#she wanted to kill benny but then they dated for a bit and then they fought and went back to wanting to kill each other again lmao

[ayupimqueen]

Enemies to lovers to enemies again :)

Moments before she goes back to trying to kill benny 🫦

Ignore the hand it’s horrible lmao it looked better on the sketch but hey mu colouring Is getting better, not my anatomy tho lmao

[thatgirlstrawberry]

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst pt. 2

In which Y/N still thinks her dad doesn’t know about her and Spencer’s relationship. Rossi sets his daughter up on a date at his book signing party….

Warnings: semi-smutty scenes, cursing, you’ll probably get second hand embarrassment, Fluff, cute/horny/loveydovey!Spencer, JEALOUS!SPENCER

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Do you think we have too much sex?”

This question caught Spencer off guard seeing as they were literally in the middle of having sex. He paused his movements and looked at her. “Uhhhh no?” He shook his head. “Do you?”

Y/N quirked an eyebrow. “No. But I’m just trying to figure out the societally acceptable amount of sex to be having.”

With this Spencer busted out laughing. “Do you think we have over the societally acceptable amount?”

She shrugged, smiling up at him. “I mean we have sex a lot but I don’t think too much.”

Spencer chuckled. “Where did this come from?”

Y/N wiggled her hips as Spencer continued his movements, pushing into her over and over again. “Oh fu— it’s just my next door neighbor has like a lot of sex— all the time and it’s loud.” She nodded, moaning in between her words. “Like I was up until four am one night because she was moaning like a fuckin’ diseased cat.”

“How come I’ve never heard her?” He asked, groaning loudly.

Y/N titled head. “Oh so you want to hear her moan?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“What— no!” Spencer exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes laughing. “Kidding!” She hit his shoulder.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The next day, Y/N was at her dad’s house baking a bunch of desserts for his book signing party the next day.

“Dad, how many mini strawberry shortcakes did you need?” She asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Um… 10, i think.” He nodded. “Y/N/N, sweetheart can I ask you a question?” He asked.

She cleared her throat. “Sure.” She smiled, wiping the flower off of her forehead.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. She froze for a millisecond.

She remembered the text Spencer had sent her two weeks before at the dinner party her father held.

How to lie to a behavior analyst: Don’t maintain excessive eye contact, keep your voice even, say my name if you refer to me, don’t fidget— I love you

She licked her lips and glanced at him before busying her hands with mixing the cake batter together. “No, why?” She asked, her voice calm.

He shrugged and leaned on the kitchen island. She didn’t turn back to look at him. “Oh, good.” He smiled. “I have this friend and he has a son. I wanted you guys to meet.”

Y/N swallowed hard and let out a quiet scoff. “Really?” She shook her head, turning around and smiling. “You’re trying to set me up now?”

Rossi shrugged. “I just noticed that you haven’t been in a relationship in a while and I think you would love Benjamin Fitz.”

“Your friends with Eric Fitz and his son?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Eric Fitz was a very… controversial news paper company man. Her shoulders tensed.

“Yes. He always made me look good in the paper.” Rossi joked, strolling over to his daughters side. “So, what do you say? Will you meet Benny?”

If I say no, he’ll definitely catch on.

Y/N smiled tightly and inhaled through her nose. “I-of course! It’s not like I’m seeing anyone so, it should be fun!” She said, internally scolding herself for speaking so fast.

Rossi nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll let Eric know.”

Spencer is gonna fuckin’ kill me

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N shivered as Spencer’s finger tips lightly glided across her back. They were laying in bed just soaking up each other’s company. She had been holding back the fact that she was set up on a date by her father since she saw him.

She could tell Spencer was about to fall asleep because his fingers started to move slower and slowly. “Hey, Spence?” She spoke quietly.

He inhaled deeply, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Yeah, baby?”

“Uh…” She bit her lip. “So… I um… my dad— he set me up on a date tomorrow night at his book signing party.”

Spencer’s eyes got wide. “What!?”

The woman sighed and sat up, straddling his thighs. “I— my dad asked me if I was seeing anyone and I told him no because then he would find out about us and then he asked me if he could set me up with his friend’s son and I said yes because I thought it would seem like I was seeing someone even though I just told him that I wasn’t.” She spoke very quickly and Spencer found it hard to keep with her words but he got the gist.

“So you’re going on a date with someone else?” He asked, his eyes dropped down.

Y/N tilted her head and she bit her lip. “Aw Spence, no— well yes but no.” She shook her head. “It might be a date for him but it won’t be a date for me. It’s gonna be torture.” She placed her hands on his cheeks. “I’m gonna hate every second of it because I won’t be with you, okay?”

Spencer nodded. “W-well… what are you gonna wear?” He asked, his eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. “I will literally show up in sweatpants if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

He pouted a little bit. “You look really sexy in sweatpants.” Y/N giggled quietly.

“I’ll wear a trash bag— a potato sack! Anything you want me to wear, I’ll wear it.” She nodded.

Spencer smiled, his pouty lips fading away. “I want you to wear…” He thought for a minute. “That pretty white dress that I like on you.”

She quirked a brow. “But you said I look sexy in that one.” She traced circles on his chest.

Spencer leaned forward and kissed her. “I want him to see how sexy you look and I want him to know that he can’t have you.” He whispered. A breath left her lips and she smiled.

She was about to lean in and kiss him again but the ‘diseased cat’ who she shared a wall wit started making noises.

Y/N gasped and slapped Spencer’s chest. “Oh my god! Do you hear!?”

Spencer stopped and listened for a moment before laughing. “Holy shit, why does she sound like that?” He asked through his laughter.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes. “We’re never gonna be able to sleep now!” She shouted, doubting that cat lady could hear it over her dramatic moans.

Spencer pulled her closer with a smirk. “We’ll just have to show her what pretty noises sound like.”

“Oh my god, please make me scream.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N nervously looked around as she clutched her bag in her hands. She stood by her dad’s signing table. He wasn’t there, he was making rounds but she stood there in her tight white dress, waiting for him to show up with her ‘date’. She rolled her eyes even thinking about it.

Soon, her father and a tall blonde man emerged from the crowd of people and headed towards the table.

The first think she noticed about Benjamin Fitz was that he looked her up and down unashamed.

She gave a fake smile to her father and a head nod to Benjamin. “Bella, you look lovely.” Rossi smiled, hugging his daughter and kissing her on both cheeks.

“This is an amazing turn out, daddy.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. They stood in the rental area of a very fancy wine and dine restaurant. She looked at the blonde man next to her father. “You must be Benjamin. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled, holding out her hand.

“Please, call me Ben.” He winked and instead of shaking her hand, he pulled her in for a hug. His hands landed on her waist and her eyes widened, pulling away quickly as she laughed it off. “And your Y/N?”

She nodded, glancing at her father who had squinted eyes, observing the two. “Y-yes. It’s nice to meet you.” She said again, looking back at him. She had to admit, he wasn’t ugly.

“You as well, sweetheart.”

Y/N blew air past her lips and she looked around. Rossi cleared his throat. “Oh, I see one of my friends.” He smiled, glancing between his daughter and Ben. “I’ve got to make rounds. Have fun you two.”

“Thanks, dad.” She gritted her teeth as he walked away.

Ben looked at her. “Where do they keep the booze?”

Be fucking for real.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N had been leaning against the wall listening to Ben talk about being a Lacrosse star in high school and college. She nodded along but she wasn’t really listening.

Suddenly, she saw a very familiar face over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and she almost choked on the champagne she was chugging.

“Uh, sorry to stop you there Ben but uh… could you give me a minute?” She asked. She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she pushed off of the wall and walked around him.

Her boyfriend stood in the middle of the room with a book in his hand and a very sexy suit. He looked at her and smiled. “Spencer, what the hell are you doing here?” She asked, looking around to make sure that her father wasn’t there and watching them.

He smiled. “I just so happen to have a book that Rossi hasn’t signed.” He shrugged.

“Oh, really?” She asked, a smile forming on her lips. “That’s the only reason you’re here?”

“Mhm.”

She squinted her eyes. “Not because you want to spy on Ben and I?”

Spencer blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes. “Please. Me? Spying? Nooooo.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Well, I gotta get back to my date so… I’ll see you later.” She winked.

She walked back over to Ben, swaying her hips for Spencer to look at. “Who was that?” The blonde asked.

Y/N sighed. “Oh, just one of my dad’s coworkers.” She shrugged.

Ben scoffed. “That twig is an FBI agent? He’s too tiny.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

That twig’s dick Is most definitely not tiny.

She let out a fake giggle and waved his joke off. “More champagne?” She asked, nodding her head towards the catering woman who walked around with a tray.

“More? Really?” Ben asked. “You must be trying to get me drunk so you can take me home.” He laughed.

Y/N’s tongue slid across her teeth. “Yeah, most definitely not.” She shook her head. The woman walked by her and she snatched a glass off of the tray.

Spencer clenched his jaw as he watched Ben stare at his girlfriend like some porn actress.

I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill hi—

“Reid! You made it!”

He snapped out of his jealous daze and looked down at Rossi. “Yes, I did.” He nodded.

Rossi held up his pen and his free hand. Spencer opened the book to the front page and held it up for him. He sighed the book quickly.

Spencer sighed before speaking. “If you knew Y/N and I are together then why did you set her up with him?” He asked, heavily annoyed.

He hummed. “I wanted to see how much she cared.”

Spencer squinted her eyes. “What do you mean?”

The man smiled. “I wanted to see if she cared enough about you and your relationship by going out with possibly the biggest pig in the city to to make sure that I didn’t find out about it. I wanted to see if she cared enough to keep you safe.”

Spencer let the corners of his mouth turn up. “Rossi, I love your daughter.” He spoke.

“And she loves you, kid. I Can tell.”

He sighed. “Thank you for not telling her. I don’t want her to be upset or nervous.”

Rossi nodded. “Anything to make my girl happy.” He sighed, watching her roll her eyes as she drank more champagne. “I’ve got more signings to do. See ya, kid.”

He nodded as he walked away, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he saw Ben reach to push her hair behind her ear. She moved away smoothly, playing it off like she had to cough. She kept trying to glance at Spencer without actually turning around.

To: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Meet me in the bathroom in five?

She looked around and saw him before looking back at Ben when she felt her phone buzz. “Sorry, about this.” She shook her head as she dug through her bag for her phone.

From: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Of fucking course

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Their lips were heavy on each other’s. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while she was sitting on the counter.

She moaned so quietly as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her. Her hands grabbed at whatever they could. Her eyes never left his though. That was the one thing he wanted.

“Fuck, Spence—“ Her eyes watered at the immense amount of pleasure she was experiencing.

“This is mine— no one else’s.” He grunted. Y/N nodded and bit her lip. “Are you close baby?”

“So fucking close.” She nodded. “You’re- fuck— the only one that gets me there.” She added because 1, it was true and 2, she knew he was feeling a little insecure because of Ben.

Soon, she came on his fingers and shut her eyes, panting. She didn’t have to worry about getting her dress wet because Spencer had pulled it up as soon as they got in there.

Knock knock knock

“Hey is someone in there.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she and Spencer recognized the voice. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Uh— it’s just me, dad.” She said, sliding off of the counter making sure that he heels hit the ground silently.

“What are you doing in the men’s restroom and why is the door locked? There’s like forty stall in there.”’

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whispered. “Uh, I had a woman emergency and someone was in the other restroom.” She nodded her head at Spencer towards the door at the other end of the room. She had no idea what it led to but oh what the hell, right?

Spencer started walking silently towards it as she pulled her dress back down to where it was supposed to be.

She watched him walk through the door and disappear and sighed. She unlocked the bathroom door and smiled at her dad. “Hi, daddy. Sorry.” She mumbled, walking past him.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Now, Spencer and Y/N laid together in his bed. They were just in each other’s company. Again, his fingers were drawing random patterns on her back as she dozed off.

“Hey, Y/N? Before you go to sleep…” He spoke quietly not to startle her. She hummed and nuzzled her face into his chest.

“Thank you for caring.”

She smiled and squeezed him. “I love you. I will always care.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Holaaaaaaaa

I love this. Thanks to everyone who loved the first one so much!!!!!

You guys are amazing and I wanna kiss all of you.

Also ask me questions in my ask box!! I would love to answer them :))))

Anywaysssssssssss love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

[bvttoneyes]

okay saw that you also write for ethan morgan and could you. write a siren!reader thats like SUPER into him and he finds it unnerving (hes not used to girls Actually liking him) and he agrees to go on a date w her?? you can choose where!

"Bright like blue" ~ Ethan Morgan x Siren! Reader

tw! siren

erm idk which episode had the siren i cant find it 😖 i was gonna rewatch it but nvm ig, anyways ik what sirens are so i'll js thug it out. Also this guy is such a geek that he fs does dates at his house and gets his family to leave the house. he's also broke. i hate this.

(backstory: friends w sarah/erica they knew you were a siren, told the group thats how everyone knows)

Ethan kept his distance from her, to the best of his abilities at least. The thought of her luring someone out and killing them just by using her voice was.... frightening to say the least.

Yet, every time she flashed him the smile he remembered the kind of person she was. That she wouldn't make random men fall in love with her and then lure them out to sea and drown them! Right?

He knew you liked him, Sarah told him awhile ago. He didn't know what to do though, a girl hasn't ever liked him before. He's never even been on a date. I mean he's never really been too interested in dating until last year! Except he would be lying if he said you weren't attractive, I mean you're one of the prettiest people he's seen. Like ever.

"Hey, Ethan wait up" You called for him.

You were going to the same class together, he already knew that. It scared him, but he knew. Why was he so terrified of you? He knew you wouldn't actually kill him, but every once in a while he'll catch a glimpse of a scale or gill thats usually well hidden and it freaks him out.

"you wanna walk to class with-" He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"Do you wanna go on a date?" He asks looking at you, "wi-with me! i mean... do you want to go on a date with me..."

The last part of that was less of a question and more of anxiety and muttering. Yet, you could only smile at him and his dorky self.

"yeah sure" you respond, contently.

He was confused, why was he more anxious about this than you? You're the one that likes him! He doesn't even know if he likes you! Ok, he does like you a little bit... but why aren't you freaking out? Jesus just answer her!

"okay, uhm uh do you wanna just meet me at my house then..?" He was trying to play cool but there was clear anxiety in his voice. His stutter with every other word.

"yeah, sounds cool. So... do you wanna walk to class together or what?" You say, almost teasingly. With that same smile you always give him. God, you're pretty.

He just nods his head and you guys walk and talk with each other to class. You were doing the majority of talking, but you were so funny and so interesting. He hadn't ever talked to you for this long before. Once you reached the class your shared giggles died down.

