#he would ask my friends (who i made aware of this plan of mine) things about me for ammunition

[mars-ipan]

genuinely the smartest (and funniest) choice i ever made in junior high was completely ignoring people who tried to bully and/or annoy me

[barbiiecams]

Hiii angel 💓💓 you have to do more of sugar daddy rafe plss 🙏 how they meet?

nsfw

i feel like you were already a kook. a rich, spoiled one at that. then because of your behaviors towards other people (both pogues and kooks you didn’t like) your parents had really had enough. like to the point where they cut down your allowance, yet that still didn’t seem to work on you.

one day your father told you “you need to get a job. no more funds from us.” which completely broke you down. you had been so dependent on them you’re entire life, because now you were 19 about to turn 20 with no real experience of having a job. in all your years, you grew up so wealthy. there wasn’t a need to have one. but here you were, begging your dad to keep you in his good graces.

“eventually you’ll need to work. where do you think i got all my money from?” he reasons, and now it’s starting to click.

“where would i even work?” you’d ask, almost on the verge of tears.

“a friend of mine named ward needs a gardener. he pays pretty well too. just start from there.” he says. this really blew you. who did you look like being someone’s maid?

“you’re joking right?” you stared at him blankly.

“it’s that or nothing.” your father gets up and walks away. now you really could cry, but you were more angry than anything.

—

you’d spend days holding off on actually contacting the cameron’s, but when the allowance money started to run out after a major shopping spree, you were ultimately left with no choice.

you called ward and asked if he still needed a gardener, and he most definitely did since he gave you the job on the spot. “you can start tomorrow at 8, if you’d like.” he said. money is money.

“of course, see you then.” when you hung up, you let out a breath of air, fully accepting your place and status now. you were the entitled kook princess, now turning into someone working for the cameron’s.

when the next morning came, you introduced yourself to ward, rose and wheezie. rose had instructed you on what to do, and ward explained the payment plan which was good enough. sooner than later, you’d started working in their front yard planting all kinds of flowers.

that’s pretty much how it looked for weeks. on top of that, not many people knew, which was a good thing.

you’d show up at 8, rose would make you something if you were hungry, then you’d get to work. but one day, it seemed like the angels were on your side.

you were working on figuring out how to keep that damn rosemary alive when you heard a voice behind you. and it didn’t belong to ward.

“who are you?” the man said. you turned around to see who was asking, and it was no other than rafe cameron.

“why?” you questioned. rafe recognized you too. everyone knew who you were, and it was embarrassing enough that the son of the richest person on the island knew you were working for his family. y/n y/l/n was supposed to be immune to working.

he smirks. “i know you.”

there was no refraining from the eye roll that crept up. “yea i bet you do.”

“why are you working here? don’t you just get what you want?” you were surprised he knew all this about you, aware of how much older he was.

“my dad cut my allowance.” you explained while working on the rosemary again.

“ouch.” he said while walking inside, abruptly ending the conversation. this kind of pissed you off but you paid no mind. moments later, he came back out with a glass of water.

“here,” he hands it to you, “it’s scorching out here.”

“thanks,” you accepted it, and took a long sip. for the rest of the time you were working, the two of you made small talk. even though the age gap was there, you still found enough to talk about.

an easy few hours later with rafe talking to you, and occasionally helping, your shift was over. and now suddenly you were perched on the bathroom sink, sundress bunched up and panties pulled to the side. rafe was balls deep, hitting that good spot and ready to bust one at any moment.

his hand covered your mouth to keep your moans quiet, and had the door locked so not a single soul could interrupt.

“fuckk,” he groans. “best pussy i’ve felt in a while, i’ll tell you that.”

a few more thrusts and you were done. your head falling onto his shoulder and ragged breaths for air.

your release sent his off, him quickly pulling out then sending you to your knees.

he jerked himself a few times, “open.”

doing exactly what he said, your mouth opened and you had your tongue stuck out. he finally cums, aiming for your mouth but some ended right below your eye.

when he was done, he wiped the remains from your face with his thumb, and had you suck on it. you stood up from the floor, wobbly and really hoping that no one heard anything.

rafe gathers himself, “a tight cunt like that doesn’t need to be working.”

you let out a laugh. “well here i am.”

“nah, not with me.” he zips his shorts back up. “i’ll take real good care of you. no more gardening.”

and ever since then, you were back to being the spoiled princess you were destined to be.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I don't want to contribute to paying for furniture for the house?

1/3/2024, Names changed. Sorry, this is a little long.

I (26) live with three roommates: Kay (22) who is my sister, Sam (22) who is Kay's high school sweetheart and fiancé, and Andy (25) who is Kay and Sam's best friend. All of us are autistic, queer, and neurodivergent in some way or another.

Background info; Kay, Sam, and Andy had had plans to move in together for several years with Andy moving cross country to do so. Kay and I both moved out of our parents house within a month of each other in Summer 2022, with Kay and Sam moving in together, and me moving into an apartment by myself. Early 2023 due to issues with my apartment and landlord and being unable/unwilling to stay there past my lease when it was up in six months, with some encouragement from our mother Kay asked if I wanted to move in with the three of them because Kay and Sam's lease was up around the same time mine was and they were already planning on getting a bigger place to live with Andy when he got here. Due to the aforementioned apartment troubles and having a hard time mentally living alone for the first time, I accepted. We found a small house and the four of us moved in Summer 2023.

Now we've butted heads a good bit the last couple months (especially me and Andy because we had barely known each other before moving in together and we have very different personalities), including a few very loud fights, but we have thus far managed to eventually talk it out and work it out and kept things mostly under control. I admit, there have been times where I was definitely the asshole in situations, but I've acknowledged that, apologized, and tried to improve my behavior since then. Anyway, this ask isn't about all those times.

A lot of my issues in the household stem from my depression and lack of motivation to get things done. A big contributing factor to that is that I am painfully aware I wasn't part of their original plan, and that leads to me not feeling wanted as part of this house. The three of them often do things without me like playing D&D, and hanging out/going fun places without me, while things I want to do with all of them just kinda never happens, like playing a video game or board game with one of them, or going out somewhere fun I want to go. Some of me not being included is completely justified like Kay and Sam's date nights, and some things while they do still sting a bit to be excluded from make sense why (like their D&D games that can get very NSFW, and I'm a sex-repulsed asexual. also being Kay's sister would make it extremely awkward regardless of my sexuality. I only found out about the NSFW nature of their games two weeks ago though), but certain things it doesn't feel like as good a reason for me to not be included or it's not actually communicated to me why I'm not invited to be part of something.

A REALLY big thing that contributed to these feelings I have was the day we got the keys to our house, as Kay and Andy were showing it to me, Kay told me "Just so you know, this isn't permanent. You're going to get your own place again eventually" with a soft deadline of two years because that's when another of their friends graduates college and might need a place to stay after. Over the last few months we have had several conversations about my feelings of being unwanted and Kay has apologized saying that what she meant that day came out wrong. What she meant by that statement was they all want to help me become more independent so that I will be able to move out and live on my own again one day when I'm ready since the first time didn't go so well. They were not/are not planning to kick me out, and the other friend moving in is just an idea that may not even come to fruition anyway. Even if it was partially a misunderstanding and there is no set time I need to be out of the house by, knowing that there is an end in sight has made it much harder for me to settle in because I don't feel like I can get settled since I'll just have to leave again at some point anyway even if that time is literal years away. Sorry if that doesn't make sense but that's the best way I can phrase it.

With all that background out of the way, I'll get back on track now. Kay and Andy have spent months planning on how to decorate the house and want to make the whole first floor (kitchen, living room, and shared craft space in the front room) themed like a medieval tavern. I haven't been able to give much input on how the house gets decorated outside of my own room. I've been trying to at least make my bedroom feel more homey since it's where I spend a lot of my time, but the common areas are much harder for me to feel comfortable and like I belong in because I don't have much control/input in how they will look. Which again, I know I'm not going to be here super long term, so it makes sense but it still sucks.

Now onto the actual situation here. There is a dining table set that Kay and Andy picked out that costs over $400 that Kay said on 12/25 she wants us all four to pitch in to get for the household for her birthday in a couple months. I am hesitant to contribute to this set, because I am not going to live with them forever. Obviously I pay my part to the household. I pay my fair share of rent, utilities, and food (though I will often make mini grocery runs throughout the week and I rarely if ever ask for money I spent back because I feel awkward about asking for money from any of them). I have already contributed towards furniture for the house but that is either things that are explicitly and exclusively mine despite household use (a tv stand I already had, a bookshelf I bought to display my things) and will come with me when I move out, or something that was a gift for someone else but still not ridiculously expensive (a $40 secondhand curio cabinet the rest of us got for Kay as an early Christmas present and various other small decorations for around the house).

There was another interaction today that has me a little upset. We've been thinking of getting a second TV for the living room so we can play online co-op games together. Who pays for the TV, determines who gets to keep the new one and who takes the old one when I leave. If the three of them want to keep the new TV, they're going to split the cost and I get the old one, however if I want the new TV I will have to pay for the whole thing myself. 1 person vs 3 people paying for something just feels unfair to me.

But the dining set feels different because it's a lot of money and I won't get to take any part of it with me when I eventually leave. With the TV I'd at least get to keep it. I feel guilty about not wanting to help pay for it, especially because Kay has said she wants it as a birthday gift, but if it almost feels like I'm just buying furniture for someone else's house. Honestly, I'll probably end up sucking it up and contributing anyway because I really don't like confrontation and tend to keep my feelings to myself anyway, but I just want to know other people's opinion on the situation.

Money has been a growing issue for me lately. I'm the only one with a stable, salaried job (barely pays above minimum wage though so it's not like I'm rolling funds), while Kay and Sam are hourly and Andy is between jobs right now. Like I said, I feel awkward about asking for money from any of them. Honestly I don't mind paying a little extra here and there to help out since I'm not much help with the cooking and cleaning, but the amount I have been contributing with no compensation has been eating away at my savings the last few months and I've been keeping silent about it because I don't want to make them feel guilty about it and make it awkward.

TLDR; I'm insecure and have trouble feeling wanted around by my roommates, and am expected to eventually move out. WIBTA if I don't want to help buy a dining set for the household because I won't get to take any part of it with me when I move out?

PS- If it's not too much trouble, could you please tag @aita-roommates-furniture so I am notified when this gets posted? Tumblr won't let me submit asks from a sideblog. If not, no worries! I'll just keep an eye out for it

What are these acronyms?

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Butterflies 🦋✨

Summary; Jason spends more time ignoring you and flirting with other girls than actually being your boyfriend.

Eddie knows he would cherish you like a princess, and as you two grow closer he has no qualms about stepping on Jason's toes to show you that.

Warnings; Fluff, minimal angst, 18+ MDNI

Likes, reblogs are always appreciated ❤️

I don't give anybody permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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For a few weeks now you had been meeting Eddie at his spot in the woods. The first time it happened is because Jason had asked you to get some weed for, giving you the money but refusing to go to Eddie himself.

"You think I would go around talking to that freak?" this made you roll your eyes, yes Jason was your boyfriend but you couldn't stand how judgemental he could be of people who showed even slightly different interests than him.

The two of you had been dating for four months and you were becoming increasingly aware very fast that he wasn't your prince charming... Kiss a few frogs, find a prince so the saying goes.

Maybe that would happen one day you had told yourself.

Eddie is waiting for you, a wide grin spreads across his features and you bound up to him happily, he holds out flowers for you, freshly picked and you beam.

Honestly, you can't remember the last time he bought you flowers. Eddie was always bringing you pretty flowers he found.

"Hi, sorry I'm late, cheer practice ran over, these are beautiful thank you Eddie" he waves of your apology.

"It's fine Princess. Don't worry about it and I was glad to do it, see that pretty smile" you settle down, hiding how pleased that made you and begin to discuss your day.

Eddie tells you about his plans for Hellfire, you tell him about Cheer practice and he's always so guienely interested like you are about Hellfire.

Maybe one day he can show you how to play you suggested last week and he seemed delighted at that.

The thing was you could talk to Eddie about anything and vice versa, he never judged, always listened and never belittled you in any way, you loved being with him.

He made you feel safe, listened to and gave you butterflies every time he smiled at you. Those fucking dimples.

It's just you wish you didn't have to hide your friendship so much.

"It's nice being here with you Eddie, I can understand why you wouldn't want to hang out with your friends though. They don't even know I exist right? Well, I mean they do obviously but not that we hang out" you murmur.

He softens.

"Hey, you think I'm ashamed of you or something? Are you kidding me? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, uncle Wayne, Hellfire and you. I could never be ashamed of you princess"

"I could never be ashamed of you either" you assure him and take his hand in yours.

He swallows "Yeah, we all know what this town thinks of me" you scowl.

"They don't know anything. They don't know how amazing you are Eddie" his breath hitches, your heart skips several beats as he squeezes your hand.

"I know this might be out of line sweetheart, you can tell me if it is but shit, you deserve way better than that butthead Jason"

He's leaning close to you and smiles somewhat shyly.

"I kinda like having something that's mine sweetheart, that is just mine, he hurriedly speaks up, you know us being friends and all"

Oh boy...

I am yours. That's what's you want to say and you mean it because deep down, you aren't happy with Jason at all. He doesn't make you happy but Eddie does.

"You should be with someone who treats you like a princess. Not who treats you like you're dispensable because you're not. You're totally metal sweetheart"

His sweet compliments make you feel all fuzzy and happy. Eddie always made you happy.

Jason treated you either like garbage or some trophy girlfriend and you deserved better than that.

You know what you have to do...Break up with Jason. It's been a long time coming and it would happen whether you were falling for Eddie or not.

It was time.

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Eddie can't stop staring at you, he knows he's in love with you. Big time, and it's exhilarating, terrifying and fucking amazing, he never thought he would fall in love.

Honestly, hookups at dive bars or at metal concerts were as far as he got.

"Dude, are you even listening to me?" Gareth asks him and he smiles as he sees you laugh with Chrissy, Chrissy who upon seeing him stare at you whispers in your ear with a beaming smile on her face and you turn to meet his gaze, looking down shyly as you head outside.

Butterflies, he felt butterflies when you looked his way or smiled at him like that.

He's on his way to Hellfire, you to Cheer practice and he wishes he could speak to you for a little bit but it will have to wait for later.

"Are my eyes deceiving me freak or are you making eyes at my girl?" Jason walks up with the rest of his douchebag squad.

"Your girl? You're full of shit Carver, like you don't fuck around on her when she isn't around, she deserves better than you" Jason pales but catches himself quickly beginning to laugh.

"Like who? You? Don't make me laugh Munson, you're way out of her league and you know it. She doesn't even know you exist"

Jeff and Gareth tug at his arms as he moves closer to Jason.

"Yeah? You don't know anything asshole, I'd treat her like a queen" Jason's smirk disappears.

"What are you in love with her or something?" Eddie doesn't back down from his stare.

"You are aren't you?" Jason sneers and Eddie's fist tightens, he would like nothing more than to punch Jason in his stupid mouth.

"Let me be clear. I haven't gave a fuck about stepping on your toes to show her how she should be treated" Jason backs off, he knows that Eddie isn't fucking around.

"She'd never go for you loser" Jason spits out but one of the basketball players pull him away.

"Come on man, he's a lying asshole"

"Eddie come on dude" he hears Dustin call out to him and he heads to Hellfire still fuming but determined to follow up on what he said to Jason.

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Jason gapes as you repeat what you said.

"You want to break up with me? Are you fucking kidding me? I made you, you selfish bitch" Oh please you roll your eyes.

"You made me? Get over yourself. I'm a person not some object. For four months you've gradually treated me more and more like shit and I'm sick of it"

Disbelief colours Jason's features.

"First that freak Munson being in love with you and now this shit. Unbelievable"

It's like time stands still, you barely hear what Jason has to say something along the lines of "no I'm dumping you for Casey Stevens", you couldn't care less.

"Are you even listening to me? I'm dumping you!" he snaps and you nod as you make your way over to where Hellfire is playing barely paying attention to what Jason is yelling at you.

There's cheers as you get to the drama room so that must mean that the campaign has went down well, just like you assured Eddie it would.

He's deep in his DM mode so you wait patiently, watching him enraptured.

Dustin spots you and gestures to Eddie who pauses his eyes lighting up.

"It's okay, finish up and I'll wait here" he winks at you and it sends little shivers of delight all over your body, watching him in his element, doing differing voices as he concludes tonights campaign is so sexy.

He's so sexy and kind, beautiful inside and out and you are anxious to know if what Jason said was true.

When he is finished you head over to him, focus solely on him and not the curious stares you're getting.

"Hey Princess"

"Hi, Jason told me something. We were breaking up at the time so I don't know if he was just messing around, I hope he wasn't"

Eddie tilts his head and there's a knowing look on his gaze.

"What did he say?" well, here goes nothing.

"He told me you're in love with me. Is that true?" he cups your cheek and you lean into his touch.

"Would have preferred to tell you myself sweetheart but yeah, I'm in love with you, hopelessly in love. I'd never hurt you or cheat on you like that dickhead did"

Within seconds you're kissing him and he's kissing you back, you grin.

"I love you too" Eddie briefly lifts you off your feet as he kisses you happily.

"Uh? What the fuck is going on?" Gareth asks and you and Eddie look at each other with identical grins.

"Better sit down dude, this is a long story"

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[lizaawinchester]

promise me, you wont decide for me

Title: you need to promise me

Word count: 1442

Description: After living with the boys for years and having a non official relationship with dean you finally decide to bring it up. His need to protect you has always stopped you from titling what it was you had together but after an easy hunt just you two and Miracle in your hometown the nostalgia reminds you of how much you want to be able to make your love for him public. but first he has to promise never to push you away just because he thinks you're better off without him (Post Chuck; (dean never died in my head)

tw- none

You were tired of leaving his bed after an amazing couple of hours together, sometimes only talking and watching movies, sometimes steamy sex only to sleep in a cold bed alone 2 rooms down. In a tired haze you wondered what he was thinking as you both fell asleep sharing an old creaky bed with the awful tv playing a random movie.

There were never any set rules with your arrangement but you never really talked about it. Just living together with Sam in the bunker meant that you had practically already been a couple. Everyone knew the feelings were mutual but it was never discussed. Small I love you’s were said occasionally and you two would cuddle up in private. Sharing your favorite movies and talking about everything from your wildly different childhoods to your worst memories. Eventually you started hooking up and that lead to where you were now. Alone together in your home state in nostalgic town for you. This area was memorable for you as a kid and when you saw that there was likely a Vamps nest nearby you had to come and get rid of it. After finishing late at night you and Dean decided to just keep the room an extra night to let Sam and Eileen have the bunker to themselves for one more day. You had come here with your family and made your best in this little town before your parents were possessed and killed by angels. Even in the freezing cold of February you remembered the good parts of having a somewhat normal childhood here and getting into hunting later in life, unlike the Winchester brothers.

That night you asked Dean if he was open to the idea of making it official, being back home made you remember the love you had always wished for and practically already had but were too afraid to admit. In his half asleep voice he admitted "I wish you were mine from the second I wake up to the second I fall asleep." before falling asleep with you in his arms.  Slowly, knowing that his tired self was not up for much of a conversation you fell asleep too, thinking of how to possibly bring this up again on the long drive home tomorrow.

The next morning.

Taking miracle out to run around before your long drive back to the bunker you decided to get it out of the way hoping he even remembered the conversation from his half-asleep state

Staring at the rocky pathway you practically whispered, “So about what you said last night, did you really mean that”

D “of course." he said surprised you would even ask. "I mean I am ok with this sort of together but not really officially thing, but I mean it when I say I love you and I would rather have you officially be mine than be friends who have and are aware of their feelings”

“If were going to do this you need to promise me something.”

“Ok… “

“I make my own decisions for myself. I know what is best for me and you cant try and decide that”

“ok… I know that you can make your own choices. Where are you going with this”

“I need to know that one day when you are feeling shitty or when I am pissed off by something you’re not going to tell me to leave. If you ever tell me to go because you are bad for me, I will not come back”

“wait so you want me to promise that I will never end it, because I never plan on telling you to leave.”

“No. I am saying that you can never, I mean ever, try to tell me that I am better off without you or I deserve better than you. I deserve what I want and someone who loves me enough to see that. With jack in charge we control our own lives and that includes me too. I know you don’t see yourself the way that I do but I know that there is no one out there better for me.”

“Y/n.. ”

“No let me finish. If I thought you would do anything that would hurt me, I would not be here, living with you and sam. You are the kindest and most loving person I know. You let me sleep in your bed after having a panic attack and you make me feel safe. You are definitely the best sex I have I ever had plus you let me take all of the covers and because you know I get cold at night. You are the best person I could ever find for me and  If I thought that you were not what was best for me I would leave on my own.”

“what if I am not what is best for you”

 “then we should not be together at all. But that’s just it you are.

You stopped your walk grabbing his arm to turn him to look at you. “I need you to see that I want you and all of you. The good and the bad because if you want to be with me you have to love all of me the good and the bad.”

“I don’t think there is any bad”

“Then youre lying to yourself… or you don’t really know me” He practically glared at you as you said it.

“ Cmon you cant say that. I know you better than anyone, even sam. And I do love you, all of you”

“ok then if you love me you cannot wake up one day and decide that you think I deserve ‘better’ or deserve more. I don’t want to have ‘normal life’, especially not if it means I can’t have you. Living like this sucks sometimes but so does every life and I don’t want to leave the bad parts because it would mean leaving all of the good parts too.”

“ok I think I get what you mean. You’re really mean when you’re hungry but I wouldn’t change it because when I start making burgers you come up and hug me from behind”

A small laugh fell as you smiled up to him. Picking up the tennis ball Miracle dropped at your feet. You turned to throw it before looking back at him and said,

“So I need you to promise me that you will not make that choice FOR ME. You will not try to tell me that you are bad for me or I should leave because you think I would be better off. I would have asked months ago but you always try to protect me from everything and I will not lose you because one day you decide you need to protect me from you.”

 You looked at each other for a long second as the wind blew by your face. Your ears stung as the sharp air got under your hair and you shrugged your shoulders for the large coat to cover you.

“if you are ever going to end it, it will be because you want to, not because you are trying to protect me from something”

He looked down to you, and you squinted up blocking the sun coming from behind his head. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in to his warmth, blocking out the wind for a moment of relief to the cold. You looked up and locked eyes as you held your arms to your chest protectively, unsure what he would say next.

“I promise you that I will never try to end this for your benefit. I will let you decide what is best for you. But I cannot promise that I will not protect you because hat I will always do.”

