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[tiredassmage]

" It's been a while since I've dealt with the underworld. I'm out of practice. "

[bteezxyewriter12]

Photograph

Pairing- Jin x Named Reader

Word count- 4.2k

Includes- risque photo shoot, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, missionary, taking pictures during sex, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jin POV

"Are you kidding?", I ask my best friend

I'm completely shocked that she'd ask me this

"No I'm not kidding Jinnie. I trust you and I'd rather you do it than some stranger"

"You do know I've never done this before? I photograph fashion shows, not model shoots"

"Yeah but you know what you're doing. You had to take classes on all kinds of photography when you were in school right?"

I did

I could do what she's asking

But it's her

It's...weird

"Jin please? I don't want some stranger taking these kind of pictures. I feel comfortable with you"

I know she's comfortable with me

We've been friends since we were toddlers

I just didn't know she was this comfortable with me

"Why do you want this kind of pictures anyway?"

She sighs, "My agent said I needed riskier pictures to show agencies and photographers that I'm up for modeling anything. She suggested lingerie and nudes"

Her agent suggested this?

Jesus

"Look, I'll pay you as if I hired you. We can be professional and pretend we're not friends"

I snort, "You're not paying me"

She raises her eyebrow, "Yes I am. This is a legit photoshoot Jinnie. It's your job. I want high quality photos. And I'm not taking anything for free"

I scoff, a little insulted, "You think I wouldn't give you high quality pictures for free?"

"I know you would Jinnie but I can't let you do it for free. You're taking your time that could be used for another shoot. You're using your materials and equipment that can be used for legit work. I'm paying you"

"No you're not"

She's insane if she thinks she's gonna pay me

I do lots of photography for our friends for free all the time

I'm especially not going to take money from her

"Jin"

"That's the deal", I interrupt, "If you want me to do this, I will but I'm doing it for free. You never have to pay me for anything Jo. Never"

She huffs, crossing her arms, "Fine. Thank you"

I nod, "Where so you want to do this?"

"Uh couch I guess. I want tasteful pictures, not porno ones on a bed"

Yeah I doubt I could keep a hard on from forming if it was on a bed

As it is it's going to be so hard to not get hard

Especially with my feelings for her

Yes it's the cliche falling in love with your best friend trope

I just fell hard when we were teenagers and it's always been her

Yes I've had girlfriends but I've never loved any of them

And she's completely oblivious

She's like that with most things but when it comes to me she's completely blind about my feelings although I tried to make her aware of it without saying it

I eventually gave up and figured she doesn't see me like that

It sucks but I don't know what I can do

Nothing now because she's seeing someone

Not a boyfriend but a guy she's been dating

Pisses me off but whatever

If she's happy, I'm happy for her

"Alright then", I tell her, "You should go get ready and I'll set up everything"

She nods, "Thanks Jinnie"

"Sure Jo. Anything for you. You know that"

She smiles, taking my breath away then leaves to her room

I let out a breath, telling myself that this is just like any job

Yeah right

How I'm gonna do this I don't know but I will, for her

While she's getting ready, I pull out my camera, laptop and all the equipment I need

Her couch is near a window and I pull the curtains back, deciding to try to use natural light

If it doesn't work, I'll set up the lights

On my camera, I make sure the battery is full and switch the SD card to a blank one

I take a few pictures to make sure everything is working and clear

"Uh Jinnie? Are you ready?"

"Yeah Jo, I'm rea-"

My words die on my lips as I stare at her

I don't know where to look

At her big boobs in the small bra, the tiny panties, the stomach piece attached to panties or the strings attached to garters around both thighs

I had no clue she had her belly pierced or a big tattoo on the right side of her body

'Stop staring!', I yell at myself

I avert my eyes to her beautiful face, her eyes done in pretty eye makeup, her lips glossy

Fuck me

"You ok Jinnie?"

"Yeah. Fine", I say

I'm so not fine

"Let's start", I say, wanting to get this over with

She nods, getting to the couch and sitting on it

She puts her arm on the arm rest, leaning against it, her long brown hair falling over her shoulder

She looks at me and I swallow hard, raising the camera and taking the picture

She moves and I take picture after picture of her

Of her in the same position but laying her head on the arm rest

Of her leaning back against the couch

Of her sitting with her legs tucked under her

Of her sitting with her back to me, looking over her shoulder, a small smirk on her face

Another where she's laying on her side, looking innocently into the camera

Another of her laying on her back, one arm above her head, biting her lip

And each one makes me harder and harder and I hope to God she doesn't notice

"We got lots of good shots", I tell her

She nods, "Great. Should I take the lingerie off?"

"I uh...sure"

"Well should I just take it off or are you going to take pictures while I do? Would those be good shots"

Christ, she's trying to kill me

"Yeah I could do that. They'd be nice shots"

She nods, unbuckling the strings on the garders, peeling off the stomach piece

Then she takes off the garders from around her pretty thighs

I'm taking pictures of everything she's doing and hyperventilating at the same time

'Be professional', I yell at myself

I have to pretend this isn't the girl I want

I have to pretend this is a stranger who booked me

I have to stay professional

She reaches around her back and the next thing I know, she's pulling the bra down, her big perky breasts exposed

Oh my god

She drops the bra, then stands up, pulling down the strings of her panties, slowly taking them off

They pool at her ankle and she steps out of them

I choke on air, seeing her completely naked

She's fucking gorgeous

Perfect

And her pussy is so fucking pretty, so small

She sits on the couch and I take pictures of her doing similar poses to the ones where she was dressed

She lays down on her back, and I move closer, taking a picture from above, a small smile on her face

I swallow hard, lowering the camera and checking the picture

My eyes move from the camera screen to her lower stomach, right above her pretty pussy

Biting my lip, I can't tear my eyes from that piece of skin

I don't even know that I'm touching her until I see my hand run over her skin

Shit

I snatch my hand away, cursing myself but at the same time loving how soft and smooth she felt

I need to get a grip

I feel her hand on mine, my eyes moving up to hers

She puts my hand back on the same spot

"You can touch", she says so softly

I can what?

Did I hear her right?

She sits up a little, taking my camera and gently placing it on the floor

Then she takes my other hand and puts it on her chest between her breasts

My heart is pounding in my chest and my brain is not working

"You can touch if you want", she repeats

Her words finally penetrate my brain and my hands move on their own

I run one hand down her body, feeling her skin tremble under my touch

Fuck

Moving to her thighs, I slowly move my hands up, reveling in the way her skin feels

Getting to her breasts, I wrap my hands around them, squeezing softly

My gaze moves to her face and I'm completely in shock at seeing her eyes closed, biting her lip and what seems like pleasure on her face

Getting braver, I lean down, kissing the skin between her breasts

I almost don't believe what I'm hearing when she lets out a soft moan

"More Jinnie"

I can do that

I press more kisses on her skin, feeling it tremble beneath my lips

Moving to her nipple, I lick it, feeling it get hard under my tongue

"Mmm Jinnie"

I lick that nipple a few times then switch to her other, licking that one slowly

Once it's hard, I suck it in my mouth, tugging and playing with it

"Oh fuck Jin! Yes baby"

Hear her fuels me to keep going and I suck on her nipple like I can't get enough, rubbing the other with my hand

I play with her nipples for a little, listening to her soft moans

Then I press kiss after kiss to her skin, down her gorgeous body, my hands moving down slowly, more soft moans spilling from her lips

I can't believe this is happening

I stop right above her pussy, thinking kissing there would be going too far

She however, runs her hand in my hair asking, "Please"

Looking up at her, I ask, "Are you sure?"

She nods

Ok then

I press a soft kiss on the top of her pussy, loving how it feels under my lips

I kiss her a few more times, opening her legs as I move lower, feeling how wet she is under my lips

God I just want to eat her pussy

Looking up at her, I ask, "Can I taste you?"

"Yes Jinnie. Please"

Without saying anything, I lay my tongue on her pussy and slowly lick up

Groaning against her, I taste her and fuck she tastes incredible

I knew she would

"Jinnie!", she cries and fuck I love the sound of my name in her voice

"Wanna make you cum", I murmur, licking her again

"Yes yes yes", she yells

Thank god

Pushing her legs open more, I bury my tongue in her, swirling everywhere, running along her slit

"Jin! Oh my fucking god! Jin!"

Moaning against her, I grip her thighs hard as I roll my tongue over her clit

"Yes Jin! There! Fuck there!", she cries

Moving my tongue fast, I lick her throbbing bump over and over

As I do that, I move my hand and start pushing two fingers in

"Oh my god! Jin! Fuck Jin!"

As I sink my fingers in, I feel her tiny tight pussy suck them in

God she's so fucking wet it's all over my hand

I move my fingers in and out, slowly at first, picking up speed every few thrusts

She loudly cries my name over and over and I've never had a girl respond to me this way

Never this loud, never yelling my name like she is

I really like it

I'm making her feel really good, I always wanted to and I'm achieving it

Wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck hard and fast, her screams so loud in the room

Her clit is throbbing so hard against my lips, each pulse sending pleasure straight to my hard cock

Still moving my fingers inside her, I feel a soft spot and I press down on it

"Fuck!", she cries, her body arching slightly

Got her spot

I move my mouth faster, slurping on her small clit while I rub her spot over and over

Her hand plunges in my hair, pulling as she screams my name

"Jin! Jin!"

Her pussy pulses so fast, so hard as she cums, her legs shaking around my head

I finger and suck her through it, feeling my hand get fucking drenched

When it's over, I move back and pull my fingers out of her

I gape at how creamy her cum is

It's all over my hand and I immediately put my fingers in her mouth, tasting her

Oh my fucking god

So good, so sweet

I need more

Pushing her legs to her chest, I tell her, "Hold your legs"

She does and I look down at her pretty pussy

Spreading her lips, I lick along her entrance, cleaning up all her cum

I need more

Circling her hole a few times, I plunge my tongue inside her

"Fuck!", she yells, clenching around my tongue immediately, making me moan

Pulling my tongue out, I shove it back in over and over, tongue fucking her little pussy

"Jinnie! Oh my god! Don't stop! Baby!", she cries

That's not a problem as I'm not stopping anytime soon

Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I continue to fuck my tongue into her, loving the way she tightens around my tongue, the way she's creaming my mouth

"I'm gonna cum!", she yells, her body starting to shake

I wiggle my tongue in as much as I can just as she throbs hard, her cream coating my mouth

I swallow eagerly, licking back in for more

"Baby. So fucking good", I moan

"Fuck Jin"

Reluctantly I move away when she finishes only to be so shocked when her hand grabs my shirt and pulling me against her, her lips crashing into mine

Fucking fireworks go off in my vision, my heart beating so fast as I kiss her

She leans back down, taking me with her, her arms wrapping around my body

I go with it, slipping my tongue in her mouth, hers playing with mine

I feel her hands go under my shirt, softly touching me, my skin going crazy, trembling and shuddering

God her small hands feel so fucking good

As her fingers travel up my back, she takes my shirt along until she separates from me for the second it takes to get my shirt off

She throws it on the floor, her arms wrapping around my neck, kissing me passionately

Laying on top of her, my skin touches hers and it feels fucking incredible

As I kiss her, her hands continue to touch me, sliding down from my neck, down my body to my hips where she starts pushing my sweatpants and boxers down

She gets them a little down my thighs and I help her, pushing and kicking them off, our lips never parting

Her legs open widely, letting me lay between them

Her hand wraps around my dick, jerking me off softly

"Fuck", I moan against her lips

"I need you Jinnie"

Pulling away from her lips, I look at her in shock

"Www...what?"

"I need you", she repeats

"Uh where?"

She lets go of me, taking my hand and putting it against her cunt

"Here. I need your big cock buried inside me, need you to fuck me"

"I...I....uh...", I stammer, my brain not functioning

"Please? Fuck I wanted you for so long baby", she whispers

What!

What the fuck is she saying?

"Please Jinnie, just once. Let me have you once"

I nod, crashing my mouth against hers

As I kiss her deeply, I move her legs around my waist, the head of my cock pushing into her tiny hole

She cries out as I sink into her, spreading her hole around my length

"Oh my fucking god. So tight princess", I gasp

Her pussy latches onto my cock so tightly, sucking me in as I move inside her, spasming so pleasurably, soaking every inch of my shaft

"Fuck Jin. You're so fucking hard baby. God you feel so fucking good", she cries, clinging onto me, "Please fuck me baby. I need you to fuck me right now"

"I will princess. I'll fuck you so good you won't want any other cock but mine", I promise her

I start moving, slamming into her cunt hard over and over, feeling her tiny hole split around my dick

It feels incredible, I can't believe it

I can't believe this is happening

I can't believe I'm inside her, can't believe it's my name she's screaming, that she's begging me to fuck her harder

I thrust in, moving my tip right into where I think her spot is

"Seokjin! Oh my fuck!", she cries, her body shuddering and I think I found it

Sitting up, I hold her legs open, looking down and watching the sight of my cock moving in her

Her pussy is creaming my cock so much, it's fucking pouring from her, making a huge mess

"Your pussy looks so fucking pretty stuffed with my cock", I tell her, "God, your tiny hole is straining to fit me in"

"It feels so good baby", she moans, "Fuck, I love your big thick cock"

I can't believe she's saying this to me or that's she's enjoying it this much

Her hands grip my wrists hard as I pound into her again and again

"Fuck so pretty", I murmur, watching her hole throb around me, "Would be such a pretty picture"

"Take one", she whimpers

My head snaps up, my eyes on her

"Take one?"