After sitting through the hour long class he was thinking about what to wear, he had a good idea of what it would be. In the halls you went with Sarah and Erica while he went with Benny and Rory. You both just happened to be talking about the same thing though.

You came over an hour after school ended, there were no cars in the drive way. It looked as if no one was home, except the lights were on. You knocked on the door.

He answered wearing his and blue collar shirt with his formal pants. He looked at your somewhat formal (dress/suit/etc) attire.

"You look great" he says with a nervous smile.

"Thanks," you say with a genuine voice, "you look... geeky"

You both chuckle and he invites you in, offering his hand to you. You grab his hand and he gets a vision of water and a dock and a song.

You being a siren this freaks him out and he lets go of you instantly. While you just look at him confused, why did he drop your hand so fast? He had finally just stopped acting weird around you, kind of. Is he going to start again?

He leads you to the dining room where he set up candles and music, with food that looks surprisingly edible.

The room looked nice but, you had to poke fun.

"Everything looks great, but." Your voice trailed off at the end, teasing him.

He looked at you nervously, "but?"

"Take off the sweater vest. It's killing the mood." You say, playfully making fun of him. Lightly laughing.

He just rolled his eyes, taking off the vest and throwing it somewhere behind the two of you.

You two were talking and laughing the whole night, besides eating the enormous amounts of food that the two of you happened to finish somehow?

"Hey, I wanna show you something c'mon!" You say excitedly, standing up while wiping your face.

He looked at you confused, was this the thing in his vision? What were you showing him? He got up slowly, following you out.

You finally both arrived, hand-in-hand, walking to a somewhat abandoned dock. It didn't look old and dangerous but there were no boats or any signs of recent human life. You leave him and go to the edge of the dock, sticking your feet over. Humming some olden siren tune.

Same song as in his vision, thus making him panic. He stays off the deck completely, scared of what you might do. You turn around, suggesting him to come over as you scoot over. Making room for him. Kicking your feet in the water. He walks over, slowly, to sit with you. He takes off his shoes and socks and puts his feet in the water. Kicking with your feet in the water.

Maybe some visions aren't bad.

[itspdameronthings]

Here's the preview of the next chapter of My Man. Hope it tides y'all over till I finish it .

Chilly, Fall hits Oklahoma. Finally. Chance to wear hoodies, flannel shirts especially my cowboy’s On this particular morning sitting on the porch enjoying my cup of soothing tea. Ginger with a touch lemon. Adjusting my messy bed hair out of my face to see a familiar face before me. My Mitch. Wearing his usual pj's messy hair as well. Poor thing, still tired. Oh I know this latest situation has caused us to be on our guard. Noticed him watching me closely,and I'm so grateful for that since I'm too on edge. Too scared for what might happen in the long run. Never been like this since the horrible day in Texas. Reason for leaving to start over. Told myself never to be that. Mitch leans against the railing looking into my eyes seeing that I need him. As much as he needs me. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes,” I know what you are thinking baby. Scared any of those thugs might…” He rushed over to hold me close,” I know sugar.. Shh… Can't risk any like what happened to Jimmy, to see ya knocked out . Shit?! Armand is gonna pay!” 

Yesterday; 

After that meeting with Tyson. Which made us even more cautious. While doing my usual duties at the bar. Bigfoot cleared his throat,” Have a visitor. Says he is your brother?if he isn't? I'll kick his ass.” Laughed as I go outside,” Thanks big guy. Mitch would be glad ya did that.” Opening the door to see my big brother in his regular Henley shirt,jeans,and boots. Arms crossed,” Nice security darlin.  Reason for the visit. Was wondering if you were available to spend the day with me? Haven't got the chance to hang out with my baby sister on this trip. Think your boss can spare his girlfriend ?” Kissed his cheek as I walked towards the door,” Oh he will . If not? I'll have to persuade him in my own way. “ He rolled his eyes,” Hay! I rather not know how you would do that. Besides, you're worse than Benny.  Speaking of him. Gonna call to see how he's doing.” 

Mitch was worried at first. Telling me to be safe. Hugs me again,” Have fun. Ya need it. Text me if ya see anythin out of the ordinary. Anything at all. I'll do the same. Now get “ Spanks me as I head out. Winked at him,” Naughty cowboy. That's what you are. Want ya to be safe too. Love you.” Mitch inched over to kiss me deeply,” love you too my little breeze. With all of my heart. On the way back? Can you stop by our favorite bakery? Can go somethin sweet ya know? Cake we shared on our first official date?” Lingered we bit longer till sound of Will clearing his throat,” Ahem? Can we get goin? Tummy is grumblin.” Mitch cleared his throat,” Say? How about staying here ? Bout to make breakfast. Besides others would love to meet the others. Also.. can tell some stories about my baby here?” 

Glad Mitch did that. Sounds of laughter is what the bar needed right now. Me? Wanna kill him,but I just listen. Forgot how well he tells stories. Watching made me smile. Heard Goodie,” She shot a dude in the hand!Really! We better not be near her then!!” Har har! Slug Will’s shoulder,” it was an accident! Was a BB gun. Benny was cleaning it. Walked by and pulled the trigger. Didn't know there was BBs in the chamber. Benny had to get it out of his hand. Least it didn't affect his shooting,and fighting.” After a few more stories. We left. First stop? Margaret’s 

@dameronscopilot @musings-of-a-rose @romanarose @laurfilijames @marmie-noir

[eds6ngel]

Hello angel! I was thinking maybe introvert Eddie with an extrovert reader! Like they date and then they’re out at a restaurant and his food is wrong and he doesn’t want to say anything so she does? Just something cute like that with maybe a few other instances as well! Your writing is perfect by the way 💙💙💙

hi sweetheart!! firstly, thank you ever so much for the compliment! this is such an array of emotions, but i think it encapsulates what introverted!eddie would feel like in a relationship <3

warnings: fem!reader. pet names. swearing. food mentions. satanic panic rhetoric. mentions of su*c*de. mentions of eddie being poor. mentions of ab*se (eddie's past). eddie and reader cry together :'). a lil bit of hurt. comfort. tooth-rotting fluff!! [2.3k].

If there’s one thing that Eddie fails to share with everyone, it’s that he is actually extremely introverted. You already assumed this when you first met him, the boy screaming on top of cafeteria tables about how “conformity is bullshit” and how its “killing the kids” and whatnot.

But, when you started dating, he sure showed that his apparent extrovertedness was seemingly a completely lie.

For your first date, Eddie took you out to Benny’s Burgers. Your friends kept telling you how it was a mistake and how that was no way to show a girl you fancied her, but the location didn’t matter to you. Everyone in Hawkins knew that Eddie lived down at Forest Hills Trailer Park with his uncle, so you assumed money issues played a huge deal in his upbringing. So, as someone a bit more well-off, it wasn’t for you to judge how he spent the little money he had. Although, it didn’t matter to you in the slightest.

As you guys look back now, it’s insane how much you brought him out of his shell over the months. But, reflecting back on your first date will always be one of the funniest moments.

“So… what you thinking of getting?” Eddie asks shyly, looking up at you from behind the menu, immediately avoiding eye contact the second you look back at him.

Your mom had always taught you that if someone else was offering to pay, you should never go for something expensive, and you took that on, always ordering or purchasing something low in value.

So, you chose the cheapest meal on the menu, “I’ll just take the hamburger and fries, and just a water to go with it. I’m trying to calm down on the caffeine intake,” you softly laugh.

The problem is, Wayne always taught Eddie never to order higher than the girl, saying that it’s a way to make them feel special and as if they’re the main attraction there.

So, Eddie replied, “Yeah… I’ll take the same…” he mumbles, shutting the menu and laying it on top of yours to the side.

But, what Eddie failed to let you know is that he wasn’t the biggest lover of salad in his burgers. The patty, cheese and a bit of ketchup will do him perfectly, perhaps a little bacon if he’s feeling fancy.

So, when the waitress brought you your meals, you began munching into the burger, talking away about how good it was and complimenting Eddie’s choice of diner, trying to lift his moods since he seemed extra nervous. But, after a few minutes of talking, you see Eddie’s plate still completely full, minus a few fries which he had picked up with his fingers and nibbled on. He hadn’t even added any sauces or seasonings to his meal.

“Eddie, is there something wrong with your food?”

He looks up, scratching the back of his head, but quickly retracting it as he realises that is his grease-covered hand, “Um… No, nothing’s wrong at all…”

You lay your knife and fork down, looking into his brown orbs, “You know you can be honest with me, right? I know I may come across as a bit much, but there’s nothing to be scared about.”

Eddie connects his eyes with yours, sighing out, “It’s just… I don’t really salad in my burgers…”

“Oh, that’s fine!” you say, “I’ll just get them to replace it for you!”

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll just take it out myse—”

But, before Eddie can argue against you, you’re calling over the waiter, explaining to them, “I’m so sorry, my date here forgot to order his burger without the salad. Is there any chance you could replace it for him?”

“Of course!” they smile, taking Eddie’s plate and replying, “I’ll be back in five.”

Eddie sighs, seeping into his chair in embarrassment, “You didn’t have to do that, I could’ve just taken it out myself…”

“Nonsense!” you wave off, “It would’ve been cold by then! Besides, it was no big deal at all. Now you’ll have just as nice of a meal as me.”

And that was just instance number one. Eddie was shocked that you ended that first date with a kiss to the cheek and the planning of date two. He was surprised you liked him that much after the fuss he made with some goddamn salad.

The second time you widely recall is when you introduced him to your friends.

You weren’t exactly popular at Hawkins High, but people knew of you and treated you with respect, the same as with the rest of your peer group. Sadly, your friends weren’t as open-minded as you were. They were quick to believe rumours and judge people instantly, but after meeting their parents, it was obvious as to why. Indoctrination was a real asshole.

So, when Eddie ditched his Hellfire group and joined you on the other side of the cafeteria for the day, he was anything but happy. Sure, he was excited to meet your friends, the ones who you spoke mostly highly of, but it was the interacting that he was unimpressed with.

“So, Eddie…” Sandy starts, chewing loudly, “What do you like to do? Like, your hobbies and stuff? Apart from playing that weird cult game or whatever.”

You smack her shoulder lightly, “I’ve told you a million times San, those rumours are bullshit. It’s just a bunch of nerdy guys throwing some dice around a table, nothing Satanic about it.”

“I don’t know,” Ellie sings from opposite you, “My mom said that two boys killed themselves because of it.”

“Don’t you think that’s just an unfortunate accident? Like, I’m sure two people who listen to pop music have killed themselves before too. But, you don’t see Cyndi fucking Lauper being banned from every radio station in America,” you roll your eyes, Eddie slowly sinking in his seat at the end of the table next to you, awkwardly nibbling on a pretzel.

You softly touch his arm, “I’m sorry about them baby. Go ahead, answer their question,” you smile.

Eddie coughs, sitting back up straight in his chair, “Um… I like Bon Jovi…” he shyly says, an obvious answer to try and fit in with your peer group.

“They’re okay…” Betty replies, “But, Madonna is way better in my personal opinion.”

“Betts!” you yell at her, “I thought you were here to get to know him, not judge him more!”

“I’m not judging!” she shouts back, “I’m just saying that Madonna is better than Bon Jovi. Besides, he’s obviously lying. He listens to that other Satanic shit, the metal stuff.”

You scrape your chair along the floor, standing up and grabbing Eddie’s hand, dragging him up with you, Sandy yelling out, “Where are you going?”

“Back to his friends that’s where,” you retort back, “I’m not gonna sit here and let you berate my boyfriend like that! Besides,” you smirk, “Metallica is fucking amazing.”

And with that, you spent the remaining twenty minutes of your lunch break with your true friends, your former ones merely a memory of the past.

The final, most prominent moment was towards the end of your first year of dating. By this time, Eddie had definitely come a lot more out of his shell, not just with you, but in public too. No longer scared to correct people at restaurants, being able to talk to strangers a little more easily, even freely making the phone calls he needed to.

But, there was one thing he hadn’t needed to battle yet. A situation he avoided at all costs.

“Ah, shit,” Wayne swears from behind you in the kitchen, you and Eddie snuggled up on the couch, watching a random sitcom that was airing on the channel you had flipped over to.

“You alright Wayne?” Eddie asks, keeping his gaze upon the small TV in front of him.

“Son, I know you’re hanging out with your girl right now, but my shift starts in less than an hour and the fridge is bare. You wouldn’t mind if I made a quick list to nip over to the store and grab some things would ya?”

Eddie looks down at you, asking with his eyes for a confirmation to which you happily agree, “Sure Wayne, I don’t mind helping out for you guys, if Eddie wants to go now, of course. Yeah, baby?”

Eddie nods, “Sure, best time too. Late at night, the store is practically empty. Much easier to get around.”

But, what both you and Eddie failed to recognise was what time of the year it was. The date was December 22nd, three days before Christmas. So, as Eddie pulls into the grocery store parking lot, there’s a lot more vehicles present than usual.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbles, “It’s fuckin’ Christmas ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Yeah… But, you got this,” you say, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand where it was perched on the joystick, “You’ve accomplished so much this year in terms of your shyness. We can knock another one out the park tonight, can’t we?”

He parks up in an empty space, turning off the ignition and lets out a sigh, “Yeah… I got this.”

“That’s the spirit!” you exclaim, pressing a kiss to his cheek and jumping out of the passenger side of his van.

However, as you enter the store, both of you grabbing onto the shopping cart, Eddie tenses up at the amount of people wandering around. The aisles are crowded, the sounds of beeping from the scanners flood his ears and the clicking of heels against the tiled floor make him want to crawl out of his own skin.

You put your hand on top of his on the handle, “Baby, deep breaths, okay? You got this.”

He really does try his best, trying to focus on finding the groceries Wayne had written down, but like every other store, they changed their layout, making it impossible to find the required items in a timely manner, further adding to Eddie’s stress.

Once you get to the pet aisle, the atmosphere is a lot quieter, not many people seemingly having pets in Hawkins. You stop moving the cart and turn to Eddie, looking up into his eyes, “You wanna head back to the van, don’t you?”

He sighs, rubbing his hands over your arms, “I really tried, sweetheart, it’s just… It’s so overwhelming in here. There’s so many people, like, why did everyone leave everything so last minute?”

You chuckle lightly at this, “I mean… It’s a bit ironic coming from us, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but…” Eddie looks down disappointedly, “We’re not getting Christmas food, you know?”

You frown slightly at Eddie’s words. You found out very early on that the Munsons didn’t do a traditional celebration of the popular holiday. Frankly, they were too poor to go all out, the only reminder that Christmas was coming up being the twenty year old faux tree sitting weakly in the corner of the trailer.

You cup his cheeks, his hands immediately moving down to your waist, “Go and wait in the van, my love. I’ll take care of this.”

