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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

A Very Supernatural Christmas

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"Um, my daughter and I were in our beds. Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof and then I heard Mike scream, and now I'm talking to the FBI." The woman said as I stand in front of her.

"And you didn't see any of it?" I asked her. "No, he was…he was just gone." She said, devastated. "The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?" I asked. "That's right." She said.

"Does anybody else have a key?" I asked, curiously. "My parents." She replied. "Where do they live?" I asked. "Florida." She replied as Sam and Dean walk out of the house. "Thanks for letting me have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need." Sam said as he and Dean walk up to me.

"We're all set." Dean whispers to me and I nod at him before I turn to Mrs Walsh. "We'll be in touch." I said to her and she nods. The boys and I walk down the steps before Mrs Walsh turns to us. "Agents…" she calls out and we turn around. "The police said my husband might have been kidnapped." She said, worried. "Could be." Dean said.

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called? O-or – or demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?" She asked us and the three of us give her a sympathetic look. "We're very sorry." Sam said and we walked away and Mrs Walsh turns to go inside.

"Find anything?" I asked the boys and Sam sighs. "Stocking, mistletoe…this." He said and he gives me something out of his pocket. "A tooth? Where was this?" I asked as I examine the tooth. "In the chimney." Dean replied. "Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow." I said. "No way he fits up in one piece." Sam said. "Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney—" I said and Dean talks over me. "We need to find out what dragged him up there."

Sam and I were searching the internet for information about demons when the door opens and Dean walks inside, carrying a brown paper bag. "So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" Dean asked us. "Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke." Sam said, jokingly, and Dean looks at him, confused. "Who?" He asked, confused. "Mary Poppins." I said.

"Who's that?" Dean asked and I scoff in surprise. "Oh come on— never mind." Sam said as he waves his hand. "Okay, after this, we are having a Disney movie marathon." I said. "Oh God, kill me now." Dean groans and Sam and I chuckle at this. "Hey, don't knock it til you try it, Dean." I said and Dean rolls his eyes.

"Anyway....It turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month." Dean said. "Oh yeah?" Sam and I said, in unison. "Yeah." He replied.

"The other guy get dragged up the chimney, too?" Sam asked him. "Don't know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof." Dean said as he shrugs. "So, what the hell do you guys think we're dealing with?" He asked. "Actually, we have an idea." I said. "Yeah?" Dean asked. "Uh, it's gonna sound crazy." Sam said.

"What could you two possibly say that sounds crazy to me?" Dean asked and Sam and I exchange a look.

"You wanna tell him?" Sam asked me. "I'll let you do the honors." I said, smiling, and he rolls his eyes then looks up at Dean. "Um…evil Santa." He said as he smiles. Dean pauses and then nods. "Yeah, that's crazy." He said. "Yeah…I mean, we're just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture." I said and I show Dean some evil Santa pictures. "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter." I listed off as Dean takes the pictures from me.

"Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore." I said. "Saying what?" Dean asked. "Saying back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked." Sam explains. "By hauling their ass up chimneys?" Dean asked, confused. "For starters, yeah." I said, nodding.

"So, this is your theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?" Dean asked us. "Well, we're just saying that's what the lore says." Sam said. "Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa." Dean said. "Yeah, I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember." Sam said as he looks at Dean, who looks down, then sighs. I could feel some tension between them again.

"Yeah, you know what, (y/n) and I could be wrong." Sam said. "Maybe, maybe not." Dean said. "What?" I asked him, confused. "I did a little digging. Turns out both victims visited the Same place before they got snatched." Dean replied. "Where?" Sam asked him.

Later, we come up to a Santa's Village where Christmas music plays, children were playing, and people wearing Christmas costumes walking around, obviously looking like they weren't having a good time. "It does kind of lend credence to the theory, don't it?" Dean asked us. "Yeah, but anti-Claus? Couldn't be." I said. "It's a Christmas miracle." Dean exclaims as we walk in to the village.

Then Dean turns to us. "Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year." He said. "Have one what?" Sam asked him. "A Christmas." Dean said and Sam scoffs at this while I give a slight nod. "Not a bad idea." I said, shrugging. "No, thanks." Sam said. "No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little." Dean said.

"Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know." Sam said as we stop and he turns to his brother. "What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases." Dean said. "Whose childhood are you talking about?" Sam asked him, annoyed. "Oh, come on, Sam. I think it would be nice little break. We could head back to my safehouse and I could cook up a good meal." I said.

"You know how to cook?" Dean asked me. "Yeah...dad taught me how when he wasn't out killing monsters and demons." I replied and Dean makes a surprised face at me. "What do you say, Sammy?" I asked as I turn to him. "No, just…no." Sam said, shaking his head and we look at him, surprised. "All right, Grinch." Dean said and he and I walk away, while Sam stands still.

After paying for our entrance, we head back over to Sam, who was still standing there. "You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow." Dean said as we come up to him. Sam jumps a bit then looks over at us. "What?" He asked and Dean glances at him then shakes his head.

"Nothing. What are we looking for, again?" Dean asked. "Um…lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets." Sam explains as he looks around. "Great. So we're looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets?" Dean asked. "Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?" I said and Dean scoffed. "That's creepy." He mutters and Sam and I chuckled.

"How does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?" Dean asked. "Don't know." Sam and I said as we see a man wearing a Santa Claus costume sitting outside a small barn then a woman and boy walk up to him.

"So, Ronny, come sit on Santa's knee." The guy said and the boy sits on his lap. "Ah, there you go. You been a good boy this year?" Santa asked. "Yeah." The boy replied. "Good. Santa's got a special gift for you." Santa said as the boys and I look at Santa and the boy. "Maybe we do." Dean mutters as Ronny's mother takes his arm and leads him away from the Santa. "Come on, honey, let's go." She said as they leave.

Then a woman in an elf costume walks up to us. "Welcome to Santa's court. Can I escort your child to Santa?" She asked as she looks between me and Dean. "Uh…" Sam mutters then Dean speaks up. "No. No. Uh, but actually my brother here…it's been a lifelong dream of his." Dean said, smiling, and the woman looks at Sam like he's a freak.

"Uh, sorry. No kids over…12." She said and Sam shakes his head. "No, he's just kidding." Sam said and I speak up. "Yeah, we're just here to meet up with my sister and niece, who should be around here somewhere." I explained. "Oh, okay." The woman said and she walks away.

"Check it out." Dean said and we watch the Santa leave his chair. As he walks, he has a bad limp. "Are you guys seeing this?" Dean asked. "A lot of people walk with limps, right?" I said and the Santa walks past us and I smelled something kind've sweet.

"Tell me you guys didn't smell that. That was candy, guys." Dean said to us. "That was ripple, I think. Had to be." Sam said. "Maybe." I said, shrugging. "We're willing to take that chance?" Dean asked us and we exchange a look.

Inside the Impala, we were sitting and spying on a simple house that is decorated with Christmas lights. "What time is it?" Dean asked. "Same as the last time you asked. Here.." Sam said as he hands Dean a thermos. "Caffeinate." He said and Dean takes the thermos from Sam and tries to pours coffee into the cup, but the thermos is empty. "Wonderful." He grumbles then suddenly he scoffs.

"Hey, Sam." He said. "Yeah?" Sam asked. "Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?" Dean asked him. "Dean—" Sam groans. "I mean, I admit it. You know, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids." Dean said and Sam looks over at him.

"Bumpy?" Sam said. "That was then. We'll do it right this year. I mean, even (y/n) has offered to cook." Dean said. "Look, Dean. If you and (y/n) want to have Christmas, knock yourselves out. Just don't involve me." Sam said and Dean and I look at Sam in disbelief. "Oh c'mon, Sam! I'm not that bad at cooking. Plus it won't be a complete Christmas without you." I said but he shakes his head and I let out a sigh as we go back to watch the house

Santa looks outside from his window, then closes his curtains. "What's up with Saint Nicotine?" Dean asked just as we hear a woman's voice shout. "Oh, my God!"

We jump out of the car and run to the house with our guns drawn. Dean looks inside the window of the front door. "Huh." Sam mutters and I look over at him. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing. It's just that, uh…well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa." Sam said and Dean and I shrug before Dean opens the door.

The guy stands up, holding a bottle of whiskey, then turns to us in shock and surprise. The boys and J quickly hide our guns. "What the hell are you doing here?" Santa asked us as I look around and realized the guy is only watching TV. I look at the boys, who shrug. Then Dean starts to sing Silent Night, pretty badly. He looks over at us and Sam and I join in and Santa begins to smile and laugh and join in the singing until the boys and I leave.

"That was awkward." I muttered. "Yeah..." Sam said as we head back into the car.

"So, that's how your son described the attack? Santa took daddy up the chimney?" I questioned Mrs Caldwell. There was another kidnapping and this time a kid had witnessed this. "That's what he says, yes." Mrs Caldwell said. "And where were you?" I asked her as the boys were looking around the house for clues. "I was asleep and all of a sudden…I was being dragged out of bed, screaming." She replied as the boys come stand next to me.

"Did you see the attacker?" I asked and she shakes her head. "It was dark, and he hit me. He knocked me out." She replied. "I'm sorry. I know this is hard." I said then Sam speaks up. "Yeah…um, Mrs. Caldwell, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?" He asked and Dean and I look around at the wreath. "Excuse me?" She said, confused, as Dean and I look at Sam, waiting for an answer. "Just curious, you know." He said.

Later, we walked out of the house and Dean looks at his brother. "Wreaths, huh? Sure you didn't want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer." He said, jokingly. "We've seen that wreath before, Dean." Sam said. "Where?" Dean and I asked.

"The Walshes'. Yesterday." Sam replied. "I know. I was just testing you." Dean said and I look over at him with a raised eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Sure you were." I said as we drive away in the Impala.

"Yeah, all right. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks, Bobby." Sam said then he hangs up while Dean and I were sitting nearby at our motel roo. "Well…we're not dealing with the anti-Claus." Sam said. "What did Bobby say?" Dean asked. "Uh, that we're morons." Sam said. "Well that's nothing new." I said, shrugging.

"He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths." Sam said as he goes to look at his laptop. "Wow! Amazing." Dean said, with sarcasm. "What the hell is meadowsweet?" I asked Sam. "It's pretty rare and it's probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore." Sam explained.

"Pagan lore?" Dean asked. "Yeah. See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifices. It was kind of like a…Chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human." Sam said.

"Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?" I asked, confused. "It's not as crazy as it sound, (y/n). I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is pagan." Sam said. "Christmas is Jesus' birthday." Dean said, firmly. "No, Jesus' birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the church and renamed Christmas. But I mean, the Yule log, the tree, even Santa's red suit – that's all remnants of pagan worship." Sam said.

"How do you know that? What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny's Jewish?" Dean asked but Sam says nothing. "So you think we're gonna dealing with a pagan God?" I asked Sam. "Yeah, probably Hold Nickar, God of the winter solstice." He said.

"And all these Martha Stewart wannabes, buying these fancy wreaths…" Dean said and Sam nods. "Yeah, it's pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying Come kill us." Sam explained. "Great." Dean and I muttered, sarcastically, as Sam reads an article on the laptop.

"Huh… When you sacrifice to Hold Nickar, guess what he gives you in return." Sam said. "Lap dances, hopefully." Dean said and I punched his arm. "Mild weather." Sam said to Dean, who runs the spot I punched on his arm. Then I look out the window. "Like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan." I pointed out. "For instance." Sam said, nodding.

"Do we know how to kill it yet?" Dean asked. "No, Bobby's working on that right now. We got to figure out where they're selling those wreaths." Sam said. "You think they're selling them on purpose? Feeding the victims to this thing?" I asked and Sam exhales. "Let's find out."

"Help you, three?" The shopkeeper asked as we made our way into a shop. "Uh, hope so. Uh, we were playing Jenga over at the Walshes' the other night, and, uh…well, she hasn't shut up since about this Christmas wreath, and..." Dean said then he turns to me. "I don't know, you tell him." Dean said as I glanced at him. "Sure. It was yummy." I said.

"I sell a lot of wreaths, guys." The shopkeeper said. "Right, right, but – but you see, this one would have been really special. It had, uh, it had, uh, green leaves, um, white buds on it. It might have been made of, uh…meadowsweet?" I said and the shopkeeper gives me a look.

"Well, aren't you a fussy one?" He asked and Dean smiles and places his arm around my waist. "She is…" he laughs and I shrug as I give a fake smile. "Anyway, I know the one you're talking about. I'm all out." The man said. "Huh. Seems like this meadowsweet stuff's pretty rare and expensive. Why make wreaths out of it?" Dean asked the man. "Beats me. I didn't make them." The shopkeeper said.

"Who did?" I asked him. "Madge Carrigan, a local lady. She said the wreaths were so special, she gave them to me for free." The man said. "She didn't charge you?" Sam asked. "Nope." He said. "Did you sell them for free?" Dean asked. "Hell no. It's Christmas. People pay a buttload for this crap." The shopkeeper said and I give a sarcastic smile. "That's the spirit." I said, sarcastically.

Back at the hotel, Dean opens the door and turns on the light, Sam and I follow him in. "How much do you think a meadowsweet wreath would cost?" Dean asked. "A couple hundred dollars, at least." Sam replied. "This lady's giving them away for free? What do you think about that?" I asked them. "Well, sounds pretty suspicious." Sam said as we take off our jackets and sit on the edge of our beds.

"Remember that wreath Dad brought home that one year?" Dean asked Sam. "You mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?" Sam asked, annoyed. "Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great. I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it." Dean said.

"All right. Dude…What's going on with you?" Sam asked. "What?" Dean asked, confused. "I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want Christmas so bad?" Sam asked Dean. "Why are you so against it? I mean, were your childhood memories that traumatic?" Dean asked. "No, that has nothing to do with it." Sam said.

"Then what?" Dean asked. "I-I mean, I-I just…I don't get it. You haven't talked about Christmas in years." Sam said. "Well, yeah. This is my last year." Dean said and Sam and I look at him and I give a look of sympathy to him.

"I know…That's why I can't." Sam said and I look over at him. "What do you mean?" Dean asked him. "I mean I can't just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything's okay, when I know next Christmas you'll be dead." Sam said, a hint of sadness in his voice, and Dean nods. "I just can't." Sam said, again, and Dean nods, realizing the sadness in Sam's voice.

The three of us sit there in silence.

"This is where Mrs. Wreath lives, huh? Can't you just feel the evil pagan vibe?" Dean asked, sarcastically, as the three of us walked up to this white house that had a bunch of Christmas decorations. "Oh yeah. Feel that evil energy." I said as we get to the front door. Dean knocks on the door and an older woman greets us.

"Yes?" She greets. "Please tell me you're the Madge Carrigan who makes the meadowsweet wreaths." Dean said, questioning. "Why, yes I am." She said, cheerfully. "Ha! Bingo." Dean said, excitedly. "Yeah? Uh, well, we were just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Sylar's place the other day." I said to her.

"You were? Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest-smelling thing you ever smelled?" Madge asked.

