#this is how we discover that the switch for the neighborhood water line is in our yard

[sillylildude]

Came home from the gym disgustingly sweaty, looking forward to a long shower followed by washing the dishes and doing some laundry and making dinner, only to be greeted the moment I pull into my driveway by two dudes in my front yard telling me “we had to shut your water off :) it’ll be back on in a few hours maybe :)”

[riszellira]

Memorial of Saint Barnabas, Apostle

Reflection: Missing the Light

I was thirteen years old when I experienced one of the worst typhoons I can remember on the night between October 18 and 19, 1985. For months after that, there was no electricity and water. I had to bring pails and other containers and line up with the men and women of the neighborhood to fetch water from a hand pump. Classes resumed even if there was no electricity. To make matters worse, it was the time for quarterly examinations. I remembered our school principal saying: “Try to get used to studying by the light of the candles or kerosene lamps. Jose Rizal became successful in the same way.” And we all laughed.

But, indeed, it was difficult. It went on like that until one afternoon in December, when it was almost time for Christmas vacation, I tried switching on the lights and discovered that there was electricity. Our faces were bright that evening, enjoying the light that we had missed for about two months.

We came to appreciate the light that night and the days that followed because we had yearned for it for a long time. Even if we had become used to the darkness or insufficient light, there was always room to hope for more illumination.

There are two possibilities that may happen when it comes to missing the light: either we get used to it and no longer look for it, or we yearn for it and it gives us joy with its brilliance.

Jesus told His disciples that we are the light of the world. Have we gotten used to the insufficient light given by others? Are we missing the light that should be shining? If each of us take seriously the call to be light to others, then we will have a bright world.

~Fr. Joel Camaya, SDB

How do you let your light shine? Do you also help others to shine by bringing out the best in them?

Lord, let me give You glory as I shine Your light. Amen.

Prayer

… for a deep and profound respect for life, especially for the unborn.

… for the strength and healing of the sick.

… for the healing and peace of all families.

Finally, we pray for one another, for those who have asked our prayers and for those who need our prayers the most.

GOD BLESS!

[hoyaanae]

My thoughts and all the things I love about Lovely Us (2020)

This drama really surprised me with how good it was written and made despite already knowing that this is highly rated by my cdrama mutuals. First ep right off the bat made me laugh and cry. The following eps kept the flow really well and established the characters and their relations. Before I know it, I'm already in love and attached to the characters and everything about this drama. It's very charming, calming and heartwarming to watch. The acting, writing, execution, ost, and production are well-done.

Set in 2007, this is another drama with nostalgic vibe that will remind you of your childhood and probably teenage years as well of your old neighborhood and the people you used to hang out with when you're younger. Even though I'm kinda fed up with childhood friends to lovers trope by now, this one did it the right way. Romance is slowburn but the buildup isn't slow at all. The main cp are so cute despite the daily bickerings that you just can't help but root for them to be together. It also have unrequited love trope where you'll see the character continuously root for that person and not expecting anything in return. There's no antagonist/evil characters in this story, just your feel-good slice-of-life drama with a touch of teenage romance in it.

Another strong point this drama have is the friendship and family dynamics. The five main leads have such amazing and solid friendship and their chemistry with each other is very natural to watch you'll wish you have the kind of friendship they have. It's endearing how their respective families are friends with one another and the parents have absolute trust with their children even allowing them to stay in closed room, have overnight at their house without adult supervision and even go to outdoor camping sharing one tent. It's refreshing to see how they showcased different parenting styles in each household and the parents aren't portrayed as someone controlling, instead they understand and communicate with their children. There's even one case wherein a parent realized he's doing it wrong so he asked for advice and help from his son's friend in order to get closer with his son.

Unlike other dramas, this one never drags out misunderstandings and touches the issue in the most heartwarming way that it never felt annoying or frustrating to watch, instead I became emotional at those moments that I can't help but shed a tear or ugly cry.

The characters are funny, full of mischief but sweet and thoughtful on the inside. It's a delight to watch them get together and have their little meetings, bicker and help each other out.

The ost will surely stay on repeat in my playlist for the next few days or weeks even. The song choices fit the mood so well and I find myself heavily lss-ed with the opening song. The song "Can I See You Tomorrow?" gives off the ultimate nostalgic vibe and reminds me of one ISWAK ost.

What really stood out to me the most are the moments in each ep wherein a certain character will narrate his/her thoughts about love, life, and family. They're beautifully and oftentimes poetically written matching with flashback scenes that made the dialogue even more heartfelt.

Here are some of the lines that are deeply engraved in my heart because they are beautifully written and will really go well as book passages:

"Once people become parents, their memory begins to become biased. They always remember they are their children's most reliable parents, but often forget that they are also children loved by their own parents. When they are waiting for their children to come back home, they forget that their own parents are also waiting for their return in a similar mood."

"The audio frequency of the sound when a snowflake falls on the water surface is over 50,000 Hz. Because it falls beyond human being's hearing range, this snowy day is still so quiet that it seems I can only hear my own heartbeat and that it seems there is only me and the person in front of me on this planet with a population of 6.6 Billion. I hope this world can be noiser so that I can pretend that I've never discovered this secret."

"They think that the probability is just 0.01, so they put on the emperor's new clothes, trying to hide their affections with magic. But affections are not that easy to hide. Even if the probability is pretty low, it will be revealed at a certain moment. So on that rainy night, while looking at her back, he found that the most obvious evidence of falling in love with her was the feeling of easement in his heart and the smile on his face when he looked at her."

"You think nothing will change as time flies by. But this time, the moment you let go and turn around, some things completely changed. The sun went down and before it rises again, some people will leave you forever. We always thought that there would be a big ceremony to say goodbye, so we keep waiting for a warm hug, a refreshing drink, and a heartfelt goodbye, but in the end, we realized that most goodbyes in our lives are all silent."

"At that silent corner in my mind, there are a number of weird illusions. For example, can I become Alice who enters the wonderland with White Rabbit? For example, can I become the little girl who enters the forest with Totoro? For example, is there some special switch in this box which can teleport me? No, none of them exist. There's no flying dragons or knights, and I'm not the heroine of some comics for girls, either. However, the only thing I'm sure about is that this escape greatly shocks my world. My palms would sweat, and my sight would be indistinct. Then my view becomes narrower and narrower until there's room for only one person in my eyes. After a long time, I know such a moment is named adventure, in which the one in your eyes is irreplaceable."

"The familiar chirping of cicadas on summer nights, the familiar bear doll who must lean by the lamb, the familiar lovely girl who frowns even when she sleeps, and the 17-yr-old time wrapped by the sense of familiarity never seem to have changed. The only difference is that when I look at the familiar him, I feel a flurry and uneasiness that I have never expected."

"There are many new days like today. Today, he holds my hand. Today, he holds me in his arms. Today, he carries me on his back and runs in the street in the early morning. Many days with him like today will eventually become my unforgettable past days. I'll remember days like today for a long time."

"Friendship means so much to us. It brings us close, and makes me flinch, so sometimes we just tell ourselves that as long as we're together, I can be just a friend of hers. But the taxi that I failed to catch, the phone calls that have been hung up, the time that's flying and my restless heart are telling me eagerly that in this world, both love and friendship are important. Every detail related to you is reminding me that we can't be just friends. So when it's still not too late, I have to tell you the things that I want to tell you as soon as possible. Huang Chengzi, I like you."

"In this world, it seems like all wishes have a guardian. Wishing wells, shooting stars, the aquarium's white whale. They're all hiding in the corners of the universe caressing the sorrow of loving someone alone. It's just that the god of happiness can't bless everyone out there. They let some people be happy and their wishes come true, and let some be sad, but they can't admit how sad they really are. The feeling of being in love is like a butterfly gently flapping its wings, that stirs up a hurricane in people's hearts. The second you realize it, then there's no escape."

[paxtonukjx692]

17 Reasons Why You Should Ignore night eco-friendly scrunchies with bow

Eco-Friendly Scratchy Deals With

Environment-friendly scrunchies are a kind of healthy junk food that is also good for you. Scrunchies, which are little cups of scrumptious dried fruits and nuts, was the initial healthy food thing made by The Hershey Business back in 1908. Since then, numerous various other firms have attempted to jump on the environment-friendly bandwagon, so how do you know which scrunchy maker is your best option?

First, try to find a business that utilizes components expanded without damaging chemicals or pesticides. Look likewise for components that are recycled and also reused whenever feasible. Additionally, you want to select scrunchies that are produced locally as well as in a location that values the atmosphere. These are the types of companies that I believe you will discover operating in Toronto. As a matter of fact, you might wish to support a neighborhood farmer to make your very own natural scrunchies for you and your family members.

One way to tell if a business is green or otherwise is to try to find what remains in their active ingredients. Many organic scrunchies have no gluten or artificial sweeteners, along with no trans fats, chloride, or phosphates. Additionally, try to find something called "sugar-free" or "hypo-allergenic". Equally as crucial as these are, search for something called "safe".

It is also crucial to search for a company that has signed the Compact for Safe Cosmetics. This means that the firm buys its ingredients from suppliers that are required to utilize renewable energies. A few of one of the most crucial ingredients to look for are palm oil as well as agave nectar, which are generated from honey. Hand oil is one more essential ingredient due to the fact that it is extensively identified as a sustainable product. Agave nectar has actually been utilized as a natural food as well as an alternate sweetener for centuries.

Most companies buy natural ingredients, however several simply obtain the "natural" name on the tag based on the label. Some firms declare that they are "synthetically" organic based on the way they process their items. If you consider the list of components, though, there will commonly be some of the "genuine" active ingredients. These are veggie oils or waxes, which are actually not natural.

I like to purchase a selection of various kinds of environmentally friendly scrunchies. There are likewise a number of various kinds that I make myself. I like making cookies with 100% natural peanut butter. The other day I made a set of quinoa munchies, which were delicious as well as somewhat more costly than the store-bought stuff. In my viewpoint, you can get a large amount on environmentally friendly scrunchies just by knowing what components remain in your item.

You might be amazed to learn that the active ingredients noted on the back of the packaging are not always what you're going to be getting. There are commonly active ingredients like hydrogenated veggie oils, which are bad for you. (There's a reason the active ingredients are on the back.) Yet a lot of firms utilize high-fructose corn syrup and artificial sweeteners, which are bad for you in general, however are better for the lower line.

By checking the ingredients checklist for the components made use of to produce your scrunchies, you can quickly inform which firms are using good-for-you components. I would certainly also suggest purchasing your scrunchies from small businesses. The bigger firms that are pushing natural and "green" products frequently do not do it for the local business proprietor.

When buying online, take a look at the shipping details. Numerous business will certainly utilize their own brand name of sweetener in their items, which is not necessarily better than the artificial alternatives. Also, make sure that you review the manufacturing process. You should know what chemicals enter into the making of your friendly scrubs.

Lastly, look for organic brand names. This is very important if you appreciate the setting. You should have to get your hands on premium, healthy and balanced ingredients. It's not worth your while to spend cash on a low-cost natural option. As a matter of fact, you'll possibly locate that the less expensive products do not execute as well.

Nowadays, there are various kinds of environmentally friendly scrunchies to choose from. Search for great companies using ingredients that benefit you. Likewise, pick natural brands that want to offer you a refund if you're not satisfied. When you take these actions, you can have healthy as well as guilt-free mouth watering items that are good for the atmosphere.

Eco-Friendly Sc Crunchies

Environmentally friendly scrunchies are getting popularity. We're hearing more about the chemicals and toxic substances in foods. We understand that a number of these are taken in right into our bodies, causing health problems. That's why switching over to much healthier, safer products, such as scrunchies, is an excellent concept. Below are several of the most effective face conceals Toronto business make:

Babassu - It has natural moisturizers, which help to moisturize as well as soften your skin without blocking pores. It's an entirely all-natural item, so it's safe for also sensitive skin. In addition to being moisturizing, it also keeps dirt as well as grime out of your pores and also keeps your skin soft and also supple. Babassu is additionally a natural sunblock.

Aloe Vera - This is another component discovered in all-natural products. Nonetheless, when you get in the shop, it's normally weakened with various other active ingredients. When you make your own, you can utilize the gel as much or as little as you like. Popular components include Aloe Vera Juice, Orange Peel Powder, Shea Butter, and also Honey.

Bentonite Clay - You have actually possibly become aware of this, because it's been in utilized for years. It's understood for its capacity to take in toxic substances, which makes it an excellent scrubbing agent. https://en.search.wordpress.com/?src=organic&q=eco-friendly scrunchie As with all scrunchies, active ingredients need to be picked thoroughly to obtain the most effective outcomes. Bentonite clay can cause some level of sensitivity in people with allergic reactions. If you're not sure whether or not it would certainly be an excellent choice for your searching needs, contact your local salon or wellness store. Their staff will be able to provide you suggestions on which components to look for as well as just how much.

Scallop Shells - If you enjoy freshness as well as the outdoors, then shellfish is definitely for you. If you love the freshness and also the outdoors however hesitate of frying them, then choose algae! It's loaded with nutrients and also can be utilized as a base for your scrunchies. Of course, since it's all natural you can also make use of various other active ingredients. What's best is that it has the ability to maintain moisture to ensure that they don't dry swiftly after being prepared.

Natural herbs and also Veggies - Another natural base for scrunchies is fresh herbs and vegetables. These are very easy to grow in your very own back yard, as well as you'll make certain to locate a lot of herbs and also veggies in your regional food store. It's finest to find natural ingredients to ensure that you know your youngsters aren't consuming toxins or chemicals. Beware however, some herbs can be harmful, specifically if they are taken inside.

Baking Soda as well as Other All-natural Active Ingredients - Sc Crunchies aren't simply filled with crispy, nourishing deals with anymore! There's so much greater than meets the eye these days! For example, cooking soda is terrific at eliminating discolorations from glasses and counter tops, and also even steel utensils. You can also make a wonderful scrub with baking soft drink, vinegar, and water. It's good for cleaning and also aids remove odors.

To conclude, we've talked about making your own all-natural as well as organic scrunchies. There's no much better means to consume healthy. Not just will you recognize that your kids are obtaining the nutrients they need, yet you're additionally assisting the environment as well! Today, there are a lot of various options when it pertains to producing green scrunchies made from organic components. You can also do it in your home without every one of the untidy tidy up included with getting pre-packaged scrunchies.

If you have kids, then you recognize just how vital it is to make your youngsters consume secure and also healthy and balanced food. Lots of kids won't consume fruits or vegetables if they come in contact with a food chemical. Thankfully, there are numerous environment-friendly scrunchies that use food chemicals or 'natural' flavors rather. You can find scrunchies made with organic apples, carrots, beets, strawberries, and also much more. These scrunchies are healthy and balanced and also taste better than typical unhealthy food.

If you have pets, after that you know how challenging it can be to keep their health. Several pet proprietors, myself consisted of, utilize store purchased dog biscuits and also food in order to offer them with antioxidants and vitamins. However, lots of pet dogs don't such as the taste of natural pet dog food, and they likewise create allergic reactions and diseases that resemble common troubles with people. Making your own green scrunchies is the most effective way to see to it your pet obtains all the nutrients he requires, along with staying clear of the usual risks connected with store got dog deals with.