She nods, her eyes so fucked out, "Take a picture of your cock inside me. Take whatever pictures you want. Just don't stop fucking me"

"Are you sure?", I ask

"Yes Jinnie. I trust you"

Stopping my movements but staying buried in her, I lean over and grab my camera from the floor

My hands shake as I turn it on, focusing the lens on my dick completely inside her, her swollen lips wrapped around me so snugly

Snapping the shutter, the camera makes the sound that indicates a photo was taken

"Spread your lips for me princess", I ask

Her fingers move, holding her swollen pussy lips open

"Oh fuck", I whimper, taking a picture of her straining hole around my dick

Pulling back I move in slowly, taking picture after picture of her hole getting wider and wider the more I get in

My head hits her spot and she whines, shivering

Taking her hand, I put it on her clit

"Play for me princess. Make yourself cum on my cock"

Her fingers start moving rapidly, rubbing circles on her clit

Her pussy immediately throbs faster, clenching my cock repeatedly

I take a picture, focusing on her hand playing with her clit

Then I take a wider view of my cock inside her while she plays with herself

"So pretty baby"

She breathes faster, getting tighter and tighter, the pleasure amazing

I start grinding inside her, right against her spot to help her get closer

"Jinnie", she cries, "Oh god Jin! You feel so good baby. Fuck, I love your cock"

Her body shakes, her hand moving like lightening, her cream leaking around us

I take picture after picture of her pretty stuffed pussy, while watching her bring herself right there

Pushing her hand off her, I replace it with mine, rubbing her clit while I pull back a little then slam back in

"Seokjin!", she screams, her orgasm starting, her cunt choking my cock, sending me into fucking intense bliss

My eyes move to her body, her face and mouth drops at how stunning she is while she cums

I immediately lift the camera taking picture after picture of her- her body arching, her head pushed back into the couch, pleasure all over her face, her eyes closed, her mouth screaming my name

I can't believe I'm seeing her cum

Hell, I can't believe I made her cum

It's like a dream and if it is one I never want to wake up

As she finishes, her body relaxes into the couch, her breathing ragged

Moving my attention back to her cunt, I slowly pull out, capturing photos of her cream coating my cock

My head slides out of her but she creamed so much that there's a string of cum still connecting my head to her hole

It's so hot and of course I need a picture of it

After taking it, she sits up, pushing me backwards until I'm sitting against the arm of the couch

She climbs on top of me, getting my cock in her hole, taking me in and sitting against my skin

I look up at her as she brushes hair out of my face, her arms moving around my neck

She smiles, then presses her lips against mine

I put the camera down then wrap my arms around her, holding her against me as I eagerly kiss her

I honestly don't know what I'm going to do after this

I had her amazing kisses, I don't know how I'm going to go without them

Her tongue slips in my mouth as she starts bouncing slowly on me

With each bounce, she moves faster and faster, pleasure blasting in my body

Her hand moves into the back of my hair, pulling my head back, her soft lips pressing kiss after kiss to my neck as she rides me perfectly

The pleasure is insane, my hand gripping her hips, helping her slide up my cock and slamming her back down

"Fuck princess. Feels so good", I whimper, her tongue licking a spot on my neck

"No baby, you feel good Jinnie. Fuck, I knew you'd feel this good", she murmurs against my skin, "I knew you'd be perfect for me"

I knew she's be perfect for me too

As her words sink into my brain, I realize what she's saying

It sounds like she's saying she thought about us like this before

But that's impossible

She never said anything about any feelings for me

Nor acted like she has any

She moves harder, jumping up and down my cock, her cunt flooding my entire lap, pussy so tight, so clenching

"Please Jinnie, want you"

"You have me baby", I tell her

"No Jinnie. Want you always", she says softly, leaning her forehead against my neck, pressing kisses at the base of my neck and sending shivers down my spine, "I can't only be with you once. Not now. Not now that I know how you feel"

"You have me baby. I promise"

She shakes her head, murmuring in my neck, "I don't Jinnie. I love you so much and you don't love me. You'll never be mine"

My heart explodes in happiness asy brain absorbes that she loves me

We love each other and I'll be damned if she's not going to be mine

Lifting her head, I look in her eyes and seeing love in them as she looks at me takes my breath away

"You have me princess", I repeat, "Always. I love you"

Her eyes widen, surprise in them, "You do?"

I nod, "I love you so much. We don't have to be apart anymore"

She nods, "Ok baby"

"Ok princess", I smile before pulling her to me, kissing her sweet lips

As she kisses me, her tongue against mine, she moves along my cock, taking me so well

She breaks the kiss, leaning to my ear, "Cum for me Jinnie"

"Fuck princess"

"Please baby. Wanna be filled with your cum"

Oh my fuck

I didn't know that I'd love hearing her ask for my cum as much as I do

"I will baby but I need you to cum first", I murmur, slamming her up and down my length, "Cum for my cock and I'll fill you right up"

Bringing her down, I hit her spot and she screams my name, coming all over me

"Fuck baby!", I cry, ecstacy filling me from her orgasm, throwing me into my orgasm

Holding her down on my dick, I cry her name, spilling into her waiting pussy

"Yes Jinnie", she urges, "Fuck you feel so good when you cum. Give me everything baby"

"Fuck Jo", I moan, her words making everything better

"Want it all Jinnie. Gonna milk your cock for all your cum"

Her pussy is doing an amazing job of milking my cock, throbbing and sucking everything I give her

When it's over, I open my eyes I didn't know I closed, out of breath

She touches my cheek softly, smiling at me

"I love you Jinnie. My Jinnie"

I nod

I'm her

Always was, always will be

"I love you Jo. My princess"

"Always", she whispers

"Always", I confirm

I miss her softly, keeping her against me, loving how perfectly she fits into my arms

"Can we cuddle?", she asks when the kiss ends

"Absolutely. But how about we go to your bed for that?"

She nods, "Good idea"

Holding her, I stand up and carry her to her room with her giggling

Getting into her bed, she moves right into my arms, our bodies and limbs tangling, pulling the covers over us

"Mm this feels so good baby", she says

It does

It feels right

"We have to do this all the time", I tell her, running my fingers in her hair

"Absolutely"

Holding her hand up, I kiss the back of it, listening to her giggle

"I love you Jin"

"I love you Jo"

With that she snuggles into me and we lay in comfortable silence and I silently thank her for asking me to take those pictures of her

[dxsae]

henlo, i'm bee 🐝 (22, she/her, gmt+) and i'm so excited to be here as a big fan of the boys and district x's setting !! today i bring oh sae to the table, an antihero and a criminal who punishes criminals. that said, his sense of what's right or wrong is ambiguous and his golden heart is kinda twisted. i have so many plans for him so i'd love to write with every single one of u, please like this post and i'll jump to ur inbox first! but i'll eventually reach out to everyone soon hehe (˶´ ˘ `˶) here's his profile (warning: wall of text) and i do have a plots page if u r interested! below is a quick summary of sae and some plot ideas, but i'm a girlie that loves brainstorming more sooo enjoy ur stay! it's midnight here so i'm off to bed now zzz

summary

26 y/o, manager at toast & coffee 24-hour diner and has a very tight bond with the restaurant's owner

born & raised in district x, middle-class family

lives with mom, dad's in jail. has a bad relationship with them 'cause they hid dad's criminal background from him and his dumbass believed them for 14 years

( tw: murder ) his power manifested when the criminals invaded their home and sae murdered them when he was 14. dad took the blame and went to the detention center

has always wanted to be the type of nice, kind-hearted marvel heroes but his hatred for criminals is too much that it turned him into a violent dude

still applied to the pinnacle institute at 20 'cause he wanted to fight criminals in daylight. was the last one on the acceptance list, tried so hard to pass his classes only to be expelled from attacking his bully

fed up with everything, decided to go on his own path and beat criminals in his own style. slowly, his moral compass became broken and he became what he hated the most: a criminal. but they pay him good, so why not?

tidbits:

in between jobs, he often patrols nearby areas to keep an eye on any criminal he sees. he's always in the mood to kick some ass because punishing them guys is a hobby now. that's how he's the "batman of red lane"

would blow up their heads for entertainment

the type to crack bad jokes with a straight face. he isn't cold like his demeanor, he actually enjoys chatting and being goofy but keeps his distance. he makes sure the wall he puts up is visible without the need to mention

because he's a criminal and sometimes a monster, peeps would assume that he's selfish and irresponsible. in fact, he's very committed to whatever he's tasked with and u can always rely on him.

"i got promoted for a reason, dummy."

sometimes would intentionally explode random stuff to scare his buddies off. he thinks it's funny

moved on from whatever complicated relationship he has with his parents but the wall is there. can't act like they didn't give him trust issues

is under nepa's radar and he's aware of that

gets away with committing crimes because whoever paid him to do the jobs usually takes care of the aftermath as part of the deal

enjoys helping people. some are shocked to see him helping a grandma cross the street

after being expelled from the institute, sae doesn't plan his future anymore. prefers to go with the flow. right now, he's just tryna see if he could make it until 30

plot ideas (some will be taken from my plots page!)

partner in crime, criminal buddies, or supporters in general because he can't make genuine friends with his way of living... he's lonely yall

or "friends" who are very wary of this friendship it's fun too like u are teasing him then stop midway because who knows what if he blows ur head off next

rivals/enemies! sae's easily anyone's rival LMAO. u could hate his moral compass / think he's fked up / hate antihero tropes or he probably did something bad to u or the people u know

someone who thinks he's just a trashy criminal tryna play the hero game

encounter with the batman of red lane while he's on the nobody-asked-him-to patrol

n.e.p.a agents who try to recruit/trick him because his power would be useful for their experiments. he's going to be very sus of every agent he meets let's see what will ur muse bring

frequents at toast & coffee. he's very nice to his customers so u can puke on the floor and he will clean it up for up

pinnacle institute classmates! friends, foes, study buddies, crushes, people who know the truth about his expel and actually feel bad for him

i'm also a sucker for neighbor plots 🤲

just some basic ideas to get you inspired! let's develop more together

[literaticat]

As an agent, how do you recommend authors handle review spaces? Most writers are also readers, but I understand it's probably looked down upon to go around giving 2-3 star reviews to who are essentially your colleagues. I enjoy having the data to look back on of my reads, but as I plan to be published in the future, I'm wondering if I need to make this private and find a private system.

A bit more broadly than your ask: In my personal opinion, writers may be readers, but reviewing spaces such as GoodReads, etc, are not for them. I would strongly suggest that for mental health purposes, authors not only NOT EVER go on GoodReads, but also block it from their computer like it is a naughty website. NSFW BABE. Don't look up your own reviews, don't look up your friend's reviews, for the LOVE OF GOD don't RESPOND to any reviews of your books or your friend's books you happen to see, and unless you have something glowing to say about a book that will uplift the author, for Pete's sake keep it to yourself. If you have potentially snarky things to say about a book or author, journal about it. Text it to the group chat. But don't post it.

As for your more specific ask: I totally understand wanting to keep book-reading data -- I do! I use the Reading List app, which is private. StoryGraph I just got but it feels like a nice interface, I'll be playing around with it, and I'd happily add books I'm reading, my TBR, etc -- but I would either keep my account private to whatever extent is possible, or I just wouldn't rate the books on that. Other people use cool personal spreadsheets, or cool notebooks. This is MY data -- I'm not keeping it to impress or inform anyone else, so why would it need to be public?

When I find books that I particularly adore, I'm delighted to post about them on socials, but I don't need or want to talk smack about books publicly, that would be totally inappropriate coming from me, and since I know and work with SO MANY editors, other agents, authors, etc -- There's pretty much NO WAY I could get away with that without inadvertently insulting somebody. And while you may be "aspiring" now -- the longer you stay in publishing spaces, the more people YOU will know and meet, too.

TRUE STORY from just this week: I was at a Little Free Library and found an old Sweet Valley High book - BEWARE THE WOLFMAN, #106. It has a hilarious jacket and cover copy, I had no idea that the Wakefield twins went through a paranormal "American Werewolf In London" era, I was obviously obsessed and posted about it on Facebook, with a pic of the front and back of the jacket. Now, this is a book that is WELL out of print, it was published when I was in high school thirty years ago, it was a friends only post and I'm not friends with the author, like, literally who would I be insulting if I made fun of this book? Oh -- well potentially my friend Dan, who chimed in immediately to say that he in fact wrote the funny jacket copy. My friend Elise, who is an agent now, but was Dan's boss in 1994 and in charge of these books. OH ALSO, I am friends with the publisher. Ahahahah OK! Yay! Luckily it truly is a bonkers book and they know that so it was all in good fun and haha teehee, but like -- it could have been WAY worse!

ANYwhoo, you asked what I think, that's what I think. This is just how I approach it. "As an agent" I would never tell my authors what they can or can't do with their lives - but this is MY philosophy: we're all here to SELL books, not bash them, so if you don't have anything nice to say, keep it to yourself, because believe me when I say, it's extremely upsetting for all parties when you give a book a shitty review and then are seated next to the author at a publisher dinner later. TRUST ME, I KNOW.

[glaivenoct]

12,13,14.&19, if you could please?

