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huitzilinthebudgie3 · 1 year ago

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Un Dia Mal :

Chapter 2: The hole in space

Summary : Part 2

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Recap :

“It’s not set in stone , little worm. You’d be surprised…what one word can do” she sniffled at that as tears welled up in her eyes “Why can’t i do shit right” she huffed wiping her eyes angrily “Sometimes i wonder if life would be easier for them without me…” she murmured as she shuffled to lean against the old birds legs as he patted her head in a affectionate pet kind of way “I assure you it wouldn’t” she snorted “How do you know..oh great spirit guide” she huffed “I just get in the way….i bet there wasn’t even a party with me. They were probably like ‘oh shit…one escaped the condom’ “ she huffed as the bird made a distressed noise “You are -something else , little bug” she shrugged “Normals boring…tried it when i was born…didn’t like it……” she chuckled as the bird smiled “Now wake up” she jolted up in her bed half asleep as she glanced around in pain as she stared at the wound on her palm from the dogs necklace….before screaming at the giant glowing canary eyes.

Part 2 of Un Dia Mal…

Recap :

Y/n panted as their was a sudden hand covering her mouth as her parents practically bushed down the door.

The glowing yellow canary eyes glowed softly as the being screamed in response "Shhh…they can't see me…we'll talk when they're gone" the dog looking being said before disappearing.

'Don't tell them you can see me…or else' the being smirked as its large sharp ears stood tall atop it's canine head , as she gulped. She jumped as her Dad burst into the room with a bat with a sock on the end as her mother ran in with whatever had been close in range ..which happened to be a pan as they looked around wildly “What happened N/n (Nickname/Little bug) ?” Y/n panted wildly “Oh..uhhh uh…fell asleep” she smiled sheepishly. As her parents hummed a bit awkwardly “Little bug…” Layla started before sitting on the edge of her bed “Are you okay ?” she asked softly as…Y/n thought briefly of her crazy day as the amulet burned her and tightened around her arm as she suddenly noticed it was digging into her palm as she winced .

Her mother…having been in the middle of a probably good inspirational speech quirked a brow “You okay , little bug ?” she winced “Oh yeah” she said her hand going under the blanket “You hand “ her mom stated without any room for argument as her Dad winced “Damn…and i thought my room was messy …and i was a boy” Layla snorted at Marcs words “She is your daughter , love” she huffed as her father hummed “I thought we concluded she was , Stevens” he smiled as Y/n huffed in annoyance “My rooms clean ! No dirty plates just-” Layla chuckled “Dirty clothes everywhere ... .I swear sometimes…you are the perfect carbon copy of your father…” she smiled, caressing her face affectionately “Hand” Y/n quirked a brow as she squirmed away, keeping her arm away …but…sadly…

Her Mom was not one for playing as she targeted Y/n’s known weakness….her

sides. As she giggled her mother tickling her weak spots as she squealed trying to twist away as her mother frowned "How'd you cut yourself this deep ? And how are you so…" Layla frowned, sighing in frustration "C'mon…Marc get the first aid kit and meet us in the bathroom" she called as Y/n was practically dragged to the bathroom.

Y/n yawned sleepily as her mother inspected it "This is deep…how'd you do it ?" She shrugged "i had a shitty day..i tried telling you guys " she sighed before jumping briefly as bright canary eyes met her gaze in the mirror 'They cannot hear or see me…you see we share a bond…i'm indebted to you young one…and you've passed on of my tests for an avatar…a guardian !' the disembodied voice rumbled as she glanced at her Mom..who was in the middle of saying something that warranted a kiss on her cheek "You know baby…this baby…it…" she sighed "We love you very much…and your Dad realized how it might look…and it's not that" she reassured "It's not a replacement or ….." she zoned out again as the dog head thing flicked a ear 'Seems like they have conflicting emotions concerning you ..' the creature said it's fangs peeking out of it's grinning face.

Y/n was drawn out of her non-focus as her Dad hugged her….something that drew conflicting emotions….as it was meant to comfort but…it wasn't common for either of them.

"Wait…so you guys had a party…and-" she gulped "Because you guys don't want me to feel like i'm being replaced and…or like this is " she sighed "This feels an awful lot like that it is what is happening and your trying to buy my silence" she glared crossing her arms as both of her parents stayed silent before her father spoke up "Baby , that's not-" she glared "I'm ..i." she walked away "I have one of miguel's textbooks…i must've grabbed it by accident..i'm gonna go drop it off" she sighed softly.

*20 mins later*

Miguel met her after a text as he was having his own issues.

"Can you fucking believe it ?! He took my mom's pay check and gambled it away!" Miguel huffed as he kicked a can of beer on the roof of their building. He was drinking like usual ...when he got into his step-dads stash as she sighed "I'm sorry , miggy. ……My mom's pregnant" she said flatly "And they threw a party! So i wouldn't get the wrong idea" she frowned deeply "…and they're gonna be around more now." Miguel curled a brow at that "Damn ... .you know…it's not the worst thing…you've got 2 years left…then we can do whatever we want" he chuckled.

"I've got 1 year left and I'm leaving ! I'm getting my own apartment and I'm gonna have a better car!" He smiled "And I'm bringing my mom and my little brother…we'll be happier without that douchebag" he sighed "And if you want…you can come too. You're already one of us , no? No dealing with that possibly annoying ass sibling" he smiled reassuringly .

Y/n was laying with Miguel on the roof..who had fallen asleep because his Step-Father had kicked him out for fighting about taking and gambling away his moms money. So sometimes…when her parents weren't home , she'd let him stay with her in the lonely and quiet apartment. And one thing that was always guaranteed was that Miguel always fell asleep with her…holding her to his chest. Which when they were younger was harmless…but now…becoming older…and their bodies changing it was different.

She felt a confusing amount of mixed emotions for her best-friend. Today he'd cried…after venting about everything his step-father had done…how he'd beat him for actually trying to stand up to him. And Y/n felt bad earlier for bringing up her petty reasons for being mad at her parents…at least they didn't do that to her…they were absent at times but never cruel.

So she'd offered her support and affection by holding him and saying nothing as he let it out.

He'd fallen asleep like that as she dozed off………

The Morning

Y/n woke up to a start as her Dad glared at her "Seriously ? You stayed out all night with a boy?!" She glared at that as he marched her to the stairs "Baby girl ! You know better ! Boys are just in it for one thing and-" she glared "Dad..it's not like that Miguel's my best-friend ! He lives next door too…he had a rough night!" She reasoned walking into their apartment.

Her mother was cooking breakfast as Her father chose not to drop it "I get that …and that's nice…but you have to be careful ! He's older than you and -" she was getting frustrated "Dad! It's not -Miguel..he has problems at home and-" her father wasn't having it "Don't get an attitude! We were worried sick ! You were gone all night with him ! I was a kid like that and I don't want you getting mixed up in that. I get you wanting to help but…you never know- and we don't need you-...and we're not always home to watch out or …just because his parents don't care" he sighed "Marc-" her mom spoke up in warning as Y/n tensed at that.

"We're gonna have a baby …baby girl. We can't-....... you need to focus on school and-" her mother glared "Marc!!!"

"Wait…you think…" she paused at that…in anger and betrayal "You think i'm-....he has a girlfriend ... .you really" She sighed "Your one to talk ! You both are hardly home ! And you're gonna have a baby…maybe you'll actually love it and stay for it ! You won't leave for months at a time…....don't let me get in your way. I know it was an accident but you don't have to rub it in" she snapped as she stomped away and got ready….

She exited her room to see her father getting lectured as they stopped talking. "Baby , your Dad has something to say" she said nothing "I'll see ya later mom…dad…maybe you'll be home. If not …i'll see you whenever the baby is born" she huffed grabbing her backpack and leaving for school.

The walk to school hurt…she didn't mean it all but at the same time she did. It was confusing as the voice returned 'That was brutal' the now clearer being walked beside her…it had the smooth head of a dog/jackal and the body of a woman as it flicked its ears 'Parents…am i right?' She chuckled softly as Y/n sighed softly 'not in the mood doggy' she huffed.

The creature paused tilting her head 'Oh ? I'm sure you could use a distraction…no?' The being smiled…it's sharp teeth on display 'Besides i have to explain our bond and terms of agreement' she chimed in a sing-songy voice.

As Y/n kept walking 'Sorry…not looking for a job' she huffed .

The dog was not deterred and kept bugging her 'C'mon kid! Let's talk shop! You work for me and I'll give you whatever your little heart desires ' Y/n quirked a brow 'Uhh no thanks. Sounds way too good to be true..and like low-key slavery….my spirit guide also warned me' the dog being snorted as she pouted 'And you're gonna listen to him?! Y/n rolled her eyes.

'He's my homie ! He used to give me cookies!!!' The dog growled in response 'I can give you cookies ! Just agree to help me!' She snarled 'Nah…sounds like too much work' Y/n giggled.

Eventually the being got annoyed and when she stopped to go potty and ended up staring at a swirling portal before her. She stared at the canine, arms crossed over her chest "Really?" She huffed.It only smiled gesturing for her to enter "Osiris himself has asked for your presence darling" she purred as she shoved her into the swirling mess of light.

On the other side of the portal Y/n was met by the Floor. As she fell face first into the hard sandy floor of a……….a….. ancient temple as the canine being walked through giggling . And was met imposing forms of human/animal hybrids.

As they presented themselves as the Ancient Egyptian Gods …….the ones her father Steven and her mother often told her of.

As the dog being glared silently at the council as the large man with crossed arms and teal skin sat on a throne as he glared down at her …she wasn’t sure what this avatar business as the being reached out and pulled her heart out of her chest as she stared in horror before the world went black around her……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

End Notes : Thank you for reading , let me know if you like it. Like always have a good day/night :) The Whole in space

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south-of-heaven · 11 months ago

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AJ Styles x young daughter reader please. If possible maybe she is backstage with him helping other wrestler with their injuries like giving them silly little band aids or giving them ice like she does with him

Better || AJ Styles x Daughter!Reader

Summary: AJ doesn't want you to bother Mia when she's hurt. Mia doesn't mind the company.

The bright lights of the arena dazzled as you stood backstage, the distant roar of the crowd still echoing in the air. Tonight, it was just you and your Dad, AJ Styles. You'd been to events with him before, but never without your Mom around.

After the show, AJ found you in the locker room, his face a mix of exhaustion and concern. "Hey, sweetheart," he greeted, bending down to your level. "I've got to check on Mia in the medical area. Wanna come with me?"

You nodded, and soon enough, you were in the medical area. There, you found Mia, a member of the O.C, wincing in pain. AJ hesitated, torn between wanting to stay with Mia and not leaving me alone.

You climbed up on one of the examination tables, watching as AJ tried to figure out what to do. "Daddy, Mia looks really hurt," You said, your concern matching his.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I know, sweetheart. I just don't want you to bother her when she's hurt. It's not a good time."

But you wanted to help somehow. You dug into your bag and pulled out a My Little Pony band-aid. Looking up at AJ with determination, you said, "Maybe this will make her feel better."

AJ's eyes widened, and he tried to stop you from climbing onto the table, fearing you might inconvenience Mia. However, Mia, despite her pain, smiled warmly and gestured for you to join her.

"Hey there, little one," Mia greeted, and you carefully reached out to place the band-aid on her injured arm. "Thanks, that's really sweet of you."

AJ hovered nearby, his worry evident, but Mia assured him, "It's okay, man. I could use some company up here."

You chatted with Mia, doing your best to bring a smile to her face. And as you sat there, surrounded by the hum of the medical area, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that even in a small way, you made someone's pain a little more bearable.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #aj styles x reader #aj styles imagine #aj styles x daughter!reader #daughter!reader

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hanjizung · 3 years ago

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♡ Engaged for Christmas ♡

Lee Minho x Reader

Word count: 10.3K

♡ Warnings ♡: Fake dating AU! Drama, jealousy, strong language (swearing), a lot of overthinking, O.C. (Y/N's mother.) & smut content; fingering, breeding kink, overstimulation, creampie, praising kink, slight possession kink.

A/n: Hellooooo! Happy belated Christmas and New Years Eve my loves. I am here to finally post this holiday themed fic that i had saved in the wips for some time ago, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i liked writing it, if anyone has any comments about this id love to hear, my ask box is always open, and finally, i wish a merry 2022 to all of you. ♡

Oh, the holidays.

The dates when people spent a lot of time with their families and shared what they went through during the year; their ups and downs, their achievements and the challenges they had to face to get just where they were.

A lot of loving memories were created during these cold months of the year, and it was beautiful. A certain beauty that couldn’t really be explained, it was a time to indulge in the luxuries that life had to offer, also adding fancy parties, expensive clothes and delicious food to the mix. A perfect recipe to share happiness and good news with the rest of the family.

Yeah, you always reunited with your family for the holidays, but something clicked inside your mind making your brain explode that day back in November when your mother announced that she would, in fact, be visiting you to spend the holidays with you like every year.

You panicked horribly when you remembered the lie you had told her and the way she misunderstood you, choking on your coffee during brunch with a few of your friends who looked at you alarmed. Quickly, one of them patted your back to help you while your mother asked you if something was wrong with her stay at your house from the other line.

"Sorry, mom, I've got to go, something happened at work but I promise I'll call you later" you said in a rush, hanging up without giving her a chance to say anything else, a little panic still running through your veins.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" your freckled friend asked, his face contorted with worry, eyes furrowed and sitting straight. Him and the other blond were waiting for you to say something that could explain why you just had spat out your favorite drink after hearing the confirmation of the annual visit.

"My mom is coming for the holidays…" you answered. They remained quiet, waiting for you to continue with what you seemed to have an issue with.

"I told her I had been dating someone and she believed me, she was so happy to know I had someone so I couldn't tell her that was fake… but that was like eight months ago! the last time we talked about it she mistook my breakup as a proposal so she… She thinks I'm engaged" you finished, face on your hands not wanting to look at the faces of your best friends.

You were done. You knew you had to tell her the truth since your initial plan of meeting someone and having something serious where they could help you out and pretend that your words were true had failed, and failed by far just seeing how close you were getting to the holiday season again, but more precisely, to your mother visiting you for 2 whole weeks.

To put it simply, you were fucked.

“But why don’t you tell her you broke up with Chan? Certainly, she wouldn’t mind if you told her that” Felix asked, taking a sip of his strawberry milkshake. You smiled at him, knowing he was trying hard to understand your frustration.

“My mom thinks I’m at the right moment to find someone I can be stable with, she just wants the best for me since my dad died. I don’t- I know that lying is bad, but I don’t have the heart to tell her the truth.” Both men in front of you nodded, looking at nowhere and staying silent again, probably thinking on what to tell you.

"Now I understand your frustration. That's a big problem, Y/N. If you want my opinion, I´d say that you're pretty much fucked… Unless…" Hyunjin said, getting your attention. You knew that tone, he had an idea, but knowing him it would probably end up badly.

"I mean, there could be a solution for that, right? You can hire someone to be your fake fiancé while your mom is here!" Felix said, hand holding his chin while he talked. He was improvising what he was saying, obviously, because that plan made no sense.

"I think I know…" Hyunjin started talking, but took his drink and stopped abruptly.

You shared a puzzled look with Felix, but Hyunjin's explanation died when a hand on your shoulder let you know that the last one of your friends had reunited with you.

"Hey, all of you arrived earlier. Luckily I haven't missed much, right?" That familiar voice came from behind you, making you roll your eyes and turn around to greet your beloved friend and favorite cat owner.

“Nah, Y/N was just telling us about a problem she had, involving her mother,” Felix explained, smiling and scooting on his seat to make space for Minho to sit down next to him. You ate a bite of your food, letting Felix explain what you had told him and Hyunjin just seconds before Minho walked in.

“Maybe you could help her...” Hyunjin suggested, shrugging when you threw him daggers with your eyes at him for saying that, like you needed Minho to pick up something from the highest shelves for you.

“What do you need me for, stinky?” Minho asked nonchalantly. Felix and Hyunjin’s attention focused on you to see if you would actually tell him to help you or not and intervene themselves to propose the crazy idea to their older friend.

“You to pretend that you’re my fiancé while my mom is visiting” you answered, voice low and looking at your plate already hearing in your head how he would laugh and tell you no, but the melodious sound of his laugh never came, and curiosity won over you and when you looked at him, he seemed to be actually thinking about it.

“What’s in it for me if I help you out?” he asked, relaxing in his seat and raising a brow.

“The satisfaction of helping a friend…?” This time, he did laugh at your answer, Hyunjin and Felix cracking a smile of their own at your silly answer. Minho rolled his eyes, jokingly annoyed at your response.

"Just that?" he asked, trying to convince you to pay him better for what you (encouraged by Felix and Hyunjin) had just asked him to do.

"I'll pay for your food today, is that better?" he made a face indicating that he was half pleased with what you said, making you stare at nowhere while you thought of something else. "Hmm, I guess that if you help me you can have dinner at my house on Christmas."

"That's already obvious, Y/N. If we're engaged I would have to be there anyway. Do you have anything else to offer? Your promises… aren't tempting for me to help you out," this time, you rolled your eyes while he called for a waitress and ordered what he usually ate during brunch with the three of you.

"Hyunjin, what would you ask for if you had to play pretend in a situation like this?" Felix asked, getting everyone's attention. The mentioned shrugged, placing his elbows on the table and humming while he thought of something to say, much like you who was still thinking on what to offer.

"I dunno, I think I would ask for a skin treatment. There's one that I really want and it's kind of expensive. What would you want to help someone like this, Lix?" the youngest shook his head, giving no answer right when the waitress brought the last order.

"Their prices aren't too high, Y/N. Why didn't you ask them for help? Do you really wanna kiss me that badly under the mistletoe in front of your mom?" Minho laughed, taking a bite of his food when he stopped smiling.

"Because she already knows them, Hyunjin from college and Felix… well, we've known each other since we were babies, almost," you paused, looking at Felix with a fond smile. He returned the gesture, and you continued. "She has asked me if I like Hyunjin before, but I made sure to tell her that I don't want anything with him, besides a friendship, and honestly I would never ask Felix to do this because he's like a brother to me. You're the only option I have left, with your attitude, I could kiss you and I just know that nothing would be awkward after," he hummed, agreeing along with Hyunjin who was silently nodding his head at your side, the chill music of the restaurant you were in danced through the silence that reigned your table.

“Watch my favorite movie with me and I'll help you," Minho broke the silence. You wanted to groan, tell him 'not that stupid cats movie' but you really had no choice, it was either pay that price by watching that awful movie (and paying for his food today, too), or interview a lot of strangers in a row to find a fake fiancé, which was a last resort and you didn't want to use that last resort.

Biting your lip and with your eyes closed tightly, you finally let out a sigh. "Fine, but we must make some rules, got it? I'm free this weekend, you can stop by my house and we can talk more about it," you spoke, everyone's eyes on you. "Felix, Hyunjin, the two of you are witnesses to the determinate payment, alright?" Both of them nodded, and that was the last point of this new agreement.

Brunch proceeded as normally, Felix excitedly told you about how the kids at his taekwondo were so skilled, and Hyunjin also shared pictures of the last paintings he had done.

Minho, on the other hand, was more quiet than usual. The blonds hadn't noticed, he still answered and joked around, but you knew there was something up with him, you only hoped that he wasn't thinking of stepping back and leaving you alone.

The rest of the week passed by almost as fast as that weekly brunch with them. It was almost dinner time when the bell rang and when you opened the door, a smiling Minho holding a pizza appeared. He greeted you like he always did, and then the two of you sat on the couch, like a normal movie night, except that your other friends weren't there.

"So," he started. You chewed your piece of pizza, waiting for him to continue. "Fiancé, huh? What does that title include?"

"See, this is why you were the best option! Going straight to the point," you laughed, pretending to be hurt when he playfully kicked you softly from across the couch.

"Well, first you're gonna have to move him temporarily, then we'll have to get a ring, and when you're with my mother I suppose that we could hug and kiss, you know? To sell the whole act, of course. Are you against anything?" you asked, waiting for him to say something. He shook his head from side to side, finishing the resting pizza on his hand.

"Nah, I'm cool with all of that. I'm sure your mother will love me, she'll tell you how happy she is that you're marrying me for sure," he smirked, making you roll your eyes. You wanted to believe that he was right about your mom loving him, and also wishing that she would buy the act.

"When does she arrive?" his voice brought you back to reality, brain suddenly stopping the countless possible scenarios that this 'engagement' could develop, blinking two times before finally focusing on him, who was looking a little concerned about you disassociating for a bit.

"On the 20th, she's leaving the 3rd. You aren't working during those days, right?"

"No, I'm free from the 18th until the 5th, I could bring some things during the day after work, just leave me a pair of keys in case you aren't here," he shrugged, returning his attention to whatever movie it was that you stopped the channels to watch. Something Christmassy, judging by the snowy and cold looking scenario the gorgeous blonde was situated in.

"I'll give them to you next brunch, I'd give them to you right now but I don't have a spare key, sorry," he hummed that it was okay, and the conversation about the topic died right there, talking instead of whatever wandered in your head. It was something you really liked about Minho's company, being able to talk about all and nothing at the same time.

His presence became normal to you after Tuesday, when you did give him the keys he had asked of you. Minho walked into your little house everyday after 7 pm carrying bags with his stuff inside them, he would stick around for a bit until he yawned and then you would tell him to go home and rest. "Save your energy so you can act better when my mom is here," you would tell him with a laugh.

Eventually, he stopped going to work, spending time in the comfort of his own home until the 20th, the day where it all would begin for the little act you had compromised to.

He arrived way earlier than usual, opening the door to find you in the middle of brushing your hair. When you asked him what he was doing there, he answered "I forgot what time you told me your mom was arriving," he said, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV like it was his own house.

Well, technically, it was his house too. Temporarily, but still, it counted. You had no right to complain.

Hours later, he was driving past a drive thru with three hot beverages, you arrived just in time for your mother's flight landing, looking at all the passengers passing by with their suitcases with Minho by your side; anxiety filled your body, making you fidget with your hands.

You guessed that your 'fiancé' got tired of you doing that, because he took your hand unexpectedly, looking you in the eyes with his relaxing ones. There was no need to speak more words, an exchange of unspoken thoughts between the two of you calming you down, and then he wrapped his arms around you, gently.

It was a quick, warm hug. Not too long, but enough for it to make you smile. He did as well, assuring you that everything would go alright, and the mere moment you separated from him, hand still on his, the figure of your mother appeared.

"Y/N! My darling, there you are," she called, announcing herself before you and Minho. She had a large suitcase behind her, next to her a strange man wearing the airport's uniform with an equally large suitcase in his hand, the same color as your mother's.

"Hi, mom. How was your flight?" you politely asked, hugging her while Minho took care of the suitcase the stranger was carrying.

"It was normal, all good, my love. I'm happy to see you," she smiled at you, the emotion clear in her eyes. Then, Minho stood next to you, and he seemed to grab your mother's attention.

"Oh, you must be Chan, right? I'm Y/N's mom, I'm so glad to finally meet you," she hugged him, squeezing Minho in her arms. His expression made you bite your lip to hold the giggles that her mistake caused.

"Mom, this is Minho. Bang Chan and I broke up… some time ago. He helped me through those dark times, along with Felix and Hyunjin, and well, he's my fiancé," you explained, showing her the (cheap) engagement ring you and he went looking for. It was surprisingly pretty, for how cheap it cost you.

Your mother's wrinkly hand took yours, examining the ring while she let out a surprised gasp. "Oh, at least you are engaged, my love. I'd love to see you get married some day, especially if your husband will be as handsome as him!"

At this point, you were a little embarrassed from standing at the same spot there in the airport, so you took her hand and started walking to the parking lot, Minho carrying both suitcases and walking behind you while you told your mom the story that both you and him had taken the time to make up from a tiny bit of truth.

"We've known each other from my first job some years ago, and we stayed in contact after I left it, then I started dating Chan and stayed distant from friends for a while until I broke up with him and suddenly, my happiness was being near Minho, he made everything better. My days became brighter after he confessed, and… Well, we trust and know each other, so we got engaged right away," you explained the whole story, holding Minho's arm for dramatic effect as you finally arrived at the parking lot. Your mother's expression was very… pintoresc, to call it something.

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, then tried a second time but she only looked like a fish, blinking with her eyes wide open and simply murmuring a very honest wow, and Minho moved to kiss your cheek, leaving your side to put the luggage in the trunk.

"Oh, well, life… is complex. Congratulations, my darling, I have yet to give you my engagement gift," you heard her say, hugging you quickly and then hopping in the back seat.

"Come on mother, let's go home. You should rest a little after such a long flight," you said, getting in the co-pilot's seat and waiting for your fake fiancé to start the car.

