#so i asked my partner whether he'd be ok with using the watch without the additional functions and he said yes

[nerdnag]

jfc i am so tired of always having to assume that there's an undisclosed, required app involved whenever i buy something these days

[minyard-05]

hiii againnn can i ask about Folie à Deux this time? you said cia & andrew missing & kateaaron while i was watching the x files (not super related but i'm a bit obsessed so) and my brain immediately created an attachment to this XD

hellooo yes folie a deux my beloved!!!! sooooo this one i'm actually super proud of because I have the entire thing already plotted out like this whole mystery is all planned and set and complex and i LOVE it dgjdgdh i actually cant wait to write it properly and share it with people

owes its title to an absolutely phenomenal fall out boy album one of my all time favourites

ok!! THE PLOT. now, like you said it primarily follows aaron and katelyn, who are best friends, housemates, and work together as detectives/spies/cia agents/doesnt matter really, on a team that consists of most of our usual suspects: dan, matt & nicky are our tech/intelligence team, with allison, seth, aaron, renee, and katelyn as our main field agents. (note we are missing kevin, andrew, and neil– this is a surprise tool that will help us later). the team is captained/managed by wymack and abby.

a couple of years ago, andrew was also part of this team, and he was their number one, had the most case solves of any of them and was unbelievably good at getting information, in part thanks to his perfect memory and uncanny talent for winning staring contests. long story short, andrew was good at his job. so he was working on a cold case solo, assigned to him specially by wymack. he got it because while the butcher of baltimore has been dead for decades by now, there's been recent movements among some of nathan wesninski's old partners, along with a string of mysterious deaths across the city. nobody else has any idea what to do with this case, except andrew. he was on it for a long time, taken off all other assignments, until one day, he left the city, on his way to a prison to talk to someone he believed had ties to the case. but the prison called wymack a few hours later, saying andrew never got there. there were searches, dives into his case notes, people tried to find him for months, poring over everything he left behind for hours, to no avail. andrew had disappeared, seemingly without a trace.

the solution to the gap andrew left on the team was katelyn mackenzie, who managed to solidify her position there before long, befriending aaron, renee, and eventually the others, but always fully aware she existed permanently inside the shadow of what andrew had left behind.

fast forward two years: aaron and katelyn are partners, and wymack sends them to investigate another death, the body of a twenty-three year old woman that washed up on the banks of the hudson. it's routine, they're used to it, but the case isn't as open-shut as it seems. there's too many holes, too many things that don't add up, and aaron and kate are stubborn, so they keep digging, and they end up finding something that somebody didn't want seeing daylight. the frequency of what they're starting to realise aren't just random deaths starts to increase, and with the city starting to get more and more dangerous, aaron starts finding common threads between andrew's old case files and he and kate's investigation. the question is whether they can find the link, and possibly andrew, before something worse comes knocking.

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The man standing at the desk looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. A long-sleeved gray shirt hung loosely on his thin frame, pale jeans only washing him out further, dark hair falling over his eyes. He glanced up as Aaron approached, and unfolded his arms, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Can I help you?" Aaron asked.

The man nodded. "You're the detective, right? The one doing the Butcher case?"

Aaron didn't correct him on which twin, but nodded.

"Yeah."

The man breathed in deeply, like he was steeling himself.

"My name is Neil Josten. I have information, and I– I think I can help."

[pastafossa]

hiya! i’m asking both you and @bellaxgiornata this question (because you’re my favorite daredevil writers). as someone who was very sunburnt today, july 4th, do you think matt can feel himself get a sunburn? and would he wear sunscreen to counteract it? when we were young, my sister had bad sensory issues and wouldn’t wear sunscreen. so i’m just wondering what matt’s reaction to all that would be. hope you had a great 4th of july!!

I have no idea if @bellaxgiornata this but I'm not going to check because I want to see how our answers stack up if she does!

FIRST... ok wait, first, THANK YOU! 😭 But also I feel that as someone who basically bursts into flame in the sun like a vampire. And while I'd vaguely thought about Matt and his poor pale Irish skin, I hadn't considered it until now so this is a fun What If? Q: Do you think Matt can feel himself getting sunburned?

A: I say yes, based on what happens when you get sunburned. From what I understand, when you start getting burned and those little cells start dying, your body immediately begins damage control: blood vessels dilate to bring in blood and immune cells move in to clean up all the dead and mutated cells. This is why you heat up, the skin is red, you get a nasty case of swelling and inflammation. All of this, in theory, is something Matt can sense even in himself - he'd feel the initial shift in blood, that extra heat, likely before the inflammation and swelling really started. On top of that, burns sting, and with the way his sense of touch is heightened, I'm guessing he'd be able to really, really feel the beginnings of a burn before it got serious. Which would likely happen fairly quickly considering how pale our boy is. Upside is he'd turn out to be an excellent Burn Detector for anyone he's out with. No one's getting burned when he's on watch. But that leads to:

Q: Would he wear sunscreen?

A: This is an interesting one, because like you said, there's a sensory thing. Yeah, plenty of us have fond memories of the scent of sunscreen (cause hey, it means beaches, sunshine, pools, lots of fun things), but some very much do not like it whether it's due to texture or smell. With Matt's sense of smell, I'd go with the scent being less than pleasant, and he wouldn't be fond of that sorta sticky feeling you get from the heavier stuff. I can see him absolutely trying to avoid scenarios where he'd have to wear it, whether that means wearing certain clothes or just kinda dodging events and activities where he might have to deal with it (a public pool would likely be unpleasant in multiple ways anyway, not just in terms of sunscreen) and while he probably enjoys walking through the park or tree-lined streets in the Kitchen, enjoys those patches and moments in the sun, he's not looking to go out in summer and lay there in the grass under sunshine for an extended period of time. Fall's a bit easier (he can enjoy more sunshine without risk of burning since UV radiation is lower) at least, so that's a time he'd be more comfortable spending time out like that.

If a friend or partner really, really wanted him to do Something Summery And Sunny, though, he'd absolutely choose to prioritize their happiness over his comfort (we all know how he is). He'd grimace and stinky cat face and apply the sunscreen - the type for sensitive skin, helping at least a little - because the only thing he'd hate more than the scent/texture of sunscreen is the texture of burns being rubbed constantly for hours beneath the Daredevil suit, cause holy shit would that hurt. Healing meditation is great, but I have a feeling he burns hard and fast, so even his body would struggle to heal sunburn quickly. He learned that the hard way after his first annual Nelson Clan Summer Barbecue at a local park.

But if at all possible, he's going to avoid too much sun, skip the sunscreen, and head inside the second he feels those blood vessels dilate. He's more of a night guy, anyway.

[confusedshades]

Tim's call to Jason was far more direct.

The grunt when Jason picked up had Tim checking the time reflexively and wincing at the display.

"Sorry Jason, but I need a favour."

"Baby bird, it's too early for us nightcrawlers. Unless this is an emergency call back in a few hours."

"I'm cashing in all my chips. It involves blowing up League bases and confronting Ra's."

"Fine. Gimme half an hour before you come pick me up. How long we going to be out of town for?"

"Thanks Jason. We should be back in a week or two. No longer than that."

"Bring some of your fancy coffee."

Tim smiled as he hung up before turning to look at the three people in his living room.

Right. Explanations for the kids before packing. "Kon, could you grab my go bag? The one in the garage please? And make sure that the med kit from the workbench is ready to go as well." Kon nodded before vanishing. Thank god for teammates who could read you decently.

"You're going to leave?" That was the little boy. The attempt at nonchalance had Tim's heart twisting. It sounded like something he'd said to his own parents when they left with no warning on one of their trips.

Tim crouched in front of both the kids. With them on the couch, and him on the floor they were about the same height. "Just for a bit." Tim explained and watched something cross the girls face before she smoothened it out. Right. That wouldn't do.

"I'm not mad at you two. And I'm really happy you two exist and are alive. I'd really like to get to know you if that's ok. But I do want to go....talk to the man who made you without asking me. Make sure that he doesn't do anything like this again."

"Did you want to be a dad?" Tim looked from one kid to the other, uncertain about how to explain.

"Honestly?" At their twin nods Tim exhaled and swept a hand back through his hair. "I never really thought about it. Maybe someday in the future if I had a... partner then yes. But that doesn't mean that I won't try with you two. The only one at fault here is that..." as Tim trailed off trying to find a child appropriate word for the pit soaked decrepit monster he was startled into laughter by the girl's suggestion.

"Fruitloop?"

"Yes that's a good word as any. I'm hoping that once I get back, you two and I can figure out what we all want and what is best for us together, okay? It doesn't matter whether that's together or separately or sometimes together or whatever. We decide it together. For now I'm going to have my friend Kon stay with you to keep you safe and make sure you two are taken care of. I want you both to be good for him."

"You promise to come back?"

Tim smiled and with an old faded memory tugging at his mind, held out his little fingers for each of the kids. When they only looked confused, he asked, "Do you two know what a pinky promise is?" When they shook their heads, Tim nodded. "Well, for me, a pinky promise is the most solemn promise you can make. You wrap you little fingers like this with the person, and you make your promise. You're not supposed to break it at all when you pinky promise anyone so always be sure when you do make one okay?"

When two tiny chubby pinky fingers wrapped around his two slender scarred and calloused ones, something inside Tim shifted. He didn't want to look at it too closely just yet so he packed away the feeling for later.

"I pinky promise to come back to you both."

Kon was waiting in the garage for him, the two duffle bags at his feet near the bike. "You'd make a good dad, you know."

Tim was wholly unprepared for comment and didn't know what to make of it. So he decided to sidestep the whole thing. "Thanks for staying with them. I know you would prefer coming with me but I need someone I can trust here. Not just for this week but also for after."