There are many scrunchies that are eco-friendly friendly that it's difficult to recognize where to begin. If you love fruits, there are dozens of recipes for organic route mix readily available online. If you like veggies, you can make your own veggie popcorn as well as add natural nuts and herbs to the mix. If cereal is extra your point, there are lots of recipes available for organic almond, entire grain, as well as granola cereal. There are likewise a lot of dishes offered for making your own raw biscuits as well as cookies. By using these as well as other recipes, you can develop scrunchies that benefit your body and also helpful for the environment.

Eco-Friendly Scrumptious Cooking Treats

Environmentally friendly scrunchies have ended up being rather prominent throughout the globe and also it has actually come to be a fantastic means to enter an environmentally friendly way of life. You can enjoy the tastes of natural active ingredients in addition to making use of reasonable profession materials as well as approaches while still appreciating a delicious mouth watering reward. These tasty little productions are all expanded without damaging chemicals as well as are produced from recycled products.

Green scrunchies are primarily used recycled excess textile as well as non-biodegradable reducing scraps of natural pastes and also various other natural resources. Update your appearance with natural and also fair trade scrunchies made from recycled products. The natural products used include corn starch, sugarcane, coconut fiber, alfalfa powder, wheat flour, soybean oil, sugar, aloe as well as other organic natural herbs and also spices. All these items are certified by various third parties, making certain that you are making a great decision when purchasing your scrunchy deals with.

There are many different kinds of natural and fair profession products readily available for making scrunchy deals with. You can try making your very own scrunchy. The components are rather basic and do https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/?search=eco-friendly scrunchie not call for a lot of extra abilities. All you require to have is a mixer as well as nutmeg. There are likewise recipes readily available online, which you can try utilizing active ingredients you might currently have.

You can use a mixer to grate your very own nuts as well as fresh fruits to make your very own scrunchy. Some of the preferred ingredients you can use are almonds, walnuts, hazelnuts, chestnuts, pecans, pecchy stems and also olives. You can even grate cucumbers to make your own scrunchy. This will certainly conserve you a great deal of cash on the preservatives discovered in commercially made tasty deals with. The natural flavors in natural and black eco-friendly scrunchies reasonable profession mouth watering treats are much sweeter than those found in processed foods.

Numerous companies also use natural active ingredients to offer their scrunchy a milder taste. As an example, they include some vanilla extracts or vanilla to give it a mild hint of intricacy without being as well overwhelming. If you wish to include some even more taste to your scrunchy, include a few declines of crucial oils. Crucial oils are a great method to add an unique fragrance to your scrunchy, specifically in combination with berries as well as nuts. It gives scrunchy its wonderful pleasant fragrance.

Much of the firms that create scrunchy deals with also use totally free shipping and are very sensible in price. You can also acquire a number of small boxes of various scrunchy active ingredients simultaneously, allowing you to create your own scrunchy deals with for each event. This is additionally a nice choice if you have a party that needs a lot of treats and also treats. You will be able to offer all of your visitors' various delicious treats, conserving your kitchen from the stresses of preparing a large number of dishes.

When you have a large household, food preparation and baking is not always a simple task. Luckily, making your own scrunchy at home is a fairly simple process, and also you will certainly conserve a great deal of cash over purchasing store-bought delightful treats. When you make your own scrunchy, you are likewise taking a big step in coming to be extra ecologically mindful.

Picking an eco-friendly scrunchy is a great way to reveal your youngsters and grandchildren that you are concerned about their health and the health and wellness of the planet. Along with conserving you money, you are helping to secure the atmosphere by selecting natural fair trade items. This will certainly guarantee that your family members consume products that are free from chemicals and chemicals. You can be happy to offer your family and friends delicious homemade deals with, understanding that you are providing a healthy and balanced and also economical snack option.

[spnsimpleman]

With silent fear and hunger

Part five of Anon request series- Unknown gang daughter.  

Part one of the series- read this first! With the strike of a match Part Two- With a wink and a smile.  Part Three- With a flick of my blade  Part Four- With a smirk and a toss

Dean x unknown Daughter, Sam x unknown niece, badass!winchester Reader- is this a thing? Because it should be.

Word Count: 2367

Seven Devils- Florence and the machine

I double checked the accelerant before lifting it from the bin and carefully placing it in my backpack. The mayor had just left with his escort for the night and I had at least three hours before he was due to be home from a meeting with some other big shots. More than enough time to make sure the right wall burned and the fire department got here to put it out before the real evidence was destroyed.

I unzipped the front pocket and checked the flash drives and fishing wire again. With a deep breath, I zipped it up and closed the back zipper before slipping the straps onto my shoulders and tightened them. I tugged at my gloves and cracked my neck. Bumping into those idiots had messed with my head. Of course they had to find me now. If those assholes somehow got in the way… I didn’t want to think what I would do.

“Morons,” I whispered as I pulled my favored lock picks from my jacket pocket. Time to work.

The backdoor was a joke, I made it through both locks in under a minute. Then entered the code into the alarm next to the door. “Loose lips sink ships,” I grinned while locking the back door again and made my way upstairs.

The bedroom was exactly where Rosalie said it would be and the secret room opened with the right pressure on the right board. Who would think the man actually kept wood plank walls for anything other than an ulterior motive?

The dark room had two switches and I hit the lower one drenching the room in a low red glow. He didn’t spare any expense in here. The bed against the wall was equipped with fuzzy black cuffs on red silk sheets. The chains that restrained the cuffs gleamed even in the low light. I walked over to the computer in the corner with the old school webcam attached to a large monitor.

The password for the computer was even worse than the joke of a lock and alarm. HotforTeacher. Which wasn’t one of the outfits Rosalie had talked about. Maybe he thought he was clever that way.

Darius’s blank eyes flashed before me, JJ’s pretend smile while his face held too many shadows. I shook my head and shoved the invading images and thoughts away. I could banish it all, I just needed to finish this.

I pulled out the flash drive, plugged it in, and with a few little commands downloaded the files. A little bit of play with some internal code that I would have been completely lost in had Marco not shown me a few things and introduced me to the genius that taught him and, wah la. Rosalie’s videos were gone and my selected videos were in play instead.

I scrolled through the other folders labeled by name or his version of a nickname wishing I could erase them but I would only be erasing his crimes. He had enough help with that through the years. All those names would get their payback when the videos were found. He would be punished. He wasn’t getting out of it this time. I was entering the proof into evidence that he was the last to see some of those girls alive.

It was the only thing I could tell myself as I opened the player and clicked play all. The queue should play long enough that they heard it, give enough probable cause to knock the door down if the fire didn’t open it. Then I stepped out of the room and secured the secret door.

I splashed the accelerant all along the wall and across the floor of the hallway to the window then splashed some down the stairs. I put the bottle of accelerant down on its side in front of the side table. The fishing wire went around the back leg and then I tugged the wire with one hand. I caught the table and the fat candle atop it with the other. Perfect landing.

I opened the window behind the side table and threw the spool of fishing wire out before shutting the window just enough again. The fishing line was snug. I lit the fat candle and waited, making sure it stayed lit. Then satisfied, I walked down the stairs careful to avoid stepping in the accelerant.

With a few quick codes into the alarm box to wipe the history for the last thirty minutes and then the alarm re-engaged, I left the house almost exactly how I found it. I trekked around to the backyard and found the fishing wire spool in the bush under the window. I looked up with a whispered prayer and yanked. The light bloomed once then the slow bloom as all the synthetic fibers of the hallway runner caught and fed the hungry flame.

The sirens wailed, his alarm system notifying the right authorities immediately. The line in my hand went slack, the part on the other side of the window melted away. I pulled the rest to me and backed into the bushes then climbed the tree.

The sirens grew closer and I watched the flame dancing in the window. From my vantage point, I could see the wood planks being eaten away revealing the metal beneath, the very obvious door way now exposed. My breath hitched, my heart beating against my chest. Questioning whether my accelerant was too much, if I had misjudged the speed the firefighters would move at. Did they know what kind of man he was? Would they let that slow their steps?

No, real innocents lived nearby. Even if they knew, they wouldn’t let others be hurt. They couldn’t. They needed to get there in time. These people expected quick response. They never doubted it.

Darius’s blank face, his dull eyes flashed in front of me again. Would he approve of my methods? His feral, agonized scream filled my head and I winced, gripping onto the tree trunk. I pressed my face into the rough bark trying to crush the blooming memory I didn’t want to see. Not now.

Darius’s head crushed against the curb, the two gleaming white teeth skittering across the sidewalk, the agonized scream in my ear as rough hands held me back.

I screamed against the tree, the memory too much and too easily overtaking what I needed to do. I needed to leave, needed to move, but I was frozen in that moment I never wanted to remember. My fingers dug into the bark biting into my skin. The pain brought me back, centering me here and now. So close to the justice I had worked so hard on. If someone heard me… pointed me out…

I glanced around but I was still behind the extra curtain the tree provided in the dark and the sirens wailing so close must have drowned me out. Besides, everyone’s eyes would be on the fire. I looked across the yard to the window filled with flame and smoke and then the window burst out, the flames sucking in the oxygen like a greedy lover.

Two firefighters burst through the gate carrying the heavy hose around before unleashing the battering ram of water. I needed to move but the water slowly killed the flames until the fire was gone. The secret door was revealed and waiting for them, begging to be discovered.

I waited in silent fear and hunger, clinging to the tree far too tight as they went inside taking their sweet time to check and clear each room. Then finally they made it to the bedroom. I heard the call pour through the broken window. They thought someone was in there. Sound was still coming from beyond the secret door warming me that my gamble had paid off. He had spared no expense to make sure that room was never found from the hallway and it had kept the heat and fire away from the evidence that would damn him. 

Two of them took off the hinges and removed the door, the screams poured out of that small room and spilled from the window. What would the neighbors think? That someone was just afraid? The mayor had a female in the house when the fire went up? But the firefighters entered the room slowly and I wondered what they thought as the sounds distorted. But my job here was done and hopefully the police officers that had arrived on the scene would be taking the computer with them. There was a lot of evidence on there and I really didn’t want to send the videos to the media.

At least, that do-gooder cop would be all over that. Hopefully, she’d get the call. Rosalie said she had helped her out and I needed to believe someone would make sure it didn’t get swept under the rug. But I had a plan for that too. Taking out the whole precinct wouldn’t be good for the neighborhood though.

I climbed out on a thick branch over the yard behind the mayor’s and dropped. I disappeared without a problem and quickly moved through two other targets. My last stop was easier even though his security was slightly better. I left his gift, the final drive in my bag, and was back in my apartment watching the news of the fires only forty minutes later. I smiled at the screen when Detective Briggs carried the computer out of the house with that asshole cop next to her carrying a sealed box.

They would be seeing everything they ever wanted soon and worlds would implode. I raised my water bottle in salute, “happy hunting, detective.”

I chugged the water watching the flashing lights behind the woman talking into the camera. The flashing lights and all the concerned people standing around watching like vultures.

We didn’t even have that when we needed it. Not that any of the people who would’ve been around would have intervened, not when Big Daddy was there. Fear was a very powerful thing.

 JJ swung me up in his arms and spun as he let out a loud whoop whoop! I was laughing and holding on tight. His eyes were sparkling when he let me slide down his body, his smile more than I could ever ask for. “We did it.”

“We certainly did.” We both looked down to the acceptance letters on the small table. San Francisco State and a full ride scholarship. We were finally getting out.

“We need to tell them. We need to plan how to get away.” JJ squeezed my hand, his excitement rippling through him and into me.

“Let’s go.” We turned to the door and JJ reached for the knob, but it ripped out of his hand and Darius was in the doorway. His eyes wild.

“D…”

“We can’t stay here,” he rasped out and pushed his way inside.

“What..?” I couldn’t breathe. I met JJ’s gaze and he knew something was off as well, it only made my chest clench tighter.

“Go get your things. The duffle bags are in the closet, whatever you can carry,” Darius didn’t stop moving, collecting the cash we had stashed in random hidey-holes throughout the small house. 

“D…”

“JUST GO!”

JJ flinched back and I pulled his arm, “come on.” I met Darius’s gaze and a shiver raced down my spine. Something bad had happened and he was just trying to keep it together. It was terrifying. I knew he was just a man but he had always been so sure and strong. A solider, a leader, more than us.

We packed quickly, whispering how we were planning to leave anyway, we were just upping the timeline. Trying to calm each other even though we didn’t understand what was happening, only that the one person who had always been strength personified was shaking. Trembling from something I was too afraid to focus on.

We rushed into the small kitchen and froze. Darius stood next to the small table with two bags at his feet and two sheets of thick paper in his hands. His eyes finally rose and flicked between the two of us, “you…”

I squeezed JJ’s hand, “we were just coming to tell you and Marco.”

Something flickered across his face but he shut it down and folded the papers, shoving them in the envelopes before handing them to us. “Good job.” He nodded, his brows furrowed and his jaw taut like he wanted to say something else but just nodded again. “Let’s go. Your future awaits.” He forced a smile but the worry, the fear drenched the room making the air around us heavy. I was underwater and trying to breach the surface but couldn’t even find which way was up.

JJ and I, hands clutched tightly, followed Darius to Marco’s tiny apartment. Darius burst through the door and we slammed into his back when he froze. I leaned around and saw Rafi, the leader of Marco’s crew standing in front of him. His gaze shot toward us and he shook his head.

“You need to leave. I can’t help you anymore, Marco, but I’m not going to stop you.” Rafi stated so quiet and still.

Darius picked up Marco’s two bags with one hand and pulled the back of Marco’s shirt. Marco turned around, his eyes red but fierce. “Let’s go.”

I met JJ’s gaze and knew whatever was happening, neither one of us had a clue. Darius pushed us out the door and JJ wouldn’t let go of my hand or I wouldn’t let go of his.

Darius said something about our acceptance letters and Marco’s face lit up for just a moment, “someone got us that place by the beach, huh?”

 I still remember the feel of that smile I gave him when I thought we had won and beat the odds. We had finally made all that hard work pay off and got out. I just forgot the part about actually getting out before celebrating.

It was the last smile before the world tilted and everything fell apart. The last genuine smile I had in me.

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Margaritaville frozen concoction maker

"However, there's liquor in the blender/And soon it will deliver/That solidified creation that causes me hold tight." Margaritaville isn't only a tune: Jimmy Buffet has transformed it into a realm. Why? How did a tune about a done for vacationer longing for some fluid reward become far more than that? Since, despite the fact that he extinguished his flip failure and stepped on a pop top, we as a whole sort of jealousy him. We as a whole need to move away to a radiant, hot retreat where we don't need to stress over something besides having a lot of ice and tequila. 

The Margaritaville Frozen Concoction Maker is one approach to get somewhat fun and sun regardless of where you are or what season it is. As per the completely stacked Margaritaville site, "It accomplishes all the work... you assume all the acknowledgment!" Sounds great to us. In this guide we will investigate the different margarita creators Margaritaville offers, discover how they work, and the amount they cost - and what clients are stating about them.

How would you get to Margaritaville? "It's in the jungles somewhere close to the port of Indecision and Southwest of Disorder...Where is Margaritaville? It's in your psyche. It's in the blend." And now, it tends to be in your kitchen. Immaculate solidified margaritas are a press of the catch away. In any case, why not just use blenders? Wouldn't they be able to do something very similar? Indeed, in the event that you need watery or thick beverages, blenders will do fine. Nonetheless, the way in to an extraordinary solidified margarita is shaved ice. This margarita machine shaves the ice and mixes your fixings into a café quality beverage without fail. Basically pour your blend, ice, and liquor in, and you're all set.