The fright of the first day of your mother staying at your place –along with Minho, who had never stayed to sleep besides stating for very long– disappeared when she commented on how natural it felt for the two of you to be together. That went according to plan, and just like you had reasoned with him beforehand, 'we don't have to act differently, just some kisses and hugs, maybe even hand holding,' and he agreed to those terms with a quick nod. The whole act wasn't entirely a lie, it was true that you liked his company, and that he didn't mind yours at all. You almost felt bad that she believed you, but also happy because at least she thought that you were happy with Minho.

"Darling, I'm going to sleep. We can decorate the tree tomorrow, have a good night you two," she announced, standing up from the couch with the book she was reading in hand, making her way to the guest room, and finally, it was just you and him.

"Do you wanna go to bed too?" you shook a leg that was resting on Minho's lap to get his attention. His body visibly tensed for a second, but he was sure to play it cool for you to not say anything. You wondered what it was that made him anxious.

"It's pretty late, that would be a good idea," he answered, watching you remove the blanket from your legs and stand up, doing the same and following you to your room.

"Are we sharing a bed, or are you making me sleep on the floor?" he asked, observing the large bed in the middle of the room. You laughed in response.

"Don't be silly, Minho! You'll be sleeping on bedspreads, not the floor, I'm not a monster," you joked, finding his disgusted expression funny. "We're sharing the bed, stupid. Now, hurry and put on your pajamas and join me so I can turn the light off, or stay in the living room if you wanna be illuminated, I'm surprisingly tired."

He laughed, but he followed your first instructions and put on more comfortable clothes.

You usually slept right in the middle of the bed. It was more freeing, taking up as much space as you wanted because it was only you and no one else in your little cozy home, but now that you had to share, it wasn't uncomfortable at all. It was Minho who was at your side, and not some random man you met at a random bar at questionable hours, nor was it your ex, who had done unspeakable and such sinful things to you in this same bed. No, it was just Minho, and knowing that you would share one of your favorite places with him, it felt intimate.

Like when you're a teen and it's the first time you're sleeping with the one you love, or when you're a kid and having a first sleepover. It was a different kind of affection, a unique one.

The next morning Minho was the first one to wake up, weirded out from the surroundings his eye caught until he remembered his whole name, who you were and where he was. Your body rested next to his, hair everywhere as you breathed soundly, dreaming of God knows what and looking oh so peaceful. He spent some time looking at you like an idiot, heart shrinking when he realized that maybe he wouldn't be strong enough to drown the feelings he started developing for you a while ago.

The only thing out of the normal you had done yet was hold hands and sleep together and he was already falling extra harder for you. He was sure that the moment your lips touched his own he would be singing victory in his head for days.

'Get it together, man' was what he thought to himself before walking to the bathroom and washing his face to help as a reminder that it was all fake, and that you weren't a real couple.

He made his way to the kitchen, exploring the cabinets full of food he grew familiar with when he visited to drop his belongings after work, and pulled out everything to prepare breakfast, more than to gain points with your mother because he needed the distraction, turning on the stove and the TV to work as background noise and not pay attention to the voice in his head.

At some point, your mother walked into the kitchen greeting Minho, offering to help prepare coffee and hot chocolate, to which he had to agree because she insisted on doing something for the breakfast.

When you walked into the kitchen, messy hair and unfixed clothes, you got scared at first with the noise from a movie and the chattering between your mother and your friend, expression changing when you remembered what he was there for, thanks to your mother greeting you with her cheery voice.

"Good morning, honey. I made pancakes, serve yourself," Minho greeted you, the sudden pet name coming from him repeating itself in your head. It didn't make you uncomfortable, but it took you unprepared to hear him say it. You would never have expected him to be so… nice, to his partners.

"Thank you, Min," you answered, automatically grabbing a plate and sitting with your mom, the three of you enjoying a delicious breakfast while discussing the plans for the day, agreeing on showing your mother around the city. She was delighted to hear that.

The following day went the same; Minho woke up earlier than you, he regretted his life choices, proceeded to wash his face to try and give himself reasonable thoughts, deciding to keep the act because he would not break the deal you two agreed on, and then distract himself cooking. Then, your mother would walk into the kitchen and they would talk for a bit.

Minho discovered that she loved to talk about you, even running to her temporary room to take the family album to accompany the stories she retelled with pictures, it was very sweet, and to be honest Minho wa more than glad to listen to her, learning new details about you that he wouldn't be able to hear from you ever. Your mother's laugh along with Minho's was something you got used to hearing when you walked into the kitchen to see them having breakfast. Just like he had predicted, your mother was loving him.

"Love, I will be going out today, do we need something for tomorrow's dinner? I can bring it later," he said later that day, already dressed and almost fully ready to go out. You remembered that he had told you about visiting a few friends before Christmas, saying that it could help you and your mom have private time to talk.

"I don't think so, honey, but if I remember something I'll let you know. Mom and I will probably go out later as well, alright? I'll text you, have fun with your friends," you responded, walking up to him and kissing his cheek dangerously close to the lips.

"Okay, darling, I'll be leaving. Have fun you two, see you later," he rushiedly said, taking his coat and walking out like he was being chased,making your mother giggle and saying that the two of you looked like a married couple already, your cheeks heating up and stuttering trying to change the topic of conversation.

Hours laters you were sitting in a coffee shop with your mom, bags in your hands and smiles on your faces, you had already ordered and were enjoying the moment, when suddenly your mother got your attention.

"You know, sweetheart, Minho is a very nice guy, I can truly feel that he likes you, and that you have a healthy relationship. Back in my day, your father and I had to wait until we got married to live together, but I see you and him and it makes me happy that you're together, baby. I noticed the way he looks at you, and how when you move, he's waiting for you to do something. That's the definition of head over heels, if I've ever seen one," she laughed, taking a pause when your drinks were finally delivered.

"There's no doubt that your marriage will be successful, and even if I know that you don't need it, you have my blessing. I'm so happy for you, my love, that you found him," and with a sip to her coffee, she finished her train of thought about Minho.

You were at loss or words, completely oblivious to everything she had told you, after all, you and him were only friends, right?

You thanked her, as she seemed to be genuinely honest about her thoughts and observations. Maybe you would start being more precautious about his behavior around you, after all, maybe your mother had that innate instinct like all the other mothers have about their children's relationships.

That conversation left you thinking. What game exactly was he playing? Maybe faking this was like a free trial to see what a relationship with you was all about in the case that he actually liked you, and was in love with you. Maybe you were asking too much of him, maybe it would be good to try for a real relationship with him, after all, you chose him as fake fiance, so why not give it a chance, and start being more affectionate, give him a taste of what he wants, show him your true colors when you're in love.

When you arrived home, Minho was already there, apron on and preparing dinner to be served.

"Hey, honey, we're home! How did it go today, how is Jisung?" you greeted, throwing your bags onto the couch and hugging him, grabbing his face and kissing him sweetly in the noise, leaving a blushing Minho stuttering as he answered.

Your mother, still on the door, saw the whole scene and laughed, announcing that she was going to change to get more comfortable, taking some of the bags to her room with her.

"I had a nice day with him, he's alright. He asked how you were too, actually, and wanted to know how I was doing. We caught up with a lot of things. How was your evening today? Did something interesting happen?" he asked, shimmying away from your hold and occupying himself making food. You enjoyed seeing him so flustered.

"We can start decorating the tree after dinner, how does that sound?" you asked, taking a peak to whatever it was he was cooking. He agreed, and soon your mother joined you, asking you to get the family ornaments to have them ready to decorate.

Time flew and a couple hours later, the three of you were all staring at the big tree with tiny lights that danced when they turned on and off rhythmically, you sitting in the middle between your mom and fake lover. You looked at your mother with a fond smile, proud of what you had done in a few hours, and then placed a hand on Minho's thigh, excitedly grinning in content for the holiday spirit, him returning an honest smile as well.

"Alright, lovebirds, I will be leaving to sleep. I need to get up early to prepare the grand dinner. Have a good night you two, see you tomorrow," your mom announced, breaking the little moment between you and him, both turning to look at her a little embarrassed but telling her goodbye at the same time, being left alone after the sound of her door closing.

"We should be going to sleep too," you suggested, standing up and stretching a little bit. Minho nodded and copied you, allowing you to enter your own room before he picked up his pajamas and went to the bathroom, while you changed there.

While putting on your own comfy sweatpants, you wondered how different it would be when he left. The new routine the two of you invented made you feel closer to him, even if much time hadn't passed yet, you liked knowing that he was there for you, next to you in the large bed that no longer felt too empty for you.

Smiling tiredly at you from the bathroom door, Minho made his way to the other side and sat down, waiting for you to give him the signal to turn off the light, and when you did give it to him and he got comfy under the blankets, you shimmied closer to him, hugging his torso and rubbing your cold nose in his chest, a clueless Minho staying still and completely surprised. "W-what are you doing?"

"Shhh, I'm cold and you're warm. Good night," you replied, eyes closed but dangerously anxious to open and see how he was looking at you.

Much to your surprise, he sighed, but pushed the two of you to the middle of the bed and cuddled you properly, now making it your turn to get flustered and a little shy, but saying nothing and letting him move you as he preferred.

"Are you comfy like this?" he quietly asked after he stopped shifting in the bed. You hummed, not trusting yourself to speak a word. "Good night, wifey," he said in a yawn, then silence governed your dark room and in that moment everything felt right to you. Then, you fell deeply asleep with a sensation of fullness in your heart.

When the first sun rays entered through your curtains, the spot in the bed where Minho slept was unoccupied, like almost every morning. You sat in the bed, looking for him, and you did find him looking out the window, his back facing you, shoulders tense and with a focused face, like he was thinking too hard.

"Good morning, Min" you whispered, standing up and passing your arms around his waist, hugging him. He placed his hands above yours, corresponding to your gesture.

"Happy Christmas eve, Y/N," he finally said.

"Happy Christmas eve," you repeated, kissing a spot near his neck, then you let him go to walk out of the room, telling him that you would be helping your mom, who was listening to carols in the kitchen.

He saw you walk away from him, the mention of your mother waking him up from the little perfect fantasy he built in his head. "Right, you should help her," he said before you walked out. "After all, we're only doing this for her," he sighed in disappointment, bitter because none of the things you were doing were really true, and it was affecting him more than he would've liked to admit.

Eventually, he walked into the kitchen as well, ready to help prepare dinner. You started very early, getting ready to take pictures in the evening and finishing the night with a Christmas movie marathon, not paying too much attention to the movie and instead looking at your mother who was telling Minho every detail of your childhood whenever something showing on the screen reminded her of you; you apologized to him with a look, but he laughed it off saying that he was always happy to listen to your mom, even asking her more things in the middle of his stories, saying that he 'knew something like this would happen' and that 'the more I know about Y/N, the more I love her', making your mom smile with hearts in her eyes, his laugh getting louder the moment you punched his shoulder in annoyance of him encouraging your mother.

The bell rang at midnight, letting all of you know that Christmas had officially started, followed by the three of you standing up to share a big, tight hug and then your mother running to get the gifts she brought, Minho and you looking at each other in silence, sitting down with a shy smile on your faces while you waited for her to come back with said presents.

"This one is for Y/N, and Minho, you get the purple one," she announce, handing each of you a box; yours was small in size, wrapped in a red paper with Santa hats everywhere and Minho's was slightly bigger, reindeers decorating the purple background of the purple wrapping paper.

Deciding to open yours first (encouraged by both your mother and fake fiancé) inside the box there was a gold necklace, earring accompanied the delicate jewelry, blue gems shining in the middle of the box. You gasped in surprise, hugging your mom as Minho took a picture with your phone of the sweet moment.

Next, it was his turn to open the gift your mom got. You were genuinely curious to what it could be, as she had acquired it without you knowing or even having a clue to what she bought when you went shopping the other day, losing her when you went to the coffee shop to order your drinks.

Peeking curiously over Minho's shoulder, he tore the paper meticulously and then opened the box, looking at the content with a smile and a little laugh when he saw what his 'mother-in-law' had gotten him, and then, placing the box in his lap and showing it; they were three pair of socks with cats on them, each pair a different design and color, and judging by the amazed expression on his face, he loved the gesture.

"I don't really know you much, but from what we've talked you really like cats, and the moment I saw these I knew I had to buy them from you," your mother explained while Minho stood up next to her, looking at her with thankfulness in his eyes.

Something in your chest ignited when you saw the two of them hug, honest affection clear and evident in the way they quickly embraced each other. Minho wasn't like Felix, who had been your friend since childhood, or Hyunjin, who you met at college and had been in contact with after graduating, no. He was something else, making himself important in your life somehow and even getting to know your other friends… but the moment he agreed to help you with this whole act, and since your mom slept the first night in your house, making you share your bed with him suddenly the way you viewed him started to change.

Oddly enough, you hadn't noticed if he had changed anything about him to make your mother like him more, but when she mentioned the way he looked at you… the butterflies in your stomach that you thought were dead after Chan broke your heart came back to life, and your mind decided that maybe you should indulge yourself in the little lie you and him made up for your mother. You hoped that he wished it was all true as well.

The night continued after opening all the presents, your yawning at 2 am being the first warning that you all should go to bed, not leaving without the reminder that the Kim's party would take place at 7, so you could wake up later than usual and reheat the delicious food before starting to get ready for it.

"Who are the Kim's, anyway?" Minho asked you from the bathroom once you were putting on your sleepwear.

"They're, uhm… family friends, I guess? My mom and Mrs. Kim are friends, along with Felix's mom. That's how we know each other, and that's partly why mom flew back here after visiting my aunt. They have a son who is the same age as Felix, but he's kinda rude and I don't get along with him too much, he's a smartass," you giggled after you explained all that, taking your place in bed while the bathroom door closed and Minho sat on his side.

He hummed that it was interesting, and that he would let you pick his clothes for tomorrow (which you knew wouldn't be too hard, because he owned a black suit that was very elegant and white button up that he looked very handsome in when he wore it) and then, you cuddled with him, who didn't say anything this time and simply passed his arm around you, unexpectedly holding you even closer to him, and then the two of you drifted to sleep.

The following day went just like you thought it would; waking up, breakfast at almost noon, the tree of you spending time doing whatever until 5, when you left to take a shower and start getting ready.

As promised, Minho allowed you to look through everything he brought so you could pick his clothes, and you chose an elegant blue dress to go with his black suit, your mother coming out of her room with an emerald green one that made her look like royalty. All of you looked very beautiful, Minho, who was waiting for you and your mom sitting on the couch playing on his phone raising his eyes and getting breathless the mere moment you came out of your room all dressed and saying that you were all ready to go, then complimenting your mother as well when she walked out of her room, and at 6:30, you were in the car ready to assist the annual Christmas party.

The place was big since the Kim's liked renting a party saloon to host these parties since their they were very social and had many friends, tables located in the area near the food and pretty scenery, then the other half of the ballroom empty, huge speakers blasting music making the whole place vibrate with the music they were emitting.

"Come on, we should find Mrs. Kim," your mother said, a cheery tone showing how excited she was to actually be there.

Hugging Minho's arm and almost practically dragging him with you, the two of you walked behind her, him looking everywhere, probably looking for any familiar faces.

Your mom stopped walking when she reached the opposite spot of where the entrance was, but instead of finding a woman her age, a more familiar face greeted you.

"Ah, Y/N, good to see you, I thought your mom came alone. How are you, how have you been?" he asked, eyes totally not missing the way you tugged Minho's sleeve to get his attention, a grin on his face as if he could smell something was wrong.

"Hey, Seungmin, it's been a long time since we saw each other, like a year or so? I've been good," you faked a smile, then breathed in to continue talking. "This is Minho, my fiancé, by the way, and Minho, meet Seungmin, a childhood friend of Felix and I."

"Ah, so he's the asshole… makes sense," you heard Minho whisper under his breath. Luckily, Seungmin was too far to hear any word of the ones Minho just spoke.

"Congratulations on the engagement," he put his hands together, still analyzing how you were behaving together. You tried to distract him by asking something to your mom, but she was nowhere near to be seen, or to hear you, probably, so you were stuck with these men who had an awkward vibe going on between them.

"Nice to meet you, Minho," Seungmin greeted, trying to take his hand. Minho didn't move to take it, hostile eyes looking at your 'friend', then his arm moving around your waist to pull you closer to him protectively while his sharp gaze still rested on the younger.

"U-uhm, hey Minnie, do you know if Felix is here? He didn't tell me if he was attending," you changed topics, following Seungmin's eyes to a table near the corner of the ballroom where a blond head you knew too well was moving.

Thanking him quickly, you and Minho made your way to that table, curiosity taking the best of you and making you ask him what had just happened back there.

"I know that guy, we work together. We don't really get along, he's just… annoying. Something about him makes me want to piss him off, I'm sure he doesn't like me either," he explained, rolling his eyes after looking back to where the mentioned man was sitting. You couldn't ask anything else, because when he was done explaining you were too close to Felix's table.

"Felix! It's good to see you here, hello Mr. And Mrs. Lee, how have you been?" you cheerily asked, standing close to your friend and placing your hands on his shoulders while you looked at the people you considered and loved like close family.

"Hey, sweetheart, merry Christmas. Come sit with us, I'm sure your mother won't mind," Mrs. Lee said, you taking the invitation happily and Minho helping you sit down, him taking the space next to you.

"Oh, who might this handsome young man be?" Felix's mother asked, her attention completely focused on your fake husband-to-be.

"Good evening, ma'am. My name's Lee Minho, I'm Y/N's fiancé, and also one of Felix's friends, it's good to meet you," he politely introduced himself, a charming smile working its magic and making the lady in front of you start to blush, proving once again that he was perfect husband material.

You were about to ask something else when a familiar voice greeted you, Felix's older sister hugging you quickly and then telling you about how she was so happy to see you and that she invited her new boyfriend to the party, being completely excited to show her family the man that stole her heart recently, but he wasn't with her, no, because said man said he would be grabbing two drinks and let her find the table, but when she realized that she would have to go looking for him, she giggled and turned on her heels, looking for him everywhere.

Felix, Minho and you were in a conversation about where to go eating the upcoming year for brunch, also asking if anyone knew anything about Hyunjin and how they would all spend their new years eve, but the familiar voice (and accent) of a man talking to your friend's sister made you freeze, your almost cousin sat down next to Minho and the mysterious man took the seat next to her, stopping mid laugh when he saw you sitting there as well, no one else noticing the tension between you and him.

"Mom, dad, this is Bang Chan, we have been dating for a few months," the girl dreamily sighed, taking his hand and playing with it in his lap.

At the mere mention of his name, you felt Minho tense up, shoulders stiff and then a comforting hand rested on your thigh, squeezing you once as a silent way to demonstrate he was there for you. You placed yours on top of his, thankful that he didn't say anything, Minho instead exchanging a look with Felix almost like they were communicating through telepathy.

"Nice to meet you, and you too, Felix, your sister has told me a lot about you, I hope we can be friends," your ex awkwardly laughed, trying to look everywhere but in your direction.

"Hmm, yeah. I don't think we'll get along too much," your friend responded, making his mother gasp, incredulous of what her polite and correct son had just said and expecting him to apologize, to which he said nothing. You cleared your throat, everyone's attention focusing on you after that.

"It's good to see you again, Chan. I see that you've been good?" you bitterly spoke, everyone but Minho and Felix looked at you in surprise.

"You know him?" Chan's new girlfriend asked.

"Yeah, we used to date. He kisses really well, doesn't he?" you said, slowly pushing your chair backwards and starting to get up, ready to walk away from him before something worse happened.

It was exactly what you did at the end, a voice you couldn't quite distinguish said something that you didn't quite hear, anger warming up your body and red blurring your vision, so you did what you thought would be a good option, and you walked out the place, someone grabbed your arm to stop you when you were almost at the parking lot. You didn't know who it was, but when your face was against his body and his arms were around yours trying to comfort you, that was all you knew. It helped you relax a little, inhaling in his cologne and letting yourself relax in the warmth of his arms.

"Hey, you have me. I'm your fake fiancé, no need to think about him anymore," he sweetly whispered in your ear, making you smile.

"Thank you, for coming after me, Minho. You're the best fiancé I could ever–"

"Fiancé?"

Minho and you froze, separating from each other and turning your head to look at the source of the question, a curious Chan standing there with his eyes wide open.

"Yes, you heard it right. Fiancé. We'll be getting married someday next year, because even if you and I dated for a while, he was the one petting my hair and cleaning my tears, cooking for and looking after me after you broke my heart, Bang Chan, and maybe I was too stupid to realize at first but now I know that he's the best option for me and I love him, maybe more than what I got to feel for you. So thank you for breaking up with me, because if you hadn't left me feeling worthless after I called you crying and begging to come back, I wouldn't know how it feels to have your love correctly corresponded" you spat, Minho's hand holding yours while you walked closer to the cause of your discomfort.

"I just wanted to apolog–"

"Don't. I don't need your pity, I am happy with him, and even if it pissed me off to see you tonight, I hope you can be happy with her. Just don't break her heart like you broke mine. Felix knows taekwondo and even if I hate to admit it, your face is too pretty to get desconfigurated," and after saying that, you walked away to your original destination; your car.

You sat on the driving seat, Minho hurries to open the co pilot's door and put on his security belt, and right then when he was about to ask you a question, you grabbed his face and finally kissed him, an explosion of happiness going off inside you like fireworks, the butterflies in your stomach dancing as well when he corresponded your kiss until the moment you separated, gasping for air.

"I wanted to ask where you were going to drive us, but after that I'm sure we're going to heaven," he smirked, making you blush and start the car, finally going to the comfort of your home.

"What about your mom?" The question broke the comfortable silence that the two of you were in, but you didn't hesitate to answer.

"I'm sure she and Mrs. Kim have a lot to catch up with, she told me earlier that wasn't coming home with us, don't worry about her" you reassured him, smiling gently because he was worried about her. They had taken a liking to each other.

"That means… we have the house all to ourselves…" he whispered again after a while, shifting in his seat when you were parking the car. You thought that maybe, finally he had picked up the obvious clues you left every now and then through the days after realizing the true feelings you tried to ignore before.

"Yes, we'll be able to make all the noise we want," you winked at him, opening your door and walking inside your familiar living room.

Sitting on the couch, still in your beautiful fancy dress you indicated for him to sit next to you, hands holding his and eyes attentive to his reactions.

"I hope that you know I really mean everything I said before, to Chan. I… regret not realizing sooner that I like– that I love you, and I'm very thankful that you decided to help me," you paused, licking your lips and smiling gently at him.

"You don't have to tell me that you like me back, hell, you don't have to say anything but I understand if you want to go back to your life after my mom leaves," and he was simply looking at you, expressionless as if he thought you were lecturing him or something, but in reality the gears inside his head were running trying to comprehend and repeat every single word that came out of your lips.

You meant what you said? Wow. You liked him back? Double wow. You weren't sure if he liked you back? Oh, holy shit…

"Y/N," he called your name in the sweetest of ways, "I've been dying to kiss you. These days we've spent together have been really amazing, but you telling me that you don't know how I feel about yourself makes me feel like I'm the best actor in the world. I'm crazy for you, I love you too, I've loved you for a while act–"

You interrupted his babbling, pressing your lips to his once again, moving yourself to sit on his lap and throw your arms around his neck, him placing his hands on your thighs and waist to hold you while you allowed him to explore your mouth in an obvious heated and fiery kiss that had the capability of turning you on.

The hands on his neck tried to push him impossibly closer to you while you kissed, until the moment that he broke the kiss to take a breath, your lips attaching to his neck and him moving his head to allow you more access to himself, a low groan involuntarily leaving his throat and he decided to suggest to move things to the bedroom, to which you nodded and stood up from him, eager to go there and start undressing yourself for him.

He saw you struggling with the zipper in your back, that same zipper that you asked him is he could help you with earlier, allowing him to see that you wore nothing underneath the beautiful beaded and decorated fabric, and he quietly took your hands, whispering a "please, allow me to undress you" with a tone so seductive that you thought that you would melt if he said something like that again. He truly was like a gentleman.

Minho silently undid your zipper, his hands helped you get out of the clothing and admiring how it fell to the ground to then pay proper attention to your almost completely naked body, his eyes shined and his formal pants grew tighter at the crotch. You turned, taking the navy blue tie and pulling him towards the bed, pushing him so he would sit down and sitting on top of him, hands roaming around his still clothed figure and lips leaving a wet trail everywhere they touched meanwhile he started undressing himself, helping you take off his buttoned shirt. You pulled it to unstuck it, your hands leaving his chest to undo his belt, quickly paling his growing erection with your hand.

"Shit, you're so hard," you groaned, looking at him through your lashes, continuing to squeeze him, then getting off of him and standing up so he could take off the remaining clothes while you did the same, telling you 'that's just the effect you have on me, honey.'