He pulled you in closer moving his arms up your back to pull your head into his chest and kiss the top of your head. Staying comfortably there for a second as you both lightly swayed with his heart beat. Letting go only when Miracle jumped on his knee and released you back to the cold to lean down and throw the ball to the water. Grabbing your hand walking along back to baby.

“I mean if you get tired of me or my hunger mood swings and that’s why you want me gone, I would understand”

“ok so I can break up with you, but only if you really piss me off.” Dean said sarcastically as he turned to meet your eyes already looking to him

“yeah and If you tell me to leave because you have decided its what its ‘best for me’” you said using your one hand for air quotes, “then I will chop off your head with a machete. I’ve beheaded plenty of monsters, you know I can do it”

 He smiled, laughing at your dark humor before switching from holding your hand to wrapping an arm around your shoulders “ok I promise I won’t tell you what’s best for you”

[storiesforallfandoms]

starry night ~ steve harrington;stranger things

part one   part two   part three   part four

word count: 2024

request?: no

description: he takes her out on a late night date and things get more heated than they meant it to

pairing: steve harrington x female!wheeler!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (making out, dry humping, fem orgasm, some praise from steve)

masterlist (one, two)

I was in the middle of doing homework when I heard a light rap on my window. I didn’t have to look to know exactly who it was.

When I opened my window, Steve’s smiling face appeared.

“You’ll have to come through the front door at some point,” I teased.

“We’ll have to tell Nancy about us before that happens,” he pointed out.

“I...am working on it.”

I helped him in through the window and slid it shut. He made himself at home by throwing himself down on my bed as if it were his own. I started chuckling, which turned into full fledge giggling when he grabbed me and pulled me down on top of him. I shifted in his arms so I could look at him. He cupped my face and gave me a gentle kiss.

“I want to take you out,” he said.

“Take me out where?”

“The sky is completely clear tonight. I wanted to take you stargazing. If you’d be interested in that, I mean.”

It sounded like the most romantic thing anyone had ever planned for me. Like something directly out of a rom-com.

I smiled and nodded in response. Steve’s face lit up.

I pulled on a warm hoodie and helped Steve back out the window, promising to meet him at his car down the street.

Luckily for me, Nancy was out with Barb, mom was out with a couple of other Hawkins moms, and Mike was downstairs with his D&D friends. That left only one obstacle for me to get around, but it was a very easy obstacle: my dad.

He was in the living room, watching TV as usual when I came down over the stairs. He didn’t ask any questions as I headed towards the door. I called over my shoulder that I was going out, expecting some sort of questioning like mom usually did. But, unsurprisingly, all dad said was, “Be safe, honey.”

Good old, predictable dad.

As planned, Steve was waiting a little ways down the road. He kissed me again when I got into the car before starting towards wherever we were going.

Steve parked his car on a dirt road next to some woods. I looked over at him with confusion and a little nervousness.

“There’s a clearing through the trees that no one ever goes through. It’s the perfect place for peaceful stargazing,” he explained.

I nodded, but still felt some nervousness. Being alone in a field with Steve when I hadn’t told anyone where I was going felt like a bad idea. Steve had been very respectful of our six months deal up until now, but who was to stop him if he changed his mind in this moment?

I tried not to think too much about it as we got out of the car. Steve had a blanket under one arm and took my hand in the other. He laced his fingers through mine and my heart started racing for a different reason.

We walked the short distance through the woods to the clearing. It really was a perfect place to be alone. There were no visible walking trails in the woods, so no one would be walking through unless they knew the clearing was there. Steve set the blanket out and we both laid down on our backs. He took my hand again, running his thumbs over my knuckles.

We didn’t speak, but we didn’t have to. There was a comfortable silence between us. I didn’t feel like I had to talk in order to fill any space. I was comfortable just laying here with him, holding his hand and watching the stars.

I was also very aware of how close he was to me. I could feel the heat radiating off of his arm onto my own. I could feel a desire to get closer to him. I wanted to lay in his arms. I wanted to put my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating. I wanted to feel his body heat engulfing me. I just wanted to be close to him.

I gasped as something lit up the sky. “Was that a shooting star?”

“Yeah, it was,” he said. “Have you never seen one before?”

“I’ve never been stargazing before. I haven’t had anyone to take me before.”

“You don’t necessarily need someone to take you. I go stargazing by the pool all the time.”

“Maybe I’d prefer a stargazing partner.”

When I looked over, Steve was already looking at me. He let go of my hand and slipped his arm under me. I exclaimed as he pulled me to his body. “I’d love to be your stargazing partner.”

“That sounds like a perfect partnership to me.”

Steve kept looking down at me as I cuddled into his side. I couldn’t look away from him. It was like he had hypnotized me with just one look.

He moved to face me a little as he brought his free hand to my face to cup my cheek. He pressed his lips against mine. It started as a gentle kiss at first, but when I moved to get as close to his body as I possibly could, his grip got a little tighter on me and his kissing started to become a bit more passionate. I put my hands against his chest with the intentions of pushing him away.

But then he pulled away on his own and looked at me with concern. “Am I going too far? We can stop.”

I was considering stopping before things went too far, but there was something about his genuine respect for my boundaries that just made me want to kiss him more. He made me feel safe, like I could trust him to stop if I asked him to stop. Steve was one of the few high school boys that I had dated who made me feel like he wanted to be with me, not just get in my pants.

I took him by surprise when I straddled his waist. I quickly leaned down and started kissing him passionately again. His hands found their way to my waist, holding me in place against him. His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking my bottom lip and asking for entrance. I granted him permission by parting my lips slightly. His tongue slid into my mouth, gliding against my own as it explored the new territory.

His hands grounded my hips down against his and an involuntary whimper escaped from my lips. Steve pulled away from the kiss to look at me with amusement. “Did you like that?”

I nodded, feeling unable to speak.

He chuckled and repeated the motion, causing me to whimper again. I could feel the outline of his hard on through the multiple layers that separated us. With every movement of my hips against his, the fabric of my jeans would press further against my clit causing a jolt of pleasure to run through my body. A pool was starting to form in my underwear and I was starting to become desperate to take care of it, even if I was the one who had come up with the six months rule.

Steve continued to grind my hips against his. His lips had now moved to my neck, leaving hot kisses along the cool skin that was there. He had started on the crook between my neck and my shoulder and was making his way up ever so slowly until he reached my ear.

“You’re doing so good,” he said in a soft voice. “Does it feel good?”

I nodded again.

“Good girl.”

I shivered as he topped off his praise with a nibble of my earlobe.

At some point, Steve reached one arm around my lower back and quickly flipped us so that I was underneath him. He pressed his crotch firmly against mine and I started to tremble from the simple touch. I was on the edge of begging for more when he slowly started thrusting his hips against me again.

He propped himself up on his elbows and gazed down at me. I held the look for a while before my eyes involuntarily closed from the pleasure that was taking over me. I felt his hand gently stroke my cheek and I leaned into his touch.

“Open your eyes,” he said. “I wanna see the look on your face when you cum.”

He was so certain of it; that he was going to get me off like this. Just from the feeling of his hard dick rubbing between us. I would’ve written him off as cocky if I didn’t know him any better, but at this point I was also very certain that he was going to get me off this way.

I managed to open my eyes again. Steve was looking down at me and I expected to see a different side of him. One fueled solely by lust and some teenaged boy hormonal desire to take me right then and there. But instead, he was still looking at me with admiration. Of course, there was still a hint of lust there, but it was almost like he was watching me like I was his favorite childhood movie.

The feeling came on quickly. I grabbed Steve’s shirt and balled it up in my fists, the only thing I could think to hold to ground me. I tried to keep my eyes open the whole time like he had asked, but the minute my orgasm hit my eyes shut tightly and I let out a loud cry of pleasure.

Steve leaned down to start kissing my neck. “There you go, baby. Let it go. Good girl.”

I was still trembling and was panting as I rode out my high. I opened my eyes again and looked back up at the beautiful starry sky. I almost chuckled realizing that this night started as an innocent stargazing date.

Steve started to sit up. I reached for his pants, still aware of the very obvious boner that was poking through them. He took hold of my wrists before I could get his pants undone.

“What?” I asked.

“We do have a rule,” he said. “Six months.”

“Yeah, but we can make exceptions.”

He shook his head. “No, I made a commitment to you when we started dating, and I’m not going back on it.”

“But...but...” I glanced down at his bulge again. “You didn’t...you know.”

He chuckled and kissed my head. “That’s fine. I can take care of this when I go home. I just wanted to enjoy getting to see you orgasm. I almost ruined my boxers watching it, but it would’ve been worth it if I did.”

My face was on fire and I ducked my head so he wouldn’t see it. But he placed his hand underneath my chin and tilted my head up so he could look at me. He kissed me, once again a sweet and kind kiss.

“I don’t want to break that promise,” he said again. “I like making you feel good, but I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to get into your pants or all I want is to have sex with you. I mean, I do want to have sex with you. Really, really bad. I’m a teenage boy and you’re an incredibly beautiful girl, you can’t blame me. But I also want to be with you, and I want you to know that before you give yourself to me like that.”

I looked at him for a long time in a shocked silence before saying, “You’re something else, Steve Harrington.”

“Something good or something bad?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “Something very good.”

He smiled at me and started kissing me again, taking me in his arms and pulling the both of us down onto his blanket. I giggled into the kiss and, eventually, we managed to return to our stargazing position. But my mind could only think about Steve Harrington and how much he wanted to be with me.

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Happy Saturday :) Thank you to everyone who commented and liked/reblogged the last review. I was nervous to take on such an epic episode and it got well received. Thank you all truly you have no idea how much it meant to me. ❤️ We move onto post 2x11. The healing process. Or start of. This episode is an incredible follow up.

It shows why I love the Harper/Lucy dynamic so much. Their amazing scene in the shop wasn't gif'd so found a site that'll do easy gifs. So took video with my phone and made a few. So those be mine lol They are no where near the status of the ones I use from the library, but wanted it to have some sort of gif for it. So apologies for it not being as pretty haha Anyways The growth is unreal between Lucy/Harper and I’m here for it. Off we go.

2x12 Now and Then

We open our episode with Lucy putting concealer on her DOD Tattoo. She’s using her beautiful mirror to cover it up. It’s obvious she’s trying to cover up more than just the ink. Poor thing. I can’t even imagine the recovery mentally for something like this. We then see the guys talking about her over coffee in the kitchen. Jackson telling Nolan she had him run out at 6am to grab more concealer for her. Such a good friend. Says she does it every morning. John asks when she can have it removed?

Lucy comes out says ‘4 weeks, 2 days and 9 hours’ not that she’s counting... It’s her first day back she’s been cleared by medical and psych. Lucy asks that they don’t clap for her during roll call. I can’t blame her I hate being the center of attention in a public setting. Also its very obvious Lucy just wants to shove this into a box and move on. Sadly not how trauma healing works my dear…

We join Nyla and Tim at the station and she’s asking what he has planned for Lucy? I love her immediately wanting something in place for Lucy. Wants to see what he's doing to ease her back in. Tim explains he wants to do input overload. Forcing her to push through dynamic engagements. Hone in on her fight or flight responses. Nyla says so basically get her into a bunch of fights? Tim says he wants to remind Lucy she’s a cop not a victim.

Nyla is not even a little on board for this. Tells Tim she knows she isn't a victim. What she needs is to make peace with the voice inside her head. The one telling her she’s never going to be safe again. You can tell Nyla unfortunately has experience in this area. Tim fights back says he’s been training rookies a lot longer. He knows what she needs. (yes babe but not in this instance…) Harper tells him that’s ego talking right now and he concedes. (Look at him so proud.)

Nyla goes on to say what happened to her is every woman’s worst fear. It really is. I know it’s one of mine. Tim says he’s very aware of that. Her retort is perfect. ‘But you have never lived that fear.’ Harper is on it with the logic and good points. This is an excellent scene between them. They too have grown a lot in their interactions. Tim wouldn’t be giving her opinion on this time of day early on like he is now.

His face below when she tells him he can’t understand. It’s crushing. If he could undo her knowing this fear he would. He would do anything for that. Harper continues on trying to give him a little balm for his wounds. Says she knows he has her best interests at heart. Harper wants him to consider letting Lucy ride with her this week. To let her be served and guided by someone who’s been there. Tim looks sad and defeated but says 'And that Someone is you.’ She nods with tears being held in her eyes. Trying not to think too much about why she fits the bill so much.

This scene is outstanding. Both Eric and Mekia showing so much with just their expressions. You can see he feels for Harper too when she reveals this. It couldn't have been easy for her to do so. Also just adore her stepping in like this to take care of Lucy. By letting Tim know this piece of her history in order to convince him. Tim is throughly persuaded by Harper's plea. But also looks so very sad he can’t be the one to to guide her through this.

Especially when she’s done it for him so many times. I’m sure it’s killing him he can’t be her emotional support during this. As we all know that’ll come towards the end of this ep. It’s huge for him to step aside. Let Nyla take the reins like this and with Lucy of all people. His personal growth never ceases to astound me. Honestly this scene is that for both of them. Their arcs arcs are my favs. (Other than Lucy’s ha) They are my top 3 fav characters for a reason.

We start with roll call. Lucy apprehensively entering trying to avoid the clap. It happens anyways and she anxiously scurries to her table with the guys. Nolan says say he tried. Lucy says he’s dead to her LOL Grey announces she will be riding with Harper this week. This scene is another example of that incredible silent communication of theirs.

Lucy looks back to double check with Tim. Wanting confirmation this is true. He nods sadly at her like 'Yes you are and It’s ok.' Her face is a mixture of sadness/hurt but also trust. She knows he’s going to do what’s best for her. Even if what’s best isn’t him. I think she’s also a little confused as to why but doesn’t have time to question it any further. You’ll find out soon enough my girl.

Tim gets saddled with a ride along he didn’t approve. It’s too funny. Harper approved it knowing he would be stuck with it haha She’s grown a lot but she’s still Harper LOL Her satisfied face as she walks away is everything. Tim asks who it is? Cause he's not interested in tame calls today. (We know why) Nolan says his future daughter in law Abigail. That he actually wants to take high risk calls to scare her off. Tim smiles for first time says that’s his speciality haha

Lucy immediately asks Nyla why the switch? Sure that’s been burning a hole in her pocket since roll call. Harper gives her a simple answer. 'Tim thought she would’ve better served riding with her.' Lucy questions this. Goes off on a mini tangent saying this has to be a Tim Test. (Oh honey no. This is actually cause he cares about you. Not that your brain would think to go there honestly.)

Nyla bites back a little saying 'Do you think I would allow anyone to rope me into something like that? Especially Bradford?' haha Lucy says fair enough hehe Already their dynamic so much different this time around. More confidence on Lucy’s end. She asks again why the switch? Nyla lets her know due to her own experience she would have better insight for her. To help reintegrate her back out onto the street.

Lucy asks snarkily ‘Did you go on a date with a serial killer? ‘. Harper stumbles and says ‘Well no…’ Lucy cuts her off and says then she can’t help her with this. I think she’s still a little grumpy she’s not with Tim. She wants to take the Tim approach that she normally scolds him for. To push her emotions deep down in a box never to be opened. She then starts ranting off psychological exercises she’s been doing. Harpers face above says it all LOL Not even a little convinced that’s all she needs. Lucy finishes off with a shaky ‘I’m fine.’ Sure you are…

Harper and Lucy return to the station after helping out Angela out with an arrest. Nyla god love is her trying so hard with Lucy. Complete opposite of last time. Asks if she wants her to do paperwork? Lucy says no. Harper tells her she did a good job out there. Trying to commend her performance out in the field. Lucy is one worded again says ‘Thanks’ Harper smiles and says 'You're not gonna let me help you at all are you? Lucy reiterates that she doesn't need it. She’s fine. (You’re really not though..) Harper says ‘We’ll see.’

Lucy spots Abagail when Tim and Nolan are bringing in an arrest. She hugs her and thanks her for the basket and flowers. Tim like a moth to a flame flits over to them. Makes a classic jab at her. Says he lets her ride with Harper for half a day and now she’s hugging people on shift?

This scene is such a marriage moment. From her giving Tim crap about Abigail not buying his tough act, to him biting back that her fate isn’t in his hands like Lucy's is. (that one a little heavier for him than usual) Lucy is giving him the most wifey look as she knocks on him for his lack of bark. Damn I just love them sfm it’s insane. Look at these two clueless idiots haha Abigail ducks away to use the bathroom leaving them alone.

Tim instantly softens for her once Abigail is gone. Takes off his tough guy act to check in with her. Says he heard she dodged some bullets. Lucy asks if he’s keeping tabs on her? A smile on her face. You know she’s actually really hoping he’s doing that. It would prove to her he cares. More than you know Lucy far more than you know. He continues his marshmallow trend letting her know if she needs anything he’s there. Look at this man's face. He would do anything she needs. He's trying so hard to keep his bounds by letting Harper help her. But can't help letting her know if she does need him to just ask.

She asks for a Time Machine. His face. Sucker punch to my feels. If he could deliver that you best believe he would. What I love the most about this scene is Lucy's vulnerability. She's been fending off Harper all shift. Trying to convince her she's fine. Holding her cards very close to her chest. Two minutes with Tim that wall comes crashing down. She immediately confides in him that she isn't ok yet. That a time machine feels like the only way to fix how she is currently feeling. The sadness in both their eyes.

Her's seeking comfort from his and him wanting to fix it so badly. Trying to relay how much he wants to be able to do that for her. The immense amount of trust and comfortability they’ve built shines in this scene. She gets a stolen moment with Tim between calls and is more open with him than she’s been the entire day. Nolan and Jackson included in that. He is her safe space in so many ways. This scene truly showcases that. The emotional pull between them with those final looks. *heart clutch*

Lucy is getting changed in locker room and we see her run her fingers over the fading concealer. Wanting to cover it up it as soon as possible. She covers it up quickly when someone walks by. Harper and Angela ambush her and says she’s not going home but out with them. She’s so confused.

I love Nyla enlisting Angela on this. Says they’re gonna have a girls night. Lucy gets defensive at first and says she can’t believe Nyla is not convinced she’s ok. They do little white lie and say it's just to hang out. But if she doesn’t want to….Lucy jumps on their plan after that. Saying they've never hung out before but she's in. She asks where they’re going? A a bar? A club?

They lead Lucy to speed dating LOL It’s got some solid logic attached though. She's instantly uncomfortable. Nyla starts with saying Lucy was right. She had never gone on a date with a serial killer. Angela jumps in and adds ‘That would make anyone question their judgement.‘ Harper tells her she’ll never truly know she is fine if she can’t trust her judgement again.

That in this controlled environment she can get that back. By going through all these guys and sharpening it again. Also the song choice for this scene is perfect. 'Shaking off the rust'. Exactly what they’re trying to get her to do. She makes them do it with her. Haha They tell her that's fair enough. Angela pulls out a flask. LOL I love her.

Lucy gets started and grills the hell out of these guys. Asking if they’d submit to a full background check? If not why? Haha omg. This scene is really funny watching all their reactions. Harpers dead pan face as these guys say stupid crap is so funny. Their plan is going successfully until the final guy touches a thread on her sweater near the tattoo…

Lucy blacks out and he’s on his ass in seconds. Harper rushes over and tells Lucy it’s ok. Angela escorts the guy out quickly. Telling him. 'Maybe don’t touch a woman’s sweater without asking.' LOL How he doesn’t need to make a thing of it as she leads him out. I love them protecting her when she has a clear PTSD reaction. Harper asks what happened? Lucy doesn’t reply just looks mortified she’d done it at all. She takes off without a word. Poor thing.

Tim is none to pleased when word gets back to him about it. He asks Angela 'What the hell is Harper doing?' He took a huge leap of faith by letting Nyla do this. Angela backs her and lets him know Harper is doing this to help her. His instinctual fierce protector is coming out. Angela has to ground him a bit before he goes after Nyla. Says not to go all ‘Tim’ about this but thought he should know. He relaxes and softly asks ‘Lucy’s ok? ‘He is an absolute squishy marshmallow for her in this one and letting it show. I love it so much. Angela reassures him 'She will be.'

Lucy starts off her day saying she’s fine. It's like if she says it enough it'll be true. Smh. Harper reiterates she is not. Lucy continues on to say she was only doing what she was trained to. React quickly and subdue the threat. Harper disagrees. Replies that all the guy did was pick a piece of thread off her. That she was triggered. Lucy snaps and says ‘Yeah well what do you know about it?’ Oh Lucy. So very angry and barely keeping it in. Nyla sighs and knows she needs to share why she took Lucy on.

Just her word of being her best option isn't going to cut it. It’s here we finally find out why Harper decided she was the best option. Why sadly she could relate. The absolute sass on Lucy's face above when Harper starts her story. Like she thinks she will gain nothing from this other than a lecture. How wrong you will be. Harper begins with telling her UC you can never let go. Not even for a second. That it is physically and emotionally draining. Because you are reading through every glance.

Lucy continues the sass and replies ‘ So what you slipped up and someone figured out you were a cop?’ Nyla disregards her comment and continues. She takes a deep breath and you can see how hard this is for her to share, but she’s going to do it anyway. Tells Lucy she used to meet her case officer at a bar. It was the one place she could let go and truly be herself. Take off the mask of whoever she was at the time.

Tells her one night one beer turned into two and then she lost count. Says if it was any other scenario she would sobered up and cut herself off. But she wasn’t with the crooks she was with another cop. That she trusted him. She should’ve been safe. You can see the defensiveness from Lucy fade away as Nyla gets emotional. It’s inferred just by their looks what happened to her. Clearly he took advantage of her being drunk and violated that trust deeply. Realization washing over Lucy with tears in her eyes.

Nyla says it was a long time ago but the point was she shut down. Didn’t even tell her husband. Kept pushing her feelings down. Thinking she would just deal with them when she was ready. Lucy interjects ‘But with each week it only got worse…’

Nyla admits maybe she pushed her too hard last night, but she knows what it is like not to face things head on. Lucy takes a deep breath her words getting through. Looks like she’s holding back tears. Nyla is so sweet and supportive. Tells her she’s going to get through this. She promises. Such a good shot of them both. I talk a lot about Eric's expressions. Melissa too is incredible good at conveying so much with just a look. Written all over this scene.

Lucy NEEDED this moment. As much as Tim wanted to be this person for her he couldn’t be. Not in this capacity anyway. Nothing hits home more than someone who’s been through what you have. I commend and respect Nyla so much for doing this for her. Lucy asks what happened to her case officer? Best reply ever above. Note to self. Don’t mess with Nyla Harper. I love this woman SFM. One of the best female role models Lucy could’ve gotten post Capt. Anderson.