Thank yoouuu again for indulging me friend!! ;u; <3 (Behind The Scenes Fic Questions)

12.) Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

I don't know what this really qualifies under as a Trope per se, but I've always wanted to try writing a whumpy fic where Noct gets taken captive and experimented on. Experimented in the sense of trying to suppress his magic or tap into the power of the crystal or whathaveyou through Noctis. Something along those lines as long as it has to do with messing with Noct's magic/magic responses, forcing him into a constant stasis and then pushing him to the limits so to speak.

Listen. All I really want is an excuse for Noct to be strapped in a chair, barely coherent because everything is taking a toll on him. And I just want him to fucking snap because whatever test or method they try next is not only painful - but he's just so overwhelmed that it sets off some wild, magical self preservation instinct in Noctis.

He can't control it. He screams while his eyes ignite that violet color like when he summons one of the six. The lights above him and windows around him fucking shatter and short circuit. He busts out of his restraints like it's nothing. Anyone or anything in the near vicinity is absolutely fucked and terrified.

Basically, give me Noctis feral with power and the bros/Nyx/Cor having to talk him down and snap him out of it.

*coughs* So, um. Yeah what trope is that? ...is this a trope? What's a trope again, I need a dictionary lmao

13.) Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

Hmm.. probably unrequited love because... I mean that's just no fun to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

14.) If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

I accepted my fate and dug my grave with Nyx and Noct years ago. There's no turning back now.

Lmao that surprises no one, SO ASIDE FROM THE OBVIOUS, IF I HAD TO CHOOSE ANYONE ELSE. Hmm.. I think I'd choose Merlin from bbc Merlin because I at least have someone fun and magical (and wouldn't that be handy on a deserted island) to pass time with! Aaaand.. Agent Twilight aka Loid Forger from Spy x Family. Not only am I simping HARD for the man lately, but between him and Merlin, I'd be safe as fuck. He's fucking smart and would probably have some spy connection that ends up getting us off the island anyway. And while he wait - he can make me and Merlin foooood. He'll find a way, he always does that smooth culinary fucker. I'd trust Twilight and Merlin with my goddamn life, fuck!

15.) Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

See... given that I kinda stay in my little NyxNoct corner and don't venture much into writing outside of them - I guess it's easy to say that both of them are the easiest for me to write? At the same time it's still hard because... well, I don't know if I even write them well? Don't get me wrong, I personally enjoy the way I write them, but at the same time I sometimes wonder if, despite that, I write them in a way others would consider "in character". Sometimes I think I do, but sometimes I doubt myself too. It can be a back and forth thing at times, but at the end of the day I still manage to write things I'm proud of.

Again, OUTSIDE of those two. The hardest character for me to write is without a doubt Ignis. Why? I have no clue. Whenever I look at the bros and think about writing them it just goes like this:

Noct: Yeah cool I got this Gladio: Mmm yeah I can pull this off probably Prompto: Erm, winging it but I think it'll be okay Ignis: ????

Not to talk about Cagefighter AU again but. Listen. The aside is a Monster for many reasons. I am nervous about the aside for Many Reasons. One of those many reasons for both of these circumstances is "I hope to fucking god I can write a convincing and in-character Ignis because he's a big part of the whole damn thing. Everyone start your prayer circles for me n o w."

I think for the most part I've been able to do him justice, and in turn it's starting to help build my confidence a little with writing him. But to say it hasn't been challenging would be a lie.

As always, I am doing my best ;u;

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Make way for the next badass duo of my mcu -Danny

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xix: Cat vs Devil

Cat and Harley grabbed the guns and disarmed them, then quickly put them back together.

"Done!"

"Shit!" Harley dropped his halfway-armed weapon. "How do you do that?"

"Years of training," She winked.

Nat checked the chronometer. "Broke your own record."

"Yes!"

Harley rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm not even planning to be an agent, why am I here?"

"Cause it's fun!"

"I should be doing school stuff..."

"How did you manage to get up today, after the beating Cat gave you?" Nat raised a brow. "That's what I'd like to know."

Harley and Cat shared a complicit look.

"I give really good massages."

"Mmhm," Nat gave her a look. "You remind me of my sister sometimes, you know?"

The girl's brows went up in surprise. "You have a sister?"

"She had a huge heart too, sarcastic and energetic. A pain in my ass, really."

"This is Nat's way to say she hates you," Harley teased.

"I'm holding a gun, Junior, don't make me use it," Cat replied. "Wait, I think Clint told me about her at some point, cause he said she was my age— was it Elena?"

"Yelena," The woman corrected. "You would've liked her..."

"You think any normal person would agree to be friends with Cat?"

"You did," Nat pointed out.

"It has its benefits," He admitted with a smirk.

"I'm not an asshole all the time, you know?" Cat poked his side. "I just like watching you throw a fit."

"Two drops of water, you and Yelena," Nat smiled.

Harley checked his watch. "I should go, my roommate's probably freaking out about the dishes I didn't wash. See you next week, Stray— Nice to meet you, Nat!"

"Take care, kid."

"See you!"

Copycat walked him to the compound's entrance and bid him goodbye, she watched as he went away, then returned to the room.

"How do you find those guys?" The woman questioned.

"By that you mean..?"

"Good-tempered, intelligent..." Nat said in amusement. "All your close friends are that way."

"Kurt and Rocket are hardly good-tempered."

"And yet they brought you back as soon as you asked them to," Her friend crossed her arms. "Making men spineless can be an advantage. It's a talent you shouldn't waste."

Cat smiled playfully. "Learned it from you, I think."

"Sure, just don't trust any person that's attracted to younger people," Nat retorted.

"Oh, but life's far easier when people hand you stuff on a silver platter, don't you think? Why would I stop them from giving me attention? Men are such puppies."

"I think Tony wasn't all that mistaken when he said you'd end up breaking hearts."

"Maybe," Cat looked down at her claws and cleaned the gun's dirt away. "But I can't control that."

"I'm turning you off, Fry-pan."

"Good luck."

The greenish light from the paw on her chest turned off. She shot a grappling hook at the opposite building and jumped ahead.

With her feet she broke the wide window and tackled a guard, seized his gun, and shot at two other men. Explosions blasted around her and she thanked Tony for making her helmet soundproof. The bullets bounced off her as she pushed through the small crowd.

Copycat drew out her spear, the sharp ends shining with the dim light of the room. Two new men approached her and pointed their guns at her, she slammed her weapon on them sideways. One of the guys bent onward and she kicked his head, the other rolled and shot her from the ground, Cat pointed her repulsor, the light disoriented him and she whacked him across the face with one foot.

Someone tried to choke her from behind, she pierced his forearm with her claws and elbowed him. Stomping on his foot harshly, a thin razor sprang out from the heel of her boot and she stabbed the man's shin.

He pushed her away in pain. Cat turned, lifted her spear, and shrunk it, hitting the man several times until she cornered him against a bookshelf. She kicked him in the chest causing him to crash, and several books fell over.

Copycat grabbed one of the heaviest volumes and threw it across the room to the man that was still trying to shoot at her from behind, it hit his forehead. The last three guys ran out of the room, she decided not to chase them.

"It was a bad call to come here alone, black cat."

She stopped and looked at the man still sitting behind his desk.

"You're surrounded. Soon our men—"

"Did you just call me Black-Cat?" The young woman interrupted.

He shared a confused look with his last bodyguard standing and continued.

"That's your name."

"It's not."

"Excuse me?"

"Is the helmet, isn't it?" She groaned.

"You have a paw on your chest—"

"I didn't design this thing! Listen, call me Cat— though I guess it doesn't matter since I'm about to kill you..."

The bodyguard shot multiple times at her, she looked down at the bullets around her feet.

"Weren't you paying attention?" She taunted. "Guns don't work on me, dipshit!"

He vaulted at her, with a deliberate swing Copycat extended her spear again and struck him, the man fell sideways, bleeding out from the deep cut on his throat.

"And he was your security?" Cat asked in disappointment. "Man, anyone can be a bad guy these days..."

Outside she heard several men approaching, she walked to the door and slammed it closed, welding its frame with her repulsor.

"This is a private party."

One of the men started to stir awake and she kicked his head as she walked past him. The leader didn't try to fight, he knew how most of her opponents ended.

"Let's make a deal," She grabbed a chair and dragged it, sitting with the backside facing forward. "Write down the names of the people you're currently working with. You give me two, maybe three, and I'll let you go."

"And what if I don't?"

"I'll leave quietly!" She answered with sarcasm. "What do you think will happen, dumbass?"

"You'll let me live if I cooperate?" The man growled.

"The others died cause they decided not to," She shrugged. "You can follow their lead if you want. I'll find the others with or without your help. I'm giving you a chance to save your ass."

The men were trying to take down the door. She didn't sweat it, even if they entered, she would not leave empty-handed, and she would not die.

The man opened a drawer and pulled out a thick leather-bound book. "Open the door, I'll tell them to stand back."

She grabbed the journal, outside she could hear the men's bodies slamming against the door, gunshots and screams, they sounded desperate. Copycat decided to check the text and when she opened it, she realized it was an old bible.

She looked up just in time to see the man throwing a grenade. Cat activated an energy shield, but the wave of the explosion lifted and slammed her against a wall. The door went down as well.

"Bastard..."

With difficulty, she got up and found the mobster struggling to crawl away and exit through the fire escape. Copycat used her grappling hook to stop him and he cried in pain as it stabbed his shoulder, she pulled and the guy fell back into the room. Cat approached and stared down at him, her helmet making it impossible to discern her expression.

"I'll tell you a secret," She snarled, stepping on his wound and burying the hook deeper into his flesh. "I was going to kill you anyway."

Cat picked up her spear, and just when she was about to impale the man, the weapon got smacked out of her hand. She looked over her shoulder and watched some kind of pipe bounce across the room until someone caught it.

A figure walked out of the shadows and into the room holding something that looked like a baton. She prepared her repulsor, this person had taken care of the men outside, but what really put her on edge, was the fact that he was dressed up as a devil. She knew who it was.

"Don't move."

"I'm not here to hurt you," The stranger picked up the spear from the place where it had landed.

"I know," She said tensely. "Why did you stop me?"

"You shouldn't have killed the others, that wasn't your call."

"Give me the spear."

"Get away from him and I'll do it."

"You think you can show up and give me orders just like that?"

"You shouldn't be here," He got closer. "I'll take care of him, this place is too dangerous for you."

She frowned. "Give me back my spear!"

The man stepped forward, he sighed shortly. "Come and take it."

Cat looked down at the man on her feet and swore under her breath. She knocked him out with a kick before moving, then made her way to the stranger.

"Men," The girl sneered. "Always thinking they know better..."

She drew out her taser and tried to use it, but the guy dodged it. Every kick and punch she attempted to deliver, he evaded effortlessly. The man shrunk back her spear and in a rapid movement, he hit her head with it, then he aimed a high kick at her chest and she crashed against a wall.

"Stay down," He ordered.

Cat got up ready to shoot him. He threw his baton and hit her hand, causing her repulsor to hit the bookshelf behind him. He kicked her a third time and she was barely able to contain a hiss. Quickly, he seized the wrist where her watch was. Copycat tried to snatch it away, but he pressed a button and her helmet withdrew.

"Sorry."

One last hit at the side of her head, and Cat's vision went dark.

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[simonalkenmayer]

I don’t understand why everyone is so obsessed with whether or not you’re real. Like it doesn’t really change anything? If you’re lying (and I hesitate to call it that bc it wouldn’t really feel like a lie) then you have created some quality content that got people thinking about something bigger than themselves. And if you’re not, then there are a couple monsters, few and far between, that the majority of us will never meet, and you happen to be a particularly kind and well meaning member of your species. But no one’s life is really changed by that. If you were real before, you will continue to be real. If you’re just a regular person, then you’ll continue to be a regular person. But thank you for creating this experiment either way, I appreciate living in a world where I don’t know if monsters are real 💖

Thank you for participating.

In fact, I ask people to decide if I am or am not real. I don't mind that debate. Please feel free to do whatever you like with regard to "He can't be real because" or "He is absolutely real because". I don't mind that. What I mind is when people make that choice and then act on it.

Some people who have decided I must be real, have asked me to do things for them like kill people they don't like--parents, ex spouses, abusers, politicians etc.--even going so far as to send me addresses or contact information. They've threatened to use magic on me to control me. They have sent me things that were meant to entice me into their service including organs. Yes. Organs. Real ones. I don't know how they got them.

People who believe I am false, have tried to fathom why I'd be doing this, and their life's lessons have taught them that it must indeed be because I am a villain like unto their mother/pastor/cult leader/former physician etc. They ignore that I say it is a study. They outline frankly absurd economic motivations. It gives them something to do, so they act on it. People have threatened to stalk my mail box, my editor, my editor's family, my agent, come to my city to find me, people have contacted publishers, made prank phone calls, and even sent me hate mail. Including a jar of preserves that were poisoned. How do I know they were poisoned? You don't want to know the answer to that.