 Obviously you can likewise utilize it to make virgin beverages and any assortment of other solidified beverages - there is something else entirely to life than margaritas. The solidified beverage creator likewise has a large group of different highlights that makes it simple, brisk, and delectable to make your own frigid drinks. You will discover:

*A huge 32-ounce container made of top-quality, uncompromising glass.

*A helpful pour ramble for jumble free conveyance - expecting the barkeep hasn't plunged into the substance.

*A shot glass on the off chance that you want to pass fair and square.

*A salt rimmer. An ideal solidified margarita needs a hint of salt to temper the tequila.

It couldn't be simpler. You should simply place ice into the top ice store and put your beverage blend or fixings into the pitcher. Select the number of beverages you need to make - one, two, or three - on the convenient beverage dial, and afterward flip the shave and mix switch. It shaves the ideal measure of ice for your beverages - without fail. In any case, in the event that you are a frosty sort, you can up the ice factor with the manual switch. There you go. Done. Include a straw on the off chance that you need, and kick back. Since we realize how to utilize this solidified beverage machine, the following inquiry is the reason? Why not simply get a couple of beverages at your neighborhood watering gap or café? 

All things considered, what could be simpler than having somebody convey it to you on a plate? In any case, you pay a great deal for that somebody to convey it to you on a plate. Solidified beverages can cost as much as $10. That is a serious bill on the off chance that you and some parched companions get together. Yet, you state, I truly like unique margaritas, similar to the pomegranate margarita or the apple one or the coconut tropical sprinkle one with natural product. Forget about it. Simply include what you need, make your own mixture. No concerns, and no real way to miss the point.

Shaved ice will liquefy at a more quick movement than ice chips or ice blocks when it hits your glass. In case you're not into chugging your beverage and getting mind freeze, you might need to cool your glasses in the cooler before pouring your beverages. Issue comprehended, and a scrumptious arrangement it is. This excellence needs to make your home into the best party spot around: it needs to make pitchers and pitchers of beverages. Imagine a scenario where you're feeling moderate. You might need to change to manual and shave the ice as you would prefer for a solitary beverage. Once more, only a flick of the switch gets you that ideal café quality solidified margarita.

try. You don't need to add one cup margarita blend to two cups ice or 3 ounces of tequila, 1 ounce of triple sec, 2 ounces of lime juice, and 1 cup of ice. You don't need to get out your estimating spoons and cups and shot glasses - however you positively can. Dump a tad bit of this and a tad bit of that and see what occurs. You can make your own solidified mixture and name it after yourself. Have some good times, you're in Margaritaville.

You could. There is no deficiency of solidified beverage producers and blenders available. Why get the official Jimmy Buffet warm, bright Margaritaville adaptation? Since it's beautiful with its lime green, white, and silver hues? That may not be sufficient for certain individuals. n client who bought the margarita machine put it best when he reviewed how he ridiculed the item until his significant other requested one as a birthday present.

 He at that point needed to buy one. Lo and view, when it showed up from  quite expeditiously and the machine was attempted, it demonstrated to alter his perspective rapidly. The set-up was simple and margaritas were being produced before he knew it. The margaritas were of impeccable consistency and he needed to bow to his better half's decision making ability. They likewise make the Margaritaville DM2000 Premium Frozen Concoction Maker - you can see a video of it in real life here.

The amount Does the Margaritaville Frozen Concoction Maker Cost? You can discover the Margaritaville Frozen Concoction Maker  for about $250. Indeed, this is extensively more than you may pay for standard blenders. On the off chance that you like a solidified beverage each other month or somewhere in the vicinity, this isn't the most conservative decision. Notwithstanding, in the event that you love them - and your companions love them - this is a wise speculation.

In the event that you remain at home and make your own beverages as opposed to going out a couple of times, you've recovered your cash. Furthermore, liquor and fixings cost substantially less when you get them at an alcohol store or outlet. The whole line of margarita machines can be seen here (counting battery controlled ones!).

You don't must have a lounger or a warm, white sandy sea shore to be in Margaritaville. As is commonly said, there is no visa. Transport yourself whenever with your Margaritaville Frozen Concoction Maker.

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How to stay motivated on a long run, according to a NYC fitness powerhouse

As component of our comprehensive series USA of Running, we coordinated with Flow Water-- the naturally alkaline Canadian sparkling water-- to bring you a peek right into how running super stars get encouraged, keep emphasis, as well as stay moisturized for every mile. Prepared, established, go.

No matter exactly how much you enjoy a great jog for its head-clearing magic (as well as the continuous podcast-listening time), the circumstance can rapidly transform monotonous after you complete that first mile. So how do you maintain your emphasis-- whether it's a three-mile run or a full-on marathon?

For Peloton head teacher Robin Arzon ( as well as writer of the very successful book Shut Up and Run), the preliminary inspiration came from an unexpected yet oh-so-relatable situation: She registered for a marathon after a breakup. (Seriously, been there.)

" Separations have been the stimulants for lots of impressive things," says the in-demand New york city City trainer. 'As well as soon as I went across that goal in Central Park, a switch flipped in me. I resembled, 'Wow, I just did some legendary spunk, and I'm going to do it once more!'"

' Endurance sports plays with your curiosity and actually help you discover your objective.'

Since after that, Arzon has completed 24 marathons, and also the upcoming New york city City one will certainly be her 25th time going across the goal. However she doesn't stop 26.2 miles: Arzon also runs ultra-marathons, of the 50-plus selection. (Insert both shocked-face and also clapping-hands emojis below.)

Even if you're much more a jog-around-the-neighborhood type, though, Arzon's guidance for remaining in the zone is gold for anyone tiing up to strike the pavement longer than 10 minutes.

" There's something about endurance [runs] that plays with your curiosity as well as truly aids you locate your objective," she says. ' You simply have to encounter on your own head on. And also I've located that you find out a lot about yourself when you get on the brink of being literally touched out."

Although that long-ago break up was the initial driver to tie up for her first large race, Arzon says the real motivation to run currently goes much deeper than that. She credits her longer runs with assisting her redefine her own goals and possibility. 'And also it's all been done through a pair of running shoes,' she includes.

Need assistance staying encouraged to go that added mile? Listed below, have a look at Arzon's leading pointers for remaining in the video game for the lengthy run.

1. Sign up for a race

" You actually need to start prior to you're ready," Arzon claims. That does not imply you should under-train, yet instead fully devote to the concept that you're qualified prior to you struck the sign-up switch. And also think what? You can! "And also, when you paid a hundred dollars to run around the city, you're probably going to reveal up to that starting line," Arzon (accurately) adds.

2. Stay hydrated (for real)

It seems like a no-brainer, but preserving your hydration levels will certainly keep your body feeling motivated to do what it requires to complete. "I frequently have water with me. And also I constantly ensure to actually hydrate the night prior to a race," Arzon claims.

In the days leading up to a future, Arzon devours on lots of watermelon as well as opts for a H20 like Flow Water, the alkaline sparkling water that's naturally loaded with minerals and also electrolytes to aid your body recoup. Plus, it's a mindful (and earth-friendly option), because each Circulation Water comes in eco-friendly product packaging made from 70-percent renewable products.

" The elegance of training is that it aids you pay focus to just how much water and also nutrition your body needs," she says. "That is a gorgeous discussion that you can only have with on your own."

3. Identify the why

" When we're extremely details concerning why we're doing something, how we complete it can comply with," Arzon states. Translation: Remember why you're doing this in the very first place. It might be due to the fact that you want to set a healthy instance for the people in your life, or to help increase money for a charity you rely on. Or you feel in one's bones just how badass you'll really feel going across the coating line.

" On days when you really don't seem like training as well as a Hulu marathon is calling your name, the why is a great suggestion of why you need to obtain up,' she advises.

4. Beginning boasting on social-- seriously

It's a great idea to inform people you're training for a race, Arzon says, so you'll be held liable for in fact having to do it. "Take selfies during your training as well as boast about it on social media," she states.

In enhancement to making yourself answerable in a public setting, Arzon states your paperworks could have an added bonus, also: "You just could be inspiring a person else to try it."

In partnership with Flow Water

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Sick as a Bug

Summary: While Scott goes off on a mission with the Avengers, Peter volunteers to babysit ten-year-old Cassie Lang at his apartment. Things are going pretty well until Cassie comes down with the flu, thrusting the teenager into a caretaking role that's a bit above his paygrade.

Word count: 3,452

Genre: Sickfic, fluffy illness, hurt/comfort

A/N: (Set in the same universe as The Bug Sitter and Friendly Neighborhood Craft Project, which all feature the adventures of Peter & Cassie, but the stories don’t need to be read in order.)

Thanks to @sallyidss and @xxx-cat-xxx for beta reading and giving me ideas!

Link to read on Ao3

“How’s it going, Peanut?” Scott Lang asked over the FaceTime call.

“Pretty good,” Cassie assured him. “We were playing tag in Peter’s apartment all morning, which was really fun because he let me wear his old suit and use the web-shooters!”

Peter took the phone from her and flipped the camera around to get Cassie’s whole outfit in the shot. The ten-year-old was wearing his homemade Spider-Man onesie, the sleeves and pant legs rolled-up to adjust for their height difference. She grinned and did a quick twirl for the camera.

Scott gave a low whistle. “Lookin’ sharp!” he remarked as Peter handed the phone back.

Cassie went on, “And then we walked to this sandwich shop for lunch and there was this really fat cat named Murph who liked to eat meatballs! You’d probably like him, even though you’re allergic,” she rambled. “How’s your mission going?”

“We’re still in the stakeout phase, so nothing too exciting yet. Unless you count beating Captain America at Uno three rounds in a row,” Scott replied with a smirk. “Did you finish all your homework?”

“Yeah, Peter helped me with the math,” Cassie said, glancing sideways at the teenager. “It was about fractions, so we practiced on some Hershey bars.”

Scott quirked an eyebrow at her. “I thought you were good at fractions?”

“I am.” Cassie shrugged. “I like chocolate.”

Scott chuckled and shook his head slowly. “Alright, well I just wanted to check in because I’ll have to turn off my phone now, but Peter has the number for the direct line to Mr. Stark’s suit, so I’m still here if there’s an emergency, okay?”

“Yeah I know,” she said, nodding. “We’re fine, daddy. And Peter’s really fun.”

“He better be—I’m paying him twelve bucks an hour,” Scott deadpanned.

Peter grinned and stuck his head in the frame. “Hey, you’re getting a super sitter,” he pointed out. “I feel like twelve is a bargain.”

“Touché,” Scott allowed. Addressing Cassie again, he said, “Alright, Mr. Stark wants to talk to Peter before we hang up so I’m gonna give him the phone now. Love you, Peanut.”

“Love you too,” she said, waving at him.

Cassie handed the phone back to Peter as Scott passed his to Tony.

“Uh, hey Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted as casually as he could manage. He figured he had a pretty good idea of what this call was about.

“Peter.” Through the camera, Tony cast him an unamused look. “Care to explain why I got an alert from Karen that you fired sixteen web grenades this morning?”

Peter rubbed one hand awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Um… so, it was part of a game we were playing…” He glanced back over his shoulder at the mess of tangled webs in the corner of his bedroom. An array of his old plastic action figures was suspended throughout. “But, uh, we’re done with that now.”

“Yeah, well I doubt May appreciates you shooting webs around her property any more than I do,” Tony retorted. “So maybe lay off the vigilante act for one day, capisce ?”

“Yeah, for sure, no problem,” Peter agreed easily.

“And kid?”

“Yeah?”

Tony held up a stern finger to the camera. “Don’t show her the taser webs.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter glanced at the homemade construction paper bullseye affixed to his closet door, covered in the sticky, still-buzzing web remnants. “Of course not, Mr. Stark.”

X

It had become a sort of tradition that Peter would watch Cassie anytime Scott was called into New York for a mission during one of his custody weekends. Honestly, Peter loved it—he’d do it even without the money (though he had no intention of telling Scott that anytime soon). Cassie was smart and funny, and it was nice getting to show off his Spider-Man equipment and powers to someone with just as much childlike enthusiasm as him.

After hanging up with Tony, the two spent the next few hours alternating between rounds of Wii bowling and building an elaborate Lego city before eventually switching over to hide and seek. Currently, Peter was sitting crouched in the front hall closet on a pile of winter boots, playing Tetris on his phone while he waited for Cassie to find him.

When he hit the next level, Peter paused the game and frowned at the time display on his screen. It’d been eight minutes since Cassie had first started counting—far longer than it should be taking her to discover his admittedly-not-great hiding place.

He opened the closet door. “Cassie?” he called, wincing as he unfolded his stiff legs and pulled himself to his feet. “Did you give up?”

But there was no response. His senses on edge, Peter made his way back to the living room, hoping that the girl was simply playing a trick on him.

Instead, he found her curled up on the end of the sofa, head resting on the armrest, fast asleep.

Alright, nap time it is.

Peter retrieved a fuzzy blanket from his bedroom and draped it over her sleeping form before plopping down in a nearby armchair to resume his game.

X

While Cassie slept, Peter finished his Spanish homework and tidied up his room a bit—the new web solvent he and Ned had concocted in chemistry was a godsend—and then prepared a box of mac and cheese. When it was done cooking, he padded back into the living room and tapped the sleeping girl’s shoulder.

“Hey Cassie?” he whispered.

With a groan, Cassie tugged the blanket tighter around herself and rolled away from him to face the back cushion.

Peter frowned and sat down behind her knees on the edge of the sofa. “Cassie?” he tried again. “You awake?”

She made a small, non-committal noise in her throat before blinking slowly up at him. “What time is it?” she murmured.

Pulling the blanket off of her, he tossed it to the other end of the sofa. “Like 5:30,” he replied as she sat up. “You were asleep like, two hours—I guess all the Spider-Manning wore you out.”

“Oh.” She yawned and rubbed at her eyes sleepily. “‘M’tired.”

“I can see that,” he laughed, getting to his feet. “But if you nap for too long now, you’ll be awake all night, and then your dad won’t let you hang out with me anymore.”

“Luis once let me drink two whole cans of Monster and he’s still allowed to watch me,” Cassie argued sleepily.

Peter snorted. “Probably shouldn’t test that.” He offered her a hand. “C’mon, let’s go eat.”

Cassie took his hand and followed him to the table where he had two steaming bowls of mac and cheese waiting. Peter wasted no time in digging into his own portion, but after watching Cassie half-heartedly poke at the noodles with her fork for several minutes, he paused.

“Do you not like mac and cheese?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I do. I’m just not very hungry.” Her gaze fell to her lap and then in a quieter voice, she asked, “Do you know what time daddy’s coming back?”

Peter gave her a sad smile; despite how supportive Cassie was of her dad’s role with the Avengers, he knew she couldn’t help getting anxious when Scott went on missions. “Not until late tonight,” he said gently. “Do you miss him?”

Cassie hesitated a moment before nodding a bit.

“It’s okay—he’ll be back soon enough,” Peter assured. “He’s got Black Widow, Captain America, and Iron Man with him, so he’s like, triple safe.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, and I made him take Antastasia with him—she’s the best flier.”