We roll back to Tim and Nolan in their shop. They’re ride-along free. So Tim decides to ask about Lucy. The concern just seeping out of his body. The way he grips the steering wheel while he does. Asking how she’s doing? Like really doing? Nolan tries to pass off a generic answer. Telling him she's good. Tim is deciding if he wants to call him on his BS or not. It’s written all over his face.

John sees the genuine concern on Tim’s face. Picks up on him feeling like that wasn’t enough of an answer. He amends it by saying 'Really.' Tim relaxes a little but not enough that he seems convinced. John decides to add more. Saying how once tattoo is off things will better. Like that’ll be the magical fix to all this. I mean it’s a drop in the ocean of what’s she dealing with. Tim knows that.

Why his reply schools Nolan. Questioning him on his POV of the whole thing. Asks him if he think's because its physical it somehow makes it worse? That tragedies always leave scars only some you can see. He knows that all too well. Not that Nolan will ever get an inch into that window. He gets her struggle so much more than Nolan ever would. God love John he sure tries but falls short. Just another reason why Tim is her person and Nolan never been could’ve been.

Anything that emotionally damages you leaves deep scars that take a long time to fade. I can relate to this all to well. Why I relate to Tim so deeply. I had that relentless emotional abuse growing up. Its not something you walk away with scot free. It stays with you whether you like that or not. It’s almost worse when you can’t see the scars, because people understand it less. Because there is no physical marker. Why Tim is so defensive when John pops off that the tattoo being gone will fix everything. It’s a start but nothing more than that.

We start this incredible moment with Lucy in the training room. Punching the hell out of a punching bag. Such a good parallel to the last time we were in here with 2x02. Roles very much reversed. Lucy uses her shirt to wipe her face exposing her tattoo. Tim sees this and respectfully looks away. Lucy awkwardly says ‘Hey...Hi 'His opening line is classic. Telling she’s got no quit in her does she?

He says it with so much pride though. The way he speaks about her with such reverence. I’ll never get over it. This entire scene. The pride he holds for her and this entire situation. Lucy tries to defer that to being around him. Says she gets it from him. Tim refuses to take any credit for that. Says she walked in the door that way. It’s what caught his eye in the first place. Wouldn’t be surprised if he heard about her arrest on the way in and requested her.

Here comes one of the most beautiful parts of this scene. He was about to walk away after their mini chat. Even says good night then stops himself. Hesitates for a moment before jumping into it. Some may think the best part is towards the end. When he’s telling her about her tattoo. Now that is one of my fav parts as well. It’s iconic. But I like to point out the parts that aren’t brought up as much. Tim decides just like Harper did to carve out a piece of his past. Share a piece of his soul and history with her. With the hopes it’s going to help heal her present.

Decides that is more important to do this than walk away leaving her to stew. Tim so badly wants to empathize and relate with her. God how far he’s come. The impact she’s had on this man. For him to even think to do this for her. Imma cry. I just love their development so much. Their slow burn is so well written. It’s such a beautiful thing to witness. Lucy had no idea with all her sunshine ways, empathy and understanding for his things, that she was teaching him how to be there for her emotionally. For Tim to show up for her like he does in this scene. She has awoken this portion of him and its showing.

Never be over Tim sharing a little piece of himself by telling her about his past traumas. Letting her know about the physical ones and more importantly the ones you can’t see. Telling her how they’re apart of who he is whether he likes it or not. They made him who he is now. Lucy tells him she appreciates it but it isn’t the same as what she went through. A sadist etched her day of death into her skin. S1 Tim might’ve backed off at this point. Seen her resistance to his help and tapped out.

What’s so great is he doesn’t deter from his course at all. Only strengthens what he’s going to tell her. He does what he does best. Adding some logic to his empathy. I love how fiercely he’s says his 'But you didn't die' line. So desperately wants her to understand what’s she’s overcome. How incredible he finds her resilience. How she fought to stay alive. You can see Lucy getting mad like he’s not getting it. He continues and says he’s in the ground and she isn’t. Her final words to Caleb came true. He died. She lived.

Tim backs it up with saying he isn’t telling her what to do. Which is huge for him. Also to quell her anger a bit. You can tell she is still trying hard not to continue defending her anger. He just wants her to have some perspective and possibly some peace. Which she has so earned at this point. Tells her his iconic line of how he views her tattoo. That she may choose to see it as her greatest failure. I would feel that way for sure. To have your security ripped away from you about something you felt confident about. Not only that but to have a reminder of that failure etched onto you. Never letting you forget.

He knows that she may see it as a massive failure. That she may also be worried that he views her as one because of it. Which is part of why Tim is letting her know his POV on this. Needs her to know that isn't what he sees in her at all. What Tim sees is bad ass survivor. The tattoo is proof of that. (Just like when she saw his kinesthetic learning as a strength and not a weakness) She survived something incredibly traumatic and came out the other side. Not a damn person can take that away from her. He is her fierce protector and sometimes that means protecting her from herself. Which is exactly what he's doing in this scene. She is beating herself up so much over this and he won't have it.

Her teary ‘Thanks’ is a mirror to his back in 2x02. I love it so much. He couldn’t be any cuter putting his hands in his pockets. Asking her if she’s riding with him tomorrow? Like a nervous boy asking his first girl he likes out. She laughs and smiles replies yes sir. That beautiful smile of his he reserves just for her comes out.

She needed Harper a majority of the ep no doubt. But she needed to finish strongly with a moment with Tim. To really seal the deal towards that healing. To have a deep convo with her person. Tim finally getting to be there for her the way he wanted to be the entire episode. Wonderful moment to end the episode on.

He then tosses her the ring that saved her life. (My shipper heart trying not to explode with how long he's been carrying that in his pocket.) It’s then we see the change in Lucy completely. That smile he’s been working towards this entire scene. She's in awe he kept it and returned it to her in this moment. The way these two look at each other. Said this before but if you had no context you’d think they were together already. The in love looks this scene ends with. My shipper heart is gonna implode. The heart eyes are out of control in s2 and I love it. Perfect way to end this episode.

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Side Notes-Non Chenford.

Not really anything. Jackson had his own SL separate with Angela. Otherwise it was a pretty intwined episode.

Thank you to everyone’s continue likes/comments (oh how I love the comments) and reblogs. They make every ounce of effort for these worth it. Shall see you all in 2x13 :)

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Leone x reader smut. MINORS DNI, please🥲

Also, I'm well aware that I don't have Akame Ga Kill in my fandoms list. But I've been working on this one shot for a few years, and while it was supposed to be posted onto wattpad, I decided to post it here. I will not do request for this fandom unless it's for Leone. Yes, this is favouritism.

[This is either in the afterlife or an alive AU, i’m not entirely sure. it’s up to you guys :) but all nightraid characters are here :P]

“waiit, Lubbock!” Y/n hiccuped, holding their cider tightly in their hand and stumbling to get onto their feet to stop their friend from doing something stupid. “You don’t have to do this, man! just- just come back and sit with meeee!” the shorter of the two whined at Lubbock.

He just chuckled at how drunk Y/n had become from all of the cider they drank. “Noo, no, I want to do this for you! I’ll make sure she plays with us, okay?” Lubbock grinned before walking out to the hall and yelling at the top of his lungs, “WE’RE PLAYING SPIN THE BOTTLE IN HERE, COME JOIN US!” and before Y/n could say anything more, the rest of Night Raid came down to join them. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” he grinned before placing the empty bottle on the ground.

Everyone seemed to be too drunk to notice him rig the bottle. Even Mine seemed to be too out of it to notice the thin wires. “Alright, who goes first?” Lubbock grinned at everyone as Sheele raised her hand, 

“I’ll go first.” She spun the bottle and it landed on Chelsea. The two women looked at each other as Chelsea smirked cockily while she crawled over to Sheele, kissing the other, then moved back to her spot.

Chelsea spun the bottle, giving Tatsumi a wink causing Mine’s jealousy to spike as she hugged him, shooting a death glare at Chelsea. However, it didn’t land on him. It landed on Bulat. The two shrugged and kissed. Bulat immediately wiping off his mouth before spinning the bottle himself.

Finally, Lubbock's plan could move to phase three. Bulat and Leone kissed, the two laughing the whole time.

Now, here’s the thing about Lubbock. While he may be perverted and a total pain in the ass sometimes, he loved his friends and would do anything for them. So when Y/n had drunkenly confessed about their feelings towards the blonde butch of the group, he suggested playing spin the bottle. Y/n didn’t realize to what lengths he would go for his best friend. Rigging the game to set the two up.

And when Leone spun the bottle, Lubbock pulled on the strings and made the bottle stop on Y/n. Without anyone noticing. Y/n’s face turned red, almost looking uncomfortable with the result. Their best friend just nudged them with a grin and a wink. Leone had already made her way over to the two, and as she sat down on Y/n’s lap, she said, “we don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. I mean, I don’t wanna lose, but I don't want to force you either.” she smiled at Y/n, it was a surprisingly sweet smile.

“No.. no, it’s not that.. er.. well.. I do want to play! it’s just.. um..” Y/n couldn’t finish their sentence before grabbing their cider and taking a big clunk. Then they kissed Leone, trying to convey their feelings through the drunken kiss. And once it was over, Y/n muttered out that they liked the blonde before getting up and leaving. Their face, as hot as a furnace as Y/n retreated back to their own room.

Leone just looked stunned before smiling and getting up. “You guys continue without us~” she winked at left, following Y/n to their room.

“Hey, don't be too loud!” Lubbock said, the rest of the group blushing and giggling at what was happening.

“No promises!” Leone yelled back, vanishing in the hallway. Once she arrived at the room, Leone knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” She asked with a grin.

The door opened to reveal Y/n, blushing and confused. “Why’re you here?” they looked up at the taller woman from behind the door.

“Well, that was pretty cowardly of you. Leaving me there with the others after that confession.” She walked in with force, not waiting for Y/n to open the door more. “I couldn't let you slip away that easily.” Leone purred as she walked up to them, towering over the drunk and timid Y/n.

“What are you getting at, Leone?” Y/n asked, taking a step back. They felt somewhat uncomfortable in this situation. Not because they didn't like it. It was for the opposite reason. 

They loved Leone and wanted Leone to love them, but Y/n also had heavy self-esteem issues and didn't think they were good enough for the lioness-like woman. 

“I'm saying, I like you too.” Leone said with a toothy grin. “I want you.” She grabbed Y/n's hands, holding them in her own.

Her statement got Y/n to blush more as they swallowed hard. “You do..?” They muttered out, like it was an impossible outcome. They weren't sure if this was a dream or not.

“If you'll have me.” Leone cupped their cheek, but not before guiding a strand of hair behind their ear. Y/n couldn't believe their eyes. Leone was blushing.

It stunned them. This woman, who seemed so confident and so far out of their reach, was looking at them with such love and adoration. They could only nod as an answer. But it didn't matter how they answered, just that they did. And Leone couldn't help but be overjoyed at this.

She leaned forward, her face stopping an inch away from theirs as she looked into Y/n's eyes, searching for any kind of rejection at the action. Instead, Y/n leaned the rest of the way in, kissing the woman they had been dreaming about since they met her.

The kiss quickly became heated, the two couldn't help it. It was probably thanks to the alcohol in their systems.

What was also probably due to the alcohol was how ballsy Y/n really was at the moment. They had always seen themself as submissive. So it came to a surprise to both parties when Y/n started to take the lead.

With Leone on the bed, laying on her back and Y/n on top of her, she was gasping and whimpering every time they kissed her neck or dragged their fingers over the skin of her collarbone and chest. “You're so pretty~” Y/n murmured into her ear. “So pretty..~”

“Stop teasing me..” She pleaded, hiding her face in her hands. This was unbelievable! She had always been the more dominant one in nature. But now the roles were reversed for some reason. “Please, Y/n..” Leone whined.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “wow~ you’re so submissive~!” They teased. Then they kissed her collarbone, then a little further down. Then stopped, “may I?” Y/n asked, and they may have been drunk, but they weren't about to proceed without proper consent.

“Y-” Leone took a second to clear her throat before continuing. “Yes.” She blushed. She couldn't help it. She wasn't used to this much love from someone. Let alone in this scenario. And the fact that despite Y/n's clear drunkenness, they didn't force themself onto her like others had.

They wanted her to enjoy herself.

And Y/n made good on that. They were gentle with her.

When they thumbed over her nipples and left hickeys all over her, they said a lot of small praises like “You're so pretty” and “so good for me..” or “you're so brave and so strong, but I want to treat you now, pretty girl.” Praising her was so easy when they admired her so much.

They were so gentle with her. She had heard about how they liked to bite people they loved. Hell, she had been bitten a few times before as well, but here there were no teeth. And not because they didn't think she could handle it, they knew she could. But right now, it wasn't about them. It was about her. Y/n’s bites were selfish, so their biting held no place here.

Leone gasped, Y/n had taken one of her nipples in their mouth and was sucking on it, their tongue teasing the small bud. And a smile appeared on their lips against her when they felt Leone's fingers comb through their hair and hold their head in place.

The soft whimpers that Y/n heard just made them want to do more. And so, with a rough squeeze, they kissed their way over to the other side, taking her other nipple into their mouth and giving it the same treatment.

Once their focus on her chest stopped, Y/n looked up at her face again. “Lower..?” Their voice was barely audible. And all Leone could do was nod and hum in silent plea.

Y/n moved off of the bed, and proceeded to clumsily yet somehow skillfully remove her pants. A small gasp was heard and Leone suddenly felt self-conscious. Was she not pretty? Did it not look right? Did they change their mind after seeing something they didn't like?

Instead, she heard “You're so beautiful..”

And almost immediately, Y/n fell to their knees and rested their hands on her knees. “I want..” they started, their mind seemingly drifting away under the influence of alcohol. “I want to taste you. Can I?”

Why did they kind of sound excited when they asked that? Like she was their treat? It didn't matter, since it still made her feel special, fuzzy inside. Though, that could have been the alcohol.

“Please..” She gasped. She couldn't not be honest about it. She wanted them to eat her out. And that was special. None of the others she had been with treated her this well or did this for her and not out of selfishness. Hell, if she wanted any real pleasure, she would always have to take control. But it was nice to be pampered like this. It's why she was more dominant often. But with Y/n, their focus was solely on pleasuring her. “I want you..”

Y/n’s face burned as they looked up at her with a wide eyed awe. It made her giggle. And they smiled at her at the noise. Then they peppered kisses from her knees, up her thighs and- they completely hopped over her core, where she needed them most. Instead they kissed down her other thigh.

“Y- Y/n.. please..” Leone begged, her voice weak. And it just made the smaller of the two giggle.

“So needy~” they bit down on her inner thigh, making her yelp with surprise.

“Y/n!!”

The person in question could only chuckle as they placed their cheek against Leone's thigh. She was so pretty from this angle. 

Feeling as though they've done enough teasing, Y/n finally gave her what she wanted. They moved their head in, resting snuggly between her thighs as their lips found their way around her clit.

The sudden contact made Leone startle, shuddering under Y/n with a gasp. And Leone could tell that Y/n had never done this before because, this wasn’t that great. It wasn't even good. But she still felt amazing. She was drunk and honestly drunk sex is the best sex in her opinion, because it doesn't need to be that good for her to still feel amazing. That was until-

“FUCK-! Y/n- Y/n, baby, careful...” Leone gripped Y/n’s hair and tried to yank them away after they bit her. “no-.. no biting.. please..”

"Sor-sorry! you just.. I just-.. I'm sorry..” They apologised. It sounded like they wanted to say something else, but..

“What is it?” Leone asked, her voice caring as she sat up on the bed. And Y/n shook their head.

“Nothing, Leone, you just taste like candy.. I kind of forgot what was happening..” Y/n blushed with a giggle.

And Leone couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. Y/n, the sweet little cinnamon roll, had thought of Leone as candy and actually started trying to eat her. Maybe drunk sex with this dork wasn’t the best idea.

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Yea, sorry for the weird post. Might make a part two if I feel like it. But silly ending!!

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - Body Drop - Klaus Bargains

assassin!Klaus/fence!Caroline AU

Part One here Part Two here Part Three here Part Four here

Client, Caroline, a client. Who wanted to take you out to dinner. Oh, this was definitely going to be a problem.

“It’s not mine,” Klaus said with a soft noise of derision. “While I suppose there’s always a chance he could have gotten a lucky shot in—” The tone of his voice made it very clear how low he thought that chance was, “—Joseph is more used to money laundering and computer work than any kind of finesse with a weapon.”

“So you do know him,” Caroline stated.

Klaus dipped his head back and forth. “Tangentially. He worked for a friend.”

Caroline’s eyes narrowed. “A friend?” 

He nodded, looking unconcerned. “Of the family.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, gun held at a careful angle, she turned to regard him coolly. “And how much is this information going to cost me?” If he even would give it to her. Klaus might count his friends rarer than any other currency. Sometimes friends were all you had in this life.

“Nothing but the rest of your evening.” When she scowled at him, Klaus grinned. “Well, if you want to know why he wants you dead—and believe me if his henchman is here, dying for the cause, he wants you dead—we can simply go ask him.”

Exasperation shot through her. “Seriously? That sounds like an excellent way for me to actually, you know, wind up dead.”

He put out a hand and gently pressed two fingers against the skin of her arm above the crook of her elbow. It sent an odd little shiver through her that nearly made her jump. “Sweetheart, I will be right there by your side. I’ll ensure he listens to you, and you walk out of there unharmed.”

“Can’t I just, like, Zoom call him from the safety of my computer?” That was not a whine, she was not whining. Clearly, her plan made more sense.

Klaus looked down briefly as if to keep the smile this elicited from his face, but no, it dimpled his cheeks and lit up his eyes in the most alarmingly attractive fashion. His fingers traced a path around the back of her arm, then curled gently around her biceps, thumb rubbing against her skin. Maybe it was what he thought was soothing, but god, it was just making her hyper-aware of him touching her. Was her face being normal about this? 

Well, she’d wanted his hands on her: be careful what you wish for. 

“—The way things are done,” Klaus said, because shit, he was talking about the actual problem at hand, and she was obsessing over the surprising smoothness of his hands. She could appreciate a man who moisturized, but later. “Besides that, he’ll be in his club at this hour, where he conducts most of his business, and not in front of a computer.” 

“You could call him?” Caroline suggested grumpily. There was something smug lingering in the corners of his smile, and she didn’t like it.

“Answering your mobile in a club, love?” The look Klaus gave her in askance was probably earned but obnoxious nonetheless.

“Texting?” She threw up the hand not holding her gun in irritation, dislodging his hand from her arm.

He pulled back his hand and rubbed his lower lip with his thumb, eyes trailing down her simple work blouse, skinny jeans, and ankle boots. “I don’t suppose you have anything here you could wear to a club?” Clearly, he was ignoring her suggestion.

“Hold on, you want me to dress up? Just who are we going to go see?” Caroline had been flipping through her mental Rolodex of known Klaus associates—her files always were too spotty about him, he was notoriously private and there were more question marks than anything—and she couldn’t think of any with nightclubs.

Klaus looked amused. “I suppose I should ask, just in case: you haven’t sold any information regarding Marcel Gerard recently, have you?”

[billthedrake]

FIFTY SHADES OF DADBOD

PART TWO: THE BEAR

I was lucky. If I'd been able to back then, I would have tried to become the object of my desire. My buddy Sam and I were going through a bulking phase at the gym, and for about a month I watched in excitement as my own midsection start to get a little softness. But my metabolism kicked in and just as quickly it melted away, leaving that ripped abdomen in its wake.

Pretty quickly I leaned my body - riding the cusp between slender college kid and a real jock's body - was the thing that could attract the bodies I wanted. Even if my next hookups weren't nearly as hot as Pat the Coach, the men had bodies I craved and they made no bones about loving mine. I realized I didn't have to have the dadbod, I just had to be the guy the dadbods went for.

And they did.

That's why I was surprised at my first contact with bear culture. My college town didn't have a big enough gay scene, but the summer after sophomore year, my friend Nick and I took a road trip to the closest big city for Pride. Nick was probably my closer gay friend at school, and we'd been getting tighter lately. We didn't have a plan or know where to go, but at the parade we ended up next to a bunch of bears, some of them muscle bears, some just regular beary bears. They were a hoot, and even though Nick definitely goes for pretty jock boys, his party-loving nature responded to the crowd. A young cub type, Mitchell, produced a thermos and a plastic cup and poured both of us some vodka punch.

"Here you go, fellas," he said.

Sometimes bears do it for me, sometimes they don't. That day pushed me more into the "do" side. I was horny and I think I'd built up expectation of hooking up now that I was away from my small college town. As I got a little tipsy from the vodka, I started eying up the guys.... Derek, a burly rugby build of a dude, not too hairy, Mitchell the cute bearded cub, or Ken, a hairy guy who had a round beer belly that stuck out over a preppy pair of chino shorts.

The dudes were friendly and that day I found out what I loved about bear culture was their laidback nature. Little of that attitude you could sometimes see in the scene. But damnit they're not interested in anyone but a fellow bear. I was a leaner, smoother young guy, and I was not who they went for.

It became particularly evident as the bear pack invited us back to a house party after. We were fish out of water, two lean, clean-shaven college guys among a bunch of bears, some in their 20s, some much older.

"Having a good time?" A guy in his mid-20s said as he walked up to me. He had a similar build to me, which on his somewhat older frame came across as more slender. Unlike me, he was real hairy, with a full dark beard trimmed at a half inch and a full pelt of chest hair. I gathered this is what guys meant by an otter. His question didn't seem friendly, but I was glad to have someone to talk to. I wasn't as outgoing as Nick.

"Oh yeah, it's great," I said. I was grateful to have something to do since I didn't have a fake ID for getting into the bars.

"Well, I guess it's fun slumming with the bears, huh?" His voice was icy and he added that I should go to the main gay neighborhood, which I guess he associated with the A-list gays. He gave a fake bitchy smile and walked past me.

I felt a little shaken, in part because I wondered if I was slumming. I mean, I thought a lot of the guys were hot. Not all of them, but hell why should I find everyone attractive? Maybe I should go. Even if I couldn't get into the bars, there were still lots of guys walking around.

Just then, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Ignore Craig," he said with a friendly smile. "He's territorial about who talks to his boyfriend."