"It is, it sure is. But the problem is, is that all you wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to buy one." I said, trying my best to look a bit sad. "Oh, fudge!" Madge exclaimed, with a sort've over-the-top expression. "You wouldn't have another one that we could buy from you, would you?" Sam asked her. "Oh, no, I'm afraid those were the only ones I had for this season." Madge said, frowning.

"Aww…" I said, disappointed. "Tell me something, why did you decide to make them out of meadowsweet?" Dean asked her when an older man, which had to be Mr Carrigan, comes down the staircase from inside the house. "Why, the smell, of course! I don't think I've ever smelled anything finer." Madge said, smiling. "Yeah…um, you mentioned that." I said as Mr Carrigan comes up next to Madge.

"What's going on, honey?" He asked his wife. "Well, just some nice youngins asking about my wreaths, dear." Madge replied. "Oh, the wreaths are fine. Fine wreaths. Oh, care for some peanut brittle?" He asked, offering us peanut brittle. Dean and I reach out to take some, but Sam slaps our arms away. "We're okay." Sam said.

That night, back at the motel, Dean and I were sharpening a couple of wooden stakes, five other wooden stakes were on the bed and floor near us, while Sam uses the laptop. "I knew it!" Sam exclaims after he claps. "Something was way off with those two." He said and Dean and I look over at him.

"What'd you find?" Dean asked him. "The Carrigans lived in Seattle, last year, where two abductions took place right around Christmas. They moved here in January. All that Christmas crap in their house – that wasn't boughs of holly. It was vervain and mint." Sam said. "Pagan stuff?" I asked. "Serious pagan stuff." Sam said, nodding.

"So what, Ozzie and Harriet are keeping a pagan god hidden underneath their plastic-covered couch?" Dean asked. "I don't know. All I know we're gotta check them out." Sam said and he looks over at us and sees our stakes. "So, what about Bobby? He's sure evergreen stakes will kill this thing, right?" He asked and we looked at the stakes. "Yeah, he's sure." Dean said.

Later, the boys make their way into the Carrigan's house while I stayed in the car, acting as backup. I sit there and just wait around for the boys, hoping that everything goes well. Minutes go by and I start to get a bit worried for the boys. I sigh and get out of the car and make my way to the house.

I crouch and walk along the porch when I heard voices. I walk over to the window and look through it to see the kitchen area; where I see Dean and Sam tied up to a chair, both of them were wearing wreaths around their necks.

Then Mr Carrigan starts to slice Sam's arm and Sam begins to scream in pain. "Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!" Dean yells. "Hear how they talk to us? To Gods?" Mr Carrigan said as Madge takes the knife and bowl. "Listen, pal, back in the day, we were worshiped by millions." Mr Carrigan said. "Times have changed!" Dean yells at him.

"Tell me about it. All of a sudden, this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of a sudden, our – our altars are being burned down, and we're being hunted down like common monsters." Mr Carrigam said. "But did we say a peep? Oh…no, no, no, we did not." Madge said as Mr Carrigan adds something to Sam's blood in the bowl.

"Two millennium." Madge said as her husband picks up a tool. "We kept a low profile; we got jobs, a mortgage. Wh-What was that word, dear?" She asked. "We assimilated." Her husband replied. "Yeah, we assimilated. Why, we play bridge on Tuesday and Fridays." Madge said as she holds a large knife. "We're just like everybody else." She said, smiling.

"You're not blending in as smooth as you think, lady." Dean said. "This might pinch a bit, dear." Madge said as he comes closer to Dean and slices his arm. "You bitch!" Dean yells and my heart raced a bit. "Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? Fudge." She said. "I'll try and remember that!" Dean growls.

"You boys have no idea how lucky you are. There was a time when kids came from miles around, just to be sitting where you are." Mr Carrigan said as he stands in front of Sam with the tool. "What do you think you're doing with those?" Sam asked him, panicked, while Dean looks up at Madge.

"You fudging touch me again and I'll fudging kill you!" He growls. "Very good!" Madge said and she slices Dean's other arm and he groans in pain, while Mr Carrigan grabs Sam's hand. "No! Don't." Sam yells then I duck down and hear the boys screaming.

"Crap." I muttered then I make my way towards the front door. I stand up, pull the hood of my jacket over my head and ring the doorbell. After a few seconds later, I ring the doorbell again as I pull the stake out of my jacket pocket and hold it behind me.

The door opens and I lower my head, covering my face, as a voice asked. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm looking for a couple of my friends..." I said and I look up and see Madge standing at the door. I quickly bring out the stake and attack her. I knock her down on the floor and I try to shove the stake towards her chest but she holds it up.

"Honey?" Mr Carrigan called out, concerned, and I hear footsteps coming. I then smack the end of the stake and insert it into Madge's chest, killing her. I quickly get up, shut the front door just as Mr Carrigan comes in and sees his dead wife.

"Madge!" He screams and he looks over at me, in anger, then attacks me. We struggle and fight then he throws me into the living room and I crash into a side table. Mr Carrigan then grabs me around the neck and begins to choke me until I see a wooden stake sticking out of his chest. He screams in pain and let's me go as I look up and see that it was Dean stabbed him.

Dean then stabs him twice before Mr Carrigan lies dead on the floor. I breath heavily, just as Sam comes in the room while Dean sighs in relief. "Thank God." Sam said, relieved, as Dean goes to help me up to my feet. "You boys okay?" I asked and they nod. "Could be worse." Dean said then we look at the dead bodies. "Merry Christmas, guys." Sam said, sarcastically, and I roll my eyes at this. "Come on, we better go." I said and we leave.

"Okay, how does this taste?" Sam asked me as he hands me a small cup of eggnog. He hands it to me and I take a sip from it and I hummed in approval. "Oh that's good." I said. "You sure? Doesn't need any more of a kick?" He asked me. "No, I think if you do, it'll taste awful." I said then I flip the burgers on the little griddle.

After we dealt with the Carrigans', we made our way to my safehouse where Sam and I decided to do Christmas to surprise Dean whenever he got back from getting beer.

"How's the burgers coming along?" Sam asked me. "They look good so far." I said. "They smell good." Sam said and I smiled as I place the cooked burgers on a plate and Sam grabs the buns and other toppings for the burgers.

We go into the Christmas decorated living room and place the food on the table just as the door opens and Dean walks in, carrying a bag. He turns to us then stops as he looks around at the decorations and the little tree Sam and I picked up and decorated.

"Hey, you get the beer?" I asked him as Sam and I hold up a cup of eggnog. "What's all this?" Dean asked, amazed. "What do you think it is? It's – it's Christmas." Sam said and Dean looks at us, as Sam lets out a deep breath.

"What made you change your mind?" Dean asked Sam. Sam and I exchange a look before Sam picks up another cup of eggnog. "Here, uh, try the eggnog." Sam said, ignoring Dean's question, as he hands the cup to Dean. Dean sips it and looks surprised at the taste. "No, we're good." Dean said and Sam and I smile. "Yeah?" Sam said. "Yeah." Dean said and we smiled.

"Is that burgers?" Dean asked. "Yeah...sorry it ain't a turkey but..." I said but Dean shakes his head. "No, no, no. That's great." He said and I smiled. "Good." I said.

"Well, uh, have a seat. Let's do…Christmas stuff, or whatever." Sam said and Dean looks at the Christmas tree, which is decorated with lights and car air fresheners. "All right, first things first." Dean said as Sam sits on the couch and Dean pulls up a chair then I go sit on the arm of his chair.

Dean takes three packages put wrapped in brown paper from a plastic bag and holds two of them out to Sam and one of them, which was a bigger package, and hands it to me. "Merry Christmas, guys." He said as Sam and I take the gifts. "Where'd you get these?" Sam asked. "Someplace special." Dean replied and Sam and I look at him. "The gas mart down the street." Dean said and Sam and I laugh.

"Open them up." Dean said to us.

"Well, great minds think alike, Dean." Sam reaches under the couch for two packages wrapped in newspaper, which he gives to Dean. "Really?" Dean asked as he takes the gifts. "There you go." Sam said as I smile. "Come on." Dean said and Sam opens his first gift, which is two porn magazines, and he laughs. "Skin mags!" He exclaims and Dean nods, satisfied with Sam's reaction. "...and…" Sam said as he opens the other gift. "Shaving cream." He said.

"You like?" Dean asked and Sam smiles. "Yeah. Yeah." Sam replied as he nods. Then Dean turns to me. "Your turn." He said and I open it and see that it was a couple of packages of (favorite candy). "Ah, a man after my heart." I said, smiling, and Dean smiles back at me and we share a quick kiss.

"Okay, your turn." Sam said to Dean and he open his presents. Then he chuckles as he unwraps the gifts. "Look at this." He said as he lifts his presents, it's a candy bar and a bottle of oil. "Fuel for me and fuel for my baby. Well...my other baby." Dean said as he looks up at me and winks. "These are awesome, thanks." Dean said to Sam. "Good." Sam said then Dean looks over at me and I smirk.

"Oh don't worry. I got something for ya." I said and he raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? Where is it?" He asked me. "You're just gonna have to wait til later tonight to open it." I said, giving him knowing look. His eyes roam over my body and a smirk quirks up on his lips. "Can't wait." He said and I lean down and kiss his cheek while Sam just rolls his eyes.

Dean looks between us and I notice there's a bit of sadness in his face before he lifts his glass of eggnog. "Merry Christmas, guys." He said. "Yeah." Sam said as he and I lift our eggnogs and make a toast with Dean's glass.

The three of us each take a drink of our eggnog and Dean whistles softly at the taste. "Hey, Dean." Sam said and he looks sad and was about to say something, but he hesitates, then sighs and looks at Dean again.

"Do you feel like watching the game?" He asked him. "Absolutely." Dean said, smiling, and Sam nods. "All right." Sam said and he grabs the remote off of the table and turns on the TV. We start grabbing a burger and began to eat and watch the game, trying to push back the thought that this would be the last Christmas we would have together.

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astrronomemes · 1 year ago

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PSYCHO (1960): STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1960 Alfred Hitchcock film, Psycho. change & alter as needed.

"[Name], I hate having to be with you in a place like this."

"When you're married, you can do a lot of things deliberately."

"You sure talk like a girl who's been married."

"When you can't change a situation, laugh at it."

"[Name], this is the last time."

"It's like laughing through a broken jaw."

"You make respectability sound disrespectful."

"[Name], let's go get married."

"Headaches are like resolutions. You forget them as soon as they stop hurting."

"Aren't you going to take the pills? They'll knock that headache out."

"I don't need pills. Just sleep."

"You can do anything you've a mind to. And, being a woman, you will."

"I'll be perfectly honest with you, [name]. It's not that I don't trust you, but..."

"Or do I have to tell her, because you don't have the guts? Huh, boy? You have the guts, boy?"

"I'm sorry. I wish... people could apologize for other people."

"A man should have a hobby."

"You've never had an empty moment in your whole life, have you?"

"What are you running away from?"

"You know what I think? I think we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch."

"If anyone ever spoke to me the way I heard she spoke to you... I don't think I could ever laugh again."

"When you love someone, you don't do that to them. Even if you hate them."

"It's just that, sometimes, she goes a little mad. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?"

"I stepped into a private trap back there, and I want to go back, and try to pull myself out. Before it's too late for me, too."

"And I say, insect or man, death should always be painless."

"We're always quickest to doubt people who have a record for being honest."

"I ought to call the police right now!"

"I need to believe something. This is the first time I've ever come up against anything I couldn't understand."

"I didn't think the police went searching for people who weren't in trouble."

"I didn't lie to you. I just have trouble keeping track of time."

"You didn't spend the night with her, did you?"

"I did question him, believe me. I think I got all there was to get."

"Sometimes, Saturday night has a lonely sound. Ever notice, [name]?"

"Patience doesn't run in my family, [name]."

"I don't know where to start... except at the beginning."

"She's not missing so much as she's run away."

"[Name], please, it's just for a few days. Just a few days, just so they won't find you."

"You must have seen an illusion, [name]. Now, I know you're not the seeing-illusions type, but..."

"Maybe I am the seeing-illusions type."

"I wonder if we'll ever see [name] again."

"Some people are so willing to suffer for you that they suffer more if you don't let them."

"Someone was at that window. I saw the curtain move."

"We don't like the look of that sky. Looks like a bad day coming, doesn't it?"

"I've been doing all the talking so far, haven't I?"

"You are alone here, aren't you? That would drive me crazy."

"That would be a rather extreme reaction, wouldn't it?"

"I'd do just about anything to get away. Wouldn't you?"

"I'll feel better when all of this is explained... if it can be."

"When the mind houses two personalities, there is always a battle."

"These were murders of passion, not profit."

"They're probably watching me. Well, let them! Let them see what kind of a person I am!"

#and now it's time for my SECOND favorite classic horror movie lmao #rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #dialogue prompts #dialogue starters #dialogue memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence memes #sentence prompts #sentence starters

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joprompts · 10 months ago

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the great gatsby (2023 musical) starters. part one. *starters from the musical. slightly edited for rp purposes. adjust as necessary.

each night we're shooting for the moon.

you fight and return only to learn that you have lost her.

impossible, old sport.

i thought you disappeared, thought you were gone. buried you in my heart but as i moved on, i had this feeling as i was falling, the sound across the bay was the sound of you calling.

where's the party and can you take me there?

you're like the eyes of god.

she is late so i'm off to go scream in a jar!

run, runaway, let's drive until morning!

i am not okay.

we so-and-so's are so sophisticated!

though, i'm not showing, the baby's growing.

we'll go back to that kiss.

drown me in the bay!

soon, she'll walk through my door so what's an hour more? she wants to make me wait? well, dammit, i can wait!

how can she be gone? she's still everywhere.

he'll love this baby as his own.

all the years that we missed will blow away in the breeze.

save me, too.

for better or worse. for rich or for poor. my husband has delivered on the rich part, but the better, i'm not sure.

you know that there is no forgetting her.

soon, we three will be a million miles away.

only heaven knows what i might do. if i save you, will you save me too?

everybody is a tiny bit shady.

you know that i love you, did i saw i love you? i love you!

can you stop for a moment and just take in the view? no, darling, i'm looking at you!

you remind me of an absolute rose.

one mile down with seven to go.

soon, this will all be done. two lives will turn into one. we have a date with fate.

for better or worse, my vows have been made.

it was under a willow tree, i kissed the nicest girl i've met and time stood still.

it's so simple, that it's funny!

do you know what i did when my baby was born? you don't because no one was there.

i learned it is not what feels the best, it is what will hurt the least.

now you know why it's time to leave the valley of ashes.

no one understands how she can save me.

a lot of married men can't be trusted.

they say you can't relieve the past, but you know what i see? finally the past is catching up to me.

let's go before i change my mind!

where is my share of the heavens? my sliver of the silver sky?

i've been domesticated.

i should go right now!

so certain my soldier had been lost and with him half my heart.

i went to war for her. braved foreign shore for her.

will she see i've made my world in the image of her dreams?

you're a lighthouse.