Eddie sighs, opening up his wallet and passing you the $20 note that Wayne had given to him, “Just… don’t spend more than that, okay? Wayne’ll kill me.”

“Got it. Take a breather, calm down, I’ll be as quick as I can,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before Eddie walks back out to the entrance of the store.

But, Wayne couldn’t kill Eddie if his budget wasn’t broken, nothing could be done if the limit was exceeded by the money out of your pocket.

So, when Eddie saw you walking towards the van with four bags instead of the usual two, he sits there shocked, you opening up the back of his van and placing them neatly against the side.

“I said don’t go over the limit,” Eddie says, a scared look across his face as he takes in the sheer capacity of food you had purchased for the two men, you jumping in the front with one of the bags in your lap.

“You and Wayne deserve a treat for how hard you two work, so I dipped into my own,” you smile softly, rendering Eddie speechless. “Plus, I thought you could make that classic Christmas meal a reality.”

Eddie looks at you with wide eyes as you place the bag in his lap, him shuffling through to find everything from a turkey, to potatoes, to vegetables, to gravy, everything to make a perfect Christmas dinner.

Eddie mouth opens wide as he stares at you, cupping your cheeks and bringing you in for a loving kiss, a smile being felt as the tears falling from his eyes land on your cheek. He places a few more on your right cheek as he gives you a bone-crushing embrace, the tears spilling onto your shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, I love you. I love you so goddamn much. Thank you sweetheart. My sweet girl, thank you.”

And his words can’t help but let a few tears slip from your eye also, the moment feeling so surreal and intense, so full of love and admiration. You knew of Eddie’s past, of how much he had been through. His memories of Christmas reminded him of getting beaten by his dad or feeling poor as the other kids rambled about their time of giving at school the next semester. So, you wanted to change that for him. You wanted to be the one to finally show him what it was like to feel loved at Christmas.

And when Eddie brought you around the day after Christmas, Wayne wrapped you in his arms, muttering into your shoulder: “Thank you darlin’. We’ll be forever grateful for what you did for us.”

i literally got emotional writing this towards the end :') i hope you enjoyed <33

[therealslimshakespeare]

Thoughts on Benny’s experiences/ relationships before Lu?? Also does the condom balloon incident ever come up between them when they start dating 😭

Hmm. Honestly, if I’m writing a fic and there’s a genuinely good spot for the balloon incident, then I’ll say it does. But I’m not sure right now. I don’t think she’d take it as cruel but I also don’t know of Benny would remember it so easily to use it to tease. It’s another suggestion of their age gap as well, so I dunno if he’d have that on the forefront of his mind.

She might consider it more memorable than him. And in a way recall it reflecting kindly on his good nature and sense of fun -never at her expense

As for his experience post war. I’d say he’s dated a bit, at least. But from what I’ve gathered, the real Demarco had some troubles on getting back home (shocker) and wasn’t one to talk about his experiences -except with Gale Cleven, take me now it kills me- and wasn’t one to pal around as much with his old buddies as some. Out of pure conjecture, I might transfer that over in this universe to say he’s having a bit of trouble acclimating. Although he wants a resumption of civilian life more than most, he finds it hard to play at normality again, including the essentials like long standing relationships with women. Even though marriage is something that’s crucial for this wanted life in his mindset.

So. I’d say some but not a whole lot. Really throws himself into business to keep busy, and his family and community.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Don't Call Me Angel

Author: butterflyslinky

Artist: Diminuel

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Brief Dean/Benny Lafitte, Mentioned Dean/Lisa Braeden, Past Castiel/Lily Sunder, Past Castiel/Crowley, Mentioned Castiel/Unnamed Others, Mentioned Dean/Ash, Mentioned Dean/Lee Webb

Length: 51170

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Discussion of Murder and Suicide, Minor Character Death, Mentioned Dubious Consent

Tags: HunterCorp AU, Female!Castiel, Mark of Cain, Series Rewrite

Posting Date: October 2, 2023

Summary: On his first solo case for HunterCorps, Dean runs into a freelancer known as Cass Teyal. Dean quickly falls for her, and soon finds himself embroiled in two much bigger cases: preventing the Apocalypse, and figuring out exactly what Cass is hiding.

Excerpt: The cemetery was, as expected, dark, creepy, and full of dead stuff. Dean walked through it, looking at every grave for disturbances. So far, all of them seemed fairly normal, but Dean knew better than to think that meant anything. He headed for the crypt. If this was a ghoul, that would be a good place to look. The door was open when Dean reached it. He groaned and headed inside. “Cass?” “Wondered when you’d show.” She was standing toward the back, apparently looking around, though she didn’t have any sort of light. Dean shown his flashlight at the wall, searching for any irregularities. “You’re going to have to be faster if you want to compete.” “You’ve been drinking,” Dean protested weakly. “You shouldn’t be out here.” “I’m not even slightly intoxicated. I was just waiting for it to get dark.” She looked him up and down again. “See you stopped to change out of the pretty clothes.” “Hunting is messy.” “Hm.” She kept staring at him, her gaze piercing. “You know my name, pretty boy…what’s yours?” “Dean,” Dean said distractedly. “Got scratches here.” He shone his light on the spot. “Yes, I spotted them…nothing behind there. Dean who?” “Dean Winchester…where is it, then?” “Probably stalking out another victim in whatever skin it’s wearing. You’re John’s son.” “Yeah…you know him?” “He keeps trying to recruit me. But I work alone, and not for money. Come on.” Dean blinked, but followed Cass out of the crypt. She walked through the cemetery with a steady, long stride, not even looking back to make sure he was following. “Wait!” Dean jogged and caught up to her, his confusion evident. “You’re sure it’s not in there?” “Very. This is a shapeshifter, not a ghoul. Which means it probably set up somewhere more comfortable.” “How do you know?” “I looked at the victims. No bites, just slices. The cemetery’s just a dumping ground. Very considerate, actually.” “Considerate?!” “Well, it’s putting them where they’d end up eventually. It seems better than dumping them in alleys like most monsters.” “No, Cass, better would be not murdering people!” “Obviously. But if you must be killing people, the least you can do is make clean-up easier.” “Right.” Dean shook his head a bit. “So where are we going?” “Somewhere we can look at a map. I want to triangulate where the victims lived.” “Okay…we can go to my suite, it’s got a big table.” Cass looked amused. “Why, Mr. Winchester, are you inviting me up to your room?” “For the case. If you won’t back off, we’ll have to work together, and I’m going to wring as many billable hours out of it as I can.” “You do that, pretty boy…lead the way.”

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[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:  “Blood Bank”

The basics:  A shootout on a yacht owned by Arkady Kolcheck gets NCIS’s attention.

Written by:  Samantha Chasse co-wrote "Kill Beale Vol. 1" and wrote "Impostor Syndrome" and “Murmuration”.

Directed by:  Benny Boom directed "Ghost Gun", "767", "Fool Me Twice", "Pro Se", "Hail Mary", “Groundwork” and “Perception”.   

Guest stars of note:  Duncan Campbell returns as NCIS Special Agent Castor from “Let It Burn”, Vyto Ruginis joins season 14 as Arkady Kolcheck.  Matty Cardarople returns as Danny, who sold pastries in season 10’s “Into the Breach” and computer supplies in “Imposter Syndrome” in season 12,.  Kathleen Garrett as Miraslava Borisova, Dalia Rooni as Riffat Murad, Nikolay Moss as Kostas Orlov, Jonathan Kells Phillips as Rupert Richardson and Emily Morales-Cabrera as Assistant

Our heroes:   Deal with more Russian nonsense.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  Giving a deposition. Sam:   Running a taskforce. Kensi:  Nancy Drew on the boat. Deeks:  Swedish nobility. Fatima:   Late. Rountree:   Bodyguard. Kilbride:  Appalled by Arkady’s safe house.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Now working on Sam’s taskforce. Sam:   Absent. Kensi:   Wields a mean serving tray. Deeks:   Wields a mean sword. Fatima:  Coffee fan. Rountree:   Lost the excuse book. Kilbride:  Found the excuse book.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Not a mention, though I bet she knew Mira Borisova.

Who's down with OTP:  Kensi dropped her “Mom Tone” when she had to separate Arkady and Mira Borisova.  Kensi and Deeks were fine.

Who's down with BrOTP:   Fatima and Rountree have plans for covering for each other.  Fatima made a friend waiting for coffee.

Fashion review:    Callen wears a dark blue, long-sleeve tee.  Kensi has on an oatmeal pullover sweater that probably looked better in person than on the TV.  Deeks started the episode in a pale pink tee before wearing his Swedish Nobleman blue suit.  A red quarter-zip for Fatima.  Rountree started the episode with a black tee and what looked like a blue lightweight rain jacket before wearing his all black bodyguard gear.  Tell me if you’ve heard this before – blue suit, pale blue dress shirt, medium blue tie for the Admiral.  He also wears a trench coat and looks fantastic. 

Music:   "Makaha” by the Tikiyaki Orchestra is playing in the bar when the Admiral arrives to rescue Arkady.  Deeks and Arkady walk into the auction house with “Rasputin” by Boney M. playing.  A bit of the “Titanic” soundtrack pops up at the end.

Any notable cut scene:  Not today.

Quote: Arkady:  “Grisha?”

Kilbride:  “Guess again.  What sort of a moron decides to make a safe house from...whatever this place is?”

Arkady:  “Am I alive?”

Kilbride:  “Judging by the looks of this table, barely.”

Arkady:  “Listen, a Russian would not look for another Russian in a bar that serves rum-based drinks.  It is a brilliant and delicious plan.”

An Arkady-Kilbride spinoff would have worked.

Anything else:  On a yacht, a Russian woman is showing off the 43rd of the Czar’s Fabergé Eggs to buyers.  There are only 42 known eggs, she has the 43rd which “no longer exists, yet, there it is.”  She is looking for $7 million for the egg.

She wants to share champagne with her buyers but when she calls for one of her yacht staffers to bring a bottle, there is no answer.  The buyer and his bodyguard pull out guns and shoot the woman and her security staff.  They race off with the egg. 

The woman, however, is not dead.  The large necklace she wore acted as a bulletproof vest.

Walking into the office, Kensi and Deeks are debating Rosa watching a dating reality show.  Kensi assures Deeks that Rosa knows the show isn’t real.  This is news to Deeks, who thinks the program is real.  The two debate the contestants, including a “meatball specialist”.  A very amped up Rountree joins them, asking about going into the burn room.  Since it is 9AM on a Monday, neither Kensi or Deeks have a reason to do any early week burning.  Rountree tries to exit but is forced to explain the notebook he shares with Fatima.  It is a track of their excuses for when they are late.  “It’s the only way we can keep our stories straight!” 

Kensi mentions texting each other but Rountree thinks Kilbride would find a digital trail.  Fatima is late and he’s not sure what the excuse of the day will be.  And he needs that right now since Kilbride is looking for Fatima.  Rountree starts with a car appointment but that would mean Fatima scheduled it during work hours, angering Kilbride.  He changes to medical appointment but that worries Kilbride.  Suddenly Fatima has a dog – for an undercover operative, Rountree is bad at this.  And the dog was hit by a car.  Kensi and Deeks offer thoughts and prayers.

Fatima, however, is getting coffee.  Fatima chats with a woman waiting for coffee.  Riffat works for an agency finding housing for refugees from Afghanistan.  After trouble with the barista, Fatima is on her way.

Kilbride walks into an empty Ops, except for Rountree.  Based on the case that just arrived, Rountree wanted to do the debrief alone.  Two Russians were found dead on a yacht in Marina del Ray.  Demetri Fedrov and Simeon Babanin, former Russian military and now with the Wagner Group, are persons of interest in moving cultural and historical pieces of art.  The boat, the Diamond of the Ocean, belongs to Arkady Kolcheck.  “Why am I not surprised?”

Kensi and Deeks enter Ops with news that Arkady was attacked.  They know nothing about what happened on the boat the way Rountree and the Admiral know nothing about the attack on Arkady.  There is a “Who’s on First” vibe going on.  Arkady was attacked at his house that morning but was able to move to a safe house.  He contacted Callen, who wants Kensi and Deeks to ping Arkady’s burner phone.  Callen is giving a deposition so he’s unavailable. 

Deeks thought Arkady was out of the spy business but Kensi thinks it could be his past causing Arkady trouble.  The Admiral isn’t so sure that Arkady is out of the spy business.  Rountree offers to call Callen but the Admiral is going to find Arkady himself.

In a Tiki bar, a rather overserved Arkady is looking for “Grisha” but gets Kilbride instead.  Kilbride is wondering what kind of “moron” makes a Tiki bar a safehouse.  Arkady is wondering if he is alive.  Explaining himself, Arkady tells Kilbride that a Russian would not look for a Russian in a place that serves rum-based drinks.  “It is a brilliant and delicious plan.” 

Ignoring what has led the two of them to “this idiotic moment”, Kilbride wants to know what happened.  Leaving his house that morning, two men with guns came up to Arkady’s car.  He high-tailed it out of there, running over one of the gunmen’s feet.  Kilbride asks if that’s what caused the shooting on Arkady’s boat.  Arkady is confused, he hasn’t owned a boat for 40-years.  “Must be another Arkady Kolcheck.”   Saying he is just a typical ex-KGB Agent who defected to America, “who could want me dead?”

On the maybe not Arkady’s yacht, the original thought is murder-suicide.  Looking at the lack of blood spatter behind one body and the way the blood pooled, Kensi thinks this is a set-up.  The investigation says there was no video but that doesn’t make sense.  A boat this big and fancy would have security cameras, according to Kensi/Nancy Drew.  Deeks tries a mirror but it is one way, not two.  Kensi found a camera in the smoke detector – “Nancy Drew you did it again.”

In the boat shed, Arkady is finishing a call with Anna as Callen pours some coffee.  Arkady isn’t a fan of the boat shed because it smells like a crab shack.  His safe house has blended drinks.  On the plasma screen, Rountree and an arriving Fatima have the footage from the camera Kensi found.  Most of the footage is useless, it was over there table where the Russian woman was showing the egg.  The woman, however, drags herself into the camera’s range.  Fatima has facial rec but Arkady already knows – “Mira.”  And he claims to know her biblically. 

Mira is Miraslava Borisova, a Moscow museum curator turned black market antiquities dealer.  With Borisova’s access, Arkady was able to put her in contact with people interested in buying what she could provide.  But that was 40-years ago.  Callen wants Arkady to set up a meeting.