I don't mind debate. I mind when bad people do bad things, because they believe their opinions are a kind of ticket. Once they have bought that ticket they are supposed to be able to enter the circus. I'm not a person, but a plaything for them to treat however they feel they need to, to feel better about reality. "Simon isn't really a real person, so anything I say about him is fine, and if you defend him haha you're an idiot for defending a fake person." Never mind that what they're objecting to is the behavior itself, put on display because they now have an apt target for it. "Simon is my pet monster until he puts his foot down, and then I will tell the world he's abusive, because he told me to escape an abusive family, which is like trying to isolate me!" And then there are people who don't know me at all but love to insert themselves into drama, making things up as they go. Manipulations, easily spotted if you aren't someone who is susceptible to them. For example "I'm worried about you" which establishes false trust in the hearer, followed by "I heard he ____ " which might be verifiability false. Doesn't matter, because anyone hearing that or being assailed with it will come to believe whatever they keep hearing repeated, and yes, I can dispute it, but I know that won't matter. And that's precisely what I'm studying. So...I let it happen. I track what gets repeated. I track how often certain IP addresses ping my site. I do this to determine which anonymous asks are the same person. Comes in handy when trying to parse out data. For example, my stalker decided to harass me with something like 15-20 messages a day, all from different accounts. Every single one of them was from the same IP. This allowed me to see how the social media platform was being used by one person to attempt to make me feel as if I were being assailed by an entire group of people who found fault with my supposed actions. it was done to try and force me to cooperate. it's manipulation. It also allowed me to see him apologize a few weeks ago, without owning his statements or behaviors, like a coward. That is a huge data set my IP software allows me to see, but, it's also something a detractor can say is "abusive". How dare I protect myself from people who are 'rightly" punishing me for things I haven't done! How dare I.

So no, I don't mind what you believe or why. I mind when you act on it in a way intended to do harm, and yes, i will fight that, because I was here to study the behavior, not permit it to become harmful.

[cultofstan]

My love for Bane!!

Before you read, I want to make it clear that there are some nsfw parts to this posts. If you are under 18, please don't read!

This post will go over various details and reasons why my heart belongs to the big green giant know as Bane from Batman and Robin (1997). Get ready for a long read, because I've got a lot to say.

(If you haven't check out my Bane Wallpapers, go do check them out! They bring me so much joy, I hope they do the same for you ppl too!)

His mask is very cool and unique, because if you look closer you see they used Bane's comic book mask as a base and then just changed the mouth area and added black eye pieces on top of the red piece he normally sees out of. Imo, it is the best movie Bane mask we have ever had! A lot of people hate the multiple tubes coming out of his head, but I think it makes things extra spicy! A constant reminder that your not just dealing with any normal super human, you dealing with a venom infused one that can fight you like it's nothing! The bulging veins that can be seen in certain lighting is a detail I feel deserves more love. It adds to his big and tough demeanor. You can really tell the venom is working wonders on him! The zipper on the top of the head and the fact that his mask is most likely made of tight leather or latex brings thr entire thing together and is truly a marvel to look at! I absolute love it!💚Imagining him slick that smooth, stretchy, husky mask on while the venom starts to pump into his brain and muscles just does things to me. If Bane offered me a chance to wear it, venom or not, I would do it in a heart beat! It would probably reek of sweat, his bad breath, and of old leather, but I wouldn't care. Just the thought of inhale all those smells brings me a joy I can't describe! 😍

When I was a kid, in addition to his lovely mask, his clothing choice was another thing I loved about him. It looks like Bane is just wearing a black cotton tank top with some black sturdy pants, but I've always the headcannon that it's actually very flexible black latex one piece! It makes a lot more sense when you notice his collar, chest harness, wrist bands, crotch diaper, and boots are also make out of a harder leather with spikes and studs! I swear, half of my clothing choices/dreams come from this man! His boots, for the most part, are very frankenstein/gothic inspired with thick sole and it going all the way to his knees. The copper rivets are the only things that make them stand out, imo. I've had thoughts were in order to prove my love to him I have to lick or kiss his boots while he judges. I'd hate it for the most part, because they probably taste like dirty and dust, but I want him to know that I do love him, so I'd do small smooches starting from his toes and work my way up his leg until I'm straight up licking his boots. I'd get so carried away he'd probably make me stop pretty quickly so I don't get sick 😂. His spiked collar and wrist bands are easily the clothing items I want the most! Any time I see someone on the street with spikes in their clothing I immediately think about him. Because he's worn them for so long, they're probably not that tight or rough but still firm enough to not sag. Maybe even a little flaky in certain parts. I don't think I'm comfortable with myself enough to wear a collar in public but I've come so close to buying spiky wrist bands or gauntlets it's crazy I don't actually own a pair yet. One day, I'm sure. His crotch diaper, for lack of a better name for it, is the one thing I'm 50/50 on. Some days I think it really adds to his look, especially with the spikes that go out. Plus, to a certain extent, it makes practical sense because that way heroes cant go from behind his and try to restrain him, or can't throw too many kicks, without getting poked/cut by the spikes. But other days I think it just doesnt look that great, because it ultimatly looks like a big metal diaper, it takes away from his intimidation. Plus, I won't be able to give him proper hugs! (I want to give daddy all the hugs he deserves! 💚) His chest piece is what brings everything together. The little Bane symbol is so cute, I've always looked for a pin or something to buy but no luck. I actually used to have this Bane cape that I won at Six Flags when I was little. I cut the symbol of his face out of it and tried multiple times to attach it to my jean jackets but I suck at sowing. 🥲 The leather straps that hold the chest piece compliment the other leather pieces of his outfit. The metal looking chest piece looks wonderful and adds a layer to his character that I both love and hate. In this movie he's a drone, a mindless agent that is only allowed to follow orders. I'll will discuss this in a bit. But for the record, I hate the fact that Bane is written as big dumb idiot in this movie. It's the one big problem I have with him, which sucks because I literally love everything else about him!

I've probably watch the Bane transformation scene in Batman and Robin, like, a thousand times. No joke. I didn't realize it then, but seeing a short, thin, twink become a tall, hulking, king really hit my desires in the right way. Like, now, I know for sure that's one of my kinks and it makes me so damn happy! Granted, I've never been skinny in my life, but I've always wanted to be a musclar and strong man, so it makes sense why I love this scene so much. It's a literally fantasy of mine brought to life! More specifically, I've always wanted to be a type of strong that allows me to run miles like it's nothing, throw punches that instantly knock someone out, and lift so much weight that I borderline have a superhero body. Don't get me wrong, this is seriously mentally unhealthy because I know it's kind of impossible considering my personality and the actuality of gaining so much muscle, but I believe as long as I realize it's a dream and not beat myself up over it, it's not too bad of a thought to have. Actually, if you think about it, this Bane is kind of a plus size body representation. Sure he's got giant arms that can crush my bones like tooth pics, but he's pretty bulky with a big belly. That might be too much of a stretch to say, and I totally understand if people don't agree with. That being said, I have to say it, this man probably gives the best hugs in all of Gotham! He's so big that you don't even need a jacket in the house! Just let him embrace you and you'll never feel alone or cold again! His thick hands holding you in really tight, his muscles locking you in and warming your arms, while his gut pushes you back a little of your feet, like he wants to swoop you into his arms and carry you! 🥰 He'd be careful with his spikes of course, don't worry. A detail that sends me over the moon about Bane in this movie is his green skin. I can't put my finger on it, but it really adds to the whole transformation and therefore my thirst for him grows even bigger! Especially because it's completely unique to the movie. It looks so good that I wonder why the comics haven't adopted something similar.

I could go for hours about how I think the writers butchered Bane's character in this movie, but I want this post to mainly act as a positive appreciation post/background for head cannons that I might post about him one day. So to end, and give a taste, I'll finally talk about Bane being a drone in this movie. In weird way, because he's played as a mindless servent, it makes this version of Bane one of the easier Bane's for me to fantasies about. This is because in the movie, it's implied Bane only follows Poison Ivy because she was the first person he didn't see as a threat. Plus, I wouldn't be surprised if she used some of her suductive powers on him. (I would too, just saying) So, with that established, I like that he's a mindless drone because it means that, in my head, he's not exactly my "servant" but he will basically do whatever I say. Why? Because I will prove to him I not a threat either, and only want to love him!! He'll have a concuious and his own goals, and I'll follow along and help because I trust him and want to support him, but, for the most part, he will do what I say and love me in return. I could explain this more, but I want to save the juicy parts for the follow up post I have planned for this. 😏

If you've read this far, thank you. From the bottom of my hear. I've never wrote something this personal or long. I hope I can continue to do more of these, if I'm passionate enough.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky X Reader and Sam X Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 14

We were forced to our knees with so many guns pointing at us. We could do nothing but let them arrest us. There was no reason to do anything else. They shoved us all roughly into the back of a van. Nat and Sam on one side then Steve and I on the other. Two guards sat against the back wall to watch us.

"Steve was that-" before I could finish asking my question Steve already had the answer.

"It was him. He looked right at me. He didn't even know me." Steve said in complete disbelief.

"How is that even possible? It was like 70 years ago." Sam said.

He is alive. The man I've forgotten. The man that according to Steve meant so much to me.

"Zola, Bucky's whole unit was captured in 43'. Zola experimented on them. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive that fall. They must have found him." Steve said with a look of pure heart break.

"None of that's your fault Steve." Nat said quietly.

"She's right" I added.

"Even when I had nothing I had Bucky and Will." Steve said softly.

I scooted closer to him then laid my head on his shoulder. He rested his head against mine as well.

"We need to get a doctor here. If we don't put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out here in the truck." Sam said pulling my attention to Nat.

She did look weak and pale. A loud electric sound came from one of the guards. There was a pause then one guard attacked the other knocking them out. The four of us stared at the guard in shock.

"That thing was squeezing my brain." The guard said as she took off the helmet.

It was Agent Hill.

We all looked at her in shock as she took in each of our faces stopping at Sam.

"Who's this guy?" Hill asked.

"Sam Wilson. He's a friend." Steve answered.

Hill nodded then got to her feet. She pulled a small device out of her pocket. She used it to cut off all of our cuffs then she cut a large circle in the floor of the truck.

"Let's go then" she said gesturing to the hole.

One after the other we slipped threw the hole into the road. Once we were each free Hill brought us to a van parked in a deserted alley.

"We have to be quick." She said opening the door.

It was a short drive to where ever we were going. Hill drove like an absolute maniac. Steve held a piece of cloth against Nat's wound trying to slow the bleeding. The van came to a stop in front of some kind of bunker or dam. Hill escorted us inside quickly.

"GSW she's lost at least a pint." Hill said quickly to the man running towards us.

"Maybe two" Sam added.

"Let me take her." The man said as he reached for her.

"She'll want to see him first." Hill said simply.

They led us down the long hall into a small room blocked off with plastic. As soon as Hill moved the plastic back we could all see Fury laying awake in a makeshift hospital bed.

"About damn time" Fury said in a chiding voice.

We all entered the room to stand around Fury's bed. Nat was sitting as she got doctored up.

"Lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, and one hell of a head ache." Fury explained his condition.

"Don't forget your collapsed lung." The man doctoring up Nat said.

"Oh let's not forget that. Otherwise I'm good." Fury said nonchalantly.

"They cut you open. Your heart stopped." Nat said in disbelief.

"Tetrodotoxin B, slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. It didn't work so great for him but we found a use for it." Fury explained.

"Why all the secrecy? Why not just tell us?" Steve asked in his skeptical tone.

"Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful." Hill said simply.

"Can't kill you if you're already dead. Besides I wasn't sure who to trust." Fury added.

After Nat was fixed up we all moved to another room that held a table like it was for a meeting. Sam and I looked at each other feeling slightly out of place. I stood between Sam and Steve and we all watched Fury. He sighed then pulled out a photo. He held it up to look at it.

"This man declined a Nobel peace prize. He said peace wasn't an achievement it was a responsibility." Fury put the photo on the table then shook his head.

"See, it's stuff like this that gives me trust issues." He added.

"We need to stop the launch." Nat said as she too watched Fury.

"I don't think the counsel is accepting my calls anymore." Fury said sarcastically.

Hill opened the case on the table then turned it around so we could all see the contents. It looked like three small electronic cards.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"Once the helicarriers reach 3000 feet they'll triangulate with insight satellites becoming fully weaponized." Hill said.

"We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own." Fury added.

"One or two won't cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational a whole lot of people are going to die." Hill explained.

I gulped. I had never been on a mission that had this high of stakes before. I was still fairly new to all this. On top of that I just found out the man I've forgotten is still alive and a Hydra brain washed killing machine. What else could possibly go wrong?

"We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is Hydra. To get past them insert these server blades then maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what's left." Fury said matter of factly.

"We're not salvaging anything!" Steve's voice boomed angrily.

"We're not just taking down the carriers Nick. We're taking down Shield." Steve said in a commanding and angry voice.

"Shield had nothing to do with this." Fury stated.

"You gave me this mission. This is how it ends. Shield's been compromised. You said so yourself. Hydra grew right under your nose and nobody noticed." Steve continued.

"Why do you think we are meeting in a cave? I noticed." Fury added just as harshly as Steve.

"How many paid the price before you did?" Steve asked.

That question seemed to hit Fury. He leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"Look, I didn't know about Barnes." Fury said softly.

My heart jumped at the mention of his name. Is that why Steve is so upset? Because Barnes is alive and working for Hydra? I couldn't understand it because I couldn't remember the man. Anything to do with him was wiped from my brain.

"Even if you had would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? Shield, Hydra, it all goes." Steve said with a final sounding tone.

"He's right" Hill said softly then nodded.

Fury looked at Nat. She leaned back in her chair but stayed quiet. His eyes moved to Sam.

"Don't look at me. I do what he does just slower." Sam said pointing at Steve.

I couldn't help but smile at his statement. My smile fell quickly as Fury's eyes landed on me.

"I've stood by Steve since we were kids. Nothing is going to change that." I said as confidently as I could.