“See?” he said with a grin. “He’s got a whole team to take care of him.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Figuring a distraction was in order, Peter changed the subject to Cassie’s new soccer team. She chatted with him—a bit less animatedly than usual—and managed a few bites before claiming she was full and heading back to the living room to curl up on the sofa with the blanket.

Peter sat down on the other end of the sofa. “Wanna watch something?” he offered. “Moana is on Netflix now.”

She shrugged tiredly. “‘Kay.”

As the movie played, Peter couldn’t help but notice how quiet Cassie seemed, but he figured it was just related to the mission. Scott had been gone nearly ten hours by that point, and depending on how the stakeout went, it could easily be another ten before he returned.

They’d made it about half-way through the movie when Cassie broke the silence. “Peter?” she asked, her voice a bit strained.

“Yeah?” He glanced over and immediately grew concerned when he saw the obvious discomfort in her expression. ”You okay?”

Cassie’s face had drained of color. She shook her head slightly. “My tummy doesn’t feel good.”

“Oh.” He paused the movie, focusing his full attention on Cassie as she swallowed hard. “Um… how? Like, you’re gonna be sick?”

She nodded, pushing herself up to sitting.

“Okay, uh”—Peter’s eyes darted around the room nervously—“let’s go to the bathroom then.” He untangled the blanket from her and quickly helped her up from the sofa and down the hall. She was trembling as he guided her down to kneel in front of the toilet.

“I don’t wanna throw up...” Cassie moaned, staring into the water.

Peter rubbed her back gently. “I know, I’m sorry, but you’ll feel better once it’s over,” he promised.

They sat like that for a few minutes, Cassie whimpering quietly between shallow breaths and Peter doing his best to comfort her before she suddenly leaned forward and started gagging into the bowl.

Peter winced in sympathy as she coughed up the few bites she’d managed of dinner, followed by her lunch. “Aw, Cassie…” he said softly. Strands of her long hair were hanging dangerously close to her mouth, so he gathered them together and held them up away from her face.

Tiny sobs were coming out in between Cassie’s retches and her whole body was trembling. Peter’s heart clenched; he’d never actually had to deal with a sick kid before.

When it seemed like she was done, Peter got to his feet and wet a washcloth with warm water at the sink. He crouched back down and carefully wiped the tears and vomit from her face, feeling totally out of his depth.

“I can try calling your dad,” he offered. “I don’t know if he’ll be able to pick up right away, but...”

To his surprise, fresh tears welled up in Cassie’s eyes at his words. She rubbed them away with the back of her hand, shaking her head. “No, don’t,” she begged, her voice coming out broken. “He was really excited to go on a real mission. I don’t want him to come home early just because I got sick.”

Looking into Cassie’s pleading eyes, Peter hesitated. He wished he’d gotten a bit more clarification on the definition of an ‘emergency’ before Scott had left—did a puking kid count, or was something only an emergency if it reached emergency room level? Maybe this was just a part of babysitting he’d been lucky enough to avoid up until now.

Peter let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair as he debated what to do.

Finally, he pulled out his phone and pressed the first contact on his favorites list.

X

Half an hour later, Peter heard the sound of the apartment’s front door unlocking. Being mindful of the sleeping girl curled up beside him on the sofa, he carefully pushed himself up and crept towards the door.

May was standing there in the entryway, hanging her keys on the hook. “Hey,” she greeted quietly. She slipped off her coat, revealing the pink hospital scrubs underneath. “How’s she doing?”

Peter shrugged. “She’s not throwing up anymore at least. I think she has a fever but I couldn’t find the thermometer so I couldn’t check.” Sheepishly, he rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry to make you leave work early, I just didn’t know what to do…”

“No, sweetie, I’m glad you called,” May assured. She stepped forward to pull him into a warm hug; Peter hadn’t realized how tense he was until the feeling melted away in her embrace. “Plus, it’s been a while since I got to use the ‘I have a sick kid at home’ excuse,” she added.

As Peter released her, he huffed out a quick laugh. “Yeah, well, Mr. Stark made me promise to start telling adults when there are problems. It was my New Years resolution.”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest in mock offense. “Oh, so Mr. Stark tells you what I’ve been telling you for years, and suddenly you listen?”

Peter grinned. “Better late than never, right?”

Rolling her eyes good-naturedly, May headed to her room to change out of her uniform as Peter slipped back into the living room to resume his vigil by the sleeping girl. Cassie was dressed in her pajamas now and a small trash can was resting beside the sofa. Every so often she would let out a tiny moan.

May returned a few minutes later dressed in yoga pants and a long-sleeve t-shirt, hair pulled up in a bun. She was carrying the very same digital thermometer Peter hadn’t been able to locate.

“Oh.” He frowned at the device. “Where was it?”

“In the bathroom. Same drawer it’s always in,” she said with a look of amusement. She held it out to him. “Here, you wanna give it a try?”

Peter took the thermometer and carefully inserted it into Cassie’s ear. She stirred a bit, but didn’t wake. When it beeped, he pulled it out and flipped the device around to read the screen. “It says 100.8,” he reported. “That’s a fever, right?”

May hummed affirmatively. “Not a very high one, but yes. We’ll keep an eye on it. And you said she’s only thrown up once?”

“Yeah, so far,” Peter confirmed. “She just seems really tired, and before she fell asleep she was starting to get a cough and saying she kind of aches all over.”

“Sounds like the flu,” May said sympathetically. “Just have to watch her temperature and make sure she’s drinking lots of fluids. Have you texted Scott yet?”

Peter shook his head. “No, I didn’t wanna worry him since I wasn’t sure if he could come back or not.”

“I would say text him anyway,” she advised. “Parents usually like to know these things, even if they make them worry. That’s kinda part of the job.”

While Peter typed out the message, she smoothed Cassie’s hair back away from her sweaty face. The little girl stirred again at the touch and this time blinked up at them, looking momentarily disoriented.

“Hey, honey,” May said softly. “How are you feeling?”

Shrugging slightly, Cassie pulled the blanket tighter around herself, coughing a few times.

“That good, huh?” May hummed. As Cassie shifted to sitting, May got up from the floor and slid in between her and the armrest. Turning to Peter, she said, “If you need a break, I can take over for a while.”

With a half-smile, Peter sat down on Cassie’s opposite side. “Nah, that’s okay. We were almost to my favorite part in the movie—that song with the bedazzled crab.”

“His name is Tamatoa,” Cassie corrected in a murmur. “Fake fan.”

“I’m gonna call him Mr. Shiny,” Peter announced with a grin. He grabbed the remote to unpause the movie.

They made it another thirty minutes before Cassie suddenly sat up and started gagging into the trash can.

This time, May held Cassie’s hair and rubbed her back as she heaved. Peter sat there, feeling awkward and unsure of what to do. May seemed to sense his unease.

“Hey Peter?” she said, glancing over at him while Cassie continued to vomit. “Can you go see if we have any Gatorade in the pantry? And can you get a wet washcloth and some hair ties from the bathroom?”

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed gratefully and hopped up from the sofa.

When he returned with the requested items, he found the two sitting back on the sofa, his aunt gently stroking Cassie’s hair. Cassie looked even more drained than before, and she barely reacted as May took the cloth from him and wiped her face.

“Cassie? You okay?” Peter asked in concern, but she only made a small noise in her throat and blinked back at him blankly.

“Too hot,” she mumbled.

“I just took her temp again. Fever’s up to 102 now,” May informed, still combing through Cassie’s hair with her fingers.

Peter put a straw in the Gatorade bottle and held it to Cassie’s lips so she could take a sip. “Is that bad?” he asked worriedly.

“Not necessarily,” she replied. “Fevers fluctuate—it’s just the body’s way of fighting infection. If it goes any higher, we’ll give her some Tylenol.”

Peter relaxed a bit; he’d never been more grateful to have a nurse for an aunt. Once Cassie had gotten her drink, she lay back down with her head on May’s lap, blanket abandoned, and they resumed the movie. But Peter was distracted, watching as May idly sectioned the girl’s hair into parts and began to braid it. Cassie slipped back to sleep, seeming finally content.

“How do you do that?” he asked after a bit.

She glanced at him. “Do what? French braid?”

“Yeah,” he said, but that was only part of his question. He was really asking about her whole presence—how did she manage to radiate comfort to the point that a sick child who only vaguely knew her just curled up on her lap and slept, looking calmer than she had in hours?

“Practice,” was her reply, which he supposed covered both questions. May nodded down at the braid. “Here, hold this piece.”

Peter took the section of hair from her and she showed him how to weave it with the other parts, pulling more strands in as they went. The finished braids were loose and uneven, pieces falling out the sides, but May assured him it was alright for a first attempt.

“You know,” she said casually, “if you ever take a night off from patrolling, we can order some take-out and I’ll teach you how to do a fishtail too. You can expand your repertoire.”

He smiled a bit. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

X

It was past midnight by the time Tony and Scott made it back to the apartment. Cassie was stretched out on the sofa’s pull-out bed now, cuddled up under blankets while Peter dozed in the adjacent armchair. Both kids woke as May opened the front door and led the two men into the living room.  

Tony stopped just inside the room’s threshold, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and muttering something about kids being germ factories when May offered him a seat. Meanwhile, Scott headed straight over to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“Hey Peanut,” he greeted quietly, cupping Cassie’s forehead in his palm. “How’re you doing?”

“’M ‘kay,” she mumbled. “How was the mission?”

He gave a short laugh. “Kinda boring, honestly. The stakeout ended up being the most exciting part—once we actually stormed in, the bad guys surrendered on the spot.”

(Peter was pretty sure there was more to it than that, judging from the slight limp Tony had displayed walking in and the way his left arm was currently braced against his ribcage—the real reason he assumed the man didn’t want to leave the support of the wall—along with the bruises just visible beneath the rim of Scott’s t-shirt. But the teenager kept his thoughts to himself.)

“Oh,” Cassie said through a yawn. It morphed into a few coughs at the end. “That’s lame.”

Scott smiled and smoothed her hair. “Thank you so much for looking after her, both of you,” he said sincerely, glancing back to each May and Peter in turn. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it back sooner.”

“It’s fine,” Peter assured. “We had fun for the most part.”

“Yeah, we did,” Cassie said sleepily. “He even let me fire his taser webs.”

“Peter! ” Tony and May both snapped while Scott gave him a confused look.

“She’s got a fever—she’s delirious,” Peter said quickly. “Doesn’t even know what she’s saying. Right, Cassie?” He gave the girl a pointed look.

“Who’s Cassie?” she asked innocently.

Before the adults could say anything else, she broke into an unexpectedly violent coughing fit, diverting Scott and May’s attention as they helped her sit up on the bed and rubbed her back. Still hacking, the ten-year-old shot him a wink.

Tony, having seen the whole exchange from his position in the doorway, just rolled his eyes. “Great, he’s got a sidekick now...” he muttered.

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[cosmic-hearts]

pretty | hwang hyunjin | ep 1.

hwang hyunjin x female reader - highschool!au, player!au

genres; romance, angst, fluff

warnings; none

foreword; 

“Hwang Hyunjin, please,” you choke out, eyes welling up fast with unstoppable tears, “don’t play games with me.”

click here for ep 2!

“Hey beautiful. You new here?”

You look up and find yourself staring into the dark obsidian eyes of a tall boy, his lips curled up into a flirtatious smirk. Your eyes scan his name badge, which reads Hwang Hyunjin.

“Yes, I just transferred today.”

“You’re cute,” he says, sticking his hands in his pockets and assuming a laidback stance. “We should hang out sometime.”

You look straight at him, exasperation rising up your throat like bile, bitter and unpleasant. You were tired of all this. Tired of being constantly hit on on your first day in a new school, simply because guys thought you were cute. Tired of people trying to get to know you better simply because they were intrigued by your looks. Tired of the stares you received in the hallways, tired of people not really wanting to get to know you for your personality.

Being pretty isn’t all fun and games, as most people who envied you believed.

You force on a tight-lipped smile, the one reserved for driving away unwanted attention.

“Nice to meet you, Hwang Hyunjin. Yes, perhaps if you fix your personality we can hang out sometime. See you around, or not.”

You’re done. You wish your parents hadn’t decided to send you to this fancy prep school away from the warmth and assurance of your neighborhood. At least back in your old school, you had real friends, friends who stuck by you whether you were pretty or not.

Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you walk away from Hwang Hyunjin, hoping that would be the last you see of superficial assholes.

—

Unfortunately, that is not the case.

Your teacher decides that you need a buddy to show you around the school at least for the first week. You almost snort in her face. What are you, an elementary school kid? You’re certain you’re able to steer your way around the school without being some sort of safety hazard. Seoul High isn’t a labyrinth.

But she insists, so what can you do? And when she asks for volunteers to be your buddy, just about a dozen hands shoot up in the air.

“Wow, I can see Y/N’s already pretty popular,” the teacher remarks, making you want to crawl under your desk and stay there for an eternity.

“Hwang Hyunjin, maybe you can help,” he continues, and all the blood drains from your face.

After the saucy way you had spoken to him yesterday, he still volunteered to be your buddy? And worse, the teacher picked him? How were you going to face him now? The chakras must be aligning today, for there was no way such a nasty coincidence could have happened by chance. You try to sink further into your seat, if that were even possible.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” he says in a low voice, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Who knows what hell lies in store for you.

—

“Hey buddy.” Hyunjin saunters right up to you after class, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Don’t buddy me. I don’t need to be followed around like a child,” you say, feeling dread seize your gut at the thought of the conversation you two had yesterday. You quicken your pace and try to walk away from him.

“Hey, hey,” Hyunjin says, lightly grabbing your arm, stopping you from walking any further. “Look, I’m sorry for flirting with you, okay? I didn’t know you’d dislike it that much.”

You look at him, trying to read his eyes. As much as you hate to admit it, they look sincere.

“I won’t do it if it bothers you that much, all right? Can we start over?”

“Why do you wanna be friends with me? Tell me honestly,” you say, not in a demanding tone but with genuine curiosity.

“Okay, I admit I wanted to get to know you at first because you’re pretty. I say that in a completely non-flirtatious way. It’s just a fact that I’m sure you’re completely aware of,” he says, holding his hands up as if to prove his innocence. You stifle a chuckle. He’s learning fast.

“I guess I wanted to be your buddy… because you seem like a pretty cool person after yesterday.”

You gawk at him. After the way you snapped at him yesterday, he thinks you’re pretty cool?

“That’s a nice way of putting it. I guess I was kinda rude too. Sorry about that. But you should know that I had enough of terrible pickup lines on my first day.”

“Okay, fair enough,” Hwang Hyunjin says, smiling, his eyes disappearing into little crescents as he sticks his hand out for a handshake. “Let’s do this again. Hi, my name is Hwang Hyunjin. What’s yours?”

—

Over the course of the next few days, Hyunjin introduces you to his friends, Seungmin, Felix, and Jisung. They’re actually a really friendly bunch, and though they seem like a group of cool unapproachable guys from a distance, you soon discover that Seungmin loves plushies, Felix loves Jisung and Jisung is so hyperactive he can barely keep still for five minutes, just like a little boy.

In conclusion, they’re tolerable. And pretty adorable.

As for Hyunjin himself? He’s not so bad after all either. He has a wicked sense of humor and an absolutely beautiful laugh that you absolutely can’t get enough of. He is a player, though. He brings new girls to the lunch table almost every week, and every time he does a sinking feeling purges your stomach though you’re not sure why you’re so affected. He does keep his promise though, and hasn’t made any moves on you at all, which you greatly appreciate. At least he’s able to keep his thirsty ass in check around you.