"it's a girl," the nurse said and i broke.

come one-way road, no matter what!

the best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful, little fool.

once again, trouble in paradise.

do you know what i did when my baby was born?

the light's still green and we've only begun!

is this the latest thing, the latest thrill?

you have the eyes of god. who's gonna be his hands?

i have waited five years and today is the day.

someday soon, i'll have us all related.

no, you make a fool of me!

let my girl be a fool to whom it won't occur but the choices she makes in this life are never hers.

i kissed her and knew i'd ever stray.

we'll drive through the night, back to [location] and i'll marry you there, on your father's front lawn.

he wore a secondhand suit on our wedding day!

the reason i'm brave and the reason i'm broke.

had a past to rectify, made that nickel multiply.

it's a blessing and a curse.

forgive me for being his end.

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp memes #rp starters #lyric starter #lyric memes #lyric prompts #lyric starters

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carpememes · 1 year ago

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OBAN STAR RACERS STARTERS (part 1)

"What's she thinking? If he's never called, he never will."

"I know you're jealous! My dad's famous!"

"He's just too busy to give me a call... Not his fault."

"If you weren't so old and ugly, I could kiss you!"

"Do I look like a young man to you? Can't you see I'm a girl?!"

"You got a day off last year didn't you?"

"Guess what, you're fired!"

"We must join the race or God knows what fate awaits us."

"I'll do my best, you can count on me."

"He's perfect. We'll take him."

"Fly to the other side of the galaxy if you want, but this time I'm coming with you."

"The die is cast. The race has begun."

"What on earth are you doing here?!"

"As far as I'm concerned you're just a surprise. And I hate surprises! have I made myself clear?"

"Watch your step. From now on you are ambassadors of the Earth."

"Sir, I think the welcoming committee has arrived."

"Oh great another surprise. Somehow I feel this won't be the last one today."

"Aren't you a bit young to be running around without parental guidance?"

"Where are YOUR parents, you're no older than I am."

"Don't try to con me, ____. I know you too well."

"What I'm trying to say is, I'm counting on you. We're all counting on you."

"I've got good news and bad news. The good news is we've been granted a rematch today."

"This is not the time for false modesty. I know you'll do just fine."

"I'm a gunner. I break things, it's my job."

"You know, ignoring your problems is no way to solve them."

"Tell that to my dad. He ignored me for 10 years."

"Sir, I think this is totally crazy but for what it's worth I admire you. Even in death."

"I'm only a humble mechanic."

"COME OUT, YOU ALIEN SCUM."

"They may reach the finish line, but they'll have to crawl."

"You owe your victory to a reckless stunt."

"We came as ambassadors and now we're the laughing stock of the entire competition!"

"I told you what you needed to know, when you needed to know it."

"Listen, pal. I already got a father!"

"There are times to talk and times to be silent. Guess which one this is!"

"Tell me, ____. Do you get along with your dad?"

"Who the heck was that guy? ___'s friendly clone?"

"Who said you could just walk in here?!"

"There was no noise! You're disturbing me."

"Such dark thoughts for a girl your age."

"These are normal thoughts for a girl my age."

"That's impossible! I can't be sick!"

"Don't you understand? Racing is my whole life."

"If I find that cat, I'll take all nine of its lives!"

"If I don't believe in them, no one will."

"Well, well, well. I must say I wasn't expecting you to fare so well."

"Our best wasn't good enough, was it?"

"Every champion must know the agony of defeat at least once in their professional career."

"He didn't mean a word of it. As usual."

"You had a rotten day too, huh?"

"I'm always prepared to lose with honor. You should be prepared to do the same."

"I'm just following orders. Like you should be."

"I trusted you, and you let me down!"

"Didn't your father teach you any manners?"

"I'm going to my room and I'm never coming out!"

"Today was a sure win! We lost because you didn't stick to the plan!"

"So you're against me too, are you? Is that it?!"

"You don't deserve a loving daughter like me!"

"And I don't deserve a father like you!"

"Oh great, they're bonding."

"Get lost I'm trying to be sad!"

"Breaking your word wasn't enough? Now you must spy?"

"Stay away from ____ or else you'll regret it."

"I fell. Choking on a .... pretzel."

"What is that monstrosity?"

"Impossible. She'll never make it."

"Another reckless gamble, but i'll take the victory."

"There was nothing reckless about that race and you know it better than anyone."

#oban star racers #rp memes #sentence starters #from episodes 1 - 9 #i would have put more in here but it was getting long

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aspenmissing · 1 year ago

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𝙰 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

A girl is looking outside through the glass door and a woman stands outside, being interviewed.

"Um, my daughter and I were in out beds" She says "Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the rood and then I heard Mike scream. And now I'm talking to the FBI"

"And you didn't see any of it?" Y/N asks, dressed in formal wear.

"No, he was...he was gone"

"The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?"

"That's right"

"Does anybody else have a key?" Y/N asks.

"My parents"

"Where do they live?"

"Florida" Sam and Dean, in suits, walk out of the house.

"Thanks for letting us have a look around, Mrs. Walsh" Dean says.

"I think, we, uh, got just about everything we need" Sam says. He looks to Y/N "We're all set.

"We'll be in touch" she says. Mrs. Walsh nods and the siblings walk down the steps.

"Agents...." She calls. The three turn around.

"The police said my husband might have been kidnapped"

"Could be" Dean says.

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called? O-or - or demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?" The three looks at each other.

"We're very sorry" Sam, Y/N and Dean walk away and Mrs. Walsh turns to go inside.

"Find anything?" Y/N asks. Sam sighs.

"Stocking, mistletoe...this" Sam gives Y/N something out of his pocket.

"A tooth? Where was this?" Y/N asks, examining the tooth.

"In the chimney" Dean says.

"Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow"

"No way he fits up in one piece"

"Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney-"

"We need to find out what dragged him up there"

Inside a motel, pictures of demons are pinned up on the wall. Sam sat at the table on his laptop when the door opens and the twins walk inside, Dean carrying a brown paper bag.

"So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" Dean says.

"Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke" Sam says.

"Who?"

"Mary Poppins"?"

"Who's that?"

"Oh, come on- never mind" Sam waves his hand.

"Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month" Y/N says.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah"

"The other guy gets dragged up the chimney, too?"

"Don't know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof" Y/N says and the three shrug

"So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with" Dean asks.

"Actually, I have an idea"

"Yeah?" Y/N asks.

"Uh, it's gonna sound crazy"

"What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to us"

"Um...evil Santa" Sam says, smiling. Y/N snorts. Dean pauses and then nods.

"Yeah, that's crazy"

" Yeah... I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture" Sam shows Dean and Y/N some evil Santa pictures "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter" Dean takes the pictures from Sam “Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore"

"Saying what?" Y/N asks.

"Saying...back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked"

"By hauling their ass up chimneys?"

"For starters, yeah"

"So, this is your theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?"

"Well, ah- I'm just saying, that's what the lore says"

"Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa"

"Yeah, I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember" Sam says looking at Dean, who looks down, maybe feeling a little guilty. Sam turns back to his computer and sighs "Yeah, you know what, I could be wrong. I ... " Sam sighs again, shutting his laptop "gotta be wrong"

"Maybe, maybe not" Y/N says.

"What?"

"We did a little digging" Y/N says, gesturing to Dean "Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched"

"Where?"

Christmas music plays, children are playing, and people wearing costumes are walking around.

"It does kind of lend credence to the theory, don't it?" Dean says.

"Yeah, but anti-Claus? Couldn't be"

"It's a Christmas miracle"

"Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year" Y/N says.

"Have on what?" Sam asks.

"A Christmas" Sam scoffs.

"No, thanks"

"No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little"

"I actually like the idea of that" Dean says.

"Guys, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know"

"What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases"

"Whose childhood are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Sam" Y/N says.

"No! Just...no" Dean and Y/N look at him surprised.

"All right, Grinch" Dean mutters. The two walk away, while Sam stands still. Suddenly he notices a reindeer statue staring at him. Sam looks uncomfortable.

==Flashback: Christmas Eve, 1991==

Reindeers pull Santa's sleigh across the sky on the TV, which is playing ‘A Year Without Santa Claus’. An 8-year-old Sam turns away from the TV and back to the couch, where he starts to wrap two things with newspaper.

"What is that?" A 12-year-old Y/N asks, kneeling beside him.

"Yeah, right. Where'd you get the money? Steal it?" A 12-year-old Dean asks, who's standing by the window. Y/N glares at him.

"No. Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to him. Said it was really special"

"What is it?" Y/N asks.

"A pony" Sam says sarcastically. Y/N smiles whereas Dean scoffs.

"Very funny"

“What about the other one?" Y/N asks.

"I made that for him myself"

"I bet he'll love it" Sam continues to wrap the presents. Dean then comes over and sits on the couch next to them and picks up a magazine.

"Dad's gonna be here, right?" Sam says, looking up at Y/N.

"He'll be here" she says.

"It's Christmas"

"He knows and he'll be here. Promise"

"Where is he anyway?"

"On business" Dean says.

"What kind of business?"

"You know that. He sells stuff"

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff"

"Nobody ever tells me anything" Dean rolls his eyes.

"Then quit asking" Y/N glares at Dean, but he shrugs.

"We wish we could tell you, Sam, but Dad won't let us" Y/N says softly. “So, please stop asking. Okay?" Sam nods. Dean leaves the two and walks to the bed. She shoves garbage and food wrappers off of it and opens the magazine.

"Is Dad a spy?"

"Mm-hmm. He's James Bond"

"Why do we move around so much?"

"'Cause everywhere we go, they get sick of your face" Dean says.

"I'm old enough, guys. You can tell me the truth"

"You don't want to know the truth. Believe me" Y/N says.

"Is that why we never talk about...Mom?" Sam says cautiously. Y/N tenses, side glancing at Dean who tosses the magazine away angrily and stands up.

"Shut up! Don't you ever talk about Mom. Ever!"

"He was just asking, Dean!" Y/N says, standing up and facing her twin brother. Dean begins to head for the door, opening it.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sam asks.

"Out"

"You better stay out there till you calm down!" Y/N says before Dean shuts the door behind him.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sam says, looking up at Y/N.

"No, just, Mom's a hard subject to talk about around Dean. Don't worry though"

"Are you gonna leave if I talk about...Mom?" Sam asks. Y/N kneels down beside him, smiling softly.

"No, I'm never gonna leave you" she says, ruffling his hair. “Ask me whatever you like about Mom.”

==Flashback End==

Sam is still lost in memories as Dean and Y/N walk beside him.

"You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow" Dean says.

"What?" Sam asks, awakening from his daydreaming.

"Nothing"

"What are we looking for, again?" Y/N asks.

"Um..." Sam looks around "lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets"

"Great. So, we're looking for a pimp Santa" Dean says "Why the sweets?"

"Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?"

"That's creepy" Y/N says. Sam chuckles "How does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?"

"I don't know" A man wearing a Santa costume sits outside a small barn. A woman and a boy walk up to him.

"So, Ronny, come sit on Santa's knee" The boy sits "Ah, there you go. You been a good boy this year?"

"Yeah"

"Good. Santa's got a special gift for you" He cackles creepily. Dean looks at Santa and the boy speculatively.

"Maybe we do" Ronny's mother takes his arm and leads him away from the Santa.

"Come on, honey, let's go" A woman in an elf costume walks up to Sam, Dean, and Y/N.

"Welcome to Santa's court. Can I escort your child to Santa?"

"Uh..."

"No. No. Uh, but actually, our brother here" Dean smacks Sam on the shoulder "...it's been a lifelong dream of his" The elf looks at Sam.

"Uh, sorry. No kids over...12"

"No, he's just kidding. We only came here to watch" Y/N facepalms. The woman looks at Dean, who shakes his head.

"Eww" she says.

"No, he didn't mean like that" Y/N says "You see, my brother here is just really nervous around beautiful women like yourself" The elf looks away, blushing.

"Oh, um, thank you"

"And what he meant by watching is that he's watching the Santa because my husband, uh, back home is looking after our daughter" Y/N lies. "And she dreams of meeting Santa so my brother wants to surprise her and dress up as him and he wants to know how to be the perfect Santa"

"Aww, you’re such a good uncle" The elf says, looking at Sam who smiles "Well, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, please enjoy the rest of your day" The woman walks away.

"You’re welcome, you idiots" Dean laughs.

"Dude, you were like shitting yourself" Dean then suddenly turns serious.

"Check it out" The three watch the Santa leave his chair. Santa walks with a bad limp "Are you seeing this?"

"A lot of people walk with limps, right?" The Santa walks past the three.

"Tell me you didn't just smell that" Y/N says "That was candy, guys"

"That was Ripple. I think. Had to be" Sam says as he looks at Santa again.

"Maybe. We're willing to take that chance?"

Inside the Impala, the three are spying on a simple house that is decorated with Christmas lights.

"What time is it?" Dean asks.

"Same as the last time you asked" Y/N says from the passenger seat.

"Here" Sam hands Dean a thermos "Caffeinate" Dean takes the thermos from Sam and tries to pour coffee into the cup, but the thermos in empty.

"Wonderful" Dean throws it into the back seat beside Sam "Hey, Sam"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?"

"Dean..."

"I mean, I admit it. You know, we have a few bumpy holidays when we were kids"

"Bumpy"?"

"That was then. We'll do it right this year" Y/N says.

"Look, guys. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourselves out. Just don't involve me" Dean and Y/N share a look. They then return to watch the house. Santa, still in his red cap, but in a green tank top, looks outside, then closes his curtains.

"What's up with Saint Nicotine?" Y/N asks.

"Oh, my God!" A woman's voice shouts. The three jump out of the car and run to the house with their guns drawn. Y/N looks inside the window of the front door.

"Huh" Sam says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Nothing. It's just that, uh... well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa" Y/N opens the door. Santa is sitting on the couch, holding a giant bong and a bottle of whiskey. Santa stands up and the three quickly hide their guns.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean looks around and realizes Santa's only watching TV. Dean looks at Sam and Y/N, who shrug. Dean starts to sing-badly.

"S-silent night...Holy..." Dean looks at Sam and Y/N, who follow him, shrugging, and both smiling.

".... night" Santa chuckles and sits down to enjoy the show "All is well..."

"...all is dry" Santa also sings along.

"Bright..."

"Round and round..." They try to sing although they don't remember the lyrics.

"The table..." Sam puts a hand on Dean's shoulder to pull him away, followed by Y/N.

The three are inside of a large house in the living room, interviewing a woman, who has a bruise on her eye.

"So, that's how your son described the attack? "Santa took daddy up the chimney"?"

"That's what he says, yes"

"And where were you?" Y/N asks.

"I was asleep and all of a sudden" She sniffs "...I was being dragged out of bed, screaming"

"Did you see the attacker?" The woman shakes her head.

"It was dark, and he hit me. He knocked me out" Dean nods.

"I'm sorry. I know this is hard"

“Yeah...um, Mrs. Caldwell, where, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?" Dean and Y/N look around at the wreath, and blink. They look at each other puzzled.

"Excuse me?" Dean and Y/N look at Sam, waiting for an answer. Sam shrugs, smiling, feeling embarrassed.

