#I TOOK NEARLY TWO MONTHS OFF AND CUT YOU BITCHES SOME SLACK TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND SHE'S BACKKKKKKKKK

[hella1975]

Chapter 43: You All The Way Down

[ahiru-k]

Kokichi with an GN S/O more dominant/chaotic than him (Ultimate Chaos Ruler)

Warnings: NSFW themes, dark language

Before you came around, everything was sooo boring! Ok, maybe thats an over exaggeration. With his friends like Kiiboy and Miu around, he could entertain himself for the day just fine.

But it was starting to get boring, stale..he needed something to entertain himself for s long period of time or he would get restless at school.

So when one day, a new ultimate student came around, he finally had something to look forward to at school!

He would spend almost all day talking to the same people he would hang out with about the “new student in class” and how they should get ready to have their head teased clean off them.

Little did he knew what he was getting himself into, because when you actually arrived, it was him who was nearly swept off his feet. Ultimate Chaos Ruler?! Excuse me?!

He was intrigued, frustrated and attracted all at once. What? No you didn’t hear the second part.

The second after you introduced yourself, he jumped out his seat and shook your hand to say high, telling you that “Your talent is pretty cool and all, but you should know I’m the real leader around here!”

Some of his classmates rolled their eyes at that, giving you sympathetic looks that said “Sorry, he’s an asshole” but you weren’t having it.

You scoffed in his face, snatching your hand out of his and slapping him right in the face.

“You must be an absolute idiot to think that you could walk up to me and hold the Ultimate Chaos Leaders hand without asking before hand! Know your place zygote!” You huffed, strutting to your seat in the corner of the classroom.

Some people’s faces were slack jawed, including Kokichi’s, but what they didn’t know was that he was more in love with you than he had anyone else in his life right then and there.

Then, began the annoying.

“So do you have an organization too?” “Not exactly..” “Oh! So it’s a cult, like what Angie’s in?” “Who is Angie?? Ugh, stay back, you’re too close!”

People were getting so sick of you too during classes, it would rarely ever be quiet, save for Miu’s teasing.

“Ooo, the little shota’s got it down bad for Y/N! Just think about it! Two leaders fighting for dominance and—“ “SHUT UP, SLUT.”Both of you screamed.

Although she wasn’t far off from the truth, because over the months you two actually got to know each other, Kokichi just fell harder and harder for you. And you? Well, you were in denial the whole way.

“Argh, what’s wrong with me?!” You hissed to yourself. Shuichi tilted his head, smiling nervously, “What do you mean Y/N?”

“I mean Kokichi!” “What about him?..” “He’s being, arghh..him!!”

You struggled to put your words together, failing to understand why he was digging into the closest parts of your heart.

“Y/N?..” Kaito chuckled. “What…” “Have you ever thought that you, I dunno like him?”

Ooo, you were furious, like you could ever love scum like him! …Could you?

You both pondered on it for the next few days, until one day in an empty hall where you two were talking, things escalated.

“All I’m saying is, someone as puny and tiny as you could never cause more chaos that wouldn’t hurt a fly~” Kokichi snickered.

“Oh yeah?” You challenged him, “Ever heard of the time I took down a whole skating ring with a cow and a match stick?”

He cackled, “As if you could ever do something like that, they probably asked where your parents were when you showed up—“ His banter was cut off with a gasp as he was pushed down onto some poor lockers by your hands.

This position was a bit more than suggested, your kabedon almost immediately making his knees buckle and plop down on the floor, you gaze and stature following with him.

You had had enough of all his bitching, so you sharpened your gaze and leaned in, “Wanna say that again?”

He was speechless, and unsuprisingly so. Hid face was a lovely red, and all too pretty…no!All would be reduced to ashes at the Chaos Rulers gaze! But what you didn’t account for, is the sudden feeling of something poking your leg…

“Ahh!” You screamed, getting up to see exactly what you feared, a boner. He’d gotten hard only by you cornering him against the wall..and it was kinda hot..

But it got worse, as you both heard someone gasp from the end of the hall, only to see Tsumugi with a surprised face that morphed into a devilish smile.

“Tsumugi.” You stated matter of factly, you’ve been here long enough just to know what she’d do. “Dont you dare..”

Luckily, she took the hint and sighed, looking to the side solemnly with both her hands clasped together, “Fine..” she moped. “But if you don’t confess to each other in the next two weeks I’m spilling it!”

She ran away too fast for you to make any negotiations, screaming she’d write a “fanfic” about this later, what the hell is that?

Anyway, you shook your head and sighed, looking to see Kokichi’s baffled face, but no one was there.

“Huh..” you thought “Confess to him in the next two weeks..” You sighed to yourself again. Putting your hands in your pockets and walking off with a huff.

Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing…

[midnightmoonkiss]

All For You.

Villain! Midoriya Izuku X Reader

Summary: You didn’t ask for this, and yet he gave you the same sick gift again and again. You hated him.

WARNINGS!: blood, death mentioned, dark themes

Category: Angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Masterlist

A/N: Was listening to “If I killed Someone For You” and.. I think it fits Villain Deku perfectly.

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

Izuku has OFA

He is not necessarily a yandere

You live alone for a reason

Frigid water poured steadily from the faucet as he rinsed his pale hands, turning the water crimson as it washed down the rusted drain of the medical sink.

The room was dark, the only light being a flickering candle that dripped white wax onto the concrete floor below.

The handle creaked as he turned off the water, a soft sigh slipping past his chapped lips.

Stray droplets broke the silence of the room.

It would have driven anyone else insane.

Dull green eyes stared into a mirror, the dirty surface reflecting his disheveled appearance. 

Blood stained his clothes, smudging against his freckled cheek.

His green hair was a mess, once slicked back with gel now all over the place from his habit of running his fingers through his hair when frustrated.

It certainly wasn’t the look he was going for.

Two knocks sounded on the other side of the metal door closing the room off, the noise echoing in the nearly empty room.

Inhaling deeply, the man fixed his hair up with wet digits best he could, only after he finished did he notice his forest green tie had splotches of blood on it as well.

He giggled to himself as he fixed it, tightening it up to his neck. 

It looked festive.

Turning around on his black leather heels, he looked over at the bloodied corpse tied up in the corner, all life completely drained from its opened, bloodshot eyes that were once filled with curiosity.

“You know…”

He whispered to it, 

“If you hadn’t been so cruel to my beloved, you wouldn’t look so fucking disgusting right now.”

His dress shoes clicked against the floor as he made his way to the large door, knocking thrice in a particular pattern.

It unlocked with a loud clink, and he was out of the room that once held two very alive people.

He didn't like soiling his clothes or getting his hands dirty, but whenever it came to you, he was willing to do anything.

Midoriya Izuku was a dangerous man, and he wasn’t afraid to bare his teeth and leave a lifeless body behind him.