Fury sighed then leaned back in his chair again.

"Well, looks like you're giving the orders now Captain." Fury said.

"Gather everything and everyone we need. We'll head out soon. I need a breather." Steve ordered then turned and left the room.

I was quick to follow him. I knew he wasn't ok. He must have so many things going threw his head. I followed Steve all the way outside to a bridge. He stopped in the middle of it then turned to look out over the water. I quietly stepped up beside him then leaned on the railing.

"I wish you could remember him." Steve whispered.

"Me too" I said softly.

"I remember the day my mother died. You and Bucky tried to find me when I went off on my own only to end up waiting on me outside my house. Bucky tried to talk me into moving in with him. It was a moment that will stay with me forever. How you two were always there when I needed you most. I must have been so weak and pathetic to you both." Steve looked down at his feet.

"Stevie, no, not even close. I remember going to your place to tell you I'd always be there. That was our thing. Always. I would give anything to remember Bucky simply to help you threw whatever is going on in your mind right now." I said trying to make him feel better.

Steve chuckled.

"Bucky means as much to me as you do. All I ever had in this world was you two. Promise me that even though you don't remember him you'll help me save him." Steve said turning to face me.

"All I can do is try Stevie but I'll give it everything I got." I said with a small smile.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had as turning around to see Sam.

"He's gonna be there ya know?" Sam asked the both of us.

I nodded.

"I know" Steve said softly.

"Who ever he use to be, the guy he is now, I don't think he's the kind you save. I think he's the kind you stop." Sam said.

"I don't know if I can do that." Steve said.

"He might not give you a choice. He doesn't know you." Sam tried to explain.

"He will" Steve added confidently.

Then a thought crossed my mind. I grabbed Steve's arm turning him to face me.

"I think he remembers me." I said slightly out of breath.

"What?" Both Steve and Sam questioned.

"Each time we have seen him the way he looks at me isn't a empty cold glare. It's a wide eyed and surprised look. When I fought him or tried to all he did was block my attacks. He didn't try to attack me even once." I explained quickly.

Both men stared at me in silence.

"How could he remember you but not him?" Sam asked pointing to Steve.

I shrugged.

"If Hydra altered his memories then maybe they erased everything but me. Maybe it was hydra who erased him from my memories." I said thinking aloud.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"There's only one way to find out. Gear up its time." Steve said then started back into the mountain.

I went to follow him but Sam stopped me.

"Are you really going to try and save him?" Sam asked with a small amount of pain in his eyes.

I reached up then softly kissed him.

"We have to try." I whispered.

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Masterlist

[caranfindel]

Recap/review 14.06: “Optimism”

THEN: Starts out pretty ominous, with clock-ticky music, Jack's grace getting sucked out, "this is the end of everything," and Jack considering himself useless. We're reminded that New Charlie exists (aw, Dean looked so pretty in AU Land) and Jack has "the mind of a hunter." Michael hurting people and Dean feels guilty (aw, Sam's Beard of Despair, how I miss you). Sounds like we're in for a real downer of an episode, friends.

NOW: Nebraska. Happy music. A cheerful librarian opens up shop, and she's cute as can be but I wore that blouse in the 80s and it needs to stay there (JUST SAY NO TO THE RUFFLED YOKE, LADIES). Her name is Harper, and she has a kind-of-date with a guy named Winston tonight, though she is clearly Not Into You, Winston. An (apparent) coworker named Miles hears her "scream" and comes to her aid, brandishing a stapler, and is reminded that he needs to mind his own business. Winston leaves, clearly walking on air, and then STAYIN' ALIVE STARTS PLAYING and we focus on Winston's feet just like the iconic opening scene of Saturday Night Fever (if you're too young to remember, watch this, IT'S IMPORTANT CULTURAL KNOWLEDGE and there WILL BE A QUIZ LATER) and y'all don't even know how much I love this song. YOU DON'T KNOW. I can't help it. My mom was a huge Bee Gees fan, partially because she was very into Barry Gibb.

Coincidence?

What can I say? I am my mother's child.

Now, where were we?

(Pretty much where we always are, so could you please just move this along?)

Sorry for the digression. Anyway. Now I suspect this isn't going to be a downer episode after all. (Turns out it was directed by Richard Speight, which would have been a clue if I'd known that earlier, bless him.) While I've been digressing, Winston has happily bopped down the street, only to have a hand cover his mouth and drag him off-screen. There's a record scratch and a squirt of dark goo and a scream, so I guess it did turn out to be a downer for Winston, but not for me.

Title card!

{Sidebar: I didn't realize Saturday Night Fever was directed by John Badham, who went on to direct several episodes of Supernatural.}

Jack's drinking coffee in the bunker. He takes a sip and then pours a huge amount of sugar into it, which immediately makes me think of this scene from The Fly when Jeff Goldblum, who does not yet realize that he is turning into a fly, does the same thing.

(Spoiler alert: Ahem.)

Dean walks in and asks what he's doing, and Jack explains that everything tastes different without his powers, and he can't get the coffee to taste the way he likes it. That's because coffee is nasty, Jack. (And also, thanks to the Continuity Fairy for remembering that food tasted different to Cas when he didn't have grace.) Dean asks if Jack has seen Sam, because that's what Dean does; he probably walked in the door and felt a disturbance in the Force and realized he didn't know where Sam was. From Jack, we learn that (1) Dean went on an overnight run to Mobby's love shack cabin and (b) Sam went on a hunt with Charlie without telling Dean. Is Dean okay with this? Are we gonna okay with this? Couldn't he have at least sent a text message? He's supposed to be setting an example!

"Explain to me again how you just let Sam LEAVE."

I guess Sam had to go himself, rather than send someone else, because this is one of those times when there's no random hunters in the bunker. (And where's Rowena? Did Charlie abandon her in the Southwest? Did they have a fight?) Jack imagines Sam and Charlie are doing something "really exciting."

Cut to Sam and Charlie sitting quietly in a truck outside Memphis, bored out of their minds. Hee! It's the kind of crappy old truck I always want Sam to drive, so I love it. They're staring at a bus stop with an ad for Pete the Pestinator, who seems to be an insect exterminator. (Spoiler alert: ahem again.) Sam confirms that "this is where all those people went missing," although if he's been sitting in that truck long enough to be bored, he really should have nailed that down by now. Charlie says "yep." More silent sitting.

Back to the bunker. Dean seems surprised that Sam left Jack there alone (where's Cas?) and Jack says "Sam wanted someone around when you came back. He's worried about you."

"Yeah, that sounds like him," Dean grumbles, and hello, kettle, the pot just called, and said you're black. Jack offers some encouragement, telling him no one blames him for Michael, and Dean says "Cool. Well, I blame me, so." His self-flagellation is interrupted by Jack's Cough of Great Concern. "Maybe I'm allergic to sitting around doing nothing," Jack snarks.

Dean sits down for a heart-to-heart, and Jack says he's been hunting with Cas and wants to do more. Dean says "No offense, Cas is an insurance policy on those hunts." Jack looks hurt. I don't understand this at all. Why wouldn't Jack already know that Cas is there to protect him? And why would this hurt his feelings? I'm so confused. But I immediately forget it, because Dean says "Sam's just trying to keep you safe, okay? He's a smart guy." AND THEN WE CUT TO THIS.

Bless you, Richard Speight, writer Steve Yockey, bless you both.

I literally did burst out laughing at Sam and his fidget spinner. Charlie is not amused, and Sam puts his toy away with some embarrassment.

Bunker. Jack's found a report on our dead friend Winston, who seemed to have human bitemarks taken out of his corpse. And others have gone missing in the area. We skip part of a conversation, but whatever it was, Dean says Sam won't like it. "Sam's not here," says Jack. Oh, no you don't, Jack. Don't you go ignoring the Chief's directives just because he's not here. Dean says he'll go check it out alone, but Jack suddenly remembers Sam's Law and reminds Dean about the Buddy System.

We can be hunting buddies!

Okay, uh, (a), don't call it that, and (b), YOU'RE gonna back ME up?

Oh, Dean. You didn't do the (1) and (b) thing that I love so much. Jack gets to be the one to bare a little bit of his soul now, telling Dean that he also feels guilty about Michael, because he could have killed him but he was "distracted and stupid." He doesn't want to sit around feeling guilty all day, he wants to hunt.

Looks like that was the right button to push, because we cut to Sam on the phone, clearly not a fan of the plan and telling Dean to be careful. I assume his reluctance is because he doesn't trust Jack to watch Dean's back. But Sam, if you can trust Maggie to hunt alone, you can trust Dean with a novice backup. (I know, I know, Dean is more important than Maggie.)

Sam asks again if Charlie is sure this is the right place, and she says it's where four people disappeared. And while she was scouting around, she found a mason jar full of goo. Is this the same goo we saw when Winston was killed? (Spoiler alert: no.) And now she's trying to figure out what they're hunting, so she's reading. I'd have done my reading before the stakeout, but that's just me. (I'd also have done some reading instead of sitting there glaring at Sam while he enjoyed his fidget spinner, but that's also just me.)

(I also might have thought of more interesting things to do while I was stuck in a car with Sam, but they would have interfered with the stakeout. And they aren't anything Charlie would have been interested in anyway.)

Cut to Dick's Red Rooster Diner (ha ha, I see you, Speight). According to Winston's obituary, he had breakfast here every morning. Jack agrees with me that it's an odd thing to put in an obituary, but Dean says that when someone dies young, you don't know what to put in those things. (Oh, think of 20-something Dean's obituary.) He introduces them to the waitress as Agents Berry and Charles, and the only thing I can think of is Chuck Berry, so if someone has a better idea, let me know. He asks for details about Winston, and the only detail she can provide is that he's dead. Jack dutifully writes that detail in his little notebook. (BLESS.)

This waitress is wonderfully snippy, knows her rights, and isn't the least bit interested in talking to these FBI agents, but when Dean hands her some cash she changes her mind. She says they should should be more interested in Harper, who Winston just started "courting," and Jack is confused.

What's courting?

It's what you do before you start dating.

Ah, and that's the thing you do before the sex.

Sometimes you just have the sex.

Okay, Dean's wrong, courting is what you do instead of dating, but this is still a wonderful exchange. And the next part is wonderful too, cutting between the waitress and some customers explaining that Harper was popular in high school, but her boyfriend ran off, and now all these men connected to her have died, and she's really into romance books, and ending on I've heard too much Dean and I'm confused Jack.

Love this.

Back at the stakeout, Sam's biting his nails, which I also love for some reason, and of course the only time we've ever seen him bite his nails was when he was worried about Dean. New Charlie picks right up on it. She tells him Dean will be fine, and comments that he's got other friends, right? Which I don't understand, because it doesn't matter what other friends he has, he's not hunting with them. He's hunting with Jack. "He used to have a pretty damn good wingman," Sam says, and I think no, Sam, what are you saying, he still has you. She says he should call "that guy" to check on him, and Sam says "that guy was you." Charlie gives him a look. "No, it wasn't." And she's right, Sam. SHE IS NOT YOUR CHARLIE. And also, was Charlie ever really Dean's wingman? I don't think so. Sam, of course. Cas, literal wingman. But not Charlie. Charlie was the little sister.

Sam apologizes, and then says "I'm just saying, I'm not surprised you survived the apocalypse." Which isn't what you were saying at all, Sam. Charlie is surprised she survived, because she was just a programmer at Richard Roman Enterprises (Dick Roman! I wonder what happened to your AU version), living with the love of her life, Cara. My heart skipped a beat because I was so ready, guys, for the love of Charlie's life to be Dr. Cara Roberts from Sex and Violence, but apparently not. {Sidebar fic prompt: Sam. Charlie. Dr. Cara. Three-way.) Charlie's Cara was a baker. Charlie tells a sad story about waiting for help that never came, and Cara eventually being killed by people, not angels. Society falls apart. (Or, as Dean once said, demons I get; people are crazy.) Sam insists society isn't falling apart here, and Charlie says "not yet."

Just like last week, we're getting some needed differentiation between the characters we lost and their AU counterparts, which I appreciate.

I also appreciate pretty, attentive, sympathetic Sam.

Diner. Dean calls Jack "Mighty Mouse," for some reason, and congratulations him on finding a case. He tries to teach him about the importance of pie, but Jack's more interested in courting. He's never been exposed to off-screen romance, unless Gabriel and Rowena counts (Dean assures him it doesn't, but how would Jack have been exposed to Gabriel/Rowena anyway, since it happened while he was in AU Land and Gabriel didn't make it back?) Dean promises he'll give him The Talk when they get back, but right now they need to concentrate on finding Harper. {Sidebar fic prompt: Dean's and Sam's versions of The Talk. Would Dean's be like Dean's speech from Rock and a Hard Place?} Jack speculates she might not be human, and Dean says they're going to find out, and it's going to work like a romance novel. Hmm!

Cut to the library, where Harper is working. Dean enters and identifies himself as FBI, with questions about Winston. She doesn't want to talk, and he pushes. Then Jack shows up, asking for a book about the area's history, and defends her against the big mean FBI guy. Dean says "why don't you back off, kid" and Jack responds "No, you back off, old man" and DEAN'S FACE. This was clearly NOT IN THE SCRIPT. I love it. Dean slinks off, dejected, to examine his gracefully-aging face in the rear-view mirror. {Sidebar: I honestly think Jensen is aging a lot better than Dean is. Dean looks tired a lot of the time, and I'd like to believe Show is doing that on purpose, but I don't think it's the case. Jensen always looks awesome.} Harper is delighted, and apparently smitten, judging by the music. Jack introduces himself as "Jack Smith" and she invites him to her apartment, where she has the perfect book.

