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Smoke Eater - Part 6

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

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

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

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Word Count: 7,000 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, angst, hurt/comfort

Part 6: “Just Casual”

A few days after the house fire that claimed the life of Paul Richardson, father of two, Chief Bobby Singer was joined in his office by Detectives Winchester and Novak, along with his resident Squad Captain and Truck Lieutenant, Benny and Dean.

“The Richardson fire has officially been determined an arson,” Bobby revealed.

“They found a time-delay incendiary device hidden in the attic. No fingerprints. But that’s not even the odd thing,” he said. “The medical examiner found a brand mark on his wrist that was inconsistent with his other burns. Which is why you’re here, I reckon.”

Bobby directed his gaze at both John and Cas, who didn’t look surprised to hear this news.

Dean raised a brow. His gaze shifted to his father, but John only met his stare for a moment before he answered Bobby’s unspoken question.

“We’ve been investigating a series of murders in the area over the past six months,” John said. “Each victim died in their home, with the same brand somewhere on their body. Typically the wrist, or the back of the neck.”

“So we officially have a serial killer turned arsonist on our hands,” Bobby concluded. His attention shifted to Benny and Dean. “Keep this close to the vest, but keep your eyes open.”

“Arsonists are hard to catch,” Dean said, looking to the detectives. “What do you know about this guy?”

Cas glanced at John. The older man could feel his stare, but had to ignore it for now.

“Not much as of yet,” John said. “Right now he’s a coil of smoke, if you’ll pardon the phrase. Our psychologist says he’s most likely a white male, statistically speaking. College educated, or at the very least intelligent, efficient, and so far, he thinks every step through. Like he said, no prints. But the brand is a message.”

“To who, and why, is what we’ve been trying to figure out,” Cas added. “We think that’s the key to pinpointing a suspect.”

“Really,” Dean said. He raised a brow and crossed his arms. “Six months, and that’s all you’ve got?”

“Dean,” John started, but the Lieutenant shook his head.

“Come on, Dad. I know you. Who is this guy?”

“Dean, this is the best I can give you right now, but believe me, we’re working on it,” John said, that tone that boded no further argument.

Bullshit, Dean wanted to shoot back. But he held his tongue for now. He knew that John wouldn’t budge. Instinct still told Dean that his father was holding something back though.

As the men filtered out of Bobby’s office, Dean held Cas back for a moment.

“Watch the old man’s back, all right,” Dean said. “He’s got a penchant for being reckless.”

Cas gave him a wry, pointed look. “I’m doing my best. Winchesters are a stubborn lot.”

Dean smirked and walked out with him. Meg was headed inside, having just come in from an ambulance call. She smiled when she saw her boyfriend.

“Hey, lover,” she greeted. And she smacked his ass in front of God and the entire Rescue Squad, who liked to sit outside the firehouse and play cards at their table.

Ramirez and the others smirked and called out their customary whoops and cat calls. Dean smirked at the actual blushing discomfort that tightened up Cas’s face and shoulders.

“Dinner tonight at Casablanca’s, right?” Meg asked, unfazed by the catcalling peanut gallery.

“Right,” Cas said stiffly. But he still brushed her cheek with his thumb in affection. “See you later.”

“Yep,” she nodded, though she shot Dean a wry brow. “What? I stole your boyfriend. Get over it.”

She continued on her path back inside the firehouse, leaving Dean and Cas to stare after her in annoyance and begrudging fondness, respectively.

Dean turned to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Good luck and Godspeed, my friend. That woman’s fuckin’ terrifying.”

Cas gave him a lazy salute as he walked away. He found that John had already started up their police car. He was in the driver’s seat, as always, with a hand resting casually on the steering wheel.

Dean typically sat in much the same way. Cas thought both men were more comfortable in a car than anywhere else in life. Except, maybe, the precinct and the firehouse.

Cas slid into the passenger seat and gave his partner a knowing look.

“I still think you should tell Sam and Dean what’s really happening here,” he said.

John looked over at him with an almost unreadable expression. But they had been partners for a few years now; long enough for Cas to get a read on the older veteran.

“I understand why you want to keep them out of this, but now this guy is starting fires. Here, in Dean’s district,” Cas pointed out. “Wouldn’t it be safer for him if he had clearer eyes walking into the next one?”

