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happy74827 · 2 years ago

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Burning Bridges

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Upon an incident that was out of your control, Dexter comes to the realization that it wasn't just a coincidence.

WC: 1951

Category: Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort

I forgot how much I missed this show (him), so I decided to write another. It's been so long since I last wrote for him that I actually see the difference in my writing. It's wack.

『••✎••』

Dexter was many things… a brother, a son, a pro bowler, a serial killer… but what he lacked was being a good friend.

He didn't understand friendship or its value. It was something that he simply couldn't grasp. Sure, he was able to fake it well enough in order to make sure that people liked him and didn't find him too creepy or strange, but there was never any real emotional connection. In his mind, everyone was either someone he needed or someone he didn't need, and he would treat them accordingly. The only exceptions to this rule were his sister, Debra, and you.

The two of you had met back in college, having been assigned to be each other's partners for a group project. It was a poetry class and a course that Dexter hadn't really wanted to take, but a general education requirement and the promise of an easy A convinced him to at least show-up and suffer through it. Well, for a guy who had to fake every single aspect of his personality in order to fit in with society, it turned out that poetry didn’t come quite as easily as he thought it would.

He had always found the art form to be rather silly, with all the emphasis on metaphors and flowery language. There was no purpose or goal other than to be creative and artsy, and it bored him to no end. The first time you had sat down with him to discuss the project, you could tell how much he didn't want to be there, and the look of complete disinterest on his face as he tried to figure out what your poem meant was the most hilarious thing that you had seen in a while. You couldn't help but laugh, the sound of which made him sit up and give you a quizzical look.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, confused.

"Nothing," you replied, still giggling. "It's just that I can tell that you don't like poetry."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you haven't said a word; you're just sitting there, staring off into space and twirling your pencil between your fingers," you told him, and he glanced down at the utensil as if he didn't realize that he was doing that.

"Oh. Sorry, I guess," he apologized, his tone making it clear that he was actually a little annoyed at having been called out on his inattentiveness.

"That's okay. I like poetry, so I'll be happy to do most of the work," you offered, smiling sweetly, and his eyebrows raised.

And that you did. In fact, you loved it so much that you majored in English and planned on getting your Masters, while Dexter got his degree in criminology. It was a nice trade-off because while he struggled in poetry, getting down into the debts of his feelings that were nonexistent, you struggled with chemistry, unable to wrap your head around the subject no matter how hard you tried.

So, the two of you had a mutually beneficial agreement. You did all the work for the poetry class, and in exchange, he tutored you in chemistry and made sure that you got a decent grade. Once the class was over and done with, the two of you stayed friends, though you had very little in common. Dexter had no interest in books, and you had no interest in criminology. He was a loner, and you had plenty of friends. You were a romantic, and he was completely unromantic. He didn't even have a girlfriend, and you had been in three different relationships over the course of the two years that you had known him.

Still, the two of you got along well enough. You were one of the only people that Dexter could actually stand for more than five minutes, and he was the same to you. So you went out to the bar sometimes, hung out with his sister, and did your best to keep him company while also doing your best to try to set him up on dates, hoping that one of these days, he'd actually find someone. It eventually did work out when you found him Rita, but as of right now, she had broken up with him, and he was back to being a lonely bachelor which it didn't bother him much until now.

You were in the hospital, your head wrapped and bandaged like a mummy. You were apparently attacked outside the grocery store, and if it wasn’t for the small instructions he had given you for self-defense, you most likely wouldn’t have survived.

At first, Dexter didn’t think of it as anything important in terms of his line of work. He believed it to be a coincidence, a random crime in the night. But it turned into something more the night he decided to visit with some cake.

“How’s the head?” He asked as he came inside, seeing you propped up reading. Of course, you were reading.

You shrugged. “Like I’m wearing a sweater hat, but it doesn't hurt, so there's that." You paused, setting down your book and glancing at him. "I’m still salty about my groceries. Almost two hundred dollars I spent on that stuff. Gone. Wasted. Poof."

Dexter had to chuckle a bit. "Hey, I can't do much about the food, but I brought you something," he said, revealing the white box.

"Is it chocolate? If it is, I love you," you joked.

"No, it's just vanilla. But, here."

He opened the lid and showed you, and you immediately lit up.

"Awww, Dexter! You are the best friend ever," you gushed, giving him a warm smile.

He smiled back. "It's the least I could do."

He was cutting it up for you when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t seem to notice, but out in the hall, a shadow passed by the window. His body went on alert, eyes flickering towards the door. He couldn’t see much, but he could make out an elderly man with gray hair and a beard.

Dexter's face remained unchanged, though his body language betrayed him as he sat the cake knife down. He knew that look. That look in a man's eyes when he was looking at prey. This was a predator.

"Hey, uh, what was that description again? Of the man who attacked you," Dexter asked, his tone a bit distracted.

"You mean Santa Claus on drugs? That pretty much sums it up. Why?" You looked up, confused.

"I don't know. It's probably nothing."

But it was something. The man had apparently come back to finish the job, and Dexter's jaw clenched at the thought. He was already planning his death in his mind. It wouldn’t be pretty. He gave you a piece of cake, swearing that he’d be back soon before going after the man. He stopped at the lobby momentarily, informing Angel to keep an eye on you, which, of course, the cop complied with.

Angel was a good cop. He was loyal, smart, and a damn good shot. But there was one thing that made him a great cop. He cared about his city and the people in it. He would protect the innocent no matter the cost, especially when it came down to those he was closest to. He was the kind of guy who would risk his life without a second thought if it meant saving others.

This is why Dexter liked Angel and why he was the only one that he trusted with this job.

Finding the man was extremely easy on his part. Dexter already knew what the guy’s plan was, so he stuck around outside the parking lot, watching the shadows. After a few minutes, the man appeared, heading towards the entrance once again.

He never got that far.

A hand was clamped over his mouth while the other dragged him away from the double doors and towards the side of the building. Dexter didn’t pull out his knife, though, only resorting to his arms as he applied pressure against his throat. The man fought, trying to break free, but he didn't get the chance. Dexter didn’t kill him, no, not yet, but his arm was still strong, and he had no plans to let go.

“Listen closely. If you so much as look the wrong way, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. Understand? Nod if you do," he threatened, his voice calm and even. The man nodded, terrified, his eyes wide.

"Good," Dexter replied, “Why are you here?"

The man was quiet, but he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were watering.

"Talk. That girl, why are you after her?"

"I’m not—”

"You attacked her, and now you came back to finish the job, did you not? Who sent you?"

The man was sweating; his face was flushed and red. Dexter was pressing too hard, and his victim was starting to lose air. He didn’t care.

"Who?" He repeated.

The man choked, unable to speak.

"Last chance. Who sent you? And don't lie to me."

The man didn’t answer, and Dexter tightened his hold. That finally did it. The man began to squirm violently, trying to break free, but it was too late. His face started to turn purple, and Dexter had to adjust his grip and pull him closer.

“It wasn’t personal! I had to! I didn't have a choice! It was just a job!" He gasped out, struggling for air. “I got paid to do it. I was just doing what I was told! Please, please, don't kill me."

"Who was it?"

"I—I don’t know. It was some lady. I met her at a bar. She didn’t give her name, but he wasn’t American. She gave me ten thousand dollars and told me that the job was to attack this chick in the parking lot and make it look like an attempted robbery. Said it had to be done in a couple of days. Listen, man, I didn't want to do it. But the money—"

"What did she look like?" Dexter cut in.

"Dark hair. Young. I don't know! I don't know, I swear. She wore sunglasses the whole time. Please, don’t kill me. Please."

Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks. The Dark Passenger was roaring, the realization washing over him like cold water.

Lila.

Everything made sense now. The way she had suddenly showed up out of nowhere, the incident outside the bowling alley, her sudden interest in you. It all made sense. She was behind it. She had done it.

Dexter wanted to snap the man's neck. He wanted to rip his throat out. He wanted to take his knife and stab him over and over again, to punish him for what he had done to you, but he refrained. He had the answers he needed, and the cameras around were still running.

He dropped him and watched him collapse, gasping for air. He didn't move, too scared and in shock to do so. Dexter didn’t say a word; his anger was silent, but it was boiling beneath his skin.

He was going to kill her. He was going to hunt her down and end her, and there was no place on Earth where she could hide.

“You ever, and I mean ever, come near her again; I will tear out your spine and make you choke on it. Understand?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I understand."

Dexter didn’t say anything else; he simply walked off, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He had a lot to think about.

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6feathered6siren6 · 1 month ago

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heyyaaa a platonic killer chat fic ??

i was wondering if u could make a fic where killer chat finds out that the reader is actual still in high school and only typed that on the computer because they had to research it for a criminology assessment

complete understandble if not hope u have a good day or night <33

Innocent young detective with killer friends

Authors note: Can I say, I like this idea a lot! I never thought of a kid reader, but here we are! I had a lot of fun writing this! This is more of a chat-fic but again I had fun. Enjoy o7!!

Tigger warnings

Mention killing

Slight miscommunication

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You know when you look up something for research, then send a question out to the internet, you didn’t expect to be here. From looking into that pesky assignment from your oh-so wonderful teacher to being in a server full of adult killers. You know, like don’t trust random adult people but… here you were in one. Full of killers.

And oh lord, did they help you understand stuff even if they didn’t know. Hell, they think you are a full adult. Though Ronin was scary at first. Always asking you how you kill and all that stuff. But hell, if you can ignore the looming death threats above your head, you can learn so much about them.

Introduction

U/N: Yo, just call me by Reader or (nickname), I am in school learning about criminology! So I might not be able to respond at times, so please be patient with me!!

–

You remember once that Vince said that you remind him of his kids once, acting so young and talking similarly to one. You just said that a lot of people mistake your voice as a kid. Afterall, you can’t be a kid, there is no way you could be. You were totally an adult killer.

You are really close to Feli, Luca, and Misaki, being close in age, them being the youngest of the server. And luckily they didn’t really ask much about your age, and they thought you were in uni as well. Everything was fine, at least so far.

And you finished that assignment! An A-! Perfect, and you were enjoying your new found friends.

–

You sigh as you look at this new assignment. ‘Most criminals, or what I want you guys to write, Murderers have reasons to do their actions, environments to their own behaviors and thoughts. I want you to give me some reasons why people do their murders. Please write this with your words, and it must be reasonable. I do not want to see ‘they just want to’.’

Why do people do it…

You first thought back to the server, after all they are killers, they have reasons. You know a few, like Misaki’s is for money, V’s vision of justice, Luca being a total accident killer, then Luca to send a message. Ronin you don’t know much for, or Angels. Vince, slightly.. Ai hua…

You groan as you bang your head down on your desk. Should you write about them…

You could..

Killer_shits

U/N: Heyyyyyy

U/N: SooOOo000ooo

U/M: I got an assignment from my class, and my teach wants to know why killers kill

U/N: So I wondered if I could write about you guys(WITHOUT NAMES AND ALL, I AIN’T GONNA OUT YOU!!!!!)

hitmeuppp: :OOOOOOOOO

hitmeuppp: THAT WOULD BE SO COOL NGL!!!

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: WAIT, CAN I BE IN IT‼️❔

Felicite: Reason of killing: by accident

hitmeuppp: I plea

hitmeuppp: Oops daisy, your honor

goreboy: ooo, Group project

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: 😤 >:[ 😠

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: RUDE!! 😒

Angelic: Ronin, don’t just say because it was funny to watch them die.

goreboy: Boo

goreboy: i Was gonna say To get revenge

goreboy: how Lowly do you Think of the devil

K9: You can say to get justice for other people.

hitmeuppp: To pay for rent! Or money..?

hitmeuppp: Hitman all the way BA-BEE B)

Angelic: You can say for me is to help my friends from bad relationships <3

U/N: Thank you! If it’s okay with one of you, can I ask more questions, like she wants reasons for it, like was it a bad person or something?