"Just curious, you know" Later, the three exit the house and walk back to the Impala.

"Wreaths, huh? Sure, you didn't want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer" Dean says.

"We've seen that wreath before, Dean"

"Where?" Y/N asks.

"The Walshes', yesterday"

"We know. We were just testing you" Dean says. Sam scoffs. They then drive away in the Impala.

Back at the motel room, Sam is on the phone.

"Yeah, all right. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks, Bobby" He hangs up " Well... we're not dealing with the anti-Claus"

"What did Bobby say?"

"Uh, that we're morons"

"Sounds like Bobby" Y/N says.

"He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths" Sam says, looking at his laptop.

"Wow! Amazing. What the hell is meadowsweet?" Dean asks.

"It's pretty rare and it's probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore"

"Pagan lore?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifice. It was kind of like a... Chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human"

"Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?" Y/N asks.

"It's not as crazy as it sounds, Guys. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is Pagan.

"No, Jesus's birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the Church and renamed "Christmas". But I mean, the Yule log, the tree, even Santa's red suit - that's all remnants of pagan worship" Dean looks at Y/N in surprise in shock.

"How do you know that?" Dean asks.

"Where do you think Sam got it from." She asks. Dean looks between Sam and Y/N.

"What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny's Jewish?" The two don't reply.

"So, you think we're gonna dealing with a pagan God?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, probably Hold Nickar, God of the winter solstice"

"And all these Martha Stewart wanna be, buying these fancy wreaths..."

"Yeah, it's pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying "Come kill us"

"Great" Sam reads an article on the laptop.

"Huh...When you sacrifice to Hold Nicktar, guess what he gives you in return"

"Lap dances, hopefully" Dean jokes.

"Mild weather" Y/N looks out the window.

"Like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan" Y/N says.

"For instance,"

"Do we know how to kill it yet?" Y/N asks.

"No, Bobby's working on that right now. We got to figure out where they're selling those wreaths"

"You think they're selling them on purpose?" Dean asks "Feeding the victims to this thing?" Sam exhales.

"Let's find out"

#supernatural #older sister winchester #supernatural fandom #supernatural fanfiction #reader insert

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essence-inked · 8 months ago

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I work IT at a university help desk, and I may actually be able to clear this one up.

For my job, we get a lot of account access related calls, so the version of "did you restart the computer" for us is "can you try going to your main account page and logging in."

When someone calls and says they can't access something tied in with their university account, we'll usually start with confirming their credentials are what they say they are even if they tell us they were able to log into other services of ours just earlier that day. We do this not because it's a script (we don't actually have those, there's a couple main points we need to hit, but mostly it's just that the same common sense questions apply to everyone), but because it tells us several things:

If they're using the wrong username (happens a lot because the nomenclature for our school's email addresses changed a while back, and the old ones are still used as aliases but can't be used to log into things with, so this happens a lot with alumni and new students.

If they actually type in their password - some people will save their passwords, and then after resetting them, that info will be wrong. Depending on exactly what the situation is, seeing how they log into something can tip us off about this.

It gives us more info about edge cases. If the user gets a really wonky error, then they can read it out to us directly rather than just saying "it isn't working."

Sometimes people honest to god will just make a mistake. This happens a lot when someone calls saying they just reset their password, but now they can't log in to anything; chances are they wrote their password down wrong. Or, hey, sometimes computer gremlins Just Happen. Either way, if they try to sign in and it doesn't work, they're conveniently at the page where they can reset their password from. So, if they do just get a "wrong password" error, we can go right ahead and show them how to reset it, then make sure they can log in for real this time.

Checking that users can log in usually takes quite literally less than one minute, and if it takes more, then it's probably a very good idea we tried that for starters.

Both those comments are, in some sense, right. The first one is right because 90% of the time, it's the easy and obvious solutions that fix the problem, and the thing is just that the customer was doing them slightly wrong, or didn't know something they needed to, or something of the sort. The second one is right in terms of the experience a lot of people seem to have - there are indeed dumbasses out there like that person who understand rudimentary troubleshooting just enough to get annoyed when someone asks them to give it one more shot real quick, but not enough to realize that there's usually good reason behind the request. And when they get all snippy thinking that they know way more than the tech support people, they do a fantastic job of making the call an absolute nightmare for everyone involved, becoming some sort of obnoxious self-fulfilling prophecy.

Also? There are absolutely customers who know their stuff, and as soon as that becomes apparent, I'll up the technical lingo to match theirs right away. Thing is, every single time I have someone on the phone who starts off the call by telling me how much they know their stuff, without fail, they will then immediately prove themselves wrong. I have yet to encounter someone who acts that way who turns out to be the tech whiz they think they are.

Tech support people don't want to keep you on the phone longer than they absolutely have to, and it's not just for your sanity - it's also for ours. If we're asking you to try a thing, it's for a good damn reason, and the fastest way to actually get your problem sorted out is to maybe trust the expert you called, because if you could've fixed it yourself, then you wouldn't be on the phone with us.

#ink posts #tech support #rant #comp sci and coding

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coolstorysister · 1 year ago

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lyric starters 13

This is surely not what you thought it would be.

Run away now!

You need to hear me out!

Speak now!

I know you wish it was me.

You wish it was me, don't you?

Something in my head said "stop".

It's so hard to explain...

Somehow I know that you and I would've found each other in another life.

I believe that we were supposed to find this.

Time breaks down your mind and body.

Sometimes there's no proof, you just know.

I'm gonna love you when our hair is turning gray.

You are not the exception!

You will never learn your lesson...

You know how to keep me waiting.

I know how to act like I'm fine.

I know I can't call you mine.

I will do my best to seem bulletproof.

Maybe someday when we're older, this is something we'll laugh about.

How could I not see the signs?

You haven't written me or called!

You will learn the hard way now.

I used to be great.

They used to cheer when they saw my face.

I have fallen from grace.

You don't want to know me.

I will just let you down.

I pushed it too far.

I held that grudge till it tore me apart.

Power went to my head and I couldn't stop.

People look at me like I'm a monster.

I can see you.

I've been watching you for ages.

What would you do if I went to touch you?

Baby, if you only knew...

We kept everything professional.

Something's changed.

They keep watchful eyes on us.

It's best that we move fast and keep quiet.

Meet me tonight.

You know I won't ever tell.

Little Miss Sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain.

She's the kind of book that you can't put down.

Sometimes I wish I was her.

It's all on her face!

She'll call you out.

She'll put you in your place.

Just breathe!

Just relax!

It'll be okay.

I've got my money on things going badly.

Just one time.

I want you now.

Every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart.

I've gotten used to no one calling my phone.

I've grown accustomed to sleeping alone.

All it takes is to get it right just one time.

Never before has home felt so far away.

This is our song.

Nobody would ever have a clue.

They look at me and figure "she's a girl who has it easy".

There's a universe inside that no one else can see.

You can spend a lifetime looking deep in someone's eyes and never see the universe inside.

I need to be the best!

Don't they realize I'm so much more?

If you want me, you know where to find me.

I wish I noticed, but I never took the time to look beyond the surface and finally see the universe inside you.

Do you know what it's like to be in love with you?

I know I'll never find your smile in anyone else, though I'll try.

You're going down!

I just don't understand...

Heaven sent me an angel.

This is love.

You came my way and stole my heart.

I wanna be your shelter.

I've never been the type to know for certain.

I'm always looking for a better view.

I can't help feeling a little stuck.

All I ever wanted was a love that's so, so true.

They're both so different but they're both pretty.

It's hard to choose.

I guess it just depends.

How can I choose between two perfect things?

Gotta make a choice, but I don't know what to choose.

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thedaveandkimmershow · 1 year ago

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MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 11

So our plan for Monday was to have no plan. No agenda. Nothing specific to do.

Call it a bit of a lazy reconnaissance day, if you will, as it began with hanging out in the room all morning and early early afternoon when lunch seemed in order. We had breakfast from the stash we brought (now safely in the room's fridge). After that, Kimmer had tacos on the brain. Specifically Rocco's Tacos as recommended to us by the guest service agent last night when we checked in.

On our way out the hotel we stopped at the guest services desk to run through theme park tickets options that we later discussed between ourselves 'cause it wasn't an emergency and it could wait a few hours. We then Uber over to Rocco's around 2 and have a peaceful, relaxing, delightful lunch with a view.

Afterward, we explore down to the other end of the strip mall where, lo and behold, we find ourselves trapped in a Barnes 'n Noble for maybe an hour, an hour and a half.

Not trapped really. We just wouldn't leave the place it's such a playground for readers.

And yes.

We are readers.

Soon as we finish indulging, we walk back toward the Publix grocery store we passed earlier.

Why?

'Cause Kimmer brought with her the food she could safely transport in one suitcase. The rest we'd have to buy locally. First stop, then: Publix.

Fist thing, we check on the non-alcoholic bottled or canned drinks... but they don't seem to have any. So we move on to score, among other items, vanilla yogurt and rice pudding which I mention simply because I looooove rice pudding and vanilla yogurt. They make great breakfasts to go when you're out the door first thing in the morning for a theme park.

After Publix, we hail an Uber and, by 520, we're on the road for Total Wine & More which takes us about twenty-five minutes during the local rush-hour traffic but totally worth it since we score lovely non-alcoholic afternoon and dessert drinks for the week: two four-packs and a six-pack.

Okay sure. The Schöfferhofer grapefruit was straight up alcoholic but it is a tradition for us down here because Disney's Blizzard Beach is where we got our very first taste and we never ever forgot it.

Seven o'clock we're back at the Dockside to finally buy our park tickets: a three for five park to park deal wherein we pay for three days of access and get five days of access during which we can bounce from any park to any park across each day.

Back in our room, we hang out for a little bit of chips and beer before catching a bus to Universal City Walk a little after 730.

We're improvising a little because City Walk's open to 1AM.

We'll figure out something to do, basically. 😊

Okay so the big thing to remember about tonight is that there was an amazing lighting storm happening, already in progress as we stepped out of the hotel to catch our bus.

Seriously.

Like nothing we'd ever seen before. It was massive. Took up an unbelievable amount of real estate in the sky.

As we entered City Walk, we continued on our quest to take Where's Waldo style photos of the green 3D printed tugboat we're carrying with us wherever we go down here just for the occasion.

After that, we check out the Hard Rock then the big steam punk chocolate place where the chocolate isn't guaranteed to NOT contain nut allergens so their chocolate shop is basically a non-starter for us. 😕

We are here for dinner, though and, after two strikes, we're glad to happen upon the bar at Margaritaville where we can order off the bar menu right there at the, you know, bar under the faux active volcano that's definitely the center of attention. We also easily strike up a conversation with the bartender that was one of those shared experience sort of things, the ones where it's like Oh dear God, you too?

There's live music being performed on the main stage and, at one point, we become aware they're performing some classic rock including a song by Kansas. They're definitely taking requests and, since Kimmer's a HUUUUUUGE Kansas fan who really wanted to hear "Carry On, Wayward Son"...

I pass her request along to the band.

And then forgot about it.

In the meantime, we continue our conversation with the bartender who, despite our shared experiences, also reminds us of someone we know just in the way they communicate and carry themselves.

Finally, after bidding each other our fare-thee-wells, Kimmer and I are literally getting up from our bar stools when we hear it.

The opening bars to "Carry On, Wayward Son".

Kimmer was stoked. So we went down to the back of the main floor to appreciate the performance.

Afterward, we went up to talk to the musicians, at the very least to give them a tip which gave way to the fact we're celebrating 31 years of being married, which led to the vocalist/guitarist asking what our wedding song was which turned into an explanation of why we didn't have one because we didn't have a dance at our reception.

But, says Kimmer, we looooove AC/DC.

At which point, the violinist, plays the riff from Thunderstruck on his violin. The guitarist joins in and they figure out a thing or two together and then they start in for real.

And it.

Is.

Magnificent.

youtube

The vocalist/guitarist, by the way, is Bryan Malpass while the violinist is Tanner Johnson. Crazy talented, both of them. Especially on the fly like this.

If I had to guess, I'd say this memory right here is gonna stick with us for quite some time. It is just that indelible.

It is just that amazing, magical, and powerful.

🤯😊🤩☺️🎉🥳😍🤔👌

Eventually we're back at the hotel, coming up on 11. It rained at some point during our evening but we managed to miss that by being indoors most of the time.

Kimmer goes right to bed. I stay out at the picnic bench between the kitchen and front door putting the finishing touches on Kimmer's anniversary card as well as wrapping her gifts.

Thus endeth our second day down here.

#universal #universal city walk #margaritaville #endless summer dockside #relaxing #peacing out #rocco's tacos #barnes 'n noble #total wine & more #bryan malpass #tanner johnson #thunderstruck #Youtube

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skyjci · 4 years ago

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tag drop!

#i. » headcanon : this is all in your program . you are at the opera .#i. » blog psa : gonna have to study up a little bit if you wanna keep with the plot .#i. » memes : so look it up in your program . we'd appreciate it thanks a lot .#i. » edits : I'm hiding from my drafts in these photoshop layers #i. » ooc : chandeliers and caviar . the war can't touch us here .#i. » plotting call : have you heard . there's a rumor in saint petersburg .#i. » starter call : we're on our way to who knows where and we'll go from there .

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years ago

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Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

[Previous chapter]

Part 14 - Finale

Tony Stark stood at the opposite end of the square. He was staring right at the restaurant on the corner. The restaurant with the lovely view. The restaurant with the nice outdoor seating area. The restaurant he was to be at tonight.

Tony clenched his fist beside him. He just needed to get the rights to the building. He needed Helmut Zemo to accept the cheque and sign it over.

Sure, the restaurant looked fresh and new, but no amount of make overs would save it from the wrath of Tony Stark. He was a man with a plan, and tonight he would come out on top.

His eyes narrows on the movement in the window. Someone he didn't recognise was checking over the tables. With a sigh, he turns on his heel and disappears.

Veronica had a clipboard in hand with a checklist. She was checking off everything and making sure the whole restaurant was ready for tonight. You were by the bar with your own clipboard, going through a list with Sam.

"That's everything. Think you can handle it?" You ask him, looking over the shelves behind him.

"With Bucky and Natasha here, I think we got it. Just waiting for those coffee beans."

"Natasha has gone to get them. I got a few bags, though I think people will be more interested in your end of the bar," you chuckle.

Sam winks at you.

"I've got many tricks up my sleeve."

"Blow them all away!"

You check off the drinks list and turn around to face Veronica.

"All menus out?"

"All accounted for," she replies. She smiles and checks off her own list.

"Good. Left or right?" You asks.

"Right."

"Right is your side for the evening. I'll have left and outside."

"I can help with outside," she says.

"Outside is neutral territory then," you chuckle. She nods and you both mark it down. "I'll go check the kitchen, the waiting staff should be soon, make sure Wanda knows."

Veronica nods and you head into the kitchen.

Helmut has his back to you as he gives out orders. Chefs are spread throughout the kitchen, each with their assignments. You smile at the way he is handling it all.

You let him finish giving out orders before coughing softly and calling his name.

Helmut turns instantly and smiles at you.