He’d done it before, he’d do it again.

Though he was exhausted, he didn’t let it show. The dark circles under his eyes have been there since he was a child, they didn’t give away how he felt anymore.

“I’ll be heading out.” 

He stated, voice low and challenging, daring any of his subordinates to object.

“It’s raining…” One brave soul spoke up from the back,

“I know.” He could smell the asphalt from here, as well as hear the thumping of raindrops on the metal roof five floors above the basement they were currently in.

He took his time climbing up the metal stairs, pulling his black leather glove from the pockets on his slacks and slipping them on.

They prevented fingerprints, and they were quite warm.

..

..

..

The rain was unexpected, leaving you completely soaked all the way down to your shoes as you fumbled with your keys. 

You just wanted to get inside, undress, relax in a bath, and go the fuck to sleep.

Today was far more stressful than it had to be, considering your bitch of a boss decided to skip work today without telling anyone - leaving you in charge during the most hectic time of the month.

You were freezing and both mentally and physically exhausted, and what was pissing you off even more was how this was the third time you dropped your damn keys.

Your fingers were numb as you shivered, hard to grip the slippery keys.

You felt like crying victoriously when you finally got the door unlocked.

Slipping your dirty heels and soaked pantyhose off, you dragged your feet through the house, making your way to your room without the use of a light switch. You were too tired to fumble around for it.

Inside your room, you shrugged off your coat and unbutton your white blouse, making your way to your dresser for a fresh pair of clothes.

It was a Saturday, and knowing you had the day off tomorrow was like a sweet kiss.

 “(Y/N)..” 

You froze, body no longer shaking just from the cold.

That voice.. It haunted you.

Once so sweet and kind.. now all you could associate it with was the stench of gunpowder and the coolness of a blade.

You could see his silhouette in the mirror, his tall, dark figure beside the window you hadn't noticed was opened.

Bile burned your throat, you didn’t want to be near this man ever again. 

You were foolish to think you had escaped his reach.

“I’ve missed you..” He drawled, sincerity threading itself through his words as he took a step towards you.

“Really?” You huffed, “I don’t miss you at all.”

“I know you do,” 

He was behind you before you could blink, the frightening sparks of his quirk sending chills down your spine as they lit the room in a green glow for just a moment.

You were trapped against the dresser, one hand pressed against the mahogany wood, and the other slithering dangerously around your throat like a snake that could strangle you at any moment.

You gulped, breath stuttering as you fought to stay calm.

His chest was pressed to your back, his figure towering over you.

He always made you feel so small and helpless.

“You reek of blood..” The scent burned your nostrils.

Soaked green locks brushed against your cheek as he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume that drove him crazy.

He had purchased the same scent a while ago, his sheets were covered in it. He could never get enough

“And you smell delicious, my love.”

“Don't call me that-!” You spat through your teeth, venom in your voice only making him smile against your clammy flesh.

You reminded him of an angry mouse.

“And why’s that?” His voice was always so deep and dripping with authority. 

His thumb and forefinger gripped your chin, pulling your face to the side so that he could look into your mesmerizing (E/C) eyes. 

They were like a drug to him, heroin that he shot into his veins every time he had the pleasure of looking into them. 

Even if all they held was fear and disgust, they were still so beautiful to him.

You didn’t answer.

He sighed.

Looking down, you noticed the red blood on his collar, the sight making you gag. 

He no doubt had more on his person, and yet he was pressed against you. 

You wanted to throw up.

“Who was it.”

The question hung in the air, and he found himself not wanting to answer it.

“Midoriya, who was it.” Your voice shook, tears blurring your vision at the thought of him torturing another person because of you.

You tried so hard to keep away from people.

You cut contacts with all of your friends and moved cities to keep them safe - hell, you hadn’t even dated after what had happened with your last lover.

He ruined everything.

He stalked you like a predator, and you clearly had nowhere to run and hide.

You would forever be caged like a pet, and your own pathetic attempts to fight back only ever made him smile even wider.

That smile used to bring butterflies to your stomach, and now it just made you nauseous.

To him, it was a game. 

The game of seeing how long until you break and give into him.

He’d let you run ‘free,’ act as though you can fight against him.

He adored that spirit of yours, but he knew that it would break some day.

He couldn’t wait.

You’ll be completely his one day, not that you weren’t already.

Looking into his eyes, you somehow knew who it was.

Shame burned your veins.

Your boss..

Even if he was cruel to you, he had a family.

“Don’t cry, (Y/N)..” Izuku whispered, fingers falling from your chin to brush away your onslaught of tears, “I hate it when you cry..”

“You always make me cry, Izuku!” Sobbing out loud, you fought to get away from him, though it was useless you couldn't help yourself from trying.

“I hate you-! Mph!” 

Your outburst was silenced by his fingers, two digits knuckle deep in your mouth.

You choked around them, cringing at the taste of leather.

Sniffling, you breathed loudly through your snotty nose, tears stinging your cheeks.

“I don’t like it when you talk like that..” He muttered darkly, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

You were afraid of him. 

You always were.

 It was like there was an invisible knife pressed against your neck, slicing into your skin and daring you to try and speak again.

His forehead fell to your nape, and you stood there in silence for a while, the pitter patter of rain doing next to nothing to soothe your nerves.

It felt like time had stopped in the silence, like you were waiting for your own death.

“You’re soaked..” He commented, pulling away, saliva dripping down your chin as he finally pulled his fingers from your mouth.

“No..”

That made him chuckle, the sound making your skin prickle.

“You were going to take a bath, right?”

Despite being a murderous villain, Izuku still treated you with an ounce of respect, never once looking down at your exposed chest despite a large mirror allowing him to do so.

You hated how he was a gentleman despite everything he’s done and will continue to do.

“You should get out of these clothes.. You’re going to catch a cold.” 

And you hated how he fretted over you.

You hated everything about him.

The faint sound of sirens pierced the atmosphere, not too far away but getting louder and louder every second.

“I suppose I better take my leave, my love,”

“Don’t call me that..” You repeated meekly under your weak breath,

“I’ll see you again soon..” He turned around, pausing for a brief second, “but you won’t see me.”

He somehow always made your skin crawl without even having to touch you.

Biting your lip, you whipped around, ready to scream at him, only to see nothing.

He had already left.

And yet..

You knew he was never really gone.

You wished you never met him.

[medea10]

Medea Plays Pokemon Sword (&Shield): Part VI

Okay, it’s been several months since my last update with Sword & Shield.

Mostly because as soon as you finish the main story and the side-quest with Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Balls, what else is there? Just fill up the Pokedex and have a go at the Battle Tower.

I just took some time to go through the Shield game (since Sword is kinda my main game this time around).

I would just like to say, Allister is the cutest little fella.