If, God forbid, something should go wrong on the next call Dean responded to, John would never forgive himself. Both he and Cas knew this, but John never answered his partner’s question. He didn’t want his sons getting their noses in this just yet, even if it meant the worry he saw in Dean’s eyes.

So he put the car in “drive” and peeled away from the firehouse.

Trying to match your schedule with Dean’s was a challenge you two were trying to figure out. Though you’d fallen into a pattern of talking on the phone to fill the void when you two couldn’t meet.

Even after almost two more weeks and a third date, you were pleasantly surprised that you and Dean still had plenty to talk about. You told him more about your childhood with your grandparents, while he told you funny stories about him and Sam growing up with their dad, though he was often gone while working on cases.

It was family friend and Fire Chief, Bobby Singer who looked after them whenever John couldn’t, or his old partner Jody Mills, or even Ellen Harvelle, owner of the Roadhouse.

The more you learned about Dean, the more invested you became. And he listened to you when you went on tangents about new recipes you wanted to try out (as long as he got to be your official Taste Tester).

You two argued, playfully and fervently, about music. And you’d been creating a list of old shows the other hadn’t seen, but absolutely needed to.

Dean had suggested Dukes of Hazzard, for example, while you suggested Smallville. You each only agreed to put up with this list if you two watched it together. (Needless to say, there would be some marathon binge watching in your future.)

You particularly took notice though, when Dean invited you to join him at the Roadhouse to meet Cas, one of his best friends, and his girlfriend Meg. You’d invited Andréa to come along, and even Dean’s friend Benny, who she’d also been seeing ever since that night at the Roadhouse.

Apparently, the couple had their own plans.

You tried not to feel some type of way about her brush-off, but your friend had been increasingly distant since she met Benny Lafitte. However, you supposed you couldn’t judge. You hadn’t been calling her as much either, ever since you met Dean.

You knew that if you kept dating him, some adjustments would have to come in your life. You also promised yourself that you’d never be someone who forgot your friends for a man…even for a man like Dean Winchester.

Tonight, however, you’d come directly from work to meet him at the bar. It made more sense than to make him come pick you up from your house, so you sat with a ginger ale while you waited. He’d promised you via text that he was on the way, just stuck in traffic.

Okay, drive safe. 😘 Don’t speed, please.

You knew how he liked floor the Impala with that damn lead foot of his.

No promises. 🏎️

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you were smiling unconsciously as you read his reply.

You were soon knocked out of your thoughts when a smooth voice said your name. You looked up and to your right, and there stood a familiar face. The man greeted you with an easy smile as he sat down next to you.

“I thought that was you,” he said. He reached out his hand and re-introduced himself. “Gordon Walker. Not sure if you remember me.”

“Oh, yes! Of course I do, Gordon,” you smiled and shook his hand.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said. His dark eyes subtly took you in from head to toe in your skirt, heels, and blouse. “Though I’ve gotta admit, I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Ah, right,” you said. “Well—”

Before you could explain, Gordon held up a finger as he noticed your drink of choice.

“Oh, wait a sec. Let me get you something stronger than soda,” he said. He started to flag down Jo, but you shook your head and made a cutting motion with your hand.

“Uh, no, that’s okay,” you said. “I’m waiting for someone.”

“What?” Gordon asked.

It was getting busy in the bar, making it loud enough that you could understand why he hadn’t heard you. You leaned over towards his ear.

“I’m good for now, thanks,” you said, raising your voice a bit. Gordon leaned in even closer and chanced resting a hand above your knee.

“You sure?” he asked. He gave you a smile that was all smooth sex appeal and confidence, without being arrogant.

It was undoubtedly attractive, but you were more shocked than charmed in your blush. You instinctively leaned back when you felt his hand on your thigh. Your hand clenched on the counter.

While your brain scrambled to figure out a response that would successfully remove it (without snapping rudely like you were itching to), a hand slipped along your lower back.

You jolted a bit in your seat with a flare of unease, until you turned your head and found Dean.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and dropped a kiss at your hairline. He also clapped a heavy hand on Gordon’s shoulder and squeezed. The other man graciously got the hint and leaned back, withdrawing his hand from your thigh.