When you and him were completely naked, he sat down on his side of the bed like he did every night and you took the chance to admire the hidden beauty that he was under his normal clothes; beautiful wide shoulders and a strong, firm chest accompanied by a six pack that could have any woman drooling for him if they saw him shirtless, then his strong, thick thighs were opened to make space for you, and leaving the best for the last, his hard cock resting on his stomach as he waited for you to get in place. It was a sight that you were sure to never forget, the first time you looked at your naked lover felt like a divine encounter. He seemed like a God, so angelic and perfect, yet inciting you to commit these sinful acts…

Pulling you by the arm to sit where he wanted you, Minho accommodated you to sit between his legs, your back against his chest, his cock hitting your lower back and his legs helping him to spread yours, and the feeling of strange hands on your body sending delicious shivers down your spine. One of his arms snaked through your stomach and held one of your breasts, the other traveling down and feeling the wetness he caused on you.

Touching you gently, he felt you shake when his fingertips teased your clit, your hole throbbing when he collected your essence before he finally started properly playing with you, touching you like you used to do when you were alone and needed to de-stress, his name coming from your lips as a whimper multiple times and letting him know that you were enjoying this.

He inserted two fingers inside you, making you gasp, one of your hands squeezing his thigh and the other still resting above the one that was playing with your nipple, the pace of his fingers increasing when your breathing started becoming irregular, and soon you were trying to close your legs to stop the overwhelming sensation of an orgasm approaching. Your hand that was resting on his had to move to take the wrist of the one wrist that was fingerling you, and his that was playing with your nipple tried to hold you in place until you finally came, chanting his name and closing your eyes tightly, stars appearing when you allowed your body to hug the pleasure that your climax brought you.

"Fuck, I'm so ready to take you, I need you inside me," you demanded, turning your neck to look at him, who was licking his fingers, you moved your body so you could be facing him and you decided to ride him. He looked so relaxed like that, with his back against the head of the bed, too comfortable and sexy…

Stroking his length, you aligned him with your entrance and started lowering yourself on him, his hands on your hips and yours on his chest. The comparison between having his fingers and his cock was no joke, moaning once you had him entirely inside you, your face going forward and kissing his chest trying to leave little marks while he helped you move up and down on himself.

"Baby, you feel so tight… Fuck, you're unreal," Minho growled, his grip too strong in your skin but your mind too far gone to care if he left his fingers printed on you or not. You had already came on his fingers, but you still desired to make him cum as well.

"Y–you feel so fucking good, too" you manages to say, continuing your job of bouncing on him until your legs started to give up. Minho decided to help you, stopping your attempts to continue moving on him and holding you by hugging you with his arm, switching the positions in a swift movement and having you under him, cock still inside you.

With one hand, he guided your leg to rest on his shoulder, letting the other hug his waist and your hands traveling his chest and flat stomach. He buried his face between your boobs, playfully biting you and then continuing to thrust into you, restarting with a slow pace that had you whining, except that in this new position he was able to go deeper making your eyes go blank from the pleasure you felt every time he was inside you.

"Are you enjoying this, honey? Tell me who's making you feel so good, let me hear you" he ordered between each thrust, making you babble something that sounded like his name. "Can you repeat that? I can't quite hear you, darling."

"You, Minho, you're making me feel so good! Fuck, you're so big, youre fucking me so well," you cried out, trying to make him go harder. It was after you answered that his thumb passed over your clit and made you moan louder, and you discovered that maybe praising him could get you to achieve your second climax sooner, so you showered him with compliments, you didn't limit your moans, you became so vocal that, if you still cared, maybe you'd feel ashamed that your neighbors could hear you, but you didn't, you were freely screaming the name of the man that you had just recently discovered that you loved, and then without thinking too much about it, you were gasping for air again, a consequence of your second climax hitting you, warming your body like a wildfire.

"Shit, I'm about to cum, where do–"

"Do it inside, you know I'm on the pill," you responded, the clenching of your walls becoming too much for him to keep his cool and second layer after you finally recovered, he came inside you, filling you up with his warm fluid, body crushing hours when he couldn't support his weight any longer, both of you trying to regulate your fast beating hearts.

He pulled out, rolling to your side of the bed and pulling you towards him to cuddle like you did first some nights ago, the familiarity of the act making you smile tiredly.

"That was amazing," you breathed out, now able to make coherent phrases again. "Can you kiss me?" you shyly asked, looking at him. He didn't nod, but moved his face towards you and pressed a sweet kiss to your sweaty forehead. "I meant a kiss on the lips, but that's okay too," you sighed, defeated.

"You didn't specify," he responded.

"Well, we're a couple now, since now we know we like each other, and aren't couples supposed to kiss each other's lips?" you elaborated now, hearing how he hummed before answering you.

"A couple, couple? Like, a real couple?"

"Yeah, unless you don't want to, but I think you do."

"Okay, you're right. You have my permission to kiss me, then," he said, placing a hand on your cheek and lowering his head to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. The two of you stayed in silence after that, enjoying the company of the other and the comfort of your arms around each other.

"Hey," he quietly said, "are we… hmm, ofi–officially engaged now?" he asked, and you were left thinking. He didn't complain about being officially yours, but did he love you to the extremes of marrying you?

"I don't know. Is that a marriage proposition?" you laughed, separating from him to look at his gorgeous eyes. "I mean, we already chose a ring, but it was for a fake wedding that would never happen. What if we give it more time, and you ask me again when you know that you wanna marry me? We can tell my mom that we are finding it hard to choose a date later on if she asks, I don't think we'll have to worry much about her,"you explained, a hand caressing his cheek tenderly while you spoke.

"Alright, I'm on board with all of that. You're such a genius, did you know that?" he took your hand and kissed the back of it, making you blush as if he hadn't just fucked you to the point of screaming.

"Of course I know, but you can say it again, I never get tired of hearing that," you teased, making him roll his eyes.

"You heard me the first time, what I want to remind you as well as thank you for making this Christmas the best one so far. You have no idea how memorable this Christmas is going to be, I love you, stinky," he smiled, reaching to kiss the tip of your nose.

"Merry Christmas, Min, honey. I love you too."

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putawayurhalo · 2 years ago

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Out For Blood | Chapter 11: The Munson Family

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Munson!Reader ; Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!O.C.

Warnings: Strong language, season 4 vol. 1 (NONE FOR VOL. 2 YET) spoilers, angst, secrets being kept, steve being a dingus, alcohol abuse, parental death *mentioned*, emotional abuse - in the italic backstory part you can skip that if you need to! BARELY EDITTED BECAUSE I GOTTA DRIVE 5 HOURS LMAO BUT I WANTED THIS OUT FOR YOU BABES SO ENJOY

Word Count: 3.4k

Author’s Note: Yeah... this took me longer to write than I wanted but you know life and moving haha... anyways Eddie in the backstory flashback should be like 12-13 and the reader would be like 10-11 - I even at the age of 22 have a favorite stuffed animal that I have to travel with for comfort so shut your mouths.

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October 1979

“Youuu can’t take my kids from me, Wayne.” Jessica Munson slurred her words as she swayed slightly in the kitchen of the small family home they lived in.

“Jessica, you need help.” Wayne stepped toward and she stepped back raising her right hand, Wayne put his up and stepped back.

“I don’t need any hel-help.” She hiccuped.

“Jessica, the kids have started to notice something is wrong.” Wayne gestured with one of his hands towards Eddie and (Y/N) who sat next to each other at their dining room table, their backpacks laying on the top of the table (Y/N) working on her math assignment and Eddie with headphones on listening to the newest AC/DC album.

“They probably just miss their worthless daddy.” She grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the counter and took a drink from it, “Piece of shit.”

“Jessica… you don’t mean that.” Wayne tried to ease her.

“Yes I do!” She shouted catching the attention of the youngest child, “Their good for nothing daddy left us.”

“Jessica, he went to prison.” Wayne spoke quietly, not trying to get the kids involved, “Look, Jess… I think it’s best if the kids stay with me, at least for the week, giving you a break and some time to sort things out.”

“No, absolutely not!” She shouted, she swung an arm at Wayne.

“Mom! Stop!” (Y/N) screamed at her. Eddie took his headphones off after hearing his sister scream and looked over at the situation.

“Kids, get a bag packed with your things, you’re staying at mine for the week.” Wayne told them sternly. Eddie nodded and grabbed his sister’s hand dragging her towards their rooms.

“You can’t take them from me Wayne!” Jessica screamed and walked towards the hallway, “Kids! Kids you’re not going anywhere, wouldn’t you rather stay with your mother?” Eddie exited his room first, he got close to her as he passed her to go help his sister, she reeked of alcohol. He shook his head before entering his sister’s room and closing the door.

“KIDS!” She pounded on the door, (Y/N) looked up at her brother with tears in her eyes. Eddie frowned before helping her grab some of her things, including a framed photo of the family together and her favorite stuffed animal. “KIDS!” She kept shouting, (Y/N) continued to pack some of her clothes before zipping the bag shut with the framed photo on top. Eddie hugged her before grabbing her bag for her and handing her her stuffed animal, he opened the door and pushed past their mother.

“(Y/N)...” Jessica pleaded with her daughter and stopped her at the door, “You don’t want to leave your mommy do you?”

(Y/N) just looked up at her mother, clinging onto her stuffed animal for dear life. Her mother reached down and gripped the stuffed animal fighting, “Let go.” She pleaded with her mother but she wouldn’t let go.

“(Y/N/N), just let it go.” Eddie told her but she wouldn’t let go, the two continued to tug at the toy before it eventually ripped at the seam of the neck as (Y/N) fell to the ground.

“Fuck.” Eddie mumbled and dropped the bags.

“Language.” Wayne told him as he watched Eddie walk over to (Y/N) and help her up.

Jessica was red in the face as she watched her two children comfort each other, “Fine you ungrateful brats,” She tossed the head of the stuffed animal at them, “Go with your uncle, but don’t fucking come crawling back when you realize how good you had it here.”

“Okay,” Wayne opened the door to the trailer and let the kids walk in first, “I’ve got to get ready for work… but there’s a bed in the room on the left, and there’s the couch. If anything bad happens Mrs. Jong across the street can help…” He trailed off before walking down the hallway, “There’s some canned food in the cabinet, Eddie you know how to use a stove top right?”

“No shit.” He mumbled, as he set his bag on the couch. He looked over at (Y/N) who was holding both pieces of her stuffed animal in her hands with a frown on her face, “I’ll get it fixed, (Y/N/N), I promise.” Eddie reassured her as he walked into the kitchen opening the cabinet and grabbing a can of spaghettios.

“Yeah.” Eddie snorted, as he held a can of spaghettios in his hand, “You’ll do.” He closed the cabinet door and grabbed a pot. Last time he had eaten spaghettios was the night him and his sister moved in with their uncle… and that same night their mother had died.

Eddie looked over to the living room where Jenny was asleep on the couch, he pulled out two bowls and split the spaghettios between the two of them… he had a sense of deja vu as he did but he shook his head and walked over to the walkie Dustin left them.

“Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished…” He looked over at Jenny again, “and Jenny the Princess… are you there? Dustin, can you hear me? Dustin? Earth to Dustin.”

“Hey, it’s Nancy.” Nancy’s voice rang through the speakers.

“Wheeler! Hey, um, Jenny and I are gonna need a food delivery, like, really soon, unless you want me going out into the world or the jocks following Jenny back here.” Eddie replied as Jenny stirred.

“No. No, no, no. Don’t do that. Just stay where you are, and we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“Yeah, yeah, listen um… can you pick me up a six-pack? I know, it’s stupid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves.” Eddie asked as he watched Jenny who was starting to sit up.

“Uh hey, I’m gonna have to call you back.”

“No, don’t you da- Wheeler? Wheeler?” Eddie shouted, Jenny now fully awake and sitting up.

“Eddie, what?” Jenny asked.

“Nothing… just asking Wheeler to bring us food… spaghettios?” He held the bowl out to her.

“Sure…” She took the bowl from him and began eating, the two sat in silence and ate together.

“Do you think (Y/N)’s still mad at me?” Jenny asked after a few minutes.

“No, she’s definitely not. A little upset that neither of us told her? Sure, but not mad. She loves you too much.” Eddie shook his head as he continued to eat.

“Munson, it’s the uhhh other Munson, do you copy?” (Y/N)’s voice rang through the Walkie.

“Yes, yes we hear you.” Jenny answered it.

“Hey Jen… we need to borrow you for something.”

The group got out of Nancy’s car, Steve helping Jenny, Dustin, and (Y/N) out of the back. A small “thanks” was muttered by the Henderson siblings, a “thank you, Steve�� and a smile was given to him by (Y/N). He smiled back at her before he turned his head toward the house and his smile dropped, “Yeah, that’s not creepy.”

They all walked up to the house, (Y/N) staying back with Jenny as Steve continued up the steps with Nancy, the two started to pry the wood off the door. “I mean, what exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” Steve asked.

“We’re not sure. We just know this house is important to Vecna.” Nancy replied to him as she continued working on the door.

“Because Max saw it in Vecna’s red soup mind world?” Steve stopped working.

“Basically.” Nancy didn’t even turn to look at him.

“Great.” Steve sighed and went back to prying the wood off.

“Maybe it holds a clue to where Vecna is. Why he’s back. Why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for Max.” Dustin puts forward.

Lucas looked around before speaking, “We don’t think he’s in here, do we?”

“Guess we’ll find out.” Max shrugged.

“Ready?” Steve asked Nancy as they finished.

“Mm-hmm.” Nancy hummed as they pushed the wood over.

The rest of the group jumped slightly as it fell, “Jesus H. Christ.” (Y/N) muttered as she shuddered.

“Sorry, (Y/N/N).” Steve half-smiled before he turned toward the door and grabbed the knob, the knob not moving. “It’s locked… should I knock, see if anybody’s home?”

“No need,” Robin spoke, the group turned to see her holding up a brick. “I found a key.” Robin shrugged before passing it to Steve. Steve tossed it slightly in his hand before looking at the door and throwing it through the stained glass. He reached his hand in and opened the door and walked in stepping to the side allowing everyone to pass him, (Y/N) was the last one in and was the only one to thank Steve as he closed the door.

Lucas tried flipping the light switch, “Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.” He muttered, him and the other’s all pulling out flashlights and switching them on.

“Where’d everyone get those?” Steve asked Dustin.

“Do you need to be told everything?” Dustin looked at Steve like he had just said the dumbest thing he’s ever heard, “You’re not a child.”

“Thank you.” Steve replied sarcastically.

“Huh,” Dustin took his backpack off and handed it to Steve, “back pocket.”

Steve scoffed, grabbed the flashlight, and dropped the backpack turning toward (Y/N), “Can you believe this kid?”

“I mean…” She trailed off and bit her bottom lip to stifle a giggle from escaping.

“Not you too.” Steve groaned as they started walking around.

“Sorry, Steve, it’s just… even I brought one and I’ve been involved with this whole ‘the upside down’ thing for like two days and you’ve been doing this for four years? Shouldn’t you know what to bring?” She tilted her head to the left as she asked him the question.

“Oh that hurt.” Steve shook his head as he slightly laughed. The duo continued walking around passing by Nancy and Robin.

“They just left everything.” Nancy shined the light around the dining room.

“I guess a triple homicide isn’t good for resale value.” Robin’s quick witted response caused a slight laugh to come out of the girl.

“Hey, guys? You all see that, right?” Max asked them.

“Yeah.” Both Dustin and Steve said as they looked at the grandfather clock.

“Is this what you saw? In your visions?” Nancy asked her, Max only nodded in response.

“I mean, it’s… just a clock. Right?” Robin asked before walking up to it and cleaning the dust off with her hand. “Like a normal old clock…”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks? Maybe he’s, like, a clock maker or something?” Steve asked out loud, (Y/N) only shook her head.

“I think you cracked the case, Steve.” Jenny replied to him.

“All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere.” Nancy ignored what was said, “Okay everyone stay in groups of two. Robin, upstairs.” Nancy grabbed Robin’s hand and led her upstairs.

“Come on. Let’s go.” Max motioned to Lucas and began walking toward the living room.

Jenny looked between her three options before turning to Dustin, “Come on little bro.” Before walking into the dining room area.

(Y/N) looked at Steve and shrugged before nodding her head towards the stairs. She let Steve lead the way up the stairs, almost slipping off of one as she was distracted by one of Steve’s many assets.

“You good?” Steve asked her as he heard her quiet squeal.

“You know me, always the klutz.” She brushed it off as she hurried up the stairs. The duo walked into a room together shining their flashlights around.

“Hey, uh, y/n…”

“Yeah, Steve?” She turned toward Steve.

“Can you maybe clarify what sort of clues we’re supposed to be looking for here?” Steve asked her as he still looked around.

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks, “How am I supposed to know?”

“I don’t know, isn't this kind of like Clue?” He asked her.

“Steve seriously?” She walked toward the bathroom and Steve followed her. He went to the grate as (Y/N) searched the medicine cabinet. She was reading a name on a prescription bottle when she heard Steve start shouting.

“Steve what is it?” She asked him.

“SPIDER!”

“SPIDER? STEVE WHAT THE HELL GET AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT!” (Y/N) started freaking out with him keeping a distance as they both ran out of the bathroom.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s wrong?” Nancy asked them both.

“There was a spider.” (Y/N) mumbled as her hands slightly shake.

“What?” Nancy asked her.

“It’s a black widow.” Steve answered as he closed the door.

“Okay…” Nancy trailed off.

“Don’t go in there.” Steve turned around to look at (Y/N).

“Oh, oh. Wait, just…” Nancy stopped him as she began to pick spider-webs out of his hair.

“What? Something? Shit.”

“Wait. Stop moving.” Nancy told Steve as she continued to pluck webs.

“Okay.” Steve moved slightly.

“Stop. I just… I got it. I got it.”

“Thank you.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and walked away.

“If there’s a spider nesting in there, you’re never gonna find it ‘til it lays eggs and the babies spill out.” Robin spoke as she passed by Steve and Nancy.

“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asked her.

Robin chuckled as she walked toward where (Y/N) had gone.

“Robin, seriously… She’s got problems.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Nancy replied with a smile.

“It’s cool you two are, like, friends now.”

“Yeah… friends.” Nancy blushed silently thanking whoever that Steve couldn’t see her face at the moment.

“Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, save the world and stuff, maybe we can all go out or something. You know? Me, you, Robin, Y/N, Jonathan, when he’s back, Jenny, maybe even Eddie. It’s not like we’re dating… Me and Robin, that is, we’re dating. Right, she told you? That we’re not?” Steve rambled.

“Yes, she made that very clear, besides Jonathan and I… we broke up.” Nancy softly spoke, “but I don’t want to talk about that…What about you and (Y/N)?”

“I would date her but… I kind of ruined that last summer with the whole getting stuck in a Russian lab thing and not being able to tell her.”

“Right…”

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone… not since you Nance.” Steve told her.

“She must be very special if she’s got Steve Harrington blushing and twirling his hair, practically giggling like a schoolgirl.” Nancy teased him.

“I’m not…”

“Robin would argue with you on that. She was telling me that you’re like some lovesick puppy when it comes to (Y/N) Munson.” Nancy finished pulling the webs out of his hair.

“Robin?” Steve turned around and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Mm-hmm.” Nancy hummed.

“Why’d you walk away from Steve?” Robin asked (Y/N) as they walked down the stairs.

“Because he was busy… besides how can I compete with someone like Nancy Wheeler?” (Y/N) asked Robin and continued walking.

“You don’t have to compete with Nancy Wheeler and you know that.” Robin tried to reassure her.

“Have you seen the way he looks at her Robin? The way he’s always looked at her?” (Y/N) stopped walking and turned toward Robin, “He’s still in love with her and it’s obvious.”

“Have you seen the way he looks at you? Because I’ve never seen him look at any girl like that, not even Nancy frickin’ Wheeler.” (Y/N) didn’t respond so Robin continued, “He looks at you like you put the sun, the moon, and the stars in the sky just for him. He worships the ground you walk on, and we know he lacks some serious brain cells but he still put it together that you have the same symptoms as Max, Chrissy, and Fred and grabbed your file from Ms. Kelley’s office.”

“He did what?” (Y/N) asked Robin, Robin immediately stopped her rambling and her eyes widened.

“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” Robin said with an apologetic look on her face. She went to continue as one of the kids called them into the living room. (Y/N) stood there just looking at the wall, as Steve came down the stairs, he went to reach (Y/N) and tapped her shoulder but Robin shook her head at him.

“It’s like the Christmas lights.” Nancy spoke as the group stood in a circle together looking up at the chandelier.

“The Christmas lights?” Robin leaned in toward Nancy and questioned.

“Yeah, when Will was in the Upside Down, the lights… came to life.” Nancy leaned into Robin as she answered

“Vecna’s here in this house…” Lucas looked over at Max, “just on the other side.”

The light dimmed out, “I think he just left the room.” Robin spoke.

“Did he hear us?” Max asked, looking around the room at the others.

“Can he see us?” Steve turned toward Max.

“Headphones.” Lucas told Max, she immediately put them over her ears.

“Wait, wait.” Nancy got everyone’s attention, “Everyone, turn off your flashlights and spread out.” Everyone but Steve followed instructions.

“We’re not gonna be able to see if we turn off our flash… lights… Jesus Christ… (Y/N) wait up.” Steve turned his flashlight off and started to follow her but she picked up her pace, “(Y/N) what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know Steve why don’t you ask my file from Ms. Kelley’s office.” Her snarky reply confused Steve.

“What?” He asked her before his eyes widened slightly, “(Y/N) no it’s not like tha-”

“I GOT HIM! GOT HIM!...” Robin’s shouts interrupted him and the duo ran toward her voice.

“I got him. I… I had him.” Robin looked over her shoulder at the group.

Steve’s flashlight began to glow, “Oh, whoa. Oh, I think he’s moving.” Steve began to walk and then panicked lightly, “He’s moving. He’s moving!” The group followed him up the staircase, “Shit,” Steve’s flashlight had gone out, “I lost him.”

Max pushed past Steve, “No, you didn’t.” She opened the attic door and looked at the group before walking slowly in and going up the stairs.

“It’s an attic. Of course it’s an attic.” Robin muttered before going up the stairs, everyone following behind her besides Dustin and (Y/N).

“Hold up, guys. What if he’s leading us into a trap?” Dustin asked, (Y/N) sighed before going up the stairs, “(Y/N), seriously you’re the one who watches horror movies all the time you know this is a bad idea… Guys, guys. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Dustin followed her up the stairs, the group all walking toward the light hanging in the middle of the attic. Dustin’s flashlight began to shine, “Flashlights.”

Everyone pulled their flashlights up and formed a circle, Jenny sticking close to her brother and (Y/N) clinging to her best friend’s side avoiding standing next to Steve. “Okay, what’s happening?” Steve asked as the lights in the circle began to take turns glowing brighter until eventually their flashlights broke and pieces of the bulbs and the reflectors flew all over the place.

“Jesus H. Christ.” (Y/N) mumbled, “Fuck it, I’m done with this.” She quickly walked down the stairs and out of the Creel House.

“(Y/N)...” Jenny tried to stop her.

“I’ve got it.” Steve told her as he began to follow (Y/N). “(Y/N)... (Y/N)! Slow down!”

“Why Steve? So you can play the hero?” (Y/N) continued down the steps.

Steve stopped in his tracks, “Why are you being like this?” He asked with genuine concern.

(Y/N) stopped at the bottom step and turned around to look at Steve and laughed, “Steve, you have my file I’m sure there’s something in there that will explain this.”

“I don’t have your file!” Steve shouted.

“That’s hilarious, Harrington.” She scoffed, “Look lightning tends to strike the Munson family tree every five or so years like clockwork and we were long overdue. That’s the only reason I’m here and we both know it…”

Steve walked toward her but stopped at the top of the three steps. (Y/N) looked up at him, “Why did you take my file?”

“I only took the page with your symptoms listed… after Max said what hers, Chrissy’s, and Fred’s were, I put two and two together…” Steve trailed off and went down the steps, he grabbed her wrist. “Was I right to be concerned?”

(Y/N) just shook her head and ripped her wrist from his loose grip, “You know what Steve, maybe, this was meant to last forever.”

“What wasn’t meant to last forever?”

Author’s Note: sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger of sorts but I have a plan.

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unhingedhuman · 2 years ago

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Fear

Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson O.C

Steve used to be a huge jerk, but now Roxanne Henderson is conflicted after everything that happened in the past month her and Steve have become friends, but Roxanne wants more.

WARNINGS non-con with Billy, angst involving Eddie kinda, small flash back of asshole middle schooler Steve. Violence and bodily harm.

Single mom Steve; Billy is the worst in this; possible part two; flashbacks; mutual pining; mild angst with eddie; a bit of a fluffy ending; Steve and Dustin friendship.

Word count 6636

A/N

I might rewrite this as an x reader but i wanted to try writing an oc.