"Whose his boyfriend?" I asked, completely unaware. I was aware of how attractive the guy talking to me was. Near my height at 5'11", thinning hair, neatly trimmed beard that was showing wisps of silver to match his temples. He probably wasn't that old, maybe 40 or just past, but when you're a college kid that seems a lot older. He had a thick body, with strong upper body muscle that filled out his T shirt and a modest belly that filled it out even more.

And then there was his smile. That won me over. "Jack... the burly guy over there."

I laughed. "I think we did small talk about life in the city. Really it was nothing."

"Yeah, Craig can be a little bitch." This guy then held out his hand. "I'm Phil."

"Jason," I said with a smile.

He had a fun masculine energy. He talked like a gay guy if that's a thing, but with a mellow baritone voice. It was hot. I figured I'd enjoy the small talk as he asked me about college and talked about his work. He could tell that I was excited to attend my first pride. And inwardly I figured that I'd just relish just how attractive he was as we talked.

"So how did you end up at a bear party?" Phil asked.

I shrugged and replied with a little laugh. "I dunno... we were just standing next to Mitchell and Ken, and my friend Nick struck up a conversation." I paused. "I guess stuff's tribal in the city's gay scene, huh?"

Phil nodded. "Guilty as charged," he chuckled. Then with a knowing look he added, "For the record, you're my fucking type to a T."

My heart did beat a little faster. The anticipation of getting laid came back quickly. "Lucky me, then," I said, doing my best to flirt back.

"Wanna come back to my place?" Phil asked, directly.

I laughed at the no-nonsense approach, but knew my answer. "Definitely." I set down my Solo cup and looked around. "Let me tell my friend I'm taking off."

I found Nick who gave me a wingman's tease for getting lucky. I told him I'd see him back at our hotel room.

Phil seemed happy, almost giddy as we walked down the street, each of us sneaking glances at one another. "You into bears?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know to be honest," I answered. "I hope you don't mind my saying, but I'm into men with some extra padding." I felt nervous bringing it up.

He smirked as he looked at me. "Why would I mind? Do guys get upset when you bring it up?"

I blushed. "I guess I never actually told a guy I'm into that." It felt liberating but also scary to say it out loud.

Phil gave me a quick friendly pat to the back. "You can feel free to tell me, man...." he gestured to the next building. "This is my place."

We paused our conversation as we made our way up to his condo. But once inside, Phil wasted no time in stepping up and meeting me for a kiss. Up till this point I'd had a range of experiences with men... quick hookups, one failed attempt at dating another college guy, and my very hot one night stand with Coach Pat. This vibe was different, and Phil was sure of himself in the way of an out, experienced gay man.

I loved it, but half of it was being majorly horny. I'd been surround by gay men all day and had gotten worked up looking at the eye candy.

I put Phil in that category. Feeling emboldened, I ran my hands openly over his belly, feeling the softness through his T-shirt, as he felt up my back.

"So..." he said as we finally broke the kiss. "You like some extra padding."

"God yes," I hissed, feeling glad I could be open about it.

He cocked his eyebrow. "You like em with a little more than mine, or a little less?"

From anyone eles that might have come across as insecurity, but I could tell Phil was trying to feel me out and work me up in the process. I replied with a clear excitement in my voice. "Sometimes less, actually, but you're perfect," I said. I took the initiative in running my fingers beneath the hem of his shirt to touch the furry stomach.

"So you're into dadbods," he observed.

It was 2015 and that was the first time I'd heard that term. But I didn't need it explained. Somehow I intuitively knew what it referred to, and I knew deep down that it was the perfect encapsulation of my core desire. My dick throbbed hard in my shorts.

"Like crazy, yeah," I said, still blushing some.

Phil stepped back and peeled off his shirt. While the fabric had held in his round midsection in, that belly now drooped a little. The man's body was solid, gym-built solid, but he didn't have that ex-jock look of Coach Pat. He was kind of a bearier version of a muscle bear. I was into it.

"Lose the clothes, Jason. I'm really horny."

So this wasn't going to be romantic. I could have easily gotten a little crushed out on this older man, but I'd take a Pride quickie. I disrobed as fast as I could, getting into the lusty way he looked at me as he took off his shorts and underwear. Phil had a shorter but thicker than average cock. It pointed straight up and fit his body somehow.

"Come on," he urged, and I followed him to his bedroom. From behind it was a magnificent view. Strong back and shoulders, power ass, and doughy love handles poking out on the sides. Phil's encouragement of my preferred body type made me emboldened. I stepped up behind him and gripped those fleshy love handles.

He chuckled and leaned back into my nakedness. "Looks like I hit the jackpot,” he hissed. "Horny college kid."

My dick felt rock hard against his ass, and I could feel that in addition to the meaty muscle, there was more than a little give to his buns as well. My hands cradled from his love handles to the front of his belly. "Man I'm the one who his the jackpot... fuck." I openly massaged his stomach and sides and got off on the fact Phil wasn't stopping me.

He reached back and between us, feeling around for my cock and gripping it. "We didn't discuss preferences, Jason... but I'd love for you to FUCK me," he grunted, putting a sexy emphasis on the word fuck.

I leaked in his hand. "Yeah?" I prodded. I'd never actually fucked a guy by that point and had only bottomed with two men. I was very game to do this.

"Fuck yeah," he hissed, then turned around and met me for a kiss. Our making out was very needy and sexual and we pawed at each other, kind of humping our cocks against one another.

Phil was leading this whole hookup, and I was following his lead. I was OK with that, particularly as I watched his meaty, beary body pull back and walk toward the bed. Roughly, he pulled open the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed some lube, flipping the cap to slick up his dick. "There's rubbers in there if you want."

Maybe it would have been better if my first time fucking a guy was more romantic or at least sensual. But I doubt it. I watched all 5'11" of his thick body get up on the bed, on all fours, spreading his legs lewdly. I'd have to learn about foreplay and rimjobs from another guy. Phil was eager to get mounted, and I realized I was in an impatient mood, too.

I picked up the lube and poured some on my hardon. Maybe too much, but I didn't know what I was doing and I figured he'd want extra slickness. And yeah, I looked at the condoms, but left them there in the drawer.

I got in place and teased that hairy crack. Phil flexed his buns for me and gave a satisfied grunt as I nudged at his pucker. I played with that ring with my overly slick cockhead, but after a half minute got the feeling Phil didn't need much working open. I pushed in.

"God yeah, man," Phil said, loudly. "Stick that teen cock in me."

I almost corrected him that I'd just turned 20, but I was only a few weeks past my teen years.

My dick sailed right in, the natural clenching of his guts no match for all the lube I'd slathered on. "Shit!" I gasped in turn, feeling my balls press against his ass. He was hot and snug inside, and I got off seeing his big body beneath mine.

Instinctively I thurst. Phil didn't tell me to stop or slow down, I just began fucking the man.

"Fuck, yes," he finally urged in that sexy voice of his. "Fuck my hole."

I did, getting real into it. If it hadn't been for the lube and the lack of friction, I would have nutted by then. Instead, I enjoyed the right amount of pleasure to keep my staying power going.

"Fuck me!" he urged.

"God, you're so fucking hot!" I hissed. I now grabbed those love handles again, so full in my hands. Then as I ran my hands up his firmer lats I could see the sides of his belly jiggle with my thrusts. That's what did it for me. I came and came hard.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

Phil knew what was going on. "That's it man, cum in me." He was flogging on his own prick and about ten seconds later I felt his ass clench down on my now spent prick as Phil entered his own orgasm.

I kind of collapsed on his back, then after a second dismounted him. Phil was all business after that. Not unfriendly, but it was clear the sex was over. He let me wash off then he thanked me for a good time and gave me a quick kiss at his condo door. "Happy Pride," he growled.

I'd never see the man again, but it was thanks to him that I had my horizons expanded. My first piece of ass, my first big city hookup, my first bear.

And my first bear had given me a new word for my desires: dadbod.

[roturo]

Can you pls write a story where in idol hueningkai is your secret bestie (kinda like his family knows you and ur super close to his mom,sisters n his mom is the biggest shipper of both of ya'll but the twist is none of txt is aware about this...they know he has a special friend but never knew it was a girl or it was y/n)..during holidays u both go on a family vaca where in you both share a room which is common but you both get drunk (y/n has low tolerance, kai is still aware) and land up kissing n making out!! txt members plan to surprise kai but land up witnessing him cuddling u n sleeping and get shocked instead

LOVE ME LIKE THIS

HUENING KAI X F!READER - FRIENDS TO LOVERS.

WARNINGS: NONE.

*Eomeomin (어머님): Reffering to a mother of someone else*

You were a huge fan of Tomorrow x Together, the famous kpop group a lot of girls wished they knew them personally.

Which, luckily, you were one of those. You had met Huening Kai, the maknae of the celebrated group, you both know eachother through mutual friends & family, and bonded over love for music.

The thing was, nobody in TXT knew about your friendship with him. The only ones who knew were Kai's family, which, you were really close with. Kai's mom was especially fond of you and would often tell you that she wished Kai would end up with someone like her.

Which you only laughed at that, how could someone like you, be with someone like him?, attraction grows without you knowing, he deserves someone that’s on his “level”

“Now let’s stop joking eomeomin*, you know I can’t be with him, and they won’t let me be with him. And we’re just friends! Nothing else” You said while giggling and trying to stay still while painting her nails since you were going on vacations together.

“Oh well, we had known eachother for years now y/n! Both of you definitely have something going on, I can see it, the way he looks at you and talks about you it’s so-“

You cut her off trying to hide the fact you were dying of embarrassment.

During the holidays, your family and Kai's family went on a vacation together. You and Kai ended up sharing a room, which wasn't anything new as you had shared a room before on previous vacations.

But this time, things were different. On your second night there, your family and his were celebrating TXT’s new album and both of you got drunk. You had a low tolerance for alcohol, while Kai was still in control, which seemed kinda of funny for him, but this time things went different.

As the night went on, both of you could feel even closer than before, dancing together, feeling eachother, something was in the air? or why does Kai looks more appealing than before? His lips looked even puffier and prettier, not even a minuted passed and you felt his lips on yours, that made you leave a small whine, surprised at the sudden act, he still continued kissing you and you were just at his mercy.

Continuing the kiss, both of you find yourself at your shared room, kissing eachother, leaving his lips for a moment to breathe, you tried to kiss him again, but he stopped you.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong” You asked, worried that he thinks this is all a mistake.

“No. It’s that I just been fantasying this moment for ages that I have to make sure it’s really happening.” He said, while holding your waist and hiding his face on your neck.

“I’ve been too scared to say this Y/N, but I think I have fallen in love with you. Finally found the missing piece for peace in my heart, it was you.”

“Kai… We both know this isn’t possible, your world is really different than mine, you’re an idol, we can’t be together.”

“I know, but we can make this work out, just love me like this, and you know i’ll love you right back.”

With that, your lips finally connected again, feeling the love both of your have hidden through the years, you couldn’t get enough of each other. Both of you get on the bed, lips not leaving the other.

“Love me like this, always.”

“And i’ll love you right back.” He answered.

The next morning, both of you woke up feeling embarrassed and confused remembering the night before. Even though, both of you still felt a little shy around the other, you couldn’t be apart, he was playing with your hair while you were sleeping beside him. Little did you know that the other members of TXT had been planning a surprise visit to see Kai and celebrate all together.

As they walked into the room, they were expecting to see Kai alone. But what they saw shocked them. They found both of you sleeping together calmly.

At first, they didn't know what to think. They couldn't believe their eyes. But as they processed the situation, they realized what had happened.

Kai had finally found someone he cared about, and it was you all along.

A/N: OMGGG, so this is my comeback ig? 😭 Hope you like it! I’m still a little rusty, but I hope I can get better! I loved making this! Please request more of txt! Love the fluff! 🩷

[yoificfinder]

Hi! How are you? I hope you're doing well ❤️

I'm new in the fandom and I'm looking for some fics centered around the banquet! Maybe Victor's pov, maybe a yuuri remembers au... It can be anything really.

Thanks a lot!

Hello and welcome to the fandom!

Here are banquet-centered fics I rec

Bottom's Up by @cryingoverspilledvodka, @lucycamui [T, 4K]

At the Grand Prix banquet, Victor's been asked to sign an autograph for a very enthusiastic fan. Unfortunately, there's a distinct lack of paper around. Fortunately, Yuuri has a suggestion. Alternatively titled, "Ever Seen An Ass So Fine You Had To Sign It 'Mine'? or "Autograph Me (Wherever You'd Like)"

Just Hold On (We're Going Home) by @kiaronna [M, 23K]

Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans.

“I’ve been made aware of your recent break with Celestino Cialdini, and would like to offer you a trial period where you train under me, in St. Petersburg. There are only three conditions: you will board with another one of my students, you will take ballet with Madame Baranovskaya, and you will help me coach Yuri Plisetsky, who refuses to listen to my criticisms of his spins.” Yakov nods at this point, leans forwards and looks Yuuri in the eye. “I will charge no coaching fees.” With a deal like that, even if it means he has to face Viktor again, Yuuri has no choice but to agree.

say you'll remember by anyadisee [T, 18K]

It’s not that Yuuri blames Celestino, though. That’s really not it. He knows what Celestino’s feelings and intentions were – he’s not just a coach to Yuuri, after all, but also a friend. He worries, looks out for Yuuri, and tries to bring him out of the shell he always retreats to when things don’t go his way. If anything, it was Yuuri’s mistake. He knows how he is with alcohol. He should’ve known better.

But. What’s done is done. The only thing he can do now is damage control.

[or, in which yuuri remembers the banquet happenings]

you say sochi, i say fuck me by @spookyfoot [T, 5K]

“You couldn’t find your room key,” Victor continues, “and I certainly wasn’t going to let you sleep alone.”

“What…happened?” Yuuri squeaks, wincing. His voice cracks in a way it hasn’t since Victor skated to Rite of Spring.

“Oh!” Victor somehow leans even closer and now Yuuri can see Victor has a matching set of freckles scattered across his nose. “You showed me your pole!”

“Oh my god.” But clearly God is dead because Yuuri is still alive right now.

Victor continues, utterly oblivious to Yuuri’s distress, “….dancing skills. Pole dancing skills. Sorry, I had your come stuck in my throat.” He punctuates it with a conspiratorial wink.

Yuuri stares, dumfounded as his brain goes offline. He's not sure which part of that sentence is more horrifying.

_____

Yuuri wakes up in Victor's room after the Sochi Banquet.

[eevvvaa]

A Supernatural Journey - Part 26

A Supernatural Journey - Masterlist

Serie Summary : After an unplanned event in their road trip, Emily and Eva crossed paths with two brothers. One thing leading to another, the two best friends found themselves in what seems to be a supernatural journey…

Pairing : Dean Winchester x Eva (OC), Sam Winchester x Emily (OC)

Warnings : Some fluff, a bit of angst, not much to warn about honestly

Words : 20 424 (I don't think I know how to write short chapters anymore ahah)

Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics

A/N : Well. It's been a while 😅 But if anyone is interested on a new chapter, here it is ! Happy reading :]

Emily’s POV:

I was still quiet as Jody brought us something to drink.

The welcoming woman had insisted on giving us something other than water but Eva told her that it was totally fine, neither of us wanting to bother her with another kind of drink. But Jody had none of it so my best friend asked for some apple juice, fully knowing that I loved this drink even though she wasn’t a big fan of it. This put an end to this discussion. Jody kindly accepted this answer and left the room to go and get us our drinks, ignoring my best friend’s and I’s proposition to help her.

Anyway, I politely thanked the sheriff when she offered me the glass but stayed pretty silent after that, a bit uncomfortable to be in a stranger’s place like this. But, aware of my discomfort even though she wasn’t at complete ease either, Eva sat down next to me on the couch, her leg touching mine to create some comforting contact between us. I gave her a light smile and got one in return.

I still didn’t know what had happened to her earlier, but whatever it had been, it was gone. Her face was brighter, her eyes showed more enjoyment and her smile was real. I liked that look way more. But even if I was now relaxed to see her like this, the curiosity and desire to know what had happened was still there and I was still wondering what could have gone through her mind to make her feel the way she had felt. I was planning on asking her about it soon.

“You boys want something to drink.?” Jody’s voice put an end to my thoughts and made me come back on earth.

“Sure, some beers would be fine. Thanks Jody.” Dean immediately answered and Sam nodded by his side, offering her an appreciative smile.

When Jody left the room to go get their drinks, I could breathe a bit more easily, the slight uneasiness of being there still making me tense. Sam turned his head towards us and my eyes unintentionally met his before quickly looking away. I didn’t know what it was about that day, but I could hold his gaze even less time than usual. The intensity of his gaze made me feel strange, almost uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if he knew how his gaze made me feel or if it was even intentional but still, it was there and making me want to hide and disappear. I just wanted him to stop looking at me like this.

Ugh! I needed to stop this. I needed to stop feeling this way when my friend was looking at me. Because that was what Sam was: my friend. And the night before had been nothing but a… a friendly mistake.

“Hum… Aren’t you gonna drive again after this?” Eva asked hesitantly, making me raise my head again and offering me a nice distraction from my thoughts.

The tall girl next to me was looking at Dean who raised his eyebrows at the remark, letting a smirk spread his lips. He chuckled.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, one beer won’t make me have a car crash.” He declared, full confidence in his voice.

I felt my friend shifting her leg next to me, probably flustered by the nickname. I knew what this word did to her. I slightly smiled at her discreet reaction probably going unnoticed by the brothers and looked at her, waiting for her response but Sam was the one replying to him instead.

“No, but your bad driving could.” He retorted with a sassy grin and I couldn’t help but let a quiet laugh out, approving his answer.

Sam looked at me when the light chuckle escaped my mouth and his lips stretched a bit to lightly show the dimples in his cheeks. Something new shone in his eyes and a part of me interpreted it as pride. But it was probably just happiness that, for once, someone appreciated his humor. He probably wasn’t often supported in his jokes, and certainly not by Dean considering the dark glare the older man was suddenly giving us.

Then, fully ignoring Sam’s eyes on me, I focused on Dean and offered him my best mocking grin. After what he had done to me while driving away from the gas station, I had every right to openly make fun of him. And yet, he should have counted himself lucky that I was only laughing at his brother’s joke, it wasn’t much considering how I could actually piss him off. Actually, after getting on my nerves that morning by basically telling me to get lost in the kitchen when I had only asked him if he was alright; then irritatingly interrupting Eva when she was about to explain me what was bothering her and, finally, making me fall in his stupid car, he deserved to be made fun of. So I wasn’t going to be shy about it.

“Yeah. I still don’t understand how you didn’t crash your oh so precious car yet. Did you get your driver license in a Kinder Surprise or is this thing fake too?” I asked, a proud smile on my face, holding Dean’s gaze that was clearly not amused.

But it didn’t matter if he was finding this amusing or not because I did. And according to the chuckling man next to him, so did Sam.

“You think you’re funny?” Dean asked with a mocking expression, clearly in need of a good comeback. But before I could say anything, Sam opened his mouth again.

“Oh, she is.” The taller man declared and I felt my ego grow bigger, a new pride invading me at the idea of Sam enjoying my humor.

I had never really paid attention to Sam’s reactions at my bickering with his brother before but, apparently, he was enjoying it. When I looked away from Dean to look at him again, his eyebrows were slightly raised, showing his brother how satisfied he was with my answer. And when Sam looked back at me, I could see in his eyes that he meant it. A warm feeling spread inside my chest at the idea of Sam sharing my humor. I hated this feeling as much as I liked it. Or maybe I hated that I liked it. I didn’t know anymore, I didn’t know what to think since the events of the night before. Events that I was desperately trying not to think about.

So why was I bringing it back again?

“Yeah, no, I know. I guess all I’m trying to say is… to be careful?” Eva tried to explain herself, her original comments with the best intention, and thankfully interrupted my thoughts. Preventing Dean from replying anything to my provocation in the process. And when I saw in his eyes the little bit of frustration from it, I couldn’t be happier.

My best friend had helped me win this argument in spite of herself and I loved her even more for that.

“I’m not gonna be arrested for just one beer. And even if I was, I’m in the Sheriff’s good grace.” He proudly replied, closing his eyes and raising his chin in a satisfied gesture.

I rolled my eyes at his face.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t take it for granted, Dean.” Jody declared when she entered the living room again, holding two beer bottles in her hands. “Eva’s right, I shouldn’t give you this.” She joked, eyeing the bottles then Dean.

I slightly straightened when she reappeared, silently enjoying her picking our side and teasing the older Winchester too. She wore a satisfied grin while Dean’s proud smile fell at her comment and I savored the sight of him being annoyed to be mocked at. I could get used to Dean Winchester being not amused, it was a pleasant and satisfying view.

A teasing smile on her lips, Jody offered Sam a beer he gladly took, thanking her, before sending an amused look to his brother. Then, without adding anything, he walked to the couch, dangerously close to where I was sitting. I tried to hold myself back but my eyes followed his movements for a second, before returning to Jody and Dean, still standing in front of each other. The elder brother turned his palms towards the sky in an annoyed gesture. I felt Sam sit beside me, taking place on the armrest next to me, his very presence sending tiny little sparks all over my back. I gritted my teeth at the feeling, trying to suppress it while he nonchalantly opened the bottle, unaware of the sensation on my back.

Why did he have to sit right there? Couldn’t he just pick an easy chair to sit on?

“Come on, what is this? The Vice Squad?” Dean complained and I internally snorted at his comment. He could be annoying but, as much as I hated it, I used this kind of reply too when someone was on my case when I hadn’t asked for their opinion.

Eva turned towards me for a second, a not-so-suppressed grin on her lips and I understood that she was thinking the same thing, having heard me say it multiples times before. Like when she would judge me for eating sushi with ketchup. Apparently, it was an insult to sushi, but wasn’t eating raw fish the real insult? And everything was better with ketchup!

“Here.” Jody finally declared, slightly rolling her eyes at Dean’s sudden big smile as he grabbed the bottle and walked to the couch too.

The green-eyed man happily sat down next to Eva, making her turn her head towards him as he uncapped his beer bottle with his hand. Jody sat down on the other side of the coffee table, crossing her hands between her slightly opened legs and looked at us.

“Jody, can you tell us more about the case?” Sam’s voice asked next to me and I could almost feel his hot breath landing on the top of my head. I mentally cursed him, keeping my face neutral as Jody looked at him. She took a breath before starting to talk about the reason of our coming.