K9: I can help, we can talk more in our messages.

hitmeuppp: *whispers to everyone* chat… is it..

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: *whispering back at Misaki* maybe.. maybe

hitmeuppp: *whispers back to Luca* V is gaining friends

Felicite: I swear…

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: *Feli shakes her head*

Felicite: Luca…

–

V decided to call you, luckily, you convinced him to only voice call. You were scared to show your face as you look young, you might pass as an adult but many people could tell you were a kid. But V unmutes.

“Hello, Reader. Hope your evening is well, and at least not too stressful.” V spoke, he didn’t sound down or negatively. So hopely you don’t ruin that with your questions.

So after a while, all the questions were answered, it was you and V talking about nonsense. Just random questions to each other.

“So how is your school, you must be getting a degree.” V mentioned. You can hear clicking from his side.

“Eh, good, busy studying but having fun.” You said, you typed as you wrote for your assignment. Hopefully, this would be an easy thing to finish a week early. “Wish people would stop being dumb.”

“I would say that is a normal university experience for you.” He chuckled.

—

Prom.. that was coming up. You don’t really have much for a date, but you want to go with your friends. But you don’t have a lick of sense for makeup for your outfit, that you still would have to look for, so who would? Angel would! Right?

You decide to text her.

U/N: Hey! Question for ya!

Angelic: Hm?

Angelic: What’s up, Reader?

U/N: .

You accidentally pressed enter as you paused. You never corrected that you were in high school not college or uni… shit.. Fuck… you took a breath, might as well come out about your age…

Angelic: Are you okay?

U/N: So I got prom coming up soon..

You see ‘Angelic is typing’. Welp, shall this be your grave? You can feel your anxiety rush through you.

Angelic: Are…

Angelic: Are you in high school? Because Prom isn’t usually in college.

U/N: Uhmm… yes?

You felt that breath of air stuck in your throat. Truth always comes out somehow.

Angelic: Give me a moment.

You have a feeling you might be kicked out, maybe hunted… You hear a chime as a new chat room was made. ‘ur-angle-or-yuor-devil’

You check it.

Angelic: Made @/ U/N mod temporary for this

Angelic: And Ronin, you get final say.

goreboy: eh?

goreboy: What’s making The angel’s anxiety Haywire

Angelic: U/N, I will leave you to explain as much as you want but please be honest.

U/N: Uhmm…

U/N: I’m in high school..??

U/N: Like… I’m a minor?

goreboy: wait..

goreboy: High school? thought you Were in Uni

U/N: It was you guys just guessed that

U/N: I just didn’t say anything..

goreboy: angel

goreboy: dms

There was a pause, no one was typing. You were so going to die… you lied.. You are mo-

Angelic: Okay, so we come to something

Angelic: You can stay

Angelic: But

Angelic: We got to announce it, to make sure everyone knows

goreboy: didn’t Think the jr detective Was a kid

U/N: No one did, I guess

U/N: Sry for not saying anything..

goreboy: we all Have our Secrets

goreboy: And your proved yourself Already

goreboy: just keep Doing what you Are doing

Angelic: I’ll make the announcement, but Reader we can talk about what you originally asked me earlier.

U/N: Okay.

Announcements

Angelic: On recent news, one of our members is a minor, so please keep certain topics away from the gazing eyes of the baby. Killing should be fine? Since of their major, but still be thoughtful of what you write.

Angelic: While we never corrected it, sorry for not making sure of this, @/ U/N, but please next time say something.

General

hitmeuppp: WAIT…

hitmeuppp: Reader is a kid!?!

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: I THOUGHT THEY WERE IN COLLEGE

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: LIKE ME AND FELI

K9: Oh, that would explain a few things.

Ai_hua444: 👶 📔

U/N: I’m in high school, still majoring in criminology. I’m more of a teen close to being an adult.

hitmeuppp: Wait… baby killer…

Felicite: I’ll make sure Luca is in check.

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: HEY!! I can check myself 😤

U/N: Sorry for not saying anything

hitmeuppp: Eh, people have secrets

Angelic: Okay, that aside, you were having prom, Reader?

U/N: Oh, yeah! I need an outfit and find out what I should do for my make up.

hitmeuppp: OO, OO

hitmeuppp: Angel is your best call for that

goreboy: After all saint maria Does a channel for it

Angelic: I’m sure everyone can help a bit

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: ANOTHER GROUP PROJECT

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: I’m sure we can help

Felicite: Or in Luca’s case, destroy any fashion sense

K9: I’m sure we can find a good outfit for you.

–

Prom went great, you had a lot of fun, dancing in an outfit that Angel, Ronin(somehow), and V helped pick out. Feli and Angel gave pointers for your make-up. Luca and Misaki was demanding photos, since they got a look at you, because you had to show your face for Angel to help with your make-up. You had a blast. And honestly, you felt they became older siblings to you.

Since your secret was out, V helped with pointers with your assignments from your class. Angel loved helping with your outfits or just to vent. Luca and Feli didn’t change much, same as Misaki, they just teased you when they had the chance, like older siblings. Ronin warmed up a bit, making sure you were taking care of yourself, with a bit of Angel’s help. Truly, did you expect this? Nope, you expected to be six feet down, not having a family in a random server you stumbled to.

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samsno1 · 1 year ago

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Hi, idk how often you do requests but could you do a mid season Sam fic. The reader is with the FBI with the unexplained cases and she meets the brothers. It would be funny if they tried to convince her that they are also with the FBI and she somehow catches them in their lie. They work together in the case and Sam and the reader end up falling for eachother. Thanks you so so much!!!!

Caught

Sam Winchester X F!Reader

this took me so long to write i'm so sorry. i don't reeeeally like the ending but i did the best i could. i hope this is what you expected bby <3

Summary: You were assigned a complex case and you end up meeting two very weird men who were, apparently, also FBI agents but...why are they named after famous rockstars?

Warnings: FLUFF, descriptions of murderer, murder scenes and violence (usual supernatural shenanigans), sam is an 'intimidating woman enjoyer™', use of Y/N, the writer (me) has no idea how fbi works because she isn't an USA resident, NOT PROOF READ, english is not my first language

W.C.: 8,8k

enjoy!

You had climbed the ladder in the world of criminology considerably fast considering your age. Getting into the FBI in your late 20s was probably one of your biggest achievements and, of course, men tended to make disgusting comments about how such a young woman got such a difficult job – including claiming you opened your legs to get this far. You didn’t mind, actually, it added to your ego to be above those guys – as if they even deserved to be in a job that required empathy towards the victims.

Still, even your superior was shocked at the case he found. A couple had been killed inside their room without any signs of forced entry. All doors and windows were locked and nothing inside the house had been stolen; the bodies seemed to be torn apart from the inside out since there were no knife or bullet wounds and he put you on the case. He thought you would have the abilities to deal with something like this – ‘you’re a prodigy’ he had said – and the guts. The crime scene was absolutely vile; there was blood everywhere and their faces had the skin peeled off to the point their cranial bones were visible. You had seen some stuff, but nothing like this.

The first thing that you did when you got to town was talking with the local police so that you’d learn more about the town’s history with murderers – especially the unexplainable ones. They told you something close to an urban legend: the house that the couple was renting was cursed according to the locals. Decades ago, three kids got killed by their parents in rage, who committed suicide afterwards. They never found the kids bodies and the case went cold after a few years, the police giving up on finding their remains. You found that absolutely unacceptable, giving up on children like that should be a crime, but it wasn’t up to you. Ever since the assassination, every person that rented or bought the house died in unexplainable ways and the police had started to practically ignore or do the bare minimum on the case.

“We’ve been having problems with that house for years” Said the sheriff, a man with a grown out beard, deep eyebags and average height. Not what you would expect for a sheriff given his dismissiveness towards you and the mess his office was. “The previous sheriff also received complaints from townsfolk regarding the place but we could never find out anything. There were no clues, no suspects, just…nothing” He finished, his arms waving around tiredly.

“This is probably why they put the FBI on the case” You said to yourself, guaranteeing the man wouldn’t hear you. You took notes on your notebook, your legs crossed as you sat in front of the sheriff, his table between both of you. You could sense his eyes on you and feel his unasked question floating around in the air. “Anything else, Sheriff?” You asked, looking up from your notes.

He seemed to wake up from his thoughts, shaking his head lightly at you. “No it’s just…Why do you need three FBI agents to work on this?” He asked, on edge, a worry line prominent in his aged face as he squinted at you. Three? You furrowed your eyebrows and leaned back on the chair, closing your notebook.

“I’m not aware of the other two working alongside me” You say. You thought about what your boss had told you and didn’t remember him saying anything about partners, especially two. You usually worked alone most of the time, functioning better on your own. Then again, this was a difficult case, maybe they thought it was better than one federal agent working on this.

“They came by earlier today, asking about the same house and the murderers. They were tall, one of them was…very tall and had long hair. The other one was less serious and, honestly, unprofessional. I think they said they were agent Page and Plant” The sheriff filled you in and now this seemed like a joke. You raised an eyebrow. You had a peculiar taste in music considering it was the 2000s and your father barely listened to anything further than the 90s, resulting in you growing up to know most of the rock bands that were at their highest from the 60s to the 90s. That included Led Zeppelin. And it would be too big of a coincidence for both guys to work together with last names such as those.

“I’ll talk to them about the case, thank you very much Sheriff” You say, raising yourself from the chair and extending a hand to politely shake his. You walked out of his office with a question in your mind and thought about looking up Page and Plant on the database to see if anything showed up when you got to your room tonight. For now, you had to take a look at the crime scene while it was still daylight.

–

Your car’s engine died down as you turned the key. You opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle, adjusting your suit over the white button down you wore underneath. You shoved your car key in your pocket and, when you looked up, you saw another car that easily stood out from the others around the street – a black Chevrolet Impala which you couldn’t guess the specific year just by looking. It was a very beautiful car and you secretly praised in your mind whoever owned it – it seemed well taken care of.

You walked to the crime scene, taking your badge in hand to show it to the police officer that took care of the place when you saw two men, also in suits, talking with one of the officers – two tall men, one had longer hair. The officer approached you as you got closer and you simply showed your badge to him before he nodded and lifted up the ‘crime scene’ tape for you to go underneath. You ducked down and mumbled a thank you as you made a beeline towards the two guys.

You wondered what you were going to say and how you were going to question them about their identity without seeming like you’re assuming anything. As you walked closer, they were finishing their conversation and were turning to leave making you almost bump right into them. They stumbled back and you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Who are you?” The shorter one asked you and you took the badge out of your pocket again with a sigh, making sure he reads your name and sees the picture of you that clearly stated you were a federal. He hummed and looked towards his partner, a silent conversation going on between them. You interrupt.

“And you?” You ask and they get their own badges out. You extend a hand to the taller one, silently asking you if you could take a look at it. He gave it to you willingly, which was one less red flag to take into consideration. You looked through everything and it all seemed alright…until you looked at the name on the bottom. Jimmy Page. Is this serious? You look up at them with a judging look and you see the tallest swallow harshly. “Your parents were big Led Zeppelin fans I assume” You say.

“Yeah, yeah they– ha– they were” Jimmy says in a way that’s not believable at all, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. The shorter one closes his eyes and shakes his head discreetly in disappointment – which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You give Page his badge back and turn to – apparently – Plant.

“I didn’t know that I would have partners in this case, but maybe it’s for the better. What did you find out about the case? Just so we are on the same page” You look between both of them. Plant nudges his partner in the ribs and, before mumbling somewhat of a curse to Plant after practically jumping in place, Page starts to explain to you about their side of the investigation. He seemed professional enough, with a notebook in his hands as he told you everything they could make up from what they knew so far, even sharing with you his assumptions. You were impressed as you started telling him about what you thought – a weird case, too many murders, few clues…Plant stayed quiet most of the time until about halfway through your conversation he said he was going back to his car and you took that as a hint to call it a day.