“Hi,” you said, finally able to breathe a bit easier. You gave Dean a smile, and he returned it.

He looked over at his friend with a sharper smile. “Hey, Gord. How’s your night goin’?”

“Good.” Gordon nodded, now with a knowing gleam in his eye. “Though I’m sure your night’s gonna go better.”

You weren’t sure how to take that remark, considering the way Dean reacted with a tighter expression and pursed lips. Then, they flickered at a smile.

“Well, we’re meeting up with Meg and Cas in a minute. You should join us,” Dean said. Even though his tone wasn’t so very inviting. The two men seemed to have a wordless conversation between the lines that you couldn’t decipher.

Gordon shook his head, but raised his drink. “No worries, you guys hang. I’m leaving in a few.”

“All right. Let us know if you change your mind,” Dean said. He thumped Gordon once more on the back, more friendly this time.

Dean’s other hand slipped around your waist. He tapped you on the side.

“Come on, I’ve got us a table. It’s quieter,” he said.

You nodded and slid out of your seat. You offered Gordon a polite smile, even if you’d rather not.

“Have a good night,” you said.

The other man’s smile was less flirtatious and more polite this time as well.

“You too,” he said.

Dean helped you onto your feet, like the gentleman he was, and he continued to lead you away from the bar with a hand on the small of your back. You instinctively pressed against his side to squeeze past the throng of patrons.

When you reached a high-top table in the corner, he pulled out your chair and held your hand as you climbed up in your skirt. You thanked him with a more genuine smile. Though once he was seated next to you, you leaned towards him and laid a hand on his arm, which rested on the table.

“I tried to tell him I was waiting for you. He took me by surprise,” you whispered.

Dean’s brows rose, but his face soon evened out with a smile. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t worry about it. He didn’t know about us,” he said. “He was shootin’ his shot…a bit aggressively. Sorry about that.”

“Oh…it’s okay. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” you replied. Though butterflies ran through your belly when you considered what us meant.

You noted his frown at what you’d said though, and so you aimed to change the subject.

“But Cas and Meg know, right?” you asked.

Dean nodded. His frown started to lift. “Yeah. Cas is one of my best friends. Meg is…well. She’s the little sister I wish I didn’t have.”

You shook your head in amusement. Then you let out a squeal as Dean hooked a foot around the leg of your chair and brought you closer. He stopped you from becoming too unbalanced by wrapping an arm around your waist. You clenched your hands into the open panels of his plaid shirt, and his charming smile greeted you.

“Hi,” he said.

You laughed. “Yeah, you mentioned that earlier.”

“Well, I’m doing it right this time,” he said. And he dipped down for a lingering kiss.

Across the bar was Jo Harvelle, doing her job behind the counter. She poured five shots in succession and doled them out to a party of frat bros without even looking.

Her eyes were drawn to the back corner of the bar, where you and Dean sat closely together, exchanging whispers and the occasional steamy kiss.

“Mind your business,” came Ellen’s whisper in her ear.

Jo whipped her head to glare softly at her mother, but she saw Ellen’s point. It was both obvious and pathetic of her to stare.

Despite the unease making her feel a bit sick to her stomach, Jo went over to Gordon down at the end. His sympathetic smile bothered her; she knew then she hadn’t just been caught by her mother.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” he remarked.

“What?” Jo said. She began wiping down his area of the counter. “Would it kill you to keep it in the glass?”

Gordon gave her an amused look as he sat back in his seat. His tumbler of whiskey was drained.

“Look, I’m sorry, all right?” he said.

Both of them knew he wasn’t apologizing for the spill.

Jo’s brows knitted together, mostly in annoyance. “Again, for what?”

“I know it’s gotta be hard to see him actually moving on,” he replied.

Her lips pursed, and her eyes darted to the back of the room again. She stared for a moment at the side of your face.

“Knowing him, whatever it is won’t last,” she muttered.

Gordon hissed at the "burn," with a deep chuckle. She knew her words weren’t kind, but it was how she felt.

“That may be,” he allowed. “But he’s not just chasing tail anymore. That’s what scares you.”

Gordon dropped a nice tip for her next to his glass. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and left Jo with the churning in her gut.

Cas and Meg finally arrived a few minutes later.