Maybe it’s because of the episode of Pokemon Twilight Wings that just aired a few hours ago here, but Allister is such a sweetie.

And of course we have Thick-Chick Mama, Melony.

I knew going through her gym was going to be a pain in the rectum, just like Gordie’s. I was right. Her gym is on par with Wallace’s gym in Ruby & Sapphire.

But thanks to some Youtube videos, I managed to avoid falling through the ice pitfalls.

Sorry, she set me up for this joke.

Then in January, we got a taste of what to look forward to when the Isle of Armor expansion hit.

Like catching the odd-looking Slowpoke and meeting new rivals like Klara and Avery.

And I could tell then and there that Klara was one of those psycho, pink-haired bitches and Avery was Robert’s psychic cousin. Will that theory let up once the expansion hit? Let me think about that while I chow down on some Slowpoke Tail curry.

Itadakimasu!

Then a month passed and we were introduced to Pokemon HOME and Professor Oak’s other relative from some weird timeline where Macho Man Randy Savage and Jiraiya did the fusion dance and merged into the Grand Oak here.

A place where you can transfer all the pokemon you’ve caught throughout the years and STILL not transfer them to Sword and Shield.

And then Animal Crossing came out and we forgot about Pokemon’s existence.

Three months later and here we are!

At your arrival, you get an update to your Pokedex.

Don’t get too excited. We get SOME old pokemon added. Not all. Just some.

It’s nice that pokemon like Poliwag and Bulbasaur aren’t illegal in Galar anymore. But um...Ampharos? Dragonite? FRIGGIN’ BLAZIKEN?!

Whatever, take your time, dudes!

After the upgrade, you are met by Klara (in Sword). In a mistaken identity story line, she mistakes you for some other wank for joining the dojo nearby.

You battle her (or Avery in Shield). You wallop her.

OH, YUP! YUP! Look at that! Crazy bitch alert!

Anyways, this rival will try by any means to keep you away from the dojo by enticing you with a style card (which gives you exclusive hairdos and clothes).

But because I like to move this story along, I’m gonna go to the dojo.

Up yours, skank.

The dojo is headed up by an old fella named Mustard. And you’re met up with Mustard’s dotting wife...

I am not kidding.

His wife is named Honey.

And she’s a MILF.

Like I give a fuck about you, Yuno Gasai-Lite. Sheesh, maybe Avery isn’t this much of a cunt like Klara.

Oh, go shove a bent spoon up your ass, you watered-down looking Alucard, mother fucker.

Oh and if you’re wondering, I actually hate Bede, Sordward and Shielbert more than these two. I just feel like being mean since Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Balls aren’t around for me to poke fun at anymore.

Once inside, you’ll meet the master of the dojo, Mustard. He gives you a uniform and then we get down to the three tasks.

Task one:

Catch three speedy Slowpokes.

They took Avery/Klara’s dojo uniform and it’s up to you to catch them.

Just don’t expect a thank you from the Slutty Succubus of the South.

Task Two:

Find the Max Mushrooms.

These babies are the key to unlocking certain pokemon’s potential in Dynamaxing. So in case you keep getting your ass kicked by these special pokemon at raid dens, here’s your chance at getting the Gigantamax pokemon.

So after going through this twisted forest and nearly going insane by getting lost, I’m not about to have this little tramp steal my findings.

After you beat Klara/Avery in a battle again, you get the Max Mushrooms. But they come back with the mushrooms too and insist on cooking them instead of the ones you found.

For once, you did me a favor. I can use this for my Cinderace.

Task Three:

Fight Klara/Avery.

Now this might be a little tricky. Because at the beginning of the battle, Klara and Avery do something sneaky.

Before you could start, Klara sets up Toxic Spikes, causing immediate poisoning for your pokemon. At least Avery only had mist surrounding the battlefield. This bitch intentionally poisons your pokemon.

Just use a Steel type when going up against Klara.

After these three tasks, you get the secret armor of the dojo.

Kubfu.

You will get a Kubfu from Mustard. But that’s not all folks!

While you’re on the Isle, you are now able to have the first pokemon on your roster walk around with you.

Good that you bond with the Kubfu before you go to the next part. Also, all of those XP candies you earn in Max Raid Dens are going to be your best friend.

Okay, time to do what I love to do in Pokemon games.

FUCK YEAH! MISSY GETS TO TRAVEL BESIDE ME!

Anyways, once you bond with Kubfu and you’re the best of friends and train Kubfu to a decent level, then it’s time to take on the Tower of Water or Tower of Darkness.

You can only choose one. If you choose water, Kubfu will evolve into a part water type. And if you choose darkness, Kubfu will evolve into a part dark type. And the tower you do not choose will be closed off to you forever.

You’ll fight a few trainers with one pokemon each. Suggestion is to have your Kubfu past level 70 and know moves like Aerial Ace, Zen Headbutt, and/or Thunderpunch.

At the top of the tower, you are challenged by Mustard. And once you defeat him, you can evolve Kubfu.

By staring at a wall scroll.

I’ve seen stranger ways of evolving a pokemon. I’ll just sit back and accept it for what it is.

After this part, there’s a baby side-quest you have to go through in order to have this fella take part in the Dynamax process.

Apparently, this pokemon is picky about his food. But some Max Honey will make the Max Mushroom soup taste pleasant.

And that’s when Hau 2.0 comes in! And once again, we go through a three-tasked mission in order to get some Max Honey.

Task One:

Reunite a mother Lilligant with it’s baby Petlil.

Back to that twisted-ass forest again.

Some friendly advice, don’t use your bike to get back to Hop when you find Lilligant. Lilligant will get lost and just go back to where it originally was. Just walk.

Task Two:

Chase an Applin.

Task Three:

Go to the special tree.

Hop will tell you to shake it to get the attention of a Vespiquen.

...

ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE HOP?! It is 2020, the worst year on the record. I am not about to be stung by Pokemon’s answer to the fucking murder hornet. And what do I do next?

I shake it like a Polaroid picture.

So I’ve chosen death.

*snorts*

No you didn’t, Pokemon.

You didn’t do this!

-___-

I can’t EVEN...

Anyways, you’re taken to a Max Raid den and you take out a Vespiquen.

Fuck you Hop. Just fuck you.

Now that those three tasks are taken care of, you can feed your picky pokemon some Max Mushroom Soup. And now you can battle Mustard in a six-on-six.

After winning...

Can I please shove her off a cliff?

I know, I shouldn’t be mean to Klara and Avery. But I am. Klara tried to be a pop sensation and only sold 8 copies of her CD. And Avery is the outcast of his family with the least psychic energy. So maybe I’ll cut them both some slack.

I’m just not over Klara poisoning us at the beginning of the match with absolutely no warning.

And that’s the end of that story line.

But there’s still plenty to do around the Isle of Armor.