“Three people went missing. Zach Garrison, Hailey Hammond and Charles Odom. Zach’s a local kid who lives alone in an apartment a bit out of town and was the first one to disappear. It’s his girlfriend, Liv, who reported him missing after a few days without news from him. She came to his apartment and found it empty. That was last week. Then there is Hailey. She works at a bar downtown, the JL Beers, and didn’t come to work for three days before her boss, Harry Werner, started to think that maybe she wasn’t just sick. He didn’t have any news since Tuesday. The last disappearance is Odom, works in public library next town, nobody heard from him for two days now. And today, we found Zach’s body near the river…” Jody explained the first part of the case, filling the boys and us in with what had happened in this town.

It was clear in her voice and expression that she was concerned about those missing persons. Of course it was her job as the sheriff to make sure of the safety of the inhabitants of Sioux Falls but I could feel how seriously she was taking this duty, how finding this man’s dead body was affecting her. But, looking at her, it looked like it was also giving her a certain strength, a powerful desire to found the killer and put them behind bars. Or put the monster down as it seemed to be in this case.

“You mentioned him being drained of his blood.” Sam added and Jody immediately nodded, approving this information.

“Yes. The M.E. didn’t found any stab wounds or bites marks, only a tiny hole in his arms, the size of what seems to be a needle. I checked myself. A few bruises on his body as well but that’s it.” Jody declared and I turned my head towards Eva who was wearing a disgusted expression.

I was repelled by those information but I knew that she and I weren’t uncomfortable for the same reasons. I knew Eva could physically feel and picture the blood being drained from her body, even though it wasn’t truly happening. I, on the other hand, felt almost sick at the idea of a person murdering another one. And I still wasn’t quite sure how I felt when this person wasn’t even human but a monster lurking in the darkness.

“Well, definitely sounds like a djinn. They keep their victims alive for a while until they’ve sucked all the poor guy’s blood.” Dean declared and I felt Eva shudder next to me, hating everything they were saying.

Naturally, I put a hand on her knee to ease her a little and Dean must have felt her discomfort too because he looked at her for a second, his slightly concerned eyes ready to found hers. But Eva had already turned her head to me, offering me a thankful smile at my gesture, missing the hunter’s look.

“Yes, that’s what it seems to be. And I would have loved to not have call you for this, guys, but I never dealt with one of those before and three disappearances in a week… it’s a lot of missing people, already. And I don’t want it to get out of hands.” Jody added, looking like she was sorry to have asked for their help.

“No, no, don’t worry. You were right to call us on this. Djinns are powerful and all it needs is a single touch to trap their victims.” Sam quickly answered and the sheriff nodded, showing how she appreciated them coming to help her. The brothers hadn’t hesitated even for a second, answering her call for help in an instant.

“Thank you for coming.” She replied, a simple smile on her face.

“Of course, Jody.” Dean added before clapping his hands before him and getting up in a grunt. “Well, Sam and I are gonna have take a look at that body, see if we find anything you could have missed. No offense.”

“Sure.” Jody nodded, getting up from her seat as Sam left his too.

My eyes found the wide back of the tall hunter as he walked in front of me and I quickly looked away, refusing to stare at him for even a second. So, focusing on my shoes, I ignored the hunters standing in the living room, preferring admiring my holed Converses than paying too much attention to the obvious muscles on his back.

His back…

Stop it, Emily!

“Aren’t we coming with you two?” Eva suddenly asked, her voice showing how unsure of her own question she was. But it was a great question. The guys were going to inspect the corpse but what about us? Were we going to wait for them here, in a stranger’s home? Because as nice as Jody seemed to be, we didn’t know her at all and even if I didn’t doubt that Eva would have made conversation with our host, I wasn’t feeling really comfortable staying there all day long.

“Hum, no, not really.” Dean started and I tucked my chin at how sure of this he was.

“Why?” I immediately asked before I could even prevent myself from speaking.

“Well, I’m sorry to break it to you but you’re not an FBI agent.” He started and I glared at him at tone he had used. “And even if we wanted to bring you with us, we don’t have any fake badges for you two.” He explained, pinching his lips together when he was finished.

As much as I wanted to argue with him that we could still join them and hated to even think this: he was right. Eva and I had zero experience on impersonating federal agents and considering the look on Sam and Dean’s faces, they weren’t going to teach us any of this that day.

“Dean’s right, you can’t come with us for this.” Sam added, his voice leaving no room for argument and this time, I gave him a look too, frustration invading my body.

And what were we supposed to do during this time?

I hadn’t realized that, by agreeing to come with them on this case, we were going to stay behind, alone, waiting for them to come back. I hated this idea, it made me feel useless.

“Well, I can show you girls around during that time. I’ll have to finish preparing the bedding for your staying, if you don’t mind helping me?” Jody suddenly turned to us, offering a warm smile, as she tried to find a way for us to pass the time while the guys would be gone.

I appreciated how she tried to make us feel like we weren’t just going to wait there, on the couch, for the boys to come back. I wouldn’t have agreed to that either way. It was out of question to let her do everything without lifting a finger. She was welcoming us in her home, the least we could do was help her prepare the things we needed for our stay here. I certainly wasn’t going to let myself be serviced by her, especially when I already felt like I was inviting myself to her house.

So, I nodded, letting her know that we were going to help her, needless to say, and gave her a polite smile.

“Of course, we’ll help you.” Eva quickly replied with a smile.

“By the way, where are Claire and Alex?” Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrows for a second.

Right. The boys had mentioned Jody’s adoptive daughters and since we were here, we hadn’t met any other resident of this house. And now that Dean was mentioning it, I started to wonder how big Jody’s house was to welcome all of us there. I knew for sure that Eva and I could book a motel room for the weekend if it was complicated to find a bed for the two of us. But before I could look further into the situation, Jody answered Dean’s question.

“Claire went to a party with some of her friends and will sleep at one of her friends’. As for Alex… Alex is staying at her boyfriend’s place tonight.” She quickly let out in a breath, as though she wasn’t ready for her own words.

Dean’s eyebrows raised at her sentence, surprise written all over his face as he crossed his arms on his chest.

“Oh. And you’re alright with that?” Dean asked with an amused smile, leaning against the wall next to him.

“Well, no. But I can’t keep her locked in here forever, can I?” Jody replied, her motherhood showing at this sentence.

I internally smiled at how protective over her girls she seemed to be. I didn’t know anything about the woman, yet, but she appeared to be a great mother, worried about them even if she hadn’t been the one giving birth to them.

A movement to the right of Dean caught my attention and my eyes landed on Sam. He looked at the watch wrapped around his wrist, not paying attention to the conversation happening. Something strange happened in my chest at his taciturn behavior and he raised his head, his eyes founding mine. I quickly looked away, not wanting any kind of eye contact with him and stared at Eva instead, listening to Dean and Jody.

“Dean,” Sam interrupted, “I think we should go talk to the coroner.” The hunter declared, pointing at his watch to make his brother aware of the time passing and therefore putting an end to the conversation going on.

“Right.” The older man answered, turning around and bending to grab their duffle bags on the ground in a grunt.

“The two bedrooms at the end of the hall and the bathroom are free.” She simply said and Dean nodded.

“Where can we…?” He started when he straightened, pointing behind him with his thumb.

Jody seemed to understand whatever he was asking because she answered his unfinished question.

“Great, thanks.”

Dean placed one of the bags on his shoulder before throwing the other one to his brother. Sam caught the bag with surprise, a huff leaving his mouth and glared at his brother, annoyance in his eyes. Dean offered him a wide smile, amused by his own actions and turned around, heading to the stairs behind him, his brother following.

Eva’s POV:

As the boys went upstairs, Jody asked us how the road to her place had been.

Emily and I automatically answered that it had all went well, even if, for me, it had been far from it. Holding back tears, trying to breath correctly while fearing looking at the man I had spent the night with wasn’t what I could call ‘a nice trip’. But I had to be honest with myself and say that, now that he and I had talked, I felt much better, lighter, even if I was regretting acting the way I had.

I would apologize about that to him later.

In order to pass the time while the boys were doing whatever they had to do upstairs, Jody asked some basic questions to get to know us. I could feel how nervous and uncomfortable Emily felt, her voice all soft and high as she answered Jody’s questions. She was always like this when in a stranger’s house. Emily wanted to be as polite as possible, trying to make the other person as comfortable and untroubled as they could be, making her presence as less remarkable as possible. So, in order to make it easier for her, I was going to do the talking for the both of us. I didn’t mind answering Jody’s questions and according to my best friend’s look, she was appreciating it.

After a few minutes, the sound of footsteps going down the stairs caught our attention. Bringing my glass to my lips to take a sip of the apple juice, I raised my head towards the sounds, catching the sight of unfamiliar clothes. I frowned for a second when I didn’t see the basic jeans the brothers usually wore and my eyes widened when I took a better look at it.

Once I looked passed the Oxford shoes going down the stairs, I lifted my gaze, going up the dark darted pants covering familiar bowlegs. Then, passing the sight of the dark belt around his waist, my eyes landed on a strong chest hidden behind a bright white shirt, a green tie hanging at his neck and bringing out his already jade orbs, even ten feet away.

A suit.

Dean was wearing a suit. And he looked absolutely incredible in it. Hot and handsome.

Oh my…

Even if I had wanted to hide those thoughts, my body betrayed me as I choked on the beverage I was sipping. Slamming my glass on the table, I started to cough loudly, choking on the damn apple juice and the sudden amazing beauty thrown at me. Covering my mouth with a hand and resting the other one on my chest, I tried to breath properly, couching even more as some juice tried to leave my lungs. I felt Emily slightly patting my back in a comforting gesture, trying to make me breath again and I finally calmed down, clenching my jaws in concentration so it wouldn’t come back.

With watery eyes, I straightened, feeling everyone’s gaze on me – for obvious reasons – and I tried to avoid every one of them. But as though they had a mind on their own, my eyes naturally found Dean and his slightly pleased smile. I gulped, my heart hammering in my chest at the near-death experience and the sight of him. I took a deep breath, trying to find my composure back under his intense gaze and hardly swallowed when he kept staring at me, like no one else was in the room with us.

“You’re okay there, Sweetheart?” He asked, a satisfied tone in his voice and his eyebrows slightly raised. All of his face showed how proud and contented he felt to get this reaction out of me, as though he was forgetting for a second that we were supposed to keep the thing between us discreet.

“Yeah…. hum… Wrong pipe.” I tried to explain with a hoarse voice, slightly patting my chest to try and clear it out.

Dean gave a me a little smile, not buying my lie and I cleared my throat again. The more I was going to look at him the worst it was going to be, so, I turned my head to my best friend. Already looking at me, Emily sent me a look, silently making me understand her thoughts. Thoughts that I knew meant ‘Wrong pipe? Really? There is absolutely no other reasons behind you choking on apple juice?’. Of course there was another reason! So many other reasons.

Trying to avoid her knowing look, I turned my head towards the brothers. Briefly taking another look at Dean, my eyes fell on Sam. The tallest brother was wearing a dark blue suit, a plaid tie of a lighter blue resting on his chest and even if, to me, no one could compete with Dean’s look, I had to admit that Sam looked incredibly good too! He objectively looked hot and knowing my best friend, I would have been surprised if she didn’t thought so too.

At first, she refused to look at me, probably feeling my gaze on her but I saw the tips of her ears reddening. I smiled. Emily had become a master in hiding when she blushed, literally swallowing it down, but she still hadn’t managed to stop the tips of her cute little ears from reddening. And this was exactly what I needed to know how she felt.

I must have analyzed his looks for a second too long because Sam narrowed his eyes at me when I looked at his face, his brows furrowing. Or maybe he was suspicious about my sudden choking, seeing right through me and my reaction at his brother’s sight. I had already felt his suspicious eyes on me during the whole ride there but I had tried to ignore those, acting as natural as possible to prevent him from finding out what his brother and I had done the night before.

Hoping to not look too weird, I gave Sam a slightly embarrassed smile for staring at him like this and turned to my best friend again.

Oh, same here, Em’, same here.

“Alright, we gotta go. The sooner we see the body, the sooner we can search for the others.” Sam declared, not forgetting for a second the reason why they were here in the first place.

Dean nodded next to him and my stomach warmed up when I looked at him again. The green-eyed hunter had his arms crossed before him, his suit fitting his biceps perfectly and I took a deep breath. I had felt those under my hands, skin-to-skin. I knew what he looked like under those clothes. And the more I looked at him, the more I felt like everyone in the room knew that.

“Yah, we’ll let you know if we find anything.” Dean added and looked at me.

I wondered if he knew the affect he had on me, if he could see it as much as I could feel it. But from the look in his eyes, he seemed to, a discreet smile present at the corner of his lips.

The brothers checked their fake FBI ideas and I wondered what aliases they had chosen this time.

“You guys are not gonna leave on an empty stomach.” Jody declared standing up, the mother in her showing at her comment. I smiled, loving that they had someone like her in their life. They always took care of each other and it warmed my heart to see that Jody took care of them when they came visit her.

“We’re gonna grab a bite on the way, don’t worry.” Dean replied, offering her a big smile and she sent him a disapproving look. Next to him, Sam gave her a sorry smile too, showing that he agreed with his brother.

Before she could say anything else, the brothers turned around and headed to the front door.

“We’ll keep you updated!” Dean shouted, raising a hand in the air in a waving gesture and I couldn’t help but let a quiet snort out at his behavior.

The hunter took a few more steps and my eyes lowered on their own until they found his backside. I had often stolen a few glances at his behind but I had to say that those pants were doing real justice to his ass. But before I could think more of it, he disappeared at the corner of the living room, putting an end to my slightly inappropriate thoughts.

The door closed behind them and Jody let a sigh out, probably a bit frustrated with them leaving like that. The woman turned to us, a tight smile on her face and put her hands on her hips. I smiled at her, understanding her feeling and she gave us a warm look.

“Well. I’ll show you girls your room then.” She declared and I nodded, turning my head towards Emily who seemed tenser than before now that we were alone with the Sheriff. She was still going to need some time to adjust to being in her home, I knew that. But I hoped that it was soon going to be easier for her because Jody seemed to be a very nice woman.

“Sure.” I replied, looking at Jody again.

“Alright, follow me.” She asked and headed to the stairs, waiting for us to grab our bags and join her.

Glancing at Emily, I offered her a friendly smile and winked at her, a gesture she seemed to appreciate, and took the first step towards the short-haired woman.

Emily’s POV :

“Since the girls aren’t here I could have give you a room each, but I know Claire doesn’t like when someone goes into her bedroom, not even me. And if I don’t let either of you sleep in her room, it wouldn’t be fair to let you use Alex’s. I’ve heard you both have siblings, I’m sure you know what it’s like.” Jody explained in the hallway upstairs and I saw perfectly what she meant. Florian and I often bickered about who had more soda in their glass, equality was everything in our house. So, I understood what she meant.

Eva let a light chuckle at Jody’s words and the woman slightly turned around to look at us. I nodded.

“Yes, a little.” I replied, my voice higher than usual, shyer even, and I rolled my eyes at myself when she turned around.

Why was I always taking this high, shy and annoyingly honeyed voice when I was with a stranger? Ugh! Why couldn’t I just be natural? Plus, Jody seemed to be a nice woman, there was no reason to feel uncomfortable around her.

“I gotta say, living with those two… it’s not always a piece of cake. Claire is… she has her temper.” She admitted and I felt myself be sporting a polite smile even though she couldn’t see me.

Unable to respond anything to that, empty of any kind of answer to give her, Eva was the one speaking this time.

“Well… From what Sam and Dean told us, you seem to be handling it very well.” She declared and I could feel her smile in her voice. It was true that the brothers had spoken highly of her and from the look of it, she seemed to be true to her reputation.

The woman slightly turned around, looking at us behind her shoulder and smiled, clearly appreciating the comment.

“Thanks. I’m not perfect for sure but I’m doing my best.” She said and continued to walk through the hallway.

Jody’s house was big. We hadn’t seen every corner of this place but even from outside it was huge. Her living room was bigger than Eva’s bedroom and mine gathered; and our apartment was okay. And now that we were walking in the hallway upstairs, I wondered how many rooms were available in her place considering we had already walked pass two bedrooms. Claire’s and Alex’s from what I had understood. Taking a few more steps, two other doors were closed on each sides of the corridor. Another one was at the end of the hallway, a sign indicating that it was the bathroom pinned on the white wooden door.

Then, Jody came to a halt in front of the closed door on the left.

“You girls can stay in this room.” Jody started while opening the door and taking a few steps in the room. Eva followed her and I was the last one to enter. “I hope that you don’t mind sharing a bed, I assumed that it would be okay.” She said, turning to us and waiting for our reaction.

“It’s no problem for us, don’t worry.” Eva answered with a smile.

“Absolutely.” I timidly agreed and mentally cursed myself for appearing so… honeyed. It was one thing to feel a bit uncomfortable around Jody, but I hated to not act like myself like that.

“But maybe it won’t be the case for the boys.” Eva tried to joke at the idea of Sam and Dean sharing a bed and Jody chuckled at her comment.

“Well, they won’t have a choice.” She declared, not leaving room for them to argument with her and I liked how confident of it she was. And Eva was right, I wasn’t sure either that the brothers were going to be thrilled with the idea of sharing a bed with each other. We knew that they had slept in the same room basically all their life but I didn’t know if they often slept in the same bed.

“Alright, so there are some sheets just here.” Jody explained, opening a wardrobe and taking some in her hands and Eva hurried to take them from her, placing them on the undone bed. When she turned around, Eva smiled at me and I gave her a slight grin in return.

“You have some blankets just here in case you’re cold during the night.” The Sheriff pointed at an upper shelf of the furniture. “And feel free to hang your clothes in there too, it’s your space.” She explained and I appreciated how she was welcoming us in her house.

Eva nodded and I thanked Jody with a smile. My roommate put down her bag on the floor, next to the bed and I did the same, placing mine right next to hers.

“There are some towels in the bathroom for you two, under the sink, if you wanna take a shower. The changing of bath mode to the shower mode is a bit difficult but the trick is to slightly push it on the right.” She explained with a smile. Then the tallest woman started to walk towards the exit of the room, making us turn around to keep our eyes on her.

“I don’t know if you girls are hungry bu-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as her phone rang. Jody took her phone out of her pocket and gave us an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me.” She told us, gesturing to the call she was receiving and we made her understood that she could answer it without any problem. She gave us a quick smile before answering to a certain Scott and left the room, disappearing in the hallway.

Turning to my best friend, Eva was playing with her hands, looking around the little bedroom we were in. The bedroom was small and cozy, the window opposite to the door was allowing the sunlight to get it and shine on the warm colored bedroom. The huge wooden wardrobe was placed opposite to the bed and created a very welcoming place even though it was clear that it wasn’t used often.

A few seconds later, Jody came back in the room, ending her call.

“Sorry, an agent of mine just called. One of our regular visitors is causing them some troubles and our new guy won’t be able to handle him alone. I have to go back to the precinct and give them a hand.” She quickly explained, slightly sighing as though it was bothering her to leave us.

“Of course, Jody. You have other things to do.” Eva told her and I nodded.

“I would have loved to show you around a little more but I really have to go. I’m sorry to leave you like this, girls.” Jody declared and I slightly shook my head at her.

“No worries, Jody, it was already really nice of you to show us your house.” I told her and she gave me a kind smile.

“Alright.” She suddenly said, clapping her hands before her in an attempt to get into action. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but from what I’ve understood, you two didn’t eat either. So, there are some leftovers in the fridge if you want, feel free to heat them up. But if you’d rather eat something outside, which I’d understand, Botski’s Bar and Grill in town is a great place. I recommend it to you.” Jody explained and the idea of eating her food while she wasn’t even being here bothered me. A lot. So, I didn’t know yet what Eva thought of this but to me, this diner sounded good.

The Sheriff exited the bedroom and with a move of her head indicated us to come with her. So we did and followed her in the hallway while she continued to explain us our options while she was gone.

“I’m gonna give you two a spare key to the house so you can come and go as you wish.” She suddenly declared as she went down the stairs, making me mentally freeze.

This woman didn’t know us even the slightest and she was entrusting us with the key to her home. How could she so fearlessly let us stay here in the first place was surprising me but the idea of leaving two strangers in my house and allowing them to go back and forth without minding at all was impressing me.

She was giving us a trust we didn’t even earned.

“Jody… are you sure? I mean, we would understand if you’d rather have us waiting here for you to come back. Or wait in town and you locking behind us when you leave.” Eva tried to say as if she had read my mind. She probably wasn’t feeling totally comfortable with this situation either and found the idea of staying at her place without her a bit much for a first meeting. But Jody didn’t seem to agree as she turned her head towards us once she reached the end of the stairs.

“I’m not gonna ask for you to sit and wait here while I’m at work. I want you to feel comfortable here so, if you’d rather spend the day outside, go. I’m just asking you to lock after you when you leave.” She declared with seriousness and I felt myself nodding at her words.

The tall woman continued walking until she disappeared behind a corner, the sound of a drawer opening reaching my ears. Eva stopped at the end of the stairs in sync with me and we looked at each other, silently agreeing with the fact that she was being incredibly nice to us. I was amazed by people’s kindness sometimes. And never knew how to react to it. Then, my best friend gulped as though she was thinking about something bothering her. I raised my eyebrows, trying to understand what was suddenly on her mind and she took a step towards me.

“Do you think that it’s wise to leave this house? I mean, with the… the monster in town and Dean and Sam gone… If they come back and we aren’t here… I don’t know, I don’t think they’d want us to leave without them.” Eva said, letting her worries out.

And I understood that she felt this way, Eva had always been one to ask for permission when I would rather ask for forgiveness. Even if, in most cases, forgiveness wasn’t even to ask. And in this situation, I neither wanted to ask for permission or forgiveness, I didn’t want to patiently wait for them just because they could be a little upset about us leaving a place they had left us alone at in the first place. At most, I would have stayed there without arguing if it had been what Jody has asked us, after all it was her house. But apparently, as surprising as it was to me, she was willing to let us decide whether we wanted to stay here or not while she was gone.

“Well, you’re not prisoners here, so you can do whatever you want. And if Sam or Dean have a problem with it, they’ll deal with me. They can’t expect you to just wait here for them to be finished with their work while you do nothing. So feel free to visit the town if you want and go eat something at this dinner. You’ll see, Gary is a nice guy.” Jody declared before I could even reply anything to my best friend. And how I loved this woman’s answer.

I could see Eva’s doubt in the way she breathed, a little out of words, and the way she slightly moved in discomfort but I, on the other hand, felt more comfortable around Jody than since the beginning of our meeting. I didn’t know what I expected of her, and to say she hadn’t scared me a little with her appearing knowing eyes would have been a lie, but in this moment it felt like we were sharing the point of view on things. And I liked this, the idea of neither of the boys having to say anything about what we did.