Outside of a fancy hotel in Beverly Hills, Callen is surprised Borisova would hide in such a public place.  Being a well dress, wealthy woman, Arkady thinks she’d fit right in.  He’s a bit nervous about reuniting with Borisova.  Callen offers some advice and help but Arkady remind him that he was doing this before Callen was born.  The roach coach is now a plumbing company van with Kensi and Deeks inside with a lot of surveillance equipment.  Callen tells them that Arkady dated Borisova before he met Anna’s mother. 

Rapping on the door, Arkady finds it opened.  He calls for Borisova as he walks inside.  She has a rather heavy coffee table book and starts beating him with it.  Callen asks Kensi and Deeks what’s going on and they’re not sure.  Back in the room, Borisova is furious that Arkady finally calls and it the day she was almost killed.  To get her attention, Arkady pops her with a couch decorative pillow.  She returns the favor. 

Kensi yells that “they’re fighting” – Borisova thinks Arkady set her up in Malta and set her up today – while Deeks is enjoying the “geriatric WWE”.  Kensi wonders if they should go in.  Callen isn’t sure.  Deeks brings up the time Arkady made them de-booby-trap his car because Arkady couldn’t remember how he booby-trapped it.  Kensi brings up a failed mission in Chechnya.  Callen talks about Arkady cursing his engagement to Anna.  They’re going to let Arkady and Borisova work things out for a while.

After Borisova picks up the luggage rack, getting NCIS’s attention, Arkady threatens to remove the tag from a rare Beanie Baby.  When he does, Borisova really starts knocking him around.  Callen, Kensi and Deeks walk into the hotel room just as Arkady goes flying.

Near Ops, Fatima runs into the Admiral while she tried to evade him.  She apologizes for her tardiness.  Fatima tells him her dog is doing well.  The Admiral, a dog lover, wants her to bring in the dog as he recovers.  In fact, he insists. 

In Ops, Rountree apologizes for freaking out and going with the dog.  Fatima is more concerned about finding a dog.  On the big screen, Kensi and Deeks are in the boat shed.  Rountree identified the missing object from the yacht – it is one of eight missing decorative eggs, made for the Russian royal family.  While killing Borisova to steal the egg makes sense, why go after Arkady?  Fatima sends a picture of the egg to Callen, who is interrogating Mira.  Arkady is on the back deck in a time out.

Callen shows Borisova the egg.  She plays dumb but knows she’s been caught.  Callen asks why was the boat registered to Arkady.  Again, Borisova plays dumb until Callen says he’s going to turn the yacht over to the DOJ.  They have a special taskforce that confiscates Russian belongings.  After explaining it is her boat, Borisova tells Callen that she has put Arkady’s name on everything she’s bought – from condos in Cape Town to safe deposit boxes.  For all the world knows, they’ve been partners in crime for 40-years.  It is the perfect revenge – “petty but effective.” 

Bringing up the attack on Arkady, Callen believes someone going after Borisova tried to kill Arkady as part of her fake partnership.  Since the men who robbed her thinks she dead, she’s not interested in talking.  Callen is – the men are still after Arkady and it is Borisova’s fault.  

The men on the yacht were new clients and vetted by an auction house.  Callen is surprised – why would an auction house be involved.  Antiquities have to be stored carefully not in a storage locker rented by the month.  The only people who knew about the sale were the auction house, buyers and the seller, Alexey Pasternik.  Pasternik was motivated – he wanted the sale.  Moving the item quicky meant selling at a discount.  And that means he’s the problem.

Alexey Pasternik died three-days earlier.  He “threw himself” from a 12-floor condo by going through the window.  A suspicious death.  Fatima has a map of billionaires like Pasternik who left Russia days before the Ukraine invasion.  More than half are dead. 

Callen tells Borisova about Pasternik’s untimely fall.  She tries to joke about the Russian national bird being a flightless bird because of all the falling Russians.  Callen wants to know what Pasternik was trying to get away from.  Borisova explains that the billionaires had their loyalty bought by the Russian government.  Lots of money was given to these people and now with the sanctions causing financial pain in Russia, the government wants the money back. 

The government was hiding their wealth with the billionaires – they are blood banks.  Since the government was not happy with the way Borisova was selling off the assets, they went after her and her partner, Arkady.

Doing a ton of exposition, Deeks explains that the money given to the billionaires to invest and spend was reclaimable.  Once the billionaire dies, the money goes back to Russia.  All the murders of the billionaires all over the world was to get back the money.  “This is so much bigger than we thought.”

In his office, Kilbride tells Kensi and Deeks on his smaller plasma screen that the DOJ will not be cooperating with NCIS.  With tactical nukes on the table, NCIS has to be involved in a discreet investigation.  An investigation without Callen, since he is joining Sam’s joint task force.  It is Kensi, Deeks, Fatima and Rountree on this one.

Since they don’t know the gunmen or how to smoke them out, Deeks thinks they should approach the auction house since the auction house still thinks Borisova and Arkady are in business together.  Arkady could approach the auction house to get an item and the insider in the auction house could tip off the gunmen.

Borisova is willing to help but only if she’s running things.  The auction house will have rules for wealthy clients and a well-dressed Deeks – fancy suit, tie, and a medal of some sort around his neck – is just that client as Swedish nobility.  She reminds everyone that the auction house protects objects, not people.  The fire suppression system removes all the oxygen in a room to stop a fire.  If there is a person there, well, that’s a problem for the person.  For her cooperation, Borisova wants a second chance.

Dressing in the boat shed restroom, Borisova brings Arkady a special suit.  He apologizes for leaving her in Malta.  She sort of does the same with today’s assassination attempt.  “Let’s just call us even.” 

Walking into the auction house wearing a tan three-piece suit, a light blue dress shirt and a red paisley tie, Arkady introduces himself to the woman in the reception area.  He is followed by Deeks and Rountree, who is all in black, dressed as a bodyguard.  Asking for Rupert and giving his account number, provided by Borisova in the plumbing van with Castor, Arkady and Deeks welcomed in.  Rountree must wait in the reception area – company policy.

In a waiting area, Rupert is excited to greet Arkady after working with Borisova on his behalf for years.  Rupert starts speaking to Deeks in Swedish – that goes poorly.  Rupert is going to speak to Deeks while Arkady opens his locker.  Arkady is freaking out – he doesn’t have the key.  The earwigs are failing – the building is secure.  When Kensi asks about Borisova, Castor is shown out cold and Borisova is gone.

In the vault area, Arkady is met by an armed Borisova. 

With no response from Arkady or Castor, Kensi and Rountree are going to move into the auction house. 

Entering the locker behind Borisova is Arkasha, the man who shot her on the boat.  Arkasha thought he was going to have to kill Borisova twice that day but she cut a deal with Arkasha today.  She would kill Arkady, turn over her client list and she gets back the egg and her freedom.  Arkasha suggest she shoot Arkady in the head.  She doesn’t.  Instead, she knees Arkasha where it hurts, turns on the CO-2 suppression system and sets off all sorts of alarms.

Making his way through the building, Rountree gets to the vault but can’t open the door.  Rountree shoots open the vault door to find Arkady.

When the alarm goes off, so does Rupert.  He pulls a sword from the wall before Deeks can get his gun out. 

Rountree finds Arkasha and subdues him before they both suffocate.

Arkasaha’s men have Arkady and Borisova.  Kensi causes a distraction and takes one henchman out. 

Deeks finds his own wall sword and he and Rupert duel.  Deeks wins in a way too short scene.

Kensi is stuck between Arkasha’s two men.  Arkady tosses her a silver platter and a vase.  She takes them both out before Deeks arrives.  Promising to make a scene to distract Kensi and Deeks, Arkady wants Borisova to flee.  She’s not going anywhere.  Kensi puts her in cuffs.

Back in the office, Rountree asks Fatima for friends dinner - tacos or udon.  She has to pass -  she’s having a friends dinner with Riffat.  Rountree thinks that’s great.  He also found a shelter that lets people borrow pets – she could use that for the Admiral.  Fatima is just going to tell the truth.  That’s when the Admiral arrives with the excuses notebook.  He also noticed all the same frappuccino cups in Ops so Fatima needs to come on time.

On the back deck of the boat shed, Kensi asks Arkady if he is alright.  He has Anna, Grisha – his family.  He wouldn’t rewrite one minute of his life if it meant he wouldn’t have them.  Kensi asks about Borisova.  She will always be on his credit score with all the accounts she took out.  Besides, that means she is thinking of him.  He shows her the beanie baby.  Kensi tells him she knows it is worthless and so does he.  She says goodnight.

Arkady watches Kensi leave and pulls the beanie baby apart.  Inside is a very expensive necklace.  With the soundtrack from “Titanic” playing, he holds it over the water.  Then decides it was too expensive to drop into the water.  Instead, Arkady takes it with him as he leaves.  Anna calls.  Suddenly, he wants to talk about the open bar at the wedding.

What head canon can be formed from here:    There is a continuity issue because in “Answers”, Deeks joked about writing for a reality series.  Now he’s shocked to find out they are scripted.

My goodness this was a chatty episode.  TV should be show, don’t tell.  This was all tell, tell, tell.  And a generic tell, tell, tell.  This episode works completely in season three.  In season six.  In season nine – you get the point.  A mention of Callen’s wedding here and there but otherwise, Hetty could have picked Arkady at the bar, Sam or Callen could have been on bodyguard duty instead of Rountree. 

And I know the lack of Sam (all) and Callen (a lot) in this episode has to do with the upcoming crossover episodes but just have Sam up on the big screen in Ops telling Callen to drop everything, he’s needed. 

It wasn’t a bad episode – and anytime Arkady shows up, the fun level goes up, up, up – but it just wasn’t much of an episode.

Episode number:   This was episode nine of season 14 (though it was filmed after “A Long Time Coming”), episode 311 overall.

[justanothersimsblog]

Summary: Ibis’ childhood cont

At 11 Ibis got his first girlfriend, a girl from his class named Anna, because his older siblings got in relationships too and that made it cool. Ulene inadvertently told Ibis that the house rule for girls was that they (he and Katra) had to meet them first before they could spend time over. Kiki couldn’t stand her so she was happy when they finally broke up later.

Another trip! This time the family went to Monte Vista. Both Ari and Eti now had boyfriends who also tagged along in this trip. Ulene rented a big house for the 11 of them. They met an old fae, Agatha, who recognized the pink hair. They discovered that she was related to them, sort of, she identified herself as the adoptive mother of a Lewis Notte, which was the family’s last name in Bridgeport. Lara changed it and then adopted Deadwyler after marrying Alan. Lewis didn’t have pink hair but his wife did and Agatha had a picture of them. Also during this trip Ibis met Francesca, who believed him to be 15 instead of almost 13. When Ulene found out he made him tell the truth which obviously meant she didn’t want to see him anymore. Before the trip ended Ulene and Ibis had a little chat about the responsibility of having a Pink haired heir.

Ibis’ more rebellious years begin. Before he’d broken rules and gotten punished but now he started taking things to new extremes. He got his piercings, eventually got his tattoos, started smoking, and making more drinks and the drugs him and his friends (Kiki and Pubert) would smoke. He didn’t care that he was breaking his mom’s biggest rule of absolutely no drugs or smoking. He also tried to date Kiki, and they hooked up for a bit, but when he wanted to take a step further she said no and everything ended.

10th grade and over the summer Ibis came up with a ridiculous plan that would end with him getting laid. His friends laughed when he told them and assured him they’d help but it wasn’t going to work. “No girl would fall for something so stupid!”. Well, one did. Ibis started ‘tutoring’ girls, first having lunch at school, then taking them home for dinner with the family so everyone would get a chance to meet, and finally ending in his room where he did everything he could to not open a book. Taia fell, hard, for him, and so their non-relationship relationship started. Saylor, Taia’s best friend, was vocally against this and even intimidated Ibis with her half-demon powers, but he took it in good stride because he had no intention of causing any harm. Because he lied he got grounded and punished, but he kept sneaking around to see her, and the whole thing started a vicious cycle. His mom was also on his ass for smoking which also kept extending his punishments. At the end of the year his school work had suffered so much due to absences that he had two choices, all boys military school, or Yinera Ealin Academy for genius occults. 

He chose the Academy. He boarded there in Moonlight Falls for the last two years of high school\, where he made new friends and ‘dated’ new interesting girls. His roommate Kayne (and his brother Kale) became his new best friends, along with twins Emma and Grace. Emma was a frequent visitor of Ibis’ bed while Grace dated Kayne. Ibis also secretly ‘dated’ prom queen, class president, and actual fairy princess Ella, and a bunch of other girls, much to her distaste.

Ibis returned home to a Graduation party where everyone, even from neighboring towns, attended. Benny finally sealed the deal with girlfriend Gen, Timmy found some courage and did his first magic show performance in front of a crowd, Blaze and her new buddies escaped town after killing a guy right outside the venue, and Ibis hooked up with Taia after not having seen her for two years. Then it was off to college for Benny and Timmy, but off to travel the world for Ibis. With either friends (Kayne mostly) or family (his grandma Lara) he went to many cities around the world and had fun. He even visited his siblings in college.

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*I smile up at him as he agrees to tuck me in, giggling as he laces our fingers together and leads me down the hall, my heart was still pounding so fast in my chest from all his little touches and my heart was screaming at me to just go to bed with him, but my head knew taking everything extremely slow was the best option, I could not lose him or this family, even if things didn’t work out between us, the thought of losing Benny and Maddie made me a bit lightheaded* *I nod as he points towards where the towels and robes are, smiling brightly at him as he pulls the covers down, eagerly hopping up into the bed and making a show of wiggling around to get comfy, nuzzling my head against the comfy pillows* God, such a comfy bed. *I look up at him as I finally settle, batting my lashes at him as I wait for him to continue his tucking in routine* Do I get a story too?

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*I couldn’t look away from you, not even caring if my emotions were clear on my face, eyes bright and cheeks flushed with want as you climb in, breaking out into a wide grin as my heart implodes in my chest at your cute wiggle when you get comfy, clutching my chest a little as I let out a dramatic groan, eyes closing as my jaw slackens as I flop onto the bed to sit on the edge beside you* You’re killing me. So bloody adorable. *whispers, grinning brightly at you and stomach twisting as you look up at me with that look I was growing to crave, heart pounding as I lean over you, brushing my hand over your cheek to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, letting my gaze drift over your face to as I admire your beauty* You can get anything you ask for when you look at me like that. *whispers gently, smiling softly as I lean in and press a lingering kiss to your lips, hand still on your cheek as my thumb brushes your skin, kissing you once more before pulling back* There once was a lonely old Dad, broken from losing too much too much too young.... *whispers as my lips ghost over your cheek, brushing gently and leaving a soft kiss* He gave his life for his children, and although he was happy he felt like something was missing. *murmurs, moving my lips to your jaw* Then along came this princess in baby blue, glowing with beauty and with grace..*smiles a little as I picture your dress from your failed date earlier, lingering at your jaw and kissing there as I speak against your skin* She waltzed into his life and left him reeling. Disarmed, totally caught off guard and he could do nothing to stop her spreading joy. *my lips were at your ear now, whispering these truths as my lips brushed there* His children adored her, and soon the parts of him that were broken, began to mend. *pulls back gently after leaving one more kiss on your cheek, eyes soft and cheeks flushed as I look at you* The end. *smiles shyly* 

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Look at you, getting all caught up!! Proud of you! 🤣🤣

In all seriousness thank you for reviewing each chapter. I really does mean the world to me! 💕

[On the opening scene]: Aw yeah, you already know she was a puddle that morning lol. But also I thought Dean just chillin' next to her would be a more unique and sweet "morning after" than him even making breakfast for her (though he does later).