“Well, I think we are going to work well together, Agent L/N” Page says with a polite smile and you nod, smiling yourself. You took one of your cards where your professional number was written on along with your name and offered it to him. He gently took it from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours.

“Just in case you have anything else to share” You said and he nodded, a strand of his hair falling over his face, which he mindlessly put back with a brush of his hand. “It was great meeting you, Agent Page”

“You too” He said and, sensing the end of the encounter, you started to walk back to your car. You still couldn’t shake the thought of those two being too suspicious for your liking and you were determined to look them up and see if Agents Jimmy Page and Robert Plant actually existed. You walked fast, your heels knocking against the concrete and you didn’t notice Page’s eyes on you, lost in the movement of your hair as you walked away. What woke him up from his trance, though, was his partner honking and signaling for him to hurry up. He rolled his eyes and walked to his own car, stealing one last glance at you. You turned your head back right on cue, giving him a polite smile and a small wave. He awkwardly waved goodbye back and started to walk to the honking Impala.

You had assumed the unknown car belonged to them and you had written down the plate in your notebook discreetly – just in case. You were impressed by their ability – well, Page’s ability – to analyze crime scenes but you weren’t stupid. You couldn’t just erase the fact that you had no idea who those two were and you were determined to find out, one way or another.

–

Meanwhile, in the Impala, Sam got inside the car in the passenger’s side, almost hitting his head on the roof – like he did most days. Dean was impatiently waiting for him to get in until he saw something clasped in his brother’s hand, his eyes quietly scanning the white paper. In Sam’s distraction, Dean reached for it before he could react. “Hey!”

“You got her number? Wow Sam, never thought of you like that” Dean teased as he looked through your name written in cursive writing and your phone number right under it. Sam snatched the small card back from his brother and shoved it in his pocket, glaring at Dean.

“Shut up man, this is her professional number, she gave it to me so we could talk” He defended as he put his seatbelt on. He mindlessly brushed a hand through his hair again, getting it out of his face as he heard Dean chuckle to himself as Baby’s engine roared to life. Sam looked back to his brother and waited for more teasing to come – as it always did.

“Yeah, talk.” He said, the double meaning in his words floating around in the air but being ignored by Sam. Dean pressed his foot on the pedal so the car would start to move as he shifted into gear. “Besides, she’s an actual FBI agent, don’t you think she’s going to suspect that we aren’t?”

“Dean, I did go to law school, I can manage my way out of this” Sam said with a mischievous smile. He really thought he could, he knew he was smart and he was a damn good liar – he lied in college for a very long time about who he was and what his family did. Not something to be proud of but it came in handy, especially when both him and his brother were in trouble. He had practically lied his whole life about who he truly was, not entirely giving away specific details – especially those who involved his family. Sometimes he regretted it – like he did with Jess – but it was always safer not to know, for both parties. Or so he thought.

“Don’t think she’s stupid–”

“I don’t think she’s stupid–”

“Let me finish” Dean scolded, raising a hand to silence his brother, his eyes still on the road. It was often funny to pay attention to their brotherly behavior and how anyone could know who was the oldest just by these simple interactions. Dean raised his hand and Sam silenced, listening, like how it was when they were kids. “Don’t think she’s naive, she is in the FBI, working alone on a case. I don’t know much about federals but I’m sure that’s not for everyone”

Sam stayed quiet. He knew Dean was right but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Still, he really didn’t think you were stupid, it was impossible to. The way you talked about the case in detail, relating your point of view and what you could gather in a few hours was more than enough evidence to show him you deserved this job more than anyone. He wasn’t used to seeing women in this field, but everytime he did he was convinced that men were definitely unfairly placed higher. Yet, he still didn’t want to get arrested again so he needed to convince you that he and Dean were legitimately federals.

The conversation drifted away in another direction as Sam stared out the window and replied to the small talk Dean made with him every now and then – when he didn’t crank up the volume once Metallica came into the radio playing Creeping Death while they were talking. With a chorus of ‘Die, die!’ being sung by Dean while he beat his hands on the steering wheel to the drum rhythm, Sam’s mind drifted away and he fell asleep with a head against the window, the tiredness of sleepless nights catching up to him.

–

These fuckers. You thought to yourself as you stared mouth agape to the pictures of who you learned were actually Sam and Dean Winchester – not Jimmy Page and Robert Plant. Two brothers, presumed dead a couple years ago.

Your coffee sat cold over the wooden table of the hotel you were staying the night at. You had already changed into your pajamas and taken a hot shower when you decided to take a look at the case again. Two hours later you remembered the two men you encountered and, when you looked a bit deeper in the police files, the results were horrifying. It actually wasn’t that hard to find out about them, a quick look through the FBI database and you found their exact faces – even if Pag- Sam’s hair was relatively shorter then now. You were beyond pissed, especially at yourself, how could you not have known this? How could you let yourself get played like this? Just because the tall guy was a bit of a nerd and kind of cute? Ugh!

You started pacing around your room, not knowing what to do. Confronting them could kill you, they were murderers after all, according to the database, they had killed civilians and federal agents equally as much. You were strong, both physically and mentally, but there was no way you were escaping two guys that were over six feet tall and weighed about two hundred pounds each. You had to play smart, you had to catch them in a weak moment and then. Bingo. You stopped in your tracks and – like a lightbulb lightened up above your head – you had the perfect plan. You had to wait until the next day for you to execute it but it was going to be worth it. You sent their mugshots to your phone through your e-mail and any other evidence that you could use against them.

You still felt slightly weirded out about them. They didn’t seem dangerous, they didn’t freak out the moment they saw you and they were confidently adding to the investigation with actual useful analysis. You were looking deeper through their files and found out they lost their mother in a fire at a very young age – the youngest wasn’t even one year old yet – and their father had died a couple years ago, in ‘06. They had a pretty sketchy life, living off stolen credit cards and fake identities but something interesting you found out was that Sam Winchester actually went to college, he went to Stanford and your eyes widened at that. You wondered what made him quit, maybe his father dying and his brother needing him, maybe he got kicked out, still, going to college after having a childhood like that was more than impressive.

You kept reading about them until the late hours of the night and you only noticed you fell asleep over the papers you left on the table and your computer when a phone ringing startled you awake. The noise echoed inside your head and, as you lifted your head, the sunlight getting into the room through the curtains hurt your eyes. You only noticed how bad you’d slept when you felt a pain shoot through your neck and down your back as you turned your head to look for the phone �� great. You groaned and felt around the table with your hand until you felt the square shape of the device and its humming. You clicked to answer after slightly clearing your throat so you’d seem less sleepy and put the phone to your ear.

“Hello, Agent L/N speaking”

“Hey Y/N, how are things going?” The voice of your boss made you unconsciously straighten your back and swallow harshly. You looked at the time on your computer and your heart fell to your stomach. 11:36AM – shit!

“Hey Sir, everything is running smoothly. I’m currently collecting evidence and later I’m going to the morgue so I can look through the autopsy”

“That’s great, you always do a great job kid” He said and you could feel him smiling on the other side of the line. You felt bad for kind of lying but you had been worrying about other stuff last night.

“Thank you Sir, I’ll report back to you as soon as possible” You reply.

You talked for a while longer as you disclosed the case and, when he finally hung up, it was already past noon. As you got ready for your day, doing your daily morning routine as quickly as you could, you felt your stomach rumble when you got out of the shower, reminding you that you hadn’t had breakfast. You decided then that it was better to stop at a diner or somewhere so you could eat something to go on with your day – since it was already lunchtime you couldn’t necessarily call this brunch. You finished getting ready, putting on your shoes and grabbing the keys to your car while you looked up the closest place to eat something quick.

You drove to the nearest diner that had a decent rating and stopped at the parking lot. When you looked around, you couldn’t believe your luck – or rather the lack of it. The infamous Impala was parked a couple meters from you in all its glory. You audibly sighed but you couldn’t just find another place to eat as quickly, besides, you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Maybe eating at the same place as them was actually a good strategy. You grabbed your wallet and locked your car, confidently walking towards the diner entrance.

The bells dinged above your head as you got in, some eyes looking your way with the noise – including Sam’s. Him and his brother were sitting in a booth in the far corner of the diner, Sam turned in the direction of the door and Dean facing away from it, in his brother’s direction. Sam had his laptop open in front of him as he ate a salad, Dean was eating a burger. Thay had probably been talking before you came in because when you came through the door Sam went quiet as he looked over his brother’s shoulder and Dean kept talking, hunched over his food. You couldn’t listen to their conversation but you gave Sam a slight smile and a nod, your stomach turning as you faked sympathy, as if you didn’t just friendly greet a murderer. He nodded back and that's when Dean slightly turned to look behind him and see you, nodding as well.

You started to walk towards their table, the weight of your hidden gun on your hip more than evident. Just keep calm, you were trained for this. You decided to keep to yourself that you knew their true identity, after all, you were one step ahead of them and, deep down, you knew they could be useful. Their intelligence was beyond impressive – faking your death wasn’t something easy to do. You stood above them with a gentle smile.

“Hello agents, mind if I sit with you?” You asked as politely as you could. Sam scooted almost instantly, changing the placement of his laptop to the side of the window. You didn’t miss the eyebrow raise his brother gave him.

“Hey Ms. L/N. No, not at all, make yourself comfortable” He said, smiling at you. He has dimples you mentally stated.

“Yeah, please” Dean agreed, stretching a hand to the seat beside Sam. His voice was slightly muffled thanks to the food in his mouth and you internally cringed as you could see the chewed food when he talked.

“Thanks. No need to call me by my last name, you can just call me Y/N” You simply said as you sat down, looking almost immediately to the computer screen open in newspapers that dated a couple years back. Murders in the same house all with the same time frame from each other. “I see you work even while you were supposed to be on your break, careful not to burn out Agent Page” You said, looking at his side profile. He seemed embarrassed as your sweet voice got to his ears and awkwardly laughed.

“You know…you don’t need to call me Agent Page, that is just an alias, call me Smith, Sam Smith. That’s Dean Wesson” He said. Huh, claiming aliases, smart move Winchester. “And yeah, I’ve been taking a look at the history of the place, apparently–”

“It’s timed killing” You finished. You scooted slightly closer, pointing your finger to the screen where the date of the newspaper was written at. “Every two years on the same date someone was brutally murdered in the house.”

“Yeah and inside the same room too” Dean pointed out. That you hadn’t noticed. A waiter coming to get your order interrupted the conversation you three were having to get your order. You quickly looked through the menu deciding to eat the quickest and most nutritious stuff there could be at a diner. You thanked the boy that took your order and he walked in long strides towards the kitchen. You came back to the talk you were having with the two brothers and Dean continued. “The master suite. And always couples, someone seems to hate true love” He joked.

“Apparently. Have any ideas for suspects yet?” You asked. If you were going to play pretend you might as well acquire some useful information with it. The boys shared a look between them that they thought you wouldn’t catch, but you weren’t FBI for no reason.

“None yet, still looking into it” Sam said, suddenly seeming on edge, shifting his placement on the booth. You were good at reading body language, it was one of the main qualities that got you in the FBI, interrogating criminals was easy exactly because they couldn’t lie. When you learned their behavior and played your way into their head it destroyed them because even if they were silent, even if they didn’t say anything, you knew what they were lying about – flinching when you mention a certain name or changing the leg they were crossing under the table when you named an address. So, Sam couldn’t hide from you earlier, imagine now that you were inches away.

“Really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and turning your torso slightly more in his direction, leaning your elbow on the table. He was trapped. You thought about confronting them here, questioning them about their identity in public but you thought better – they definitely had guns on them and two beats one. Either way, you’d put him in a challenging situation, confronting him without even disagreeing verbally. He felt intimidated and now seemed unsure of his own conclusion – how you loved playing these games.