A smile appeared on my face in spite of myself and Jody must have seen it because she gave me one back. Giving me a single nod in understatement, she confirmed her words, silently saying that she was having our back.

“So, here the keys, make sure to lock when you leave.” She repeated and took a few steps towards us, handing me the key.

Quickly stealing a glance at Eva, I took the spare key and smiled at Jody.

“Thank you.” I simply said, my voice more natural than before and I mentally thanked myself for this.

“And I’m gonna give you my number, just in case.” She said, walking to the coffee table. Jody grabbed a pen and scribbled something quickly on a piece of paper. Once she was done, she came back to us.

“Here.” This time, she handed the object to Eva who gently took it, reading the numbers on it. “There is a bus stop down the road on the left, it can get you downtown in a short ten minutes. Feel free to come back whenever you want. All I’m asking is for you to be careful and call me if you there is anything.” She declared with a smile and put on her jacket before leaving her house without worrying for a second.

Eva’s POV :

She shouted to us to make ourselves at home before she shut the front door, leaving us standing in her living room before Eva or I – even if I was actually agreeing with her on most points – could argue with her. I turned towards my best friend who was staring at the closed front door, speechless about what had just happened. I, on the other hand, felt myself slightly smiling.

Yeah. Maybe I was going to like this woman, after all.

Staring at the opened messages section on my phone, doubt invaded my mind.

I was thorn between letting Dean know that we had left Jody’s place and taking the risk of him not liking it and the option of not telling him anything, enjoying my afternoon with Emily but risking him maybe being angrier that I hadn’t told him. I knew this mental debate was stupid because I was a grown up, so was Emily, and we could do whatever we wanted. It wasn’t like they had given us order to stay in Jody’s living room. But still, it felt wrong, like I had to let him know. But Emily surely didn’t agree with that, her free will was really important to her and she never let anyone tell her what to do. I, on the contrary, would rather have people telling me what I should do, it was easier and so mind freeing for me.

I knew how stupid that sounded but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to have to argue with Dean if I hadn’t texted him when I should have.

Ugh, why was I creating problems to myself like this? I could just live my life, I didn’t have to justify myself. And he wouldn’t be mad if I was being careful, right? Right?

“You’re not listening to me at all, are you?” Emily’s voice suddenly reached my brain and I raised my head to look at her, eyebrows high on my forehead in confusion.

“What?” I asked, coming back to Earth and to the diner we were sitting at, the sound of forks on plates and people talking filling my ears. Emily glared at me and I pinched my lips at her expression.

I hadn’t even registered her talking to me.

“Sorry.” I apologized, feeling bad for not paying attention to what she was telling me.

My best friend let a sigh out and I quickly locked my phone as though I had something to hide and straightened, placing the device next to my legs.

“Are you texting him?” Emily asked, slightly raising her eyebrows and I mimicked her expression.

“Who?” I asked, playing dumb even though I had no reason to lie about that, we both always knew who him was. At this Emily rolled her eyes, not believing me, and I gave her a little pinched smile.

“You know who. You don’t have to tell him where you are all the time, you know. I mean, like Jody said, we’re free and adults, we can take care of ourselves. Hell, we’ve been taking care of ourselves before we even knew them.” The blue-eyed girl in front of me said and I knew she was right. But something in me didn’t feel right if I didn’t tell him about this.

“I know, I know…” I sighed, my eyes landing on the menu I hadn’t even looked at yet. “I just don’t want him to be mad at me because I didn’t keep him updated about where we’ve been.” I explained and Emily took a deep breath, understanding my fear.

It was always the same thing with me, I didn’t want people to get mad at me. And after years of knowing each other, Emily knew that very well. When she had no problems speaking her mind and standing up to people, all I wanted was to disappear, avoid any conflicts and apologize for weeks. We didn’t deal the same way in those situation and where she found some kind of stimulation in it, I only saw danger and insecurity.

“Yeah, I think she can be pretty scary.” I joked and my best friend nodded rapidly.

“Well, the thing you need to understand in your little head is that no one can be mad at you. You’re just frustrating like that.” Emily declared and I let a little laugh out at her words. “And why would he be mad, huh? We don’t have to report him our every actions. So if he has a problem with us being outside and eating, he’ll get through me. And Jody, apparently.” She continued, a bit of amusement in the end of her sentence and I smiled, loving the sound of that.

I could always count on her even when I was being a coward and kept a low profile when I was caught red-handed, just like I did in high school. When we were being in the wrong because we were talking about everything but the class, Emily never feared the teachers, explaining herself without being disrespectul and finding a way to avoid us some blame while I would look at my feet and pray for the ground to swallow me. So if Emily was capable of facing her teachers back at high school, I had no doubt she wouldn’t have any trouble facing Dean.

“Right? I mean, she seems nice and I don’t wanna talk badly of her, but it looks like she can see right through you without even trying.” Emily said, clear in her voice that it wasn’t something she was enjoying.

“Do you think it’s a mom power or something? Like, the moment you become a mother you can see through people you don’t even know just by looking at them?” I wondered at loud and Emily made a face, shaking her head at me.

“God, I hope not. My plan is to avoid eye-contact and proximity with her.” She declared and I laughed, knowing that it wasn’t even a joke. Of course she was going to try and avoid Jody at all cost, probably fearing questions she didn’t want to answer to.

I crossed my arms and rested them on the table.

“I see, staying polite without being too close. This way you won’t have to answer to the least personal question possible. Good plan.” I joked and she chuckled.

“Exactly! It’s already embarrassing enough that I have this stupid voice every time I talk to her. I’m not gonna go and see if she can figure out everything about me. I won’t do this to myself.” She declared, shaking her head and I knew she meant it. She truly hated this sweetened voice even if it wasn’t that terrible actually.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong in what you do and you really don’t sound as bad as you think. You’re just being really polite and that’s nice! The carefulness in your voice can be a bit surprising when we actually know you, but that’s all.” I explained and she let out an annoyed sound, throwing her head back to rest against the back of the booth.

“Ugh, I wanna punch myself every time I hear myself talking.” She grumbled and I chuckled.

“It’s really not that bad. Just be your amazing self and Jody will adore you.” I truthfully told her with a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, right.” She replied, clear in her voice that she didn’t believe me much.

Before I could argue with her, a young man approached us, a notebook and a pen in his hand. A huge smile plastered in his face he seemed incredibly sympathetic and I grinned back, appreciating the kindness that emanated from him. Passing a hand through his dark hair, he stopped at our table, ready to take our order.

“Hi, what can I get you two?” He asked and my eyes widened for a second at his question.

Lost in my thoughts, I had totally forgotten to read the menu and even though my stomach was eating itself from the inside, I didn’t know what it craved.

“Huuuh…” I started, quickly grabbing the menu before me and scanning the list of food. “Sorry, I haven’t chosen yet, but I’ll be quick.” I apologized and he chuckled.

“It’s alright, I can come back in a few minutes.” He explained but I shook my head, I was starving and wouldn’t take long to choose what was going to fill my empty stomach.

“Em’, you can order if you made your choice.” I told her, trying to gain more time to go trough the menu.

I hadn’t seen the bagels options yet but if there were it was evident that she had picked that. She could eat those for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was safe to say it was one of her favorite food ever. And I agreed, it was a nice choice.

“Alright. I’ll take the veggie bagel with an apple juice, please.” Emily ordered and I raised my head at her.

Of course.

“Bagels sound good. I’ll take the Indiana one with a coke, please.” I finally ordered with yet another apologizing smile.

“Those are pretty good, I hope you’ll like them.” Our waiter told us, scribbling our order before looking at us again. “French fries or salad with those?” He asked and I took the greasy side order while Emily favored the more healthy one.

Once our waiter left, my stomach growled and I put my hand on it, trying to silence it.

“God, I’m starving.” I declared, comfortably resting against the booth.

“You don’t say! You didn’t eat anything all day, of course you’re hungry!” Emily replied and I shook my head at her.

“That’s not true, I ate a Twix bar earlier.” I answered even though I knew it wasn’t what she meant. And as I expected, my best friend rolled her eyes at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine now. Sorry for earlier, I didn’t wanna bring the mood down like that.” I apologized, lowering my head a little.

“Well you didn’t eat anything else than a Twix bar.” She playfully glared at me. “By the way, how are you feeling now? You seem better but, how are you?” She gently asked and my stomach tightening at her question.

Of course she had noticed it, everyone had, but I somehow wished that it hadn’t stayed on her mind.

It was the truth. Now that I had talked with Dean, I felt lighter and not like I was ready to cry if someone asked me what was going on. But I still felt a bit bad for being so quiet and bringing such a thick tension in the car. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault but me and my stupid brain.

“No, no, don’t worry about that. I’m glad if you feel better now, though. I am. You wanna tell me what was bothering you?” Emily asked both curious to know what had happened, I couldn’t blame her, and concerned about how I felt.

Yes. And I wanna tell you about my night with him and what I agreed to. I wanna tell you everything. I wanna tell you about him. I have so much to tell you.

But I couldn’t. I had agreed to not say a thing about Dean and I for the moment and the more the day went by, the less I felt like I could do it. How was I suppose to not tell the one person I said everything to that I had spent the night with the guy? And as much as it could be a bit excited to keep it a secret, it didn’t feel as right as it could have.

“It was just stupid and not important.” I tried, torn between telling her everything and avoiding this conversation.

Emily tilted her head to the right and raised her eyebrows, her face showing that she didn’t believe me in the slightest. And I knew that, she had seen my reddened eyes after all.

“When are you finally gonna stop beat around the bush with me and tell me right away what you wanna say?” She asked, a bit annoyed and I couldn’t blame her.

“I know… I just feel stupid about it.” I told her and it was the truth. Even if it was over, I still felt guilty and like an idiot for acting and thinking that way in the first place.

The brown haired girl in front of me stared at me, patience in her eyes, ready to let me talk about it if I wanted. And I wanted to. I always felt better when I talked to her about what was bothering or had bothered me. Talking to Emily was liberating and even if at first I was reluctant to do so, not wanting to annoy her with my stupid thoughts, I always felt better after telling her.

“It’s just my stupid brain who did stupid things.” I declared and she furrowed her eyebrows at me, shaking her head.

“Stop saying that.”

But I ignored her comment and continued.

“My day started well and I just… I don’t know, I started to see and feel things the wrong way. I misinterpreted that one little thing and just overthought from there. I mean, you know me.” I explained, letting a little laugh out at the end of my sentence and Emily gave me a light smile.

And it was the truth. A bit vague and unclear but still the truth. Everything had went well until I had started to think.

“I bet I can’t know about that ‘one little thing’, can I? It was about Dean, wasn’t it?” She suddenly asked and I felt my eyes widening at her question. “I’m sorry to break it to you but we could all see it was about him.” She said, a smile at the corner of her lips and I let a dramatic sigh out.

So much for keeping it a secret.

“Yeah… yes, it was about him. And it was stupid but we talked about it and it’s all good now, we’re all good.” I told her, feeling the easy smile on my face.

“When all of you just abandoned me in the car?” She asked, a bit of contrariety in her voice. It was right that I hadn’t seen it that way, I had actually selfishly didn’t think about it but it was true that at one point we were all in the gas station but Emily.

“Yeah… I’m sorry about that too.” I gritted my teeth and she let a chuckle out.

“No, it’s fine. I know that I’m the butt of this group’s joke.” She accused with humor and I lightly laughed at her falsely annoyed face.

Before I could add anything, the dark-haired waiter came back with our plates and widely smiled at us. Straightening a little to give him the space he needed to put the dishes on the table, I smiled at him in return.

“Here are is the Indiana bagel” He said, placing my order in front of him, then he put Emily’s in front of her too. “And the veggie one.”

“Thank you.” Emily and I replied in sync and he wished us a good appetite before leaving us to our meals.

“God, I’m starving!” Emily quickly declared, immediately grabbing her bagel and taking a huge bite of it, humming in pleasure when she started chewing.

I laughed, loving how she always had the same reaction and feeling when she ate a bagel. Closing her eyes and savoring every part of this food. I picked mine up and took a bite, my stomach already thanking me for finally putting actual food in it.

“Well, huh, yah. I mean, did you see him? This suit really, well, suited him. And with the green tie it was… phew!” I told her and she let a laugh out, a wide smile on her face at my words.

“Hum, speaking of Dean, care to explain me what happened to you earlier? Had some troubles drinking?” She teased and I almost chocked on my food, feeling myself blushing at the memory.

Hardly swallowing, I put my bagel down and stared at her. I couldn’t tell her yet about what had actually happened between he and I, but she knew what I thought of him, how I saw him so there was no reasons denying it. And thinking about it, it could actually free me.

Just thinking about it did things to my stomach but I knew for sure that I hadn’t been the only one who wasn’t left indifferent when they had came down the stairs. So, raising my eyebrows, I grinned in advance at my future sentence.

“Like you didn’t blush when Sam appeared as Mister fake FBI agent.” I teased and Emily raised her eyebrows high on her forehead, her face trying show me she had no idea what I was talking about but unfortunately for her I had seen her traitorous ears.

“Nope. Didn’t look at him, I don’t even know what he looks like, actually.” She feigned to not know, taking another bite of her bagel and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh. Well, that’s a shame because he looked really hot in his suit, really highlighted his chest and shoulders.” I declared, casually picking a french fry and dipping it in my mayonnaise, giving a knowing look to my best friend.

Locking eyes with her, she glared at me, not amused by my teasing but I couldn’t help my grin from widening.

“But weren’t you too busy looking at Dean, anyway? I’m sure you have more thoughts about it. I mean, you’re the one who chocked on your drink, not me.” She said back, a satisfied grin on her lips and took my glass of coke to have a sip.

Taking another bite of my food, I nodded, not denying it. Of course I had had troubles drinking, and everyone had been there to witness it.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see this. It took me by surprise, okay?” I defended myself and she let a little laugh out. “And I’m just telling you, you missed something with Sam. He looked really, really good in this suit.” I emphasized with a smirk and Emily shook her head, sipping at her drink this time.

“Meh. I don’t think so. He doesn’t even look that good actually.” She lied, not even meeting my eyes anymore.

“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows and she nodded, putting her glass down.

“Yep.” She stated and continued eating.

I hummed, not believing her but finally stopping my teasing. I couldn’t force her to reveal anything she didn’t want to, even less admit anything about Sam. She had commented something about this man was when she either had been drunk off her ass at the bar or after their date. So, I decided to let it go, suddenly remembering that this teasing could back fire and that she could ask questions too. Questions I couldn’t answer to. Questions about the night before.

I took another one of my hot french fries and surprisingly Emily spoke up again.

“Plus, he made a poor choice in tie. Really questionable taste.” She declared, saying this like she was saying it had rained the day before when she was actually admitting she had looked at Sam Winchester. And had even taken a good look at him to know she hadn’t liked his tie at all.

“Ah! So you did look!” I replied with a huge smile I could feel in my cheeks.

But quickly, Emily faked a frown, shaking her head at me as though I had said something absurd.

“No…” She poorly lied, not even trying to hide it correctly. “Shut up.”

But her attempt to refute what she had just let slip was her way to admit that she had indeed looked at him – and potentially enjoyed it – without really admitting it either. We both knew that she didn’t just let slip things like those, it was an unspoken rule between us, if she ‘innocently’ said something like this, it was because she wanted to tell me about it. And it didn’t matter that she took it back right after. It meant that she was finally admitting it to herself, even if it was just a little bit, and it was the good step I hoped she would take.

So, in order to try and not make her regret saying this, I nodded, taking in her words and grabbed another fry.

“Oh okay. I thought so. My bad, then.” I declared, both of us clearly knowing what it all truly meant.

Turning her bagel in her hands, she shrugged.

“Nah, don’t worry, we all make mistakes.” She replied in a mocking tone before taking another bite, the conversation stopping there with a chuckle from me.

She hadn’t said anything too revealing, I knew that, but it was something. And I started to wonder if something had happened to change her mind or if she had just decided that she could finally admit a few things to me and to herself concerning the giant hunter. After all, she had been a bit strange too this morning…

Emily’s POV :

Ugh…

Why did I have to say that! I shouldn't have said anything. Why did I have to make a comment on his stupid tie!

I should have just kept this to myself, continue to pretend I hadn’t had a single thought when seeing him in this damn suit. Actually, I shouldn’t even have looked at him at all, it would have had solved everything. But I couldn’t helped myself and looked, internally blushing and screaming at him. Or at myself. I didn’t know even anymore. I wanted to yell at everyone, at everything. I wanted to yell at him to ask him why. Why had he kissed me? Why did make me fe… And of course Eva had to look at him too!

Couldn’t she have just stare at Dean and not pay attention to Sam at all, forgetting herself that he existed?

But contradictorily I also kinda wanted to tell her.

I wanted to tell her a lot of things, but at the same time I didn’t want to. I wanted her advice to try and clear my head, to put some orders upstairs after what had happened. I needed some guidance on what it all meant. If it meant anything, actually. I didn’t even know if I wanted it to. But I also didn’t want to tell her, I wanted to keep it to myself, I didn’t want to say something that wasn’t true. Saying it out loud made it real and I far from wanted that. I was aware that my secret and thoughts would be safe with her. I knew that if I told her that Sam had… she would just have been excited for me.

Why did he have to enter my life?

And I knew that I could tell her that I had indeed looked at him as a fake FBI agent and that I had indeed noticed the way his shirt stuck to his torso and how the jacket revealed his back muscles. And that I had had some shameful thoughts about it but I wasn’t ready to fully let them out yet, not to Eva and hardly to myself.

Why was everything so hard?

I was just tired. The day before had been full of strong emotions, things had been done, words had been said and I simply felt drained. I merely wanted to be home, put all of this aside, get away from Sam for the day and have a quiet evening wrapped in my flannelette. I just wanted to stop thinking. I needed a break from all those emotions but couldn’t and some new ones more were being added now. Because on top of all of this, we were meeting someone new and slept in her house. And as much as Jody seemed to be a great woman, I wasn’t natural around her and feared what she could interpret; making the option of staying be Eva’s side for the whole week-end the best and smartest choice. And maybe if I stayed next to her long enough she was going to tell me whatever she was hiding from me.

“I’m freezing my ass off. I hate Winter so much.” Eva complained, wrapping her yellow scarf a bit more tightly around herself.

“Okay. So, ten more minutes and we’re there.” Eva’s voice brought me back to Earth and I saw her looking at the digital maps in her right hand.

Deciding to take a look around Sioux Falls before getting back to Jody’s house, Eva and I had walked down the diner’s street until we turned at the corner of a movie theater. This town seemed nice, not too crowded but still active, the many shops in the streets still opened and running. Taking a few more steps before turning to the left, we came across a park and Eva informed me that it could be a way cut through town and get back to Jody’s place faster. I agreed to this idea, even though I would have loved to spend more time outside before facing everyone again, and followed her through the bare trees. Some children and families played at the playground next to a switched off fountain and I lightly smiled at the scene, loving the sounds of the kids laughing as they chased each others.

“I’m so not a Winter girl. Just because I’m born in this season doesn’t mean I like it. I like your month. May is great. The nature is coming back to life, the sun shows itself again and it’s not night at four in the afternoon. I can’t wait to put my t-shirts back on.” She explained and I let a chuckle out.

“It’s a bit ironic for a Winter girl.” I told after a quiet snort.

Eva turned around, her head buried in her shoulders in an attempt to keep her warmth. She looked like a turtle trying to get back into her shell.

While Eva hated Winter, I loved it. The hot chocolates in bed, cozy under a plaid and watching a Christmas movie. Christmas magic in the air and the best holiday on the way. And I never minded that the setting of the sun was earlier than the rest of the year, I actually liked it.

Shivering loudly, Eva tightened her coat around her before looking at her phone again, checking how far from Jody’s house we were. I followed her through the park, trying to keep my mind from thinking too much – or at all, really – when she glanced at me, frowning.

“You’re okay?” She asked, a bit of concern in her voice.

“Yep. You?” I immediately replied, slightly raising my eyebrows to make it appear as though her question was surprising. Eva looked at me for a second too much, narrowing her eyes a little.

“Okay… I just wanted to make sure you were.” She half-accepted and didn’t push the topic, probably feeling that I wasn’t going to talk about it.

I didn’t even know myself if I wanted to talk about it or not, or even what to say on the matter. I just wanted to make it through the week-end.

Back to Jody’s place, I appreciated the warmth of her house and Eva let a loud and satisfied sigh out, clearly enjoying too. Quickly, my best friend hung her coat on the coat rack and took mine to put it there too. Then she locked the door behind us, putting the keys on the small piece of furniture next to the front door so Jody could open it when she got back.

I was amazed on how comfortable she was in this stranger’s place, already finding her feet somehow while I didn’t want to disturb anything in the house. But, the more Eva moved around the house, not sneaking into Jody’s stuff but simply looking around to discover her home and trying to get familiar with the place and the woman, the more I was starting to get used to the unknown house myself. At least slightly more comfortable.

After getting ourselves a glass of water, Eva reminded me that we had to make the beds for us and the brothers, so we went upstairs and searched through the wardrobe to get everything we needed. Standing up on the mattress, holding the quilt above my head while Eva was pulling at the quilt cover around it, we continued our conversation on the last Marvel movie that had just been released and how we would have to go see it back home. Apparently a certain Tom Hardy would make an appearance in it and I suddenly understood why she wanted to see this new movie so bad. Once we were done with our bed and were getting the pillows ready too, Eva’s phone rang, making her drop the pillow in her hands. The tall girl answered the call and brought the cellphone to her ear.

“Hey.” She started with a small smile on her lips. “Yeah we’re here… Oh right, okay, I’m coming.” She ended the call and turned to me, putting her phone back in her pocket.

“They’re here.” She declared and I followed her down the stairs, mentally preparing myself to face Sam.

Oh, how I hated feeling this way. So ridiculous.

Get it together, Emily!

Eva’s POV :

“Jody isn’t here?”

Was the first question Dean asked when he entered her house and I explained the brothers that an agent of hers had called and that they needed her help on something else. The Winchesters nodded and parted ways, Sam heading to the living room to sit on the sofa and already getting his laptop out of his bag; Dean on the other hand, walked directly towards the kitchen and I heard the fridge’s door open and close. A few seconds later, he came back with a beer bottle in his hand, uncapping it with his right hand. I liked seeing this. I didn’t even know why but I liked it. Dean took a few steps towards me and I felt my chest get warmer the closer to me he got. It was stupid how I was internally feeling when he stopped in front of me and asked if I needed anything. It took all my mental strength to not answer the first thing I had in mind – “you” – and simply shook my head, telling him I had a glass of water waiting for me in the living room. Nodding, he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back to lead me to the room and join Emily and his brother.