But oh no. Reading his text messages, I do not agree with. I get being in love sends you a bit crazy and she did have those talks with Meg and Jo but she needs to talk to him not scroll his history 🙈

Yes, she was very wrong in this situation, despite Meg and Jo and her fears. But she's human and flawed just like all of us, so while she was wrong, I could understand why she was weak in that moment. She does preface that she's never done that to a partner before and it isn't usually in her nature.

Dean handled it about as well as he could've, but ultimately I didn't want this to end up being a huge drama between them. Though it's a good test of their relationship that allows them to get certain things out in the open and move past it! As you know from being married for a while, it's not "do you argue," it's "can you argue" and come out the other side of it.

I’m glad Dean got to show some of his cooking skills because he honestly always seems so happy in the show when he’s cooking.

Ikr?! This won't be the last of Dean cooking. 😉

I also want her to ask Dean about her car because I adore it when he goes into protective mechanic mode 😂

Oh yes, girl! the subject of her car will come up again soon, though not in the way you might expect...

You know Sam secretly shipping dean and the reader is my absolute fav Sam and you didn’t disappoint. I loved this line “Sam’s brow quirked. Mr. Serial Bachelor was joking like that already?” Cackling! But in all seriousness again, I love how far they’ve come already to even joke about something like that! “He continued to sip his coffee, all the while hiding a certain smile behind his mug.” Yes Sam 😏

Hahaa we love a supportive, knowing Sam! The way Dean jokes about kids is going to tie in again, albeit much later on, to why he started trying to seriously date for the first time.

Sam was very wise with his take on the reader reading the texts and I do see his point. I still think she went a bit far though 😂

We got Sam offering his words of wisdom from Team "Happily Committed for a Long Time" lol. She did make a mistake, despite her understandable fears, but she owned up to it at least!

Hmm I was a bit sad at the conversation with Andrea. I really loved their friendship at the start but it feels like they’re drifting and I agreed she didn’t seem as invested in the readers relationship as her own which is really sad. I’m interested to see where that goes.

Ikr? Sadly this comes from my own personal experience (one of my ex-best friends was the "Andrea" in the situation). We have a lot more story left to go though, and Andrea will be an integral player throughout!

I’m glad Meg apologised at the firehouse. Yeah she was a bit drunk but it was still out of line. And the conversation with benny, I loved that she got the comments in their to give Dean some ammunition 😂

Haha yeah, the reader deserved that apology! And my personal favorite from that Benny exchange was "Oh Captain, my Captain over here needs to find a parrot." 😂😂

But of course he takes her to his office. What’s going to happen there i wonder 😂😂 in all seriousness I liked the little bit with Mary and dean saying he thinks she would have liked the reader. That was really special. But what?! You left it there! Haha you’re killing me girl.

Hmmm I wonder? 🤔😂 But thank you for highlighting the Mary tidbit. I'm happy you thought it was special because think it further shows how Dean sees the reader already as someone special.

LOL sorrrryyyy. 🤣 You know me and my cliffhangers!

I'm so glad you enjoyed this chapter!! I legit cannot wait for you to see (and am also kinda scared lol) what's coming up in these later chapters...

Until Friday! 💕💋

Smoke Eater - Part 8

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

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AN: Just wanted to say thank you so much for all the amazing feedback on the last chapter! I work hard on all of these, but I agonized over Part 7 in particular lol. Really wanted to get that balance right. 😉

Word Count: 6,400 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Angst, fluff, suggestiveness, implied sexual harassment, and a (sort of) cliffhanger.

Part 8: “Likewise, Baby”

You woke feeling delightfully warm. Your eyes cracked open. Though the room was dim, the window behind you had horizontal blinds that were letting in a bit of light.

You cradled the pillow beneath your head, with your hand tucked under your cheek. And you weren’t alone.

Dean was sitting up against the headboard beside you.

He was already dressed in a faded gray Fire Department shirt and sweatpants, with his long legs crossed over the navy comforter. He sipped at a mug of robust-smelling coffee while holding an iPad in the other hand, occasionally scrolling with a finger.

A slow smile cleared some of the sleepiness from your mind. You should’ve known he’d be an early riser, considering his job, but you were pleasantly surprised that he was just sitting with you, waiting for you to wake up in your own time.

Breathing in deep, you stretched out your legs under the sheets. The sound earned Dean glancing away from the screen, and then his smile aimed at you.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted. You hummed sleepily in response.

“Sleep good?” he asked.

You nodded and braved swimming through the sheets to snuggle closer to his side. After setting aside his mug and iPad, Dean welcomed you over with a hand soothing down your back. You curled against him, resting your head against his chest.

He dropped a kiss onto your wild hair. You still wore his shirt from last night and nothing else, but you felt the warmth of his hand through the fabric, rubbing up and down your back. You slipped an arm comfortably around his middle and let out a soft sigh.

“I see you’re not too chatty in the morning,” he teased.

You made a sound of agreement. “You wore me out, Lieutenant.”

And you hadn’t felt this relaxed, this warm and comfortable and safe, in a very long time.

You also felt Dean’s chuckle reverberate through your chest. His hand came up to pet your hair, and he pressed another kiss on the top of your head.

“Likewise, baby,” he replied. Cheekiness colored his tone. “That record’s gonna be hard to beat.”

You smirked and huffed against his chest. After trying some of the cake last night, he’d given you another sample of his talented fingers, right there at the table. Then you’d tried to start cleaning up the kitchen, only for Dean to distract you once again.

That time, he’d settled behind you at the kitchen sink and goaded you with sinful lips along your neck and wandering hands, until you decided that your earlier promise of “next time” was right now.

You’d turned in his arms and finally found out what he tasted like, after you sunk to your knees and dragged down his sweatpants and took his waiting cock into your mouth…

Needless to say, it was a while before you both made it to a shower, and finally to bed for actual sleep.

Remembering it all made you blush, biting your lip. He let out a quiet laugh as you hid your face in his chest. His fingers slipped into your tangled hair and gently massaged the back of your head.

“Want some coffee?” he asked. You nodded.

“Need some,” you replied. “Let me freshen up first though.”

So you slowly got up, reluctance pulling at every muscle in your body. While you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth and fixing your ridiculous hair, Dean cleaned up the rest of the dishes from last night and poured you a steaming cup of coffee from the carafe. He didn’t remember how you liked it, but his intuition said you liked a bit of sugar and creamer.  

He found himself smiling like an idiot, until something Meg said rolled through his head again.

Goddamn. I am twitterpated.

With that thought, he immediately shook his head to rid himself of it.

You padded back into the bedroom to find your dress…and your panties, for that matter. While you were getting dressed, a phone buzzed on one of the nightstands beside the bed. It was Dean’s phone.

You went over to it curiously as you fixed the straps on your dress. The screen showed a missed text message from last night, around 10:00 p.m., and another one this morning. You read the latest one with a sinking feeling in your chest.

From Marissa: Surprised I didn’t hear back from you last night. The offer still stands. 😘

You knew it was wrong, but your finger scrolled to see last night’s text preview.

From Marissa: Hey, been thinking of you… ❤️ I’m free tonight if you want to come over. You always look so good in my bed. 😉

You were beginning to feel sick to your stomach. You forced deep, even breaths through your nose as you sat down on his side of the bed, and you contemplated doing something you knew you’d probably regret.

You’d seen Dean unlock his phone enough times to remember his passcode. Your thumb hovered over the keypad…

Again, you knew it was wrong. You’d never, ever done this to someone in your life, and if he caught you at this, he’d probably be pissed.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You unlocked his phone, and you found the girl in his text messages. While you saw that he hadn’t even looked at the message, and hadn’t even spoken to her in a couple of months, the previous text messages were a sick siren song that you couldn’t help but fall into.

However, you could only read a few of the old ones before you became disgusted, and you quickly minimized his text messages. You reminded yourself that you didn’t have a right to be reading this, or to be jealous, for that matter.

Those messages were before he even met you. It just didn’t change the fact that reading them, and hearing his voice in your mind while talking explicitly dirty with another girl still stung. 

Another thought whispered in your mind. You’re already here. Might as well…

Biting your lip, your thumb shook as you went into his contacts. You saw familiar names: Benny, Cas, Dad, Eileen, Gordon, Jo…but those were followed by unfamiliar ones. Haley, Jackie, Kat, Lisa, Lauren, Marissa, Nadia, Olivia, Priya, Rachel, Serina…

What the fuck! He’s got the whole damn Kansas Directory of Sluts in here! you thought in both alarm and disgust.

So consumed were you that you didn’t hear Dean coming down the hall, nor did you see him appear in the doorway to his own room with a fresh mug of coffee. 

“Hey, so what do you want for breakfast…” His question died on his tongue the moment he saw you with his phone (and an angry, perturbed look on your face). His brows furrowed as he entered.

You were caught red-handed, and you knew it. Guilt and hurt and anger radiated under your skin in equal measure, though you set his phone down for him on the bed and met his eyes.

“You got a booty call from Marissa,” you said. “She misses you in her bed.”

“So you snooped through my phone?” Dean levied at you. The warmth in his tone was gone, though his still handed you the mug of coffee and grabbed the phone. His contacts were still open on the screen.

“I shouldn’t have,” you testily agreed. “Believe me, I regret it now.”

You stood, set down the mug on the nightstand, and began searching the room for your sandals. You didn’t think you could stick around for breakfast.

Dean’s jaw locked, and he let out a sharp breath as he watched you.

“So you’re leaving?” he asked incredulously.

“Why, don’t you need to check on your side piece?” you shot back.

Dean huffed in irritation. You bent over to put on a sandal and nearly toppled over as you lost your balance. He got up, but you managed to catch yourself and held up a hand against him helping you.

You straightened and looked up with him with steel in your eyes, where last night had been all softness and fire. It reminded him of when he saw you square up against your boss. No nonsense, no inches given. He remembered then that you were a real pistol when you needed to be.

“Okay, Nancy Drew. I’m sure you saw that I haven’t hit up that girl in months!” he said. He wanted to be patient with you, but his temper was already snapping at the invasion of his privacy.

Yours was snapping right back, as your hands went to your hips.

“Dean, you’ve got an entire catalogue of ‘Pussy On-Demand’ in your phone!”

Frowning, Dean held his hands out wide in a what do you want from me gesture.

“Look, I was honest with you about my past,” he tried, but you cut in quick.

“Is it your past?” you asked. Your heart pulsed with pain at the thought, but you had to ask. “Or were you still talking to these girls, even seeing these girls while you were ‘wooing’ me? I mean…I guess I don’t have a right to complain. We never explicitly said we were exclusive—”

“All right, stop. For the love of Christ,” Dean said in sheer frustration. He approached you with caution. You were still frowning and testy, but you allowed him to grasp your upper arms.

“First of all, I didn’t even see that text. Because I was preoccupied with you. Second, no I wasn’t seein’ anyone but you after our first date. And third…” His lips pressed together.

This last one was tough for him to admit, even embarrassing. You were waiting for him though, probably with the last shred of benefit of the doubt you had left for him.

He sighed, brushing your arms with his thumbs. “Before last night, I hadn’t had sex in a couple of months.”

Your brows went high at that one, only because the weight in his voice told you that two months was a big deal for him. (For you, it was child’s play.) Remembering that laundry list of names, though, you had to agree.

You eventually relented, your shoulders relaxing a little.

“I’m sorry I looked through your phone,” you said again, more sincerely this time. “I’ve never done that to anyone, ever, and it’s not who I am. It’s just…you’re making me a bit crazy.”

A smirk pulled at Dean’s lips. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

You reluctantly smiled and pushed at his chest with a half-hearted hand. Sighing, he pulled you in close. You allowed yourself to rest against him, and even slip your arms around his middle and tangle your fingers into the back of his shirt. Dean pressed his lips to your hair.

“I might be playing a lot of this by ear, but I told you. I’m not playing around,” he said. “I want to try being with you. Just you.”

After a moment, you nodded. You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest.

A smile tugged at your lips.

“So what you’re saying is, you’re my boyfriend.”

Dean’s smile grew as well. “I mean…yeah. If you’re on board.”

You nodded and leaned up for a kiss. “I could be persuaded.”

He met you there with both passion and sincerity as his lips glided over yours. Your fingers dug into the muscles in his back, spurring him to hold you tighter against him. The weight of his hands felt deliciously good against your lower back. 

“Stay for breakfast,” he said between heated kisses and panting breaths. “I’ll cook this time.”

You remembered that you had to check on your grandfather. You’d texted him before going to bed that you were staying over at Dean’s place. George had already been asleep, but he answered you this morning that everything was fine. Still, your instincts warred between wanting to make sure, and staying here a bit longer.

Your curiosity was piqued, however.

You paused against Dean’s lips. “You cook?”

He looked down at you with offense at your surprised tone.

“I’m a damn good cook,” he said, his brow waggling. “What do you want? Pancakes, eggs and bacon, or something more chill, like oatmeal or something?”

Your stomach began to percolate at the mere mention of food.

“Yes,” you replied with a grin.

Dean’s amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Someone’s hungry. Worked up an appetite, huh?”

“Starving,” you admitted. Your hands moved down his back, feeling how some of the muscles there contracted. Looking up at him through your lashes, you added, “But I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Dean laughed and kissed you again. 

“Oh, I’ll give you plenty, naughty girl,” he promised against your lips.

Thank God it’s Saturday, you thought. You inhaled the coffee Dean made for you before taking another sip. It was delicious, and you had to make a mental note to buy the same brand the next time you went to the grocery store.

You peered out the small kitchen window while the smell of food continued to stir your appetite. Really is a cute neighborhood. The building overlooked a nice little park. Already there were people jogging, walking their dogs, parents with their children heading to the playground.

You liked where you lived as well, but the two-story house was a bit much just for you and George. It also needed some work done, of which you hadn’t gotten around to taking care of with how busy you’d been lately. Not to mention your car, which was occasionally starting to shake when you accelerated past 50 miles per hour.