“I mean there’s barely any clues” He laughed nervously. “I was going to call you to see if you had any idea”

“I don’t either, as you said, no leads” You said. The waiter arrived with your food right then and you politely thanked him, drifting away from the conversation you were having with Sam as you started to eat. This time you weren’t paying attention and Dean questioned Sam with a look. What is she on? And the youngest shrugged. You swallowed your food with a pleasant hum, just now noticing how hungry you truly were. “I was thinking we could go to the morgue, if you haven’t already. Take a look at the bodies, see if we find anything”

You were purposefully playing right into their game, faking cluesness and at the same time taking advantage of their abilities to solve the case. It was more important to you to solve whatever was going on to bring peace back to this town than to arrest the brothers who were supposed to be dead. You’d learned that men tended to believe that you were stupid very easily, that you had no idea what you were doing and you started using that to have your way with them. With big doe eyes and feigned innocence you could get very far.

“That’s where we were going later actually. It’s good if you tag along” Sam tells you.

“I would even if you didn’t want me to” You said, joking, but not really. Your tone was humorous but your smile was bitter. They didn’t seem to notice though and Sam even chuckled slightly at your sarcasm. You noticed the dimples in his cheeks and how boyish his smile was, full of bright white teeth and sincerity. You almost felt bad for being rude until you remembered they were killers – even if they didn’t look like it. Sam didn’t seem the type to brutally murder someone, Dean seemed too stupid to be able to get away with it for so many years, even faking his own death and walking around normally – you’d bet he was the one with the idea to put the name of famous rockstars as FBI aliases.

By the time the conversation was over, so was your food. You left enough money for the bill and a tip and stood up from the booth. “Okay, well, let’s go, we have a lot to do today boys” You said, adjusting your suit, unnecessarily dusting it off. You eyed Dean’s plate, the mess he made similar to how a child would eat. You would have laughed if you were in a more friendly situation. You looked at Sam and with a smile you said: “Don’t be late pretty boy, I’ll be waiting for you”

Then you turned around, politely nodded goodbye to Dean and started walking away, holding back a laugh. Sam stood still, stunned as he stared at you walked out the door, the bells above you ringing twice – one for when you pulled the door, the other after you let it smoothly close behind you. Dean was staring too, his bright green eyes filled with confusion. Once he turned to look at Sam he saw his younger brother completely zoned out, looking in the direction where you once were. He snapped his fingers in front of Sam’s face, who immediately looked at Dean.

“Pretty boy?” Dean questioned, holding back a smirk as Sam rolled his eyes.

“Dean…”

“She’s got you man. I get it, strong and intimidating women, I understand, I understand”

“That’s not it, she seems…off” Sam points out, looking at the door once more to make sure you wouldn’t come back and leaning closer to unnecessarily speak in a lower voice to Dean. “I think she might be an it, the monster we are looking for”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Really? Why?”

“The way she’s acting is, I don’t know, weird”

“Look Sam I know you’re not used to having women hit on you but that doesn’t mean they are monsters” Dean teased, Sam gritted his teeth.

“Dean, I’m serious!”

“Okay, alright, we are going to investigate then” Dean said, raising his hands in fake surrender to his brother’s scolding. “But it doesn’t make sense to me. Didn’t we consider it to be a vengeful spirit?”

“Maybe, or maybe we are dealing with something completely different”

“Alright smart-ass, but if you’re wrong you owe me a six pack”

Sam scoffed but he wasn’t one to turn down any bet. He had thought your behavior was weird the moment you stepped foot in the diner. The questions you asked, the way you would constantly question his abilities, there was something going on and he could sense it. Besides, he liked betting with Dean, especially winning, so there was no way he wasn’t accepting his brother’s challenge.

“Deal” Sam said, hitting his palms against the table and standing up, ready to leave and go to the morgue. Dean followed his movements and stood up with a cheeky smile, taking out his wallet to pay for the food.

–

At the morgue, you waited about 5 minutes until they arrived. When they walked up to the entrance you were waiting at, Sam and Dean saw you in a much more serious state as you read through your notes and made annotations here and there. The noise of their footsteps made you look up and put your little notebook back in your pocket and place your pen behind your ear. You crossed your arms in front of your body and waited for them to get closer. Your heels were starting to hurt the bottom of your feet from standing too long in the same place and you were overwhelmed with different emotions – towards the men and yourself.

You weren’t necessarily scared of Sam and Dean, you were trained not to be, but it was never in your plans to be alone in a city with federal criminals, it would be downright ignorant not to be at least nervous with the situation. You were keeping yourself friendly without giving away any hint that you might know who they were, debating internally which would be the worst case: if you confronted them or stuck beside them for longer – what’s that say again? Friends close, enemies closer.

“Hey, Y/N” Sam called you and you turned your lips upwards in some-kind of a smile. He mirrored your expression and you caught his dimples again, your eyes wandering around his face. You broke the stare when Dean cleared his throat and, when you looked at him, he had his eyebrows furrowed, giving Sam a side-eye – more like a diagonal one, since, well, Sam was a big guy. In your own trance you hadn’t noticed how Sam was also looking at you like you were a beautiful piece of art – damn it, focus.

You also cleared your throat and that seemed to wake Sam up. “Hello Sam, Dean” You said, nodding to each “Shall we go inside? The longer we take the further the killer goes, come on” You turned your back to the and started walking inside the morgue. Dean waited until you walked further and held Sam by the elbow, making the youngest look at him in confusion.

“Stop that” Dean whisper-yelled.

“Stop what” Sam whispered back.

“Whatever your eyes are doing, I’m gonna puke if you keep that up”

Sam rolled his eyes. “You stop it, you’re reading too much into it”

“Hey, you are the one that said she might be dangerous and, honestly, you are kind of a monsterfu-”

“Dean!” Sam pushed his shoulder to shut him up.

“C’mon you were hypnotized, maybe that’s what she does, or you are just in love” Dean shrugged his shoulders, holding back a grin. He loved making Sam mad.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Let’s go now or do you have any other stupid remarks?” Sam didn’t wait for an answer as he followed the direction you went in. Dean mocked his brother, mimicking Sam’s words to himself in a high pitched tone and went along.

You were already putting your gloves on when they came into the room, the dead bodies laying before you - or at least what was left of them. The lower part of the couple’s bodies was covered beneath the pale blue blankets and both torsos were exposed. It was an awful sight and, if you were about ten years younger, you would’ve puked. Everything was dilacerated, they were practically disfigured, their faces barely recognizable. Huge gashes adorned their bodies that even cleaned up still looked absolutely vile. Behind you, Dean hissed.

“Wow” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, very brutal, whoever did this wanted them to feel the pain” You said, snapping the latex gloves against your wrist and grabbing the file about the autopsy in your hands. You skimmed through the words and placed it back on the table where it previously was, turning back to the bodies to see Sam already looking through them, Dean putting on the blue gloves the mortuary offered. You approached Sam’s side and crossed your arms as you watched him work, his hands roaming through the deep rips on the skin, he seemed to come to the same conclusion you did. “It’s not a clean cut, see” You pointed out and he nodded, turning to you.

“Yeah, the skin is–”

“Ripped, not cut” You paused “How can someone do this and just…get on with their lives?” You thought out loud. You discreetly looked up to Sam’s face to see if he had any reaction to your words, to see if his face faltered when you mentioned how psychotic it would be to keep going after killing someone, to see something, anything…

His face was blank.

“You’d be shocked at what…people can do” Sam replied. He seemed to hesitate before saying ‘people’, a hard swallow, a thought behind his eyes and you marked that in your mind for later.

“Sam, I work in the FBI too you know, I’ve seen shit” Maybe you were harsh, maybe you were just defensive or maybe the years of being brought down by men in your field made you snap at his words when they weren’t that deep. He seemed to catch on to your aggressiveness and stumbled over his words to try and reword his phrase.

“No– I-I know it’s just– I mean–” He couldn’t get the words out. You softened at that, noticing your defensiveness was, in fact, exaggerated. You chuckled at him and waved your hand dismissively.

“I get what you meant” You said and he seemed to calm down, giving you a slight smile. Dimples. Again. You turned back to the bodies in front of you and reached for your pocket to get your notes. You started patting with your other hand for your pen through the other pockets and when you didn’t feel the distinctively cylindrical shape of the object you started to freak out. Where’d I leave it…

Sam noticed your squirming and when he saw the notebook in your hand he knew exactly what you were looking for. He held back a chuckle as he watched you try your hardest to remember where the pen was, the concentration in your eyes almost touchable.

“Hey” Sam called and you turned your head to him. He reached his hand up, close to your cheek and you could sense the heat radiating from his body. You froze in place as you thought that you were caught, that Sam’s intelligence overpowered yours and he figured out that you knew who he was. Well, you were wrong. Sam caught the pen you had put behind your ear between his fingers and slid it off of it, watching as your hair fell back into place. You wanted to bury yourself whole inside the ground as you felt heat spread through your face. “Here” He said, with a cheeky smile.

You took the pen out of his hand, your fingers brushing lightly against each other “Thanks” You mumbled. You started writing away what you figured from the autopsy but you couldn’t get your mind off of how close Sam had gotten. The warmth that he emitted was captivating, comforting even. How could you even think that? You were a professional, what the hell! You shouldn’t be feeling this way, you had a job to do, lives to save. Sam was a killer, you put killers in jail. That’s it.

“Okay so…” Dean spoke up, breaking your embarrassment “...We can discard any murder with weapons like guns or knives, those can’t do…this” He made a face and pointed towards the wounds. You nodded in agreement as you wrote it down. When you looked up at them again they were sharing a look, having a full conversation without even speaking. You weren’t a professional in facial expressions but you could read the room, you were being kept in the dark about something. You decided against confronting them, unneeded drama in the current settings because, indeed, the longer you took to solve this case, the closer the killer was to killing other people.

“So, I have no idea if you already did but I didn’t look further in the room where the murder happened. I think I’m going to go back to the house and see if the local cops missed anything” You said, not waiting for an answer as you pocketed your notebook again and started taking off your gloves. You didn’t request their company as you were, first, still trying to figure out why they were so adamant about solving this case, second, you had to figure this murder out, and third, you needed to find a perfect moment to confront both of them. “See you around agents”

“See ya” Dean waved at you as you walked away, Sam didn’t say anything. You knew they were going to follow you, you felt their silent conversations lingering in the air as you left the room, discarding your gloves. In your head you could see them communicating with lifting eyebrows and shrugging shoulders – they were so obvious; and predictable.

–

“We are going after her” Sam said to Dean after he heard you leave. Dean nodded as he started taking off his own gloves, side eyeing his brother. Dean wasn’t stupid – he only acted like it – he knew that there was more than one reason for Sam’s eagerness to follow you.

“So…” He started and Sam knew there was something he might not like hearing coming. “Are you going to play the brave soldier saving the damsel in distress?”

Sam stopped and looked at Dean, absolute confusion adorning his features. “What?”

“Man c’mon, you can’t be thinking that she is the monster now can you? Look, I did the tests while you were…pining over her” Sam opened his mouth to argue but Dean didn’t let him speak. “There was holy water in her drink at the diner, the utensils she was using were pure silver…”

Sam was shocked that his brother thought that quickly, he didn’t even notice…Okay, maybe he was infatuated by you a little too much.

“She could be a ghoul,” Sam argued as a last resort.

“Already looked her up, no one that has that beautiful face has died around here. I’ve looked through the FBI database too, she’s there” Dean said. Sam would be lying if he said he didn’t feel the tiniest bit of relief knowing that you were really human. You were, in fact, beautiful, stunning even. Maybe Dean was right, maybe he did like you, a lot.

“Guess I owe you that six pack then” Sam said.

“Hey, I get the six pack, you get the girl, seems like a fair trade” Dean said, raising his eyebrows tauntingly with a cheeky smile on his face. Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“Either way, we have to go after her because if this ghost decides she’s next on its list, we need to get there before she gets hurt” Sam said in all seriousness as he started walking out of the room, going towards the exit. Dean followed suit, the Impala keys already on his hand.