Kon snorted and wrapped his arms around Tim. "Just promise to clock him once for me. I'll take care of the munchkins."

"Will do. Thanks for not pushing by the way."

"If I tell you I even packed a thermos of that fancy coffee of yours for Jason, do I get a pinky promise of my own?"

Tim's laugh was a bit shaky, but neither of them mentioned it. "Sure. What would you like me to promise?"

"Take care of yourself? I don't just mean come back with all your organs. I mean your mind and heart too."

Tim buried his face further into Kon's shoulder. His muffled response of "I'll try my best." had Kon's arms tightening the slightest bit. They stood for a minute more, taking and giving comfort and promises before Tim pulled back; no longer Tim but entirely Red Robin, entirely a Bat on a mission.

He rifled through the two bags that Kon must've gathered in a handful of seconds before letting him have his space and time with the kids. Added another pair of boots after some consideration, and then tossed both into the beat up civilian car he used sometimes.

Jason was waiting at the entrance of his building when Tim drove up and grunted his thanks when he took the proffered thermos. Five minutes later, he asked, "What's the plan baby bird?"

"I haven't worked out all the details exactly, but the end result is destroying Ra's and significantly reducing the number of Pits."

Jason whistled at that. "Damn what did that decrepit mummy do to you?" When he noticed Tim's tightened grip on the driving wheel, Jason sat up a bit more. "Tim?"

"Remember when Bruce was missing for a year and I'd gone to look for him? Well, one of the expeditions to find information included getting stabbed through the spleen in Iraq. Woke up at a League base there and discovered that apparently Ra's had decided that the damage was too much and ordered it removed. He apparently kept it. Used the cells from that and.... used the cells to make a pair of twins."

Tim's clinical tone and dry manner as if he were giving a report to Batman told Jason something was amiss. "Mazel Tov. What did you leave out?"

Tim took a deep breath as they turned off the main road towards one of the abandoned hangers where they stored a spare plane one of the could be civilian or vigilante dual purpose variations.

"They're not clones Jason."

Jason sucked his teeth as he considered the ramifications of that tidbit given what he knew of Tim's history, factored in what he knew of Ra's and the League. If the kids weren't clones, meant they were actual kids. Which meant two donors. Shit.

"I got some C4, but I do have to ask, is abandoning that mummy on some uninhabited planet too much?"

"Explaining that to Damian, and to Talia when she comes looking for information wouldn't be worth it."

"Right."

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A week and a half later, they both walked into the Nest, stinking of explosives and smoke. Jason's hulking figure tripped straight into the kitchen while Tim got tackled by two kids. Who immediately withdrew complaining of his stink.

Tim laughed as he looked up, and smiled at Kon. He was exhausted and bruised and wanted to sleep for a week, but Ra's had warned. There were only two Pits left in the world - Jason had gone off with Kori for a couple of days to take care of one in South America and one somewhere in the desert of North East Africa - so either Ra's stuck to Nanda Parbat or came down to Gotham to access the puddle in the catacombs of of the city. Tim was severely tempted to blow up that too but previous experiences with it told him that messing with it would lead to other problems.

Jason's indignant squawk drew Tim's attention to the girl climbing onto Jason's shoulders to perch there. "Did you at least ask for permission before climbing all over your uncle Jay?" Tim's unthinking question had all eyes snapping to him. The kids in delight - because if that was their uncle then that meant Tim would be dad. Kon had been explaining who the people in the pictures all over the walls were the last few days - and the two adults in bemusement.

Kon just snorted and shoved both of them towards the bathrooms further down the hall. "The kids are right. You two still stink of explosives. If you promise to scrub yourselves I'll make something to eat for everyone."

As he and Jason trooped into the rest of the house, Tim knew that he didn't have the first clue about what and how he'd care of the two kids he'd claimed for his own. But he knew he'd have at least Jason and Kon helping him out. Maybe even the rest of the YJ team. Definitely Dick, Damian, Cass and Steph. Duke and Barbara would pitch in as they could manage. Imagining Bruce's face when he was told he was a grandfather though had him laughing.

The next few days had Tim feeling both more stressed and relaxed than he had in years.

Ellie apparently like climbing everything to find the tallest places to perch. Jason had quickly gotten used to it and didn't even bat an eye now when either she or Danny used him like a jungle gym.

Danny had taken to attempting to tinker with electronics - Tim had immediately had to babyproof the workbench otherwise the number of electronics spilling their guts across the top would've been exponentially more. (The heart attack from walking in to find the kid trying to solder the insides of his downstairs coffee maker without proper gear had taken at least a year off his life). Tim was teaching Danny about how to fix broken things, and to adjust things to their preferences.

Ellie had taken Dick's acrobatics to heart and now you could see her doing random cartwheels everywhere.

Bruce's face when Tim had broken the news was his memorialised in his camera reel alongside all the new pictures of the two kids. He'd taken up his photography again and Ellie and Danny seemed to enjoy posing for him anytime they saw him with a camera.

That's not to say there weren't growing pains on both sides. Plenty of times Tim needed to just walk away to cool down instead of digging into things with questions, and the kids had plenty of habits they needed to unlearn - assuming and concluding their own ideas and secrets for example. Lot of things the three of them had to learn together as well - making sure that they communicated with each other, talking out problems before they become big things.

Danny and Ellie take a small, reincarnation, vacation from their duties in the Infinite Realms (King Danny and his most trusted Knight/Princess Ellie). Don't worry, they leave the Realms in good hands (Jazz, Pandora, Frostbite, CW, etc, basicly Danny's main council takes over for a few years)

They both weren't expecting to wake up in an assassin cult though.... Nor to find out they're five year old twins now... Twin, somewhat clones of the leader and this guy Red Robin their 'father' is kinda obsessed with....

Great their 'father' is an insane assassin leader fruitloop and their 'dad' is named after a fast food joint... whose barely out of his teens btw.

Danny al Ghul Danyal, cast a glance as his full blooded and twin sister this time around Helen Ellie al Ghul who rolled her eyes as they listened to their 'father' ramble on and on about their 'dad' and how they were created to be his heir (Danny mostly, though he had plans on Ellie going to be trained to be his body guard by someone named Lady Shiva soon)

Yeah, no. Ellie dealt with one evil fruitloop father who cloned her once before, she's not dealing that again or falling for the 'I created thus I love you but not really' bs. They need to leave, like yesterday.

Hopefully their 'dad' is... okay he doesn't need to be okay with it at first but hopefully comes around to it, okay with the two of them showing up on his doorstep soon.

And you know what, they're gonna bring him a gift.

His spleen. Yeah it'll be good to give that back to him.

Since you know that was how they got clones to begin with... Maybe don't leave your DNA with people that can make clones next time.

[panickingpansexuality]

Elliot x GN! Reader

I can't leave you

Mentions of Divorce.

"Elliot…I don't think I can marry you."

Elliot nearly dropped his coffee, the farmer had just come in to visit and hand them a gift (the very safe coffee he was going to drink), Elliot looked at the farmer, their face was downward and their eyes looked watery.

"Why not darling?" Elliot said in a gentle voice.

"I-I don't have anything nice to wear and I want this day to be absolutely perfect for you because you deserve a beautiful wedding and if.." 

Their voice was getting faster and the tears started to crawl down their face, Elliot rushed forward taking their hands in his and placing his forehead with theirs.

The gestures paused the anxiety long enough for Elliot to speak.

"Our wedding," Elliot began, "Will be perfect, Robin has insisted on walking you down the aisle in place of Lewis, I'll be waiting for you whether you come in a paper sack or the biggest dress you can find."

(Y/n) continued to cry, Elliot gently used his right hand to lift up their face, he leaned forward and kissed away every tear. 

"Our wedding." He said to them, "is going to be the most beautiful and perfect wedding not because of what we're gonna wear or how the weather will be, but because I'm going to marry the person of my dreams."

(Y/n) wrapped their arms around Elliot tightly, crying into his chest.

"I love you." (Y/n) cried, "I swear I want to marry you."

"I know," Elliot said softly, "I love you too."

"So what's really going on?" He asked wrapping his arms around his soon to be spouse.

"I want to be good enough so you don't leave.." 

The words were so quiet that Elliot almost didn't catch them, but they broke his heart all the same

"Oh my dearest," Elliot said, he pulled away from the embrace just enough so that (y/n) would look at him.

"Not even death could make me leave you." 

With that he leaned down and kissed (y/n) so fiercely and so full of love that every doubt seemed to wash away in a second.

"I love you." Elliot whispered when they broke apart. "I will always love you," no matter what.

The memory fizzed out as Elliot looked at the divorce papers in his hands, (y/n) had yet to sign them but his signature was right on the dotted line. He couldn't do this, not to them, not to himself. He loved the farmer, his farmer.

"Elliot?" A voice called from the doorway.

Elliot threw the papers in his desk, he'd dispose of them later.

"Hey," he called out, placing his glasses on the desk, he stood to greet his partner.

"What did Harvey say?"

There was hesitance, and Elliot felt his entire body freeze.

"It's nothing too bad..but he wants to send me to a specialist in the city."

"When?" He asked. 

"Next week…"

Elliot cursed under his breath, next week was his book tour.

"I'll be ok." (Y/n) said, for a moment it looked like they wanted to reach out to him, grab his hand, kiss his cheek, something, anything.

They had been distant from each other the last few months, like their spark had just died out, no fighting just distance, and the eerie quiet that slowly suffocated their relationship and it made sure both of them felt it.

"Can.." they began to speak. "Can I cook for you tonight?"

"Yes." Elliot said without hesitation.

"Uhm cool..so what would you like? I mean I'm your chef after all, your wish is my command."

Elliot smiled and he could tell it did something to the farmers heart.