"How's it going, chef?"

You haven't called him that since the day you made that paella with him. His lips curl into a mischievous grin as he steps closer to you.

"All is well in my domain. How about out front?"

"We are ready for the main event."

He kisses you.

"Your father would be so proud of you," you tell him.

Hearing you say that makes his heart flutter. That's all he ever wanted to do.

"Something smells delicious," you say, laughing softly.

Helmut glances over his shoulder.

"That could be a number of things."

You both laugh together before you kiss his cheek and let him crack on with it. You made a promise to see him later when you both head home to change.

When you go back out, Wanda is with her staff for the night. Wanda was beyond excited to play head waitress tonight, she wanted to be as useful as she could to you. You assured her she had ways been helpful. After all, she did play match maker.

Wanda turns when you approach, dismissing the staff who go ahead and make themselves busy with Veronica.

"Are you excited?" Wanda asks.

"I'm nervous. Tonight has so much to prove."

"We can do it."

"I know," you sigh softly. Wanda pulls you in for a hug.

"We're a team, we're going to do this."

You nod. You both take a deep breath together and smile.

"Let's finish the final touches and get our asses back so we can all change for the evening."

You nod and go through the last checklist.

Back at the apartment, you change your clothes. As a host you wouldn't be wearing your apron, so you wore something smart and presentable. Helmut was all ready to go, his apron back at the restaurant. He was just waiting for you to finish up.

When you were done, you stood in front of him in the living room.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Ready."

You take Helmut's hand and kiss him as he leans in. You both smile and leave the apartment.

It was becoming very real now.

You arrive at Escorpión Morado. Helmut has all staff gather in the kitchen. You stand beside your boyfriend as he faces his staff.

"We only have one shot to show Tony Stark that this is my restaurant. One shot to prove that we're not irrelevant. Escorpión Morado has stood here this long and it will stand for many years to come. He can offer me all the money he wants, but I will never sell my father's pride and joy to him. I need everyone focused, ready, and open for any changes. Nothing can go wrong here."

Everyone replies with 'yes chef!'

He turns to you and nods. You nod back and gesture for Veronica to follow. Wanda and the wait staff follow behind, Sam, Bucky and Natasha behind them.

You and Veronica stand in front of the doors. You can see all the people you invited waiting to come inside. The butterflies in your stomach are having a ball.

Sam, Bucky, and Natasha take their places behind the bar.

Wanda and the waiters stand to one side of the room.

You take a deep breath and put on a smile as both you and Veronica open the doors.

"Welcome everyone."

One by one you guide them inside. Veronica and yourself guide people to tables, having accounted for everyone you invited. That included extra guests of which you anticipated Tony to have considering you went to his party with more than he bargained for.

You smile, greet, talk them through the menu.

However, all but one table was full. You cast glances at Wanda, Natasha, and the boys. Each of them shrug.

Tony hadn't arrived yet.

Helmut stands by the kitchen door. You lock eyes with him and shook your head subtly. He glances toward the door and grits his teeth slightly.

Stark was doing this on purpose.

You turn to fine other guests. They're all local people. Some have been here since the restaurant was first built. Some who came here as children. Some who had been every day. They knew this place. They knew Helmut. They knew why this was happening tonight.

You smile at those who recognise you for your hard work these last few weeks.

"It's wonderful to see everyone. Thank you all so much for coming, though it appears our V.I.P of the night is running late. I hope you'll be happy to wait just a moment longer. Though, should he not arrive soon, we will just have to start without him."

There were no signs of negativity. They agreed to wait.

You looked at Sam.

"Perhaps drinks are in order?" You smile at him.

"Coming up."

Wanda nodded at the waiters. Each of them pulled out a notepad and began taking orders for drinks. You turned back to the door and waited.

"Where do you think he is?" Veronica asks, coming over to stand beside you.

"No idea, but he must be up to something."

Just as you said that three figures appeared up ahead. They walking across the square together. You narrow your eyes trying to work put exactly who they were. You knew for a fact none of them were Tony.

As they got a little closer, you could see them.

Pepper, Strange, and Heike.

You wanted to scream, but you were going to be a professional. He sent is entourage ahead.

As they come to the door, you greet them the same way you had everyone else. Heike was looking at you with such a piercing gaze, but you didn't let that bother you.

"Come in, Veronica, will you show them to their table?"

"With pleasure," she says, though not for a single moment did she mean it.

You watched as they followed Veronica to their table, but then turned back to the open door.

Helmut came up beside you, his hand on your back.

"Nothing?"

"Not yet. His party are here though," you say nodding at the table. He glances over and sighs when he sees Heike looking at him. She looks eager to gain his attention.

"Want me to wait with you?" He asks.

You shake your head.

"No, go back to the kitchen. We'll start taking orders now. You need to be ready for when they come in."

He kisses your temple and makes his way back to the kitchen. Heike rises from her chair and stops him at the kitchen door.

"Can we talk?"

He glares at her.

"No."

He pushes on and goes into the kitchen, not wanting to hear any more.

You turn Wanda and nod at her. She claps once and the waiters are on the floor taking orders. You pull put your own notepad and help them out.

You smile as you take the order for the nearest table. A lovely old couple who remember the days Heinrich ran this place. You chat with them before heading to the kitchen.

Orders are already pinned up and ready. Helmut is there to take your order. You smile at each other as you hand it over. He pins it up and shouts it out.

You wink at him and head back out front.

Headlights. You can see headlights at the other end of the square. Everyone in the restaurant can see them, all turning to look.

You stand by the door.

A red sportscar.

Tony Stark.

It cruises across the square. How he managed to get it there, you will never know. This square wasn't for cars.

It cruises along, only coming to a stop by the door. The headlights turn off and the drivers door opens. The man of the hour climbs out and turns to you. He closes the door and comes to stand in front of you.

"I hope you're hungry Mr. Stark."

"Starving."

You gesture into the restaurant. He walks in. Veronica shows him to the table and holds his chair out for him. The room was silent as they watched him take his seat. Veronica steps back and looks at you.

"As you were," he calls out.

You nod at Veronica who gets him a menu and takes his starter order.

You walk up to the bar and look at Sam. He already knows what you want. You had discussed it with him before hand. He pushes the drink across the bar to you.

You take it and present it to Tony yourself.

"Morado de Verano."

He takes it. He looks at it. He smells it.

You stand there and watch.

He sips it.

You are the way he seems to freeze for a moment. He tastes it. He's annoyed by how good it is. You can see he likes it, but he won't admit it.

You smile.

Sam sees you smiling. He gives Bucky a little high five behind the bar.

Just as you walk away, the waiters comes out with the starters. They flood the restaurant and present their dishes. You head into the lit hen to help.

Helmut looks up immediately as you enter.

"Well?"

"He's here. I gave him a drink. Veronica took his order."

"I have it," he taps the order.

You nod and take one of the orders waiting. Helmut tells you which table it is for and you nod.

"I love you!" He yells, before you leave his sight again.

You laugh and yell back, "I love you too!"

Things are going smoothly. People are enjoying their starters and there's conversation in the air. Every so often you glance up at Stark's table. There is not a single smile there.

You nod at Sam and makes another round of drinks for the table.

Orders for the main courses come in. You take Stark's order yourself. You ignore the way he stares at you. You especially ignore the way Heike is staring at you. You note down their orders and put on a smile, leaving as quickly as you could.

Natasha leans in before you reach the kitchen.

"I could take her out, you know."

You laugh.

"Not tonight Nat."

You go into the kitchen and give Helmut the order. He takes it from you, fingers purposely brushing against yours and making you blush. He smirks when he sees your reaction and then shouts out the order.

He looks at you.

"All good?"

"Yeah, in here?"

"Yeah. Though I am missing you terribly tonight."

"Aw, you'll see me later. You should bring out the main course yourself for Stark."

"Right. I'll be out."

You nod and leave, another exchange of 'I love you' being exclaimed to each other with laughter.

You go around and make sure everyone is doing OK, but as you do, Heike gets up and approaches you.

"What can I do for you?" You say, remaining polite.

"I want you to get Helmut for me."

"No, he's busy I'm afraid. He's cooking your meal."

"Then I want to go see him."

"No customers in the kitchen. You'll be in the way, plus, he's busy. I just said as such myself."

You hated how polite your voice sounded and how much it hurt to smile at her. God, you wanted to rip her hair out and kick her to the street.

"It's important."

"I'm sorry, but you need to sit back down now. The main courses will be out shortly."

Heike throws a mini tantrum as she stomps her foot before returning to the table.

You resist running a hand down your face as you retreat to the bar. Natasha is topping up some drinks as you approach.

"My offer still stands."

"At this rate I may accept it. She's just trying to annoy me, and it's working."

"Deep breaths."

You roll your eyes and take the tray. Natasha gives you the table number and you go on your way.

When the main courses come out, Helmut exits the kitchen with Tony's meal, and only Tony's. Behind him are a couple of waiters with the rest. They put down their first, Heike looking unimpressed they someone sent served her, and then Helmut presented Tony with his meal.

Before he could get away, Tony grabbed Zemo's wrist.

"This won't change anything," he said.

Zemo smiled.

"It changes everything. Look around you. These people live here. They came because I invited them in honour of my father. They came because this place matters. You're running a business, I'm running a family legacy. You can't win."

Tony let's go of him.

"We'll see about that."

On the table sits the cheque. The same amount of zeros on it as the day he presented it.

Zemo picks it up.

Tony begins to smile.

You stand beside Helmut.

"Try it," you urge, nodding at the dish.

Tony inhales. He looks at the food. Glancing between you and the dish he slowly takes a bite.

Once again he left blown away by what his tastebuds are experiencing.

You hold the cheque in both hands, out in front of you. The whole table looks up at you. Swiftly, you tear in two and let both halves fall to the table.

"You can't cook like Helmut can. You can't run a restaurant like Helmut can. You can't respect people like Helmut can," you say slowly.

Heike stands quickly, not even trying her meal.

"He doesn't love you, you know."

You roll your eyes again.

"No, he adores me. I adore him. Let it go, Heike. You just can't accept that he moved and run you after what you did to him. You need to leave. You're not welcome at our restaurant again," you tell her.

"Your restaurant?"

"Yes, our restaurant," Helmut says, smiling. He puts an arm around you and pulls you into his side.

You nod behind Heike once. Wanda and Natasha grab an arm each and escort Heike off the premises. The restaurant is filled with cheering as she is kicked out.

Tony sits there and looks at the pair of you.

"You'll fail. Within the year you'll fail," he tells you.

"No, I don't think we will."

Veronica comes up behind Tony and grabs the back of his jacket. She tugs it, urging him to stand. He sighs and does as she wants. Veronica escort him to the door where she let's go and gives him a hard kick. Tony stumbles forward onto the hood of his car which remained parked right outside the doors. Pepper and Strange are quickly to follow on their own.

You stand there hand in hand with Helmut as you watch them scamper away.

Once they are gone, the whole restaurant stands up and cheers.

You laugh loudly.

Helmut laughs with you and kisses your temple.

Tony Stark couldn't have that it takes true talent to run a restaurant. His food would never compare to Helmut's. His service would move compare to yours.

You look around.

"Eat up, it will go cold!"

The customers all dig in. Helmut gestures for the table Tony had been at to be cleared. He guides you into the kitchen as they do that.

"You handled that very well," he tells you.

You smile.

"I think we both did."

He places his hands on either side of your face and looks at you.

If someone had told him a few years ago he would be standing here falling in love all over again, though this time with someone who actually did mean the world to him, he would call them a liar.

Yet, here you were.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Helmut leans in and kisses you quite passionately in the middle of the kitchen. Neither one of you care for the staff that come and go as they prepares for deserts.

You pull apart and look at him, placing your hands on his.

"Let's finish up tonight."

"Yes, let's."

You kiss once more and he lets you go back out front.

It's late when you're looking the doors. The restaurant looks a bit askew from all the people moving about, but other than that there was nothing to worry about.

The waiters gathered the plates and glasses. Sam and Bucky tidied up the bar, putting everything back where it belonged. Natasha and Wanda worked together to while down tables and sweep the floors. Helmut was in the back helping the kitchen staff clean.

You were at the till counting up the profits for the evening. Deserts had been free simply because everyone had celebrated Tony Stark being kicked out of the restaurant.

You totalled it all up and bagged up the money, putting it away for safe keeping. When you came back, Helmut was waiting for you by the bar.

"Do you have a minute?" He asks, smiling softly at you.

"Of course," you say, going over to sit with him.

On the bar in front of him was a file. He opens it up for you and places a pen down on top of it.

"What's this?"

"My paperwork for the restaurant. I've had it reprinted."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to sign it."

You stare into those stunning brown eyes of his as he stares back. There's a soft smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

He chuckles softly and his hand glides along the bottom of the page he had presented to you. You lean in a little to read it.

You gasp softly.

Owner & Manager - Helmut Zemo

Co-owener & Manager - ................

The space was blank. He wanted you to sign it. You look back up at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"This is quite a commitment."

"I know."

"I'd have shares in your restaurant."

"Our restaurant."

He didn't stop smiling.

You turn back to the page and slowly find yourself lifting the pen. You click it and look down at the space where your name should be.

You smile.

You can feel tears threatening to fall.

Helmut puts an arm around you and pulls you into his side. He kissed your cheek, lips lingering there.

"I want this," he whispers.

"Me too."

Then suddenly your hand is scribbling. Your name sits on the line. You drop the pen and smile.

Helmut litters kisses all over your face.

You both laugh.

"This is actually happening."

"Yes, it is."

You look at him and smile. He smiles back at you. You kiss him. This kiss felt so different from all the ones before. This one was sealing a deal. Sealing a future together.

He is yours and you are his, and together you had this restaurant to run. A restaurant which had a bright future ahead of it all because you entered his life.

“Lets go home,” he whispers.

You chuckle softly.

“Yes, chef.”

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karlajoyner · 4 years ago

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Tease (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this was requested. I hope you guys enjoy it! And send in your own request!

Requested by: @universefangirl (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I sighed typing away frustratedly at my computer attempting to get my work done for the night. Taking another sip of my wine I looked over to the couch to see my boyfriend scrolling through his phone.

"You know? It must be nice being a paid actor during a pandemic" I spoke catching his attention. A grin began to form on his face as he stood up making his way over to me in the kitchen.

"It has its perks. Can't say the same about you baby" He teased rubbing my shoulders. I rolled my eyes continuing to type away.

"You know you could take a break" He whispered getting near my ear.

"I can't. If I don't get this is by tonight I'm so fired"

"Fine. I'm just gonna go live for a bit. And relax afterwards. I'm pretty busy tomorrow"

"Yes Charles getting to sleep in and doing a live interview late afternoon sounds so exhausting. Meanwhile I have a term paper for English due and on top of that I have to do two more sets of these for work" I spoke holding up my papers.

"For your information I'm going on a hike tomorrow morning. Then I'm going live" He said another deep breath leaving my mouth.