Why does this library have those convenience store perp measurements at the door? Does it get robbed a lot? Also, how many episodes have signs in the background with the title of a different episode? Not very many, I'm guessing.

As they leave, Miles the Stapler Guy follows and asks where she's going. It must be close to closing time, because Harper says she'll come back and lock up. Miles, who's carrying a bag of trash, refuses to shake Jack's hand. As Jack and Harper go one way, he stomps off in the other direction. I'm suspicious, and so is Dean, who gets out of the car to follow him. As Miles puts the library's trash in an inappropriately small residential bin, he hears a noise. We then cut to Dean, who hears Miles scream but just keeps walking? But then a trash can is knocked over and that gets his attention. He finds Miles dead, and we get a monster POV shot watching him.

Stakeout. Charlie's still reading. Apparently she brought all the books. She says she hates hunting, which surprises Sam, because she's so good at it. She points out that she's good at it because the alternative was death. "I mean, no offense, but who wants to be a hunter? This job, just a lot of tears and death."

Sam says "you said something like that to me once, long ago, about hunting." He quickly apologizes for once again conflating her with Our Charlie. At first I was annoyed at him, but then I started thinking about how awful Our Charlie's death was for him, with the MoC, and the fear, and the worry, and the guilt, and his brother saying he should be the one on the funeral pyre instead, and you know what? I'm gonna cut him some slack for trying to forget all of that ever happened. A lot of slack, in fact.

Charlie casually drops that she's glad this is her last hunt. Did you give the Chief your two week's notice, Charlie? I DON'T THINK SO. She plans to get away from monsters and people, and "live on a mountaintop or something... as long as there's good wifi." I'm sure Sam can get you set up with his magical wifi, Charlie, if you stay on his good side.

Harper's apartment. She seems to be all about love, with a decorative "amore" sign in the kitchen and a big red heart hanging on the wall. She suddenly realizes it's weird that she brought him to her apartment, though she's thinking "putting the moves on you" weird and I'm thinking "inviting a potential serial killer into your home" weird. But maybe I listen to too much My Favorite Murder.

She leaves the room to get the book (odd that it's not on the stuffed bookshelves in her living room, but they're all full of romance novels). Jack asks why the FBI was "hassling" her, and she tells him about Winston's death as he surreptitiously puts a silver coin on the floor and splashes holy water all over his hands. A call comes from Dean, but he ignores it. When she comes back with the book, she notices the coin on the floor and picks it up. She touches his hand when she gives him the coin and notices that it's wet. I would have put the holy water on the coin, although a wet coin on the floor might be as weird as wet hands. He just laughs weirdly and then does a fake cough AND SAYS CHRISTO. SOMEONE FINALLY REMEMBERED CHRISTO. Oh, my heart. I've been waiting 13 years for this moment. She doesn't react to it, so she seems pretty human. He says he's nervous, so she sits on the couch and pats the seat next to her.

Stakeout. Charlie has found something in the books called a Musca. Sam already knows it's a man-fly hybrid (IT'S THE FLY; OUR MONSTER IS JEFF GOLDBLUM) and that no one's seen them, so if they do exist, they keep to themselves. She's impressed with his Sammy smarts. He says he's read all the books, but if he'd read this one, he'd know that every few hundred years a male Musca can't find a mate and he "abandons his community and starts using people's bodies to nest, binding them together with a viscous goo." Ew.

As they walk, in the background we see a figure approaching the two women who are sitting on the bus stop bench. It's clothed in black, carrying a black briefcase, and it has a giant head. At first I think it's literally a giant fly's head. But when Charlie notices it, we get a closer look, and it's a large black hood, like a beekeeper's outfit. It sits down and then casually scoots closer to the women, who scoot away, and it's hilarious.

Harper's apartment. She asks Jack where he's from, and he tells her he lives in Lebanon, Kansas. NO, JACK. DON'T TELL ANYONE WHERE YOU LIVE. Jack coughs some more and then notices a picture of Harper with her boyfriend, Vance. She says he left town after high school because he wanted to see the world, and Jack seems astonished that anyone would leave her. And that was when her bad luck started, but she tries to stay optimistic. "Me too," Jack says. "I had some not-so-great stuff happen in my past. Trying to be positive... it can be hard." Oh, Jack, sweetie. They gaze into each other's eyes and it looks like they're going to kiss. Jack's phone buzzes with a text from Dean that says CALL ME NOW.

Jack? Do you believe in love at first sight?

Do you... (music swells)... mind if I use the bathroom?

Ha!

Jack hides in the bathroom to call Dean. He tells him Harper isn't a monster, and he thinks she's in love with him. Although Dean's sure that's not the case, Jack says "but if she is, I need to know everything about sex. Go." Ha again! Dean tells him about Miles's death, which makes Jack wonder if she's cursed. Dean says it's more like all the guys around her are cursed. "Like me," Jack ponders, just before we get another monster POV shot and a strangled shout from Dean. The phone goes dead.

Jack comes back into the living room and Harper asks if he's okay and if he wants to go for coffee. Then the door bursts open and Dean comes in, and I wonder why she's freaking out until I remember that Dean is Bad FBI Guy to her. He quickly blocks the door and tell her they're here to save her from... whatever it is that's suddenly growling and banging on her door. "At first I thought it was a ghost," he says, "but then it punched me in the face." She's freaked out about a ghost, but Jack reassuringly (NOT!) tells her that he's saying it's NOT a ghost. Dean recognizes a photo and it turns out the monster is her old boyfriend Vance, who she didn't even realize was dead.

For some reason Dean isn't carrying a lot of weapons, but he has a silver knife and finds a silver letter opener on Harper's desk. Silver will slow it down, he tells them, but there's only one way to kill the undead boyfriend. Vance breaks the door down before we learn what that is. Dean starts fighting with the silver knife and tells Jack to get Harper out of there.

Stakeout. It's nighttime now. A lone man sits at the bus stop as Sam tries to convince Charlie that she can't drop out of society. She needs people, and also, it's hard to walk away from being a hunter. "I tried. Our Charlie tried." You know, for someone who did want out of hunting, and did try to get out of it, Sam spends a lot of time convincing others to do it, or at least enabling them. I mean, Dean was all "Patience, if you can live a normal life, do it," and Sam was all "well, Claire, if you're gonna hunt, I guess I should show you how to hack." Although that (and teaching Ghoul!Adam to shoot) was more about protecting someone determined/forced to be a hunter than recruiting. So maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, if anyone recognized the futility of getting out of the life, it would be him.

Jeff Goldblum shows up again and sits by his next victim. Charlie wants to go for the kill, but Sam thinks they should wait for him to make his move, in case he's just into weird fashion. Look, Sam, if a guy likes wearing a black beekeeper's bonnet and sidling up to random strangers at bus stops, he deserves to be hunted, whether or not he's actually part bee. When the bus shows up, it blocks their view of the duo. When it leaves, the bench is empty. Which could mean they just got on the bus, but we see something disappearing behind the stop. Sam decides it's a go after all.

Let's stick with this story, rather than cutting back and forth between them like the show did.

Sam and Charlie find a door with a bunch of goo on the handle. Sam says Charlie found something in the books that theorized a brass nail dripped in sugar water would kill a musca. Because yes, of course sugar water, WHICH FLIES EAT, would kill a fly man. (Rolls my eyes at this otherwise delightful episode.) Charlie reminds him they have neither of those things. "So we get creative," Sam says. I'm expecting some kind of MacGuyvering involving a can of Coke, or Sam's sugary coffee. (Spoiler alert: I'm wrong.)

{Sidebar: Why are all the methods of killing monsters so weirdly specific? Chopping off the head should kill ANYTHING.}

They go through the door, which surprisingly leads them into an abandoned warehouse. It's full of flies (normal ones, not half-man flies) and smells like pine cleaner and rotting meat. Yum. Eventually Sam finds the briefcase, which is full of what looks like candy wrappers and also has a white cloth, which he sniffs to discover chloroform. Dude. Don't sniff the chloroform rag. Charlie finds the most recent victim, still alive, by a pile of bodies. Something grabs Charlie's hand. She pulls loose, but falls off a low platform (seriously, it's like two feet high) and... loses consciousness? Okay. Maybe he chloroformed her and I missed it. I'm old and decrepit and this would have barely bruised me. He must have chloroformed her.

Sam tries to wake her up, but is interrupted by the WORST MONSTER COSTUME EVER. Oh god, you guys, this fly man head is so bad. SO BAD.

{Sidebar: Did you know that you don't see much of the shark in Jaws because the model was so bad, Steven Spielberg decided he wanted to shoot it as little as possible? And it actually made the movie better because the unseen monster was so much scarier? Just saying, Speight.}

(Um, have you watched any movies that were made before 1980?)

Well, that was uncalled for.

Jeff Goldblum attacks Sam and gets goo on him, and if this were really a fly, wouldn't that goo be digesting him? Isn't that how flies eat? (Why yes, it is.) Charlie regains consciousness and stabs it with something, which gets it off Sam long enough for him to shoot it in the head. Creativity in action! So, I guess I got my wish. Interesting that, just like last week, the guys figured out that there are actions that will kill anything.

Aftermath! Charlie and Sam are driving, and Sam says he feels bad for the Musca, which could have been happy if it had stayed home with its people. Subtle, Sam. Charlie's all, yeah, okay, I'm like the bug, except not so much. As we see the Musca family coming to retrieve their brother's body, Sam asks Charlie not to leave. "If we help people, then maybe they'll help people, and all that, and that's worth it. Even with all the tears and death, it's worth it." Oh, Sammy. {sniff} She says she'll think about it.

Back to Jack and Harper. It was broad daylight when they got to her apartment, so I don't know why it's nighttime now. How long did he spend in the bathroom? No wonder she asked if he was okay. Cut to Dean gleefully fighting the zombie, who suddenly stops fighting and runs off.

Jack and Harper run to the library, where she struggles with the keys until Jack remembers she left without locking the door. They scurry inside and he locks it. As they hide behind the counter, they see Zombie Vance run by. Jack tells her not to worry, because he locked the door, and she asks if he flipped the switch under the lock? Obviously he didn't, and she goes to do it herself. As she stands, looking out the door, Vance shows up. She unlocks the door, which Jack obviously DID lock, and opens it. He hands her the history book - I guess Jack dropped it - and they kiss.

Um. whoops. Vance is actually still Harper's boyfriend. And he has to eat human flesh. Like, Jack's, for example. Vance lunges for Jack, who hides in the stacks as Harper gives him the villain dialogue over the library's PA system. She likes Jack, but he's obviously a hunter, and she comes from a long line of necromancers, so it would never work out between them. She killed Vance to keep him from leaving after high school, and killing every other guy in her sights is just a fun little romantic roleplay for them. We get a little scare when a hand appears on Jack's shoulder (been a lot of that going around lately), but it's Dean. He tells Jack they have to get Vance back into his grave and then drive a stake into his heart to keep him there. And they're going to convince him using another romance novel method.

Jack tells her he wants to do things Vance can't do - walk her down the aisle, raise a family. This draws Vance out, who lunges at him but finds himself facing Dean. Vance gets Dean against a wall, and Harper calls out to him. Dean thinks she's going to call him off, but she says "Baby, kill him!" and Dean's "huh" look is precious to me. Instead, Dean slaps a handcuff on his arm and cuffs him to a pole or something. Jack cuffs his other arm to a library cart, I think, which is mobile and therefore defeats the purpose of cuffing, but good try, Jack. The cuffs burn Vance, so they're silver or enchanted or something. Seems like a successful hunt, but when the guys look up, the door is open and Harper is gone.

Later we see Harper and her suitcase at a cafe, writing a letter to Jack. So she had time to go home and pack a suitcase, and Dean and Jack didn't go to her apartment and look for her? Guys. Come on. She's sorry she's going to have to kill Jack, but it means she can bring him back to life and they'll be together forever. See you soon, she writes, sealing the envelope addressed to Jack Smith, c/o the Lebanon, Kansas post office. I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET HER KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, JACK. Is Harper going to be a Big Bad this season? Or maybe a Little Bad? I wouldn't mind seeing her again. She's a charming little villain.

Finally, Jack's drinking coffee again, probably with a lot of sugar, in the bunker. This scene, with them facing each other, is a nice callback to the beginning of the episode. Dean tells Jack he did good, and Jack pushes for more hunts, because he was right. It's not about being right, Dean tells him, it's about what you do after you're wrong, after you've made a mistake. And about not beating yourself up, Jack points out. Dean tells him he's pretty smart, and Jack smiles and coughs and Dean promises to talk about getting him on more hunts when Sam gets back (BECAUSE SAM IS THE ONE TO ASK, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT) and Jack lies about being fine and then coughs some more and shows Dean his bloody palm and collapses on the floor with blood oozing from his mouth and nose and WELL. THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.

And the episode ends, without Sam and Dean sharing a single scene. Has that happened before? It's unsettling. I like the ep, though. I liked the relationship focus - Sam bonding with New Charlie, Dean bonding with Jack. I liked the humor. I liked that Sam wasn't ignored, even though the brothers had separate storylines. I liked the continuation of things that have been happening this season, the gentle reminder (but not constant siren) of Dean's guilty feelings and Sam's leadership and Jack's issues. And, of course, CHRISTO!