–

They arrived at the house a minute or two after you. You were waiting in the house’s living room as you heard the rumbling of the old car’s engine. You had your weapon ready and loaded as you heard them open and close the door of the house. As soon as they turned the corner, you lifted your gun.

“Stay right fucking there! Don’t you dare move or else I’ll actually kill you, for good this time!” You screamed at them, gun in hand pointed towards Dean’s head. They widened their eyes and stopped all their movement. Sam opened his mouth to try and talk and you shifted the gun to point at him instead. He shut his mouth again and you saw his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously. You were fuming, anger making your hands shake lightly.

“Did you really think you were going to fool me? Who do you think you are– Better, who do you think I am?” They stood as still as a rock. “Sam and Dean Winchester” You said their names, venom running through your tongue as you did, your gun pointing respectively at each. “You better start talking or I’m popping your heads off, speak!”

“Okay, okay, look we can explain” Sam started.

“You fucking better”

“We are not dead” He said and you looked at him like he was stupid. “Me and my brother we faked our deaths but we had a reason, a much bigger reason”

“You killed people”

“We didn’t, at least not intentionally, we do the exact opposite, we save people Y/N”

“How? The deaths are there, if you are telling me the truth and really save people you do a terrible job at that” You countered. You admitted you only said this to get under their skin because if anyone knew that saving everyone was impossible was you, a federal agent.

“Put the gun down and we can talk” Dean spoke up, talking to you calmly and moving his hands slowly to try and reason with you. You were reluctant but something in their eyes, their actions towards you didn’t indicate any imminent danger. Maybe you were being stupid and, at the end, you’d be lying in a ditch, lifeless, left there to rot but you wanted to give them a chance.

“If you try anything funny I’ll claw your eyes out with my bare hands” You said and Dean, even shocked, nodded slowly – you were exaggerating but you felt the need to. You sighed and put your gun back in the waistband of your pants and saw the boys breathe in a deep breath of relief.

Sam and Dean exchanged those looks again and finally looked at you. Sam was the one you wanted to talk to, you felt deep, deep down that he was going to tell you the truth and that he was actually a good guy, that all that he did until now wasn’t just an act and he was really nice.

“Me and Dean we…We hunt monsters”

Well, now your hopes are shattered. What the fuck.

You just looked at him like he was clinically insane and waited for him to continue.

“I know it sounds crazy” Because it is “And it probably is but it’s the truth, we don’t think whatever killed that couple was a human, this is why there’s no DNA, not a single clue and why the case is hard. I assume you were assigned it because you are smart and a good agent but this is not your kind of case”

“It’s ours” Dean added and Sam agreed with a nod.

You were dumbfounded. They sounded so serious as they explained to you about the tons of different supernatural beings that existed, things you only ever heard of in fictional books and horror movies. Halfway through the talk you looked physically sick, your face pale and eyes dissociated completely and Sam quickly got a chair, ushering you to sit down. He was looking at you with such a guilty expression, like he felt bad for lying to you.

Once they stopped talking you spent a good five minutes absorbing it all as you stared at your hands folded over your lap. You thought you knew things, you thought you could solve everything, that all you needed to do was analyze everything to its minute details and you’d find a solution. Truth is, you were completely oblivious all this long, so many things that you had no idea existed causing trouble around the world, things worse than humans could ever be. You were an idiot.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Sam asked after a while, making you look up at him. “I know it’s a lot to process…” He said, carefully laying a hand over your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.

“I’m going to be fine” You said harshly. Sam felt the slight disappointment in your voice and frowned as he looked down at you. He had seen tons of different reactions to ‘the talk’ but this one was one of the worst, where the person feels upset with themselves for not knowing about this sooner, the kind of reaction he saw mostly on authority figures such as cops and federal agents like yourself.

You stood up and his hand fell from your shoulder. You needed to make this right, paranormal or not, this was still your case and you were solving it one way or another.

“Show me how you do it” You said, turning to look at Sam. The phrase got Dean’s attention as well as a sudden tension fell upon the room. Sam looked at you with confusion “This case is still mine, I want to learn how to get rid of…whatever killed that couple”

Sam exchanged looks with his brother. “I don’t think this is a good idea Y/N, you can get hurt” He said. You rolled your eyes and stepped closer to him, less than a foot between the two of you.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m a federal agent, you don’t get to tell me I’m going to get hurt when I literally hunt and kill people if needed” You said angrily pointing your finger at him accusingly “Your little Ghostbusters roleplay doesn’t scare me”

“Okay, can you two stop? Let’s get out of here and go study about the house to see if we find anything about someone who died here who might want revenge” Dean said, approaching and looking between the two of you. “Please”

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After spending two hours in the nearby library you finally found something. The one responsible for the killings was someone named Alicia Meadows who died in the late 60s, not little kids – it seemed like even the own urban legend the locals passed around was wrong. She was a woman who lived in that house with her husband and kids. One night she found her husband in their bed with another woman and went crazy, killing them both with a shotgun and then shooting herself. Ever since then she’d been killing couples who stayed there, the trauma of the cheating made her assume that everyone who laid in that bed on the same date, every two years, she found her husband and his mistress was also having an affair.

You three soon found out where she was buried and, after the brothers explained to you and made you swear not to arrest them for grave violation, you were driving to the cemetery.

As Dean was digging up the casket you stood beside Sam. “Do you guys do this everyday?”

Sam looked at you with a smile. “No, sometimes we behead vampires too”

You looked at him wide eyed and chuckled. He laughed with you, his face looking ten times more beautiful under the moonlight and the fucking dimples, the damn dimples. Silence fell between you as the sounds of the night – and Dean’s digging – took over. You wanted to talk more, you wanted to know more about Sam because the little you thought you knew was actually a lie. He was nice and, according to the FBI files…

“You went to law school?” You asked him. He sighed. Well damn Y/N so much for breaking the ice, good job.

“I did but…I went back to hunting soon after, you can’t run from this type of job you know?” He chuckled dryly. It was clear that was a sensitive subject for him to talk about.

“If it helps, you would’ve made a good lawyer” You smiled at him. “Besides, you look great in a suit”

He seemed stunned for a few seconds, were you flirting with him? He didn’t get to figure out because Dean made a dramatic pained sound as he straightened his back, breaking the casket open. The putrid smell of death rose and you scrunch your nose. Sam helped Dean get out of the hole and started showering the bones in alcohol and salt and you watched as Dean threw his lighter in making huge flames rise up. You jumped when it happened out of shock and Sam held your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall back, the flames roared loudly with what seemed to be the anger of the woman.

Dean started gathering their stuff and you turned to Sam. “So, is this it?”

“Yeah…pretty simple actually” Sam shrugged. He looked at the fire and you could see the flames dancing in his eyes. You found Sam handsome ever since you laid your eyes on him but now, after a whole day by his side, the light touches you shared throughout the day and the care he showed towards you you wondered if it’d be too bad if you kissed him right now.

“Sam” You called him lowly and he turned to you. You stepped closer and you could see his hands clenching and unclenching by his side, as if he was holding back the urge to touch you. Your faces were inches apart and you could now see every little detail about him. The light stubble that adorned his face and the blush of red in his cheeks that you didn’t know if it was because of the heat of the fire or because you were this close.

You smiled at him and in that moment Sam couldn’t hold himself back. He closed the distance between the two of you as one of his hands cradled your cheek and the other was gently placed on your waist.

You let one of your hands place itself on his neck as you reciprocated the kiss. It was electric and warm, his soft lips over yours felt like a sweetness you didn’t know you were craving to taste. Your heart was beating fast and Sam slowly dragged your body closer to his with the help of the hand he placed on your waist.

When you pulled away you slowly opened your eyes to look straight into his and let out a stupid giggle – like a teenager after kissing her crush. Sam chuckled back as his thumb caressed your cheek lovingly.

“I've wanted to do this ever since the diner” He admitted and you bit back a smile.

“Really?” You asked.

“Really”

The moment was interrupted when Dean honked the Impala, impatiently waiting for you two to finish whatever you were doing so he could go back to the room and finally sleep. Sam showed him the finger as Dean yelled a curse back making you laugh at their stupid teasing.

“Let’s go Sam, Dean’s impatient. We can finish our talk at the motel” You said, your words full of innuendo making Sam turn back to you. You knew you got him when you felt his hand squeeze your waist for a moment before letting go.

“Oh yeah?” He said with a grin, looking down at your mouth and back at your eyes. You nodded.

“Yeah”

A/N: Likes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback makes those writings better. Thank you for reading XoXo

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years ago

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hi lock! i hope this isnt a bother but i recently found out you're a psych major?can i ask what it's like?

THERE ARE STATISTICSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GOD WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

ahem.

i enjoy it a lot actually! aside from the math jumpscare, i've enjoyed all my classes. especially when compared to high school. good lord. i doubt this comes as a surprise to anyone, but i love writing, and a majority of my assignments are submitting papers/essays. researching a subject and writing about it helps me retain information way better than standardized testing 😭

i'm especially interested in abnormal behavior and criminology (which then bleeds into sociology). the approach to how these subjects are taught is thought-provoking and gives me a lot to chew on. the human mind is beyond fascinating.

overall, my studies have helped sharpen my writing and improved my ability to conduct research. most notably though i have a better understanding of how to best interact with vulnerable groups since that's what a majority of my work consists of.

#who knows if this degree will actually help me get a paying job in the future but maybe it's the friends we made along the way that matters #college really does put into perspective how scuffed the rest of my education was #my high school health class told me that i cannot have sex until marriage and that's that #didn't go into STDs or like. Anything #insane #lock lore #answered #Anonymous

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fandom-imagines-stories · 2 years ago

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Don Eppes x Reader

Words: 3864

Part One of Three

Summary: Charlie begins a specialty course, co-taught by a teacher in criminology. He invites Don as a guest speaker to show the kids first hand the importance of mathematics in crime solving. Don, however, finds more interest in Charlie’s co-worker. When he and the reader begin a relationship, they keep it hidden from the genius mathematician, but find that their growing feelings for each other are only the start of the equation.

Notes: What started as a fluff idea turned into a three part drama. Welp. I know this isn’t the most popular show for imagines, but god I love writing for Don. Rob Morrow is just great. I hope there are some of you out there who enjoy! Let me know I’m not alone haha.

More Crime Drama imagines: HERE

Don felt like a kid called to the principal’s office. It was stupid. He’d been to Charlie’s place of work countless times, but in those instances, he was there to do a job. He didn’t have to stand up in front of a bunch of kids with higher IQs than him and try to explain how his genius kid brother helps him do his job.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” he whined, fixing his tie in Charlie’s mirror.

“And I really, really appreciate it, Don,” Charlie said. “I mean, explaining things with Dr. Y/L/N is one thing, but having you here to let them see the real-life connections I think will really help their understanding of the concepts.”

Don shook his head. “I better not just end up standing up there like an idiot while you and some other ancient law professor with a stick up his ass use me like some, I don’t know, ventriloquist dummy.” Leaning against the desk, Don had his back to the door. “Who is this Dr. Y/L/N, anyway?”

“Well not ancient and not a ‘he,’” a voice behind him chided. “As for the stick though, I’m afraid I have some students who might agree with you.”

Don gave his brother- who could very clearly see the door opening- a deadly glare.

Charlie’s brows raised and he laughed nervously. “Y/N. Good of you to stop by before the lesson.”

“I figured I should meet our special guest before he leads our class for the day.” You smiled at Charlie and held out your hand to his brother with a playful glint in your eye. “You must be Agent Eppes.”

“You can call me Don,” he grimaced. He shook your hand, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. It’s been a long day and my brother kinda sprang this on me and when he talked about you he made you sound….”

“Like an ancient law professor with a stick up his ass?” You teased.

“I did not!” Charlie protested.

“It’s okay, Agent Eppes.” Your smile conveyed no hard feelings. In fact, it lit up the room. “I’m just giving you a hard time. Charlie’s told me so much about you.”

Don glared at him again. Charlie held up his hands innocently.