"Aww baby. It's okay"

"Is it though?" I asked frustrated at his lack of sympathy. I love him and all but he seems to forget that his totally normal girlfriend works a 9 to 5 and still goes to college. And as much as I appreciate the times he said he could put in a good word for me with Kenny. I refused to be exposed in the spotlight more than I already was for being his girlfriend.

"I'm sure you can do it. You always do"

"Your right. I'm amazing. I don't know what you'd do without me" I joked trying to lighten up my own mood more than his.

"I don't either. I'd miss you too much" He said placing kisses just below my ear.

"Hmm really? Care to find out Gillespie?" I asked biting my lip. This was my opportunity to get him back where it hurt.

"What do you mean?" I smirked continuing to do my work. Without another word leaving my mouth.

“Baby. What do you mean?" He asked again standing up.

I stayed quiet as he repeated the question a few more times finishing up what I was doing. I had to get through all my stuff for school and work tonight if I wanted tomorrow to go as planned.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Glancing over at the clock I smiled. On schedule. I moved over to the empty spot beside me with a grin. Charlie was really in for it today.

I quickly got up making the bed when my phone suddenly dinged. I smiled seeing it was a good miring text from Charlie himself.

“Good morning my love. Just finished my hike. On my way home with coffee.

“I'll see you in a bit baby" I read aloud. I smiled at the cute detail before continuing on with my plan.

Changing into yoga pants and a sports bra I made my way to the living room setting up for a morning workout. Something I rarely got to do since my second term started and I became ambushed with work. It'd been nearly half an hour before I heard the front door open. The smell of coffee carrying itself through the small apartment.

"Baby your awake" He stated taking in my appearance. No doubt the sweat droplets on my body making me look shiny as hell.

"Yeah. I finished all my work last night so I figured I'd have a day to myself. I did a morning work out and I'm gonna do more things I haven't done in a while" I smiled innocently.

"Mmm am I one of those things by any chance?" He smirked pulling me close. Placing a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

"You wish. Actually I invited y/b/n over. We were thinking of painting to clear our minds"

"Oh but you can't paint looking like this. So sweaty. So wet" He whispered rubbing circles on my hips.

"Yeah I'll probably hop in the shower in a bit" I grinned before pulling away to go finish my workout.

“You know I need to shower too. What if we hop in together? To save water"

"Um I don't know. Can you keep your hands to yourself Gillespie?" I asked bending down in front of him to stretch.

"I can't answer that" He growled coming to stand behind me. As soon I felt his hands on my waist I stood up turning around to face him.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk" I whispered pulling back.

“What baby? Why won't you let me touch you?" He whined.

"Because it's my only free day and I'm going to enjoy it babe" I said placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips before walking away.

"Where are you going?" He called.

"To shower"

"Can I join?"

"If you can keep your hands away" I heard him groan as I shut the bathroom door behind me. Giggling to myself I entered the shower washing myself down.

Purposely forgetting to bring in an outfit. Knowing Charlie didn't enter for a reason I called out for him after I was clean.

"Charlie!" I shouted waiting for him to come in.

"Yes baby?"

"Can you bring me some clothes please?”I asked peeking my head out the curtain.

"Can I touch you?" He asked.

"Uh how about no"

"Then no" He said hoping that would get a reaction out of me. It didn't.

"Fine. If you insist" I spoke shutting the water off. Within a matter of seconds I exited the shower. Feeling his eyes piercing through me.

"Close your mouth. Your gonna catch flies" I said wrapping my towel around my body.

"Mm baby you don't know what your doing to me" He moaned out.

"I don't? Or do I?" I asked opening the door further so I could slip past him. Heading to the bedroom I smiled to myself knowing it was working.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Rushing over I peeked through the hole to see y/b/n standing there. Thankful both of our COVID tests came out negative I smiled welcoming her inside.

"Hey y/n/n"

"Y/b/n!" I shouted happy to see her after so long.

"So how's he doing?" She asked knowing all about my plan.

"Not good. I love him I really do but paybacks a bitch. I can't wait til his interview" I smirked walking her to my room.

I was quick to change into a cute matching set with only one of his band shirts layering on top.

"Wow. He's gonna be drooling"

"That's the plan. Thanks for doing this again"

"Its no problem. What are best friends for? Just promise me you'll give me every detail tomorrow. You know after he breaks"

"I promise" I said as we both giggled exiting the room. We made our way towards the living room pulling out the supplies she had brought over for our eventful day.

Y/b/n and I enjoyed each other's company for a while. Catching up on our new quarantine rituals. It wasn't long before Charlie came out of the restroom completely shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I bit my lip coming back to reality when y/b/n bumped my shoulder.

"Y/b/n. You're here" Charlie said running his fingers through his hair. He knew what he was doing.

"Yeah. I came to spend time with my best friend. Did you see her today by the way?" Y/b/n said taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. I chuckled at her antics realizing she'd done it on purpose to give him a full view of what I was wearing. If something drove Charlie Gillespie crazy. It was me wearing his band tees.

"I didn't. Thank you for that" Charlie spoke sending daggers through me.

"I hope you don't mind. I barrowed your shirt to paint. I can change if you wa-"

"No! No no baby keep it on. It looks amazing on you" He said a small smile playing at his lips.

"Thanks baby. When's your interview?"

"In like 20 minutes. I'm gonna go get ready"

"Sounds good. We'll be on the balcony painting. That good?"

"Of course baby" I smiled walking out on the hard cemented area placing down our stuff.

We specifically chatted those 20 minutes waiting for Charlie to come out of the bedroom.

"I'm going live" Charlie called through the screen door.

"Okay good luck" I called back. I saw him send me a wink before setting up his phone where the sun was hitting him perfectly.

"This is perfect" I whispered to y/b/n as we pulled out our paints.

"I know. I can't believe he set himself up right there" She whispered back. I giggled pulling out the pastel pink from the bag.

"Charlie!" I heard the interviewer shout. My boyfriend clearly estatic.

"Hey man what's up?"

"What's up with me? What's up with you? Your our first cast member of the day. So for starters we wanna know what's up with you?"

"Nothing much man. I mean I've been writing a lot recently"

"Oh yeah can we be expecting any music coming out soon away from the Julie and the Phantoms band?"

"Uh no. That's kind of where I'm at right now which is amazing you know? Working with such great cast and bandmates it's great"

"Sounds like it. So where do you get inspiration from during this whole new situation we're in? It must get boring"

"Uh it does at times when I'm alone. Which is rare since I've been quarantining with my girlfriend. She's amazing company and overall my biggest inspiration"

"Girlfriend? Are you guys at her place or yours?"

"Hers man. I didn't wanna disturb her peace but she insisted and it's just been amazing. I love her" He said my heart fluttering at his words. I looked over at y/b/n to see her smirking at me.

"What about your cast? Do they know her?"

"Oh yeah. Like my family, they absolutely love her which is great. You know their approval means a lot to me so it's nice that everyone gets along with her just fine"

"That's good to hear so moving back to your music" The interviewer continued changing subjects. With his wholesome answers I almost felt bad denying him my touch today. And almost felt bad what I'd be doing next.

Almost.

After about 15 minutes I began to laugh at nothing signalling it was go time. I glanced back see Charlie staring up at us. Clearly trying to focus on the interviewer speaking. Clearly.

"Stop!" I whisper shouted at my best friend who splattered pain on me. I repeated her actions earning a giggle from the girl.

Suddenly I felt a cold sensation hit me. She had thrown our water cup at me in return I splattered more paint towards her. Trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"No yeah thanks man. I had fun" I heard Charlie say. Signifying the interview was nearly over.

"No thank you. Charlie Gillespie everyone. Up next Owen Patrick Joyner!" The man shouted before the living room went silent.

"Done?" I asked turning back to look indoors. The door screen being the only thing between us and the indoors.

"Yeah. What happened?"

"I don't know y/b/n what did happened?" I asked the girl in a teasing voice. Moving back slowly letting the sun hit my body. The white shirt on my body becoming see through.

"Cover up baby"

"Y/b/n doesn't mind right babe?" I asked her.

"Nope. We've been best friends forever Charles. I know her inside out. I also know you should probably get changed out of that"

"Or I could just do this" I replied removing the shirt from my body altogether. I watched as Charlie's jaw dropped in surprised.

"Cute set. Victoria secret?"

"Pink" I answered walking into the living room.

"Huh. I would've never guessed. Oh shoot it's already 5:00 o'clock? I should get going. I have to get to Dylan's house. Do you need help cleaning up?"

"No!" Charlie shouted before I could answer.

"No. We've got it y/b/n. No worries"

"Thanks guys" She smiled pulling me into a hug then Charlie. I watched as he walked her towards the door.

Not knowing which one was rushing more him or her.

"Thanks for coming!" I called out grabbing some paper towels to wipe off the water still on my body.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Charlie asked once the door shut.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You've been such a bad girl"

“Me?" I asked looking behind me jokingly knowing I was the only one here.

"Teasing me all damn day. Having y/b/n come over to be a cock block. And then pulling that little stunk during my interview"

"I don't know what your going on about Charles. I didn't know y/b/n name was gonna- Ahhh" I squealed feeling his strong arms wrap around me from behind lifting me up.

"Charlie!" I shouted as he carried me towards the bedroom.

"Yes?" He questioned when he put me down on the bed gently.

"Seriously?" I asked ask he removed his shirt.

"Seriously" He confirmed moving in to kiss me. It was gentle at first but that gentleness soon became hunger. From both ends we fought for dominance. Tired of fighting I gave in as he pushed me further up the bed.

"Charlie please" I pleaded beginning to palm him through his jeans. Feeling him get harder by the second.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Not yet" He whispered making me whine. He chuckled before speaking once more in a hushed tone.

"Now are you gonna tell daddy exactly why you teased him all day?" I groaned knowing there was no way of getting out of this one.

"Nope" I said hoping to move on.

"Mm I don't like the sound of that" He said removing his jeans. I moaned seeing his full body. He was too hot for his own good.

"Now are you gonna tell me or should I return the punishment" I internally groaned not in the mood to be teased.

"I-I just feel like you forget sometimes that I have so much on my plate. And maybe sometimes you could be insensitive about it" I muttered the last part hoping he wouldn't hear. But judging by his features softening he had heard every word.

"I make you feel that way?" he asked caressing my cheek.

"Not all the time but yeah sometimes"

"Baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" He mumbled placing soft kisses on my lips.

"I guess I just forget sometimes that you have so much to do. I just wanna spend all my time with you since that's all I have. I also guess offering to pay for things like your college doesn't help either when your girlfriends independent"

"And capable of doing everything on her own. Including paying for her school and home necessities. I mean it's a nice gesture baby but I'd just appreciate it if maybe you could take a step back and realize I'm only human. And not everyone wants to become an actor. I'm studying really hard to get to where I wanna be. And even if I'm working a boring desk job right now I won't be in the future"

"I know baby and I'm so proud of you for that you know that right?"

"Of course Charlie. And I know your my number one supporter just like I'm your number one fan" I said as he placed small kisses on my nose.

"Good....So you did all this today to get back at me?"

"Well yeah I wanted to have fun. But it's no fun when I too need to resist the urge to jump on you when you come out of the shower shirtless"

"Yeah about that I didn't know y/b/n was here or I wouldn't have walked out like that"

"I know baby. But now that we're alone so can we please just-" My words were cut off by his lips once more.

Giggling at his eagerness I began to palm him through his boxers once more.

"You don't know the things you do to me baby" He whispered pulling my bra down letting my breast fall free. I moaned as he began to suck on the left one and toying with the right one.

"God I missed these"

"Charlie please hurry up" I spoke. He didn't hesitate to remove my panties and his boxers immediately lining himself up at my entrance.

"You've been taking your birth control right?"

"Of course you idiot"

"Ooo aggressive much"

"Charlie if you don-" My words were cut off by a moan as he entered me. Not hesitating to start moving at a steady pace.

"Charlie" I moaned wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Faster"

"I'm so close baby"

"Me too" I panted as he sped up. His thrust becoming sloppier by the second.

"I'm gonna-" He groaned being the first to release. My climax coming not long after. I sighed as we rode our our highs together.

"I love you baby" Charlie said standing up and cleaning me off with a t-shirt of his.

"I love you too" I said as he finally came to lay next to me. Pulling the covers over us.

"You do know I really am proud of you right?"

"I don't know I think you need to prove it to me" I halfheartedly joked.

"If you insists" He whispered pulling me in for a sweet tender kiss.

Time slowing down as we spent the night tangled in each other's arms. Enjoying each other's company. Each other's love.

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perspectivestarters · 3 years ago

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; Fearless (Taylor's Version) (Part III)

FOREVER & ALWAYS

"I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye."

"We caught onto something."

"I hold onto the night you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me."

"Were you just kidding?"

"It seems to me this thing is breaking down."

"I don't feel welcome anymore."

"Baby, what happened?"

"One second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door."

"He still hasn't called."

"Then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all."

"Forever and always."

"Everything is wrong."

"It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone."

"I was there when you said, 'forever and always'"

"Was I out of line?"

"Did I say something way too honest?"

"Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure."

"Here's to everything coming down to nothing."

"Where is this going?"

"Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore."

"You didn't mean it baby."

"Did you forget everything?"

THE BEST DAY

"Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides."

"Look now, the sky is gold."

"I know you're not scared of anything at all."

"I had the best day with you today."

"I don't know how my friends could be so mean."

"Drive until we find a town far enough away."

"I've forgotten all their names."

"I don't know who I'm going to talk to now at school."

"I don't know how long it's going to take to feel okay."

"I have an excellent father."

"His strength is making me stronger."

"He's better than I am."

"I grew up in a pretty house."

"There is a video I found from back when I was three."

"It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarves."

"I know you were on my side even when I was wrong."

"I love you for giving me your eyes."

"I didn't know if you knew, so I'm taking this chance to say."

CHANGE

"It's a sad picture."

"Somebody else gets what you wanted again."

"You know it’s all the same, another time and place."

"Repeating history and you're getting sick of it."

"I believe in whatever you do."

"I'll do anything to see it through."

"These things will change."

"Can you feel it now?"

"These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down."

"The time will come for us to finally win."

"We've been outnumbered, raidеd, and now cornered."

"It's hard to fight when thе fight ain't fair."

"We're getting stronger now, find things they never found."

"They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared."

"You can walk away."

"Something in your eyes says we can beat this."

"Tonight, we'll stand, get off our knees."

"Fight for what we've worked for all these years."

"It's the fight of our lives."

"It was the night things changed."

"Can you see it now?"

"Throw your hands up 'cause we never gave in."

JUMP THAN FALL

"I like the way you sound in the morning."

"Your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard."

"I can't keep my focus."

"We should be together."

"Every time you smile, I smile."

"Every time you shine, I'll shine for you."

"I'm feeling you, baby."

"Don't be afraid to jump then fall."

"Jump then fall into me."

"Baby, I'm never gonna leave you."

"Say that you wanna be with me too."

"I'ma stay through it all."

"I like the way your hair falls in your face."

"You got the keys to me."

"I love each freckle on your face."

"I've never been so wrapped up, honey."

"I like the way you're everything I ever wanted."

"I had time to think it over."