"Anything you want dearest."

"So..lobster?"

Elliot threw his head back and groaned.

"Mix. Van Dyke, you're trying to seduce me."

"Oh no Mr. Van Dyke," (y/n) said sweetly, Elliot felt his heart quicken, carefully they walked over to him like a cat watching it's prey, their voice turning a little more seductive as they spoke:

"because if I was trying to seduce you," their hand crawled up his chest, their mouth inches from his.

"I'd have you in bed by now."

They gave Elliot a quick kiss before they giggled and went to go make dinner. 

Elliot laughed chasing after them.

"My darling spouse this isn't over."

That night Elliot and (y/n) sat by the fire, Elliot and (y/n) both reading a book, (y/n) was laying on top of Elliot nestled between his arm and the inner part of the couch.

"Can you go get me my red folder in my desk drawer?" Elliot asked. 

(Y/n) smiled and looked up at him.

"Feeling inspired?"

Elliot chuckled and kissed the top of their head.

"Oh no dear I've never heard of the word before."

(Y/n) rolled their eyes and walked over to the desk in their bedroom.

Then Elliot remembered the papers, he got up and ran to the bedroom just as (y/n) took out the divorce papers, he saw their heart breaking in front of him.

Part 2

[brainsforbrunch]

Eddie Munson NSFW Alphabet (18+)

!Warnings!: NSFW, Kinks, Swearing

A/N: This is my first writing, I tried to use gender neutral terms for the reader, Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Eddie would definitely give the best aftercare, he would plant kisses all over your face and hold you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear "did you feel good baby? I love you so much" "you're fucking amazing sweetheart" etc. After a break he would run you a bath and maybe even join you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own: Whether he wants to admit it or not, this man is so proud of his hair, especially when you braid or run your hands through it. Eddie would light up everytime you ask to play with it. He also likes his hands purely for the reason that you hold his hand when you become enamored with his rings

Yours: Eddie is definitely a ass and chest man but his favorite of your body would probably be your chest. When he is the little spoon he loves laying his head against it, listening to your heartbeat. Not to mention during sex he can't help but want to grab your chest or place his mouth on it, he loves it when you make little noises, looking down at him with glazed over eyes while he sucks on your nipples.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you (ahem, breeding kink) and on your stomach. He has multiple polaroids of you with his cum spread across your tummy and chest stashed under his mattress for the nights you don't come over.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really likes to watch you masturbate, he has had multiple fantasies of watching you touch yourself, unaware that he's there. Eddie just wants to see how you unravel when you're by yourself and what fantasies you have of him when you touch yourself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he wouldn't be very experienced in relationships but he'd be really good in bed, mostly things he'd have learned from watching porn or the occasional hookup with someone.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl: Eddie loves watching how you work on top of him while he places his hands on your hips, it really turns him feral to see your thighs shake against him when you get close, grab a handful of his hair and he'll cum with you.

Doggy: He especially likes how deep he can pound into you from behind, digging his cold rings into your hips and thighs while he cums. This position is best when he can get in front of a mirror letting you see how he's ruining you "look at yourself sweet face, so good for me" (or if he subs, how your ruining him.)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Eddie is definitely more of a goofball in bed than most, he likes to slip in jokes and occasionally tickle you when having sex. This doesn't mean he can't be the opposite, during your more intimate times or makeup sex, he becomes serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't give a shit about his own or your hair. Ed believes that its completely natural and that you shouldn't have to shave if you don't want to, he'll go down on you either way. Sometimes if you guys have a night planned, he might trim to make it more comfortable for you but otherwise he's full bush (come on its the 80's).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Eddie is very intimate with you during sex, he'll regularly ask if your ok or even just giving you a reassuring motion by setting his forehead against yours "I love being this close with you, youre so beautiful baby".

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Like I said before, he has a stash of polaroids that he keeps close by. He has a fairly high sex drive so he even has a few in his wallet for when he needs you. Eddie used to jack off nonstop but now that he has you, he mellowed out.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Handcuffs: Not only is this canon but he would totally love to be handcuffed or handcuff you to the headboard, this is his favorite when going down on you

Hair pulling: you think he grew out those curly locs of hair for nothing? Yank on it and he'll cream his pants

? : Eddie loves shower sex, the water makes it interesting for the both of you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Couch sex is definitely a given with Eddie Munson. You guys have more than once had sex in the woods or on the picnic table for quickies. He would probably have fantasies of fucking you over a teacher's or principal's empty desk

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves watching you get ready, it gets him hard to see how closely you take care of yourself, taking care of something he adores. Eddie is generally horny for you existing but you get him so riled up when you smoke together.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Eddie wouldn't be ok hurting you, other than some spanking and biting he would be firmly against harming you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

GIVE GIVE GIVE, This man knows how to use his tongue like a god, his favorite thing is to get his mouth on you. He goes as far as tying up his hair so he know he's getting in deep. If Eddie could choose anyway to die, it would be you riding his face with his tongue deep inside you. What a way to go

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Eddie is usually fast and rough but when he wants to tease you, he'll pound you slow and hard, edging you for hours while you cry for him "that's it honey, hold on for me. You're gonna have to beg if you want to stop feeling so good for me"

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You guys have a lot of quickies, he just wants to be so close to you that it's unbearable and those big brown eyes staring at you in class get you riled up so easy for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Eddie loves to experiment with you, his favorite part of sex is taking risks to find new ways to make you go feral and maybe even get into trouble

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last for a solid 4-5 rounds, if Eddie's been edging you for a while he can drag it out for a few more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he would have very many toys, maybe a vibe or two to tease you or for you to put on a show for him and of course various restraints but he would prefer to please you himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eddie teases A LOT, his favorite activities contain fingering you until you beg and dragging his rough fingers along your inner thighs when you try to focus, in public he will sometimes slip his hand into your pocket to gently squeeze.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is very vocal, his neighbors do not appreciate the nights you two get intimate (especially when Eddie's on the bottom). Just to tease you, he'll get up on your neck and groan loudly, letting out curses to let you know what you do to him "Ah fuck baby, you're so tight please let me cum inside, youre killing me". You've had to cover his mouth on multiple occasions when he gets to riled up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Eddie loves to cuddle naked, the feeling of your bare skin against each other is so comforting to him. He leaves kisses on your shoulder and rubs circles on your back, listening to music together. If it's after sex he'll often stay inside of you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Eddie definitely has a pretty dick, his size would be regular with girth but a little bit longer, once he got older he would probably get a piercing to bedazzle the pink tip

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

After he started dating you he reeled in his sex drive a bit so he wouldn't scare you off but after you got comfortable together, sex happened about 2-3 times a week

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eddie always waits to fall asleep after you, he wants to make sure youre comfortable and he'll never admit it but he loves watching you fall asleep so peacefully, sometimes catching a moment to play with your hair. Once he falls asleep he snores in your ear

[elsecrytt]

Ok hear me out

Solomon/MC/Barbados

I can just imagine the snarky banter between the two and 😭😤

Without spoiling anything in Season 3,,,, I'm pretty :/ and >.> at those two. Barbatos is significantly snarkier than anyone gives him credit for, to the point of being passive-aggressive, and Solomon is just... inscrutable man.

I think between the two of them, you could manage to be fairly insulated from the worst of their respective obnoxious traits! XD

...To say nothing of the cooking. My dear god, the cooking. One of them is the dream housewife and the other is an unaware poisoner. One of them could make you immortal with his creations and it's not the one you'd want XD

Now, Solomon has a pact with Barbatos - meaning, normally, he'd be pretty indisputably the top in the relationship. But Barbatos definitely has his ways of getting what he wants.

He's even older than Solomon, and he's used to having to coax his immediate superior into actually doing work - Barbatos is completely comfortable coercing his "master" into doing what he needs to (or wants to).

They would definitely get along amiably on the surface - and they have a pretty strong bond of trust underneath it, as well - but that wouldn't in a million years stop them from snarking at one another.

Solomon is a master of obliviousness, so Barbatos's barbed remarks about the "unidentified matter" and "certainly not radioactive, to my knowledge" offerings your other partner brings you are purely for your entertainment - not educational purposes.

One of the great mysteries of Obey Me!, to this day, is whether or not Solomon is intentionally oblivious or genuinely thinks everyone is exaggerating.

Even Barbatos probably can't tell if Solomon actually knows, and is far too polite to directly ask (not that a direct question would get him a real answer anyways). It has to irk him.

For the most part, though? They're both relatively calm, insightful people, who get along well, and are reserved about expressing affection.

Barbatos enjoys doing things for you, seeing you enjoy them, and Solomon enjoys teaching you things.

Of course they both love spending time with you above anything, and honestly Solomon's not above summoning Barbatos to force him to spend time with you. Diavolo doesn't mind.

Dates are always full of things you enjoy, but they both also love hearing you talk about your life, your current interests, or even yourself.

Barbatos will literally listen with complete rapture about the mind-numbing minutiae of your day. Solomon will make witty, sometimes tangential comments. Barbatos will chide him for interrupting and possibly add to his tangent. They both want to hear more, though, don't stop~

Now to get to this next part I'm going to have to be blunt. Barbatos is a voyeur. It's strongly hinted at in various points of the story. When you assert your dominance Barbatos is just ":) MC I love seeing you do this."

Barbatos wants to watch you dominate Solomon. And I repeat, he wants to watch you dominate Solomon. (porn!!! there's porn under the cut!! reader is gn and gets penetrated anally,,, oh my god i cant believe i can't just TAG THIS augh) -

All that passive-aggressive back and forth has to come to a head somehow, don't you think? And with you between them, they can get this out in such a... healthy, productive way.