Catch pokemon for the updated pokedex.

Catch an actual level 80 wild pokemon!

No joke, friggin’ Wailord is level 80.

Also look out for Sharpedo in the water. They’re so fast that you won’t finish the Jaws music score fast enough before Sharpedo bites you in the ass.

Help this fool find his 151 Digletts.

At least he gives you gift pokemon for your hard work.

Like Alolan Meowth, Alolan Raichu, etc.

Combine four items to get a special item or pokeball.

So this nightmare fuel takes four items and can combine them into a pokeball, a TR, or a special item (depending on which four items you use to combine). And now that Apricorns are back, you can use them to make those special pokeballs you’ve been only able to get one up to this point.

Help the MILF around.

Welcome to the daunting task of getting Watts. Honey will not be fulfilled until she gets her hands on at least 2,000,000+ watts. Yes, I said that. But it’s to help put special things around the dojo like vending machines, a hair stylist, food for the fridge, and other essentials. But then there are other incentives you get for helping Honey out including battling with Honey and getting rare league cards.

Best method of gaining watts, find Digger Pa and Digger Ma. The digging brothers have parents. Pa digs for watts as long as you give him special ores. And Ma finds the ores (as long as her stupid shovel doesn’t crap out).

Now was buying the expansion package to Sword and Shield worth it? I don’t want to be premature in my thoughts since the second part of the expansion package isn’t out yet. So I’ll save it for later. This has been a fun side-story and it’s been able to take my attention away from Animal Crossing for just a little while. I know there will always be special events with Max Raids. I just hope we can add more pokemon from the National Dex when we can go to the Tundra later this year.

But if you’re one of those folks that’s National Dex or bust, maybe wait off on purchasing the package until we get more info about Tundra.

Okay, see you in a few months!

[collapsingintojupiter]

Sunshine and Storm Clouds

Okay, so!

If you remember my last three little Analogical fics with baby Patton (if not check here, here, and here), I've decided to try and make a little series with these characters depending on how much you guys like it. So y'all can enjoy some more baby Pat, yeah?

Your favorite drama queen may also make an appearance.

***

Characters: Logan, Virgil, Baby Patton, Roman, and Remy.

Relationships: Analogical

Warnings: There is exactly one swear. Let me know if I need to add anything else.

Type: This one's got a bit of comedy, and that's pretty much it.

***

"So we'll probably be back around 7:30, depending on the traffic."

"No problem, sir. I'll take good care of Patton while you two are away." Roman smiled up at Mr. Sanders, who raised an eyebrow and nodded before turning to his husband. 

"You ready to go, Virgil?" He asked. The other man gave Roman a suspicious look, eyeing his red-and-white tank top, before his gaze shifted to the little blue-clad child in his arms and his eyes softened.

"I...I guess so," he answered in a voice that was quiet and gruff. "Let's go."

"We'll be waiting here for you when you get back." Roman gave Mr. Sanders what he thought was a charming smile, but the man in the blue tie only gave him a curt nod in return. 

"Feel free to get something to eat from the fridge or pantry if you want; thank you for being available on such short notice. I'll see you at 7:30." With that he turned, his husband casting Roman one more look before he followed Mr. Sanders out to the car which was parked in the driveway outside. Roman watched them drive away, then set the squirming one-year old down.

"Well Patton," he said, more to himself than to the little boy. "Looks like it's just you and me now."

---

"I don't like him."

"Virgil, you were in the house with Roman for all of five minutes." Logan kept his voice even, though he couldn't hide the slight tone of exasperation that crept into his voice.

"He's in the house alone with Patton."

"That's the idea, Virgil. He's a babysitter, that’s what they do."

"He looks like he'd start trouble. I don't trust him." Virgil crossed his arms and leaned back in the passenger seat, scowling at the road. "I just don't want anything to happen to Patton, Logan. If anything--"

"--Nothing is going to happen to Patton." Logan stopped his husband before he could continue, his voice firm but gentle. "Roman's just a kid Virgil. Cut him some slack; I know he'll do fine."

"How do you know?" Virgil challenged. 

"He lives in our neighborhood; observation over time has shown that Roman is not only putting all of his time at home into trying to earn money at odd jobs, he's also proven himself to be honest, kind, and respectful. If he were to do something to Patton, that could hurt his reputation and prevent him from being hired and therefore earn money in the future. Is that enough of a reason for you?"

Virgil didn't answer him, and he let out a loud sigh.

"Virgil, do you trust me?”

“We’re married, Logan.” Virgil gave him a funny look--his cue to continue.

“Do you really think that I would leave our son at home with somebody who is untrustworthy?" The teacher glanced over and saw Virgil's expression change when he said that; he looked almost apologetic now. Virgil sighed.

"Alright alright," he said eventually. "I-I’m sorry, Logan; I shouldn't be worrying so much." 

"That's quite alright, Virgil. I understand how much you want to keep Patton safe.” Logan took a deep breath. “Just...remember that I do too. I wouldn’t want to see him hurt any more than you would."

Had they had more time to talk in the car Virgil probably would have said more, but for now their time was up. Logan pulled onto an all-too familiar street and turned into the gravel driveway of a small white house. The two got out and exchanged glances, then started towards the house side-by-side. A tall man was standing on the front porch waiting for them, shades down and Starbucks in hand.

"Guuuuurl it's been forever since I've seen you two!" 

"We saw you two days ago." Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly!" Remy hurried over to them, hugging first the ever-awkward teacher before he pulled Virgil into an embrace.

"Don't look at my coffee like that. There's more down the street if you want your own."

"You mean walk?" Virgil sounded dismayed.

"Honey, what do you think those legs of yours are for?"

"Working the gas pedal." Remy looked surprised, but then he broke into a grin.

"You know what, I'll make you coffee just for that. Cream or sugar?"

"Just give it to me black." Remy shrugged.

"C'mon inside then, Thomas will be here in another 10 minutes and then we can load the truck."

Remy's house was full of cardboard boxes, stacked high against the walls and labeled meticulously in his loopy handwriting--utensils, plates, books, coffee mugs, and more. Virgil glanced at them as he walked by, shaking his head. It had been a couple months now since their friend had told them that he was moving, and it was weird to see Remy's house looking so...empty. The new place was nicer though, they'd heard, and closer to where Virgil and Logan lived. 

"Looks like you've been having fun," Virgil remarked.

"Ugh, its been so much work." Remy sighed dramatically, sashaying into the kitchen with the other two following closely behind. "I keep messing my nails up moving these stupid boxes around."

"Tragic." Virgil smirked, spotting a third coffee mugs box as he entered the kitchen. How many of those things did Remy have?