Snow fell from the sky like tiny flecks of glitter reflecting the sunlight. Covering the ground like powder, slippery, cold powder but powder nonetheless. I stared out my window at the offending mush, it had been years since I had seen snow, Florida was much too hot for that. I wasn't sure what to wear in this weather so I wouldn't fall over and die. This was shit for my first day at school. I groaned flopping back onto my bed.

The door to my room flew open hitting the wall and bouncing back off it. My brother Dustin sped into the centre of my room the widest smile I had ever seen on his face.

"It's snowing" He exclaimed, launching himself onto my bed. "This is great we have snow for your first day of school"

This was not exciting, I didn't know what to do when it snowed. The look of worry on my face finally dawned on Dustin.

"You don't look happy" He said it like a question.

"I don't understand snow" I whined

"Well when tiny ice crystals in the clouds stick together it creates snowflakes and then it get heavy and falls from the sky" Dustin's tone was condescending.

"I know how if forms dumbass" I threw a teddy bear from my shelf at him "I don't know how to go out in the snow"

"Well you put on boots and a jacket and go outside" Dustin teased

"You're an asshole. Get out of my room!" I pulled Dustin off my bed and shoved him out the door so I could get dressed.

I didn't have much time before Steve arrived to drive Dustin and I to school. Steve had insisted he was taking us to school after everything that had happened with Will, Billy, the demodogs and the mind flayer back in October.

I was most worried about Billy. The gate was closed so the other things weren't a problem but Billy was.

The first time I met Billy was Tina's Halloween party and I didn't even know how or why I ended up there. It was only my second day back in Hawkins and I was still lying, telling everyone I was going back to Florida after Thanksgiving, despite the fact I knew I would probably never see my home in Jacksonville again.

Tina had approached me in Melvalds while I was buying candy, she somehow remembered me from my six month stint at Hawkins middle school. She was overly excited gushing about how I was always so pretty and I had to go to her halloween party. She shoved a neon orange flyer in my hands before leaving. I didn't want to go at first but for some reason I did. It was the worst mistake I ever made.

The smell of booze, weed, tobacco and sweat filled Tina's house as I arrived, it was overwhelming. I grabbed a drink and headed to the back patio. I was quickly stopped by Tina and the other cheerleaders from Hawkins High, so they could compliment my outfit and tell me about all the hot guys. Eventually however I made it past the girls and outside.

I sat by the pool on a sun lounger and looked up at the moonless sky staring at the little pin prick stars trying to identify constellations. My stargazing was quickly interrupted by a guy. Billy.

He stood next to me, his shirtless, sweaty body glistening in the pale light that reached over here from the house. He was only wearing jeans and a leather jacket. He had a moustache and a mullet like he was trying to emulate a man from an advertisement in a magazine. He had sunglasses over his eyes despite it being night. Even though I couldn't see his eyes I could feel them scanning my body in the outfit that was shorter and skimpier than I usually wore.

"Where have you been hiding?" He drawled

"Florida" I deadpanned hoping he would go away.

He didn't. He moved closer to me and brushed my hair from my face.

"You are the sexiest thing I have seen in Hawkins" he slurred.

He was so close I could smell the bitter booze on his breath.

"If you say so" I shifted awkwardly trying to move away from him.

He slammed his hand hard into my shoulder pushing me back down onto the sun lounger, the rough material digging into my back. He swiftly sat on top of my lap, I wanted to disappear as I felt his dick pressing against me through his pants.

"Just relax sweetheart" he slurred "I know you want this all you sluts are the same"

I was about to scream when he shoved his lips against mine, the taste of bitter beer and sweat filled my mouth. Bile rose in my throat as panic set in. I bit down on his lip.

"Feisty I like it" he smirked my attempt at hurting him had the opposite effect.

"Get off me" I raised my voice and began wriggling and trying to push him off me to no avail.

I slapped him across the face hard the impact stinging my hand as I did so.

"You shouldn't have done that" his tone was dark.

His hand wrapped around my throat cutting off the oxygen. I scratched at his arm trying to pull him off. He released his grip and began biting and sucking at my neck moving his way towards my breasts.

"Stop, please stop" I cried

I knew he wouldn't stop and the hot tears streaming down my face wouldn't do anything.

"You heard her, stop!" A voice in the darkness commanded.

"This isn't any of your business Munson"

"Billy get off her she said stop" someone pulled his arm back and yanked him off me.

"You will regret that Freak" Billy spat storming off towards the house.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed into them. This wasn't what I had wanted.

"Hey, you're okay now, he is gone" the voice that had saved me soothed.

I looked up from my knees into the warm brown eyes filled with concern looking at me. I recognised the face from my time here previously, his hair was longer and fuzzier now but his face was the same kind face that comforted me when he found me hiding behind the gym. The person who had saved me was Eddie Munson, the boy they called the freak. He had always been kind to me when I was living here and that had left an impression on me. I had considered him a friend.

"Eddie?" I sobbed

"Why is it when I see you, someone has always made you cry" he said sadly. "In middle school it was Harrington and Tommy H making you cry and now this"

Eddie had calmed me down and even ditched school the next day to watch horror movies with me in his trailer, just like we had done when I was in Hawkins middle school. I was so glad that he had been there to save me and rekindle our friendship.

If it wasn't for Eddie I don't know what would have happened to me that night. I might have ended up in a ditch on the interstate or worse alive and broken beyond repair.

The second time I encountered Billy was worse.

I was huddled in the Byers living room in the dark, scared and traumatised from everything that was happening with will being possessed, the creepy dog, lizard thing that Dustin had brought into our house had attacked us, I wanted to go back to Florida, I wanted to cry but I had to stay strong for the kids around me, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and their new friend Max. I had been left with Steve Harrington of all people at the Byer's to watch out for them in case anything happened.

Steve, Mike and the others were arguing about whether they should go and burn some vines that Mike had seen to distract the Demo-dogs, the name that Dustin had given the weird lizard dog things, while El, a young girl with crazy super powers, closed the gate that these monsters were coming through.

I wasn't fond of Steve. He had bullied me Tommy H and Steve had left me for dead in middle school so I hated that I agreed with him here.

"Look as much as I hate it, I have to agree with Steve" I spoke up from the corner where I was sat "we have to stay here, it's too dangerous and you're just kids"

Dustin gave me a pleading look, which I ignored.

"Let the others do what is needed to be done okay" I insisted.

The kids all went back to arguing, I was the first to hear the car roaring up the road towards the house. Then the others did too, we all looked at each other as the 1978 camaro parked out front of the house.

It was Billy, he was Max's brother and he was looking for her. I could see the fear in Max's face and I know she saw it in mine. Billy really was the scum of the earth.

Steve headed outside to see Billy and try to get him away.

"Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington" the voice sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach turn.

I hated him. More than I hated Steve.

"Yeah it's me don't cream your pants" Steve deadpanned.

I looked from the floor to the kids on the couch staring at the scene out the window as it unfolded. I worried it they would be seen and my worry was soon confirmed as Billy burst into the living room. He headed for Lucas first before he noticed me, I hadn't had the time to stand yet and Billy started walking towards me.

"When I'm done with her your next Sinclair" Billy threatened

He pulled me up by my hair and shoved me against the wall, his face mere inches from mine.

"Lets go straight to the good part shall we" His eyes were dark and dangerous.

Billy threw me down, my head hit the sharp corner of the coffee table as I tumbled to the floor. I could feel the hot sticky blood as it trailed down my face. Billy pinned me to the floor by my throat, I tried to gasp for air but nothing came into my lungs. I fought against him.

"Stop fighting you stupid whore" Billy punched me in the face.

I fought against the unconsciousness vaguely aware of the kids yelling at Billy as he ripped the zipper of my jeans open and some of the buttons on my blouse off. I wanted to shout to the kids to run but I couldn't.

"Finally stopped fighting, you realised you want this didn't you" he drawled "they always stop playing hard to get in the end."

"Go to hell" I slurred still fighting the unconsciousness seconds away from enveloping me.

"You heard her!" Steve yanked Billy off me right as everything went dark.

I didn't know what happened after but apparently Billy had almost killed Steve. It was Max who ultimately saved both of us, she stood up to Billy, and injected him in the neck with the syringe left over from Will. She then threatened him with Steve's bat. Before all the kids proceeded to kidnap the unconscious Steve and I in Billy's car driving us to the place where Hopper had entered the tunnels under Hawkins.

After we had been coerced into entering the tunnels by the kids and eventually somehow escaping unscathed, Dustin did a one man show of Max fighting off Billy. It was hilarious and even though it hurt to laugh I couldn't stop.

Understandably I wasn't looking forward to going to school and facing Billy, he was pure evil in my books. The sound of a horn honking out front pulled me from my worry. Shit. I wasn't even dressed yet.

"Steve's here" Dustin called.

"I'm not even ready."

"Well hurry up then." I heard the front door slammed behind Dustin.

I quickly grabbed my favourite pair of acid wash jeans, floral blouse and a teal oversized cardigan. I threw everything on quickly and hopped out the front door still putting my sneakers on. Dustin had already loaded his bike into Steve's trunk. I had taken longer than I had hoped.

"Took you long enough" Steve was standing next to the passenger seat. "I had to nearly tackle Dustin to stop him from getting in the front."

Dustin was sitting in the back seat of the sleek maroon BMW a look of defeat on his face.

"I called shotgun" he grumbled as I climbed into the car.

"Dude if you don't stop moaning you can get your own way to school." Steve chastised Dustin as he turned the engine of the car on.

The ride to school was pretty quiet, Steve dropped Dustin off first, Dustin carelessly slammed the door as he got out of the car.

"Watch the door" Steve groaned

Dustin ran back to the car and rubbed his hands all over the glass of the rear windows. Laughing as he left fingerprints on the glass.

"I'm not drive you anymore Henderson" Steve yelled out the window

"Sure you won't" Dustin called back as he headed towards the middle school.

Steve drove the short distance from Hawkins Middle to Hawkins High and parked his car towards the front of the lot. It was still early and a lot of the spaces weren't filled yet. Steve turned the car off and looked at me.

"You know Dustin has been begging me to do his hair for the Snow Ball" Steve said nonchalantly.

"Oh I know he won't shut up about it, he keeps begging me to take him to get Farrah Fawcet spray because of you"

"Hey, don't tell anyone about that, you got that" Steve held his finger up.

"My lips are sealed Farrah" I mocked, zipping my lips and locking them.

"You're a jerk" Steve laughed.

The sound of the V8 engine and metal music blaring caused me to tense up. I knew what that meant. The camaro drove behind Steve's car and parked a few spots down. I didn't realise I had stopped breathing until Steve's hand grabbed mine and squeezed.

"He won't hurt you, remember Mayfield made him promise and he has been doing well so far he hasn't hurt her since"

"I know, it's just… everytime I see him or hear his car I feel like I'm back at Tina's party or in the Byers living room again."

"I know" Steve soothed "I know"

Steve walked with me to the office so I could pick up my schedule and locker number, as we walked up I could feel all the eyes on us and everyone whispering around us. My schedule was pretty good, I had a lot of classes with Steve and only a few that weren't with him, but Steve assured me I would be fine. The best part was my locker was just across the hall from Steve's so it was easy to find.

Steve leant against the locker next to mine while I unpacked my books into it.

"See it's not too bad so far is it" Steve brushed his hand through his hair

"I guess not" I smiled as I put my last text book into the locker

"And even better your first class is with your's truly" Steve announced, closing the door for me.

"Oh god I have Math with you that sounds like Hell" I teased, turning to face Steve. There were still faint yellow bruises under is eyes but the cuts had already healed, much better than mine.

"Oh yeah, well good for you you have Math, History, Biology and English with me"

"What did I do to deserve that" I smirked.

"Obviously something truly terrible" Steve teased

I shoved him gently "you are such a asshole, Harrington" I laughed

All of my classes for the first part of the day were with Steve and after lunch I would be on my own for the last two periods. Steve could see how nervous I was as we walked towards the Cafeteria so he put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed gently.

"You're not still friends with Tommy?" I asked nervously

"God no, Tommy's an asshole. He hangs around Billy now. Go figure. We can sit with Nancy and Jonathan if you want or just us."

"Nancy and Jonathan sounds good. Jonathan was one of the few people I talked to in middle school."

"I remember."

"Then you also remember how much of an asshole you were to us" I brushed Steve's arm off my shoulder.

"Yeah emphasis on the were"

Steve and I had made our way to where Nancy and Jonathan were and I sat down next to them.

"Hey," Nancy smiled at me "first day?"

"Unfortunately"

"You causing problems already?" Jonathan asked

"Well as you two know I am avoiding Billy, because he is terrifying and I am scared of him and so far that has been going well. And besides everyone staring at me a. Because I'm new and b. Because I am being shown around by King Steve I would say no I haven't caused any problems yet"

I glanced around the Cafeteria, on the other side of the room was Eddie staring at me, his eyes weren't their usual warm bright look, they were unreadable.

The lunch hour was over quickly, although sitting with Nancy and Jonathan was good it hurt a little watching Steve pine over Nancy. I probably wouldn't sit with them tomorrow. I was kind of glad when the hour was and Steve directed me on how to get to my art class. It wasn't too hard to find and I took a seat at the back of the room and began doodling on my sketch book.

"Hey" Eddie said, coming up next to me. His voice sounded upset.

"Oh, hey Eddie" I smiled wide "I'm so glad I know someone I'm this class"

Eddie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, he pulled the seat next to me out and sat down.

"So what you doing hanging out with King Steve" Eddie's voice was bitter, a tone I had never heard from him.

"Oh he babysat my brother and his friends a few times and offered to give me a lift for my first day." I continued sketching.

"Right" Eddie sounded skeptical.

"Why does it matter anyway" I huffed, fed up with people trying to get in my personal life.

"I just had the impression you hated Steve because he and Tommy nearly killed you, you remember that don't you?"

"Yeah well things change Eddie" I crossed my arms angrily.

Eddie was silent. His eyes hard and I could see the anger in them, it wasn't a scary anger but a confused one, a betrayed anger. But I wasn't done.

I pulled the top of my turtleneck down showing Eddie the yellowing bruises on my neck. I then lifted my newly cut fringe up and showed him the still healing cut on my forehead.

"What happened?" His face fell and his eyes softened.

"Give it a good guess, I will give you a hint, drives a camaro" I hissed

"He came after you again" Eddie's voice fell.

"It was just lucky that Steve was babysitting some of Dustin's friends and i was there watching Dustin" I lied. "Steve's face is still swollen and bruised too, he helped me Eddie. I know you don't believe me but it's true"

The rest of art class was tense, I was so happy when I saw Eddie come in and he had to ruin it.

The final class of the day was the worst. I had Chemistry with Billy. He was probably reading into that and it scared me. I sat at the back of the class next to a girl with freckles, she spent most of the class drawing on her notebook rather than paying attention to the teacher.

Throughout the class I could feel Billy staring at me, I pushed the fear down. There were too many people here for him to do anything to me.

When the final bell rang I bolted from the classroom and straight to Steve's locker. He must have seen the panic on my face because I quickly finished up flirting with the girls who's lockers were around his.

"Another time ladies" He smirked as he turned to me.

"Guess who is in my Chemistry class" I spoke quickly.

"Seriously"

"Yep, seriously. He was staring at me the whole lesson"

Steve looked over his shoulder "let's get out of here"

Steve pulled me out of the school and into his car. The boys were all going to Mike's house this afternoon so I would be left home alone.

Steve quickly peeled out of the parking lot speeding past Billy who was staring the car down.

Steve drove to my house and pulled up next to the empty drive, his shiny BMW always looked out of place in the street lined with older cars.

"You're moms not home?" Steve asked.

"No she's working tonight, you know single mom she has to make money so we can eat" I sighed. I didn't particularly feel like being home alone.

Steve was quiet, he looked like he was thinking hard about something.

"Well, I will see you at school tomorrow. You don't have to pick me up. I can catch the bus or something" I said as I got out of the car. Not wanting to be a burden.

I began walking up the drive and stopped when I heard the door of the BMW closing behind me.

"Steve?"

"I'm not leaving you here alone" Steve announced

"Why?" I was confused but also relieved.

I knew if I was alone I would feel like I was back in the Byers house or in the bus being attacked by the demodogs or any number of the traumatic things that had happened in the last month and a bit.

"I want to help you study?" Steve sounded unsure as he made up an excuse.

"Don't make me laugh Harrington but fine you can come inside."

I unlocked the door and headed inside, Steve was close behind. I dumped my booking onto the couch and headed into the kitchen.

"Do you want a coke?" I asked

"Uh sure" Steve said

I walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room where Steve was looking at all the photos of Dustin and I on our family holidays, and our school photos.

"What are you doing?" I queried

"Just looking"

"Steve you were literally in this room last week for Thanksgiving, Dustin forced you to come to when he found out your parents had left you alone again"

"I know I just didn't get a good look at these" Steve picked up a particularly embarrassing photo of Dustin and I with Mickey at Disneyland, I was crying and Dustin had just kicked Mickey in the shin "look at you and Dustin"

"Nope that is so embarrassing" I grabbed the photo out of Steve's hand and placed it back on the shelf

Steve had this stupid smirk on his face as he looked at me.

"If you don't stop looking at me like that…" I warned

"You'll what?" Steve breathed

"Kick you out"

Steve sighed and flopped onto my lounge placing his feet on my coffee table. I kicked his feet off.

"Hey" Steve exclaimed.

"No feet on the coffee table" I shrugged.

I got my homework and catch-up work out of my book bag and placed everything onto the coffee table and sunk onto the floor. Steve lounged on the couch trying and failing to help me study. He mostly just distracted me.

Eventually I gave in and sat next to Steve on the couch and put a movie on. I fell asleep at some point during the film. My head ended up in Steve's lap and then the nightmares started.

I had nightmares every night now and they were always the same.

The dark walls of the tunnels under Hawkins surrounded me, the thick black vines trapped my feet to the ground. I couldn't move. I tried to scream for help and a vine wrapped itself around my mouth, the bitter poisonous taste filling my mouth. I see movement ahead of me in the tunnel, the feeling of hope fills my chest. Someone is coming to save me. I am wrong. Very wrong. Billy saunters towards me, his eyes dark, dangerous, he has me where he wants me. Trapped. Behind him are two of the demodogs, they are following him. As Billy brushes his disgusting hand across my face the dogs pounce slamming me into the ground. Ripping my clothes off. Tearing at my skin.

I woke up screaming. The room was dark now, only the faint glow from the tv screen. My breathing was hard as I tried to ground myself back in reality. I became aware of a voice.

"Roxy… Roxanne?" Steve was panicked

Tears began to stream down my face.

"I'm sorry… sorry" I sobbed

"Hey, hey… what are you sorry for?" Steve soothed.

I sobbed as Steve pulled me against his chest and stroked my hair with his hand. Trying to calm me. Neither of us spoke as we sat there, my breathing returned to normal faster than usual, but I didn't dare move as Steve held me grounding me.

"Sorry" I mumbled into Steve's chest.

"Don't apologise." Steve spoke softly "does that happen a lot?"

I nodded into Steve's chest "yes, every time I go to sleep, I haven't had a good night's sleep since… well, you know when."

"I know. It gets better eventually" Steve assured.

"When?"

"It's different for everyone one, when I first saw the demogorgon I couldn't sleep for months. Nancy had them on and off until we broke up, I don't know if she still has them. I don't know about anyone else but I'm sure Joyce, Will and Hopper still have them." Steve explained "I still have them sometimes not as much as I used to"

I pulled back from Steve's chest and looked up at his face, I could see the sadness in his eyes.

"You know if someone told middle school me that I would be in the arms of Steve Harrington after a nightmare, I would have told them they were insane" I stated.

"Yeah well, I'm not a bad guy" Steve smirked.

I moved out of Steve's arms and leant my head against his shoulder as I sat next to him on the couch.

"I had a shit day today, I think Eddie hates me" I admitted

"How could anyone hate you?"

"Because he saw me spending time with you. I think he feels like I betrayed him."

"Why"

I debated lying to Steve but I decided to tell him the truth.

"You remember the incident that put me in hospital right, the reason I left Hawkins"

"Oh" Steve confirmed

It was June nineteen eighty. I had been in Hawkins since the end of January and the bullying was already relentless. It was the summer holidays and I was walking down the main street of Hawkins looking for something to do. I had wanted to spend the day with one of my only friends, Eddie but he had band practice. That was how I ended up walking down Cornwallis past the forest.

"Oh my god look who it is" Carol's voice chilled me to my bones.

"Hey freak" Tommy called, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around to face him, Carol and Steve.

"You out looking for you daddy" Steve teased "Well you won't find one out here"

"Besides, no one wants an unloveable freak for a daughter," Tommy continued. "It would probably be best if you just disappeared."

"Fuck off" I spat

"Or what are you going to go and cry to daddy" Steve taunted.

That was the last straw Tommy was the closest so I threw a punch at him first. My fist impacted his cheek hurting my hand.

"That tickled" he laughed "let me show you how it's done"

Tommy's fist hit my temple. I fell backwards into the ditch beside the trees, my head landing on a rock rendering me unconscious.

The next thing I knew I was in hospital in the ICU. The rock had fractured my skull and put me in a coma for two days. When I first woke up I couldn't remember anything about the day of the incident but slowly the memories came back.

I didn't find out who took me to hospital until last month.

It was just after we had climbed out of the tunnels, Steve was sitting next to me, both of us were bruised. I still hated Steve and blamed him for leaving me to die after what Tommy, Carol and he had done.

"I'm sorry," Steve said, sitting down next to me.

"Why?" I asked.

"I remember you now, seeing you on the floor of the Byers living room, blood coming from your head. Bruising on your pale skin, I remembered that day in June."

"Sorry doesn't fix leaving me to die" I spat "did you really think it would"

"You're wrong"

"Oh am I, really?" I scoffed, standing and walking away towards the trees.

Steve caught up quickly and stood in front of me blocking my path.

"They never told you who took you to the hospital did they because after Tommy and Carol ran off I picked you up, carried you the Mrs. Selwins door and begged her to drive us to the hospital because you hit your head and I thought it was bad. I know now that I should have called an ambulance, I shouldn't have moved you. But I was so scared that you would die, and seeing you on the floor again I thought you were dead tonight, and it scared me" Steve rambled

"I uh…um" I didn't know what to say. Steve's side of what happened changed everything.

I looked at Steve sitting next to me on the living room couch now, his chestnut hair was messy from where he had laid on the lounge, his warm brown eyes stared into mine. Steve was undoubtedly handsome, I knew that even when he was a massive asshole, but now Steve was completely different to what I had thought. And that complicated things.

"So yeah, Eddie came to visit while I was in hospital and I had just started getting my memory back after the coma and everything, he was the only person I told what happened." I continued

"So he hates you because you're hanging out with someone he thinks left you to die, hows that any of his business?"

"Not quiet" I pulled a face.

"What?"

"You remember how at Thanksgiving you asked if I was dating Eddie?"

"And you said no. Was that a lie"

"No it was true. But uh… after Tina's party and nearly being raped by Billy, Eddie saved me took me out to his van…" I rambled "I kissed him, I was stressed and I had never been kissed so the first time anyone had kissed me was Billy so I didn't want that to be my only experience and I had thought about kissing Eddie in middle school so I just did it and maybe he thought it was more."

I pinched the bridge of my nose "not that it wasn't a good kiss, I just don't really know what I want right now and after all the crap that's just happened… yeah"

"So let me get this straight, you kissed Eddie because Billy kissed you without consent and you didn't want that to be your only kiss" Steve tried to organise your rambling "and you think Eddie thought the kiss was more?"

"Yeah. I mean I told him I just didn't want Billy to be my first kiss because I didn't want that and he offered and I wanted that so I kissed him"

"Well if he hates you because of that it's his fault." Steve assured me.

The sound of a bike being thrown down in the garage broke Steve and I out of our conversation. I shifted backwards putting a little space between Steve and I when I realised how close we still were.

"Steve, Roxy?" Dustin called "jesus turn some lights on"

"Sorry we were watching a movie" I called out as Dustin turned the lights on.

I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the bright light that filled the room as Dustin launched himself over the back of the couch into the small gap between Steve and I.

"What ya watching?" Dustin asked

"Nothing right now" I stood up and rewound the tape before removing it from the VHS player.

"I should get going" Steve looked at his watch.

"Okay, see you at school tomorrow" I said.

"I will pick you up again," Steve assured before leaving.

There were only a few weeks left before the Christmas break, Steve picked me up everyday and drove me to school. Even though i told him I could catch the bus.

Most of my classes were good except for Chemistry which I had with Billy, that class always scared me. I was terrified that he would be made my lab partner but I usually got paired up with Robin, the girl who sat next to me with the freckles. She was really nice and I enjoyed talking with her in class.

