎶 little miss perfect that's me

she thought she was ace is what i got

"think about how many people know they're gay because of me" ← maggie, 2016

supercorp balcony scene, kind of

screaming, crying, speechless yelling

kara did not smile that much when mon-el said it.

something something, lillian is evil, something something rhea is evil something something kara defends lena and mon-el from their mothers. whatever

rewatching and commenting SG because it's leaving netflix soon, s2

season 1 was satisfying overall, not that frustrating

lots of lena

2x01

why another location? whatever, it's fine. i like the old place too, alex

I 100% believe that kara thought the online quiz would be accurate, just like she thought the dating app in 1x01 would be, bc the algorithm cant possibly be wrong right? bc that's how it was on krypton

"kiera danvers"

eve !!!! i love her so much

"MISS TESSMACHER" counter: 1 (lex stole that from ms grant)

the striped one looked better

i just wanted kara to be a space nerd. is that too much to ask??? "yes", the cw responds

thank god cat and lena weren't there

oh look it's him. so inoffensive

super cousins save the day together counter: 1

new and upgraded title card

in s1 j'onn didn't seem to have beef with clark when they mentioned him that one time

her skirt has pockets. i want it

ok so crushing on kryptonians give badass CEOs prosopagnosia, got it

LENAAAAA 🚨🚨🚨 KATIEEEE

"and who are you exactly?" does she not recognize her gf?

a fic where cat and lena are friends and talk about their crushes on clark and kara to each other and the other is like "you do know that their are a super, right?" and the other is like "pfft nah"

"mr. kent" she says as if she doesn't know who he is. as if he wasn't lex's best friend once upon a time. as if they're complete strangers. but after everything they might as well be

kara's unwavering belief in lena counter: ∞

they should stop talking about super stuff in the middle of a croud

another partnership ruined bc of kryptonite

another batman reference. they said gotham this time. improvements

"i was thinking italian, I could fly there" not gonna say it, not gonna say it. there's four seasons to go still

her dress also has pockets?? amazing

"MISS TESSMACHER" counter: 2

im gonna miss her

"who would want lena luthor dead?" j'onn. my man. who doesn't want her dead? have you met her family? they hate her! and the luthor-haters also hate her

kaznia mentioned

you know what? her face does look different with glasses and her hair up

not them casually talking like they didn't just meet today

alex's fight scenes are so good

lena with a gun counter: 1

Kara's brain turning into mush when lena talks to her. mood

cat is already proud of her protege

she's leaving

"miss tessmacher" counter: 1

she really said "something has changed within me, something is not the same. im through with playing by the rules of someone else's game"

winn rambling is cute

cousin banter. cute too

i wish kal-el had been more present in kara's life for her sake. but for my sake, im glad he is not so present in the show

ugh lillian