Expect Barbatos to tie up the disobedient little wretch of a sorcerer and leave him, naked and hard on your shared bed until you casually ask where Solomon's been all day.

Then, he'll lead you to Solomon, remarking on whatever grievance he or others have with the sorcerer lately, with thinly veiled suggestions on how to discipline him.

Barbatos, of course, is a master torturer but these always tend to be sexual.

He will gladly hold Solomon in place, keep the sorcerer's hands from any impudent wandering while you tease or take your pleasure from him.

And kneeling between your legs, or sitting you on his lap, bringing you to release with tongue or cock while Solomon watches -

Well, if Barbatos gets off from that, in addition to the pleasure of serving you and watching you deprive or punish Solomon...

To his core, Barbatos is a servant and an enabler. He feels the most at ease when he's helping someone else, when he's fulfilling his duties.

This means he's not really inclined to bang Solomon directly. The Witty Sorcerer is too obnoxious to be worthy of his service.

Barbatos is a man of exceptionally high standards and few people meet them. Diavolo - obviously. Lucifer, for the most part.

And then you.

Being the service type he's far more inclined to giving than receiving, although he has quite the sadistic streak when it comes to Solomon.

He's about exactly the type sit you on Solomon's lap - carefully prepping you and fingering you before he works Solomon's cock in your ass - while he holds you down and gives you the best oral of your life.

Solomon, of course, has a cock ring on the whole time. He might even be allowed to touch, for Barbatos's added amusement.

Not that it actually stops him any. He's happy to grope you, get a jerk or movement out of you to get you to buck awkwardly into Barbatos's head, give his cock that extra bit of stimulation.

Until Barbatos decides he's had it too good and activates the vibrator on the cock ring until Solomon literally cries for release but hey, that's not your problem.

Solomon, for his part, is totally into it. Probably gets Barbatos even more worked up sometimes, knowing that the Sorcerer enjoys every minute of his "punishments".

(he might scold you once or twice for going too soft on Solomon, but never in earnest)

It's hard to feel bad for Solomon, either, because his sass is often top tier, and he's not afraid to tell Barbatos just how sexy he looks, beneath you.

Like he was born to kneel at this human's feet, asks him how he became such a perfect whore for you - did he practice? Jerk himself to the thought of being of use to you, to how he lived to make them cum and warm their -

Yeah, Solomon might as well have literally been asking for it. It gets Barbatos hard, too, puts thoughts in his head about how - how good he is for you, how it would be like to call you master, if you could order him to serve and he could feel the command overtake his body... your command...

Anyways, they're terribly horny bastards underneath all the reservedness, but it isn't actually always kinky. They're also private enough individuals that they both like having alone time with you, and respect that extremely well, even arranging it for one another in advance.

Overall, good pairing!! Good chemistry between them, with pretty similar personalities, and they're both... very eager to serve >.>

[lalaangeldust]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

[ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] : none :)

[ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ] : kaminari denki // bakugo katsuki // sero hanta

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

ah yes, the bakusquad's resident pretty boy

he would definitely be the most obvious about his crush

two words: shitty flirting

horrible pick-up lines and just overall bad flirting

he pulls through sometimes though ( with sero's advice ) and his ego inflates through the roof if he can get you flustered and blushing

but if you give him the same energy, he will immediately combust

all function out the window

congratulations, you broke denki

none of your possessions are safe when denki is within the vicinity

shirts, hoodies, skirts, hats, jewelry, hair accessories

if he can grab it, he will have it

he has worn / stolen everything in your closet at least once, if not it is most definitely his goal

it does not matter if he fits it or not, he will make it work

he has no shame

but one time he stretched out one of your favorite skirts and it tore a bit and he felt soooo bad

"it not my fault i have a fat ass, y/n"

but he brought you to the mall on a date with him to get a new one, so it's all works out ;)

denki honestly just lives to make you laugh

every time he's the reason you're laughing, it makes his chest puff up so big

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MF TICKLING

if you two are close, he will without a doubt start a mock wrestling match and it always turns into a tickling fit with you pinned underneath him and wailing

but do NOT under any circumstances tickle him

he with shriek like a girl and accidentally activate his quirk

you nearly died

HE FELT BAD FOR THAT TOO

he's also just so infatuated with like- everything you do????

it doesn't matter how mundane you think it might be, as long as you're doing it, denki is so enthralled watching whatever it is you're doing

it's rather endearing

in all honesty, he'd probably blurt out he likes you outta no where while in the middle of a convo

he lights up every time your name is so much as mentioned

or- or

he'd be day dreaming, completely lost in his own world and someone would come up to him and ask him what he's thinking ab cus he looks basically dead to the world

still in a daze from being abruptly brought back to reality he'd just dreamily sigh, "y/n~" without even realizing

mans was SO embarrassed afterwards

face was beet red

*frantically looks around to see if you heard him or not*

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bonus: love languages!!

physical touch // giving

words of affirmation // receiving

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

he's so emotionally constipated

that's not to say we wouldn't know he'd have feelings for you

he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, and would be very perceptive of your emotions contrary to popular belief, he's just oblivious to his own feelings and emotions

he'd just ignore them

try his best to ignore you

key word try

but he always gives in and he'd make up dumb reasons to come bother you like-

he'd barge into your dorm while you're studying and he'd be like

"y/n i need a pen,"

"oh? uh ok, here you can have this one," you hand him a pen that you happened to have tucked behind your ear

"no not that one,"

...????

"can't you go to momo and ask her to make the pen you want..?"

bakugo starts to get grumpy at this point lmao

"no, she doesn't know how to make it,"

"well, what pen do you want..??"

bakugo hesitates cus he doesn't wanna admit that he doesn't actually want a pen, he wants to be with you

"that one," he lamely points at a beat up tinkerbell pen that you've had since you were like twelve

"really?? out of all the pens you choose that one?"

"shut up and just get it"

"... you can grab it,"

he goes and grabs it and goes to walk out the door without a word and right before he leaves he leans back and looks at you

"i need a pencil"

"OH MY GOD BAKUGO"

he kept the tinkerbell pen btw

like denki, bakugo would steal things from your dorm and not just anything, things that are actually inconvenient to misplace

he'd take your bobby pin container or your favorite brush so you'd come to him to ask where it went, he'd give it back ofc but not without a fight

he'd act totally clueless and he'd wait till you actually start to get pissed to tell you where he actually put your thing

so back to how he'd actually be very aware of your emotions

he'd notice the smallest changes and can always tell when you're upset but he wouldn't exactly know how to help you

so instead of using words, he'd use actions

you had a really bad day and he walked you to your dorm and when he came in he's like

"shit, your dorm is a fucking disaster, how do you live like this," you scowl at bakugo cus like- wtf i'm rlly emotional here you're not helping

he scoffs and bends down to start picking up your shit

"seriously, i have no idea how you find anything in here, nothing is organized" and he'd just keeps grumbling like an old man while completely cleaning and reorganizing your room

dont you dare try and help him though, he will yell at you

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bonus: love languages!!

acts of service // giving

quality time // receiving

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

sero SCREAMS besfriends to lovers troupe

like- you two are already practically dating without even realizing it

the romantic tension

you guys banter and flirt with eachother so often, you both have no idea whether you're serious when you jokingly call the other sexy or not

the oblivious idiots troupe

sero makes everything a competition

not nearly to extent as bakugo would, but still goes a bit over the top

he'd use anything as an excuse to show off for you

one time, like the spiderman fanboy he is, he challenged you to see who can hang upside down the longest without passing out ( literally the stupidest idea, sero, you're going to loose braincells )

sero won, obviously and he takes full advantage of bragging rights

everyone says how denki's the flirt and whatever but NO

sero is the biggest mf flirt and denki got his game from him

so with that being said, you are not safe

HE IS A BULLY

he respects boundaries of course but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and test his limits a bit and mess with you

he's always trying to get you flustered

god forbid you're shorter than him because he will tease the shit outta you for it

when you two train together, mf goes on overdrive ESPECIALLY if you two happen to be sparring together

he'd hover over you and lean his face in ever so slightly while your talking to him just to get a rise outta you

TILT YOUR HEAD UP WITH ONE FINGER

"could you repeat that? i'm having a hard time hearing,"

SHEEEEEEEE

but you also make fun of him for being tall, so it checks out

whenever he says some slick shit you're just like-

"I'm sorry, what? That's funny coming from someone who's above the national average height. you're disgusting, tall man; shrink perhaps" ( if anyone knows what tiktok audio i'm referencing, i'm in love with you )

hope you have your casket ready because sero's gonna slaughter your ass for that shit

ok but one time while you two were partnered up for hero training, you got on his nerves and he tied you up and left you hanging and the mf just left

maaaan were you livid

15 minutes

15 minutes you were left up there while sero was doing god knows what

you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the day and sero was genuinely distressed cus he didn't mean to make you so mad

but lucky for him, he always knows how to get you to smile no matter how sad or are or how angry you are with him

he shoots you a piece of tape with his handwriting on it

he made up some stupid, horribly written poem asking for your forgiveness and he's just looking at you the entire time you're reading it with an exaggerated pout

how can you say mad at him?

on the topic of him sending you notes on his tape

he'd totally leave pieces of his tape in really obscure places in your dorm or even under your desk

they'd be really stupid messages too like-

"you stink"

or a really random inside joke you two have that makes literally no sense but even just the thought of it makes you laugh to tears

he'd also leave little origami figures he made with his tape in random places for you to find too

or he'd just give them to you

you have a shelf specifically dedicated for the things sero has made for you ( and he's really touched you actually keep all his shitty arts and crafts projects )

in conclusion, sero is the best and he is my favorite and i'd die for him

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bonus: love languages!!

gift giving // giving

physical touch // giving and recieving

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If you guys want, i can elaborate on their love languages in another post! <3

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[ye4gerismarchives]

the bachelorette chp 4, part 2: visiting bertholdt’s dad

an: so, i did finish this chapter the same night i promised to drop it but my chapters only get engagement at a certain time, so i’m dropping it rn! i don’t have a lot of questions for the boys rn but i’ll work with what i have and what i get from this chapter and will post them during my trip! link at the bottom!

tags: black, fem reader, sickly parent, mentions of d**th (but no one d*es)

tag list: @taybird

You slept over at Connie's house as planned. See, now, Connie's parents are sneaky. They intentionally made their guest room unavailable to you and forced you to sleep with Connie in his old room. Connie was completely respectful around you. He stepped out so that you could take a bath and everything and you did the same for him while he got ready. Once you were both ready, Connie wished you goodnight and turned on his side before snoring away.