And there was one weird thing I noticed on first watch, but it didn't jump out at me on rewatch so I don't remember when it happened... Dean said "Son of a B." This is the second episode where they said something weird instead of bitch. What's going on there? Is Dean never going to say "son of a bitch" again? Because that's not good.

What did you guys think? And please help me stay unspoiled; thanks!

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Everything hurts.

He's lucky to be alive, he supposes; the suspects he was tailing could have killed him. Still, leaving him beaten and battered, in a dark alley at night, seems especially cruel. Whatever they've done to his leg makes it impossible to put pressure on, and he desperately hopes it isn't broken. Blood is everywhere, and he's distantly aware that it's his.

Honestly, it's embarrassing.

But they took his gun, so he's unarmed, incapacitated, and in the worst part of town. It won't be long before-

"Ah, what do we have here?"

Mobsters.

Lovely.

There's a pipe just out of his reach, and he tries to drag himself toward it, just to give himself a fighting chance. One mobster, who looks to be the leader, laughs and kicks it away.

"He looks like a fed."

"I'm not a fed," he answers automatically, even as his mind races. Surely there's a convincing cover, maybe even something that could persuade them to help him, but the pain is making it hard to focus. "Just... Wrong place, wrong time."

The leader nods. "That you are, my friend." He raises his gun, and Flynn's heart drops.

"Hold on, hold on, let me just-"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Three clean shots, and the mobsters are on the ground.

The woman who steps out of the shadows is nothing short of stunning, even with her eyes currently rolled back in her head. "You NSA boys talk too much," she mutters, scanning the area.

She's definitely an agent of some kind; professional clothes, standard issue weapon, training in her every step.

"And you are-?"

"CIA." She holds out a hand. "Can you stand?"

He shakes his head. "My leg. It..." He trails off, hoping she'll have a different diagnoses, but her grimace confirms his worst fears.

"Broken." She crouches down, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, and his mind goes blank. Is now really the time for a cuddle? Although... He certainly isn't going to complain. Slowly, he starts to lean in.

She swats him.

"Focus!" She glares.

He is very focused, thank you.

And also-he glances at the ground-suffering from severe blood loss.

That's probably not good.

"What are you doing?"

She sighs. "This leg is broken. That one isn't. Stand on that side, and I'll support you here. Okay?"

Walking. Right. They need to get out of the dark alley.

It takes a fair amount of effort, but he manages to obey, sagging heavily against her.

Hm, she's warm. Maybe he could rest here, just for a minute. Surely she won't mind. Besides, she smells good. Safe. He likes that. It's been a long time since he's felt safe...

"Hey!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face. "I'm going to get you somewhere safe. Just stay with me."

"No problem," he mutters. That is, in fact, his ideal location.

The next sound she makes might be a laugh. He definitely likes it. "Okay, Romeo, here's my car." She opens the door, gently lowering him into the seat. "I know someone who can help."

A panicked thought crosses his mind. "My mission-"

"Can wait until you're not bleeding out." Her tone leaves no room for argument. "Trust me. I know a guy."

-

The house is dark, but his new friend assures him the homeowner won't mind. That should probably raise some red flags, but he can't quite remember why.

Meanwhile, she scrambles around, gathering peroxide, towels, ointment, and water.

"I thought you said you knew a guy?" He checks,

She levels him with an unimpressed stare. "You got a problem with a woman working on you?"

"Ah, no, but I'd prefer someone with a medical degree."

"You don't know that I don't have one."

It takes far to much effort to raise his eyebrows at her. "Do you?"

"... No." She pulls a chair up by the couch where he's lying, and dips a towel into the water. "But you don't know that. Here."

Her touch is surprisingly gentle, a contrast with her hard tone, as she washes the blood from his face. He closes her eyes, leaning into her. When's the last time he's had someone to take care of him? He honestly can't remember.

"My friend will be here soon," she murmurs, "and I'd rather not mess with your leg if I can help it. Not without a medical degree." She grins at him, and he cannot help but return it, even as his cracked lips protest. "But I can at least do something about your handsome face."

Well then. "You think I'm handsome?" He teases, not even trying to hide his delight, and she scoffs.

"At the moment? Not especially."

... Well then. "Ouch. And here I was going to tell you that you look-ow!" He flinches away as the first drops of peroxide hit his skin.

"Sorry." It's hard to say whether she's sincere or not. "Don't want you getting an infection."

Before he can respond to that, the door opens, and she stands. "I'm so glad you could make it."

The voice that responds is male, and unnervingly young. "Well, if he's as bad off as you say..."

"He is." She brings her friend into the room, and Flynn stares.

Is this kid still in medical school? "I've changed my mind. You may not have a medical degree, but at least you don't have to get Mommy's permission before crossing the street."

The man rolls his eyes. "Great to meet you, too. Can I look at your leg?" Without giving him a chance to respond, he sets to work.

For her part, the woman seems utterly bemused. "Garcia, play nice. This is Noah. Like I said, I Noah guy."

Noah side-eyes her. "That joke stopped being funny a long time ago."

She shrugs, unrepentant. "Not to me. Now, I have to go. You two behave."

"Wait!" She's leaving? What if he never sees her again? He doesn't even know- "What's your name?"

At first, he thinks she isn't going to respond. She's almost to the door when she calls out, "Lorena."

Lorena. CIA. It isn't much to go on, but it's enough.

He'll find her again.

Whump Words #25:

“I’m gonna get you somewhere safe. Just stay with me!”

[citycfangels]

text: Charlie ⇄ Raquel

Charlie: where would you say there are good places for the bar? like, good areas for it?

Raquel: ANYWHERE.

Raquel: EVERYWHERE.

Raquel: Okay I might have gotten carried away but I'm just excited that we're starting this.

Raquel: I can bring you all my research and then show you comps for a few things just so that you can see market values and how they've gone up.

Raquel: I think west hollywood might be good or downtown since they're developing a huge bar and almost speakeasy scene.

Raquel: now I sound like a real estate agent.

Raquel: which I don't even mind because I'm just so excited.

Charlie: you've been thinking about this for a while, huh?

Charlie: oh, don't stop on my account. it's kinda sexy. you're like my sexy real estate agent. it's cute.

Charlie: bring your ideas and we'll see what's best

Raquel: pretty much since you told me you wanted the bar.

Raquel: I'll be your sexy real estate agent any time you want babe. I can wear pencil skirts and give you grand tours. We can christen every room.

Raquel: I'm going to bring my ideas and we can even like go around and look at a few places. There was one place with really good lighting but I wasn't sure if you would like it because it did have a lot of light and was a weird dry cleaners before.

Charlie: holy shit.

Charlie: you know you're giving me great ideas for roleplaying, right?

Charlie: well, i have to see it with my own eyes, but i guess we could work with that

Raquel: why are you surprised? This is important to you.

Raquel: really? So does that mean you're coming to my open house baby?

Raquel: if not I've seen like two other places but this is your bar so really it's not my decision to make at all.

Charlie: it is. it's a really big thing for me. for us.

Charlie: will your legs be open too?

Charlie: i really like your input on all of this. you know i appreciate your opinions and help and i think that makes the bar our baby, not only mine

Raquel: I know it is and I think this is really important for the both of us.

Raquel: For you baby, any time.

Raquel: I know you do but this is yours. When we started this I wasn't completely yours. When we started this I wasn't sure what we were or how thing would come to be. I didn't know what our future was. I want something to be yours. I want this to be your baby. I want to stand beside you and know that I can be proud of the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Raquel: This isn't mine to steamroll. This is yours.

Charlie: then sign me the fuck up, babe

Charlie: babe. i have you now and i know how you feel this should be mine, but i'm serious, i want you to be part of this as much as i am. of course you'll have your acting career and whatever comes to you, and i'll be proud of that, but i want you to be in this as much as i am.

Charlie: this doesn't feel only mine, although i'll be the one who will be behind the scenes making sure everything is okay.

Raquel: signed up, scheduled and ready for you whenever

Raquel: Okay. I just don't want you to think that this is just me pushing you to do something you don't want to do or something that I'm pushing for more. I love you and I want you to know that if you need me to step back I will.

Raquel: good because I don't know as much as you do about how things should run.

Charlie: good, because i'm feeling like eating you out tonight

Charlie: you know i don't think that. i know you will if i need you to step back and let me do my thing, and i'll let you know. i'm excited about you and me doing this, you know

Charlie: i don't know how to do that yet, but there's a first time for everything

Raquel: that's your mood almost every night baby. Not that I'm complaining.

Raquel: I'm really excited. Then again I think the real estate agent is the happiest.

Charlie: well, we both love it when my mouth is on the right places 😉

Charlie: i can't wait to see your ideas, babe. i love seeing you as excited as i am about this

Raquel: well you're just so talented with it babe. Like when it's on my clit and when you tease my nipples.

Raquel: but I think my mouth can compete with yours just as much.

Raquel: So I should just create like a pinterest and just show you every night because I have a lot of ideas.

Charlie: you know your lips can drive me crazy, especially when they're around my cock

Charlie: that's not a bad idea at all. we could do that, yes

Raquel: well i can't help it. Not when having you in my mouth makes me so wet.

Raquel: or I could just introduce you to the real estate agent that has been helping me a bit.

Charlie: do you want me to have a boner right now, babe?

Charlie: that's a good idea too. everything that may be helpful is welcome when it comes to this

Raquel: Maybe.

Raquel: you can be ready for me for when I get home.

Raquel: I can come back home and get on my knees for you. Make you come in my mouth before I use it to mark what's mine.

Raquel: Then I can set up a meeting I trust them to find something for us and they've heard enough about you that it's probably time for you two to meet.

Charlie: oh, i know what i'll do until you come back then

Charlie: i'll sit here on the couch, fully naked, i'll connect my laptop to the tv and i'll watch good porn until you're back

Charlie: that's a good idea. if you trust them, i trust them too, so yeah, let's have a meeting

Raquel: by good porn you mean ?????

Raquel: when do you want me to set it up for?

Charlie: i mean porn with context, a plot behind it.

Charlie: i have this thing in which i classify porn according to that, so we have porn in general which is the one who usually lacks of a plot and then the good porn, which is the one i have bookmarked

Charlie: the bad porn category is the one that's... really bad and feels too overacted.

Charlie: maybe next week? tuesday would be great

Raquel: are you saying that I should get more into roleplay so that we can give our sexcapades some plot?

Raquel: wait you have them bookmarked?

Raquel: will you show me?

Raquel: Tuesdays I know are usually rough for her but after 2 o'clock I think she can be free.

Charlie: there's some porn that isn't roleplaying and still has some plot, but i wouldn't be opposed to that

Charlie: are you saying you want to watch porn with me?

Charlie: i wasn't expecting that

Charlie: that's hot

Charlie: oh, then ask her when she can and then we can agree on a appointment. it doesn't have to be on tuesday

Raquel: so what like the pizza guy that needs a little extra tip?

Raquel: It's not like I've never watched porn before. Why shouldn't I watch it with the man I love.

Raquel: you just can't blame me if I start touching myself.

Raquel: I think it can be Tuesday. I'll email her now.

Charlie: there must be something along these lines on my bookmarks

Charlie: i wasn't expecting you telling me you wanted to watch porn with me. i never thought it would happen and i'm already turned on at that thought

Charlie: the porn is good, so you probably will and i'll be focused on seeing you touching yourself

Charlie: or else i'll masturbate you. or fuck you right in the couch, whatever happens first

Raquel: You can be my pizza boy any time baby.

Raquel: Babe, you're always turned on.

Raquel: who says you can touch? I know it's not the same as when you touch me and it's hard for me to cum if it isn't with you but I can still try.

Charlie: you're the one who wanted me to be turned on by the time you came home, remember?

Charlie: evil. i'd be watching tho, so i guess i'd be helping a bit

Charlie: do i get to get off myself, right?

Raquel: I did and I still do. I want you hard for me and after we watch a video I can wrap my lips around your huge cock and let you cum in my mouth.

Raquel: but first I'm going to let you watch me. Without touching me. You can touch yourself but you can't touch me. You just aren't allowed to cum.

Charlie: we're doing this tonight, huh? i'll get the best porn for you, babe

Charlie: if you don't cum yourself, do i get to eat you out later?

Raquel: mhmm. I get home really soon and I'm already so wet.

Raquel: maybe.

Charlie: do it soon because i'm this close to losing my underwear

Raquel: you're such a tease. I'm trying to get there as soon as I can.

Charlie: i told you i'd be naked by the time you were here, so that's nothing new

Raquel: Still doesn't mean you're not a tease.

Raquel: it's not fair when I can't take my clothes off yet. just thinking about you waiting for me makes me want to touch myself.

Raquel: too bad I don't want to give my uber driver a show.

Charlie: okay, think about... cold things

Charlie: think about ice, for example

Charlie: don't do it bc he shouldn't be getting a show. nope.

Raquel: Ice doesn't help. All I can think about is how you can put ice cubes around my nipples just to make them harder and how you can melt one on my skin slowly before you use your tongue.

Raquel: I'll be thinking about you either way.

Charlie: you're really horny, aren't you?

Charlie: when will you be here?

Raquel: yes.

Raquel: You can't really blame me since this is your fault.

Raquel: in like 10 minutes. Maybe.