As the semester drew to the end it was nearly time for the middle school Snow Ball. Dustin had been begging Steve to help him get ready and teach him how to ask a girl to dance. It was really sweet the way Dustin looked up to Steve.

The night of the Snow Ball finally arrived, Dustin was freaking out because he couldn't find his Farrah Fawcett spray he had got especially for the occasion.

Mom and I were in the living room with Tews, the new cat Dustin and I had forced Steve to take us into Indianapolis to get for mom after what happened to Mews.

"Have you seen my bag from the chemist" Dustin screamed coming into the living room.

"Have you tried the kitchen?" Mom replied.

There was a knock on the door, I knew it would be Steve.

"I will get it" I called heading through the chaos of Dustin getting ready to open the door.

"Hey" Steve smiled.

"You've created a monster Harrington" I laughed "Dustin is running around looking for the bloody Farrah Fawcet spray you took him to buy"

"Kids got the right idea" Steve stepped inside.

"Hello Steve" mom called as Steve and I headed to Dustin's room

"Hello Mrs Henderson" Steve replied politely.

We made it to Dustin's door and his face lit up.

"Thank God you're here Steve" Dustin sighed

"Woah, Henderson calm down" Steve laughed at the panicked Dustin.

"We don't need you Roxy, boys only" Dustin pulled Steve into his room and closed the door in my face.

"Dickhead" I shouted through the door and headed back to the lounge room to play with Tews.

"Steve is nice" my mom said suspiciously

"I guess" I narrowed my eyes

"You know you can tell me if you're dating Steve, I wouldn't mind."

"I'm not dating Steve we're just friends" there was a small twinge of pain as I said the word friends. I wanted to be more but it was clear Steve was still in love with Nancy.

"Oh honey" my mom detected something in my tone and pulled me into a hug. "Well if he doesn't like you back than that's a fault in him not in you"

"Okay mom, I'm fine with just being friends with him, Steve can be a jerk sometimes anyway"

After a long time Steve and Dustin came out into the living room, Dustin was dressed up like a mini Steve. I laughed.

"What" Dustin asked

"You look like Harrington" I snorted

"And is there a problem with that Roxanne?" Steve questioned

"No but we need to leave or Dustin will be late and won't get to dance with whoever this girl he wants to ask out is"

I graciously allowed Dustin to take the front seat to his dance and I climbed into the back, staring out the window as we drove the short distance to the school gym. Steve pulled up right next to the door and gave Dustin, frankly crappy girl advice, but it was good enough. After Dustin had left the car Steve turned around to me.

"You coming up here?" He asked

"Okay" I smiled as I got out and walked from the back seat to the front.

I sat down in the front seat and Steve was staring at me with a weird expression on his face, it was the same as the one he had in my living room when he was looking at the photos of me and Dustin.

"So what now?" I asked

"Do you want to drive around or we can go to mine" Steve asked

"We can drive around for a bit and then go to yours"

Steve drove out of the school area around some of the streets before speaking.

"You know I wish I wasn't such an asshole in middle school, then maybe I could have asked you to the dance" Steve said.

"I probably wouldn't have gone anyway. I'm a terrible dancer"

"I'm sure you're not that bad."

"Trust me I am"

"You just need a good leader." Steve pulled into the dark empty parking lot behind Melvalds.

"What are you doing?" I asked

Steve parked up and pulled a tape from his centre console, placing it into the cassette player on his dash. Steve turned the music up and got out of his car. Time after time played through the radio. Steve opened the passenger door and pulled me out into the cool night air.

"Steve, what are you doing" i laughed.

"Dancing" he said simply"

"I can't dance" I protested smiling.

Steve pulled me into his chest, placing my arms around his shoulders and he sat his hands on my waist. He swayed with me in the dark under the singular light in the parking lot.

"You will be ready for prom in no time" Steve whispered in my ear.

"Prom?" I groaned causing Steve to laugh

"It's my last prom before I graduate you have to come with me" Steve insisted

"I don't know"

"Please…As friends" Steve added hesitantly

"Fine, you owe me Harrington"

His smile seemed sad as he looked at me. I wondered if he felt the same way I did. If the word friends hurt him the way it hurt me. I wondered if Steve also got the pang of longing in his chest when I looked into his eyes, I wanted to ask him. To tell him how I felt, but I would risk loosing him as a friend and I couldn't do that.

Steve gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as the song ended. His warm brown eyes glanced down at my lips and back to my eyes but neither of us moved. The tension in the air between us buzzed until I pulled away from Steve, and looked up at the night sky as a shooting star flew past.

I wished that I could know if Steve felt the same way about me.

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------Keeping Up With The Winchesters by @tvdspngirl314

Summary : To take a break from everything, you move into Lawrence, where you meet the Winchester family and work for their bakery. Can you survive with three men constantly hitting on you?

Ship : Dean x reader, Sam x reader, John x reader (platonic)

Warnings : crack, angst (eventual), fluff

Characters : you, Dean, Sam, John, Mary, mentions of few ocs

------Save Yourself by @weasleywinchester

Series Summary: “I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it and him behind, forget. But you can’t.

Warnings: None as of now! Eventual Smut, angst (??) Idk I’m new, I don’t know how to do these tumblr writing things!

-----What She Doesn’t Know by @tvdspngirl314

Summary : With his marriage life on rocks, when his ex girlfriend who also happens to be his wife’s sister shows up into his life back again. Will Dean resist her or give into his desires.

Ship : Dean x Lydia (ofc), (eventual) Dean x reader

Warnings : 18+, angst, smut, cheating, a little bit of fluff, relationship drama

---Mechanic and Mistletoe by @deanwanddamons

Summary: Y/N, an ER nurse is driving home to her Mom on Christmas Eve. Her car breaks down on the side of the road. She calls Winchester Singer Autos and Bobby sends Dean to help her. Will she make it to her Mom in time for Christmas? And will she get back home in time for her shift on Boxing Day?

Universe: Mechanic AU

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Warnings: Slow build, Mechanic AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst. Each chapter will have individual warnings.

----- Supernatural Investigations by @deanxmon

Detective! Dean Winchester x detective! reader x Liam Harris (o.c)

Synopsis: Detective Winchester and Detective Y/L/N have always been the heart of N.Y.P.D. supernatural investigations. What happens when Dean returns from an investigation in Italy and finds Y/N close to another guy?

Stand Alone

-----Stand By Me by @tvdspngirl314

Summary : Jensen finally decides to confess his feelings for you

Ship : Jensen ackles x F! Reader

Warnings : fluff, a lots of fluff, nervous Jensen

-----You’re Blushing by @soaringeag1e

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing? Just a Ton of Fluff!

Words: 3,019

Prompt: "It's cold, you should take my jacket"

----- Calamitous Love by @herstarburststories

Paring: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean shows up at your house, but this is a calamitous love. Sooner or later, it's going to destroy.

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, fluff, angst, dean is a perv in a cute way, s1 dean Ily

----- Sam Winchester: Glasses by @impala1967dwinchester

Warnings: Sam because he’s always a warning, the reader fantasizing about Sam, implied smut, the reader has a crush on Sam, Sam playing clueless, little tiny mention of Dean, Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader

Summary: When Sam brings his glasses out to be able to read the lore, the reader does nothing but stare at him.

Word Count: 1.5k

----- What Went Wrong by @sofreddie

Summary: Dean tries to propose but a misunderstanding ruins everything.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, Drinking, Fluff

Word Count: 1,680

Short and Sweet

----- Mine by @girl-of-many-fandoms

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x ReaderPrompt: "I'm not jealous, I just don't like other men touching what's mine"

Warnings: None

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darkened-storm · 3 years ago

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O.C Origin Story

Because I just may never get around to writing all of this and I feel my readers need a bit of a back story going into the No Sacrifice, No Victory rewrite.

Read on for Steph and Becky’s version of events in my Beyblade universe

Japan Tournament (2000)

After losing spectacularly to her older cousin, Enrique, the Italian national champion, Steph Summers is offered a place on Team BBA, a new concept team run by Stanley Dickenson, the newly appointed chair of the Beyblade Battle Association. Excited at the chance to beat her cousin, Steph moves from Rome to suburban Japan, where she meets Dickenson’s protégé, Tyson Granger, an enthusiastic teenager who loves to Beyblade. Along with beyblade technician and strategist, Kenny, better known as the Chief, Steph and Tyson draw the attention of Kai Hiwatari and his crew of Beybladers, one of whom is Steph’s estranged cousin, Becky Carter. The Bladesharks are the current representative team of Japan, and are well known for their ruthless style of play and their tendency to destroy their opponents Beyblades, rather than just defeat them. After Tyson loses against Kai, Steph informs him that Kai’s strength comes from a sacred spirit contained inside his beyblade, the Phoenix, Dranzer. Determined to defeat Kai in the upcoming Regional Championships, Tyson discovers the family Bit-Beast, Dragoon, contained inside an old relic in his grandfather’s dojo. Steph trains Tyson and Max (Dickenson’s third recruit from America) in preparation for the tournament. She teaches Tyson to harness the power of Dragoon against her own bit-beast, Seraphina. Meanwhile, the Kai pits the Bladesharks against each other to determine their starting five for the tournament. Becky is defeated and defects to Team BBA after Carlos installs an illegal attack ring on his beyblade that destroys her Beyblade, Ophelia. In the Qualifying Tournament, Tyson meets and defeats Ray and his bit-beast, Driger whilst Max, despite discovering his own bit-beast, Draciel, is defeated by Kai. With Becky’s help, Kenny and Steph are able to come up with a strategy for Tyson to beat Kai and win the tournament. After the tournament, Stanley Dickenson officially announces the new Team BBA. Tyson, Max, Ray and Steph will form the starting lineup of the new national team, with Becky listed as a substitute and Kai as team captain. He dubs the new team; the Bladebreakers.

China and America Tournaments (2000) In order to prepare the rookie Beybladers for the World Championships in Russia that year, Dickenson sends them to Beyblade tournaments around the world - the first being the Chinese National Qualifiers, where Ray faces his former team, the White Tigers. The White Tigers are initially hostile to Tyson and his team for Ray’s defection, and it’s quite clear that the Bladebreakers are outclassed by the Chinese team. Still, with a bit of training, and some reluctant input from Kai, the Bladebreakers are able to defeat the White Tigers and win the tournament. Next stop is America, where the team spends time a Project Power Beyblade, an elite American development centre. Max’s mom, Judy Tate is the head researcher and coach of the PPB All Starz. Tyson, Ray and Max make up the final line up to defeat the All Starz and the team head over to Europe, with the intention of battling their way through Europe on their way to Russia.

European Tour (2000)

Tyson is defeated by Robert, the German Champion on their way from America to London and as such, Dickenson instructs Steph to introduce the team to each of Europe’s champions. Steph and Becky introduce the Bladebreakers to Oliver Polanski, the French National champion. Oliver questions her decision to leave Europe, stating that Japanese team will never be a match for the Russians, who are the current World Champions. Steph insists her decision was the right one, and encourages Tyson to challenge Oliver. When Tyson defeats Oliver, the French Champion encourages him to challenge Enrique in Rome next, much to Steph’s annoyance. She refuses to accompany the team to Rome, but later changes her mind, arriving moments before Tyson is defeated by Enrique. Steph, in anger at her cousin for allowing his bitbeast, Amphilyon, to attack Tyson directly instead of his beyblade, demands a rematch. Steph reveals to Tyson that Enrique’s biggest weakness is his lack of understanding of Amphilyon’s importance and their connection. With Kenny’s help, they tweak Tyson’s beyblade to give him the edge against Enrique to win the rematch. Humbled by his defeat, Enrique is able to make amends with Steph and Becky and begs Steph to return to the European team, the Majestics. Steph declines, stating that she started something with them and she intends to finish it. Enrique is glad that by doing so, the three cousins are no longer estranged. With Oliver and Enrique tagging along, the Bladebreakers head for Germany for a rematch with Robert. Tyson is unable to convince Robert to battle him again, instead Johnny challenges and defeats Kai, making it Kai’s only defeat since battling Tyson. Becky and Tyson both urge Steph to convince Robert and Johnny to a rematch, to which Robert initially declines until Steph proves she can defeat Johnny. Robert, impressed by how far Steph’s skills have come since leaving Europe offers agrees to the rematch on two conditions; the first that Steph and Becky, being former members of the Majestics, do not compete, and second; if the Majestics win, Steph and Becky return to the European team. Johnny adds a third request; that if the Bladebreakers lose, they forfeight their place in the Championships in Russia to the Majestics. Tyson, Ray and Max accept they conditions. Kai is furious that Steph gambled their place in the World Championships, reminding her that there are bigger things at stake than just a Championship Trophy, but Steph is unapologetic, stating that Dickenson intended for them to face the Majestics and that was why he recruited her to begin with. She teaches Kai to beat Johnny and the Bladebreakers win 2-1 over the Majestics before making their way to Russia.

World Championships 2000

On arrival in Russia, Boris Balkov, the coach of the Russian team invites them to Balkov Abbey, an orphanage where the Russian Team was recruited. The Abbey is a front for BIOVOLT, a beyblade organisation headed by Kai’s grandfather Voltaire with the intent of militarising the six sacred spirits controlled by the Bladebreakers and that Dickenson formed the BBA team to defeat BIOVOLT. Voltaire entices Kai into defecting by offering him Black Dranzer, a beyblade that has the power to capture other sacred spirits. When Mariah, Kevin and Lee of the White Tigers and Michael and Emily of the PPB All Starz lose their bit beasts, Tyson hatches a plan to break into the Abbey and steal them back. Becky, distraught over Kai’s deflection refuses to come along initially until Ray points out they don’t stand a chance of convincing Kai to come back without her. Tyson creates a diversion by battling Ian of the Demolition Boys, allowing Steph and Becky to sneak into the Abbey. They are seperated by Boris’s security traps and Steph stumbles upon a research lab containing BIOVOLTs genetically modified bitbeasts. She is confronted by Tala, captain of the Demolition Boys and Boris’s star pupil. Instead of sounding the alarm, he questions her. He is perplexed as to why she would go to so much effort for Kai after he defected, to which she states that if he had a friend, he would know why. Steph challenges his beliefs about Beyblading and bitbeasts, encouraging him to think about the true spirit of the sport. Tala reveals Boris’s plan for the bitbeasts and the Demolition Boys. Steph offers him the chance to run away, certain that Dickenson will take them in, which Tala seriously considers. Kai ultimately confronts Tyson and Becky, refusing to return and challenging them to a match at Lake Balkai in order to capture their bitbeasts as per his grandfather’s instructions. Steph, Tyson and Ray show up for the fight, but are no match for Black Dranzer until Max and Becky arrive. Together, they are able to defeat Black Dranzer and break it’s control over Kai. Kai almost drowns when the frozen lake is melted by the real Dranzer’s flames, but is rescued by the Bladebreakers. On their return route to Moscow, they are intercepted by the Demolition Boys. Ophelia and Draciel are lost in the ensuing battle, ruling Becky and Max out of the final match. In the championship, Steph ties her match with Ian, meaning the Championship will likely go to a fourth set. Ray defeats Bryan, but Kai loses to Spencer and Dranzer is captured in the process. The stalemate is set to be settled by a fourth match between Tyson and Tala. Max’ parents, along with Kenny and Becky work together to create and new and improved Dragoon. With Ray in hospital after his match, Steph, Kai and Ray prepare Tyson for his final match. Tyson takes the first match in the set, but Tala unleashes the power of all the bitbeasts Black Dranzer has captured. The extent of Boris and Voltaire’s experimentation is revealed as Tala withstands impossible feats from his bitbeast Wolborg that Tyson’s father, Tatsuya, considers impossible as a bitbeast draws on its beyblader’s strength. Tyson loses the second match, but despite all odds, wins the third match. The Bladebreakers defeat the Demolition Blys and become the World Champions. Voltaire is taken into custody by Interpol and BIOVOLT is dismantled but Boris escapes. Mr Dickenson pays for Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Ian to attend a private secondary school in London.

Beyblade V-Force

As World Championships are only held every second year, the Bladebreakers go their seperate ways, but reunite when threatened by the Saint Shields. The Saint Shields are custodians of bitbeasts, and when Voltaire is released due to lack of evidence, determine they must capture the six sacred spirits of the Bladebreakers to prevent their power being militarised. Team Psykick is created in Japan for that very intent. Their researchers create cyber versions of the Bladebreakers bitbeasts, building on Boris’s work in Russia. Tyson’s classmate, Hilary, gets caught up in the action, along with Kai’s classmate, Wyatt Smithwright. Wyatt becomes a test Beyblader for the prototype cyber bitbeast which goes awry, causing Wyatt to have a mental breakdown when Kai is forced to destroy the bitbeast. The Bladebreakers defeat both Team Psykicks and the Saint Shields, who allow them to keep their bitbeasts, on the condition that the Bladebreakers voluntarily surrender them if they are unable to keep them out of Voltaire’s hands.

The World Championships 2002 A year later, the format of the World Championships is changed to a tag-team event, splitting the Bladebreakers up. Rather than compete against each other for the two spots, Ray, Max, Steph and Becky elect to return to their respective teams. Tyson, feeling betrayed, vows to beat them all. The new BBA team is renamed the BBA Revolutions and Tyson’s brother Hiro returns to coach the team. Kai defects to the newly formed Blitzkrieg Boys, besting Spencer and Bryan for the second spot on the Russian Team with Tala. Newcomer, Daichi Sumeragi and his Strata Dragoon take Kai’s place. Steph and Becky return from Europe, warning Tyson of a new team, the Barthez Battalion, that defeated the Majestics in Europe. Robert and Johnny begin investigating the team’s coach, John Paul Barthez and are able to link him to BIOVOLT with Tala’s help. Tyson, Steph and Becky are able to convince Miguel to lead a revolt against Barthez. Barthez Battalion places last in the championship, Tyson and Kai face off again in the finals after Tala and Daichi tie their match and Wolborg and Strata Dragoon are too damaged for a rematch. Steph, Kenny and Becky rebuild Dragoon for the match and Tyson is victorious.

BEGA Uprising Upon their return to Japan, they are horrified to discover Boris has returned and staged a takeover of the BBA by discrediting Dickenson and the board of directors oust him. Boris forms BEGA as the new beyblade organisation of Japan. The former Bladebreakers refuse to take part in Boris’s league, leaving them unable to rebuild their Beyblades when BEGA demands all beybladers carry licenses to buy and sell beyblade gear. Boris instates Garland Siebalds, Ming Ming Love, Mystel and Crusher as the new representative Japanese beybladers for the next WBBA championships. Hiro abandons the BBA and becomes coach of BEGA, alienating Tyson and his friends. Tala, Spencer and Bryan confront Boris at BEGA HQ, defeating all the BEGA initiates and demanding Boris disband BEGA. The Bladebreakers get wind of Tala’s plan and rush to help, but by the time they arrive, Tala has already lost to Garland and is placed in a coma to recover from injuries sustained in the battle. Steph is distraught over Tala, but pours her energy into helping Kenny develop his own beyblade system, the Heavy Metal system. Kai defects to BEGA but is sorely beaten by Brooklyn. Tyson rallies his friends, and with the support of every beyblader they have met across the tournaments, reform the team as the G Revolutions. Steph surrenders her place as the fifth beyblader when Kai returns in order to let him have his rematch with Brooklyn, which she regrets as even though Kai wins, his bond with Dranzer is destroyed. With Tyson’s victory over Brooklyn, BEGA is disbanded and the BBA reinstated. Hiro returns to help Dickenson rebuild, admitting to himself that he left to create a bigger challenge he knew Tyson could overcome, even if it damaged his relationship indefinitely with his younger brother.

Introduction to NSNV The World Championships are placed on hiatus while the BBA, a major contributor to the WBBA reforms. Kai and Tala leave to find Dranzer in Russia, leaving Becky’s relationship with Kai undetermined. Steph and Becky return to Italy to participate in the Italian Championships. Becky is defeated by Steph, who is in turn beaten by Enrique once again. Steph, now seventeen, considers retiring from Beyblading in order to focus on getting into college. She attends summer school in London and is reunited with Dickenson’s grandson, Matt Ishida. Matt’s indifference to Beyblading gives Steph a much needed break, but ultimately she realises she’s not ready to retire and returns to the Bladebreakers.

#beyblade fanfiction #Beyblade season 4 fic #beyblade #beybladeNano #beyblade oc #steph summers #Becky Carter

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crime-brains · 5 years ago

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Uh Yeah I Wrote Some Stuff.

It's technically Emily Prentiss x an O.C. but I don't think I ever mention the O.C.'s name or anything so it could be Emily Prentiss x Reader 🤷‍♀️

It doesnt have anything nsfw

It's a lil angsty maybe idk

It's only like a thousand words but I'm like JUST getting back into writing so yea

Basically it takes place during and after the events of “It Takes a Village”

Maybe I’ll write a second part idk man

I sat there, staring at my dead girlfriend, who, in fact, was not dead; and was standing in front of me, breathing, and being very much alive. A few emotions hit me all at once, shock, relief, anger. I felt tears beginning to form in my eyes just from the sheer force of everything I was feeling. I had to turn away; and met the gaze of my best friend, the one who had helped me get over the death of my girlfriend, Penelope Garcia. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth stuck in an "O" shape.

I blinked a couple times, clearing the tears from my eyes and looked back towards my girlfriend, who was now wrapped tightly in the arms of one Spencer Reid. I stood up, not sure what I was going to do, would I kiss her? Would I run out the door? Hell if I knew. Spencer finally released her from his embrace and she and I immediately locked eyes. She took a few strides towards me, and I stepped back, nearly running into our Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner. I immediately felt horrible when I saw the pain that passed over her features.

"I- uh- sorry." And with that eloquently crafted sentence, I bolted out the door, making a beeline for the restroom.

Once inside, I locked the door and stood there, chest heaving and mind racing. I thought of all the grieving that the team had done, I thought of Hotch, grieving with us, but he had known all along. He had sent her away! I thought of the countless sleepless nights I had spent sobbing over her, her scent still heavy on the pillows. Meanwhile she was off who knows where, living her life. But as I calmed down I realized that she probably would have actually been killed if she had stayed, and although I was still mad, I knew putting her in witness protection was ultimately the right decision.

I quietly left the restroom, going to the interrogation rooms where the rest of the team was. As I approached Reid turned around.

"You good?" He whispered. The whole team had been hit hard by Em's "death", but everyone could tell it had really taken a toll on Reid. We had been friends before that whole incident, but he, Garcia and I had really bonded over our grief.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, I just needed a minute." I stammered. He nodded and turned back to the glass where the team was watching Em grill Doyle about who Declan's mom was. Once she got an answer she left the room, we locked eyes and she paused for a moment, before hastily making her way back to the briefing room where Garcia was already pulling up things about the women's background.

"Well, big surprise, she was not a nice lady." Garcia said as she pulled up various unsavory business endeavors.

"Looks like before she got into chemicals, she had a prostitution ring." J.J. read from the monitor.

As Spencer rattled off some facts I dared a glance at Emily, she looked the same, but, more tired. As I studied her face I realized that she had to lose us too, and she hadn't known when, or if, she would be coming back.

As I pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer Emily tentatively broke the awkward silence.

"I can sleep on the couch if you want.." She said sheepishly. I knew these first few days back were going to be awkward, not communicating with your significant other in months, then them suddenly coming back into your life? It's an interesting situation to say the least, even more so when you were living together at the time of their "demise".

"No- It's fine, unless you don't want- I mean, I can sleep on the couch if you want- but I'm fine-" Em cut me off before I could continue making a fool of myself.

"I really missed you." Those words hit me like a train. It felt like everything I hadn't been saying exploded inside my chest, and I fell to the floor, sobbing.

Em immediately ran over, hugging me close as we both sat on the kitchen floor, the feeling of the cold tile seeping into our skin.

I had no idea where to start. I wanted to apologize for running away earlier, I wanted to tell her how much I missed her, how much everyone had missed her. I wanted to tell her everything that had happened since she'd been gone, the people we had helped, the ones we'd lost, the dumb shenanigans we had gotten into. But unfortunately all that came out was ugly sobs and the occasional hiccup.

"Hey, hey, it's alright." She said quietly, rubbing small circles on my back.

"I- uh- I'm s-sorry about earlier." I managed to say between sobs. Em smiled sadly,

"Hey, I totally get it. It was a lot." She said softly, looking into my eyes. "Do you want to talk about it? Or yell about it? If you need to yell at me I

get it."

"N-No I just, uh, I missed you a lot. We all did. I-It hit Spence pretty hard." I said, staring straight ahead, I wasn't sure whether I actually wanted to tell her about how the team felt or if I just wasn't ready to confront my own feelings about this whole.. uh.. ordeal.

"If you wanna try and get some sleep then talk about it in the morning we could do that?" Em asked, trying to meet my watery eyes. I looked up at her, my eyelids heavy from a long day at work and all the crying I had just done.