The next morning, Connie's mom made you and Connie breakfast as you both got ready. The rest of his family was sleeping in, which made things easier because you know you would be chatting it up with his family.

You were supposed to meet Bertholdt's dad today. He was extremely sick and could pass any moment. You wished he was your first visit but it is what is right? You promised Bertholdt that Connie would drop you off at the hospital.

You thanked Mrs. Springer for the breakfast and asked her to say to the rest of the family for you. Connie dealt with the suitcase and waited patiently in the car. You pulled out your phone and texted Levi, asking him to tell Bertholdt that you were on his way. The older man left you on read. You weren't sure if he knew how to use a phone. Or he could be faking that too to throw you off.

Connie finally got things settled and sat with you in the car. He looks at you before starting the car. "I'll put your things together when I get to the mansion. Try to have fun with Bertholdt and make this visit worth it," Connie advises. "Thank you, Connie, I really appreciate your words."

It took you an hour to get to the hospital. You thanked Connie for dropping you off. On a normal occasion, you'd watch him drive off and continue saying bye but you couldn't waste any time today.

You reached the hospital and had to look for the lobby Bertholdt was probably in. You weren't regularly in hospitals so you were shocked to see how many floors there were for different patients. You only knew of the maternity ward.

You pulled out your phone and looked at your previous messages with Levi to find where you were supposed to go. Once you had it all figured out, you stepped into an elevator and pressed the button that would take you to Bertholdt and his dad.

When you reached the floor and left the elevator, you recognized the back of your "boyfriend's" head. He was sitting down, so you decided you'd surprise him. You crept up behind Bertholdt's seat and slowly wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He tensed up but calmed down once he recognized your hands.

"Hey, troublemaker," you greet. "Hello, y/n," Bertholdt turns his head to look up at you, "How was Connie's family?" Bertholdt could maintain a smile but his eyes didn't look happy. "They were great. Thank you for asking. Bertie...are you alright?"

You felt awful. You felt like you should have sent Bertholdt home so that he wouldn't have to do this. Not only is he probably thinking about being eliminated but he's worried about his dad too. He probably wouldn't perform as well as Connie or Jean. You would also feel like you'd have to pity him and pick him for the final part of the show. Bertholdt seemed like a guy who understands situations and will accept any outcome. Yet, you still worried about the effect of your upcoming choice.

"I'm fine. I've checked us in, so we can go see him now." Bertholdt stands up and brushes his outfit. He's wearing another sweater and dress shirt combo. He offers you his hand and you take it. Bertholdt leads you down the hospital hallway. All the doors are closed to maintain privacy.

Bertholdt gets to his father's door and is hesitant to push the door open. His free hand is wrapped around the handle but he just won't push it open. You let go of the hand he offered you and wrap your hand around his on the handle. He looks up (down???) at you with surprise. You end up helping him push the door open.

The room is dark and all you can see is a frail body laying on a hospital bed. "Pops?" Bertholdt calls out. "Bert," he lets out weakly. Bertholdt takes your hand again and tugs you along to meet his dad. "Pops...I brought my...partner...from that show I'm doing."

Bertholdt's dad cracks a smile. "That girl your sharing with all those guys?" Bertholdt's face reddens. "You're making it sound weird."

"Come closer, missie. Your name is Annie, right?"

(if your name is annie, ignore this next line ����)

"Oh, no. My name is y/n, sir," you correct him. "Ah. You look even more beautiful in person. I've been trying to watch the show but my vision's been wonky."

"That's ok, sir. It's probably best you don't watch it. It's...chaotic. I don't think you need that in your life right now," you say with a chuckle.

"I might pass before Bertie even gets a chance to propose to you but just know you have my blessing to love, take care of him and keep him in his place. Make sure he doesn't break your heart."

Your eyes water slightly. You didn't even know this man but this was so sad. You didn't want to believe he'd die before eliminations or after that but with his state, it looked like he would.

"Alright..." you managed to get out.

If Bertholdt’s dad were to pass during your engagement or marriage, that would be something you'd have to deal with. You had no idea how Bertholdt would react to the death. You did know that it would probably delay some plans. Bertholdt would try to do things to make you both happy but you would be too worried about getting him help. And if you wanted kids...that would have to wait. Bertholdt probably wouldn't want to raise kids while he's still mourning.

Mr. Hoover begins to cough uncontrollably and Bertholdt pushes you out of the way to press the nurse/doctor button. "Hey, pops, you're gonna get help, ok? Someone's coming to help you," Bertholdt reassures his father.

Based on this interaction, you knew regardless of the situation Bertholdt would protect and care for you, whether it was giving you food after a long day or jumping in front of a bullet for you.

Gosh, you really felt bad for him.

A team of nurses and a doctor rushed in and ushered you both out without allowing either of you to say goodbye. A nurse shut the door once you were both out of the room. Bertholdt stared at the closed door for a moment. You wrapped a hand around his arm and tugged on him. “Let’s go. It’s good that I met him right? Let’s go eat. I’ll get Connie to make something for us!”

apologies if this was sad 😬 looking forward to seeing y’all’s thoughts!

[devinescribe]

Agape

Last Boss/ Takatora Samura × Reader

Warnings: swearing, past trauma, cheating, murder. Past trauma. I know I said it, but you know

Eros, sexual or erotic love. Can be the love you share with a partner. Lust.

Philia, platonic love. The love you share with friends.

Storge, natural love. The love you share with your family.

Philautia, love of self.

Pragma, long standing love. The love of a married couple.

Agápe, unconditional or Devine love.

Ludus, childish or playful love/flirting.

You laughed, watching the screen, seeing Ludus try to talk some sense into the boy she was helping. "Look at those two getting along," Eros said. "It's been nine years, no? You'd hope they're getting along," you laughed. The screen changed, and you jumped back. "Oh, someone said the word love around divinities," Eros noted. "Ooh, a job for me? It's been so long," you excitedly said, pressing the button. "Well, they're not talking anymore. But, I'll just assume the best and go," you sighed, touching the scene. You felt cold wash over you and shivered. It was so overwhelmingly cold.

"W-what the hell?" You shivered, looking around. There was no one. You sighed, they must have left the room or hidden. "Hello?" You questioned, looking around. The room was a mess, you could barely walk through. "W-what are- who are you?'' A voice questioned. You turned to face them, and saw a man with tattoos on his skin. He was wearing a hoodie without sleeves, most presumably to show off his tattoos. "Silly, you should know. You summoned me!" You laughed, floating over the mess. 'And now she's floating... what is this mess?' He thought to himself, staring up at you. "I didn't summon anything," he stated. You tilted your head to the side. "Oh... It was an accident? Yeah, I get that a lot, but now I'm stuck with you until I help you fall in love, sooooo... let's start with introductions and get that out of the way, yeah?" You suggested, sticking your hand out. He looked at it, sceptical that he would actually touch something. You were either someone that Niragi was using to prank him, or a figment of his imagination. "My name is (Y/N), I'm the cupid of Agape. What's yours?" You introduced. He didn't answer, staring at you. "Ok, well, um... anything you want to talk about, mystery man?" You questioned with a smile, floating closer. He backed up slightly. "Ah, the antisocial type, huh? Alright I like a challenge. May I please know your name?"

You spent hours trying to get him to speak. Finally you had to show him you were real until he answered. He was quite the odd man. He hadn't meant to summon you, really. He was muttering the words to an old rhyme he read once and it just so happened there was divinities on his desk. "The universe never makes mistakes my dear. Even if it was an accident, that," you said after explaining everything. He was not as sceptical anymore, but it still made you laugh. "So you're telling me the only way I can get you to leave is to fall in love with someone or die?" He questioned. You nodded. There was silence once more, and you were getting the feeling that he was not going to talk unless provoked. "Ok, now that you know a bit about me, let me know your name," you said. He looked up at you, studying you.

"You mean to tell me your basically all powerful... but don't know the name of the person you're going to help?"

...

....

"You know what, you're right. I'm going to suggest that to the gods."

It was hours later, and he wouldn't tell you his game. "Please?? Pleaseee?" You begged, shaking his shoulders. "Fine... it's Takatora Samura," he sighed. You jumped up, cheering. "Finally! Thank you!" You shouted, hugging him. You felt him tense up, and let him go. "Not one for physical contact, hm? It's ok," you said, letting him go. You saw him let out a sigh of relief, and laughed a bit. "Is there something humorous about this situation to you?" He asked. You giggled, nodding your head. "Your reactions my dear," you answered. You saw his ears turn red and you smiled. "I'll find out all about you sooner or later, whether you tell me willingly, or I force it out of you," you said, an innocent smile on your face. He didn't think that was an innocent wording to it. It sounded like a threat, and he assumed it was best to just talk to you. You were quite... pretty. Maybe it was the fact you were basically a goddess, but something about you pulled him to you. Not the fact that you two were literally bonded until you helped him fall in love, but something else. He didn't know what it was yet, but he'd figure it out.