This new school might not be so bad after all. Not when you have four goofballs for friends.

—

“I realized that I don’t really know you,” you say to Hyunjin one day while you two are walking home from school.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I honestly don’t know much about you. What do you like? What do you wanna be in future? What’s your favorite food? You know, all that kinda stuff.”

Hyunjin smiles. “You wanna know more about me? Fine then, ask away. I’m all open for today.”

“Okay, here goes.”

You learn that Hyunjin loves dancing, has a dog named Kkami, is an only child, and even lived in L.A. for a while when he was a kid. He loves sushi, hates vegetables and has recently gotten into reading in an attempt to ‘satiate his intellectual curiosity’ as he describes it.

“That’s so cool,” you say, “I would never have guessed that you were a dancer.”

“Yeah, not many people know about it anyway,” he says, still smiling, but this time his smile feels sadder, heavier somehow.

“Why?”

“I guess… they never really asked. I doubt they care. You know, you’re the first girl to play twenty questions with me,” Hyunjin says with a chuckle.

“I mean, I’m just curious. I do want to get to know you better, you know. I’ve told you a lot of things about myself but haven’t heard much from you. How can I call myself your friend when I don’t even know shit about you?”

Hyunjin looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. You can’t quite read his gaze.

“Anyway,” you continue, his unwavering gaze beginning to unsettle you, “what kind of dance do you do?”

“A little bit of everything. Hip hop, contemporary, modern sometimes.”

Your eyes suddenly light up with an idea. “Can I come see you dance one day?”

Hyunjin hesitates for a moment, and you worry that you may be crossing the line, overstepping the mark. After all, you two had only just met a couple weeks prior. You weren’t exactly chummy with him yet.

“If you don’t want to it’s okay—,”

But then he breaks out into that famous grin of his, and says simply, “Sure.”

—

Hyunjin’s dance practice room is located in a building near the school. He brings you there after class on Friday, and you sit down cross-legged on the parquet floor in anticipation, eager to see Hyunjin dance for the first time.

When the music blares he begins to groove to the beat as if he’s warming up, and then he launches into a series of beautiful movements, perfectly timed to the beat. It’s as if you’re seeing the music come alive, the rhythm manifested into a physical form.

In short, he’s great at dancing. You cheer as loudly as you can when he’s done.

“That was so good! Did you choreograph it yourself?”

Hyunjin takes a swig from a bottle of water before sitting down next to you on the floor. “Actually, that was freestyle.”

Your eyes widen. “Freestyle?”

“Yeah. Some of the moves I did wouldn’t have been possible with prepared choreo.”

“Damn, that was seriously amazing, Hwang Hyunjin. You’re crazy talented.”

Hyunjin smiles; a smile that could dethrone the sun, annihilate all darkness and gloom.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’m really glad I brought you here. You know, you’re the first person who knows about this.”

“You mean like, this place?”

“Yeah, I’ve never brought anyone here before. You’re the first and only.”

For some reason, his words cause a spark of sweetness to erupt in your chest. A feeling you would cherish and hold dear for all the days to come.

—

After that day when Hyunjin displays his dancing abilities to you, something seems to have changed in your relationship with him. A semblance of understanding seems to have passed between you two, and a switch is flicked in your relationship, catalyzing the development of a deeper connection between you two.

Basically, it is the start of the best times of your school life. Hyunjin practically sticks to you like glue, drags you to different bubble tea shops every day after school, and invites you to watch movies with the guys every weekend at his house. And every Friday, without fail, you two head to his dance practice room, and you do your homework there while he dances away into the night, with you occasionally looking up to rest your eyes and seek solace in the form of his dance.

What amazes you the most is that he doesn’t play around with girls anymore. In fact, you realize that he doesn’t hang out with many girls anymore, not after meeting you. Whenever you think about this a warm, indecipherable feeling washes over you.

One night Hyunjin asks to meet you at the Han River. You pull on your sweater and head out into the night, after asking your mom for permission, which she gladly gives. Even your mother is charmed by Hyunjin; all it took was one dinner which he readily wolfed down, but not without a ton of compliments from him, and your mom fell completely in love with the good-looking, tall and handsome chap as she describes him.

It is a beautiful night. The stars shine bright in the darkness of the night, radiating a spectacular sapphire sheen. Their reflections bounce off the Han River, turning the water surface into a sheet of glimmering, polished sequin silver. Gusts of wind flirt coquettishly with the water, birthing ripples. It’s the kind of night where you just feel like anything could happen.

What’s even more beautiful is Hwang Hyunjin, arms crossed over the cool metal railing overlooking the river, deep in thought. You skip over to him, startling him with a violent tap on his shoulder.

“Y/N, you sneaky little brat,” he says, laughing.

“I’m not sneaky, you’re just dumb. What were you thinking about anyway?”

Without missing a beat, Hyunjin says simply, “You.”

Your heart skips a beat.

Maybe he’s joking. “Me? Don’t you have better things to think about?”

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.”

His countenance turns serious then, and you know Hyunjin well enough to know that he isn’t in the mood for jokes. So you wait quietly for him to tell you what’s on his mind.

“There’s no other way to say it, so here goes; I’m in love with you.”

Hwang Hyunjin is in love with you.

Hwang Hyunjin is in love with you.

You can’t describe the rush of emotions swelling up in your chest at the very moment. It’s as though all the ripples in the river have accumulated in the very crevasse of your soul, threatening to turn you into a swirling wreck of emotions, a whirlpool of sensations.

“I know this seems really sudden, but… there’s just something about you I can’t explain. Maybe it’s because you’re the first person to ever ask about my passion, the first person to truly appreciate my dancing. I’m so in love with you, and I want to be with you all the time, so much that it hurts.

Hyunjin takes a step closer to you and intertwines his fingers with yours, and with that very action you feel your souls become one. Slowly drawing closer to you, he lets his lips hover just before your forehead, and you feel his warm breath ghost over your skin, sending a shudder down your spine.

You close your eyes for what he about to come.

As his soft lips meet your skin, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, you feel a surge of electricity charging through your veins, from the top of your head all the way down to your toes.

You think you might just be in love with Hwang Hyunjin too.

—

Needless to say, you’re unsure of how to face Hyunjin the next day.

He never officially asked you out-- he just romantically declared that he was in love with you. And your amateur mind had no idea what that meant.

Could it be safe to say that you’re dating now? He didn’t exactly brand a label on your relationship.

Scared, confused but also filled with a sense of anticipation and expectation that sent your nerves tingling at the very thought of Hwang Hyunjin, you step into school, only to be greeted by a frazzled Jisung.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, thinking it’s unusual for the happy-go-lucky Jisung, who didn’t have a care in the world, to look so bothered.

“It’s Hyunjin. Did he tell you he’s started dating the new transfer girl who came last week?”

a/n; ahhhh hyunjin y u gotta be like dis ._. will try to upload part 2 asap!!

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Dean Ambrose/OC (smut): You and Dean have been friends with benefits for a few months now, but as time has gone on, you see him as way more than just a friend. Roman and Seth always insist that Dean is into you, but you know that Dean isn’t interested in you in that way. Or at least, that’s what you thought. (A lot of various smutty scenes plus some fluff because of who I am as a person).

Woah hey this took way longer than expected. Sorry I’ve been so fucking busy, but hopefully now that I have a little more free time I’ll be able to write more! Enjoy!

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I let out a content sigh as I settled down onto my couch with my Chinese takeout in front of me, clad in my favorite pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Flipping my T.V. on, I randomly ended up switching to some cooking show that was currently in the middle of demonstrating how to make a rather decadent looking chocolate cake with some kind of filling.

I had the rest of the week off and was planning to spend a good chunk of my time doing not much at all, effective immediately. Traveling and working with WWE got exhausting, between the long car and plane rides and the endless string of hotel rooms, I was grateful for the opportunity to finally be able to relax in my own home and sleep in my own bed.

As I continued to dig into my dinner, making a mental note to maybe do a little more baking soon because damn that cake looked good, a loud banging on my front door reached my ears, causing me to practically jump out of my skin. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting anyone this late, and pretty much all of my friends were usually courteous enough to call or at least text if they were stopping by for a visit.

After waiting a few seconds, the banging continued, this time accompanied by the doorknob jiggling, causing my heart to sink. Whoever was at my door was trying to invite themselves inside. I scurried up off the couch, quietly hurrying over to grab the baseball bat that I kept next to the coatrack by my front door. I lived in a fairly safe neighborhood, but as a female living alone, I knew it was better to be safe than sorry.

Bat in hand, I stood pressed against the wall, straining to listen for something, anything else happening outside my door. The knob continued to jiggle and I could hear the faint sound of what sounded like a man’s voice, mumbling something in frustration that I couldn’t quite understand. After a few more seconds, I whipped the door open, ready to swing at whoever stood there, only to be greeted by the sight of a disgruntled Dean Ambrose.

“Fuckin’ shit doll it’s just me.” Dean’s hands shot up in front of him as he stumbled back a little bit, eyes wide. “Since when do you own a fuckin’ bat?”

“Jesus Christ Dean, you scared the shit out of me! I almost hit you with this!” I groaned, propping the wooden bat back up against the wall. Dean stood outside my door in his usual type of attire; an old pair of faded jeans, black boots, a slightly stained white t-shirt and his black leather jacket. It only took me a second glance to realize that he was wasted, something I could tell not only by the look on his face but by the fact that he could barely stand straight. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer verbally, but instead gave me a sheepish grin, leaning against the doorframe so as to not lose his balance. I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, amazed that he somehow was able to make it to my front door in one piece. “You’re staying here tonight. There’s no way I’m letting you try to get home like this.”

Dean smirked. “You sure that’s the only reason you want me spendin’ the night baby?” He reached down to give my ass a squeeze, “Not that I’d mind fuckin’ you ‘til mornin’,”

I playfully rolled my eyes and was about to swat his wandering hand away when I noticed the knuckles on both of his hands were badly bloodied. “Shit Dean what the hell happened?” I gently took his right hand in mine, the blood obscuring any chance of me being able to check just how bad the damage was.

He shrugged his shoulders, gaze avoiding mine, something he did when he wasn’t being completely honest or was afraid to tell the truth. “Just some asshole at the bar. Nothin’ you gotta worry yourself about sweetheart.”

I shook my head, helping him to the bathroom, deciding not to press him for the truth right now. “You really expect me not to worry about you? I don’t want you getting in any trouble,” I flipped the handle in the shower on, running my hand under the flowing water to check the temperature. “Get in. I’m going to get you some clean clothes and bandage you up when you’re done.”

“You’re not gonna join me?” Dean shrugged off his leather jacket, a lecherous grin on his face. “I could use some help getting…cleaned up.” He took a staggering step closer to me, biting his lip flirtatiously, deliberately trying to get me to cave. “Or…we could help each other get dirty, babe.”

The sound of our bodies slapping together underneath the stream of hot water echoed throughout my small bathroom as Dean grunted into my ear. “Fuck baby you’re so goddamn tight for me.”

I whined, my arms tightly wrapped around his neck as Dean held me up with my back pressed against the tiled wall as he pounded into me. “Dean please I’m so close!”

He smirked, mouth latching onto my neck, biting down just enough to make it hurt. I knew he’d leave marks that I’d have to cover up in the morning, which was something I not so secretly enjoyed. “C’mon baby, cum for me. Don’t’ wanna run outta hot water again.”

I hurriedly shook off my thoughts of our previous shower experience, giving him a look that could hardly be considered stern, “Go wash up, Dean. I mean it.” Before I could listen to any more of his pleas or attempts to woo me into the shower with him, I walked to my bedroom to fetch him some clean clothes. Dean stayed over so often that it became a habit to make sure that he always had a set or two of clothes around, along with a spare toothbrush.

I had known Dean for a few years, but only began sleeping with him about 5 or 6 months ago, and coincidentally it had started with the both of us being more than a little drunk. We were heading back to the hotel together after a night out with our co-workers and friends, stumbling out of the taxi, through the lobby and into the elevator.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet.” Dean asked, struggling a few seconds before pressing the correct button in the elevator.

“I think I drank too much.” I leaned my head against Dean’s shoulder as we rode the elevator up to our floor.

Dean nudged me once the elevator stopped moving, nodding to the open door. “Not what I meant. You were all happy n’ shit a little while ago, but now you seem sad.” While he wasn’t the most nurturing guy, Dean and I have known each other long enough and spent enough time together to the point where we both know when the other was acting odd. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just being dumb.” I mumbled as Dean and I made our way to the room we were sharing.

Whenever we were on the road, Dean usually was the one that I’d end up rooming with. Not that I didn’t love Roman and Seth, but Roman was way too much of an early bird for my taste and Seth was a night owl who snored like a damn bear. How the two of them roomed together as much as they did, I’ll never know.  

Dean grumbled, finally sliding the keycard correctly before opening the door. “You’re not being dumb. Tell me what’s on your mind babe.”

I flopped down onto my bed nearest to the window, surprised when Dean settled down next to me instead of on his own bed (Not that I minded). “It’s just…seeing Miz and Maryse and all the other couples together…gets to me sometimes. I try not to think about it but I just get so fucking lonely, Dean. It’s not like I’m looking for a soul mate or anything but I just want someone to be there, you know? Someone who doesn’t mind the schedule that comes with our line of work; someone who just fucking gets it.”

Dean was quiet and for a minute, I thought my rambling had put him to sleep but he, as gently as he could, wrapped an arm around me, doing his best to comfort me. “Hey it’s alright. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with wantin’ someone to be there. Everyone gets lonely sweetheart. Shit I feel it sometimes too.”

We were both silent again, me mainly because I was doing my damnedest to fight back drunken, over-emotional tears. I didn’t want Dean to see me cry over something so silly.

Suddenly, his arm was no longer around me and instead both of his hands were grasping my face, bringing it level with his so that our eyes met. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off if I’m overstepping here, but…you’re lonely, I’m lonely,” He paused, running his tongue over his bottom lip, almost as if he were choosing his next words carefully. “So let’s do somethin’ about it, sweetheart.”

And the rest, as they say, is history. I had been relieved, to say the least, that the next morning wasn’t awkward or weird between the two of us. Quite the opposite actually, as I discovered after Dean and I practically pounced on each other for another round. Even when we were just friends I absolutely found him attractive, but ever since that night, there was always something a little more there that only seemed to grow as we spent more and more time together. We both knew we didn’t want things getting too weird in the workplace, meaning the only ones who knew of our “relationship” were Seth and Roman. I think we had both eventually wanted to tell the two of them at some point; only we didn’t get the chance to do it ourselves.

“Deaaaaan stop teasing me.” I pouted, squirming beneath him. He was on top of me leaving small kisses (and the occasional bite) down my stomach, conveniently stopping right above my panty line with a devilish smirk on his face.

And instead of going lower like I hoped he would, he rose back up, claiming my lips with his own. “Mmm can’t help that you’re so much fun to tease, sweetheart.” He grinned into the kiss as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even closer to me.

We were both usually so careful, since this had been going on for about a month at this point so I’m not sure how it happened, but we both had no time to react when the door to our hotel room opened.