"See? He understands me." Remy grinned at Logan and got to work with the coffee, while the blue-tied teacher settled down on one of the dining room chairs and looked around the near-empty space that surrounded him. His friend's home had changed so much in just a few short weeks; it was a lot to take in all at once. Maybe he and Virgil could--

"GET OFF THE COUNTER YOU HEATHEN!" Remy's shriek ripped through the dining room like a firecracker and Logan nearly fell out of his chair in surprise, his ears ringing. A low hiss answered, presumably from the "heathen" in question.

"Logan, get your rabid husband off my counter!"

"To the best of my knowledge, Virgil doesn't have rabies," Logan called back, hiding a smile despite the fact that his ears were still ringing. He heard the sink turn on, then a high-pitched shriek and a string of curses from Virgil. 

"DON'T YOU HISS AT ME YOU LITTLE TROLL!" Logan looked up to see Remy standing fiercely by the sink, wielding the kitchen hose as Virgil scrambled over to the opposite corner of the room in order to be as far away from him as possible. Logan looked at him, shook his head, and sighed. His husband was now dripping wet, eyeing Remy with a death glare while he used his sleeves to wipe the water out of his eyes.

"You think I'll let you get away with that in my house!? No ma'am, no ma'am!" Remy shook the water hose at Virgil before setting it down, and despite how angry he sounded there was laughter in his eyes. "Don't mess with me, bitch. I'll always win." He sounded almost smug. Virgil bared his teeth at him.

"Where's my coffee?" He snapped. He also looked angry, but Logan could tell by his voice that he was having fun as well.

"You're so lucky I need your help today," Remy growled. "Wipe down the counter you sat on first."

Virgil eyed him mutinously, eventually seeming to decide that he preferred coffee to revenge on Remy (or walking, he hated exercising any more than he absolutely had to). He grabbed the sponge and quickly wiped the surface down, allowing Remy to see one of his rare smiles as the coffee was pressed into his hands shortly after. He smiled a lot more nowadays, actually, especially with little Patton around the house to care for.

Speaking of which...

"So," Remy said, sitting down next to Logan and sipping at his coffee. "How's my favorite nephew?"

"He's doing well," Logan answered, glancing over at Virgil as he joined them.

"We need to get together again, I miss seeing his sweet little face. You two have such a cute kid." Virgil raised an eyebrow.

"You jealous of us?" He asked with a smirk.

"Me, jealous?" Remy laughed and shook his head. "Oh please. I visit children, I don't own them. You just wait until I'm Pat's favorite aunt."

"Ha."

The doorbell rang before the three could say anymore. It was Thomas, there with the truck and trailer they were using to move Remy's stuff over to his new house.

The four worked all afternoon loading boxes into the trailer, and by the time Logan and Virgil finished and got back to their car they were exhausted. Virgil got behind the wheel and Logan took the passenger side, and the ride home went by in beautiful silence. It was nice to be quiet and just enjoy one another's company after Remy's constant chatter the whole afternoon, though by the time they got back Virgil was worrying about Patton again. He didn't say anything to Logan, though, not wanting to pull up that issue again. Everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine…

He was still repeating that to himself as he pulled the car into the driveway and stepped out, walking as calmly as he could manage to the front door. Slowly he opened it.

A scream erupted from the other room, and Virgil's eyes instantly shot wide.

"Patton!" He shrieked, charging towards where the cry had come from. He stumbled into the living room just in time to see Roman flop dramatically onto the carpeted floor, one hand on his chest.

"I've been defeated!" He shouted. Patton stood over his stricken form, laughing and squealing and clapping his hands. "You've gotten me at last, you foul--" Roman's eyes suddenly widened when he saw Virgil standing in the doorway, and he quickly scrambled to his feet. 

"Oh my gosh, um is--is everything okay, Virgil sir--ah, Mr. Sanders?" He stumbled over his words and his face turned bright red. "I'm sorry if I scared you--Patton just really liked my acting and--" 

"There is no need to apologize, Roman." Logan entered the room, giving Virgil an I-told-you-so look and reaching down to pick up Patton as the child raced over to him. "You have done well. Thank you."

"Ah yeah…" Virgil trailed off awkwardly. "You startled me is all, I promise that I'm not angry with you Roman." And he wasn't, actually--how could he be? He'd seen how much Patton loved the odd little performance, even if for a brief second, and even now the child was smiling at Roman from where his husband held him in his arms. Logan looked between Virgil and Roman, one eyebrow raised.

"Roman, why don't you stay for dinner with us?" He asked. His gaze shifted over to Virgil, who hesitated before nodding. 

“You like burgers, kid?”

Roman looked shocked. “You guys want me to have dinner with you?” he asked, pointing to himself as if to make sure there wasn't secretly another Roman in the room that they were talking to.

“Why not? You look like you could use something to eat before we send you off. Are you hungry?”

Roman beamed at them. “Oh, yes sir! Thank you sir!”

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- ̗̀ * ( sophie turner + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( aster holloway ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty-one ) year old, studying ( botany + entomology ). we hear they are in ( theta sigma eta ), and can be ( opinionated & daunting ), maybe it’s because they are an ( aries ). they sort of remind us of ( abandoned greenhouses, spinning bike wheels , iridescent pocket knives ), maybe we can find out more ! *  ̖́-  + habitat

i yeet’d holliday for this child o’ mine pls love her bc i love her sm i’ll prolly change her fc to sophie turner as soon as i get tired of cropping gifs of saoirse but enjoy her face for now sksksk. like this n i’ll come to u!!

tw: fire, death, cancer, etc. etc.

gen. info

full name: aster holloway

nickname(s): n/a, give her one n she’ll cut you probably

b.o.d. - april 1st.

label(s): the hellcat, the minefield, the connard, etc. etc.

height: probably like 5′7″ or 5′8″ tbh

hometown: inglewood, california

sexuality: chaotic. lesbian.

bio. info

hasn’t had the most......stable, life

born to dahlia verbeck, a botanist, wildlife conservationist, and volunteer firefighter whose presence was very well known in south california’s environmental scene

to keep a long story short, she married maverick holloway; a sleazy low-rank cop with a smoking problem and an obnoxious personality when she was 19. he was nearly twice her age. nobody knows why she married him, or why she tolerated him

the relationship was by no means abusive, but it was lackluster

this led to dahlia having a one night stand, and baba boom baba bing, aster was conceived

 the only one who knew that the child wasn’t maverick’s was dahlia’s twin brother, donovan, whose career was p much the exact same as dahlia’s

they were basically both mad scientists; when dahlia started slacking because of her pregnancy, donovan would kick it up

like ykno the twin scientists in bioshock infinite ?? that them like they were eerily alike, always finishing each other’s sentences. nightmare fuel.