I really should ask Dean to look at it. Bet he’d relish the challenge of reviving an old car.

Then a small ding alerted you to the toast, now ready to be buttered. You were helping with the smaller things while Dean worked on the eggs and bacon.

You also heard the front door unlock. Soon enough a tall man with dark, long hair down to his shoulders entered the kitchen with a workbag on his shoulder and a small overnight bag. He wore a smart-looking, but simple suit, chestnut brown.

“Hey,” he greeted Dean, but his hazel eyes widened a fraction when he saw you. “Oh, hi there.”

Dean turned his head and smiled.

“Hey, Sammy,” he said. “Come meet my uh…my girlfriend.”

Your face heated up at the way he glanced at you with that smile.

Hear that? Official girlfriend status.

You also tried to hide your excitement as you introduced yourself to Sam Winchester. He shook your hand with an amiable look.

Dear God, you thought, noting his height, and his broad shoulders that rivaled Dean’s. Winchesters are massive.

“Finally. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said.

“Same here,” you agreed, matching his smile. “Really good to meet you, Sam.”

“And how is it you always make it right on time for breakfast?” Dean teased. He was pouring the scrambled eggs out of the pan and into a large bowl.

“Just good timing,” Sam replied, smirking as his brother rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, how’s Eileen?” Dean asked.

“Good. She had her students help her decorate the classroom for the fall this week,” Sam said.

He fished out his phone and showed you and Dean the pictures. The two of you had your heads bowed close to the phone. Dean wore a smile at the sight, while you cooed at the adorableness of Eileen with her students.

They seemed to be elementary school age (between seven and ten years old, if you had to guess). They’d done the Thanksgiving turkey hand for arts and crafts, even though the holiday wasn’t for a couple of months. One of the boys had taped it to his forehead.

“They’re so cute!” you gushed. “I remember doing that in elementary school.”

Dean shot you a grin. “You like kids, huh?”

Sam’s brow quirked. Mr. Serial Bachelor was joking like that already? 

Meanwhile, you sent Dean a narrowed look, despite your blushing smile. Never mind that you two had just established the seriousness of your relationship about five minutes ago.

Honestly, you were surprised that having kids was even on his radar…but for the first time, maybe it was starting to be on yours too.

And that alone was a shocking revelation, considering how career-driven you’d been up until now. It was even somewhat scary, just how quickly this man had buried his way into your heart.

“Yeah, and what if I do?” You laughed and carded your fingers through his hair, but you made sure to tug on it a bit. “Clearly I need to be careful with you.”

“That’s probably best, as a general rule,” Sam interjected. He smirked at Dean’s flat look.

“All right, all right,” Dean waved at him. “Help me get the plates.”

The three of you talked and joked and laughed all throughout breakfast. You and Sam had a fair amount in common, speaking of your respective experiences in college, with him following into law school and you with culinary school. He told you more about his work at the District Attorney’s office, and about how he and Eileen had met.

Then you and Dean told the story of how you two met, from each of your perspectives. You recounted how it had been Nick’s fault that you’d been in that elevator to begin with, grabbing his latte, of all things. You remembered how goddamn hot it had been in that elevator, how no one could hear you, how you’d been doing your best not to freak the hell out.

And then you heard his voice. “Fire Department!”

The save was pretty standard, from Dean’s perspective. But he’d noticed you, even in your coffee-stained blouse and skirt. He remembered the way you lost one of your shoes.

“And I mean, ridiculous fucking high heel,” Dean said to Sam. He held his hands apart several inches, making you laugh at his gross exaggeration. “I got no clue how she walks in ‘em.”

Dean also relished retelling the moment you later stood up to Nick with gusto.

“I thought she was gonna chuck it at the guy’s head, Psycho style,” Dean said. He mimicked holding the shoe like a knife stabbing from above.

You laughed and covered your face with your hands. “I wasn’t that bad!”

Dean chuckled, but he rubbed your shoulder.

“Nah, it was awesome. I remember thinkin’, this girl’s a badass.”

You lowered your hands and glanced over at him, letting your smile peek through.

“Oh yeah?” you asked.

“Class and style, baby,” he said, giving you a wink. You shook your head, despite your amusement, and how his words touched you.

“Says the guy who literally rappelled from the roof like Batman,” you said with a smirk.

“Ooh, Batman. Here that? I’m taking it.” Dean’s brows rose, and he shot Sam a grin.

To which his younger brother rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you’re Batman.”

You giggled into your hands. His brother’s sarcasm was nothing new, but Dean enjoyed seeing you laugh after all the tension this morning. He took one of your hands away from your face so you couldn’t hide anymore.

You looked over at him. When your eyes met his, somehow you were captured again.

Sam watched carefully from his side of the table. He watched his brother, and was hardly able to believe what he saw. He continued to sip his coffee, all the while hiding a certain smile behind his mug.

You left the apartment a short while later, despite offering to help clean up. Dean knew you wanted to get back to your grandfather and didn’t want to hold you up, but he still walked you to the door and made sure you had everything you needed before you left (including a leisurely goodbye in the doorway that had his old neighbor Gladys tsking as she walked by).

He eventually returned to the kitchen to help Sam finish cleaning up, thumping him on the back while Sam was trying to wash the pans in the sink. Sam uttered a grunt, but his lips edged at a smile at Dean’s obvious good mood.

“I take it last night went well?” Sam asked knowingly.

“Yeah, good thinkin’ on staying at Eileen’s,” Dean smirked back. His mind rewound the evening: having you cook for him, the shenanigans that interrupted your baking lesson, and also the baking, and the cleaning up.

His smile only dropped a bit when he remembered the arguing part.

“Well, there was a rough patch,” he admitted. At Sam’s questioning look, Dean explained how you’d looked through his phone…and what you’d seen on it.

“She apologized, but it was a tough go of it for a second,” he said.

Sam had finished the dishes by now. He stood leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. He sighed through his nose.

“You want my advice?” he asked.

Dean quirked a wry smile. “Something tells me I’m gonna get it anyway.”

Sam nodded. “You just need to take the ‘L’ on this one. Don’t hold it against her.”

Dean’s brows knitted together as he frowned.

“Oh yeah?” he said in full sarcasm. “Is that what I need to do?”

He loved when his brother when full Dr. Phil on him.

“Listen,” Sam said. “Yeah, what she did was wrong, but her concerns were understandable.”

Dean took that in, carding his fingers through his hair.

“You can’t assume that she can read your mind, Dean. On your intentions, on how you feel—any of it.” Sam leveled him with a more serious look. “She’s taking this as it comes, just like you are. And she’s taking a chance on getting hurt, just like you are.”

Damn it, Dean thought. He especially hated when his brother made sense.

He was quiet for a moment, until something occurred to him.

“You think Dad would like her?” he asked.

At that, Sam’s smile broke free. Dean’s gaze flattened in annoyance.

“What?” he asked.

“If you’re willing to subject her to Dad, I know you’re serious.”

Dean rolled his eyes. He stole the last leftover piece of bacon from Sam’s plate and headed for his room.

I think he’d like her.

“So how’s it been going?” Andréa asked you.

The two of you were finally getting a chance to have lunch together in the staff breakroom, for the first time in about a month. You blamed it on your busy schedules, but you knew it also had to do with the fact that you both had new men in your lives.

You had been reaching out to your friend a couple of times a week to check in, sometimes even offering to grab dinner or catch a movie after work, but Andréa always seemed to have an excuse. You didn’t think she was pulling away from you intentionally… It did hurt though.

You just supposed you should be grateful that she showed up out of the blue in your office, asking if you had time for lunch.

“Work is…well, the usual,” you replied.

Nick was still an asshole who made your life harder and more stressful with every interaction. He changed his mind on deadlines, or better yet, forgot them entirely. He often got drunk while schmoozing with CEOs and representatives of potential accounts.

He also sucked at paperwork, which meant you often had to redo it, or get his assistant to do it. And he still pitted you and Josh and other teammates against one another (Paul had quit last week due to the pressure).

But all that, you could handle. What bothered you more were the “harmless” comments threaded with innuendo. The lingering looks he gave you, seizing you up from breast to toe.

You’d taken to wearing pants exclusively, instead of skirts, and flat shoes instead of heels, just to try and put him off. You maintained your professionalism and always kept several chairs between you and Nick in meetings. Though you dreaded moments where you had to be alone with him. Those were the times you were on your guard the most.

Thankfully, he hadn’t done anything outrageous since the last time he was drunk before a meeting. As in, you hadn’t had to threaten going to HR again…yet.

And these things you kept to yourself. You didn’t want Andréa to worry. Or worse, for her to try and get involved, and earn Nick’s eye on her next.

“What about with Dean?” Andréa asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

You brightened with a smile. That you would happily share.

“Good. Like really good,” you said. “I mean, we had our moments this weekend, but…I really think this could work.”

Andréa shot you a sly look, though her smile said she was happy for you.

“Oh wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so smiley,” she teased. “What is it with these firefighters at Firehouse 25? God sprinkled them with something special, I swear.”

You eyed her with amusement. “Oh yeah? How are you and Benny doing then?”

And that seemed to be the exact question she was waiting for. She turned to you fully and grabbed your hand.

“Oh, girl. I have so much to catch you up on,” she said.

You smiled at her indulgently. You truly wanted to hear everything she had to say. You wanted to hear about her disastrous first meeting with Benny’s family, especially with his father. You wanted to hear about how she was able to turn it all around with a bit of charm and a few funny stories.

You wanted to hear about their impromptu sailing trip last weekend, and the plans they were already making to go to Greece next summer if all went well. Andréa and Benny were clearly a whirlwind romance in the making, the stuff of good old-fashioned rom-com legend, and you wanted to hear the story unfold.

You just couldn’t help a small thought in the back of your mind…that she wasn’t quite as invested in your life as you were in hers.

A couple of weeks later, you parked your old Camry on the side of the road. You didn’t want to block any part of the driveway at Firehouse 25.

Oh good, they’re not on a call, you thought. The truck was there, along with the Squad truck and the ambulance. A full house.

You smiled and first smoothed down your sweater dress. It was mid-November with a chill on the air, and it also gave you an excuse to break out one of your favorite dresses, made of warm brown wool, but still cute with your knee-high boots. 

You pulled out the large plastic dessert carrier resting on the passenger seat. It held not one, but two large cakes. You wanted this treat to last a little bit longer than a few hours this time.

You walked up the driveway, smiling as you greeted the Squad men playing poker at a square table just outside the building. A couple of them eyed you in curiosity, and maybe even with recognition. Though you had to swallow a bit of nerves as you pushed past the familiar glass doors of the firehouse. 

The first person you saw (that you actually recognized) was Meg. She sat in the common room with her feet crossed and perched on the dining table. She was reading a book, but her head perked up when you came in. She stood and left her book on the table as she waved you inside.

“Hey there,” she said.

Remembering what happened the last time you met the paramedic at the Roadhouse, your smile was a bit thin.

“You must be real special,” she’d remarked, gesturing at Dean. “He usually doesn’t bring his girls around here, where he actually likes to hang out. Guess that’d mean he’d have to see ‘em again with the lights on.”

Despite the less than stellar memory, you tried to be polite.

“Hey, Meg. How are you?” you asked.

“Sober,” she answered frankly. Her head tilted as she let out a short, self-deprecating sigh. “Uh, sorry about last time. I have a bit of a mouth when I’ve had a few.”

Your smile became a bit more genuine. Before you could say, That's okay—

“Oh no, that’s her resting state,” a familiar voice wryly interjected.

You brightened when you saw Dean striding in from down the hall. He met you with a grin, as well as a kiss that lingered on your lips. Meg’s brow rose.

He eventually pulled away, but his hand stayed on the small of your back. He looked happy to see you, and it secretly warmed you down to your toes.

“To what do I owe this surprise?” he asked, his green eyes gleaming. He noted the dessert carrier hanging from your hand with interest.

“I come bearing gifts.” You raised your offering. Dean took it from you with both hands and boyish glee.

“Mmm, I do love me some cake,” he said, licking his lips.

You had to laugh. Firefighters do love food.

Or maybe it was just Dean.

“Remember, you’re meant to share,” you teased.

“No promises,” he muttered. But he still brought it over to the kitchen. Even Meg followed the two of you, peeking over his shoulder in curiosity.

“What kind is it?” she asked.

You gave her a smile. “Orange, cranberry, and poppyseed, with an orange glaze.”

Her eyes widened, but you could tell she wasn’t sure if she was intrigued or not.

“Trust me. It’s like lemon poppyseed, just more orangey,” you promised. “And even a bit sweeter.”

Dean grinned at his friend. “She went to culinary school.”

He said it proudly, which warmed you. Though you bit your lip in slight embarrassment.

“You don’t have to say that,” you said with a nervous giggle.

“Why not?” he protested. “It’s true.”

Meg surveyed you both with a knowing smirk while Dean set up your cakes with a cutting knife and some paper plates.

“It’s still early, but the droves will come soon enough,” Meg said wryly, and she nodded at Dean. “Have you shown her around yet?”

His brows rose. “Around the house? No, as a matter of fact…”

He turned to you with a smile and offered his hand. “Got time for a quick tour?”

You smiled. It was Saturday, and you had a rare morning where you had nowhere else to be.

“I do now,” you agreed. And you took his hand.

Dean led you past the humble kitchen to the barracks, where there were several rows of cots. They were empty and made up with white sheets and dark green comforters.

“We’re all busy by now, but we stay quiet around here,” he explained. “Especially during night shifts, of course.”

He showed you where the bathrooms and showers were, along with passing by a large, closed office. Through the frosted doors, you could see a man talking firmly into a desk phone.

“Is that the Chief?” you asked.

Dean nodded. “Yep, that’s his office. Good ole’ Bobby.”

A scoff made both of your heads turn. Benny gave his friend a wry brow raise.

“Only this one gets away with callin’ him that,” he said. Though he gave you a kind look and touched your shoulder. “How are ya?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you smiled at him. It was just a bit weird for you, knowing he was dating your best friend.

You felt like you knew him from everything she’d told you, but you hadn’t actually been around him that much in person. Everything you knew about him had been pieced from stories you’d heard from either Andréa or Dean.

“I hear ships are sailing with you and Dre,” you quipped.

Benny chuckled with an imaginary tip of his hat. “Well, you’ve heard right.”

At Dean’s slightly curious look, Benny filled him in about his and Andréa’s sailing trip last weekend.

“Who the hell goes sailing in Kansas?” Dean remarked.

You had to laugh a little. “Andréa’s family owns a yacht club. They go boating on the river, mostly. But she goes to Greece every year…and I hear you’re planning to join her.”

Again, you looked over at Benny with good-natured teasing. He took it with a smile and a nod, even taking Dean’s raised eyebrows. His growing smile told you that his friend would be taking some shit about this later. And Benny knew it too.