“Hey guys are you-“ As the voice stopped, it felt like everything in the room had as well. My eyes drifted towards the source of the voice to see our dear friend Seth Rollins, frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. I think Dean was so shocked that it didn’t immediately register to him that he was still on top of me.

Seth cleared his throat. “Fuck sorry I uh, just wanted to see if you guys wanted to come to breakfast with us and you both weren’t answering your phones so I-” Seth continued to ramble, his eyes desperately trying to find something, anything else in the room to focus on.

Dean finally snapped out of his daze and in one swift movement, threw himself off of me while tossing a blanket over my barely clothed form, adjusting himself in his boxers to make sure he was covered as well. “Listen it’s not-“

Seth took a step backwards, motioning towards the hall. “I should probably go before-“

“I thought we were getting breakfast! Is Ambrose still asleep?” The teasing voice of our other friend Roman Reigns interrupted Seth.

As I removed the blanket from my head, something Dean did during his haste to cover me, I saw Roman come into view in the doorway as well, his playful grin fading quickly.

His eyes travelled between Dean and I a few times before realizing what was happening, his mouth forming an “oh”.

After what felt like an eternity of silence between the four of us, Roman cleared his throat and gently elbowed Seth, “We’ll let you guys get dressed and meet you there. We’re going to the diner across the street.” With that, the two of them left us to change into something a little more presentable while we quietly freaked out amongst ourselves.

While it began as one of the most awkward breakfasts I’d ever experienced in my life, thankfully things ended on an all right note. Seth profusely apologized, assuring me over and over that he barely saw anything and that Dean had successfully blocked his line of sight, while Roman dryly joked that exchanging extra hotel keycards for “emergencies” wasn’t the best idea.

Dean and I explained briefly how things got started that very first night, while leaving out some of the more X-rated details, of course. I think the worry had quickly shifted from Dean and I being caught to our hooking up causing an uncomfortable dynamic in our friend group, which is something that he and I considered pretty heavily as us sleeping together became more and more frequent. It was definitely something that scared me, the thought of my relationship with any of them, especially Dean, changing for the worse, but Dean and I made a pact that no matter what, we wouldn’t let what we were doing interfere with us being friends.

I made my way back into the bathroom, placing his folded clothes on the edge of the sink, staying quiet so I didn’t have to listen to anymore of his begging. As much as I would have loved joining him in the shower, there was no way him drunkenly trying to lift me against the wall would be a smart idea.

I willed myself not to glance at Dean’s silhouette through the fogged-up glass where he stood, scrubbing his scruffy hair, as I quickly retrieved the first-aid kit from underneath my sink.

I left the bathroom and placed the first aid kit on my coffee table, popping it open to double check that I had what was needed in order to nurse Dean’s “battle wounds”. I walked over to my linen closet, pulled out a spare set of sheets and arranged them on my couch along with a spare pillow.

I heard some shuffling coming from then bathroom and shortly after felt a pair of arms wrap around my midsection. “Mmm you’re gonna make me sleep on the couch baby? Jeez am I really in the doghouse for scarin’ ya?”

“No Dean, you’re taking the bed. I’m sleeping on the couch.” I laughed. “And for the record, I think the only one who was scared was you when you saw the bat.”

He grumbled, ignoring the last part of my sentence. “Why would you wanna do a thing like that when you could be all cuddled up next to me, huh? I’m real comfy, you know.”

Turning around, I saw that, unsurprisingly, Dean chose to forgo the t-shirt I had left him and only wore the black sweatpants. If it were up to him, he’d probably be close to naked as often as possible.

I ignored his words, gesturing towards the couch. “Sit down and let me bandage you up.”

I swore I saw Dean’s face soften for a moment before he plopped down on the couch, holding both of his hands out towards me. “Always takin’ such good care of me.”

I opened my mouth to say something in response but decided against it and took a seat next to him. Upon closer examination, his wounds weren’t nearly as bad as they had appeared since all the blood was washed away. The knuckles on his three middle fingers were all split open, but nothing severe enough that would require any serious medical attention.

“So do you feel like telling me what actually happened?” I glanced up at him only to see that he was eyeing my dinner that lay long abandoned on my coffee table.

Dean let out a “pffft”. “Told you, just some asshole causing trouble. Had to straighten his shit out.”

I gently began to wrap his quickly bruising knuckles, raising a quizzical eyebrow at him. “Somehow I get the feeling that you were causing trouble too. As usual.” I had seen my fair share of Dean getting into brawls at bars, though usually Roman, Seth, or myself (or sometimes a combination of all three of us) are able to stop him before things could get physical.

“Who me? Never.” Dean gave me a lopsided grin, reaching for the fork with his free hand, using it to dig a dumpling out of one of the takeout boxes and popped it in his mouth. “This from that place down the street? Good shit.”

He also dug into some more than likely cold lo mein noodles before I finally finished addressing his wounds. “Alright let’s get you to sleep.” I somehow managed to get him into bed after he ate a few more bites of my dinner. He frowned, giving me his best attempt at puppy dog eyes when I continued to stand next to the bed.

“Dean that’s not fair.” I giggled, unable to hide my amusement. Sober Dean never begged, playfully or otherwise. When I’d tease him about it later on, he’d claim to not remember or flat out deny it. “The only one who begs here is you, doll.”  

“C’mon doll, just lay with me? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” He held his left hand up while he patted the empty space next to him with his right. “Scout’s honor.”

I let out a sigh as if I were conceding; when in reality it wasn’t that much of a fight for me. I absolutely loved the feeling of being snuggled up against Dean while we slept. Drunk Dean tended to toss and turn like no tomorrow in his sleep, prompting my makeshift bed on the couch, but when he was like this I could never really say no. “Alright boy scout just let me go clean up first.”

Dean flopped down on the bed, grinning victoriously as I made my way back to the kitchen, tossing the empty takeout box into the trash while sticking the leftovers in the fridge.

My phone suddenly buzzed from its place on my counter, the screen showing a message from Seth.

Hey sorry to bug you so late but have you heard from Dean at all?

I “heard” him drunkenly banging on my front door if that’s what you mean.

Shit sorry. Ro and I pried him off some drunken idiot he was kicking the shit out of and turned our backs for a minute. Next thing we know, Dean stumbled off. Had no idea where the hell he went.

It’s cool Seth, he’s crashing here tonight. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he’s already sleeping. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. :)

Thanks a million. He’s lucky he has you around to take care of him. ;) Night.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore Seth’s winky face that he decided to include and silenced my phone for the night. Seth was always a little more brazen whenever he’d tease me about Dean, as opposed to Roman, yet the two of them seemed like they were both a little too eager to play matchmaker.

That was also the second time in the evening where the idea of me “taking care” of Dean came up. I mean, don’t get me wrong, a lot of times I did, especially if I was playing designated driver and Dean drank a little too much. But that’s just what people who care about each other do, right? They take care of each other. And despite me being possibly the more “responsible” one, there were plenty of times where Dean took care of me too. Like when he punched a guy out at the bar for bothering me. Or like the time we were on tour for my birthday, but he still made it a point to order pizza to our hotel room and watch movies with me all night long.

When I got back to the bedroom, as predicted, Dean was already fast asleep, sprawled out smack dab in the middle of the bed, leaving me very little room, despite my bed being queen sized.

I crawled next to him, nudging him over as gently as possible so I could at least get some blanket for myself. “You’re such a handful, you know that?”

A loud snore was the only response I received, as Dean remained unmoving on his back for now.

I rolled my eyes, managing to pull a pillow from his side of the bed, finally making myself comfortable. “You’re lucky I love you.”

I woke up the next morning relatively early with Dean’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his front pressed against my back as he softly snored in my ear.

Squirming out of his grip, I made my way to the kitchen and began brewing a pot of coffee. Figuring that Dean would probably wake up feeling like absolute shit, the least I could do was whip the two of us up some breakfast and maybe get him some aspirin if his hangover was that severe. I wasn’t sure exactly how much he had drank last night, but something tells me it was maybe more than usual.

I began getting out the ingredients necessary to make pancakes, Dean’s all-time favorite breakfast food. Although he absolutely loathed waking up early, Dean loved breakfast. Mostly for the food, but partially for the all too familiar sight of me in the kitchen wearing his t-shirt from the night before.

“God damn you feel fuckin’ good baby.” Dean had me bent over the countertop, my cheek pressed against the cool marble as he pounded into me from behind. “This pussy is so fucking tight for me, fuck.”

I let out a whine as his hand ran over my ass, spanking each cheek once before squeezing harshly. “Mmm fuck Dean, harder!”

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you harder baby? What about breakfast? Maybe I should stop.” he teased, having the nerve to slow down, and I almost thought he was going to completely pull out of me and stop all together.

About 5 minutes prior to our current position, I had been brewing a pot of coffee and asking Dean what he wanted to eat for breakfast. Not surprisingly, he had responded with, “you” which I brushed off, but apparently, he wasn’t kidding around this time.

Of course, I slapped his wandering hand away, telling him that he should really eat something, that it’s no good to work out on an empty stomach, that Roman and Seth would be waiting for him. I quickly found myself melting underneath his touch as his lips found their way to my collarbone, his fingers tugging my shorts down my legs, but leaving the oversized white shirt on before angling me over the kitchen counter.  

“No! Please don’t stop! Please!” I knew he wanted me to beg. Wanted me to show him how much I really wanted it. We had just started and I already felt myself coming dangerously close to the edge, my hands slid across the smooth marble, desperate to hold onto something.  

I could hear him chuckle in response as he promptly sunk his cock back into me as deep as it could go. “God you’re so hot like this. No worries baby, I ain’t stoppin’.”

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts, thankful that I did so before I could accidentally burn our breakfast.

I flipped a few more pancakes, piling them high on a glass plate before bringing them to the table, spraying a cute little whipped cream smiley face on top as a last-minute touch. I usually made plenty since Dean had a pretty hefty appetite, and I knew hungover Dean could be especially ravenous.  

As if on cue, Dean stumbled out of the bedroom, hair unruly and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Morning darlin’.”

“Morning,” I shot him a smile, pouring him a cup of coffee. “Made your favorite.”

“Well ain’t you just a regular homemaker?” Dean teased, plopping down in his seat, chuckling as I gasped playfully, feigning offense. “Kidding. You’re an angel, thanks.”

We ate in comfortable silence, Dean practically inhaling his pancakes without bothering to fully chew them first, one of the telltale signs of a grown man with a terrible hangover.

I laughed, “Take it easy, I can make more you know. Don’t go choking to death on me.” And leaned forward, wiping away some whipped cream that had found its way onto the corner of his mouth in his stubble. Before I could move back, Dean grabbed my wrist, pulling me so that I was sitting on his lap, noisily sucking the whipped cream off of my finger, eyes locked with mine.

I bit my lip, admittedly finding the sight more than a little arousing as Dean’s free hand slowly crept up my thigh. “I think I’d rather be eatin’ something else right now,”

Suddenly a knock came to my front door, causing Dean to groan into my neck in frustration. “Leave it doll. Please? S’probably nothin’ important.”

I wiggled out of his arms and stood up to answer the door, much to Dean’s (and admittedly my own) disappointment. At my front door stood Roman and Seth, both clearly dressed for the day unlike Dean and myself.

“Ambrose you’re awake and functioning? After last night? I must be dreaming.” Seth cackled and stepped inside, ruffling my hair lightly as he did so.

Roman followed behind him, wrapping an arm around me in a hug, “Thanks for looking after him. Seth and I were worried when he disappeared on us last night.”

I gave the large Samoan’s tattooed arm a squeeze, smiling. “What kind of person would I be if I let this knucklehead stumble home drunk by himself?”

Dean let out a long yawn, “Oh shit. We supposed to train today?” Sure enough, Seth and Roman were all decked out in their typical gym attire of basketball shorts and t-shirts.

“Yeah and we’re gonna be late. Get your ass in gear, Ambrose. Chop chop.” Seth motioned towards the door.

Dean grabbed the clean shirt he had left in the bathroom the night before and tossed it on over his head. “Catch you later, doll.” He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in for a surprisingly long kiss. “Thanks for breakfast.”

Roman lingered behind as Seth and Dean went out the door, Seth giving me a 10-mile-wide grin as he did. “So…did anything interesting happen last night?”

I shot him a playful look, “I think it’s a little invasive to be asking about my sex life, Ro. But no, just drunk Dean being drunk Dean.”

Roman’s chest rumbled with laughter, “You know what I meant. And believe me, I don’t need to know the…intimate details. Especially after seeing you two almost naked.”

“I do, and the answer is still no, Roman.” He was most likely asking because of the kiss Dean gave me before leaving. It wasn’t unusual for Dean to plant one on me in front of Roman and Seth every so often, but admittedly it was never long or dare I say, loving, like this one had been.

“I just think you’re making a mistake sweetheart. I know for a fact he really cares about you. Don’t you think you should tell him how you feel?” Despite his gentle words, Roman was frowning at me. I knew he didn’t approve of me keeping my feelings from Dean.

I didn’t really want to talk about this much more, mainly because I’d get upset thinking about how Dean will never really want a relationship, not just with me, but with any other girl. “I didn’t say he didn’t care, Ro. I’m just being realistic. Dean isn’t a relationship guy. And that’s fine, I just have to accept that.” I was almost certain that Dean and I were exclusively sleeping with just each other, but the thought of him with anyone else admittedly left a pit in my stomach.

With a disapproving look and a shrug, Roman headed for the door, “I’m just telling you I’ve known Ambrose a long time. And I’ve never seen him with anyone the way he is with you.” And bid me a goodbye, going to join Seth and Dean in the car downstairs.

I tried not to let Roman’s words affect me as I went on with my day, but it was proving to be more difficult than I thought. There was no way Dean felt the same way about me as I did him. He probably just kissed me like that as a “thank you” for taking care of him and making breakfast this morning. Just something that a good friend would do. A really, really good friend.

A few hours passed and after running errands and doing miscellaneous things around the house, my phone buzzed with a text.

Picking up the phone, I saw it was from Dean. He wasn’t much of a texter, so it was a little unusual to say the least. Dean was more of a talk in person type; always frustrated with texting and that he can never show how he really feels. I had recently gotten him to try “facetime” though, which he was surprisingly really excited about, especially since he seemed to loathe the smartphone he received after having a crappy flip phone for the longest time. “You mean I can talk to people face to face without having to deal with them in person!? That’s fuckin’ great, holy shit.” It also helped on nights where we weren’t on the road together but were feeling particularly…needy.

“Shit stop teasing me baby. S’not fair.” Dean’s groan sounded from the other side of the phone as I ran my camera over my body.

I giggled. “I’m not teasing. Just showing you what I bought at the mall today. Nothing wrong with that.” I knew Dean would want to facetime me once he was back at the hotel, so I had picked up a lace, baby pink lingerie set from Victoria’s Secret when I had gone shopping earlier in the day.

“It’s teasing because I ain’t there to rip it off you.” Dean practically growled as I fiddled with the strap of my bra, sliding it slowly down my shoulder, “Can’t wait ‘til this week is over.”

“Hmmm? Why’s that?” I gave him a coy smile, biting my lip as I saw his free hand slide down and grab the now prominent bulge in his jeans.

“I’ll have you all to myself. Then you’re gonna get it, cupcake.”

I stopped myself before my thoughts could wander any further and opened the message.

Doing anything tonight?