"Maybe that's a good idea." I admitted, slowly standing up, then helping Emily up. "I- uh- I'm gonna go get ready for bed." I said, still in a post-cry haze. I wandered to the bathroom, continuing my nighttime routine as normal. As I made my way to the bed I felt odd. Em was back, but it didn't feel right. I shook off the weird feeling in my chest and climbed into bed, giving Em a small kiss on the cheek before turning off my bedside lamp and moving under the covers.

#cm #criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x oc #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss fanfiction

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seenashwrite · 5 years ago

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The (Once) Demon Barber From Robintree

Word Count: 1.4K Category: One-shot, Behind-the-scenes canon compliant, Friendship-Turns-To-More, Humor, Fluff Rating: Teen & Up Character(s): Dean, Sam, Reader/Female O.C. Pairing(s): Sam x Reader/Female O.C. Warnings: None Author’s Note: *This is a re-post without tags and links in an effort to get it to show in searches*; from a reader’s request to do something involving a haircut Overall Summary: Sometimes accidents *do* happen accidentally, but most of the time, turns out it’s Dean. Now you might lose something you’ve worked hard for - though when it comes to Sam, perhaps you’ll gain something more.

“Peanut butter.”

“Second thing I tried.”

“Olive oil.”

“Third thing.”

“Wait, what was the first thing?”

“When Dean used two handfuls of a $40, six-ounce, brand-new tube of my conditioner.”

“Oh, shut up, Sam!” Dean exclaimed, and when he did, my head snapped to the side.

Because he was in a hand-talking mood. Because he was annoyed. And because his fingers were tangled in my hair.

So I jabbed my elbow behind me, but he dodged it and snickered.

“I’m gonna go get the scissors.”

“No!” Sam and I shouted at the same time.

“No,” I repeated, and quietly, trying to force myself into a calmer state. “This is fixable. We have beaten worse.”

Sam nodded, gave my knee a squeeze, continued to have that never-ending, grade-A, Sam-patented brand of sincere sympathy in his eyes.

And Dean continued to - I can only assume - pluck individual hairs from my scalp.

Slowly.

“Dean!”

“What?!”

“Bag in the kitchen, on the table - I got shortening, too.”

“I don’t—”

“GET THE DAMN CRISCO, DEAN!”

“Hey, I’m not the one who got the gum in your hair, okay?” he said, coming around the chair to frown at me.

“You’re the one who gave the kid the gum. Still don’t know why—”

“Stopped his crying, didn’t it?”

“—or where you even got the friggin’ stuff!”

“It was on the floor. Y'know, those little machines that got knocked over.”

“You knocked them over!”

“Did you miss all of the vamps in that store?! I’m not bitching about you taking out that mountain of apples—”

“What in the blue HELL do APPLES have to DO with the KID that you THREW at me—”

“I did NOT, I just HANDED him—”

“You LAUNCHED him like you were at the FREE-throw line, you motherf—”

“Okay! Okay, guys!” Sam cut in, standing from his crouched position beside me.

He held his hands up, like he was trying to show a pack of attacking animals that he was no threat. I closed my eyes, since I was getting a migraine. Dean crossed his arms, because he’s twelve.

“Let’s try this last thing, take a break while it…. while it….”

“Makes her crust all nice and flaky?” Dean asked.

“Ass.”

“Likewise.”

“AAAAND,” Sam cut back in, shooting Dean a look as he did so, “then we’ll discuss cutting. That sound like a plan?”

Dean went off to the kitchen and Sam grabbed one of the other chairs, bringing it over and sitting directly in front of me. I glanced at the table. The remains of our failed experiments looked like some sort of bizarro-world, condiment-based hair salon.

“Hey, talk to me,” Sam said, and I turned my eyes back to his.

“It’s just hair,” I told him. Told myself.

“You trying to convince me?”

Mind-reader. That made me smile. But only a little.

“I’ll cut mine, too,” he added on.

And even though I burst into laughter at the mere thought of it, this - of all things - was what prompted the tears that had been waiting in the wings to finally make their grand entrance.

His forehead immediately creased, then he took both my hands in his, the big softie, and for once I decided to let somebody hold my hand - literally and metaphorically. And he decided to keep his mouth shut and let me sniffle for the five-point-two seconds I allowed myself to do so. And then we both decided one of my hands should slip away so I could wipe at my nose with my sleeve.

I let my hand drift to the side, tucking a few gooey pieces of hair behind my ear, let my fingertips slip through, let them run down, all the way to the ends. Kept them there, too. Now I was winding and twisting, something I’d never really done before, but it seemed apt - we were working towards a now or never situation.

“It’s taken years, you know? It was already short when I was old enough to hunt - Ma always kept it looking like I was two steps away from enlisting my entire childhood. Then it was growing, and I just had to go and chop it because I liked Jody’s haircut so much, and before you say—”

“You pulled it off.”

“—it, no, I did not pull it off.” I looked down at our clasped hands resting on my lap. “Ma said it a million times, if it was too long, it was gonna get in my way.”

“Not exactly what happened, and you had it up… which, you know, is probably how the gum…”

“Oozed from one side to the other when I unwound it? Yeeeeeaahh.”

“Anyway, I’m sure she meant more like… something grabbing onto it, using it against you.”

“Well, I got a feeling that’s not gonna be an issue anymore.”

Dean came walking back in, beer in one hand, scrolling through something on his phone with the other.

Sam waited for him to get well past the threshold of the door, giving him more than a fair shot to tune in to the rest of the world. “Hello?”

Dean looked up, still coming towards us. “Yeah?”

“Where. Is. The. Grease.”

I’d said it with the same growl of an accusation I’d used on that kid, when I’d passed him off to his father and asked after the giant wad missing from his stupid fat cheek.

Dean turned on his heel without breaking stride, heading back upstairs. “If I had a dime for every time a woman said…” he trailed off over his shoulder.

“‘Woman’,” I repeated softly. “Huh. I think that’s my problem. I’m a grown-up. Not supposed to have long, time-consuming, adds-to-an-already-messy-life hair when you’re my age. Supposed to keep it as uncomplicated as possible. So you get whatever TV mom cut’s the most popular at the time. That’s what women do, that’s a thing, right?”

Sam shrugged. "Doesn’t have to be your thing.“ Then he shot me a crooked little grin, ran his free hand through his hair. ”Our thing,“ he clarified.

And something about the way he said it… something about the way he was moving his thumb over my knuckles… if I were honest, something about the way we’d been looking at each other since about five minutes after we met…

"What is gonna be our thing?” I asked.

We were staring at each other, neither of us knowing the answer, when Dean jogged back in, carrying that same beer and nothing else.

“I looked in all the bags, it’s not….” A brief pause while he - accurately - read the mood of the room. “Yeah, well, uh, Imma go check under the seats of the—”

“Hey, Dean?” I interrupted, still looking at Sam.

“Hmmm?”

“Just go find something to whack this crap off, will ya?”

“Awesome!”

I swear to god, it sounded like he skipped down the hallway.

“I’ll do it,” Sam told me.

“You’ll get all nervous.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re nervous right now.”

We’d been drifting closer, ever-so-slightly, and now were almost nose-to-nose.

“First kisses tend to do that,” he whispered against my lips.

Eventually Dean bounded back into the room, and we pulled apart, turning at the same time to see him standing there with a no-nonsense expression on his face. He was flipping an angel blade. His eyes were practically dilated, and were absolutely sparkling with glee.

“Scissors are busted. Gotta do this cowboy-style!”

“Did you get possessed between here and your room!? And cowboys didn’t—-”

“I’ll do it,” Sam repeated, this time with more authority and beginning to rise from his chair, but ol’ Sweeney Dean had already come behind me and snatched up the middle section of my hair.

“Hey, knock yourself out - of the two of us, ain’t nobody calling me the hair expert,” Dean said, and he flipped the blade one last time, holding it handle-first towards Sam.

“No, no, no,” I told Sam, and he sat again.

“Are you sure?”

“Your job is to hold my hand." And I gripped both of his, probably too hard, but Sam just smiled.

"Long as you need.”

“Won’t be long at all!” Dean announced, and I gasped at the sudden lightness, cool air hitting the back of my neck for the first time in what felt like eons.

He actually chuckled at my reaction, the maniac, now stepping to the side to continue his hack-job. Sam’s smile turned toothy, though, and my shoulders instantly relaxed - another thing that had seemed eons-gone. Part of me wondered if I’d just traded one set of tangles for another.

That is, til he slipped a hand out from mine and ran it across the side of my neck, then to the back, rubbing gently as Dean kept lopping away.

“This is good,” he said.

“Not bad,” Dean agreed.

“It’s perfect,” I told them.

And it has been.

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bastillewolf · 7 years ago

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Last Winter (Bucky/Reader/Steve) - Chapter I

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader, (in later chapters!)Steve Rogers/Reader

Summary: Even though he claims to be as tough as he appears to be, James Buchanan Barnes doesn’t have a skin made of metal. While he has to work hard for his money, keep his best friend from picking a fight and his sister protected, he feels as if the slightest breeze might be able to push him over. That is until a stranger picks an interest in him and helps him find his way back home. Whatever home feels like.

Warnings: (Not all apply to this chapter) Strong female characters, mentions of violence and death, angst, mental health issues, future sexual content

Notes: Please let me know if you prefer an original character or a reader-insert, it means a lot to me. I’m never really sure how to write down what the reader feels considering everyone reacts differently to situations so if no one comments anything, I’ll make this O.C. instead of reader-insert.

1940s slang:

Fat-head = a stupid or foolish person.

Dead hoofer = a poor dancer.

To take a powder = to leave.

A dish = a cute girl.

Kraut = what Americans called the Germans during the Second World War.

CHAPTER I - Winter leaves its mark

James Buchanan Barnes always considered himself to be the responsible one, someone who wouldn’t punch a fella straight in the face if they’d called him a fat-head or a dead hoofer, unlike his best pal Steve. Steve always sought out the fights, he wasn’t one to take a powder when the town’s bully would ridicule the advertisement of America’s bravest soldiers shown in the cinema. He wouldn’t care that he’d be thrown against the trash cans in the alleyway outside, or that he’d get kicked in the stomach over and over again till he was bruised and bleeding. Of course, Bucky would always be right in time to save his ass.

Then again, Bucky was the responsible one of the duo.

He thinks back to this morning, where he’d met this cute blonde at the apothecary, where he was supposed to pick up Steve’s medicine.

Steve and him, they worked hard to scramble the money together. Bills needed to be paid, Buck’s sister needed to be looked after and Steve’s state of health didn’t make things easier for the two of them. But they always managed to get by, one way or another. In a couple of weeks, his sister would be off to boarding school and it was only a matter of months till he would be joining the army. Perhaps he could send some of his wages back home, to make sure Steve could go to art school.

Bucky didn’t really feel like he needed the money. He didn’t think he’d have a future after joining the military. So, he was set on making sure Steve would. The kid was talented, he’d have a fair chance at getting a proper job. Bucky did not.

As he took out the cash from his pocket, he felt someone’s gaze fixed on him. She had the bluest eyes and a polka dot dress on. He’d have to admit, she was a dish. But the way she followed Bucky’s hand as he paid the employee, made him hesitant to walk up to her.

You see, Bucky had gone to the funeral of Steve’s parents only a couple hours earlier. He’d worn his best – and only – suit, with his hair slicked back and his shoes shined. He hadn’t thought of changing after dropping Steve off at home.

She obviously thought he had quite a share of money stored in the bank.

He obviously knew he did not. He didn’t even have an account.

But she didn’t have to know that.

He took her out, treated her like any real gentleman would, and even shared a kiss afterward. She was absolutely smitten with him, he could tell. After all, he’d been in this situation plenty of times.

He never intended to go out today, he’d rather have hung out with Steve. But he knew what this girl wanted from him, and in a way that’s what made him ask her out in the first place. Not because he liked her, but because he wanted to teach her a lesson.

His ma had told him plenty of stories when he was a kid, about all of her lady friends who had married for the money and didn’t really care for their man. They had all ended up taking care of the kids, cleaning, cooking, becoming the perfect housewife. His ma had always told him to watch out for those girls. She wanted him to marry a girl he loved, whereas his dad had merely instructed him that he should get someone who’d do all the chores at home for him and who would obey his every command like a soldier would. His dad had slept a couple of nights on the couch after that strong piece of advice.

He’d always remember his mom to be the strongest person he’d ever come to have known. She’d taught him all he knew, and he intended even now, after her death, to make her proud of the son she had raised.

A very fond memory, but unfortunately it didn’t soothe the pain of a set of knuckles connecting to his face. He shook back to what was happening in the now and only then realized his idiocy in never stopping with trying to make other folks listen to his own so-called wisdom.

The gal’s boyfriend had shown up, right when Bucky had wanted to tell the girl the truth about the contents of his wallet. Apparently, the couple had had a big fight the day before about him losing his job and not being able to take care of her and whatnot. The usual stuff.

The gal had taken off without a second glance in Buck’s direction.

Of course, the bloke took his anger out on him. And in that moment Buck wished that he had someone for him like he was for Steve. Someone to remind him of how stupid he actually is and yet takes care of him while he lectures. No one took care of him anymore.

“Look, pal, I didn’t know she was your girl,” he tried to reason, but it was obvious that it was useless. The man’s red face wore eyes with fire which would have made any Kraut scurry off in fear.

Bucky tried to hit him, missed and ended up with a large foot in his gut and two arms wrapping around his neck, sucking the air out of his lungs.

‘Great job, Buck,’ he thought to himself in his annoyance, ‘Just add those cracks and bruises up to the medical bills. Steve will be happy to hear that.’

He started to feel lightheaded, and he knew he was going to pass out any second then.

But then a voice echoed through the alleyway they were in, making the man loosen his grip a little and Bucky already felt a surge of gratitude towards whoever was brave enough to step in.

Until he looked up at his rescuer and had to do his best to keep his jaw from dropping in shock.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” The words left her mouth like a song of velvet tones, soft yet threatening.

She wore an army green service uniform, one Bucky would only recognize as one only of the highest ranking would receive. It appeared to have been tailored just for her, as it fit her curves like a tight leather glove. Her hair was curled at the tips and was pushed back enough to show off her striking facial features, along with a scar which ran from her right cheekbone up to the inside of her left eyebrow. She didn’t appear to be self-conscious about it, however, as she carried herself with a confidence that little girls would look up to and boys would admire.

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to tare his gaze from her eyes. They looked as if they had lived through hundreds of years of the endless routine of life, experienced and focused, yet so tired and aged, even though the rest of her didn’t show any signs of elderliness.

Of course, he was intrigued; she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his gaze upon.

“Why don’t you mind your own business, lady,” the man growled, “this ain’t no place for people like you.”

If he hadn’t been holding him in a chokehold, Bucky would’ve – only this once – agreed and would’ve told her to turn her back to him and walk back the way she had come from.

A well-acted look of confusion crossed her face. “People like me? And who exactly are people like me? Last I checked, there are no people like me, but me.”

Bucky admired her confidence, he’d give her that.

The bully seemed puzzled with her words for a moment and of course, a man with his IQ would only grow angrier when being outsmarted and treated like a child. “I’ll give you one last warning, lady. Get lost or get tossed.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I said no. My ass won’t be the one to land in the mud.”

It seemed the brute hadn’t been bluffing about his final warning. He threw Bucky off of him, sending him tumbling against the wall. His head received a big blow, making his ears pop and his vision go dark.

As the ringing subsided, all he could hear was a snap, a high-pitched scream, and something hitting the floor. He was too scared to open his eyes.

When he felt a hand land on his shoulder, he knew he was done for. He sent out a silent prayer for the brave beauty and for his own good, hoping for this to end soon. If he got home with any more bruises than he already has, he would most likely cause Steve to have a heart attack or something and that was, again, a bill from the hospital they could not afford to pay.

The punk would probably even blame himself for not being there for Bucky. And then the poor dame-

He had to get through this for her. Just think of her and maybe it won’t hurt as much.

He waited for it, for the pain, for he thought he deserved this punishment.

But it never came.

“Are you alright?”

Blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, his eyes stared up in wonder at the beauty standing in front of him, who appeared not to have a scratch on her. “H-How did you…”

A groan nearby made him stop his mumbling and look over.

“You bitch!” the man yelled at her, “You broke my fucking arm!”

Indeed, Bucky noted. The piece of bone sticking out from the flesh of his upper arm made it clear that he would need more than just a bit of bandaging. Horrific, but impressive none the less.

“I’ll break something else if you don’t keep your trap shut,” she hissed back with as much venom as her voice made of pure honey could manage.

Their eyes locked, and neither of them wanted a key to change that. He looked into her shining ones, while she got lost in his own little blue seas. No words needed to be spoken, because they both felt the same. The electricity, the warmth that spread through both hearts gradually.

It sounded cheesy really, in their own minds, to think love at first sight was a real thing. And yet this feeling made them question their morals and decisions throughout their entire life, for if this was real, then how had they ever made the right choices, while not knowing what living with this incredible feeling was like?

“Hi,” he smiled, a dashing one only he could manage to gather in a moment such as this.

“Hello,” she replied, with a small chuckle of her own.

#Marvel #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #1940s #Fanfiction #Steve x reader #Bucky x reader #Feminism #Strong female character #Fluff #Slang #World War 2

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magic-weirdo · 3 years ago

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So I wrote this story like?? a year ago?? for school (idk how I was allowed to write this lol) but I didn't have time to edit it then and I don't want to edit it now so deal with it. betcha didn't know I used to write!!! and wanna write more, that's why I'm posting this

Warning: this is practically a hunger games fanfic and mentions hunger games-y stuff like death

Words: 3,603 (I didn't think I wrote this much what???)

I sat in the backseat of the car sketching some designs for future cosplays and listening to music on my headphones. I was going to my friend Elizabeth’s grandparents cabin, it was right next to a forest and a lake. We decided only a month ago that it would be the perfect place for filming. Now, dear reader, you may be wondering “what do you mean filming and why would you drive five hours just for that?!” Well maybe not the five hours part, I didn't mention that.

We’re cosplaying as our Hunger Games O.C’s, or at least I am. Liz said on multiple occasions that she just prefers filming and making the clothes.

The car came to a stop and my mom’s muffled voice said, “Alice, we’re here.”

In approximately one second my backpack was on my back and I jumped out the door landing on my feet. Then I tripped over my feet and tumbled, landing on my back. My parents calmly got out of the car and walked over to me.

“You probably broke everything in your backpack,” my mom said, holding out a hand to help me up.

“Good thing nothing expensive or too breakable was in here,” I swatted her hand away and started to sit up. “I don’t need your help, I am a strong, independent, owww gods that hurts. I think I’m just gonna lie here- for a minute.”

“Percy Jackson,” my parents said in unison, they had made it their job to identify every fandom reference I made.

“Why would you do that anyways,” my dad asked. “Liz isn’t even out here.”

“Yeah I know, she texted me, she’s hiding in the forest and I have to find her. And I did it for my own entertainment.”

“And I caught it all in 4K.” Elizabeth jumped out of a tree. “Pier: first death, death by jumping out of a car way too quickly,” She said dramatically in her capital voice. Her dark blonde hair was in a braid and she was wearing her forest green trench coat-like jacket she made, it was one of the first clothing items she made for herself.

“Hey! I thought I was supposed to come and find you.” I stood up. Elizabeth put her handycam into a case and shoved it in her backpack.

“You still can,” Elizabeth grinned, “wait at least thirty seconds before looking, shank!” Then she was gone, disappeared into the forest.

“Maze Runner,” my parents said. I growled lightly and shoved my sketchbook into my backpack, forgetting my phone, and ran.

“Be back by six thirty,” I heard my dad call. “We’re having a fire.” He might have said more, but I wasn’t paying attention. “Six thirty. Fire. Remember” I told myself silently.

It took me only an hour to catch her, I found her in half an hour, but it turned into a game of tag.

We went for hours walking and pointing out cool areas when we realized we were in an area we didn't recognize. It was overgrown and we couldn't remember which way we came from.

“Hey Liz, did you bring your phone?” I asked.

“Nope, It's charging in my room,” She said. “Hey, what time is it?” I looked at my watch,

“Six twelve.”

“Perfect, my parents are making a fire at six thirty-”

“-and we’ll see the smoke! How could I forget that,” I interrupted.

We each climbed a tree, but I couldn’t see the cabin. Sitting in silence, we waited for the smoke.

Six thirty came around. Still no sign of the fire.

“Their such slow-pokes,” I thought, “Just light the dang fire.”

Perfectly timed with my thoughts, the smoke rose above the trees, a little under a mile away. I turned towards Liz, she was staring at the smoke, most likely calculating her path. She glanced at me and I braced myself, I knew that look.

“Hey Alice,” she grinned, “Race ya.”

She jumped down her tree like a squirrel and landed on her feet. I jumped from a higher branch and had to roll to avoid breaking my ankles, but luckily I landed a second before her. She was faster, but I was smaller and swifter. It ended in a tie.

After we ate and had s’mores we chanted random latin phrases and words while dancing around the fire. The looks on our parents and Liz’s grandparents' faces were priceless. We didn’t go inside until nearly midnight. Elizabeth was going to show me the clothes she made, but we both fell asleep.

The next morning went by in a blur. We ate breakfast quickly, Elizabeth finished the first outfit we needed and I styled my wig and did my makeup.

"Hey, Alice," Elizabeth said from across the room, "you wanna try this on?"

I stared at the green dress in amazement. I never figured out how she made her clothes this well, or this quickly. It was an everyday- after I won the 70th hunger games- dress. We’re going fishing later so it was perfect.

"Quit staring at it and go try it on," she shoved the dress into my arms, "put your wig on too!" With the dress in my arms I skipped into the bathroom grabbing my wig on the way. After I put the dress on I put my shoulder length auburn hair into a wig cap and slid the short, fluffy, dark wig over it. I leaned closer to the mirror to make sure my makeup still looked good. Freckles, check. Eyeliner, check. Highlights and shadows, check. The same brilliantly blue eyes as always, check. I took a step back to look at myself one more time when I had a blinding headache. I leaned against the wall clutching my head. I've had some pretty bad headaches before but this was horrible tears pricked in my eyes. Then it was gone. I took a few deep breaths, stood up straight and opened my eyes. Something felt off.

I stared at the mirror. The person staring back wasn’t me. I put my hand on my head expecting to feel the wig, but it was real hair. I looked almost exactly as I did when I got into my cosplay, but the subtle differences were enough. I spun around and threw the door open. I wasn't in the cabin anymore, this was smaller and it smelt like… salt? I stumbled backwards, the realization hitting me like a brick. I was in The Hunger Games.

My mind is running in circles, no cross that, my mind has gotten into a car and is now speeding in circles. I could feel myself shivering, but I wasn't cold. Panic was taking over my body. I sat there in a daze for what felt like hours, though it was most likely only thirty minutes.

Focusing on the sound of waves crashing, the smell of the sea and the voices outside of the small house I’m in. My brain snapped back into reality. I stared at myself in the mirror again, steadying my breath. I’m wearing an aqua and aquamarine dress, it has a wave design with golden accents and fell right above my knees. It’s the dress Elizabeth designed for the reaping.

Elizabeth! I spun around and did a quick scan of the room.

“Elizabeth I swear if you're here I will murder you,” I muttered to myself. “though I guess it wouldn’t be your fault- Oh Gods the reaping is today!” I stumbled out the door and looked at the sun, it was about seven thirty. I walked to the square hurriedly , I did NOT want to know what would happen if I was late. Though, I'm not quite sure how I knew the way.

When I got to the sign-in area, I was one of the last people there.

“Name?” A peacekeeper asked.

“Al-” I paused, that wasn’t my name here, “Pier”

“Pier, Pier, Pier,” she muttered “Pier Seawood?”

I choked back a laugh. Seawood? That was the most cliche name that this world could have generated. Which means my name is most definitely going to be reaped.

“Yes,” I replied.

I stood in a crowd of kids twelve to eighteen year olds. On the stage there were eight chairs. In six of them sat the past victors, one sat the Mayor and the last sat the Capital person who was going to call out the names. My eyes focused on the two glass bowls, my name’s only in there three times. My name will be drawn.

At eight o’clock a person, who I assume could only be the Mayor, walked towards the podium. He read the opening, the history of Panem was even more boring than I expected. Then he introduced the name calling person, I wasn’t paying attention and didn't catch his name. He had bright yellow hair and a horrible smile.

“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!” He said with way too much enthusiasm. He talked for a while about how excited he was to be here.

“Ladies First,” he finally said. He stuck his hand into the bowl, mixing around the papers before grabbing one. I held my breath. He seemed to take forever to unfold it.

“Pier Seawood!”

Even though I knew it was going to happen, I felt like throwing up. I took a step forward and the other kids cleared a path. Then I realized I most likely looked weak and that was not the strategy I was going to use. Standing up straight, holding my head high and wearing the faintest of smiles, I walked up to the stage.