“All right, I see you guys were in the middle of somethin’. Let me not get in the way,” Benny graciously bowed out with another chuckle. 

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, Captain, my Captain over here’s gotta find a parrot,” Dean ribbed.

Benny just rolled his eyes and gave a lazy wave as he departed.

You gave your boyfriend a bemused look. “What is he, a pirate?”

Dean shrugged. His grin was contagious.

“I just can’t picture that dusty lumberjack on a yacht,” he said. “God, what’s the world coming to?”

You shook your head and bit your lip against a giggle.

“All right, what’s next on the tour?” you asked.

Dean hummed, but after a moment, he brightened with an idea…and a sly look. He took your hand and led you over to a small side room behind the barracks. He opened the door and led you into what was essentially a cubicle, complete with a desk, chair, desktop, and a document filing unit, except it also had a cot in the far corner.

“Step into my office,” he said, gesturing with a hand. You gave him an impressed brow raise as you ventured inside.

“My man’s got his own office? Complete with a bedroom, I see.”

“Yeah. Benny’s got one too, since he’s Captain of the Rescue Squad,” said Dean.

You made note of this with another impressed hum. You then sat down in his comfy office chair and twirled around, before you began perusing his desk area. It was a bit cluttered for your tastes, but you had a feeling Dean was an “organized chaos” kind of guy.

Dean remained standing with casually crossed arms. He watched you trace a finger around one of the picture frames he had on his desk, though he had a few.

There was one of him and Sam after he graduated from law school, cap and gown and all. Another was one of Sam, Dean, and John on one of the rare camping trips they did when they were kids, for Dean’s 13th birthday.

“That’s my dad,” Dean supplied. He pointed at the man, handsome, salt-and-pepper beard, dark eyes, and broad shoulders. Your brows raised of their own accord as your eyes blinked wider.

“Wow, look at that silver fox. I see where the handsome genes came from,” you teased.

Dean’s lips curved in amusement. “I’ll tell him you said that.”

You gave him a sidelong glance and playfully jabbed at his side. But you returned your attention to the last frame.

The picture inside was of a beautiful blonde woman, holding a newborn baby bundled up in her arms. You could see his small pink face peeking out, as well as a little boy cheese grinning over her shoulder. Your attention lingered on this one.

“Is that…”

“Yeah. That’s my mom,” Dean confirmed.

“She’s beautiful,” you said softly.

“Yeah, she was,” he said with a nod. And a thought filtered through his mind, one he spoke without really thinking about it. “Wish she could’ve met you.”

You turned to him more fully then, with a bit of wonder hidden behind your eyes.

“Yeah?” you asked.

Something in Dean’s chest clenched, but he grazed your cheek with his thumb and nodded, giving you a reserved smile. It hadn’t been that long at all since he met you. Just a couple of months. He couldn’t deny it though. It was true.

“I think she would’ve liked you,” he said with a shrug. Like it wasn’t such a big deal.

You both knew that wasn’t the case.

You stood out of his desk chair and went to him, gripping the front of his gray lieutenant’s shirt. You leaned up on your toes for a kiss that almost immediately deepened. Dean cradled your cheek with one hand and pulled you in close by your hip with the other, but you were the one who licked sensuously into his mouth.

He hummed deep in his throat, pleased and a little surprised when you pushed at his chest. He took your cue to step back, leading you along with him when he sat down on the edge of the neatly made cot. He guided you down by your hips, but you didn’t sink down into his lap the way he expected.

Instead, you slotted his right thigh between your legs and took a comfortable seat. You slid up his thigh with slow friction, giving him a small smile as you twined your arms around his neck. A smirk graced his lips as he held your hips.

“Don’t pretend like this wasn’t your plan all along,” you said.

You’d caught the look in his eye before he led you into his office. It made you wonder (with a tremor of unease) just how many women he’d given the “grand tour” of his office…

But you couldn’t let yourself fall down that train of thought. It was a futile thing that would ultimately just upset you, and no doubt would frustrate him. Whatever he did before he started dating you was his business. You just had to focus on the here and now…

And right now, you could already see the half-pitched tent in your boyfriend’s uniform pants as he began to touch you.

“You’re the one who came prepared, Little Miss Easy Access,” Dean remarked. His hands slid up your thighs, bunching up your dress the farther he went. Your lower belly clenched in anticipation when he brushed the edge of your panties. “Maybe I wasn’t the only one with a plan.”

A more amused smile grew across your face, despite the blush warming your cheeks. Something had just occurred to you.

“There’s no way we’re allowed to do this here,” you whispered, but Dean’s grip on your hips was already encouraging you to rock against his thigh.

“No one’s gotta know,” he replied. His voice was deeper, laced with grit. “Just try to stay quiet.”

AN: ...🫣 Sorry for leaving it there lol. But hey! Official girlfriend status! 😂 And how'd you like how they dealt with the Marissa of it all, and the reader meeting Sam for the first time?

Of course, there will be more in Part 9.~

Next Time:

“Where’re you goin’?” he teased.

You let out a quiet laugh. “I think we’ve pressed our luck enough for today.”

Dean leaned in to kiss your cheek. His lips then veered off toward your ear.

“But see, I’m pretty damn sure that pussy’s still on fire,” he said.

The depths in his voice made you shiver. Your spine undoubtedly prickled with arousal again. He smiled.

“You understand, I can’t let you go just yet.”

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wrong kind of baller..?

benny “the jet” rodriguez x fem! basketball player! reader someone mentions (y/n) being really good playing ball and benny overhears, but it turns out it was another kind of ball. [let’s pretend it’s the 1990s]

   “hey! (y/n), is it?” you were walking home when you hear someone call out to you. it was a boy, dodgers cap, dark hair, around your age, pretty tall, and cute. really cute.   “yeah, why?” you ask clutching your backpack. you probably shouldn’t have answered so hastily. you had just moved in with your grandparents last month and you didn’t wanna die that quick.   “i heard from a few girls on the block that you’re good at ball, and i was wondering if wanted to play with me and my friends?” he stuck out his hand. you assumed he was asking for a handshake, but it seemed as if he just didn’t know where to put his hands. you reluctantly took his hand,   “what’s your name?”   “benny. benny rodriguez.”   “you got a ball?”   “yeah.”   “alright then.”

—

  you almost cackled when you saw the sandlot. that's what he meant by playing ball! no wonder he was wearing a dodgers cap. benny noticed you stifling a laugh.   “what’s wrong? you think you’re too good for the sandlot?”   “no, that’s not it. i just thought you meant basketball.” you finally let out a laugh,   “i have no idea how to play baseball!” benny’s face flushed slightly as his friends walked over.   “what’s the hold up! we gonna start or what?” one of the kids said.   “who’s this?”   “oooh, benny is this your girlfriend?”   “she isn’t my girlfriend! and i just brought her over here to play ball.”   “a girl?!”   “are you out of your mind?”   you decided to say something amidst the chaos.   “the name’s (y/n), and there’s been a mix up here. i play basketball, not baseball.”   “aw c’mon benny! you brought her over for nothing!” benny rolled his eyes at his teammates and took a spare glove out of his back pocket. he held it out to you.   “do you wanna learn?” he offered.   “no harm in trying, i guess.” you grinned, swiping it.

—

  no doubt about it, you were a natural. it took some getting used to, but you were pretty well-rounded. good with catching, throwing, batting, but terrible with rules.   “what do you mean i can’t do that?!” you were a bit confused, but that’s okay.   “i gotta go guys, my grandma’s gonna kill me if i don’t get home in time for dinner.” you joked, tossing benny the glove you borrowed. instead, he tossed it back to you.   “keep it. i’ll walk you home.”   “ooohhh benny, what’s next? are you gonna give her your—“   “shut it, squints!” you chuckled a bit and started jogging away, benny following after you.   “sorry about that,” he says,   “i don’t think they’ve ever talked to a girl thats not their mother.” you snorted unexpectedly, quickly slapping a hand on your mouth right after.    “oh my god.” you mumbled, embarrassed. benny smiled, but he didn’t say anything. to you, that meant he was mocking you, which embarrassed you even more. to him, he found it adorable, the way you laughed. you’d never know that though.   on the way home, you guys talked and got to know each other more. as cheesy as it is, you really wanted to date him. he was just so… amazing. you’d never admit to falling in love this fast, but you wanted tell him so bad.   “this is me” you pointed out, walking onto your driveway.   “alright,” he murmured softly, stopping where he stood.   “bye! see you tomorrow maybe?” he waved at you. with his stupid goofy smile

—

  you ran towards him and awkwardly grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles. you internally scolded yourself for not kissing his cheek. he laughed it off, doing it back to you. god, he was adorable. you grabbed his hand again, this time keeping it.   “i’ll come by tomorrow, but maybe we could stop by an amusement park sometime? together. alone?”   “of course.”

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My Man Ch3

Summary: here is another chapter ! Long one!! Not giving too much away. Lots of drama,and fluff. For those Will miller fans? He makes a cameo!

Chilly, Fall hits Oklahoma. Finally. Chance to wear hoodies, flannel shirts especially my cowboy’s On this particular morning sitting on the porch enjoying my cup of soothing tea. Ginger with a touch lemon. Adjusting my messy bed hair out of my face to see a familiar face before me. My Mitch. Wearing his usual pj's messy hair as well. Poor thing, still tired. Oh I know this latest situation has caused us to be on our guard. Noticed him watching me closely,and I'm so grateful for that since I'm too on edge. Too scared for what might happen in the long run. Never been like this since the horrible day in Texas. Reason for leaving to start over. Told myself never to be that. Mitch leans against the railing looking into my eyes seeing that I need him. As much as he needs me. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes,” I know what you are thinking baby. Scared any of those thugs might…” He rushed over to hold me close,” I know sugar.. Shh… Can't risk any like what happened to Jimmy, to see ya knocked out . Shit?! Armand is gonna pay!” 

Yesterday:

After that meeting with Tyson. Which made us even more cautious. While doing my usual duties at the bar. Bigfoot cleared his throat,” Have a visitor. Says he is your brother?if he isn't? I'll kick his ass.” Laughed as I go outside,” Thanks big guy. Mitch would be glad ya did that.” Opening the door to see my big brother in his regular Henley shirt,jeans,and boots. Arms crossed,” Nice security darlin.  Reason for the visit. Was wondering if you were available to spend the day with me? Haven't got the chance to hang out with my baby sister on this trip. Think your boss can spare his girlfriend ?” Kissed his cheek as I walked towards the door,” Oh he will . If not? I'll have to persuade him in my own way. “ He rolled his eyes,” Hay! I rather not know how you would do that. Besides, you're worse than Benny.  Speaking of him. Gonna call to see how he's doing.” 

Mitch was worried at first. Telling me to be safe. Hugs me again,” Have fun. Ya need it. Text me if ya see anythin out of the ordinary. Anything at all. I'll do the same. Now get “ Spanks me as I head out. Winked at him,” Naughty cowboy. That's what you are. Want ya to be safe too. Love you.” Mitch inched over to kiss me deeply,” love you too my little breeze. With all of my heart. On the way back? Can you stop by our favorite bakery? Can go  for somethin sweet, ya know? Cake we shared on our first official date?” Lingered we bit longer till sound of Will clearing his throat,” Ahem? Can we get goin? Tummy is grumblin.” Mitch cleared his throat,” Say? How about staying here ? Bout to make breakfast. Besides, others would love to meet ya. Also.. can tell some stories about my baby here?” Blushed at the thought. He never missed an opportunity to embarrass me. 

Glad Mitch did that. Sounds of laughter is what the bar needed right now. Me? Wanna kill him,but I just listen. Forgot how well he tells stories. Watching made me smile. Heard Goodie,” She shot a dude in the hand!Really! We better not be near her then!!” Har har! Slug Will’s shoulder,” it was an accident! Was a BB gun. Benny was cleaning it. Walked by and pulled the trigger. Didn't know there was BBs in the chamber. Benny had to get it out of his hand. Least it didn't affect his shooting,and fighting.” After a few more stories. We left. First stop? Margaret’s 

“ So… how was the interview, big brother? When do ya start? Come on spill already!” Gripping the wheel as he drives. Looking to see that expression on his face said enough. Stops at a red light,” Turned it down. You would too if you have your ex as your boss. Still hurts so ya know after 7 years. Till I receive an email from the VFW back home. Need  someone to help Veterans receive their benefits. I'm gonna do it.” I know it must have hurt to see her after all of those years. Hated her!! Was a bitch from the word go! Almost ruined my relationship with him! All her lies about me trying to ruin her relationship with Will! Glad she isn't part of his life. 

Once we arrived at the ranch I could hear lots of yelling! Armand yelled at Spencer ! Hate him to no end! He is always drunk and shit. Rude to me when I refused to serve him any more drinks. Went over,” Hay, gal don't let him get to ya kay? He's a jackass “ Spencer nods,” I know. He just got fired. What brings you by cuz?” Looking towards Will practically smiling,” Thought we come by to visit you. Has been awhile. Besides, I'm itching to ride a horse. Been way too long “ Rolled my eyes at that remark. He rides all the time. Calms his nerves when he has a panic attack. After his interview, I think it will be a good idea. Spencer leads him towards the nearest stable. Armand spots me as he walks over,” Oh look who it is. Mr. Second in command’ s whittle girlfriend. Spying on me ? Gonna tattle tail on me?” Like I fucking care about his drinking additude. Just ignore him as I watch Will ride. Spencer stands next to me,” So.. how are things? Last time we talked you  went back home. Hope you didn't see you know who?” Took a deep breath,” Haven't seen him thank God! Was there long enough to settle Grampy's estate. Followed by Benny’s breakdown. Took his death hard. Ya know? Glad Will didn't get the job. He needs to be in TX. So he could be there for him. “ Spencer is smart . Could see right through me. Knows something else is bothering me. We practically grew up together. Like a sister I never had. Before opening the gate so Will can lead the horse to her stable,” Don't let your past ruin your future. Stop worrying. Your ex doesn't know where you are. Will and Benny made sure of that. For now the record? I'm glad you have Mitch. “ Me too. So glad I have him. Couldn't live without him. Has been my rock. Like I'm his. 

Moment later Mitch texted me. Wanted to know how I'm doing. Told him that I miss him. Hope he's okay. That I love him. Also that Will would drop me off that Bred to Buck later. Gonna miss him. Had  to get back to the hotel. Have an early flight tomorrow. Told me he would bring Benny next time. Even added that his friends miss me. That's sweet. 

Next stop was the bakery to pick up the cake Mitch wanted. Carrot cake followed by some pastries for tomorrow’s breakfast. On our way to Bred to Buck. On the way there I feel something isn't right. Couldn't put my finger on it. 