the only difference was that donovan was considerably less intense than dahlia b/c dahlia was the kinda lass who would set fire to your car

anywAYs so aster was born and everything was fine n dandy until she got a lil older and it suddenly became clear that this child was absolutely not maverick’s at all because they looked. nothing alike. like u know when u can just tell ?? yeah. yeah u could tell

maverick left dahlia afterwards and it was essentially up to her to raise aster alone. donovan had his own wife and kid to take care of and sort of backed down from his career to do so. house dads ftw

aster grew up knowing her dad as some ‘deadbeat no good’ simply bc dahlia was bitter

also grew up as the kid who would hold worms over another kid’s face and taunt them w/ it. so like, playground bully. that was aster. she’s not ashamed of it

she was often left on her own to do her own kinda shit b/c her mom was always busy out in nature n’ shit but aster never minded; loved her mom a Lot

aster’s life changed when she was nine

her mother had been doing research out in the ~wilderness~ with donovan, after months of convincing him of doing this one last project with her~ when the wildfires started

it spread so fast, and they were already too far away from the road

it took them two months to confirm that the twins were dead

rather than leave aster to maverick, elaine--donovan’s wife--took her under her wing and moved across the country to boston alongside myra, her daughter

elaine always held a resentment towards aster because of her mother, but never did anything about it--it was just always, sorta, implied ?

but myra and aster got along swimmingly despite being polar opposites

aster was p much a feral child, and myra had been receiving etiquette lessons since birth, practically--like, literally

elaine put them in the same hobbies but aster always found ways to be wildly different from the ~standard~

myra learned cello and flute, aster started up on bass and drums (breaking both instruments, repeatedly, for many years)

elaine forced dance onto the both of them, and whilst they both excelled at ballet--aster switched over to a more free-flowing dance as soon as she was able to

(that and when elaine tried to put aster in sports instead of dance--figuring her fiery nature would be put to good use--aster managed to get kicked off of every single team of every single sport she tried b/c of her aggression. theyve had to fight a few lawsuits after aster’s broken a number of noses and sporting equipments)

myra was learning two languages, aster? dyslexic and could barely read english as it was; science made sense to her, however. plants? especially.

people confused myra and aster for twins nearly all the damn time, despite only being cousins, they were so alike and yet so opposite

that was, of course, until they got into a nasty spat when they were seventeen

it was something about dead parents and resentments and yadda yadda; it didn’t end well

aster wound up running away......all the way back to los angeles.

n i mean like......homegirl literally managed to run away across the gd country w/o getting caught or murdered

by the time she arrived in los angeles her aunt was sort of like ‘fuck it ur almost 18′ b/c....aster was nearly 18 by the time she arrived in the city, and elaine contacted maverick who in which found aster

aster did not want to go with him, after hearing stories about him just being no-good

but at that point, maverick was one of los angeles’ head detectives with a beautiful apartment and a beautiful wife and a beautiful dog and just kind of living his best life ?? after dahlia’s death he had really cleaned himself up y’kno

aster still kind of resented him but that was more of an inner thing

anyways she started attending ucla b/c her mother attended ucla, but her mother wasn’t a part of a sorority

it was one of those spur of the moment decisions and like nobody knows how aster ended up in theta sigma eta b/c she’s like a grumpy grandmother

but like she dun’ did that

we stan

a year ago maverick was diagnosed w cancer and has been in the hospital battling it ever since, aster is admittedly effected by it but like would never tell anybody ever

she doesn’t really tell anybody anything about her life, like, it’s a gd mystery

uuuuuuuuh aster works in a floral shop as a florist and grows her own shit ranging from fruits, vegetables, weed, shrooms, uh opium poppies yeah she Does that

it’s organic n fresh n shit like the devil works hard but aster works harder

she doesn’t really ~sell~ too often b/c she’s kinda selfish w her stash but it’s some top notch shit when she does 

no she doesn’t grow in the floral shop she’s not Stupid

aster inherited some of her mother’s properties Out There so she drives up almost everyday to take care of her plants

uuuhh fun fact, aster’s part of a dance like...company, kind of? but not really ? outside of ucla b/c she hates being involved in school shit besides habitat for humanity

personality

v v v harsh tbh

she won’t beat around the bush, usually...brutally honest, tbh?

like lbr she’s kind of a bitch too

just v offputting at first b/c she tells it like how it is n doesn’t rly care abt ur problems

doesn’t go around lookin’ for new friends but if you’re tight w her then she’ll probably die for u like she’s v loyal

but if u wrong her like even once she’ll drop u and treat u like right shit

she either feels intensely or nothing at all n that’s like. smth u have to deal w/

she’s v v v chaotic neutral, bordering evil--really works in her own favors

became a botanist after her mother bc she admired her mother more than anybody else

not saying that being vegan is a personality trait

but

aster’s a vegan

n just super hardcore into saving the earth n shit?

litter and she’ll break ur nose, basically

v into sustainable living n shit. rides her bicycle everywhere if she can, rly rarely drives, doesn’t do fast fashion at ALL

v v passionate, will argue w/ u until u admit she’s right even if she’s painfully wrong

like super stubborn, v opinionated, assumes the worst of u immediately

a lil cynical, but is more realist than pessimist

BIG FUCKING GAY

like so gay

she’s not Out-Out but she definitely doesn’t hide it, just doesn’t think it’s necessary to be like ‘im gay’ every 5 minutes n doesn’t think it’s necessary to let ppl kno she’s gay b/c shes just like....its my business

kinda bitch to flirt w dudes for fun in order to lead them on, get them to do things for her, etc. etc. just to disappoint in the end

this is big dumbass energy b/c that’s how u get stabbed

unless aster stabs u first

kinda gal who’ll key ur car if u piss her off during a class debate, but will also stick thumb tacks into ur wheels n shit too

like.....i said she’s spiteful, right? b/c she can b so spiteful

really, genuinely, has no regard for other ppl’s feelings

her music taste is either heavy rock or straight up like grimes/die antwoord there is no in between (prolly listens to billie eilish tho)

owns a pet tarantula n yes she has it in her dorm n Yes she brings it out n plays w it n shit her name is stevie nicks n u better respect her

big slut

would never cheat on u but also probably wouldn’t date u in the first place bc she’s scared of like....being in a relationship b/c all of hers are p much on the rocks

probably carries around a pocket knife at all times

probably bought said pocket knife from a dude in an alleyway for like $5 

myra also goes to ucla and theyre 100% still not speaking but that’s bc they’re both too stubborn to go to each other but like lbr aster misses her cousin

v unruly, nvr brushes her hair, usually got dirt on her clothes bc she’s prolly been digging in gardens or stealing flowers or some shit

bright side is tht she always smells like flowers

theta sigma eta is lucky b/c she cooks her own meals w her own fresh veggies n shit n she always makes too much food n like ? so good

but anyways she’s also got like no manners okay she’s so impolite

uuuuuuh god i dunno what else

wanted connections

ride or die

other friends of varying closeness

ex-friends ???