“Any volunteers?” No one said anything. Clearly my act of bravery wasn't at all convincing.

“Excellent, Excellent!” I did not see how this was excellent. “Now for the boys!” Yellow hair smiled. He grabbed a piece of paper from the bowl and skipped back to the podium.

“Max Jamieson!”

He looked pretty young, probably only thirteen, poor kid. It felt weird knowing how he died. Yellow hair asked for volunteers, no one steps forward. The mayor reads the Treaty of Treason, which is even more boring than the history.

Eventually the ‘ceremony’ ended and the peacekeepers rushed us away. I’m put into a room with velvet furniture and thick carpet. I hated velvet. I recognized this room, it's the room where you say goodbye to your family and friends. So of course I saw no one. I waited there for a while, refusing to sit down.

The train ride to the capital would only take a couple of hours. I walked to the chamber I would stay in for this time, it was nice. I took a quick shower and towel dried my hair. In the dressing area I found a pair of jeans that would fit me and a dark gray shirt a size or two too big. Perfect.

I was lying in bed when the yellow haired capital guy called me for supper. I noticed I was last to the table. Then I noticed who the mentors were, one of them I didn’t know the name of the other was Finnick Odair.

I dropped into my chair, I doubt I could have looked Finnick in the eyes without sobbing. He’s my favorite character, and had the most unnecessary death. Rue had to die in the end and Prim helped the plot, but Finnick was killed in half a sentence and had no memorial. Yes, I will die mad about it. Max and the mentors talked about how to survive for most of the time. I was thinking about how to escape, I had a real world to get back to.

After we ate we went into another compartment to watch the recaps of the other reapings. They all were normal, Cato volunteered, Foxface was chosen, Rue was chosen and most importantly Katniss volunteered for Prim. One stood out to me though, the district three girl Pixel, she was the same age as me and had medium length brown hair and green eyes. I don’t remember reading about her, or seeing her in the movies, but I was probably just tired. I went back to my chamber and curled up on top of the sheets. My eyes burned as I tried to keep my tears at bay. There was only about twenty minutes before we got to the capital.

Max popped his head in the doorway “we’ll be at the station in a few minutes,” then disappeared. I sat up with a sigh and walked into the compartment everyone else was in. The compartment was dark which meant we were in the tunnel already. I sat by one of the windows, wanting to see what the capital looked like. Max sat by the next window. The compartment filled with a bright light that hurt my eyes. Hundreds of brightly colored people were watching the train, it was terrible all these people were excited to watch us die.

I saw Max waving and smiling, so I put on my best fake smile and waved. The compartment went dark again as we pulled into the station.

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I stood next to the chariot petting the horse, everyone was glaring at Katniss and Peeta. Honestly it was amazing seeing the fire, luckily my dress looks much better than it did in the movies. We got into an elevator for the training center and where we’ll be living until the games. Just before the door closed someone caught my eye, the girl from district three, Pixel, was staring at me.

The whole elevator ride up yellow hair could only talk about how amazing Katniss and Peeta’s outfits were.

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I waited in the underground training room, district twelve was the last to show up. Once we were dismissed I went straight to the knives, it was easier than I thought. I figured it out relatively quickly and was hitting the target every time. When I was about to move to the next thing Pixel walked over.

“Alice?” She whispered as she grabbed a few knives.

“What- how?” I stammered. She looked me dead in the eyes. There was something about the look she was giving me or maybe it was the aura around her, but it felt familiar.

“Elizabeth?!” I gasped. She nodded grimly.

“Pier Seawood.” I held out a hand.

“Pixel Springlock,” She said, then shook my hand.

I laughed “Springlock?”

“Hey your name isn’t any better Seawood” she hissed. “I bet whoever or whatever sent us here used a random name generator.”

“No, no,” I kept laughing. “Elizabeth. Springlock. Think about it for a second.”

She thought about it “oh- OH!” she burst into a fit of giggles.

“There better not be an ice cream scooper in the arena,” I said through giggles.

We threw a few knives, hitting the targets most of the time, before moving on. With our mentors permission we went to archery next.

“Finnick’s your mentor,” Liz whispered “Luckyyy.”

“Yeah, maybe if I was a simp like you, I can’t even look at him without seeing his death.”

She sighed, “oh the emotional trauma these books left us with.” That line got her a jab from my elbow. We got a few weird looks from the other tributes, but it didn’t matter. We spent the rest of the days coming up with a plan, and training.

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It was the night before the games, everyone was silent the whole time they ate. Max finished eating quickly and walked off to his room, it was just me and the two mentors. As soon as his footsteps faded away I stood up,

"Any tips?" I asked the two mentors. They looked surprised, I had barely talked before.

“You’re a career,” The one who I found out’s name is Dylan said. “You need to team up and-”.

“I will not team up with any career, except Pixel,” I interrupted.

“But-”

“No.”

“If you want our help then take it.” He slammed his hands on the table standing up. He glared at me, but I stood my ground. After a minute of silence he turned around and walked away muttering curses under his breath. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “Well that was a very short conversation” I thought

“I’ve seen the two of you talking,” Finnick said. “What's your plan?”

I jumped slightly, forgetting he was still there. It took me a moment, but I realized he was talking about me and Elizabeth.

“We’ll run from the cornucopia and find a source of water”

“You need to get a weapon.” he leaned forwards slightly. “I’ve seen you training, you're best with knives.”

“How am I supposed to get one of those?”

He smirked, “You think you can catch one?”

He told me his plan, it was risky, but it might just work.

He stood up and straightened his shirt, “Get some rest, you’ll need it.”

I nodded, “Thank you.” I looked up at his famous green eyes and held back a sob. Before I knew what I was doing I wrapped my arms around him, muttering I’m sorry.

“Why-” He started.

“The rebellion, Katniss, Mockingjay. You don't-” I stopped, there was no rebellion, not yet.

“Pier, what are you talking about?” He said in a hushed voice. Tears running down my face, I looked him in the eyes and whispered,

“I'm sorry. Goodbye.” Before running to my room, leaving him there in shock.

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I stood on the platform, the 60 seconds had started. I met Elizabeth's eyes and mouthed “run.”

The 60 seconds were up, the tributes ran towards the cornucopia, except for Elizabeth, Rue and me. Rue and Liz ran into the forest, but I didn’t move. I waited ten seconds before running to the edge of the forest. I turned around, Clove was running towards me, her hands full of knives.

She threw two of them, I barely dodged one as it whipped past my ear and caught the other right before it hit me in the chest. I pulled the knife out of the tree, smiled happily and disappeared into the forest.

“Poor Clove,” I thought, “She failed to kill both me and Katniss.” That much had gone exactly as planned.

Elizabeth jumped down from a tree, "what were you doing?!" She hissed, "you could've died."

"Yeah, yeah." I handed her a knife, "your welcome! Also very bad word choice, we are literally in The Hunger Games.”

She scowled and grabbed the knife out of my hand, "now what?"

“It's simple really.” I started walking, “Avoid the other careers and find water.”

We walked for the rest of the day without finding any water, but we found some wild berries that Elizabeth said were 100% edible so we at least had a little bit of luck. That night we each climbed a tree to sleep in. Ten tribute faces were in the sky that night, there were eleven in the books. The district three female was still very much alive.

“Hey Pix” I said quietly.

“Hm?”

“How do you think we’ll..” If I worded this wrong the capitol would kill us, “get back..?”

“I have a few ideas, only one seems accurate,” she muttered.

“Are any of them safe to say here?” She sighed and adjusted her seat. That meant a no. She kept talking anyway.

“Well there's no way we can win. We’re not from the same district and we both know

who has to win.” I nodded in agreement. “So it can’t be a ‘win and you’ll escape’ situation. There’s no way we can recreate what we were doing before, so that’s also out of the question, which leaves only one option, though it might not work.”

I gasped, “We’ll have to die.”

Elizabeth nodded, “But we shouldn’t have a boring death.”

We smirked at each other. “Well then,” I said, “let’s play their games.”

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I sat high up in a tree watching the cornucopia. Elizabeth was at the other side doing the same. The table rose from the ground. Foxface ran and grabbed her backpack. Then she was gone, no one followed her. Next Katness ran with Clove appearing behind her. I hopped down from the tree and started walking away. I was a couple of blocks away when I heard rustling in the plants. I spun around, barely dodging a spear. Cato was there, clearly the one who just tried to kill me. He immediately ran towards me, I jumped out of the way at the last second and drew my knife.

“Before you kill me, may I ask a question,” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He grabbed the spear and faced me. All of my survival instincts told me to run. He took a step forward and tried to stab me, an easily dodgeable move.

“That’s probably a no, but I'll ask anyway.” I jumped into a tree. “Do you like Clove?”

He paused for a second, which was enough of an answer for me. “Oh, that sucks, really.” I really do feel bad for him buuut ship confirmed canon?

I dropped down from the tree and set my knife down. Cato glared at me and opened his mouth to say something-

“Cato!” Clove screamed, “Cato!”

In one swift movement Cato stabbed me in the chest. A burst of pain exploded through my entire body and I yelped in pain. “Clove!” He shouted and ran. I crumpled to the ground, the pain already fading into numbness. I heard two cannons, Clove and hopefully Elizabeth. My vision turned black as everything faded away.

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Making the Science of Covid Clearer Behind the Byline • APOORVA MANDAVILLI Behind some of The Times’s vital journalism on the coronavirus is a reporter who speaks seven languages, holds a master’s degree in biochemistry and, OK, has a weakness for “Bridgerton.” March 25, 2021 Times Insider explains who we are and what we do, and delivers behind-the-scenes insights into how our journalism comes together. As a science reporter for The New York Times, Apoorva Mandavilli knows the world of research, labs and technical papers. It’s helpful that she’s trained in science, with a master’s degree in biochemistry. She brings that knowledge to her current beat: Covid-19, including the immune response to the coronavirus and the variants that have emerged. Here, she talks about when she realized she didn’t want to be a research scientist, what it’s like to send her own kids back to school and her favorite lowbrow television. How did you start working as a science reporter? I went to graduate school for biochemistry at the University of Wisconsin, at Madison. I was there for four years, and I would have gotten a Ph.D. if I’d stayed one more year. But I realized that being a lab scientist was just a little too slow, a little too specific and a little too antisocial for me. I went to journalism school at N.Y.U.’s science journalism program, and I’ve been a reporter ever since. My mom is a writer. She’s a poet and a short-story writer, and I’ve been around literature my whole life. So my job has married two very different parts of my brain — science and writing. How do you think your science training influences your work? It’s very helpful in a lot of ways. I’m not writing about biochemistry, so the exact subject matter doesn’t help, but I understand the basics of biology. Much of my career, I’ve actually written for scientists, who can be exacting readers. They want things to be clear, but they never want things dumbed down. That has pushed me to always be accurate. I also think it is helpful to understand the business of science, like how universities operate and how the tenure system works and why scientists are so desperate to publish. All those things help anchor my understanding of where researchers are coming from and what sort of critical lens to have when looking at a paper. Where do your story ideas come from? Every day, I look at all of the research papers and preprints — studies that are released before undergoing the standard peer review process — that have to do with Covid. I scan the long list. Often, I see trends, something that’s emerging that more people are talking about, either on social media or because these papers are coming out. Sometimes, an idea can come from a sentence in somebody else’s article. Sometimes, it can come from reading anything that stirs a question in my mind. For example, my article about whether you still need to wear a mask after you’re vaccinated came about because I wondered that in early December, a few weeks before it became the national obsession. What is the biggest challenge in doing the job? I never have enough time. I have worked mostly as an editor, assigning stories to reporters, so I find it easy to spot stories that I want to write. I’m trying to write as many of them as I can. You previously worked on a website that focused on the autism spectrum. How did that inform your work? Updated March 24, 2021, 9:55 p.m. ET That was a site that was intended for scientists, but it was read by a lot of nonscientists as well. I think that’s one of the places where I learned to hone this fine balance of being technically accurate and being clear and simple at the same time. Also, I learned the skill of identifying stories and seeing trends. Autism is a pretty small niche, and we had to be able to spot small and interesting things and be able to develop them into full stories. So I’ve had a lot of practice doing that. You frequently write about the science around the decision to send kids back to school. How are you navigating that in your own life? I have two kids. My son is in middle school, and my daughter is 8. My kids are in school two days a week. Now they do this hybrid schedule, but I know how much they miss being in school full time. I know how much they miss the company of their friends, and I worry for their physical safety, and I worry for their mental health. I understand the parents all over the world who are desperate to have their kids in school. How do you disconnect when your beat is Covid? When I get away from the computer, my kids are right there, demanding my attention, wanting to be read to, fighting, yelling, being annoying and loving. They take up a lot of time. I also watch TV. I am extremely forgiving of my lowbrow tastes. I used to read a lot, and I have not been reading novels at all, which is kind of sad, but I just don’t have the attention span right now. I do a lot of crosswords, and I’m addicted to The Times’s Spelling Bee game. What is your favorite lowbrow television? Well, I really enjoyed “Bridgerton.” There was a period of time last spring when I even watched “The O.C.” for a couple of months. What would readers be surprised to learn about you? Maybe that I speak multiple languages — I’m fluent in four Indian languages, plus English, and can speak conversational French and Japanese. I grew up in India until I was 17, so English is not my first language. If you were to choose another job, not in journalism, what would it be? Somebody asked this question on Twitter, and I said I would still be a journalist. I can’t imagine not being one, because I have so many questions about how things work. I can’t imagine being able to ask those questions, and holding governments and institutions accountable, in any other role. What keeps you coming back to the job? I’ve never stopped learning. I’ve learned so much this year. Covering Covid, I’ve had to learn viral evolution and deep immunology and epidemiology. It’s just endlessly interesting. The Times has reported on the challenges faced by working moms during the pandemic. How have you managed child care when you’re reporting as much as you are? I have an extremely supportive husband. He is a squash pro, so he’s not working at the moment. He has taken over the caregiver roles quite a bit in our house. There are some things, of course, for which the kids still want me, but he does a lot. He takes care of all of the food, for example, which is a huge help. Source link Orbem News #clearer #Covid #Making #Science

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sir-achimus-prime · 1 year ago

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New Fic !!!

Un Dia Mal :

Chapter 2: The hole in space

Summary : Part 2

Recap :

Part 2 of Un Dia Mal…

Recap :

Y/n panted as their was a sudden hand covering her mouth as her parents practically bushed down the door.

The glowing yellow canary eyes glowed softly as the being screamed in response "Shhh…they can't see me…we'll talk when they're gone" the dog looking being said before disappearing.

Her Mom was not one for playing as she targeted Y/n’s known weakness….her

Y/n was drawn out of her non-focus as her Dad hugged her….something that drew conflicting emotions….as it was meant to comfort but…it wasn't common for either of them.

*20 mins later*

Miguel met her after a text as he was having his own issues.

So she'd offered her support and affection by holding him and saying nothing as he let it out.

He'd fallen asleep like that as she dozed off………

The Morning

"We're gonna have a baby …baby girl. We can't-....... you need to focus on school and-" her mother glared "Marc!!!"

As Y/n kept walking 'Sorry…not looking for a job' she huffed .

'He's my homie ! He used to give me cookies!!!' The dog growled in response 'I can give you cookies ! Just agree to help me!' She snarled 'Nah…sounds like too much work' Y/n giggled.

As they presented themselves as the Ancient Egyptian Gods …….the ones her father Steven and her mother often told her of.

End Notes : Thank you for reading , let me know if you like it. Like always have a good day/night :) The Whole in space

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seenashwrite · 7 years ago

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SNIPED (Part Five)

Status: Complete (Part 5 of 5) Word Count: 7K Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit for Adult Themes including - Graphic sexual situations; Mild-to-moderate violence; Coarse language Categories: Drama; Action; Romance; Porn-with-Plot; Smut; On-the-hunt Character(s): Dean; Sam; Reader/O.C. Female; Jody; Crowley [briefly]; Alex & Claire [mentioned]; Castiel [mentioned] Pairings: Dean x Reader/OC Female [Pts. 2 & 5]; Sam x Reader/OC Female [Pt. 3] Warning(s): See “Rating” section above Author’s Note(s): See Part One & post-story Overall Summary: The Winchesters receive assistance on their case from a sniper. Part Four & Five Summary: The sniper gets the answers she’s been waiting - and almost dying - for, regarding both her past and, potentially, her future.

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A deep, guttural howl hit my ears as I fell. It wasn't mine; never saw much point in screaming when I got hurt. Then I recall seeing a bright light, as if a star went nova right in front of me. Windows shattering, snowflakes of glass pricking the side of my face and neck.

There was soft cottony fabric against my face. Dean's smell. A metal smell. Feeling like half of me was lying in a warm bath. Feeling ice cold at the same time.

Jody's tearful voice. The roar of the Impala's engine as it was gunning, over and over. Sam saying something. Dean shouting castor... catty... casty... something.

An awful whistling sound, then a gurgling sound, then I was gagging into the fabric at my face, a mouthful of liquid pouring out, but not enough to stop the choking, and I couldn't make my throat do anything about it. I remember realizing Dean must've been holding me, that I was fighting to bring a hand up, feeling stickiness on his chest and belly, wondering if he was bleeding, how badly he was hurt.

And then I became aware I was lying on a hard surface. Felt my back arching away from it, shooting upwards at the waist, sitting bolt straight. I remember sucking in a massive amount of air, so much it hurt my throat and rattled my entire upper body. An odd, slightly monotone, but calming voice I'd never heard before. Dean's voice, sounding muddied, far away, my vision caked in shadows, until....

Everything went black this time.

But now..... Now I blinked, slowly opening my eyes, carefully easing into a sitting position, trying to get my bearings.

"MOM!"

Glancing to my right, Jody's kid - the blonde one - scrambled from her seated position on the floor where she'd been reading, tripping over her books - and her own feet - ricocheting into the hallway off of the door frame, startled into clumsiness and calling Jody something I'd have bet the farm she'd never done voluntarily before.

I looked around and saw that I was in Jody's house, in her bedroom, in her bed, bundled with far too many blankets and pillows. I looked down, running my hands over my torso, which was clad in an old concert t-shirt I recognized as Jody's, and saw I’d also been outfitted in pastel flower-patterned pajama pants that must've been the brunette kid's, and then I took in the sight of my thumb. I wiggled it in front of my face. My broken and dislocated thumb was... perfect. I immediately pulled up the shirt, mashing and pressing. No soreness, no pain, no gunshot, no bandage, no blood. Nothing.

I touched my face - my cheek was fine. I felt my chin - no cut. And I dreaded moving, wondering how long I'd been stuck horizontal, knowing my back was going to punish me for it. But I peeled back the bedding and stood right up without an ache, without a hitch. I was frowning and pushing pretty hard on my lower vertebrae when brisk footfalls approached.

"Oh thank christ!" Jody exclaimed, throwing the dishrag she held to the floor as she rushed in, enveloped me in a huge hug. She smelled of fried chicken grease. It was the best thing ever.

I hugged her back, but then her squeezing got a little ridiculous. "Okay, Jo," I said with a chuckle.

Jody pulled away, placed her hands on either side of my face, then adopted her don't-you-cross-me look. "Never. Again."

I felt my eyes get misty. "No, ma'am," I whispered.

She picked up the dishtowel, threw it over her shoulder. "Move it. Dinner's almost ready."

It had been almost thirty-six hours exactly. Jody and the girls told me that - minus one slightly comatose trip to the bathroom which had taken all three to manage - I'd slept through all of them. I was ravenous for the first time in months, ate two helpings of everything. And though I couldn't imagine being able to sleep more, I found myself groggily piling into Jody's bed with her as night fell. We were turned towards each other, speaking quietly. Well, Jody was speaking. I was listening. Crowley had been hurt, she assured me, but he was so powerful, it had likely been a lost cause from the start.

"I know, silly," I told her with a sad sort of smile.

"Then why the hell--"

"He threatened Dean," I answered simply.

And Jody nodded. All the answer she needed. She'd seen love on me before, and she recognized it now. "You haven't asked where he and Sam are," she pointed out.

"Ah, well... they aren't here, so... that's all I need to know."

Jody gave me a look. "Don't pull that nothing-impacts-me-because-I'm-a-stone-cold-bitch routine on me. I invented that before you even thought to. You can't bullshit a bullshitter, as they say."

I just looked at her calmly, a tiny smile on my lips. I knew she was going to tell me, anyway. And part of me did want to know how furious Dean was with me. Prepare myself to leave Jody's physically, leave Dean mentally. Move on.

She sighed. "What do you remember?"

"I thought I was dying," I admitted. "I've been shot before, but shit. Saw the white light and everything."

Jody raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that was Castiel."

And then my eyebrows shot up. "The angel?"

She nodded. "He couldn't get in, they'd warded and sigiled and had actually lit a ring of holy fire around the whole place before we got there. So he stood across the street, took out some of Crowley's pricks, then---"

"And then the glory of the lord shone 'round about me?" I finished with a wry grin.

Jody snickered. "Oh, yeah. You've got nothing on his breaching prowess, my friend. He's also the reason you're alive. Healed you right up."

"Wow," I said under my breath. Then - "He fixed my back while he was at it."

"You're kidding me."

I shook my head. "It feels like... like before. I feel like before. I mean, just not... not..."

"Not your heart," Jody said, finishing for me. A few moments of silence. "It worked him over good. Dean. He went into shock, froze on the spot. And Sam, he just scooped you up and ran to the car."

"Oh?" I whispered.

She nodded. "We put you in the back with Dean, Sam punched it, got us the hell outta there. And Dean just wouldn't let you go, I kept trying to help hold your wound, but... he had you so, so tight."

Tears were in both my eyes and hers.

"Kiddo, don't give up on him. After Cas healed you, Dean was begging him to wake you up, just so he could know for sure you were all there. But Cas said you were in, and I quote, 'Dire need of rest'. Apparently you've been burning the ol' candle at both ends, huh?"

I nodded.

Jody looked at me seriously. "Promise me you're done with Crowley."

"Jo, I---"

"I mean it," she said, tears sliding down her cheeks. "I can't. Not again. If anything happened to you or the girls---"

"I know," I told her, and for the first time in our long friendship, I hugged her instead of the other way around. We pulled apart and while she was wiping her eyes, she continued.

"But then Dean started practically climbing the walls, just couldn't stay. Sam wanted to. There was almost a round two. Glad Cas had hung around, I was just wandering around in a haze by that point. The girls told me they'd taken off while I was in the shower."

"Back to Kansas?"

Jody gave me a one-shouldered shrug. "Wish I could say." A pause. "Can I text him to let him know you're awake?"

"Um..." I thought for a second. I had no clue where my phone was anyway, probably still with my rifle. "Yeah. Yeah, sure."

Jody nodded, turned briefly to the night stand, grabbed her phone. A few taps, then a whoosh as the text zipped away. She settled back on her side to face me again, phone between us on the bed. She watched me carefully.

"I don't have my hopes up," I told her calmly and honestly.

If I were Dean - after my mistake with Sam, after all the pushing away I'd done, going after Crowley when he'd warned me not to, then after essentially dying in his arms - hell, if I were him I'd be halfway to Alaska by now, fuck Kansas. It was maybe two minutes before Jody's phone dinged and we looked down at the screen simultaneously.

O.K.

I went back home, back to a normal routine, back to teaching, even back to a morning jogging regimen. Kept Crowley's gift on me at all times. Retired the wedding bands to a box at the back of a drawer.

It was a little over a month later while I was in the midst of walking the line at the range, giving the occasional instruction, that I felt my phone vibrate. I couldn't check it til the end of the session. I'd received a voice mail from Jody.

Sam came through. Just talked to him, and they're done with the marathon of dead-end leads Dean insisted they check out. They'll be at the bunker for the foreseeable future, according to Sam, and it sure as shit sounds like he means business. I'll pick up your mail for you. Let me know you got there safe.

Dean had only seen me in camouflage and a slutty cocktail dress. And naked. And mostly dead. So it was I found myself once again in a random bathroom, this time closer to the Kansas-Nebraska state line, pants around my ankles.

Except now, I was changing into black slacks that emphasized my waist, very form-fitting, but only to a point. They hugged just the top and a little more than halfway down the curves of my asscheeks before they shot downward with sharp creases, loosening up around my newly re-acquired thick runner's thighs, growing wider til they almost hit the floor, were it not for a pair of black kitten-heeled ankle boots. I liked how the cuffs swished around my feet when I walked, as close as I'd ever get to a ballgown, no doubt.