Got out of his truck. Gave Will  a hug. Kissed his scruffy face,” Be careful going home. Call me when you get home. Tell everyone I love them. “ He nods as he drives away. Once I entered the bar. Heard  a shot coming from the counting office! Feared for my life. Hide behind the bar till I see Armand! With a huge bag of money! Wtf! Tried to stop him! He comes at me,” Out of my way! “ Pushed me hard against the wall till everything went dark. 

Time passed . Don't know how long though. Till I opened my eyes. Noticed that I’m in the hospital? Mitch in a chair asleep? My poor baby! Moaned to him,” Where am I?” Sound of my voice woke him up. Rushed over,” I'm here baby. Shhh…  tell ya what happened. Jimmy got shot. Sadly, he didn't make it. When we got back? Goodie filled us in on what happened. Till we found ya unconscious. Was scared darlin. Brought ya here to get checked out. Have a concussion. Means have to rest. Gonna fuckin kill Armand!! Hate he did this to ya!” Oh I know how he would do that. Beat him senseless. Don't blame him though. That's how he is. Defending my honor every chance he got.

After being discharged. Mitch took me home. Never left my side. Never seen him so scared. I was too! Laid my head on his warm chest. Playing with his chain on his neck. Mitch kissed my head as he rubs my back,” Penny for your thoughts? “ Took a deep breath,” I'm just scared ya know. Fear what's gonna happen now? Do we go after those thugs?” Mitch pulled me close to him. While taking a deep breath,” You bet we are. Except you. Have to set this one out. Remember what the doc said.” Yeah I do hate to be sidelined! Want to help! My new family is in danger! Now? All I need is Mitch. His touches, kisses,and his sweet singing voice. Hums Won't give up on you by Jana Kramer. Kiss his chest again,” Love how you still remember that song. Caught me singing it . First time ever seeing ya  tear up. My tough guy.” Kissed my forehead again,” Beautiful song. Way ya sang it? Got to me.Love when you sing. Soothes me to now end. Now close dem eyes. Need to rest. Love you my little breeze.” Love him too. 

One thing I know! Dwight and the others will get who's responsible for this tragedy! Not gonna rest till that happens! No one threats my new family,and gets away with it! 

Note: this one got away from me. Lots of emotions in this. Was going to include a scene where Tina and Breezy chat. Planning on getting to that in a mini chapter.

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Request:I was wondering if you can do a Benny weir x reader where Benny shows her who she belongs too bc Jesse starts to flirt with her if that’s ok with you but if not then that’s alright!😊 love the writing by the way

Yes I've been inactive for a long time. No we aren't gonna talk about it.

Benny Weir x Reader

Warnings: some swearing here and there

Summer has finally come to an end. Time to go back to your favoirte yet least favorite place. White Chapel High. You loved your friends and kinda had fun fighting all the crazy supernatural shit that came around but at the same time it was school. How great could it be. Hopefully this year would be better since you and Benny started dating. Orientation started a few days ago but you weren't a freshman so you didn't have to go. Ugh. Just thinking about the annoying freshman crowding the halls made you already want death.

You arrived early to school sine you were so excited to see Benny but you were a little too early. There was actually nobody there yet.

7:25 and the doors finnally opened so you could hang out inside at least. It was a bit chilly this morning and you left your jacket at home. Other people finally showed up so you felt a little less awkward now.

You stopped by your locker to drop off your lunch when some guy started hitting on you.

"Hey good lookin" you could practically hear his smirk

"Uhm, can I help you?" You quickly responded already feeling uncomfortable

"Well if you truly want to help, youll give me your number" he closed your locker gently

You laughed and literally walked away.

You'd hoped he wouldn't follow, but he did.

"Um pardon me but I asked for your number" he sounded demanding.

You stopped in the middle of the hallway, turned around and said "fuck off would ya" and continued walking. This time he didn't follow.

1st period rolls around and of course you have a class with the jerk who bugged you all morning luckily Benny was also in that class

The teacher assigned partners for this project and you manifested Benny as your partner so hard yet the universe worked against you.

"Y/N and Jesse" she said, mispronouncing your name.

"fuck" you think to yourself

You stood up to go sit with your partner when he interrupted you

"ah allow me" he smirked

You rolled your eyes and sat back down, looking at Benny for reassurance, who frowned at you when he got partnered with some jock

Jesse sat himself next to you putting his arm on your chair, you sit forward and try to ignore him, basically doing the project alone, you frequently looked up at Benny hoping he'd notice your inconvenience.

When he did finally look up he almost jumped out of his seat, but decided against it to not cause a scene, and also not get his ass kicked by Jesse.

Jesse once again started prying at you for your number, completely ignoring your disinterest

"so you must not have heard me earlier" he spoke "I don't enjoy being ignored" he sounded more threatening now.

Benny heard this and decided to intervene despite the teacher scolding him to sit down. He walked over to you and crouched down to grab something from your bag.

"Hey honeybun just need my chapstick, are we still going to burger bar for lunch?"

You immediately played into the sudden lunch plans

"yeah I just gotta be back by 1 for my extra credit in photography" you said making it as believable as possible.

Benny stood up slow, put a hand on your cheek and shared a short yet passionate kiss with you, making eye contact with Jesse after, his glare alone could kill a man.

The teacher scolded Benny once more to get back to work and stop distracting other students, Benny shot her a look as well.

Jesse scoffed and worked silently til the end of the class, the bell rang and the teacher asked Benny to stay late. Great just what you needed.

You took as long as possible to leave class, waiting for Jesse to be out of sight, however your teacher wasn't starting conversation with your boyfriend while you were there so you still had to leave.

You reluctantly step into the hallway expecting to see Jesse at the corner, but you were pleasantly surprised when he wasn't there. Your teachers voice faded as you walked down the hall towards your next class. You don't have your next class with Benny so you'll probably just text him about whatever Mrs. Fletcher said to him.

You get to your next class and we're relieved to see no Jesse and a familiar Rory in the corner. You quickly claimed your seat next to him as he excitedly started rambling about something you've already lost track of.

About 15 minutes into class another student walked in late.

"fucksake" you mumble

"what did I do now?" Rory panicked

"Not you Rory, for once"

Jesse walked in smirking at you. He dropped some paper by your desk, you didn't even bother to look twice at it

"Sorry Im late, last minute schedule change, realized I liked photography more than theater" you could feel his devilish smile with every word.

Photography is now a class you'll be ditching.

Lunch time rolled around and you were on your way to Benny's car when Jesse stopped you, only now he's not asking.

"listen princess I know you think you're too good for me or something by pretending to date that nerd, I'll admit even this kiss was a little convincing, I just don-"

You cut him off

"pretending???" You began laughing at him "you're just upset that I can see actual value in a person"

Oh he's pissed now. Jesse pushed you into Benny's car.

"the only value that boy has is as a meal" he flashed his teeth

Benny came out of nowhere and actually punched Jesse in the face.

"that's my fucking girlfriend you leech" he shouted

To say you were shocked is an understatement. Seeing Benny this angry was so new, and in all honesty quite attractive since he's fighting for you.

"get in the car" he says softly to you as he opens the door for you.

Jesse got up and was ready to attack but Sarah got there in time to have a dramatic standoff with him while Benny got on the driverside.

You watched Jesse storm off in the rear view mirror as Benny angrily drove off.

"love, are you okay?" Benny said with full concern, "are you hurt at all?"

You smiled softly at him "my head hurts a bit, I may have dented your car"

He opened his glove box that has random stuff like napkins, ketchup packets and ibuprofen in it, he handed you 2 for your headache.

"wanna go home and watch movies?" He asked

"but my extra credit" you said sadly

"come on we deserve this, And you're technically hurt so I should be taking care of you" he grabbed your hand and rubbed it softly.

"Benny Weir you are a bad influence" you said laughing "but I get to pick the movie"

"deal!" He shouted in excitment

Ok so I got a little off track I just kinda kept rolling because I didn't want it to be too short. I hope you enjoy and once again. Apologies for starving you all 😭

[crawlingforwardx]

Prom was definitely the big leagues as far as school dances went. Most people might not remember the Homecoming Queen 10 years from now but they would never forget the Prom Queen, whether it was out of pure admiration or bitter resentment. They would just need to play their cards right and not underestimate Tina's determination to overtake Alice this time.

Still quietly scheming to help Alice's comeback, Steve's a bit caught off guard when she suddenly blurts out her request. "I--" He starts to protest, concluding that would take him off the market for the rest of the year and further kill his dating life. Even if he didn't hate the idea because he was actually having fun tonight, more than he would've with some other girl. Effectively squashing that thought before he could expand on it and why he might feel that way, he waits to hear Alice out.

He considers the possibility as well as her points. Steve was pretty much guaranteed to be crowned King, same as he had been tonight. He liked Alice's odds, genuinely believing tonight had just been an odd turn of events because Tina had the pity card in her hand. However, if Alice wanted to maximize her chances then he would give her the helping hand. "Yeah, okay." He said as he took a pull off his cigarette and blew the smoke away from her; tapping the ash from the tip. "But we go as friends. I can't keep up the act for a whole year." Especially when he could barely go five seconds without having some kind of non-platonic thought about her, which wasn't at all helped by all the heavy smooching and touching they did publicly to keep up the act. It was a struggle that went beyond his ladies man image and activities.

As the conversation shifted closer to the present, Steve gives a nod acknowledging her statement. "Cool costumes." Emphasis on the cool because he knew Alice held a fondness for Star Wars when it wasn't exactly his idea of it. "Something that'll outshine her and whatever guy she manages to rope in to be her date." It was definitely something for them to consider after Homecoming.

Steve felt a warmth start to creep in as she teases sharing a chocolate shake at Benny's afterward. Just like they had done for their 'fake date' the other weekend to feed the illusion of being together. He had been so hyper aware of it and the closeness of her in the booth the entire time. "Of course, Ali," he teases back, trying to keep a cool and casual tone as if he hadn't just been thinking about that last time. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if we didn't share one?"

[ @crawlingforwardx ]

When Steve lays it all out, it seems so simple and straightforward. As easy as showing up on Monday in a killer outfit and pretending that Tina winning is just a bump in the road, barely worth stumbling over. His confidence makes it easy to believe and Alice would, if Tina hadn't just blindsided her with the infuriatingly clever play she'd used to take Homecoming.

Clearly, she'd underestimated Tina and it's not something she can afford to do again.

Steve isn't wrong, though. Prom is a much bigger deal to most people than Homecoming and winning that crown...

...statistically isn't something she can do by herself.

"--Go to prom with me?" she blurts out, heat prickling across her cheeks. She holds up a hand, asking Steve to hear her out. "We'll still--" break up "--stick to the plan, but if you're not with someone, I think we should go together. In the past five years, there's only been one Prom Queen who didn't go with her respective King. Your odds are good, but mine are better with you."

She lets her hand fall, trying not to think about how her heart had jumped at the idea of going with him, and lifts a shoulder. "It's forever from now, so I don't expect an answer, but do me a favour and think about it, please?"

Brushing a loose curl away from her face, Alice considers their options for Tina's party. They could throw their own, of course, given that neither of their parents would likely be home for the holiday, and steal Tina's thunder, but that might come across as petty. Petty would look weak. Going to the party and overshadowing Tina at her own event would play better.

"We'll need killer costumes," she states.

Couple's costumes.

Her own smile brightens in response to his, but softens the longer she looks at him. Feeling too warm, she looks down at her feet for a few moments before she looks up at him through her lashes in a way that feels just the right amount of over-the-top to keep it from coming across as genuinely flirty.

"You wanna share a chocolate shake with me, Stevie?" she teases, the nickname he hasn't gone by in years tumbling out. "Extra whipped cream... two straws... just like in the movies?"

[spritey100]

I have a bunch of head canons so I’m gonna put them in different posts. I’ll put parts 1-3 here cause I don’t feel like constantly tagging

Part 1? 1/?

-- Ethan makes mild "your mom jokes" about Benny's grandmother when the duo is alone

-- Benny probably had a crush on Erica at some point even if it wasn't for that long

-- If they were to survive the last episode, Ethan would be the first to wake up

-- Sarah had a mental breakdown after sucking the venom out of Ethan

-- Erica was the one who persuaded Sarah to drink blood in that one episode

-- Erica liked Rory at some point whether it was romantically or platonically

-- Sometimes Ethan does good things for his sister and is overprotective cause he's scared something will happen to her like everything happens to him

-- Ethan almost cried after Sarah killed his pet turtle- for a 2nd time

-- Jesse had good intentions with Sarah at first but got too obsessed with the relationship.

-- They did NOT die from the explosion

-- Ethan is obsessed with having a rubber duck while taking a bath

-- Benny laughs at Ethan for still liking baths even though he takes them just as much as Ethan.

-- Sarah sometimes takes Jane for ice cream so she doesn't feel left out

-- Ethan secretly knows tons of everyone's personal secrets that he could use for blackmail at any moment

-- Benny still occasionally jokes about Sarah being "Ethan's babysitter" to this day

-- Ethan got his old phobia back. Worse than ever.

-- Erica and Rory are pretty much ready to live forever. They vibe.

-- Ethan finds Jane's drama shows nerve wracking

-- The siren girl was probably either possessed or a demon

-- Ethan hates mermaids

-- Ethan hates among us

-- Benny and Rory make fun of Ethan because he has a mental breakdown every time he can't swipe his credit card

-- His parents probably yelled at Ethan because of the "cake incident"

-- Benny is secretly extremely overprotective of Ethan

-- Benny, Ethan and Rory go out at least once every few weeks for a "boys night"

Headcanons part 2:

Ethan absolutely despises coffee

Ethan and Rory are touch deprived

Ethan can cook simple meals

Benny is banned from the kitchen, but can actually cook simple meals as well

Sarah can cook a bit more advanced things like pasta but isn’t a whole chef

Rory is banned from the kitchen and can’t cook simple meals

Erica doesn’t cook

Ethan has a journal about the past monsters they fought

Headcanons 3/?

None of the cast identify as a different gender from what they actually are

Ethan is petrified of zombies but only freaks out about it if it’s brought up in a certain way

Erica loved Benny as a friend when she was still human

Ethan actually cherishes him and Rory’s friendship and wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him, which nobody else does.

Benny practices his spells a lot when he’s not at school or not with Ethan.

Sarah and Erica are both straight

Rory on rare occasions will get very clingy to Ethan since he’s so much nicer to him than anyone else is.

Rory sometimes takes Ethan flying and it scares the shit out of him

Sarah and Rory sometimes give Benny dating advice

Ethan secretly loves flowers

Jesse wants to die on good terms

Once every few weeks Erica and Sarah will overload herself with chocolate for a day