"All I can say is come closer."

"Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me."

"The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry."

"I'll hold you through the night until you smile."

"I need you, baby."

"Don't be afraid."

UNTOUCHABLE

"Untouchable like a distant diamond sky."

"I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why."

"I'm caught up in you."

"When you're close, I feel like coming undone."

"In the middle of the night when I'm in this dream, it's like a million little stars spelling out your name."

"You got to come on, say that we'll be together."

"Little taste of heaven."

"It's half full and I won't wait here all day."

"I know you're saying that you'd be here anyway."

"You're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun."

"I want to feel you by my side, standing next to me."

"They're spelling out your name."

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lokis-army-77 · 4 years ago

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If You Please

Chapter five

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3436

I'm bad at writing descriptions, so this is basically a reader insert into The First Avenger and then we'll see how it goes from there.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mention of blood

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I hadn't seen Steve since the talk with Dr. Erskine yesterday afternoon. I knew that after the conversation we all had, he would know what he was meant to do. He would go into this with no questions whatsoever, just the knowledge that he would be able to help out with the war. I on the other hand was worried to death. That night I got less sleep than I ever had. I tossed and turned, but could never get comfortable. There's just something about knowing you and your brother are going to be test subjects for an experiment that hasn't had the best track record, that puts you on edge.

I did everything to try and go to sleep, but none of it helped in the slightest. When I laid there, in the dark, facing the ceiling, I thought of what life would have been like if this God-forsaken war hadn't started. Thoughts of a wedding crossed my mind. Steve walked me down the aisle towards the love of my life. If we hadn't been drugged into this war I could have been married by now, I could have started a family, I could be enjoying the rest of my life with Bucky by my side. But life never goes as planned and now Buck is thousands of miles away and I’m being experimented on.

Not just thoughts of a domestic life flew around in my head, I also thought of how this serum would affect Steve and me I. Helping to work on this experiment was one thing, being a part of it was another. All I had done for the last few years was help gather information for the doctors and scientists. I scouted recruits, I spied on copious amounts of HYDRA workers, I was a behind the scene worker, never in the spotlight of the actual experimental side. Now all that had changed and I would be participating in something I wasn’t really sure I wanted. There was no knowing what this would do to me, what the long-term and short-term effects might be, but I was willing to go through this as long as my brother was beside me. I couldn't just let him do it alone, even if this probably wasn't what I wanted for myself. From before I could remember Steve was always there with me, walking right alongside me through my battles, and I’d be damned if I didn't walk into this battle with him.

In the early morning hours, when the first birds started to chirp and the sun had barely shown itself to the world, I fell asleep, only to be awakened two hours later. The day had just begun and I already wanted to go back to sleep, I could feel the anxiety creeping back in. Without a good night's rest, I was useless. The procedure was scheduled for nine this morning and I had to be at the lab in an hour. I quickly got ready and headed out the door. When I walked down onto the street I noticed a car a few yards away from me. Peggy stepped out of the back and waved me over.

“Good morning, Agent Carter,” I called as I walked over to where she stood. I looked into the back seat and noticed Steve was sitting on the other side of the car. He looked at me and gave me a small wave. “You didn’t have to come pick me up, the lab is only two blocks away, I could have walked there.”

“Don't worry about it Rogers, It was your brother's idea to come get you. He said something about anxiety and operations. Said it would be best to come get you so he could help ease the nerves.” She said before she ushered me into the back seat and closed the door. She then walked around the car and got into the passenger seat.

“Morning shortly, don’t you look chipper this morning,” Steve stated as I slumped in the seat.

I slowly looked over at him and groaned out “I can’t believe you told her I get anxious about operations and needed your help to calm down.”

“Oh you know you need me, I can tell you only got a few hours of sleep. I bet you were up all night tossing and turning,” he stated matter of factly. He grabbed my right arm and pulled me over to him so he could give me a hug. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched as the car made its way down the block. “You’ve always needed someone to help you get over the anxiousness before any type of medical type thing. Now just sit here and calm down, I can hear how fast your heart is going.”

He wasn’t lying, any medical thing I have ever gone to has made me stressed out. Even just going into the doctor's office to get a prescription filled me with enough anxiety to explode. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute the closer we got to the building the lab was in. Having Steve with me was easing it to a bearable amount but I still felt nauseous. When the car stopped outside of an old antique store we all got out and walked into the shop. I barely noticed Peggy reciting the code phrase to the woman at the front, then we were on our way to the back and going through a set of hidden doors. I grabbed Steve's hand and held onto it so tightly that I’m sure he could feel my pulse throbbing in my fingers. We made our way past several MPs to the observing deck of the lab and looked down at the several scientists in the room. They all spotted us quickly and came to a stop. I looked over at Steve and he looked at me, a quick glint of concern flashed over his face. I then looked to Peggy and she gave a stiff nod and started to descend the set of stairs to her right and Steve and I followed.

We three made our way to the platform in the middle of the room where Dr. Erskine met us. “Good morning,” he said cheerfully while he shook Steve’s hand and then mine. “Are you both ready?” I nodded my head nervously while eyeing the two large equipment pieces that were side by side. I winced as a sudden flash went off. A man, standing off to the side, had taken a picture of the encounter. Dr. Ersikne has shooed him off as soon as he had, telling him not to do that now. “Well, if you are both ready I will need you two to take your shoes, tie, and shirts off. Mr. Rogers, please take your cap off as well. Agent Rogers, I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable, we need to be able to access your biceps and the top of your chest.”

I slowly started to take my shoes off, then moved onto my tie and then my blazer and blouse. All I could think of at the moment was that this was all happening way too fast. The nervousness and anxiety I felt heavily outweigh the embarrassment I should have felt, being in a large room surrounded by men in only my bra and a pair of trousers. I was then told to then lay down on one of the machines in the center of the room.

“Agent Rogers, These are just some questions I have to ask before we get started,” said a nurse who had appeared next to me with a clipboard. “Is your date of birth August 3, 1921?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Have you had anything to eat or drink in the last 12 hours?”

“No, I have not”

“Okay then, we're good to go. I’ll just give you a shot of penicillin and then Dr. Erskine will come and start the procedure. As I laid there all I could hear was my heart beating in my ears. I watched as another nurse came to me and brought down two metal arms with rectangular pads attached to the end. They went right to the top of my chest and felt cold against my exposed skin. More nurses walked around me and starters putting vials of blue liquid into slots in the machine.

Dr. Erskine then appeared between Steve and me. Nodding at both of us he started the count down to the serum infusion. I saw another two rectangular pads come down towards my upper arms. I winced as I felt the needles on the pads insert into my arm. When the count down reached one I felt the serum being pushed into me through the rectangular pads. I gasped loudly, it was an unexplainable pain, Ilke fire was surging throughout my entire body. Then the machine started to rise and three panels with lots of lights came up and closed around me. I was taking deep breaths in order to not hyperventilate. Then came a tap on the glass that was right in front of my head. “Agent Rogers, are you ready?” Dr. Erskine called.

“As ready as I can be” I called back. He walked away from the glass and then the machine started to make a low rumbling sound. I closed my eyes and balled my hands uptight. The lights on the panels started to glow brighter and brighter through my eyelids. Soon the lights began to emit heat. I could feel it growing hotter and hotter until finally, I couldn't keep the feeling of the pain inside anymore. I felt my throat scratch as I let out a scream. The heat kept intensifying but I held on.

I could hear yelling from outside the machine. “Turn it off! Turn it off! Shut it down now!” someone was yelling.

I had come so far I couldn’t stop now. “No,” I yelled, “I can do it. Keep it on!” The light then became so bright it was like my eyes weren't even close like I was staring at the sun. The rumbling in my ears became overwhelming and I let out another scream. Suddenly everything went dark and the heat was gone. My breathing became labored and I let my body relax back onto the cushion behind me. The panels retracted and a gust of cold air surrounded me.

I could hear a ringing in my ears as I weakly stepped out of the machine. A few nurses and scientists caught me before my legs gave out. “Did we do it?” I stuttered out.

“I think we did. How are you feeling?” asked Dr. Erskine while handing me a shirt.

“Sweaty. Where’s Steve?” I looked around for him but the room started to fill with more people. Out of nowhere a loud bang when off and glass shot everywhere. I fell to the ground and heard gunshots ring out. Looking up I saw Dr. Erskine fall to the ground. I scrambled over to him and noticed another person bend down across from me on his opposite side. It was Steve, albeit he was a taller and more muscular Steve. I quickly refocused on the Doctor in my arms. He was struggling to breathe and as he took his last breath he pointed to Steve's heart and then went limp. I looked back up to Steve and watched as his face contorted in anger. He shot up from his squatted-down position and took off up the stairs and into the hallway. I followed suit yelling his name.

I reached the front door to the antique shop right as Steve tackled Peggy to the ground to save her from a cab almost running over her. “I had him,” she yelled at him.

“Sorry,” He called back. He started to run in the direction the cab had gone and I took off right behind him. Running down the street, I had noticed that I was running faster than I could before, I was catching up to Steve and the cab.

I saw the cab start to turn and I yelled out to Steve. “Steve, he's headed for the docks!” I kept running and took a sharp turn down the next alleyway. I hoped I would catch them before they go too far. After running straight to the docks I spotted the cab, with Steve hanging off the side of the door, hit a truck, and started rolling down the street sideways. I ran to where Steve had fallen when he let go of the door. I helped him to his feet while eyeing the man who emerged from the wrecked cab. He pulled a gun and shot at both of us before running onto pier 13. Steve grabbed the broken off door from the cab and averted to follow the gunman when he shot at us again. The man grabbed a nearby child and put the gun to his head.

“Get back” he yelled, “get back or I’ll shoot him.” He dragged the kid over to a small ally. I could hear the kid yelling to the man to let him go. Steve started to go after him, but before he could, I stopped him.

“Steve we have to think carefully about this. We can't go in blind, he might hurt the boy.”

“You're right. You go around the back and I’ll take him from the front. I’ll draw the fire and you get the kid.” I gave a quick nod and scurried off to the back entrance of the building. I snuck around the corners to keep from being seen and soon found myself behind the man and child. Steve rounded the corner and the man put the gun back to the boy's head. “Stop, don’t do it,” Steve called. The man then pointed the gun at Steve and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened, He was all out of bullets. In what was a last-ditch effort he tossed the boy over the side of the dock and into the water. I quickly dove in after him.

Coming up out of the water I spotted the boy treading water close to the wall. “Are you okay?” I asked him.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, spitting out water. Steve then ran over to look over into the water at us, the boy waved him on. “Go get him, I can swim,” he called up at him. I gave Steve a look and he sprinted off after the gunman.

“Come on kid, let's get you out of here.” I swam over towards him and led us to one of the recessed wall ladders. I helped him climb up the steep wall and when we both made it onto the solid ground I helped him ring out his clothes. “Go on and find your mother, I have to go help stop that man.” He quickly ran off and I turned to sprint down the pier to find Steve.

I couldn’t find either Steve or the gunman when I made it to the end of the dock. I knew they had gone into the water, there was no other way off. I watched the water waiting to see signs of either of them. Then unexpectedly the gunman was thrown out of the water and at my feet. I bent down quickly and grand at the lapels of his jacket, knocking the vile of serum from his pocket. Steve climbed out of the water and came to my side. “Who the hell are you?” he yelled at the man.

The gunman responded with “The first of many. Cut off one head and two more will take its place. Hail Hydra.” After he promptly bit down on a cyanide pill and died. I looked to Steve with a shocked expression.

“Shit. This isn’t good,” I mumbled.

After the whole chase, Steve and I were brought back to the lab. Blood work had to be done. Since all the serum, with the exception of the vile the gunman had stolen, had been used on the two of us, the only way to recreate the serum and possibly keep project rebirth going was in our blood. Peggy explained all of this to Steve as they finished drawing several vile of his blood.

“He deserved more than this,” commented Steve. Peggy looked to him with soft eyes.

“He’d be proud that you're the one it worked on, he’d be proud of both of you,” She affirmed.

“Thanks, Peg,” I said as I lifted myself up off the cot and headed to the door. She and Steve followed. We made our way to the bottom floor where Howard Stark was working on the small submarine the gunman used to try and escape. Colonel Phillips stood a few feet away from him with Senator Brandt. I overheard them talking of Hydra, but before I could explain to the senator who they were, Peggy beat me to it.

Colonel Phillips turned to us, “I have word that the SSR is being retasked. Pack your bags Agent Carter, Agent Rogers, You too Stark. We will be flying out to London tonight.”

“Sir?” Steve called out. “If you’re going after hydra, I want in.”

“You’re an experiment Rogers, you’re being sent to Alamogordo.” The Coronel asserted.

“But Coronel the serum worked, I can help.”

“Son, I asked for an army and all I got was you and your sister. You both aren't enough, at least Agent Rogers was on this team before the experiment happened.” the Colonel started to walk away again, but stopped when I called out to him.

“With all due respect Sir. I refuse to go anywhere without Steve. Either I go with him or he comes with me. I won't take no for an answer Sir.” The look he gave me could have killed but I couldn't care less.

“Agent Rogers, You better be on that plane by the time it takes off or you can kiss this job goodbye. Rogers can’t come with you either, I won't allow it.” He commanded and stormed out of the room.

The Senator spoke up then. “I think the Coronel here is missing the point. I've seen you in action, Steve. The country has seen it too. See here,” He hands Steve a newspaper, “The enlistment lines have been around the block since you came out in the paper. The people need a symbol, and you don't put a symbol in a lab.” He took Steve by the arm and led him off a few feet, but I could still hear him. “Would you like to serve your country on the most important battlefield of all?”

“Sir, that's all I have ever wanted to do,” Steve says.

“Well then son, you’ve just been promoted.” Said the Senator as he shook Steve's hand. I could already tell this wasn’t going to go the way Steve thought it would.

“Steve, Come here a second,” I called and walked over to a secluded corner of the room. I waited for him to come to me. “Steve, he's not going to give you the fight you want to be a part of. I wouldn’t take his offer,” I warned.

“It’s okay, I want to be a part of this fight in any way I can. You shouldn’t stay behind because of me. You have important work you need to do, go with the Coronel and Agent Carter.” Steve said, almost sounding like he was begging me to go with them.

“I said I wasn’t going without you. I don’t want you to do this alone, we’ve always had each other, why stop now?”

“Kid, I know you want to be here with me, to give me your support, but you have an important job. People are relying on you, you can't just do that job because of me. I’ll be fine, look at me, I’m not some sickly kid from Brooklyn anymore.”

“You know, I hate when you’re right.” I crossed my arms and huffed. “Fine, I’ll go with them, just know I will not enjoy a moment of this.”

“Thank you.” he pulled me into a strong hug.

“One more thing. How come you got taller and really buff? I just got more defined muscles, that's not fair.” I complained and he just laughed and shook his head.

“Go pack your bags kid, I'll see you soon.” He gave me a small push towards the door and just like that I was off to the war front.

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'Focus on one' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Focus on one"

Chapter Summary : Bell has recovered from her wounds and is ready with Park to their next mission.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3500

Warning : little NSFW content !