Charlie: you were the one who started talking about a real estate realtor fantasy, but i guess i'm also to blame

Charlie: well, hurry up and try to not come in the backseat

Raquel: Well you encouraged it so that definitely didn't help. You could have just left it alone.

Raquel: I can't. I'm wearing a longer skirt than usual and i know they'll notice. I just have to wait and tell them to drive faster.

Charlie: i'd say i'm sorry, but i don't want to lie so

Charlie: do i have time to have a shower?

Raquel: U R THE WORST.

Raquel: sure. Shower without me but if I need to come look for you I'll know where to find you.

Charlie: you love me tho 😏😏😏

Charlie: hey, i could be out of shower before you're here

Raquel: with all my heart 😘 😘 😘 😘

Raquel: Doubtful especially if it has to be a cold one.

Charlie: 😊

Charlie: you're underestimating me, babe. i can be done by the time you're here and grace your eyes with my naked presence

Raquel: I'm not. I just think you're going to need more time than five minutes. If you make me wait I will get started without you.

Charlie: go ahead, because i'd love seeing you getting off right after i step out of the shower and i know you love seeing me wet and naked after a shower. we'd both win in this situation, babe

Raquel: I feel like this is just your plan to catch me masturbating just to try to help me out. There's still going to be no touching. You're just going to have longer to watch.

Charlie: i didn't have any ulterior motives to suggest that, but okay

Charlie: anyways, i just got out of the shower so you won't have to wait. is there any kind of porn you want to watch? any kink?

Raquel: getting out the uber now.

Raquel: show me your favorite one.

Charlie: the threesome one works for you?

Raquel: if that's your favorite one then yeah. It's just a video. I know I'm the only girl you want.

Charlie: yes, you are. i like to watch those videos but i don't need two naked girls in my bed to be happy. i only want and need you.

Raquel: I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me.

Charlie: is it? really?

Charlie: i don't know, i'm in a romantic mood lately. i bet that's not the most romantic thing i've said

Raquel: well besides the first time you said you loved me. I love this romantic mood. But just so you know it's not going to replace my super horny one. If anything it's just amplifying it because it reminds me just how happy I should make you. Get ready to be too tired to even move because I am going to fuck your brains out babe.

Charlie: you don't really have to, but i won't say no to that because i love you and i love to see you happy when you do that

Charlie: okay, you're making me want to skip the whole porn video and take you to bed to fuck you in every possible position

Raquel: you make me happy in every possible way.

Raquel: No skipping anything. But the whole fucking me in any position possible isn't out of the question. I'm ready for you to bend me however you want but tonight I'm in control.

Charlie: so do you, babe

Charlie: oh my, i'd love to bend you over, but i wouldn't mind seeing you on top of me and doing all those things i love

Raquel: I'm going to be on top with my hands on your abs while I ride you. Just when I think you're about to come I'm going to stop and then turn around and give you a nice view of my ass and your cock going deep inside me.

Charlie: i like both views, so i'm going to enjoy them as much as i can

Charlie: fucking come here already, babe

Raquel: you can enjoy watching me come all over your cock. Your fingers can play with my asshole and pull my hair as you come inside me.

Raquel: fine. but you still have to watch.

Charlie: you're a fucking tease and i can't get off yet. mean

Charlie: i'll be more than happy to do that. will you be naked?

Raquel: teasing you is what I do best baby. That's just round one. Round two I'll be on my knees using my mouth to please you. My tongue going slowly against you. You hitting the back of my throat just to make my eyes water.

Raquel: nothing but the tv will be on.

Charlie: you really meant it when you said you were going to fuck my brains out, didn't you? 😏

Charlie: that sounds really good to me. i'm even more tempted to look at you than to the screen

Charlie: you should know that the towel just came off right now.

Raquel: when have I ever lied to you.

Raquel: well if you can't keep your eyes off me I sure won't mind.

Raquel: and you should know that my panties are already soaked.

Charlie: never, i hope

Charlie: do we really need the threesome video in the background?

Charlie: hot damn

Raquel: I never will.

Raquel: yes. I want to see what's so special about it.

Raquel: words you probably said when you saw me the first time.

Charlie: i know

Charlie: if i didn't say them, i definitely thought them, because you're hot as fuck

Raquel: Hot as fuck and all yours.

Raquel: so what was the first thing you thought when you saw me the first time?

Raquel: nevermind. Not important.

Charlie: yeah

Charlie: what was your thought when you saw me the first time?

Raquel: I was sort of obsessed with your eyes but every time you opened your mouth to talk I had to remind myself that I couldn't go there. I told myself that I couldn't look at you again. And now I can't stop looking at you and your voice is my favorite sound.

Charlie: to be truth, i wouldn't blame you even if i wanted to get in your pants but i'm glad there has been a development from there

Raquel: a lot of development, and maturity and lots more passion.

Charlie: true, and here we are now, living together and doing things together

Charlie: like watching porn

Raquel: watching porn.

Raquel: and... maybe making one of our own.

Raquel: you can bring out the camera tonight because it's going to be a night you'll want to document.

Charlie: oh.

Charlie: watching porn, reverse cowgirl, a blowjob and now you want us to have a sex tape?

Charlie: holy shit, babe. i think i hit the jackpot today

Raquel: yep you hit the jackpot not come and hit my g-spot. Multiple times.

Charlie: something i'll be doing later

Charlie: but are you serious about me filming it?

Charlie: and this is not me not wanting to do it, because having a sex tape of us would be so fucking hot, i'm just making sure i didn't imagine things

Raquel: I'm sure. 100%. Absolutely sure. Film me.

Charlie: good, i'll get the good camera, bc we have a good camera, right?

Raquel: a good camera but not a film crew and not a lot of time because I can't keep waiting. We're not competing for an oscar or AVN award. This is just for you. Does it matter what camera it's filmed on?

Charlie: i guess you're right

Charlie: i hope my phone battery doesn't run out bc this is going to involves loooots of filming

Raquel: You might want to just charge while you film my love because you're right. this is going to be lots of filming. I don't think I'm going to get enough of you in just a couple rounds.

Charlie: oh, i see. this will be a all night long thing, huh? can't wait to fuck you in different positions, babe. we're not going to be able to move tomorrow

Charlie: you're making me want to buy a camera for next time

Raquel: all night and into the morning baby. Who needs to be able to move tomorrow. Not me.

Raquel: next time? Are you thinking about filming us every time we have sex now?

Charlie: from 1 to 10, how much would you be willing to meet some of my friends if they knew about us?

Raquel: what is this even about?

Raquel: obviously like a 10000. Are you okay?

Charlie: yes, i am. i was just asking bc that's something we have to do, right? meet each other friends outside of the bar

Charlie: okay, bc i slipped and i told Chris about us. not a big deal.

Raquel: babe I don't care who you tell. You can tell the whole world and I wouldn't mind. We aren't sneaking around any more because I was stupid and in a relationship.

Raquel: chris?

Raquel: you mean the bozzie that casey slept with????? Does he even count as someone outside the bar I mean he is like almost always there. If he wasn't the one with a drink I would think he works there.

Charlie: that bozzie is also a friend and a whole person, if you take out the whole drink out of the picture.

Charlie: idk, is it a good idea? i know he's there almost all the time, but i count him as someone outside the bar

Raquel: Babe, of course I know he's a whole person. I just have only seen him at the bar and you're right, I don't know him.

Raquel: Is this important to you?

Raquel: if the answer's yes then it's a good idea. This is what we're supposed to be doing. Meeting each other's friends, having dinner with friends, fighting over damp towels on the floor. You've met some of my friends or at least Casey and you get along with her. I'll make an effort if you need me to.

Charlie: yeah, we should start doing that. i mean, we'll eventually have to meet people in the other's life. your castmates when you land a role, probably my parents too...

Charlie: it's bound to happen, so why not start now? plus, a part of me wants to show you off as my hot girlfriend

Charlie: i'll tell him that.

Charlie: if the damp towels on the floor an indirect for me or...? bc that happened once

Raquel: mhmm probably your parents. I'm saving you by keeping you away from my mom.

Raquel: I can totally be your arm candy if later on you promise to be my sorta trophy boyfriend.

Raquel: it's happened like three times babe and it's kinda gross.

Charlie: thank you bc i don't feel like meeting your mom to be judged for not being rich

Charlie: you mean when you have to go to the premiere or any important event? sure babe, i'll be your arm candy so you can show me off

Charlie: won't happen again, i promise

Raquel: eh you'll get the handsome thing down and then she will definitely be worried about how deep your pockets are. Not that I care about that at all.

Raquel: yep that or just whenever we are out.

Raquel: babe, it's fine. I'm sure there are things I do that you don't like

Charlie: i know you don't, which is something i really appreciate. that you care about me as a person and not bc of the money i have or not

Charlie: sounds like a good plan to me

Charlie: okay. in my defense, two of those times happened bc you were calling me to shower with you, so it's partly your fault

Raquel: money means nothing to me. Not when I know that you love me as much as you do. I know that love is the one thing I can't buy.

Raquel: well i think it's the best plan we've got.

Raquel: oh so now it's my fault???? This is still you for being so eager.

Charlie: yeah, the only thing i worry about money-wise right now is about the bar and nothing else. i'm glad you see things that way, babe

Charlie: not your fault 100%, but you know how to convince me to hop in the shower with you. every. single. time.

Raquel: and it's not like we have to worry too much about that either. I've always seen it that way. My mom just doesn't get that and maybe that's why she'll never be happy.

Raquel: well you don't make it that hard to try to convince you.

Charlie: how do you manage to be so optimistic about it? that makes me love you even more

Charlie: you naked and wet in the shower are enough reasons to convince me

Raquel: optimistic about the money or about how much I love you?

Raquel: well me being wet should be enough reason to make you come running.

Charlie: the money, of course.

Charlie: are you talking about shower wet or are you trying to tease me while i'm on a break?

Raquel: oh, well that's not me being optimistic so much as realistic. In case you haven't noticed; your girlfriend and love of your life is loaded.

Raquel: take it how you want babe but all i'm saying is that maybe you should start running.

Charlie: my girlfriend is dirty rich and i know it

Charlie: you're mean, babe. i'm at work and about to meet chris here, but i should be done in one hour

Charlie: meanwhile, you can entertain me and tell me what are you doing

Raquel: yep I'm like that lame lady gaga song beautiful dirty rich.

Raquel: I am finally looking at curtains but really all I can think about is how we haven't christened the new couch. I'm still waiting on you to fuck me until I can't breathe while we're on it.

Raquel: Then I'm thinking about how I have to touch myself for the next hour because you'll be with Chris.

Charlie: fucking tease

Charlie: you want that? okay, we're christening the couch tonight and i'll give you one of the many orgasms i'll give tonight right before i take you to bed and i bend you over to fuck you again

Charlie: touch yourself until then, but don't come. i'm feeling like breaking our record of orgasms tonight

Charlie: can you wait for an hour?

Raquel: of course I want that. I always want you.

Raquel: you're going to break the record? that's hard to top. Not that I'm saying you can't. It's just going to be so hard not to come while thinking of you.

Charlie: yeah, although it'll be hard to break our record of five orgasms, but we can try

Charlie: you can always touch yourself but when you feel you're almost there, you can stop. that's supposed to make orgasms more intense, right?

Raquel: don't start backing out now. It's going to happen.

Raquel: but I don't want to have to stop.

Charlie: of course it's going to happen, have you met me? my cock is magical

Charlie: think about how many times you'll come for me when i'm behind you, fucking you until we're tired and we need a break

Raquel: babe, i'd say amazing but not magical.

Raquel: not. helping. I just want you inside me. Fucking me hard and teasing my ass. Pulling my hair while I'm gripping the edge of the couch. I want you to make me come and to keep fucking me until I can't even hold myself up. I want you to make me squirt.

Charlie: now i'm hurt

Charlie: oh yes, i'm making you squirt. oh fucking yes. we're not sleeping tonight

Raquel: I can always kiss it and make it feel better. Or you know suck.

Raquel: who needs sleep? I need you.

Charlie: kiss and suck my cock all you want, babe

Charlie: yeah, we're not sleeping. probably eat everynow and then but no sleeping. we have all morning tomorrow for that

Charlie: i hate to break the moment, but i'm off to work again. fuck

Raquel: If i did it all I wanted you would hardly ever leave my mouth baby.

Raquel: and even in the morning I plan on waking you up and taking care of your morning wood.

Raquel: go back to work baby. I'll be waiting for you at home. Trying not to come.

Charlie: a good morning blowjob, yesssss

Charlie: i'll try to not think too much of you masturbating without me, but i can't make any promises

Raquel: if you didn't get up before me that's how I would wake you up every morning.

Raquel: you mean you don't want to think about me using my fingers and moaning your name? me being all wet for you.

Charlie: mmm, every morning? i wouldn't mind waking up to see your head down there

Charlie: i want to, but i don't think it's nice to see the bartender with a boner while he's working

Raquel: every morning. Or at least more often than now. You know i love tasting you

Raquel: no one else is allowed to see. That boner and everything else attached to it is mine.

Charlie: i'm now considering waking up later so i get that blowjob

Charlie: i'll get back to work and you'll see it later. both through my jeans and completely naked

Raquel: either I wake you up earlier so that you can just go back to sleep and wake up at your usual time. All I know is that I still need you up because I no longer even remember how to make my coffee. You spoil me.

Raquel: see you later baby. I love you.