“All good things,” you laughed. Starting back to the door, you turned around again to give the older Eppes a wink. “Mostly.”

Don bit the inside of his cheek, finding himself utterly speechless. His brother, however, was not.

“We should probably go,” Charlie said. “We don’t want to be late for our own class, hm?”

“Yes, I can’t wait for Agent Eppes to lead our discussion.” You watched the FBI Agent’s face fall.

“Leading? Who said I was leading?” He looked to Charlie in an irritated panic. “I said I’d answer a few questions.”

Charlie patted him on the back. “You’ll do great.”

The two of you ushered him into the rush of students before he had the chance to bail.

The class went better than he expected, though it certainly helped to have you sitting with your students, looking up at Don with interested eyes and a stunning smile. By the time it was over, he was almost a little disappointed that he had to leave.

“I’ve got to run,” Charlie said on your way out of the classroom. “I promised Larry I’d help him with a demonstration, but we’ll definitely get together to discuss the next assignment, yeah?”

You nodded, giving him a bright smile. “Today was amazing. I can’t wait to see what the students are going to write for their research assignments.”

“Yeah, me too.” He put a hand on Don’s shoulder. “And thanks a lot for coming today. I think it really made a difference.”

“After all the cases you’ve helped with, it’s the least I can do, Charlie,” Don said.

“See you guys later.” And he was off, diving in between students and hurrying down the hall so he wouldn’t be late.

You motioned for Don to follow you outside so you could get out of the chaos. The sun just barely peeked out from fluffy white clouds, providing a break from L.A.’s usual heat.

“Really, Agent Eppes, I can’t even begin to thank you for today. I think it really helped them understand the point of the class, seeing you and Charlie interact and hearing about what you do,” you beamed. “It was amazing.”

“Thank you for having me, Dr. Y/L/N,” he said. “It was honestly a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”

You smiled. “You can call me Y/N.”

“Only if you stop calling me Agent.”

You pretended to debate the idea and nodded. The two of you found a bench to sit on. His arm brushed against yours, giving you goosebumps despite the warm air.

Don inhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. “Listen, I really am sorry about what I said before the lecture. I was freaking out about talking to all those kids and I was being an ass.”

“You really don’t have to worry.” Looking over the courtyard, you laughed with a sigh. “Believe it or not, I’ve been called worse.”

“Can I at least make it up to you?” He asked. He leaned a little closer. “Buy you dinner?”

You turned to him with a smirk. “Are you asking me out, Don?”

“Only if you’re saying yes, Y/N.”

The clock on the quad struck three and you stood up, taking a piece of paper from your bag and writing your number.

“I guess I can accept that form of apology,” you said, walking away with a new sway in your step.

Don watched you go, the simple fun of flirty taking root as something much more complicated in his chest. He ignored it, for now, but found that it never really went away. Especially when he thought about that smile.

The first weekend, he had to cancel due to a series of bank robberies.

That Wednesday, you rescheduled due to a case your friend needed an expert witness for.

Almost two weeks passed before you found the slightest open window, and even then it was just a couple of hours during a time that would definitely be classified as ‘booty call’ appropriate. But, despite the connotations of the hour, you made the call.

“Eppes.”

“Hey, Don. It’s Y/N.” You bit your lip, starting to regret the call already. “Sorry, it’s late.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I was up anyway. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just calling because… God this is stupid,” you sighed. “Do you want to come over?”

There was silence and then-

“Uh… sure?”

“Only if you aren’t busy. I was planning on ordering a pizza because I haven’t eaten all day and I thought, well, it isn’t exactly fancy, but it still kinda counts as a dinner date, so I called and-”

“A dinner date it is,” Don said before you could spiral too much. “Just tell me your address and I’ll head over, yeah?

You relayed the apartment address and hung up, any confidence you’d had when the two of you first met having totally dissipated.

It took him only twenty minutes to find your place, which was far shorter than you’d anticipated. Your kitchen table was littered with research files and the living room was in an even worse state.

“Oh God,” you sighed, running a hand down your face, and opened the door.

Don stood with a pack of beer in hand and a cautiously optimistic smile.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi. Come in. Sorry about the mess. I was cleaning, and then the pizza got here, and then you…” You winced as he looked around, but there was no judgment in his face.

“If you think this is a mess, you should see mine,” he laughed. His eyes fell upon the already full table. “Where do you want to eat?”

“Um.” Your eyes searched around in a panic. Finally, you shrugged. “Fire escape.”

“Ah, dinner under the stars,” he teased. “Very romantic.”

You both climbed out of the window and onto the landing. Don’s hand found the small of your back to make sure you didn’t fall as you sat down on the first step. He sat beside you a step down.

At first, you both just talked about each other’s days, how you’d been since the last time you saw each other- though, you’d spoken on the phone several times in between. He made a joke about having a lesson with Charlie but admitted they couldn't have solved the case without him. You talked about how well the course seemed to be going, and how the kids still mentioned how much they loved hearing from Don.

“So how does a beautiful criminology professor end up working with my math wiz brother?” Don smiled, taking a sip from his beer.

You shifted on the step of the fire escape, shoulder bumping his.

“I, actually, approached Charlie.”

He raised a brow. “Really?”

“Uhuh.” You took a bite of your pizza, leaning forward so the grease wouldn’t drip onto your chin. “I heard what he'd been working on for the FBI and I just found it totally fascinating.” Setting the food aside, you leaned against the rail. “He’s taught me a lot.”

“Whether you ask him to or not, right?” Don chuckled.

“He’s definitely…” You thought for a moment. “Enthusiastic.” The thought of Charlie’s over-caffeinated ramblings made you smirk. “But, I don’t know. I had to take College Algebra twice, so I might not be the easiest student to teach.”

“I’m sure you’re a dream compared to me and my team.”

You swallowed a drink, shaking your head. “Not from what he says. I mean, you should hear the way he talks about working with you. He just lights up, Don.”

Don hummed but said nothing, and brought the bottle back to his lips.

The two of you sat in the quiet of the evening, leaning closer ever so slightly, like magnets put next to each other. There was a side of you that blared warning sirens, reminding you of all the reasons this was your first date in two years. That, and he was a federal agent who, on more than one occasion, Charlie had joked about his utter lack of a love life. But you ignored all of it when you closed the space between you.

There was no hesitation, no worry of what this meant. His lips moved against yours, his hand cupping your cheek before moving to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, all of the stress and pressure from his week melted away. Don smiled against your sigh, setting the pizza box on the landing so he could pull you closer.

You were both so lost in the moment, you didn’t notice the rain until it started to pour.

When you finally broke apart, your shirt clung to your skin. His white T-shirt might as well have vanished altogether with how the water turned it completely transparent.

But the rain was warm and welcoming. It ushered in suggestions. It encouraged.

Needless to say, the two of you spent the rest of the evening inside.

When Don woke up, his arms were empty, his shirt was drying on the back of a chair, and blinds were drawn back, allowing the sun to blind his tired eyes before he remembered where he was.

He checked the clock on the nightstand. 7:30.

“Great," he muttered.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he ran a hand down his face to try and wake himself up. With his vision adjusting, he noticed the paper lying over the top of his drying shirt.

Had to prepare for an 8:00 lecture. Didn’t want to wake you. Maybe meet for lunch?

P.S. There's coffee in the kitchen. I made sure to leave it on so it’ll be hot for you.

Don laughed to himself. Usually, he was the one who had to sneak out because of work. It had to be the first time he’d woken up alone because of homework.

He put on his clothes and made his way to the kitchen where, sure enough, the coffee pot was left on. He switched it off and poured himself a cup, glancing around at the chaos that was your living room and table in the daylight. It reminded him of the garage when Charlie was on a roll with some equation or another. But he didn’t mind it. He could see how dedicated you were to your job, like he was. So, even though he had to lean against the counter rather than sit at the table, everything already felt so familiar, more welcoming than his own cold and empty apartment.

He got a call not long after he finished his coffee and sighed. Another day, another case. Still, he thought about your note as he drove. Maybe he could still stop by CalSci. He’d probably have to talk to Charlie anyway and besides, he still owed you a meal.

It was cutting it close, but Don managed to have time to get to CalSci just before noon with some sandwiches from a deli on the way. As he made his way to your office, he followed the sound of a very cheesy 80s power ballad that rang over the gaggle of students. The closer he got to the door, the more he could pick your voice out from Foreigner.

“Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far. To change this lonely life.”

Don opened the door just a crack and found you jumping around, using a gavel as a microphone.

“I wanna know what love is. I want you to show me!”

He bit his lip to keep from smiling too widely. Don let you finish the verse before he finally spoke up.

“So this is what you ditched me for, huh?” He said loud enough so you’d hear him over the music.

Your body went stiff and you slammed your hand on the radio’s off switch. You whipped around, cheeks red as a beat, and ran your fingers through your hair which had become a bit of a mess from head-banging for the past half hour.

“Don,” you gasped, “hi.”

“Hey,” he grinned. “Don’t stop on my account, I just figured I’d drop by with that lunch you mentioned.” He set the bag of food on your desk. “I didn’t know what kind you’d like, so I got turkey or roast beef.”

“How romantic,” you teased, leaning on the desk with your hand on his arm.

“It’s better than soggy pizza, I can tell you that.”

You groaned, running a hand down your face. “I still can’t believe I called you last night. I swear, I don’t usually do that kind of thing. I just figured it might be our only chance to-”

“I had a good time.” He assured you, tucking a wild hair behind your ear. “A great time, actually.” He placed his hand behind your head. “I’m glad you called.”

Your lips just barely brushed his when you pushed back with a reluctant sigh.

“I can’t do this.”

Don let his hand fall back to his side and tried not to let his face fall as well. He cleared his throat and took a step away from you.

“Right,” he said stoically. “Okay.”

“Oh my God, no that came out wrong,” you exclaimed. “I mean I can’t do this right now.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay?”

“Don, I really, really enjoyed last night.” You took his hands in yours. “I had more fun than I’ve had in a long time and, I know our schedules are crazy, but I would really like to see you again. Preferably not on my fire escape, though I’m definitely not upset about what that led to.” The memory of his lips against yours, his hands grasping yours, his body against yours popped into your mind. You shook your head, forcing yourself to focus. “I just can’t do it right now because-”

With the knock at the door, you let your hands drop his and you both stepped further away from each other.

“Are you ready to go over-” Charlie started. His words and his feet halted, however, when he saw you weren’t alone. “Don, hey. What are you doing here?”

You and the agent exchanged a look and an unsaid understanding passed between you, though neither of you knew the reason.

“I, uh, I was coming to see you and thought I’d say hi to Dr. Y/L/N,” Don said.

“Yeah, I had a couple of questions about some of your… procedures that I wanted to clear up for the next lesson,” you coughed to cover your lie. “Don was nice enough to stop by since he’s here to see you.”

“Right.” Don nodded.

Charlie blinked. “Ooooookay.” He waved the files in his hand. “So, are you ready to go over the equations to narrow down possible killers from larger lists?”

��Actually, Charlie, I do need to talk to you,” Don said. “It’s about that serial killer we think may have started up again.”

“Right.” Charlie tapped his chin with the folder. “Um, Y/N can I take a rain check? We can talk it over after your last class?”

“Sounds good.” You gave him a tight smile. “Good luck catching bad guys. Both of you.” Both Eppes nodded, Don mouthing an apology so Charlie wouldn't see.

You returned it with finger guns.

Once they were gone, you hit your palm to your forehead. “Finger guns?” You chided yourself. “Really?”

With a sigh, you switched on the radio and rummaged through the bag Don brought you for the turkey sandwich.

“Hey, Charlie. Yeah, let’s talk about class,” you said in mock conversation. “Oh, and by the way? I had sex with your brother. That’s not going to be weird right?”

You let your forehead fall to your desk, narrowly missing your sandwich.

This was going to be more complicated than you thought.

“I’m serious!” You giggled. “I am deathly afraid of, you heard it, swans.”