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I was finally happy to see Park back to the safehouse after we saved her from Perseus but my mind were going crazy will all the revelations that I've been facing just in one night : How I wasn't able to see that I was with Freya in a romantic relationship right under Perseus's nose ? I could have say that it was obvious and that I should have seen this coming but no, I was never thinking of that one simple second since I had my first memory back where she's present. It was obvious....and I didn't think of it.

My relation with Park.....is the only thing right now I can count on, I really love her to the bones. I have put my life in order to save hers and now, I'm still convinced that my love for her is so real. Freya....I don't know if I can save her but if I can, I had to explain her everything that happened to me three years ago and frankly, my old relationship with her....I don't think that it can't be enabled again. I still feel that link between me & her but I realize that love isn't a part of it anymore.

After I was able to see Park again after that night, the others finally agreed to put me with her as we can finally rest together and hopefully, no one has discovered about our relationship because and somehow, it was Adler himself who covered for us and we asked to him in private why he did this, he explained that he was suddenly feeling bad for what he did and to excuse himself about the numerous degrading words that he used to describe us and our relationship. I accept those ones but he know well that he can't be excused on the other big things that happened to me.

In terms of resting, we have spent 6 days in bed as I was also moving sometimes to get something as Park was still having her leg hurt and wrapped around a bandage. For me, it was my voice that was needing to rest so for myself, I had to not raise my voice too loud and talking too much as explained by the others because I could break it in no time if I did that and I didn't wanted to do it....meaning that I didn't talked to Park too much but at least, I was near her in case one of us had a problem.

During that 6 days, I didn't have big memories but it was better touching ones : a lot of them was about having dinner with Zasha & Dedov at their appartment while accompanied along the way with Beans that was mixing between stroking itself with me or the others. Others were minimal and very short like little flashbacks....and some were part of the fake ones I had in head thanks to Adler.

Tomorrow.... the 18th of April, we were finally able to go back to work but that's means that we had to spent a last night on those beds : my voice was finally back to normal and not sounding like an robot as Park's leg was healed at 100% and a final rest wasn't going to harm us.

I was walking in the snow in the middle of the night.....in the middle of a snow blizzard and by the looks of it, I was in the Urals Mountains, dressed in a black military suit with an little backpack behind. In my hands, I was using an PPsH-41, just keeping it around in case we're jumped by something but the only thing that could jump on me was Freya that was in front of me.

She was leading the way with an flashlight in her left hand, clearing our way to the path we were taking while in her other hand, she was keeping which I suppose to be an XM4. We were advancing slowly due to the strong blizzard until Freya stopped by herself.

"There !" She said loudly, aiming her flashlight in front of her, showing to me a cabin not so far from us. "Our place to hide !" She added before she started to continue walking more faster, meaning she was freezing and me too as we had nothing to cover our heads.

"Let's go inside before we froze to death." I admitted but she didn't hear me because of the wind that was very loud. I quickly followed her as we were finally arrived in front of the cabin that was big enough for the two of us. Freya opened the door, letting me enter before she closed the door behind me. "Ooof." I breathed, fully inside and putting my hands on my knees.

"That was quite an storm we faced !" Freya exclaimed, putting her gun on a nearby table.

"It wasn't that bad against the one we had last week." I scoffed, making her laugh as I redressed myself.

"Oh, yeah, last time, we lost our way to get here because you were the one to lead the way." She added, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes at hearing that..

"Maybe because my flashlight almost ran out of batteries." I shook my head, grinning at the same time as I was putting my own gun on the same table Freya put hers.

"Instead that we argue on last week, we should get ourselves well here." She exclaimed as she was removing her bulletproof vest and her holstler "Get the fireplace ready !" She ordered as she was finished with what she was doing "I'm gonna make some coffee."

Complying to her orders, I moved to get to the fireplace, removing my own equipment on the way and putting it on the couch. I took in hands some wood, that was inside a basket, inside the fireplace. Once it was ready withour forgetting fire starter between the wood, I take a lighter and I start the fire, giving to the room more heat.

Instead of going sit on the couch, I decided to stay next to the fireplace, sitting on a carpet to have more heat on me as I was still suffering from the cold from outside. I was slowly watching the fire, legs crossed in front of me before I take in hands the necklace, having now my look on it. It was the Perseus insignia and I wasn't looking happy to see it.

"Something's wrong ?" I didn't move my head as it was Freya arriving near me with our cups of coffee in hands.

"Yes, this...is wrong !" I replied, making the necklace visible for her as she was getting sit closely to me.

"Your necklace ?" She said, fully seated, giving in my free hand, my coffee.

"It's that insignia, I hate it so much." I then put my coffee away before with my both hands, I started to separate the insignia from the necklaca and after a few seconds, I was done. "I'm not fighting for his ideas, I'm fighting for me and my friends." I then threw the insignia into the fire without any regrets as Freya watched, not doing anything to stop me.

"How you're gonna explain that to him ?" She asked, sniffing before she took a sip from her coffee.

"I have nothing to explain, that's my choice, end of the story." I affirmed, looking at the insignia inside the fireplace before I looked at Freya. "I think I want to defect to the West, Freya."

"What ?" She said, shocked as she put her coffee down before she moved to face. "Are you actually meaning what you just said ?" She wasn't angry....just confused. I nodded.

"Back to the Lubyanka, I have discovered an CIA secret project in files I was sent by someone inside of their organizations & Perseus want to use it for his own benefits." I looked at her right in the eyes "They called it Greenlight."

"Greenlight ?" She repeated

"The americans....they have put nuclear bombs under multiples European cities, Perseus want to blow them up." I responded, giving her what I saw.....Greenlight...."As I saw in those files I decrypted with Zasha, they put them because they would like to counter an red invasion in case the US can't intervene quickly." I then start to breath more loudly "We wanted to burn those files with Zed but Perseus avoided us to do that, he saw it and took those files away."

"Calm down, Yiri !" She put her hands on my face as I was starting to panick in front of her.

"He's going to murder millions of innocents and it will be our fault because we decrypted those files." I proclaimed, on the verge of crying as Freya was trying to calm me down "Zasha is fuckin' traumatized by that and they can't have a fucking sleep without thinking of it."

"Really ?" Freya whispered

"They called me last night before our departure for the Yamantau, they said that they were crying in their bed each night and Dedov was shocked to see them like that." I replied, saying everything I had in mind. "Because of me, I put the entirety of Western Europe in danger." I threw myself in her arms, finally crying.

"We can still stop him, you know ?" She tried to suggest but I know inside of myself that it's impossible to do.

"We can't..." I muttered in a low voice. "As I heard, everyone on top is for using Greenlight, no one will stop him....unless I defect."

"No, you can't do that !" She exclaimed, gently pulling me away to make me look at her. "I can't let you defect to the West."

"So, come with me, we can take Zasha, their...."

"No, Yirina, we can't !" She repeated, cutting me straight in my sentence. "It's too dangerous and if we did anyways, where will we go to and what do you think will happen to us ?" She asked, causing me to close my eyes to think.

"I don't know, maybe to the MI6.....or the BND.....or the SDECE." I replied at her first part, avoiding the second part on my own will. 'Since days, I've been facing an existential crisis and I hid it to you because I didn't want to see you in pain." She then grinned a little, getting our foreheads closer.

"I don't want to see you sad." She whispered, pulling me for a reconforting kiss on the lips. "I will never tell Perseus of your thoughts while we'll try to find a solution." Finally, I let myself going free, removing my sad thoughts out of me....but I was still feeling them in a part of my body. "Let me take care of you."

She then pulled me for a longer kiss as she started to remove my jacket and then my shirt to reveal my black bra. She redressed herself to slowly unzip her own combat suit, finding out that she wasn't wearing an bra at all..

"Freya...." I started, in a very low voice, seeing her perfect body getting visible to me until she was all naked on top and then, she put her index in front of my lips.

"Ssshhhh." She gave me some kiss to my neck going down with them before with her hands, she removed her pants too, revealing my black underwear that she put aside. "It's okay..." She said to me as she was positioned between my legs before she started to slowly lick my clint and slowly, I was getting filled with arousal and lust.....

"My god....Freya !"

"Yirina !" I could feel someone moving my shoulder slowly, trying to make me woke up and that what I did very slowly as my vision wasn't perfect at all. When I opened my eys widely, I realize that it was Park herself that was trying to awake me....and also realize what I was doing in my bed, my left hand under my shirt while the other was....under my pants, stroking my crotch. I quickly move to stop myself in fear.

"Shit, shit, shit !" I started to panick as I feared that she wasn't alone until I looked around to see she was the only one around, she then put her hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry..."

"Hey, calm down." She ordered me, sitting on my bed, moving her hands to join mine.

"I had a dream : it was my fault that Perseus knew about Greenlight !" I started to said, vaguely explaining my dream, worried. "I wanted to defect, Park !"

"Really ?" I nodded "Damnit, when was that dream ?" I shrugged my shoulders, meaning that I didn't have a date but I supposed in my head that it was maybe 1 or 2 months before the events of Trabzon.

"I can't tell." I finally replied, calming myself down. "To explain....I was explaining this to Freya herself....before she decide to have sex with me....I think that I was masturbating because of that..." I told her the truth, making the link of that dream and my actions in bed. She wasn't looking angry or even mad, understanding that my memories can be very random.

"It's okay : you can't control about what we will arrive in your head." She exclaimed before she start to get up from my bed. "Go take a shower and join me in the main room." She then moved to kiss me on the lips before she broke it a few seconds later with an smile "Love you, Yiri !"

"Love you too." I whispered as she finally walked away from the dorm, walking perfectly fine, meaning that her leg has recovered by a lot.

Without losing any seconds once Park left the dorm that I decided to prepare some new clothes and directly go to the bathroom, getting myself in the shower in no-time, not forgetting to remove the clothes I had on. I was happy to not have any bandages on me or dressings but there were still a little scar exactly where I was shot, marking me. Anyways, I started to shower myself as.....my thoughts were getting mixed between thinking of Park and thinking of Freya....Freya....Park....Freya....Park....Park....Park. It was getting confused in my head.

At one moment, it was Freya and at a other, it was Park. I could see them both when I closed my eyes in front of me and they couldn't go away, facing me with an blank stare until I reopened my eyes clearly but still thinking of them. I'm loving Park...I was loving Freya. Both were alike in everything and I was troubled about that.....I need to stop thinking....stop thinking, Yiri !....I took a deep breath, trying to remove that thinking off me and after some attempts, I managed to get it out...it's Park.....

Finally, I go out of the shower, getting dressed in my....well...Park's clothes before I cleaned up my hair, giving it a good look at me. I must say that I'm liking myself with red hair by a lot, it make me look good, I think. I make myself a ponytail before I headed out of the bathroom, taking my watch that I left on my nightstand next to my bed before I could go out of the dorm to join the others.

I arrived in the main room as everyone were gathered around Adler's desk including Park as they were talking about something that I couldn't hear well, they were looking to talk each at the same time.

"Yirina !" Sims was the first to react of my presence, making everyone looked at me. He was sounding good in his voice.

"You're ready for the good news ?" Woods asked, damn enthusiatic as he approached me to shook hands and that what we did.

"Good news ?" I said, curiously as I was starting to shook hands with Mason that was just behind Woods "We got something ?" I grinned and Adler nodded

"Two news to say !" He replied before he get from his chair to move at me, proposing himself to shook hands with me and I reluctantly agreed "Good to see you back on work, kid !" He added while we were doing it....I swore, Adler !.....

"Which one you all want to start ?" I suggested, looking at everyone before Adler looked at the dashboard, at the part where I could see something new : Harry Stone's picture with intels on him.

"We discovered that Stone is the real mastermind of Perseus arms trafficking : 'Bonnie Blue' was just an front for him." Park was the one to respond as she has learned of it minutes ago.

"And we finally got our others buyers !" Sims moved next to the dashboard where he pointed to two new pictures : the first one was an man in a suit "Say hello to Remy Duvall..." He started about that picture "And to Amram Rabalwi !" He pointed at the other, a man in a irakian general uniform.

"Our politician and our general !" Woods scoffed, crossing his arms to think about it.

"Can I have more details on those two ?" I questioned, wanting to know more about those guys.

"Remy Duvall is an politician that is presenting himself for the next US elections as the founder of his own party : America First Party. He is based in the New Orleans." Sims answered that question while walking towards the side where there were intels about Duvall before he put his eyes on Adler.

"Amram Rabalwi is an Irakian general that is trying to gain the upper hand on Iran....before trying to take power in his own country." Adler took the lead, getting next to the side where Rabalwi's intels were.

"Two Perseus agents that is trying to take power in their respectives countries..." I start to think, putting my hand on my chin "Could be damn bad." I put my hands back around my waist, approaching the dashboard "If they both succeed, Perseus will have the upper hand."

"We are going to focus on those two as Stone is in the wild and impossible to locate." Adler suggested, getting away back to his desk. "Our first target is Rabalwi and once we have dealed with him, we're focusing on Duvall !" He start to take his satellite phone in hand, wanting to make some calls until.....

"Wait !" I exclaimed, looking at the dashboard and pointing him with my right hand as I realized something "We can't only focus our attention on one of them." I proclaimed, turning around to face the others, looking at me with an weird look.

"Explain !" Mason raised an eyebrow, very curious

"If those two are linked, who tell that the other we will not have our focus will go into hiding after we have dealt with the first one ?" I looked at everyone's face, trying to found out if they were realizing the same, Park was the first one to see that.

"She's right !" She told everyone as she started to walk next to me "If we first kill Rabalwi, Duvall will flee and we will have no chances to have him for a long time."

"So, what do you propose ?" Woods asked

"I think....we should separate the team in two." I first replied, half-raising my hand with my lowered fingers. "Three of us will go to the New Orleans to take care of Duvall." I raised my right thumb, showing it with my other hand "The three other....is going to Irak to neutralize Rabalwi." I raised my right index finger, doing the same as before. Now, everyone realized what Park & me were saying and Adler was approving that idea.

"Sims ?" He raised his eyes to look at him

"Yeap, doc ?" Sims removed himself from the dashboard, called out by Adler

"You will go to the New Orleans with Yirina and Park !" Adler ordered, causing Sims to be kind of taken aback by it.....and me to be shocked as Adler finally said my name after more than 3 weeks in here.

"You're sure ?" Sims asked, biting his lips insecure. Adler nodded.

"I'm pretty sure of it, Sims." Adler answered as he took his satellite phone in hand. "You're the one in charge of the team to take care of Duvall. I will take care of Rabalwi with Woods & Mason." He gestured with his head, Sims's desk. "Time for you to prepare your mission and make some calls !" He then started to talk with his satellite phone as Woods & Mason go away to prepare their equipment as I was now with Sims & Park, near the dashboard, looking at Duvall's picture.

"So, I guess I don't have any choices...." Sims started, joking.

"At least, we have someone to take care off and you're the boss..." I exclaimed, almost joking as we were still focused on looking at Duvall's picture before Park looked at me with her right eye and winked at me, Sims not looking,

"Ready for an trip in the United States ?"

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