And the wide-collared, dark grey button-down I wore on top was just as crisply creased. It resembled a man's dress shirt, though it was cut just right for a woman's curves. It was nearly skin tight, only a bit of blousing occurring at the top of the pants. My boobs had shrunk a little, of course, because the universe couldn't have possibly assigned the weight loss to my hips first, but I didn't mind. I hated bras anyway, and though I probably still could've used one, I opted for a lacy black camisole. And I purposefully left one extra button of the blouse undone. Not for flirting. Only to show I'd retired my necklace. I hoped I'd get the opportunity to tell him it was permanent.

I still rolled the cuffs up my forearms, and I still wore crazily-patterned knee-high socks underneath, and I still couldn't be bothered to do much more than muted brownish-pink lipstick and mascara. Waterproof, by way of warding off my personal demons. But I left my hair loose how he'd liked it. I'd even used scented shampoo. I wanted to be as put-together on the outside as I desperately wanted to be on the inside. I wanted Dean to see - if Dean would choose to see me - that I was trying. That I cared. That if he really wanted to go for some sort of normal, then I was in.

I was in all the way.

I got there around eight. The Impala was parked just outside the door Jody had described as the one I'd need to go to. I parked so I wouldn't block them in, just in case Dean - or Sam - decided to make a run for it.

At the ready.

Make a tight fist.

Breathe in.

Let out.

Now knock.

I was standing with my hands in my pockets, half turned away from the door, glancing up and behind me at my surroundings while I waited. I'd been counting; it had been three minutes. Three-thirty. Three-forty-five. Three---

The hinges creaked, and I turned.

Dean stood there with widened eyes but a furrowed brow. His maroon-colored button-down was loose atop a black t-shirt. He was wearing a pair of his darker denim, and the same brown boots as always on his feet. He needed a shave, possibly a haircut.

No. No, not really. He was stunning.

And he was still. Not happy, not sad, not angry, not looking me up-and-down. Just there.

"Hi," I tried.

Dean met my eye. Then he exhaled a long breath. He still didn't speak.

"I, uh..."

I was crumbling already. Shit.

I pulled a hand from my pocket and jabbed a thumb over my shoulder towards my car, saying, "I shouldn't have shown up like this, I guess I was just afraid you'd, ah..." I let out a nervous little chuckle. "That you'd take off. But, um. Still. Bad idea." Now I looked at my shoes. I felt the wetness coming to my eyes. I nodded my head, still looking down. "Okay. Um. Okay."

A final nod, from myself to myself, an encouragement I was making the right call. I turned on my heel and headed back up the concrete steps.

Dean jerked me around and into his arms so quickly I almost fell - then suddenly, out of nowhere, I was wracked with sobs.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I put you through that," I managed to choke out, gripping him as tightly as he gripped me, so much so I thought we might break each other.

Dean sniffled, and when he pulled away to bring his hands up to either side of my face, I saw tears slowly streaming down his. And then his brow knitted together, his face clenched up, on the verge of full-on crying. But he smashed his mouth onto mine, and we fell into a hungry, desperate sort of kiss, both of us letting out hitched breaths as we allowed our pain to ease away.

"You were so cold and pale," he whispered against my skin, now planting kisses around random spots on my face. "I thought every drop of your blood had come out."

"Oh, Dean. Oh, I'm so sorry," I whispered back, putting my hands atop Dean's, which were still clutching my face, keeping it close to his.

"I thought Cas wouldn't get to you in time," Dean said, starting to weep, his voice cracking on his last few words, and there went my tears again as he brought his lips back to me, kissing a trail along my jaw.

This couldn't keep on. We were going to be piles of goo. I didn't want to melt down.

"Is the Impala alright?"

Dean pulled back from his kisses, blinked. Another sniffle. He looked confused. "What?"

"Did I ruin your car?"

"Did you... what?"

"I'm worried you won't be able to get all my mess cleaned up," I replied, the corner of my mouth tweaking up.

A touch of a twinkle came to his eyes.

"It's why I drove down here," I continued. "I'm very concerned about the condition of that gorgeous hunk of machinery. I'm ashamed of the state I left it in."

There was that beautiful smile. "Well, uh, that car's tough. Been through worse."

"Still. The guilt's killing me. Can I write you a check?"

"Shut up," he muttered as he leaned in.

And then another kiss, a deep, slow one, absent of anguish, only filled with desire. Dean pressed against me, pulling our bodies close. I could feel him getting harder and harder.

"Come inside with me," he said, just like he had so long ago back when we sat in Jody's driveway, back before we were nearly torn apart.

"Oh, Mr. Winchester. I'll go anywhere with you," I told him softly, bringing a hand up and gently brushing hair away from his forehead. Dean's eyes closed and he tilted his head, kissing the inside of my wrist.

"We're about to have the place to ourselves, Sammy's headed out soon," he informed me as we went in, then shut the door. Grabbing me by the waist, pulling me in again, he added, "So we can make as much noise as we want."

I grinned as he grasped my hand tightly, pulling me along at a quick pace into his room.

Another one of those slow, deep kisses. Dean ran his hand inside the top of my shirt, cupping a breast through the lace, gently squeezing. I gingerly raised one leg after the other as we kissed, balancing carefully as I unzipped my boots and kicked them away. Then I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders as he moved on to my other breast, pushing his shirt off as much as I could. Dean went to pull my blouse apart even more, when the next button popped, shooting off and making a tink-tink-tink sound as it hop-skipped away.

He met my eye with a crooked grin and a shrug, then removed his shirt. I followed suit, and he tossed them somewhere, moved on to running his hands along my waist. "How do you..." he muttered with a little frown, studying my slacks, apparently disinterested in my top half for now, ready to move on to the next stage of my undressing.

I laughed. "Here," I said, guiding his hand to the zipper running up the back.

Dean crushed himself against me again as he unzipped and I slid my hands under his t-shirt, stroking his muscular back and looking up into his eyes with I know what must have been a goofy smile on my face. He grinned back, those crinkles at the corners of his eyes making an appearance, and god, I just wanted to plant kisses on them. Unzipped now, he went to guide my slacks down, running his hands beyond the hem of my cami to cup my ass, when he gasped.

"Underwear slows things down," I explained.

"Oh fuck," he moaned into my mouth as he kissed me again, pulling me close, hands gently caressing my asscheeks with every swirl of his tongue.

"You're so hard," I whispered when his lips moved to my neck.

Then he suddenly squatted, pulling my slacks down, guiding me into raising one foot after the other as he removed them completely, then tossed them over to a chair. He missed. I didn't give a shit.

The hem of the long camisole landed just barely above my pussy. Dean moved from the squat into a kneeling position, first pressing his face into the fabric, inhaling and exhaling several times. His breath swept under the hem as his face eased lower, and I felt chills.

"I remember this smell," he said. "I dreamt of this smell, of this taste."

And after that last part, Dean's tongue drug along the creases where my thighs met my pussy, one after another. I let out an involuntary groan, my knees getting a little weak. He gripped the back of my legs and I raised the hem of the cami, holding the fabric up higher, looking down so I could watch every moment. He hadn't eaten me out last time, we were too spent, only ran his tongue over and around lightly after we'd masturbated for each other. I was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about what he would do now.

Dean's tongue was flat and wide, pushing aside my puffy lips, dragging it slowly over my clit, then starting over, this time curving to the right, focusing on just that side of my clit, repeating it with the left side, back to running over the top. His hands had gradually moved from the back of my legs around to the front, and he sat back on his heels, looking at my clit so tenderly as he used his thumbs to push my lips up and to the side, exposing it fully.

He gently blew a little stream of air on it. I shivered. He leaned in closer, did it again. My breaths were getting shallow. I felt wetness beginning to seep out of me at an ever-increasing rate. And when Dean put his mouth on me again, he only gave my clit a mild suck before going after it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, wrapping his arms around my legs to steady me, batting my clit up, down, around like a punching bag.

"I'm... I'm... gonna... f-fall... D-Dean..." I stuttered out, reaching down to touch his head and get his attention.

And he planted a hand on my lower back as he rose, the other hooked under one of my knees, spun us both around, letting me sit down on the bed. I laid back, let him keep my leg pushed up and back with his hand, then he was kneeling again, his lips almost immediately latching onto my throbbing clit once more. Then his other hand, goddamn, those hands, came to my dripping core. I felt his index and middle finger glide in with ease.

"Mmmmm," Dean growled against me, the vibrations sending a telltale shiver through me.

"I'm so close," I panted, grabbing onto however much bedding I possibly could. I never came easily, not even for myself. It was a small miracle I'd been able to come for him on my last visit. But just watching him from across the room had made it happen much more quickly. Now I was about to explode.

Dean's fingers were methodical, prodding firmly but not roughly, a third finger sneaking in gently and it felt so good when he started almost clutching my cunt, his hand curving, the heel of his palm against my taint, bumping it as his fingers went in and out.

My thighs began to shake. I heard myself whimpering. Felt my other leg go up and to the side of its own accord. Dean removed his hand from me, damp against my skin as it moved to help my leg stay back. I felt the quivers building inside.

"Come for me, honey," I heard his husky voice say, before that long stroke of his tongue went over my clit for what would be the final time. My eyes slammed shut, my jaw clenched to the point of soreness.

Never been a screamer or a wailer, never. Didn't plan on starting now. It was too porn-y. But god almighty, did a deep groan come from somewhere and I didn't fully realize it was me until I noted Dean's mouth was still occupied, gently lapping at my cunt as I came.

Gasping for air, feeling like I was on fire, my eyes still closed, I felt Dean move from in between my legs. All I could think was that there was too much on me, and I was struggling to manipulate the stupid cami over my stupid head.

"Errrrr," I fussed, feeling a frown come to my brow, still too spent to sit up or even bother to open my eyes.

I heard rustling, a zipper, then Dean chuckled from somewhere nearby. I felt the mattress move, felt his naked body next to me, then he playfully batted my hands away.

"Hang tight, I got this," he said, remnants of the chuckle still floating over his words.

"Sadists made this," I stated flatly, my eyes still closed as I let my arms flop out to either side.

Dean laughed, and then I felt the cami rise as his hands ran up my torso, slip under my arms, pulling me up the bed, and then over onto him, as he rolled to his back.

I sat up, finally opening my eyes, looking down at him as I straddled his thigh and took off the last bit of clothing standing between us. His hand had drifted to the small of my back, rubbing it gently, occasionally alternating with slow scratching. He put his other arm behind his head, propping it up a bit, looking at me with a cat-that-ate-the-canary close-lipped smile.

"You look awful proud of yourself," I noted, tossing the cami... somewhere, who knows.

He responded with a little shrug.

I grinned, then crawled up his body, placed my hands on either side of his face, kissing him til I absolutely had to stop to breathe.

"Whoo," Dean muttered, eyes widening, apparently having almost been robbed of his breath, as well. He was still rubbing my back as I eased away. I moved my leg so that I was straddling both his thighs.

I was looking down at my hands as they slowly ran over his cock, no pressure right now, just caressing, base to tip. The uptick in his breathing let me know I was doing something right. He was still watching my face intently. I could always tell when he was, didn't even have to look.

"I'd appreciate you thanking your angel friend for me," I said, now beginning to apply bits of pressure to my strokes here-and-there. I was watching his tip like a hawk for the first sign of pre-cum.

"Whu... wha... huh?" Dean said, and I glanced up to see one of those montages of facial expressions.

I shook my head and chuckled. "You reminded me---"

His eyebrows shot up. "What has happened in here that could possibly---"

I gave him a look, then removed one of my hands from his dick, brought it behind me briefly to pat his hand. "He took away five years of pain overnight. I mean, yeah, the gunshot," I went on, returning my hand to its current mission.

"Yeah, the gunshot," Dean repeated in a semi-sarcastic tone, but his eyes were crinkly and sparkling when I glanced at him, which brought a wide smile to my face.

"Well, because, typically I'd prefer you standing or in a chair, so I could have room to fidget," I continued, moving from my straddle and scooting up the bed on my knees, then turning, my lower back and ass next to his chest, still gently stroking as I went. "But see, now," I went on, looking him dead in the eye, increasing the pressure of my touch before leaving my right hand at the base and putting my left hand on his left thigh.

A sharp intake of breath from Dean.

"Now I've got the right angle. And will absolutely ruin you for other women." With a wink, I leaned over and plunged his cock a little more than three-quarters of the way down my throat.

A huge gulp of breath behind me. His pelvis actually jolted and the thigh on which my hand rested went into a few small spasms. Incoherent mutterings from behind me drifted to my ear. Dean wasn't even on the planet, I could tell by the way he was halfheartedly running his hand up my back with no discernible pattern or plan whatsoever.

I hadn't yet taken him all in. I was determined to do it. It would be a challenge, to be sure, but after all - challenges were my specialty. Focus, concentration, controlling my gag reflex versus letting it control me. Dean was well above average in both length and girth, and I knew from last time the girth had still yet to meet its potential. And I aimed to see what I could do to motivate his cock to be all it could be. Quickly licking his length then distributing the moisture with my hand to give my lips a little more help to slide, I paused at the tip, peppering it with little kisses as I looked back to him.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I whispered back in between kisses.

"Yes."

"This is going to be my favorite thing to do to you."

I had him completely down my throat in two tries. Dean's heels had almost immediately come up to flatten against the bed near his ass. I felt his hands disappear completely but then heard them smack against something, I assume the headboard. He was fighting hard to keep from thrusting his hips into my face, I could tell, bless him, so I only kept to deep-throating for a few plunges. I wanted Dean happy, but I also wanted him to fuck me, so him having an orgasm at this point was not on the docket.

I worked the top third of his cock with my mouth, the rest with my hand, rotating and stroking, but not pumping - that would be addressed soon enough. His legs had relaxed and I took the opportunity to gently stroke his balls, the insides of his thighs, when I felt his hips begin to shift closer to the middle of the bed. Then his hands on my right leg, lifting it and settling it to his right. And then his hands on either hip, urging me backwards as his own hips slid down.

"Ah!" I gasped around his engorged dick, momentarily distracted from my mission as it seemed Dean was on a mission of his own - he'd buried his face in my pussy again, his scruffy face scratching over my bare mound and inner thighs every time his jaw moved to take in more and more, his chin rubbing against my sore clit, his nose pressed against my taint while he plunged his tongue into me, then ran it around the edges of my weeping entrance.

He groaned as I sped up my strokes, increased the sucks, my lips making the occasional pop as they left his dripping tip, only to go back for more. I couldn't really take him into my mouth any longer, his girth at its peak, too large to risk the delicate skin running against my teeth. My mouth physically could no longer accommodate his size, and my fingers were only just making contact around his cock.

I carefully disengaged from his mouth, easing off to his left. He helped me settle back, his hand guiding my ass, as I pulled my leg across his chest, turning to face him again. Dean was wiping his hand across his damp chin and mouth as I leaned over, planting kisses randomly across his chest.

"Shit," he commented, and I glanced up. His hand was still at his face, but now he was rubbing his jawline. "Was this hurting you?" he asked, his expression one of concern.

I felt the corners of my mouth curl up. "In a good way."

He grinned. "You're right. You're ruining me."

Then both of our faces grew more solemn as we looked at each other. I brought myself up closer, lying on my right side and he did the same, on his left, facing me, reaching up and brushing fly-aways from my face, then letting his hand linger as he came in close, giving me another one of those sweet, slow, soft first kisses.

I brought my left leg up, gently laid it over his hip. He scooted in closer and closer. We didn't speak. Never took our eyes off each other. Not even as I guided him into me.I was caught off-guard, letting my eyes flutter shut and my mouth fall open a bit, squeezing his shoulder and gasping as he slowly tried to push further inside of me. Seeing it was one thing; stroking it, another; even the blow job didn't prepare me for this, for the stretch, for the feeling of fullness, and he hadn't even gotten close to full penetration.

"Holy shit, holy shit," I babbled, my voice shaky.

Dean replaced my hand with his, continuing the process. His lips pressed to mine, silencing me momentarily, then he paused - both the kiss and his entry, letting himself ease out - to look at me. "This is perfect," he whispered. "I don't want this to stop."

"It doesn't have to," I whispered back. I pulled on his shoulder a bit and he responded, kissing me again as he moved himself to hover over me, to settle between my legs. But before he did was I was dying for him to do----

"At Jody's... when you were talking about what you were, how I didn't know what..."

He looked nervous, pained, so I reached up, stroked the side of his face. "I know who you are, Dean."

A small shake of his head. "Sometimes I don't. And what I was---"

"What did you tell me? About your soul? You told me you felt this, us, in your soul. And that's all I ever need to know about it."

Another round of breathless kisses, then Dean and I once more stared at each other as he positioned the head of his cock.

"I wanna do this slow," I told him, and he nodded.

We were going to make this last.

Concentrating, his eyes closing for the moment, he pushed past my entry and we both sighed. We were watching each other carefully as he pushed further, never jabbing, never thrusting. I tilted my pelvis as I opened my legs even wider and the angle allowed for a small, but abrupt amount of progress towards my core.

I inhaled sharply, bit my lip; I felt like a goddamned virgin.

"Ssssh, sshh," Dean whispered. "I got you, baby."

I willed myself to relax. Then there was more. A little more. More. And finally I felt Dean fully flush against me, completely inside of me, stretching my walls, and already I felt like I was going to float away. He pressed down onto me then, his forearms against the mattress so as not to put his full weight on me. I had one arm around his shoulders and one across his back. We kissed.

"Tell me," Dean said softly, ever-so-slightly moving his pelvis to-and-fro.

"Tell you what, gorgeous?"

He actually blushed a bit at that. "Pretty to gorgeous, huh?"

I grinned, relaxing even more, allowing him to move freely. His eyes closed, a hiss passed through his teeth, then he looked at me again. Slowly rocking, a barely-there rhythm began to emerge.

"Tell me," he repeated.

A tiny furrow of my brow. "Tell you what?"

Dean sighed against my mouth as he pulled back almost to the point of emerging, his eyes hooded, desire streaming off of him. "Tell me you won't let anyone else touch you like this."

"Oh, love. How could I?"

He buried his head between my shoulder and my neck, then he buried his cock in me with one solid push, both of us crying out in unison, gripping onto each other tightly, as his rhythm hit a still slow, but steady rate. It felt like he was growing even larger inside me, my walls contracting, pulling him in with each thrust.

"Tell me we're not just fucking," Dean panted into my ear, his arms leaving the bed, now gripping my hips, my ass, fingers digging into my flesh, tilting my pelvis even more, plunging even deeper though it didn't seem possible.

My hands flew up to his head and I pulled his face up, away from my neck so I could look him in the eyes. I shook my head a tiny bit. I spoke firmly. "Never with you."

Dean's face looked like it was about to crumble, and he smashed his lips to mine, his tongue exploring every bit of my mouth, and mine his, my back arching with ease as I matched his rhythm and we sped up in unison, completely connected and moving as one.

His hands left my hips, his forearms coming to rest beside me higher than before, my new back allowing me to curl up with such ease I could've just kissed that angel. Dean's hands came up to either side of my head. My hands were on his ass, holding him, pressing him into me, encouraging him to pump harder, faster. We were both sweaty and sticky and lost, no longer kissing, just sighing and moaning into each others' parted lips.

"Are you..." I asked, trailing off.

Dean couldn't manage even one word, merely nodded.

I removed my hands from his ass, leaving one on his back, sliding the other between us, rubbing my clit vigorously. I was already so close. Just having Dean inside of me would've been enough. But I wanted this to be everything for him.

"I want you to come inside me," I gasped, feeling the orgasm beginning to overtake me.

"Oh fuck oh yes oh fuck," he chanted as he started to feel me clamping down around him.

I cried out as I came on his throbbing cock, and he groaned moments later, and I felt the pulsing as he spilled over. Dean virtually collapsed on top of me, both of us spent, panting like animals, my thighs still twitching as my orgasm subsided. My pussy ached. My hips ached. But my heart... not there. Not any longer.

Dean started to move.

"No, no," I whispered, "stay. Just a little while."

And he did.

Every time we kissed it felt new. That night, the next morning in the shower, then that night when we made love again. I ended up staying at the bunker for a week. Sam went off to tackle a minor case on his own. We barely noticed.

"This is such a bad idea," I said, chuckling.

On another random morning, after breakfast, I still had on Dean's bathrobe - which I’d essentially claimed as mine - and was standing at the foot of the stairs with my arms crossed, watching him, naked as a jay bird, getting situated atop a towel he'd placed on one of the steps.

It was way too far up the staircase.

"What?" he asked, looking at me with a big smile and wide, innocent eyes.

"Ha! No. You fucking well know 'what'. Don't put on the act." I pointed to the first few steps. "Plant your ass there, and your feet on the floor, so I don't get thrown down a flight of stairs and crack my skull."

"You don't trust me to keep a hold on you, that's what this is," Dean declared, but he was grinning and doing as he was told, semi-erect and the picture of bliss.

"That is absolutely accurate," I replied, letting the robe fall to the floor as he took his seat, now much more trustworthy and stable.

Dean stroked himself, eyed me up and down as I came closer. "Wait a minute," he said as I moved to straddle him.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, for - I swear to god..."

Dean looked at me seriously. "I've fallen in love with you."

I went completely numb.

"You don't have to say it back," he continued, his tone growing a little gruffer, like he was giving an order. "Hell, I don't want you to say it back. Not right now. Or I'll think you did, because I did."

I nodded my understanding.

Wow.

After a single, firm nod in acknowledgment, Dean reached out, drew me in, kissed me as he helped guide me onto his lap, then onto his cock.

"This was such a great idea," I said minutes later, chasing it with a satisfied moan.

I was riding him, able to push off the stairs with my feet for some excellent leverage, grab the railings, and lean back far enough to get a fantastic view of his cock plunging in and out of my cunt. And I wasn't the only one mesmerized. Dean's hands were sometimes on my hips, sometimes kneading my breasts, sometimes working my clit, but mostly, like me, he was staring down, watching the point where we connected.

"Told you so," he replied, catching my eye and giving me a little wink. Then he watched me as my chest heaved and my hips moved in quicker gyrations when he began playing with my clit.

I let go of the rails, scooting in closer to him, draping my arms around his shoulders, using Dean for leverage now. His arms went around my back, holding me firmly while he eased my upper body backwards, leaning forward a bit with me, kissed around my chest, suckled at my breasts til both nipples were beyond erect. I was totally secure. Safe. I wasn't going to fall.

"I'm not falling in love with you, you know," I told him in between heavy breaths.

Dean paused, looked to me with a mixture of surprise and confusion, and perhaps a little hurt, passing over his face before he resumed his kisses. But I began to tilt, wanting to sit up, Dean not hesitating to help me come back close to him with his strong arms, letting me envelop his cock completely once more. I kissed his temple, then an eyebrow, then the sprinkling of freckles to the side of his nose. Softly stroking the back of his neck, trailing my fingers out to his shoulders and repeating the motions as I spoke in his ear.

"I think I started to love you---"

His grip on me tightened.

"---when you fucked up that hunt."

A burst of laughter from him, then back to our mild panting for a few moments. That, and the gentle noises of skin slapping together, were the only sounds in the bunker. They echoed a bit off the walls.

But I wondered if he thought I was joking, so I chose to tell him more.

"I was so pissed you'd shot at that thing... til I realized later that there would've been no way..." My thrusts sped up. He matched them, driving deeper into me. My thighs began clenching his waist. "I thought I could've whipped around in time, hit my knee and gotten off a shot when it came from the side..."

Tiny moans emerged from his lips, his head against me, forehead propped where my neck met my shoulder. His hot breath against my skin made me shiver. I swirled my hips, lifted up a bit, slowly rode his length back down.

"...but you'd seen... knew... knew it would've torn.. t-torn... torn r-right... through me..."

We were sweaty, my pelvis aching from grinding into his, the tip of his impossibly thick cock banging into that heavenly spot over and over, undoing me.

"...and you looked at me, s-so... you were so... n-nobody's ever looked that... sad to have dis... disappointed me," I managed to gasp out, the trembles in my core beginning to reach, spread to the rest of my body. "...even though... y-you... you saved my life."

"I w-wanted... just wanted you t-to like... like me," Dean panted.

Our heads tilted towards each other, our eyes were locked, not anywhere else in the world but with each other. I kissed him gently on the lips. We came together. And as we settled, still on those stairs and wrapped around each other, I spoke again.

"Well, I'm sorry about that whole liking you thing," I mumbled against the side of his head, back to running my fingers over the skin at the nape of his neck.

A small chuckle. "What?"

"I couldn't help it. Skipping right to love."

Dean moved his head, looked at me with that glint in his eye that instantly made me ache all over. "Snipes, you nut. You're not making any sense."

But I was.

"Dean. You know I can't pass up the perfect shot."

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Author’s Note #2: Yeah, so, uh - bet aside, couldn’t let the tale end on a sour note, I finished it of my own volition. But my “editor” [ha! punishment-dealer] insisted on more descriptors in the smut portion of our tale, therefore I condone virtually *none* of the action verbs/adverbs/whatnots in that general vicinity that you’ve read above. Ahem. Hope you enjoyed!

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