“Swans?” Don shook his head. “Like white fluffy birds they put on valentines cards, those swans?”

“Don’t let the cards fool you. Swans are demonic little creatures.” You sipped your wine, still sniggering. “I got chased by one as a kid. The thing almost bit me. Scarred me for life.”

“Well, if we ever come across any rogue swans, I’ll protect you,” he smiled.

“Oh, right, my knight in shining Kevlar going up against waterfowl. That’s something I’d pay to see.”

You both laughed a little too loudly, the other patrons at the restaurant casting looks in your direction. Despite that, the wine and candlelight definitely set a different scene than beer on your fire escape. Though, you might still prefer the latter.

It’d been two months since that night. And somehow, in the face of all the obstacles your jobs posed- including keeping everything a secret from his brother- you’d managed to build something resembling a real relationship. Which excited and terrified you.

“How were classes today?” He asked, pouring you more wine.

“Your brother scares me with how smart he is sometimes,” you exclaimed. “I mean, the things he’s able to figure out using symbols that mean absolutely nothing to me…”

“Welcome to my world, sweetheart.”

Don placed his hand on top of yours, gently drawing circles on the back of your wrist, seeming lost in thought.

“Speaking of Charlie,” he started, glancing up at you with a question you’d both had on your mind.

“Right,” you sighed.

“Should we…” Don cleared his throat. “We should tell him, right? It’s weird that we haven’t told him.”

“I thought that too.” You swirled your wine in the glass. “But now isn’t it more weird that we haven’t told him? I mean, what do we say? That we’ve been seeing each other for a couple months now and just forgot to mention it?”

“Yeah, but we can’t go on sneaking around like high school kids, right?”

“I know, I know. But it still just feels… weird.”

Don raised a brow. “Dating me feels weird?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes, poking his arm. “But dating my co-worker’s brother behind his back is a little odd.”

“Charlie’s a big boy, I’m sure he’ll be fine. Besides, it's not like you two were a thing.” Don took a drink.

You lowered your eyes.

“Wait,” he swallowed. “You and Charlie…” He shook his head in disbelief “And you didn’t think to mention it?”

“It wasn’t even really a thing,” you defended. “It was… a fraction of a thing. A teeny tiny percentage of a thing.” He still stared at you wide-eyed, so you continued. “We were at an end-of-the-year function for faculty, had a couple drinks, and went for a walk.”

“That’s it?”

You bit your lip. “And we kissed. But that was it!”

“You kissed my brother?” He exclaimed.

People around you started to whisper.

You lowered your voice.

“Now who’s acting like a high schooler?” You scoffed, leaning back in your chair.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just-” Don held up his hands, holding back laughter. “Difficult to imagine. That’s all.”

“Obviously, we decided to just be friends and that's part of how our joint class came to be,” you said.

He nodded, but couldn’t contain his smirk. “But you didn’t want to say anything about us just in case he carried a torch for you, huh?”

“No, it isn’t that.” You knew as well as anybody that Charlie had eyes for one person and you were over the moon that he and Amita were finally working things out. But you also couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting him over something like this, especially after not telling him for so long. “I just didn’t want to make things awkward.”

“Well, like I said, Charlie’s a grown man,” Don shrugged. “Even if he did have a problem, he’d get over it.”

The waitress brought the check and Don snagged it before you could. You finished your wine and he ate the last piece of bread by the time she got back.

“I will say though,” you mused as the two of you stood to leave, laying a hand on his chest. “All of the secrecy is more than a little bit sexy, hm?”

He cocked a brow. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Makes you seem like James Bond.”

He chuckled, his hand finding the small of your back to lead you back to the car.

“Alright, then maybe you should get me to a secure location, Dr. Y/L/N,” he teased. “We wouldn’t want to blow my cover.”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” You winked and got in the car.

While it certainly wasn’t a path you expected to be on, for the first time in a long while, you were enjoying the ride.

Maybe, this time, things would be different.

For both of you.

#don eppes #numb3rs #rob morrow #david krumholtz #numb3rs imagine #don eppes x reader

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ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 4 months ago

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Letters to the Heart

by v_val

Caitlyn blinked the sleep from her eyes, almost in shock that she had received a response already. Gay panic was setting in and fighting with her morals.

Hesitant and heart racing, her finger hovered over the notification until she gained enough courage to click the screen and began to read the email.

Hey Caitlyn,

So, I guess I’m supposed to introduce myself, right?

I’m Vi. I’m in prison (obviously). Been here a while, not sure how much longer. I like reading, working out, and keeping my mind busy. Mostly keep to myself. I’m not gonna pretend I’m thrilled about this pen pal gig, but I don’t mind writing. It’s something to do.

Not much else to say. You ask, I’ll answer.

Also, saw your picture. I know I’m probably not supposed to comment on that, but... damn. You’re hot. Just putting it out there.

Talk soon, Vi

OR-

Caitlyn is given an assignment in one of her Criminology classes that includes her becoming pen pals with a prisoner at Stillwater.

Words: 2037, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Grayson (Arcane: League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Prison, Strangers to Lovers, Pen Pals, POV Caitlyn (League of Legends), College, college student caitlyn, Prisoner Vi, Yearning, Longing, Angst, Eventual Smut, Flirting, will add more tags as it progresses

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

#ao3feed-piltovers-finest #a03feed-piltovers-finest #caitvi #arcane (league of legends) fanfiction

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chiefwritesbook · 2 years ago

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Writeblr Q&A

I have been tagged by @scifimagpie (ty for tag) so I shall attempt to answer these questions lezzgo

1. What motivates you to write?

The soup brain has too many thoughts & I have to get them out. Also spite because my asshole 8th grade English teacher said my writing assignment was only worth a C (he was the ONLY one btw I got consistently vv high grades before him) & my Chinese immigrant friend got marked down for not being good at English. Fuck you Mr English teacher

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

(idk have this one from early chapter 2 I guess)

“You mean to say that I was bait,” Talin said.

“Not the word I would use, but in a way, yes,” Red Wolf confessed.

“Why?”

“You have been on the throne for less than a year. If someone wants you dead this quickly, something is amiss. I’d like to find out what.”

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

My boy Red Wolf. He's just...yes. Autistic werewolf puppy. Could definitely kill me without hesitation or talk me to death with weapons knowledge. I would thank him if he punched me.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I like not writing.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Worldbuilding, no doubt. I am simultaneously the best and worst at worldbuilding. You want a 2000-word essay on how languages & regional dialects evolved over time? I gotchu covered no problem. Want me to stop elaborating on how Hellhound magic is linked to the moon & actually write my sequels? Absolutely not.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I think the writeblr community is chill. Like y'all are just here for a good time and I can 100% respect that & get behind it. I get to write unhinged answers to these questions & not feel bad about it bc I don't have to self-impose ridiculous societal concepts such as 'maintain a professional image on social media'.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener? Am I allowed to say Scrivener even though I use at most like 2% of their features. I am the kind of person who if given nothing but a notes app & a two-hour uni class to sit through will hammer out a full chapter in those two hours instead of paying any attention to class. On the other hand if you want me to actually write during my free time I'm sorry I'm too busy procrastinating writing with art & procrastinating art with gaming.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

This is not a wise question to ask me (see: question 5) unless the goal was to make me sit here for ten minutes typing out an entire essay's worth of worldbuilding word vomit, in which case well played. However for the sake of my own free time & sanity:

The legal system in Kies Tor is probably the single greatest thing I've ever constructed & it plays a crucial part in the plot & was built off the early British/European court system as well as my own special interests in law & criminology. In short it's trying its best but it's also deeply fucked up and I love making the fucked up parts fuck up my characters.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Don't feel pressured to write. If you're staring at the same thing for weeks/months on end of course it's gonna get stale. Heck this Q&A post is the most I've written in weeks.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

@witch-king-of-angstmar ofc (no pressure to answer tho) but other than that I never know who to tag. I have social anxiety what is an interacting. If you see this on your dash consider yourself tagged

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hi!! criminology anon here :) i lowkey forgot that i sent a response hahah but hello!!! i've been soo busy with school :') but otherwise i've been good!! i don't regret the long rambles, they're really fun to listen to! and in response to your mock trials in that class, they seem really cool!! eventually i'll get real work experience in my time at university (like i'll be working with local law enforcement on cases). how are you doing? i hope you're doing well!! :) yap session: first off, i'd love to read the paper you wrote for your criminology-related class!! and also, indian and caribbean is an interesting mix!! my mom is white and indigenous and my dad is indian :) THE USERNAME YEAH I CLOCKED THAT IMMEDIATELY i don't speak hindi but my grandma sometimes does and i recognized the word from hearing her say it!! omw to call longlegs lambilegs now hahaha does it happen in a season?: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU for posting the parallels from the fic it was so cool seeing all of them side by side. adding on to how you wrote about seemingly mundane things in the fic, i love books that have "mundane" things in them and have everyone's perspective!! you did a really good job of blending both the romance and the everyday life together!! "i'm afraid of men" isn't available in canadian bookstores? oh damn that's probably why i can't find it hahahah i'm also canadian. i'll definitely have to order it then!! "does it happen in a season?" felt very natural like i could see parts of lee in it that were in the movie and also new parts from her being a young adult. THE RUTH AND LEE MOTHER DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP i love mother-daughter relationships in media <333 and i loved your portrayal of it. ruth is such an important part of lee's life and i love how you integrated her into "does it happen in a season?" and i love hearing maika's perspective on their relationship (honestly i like hearing maika's perspective on the movie as a whole... maybe because i like her voice a bit too much ANYWAYS). back to the "does it happen in a season?" discussion, sharing music is so scary!! i agree with it being scary but all of the music you shared in the series was so perfect!!! and the notes at the end were definitely a great addition to the fic it felt like a good ending to an amazing fic OKAY i felt like this response was all over the place but i hope it's okay :') once again i hope you're doing well and have a nice day/afternoon/night!! - criminology anon 📕

HIIII so I'm gonna reply on text today bc my phone has NOT been cooperating today, and I don't wanna risk it taking a long time to work audios like it did last time ;-; and thank you being so sweet about my long ass audios :") oh, I'm so sorry school has been busy!! have there been any classes or assignments you've enjoyed? OMGGGGG WORKING ON CASES -- THAT'S SO COOL :0 that sounds like such an exciting opportunity, I can't wait for you to dive in. and thank you! I've been doing well -- just been lowkey having an existential crisis about what I wanna do post-uni LMAOOO. and I've been struggling to play catch up on my to-do list, which has made me avoidant, which make things pile up more, so yeah, been trying to break out of that. I had greek history today, and just got home hehe I should do work, but I'm probably gonna write after LOLLL

okay, so this is a part of that assignment (kind of cringing at how I explained myself, but I was a first year so please bear with me 😭). it turned out that it wasn't a paper, it was essentially an annotated bibliography -- to show our prof our ability to find useful sources, I think. omg that's so cool!! you know, I'm soon gonna start a sevika fic that explores desi culture, and it had me thinking a lot recently about being mixed. like, I was telling my girlfriend about sometimes feeling like I'm not south asian enough, but also not caribbean enough, you know? sometimes feeling like I'm in this middle road, and just feeling not fully immersed in either community. idk, do you ever feel that way? if you're comfy talking about it ofc!! AND OMGGG I'm SO happy you clocked it, I was so curious if anyone would. my family speaks gujarati, but I grew up with bollywood so I know a bit of hindi from that hehe. have you ever wanted to learn hindi? :o

OMGGG OFC I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT <33 awe omg thank you so much :") I'm really happy to hear that, I definitely love writing that romanticizes the mundane, and I try to emulate that a lot in my writing. I think it does such a good job at both helping the writer and reader to internalize and highlight all the lovely little things that exist on a day-to-day basis, you know? kind of creates this bouncing affect where it helps us all grow to admire these things more. I know a lot of youtubers who do that, and they inspired me a lotttt for the fic, hehe (I might actually make a list of them soon :o). AND OH NO, sorry, I meant sunburn isn't in canadian bookstores!! I asked a bookshop in the city my uni is in if it was there, and I remember she told me it's been hard to get the book delivered in bulk to there. I think I'm afraid of men tends to be in independent bookstores, especially those centred on queer and BIPOC voices -- at least from my experience. AND OMGGGG fellow canadian!! I get to so excited when I meet another canadian on tumblr HAHA.