...like somebody she’s into but also...not into? v conflicted feelings

on-and-off-agains bc their relationship is awful n probably toxic but it just. hurt so good

ex-gfs

ex-hookups

boys she’s led on

boys she’s currently leading on

flirtatious encounter gone wrong [not clickbait] ??

enemies

enemies but gone sexual [not clickbait]

buyers of her products - either weed, shrooms, or opium teehee

roommate

give her somebody she was a uwu soft crush on but would nvr do anything abt bc gross romance !!

alternately, unrequited crushes of any sorts

fellow gays b/c gays always end up knowing each other

party pals

frenemies ??

sdfgh give me her dad’s trophy wife pleathe....it’d be so funny

childhood friends tht knew her b4 she moved to boston so like...ages 0-9

childhood friends tht knew her after she moved to boston so like...ages 9-17

or acquaintances bc she was....a mean one

A TUTOR just b/c she can rly struggle w her dyslexia

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Keep Calm and Carry On Part 6

Chestervelle

@lukecastellamz @elsatxx @becs-bunker

2.8k Swearing and arguing

This is not the end though! There is still more to come!!

“I didn’t ask you to come!” She yelled, her blonde hair brushing across her face as she whipped around to face him.

He looked down at her with wrinkled brow with a grimace of his own. The crinkles at the corner of his eyes would have been cute if his gaze wasn’t heated and his jaw firmly set. Her defiance was pushing his buttons and bringing out what she had earlier called ‘Daddy Winchester’ mode. “You. You drove off and left me and your motel without even telling me!”

“Because I don’t need you to take care of me!” This yelling match had been going on for a while now. After interrupting too many times, Jo’s hunter friend, Pierce, gave up trying to get between them.

“How do you even know that guy?” A hand gestured back toward the other room where Pierce sat. Dean was sure that the dark headed man could hear him as he spoke. “You should know that not all hunters can be trusted.” Great offense took over Jo’s face. “That’s my friend, you asshole! I’ve worked more cases with him than I ever have with you.” She took a bold step forward and poked a finger into his chest. “He’s a damn good hunter and he’s saved my life a couple times. So you watch how you talk about him.”

Dean’s eyes widened slightly as he scanned her orbs for a moment. A realization struck him, leaving him reeling for a second. Taking a step back from her, he seem flabbergasted. “You’ve slept with him!” The laugh that passed his lips was ill humored and a hand washed down his face. Her features went cold, her body going rigid as her arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t have to say anything for that was all the answer he needed. When a tight pained smile pulled at his lips, she almost felt guilty. “You seriously fucked him?”

“And what does it matter to you who I fuck? I was on my own for months, I’m allowed to let loose from time to time!” Her arms stretched out on either side of her as she practically screamed. The fact that he had the nerve to bitch about her when he got tail whenever he wanted got on her last nerve. Her face was contorted in anger as she carried on even when Dean wanted to say something else. “Pierce is a good guy, a good friend, Dean. He was around when I needed someone. He took me in and took care of me for a while.” “You had me!” Dean suddenly retorted before she could continue. “You had Sam. Hell, you even had Cas. You have a family that wanted to be there for you. You’re the one that ran away!”

“I didn’t run away! Things were different.” Her breath came in pants now, this argument and the emotions it brought up were exhausting. “You were different. Too much changed. We’re not those two crazy kids we used to be before the apocalypse.” There was a heavy weight in Jo’s eyes as she took herself back a step, more distance between them. “I looked into your eyes that first day and I saw someone I didn’t recognize. You’ve been through a lot, Dean, I get it. But the way you looked. There was a darkness in you that scared me. Then when you guys told me the whole story, it made me wonder what i was getting myself into.

She could see that her words cut deep as Dean’s body seemed to be frozen like ice against the floor. A sadness was heavy in his eyes and he could hear his heart beating in his ears. There was a thin layer of glistening moisture in his emerald orbs and Jo took in a sharp breath. “So you left. Because I changed.” The smile at the corner of his mouth was more of a snarl. “That’s what happens, Jo! Time passes. We grow the fuck up!”

“I didn’t get to grow u!” She finally exclaimed with her loudest voice. Dean jolted at the sound and his whole demeanor changed. “I was dead, Dean. For years! I didn’t get to…” Her head hung as the sentence drifted off. She struggled to rain in her emotions before she continued. “I didn’t get to carry on. To be by your side, to watch you, be there for you. I didn’t grow up. I didn’t grow with you.”

A sharp pang of guilt caused a tremor down Dean’s spine. His slack jaw nearly hit the floor at her admission and he had no words. A part of him wanted to run to her, hold her but she wasn’t finished and he was sure at the moment he was the last thing she wanted.

“I don’t blame you. I really don’t. But my time in--” Her eyes lifted in a panic, stopping her sentence, already realizing she had said too much.

Dean’s heart instantly stopped, his eyes locking with hers. She begged frantically with her eyes alone for him to drop it. Tears nearly leaked from her chocolate hues as her hands lifted toward him. “You were in heaven...weren’t you?” The ache in Dean’s chest was nearly crippling, his lungs refusing to take in air.

“I wasn’t going to say anything. Dean, I’m ok with it. I just need adjust, just need--”

His eyes were fierce but pained as he cut her off. “What was it like?” His jaw clenched with his fear of her answer.

She was reluctant to respond, her eyes averting as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. He took a step forward and rested a hand over one of hers catching her eye. When she lifted her gaze, she was shocked at how he had gotten so close so quickly. She swallowed thickly before dropping her eyes to their hands. “As you know, you relive life’s greatest hits. But not just that…” She barely glanced up at him through her lashes, almost ashamed she was about to share this information. “You get to live out your fantasies as well.” Dean held his breath with anxiety as she continued after a defeated sigh. “You were my heaven, Dean.”

At that moment, the hunter’s heart plummeted. He never would have imagined. Her paradise was with him. Her memories were of the times she had with the younger version of him. She got to live out the happy perfect life with someone Dean didn’t even know anymore. He could only imagine how she had pictured him, what he was like in her after death dreams. But he knew he wasn’t like that. She remembered him in better days. The dark broken man he was now was a stranger to her. No wonder she left. He could never live up to that.

“I have to go.” His eyes were distant as he retracted his hand as if her touched burned. Her tiny digits chased him as he stepped away and she was speaking but he couldn’t make out the words through the ringing in his ears. He could feel her clinging to his arm, trying to pull him back to her but she was a blur. He needed to get out of her. He ripped himself from her hold and quickly stomped out the door.

Once out in the fresh air, he could finally breathe again. His hands combed through his hair and his fingers clung to the short strands as his eyes closed. His steps had stopped halfway down the drive and he hung his head back to take a few deep breaths. For a moment, he let calm take him over. But it didn’t last long before he heard the door swing open behind him. An exasperated sigh passed his lips as he dropped his hands to his sides. Emerald orbs opened to gaze at the stars above before his head fell again to turn himself to the person stomping toward him. She was moving at a fast pace, moving with purpose through the gravel. It was almost terrifying.