"Following you around is quite tiring you know? Always jumping on and off things. It's quite the impressive feat, but still, you must be tired aren't you darling?" You questioned, floating besides him. "So since I asked you to stop calling me the other nickname, you come up with a new one? You're... a frustratingly stubborn woman," he said quietly. He seemed to notice that people couldn't see you, so he found it best to keep quiet when talking to you. "And you're just a frustrating man, so we're even," you said with a smile. "Can you see other cupids? Like when they're down with other people?" He asked, a sudden thought coming to mind. "Hm? We can't see them, but we can most certainly feel their presence. One of us has been with the same one for nine years. He's... well, she keeps him in line that's for sure," you answered. Your dress seemed to float around with you, bouncing and flowing around as if it were alive itself. He didn't know what to think of this whole situation. It was so bizarre. "So... if I had a person who I thought had a cupid helping them, could you find them?" He asked. "I don't know what you're plan is, but it sounds fun, let's go!" You chirped, pulling on his arm.

"Hmm... oh. Oh, yeah he's definitely got a cupid. That's Ludus's energy alright," you said. He let out a small chuckle, and you looked down at him. "What's so funny Mr. Mystery?" You questioned. "If I'm not mistaken... Ludus is childish or playful love, no?" He asked, hiding a smile. You nodded slowly. "So he has a cupid that's the total opposite of him... who repremands him... and makes him do things that follow a normal moral compass? I find that to be hilarious," he said. You laughed, nodding your head. "I guess that is funny when you look at it that way. What else do you have to do?"

It was currently night time, and honestly, you were bored. He just sat in a chair in his room, reading some book he found. "Hey... hey. Hey! Pay attention!" You shouted. He slowly moved his book down, glancing over at you. "Can we talk about something? Anything is better than silence," you said, sitting on his bed. "I guess... um, tell me about your past?" he asked, shutting the book completely. "Oh... sure!"

"I have no doubt you'll do great! I'll see you in a week?" You said, hugging the man in front of you. It was you husband. You had always supported his musical career, insisting that he would make it one day. "Aw, thank you my dear. And of course, in a week or a bit longer. Goodbye," he assured, waving as he walked off. "Goodbye! I love you!"

All was fine, until news came back that he had been see with another woman. You of course, shook it off. Maybe she was just a friend? But of course, they had been caught doing things no friends would.

"I- I just... I need some time,'' you stuttered, pushing him away softly. "You're mine, don't forget that. You don't need time, you just need me," he said forcefully. "No. We aren't doing this. You cheated on me. Please give me the respect I deserve, and give me time to process what happened. In this moment I am not yours. The moment you decided to be with another, was when I stopped being yours," you stated, running off.

After everything you had supported him through, he really threw you to the side for another woman? You had lived in poor conditions, barely managing to pay rent, supporting him, just for him to do this to you? You had never complained, and always told him he'd be great. He was destined for good things. You always knew it. And this was how he repaid the years of support, love, and loyalty? (As Cardi B. Once said... ahem... "Broke boys don't deserve no pussy, I know that's right.")

It was months later when you got a knock at your door. You turned off the tap, placing the dish you were washing down in the sink. You grabbed the towel besides the sink, drying your hands, while walking to the door. They knocked again and you walked faster shouting, "I'm going!"

You got to the door, unlocking it, and opening it. In front of you was a woman who looked the opposite of you. Every aspect if her was different from you. "Oh... um, hello! Is there anything I can help you with?" You asked. She nodded, "I want you gone."

You stared back in shock, thinking you'd misheard her. "Excuse me?" You questioned. She pushed you back, making you hit your head on the wall. You yelped in pain, falling to the floor. "What the hell?!" You shouted, standing up. "He's so obsessed with you, he misses you, we'll see who he misses when I get rid of you!" She screamed, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. You quickly grabbed the doorknob, getting ready to leave. "No you don't you bitch!" She yelled, running at you with the knife. You opened the door, going to run, before she grabbed the edge of your nightgown, pulling you back. You landed back in your home, and she closed the door, locking it. And thats when you knew you wouldn't survive, as she had blocked every exit.

"I think that's about it. She stabbed me to death, I became a cupid. Oh, and I found out that she was the girl he cheated on me with and blah blah blah. Boring talking about me. What about you?" You finished, waving your hands around. "You are- what? I'm so... he... then she..  You got murdered ?" He stuttered. You nodded, "Yeah,why?" "You're so... so nonchalant about it!" He exclaimed, standing up. "Woah there darling, that's a lot of emotion coming from you right now. You sure you're feeling ok?" You asked, walking towards him. "You're like serious? Like actually? That happened?" He questioned. You were so confused. In the single day you had known him, this was all it took to get a reaction?

"Yeah? Why would I lie about that?" You answered.  He sighed, sitting down on his bed "Well.. he wasn't a good person. How do you help others fall in love when the love you experienced wasn't devine or unconditional?" he asked. You looked down, an floated over to him. "Um... I-... I don't know... it's just what I do. It makes people happy. I like seeing others happy," you murmured, playing with your hands. "But... doesn't it get tiring of constantly seeing others get what you never had? Don't you get angry or sad?" He asked, turning to face you. "What? I've never.... I-... y-you're... you're right..." you whispered, tears filling your eyes. His eyes widened, seeing your tears. "I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm-"

"It's o-ok, I know you didn't mean to. Y- you've actually helped me..."

Helped you? How had he helped you? By going off on an observation based off of what you had told him? It was strange to him that you hadn't thought about it before.

"But at least you're able to look for your 'one true love' or whatever bullshit people make up."

Silence met his ears, something that he usually would be happy about, but this time, not so much.

"Right?"

"You get to fall in love still, right?"

"..."

"...."

"...no..."

He stared at you like you had just told him the world was going to end in the next five seconds. How could the gods be so cruel as to make you suffer through your life, and now your after life? He couldn't believe it. There was no rest for your soul.

"We die if we do... and a devine death means no coming back. No after life can or will take you. Your soul, essance, and being dissappears," you explained. "Has anyone ever tried it?" He questioned, looking away. You shook your head, "No... it's just something Zues told us all. Oh, and Ares. And Dionysus."

"Those boys always messing with you ladies. Oh it infuriates me. Hello my dear Y/N!"

You jumped, grabbing onto Last Boss. "Fear not, it's only me," she said. You looked up, and smiled. "Lady Freyja! It's so wonderful to see you!" You laughed. "Now, what the boys told you are lies. You are most certainly allowed to fall in love. What ridiculous nonsense. I can't believe they'd play a prank so cruel on all of you," she ranted. "I- we are?" You questioned. She nodded. You smiled, and realized how stupid you were. "Thank you, Lady Freyja," you said, bowing to show your gratitude. She laughed, shaking her head. "There's no need for that. Do be careful however. My magic was almost not strong enough to reach you. Wherever this is... it's dangerous. Please be aware."

Weeks passed, and Last Boss had never shown interest in anyone. "Taka, come on, there's got to be someone you like. Anyone. Really. Guys, girls, in betweens. Anything darling," you complained as he sat reading a book. "You want to know what? I have taken interest in someone," he responded. You jumped up in excitement. "Really?! Who?" You exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"You."

Again, he was met with silence. Something, he realized, he only hated when it was coming from you.  "Me? As in... Y/N, cupid of Agape, me?" You questioned. He nodded. Your smile grew wider, and he was becoming worried at your silence.

"It's a good thing I've take interest in you too Samura..."

For the first time in a while, he smiled. A genuine smile. You floated over to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you accidentally summoned me."

Yay! I finished! So, now vote between the ones that are left which is:

Karube - Storge (the love you share for family)

Chota - Philia (the love you share between friends)

Arisu - Eros (sexual love, lust.)

Hatter - Philautia  (love of self in a positive or negative way)

[lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean]

La Pomme ~ Chapter 10

Pairing: Sam x OC (eventual Dean x OC and Dean x Castiel. And I mean eventual.)

Series summary: George is a casual French-Mistake-universe Supernatural fan living in no-COVID 2020, who's life is upended when she's suddenly launched between realities, two years into the boys' past (S13E22). What begins as an insane, immersive fan experience turns into more when Jack goes missing and George offers up her AU information to help track him down. Soon it's discovered that she and Sam may actually have history. But that's impossible, right?

Word Count: 4,500

Warnings: {smut, fluff, angst, show level violence, swearing, mentions of suicide} ***Detailed warnings will be tagged for specific chapters.

A/N: Following the events of my prequel Paradise and second story From My Eyes Off. Reading those first gives context but isn’t necessary to start this one.

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About 4 hours later, George stirred awake as she began getting hit in the face with the bright morning sun. She was surprised to find Sam driving, with Dean passed out next to him. Castiel looked like he hadn't moved an inch since she'd closed her eyes and she smiled at his resolve. When she finally shifted, she noticed a large unfamiliar, tan jacket laying across her lap.

Reaching up to lightly touch Sam on the shoulder, gently alerting him to her presence, she whispered, "What time is it?"

"Hey, morning. A little after six. You doing OK? Need to pee?" He teased gently and she smiled.

"I'm alright at the moment, though I wouldn't turn down a chance to stretch my legs." She sat up in her seat, stretching as much as she could without invading Cas' space. Sam watched in the rear view as she crossed her arms above her head and arched her back for a stretch. He caught himself admiring the way the fabric of her shirt lifted up just enough for him to catch a fleeting glimpse of the skin on her waist. There was more bright ink peeking out from the top of her khakis, he noticed. She released the stretch much too soon in his opinion and then leaned over to pick up the jacket that had fallen off of her lap. She held it up questioningly to Sam and he adjusted himself in his seat, clearing his throat.