Nope, nothing at all. What’s up?

Good. We’re going out to dinner. Wear something fancy.

Ok? Can I at least ask what the occasion is?

Nope. Picking you up at 7.

I raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that he wouldn’t give me any more details, even if I asked. I knew it wasn’t anyone’s birthday, so my mind was a blank at what could be cause for any type of celebration.

It didn’t take me too long to get ready; I didn’t do anything too crazy special with my hair and my makeup was what I usually went with plus some red lipstick as an extra little touch. Going based off of Dean’s decently vague description of “fancy”, I decided to wear a simple, yet elegant off the shoulder black cocktail dress and a pair of matching black heels.

A knock came to my door at a surprisingly punctual 6:58 pm. Dean wasn’t exactly great when it came to being on time for things, so I was surprised to say the least.

I opened the door to see him standing there, wearing a black suit jacket over a gray button-down with dark pants, and a way too large bouquet of pink flowers clasped tightly in his hands.

“Woah. Shit babe, you look amazing.” He held the flowers out to me, a grin on his face. “Here. I know you like pink and all that.”.

“Aww thank you Dean, they’re beautiful.” I took the flowers from him, retreating briefly back to the kitchen. I fished a vase out from under one of the cabinets, quickly filled it with water and placed the bouquet front and center on my coffee table.

Dean held his arm out to me in a rather dramatic fashion, grinning. “Shall we?” We walked down to his car, where he opened the passenger side door for me before sliding into the driver’s seat. “Shit I’m happy I picked you up. Hate driving in this part of town; way too much fucking traffic.” He put the car into drive, lightly grasping my left hand with his right as we pulled onto the road.

Whether it was between hotels in different cities or just around town to meet up with friends, Dean always liked to have me in the car with him while he drove. Mainly because I was able to keep him calm during his frequent bouts of road rage. In more ways than one.

“Ugh Christ doll you’re so fuckin’ good with your mouth…” Dean groaned, his right hand entangled in my hair while the left gripped the steering wheel as my mouth moved up and down on his member. Dean and I were driving to the venue for Monday Night Raw, and he was quite grumpy after sitting in about half an hour of traffic on the highway. Thankfully we were now in a rather rural area on some back roads, and the only car at that.

Usually I could get him to calm down a little just by making sure he didn’t get out of the car and strange whoever was driving in front of us, but today he was particularly on edge. So, I decided to help him de-stress in one of the only ways I knew wouldn’t fail.

I felt a brief stretch of bumpiness on the asphalt beneath us as my tongue worked the head of his cock. “Keep your eyes on the road, Ambrose.” I playfully scolded before he urged me to continue my ministrations.

“Can’t help it when I got something so gorgeous in my lap. Love seein’ that pretty lil’ mouth ‘round my dick.” He hummed, and I could tell he was turning something over in his mind. “You know I could just pull over. So the both of us could have a little fun. Backseats got plenty of room…” I could tell he was grinning as he sang the last part.

I knew he wasn’t wrong; we had wound up with a rather spacious rental this time around. “We’ll be at the hotel soon, Dean. I think you can wait.”

“Mmm but we have over an hour until we get there, sweetheart. Don’t know if I can wait that long.” I felt the car slow down and before I knew it, we had pulled to a stop on the side of the road.

I sat back up, sighing loudly in order to cover up the grin that was creeping onto my face, “If we end up being late, I’m blaming you.” And began to climb into the backseat.

Dean smirked, “The only thing you’ll be blaming me for is when you’re walkin’ funny through the lobby.” And gave my ass a slap before following me. “Now get your ass back there so I can fuck your brains out.”.

“Hey, you in there?” I jolted as Dean lightly shook my shoulder, taking me out of my daydream. We were parked in the lot adjacent to the restaurant.

“Oh jeez, sorry. I was zoning out.” I hoped my face wasn’t as flushed as it felt.

Dean chuckled, thankfully not pressing me any further. “All good. We’re here.”

We got out of the car and made our way towards the restaurant; an all too fancy place that I had never tried, mainly because an occasion had never arisen until now apparently.

We were led over to our table after Dean gave his reservation name. Dean hurriedly pulled my chair out for me, as the waiter left us with our menus.

I was thrown off suddenly as I sat down. It was a table for two. It was pretty common practice for the four of us to go out together, and I had just assumed Seth and Roman were meeting us here, as they usually would. “Are…Roman and Seth not coming?”

I saw a brief look of disappointment flicker across his face and I instantly regretted my words. “Oh. I uh, thought it’d be nice if it were just the two of us tonight, doll. If that’s alright with you?”

I was more than all right with it, but my heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. “Yeah of course. I’m just so used to being a group of four, you know? Thank god too, you’ve seen the way they eat.” I teased, hopefully lightening the mood. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I didn’t want to be here with him.

Dean smiled at me from across the table as the waiter came back with a bottle of red wine, pouring each of us a glass, giving us a few minutes to decide on what we were ordering. I was about 75% certain Dean didn’t like wine all that much so I wasn’t sure why he requested a bottle be brought.

“Be right back, just wanna wash my hands.” Dean got up and made his way towards the bathrooms.

As I tried to calm myself a little, the realization of this being a “date” of sorts dawning on me, my phone buzzed within my purse. I fished it out, only to be greeted with a text from Roman.

Hope you’re having a good time.

You knew about this!?

The next message came with a picture attached, a selfie of Roman and Seth, sitting in what looked like Seth’s apartment with takeout in front of them, playing video games with Seth’s dog curled up in his lap. You’re eating better than we are. Enjoy your date. ;)

Meanwhile Dean was splashing some water on his face, his phone vibrating in his pocket. Dean hurriedly grabbed the device, seeing that the message was from Seth.

How’s it going?

Great, except that I’m hiding in the bathroom.

For the love of God, the fucking bathroom, Dean?

Can’t help it. I’m fucking nervous.

Trust me man, she’s crazy about you.  Just get your ass back out there.

Dinner had gone on relatively well. Dean’s always been a pretty easy guy to talk to, and we found ourselves going on as if we weren’t on what could be considered a date. Not just us hanging out at the bar with other people, or relaxing at my house, but a real, actual, legitimate date. It was like nothing I had ever experienced with a guy, especially not Dean, who let’s face it, usually wasn’t into the whole “wine and dine” thing.

After we finished our meal, Dean paid the bill and we drove back to my place in comfortable silence. Dean lingered at the door, almost as if he were unsure if I was going to invite him in until it actually happened.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Dean,” I smiled as he threw his jacket over one of the chairs in my living room. “Also not that I didn’t enjoy myself, but you never told me what the occasion was?”

Dean chuckled, plopping down onto my couch. “What I ain’t allowed to take you somewhere nice just because I feel like it?”

“Not for nothing but “somewhere nice” is usually my couch with a bottle of whiskey and some burgers and fries.” I giggled, taking a seat next to him and kicked off my heels with a content sigh. It was certainly rare for me to dress up like this, especially with the heels, so being barefoot again was a welcome relief.

Dean put his hand over his heart, as if I had actually hurt his feelings and turned away from me. “Ohhh one fancy dinner and suddenly you’re too good for the best burger joint in town? I see how it is. Last time I take you to any of my favorite places.”

I gasped just as dramatically, “First of all, that’s the absolute worst thing you’ve ever said to me! You know I love their cheese fries!” I tugged his arm so that he faced me again. “I’m trying to be serious, Dean!”

Dean chuckled again, his eyes barely meeting mine. “I know doll, I’m just havin’ a real hard time saying this. Not great at…expressin’ my feelings n’ shit, you know?”

I didn’t respond this time, giving him the silence that I had a feeling he needed in order to say whatever was on his mind.

Dean’s gaze finally met my own as he nervously licked his lips before opening his mouth, “God I just want so much more than…all this. I love driving with you, I love getting drunk and doing stupid shit with you, I love waking up with you next to me. Jesus, I just fuckin’ love you, ok? And I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you for the longest goddamn time.”

My heart felt as if it were in my throat as he sat there, anxiously wringing his hands together, his eyes finding sudden interest in my living room carpet. I had no idea what to say. I mean, I knew what I wanted to say to him; how I felt absolutely, without a doubt, the same way and that I too had been keeping it to myself for the longest time. “Why did you wait until now to tell me? Why tonight?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, “You said you weren’t looking for a “soul mate” so I didn’t wanna bring it up. Thought you didn’t want me like that. Thought you weren’t interested. But I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Felt like I was gonna fuckin’ burst every time I saw you.”

I don’t know why I kept asking so many questions, but I was truly at a loss at the moment, gently gripping his hand. “How long have you felt this way, Dean?”

“Since I first kissed ya, babe. Shit maybe even before that.” I could tell by the smile on his face that he was looking back fondly on the memory, even though it may have been a little fuzzy. “All I know is I fell for ya, real fuckin’ hard. And I just…I had to tell ya. I know it’s a lot for you to take in but-“

I abruptly cut him off by pressing a kiss against his lips, causing a noise of surprise to arise from his throat. The longer I let him talk, the more I knew he would overthink the whole situation, and being that I couldn’t come up with anything to say at the moment, I figured I’d just show him how I felt. Dean seemed to have put two and two together and feverishly returned the kiss, all teeth as he nipped my bottom lip with a low growl.

He pulled away suddenly, practically gasping for air, “You wanna know the real reason I nearly killed that idiot at the bar?” He didn’t wait for me to answer and continued talking. “He was talkin’ about you. Made some gross comments and I lost my shit.” He sounded as if he were nearly out of breath talking, as if he was hurrying to get all of the words out of his mouth before he forgot them. “If Roman and Seth hadn’t held me back I probably would’ve knocked that son of a bitch’s teeth out. That’s why I told you today. Because of all things, that stupid asshole made me realize just how much I fucking care about you, princess.”

Before I could reply, Dean’s lips were against my neck, a rumble sounding deep within his throat. “Not to ruin the moment or anything, but you look fuckin’ smokin’ hot in this dress.” I felt him smirk as his fingers ran down my back, toying with the zipper. “Still wanna get you out of it though.” I could barely hold back the whimper the escaped my lips, chills spreading over my entire body at the sensation of his teeth nipping at the skin near my collarbone.

Dean stood me up and unzipped my dress from behind, slowly kissing down my shoulder blades as he did so, the scruff of his beard rubbing against my skin. “So fuckin’ gorgeous for me darlin’. Always so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

He carefully helped me out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor to pool at my feet, leaving me in only my matching bra and panty set, the plum-colored one I knew he loved. The sentiment that was affirmed by the low groan and the “fuck” he uttered under his breath as he lightly pushed me so I was on the couch, laying on my back.

“Promise I’m gonna take real good care of you, angel.” He positioned himself between my legs, dropping down and running a finger over my clothed core, causing me to shudder. “Least I can do since you’re always takin’ such good care of me.” He didn’t even bother removing my panties, instead simply pulled them to the side, “Gotta taste you, baby. Can’t help myself,” and grinned before leaning forward and burying his face in between my thighs.

I almost jolted off the couch from the contact but Dean’s firm grip on my legs kept me in place. His tongue immediately went to work on my clit, dipping down every so often to run over my folds, gauging his movements based off of how loudly I would moan or gasp in response. “Mmm so nice and wet for me doll.” He glanced up at me as he placed an achingly slow and long lick directly on my clit, grinning as he did so. “This pretty little pussy always so ready for me.”

“Oh fuck Dean!” I cried out, arching against each lick and stroke of his tongue as my hands found their place in his hair, tugging at his light brown locks. The sensation of his mouth on me combined with the slight burn of his facial hair rubbing against my thighs was sending me into sensory overload. 

With each swipe of his tongue I felt my orgasm creeping up almost embarrassingly close. Dean must have been able to tell I was close to finishing, stopping to shoot a smirk up at me. “Fuck baby, almost there already?” I chewed my bottom lip, nodding, a blush spreading across my cheeks. I don’t know if I was just way too aroused or if Dean was doing a particularly good job (or maybe it was both), but either way I wasn’t complaining.

Dean seemed incredibly smug, always proud of the wonderfully dirty things he could do with his tongue and mouth. Sometimes, for his idea of “fun” he’d try to see how quickly or how many times he could make me cum. Like it was some sort of accomplishment worth bragging about. Thankfully (at least I hoped) he never did.

“Don’t worry. You know I ain’t gonna let this be your only one.” With that, Dean resumed, his tongue going into overdrive as it circled my clit at a more rapid pace. Dean didn’t take his eyes off of me as my first orgasm ran through me like a freight train, a satisfied “mmm” coming out of him, the vibration drawing one last, loud moan from me.

Dean sat back up, hurriedly tossed his shirt off behind him and undid the buckle on his pants, somehow kicking them off his legs without tripping. I sat up, my legs still a bit shaky, watching as he stripped his boxers off. He seemed downright frantic, as if I would change my mind if he didn’t strip fast enough.

Dean shot me a grin when he saw me admiring his naked form and sat on the couch, pulling me towards him. “Get on top, baby. Wanna watch you. Wanna really look at you when I fuck you.”

With my legs still wobbling, I climbed over so I was straddling him and slowly sunk down onto his cock with very little effort, my eyes fluttering shut as I did so. “Ohhhh fuck.” Dean and I had done this dozens of times, but the feeling of him filling me up was something that I could never get enough of. “God Dean, you feel amazing.”

Dean groaned loudly, his hands immediately grasping my hips as I settled myself in his lap, a knee on either side of him. “Shit just like that, so fuckin’ good, baby. So tight.” Slowly, his hips began to roll against mine, drawing out each and every motion, a stark contrast to the rough, fast-paced sex we would usually have. His movements felt deliberate and calculated, with every thrust brushing up against my core in just the right way.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved me up and down on him, each and every thrust hitting me in just the right spot. “Dean just like that, oh my god.” Though it was more gentle than usual, each of his slow-paced thrusts were sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

Dean always made me feel sexy when we were together. Sometimes it was with his words, telling me how gorgeous I looked with his cock in my mouth or how good I looked on my hands and knees. Other times the noises I’d elicit from him with my mouth would be the only indication I would need from him. I was always pretty sure of myself when we had sex. But now? It felt like the first time all over again. Only this time I didn’t have the liquid courage of one too many whiskey cokes in me. Just the tangible nervousness that seemed to be lingering in the air.

I didn’t voice these thoughts, but it turned out that I didn’t have to. It seemed as if every word out of Dean’s mouth was some sort of praise of how beautiful I was or how much he loved me. It was like the first time he said it broke the dam and now he couldn’t stop saying it.

Usually, Dean’s mouth would stay attached to my breasts or his face would be buried into my neck, leaving a trail of marks, pausing here and there to whisper filthy things into my ear. But instead, his blue orbs were locked with mine, occasionally squeezing shut every so often as I continued to bounce in his lap, only breaking eye contact when he’d lean in to kiss me.

“God you’re so beautiful. Shit, you’re always beautiful but something about when you’re like this, doll…” he trailed off, slowly thrusting his hips back into me, pressing another soft kiss to my lips. “You are just…so fuckin’ perfect baby.”

I leaned forward, claiming his lips again as another moan escaped me. “Dean please, I’m so fucking close. Don’t make me beg for it, please let me cum.” I was trying desperately to keep it together but failing miserable as my second orgasm was quickly sneaking up on me much faster than I had anticipated. “I need to cum Dean, please. Please?”