What he hadn’t expected when she got to him was her grabbing him by the collar and jerking him down to her level. “Now you listen here, Dean Winchester. You don’t get to run away from this.” He conceded with a nod and wide eyes before his hands lifted to wrap around her tiny wrists.

When he had Sam track her phone, he had expected a motel or some dive bar, not an actual house in the suburbs. When she had said a hunter friend, he didn’t expect the tall attractive man that opened the front door. He was nice enough, greeting him with a smile and gladly getting Jo for him. Jo wasn’t as glad to accept his visit.

The arguing started almost immediately and it didn’t take long for them to get into an all out yelling match. Poor Pierce was beyond uncomfortable, excusing himself to the other room after getting yelled at himself a few times. He figured it was best to let them hash it out on their own. He wasn’t a fan of being a topic of discussion, but he didn’t move, just turned the television up more. He just rose to his feet when Dean stormed out and Jo was right behind him. He blinked a few times and made move to follow but Jo quickly shot that idea down. So with a sigh, he gave up and headed upstairs.

Now that Jo had Dean’s undivided attention, she found that instead of having some mind blowing speech rollin goff her tongue, she was breathless having his face so close to hers. The racing of her heart had to have been audible to the whole neighborhood. The pressure of his fingers around her wrists was doing very little to ground her either. He watched her patiently, searching her brown hues for the words she couldn’t say. Which didn’t help her clear her mind at all. She could get lost in those emerald pools, drown in them before she could even put up a fight.

Her eyes closed briefly to allow her to take a deep breath before she finally attempted to speak. There was a stronger resolve in her gaze when she opened her eyes to look at him once again. “You can understand now why I reacted the way I did when I came back. I was ripped out of my heaven and thrown back into this...hell. Without warning. When everything was so different. You were different. It was all just scary and overwhelming. I couldn’t look at you without an ache in my heart. I heard your voice and it felt like a knife in my chest. So I left, yes. But I couldn’t go far from you.”

Her hands moved to cup his face as her features softened. “Then you showed up at the motel. Totally unexpected. At first, it still hurt to be around you but then you let your walls down and I got to see the Dean I used to know. Today was the best day I’ve ever had because you were so happy, so light and I thought maybe…” She wasn’t sure how to continue her thought so she let it drift off.

After a pause, she started again. “But you let me go. No argument. Just told me to take care and drive away. And I was hurt, once again losing that feeling of heaven.” A sweet smile spread after that. “Then you showed up here. In all your angry macho glory, chest all puffed out and everything. And you were all jealous of Pierce.” She chuckled and his lips parted to speak. She silenced him with a finger against his full lips with a grin. She simply shook her head because she knew he had no argument. “I never slept with him.”

Dean’s brows wrinkled in confusion. “But you said--”

“His wife, Diana is a bartender at the saloon around here. She was the one that took me in. She and Pierce have been good to me.” A frown curled her lips now. “She’s sick and so Pierce has been home alone while she’s in the hospital. He’s been going back and forth and he’s wearing himself thing. So he just needed someone to help out. Since I was close, I had to come.” Her thumb rubbed gently against his stubble. “I was going to ask you to come with me. If it makes you feel any better.”

“Now I feel like an idiot.” His words made her laugh, a sound that brought his smile back. He couldn’t maintain the smile for long though once his thoughts took over again. His face turned down into a troubled frown.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know. Trust me, I’ve been there.” Jo commented as her thumbs still moved soothingly over his jaw. “Just don’t pass out on me. I can’t catch you like you could me.” They both laughed softly and Dean noticed his arms had slid around her waist. He wasn’t sure when that had happened but it just felt natural.

“Why did you tell me you slept with him?” Dean finally asked, her hands moving from his face to wrap her arms around his neck.

“I didn’t tell you anything. You assumed. I just didn’t set you straight.” She gave him a crooked grin before Dean rolled his eyes, a smirk of his own growing at the corner of his mouth. “I haven’t been with anyone since I got back.” Her admission was quiet and timid, her eyes watching as her fingers played with his collar.

The smug grin growing on Dean’s face couldn’t be helped and Jo noticed it right away. Her eyes rolled as a smile came across her face, slapping him lightly against the back of the head. He softened then, a hand lifting to run through her hair before tucking it behind her ear. “Neither have I.” This shocked the blonde and Dean laughed at her stunned expression. “Is that so hard to believe?” His smile dropped for a second. “Don’t answer that.” Causing her to giggle again.

“I should probably get back inside.” Her voice was a breathy whisper against his lips. When he had drawn his face so close, she couldn’t tell but she felt him suck the air from her lungs. His arms had tightened around her and brought her impossibly tight against him, her body molding perfectly against his as if they were made for each other. Though her words said she should walk away, her lips had other ideas. Her face leaned in slowly as she still tried to fight against his magnetic pull. His smug grin hadn’t left and she could feel it the moment he closed the gap and slanted his lips against hers.

They had shared a couple kisses in their lifetime but nothing could compare to this one. It washed away fears and doubts, it expressed everything they couldn’t put into words. It healed wounds and soothed aches. It was overwhelming and intense and yet calming and passionate. It wasn’t rushed or hard, just two mouths learning each other, moving in sync. Hums and moans vibrated against their mouths and Jo’s arms tightened around his neck when he felt her lifting her feet from the ground. She giggled against his lips as she kicked her legs backwards as he leaned back a bit. The kiss broke when they were both breathless and laughing.

Feet finally back on the ground, she ran her fingers through his hair and smiled lovingly up at him. “Go home. Get some rest. I’ll be back in a couple days.” Her hands slid down his face and she gave him a quick peck on the lips to silence his disputes. “I’ll apologize to Pierce for ya.” She backed away, his hands holding hers as she moved toward the house. “Don’t give me that look. Go before I get my shotgun.”

He laughed with a shake of his head but as much as he didn’t want to go, he knew she needed time with her friends. At least she was coming home. With a quick jerk, he pulled her back against him to plant a deep kiss against her mouth which she immediately melted into with a content hum. “What is that flavor by the way?” He asked when he pulled away again, licking his lips.

The smug grin had transferred to her face as she let go of him and turned around. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she winked. “It’s cherry pie lip balm.” The hunter practically swooned and she giggled at his dramatic gesture. “Bye, Princess. I’ll call you later, ok?” She made a show of walking away, putting some extra pep in her step and sway in her hips.

He watched with a face splitting smile until she waved and disappeared back into the house. Letting out a pleasant sigh, he threw his keys up in the air, and then caught them as he turned toward the Impala. He had never been happier.