Once inside the living room, Dean sat down next to his brother who was typing on his open computer. Emily was standing at the entrance of the room and I stopped next to her before heading to one of the armchair around the coffee table. Emily sat in the other one next to me.

“So, did you find what you were looking for?” I asked while Dean took a sip of his drink.

“It’s a djinn for sure. The vic shows all the signs of being drained for about a week. The intravenous drip wasn’t clean, it most likely that it was done by someone who isn’t familiar with medical methods.” Sam explained, his eyes still on focused on the screen before him and I felt myself frown, feeling the needle in my arm.

“Or someone who doesn’t care about doing it safely and clean. Like a djinn.” Dean added and I nodded.

“And do you think the same thing happened to the other missing persons?” Emily asked and Sam raised his head to answer her.

“Djinns rarely make only one victim and from the numbers of disappearance in such a short time, it’s most likely that they were taken by the same monster.”

“So what do we do now? I mean, once you found out what kind of monster is responsible, what’s the next step?” I asked, curious to know what was the process of a hunt.

“Well, if we’re familiar with the monster, we usually have what we need in the trunk. If it’s something we’ve never came across before, we look through the lore and search for what would kill them. I usually take care of this.” Sam finished, sending a dark look to his brother who took another sip of this beer, not seeming to care much about what his brother was implying.

I let a light chuckle out.

“So we know what to use against djinns, right? You encountered one before, didn’t you?” I asked even though I was pretty sure they had, they talked about this monster like they were familiar with it. The brothers shared a look before Sam answered my question.

“Yeah. We met more than one.” He simply said and when my eyes drifted to Dean who seemed to remember something for a second. I made a mental note to ask him later.

“A silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood kills the bastard.” Dean declared and I nodded, silently wondering why that was what killed them.

“And you have some of that in your trunk?” Emily asked, probably questioning her company and I felt her. If we truly thought about it, those guys were weird, keeping endless weapons and lamb’s blood in the trunk of their car.

“Yep.” Dean said and Emily and I shared a look, silently agreeing that those men were another level of strange.

“Right. So, Zach’s body has been degraded by the water it was found into, erasing any clue we could have needed to have a location. We could think the place where he was held captive was clammy but it’s probably just to cover their tracks. Most of the times djinns choose a quiet, private and away place so they aren’t bothered by anyone.” Sam explained and it sounded like any serial killer’s hide-house.

“Like an old, abandoned factory.” A feminine voice suddenly interrupted and I flinched, Emily and I slightly gasping at the same time at Jody’s quiet come back. The sheriff got a smile at our reaction and entered the living room, a plastic bag in her left hand.

“Pretty much, yeah. Do you have anything like this in Sioux Falls?” Sam asked her and she let a small sigh out.

“Yes. But we’ve already searched the place, hoping to find Hailey and Charles there, ideally alive, but there was no one there. Just a few empty cans, some destroyed devices and graffiti on the walls.” Jody explained, some deception in her voice and Sam straightened, opening his laptop a little wider.

“Well, something else must exist. Another factory, an underground passage or an abandoned house. There must be a place where they keep them.” The younger brother declared, ready to find out where those poor people were trapped.

“Did you guys eat?” Jody suddenly asked and Sam didn’t even raised his head when he answered.

“Not hungry.”

At his sentence, Dean’s stomach growled in disapproval and he placed a hand on his belly, trying to reduce the sound. Sending an apologizing look to Jody and offering her an awkward smile, I couldn’t help but find him absolutely adorable. Even if he was still wearing this damn suit that made him look way more than adorable…

“I take this as a no. Well, I’ve grabbed something on the way so put this computer aside and help me set the table.” The older woman announced and the tallest man mumbled something, still not moving from the couch, the laptop on his knees.

“Sam Winchester. Put this laptop away, go change and come eat before you pass out on us. You’re not gonna fight monsters on an empty stomach.” Jody repeated, her voice a bit deeper and more serious. I couldn’t describe it any other way, it sounded like a ‘mom voice’.

At her tone, Sam raised his head and closed his laptop before placing it on the coffee table before him. I couldn’t help but stare at him for a second, astonished to not see him argue with her and when I turned my head towards my best friend, she seemed as stupefied as I was. From the short time – well, months – that we knew the Winchesters, Sam wasn’t one to back down or do something he didn’t want to do. And Dean had personally explained to me how his little brother didn’t even listen to him sometimes and only did as he pleased.

Maybe being a mom gave super-powers after all.

While Jody turned on the oven to heat up the lasagna – that looked insanely good – that she had picked up on her way home, Emily and I stood awkwardly between the dining room and the kitchen while the boys explained to Jody what they had discovered. She had pretty much found the same thing and knew where those monsters usually hid and it was crazy how normal it was to talk about those things for them. How comfortable and casual they were to debate on whether they were one or multiples to manage kidnapping those people. Emily and I shared a few looks during their conversation, having nothing to add but still carefully listening to them.

We didn’t know what to do with ourselves and it was probably showing.

Still talking about the case, Jody opened one of her closets and pulled five plates out of it, placing them on the counter in front of her. Then she opened a drawer and grabbed the cutlery we were gonna need. Her hands full of crockery Jody turned around and faced the brothers, the younger one not interrupting his guesses on the case when Jody handed them the plates.

“Here. Take a break and set the table. Please.” Jody asked and Sam grabbed the plates, stopping his thinking out loud but it was clear that he wasn’t finished with his mental researches.

At Jody’s request, Emily and I jumped from our spot and immediately joined the brothers to help them set the table, finally making ourselves useful. Once everything was on the table, Jody opened the oven and grabbed the scorching hot dishes while I picked up some glasses in a closet and gave some to Emily. Following the sheriff into the dinning room, she put the dish on the table and we handed a glass to each person at the table.

Sitting next to Emily, I chose the seat closest to Jody, therefore facing Sam while my best friend was sitting in front of Dean. I offered to serve everyone but Jody quickly stopped me, declaring that we were her guests. Sam wondered out loud where the victims could be while Jody placed a large slice of lasagna in Dean’s plate, the youngest brother wondering if it was possible to get access to the blueprints of the buildings of the town.

“Sam, no talk about work during dinner. I wanna find them too, you know I do. But let’s talk about something else while we eat.” Jody declared and I could see the frustration on the tall man’s face, not really happy to not be able to continue working on this case for now.

Then the dark-haired woman turned to me and asked how much lasagna I wanted.

“Hum, not much thank you. I’m not very hungry.” I answered a bit shy, not wanting to say no to the food she had kindly brought us. But she suddenly raised her eyebrows a little as though she had just realized something.

“Oh, right! You ate not that long ago.” She said and I nodded, confirming her thought. “Did you go to Botski’s?” She asked, a light smile on her face.

“Yes, it was really nice, you were right.” I told her and her smile widened. I didn’t know if she was happy to hear good things about this place from us or if she was glad we’d left and had a good time.

“What did you try there?” She added and looked behind me, at Emily.

“The bagels. They were really good.” My best friend said and I nodded in agreement.

“Wait. You left the house?” Dean’s voice suddenly interrupted us, his voice louder than our conversation.

I shyly turned my eyes towards him, nervous to see his disapproval. His eyes were focused and a bit hard. I gulped and nodded, playing with my hands under the table, my heart beating a bit faster in my chest as he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly not liking my answer.

“What?” Sam voice joined his brother’s, the disapproval and unhappiness clear on his features, making him even more intimidating than usual.

“Are you crazy? What if something had happened to you? What if the djinn had decided to pick you for its next victims?” Dean asked, his voice loud with worry and care but the veil of anger in his tone and the idea of the monster picking us made my stomach tighten and eye-contact impossible.

I timidly looked at Emily at the corner of my eyes and I could see that she was holding back, her breath was high in her lungs and she stood straighter than usual, her jaws clenching lightly. She was ready to retort something if he continued with this tone. My only explanation to her lack of comeback to Dean was that she didn’t want to yell in a stranger’s house, otherwise she would have already replied something in the lines of being free to do whatever she wanted. But Jody was faster and quickly cut Dean off.

“Hey! I did. I let them leave the house how they wanted to. It’s you two who decided to leave them all alone. So if you didn’t want them to be left alone, you shouldn’t have left without them. Did you expect them to patiently wait for you two to come back, quietly and motionless? Well, that ain’t working for me. They’re big girls and can take care of themselves. They did before they even knew you two and I think they handle it pretty well. So why don’t you trust them a little?” Jody defended us and my heart grew a bit bigger, appreciating her help.

“Wha- We trust them, it’s the monsters we don’t trust. And you know how dangerous it is, you’re the one who called us. They should have at least tell u-” Dean argued, his ‘they’ echoing as a ‘you’ meant for me.

I so should have sent that text…

“Dean Winchester. I wasn’t going to keep them prisoners in my own house. Calm down, they just went out for a bagel. You know me, if I was truly scared about their safety, I wouldn’t have left them alone. And if you’re not happy with this, maybe you shouldn’t have left without them.” Jody declared, putting an end to the discussion.

I dared look at Dean, the frustration to not being able to continue this argument and the discontent clear on his face, and the only thing I wanted was to apologize. Then I stole a glance at Sam who hadn’t said a whole word but his dark gaze said it all, making me unable to look at him either. So, the safest option and the most comforting one was my best friend whose face looked both stoic and embarrassed. I had no doubt that she was a bit uncomfortable that Jody had defended us that way, and I was too. But I could see in her slightly clenched jaws that she was frustrated to not be able to shoot back at Dean’s reaction.

Staring at my plate, I awkwardly played with the food, picking it with my fork and moving some salad leaves aside, hoping that the heavy air in the room was going to quickly dissolve while millions of apologizes burnt to escape my lips.

Emily’s POV :

I thought I was going to explode.

Even if I deeply wanted to retort that they had no say in what we could or couldn’t do, I wasn’t going to make Jody uncomfortable by arguing in her own house, at her dinner table. And even though it was very nice of her to defend us the way she had, I couldn’t help but feel bad that she did so. The last thing I wanted was to put her in a difficult position, even more because of us. Because of me.

But soon after putting an end to the topic of Eva and I leaving for lunch, Jody changed the subject. By asking some lighter questions and mentioning a certain Donna’s fishing trip with her boyfriend, Jody brought back a better mood, much to my best friend’s delight whose gears I could practically hear in my own head.

The boys’ unhappiness of our departure started to disappear too but every time I caught a glance at Sam’s gaze, even for the shortest second, the desire to make clear that we were free to do whatever we wanted came back twice as hard. The black look he was giving me every few times our eyes met made me want to glare back at him and face his disapproval. To ask him what his problem was. To made him say out loud what he was really thinking and the reason behind his silent glare. To make him express his aggravation so I could let out my own irritation. But I couldn’t. Not at Jody’s place.

So, in order to both keep my composure and my frustration at bay, I tried to not look at him but even when I succeeded, I could still feel his gaze on me. A gaze I couldn’t help but notice, even though I was forcing my whole mind and body to ignore it. A gaze I wanted to face all day long. A gaze I couldn’t help but enjoy, probably more than I should have.

“Sure. You know that if she needs help she can always call us, we’ll be there. Right, Sammy?” Dean’s voice suddenly brought me back to the conversation going on.

At his mention, my eyes locked with the youngest Winchester’s for a short second before he looked at Dean. He mustn't have paid much attention to the conversation either because he slightly frowned and asked.

“What?”

Dean quickly looked from his brother to me as though something was suspicious and I raised my eyebrows in an attempt to kill whatever thoughts he was having. Probably getting the hint, he finally looked at Sam.

“That Claire can call us if she needs help on a hunt.” Dean repeated what we both hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, sure.” Sam nodded, agreeing with the idea but I was sure that everyone could see in the gesture of his head that he wasn’t fully thinking about it. No one paid attention at the detached tone he used in his response and his eyes found mine again when he finished his answer.

Something warm appeared in my stomach and before I could think anything about it Jody asked if we wanted a desert, the happy squeal of Dean at the mention of pie bringing me back to Earth.

Once the last slice of pie was served and eaten by the glutton in front of me, Jody got up and grabbed the empty plate of lasagna.

Immediately, Eva and I followed her lead, taking the empty plates and cutlery and bringing them to the kitchen to put the dishes in the sink. Sam cleared the used glasses off the table while his brother put the drinks back in the fridge. Then the tall Winchester disappeared at the corner of the kitchen without a word, leaving us with Jody who started to roll up her sleeves.

“Wait, Jody, I’m gonna do the dishes.” Eva quickly interrupted her, reaching the sink before the sheriff could.

“Oh, you know you don’t have to.” Jody replied at the offer and my best friend shook her head.

“It’s fine, really. You invited us, the least we can do is help you out.” Eva explained and I joined her in front of the turned off faucet, agreeing with her.

“I’ll wipe the dishes.” I said, next to my best friend and Jody smiled.

“Well, thank you, girls. It’s very nice of you.” She declared, sending a knowing and dark look to the hunter still in the kitchen. Dean slightly looked at the ceiling as though he hadn’t heard and exited the room too, leaving us alone with Jody for the second time of the day.

“Thank you very much for dinner Jody, it was incredibly good.” Eva started the conversation as she washed a first plate. I grabbed the dish towel resting on the drawer, getting ready for when she was finished with it.

“I’m glad you liked it. Marco’s lasagna are the best, I can’t make them as good as he can.” Jody said and I smiled at her comment before taking the cleaned plate Eva was handing me.

The sheriff cleaned her kitchen counter, putting the few things on them in their right place and Eva took care of another plate. Once I was finished with mine I looked around, trying to find out where to put them and Jody joined my side.

“Here. I’ll put them away.” She said and I gave her the dish, thanking her and she knelt in front of a closet on my right.

“I’m gonna invite you more often if you clean this well. Claire and Alex aren’t really fond of doing the dishes.” She joked when straightening and Eva and I chuckled.

“Well we’re used to it, we don’t have a dishwasher back home. And it’s actually usually this way. I wash and Emily dries.” Eva explained and Jody smiled.

“I see that everything is in order. You two are a great team then.” She declared and Eva and I shared a look, a smile on our lips.

“Yeah.” I answered and Eva gave me another plate, winking at me before going back to her washing.

Then Eva gave me a third plate when Dean reappeared in the kitchen.

“Hey, Eva, do you have an extra phone charger for me by any chance?” He asked, leaning against a closet and my friend raised her head to look at him.

“Hum, no, I only have mine. Sorry.” She answered, her voice not as assured as usual, as though she wasn’t totally comfortable in this very moment.

“Can I borrow it?” He asked and she nodded her head, looking back at her hands squeezing the sponge.

“Sure, no problem. It’s in my bag upstairs.” She explained him and gave me another plate without meeting my eyes.

“Could you show me? I don’t know which bag is yours.” He said and I frowned. I was pretty sure he knew which bags were whose by now. I looked at my best friend again and felt her nervousness. I hated that.

“It’s the gray one, next to the bed closest to the door.” She answered and he moved away from the closet.

“Eva.” He said and she raised her head to look at him, leaving the dishes behind. “Do you mind showing me?” He repeated and even I had understood he wanted to talk to her alone. And as though she had suddenly understood it too, she raised her eyebrows.

“Oh.” She turned off the water. “Hum, sure.”

Eva turned towards me to borrow the dish towel so she could dry her hands and gave me a quick look. I frowned at her timid behavior and before I could try anything about it, she stepped away and turned to Jody.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” She declared and Jody stopped her with a movement of her hand.

“Don’t worry, Honey. I’ll take your place, it’s fine.” The woman replied and Eva nodded, shyly smiling before she followed the older Winchester out of the kitchen, leaving me with Jody.

Looking at Eva leaving, something tightened in my chest and it took everything in me to not just follow her. I just couldn’t stand seeing my best friend uneasy like that. I didn’t know what Dean wanted to talk to her about but she seemed nervous about it; and I sure hoped he wasn’t going to do or say anything stupid or I was going to have to punch him in the face.

I felt myself straightening as I remained alone with Jody. Of course I had seen that she was welcoming and friendly, but she was still a stranger to me and I didn’t feel comfortable with people I didn’t know. Even with the ones I knew. Sometimes. And finding myself alone with her meant I would be the one talking with her. I would be the one she would ask her questions to. And I was far from ready for that.

Jody turned on the faucet again and started to clean the rest of the dishes, the silence around us way more appreciated by me than the potential questions she could have. But unfortunately, the silence didn’t stay long.

“So, Sam told me you’re a doctor.” Jody broke the silence and after tensing at the mention of the younger Winchester, I realized her question was about my career. Something I was way more comfortable talking about.

“Yes, I’ve been working at the ER for a while now. It’s pretty intense but I’ve always wanted to be a doctor.” And it was the truth. As far as I could remember, I had wanted to be a doctor. To help people, heal them, helping them get better. Understanding the human body and learning about it. Making a difference.

“Oh I’m sure it is. One of my girls, Alex, she’s a nurse at the hospital. And I know it’s not the same thing but she’s always exhausted after being on duty all night.” She explained and I nodded, taking the next cleaned plate.

“Being on duty is exhausted for sure and for all the health care personnel. But even when not working at the hospital, nurses have a pretty exhausting job as it is.” I told her and I appreciated to hear the tone of my own voice, the honeyed and timid one slowly replaced by my natural voice’s timbre.

“That’s true. Does being a doctor run in your family?” She then asked, adding some dish soap on the sponge.

“No. But my mom’s a nurse.” I told her and Jody looked at me, a smile on her face.

“Really? She must be really proud of you. Everyone, actually. Being a doctor is such an admirable job. And from what I’ve heard, you’re a remarkable one.” She declared and I felt myself blushing. I quickly looked away from her gaze, uncomfortable at her kind words in my regards.

“Thank you.” I shyly said and knelt to put the last plate at its place, using this action as an excuse to be away for a second. To be able to take a breath.

“You have a very laudable profession too, you know. And not an easy one.” I told her, trying to steer the conversation towards her rather than me.

“You’re being kind.” She chuckled and I smiled at her, meaning my words. “But thank you.”

Afraid that she would ask another question, I decided to take action and wondered about her daughters.

“So, hum, your daughter Alex is a nurse. What does Claire do?” I asked and I didn’t understand Jody’s expression for a second. She seemed almost surprised but quickly, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth when she looked at me again.

“Well, I try to get her into college, learn about anything she wants but she doesn’t feel that way.” She sighed, rinsing the cutlery before giving them to me. “She’d rather hunt and it’s not that I’m against the idea. Or maybe I am… the only thing is that she isn’t being careful yet, she’s too young and too inexperienced. And of course she’s too stubborn to want help. At least not from me.” She explained and I felt bad for Jody. She seemed to try so hard to keep them safe, it must be difficult to see their child doing something dangerous everyday.

“I just worry about her.” She finally said and I nodded.

If I had decided to go crazy and become a hunter, I had no doubt my parents would have been worried to death too.

“But enough about this.” Jody quickly said before I could reply anything. “The boys told me you and Eva were roommates. Where do you live again?”

I wanted to try and reassure her, even though I had never been really good at this but she quickly changed of topic. And even if I was willing to go pass my discomfort of personal confessions to try and help her out, I respected her desire to not talk about it. If I was trying to change of topic, I would like her to follow my lead too. So I answered her question.

“Topeka, in Kansas. We’ve been living together for a few years now, actually. We had talked about this as a dream since forever but we actually did it after I graduated.” I told her, remembering the late night conversation in our beds at our childhood houses, talking about the apartment we would share. Me dreaming about the window walls and Eva already imagining our sexy neighbors. She had been quiet disappointed when she met Mrs McCarthy instead of two handsome guys she would have declared ‘perfect for us’.

“It’s not easy to actually live your friend, even when you get along with them. But you two seem to pull it off very well.” Jody said with a smile and I nodded, agreeing with her.

“Yeah, I was a bit worried about this, actually. We were spending all of our time together, but it’s not the same as living with them 24/7. But we tried it and now we’ve found our own balance, so it’s great. And with our work, we can also have our own alone time.” I explained, silently asking her where to put the cutlery and Jody pointed to a drawer next to me.

“I’ve been with a roommate too, but during college. It was a long time ago, now.” Jody joked and I laughed at her comment. I didn’t know her age but I was sure she wasn’t as old as she pretended.

Trying to not think about it too much, I took a short second to appreciate how comfortable I was starting to while speaking with her. Maybe it was something that emanated from her or maybe the topic we were talking about, but I enjoyed how less tensed I was starting to be.

“Where you sharing a flat with friends?” I asked, wanting to know more about her and her time as a roommate. And she seemed to appreciate my question as she smiled.

“I’ve done both, actually. I started with two friends and it went pretty well until they moved away. Then I had to find new roommates, it’s more convenient to share a flat when you’re a student.” Jody explained and I agreed with her. Having a roommate both have bad and good sides and while I hadn’t thought about it, Eva had pointed out how financially better it was than when we had our own apartments.

“So after a few months alone, I decided to open the apartment to anyone willing to share a flat. That’s how I met one of my greatest friends, actually.” Jody continued and I smiled at her story.

“Wow, that’s great. I would have never been able to share a flat with a stranger. I admire you for doing that.” I told her, meaning it and she smiled again, both at my comment and the memories obviously coming to her mind.

“I was a bit scared, not everyone around me thought it was a great idea but it turned out pretty well. Sometimes you have to take that scary step to have something great happening to you.” She declared and something strange tightened in my chest at her words. She sent me a look I couldn’t quite understand and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Before I could say anything back, I felt my body slightly tensing on its own before a voice resonated in the room.

“Found it. I know where they’re hiding. I tell Dean and we’re ready to go.” Sam declared before I could see him and I slightly turned my head to look at him. His eyes found mine for a second before he looked at Jody again.

“Alright, I’ll get my things.” She said, turning the faucet off and drying her hands before she left the room. Sam sent me another look before joining her.

I hadn’t even realized I had trouble breathing correctly before I was left alone in the kitchen.

What the hell was happening to me?

Eva’s POV :

Making sure to leave the door opened behind me, I knelt besides my bed and grabbed the grey bag at the foot of it. Searching for my phone charger, I heard the door slam, making me slightly jump in the process. But what really startled me was Dean’s sudden loud voice.

“Have you lost your mind?” He strongly asked and I quickly raised to my feet and took a step back, taken aback by the sudden sharpness of his tone.

“Wha-what?” I stuttered, not understanding the sternness of his features.