"Oh, that's, uh-mine." He stuttered, reaching back and taking it from her outstretched hands. "The backseat can get cold."

"Mm," She smiled and nodded appreciatively. "Thanks. How long have you been driving?"

"Just about 3 hours. I could use a stretch myself; I think there's a rest stop ahead a few miles." She nodded lazily, still brushing off the sleep, and looked over at Cas.

"You been keeping a weather eye out, Castiel?" She asked teasingly.

"Yes ma'am. Can never be too careful with these two." As nervous as she made him, he actually liked George. She eagerly included him in conversation and car games, which he wasn't used to. He also enjoyed her attempts to banter with him and he was getting better at deciphering them and even participating.

"Good man." She patted his shoulder appreciatively.

Cas nodded in solidarity, then he raised an eyebrow at her inquisitively. George smiled and raised both her eyebrows in response, waiting for him to speak. Based on his expression, she assumed he wanted to ask her a question. When he didn't speak, she raised her eyebrows more to encourage him. He darted his eyes to Sam; his face dropped quickly.

George followed his gaze to Sam and was startled at the daggers he was staring at Cas. She asked, "What? What's with the eyes?"

When Sam noticed her looking, he dropped his angry face and shrugged, "Nothin'? No eyes." Cas shrugged awkwardly in agreement. George looked between the two of them skeptically. She knew what she saw.

Narrowing her eyes, she demanded, "What?"

"Nothing," Cas stated with an incredibly unconvincing tone. George's head whipped to look at Sam as he rolled his eyes at Cas before he could stop himself.

She was annoyed now, "Seriously, guys-what?! Do I have a zit? Was I drooling in my sleep or-?" Her face fell suddenly and she winced, "Did I say something embarrassing?" She'd had partners mention her sleep talking once or twice and she'd been having a strangely vivid dream about Sam just before the sunshine woke her up. Considering the content, she prayed she hadn't said anything.

At her question, Cas and Sam exchanged a confused look. They both shook their heads as Sam answered, "Nope, no drooling, no talking. And no zits," he ended with a smirk.

George looked relieved for a moment and then frowned, "Then what? Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked Cas and then looked at Sam, "And why are you trying to keep him quiet?"

Sam pulled an innocent face, "I'm not-"

"Save it, dude! I saw you," George laughed at his innocent-little-brother face. "What's goin' on?"

Cas folded, "We were just wonder-"

Sam cut him off with a "No!" so loud that Dean startled awake with a snort.

"The hell?" Dean grumbled. Sam sighed defeatedly. He knew it was too late to stop the inevitable now, but he'd really tried. This was going to be painful.

"I believe your thug brother is threatening Castiel into keeping secrets," George stated annoyedly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Dean responded with a confused, "Huh?"

Castiel explained, defensively, "I was just trying to ask George if she's a 'Deangirl' or a 'Samgirl'."

George's eyes went wide. Large, angry red splotches began to appear on her pale cheeks and a sweat broke out on her brow. Sam gripped the steering wheel tightly, clenching his jaw and looking mortified.

Dean let out a loud, "Ha!" Chuckling, he sat up right and murmured, "Definitely glad I got woken up for this."

"What?" Cas huffed, seeing everyone's reactions. "I know you said we weren't supposed to say anything when she woke up, but you two were having a lively discussion about it earlier and I j-"

George choked on nothing and sputtered, "The two of you were having a lively discussion about wheth-" Dean and Sam both pulled the same innocent expression, though Dean couldn't hide his glee.

Sam cut her off with a stutter, "We weren't-It-it wasn't exactly-there was no-"

Dean shook his head, cutting him off with a matter-of-fact, "We were just trying to explain to Cas more about the reality you came from-with the show and everything? Naturally the subject of the fans came up..."

"They weren't sure which 'girl' designation you fell into. I didn't see what the issue was with just politely asking?"

"It's not a polite question, Cas!" George snapped in humiliation.

"Oh…" He frowned, "why not?"

"Because!" She explained fully.

"There are just some things you don't ask a woman, Cas," Dean offered with a bemused chuckle.

Cas' brows furrowed, looking curiously at George, "Does this question somehow relate to your age or menstrual cycle?"

"Sweet Jesus," George laughed to keep from crying in embarrassment, hiding her face behind her hands. She knew this was how Cas was but she wasn't prepared to experience his naivete in real life. The Kegel comments she could handle but this was beyond.

Sam desperately tried to re-rail the train wreck that was happening, "Cas, what Dean meant to say was, there are some things you shouldn't ask people. Humans, in general. Private things."

"Mortifying things," George groaned from behind her hands.

Cas was still confused, "And asking someone whether they're a 'Samgirl' or a 'Deangirl' is private?"

George dropped her hands and nodded emphatically, "In the context of our current situation, yes!"

"Why?"

"Because!" When he looked at her with a patient expression on his face she realized he'd need more than that. "Because… because…" she looked to Sam and Dean for help but neither one offered any. "Ugh, because it's the same as asking... 'Hey, Cas, if you had to, who would you rather sleep with, Dean or Sam?'"

"Don't answer that," Dean said slowly, with a frown.

"Not so amusing now, is it?" George smirked triumphantly at him.

"Well, I don't sleep but if you're saying I have to, then I guess I'd rather not-sleep with Sam," Castiel determined, after some thought.

"What?!" Came a half offended, half surprised echo from the front.

George's eyes lit up with far too much glee, "Oooooh?"

"Yes, definitely Sam," He nodded, more sure than before. Seeing their expressions - George's filled with joy, Dean's slightly hurt, and Sam pleasantly shocked - he explained, "Dean is an angry sleeper. The risk of getting shot is high. Sleeping-or not-with Sam would be far safer."

"Oooh, darn!" George laughed disappointedly at Cas' unexpected-yet-entirely-expected literal interpretation. The brothers looked relieved and also mildly amused.

Cas was lost, "I fail to understand what this has to do with-"

Dean 'ughed' deeply before explaining, "It's about sex, Cas." Sam cringed, eyes focused on the road. George groaned painfully and turtled her head inside her shirt as much as possible. "You essentially asked George which one of us she'd rather have sex with. Which-while incredibly entertaining for me-is a personal question," he finished uncharacteristically kindly.

George peeked her eyes out, surprised to see the sincere look on Dean's face, "Hmm, that actually wasn't as bad as I thou-"

Sam cut her off with a quiet, knowing, "Wait for it."

Just as George made eye contact with Dean he added, "I mean, it's none of our business how much sex George wants to have with Sam."

"And there it is," Sam finished knowingly with a frustrated eye roll.

"Ass!" George shrieked and punched Dean in the shoulder before retreating back into her shirt. Dean laughed heartily, flinching a bit.

"So, anyway," Sam began helpfully, trying to change the subject. "I'm kinda curious how much the show-the one of us, in-in your reality-how much it matches up with our real lives?"

George slowly came out of her shirt, blinking quickly, and thought for a moment, "Uhm, well I don't really know. I mean I've watched the show but like I said before, I wasn't the biggest fan in terms of… for lack of a better term, 'the lore' of it. I know bits and pieces here and there, but I'm by no means an expert."

"But you don't have the books?" Dean followed up curiously.

"The books are in the show, but I'm pretty sure they aren't published in… my 'real life'-who knows what the hell that is anymore. If I understand correctly, each book was supposed to equate to one episode in a season of the TV show. The published books stopped when Dean went to hell right?" Dean grumbled a yes and George continued, "OK, for the TV show that's the end of season three."

"How many seasons are there?" Dean asked curiously.

"Uhh, I think fifteen, so far?" Had it been canceled? She couldn't remember.

"Fifteen?! People have been watching our lives for-" Dean cut off and took a breath. "I can't decide if I'm annoyed that people are watching our boring ass lives for that long or that our lives are dramatic enough to be a television show for that long."

"What season did we come to your reality?" Sam wondered. Dean 'ughed' loudly at the memory.

With an amused shake of her head, she answered, "Season six, I think? Such a great episode! That whole season was pretty solid, actually. A great combination of funny yet emotionally gripping. I think that was also Cas and Meg kissing-" She looked at Cas earnestly and interjected into her own rambling, "That was awesome-and the posse magnet episode-which, btw, of course, people made shirts of that." For once in this conversation Dean looked happy, giving Sam a pleased expression, which garnered an eyeroll.

"If I'm not mistaken that was also the season with soul-" she was about to say "soulless Sam" but her heart twinged and she realized she couldn't be so flippant with the fandom created monikers anymore. These were no longer just characters, they were, inexplicably, very real people whom she now knew.

And cared about, she heard a tiny voice add.

"Er, it covered Sam's time after hell…without a soul," She grimaced a bit in sympathy, not knowing how best to fill in the blanks.

Sam's face went from startled to shame on a small delay. Further confirmation that she knew of the million awful things he'd done, he grimaced. If she knew everything it could not bode well. The thought filled him with a surprising amount of disappointment.

She'd seen the look on his face and quickly added with a hopeful smile, "And it also covered the time after you got your soul back! Which included the French Mistake!"

"The French Mistake?" Castiel asked.

"The one when they came to my reality!" George grinned and Dean made a yuck face. "You guys had so much great chemistry that episode. Making fun of their names and the alpacas, it was golden. Can't say enough about how hilarious that episode was. I was surprised by the dialogue about their tension on set because that's actually always been rumored to be true. It seems weird that they'd talk about it if it was true, though, so who knows what to think?" The men in the car certainly didn't but they nodded politely and let her ramble. "So, either it's all just stupid rumors and they find it funny or-HOLD ON!" Suddenly her face fell and she looked at Sam in shock upon realizing, "Did you sleep with Jared's wife?"