“Oh you can cum, baby. I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you cum for me again.” he chuckled. I could tell by his thrusts becoming more and more shallow and by the look on his face that he was also nearing the edge. He slid his right hand between us, quickly finding my clit and rubbing in small, hurried circles, holding me tightly pressed against him with his other arm. “C’mon gorgeous cum for me just one more time. Show me how god damn pretty you look when you cum all over my dick, baby.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, letting out a cry that was a mix of his name that trailed off into a bout of incoherent moans. Dean growled, slamming me down onto him one last time before spilling himself inside of me, his mouth hanging open slightly. “Holy shit, babe.”

I slid my arms back around his neck, breathing out a laugh as he kissed me again, pressing our foreheads together. It took us both a few minutes before we had the energy to move again, and after separating, Dean scooped me up into his arms, carrying me towards my bedroom. “Lemme go pick those up.” He gestured towards our discarded clothes that littered the living room floor. “I know you hate when I leave my clothes all over the place.” He wasn’t wrong; I never let him hear the end of it if we’re at his place and he hasn’t done his laundry, which is more often than not.

Dean laid me down in the middle of the bed and retreated briefly back into the living room to clean up.

I stood up, my legs still slightly trembling as I walked over to my drawer, grabbing a pair of panties and one of Dean’s shirts to sleep in. I had a feeling he’d protest seeing me in clothes, thoroughly enjoying having me naked next to him in bed.

Instead, Dean walked into the room in the middle of me changing, wolf whistling as I pulled his shirt over my head. “Well ain’t you lookin’ cute.” Dean grinned, pulling a clean pair of boxers on before flopping into bed. “Starting to think you should only be allowed to wear my clothes from now on.”

I crawled into bed next to him, adjusting so that my head laid against his chest. I closed my eyes, ready to fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, which sounded as if it was just slowing down to a normal speed.

I could feel Dean fumbling around for a few seconds with the arm that wasn’t around me, and I assumed he was being a saint and shutting my alarm for the next day. I heard him mumble to himself a few times before I heard a loud, familiar cackle followed by Dean’s “Oh shit”.

I opened my eyes and discovered what the issue was. Dean, phone in hand, had apparently facetimed Seth in what I can only assume was an accident. “Fuck I was trying to text you how the fuck-“ Despite him sort of having the hang of it, I was really going to have to teach him how to use his new phone properly someday.

“Well I was gonna ask you how dinner went but I can see that ya’ll just finished dessert.” Seth laughed again. “Also, thanks for not being naked by the way. Was worried I’d have to throw my phone to make sure I didn’t see anything I shouldn’t.”

I groaned, taking a handful of covers and pulling them over my head. “Can’t this wait until tomorrow, Seth?”

Dean cleared his throat and I could tell by the way he was speaking that he had the biggest grin on his face. “My bad, meant to text you.” Dean tugged the covers back down so that I could see him again. “You cool with me telling him, babe?”

“If he hasn’t figured it out already then be my guest.” I nudged his arm over slightly so that I could get comfortable again.

“What’s up? What did you guys-“ Seth’s eyes suddenly widened with the realization of what Dean and I were implying. “Oh no. No way. Are you fucking serious!? Holy shit man, finally! You hear that, Roman!?” Seth was practically shouting at this point, hurriedly passing the phone to Roman.

“About damn time, uce. Between the two of you being so damn stubborn I almost thought it’d never happen.” The large Samoan grinned at us from the other side of the screen. “And I’m also happy you two are halfway decent this time.”

Dean shooed the two of them off facetime after another minute with the promise of catching up over lunch tomorrow and tossed his phone off to the side. “Shit sorry ‘bout that angel. As you can tell, I’m still sorta gettin’ used to the whole “smartphone” thing.”

I laughed, “All good. We were going to have to tell them at some point. And like they said, at least we both had a little more on.” I quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Hey don’t gimme that look, babe! I had you covered last time, didn’t I?” Dean scratched his stubble, grinning sheepishly.

I gave his hand a squeeze, smiling at him softly. “Mmhm. Always taking care of me.” As I readjusted in his arms, a rather large realization suddenly dawned on me. “Oh my gosh!”

Dean raised an eyebrow at my exclamation as he pulled the sheets up over our bodies, “You good babe? What’s up?”

“I just realized I never said it back! What’s wrong with me!?” I quickly scrambled so that I was sitting back up and grasped his face in my hands, peppering small kisses all over his cheeks and lips. “I love you too, Dean. So so so much.” Finally saying it out loud and seeing the look on his face when I said it was something that made me happier than I could ever imagine. Not having to hold it in every single time I was with him filled me with relief beyond compare.

Dean let out a laugh, “S’ok. Figured it was sorta implied. Jesus how’d I get so fuckin’ lucky huh?” and kissed me again as I settled back into his arms. “Let’s get some sleep baby. Been a long ass day.” As my eyes shut, I felt him lean in, whispering in my ear, “Gonna be takin’ care of you for a long time, so get used to it doll.”

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3x02: The Kids Are Alright

Then:

Dean’s going to hell, guys!

Now:

In Cicero, Indiana, a divorced suburban mom anxiously waits the return of her daughter. It’s the girl’s night to spend with her dad, but upon her return she pleads with her mom to never go back. It’s scary and there are monsters there. Meanwhile, the dad is busy working in his shop --making a wooden toy that’s about 5 years too late if it’s for his daughter that hates him. It’s late so he calls it a night, but as he walks away, the table saw spins to life.

He switches it off and walks away again --only for it to turn on again. As he goes to investigate again, something attacks him from behind, pushing him onto the blade. Blood gushes everywhere! And the camera pans to the little wooden horse, rocking slowly back and forth.

Meanwhile, Sam is 1000% unable to play it cool when talking to Bobby about Dean’s demon deal, flubbing about ordering pizza at a diner. Good save, Sammy! Dean’s caught a case and a serious desire to relive the bendiest weekend of his life. He’s in YOLO mode and wants to see Lisa Braeden again. Dean’s in high spirits as he drops Sam off at the motel, telling him, “Don’t wait up for me.”

Dean pulls into a new suburban neighborhood, and locates Lisa’s house. She’s a bit surprised to see him. It’s been almost 9 years since that weekend after all. “Dean Winchester. Wow.” Haha, so say we all. She’s a bit busy at the moment. She’s throwing a birthday party for her son, Ben, who’s turning 8. He also has close cropped spiky hair, loves hard rock, cars, and food. Dean looks on with consternation while Lisa greets her friend, the woman from the cold open. Dean mingles with the locals.

And some quality time with his mini-me.

Dean does some quick math in his head (I LOVE when Dean visibly counts to himself. It’s something so endearing and consistent about Dean over the years.)

Lisa is consoling her friend about her ex-husband’s untimely demise. Her friend confesses that she feels there’s something wrong with Katie, her daughter. In fact, she’s not sure it’s actually her daughter. She goes to collect Katie to leave the party.

Dean walks in and ever so casually asks Lisa if Ben is his. (Natasha: dies laughing) Lisa dismisses his concerns, but it’s clear Dean’s still a little nervous. But even under possible parental distress, Dean’s able to work the case and ask Lisa about the death of her friend’s ex. Lisa admits to a lot of bad things in the neighborhood.

Sam, meanwhile, gets a visit from Ruby. Cue dramatic zoom. Sam wants to know more about her knife that can kill demons (those innocent days! I don’t even think he knows she’s a demon here!) Ruby wants to talk about Sam’s ESP -- and his mom’s friends (what?? My mind is fuzzy about this.) As she’s leaving, she tells Sam there’s a case in this town.

Two seconds later, Dean calls and tells Sam there’s a case in this town --four other people have died in Lisa’s neighborhood.

Meanwhile, Lisa’s friend wakes from a nap (after falling asleep reading The Historian. Lol, I completely understand Friend of Lisa, but Show, a book about bloodsuckers is a little too on the nose.) Her daughter is watching her like a little creepoid.

The girl is creepy and clingy and has some seriously messed up skin when the mom sees her reflection in the mirror.

Sam investigates the other homes where people died.

I submit this photograph for Insurance purposes only:

As the woman points out where her husband fell and died, Sam notices blood on the windowsill, and a blank staring little girl looking out the window --and a sucker-like hickey on the back of the mom’s neck.

Friend of Lisa’s is rubbing her own neck when she’s making Katie her lunch. She tells her daughter to eat and then locks herself in the bathroom to inspect her own sucker hickey. Eww. There’s a pounding on the door. She wants in. She continues to rattle the door while Friend of Lisa’s grows increasingly worried. The rattling stops when the doorbell rings. She rushes downstairs to find Katie answering the door to the neighborhood sunshine representative, bearing a basket of goodies. The woman inquires how they’re doing, and then about if they’re planning on keeping the house. Cold, lady. Friend of Lisa’s slams the door in her face, only to find Katie right there demanding ice cream.

Out and about, Dean sees a sad Ben, sitting alone. He joins Ben on the bench and asks if there’s something wrong. Ben’s as chatty as his not-father when it comes to emotions. Some kid borrowed Ben’s game and now he won’t give it back. Ben refuses to let Dean meddle. Dean’s proud of the little guy for wanting to fight his own fights. (I hold back my commentary about toxic masculinity being passed down to the next generation. My, how far we’ve come, Dean Let-It-Go Winchester.)

Ben heads up to the group of bullies and calls out the kid who stole his game. Ben knees him in the balls and grabs his game while Dean grins from the sidelines. Lisa storms up and berates Ben for kicking another kid. Dean gets the Mom Look of Death ™.

Lisa (RIGHTLY SO) reminds Dean that they spent a single night together years ago and it is hella creepy for Dean to be hanging out with her son right now. Like, I KNOW RIGHT? (Team Lisa) Lisa and Ben head out, only for Ben to run back to Dean and give him a big thank you hug. It’s super adorable.

And then...the adorableness dies swiftly as creepy children in the playground turn in unison to stare at Dean.

And back with Friend of Lisa, her daughter is aggressively telling her that she loves her while mom, weeping, buckles her into the car. Mom adjusts the rearview and catches a glimpse of...well…

Drive, momma, drive! The little girl is still JONESING for ice cream so mom drives them to a nice refreshing...boat ramp. She puts the car in neutral, releases the parking brake, and the car and child slide slowly into the water. (I find this scene particularly horrifying because of its layer of real life parallels so GOOD JOB writers for making me feel awful.)

Mom gets home, emotionally ravaged, only to find a water soaked little girl sitting at her table. “Hi mummy,” the girl says. “Can I have that ice cream now?” Fuuuuuuuck.

Sam, meanwhile, is diligently doing research when Dean bursts into the hotel room. (Side note: there’s been so little Sam in this episode that I was actually surprised to see him again. In my defense, I’m tired. In my defense, I’m also distracted by creepy kids.) Sam’s function is clearly to dump a ton of lore on us. We learn that changelings aren’t just babies. They can be kids - and there’s one at every house that’s had a death. They climb in through the windows and steal the real children, then feed on the back of the mothers’ necks for a few weeks. (Query: it’s heavily implied that changelings only feed on women. Does this mean that the children of gay male couples are safe? Duly noted, man.)

Dean preps the weaponry. Just...fire. Lots of fire.

Sam thinks the kids might still be alive somewhere underground. Dean low key flips out about the idea of any of the kids getting snatched and heads straight to Lisa. When Lisa opens the door she looks harried, Dean looks dorky. Awww they’re so cute. (Man, I love Dean and Lisa almost as much as I love Dean and Cas. It doesn’t hurt that Lisa’s smile is like the frickin’ sun.)(Boris: Vigorously nods in agreement.) Dean hands Lisa a credit card and tells them to go on vacation together. Guys, it’s a TOTALLY NORMAL gift for a 9-years-later hookup to give. She asks Dean about the hinky name on the card but then Ben shows up. “Make him go away, Mommy,” says a decidedly chillier Ben. Lisa takes the hint (while Dean’s hunter hackles rise) and the door gets slammed between them.

Awwww shiiiiit, a monster’s got Ben!

Dean stalks around the house, looking for clues. (Again, in the hunting context we’re like okay COOL good job and in the real world context we’d be going SHIT LISA CALL 911 he’s outside of your house!!!) Dean finds the telltale blood on the sill. Ben’s done got snatched. Dean races to the car. It’s not blood on the sill, he tells Sam. It’s….

“Red dirt,” Sam concludes as we scene jump to one of the buildings under construction. (SIDE NOTE dudes I used to live near Sedona AZ the capitol of red dirt and when dried it did not look like blood. What I’m saying is, someone get some decontamination crews to this neighborhood. It’s a biohazard zone. No wonder property’s so cheap.)

They investigate the house. Dean finds the basement, hears a noise, and heads on down. He finds trapped kids (including Ben) and tells him that he’ll be free soon. Meanwhile, Sam (Sam is here too!) gets confronted by the nosy realtor with the muffin baskets. Downstairs, Dean discovers the caged realtor in the basement. Wherps. Sam’s smart, though, so instead of getting talked into buying a house he whips out his trusty business card.

Fake Ben gets all up in Lisa’s grill, asking for food, so Lisa offers him pizza. Fake Ben agrees and Lisa notices his reflection in her shiny coffee table. Yeesh.

Lisa may be having a shit time, but Dean’s enjoying his father(????) & son bonding moment as they work together to free and comfort the other children. Dean busts a hole through the window and gets everyone out. Just then momma changeling appears. Dun dun DUN.

Lisa confronts fake Ben. “I love you, mommy,” he says in response. Lisa grabs her keys and gets the fuck out of town, but there are kids in her lawn ready to go all Children of the Corn on her. She heads back inside.

Momma changeling gives a good fight, beating the shit out of Dean and Sam. All the while, Ben calmly gets all the kids out. Sam blasts the changeling mom with fire and the fire cascades to all the changeling children. They erupt into flame and ash, including the ones tormenting Lisa and Friend of Lisa.

Lisa races out as the sun rises and greets Ben joyfully. They head inside, Lisa sets Ben up with food and headphones, and then Dean fills her in on his line of work.

Dean asks one more time about Ben’s parentage and Lisa sets him straight (OR DOES SHE). She took a blood test...it was a dude she met in a bar. “I swear you look disappointed,” she says as Dean looks low key devastated.

“Some stuff happened to me recently, and, uh. Anyway, a guy in my situation. You start to think, you know. I'm gonna be gone one day, and what am I leaving behind besides a car?”

Dean. You’re breaking my fucking heart. Lisa asks him to stay for a while and he gets the fuck out instead because he doesn’t think he deserves good things. (weeps some more)

For Science:

Basically if they’re both in the same frame I am DEAD. They’re tooooo pretttyyyyy.

I uncurl from my ball of sorrow to recap the Sam is Here Too ™ portion of the episode. He’s checking up on his mom’s friends. They’re all dead. He meets Ruby and she tells him they’re dead because of the Yellow Eyed Demon. Sam demands to know who she really is and she goes all black eyed on him. Ruby insists that she’s on his side. “It’s all about you,” she tells him. She’s just trying to figure out how all the puzzle pieces fit together. And if he plays ball, she’ll help him save Dean.

These Quotes Want Some Ice Cream:

O-kay, Weirdy Mcweirderton

Gumby girl. Does that make me Pokey?

I’m interested in you because you’re tall.

Something’s wrong with the kids in this town.

We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That'll play great with the neighbors.

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