“What were you thinking leaving this house? Do you realize how stupid and dangerous that was?” Dean questioned again, his voice rough and his eyebrows furrowed.

He wasn’t yelling, but it was just like it. My heart hammered in my chest when I understood we hadn’t come up here to take a phone charger but so he could let me know of his disapproval, away from everyone. I had already felt guilty at the dinner table, intensely regretting the choice made to leave this place. But after Jody’s talk and the way we had changed of topic, I had hoped that we had all moved on. Of course I would have had my own guilt to deal with but it would have calmed down eventually. It just needed a little time. But knowing that Dean was still mad at me about it wasn’t going to help for sure.

“I- We-… It was just…” I tripped over my words, incapable of thinking at the moment.

A part of me knew we hadn’t done anything wrong per say. Emily and I had talked about it, she had reassured me at the diner. And there was Jody. Their friend and sheriff of the town had declared that we could leave her house if we wanted. She had only asked for us to be careful. And we had been.

“We’re not here on vacation, this a case. A hunting job. There are djinns in this town kidnapping and killing people. And you go out for a bagel? Without telling me?” Dean continued, his voice strong and his brows almost touching each other.

“I… Jody said it was okay to go out. She just said to be careful.” I finally said, trying to justify myself and I hated how childish I sounded.

Dean let out a scoff at this and shook his head, looking at the ceiling for a short second before looking back at me.

“To be careful? And how careful have you been, huh? Do you even know what djinns do? I’ll tell you.” He started, his face closed and upset.

“Dean.” I tried to interrupt him. The last thing I wanted was to hear about some scary story. I knew we weren’t there for pleasure, I didn’t need a reminder. But as though he hadn’t heard me, Dean continued.

“All they need is one little touch and you go sleeping beauty, trapped in a perfect fucking dream life you never wanna leave. And during this time? They drain you from all your blood until you die. That’s what you want?” He raised his voice, taking one more step towards me and my throat clenched, my stomach tightening at his words.

I was gonna throw up.

“No! Of course not. Stop it, please!” I let out and turned away from him for a second. My throat still in knots, I could feel my blood quickly pounding in the veins of my neck. Dean didn’t move and thankfully, he stopped talking too, giving me some time to think. I took a shaky breath and looked at the floor, trying to regain some courage before talking again.

“I’m sorry.” I started, already feeling a bit lighter by just saying the words. “We were careful, Dean.” I said turning back to him, my voice quiet and as calm as possible, hoping the tone I’d use would make his calmer too. And would slow down my speeding heart. “Jody… Jody said to call her if we had a problem.” I continued and Dean immediately cut me off, jumping at my words and taking a step towards me.

“No. No, no, no. Something happens to you, you call me. Not Jody. Me!” Dean shouted and my heart jumped in my chest.

“I call you, Dean!” I said back, closing my eyes for a moment and I could feel my own voice breaking a little. I took a deep breath, my eyebrows furrowing as I poorly tried to keep my emotions under control. I raised my head and Dean’s face softened when our eyes met. “I call you. When Emily was missing, you’re the one I called. Not the police. You. If I’m in troubles, I would call you.” I reminded him, looking in his eyes.

“And you don’t have to try and scare me with all the horrible details, I’m already scared as it is. Don’t worry.” I let out, falling on the bed behind me and played with my hands in a nervous gesture. I could see the tips of Dean’s boots in my peripheral vision as silence remained in the room for a moment. Then I added. “I know you’re mad at me but please… Stop yelling.” I asked, closing my eyes at my request.

I hated this. I hated this so much. I didn’t want him to yell, I didn’t want him to be mad at me. I just… If only I had send this stupid text message…

I heard Dean faintly sigh in front of me before feeling the bed lowering next to me. Dean’s arm brushed against mine as he sat by my side and somehow I could breath a little more easily.

“I’m not mad… I’m worried.” Dean declared and something heavy left my chest at his words. I raised my head to look at him and he continued. “Sweetheart, I don’t want anything happening to you or Emily because of a stupid bagel.” He declared, his voice calmer and his eyes softer.

“I know… I know. I don’t want that either, you know.” I told him, looking away for a moment and stared at my hands on my lap. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but, Jody didn’t seem worried and we’ve been careful. I’m always careful.” I said and Dean put his hand on my thigh and I hadn’t even realized I was shaking it. I felt it calm down under his warm palm and took a quiet breath. My heart calmed down, my throat and stomach relaxed too and I felt a bit more like myself.

“I know, you’re careful, Eva. That’s not this I’m worried about.” He started and I bit my lip. “Listen, you just don’t know what it’s like to be under a djinn’s spell, okay. I do.” He confessed and I raised my head to look at him, surprise in my eyes.

I knew something had happened to him in relation to those monsters. I opened my mouth to ask questions, feeling like myself again, wanting to know more about what had happened. But Dean must have sensed that I was gonna ask questions and shook his head.

“Not now, please.” He asked and I closed my mouth, respecting his choice. I hoped that one day, he would tell me about this too. “Just… Promise me you’ll text me next time. Just let me know those kind of things. I don’t say I’ll be happy about it but…” He didn’t finish his sentence but I knew what he meant.

“But at least you’ll know. Got it.” I said, nodding. And I meant it, I got it.“I’m sorry, Dean, I didn’t mean to worry you.” I said seriously, finally holding his gaze and he gave me a light smile. I felt his thumb moving on my leg in a reassuring gesture and I tried to give him his smile back.

“And I’m sorry I yelled.” He said, searching my eyes and I appreciated it. This time I felt my smile reached my eyes.

Then Dean playfully pushed my shoulder with his, a smirk on his face, and all the previous tension in the room disappeared. “Was it good at least?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity and I frowned.

“Was what good?” I asked back and Dean tucked his chin at my question.

“Well, your bagel, of course.” He replied and my face relaxed in realization, a little smile taking place on my lips. Seeing his soft features made it all so much easier.

“Oh, yes. Jody gave us a very good address. I’m sure you would have loved it.” I told him, my grin widening at the change of topic.

“I’ll have to give it a try then. Even though I’m more of a burger kind of guy.” He declared with some pride in his voice, probably loving his own tastes and I chuckled at his face.

“Yeah, I noticed.” I told him with a smile, locking eyes with him.

Looking into each other’s eyes, it felt like all argument and tension had never happened. The silence surrounding us wasn’t heavy or stressful anymore but calm and quiet. Staring into his green orbs, my smile lightly faded and I felt the air shift around us. I wanted to know what had happened. I wanted to tell him I was having a really hard time keeping everything from Emily. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t enjoying hiding it. Hiding us. I wanted to tell him… I wanted…

Something was suddenly different and I felt my body moving closer to his on its own. As if pulled by an invisible strength, I turned my body towards his and his eyes fell on my lips before finding my irises again. My heart fastened when he lowered his head towards me, placing his hand on the side of my head and I ached to feel his lips on mine again. I closed my eyes in anticipation, felt his nose bumping into mine before his lips brushed against mine.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice from downstairs made me slightly jumped, breaking the moment and Dean sighed in front of me, resting his forehead on mine as he closed his eyes.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He whispered against my lips and I chuckled at his annoyance.

Then Dean straightened and moved away from me but kept a hand around my waist. Sighing again, he pinched his lips.

“What!” He screamed back to his brother and I cursed at his yell, turning my head away so he wouldn’t yell in my ear again. Surely, screaming from one room to another wasn’t the most enjoyable for ears. But apparently the brothers didn’t mind because Sam yelled back.

“Found it!”

Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam’s words and our eyes met. He must have found where the djinns were hiding. Where the victims were held captive.

“The hiding place?” He asked as to make sure they were talking about the same thing and Sam confirmed his thoughts.

“Yep. Now get your ass down here, we got to go.” Sam declared and he was right, if they knew where the djinns were hiding they needed to leave as soon as possible.

Dean stared at the door for a second then looked at me again. Searching my eyes for a moment, I didn’t know what he was looking for. But they couldn’t wait another minute here when people were in danger, I knew that. So, I patted his chest gently before moving him away.

“Go.” I simply told him and he nodded, standing up. I mimicked his movements and followed him to the door. But a tiny pressure appeared in my stomach and I needed to be sure of something before he left.

“Dean?” I stopped him, grabbing his wrist. The hunter turned towards me, eyebrows raised.

“What?” He asked and I slightly frowned.

“We’re good, right?” I shyly asked and Dean smiled at me, this simple expression easing everything.

“Of course we are. Now, come on.” He declared, grabbing my hand and leading me in the hallway.

Emily’s POV :

Dean and Eva went down the stairs and it felt like a breath of fresh air to see her. Not knowing what to do with myself between Sam and Jody once he had found out where the monsters were hiding, I was glad to see the familiar and comforting face of my best friend. And apparently, she seemed more relaxed than when she had left the kitchen. I was glad to see this and when her eyes found me, she offered me a wide smile, walking to me and confirming my thoughts.

“So, where are they?” Dean asked as he walked down the last steps.

“An old factory outside of town. The police department had already searched it, but didn’t found anything. But I had a feeling. So I looked it up and found the blueprints of it. Apparently, there’s a hidden basement in the left wing of the building. I’m sure they’re here.” Sam explained and I couldn’t help but feel a bit strange at the mention of the blueprints. This man could truly get any information he wanted.

Eva finally stood next to me, listening to the younger brother and I felt her head landing on my shoulder for a second. An affectionate gesture I appreciated. Then she put a light and discreet kiss on my sweater and I smiled at her when she straightened. I didn’t know the actual reason behind her loving gesture but silently enjoyed it.

“The original way to the basement ‘s been clogged, that’s why the police didn’t find it. But I’m sure they’re there. It’s quite, away from everything and everyone, in the dark. It’s the perfect location for them.” Sam continued, showing the blueprints as he talked and Dean nodded, not even doubting his brother’s theories.

“Alright. Let’s check it out, then.” The older hunter declared and Sam stood up from the couch, closing his laptop and putting it on the coffee table.

Jody, Sam and Dean, all three started to move around the living room, taking their coats, grabbing their keys, checking their guns. Preparing everything they needed to face the monsters they were heading to while we stood there.

“So, how can we help?” I asked, not wanting to be benched or locked in this house again.

But as soon as the question slipped from my lips, Sam raised his eyebrows at me and I stared at him. I knew we weren’t hunters but I was growing tired of being useless in this case and wanted to help them out. After all, there were people in danger and I wanted to help save them.

“No, you’re not coming.” Sam stated, understanding what I meant with my question. “This is way too dangerous and you aren’t prepared for this. So you’re staying here.” He declared and I hated him in this very second. I didn’t let anyone boss me around and tell me what to do. But as I was about to respond something, I met his gaze and shut my mouth. I didn’t know how he had managed to do that but I hated it. I hated him.

“We just wanna help you on this.” Eva tried, backing me up. I both loved her for this and hated how it made me feel like I couldn’t argue myself.

“We know. But it’s way too dangerous and you’re not hunters. We don’t want you getting hurt, that’s all.” He repeated and I clenched my jaws.

It had better not become the new excuse to everything.

“He’s right on this one, girls. I’m sorry.” Jody declared, incapable of supporting us in this argument. I knew she meant well but in this moment I just hated how everyone was babying us.

“Alright, let’s go.” Dean said, putting an end to all this and I glared at him too. But as though he was more open to discussion than earlier that day, he sighed and tilting his head. “We’ll call you if we need help, but for now, you stay here.” He said with a rapid smile and I rolled my eyes at his face.

All of them walked to the front door, Dean holding it so Jody could step out of the house first. Then Sam readjusted his jacket and sent me a look. A look that could both mean ‘Stay here. I’m serious.’ and ‘Stay safe.’ But I kept sending him a dark look, still upset to having to stay here again. Sam slightly clenched his jaws and I enjoyed the idea of annoying him, an imperceptible smile on my face.

Then he started to leave the house too but before he could fully step outside, Eva stopped him.

“Guys.” She called and both of them turned to look at her. “Be careful.” She asked and they nodded in sync, Sam leaving immediately after while Dean gave us another look.

“Lock behind us.” He declared and closed the door, leaving Eva and I alone again.

My best friend let out a sigh next to me and I turned to her, shaking my head when our eyes met.

“I hate them.” I told her and in this moment, I meant it. Eva chuckled, knowing what I meant and went to the door to lock it.

We were going to wait. Here. Again.

Ugh.

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[askaiclavell]

ask-scarl-n-viol

Upon starting the transmission, the professors looked both nervous and worried. After all, this was their dear friend and trusted confidant...at least an AI of him. They had no idea how to react or what to ask first until Turo made the first move.

Greetings, dear f-friend. It makes me...us... very happy to see another version of you...

We are aware of the state of things in your world, or at least some, thanks to a young colleague of mine. You haven't come across her yet, but she has had a glimpse of your world

How have you been? I do hope things at the academy are going smoothly...

(Cl4ve11 blinks rapidly in surprise, the message flashing across his HUD mid-conversation and making his planned sentences stutter. Tyme shot him a confused and concerned look, one eyebrow raising as he lost track of his words. He quickly set the IMS to the side, flagging it for later as he pressed a smile onto his features, checking his "wristband alert".)

"Ah... I apologize, it seems I am needed back in my office. Please alert me to any further developments in the Star situation, and I will review them as quickly as I am able."

(He didn't wait to see the vice-director's reaction as he spun on his heel, tapping a hand to the telepad and cueing it for his office. He could hear swift footsteps behind him, a frustrated huff sounding in his audio receptors.)

"Wha...Clavell! Now hold on just a minute-"

[Command input: Lock Teleporter after exit. Admin code- *******]

[Command acknowledged: Lock initiated]

(He winced as he felt the energy build up around him, his core pinging with guilt. He hated hiding anything from her, but he couldn't jeopardize his identity... let alone tell her he was somehow able to contact alternate realities from their own through seemingly impossible means...

He shook his head, letting out a sigh as his office phased into view around him.

Please forgive me, my friend.

He rolled his shoulders back, steeling his code as he opened the IMS interface. He didn't know what reality this was, but they new much about his time... far too much. He could feel the prickle of crystal at the back of his neck as he relayed a response, his teeth clenching as he fought it back)

[Responding Transmission Recieved]

I was unaware of your contact with my reality, but I must admit my cautions on being known of so intimately without my prior knowledge. If you are familiar with my reality, then you must know the threat such data being known would pose to myself and family.

So I will ask you directly.

Who are you, How did your 'Colleague' discover my reality, how do you know what I am, and what do you want from me?

[deepspacedukat]

Conference

What do we do when we get woken up real early? We write suggestive things about @bigblissandlove1‘s sexy Romulan Captain, of course! (I hope this is okay, friend! Literally just had the inspiration to dive into this one on this fine, chaotic morning.)

S’Talon is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1. This story was written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story, “The Raptor’s Descent” if you haven’t already! That’s where S’Talon came from! ✨

Also, I swear, I don’t plan these random S’Talon drabbles. They just kinda...happen. I’ll have like a vague idea, and my brain is just like “SEXY ROMULAN CAPTAIN TIME.”

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S’Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This has implied smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Flirtation, suggestive language, implied interspecies sex, implied Human/Romulan sex, S’Talon is walking seduction.

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No member of any species has the right to be that attractive, I thought as I sat across a conference table from a Tal Shiar agent. According to Sloan, he was one of Koval’s most accomplished people. Riov S’Talon of the T’Met was a tall drink of water, and he was very aware of how handsome he was.

When we were introduced, the graying but still very much full of life Romulan had given me a charming smile and lifted my hand to his lips. With a wink, he’d stated how much he looked forward to working with such a lovely lady.

“I’m sure we’ll get along famously, won’t we lhhei?” On anyone else, that level of flirty presumptuousness would’ve bordered on annoying, but with him, well...as he winked at me from across the table during Sloan’s briefing, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that he made it work for him.

With a quick mental shake, I tried my best to focus on our mission. Section Thirty-One and the Tal Shiar did partner together at times, but it was still rare enough that we needed be on our best behavior to make sure relations between our organizations remained cordial. I couldn’t afford to get distracted and do sloppy work. Sloan would have me for breakfast if I fucked this up.

Still, I found my eyes straying back over to the Riov without my mind’s consent. He gave me a warm smile when my gaze met his - had he ever looked away?

“...rendezvous should be on the Federation side of the Neutral Zone, so if your ship is detected, you’ll obviously have to relinquish command temporarily to your Section Thirty-One partner,” Koval added, speaking pointedly to S’Talon at that point.

“Understood, Dhaemnasi,” he replied in that utterly sinful, low voice. Those sharp, mischief-filled eyes didn’t leave mine for the rest of the briefing. When we were finally left to our own devices to discuss the mission, Riov S’Talon leaned back in his seat and allowed his eyes to skim over me. “Well, lhhei, it seems we’ll be working together for quite some time. I suggest we take a few moments to get to know one another. After all, we’ll be working very closely for this mission.”

The suggestiveness in his voice made me smirk as I walked over to the food slot and ordered two cups of tea. Sliding one over to my new partner, I tried to match his tone with a smirk of my own.

“What would you like to know, Riov?” 

“Oh, many things, but, for propriety’s sake, I doubt I can say even half of them aloud,” he murmured before taking a sip of his tea. The thought of him saying inappropriate things in that voice of his made me bite my lip.

“Is that so?” I realized belatedly that I sounded probably just as flustered as I felt.

“Yes, of course. With a gorgeous woman like you, who wouldn’t be curious beyond the bounds of decorum?” S’Talon asked, and I couldn’t help but let out a little huff of laughter. “You doubt my sincerity?”

“No, I’ve just never been on the receiving end of such flattery before,” I said as I crossed my legs carefully beneath the table.

“Flirtation is only flattery, lhhei, if it is not true. I assure you, I mean every word.” His gaze shifted to something a little softer. “Have you ever been sketched before?”

“What?” At the sudden change in topic, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was getting at.

“Has anyone ever drawn you? Or painted you, perhaps? Graphite or oil paints would certainly allow enough flexibility to capture your likeness in more precise detail,” the Riov murmured, seemingly deep in thought. Was he an artist?

“No, not to my knowledge. Why?” He simply smiled and got to his feet, wandering slowly to my side of the table with some question in his eyes. He leaned against the smooth, black surface and offered me his hand, which I took almost without conscious thought. He lifted it to his lips, placing a slow kiss onto my knuckles as he looked into my eyes.

“Because, lhhei, over the course of this mission, I’d like to change that answer to a confident, resounding ‘yes.’ You deserve for the answer to that question to be a ‘yes’ so that generations from now, your beauty can still be admired and appreciated. First, however, I would like to sample this tea from a slightly different source,” S’Talon leaned in slightly before stopping. His voice came out low and raspy when he spoke again. “I’d like to become more familiar with every part of you, lovely. With your permission, of course...?”

Swallowing nervously, I realized I’d made that decision the moment I laid eyes on Riov S’Talon.

“If you believe such familiarity would be beneficial to our mission, rekkhai, then who am I to say no?” The devilish grin he gave me made my heart flutter in anticipation. Maybe this assignment wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“It definitely will. The more you know about your partner, the easier it is to gauge their strengths,” S’Talon murmured, “and there is no better way to learn about a person than through their pleasures...”

He trailed off and closed the remaining distance between our lips with a hungry hum, placing my hand on his chest. In the space of a desperate breath, the Captain lifted me from my seat and placed me atop the table. Standing between my legs, he grasped my waist and nibbled his way down my neck. His mouth spread into a devious grin against my skin when he managed to draw a whimper from my throat. 

“Exquisite. Oh, my dear lady, I daresay this is going to be a very interesting collaboration,” he crooned as an insistent hardness rose between us. “Tell me, how would you prefer that I take you first? As we are now? Or bent over the conference table? I’m at your service entirely...partner.”

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Romulan Words:

lhhei = my lady

rekkhai = sir

Riov = the Romulan rank equivalent to that of a Captain

Dhaemnasi = Romulan title for the Chairman of the Tal Shiar

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[littlemissmanga]

Matchmaker queen would you do me the honor of pairing me with a strapping young lad from the GAR?

I’m short, incredibly loyal, pretty nerdy/easily fixated on a topic or subject (pretty sure I have ADHD or am a little neurospicy). I find my people and feel honor-bound to take care of them. I’m not quite the mom friend, but over the years I’ve grown into kind of the “momma bear” stereotype. I love the water and am incredibly unhappy when I’m not out on a ship or near it. I love tattoos (have quite a few of them with plans for more)! I love cooking and while I struggle sometimes with my health, one of my biggest ways of showing my love is cooking for/with that person. I HATE bullies and people who can’t accept others for who they are or can’t value their differences. I don’t have a ton of friends, but those I’m close to, I love unconditionally and would give anything for them. When I really get to know someone I finally show them the side of me that I often hide, I love singing and dancing all goofy. I’m a little nutty when I go too long without working out or dancing, but I’m pretty physical touch-oriented and almost always down for a good cuddle with my loved ones.

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Yen: The honor is all mine, @thegirlwhosesilencespeaksloudest, though I make no claim of royalty.

I believe I have just the match for you!

Clone Commando Wrecker of Clone Force 99.

You seem like a bright, optimistic person with a big heart. So Wrecker is a natural choice. He has a similar disposition, though I'd wager he's a bit louder about it than you are.

Wrecker is always interested in exploring (he insists it's different from learning but we don't need to correct him) so he'd love to get involved in whatever your latest fixation is. He may not understand it, but he does understand the way you light up and get excited talking about it. He feels the same way about explosives. And he admires how you can pick up new interests and hobbies.

He knows he can look intimidating, so Wrecker takes care to make sure you feel comfortable with him, always. He's loud, but emotionally aware and will do everything he can to put your comfort first. When you do feel comfortable with him, he absolutely encourages your bubbly, lively, goofy self. Honestly, seeing you come out of your shell and come to life like that is his favorite thing.

His second favorite thing is your loyalty to your friends. Seeing someone so much smaller than him puffing up and stepping up to protect their loved ones gets his blood pumping and you'll have all 6ft 5 in of him standing up right by your side.

And you like to cook? You're speaking his language because he likes to eat! But in all seriousness, he's a pretty handy help in the kitchen. And if you ever made food just for him, just to show you care? He'd melt and be putty in your hand.

While he's afraid of heights, Wrecker is also a big fan of the water. (And an excellent fisherman, I hear).

As such, I think a nice date for you two would be a dinner picnic on the beach. He'll definitely ask you about your tattoos and admire them. He may even ask you to help him design his next one. I don't doubt the two of you will cuddle and get comfy together to watch the sunset.

I hope you enjoy your date with Wrecker, and thank you for writing in!