Three pairs of eyes were boring into Sam and he shrunk down in his seat, looking stunned and stuttering, "Er-I-Uh-You-you know abou-"

"You had sex with fake Ruby?!" Dean was beyond indignant.

"Who's Jared?" Cas asked.

Sam looked mortified and George instantly felt bad about starting them down this path. She hadn't meant to embarrass him, she just failed to think before she spoke sometimes. Especially after realizations like that. Obviously, this whole "Supernatural is real" had more ramifications than she'd realized.

Making a mental note to maybe ask him about it later, she quickly changed the subject, "They were filming the French Mistake when we lost Misha." Frowning sadly, she patted Castiel's knee, "I want you to know I was devastated about that. Misha was my favorite Castiel."

Castiel looked confused, glancing at Sam and Dean, "Thank you?" She smiled and squeezed his knee gently before letting go. "So, in your reality, I'm dead?" Castiel asked with a contemplative look.

"Well…" She paused, trying to think of how to explain it so he would understand, "you're not-er Castiel is not. But the actor who played the vessel you're currently inhabiting is."

"Jimmy Novak?" Castiel confirmed and George nodded a bit.

"That sounds right," She agreed; she'd only seen the episode once so she couldn't be sure. "When Misha died tragically in that horrible stabbing 'accident,' the writers were just going to write Castiel out of the show but the fandom fired upon them with the white hot rage of a Deastiel shipper left unsatisfied," Her eyes were wide with emphasis; Sam snickered, Dean huffed and Castiel was oblivious, "so they quickly brought you back in a new vessel a couple episodes later." {author's note: yes I prefer 'Deastiel', it makes the most sense for the mashup of both their names IMO and it's my story}

The three men considered the scenario for a minute. Sam seemed unsure, Dean wondered what the new actor looked like, and Cas paused, then nodded, "Well, I suppose that makes sense. If I could find another vessel willing and able to hold me I'd want to still be around to help." George smiled at his loyalty. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed MishaCas. The replacement actor was fine but to her, the chemistry was never the same.

George said absentmindedly, "As far as I can tell-though my knowledge is obviously limited-most of the rest of the story line from the show has been the same here? Castiel's the only major difference I recognize."

After a long, pregnant pause, Dean asked tentatively, "So… exactly, how much do you know about us?"

George squinted a little at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well… like, do they show everything?"

George smirked and shook her head, "It's basic cable not HBO. Maybe a handful of shirtless scenes but nothing Game of Thrones graphic. The focus of the show is the supernatural-is you guys, hunting and saving and all that, so not really a lot of romantic, naked stuff. The focus of the fandom, on the other hand? Well that's a very different story," She cracked with a chuckle.

The next nine or so hours of their car ride passed fairly uneventfully as George rambled about the show, asking them questions and comparing notes about their lives. Dean took over driving after a pitstop and as the hours turned into nearly day(s), everyone-including Cas-started getting a little punchy, not to mention ripe. Nice, fun friendly games of I-Spy or the license plate game had dissolved into butt-hurt bickering and the silence that returned to the car for the last two hours had been welcomed by everyone.

Finally, though, George caught a road sign for Reno, Nevada - 30 miles and decided she couldn't take it anymore. She was sore, tired, tired of wearing a bra, in desperate need of a shower-or three, and she didn't know how much longer she could keep silently farting and blaming it on Cas. Luckily for her, he remained his usual indifferent self but Dean certainly seemed to be getting suspicious of the smells emanating from the back. She also made the startling realization that she had no change of clothes with her during one of her earlier daydreams about a long hot bath. Hopefully she'd made enough headway with Dean for him not to be too pissed when she mentioned it.

"Hey, I have a fun new game we could try." George paused to allow the three grumpuses to groan in unison before continuing, "it's called let's stop in a real town-say Reno!-and get some actual food and maybe a hotel room for some actual sleep for the first time in 24 hours! Any takers?" She tried to keep her expectations low. "Dean, I bet Reno has great pie."

"You know what George?" Dean began in a mock angry voice, pausing for dramatic effect. "They have some damn good pie in Reno. Remember that one place just off the 659, Sammy? That pie was orgasmic! What was that place called…"

"Brown Cub Diner?" George offered.

"That's it! How'd you know?"

"I'm from Carson City; I grew up around here. Brown Cub Diner is famous in our area. Have you tried their pancakes? They have a special sweet cream batter and those flapjacks just melt in your mouth." She saw Dean's reaction and could almost taste the hot, bubbly bath water and nice soft warm (flat!) mattress. She pressed on, "I think we're only about 30 minutes from there?"

"Ya know Dean, we have been driving for about 24 hours. Obviously, we need to get to Jack but we're of no use to him if we're sore and exhausted. Wouldn't be such a bad idea to take a break, get some good food, take a shower," he gave an exaggerated, unpleasant smell look in George's direction and she swatted his shoulder, "and recharge before hitting the road for the last stretch?" George could have kissed Sam for the assist, even if he did use it as an excuse to call her funky. Rude.

"Fine," Dean huffed and everyone, well Sam and George, Cas was pretty indifferent, celebrated with high fives. "But we're getting pie-and pancakes-first!"

"Uh, if I could just interject one quick additional favor?" George asked, causing Dean to let out a low exasperated, yet questioning growl. "I literally only have the clothes on my back and seeing as how there also happens to be a Target just off the freeway on Sparks Blvd coming up in 2 miles," she pointed to the excellently timed street sign they were passing, "then perhaps we could make a super quick stop so that I could get a change of clothes or two?" It all came out in one breath and she stopped to catch her next. "Pretty please?"

Dean remained silent as he drove the next two miles and George was starting to feel deflated. But when he pulled off the Sparks Blvd exit, she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind for a thank you hug, causing him to swerve slightly and curse before gently sloughing her off. They arrived at Target and Dean parked toward the back, keeping his baby away from any other riff raff cars. Turning off the engine, he then produced a wallet from his back pocket. He dug out a small stack of $20s and handed it to her.

"We typically like to pay for things, Sticky Fingers." Dean began.

"With all your stolen money?" She asked cheekily, because she just couldn't help herself either. He was the quintessential big brother and it set her little sister mode on 11 every time.

He paused and gave her a squinted stare before continuing, "In and out in 30 minutes; those flapjacks are calling my name!"

She thanked Dean for the cash, promising to pay him back before realizing how impossible that was, and the three boys decided to wait in the car while she ran in.

Heading first for the toiletries for some personal essentials, she then doubled back toward the front where she picked up a generic pair of tennies-comfort and function seemed more important than style in her current situation-and a packet of white socks. Next she grabbed up two half-decent bras and a pack of underwear before crossing over to the racks of outerwear. She'd tried to work out in the car how many items she'd need and to keep things conservative she figured a two-three pair of pants and the same amount of plain shirts would suffice. She'd finally settled on two pairs of dark denim boot cut jeans and one pair of black cotton joggers, along with two fitted, v-neck, long sleeved t-shirts, one in navy, one in maroon, a black sleeveless undershirt, and couldn't help grabbing an oversized pink and black madres plaid button down. She also grabbed a black pull over hoodie with the Friends logo, since she knew that the redwoods could get pretty cold and she was stoked that Friends was still a thing in this reality. Lastly, she grabbed a pair of plain, flowy black PJ pants and a large men's pale blue v-neck tee for sleeping, and made her way toward the register.

As she waited in line with her cart, spacing out about whether or not she grabbed too much or not enough of each clothing item, she caught a glimpse of something familiar out of the corner of her eye. Three lanes away from her a short, chubby woman with mousy, short brown and graying hair, wearing a familiar pale green jacket was also checking out. From behind, the woman looked exactly like George's mother and she felt whiplashed back to her reality.

"Mom?" Her voice came out scratchy and quiet as she involuntarily called out to the woman. Part of her felt compelled to scream out, run over and grab her into a hug, listen happily as her mom comfortingly told George that everything was OK and she'd just been dreaming. But she was frozen in place by shock. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched the woman-her mother! She was sure of it!-finish her transaction and head for the front door. George looked back at her cart and the money in her hand. She debated with herself for half a second before abandoning the shopping cart and bolting after the pale green jacket that had exited the store and disappeared from her sight. She made chase, stopping at the edge of the sidewalk in front of the store and frantically searching the parking lot for the woman.

When George finally spotted her unloading her purchases into a car she didn't recognize, George's stomach dropped. She could now see her face and it was very clear that the lovely middle eastern woman was not her mother. Tears began welling up in George's eyes, her face flushed red from emotion, and she walked over to lean on the building, trying to get a hold of herself.

Her mind was racing and she was trying to catch her breath in her panicked state. She had gotten so swept up in the adventure and insanity of this dreamlike experience that she'd forgotten about her actual life for the past 24 hours. But now that she thought about her old, boring normal life-a life where she wasn't crazy; where she wasn't feeling this constant, strange, unshakable feeling of inaccessible deja vu; where she wasn't carpooling with an angel to go rescue someone from potential death; where she wasn't conversing with Sam and Dean motherfucking Winchester-she wanted to run. All knowledge of how difficult and far-from-perfect her real life had been were forgotten in the moment. She glanced over toward the back of the parking lot where she could still see the Impala parked where she'd left it, then pulled the money out of her pocket, counting through it - $300.

As fate would have it, she spotted a taxi dropping a couple off near the corner of the building and jogged over.

"Are you taking fares?" She bent over to ask the driver as the couple walked away.

"Where you going?"

"Carson City?" George almost hoped the woman would turn her down.

"That's nearly 40 miles away, it's gonna be over $100?" The driver responded, questioningly. George shot one last guilty look back at the Impala before climbing into the back.

"Let's go." She crouched down low in her seat as they exited the parking lot and tried to ignore the intense guilt-nausea building in the pit of her stomach.