omg, thank you so much!! yeah, I definitely wanted to reflect qualities that I think you see in her adult and child versions in the film, like her independence, observance and artistic sense. but, I also wanted to show her going through the growing pains of other things that I could definitely see her having struggled with as a person in her early twenties. like her queerness, her navigating romantic relationships and kink, etc. and yes yes!! I feel like ruth is such a pivotal person in her life, who has influenced so much of her psyche and socialization, so it was so important for me to show that. I'm so glad you enjoyed it :") and omg which mother-daughter media do you like? I also love it so so much. NO, YOU'RE SO REAL LOL maika has such a velvety, soothing kind of voice, and I also love how expressive she is when explaining the film or lee as a character. and she tends to reveal little unknowns about lee in her interviews, so I get so, so excited watching them. like, there's this twenty-something-interview I still need to watch and wanna make notes on, because it's really just maika and talking about lee and that excites me SO much.

omg I'm so glad you enjoyed the music and the notes :"") literally whenever I added the music, I was like, "omg what will people think of my music taste 🤭" HAHA especially because all those songs came to mean a lot to me due to how I associated them with certain chapters and specific scenes, since a lot of them I pictured playing at a certain moment in the fic hehe

OMGGG no no it's more than okay, I had so much fun reading and responding to it!!! I hope you have an amazing day/night too <333

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P1 - Portraits of a River

Class done in collaboration with tutors from the WdKA (Xenia, Mia and Eric) Practice 1 - 2024.

8 week duration

Assignment:

Objective: Create a visual narrative exploring the river Nieuwe Maas, encompassing its physical, metaphorical, and social dimensions through interdisciplinary research methods.

During this course, you will produce a new collaborative work in the form of a visual narrative* together with an interdisciplinary group of peers. Your visual narrative will explore the river Nieuwe Maas, encompassing its physical, metaphorical, and social dimensions. Your work will depart from a series of interdisciplinary research methods that will be addressed and discussed in class.

*A visual narrative or visual storytelling is a story told with visual material. You can use images, video, audio, text, performance or object-based materials to tell this story and/or convey a message.

Week 1: Introduction, context and team-building

In class:

Welcome, introduction of the course (and competencies/assessment criteria), its goals, timeline, and expectations, teachers. Icebreaker activities to help students get to know each other.

Students write their names and pronouns on papers

Introduction of Practices (film) + Natalia presents her work

Drawing Station Introduction

Group formation and introduce homework for next class.

By the river activity:

Look for suspicious things (objects, smells, colours, textures, shapes, movements, sounds, temperature etc.)

Document it and/or how could you document it?

Homework: Each student group gets a topic in connection to the Maas River they must research and present to the class in no more than 5 mins. Topics: history, geography, criminology, ecology, biology, urban planning, environmental damage over water quality, architecture, demographics, Economic and social impact of the river, water usage, cultural significance, hydrology, etc.

Week 2: Exploring diverse interdisciplinary approaches, understanding interdisciplinarity, intro to visual narrative

Natalia's Class:

10:30 – 13:15 Group A – Drawing Station

14:15 – 17:00 Group B – Drawing Station

Students share their skills and preferred methods of experimentation corresponding to their own field and discipline.

Students build their own catalogue of methods in the form of a zine/manual made in class.

Collaborative exercises where the students exchange and practice to entangle their ideas, styles, methods and skills by putting in practice their own manual (methods) by the Maas near WdKA.

10:30 - 10:45 (14:15 - 14:30): Sitting in their groups, students individually list the methods for conducting research that they practice in their own field. ex. Advertisement - target group study, Fine Arts - material research, Photography - site visits.

10:45 - 11:30 (14:30 - 15:15): As a group they discuss the lists and make one unified list that can be useful for their group project. They will name each method and provide a description of: 1) What it is, 2) How to practice it, 3) With whom to do it, 4) When it should be done, 4) What materials are needed to practice it, and 5) What are the possible challenges.

11:30 - 12:30 ( 15:15 - 16:15) : Make this list (catalogue of the groups research methods) into a zine.

12:45 - 13:15 (16:30 -17:00): Groups show their zine and group discussion.

Materials needed: (color) paper, magazines, scissors, glue, markers, pens, paint or colour pencils, erasers, sharpeners, staplers. (drawing and collage materials).

Homework: Students work independently and in groups on:

Students put in practice the research methods they consolidated as a group in the form of a zine at the Maas. They must document their process and findings.

Students print copies of their zine and bring it for our next class

Video: Reclaiming Artistic Research by Lucy Cotter:

Week 3: Research through drawing, integrating research into creative process (research by making)

Natalia's class:

10:30 – 13:15 Group A – Drawing station and outside

14:15 – 17:00 Group B - Drawing station and outside

Introduction to artistic research

Embodied research exercises in location – Inspired by Sara Ahmed, Orientations: Toward Queer Phenomenology.

10:30 - 11:30 (14:15 -15:15): Discussion about Artistic Research.

11:30 - 12:45 (15:15 - 16:30): Near the river

Choose on of the following exercises and allow your intuition to guide your experience, don't question it or try to make it rational or with an end. The keyword to this exercise is *Desire: A gravitational pull; a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen; a drive.

Descriptions: Walk around and make thorough descriptions of what you see. Don’t stand only in one location, if you have made the description of something, then move on to the next. Let your intuition determine what you want to describe. Record your descriptions. Think of words, situations or sounds that can help describe what you see and sense. Include them in your recording and narrations.

Acute listening: Tune in to the sounds of the landscape. Try to isolate the sounds from all other noise, so that you have clarity over its qualities. Imitate it, try to make the same rhythm, the same pitch, the same fade in/out. Record yourself + Walk around the landscape and make your body encounter other bodies (non-human) by touching, licking, laying on or under, standing on or under and listen to the sounds these encounters create. Record them. Record the sounds of the landscape and write down what sounds you are recording.

Choreograph of space and relation: Think of the movement that the space / location suggests to your body. If you follow your intuition in navigating the landscape and encountering other non-human bodies, what type of movements do you do in order to reach those encounters? + Think of the movements that would be habitual in that landscape and how they shape that landscape. Enact those movements and document them. Be wary of how your body is shaped and moved by the space. While enacting them change pace, change orientation, and enact the movements in different locations, document your experience and the impact of those shifts in writing, drawings or video. Document your reflections.

Extensions of the body: Find manners in which you can help your own body extend in the space. This could be with the help of objects, bodies or non-human-bodies. Practice these extensions and document them in writing, drawings or video. Reflect on their inherent agency, their power and impact over your body, your movements, your voice, your rhythm and the space around you. Document this by writing it down or record it with your phone. Document your reflections.

AND:

Collect: Gather a collection of everything you encountered. Keep these objects and bodies (matter) for the next class, you will need them. Document you collection.

*If taking an other-than-human-body or object hurts or damages something, then document it with a drawings or tracing its textures or describing it in sound.

12:45-13:15 (16:30-17:00): Group discussion: Discuss experience and findings.

Guide discussion around Desire: How did desire manifest in the process? What pulled you in? How did my desire or intuition mediate my relations with other bodies and objects? Write down your ideas, realizations, confusions, questions, etc.

Materials needed: phone - recording (audio/video/photo) device, notebook and pen/pencil.

Homework:

Students compile all the materials gathered during the session in physical form. If images were taken, sounds were recorded or videos were filmed, they must be printed or displayed in a device in the following session with Natalia.

Week 4: Experimentation and making, with emphasis on experimental and collaborative process

10:30 – 13:15 Group A – at Drawing Station and WdKA

14:15 – 17:00 Group B – at Drawing Station and WdKA

Collaborative session in class: with all the material collected in the previous embodied research session.

Peer to peer review about material they collected + Group analysis of the material

Making public: Arranging, re-arranging and installing the material for public display (exercise) - improvising a narrative within a different context. (object-based, presenting archived material)

10:30 - 11:30 (14:15 - 15:15): In groups students share the collected material from the previous class and they do group a analysis of the material.

11:30 -12:30 (15:15 - 16:15): Each group will find a spot in the 3rd floor of WdKA (drawing station and around). They will arrange and re-arrange the material as a group, improvising a narrative that is self-standing.

12:30 - 13:15 (16:15 - 17:00): We go around to see and discuss the results.

Materials needed: Materials collected from the previous class and installing material such as rope, tape, nails, etc.

Homework:

Watch the conversation between John Berger and Susan Sontag on How To Tell a Story:

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Each student individually brings a news article or segment that they find relevant to their interests and project. i.e an article about the Maas River.

Week 5: Production of Visual narrative.

10:30 – 13:15 Group A - Drawing Station

14:15 – 17:00 Group B - Drawing Station

Collaborative session in location: Each student brings an article from the news. As a group they agree on a question(s) or topic(s) they would like to find out more about. They will consolidate a questionnaire. Students conduct artistic research (conversation/interview) with the nearby inhabitants or passer-bys in order to gather testimonies on the topic.

Students analyze the interviews they conducted and how they may affect their project/knowledge of the project.

Discussion over the relevance, impact and value of art and design in the broader social and cultural context.

10:30 - 11:00 (14:15 - 14:45): Each student shares the content of the article they brought with their group. As a group they agree on a question(s) or topic(s) they would like to investigate further. Each group writes down the questions or topics into a questionnaire.

11:00 - 12:00 (14:45 - 15:45): Students conduct interviews/conversations with people in the city near our chosen location. Students gather testimonies on that topic(s) or question(s).

12:00 - 12:45 (15:45 - 16:30): Students analyze the interviews/conversations they conducted and how (if) they could visualize or include them within their project.

12:45 - 13:15 (16:30 - 17:00): Group discussion about their findings. They will discuss the impact these testimonies over their stories, narratives, and knowledge of the Maas River.

Week 6: Production of Visual narrative. Feedback from tutors.

Natalia's class:

10:30 – 13:15 Group A – Drawing Station

14:15 – 17:00 Group B – Drawing Station

Feedback session with groups and peers.

Asking critical questions.

Writing for 1.3

10:30 - 11:30 (14:15 - 15:15): Writing reflection for 1.3:

Choose 3 out of the 5 prompts below to write about. Write for 15 minutes on each prompt. Write in whatever way feels natural to you. You don’t have to write in an academic or literary format. You won’t be assessed on correct grammar or spelling; getting your thoughts on paper is what counts. Before you start to write, travel in your mind to moments and memories. Think about how you felt and where you felt it in your body. Think about your sensory experience: what did you see, hear, smell, feel, etc. Use these memories and experiences to be as detailed and elaborate as possible in your writing.

Describe an object you interacted with during P1.2 program.

Describe a moment during the P1.2 program where you experienced a shift in knowledge or learned something new.

Describe something unexpected you experienced during the P1.2 program.

Describe an experience from P1.2 that feels valuable to your future projects.

Describe a space outside of the Academy that you connected with during the P1.2 program.

Homework: Save your writing assignment as .docx. Upload the link to your assignment under the correct Station and student group (A or B). Deadline for submission is Thursday, March 28 at 23:59 (uploading is not possible after)

11:30 - 12:30 (15:15 -16:15): Feedback between groups and asking critical questions.

Week 7: Refining the visual narrative, asking critical questions, production. Feedback from tutors.

10:30 – 13:15 Group A – Drawing Station

14:15 – 17:00 Group B – Drawing Station

Feedback session with groups and peers about presentation modalities, questions to think about, who is going to present what, reminder criteria etc..

Asking critical questions.

Week 8: Presentations and reflection on the project

Groups present their Portraits of the River. Peer and teachers’ team feedback.

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