Dean knew you’d been to the Roadhouse before, but this was different. You were meeting some of his friends, and he realized how much he wanted you to. He felt…comfortable around you. And he wanted his friends to know you, and to like you.

“As you know, Meg’s our Paramedic in Charge over at 25,” he began, gesturing at the woman as she got settled in her seat.

You admired her long brown hair, tall boots, and black leather jacket. She seemed to ooze confidence and dark charisma as she tossed you a smirk.

“Guilty,” she said.

You smiled back. Dean gestured at her boyfriend next, clad in a beige trench coat, slacks, and blazer.

“And Cas, who bravely suffers being my dad’s partner on the job.”

Cas nodded wryly at the introduction. His dark hair and blue eyes were striking, you could admit. His tie was loose and slightly rumpled. Along with the stubble coating his face, he was handsome, if a bit scruffy. It was hard for you to believe he’d earned the top scores his year in the Police Academy, but you supposed that looks could be deceiving.

“What’s that like?” you asked with a smirk. “From what I’ve heard about John Winchester, he sounds like he’s a bit of a hard-ass.”

Dean barked with a dry laugh. “An understatement.”

“He has a crab-like shell,” Cas agreed. “But he has a soft center where it counts, not unlike his sons.”

You turned to Dean with a more teasing smile. “Aww…”

He rolled his eyes, even though his arm, which had been draped across the back your chair, now dropped to curl around your waist.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Columbo,” he remarked at his blue-eyed friend.

Always had to get the last dig in, it seemed, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little along with Meg at Cas’s expense.

“You guys all seem really close,” you said. It was nice for you to see.

Dean shrugged like it was no big deal. Or rather, like it was commonplace.

“Well, maybe family ain’t just about blood,” he said.

Meg rolled her eyes. “Ugh. What a friggin’ sap.”

“You love it,” Dean grinned. She smiled, begrudgingly.

Family ain’t just about blood.

You liked that sentiment as well. It seemed to be true here.

Even Ellen Harvelle treated Dean like a son when she came over to greet your table. She kissed his cheek and gave Meg and Cas’s shoulders a squeeze. Even you got a warm hand on your shoulder when she introduced herself.

“Welcome, hun. I understand it’s not your first time here, but if you got any questions on the menu, you let me know,” she said.

Dean shot you a conspiratorial smile, and it got you wondering what he was about to do.

“I mean, I don’t know why you don’t put the order in for chili fries the second you see me come through the door,” he teased. “Come on, Ellen. How long’ve I been coming here? Since before I had a license?”

Ellen narrowed her eyes and flicked the side of Dean’s head, regardless of his flinching protest.

“Don’t you go sayin’ that so damn loud,” she reproached. “You never drank underage at my bar.”

His eyes averted with a smile, in a way that told you Ellen was a damn liar. You bit your lip to try and hide your smile.

“Anyway, I’ll get your damn fries—”

“And a beer,” Dean interjected. She rolled her eyes.

“And a beer. Four?” she pointed at the rest of you, and you, Cas, and Meg nodded in agreement.

“All right, four beers. Anything else, darlin’?” She looked at you with a mother’s charm.

You looked up from the menu and unconsciously smiled.

“Um, sure. Can I get the chicken sandwich?”

She patted your shoulder. “You sure can.”

Ellen then took the rest of their orders without writing a thing down. You were impressed by her memory. At the end though, Dean didn’t let her go without a hand on her arm.

“Thanks, Ellen,” he said with a more sincere smile.

“A-huh,” she replied, with all due sarcasm. But there was a fondness in her eyes that was hard to miss when she playfully grabbed the back of his neck. “Knucklehead.”

A giggle escaped you, and Ellen tossed you a wink before she went to put in the orders and get the drinks.

Conversation flowed easier when the alcohol came. One beer became two, and even three (four, for Meg). By then, you were sure it was one beer too many for yourself, but you didn’t want to be the odd one out. You were mostly listening to the three of them bounce back and forth between reminiscing with old stories and roasting one another mercilessly.

It was hilarious and entertaining, but you were trying not to get caught in the crosshairs of the volleying. Inevitably though, Meg’s attention turned to you with a certain sly smile.

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

You blinked in surprise.

“Meg,” Dean’s voice cut like a warning.

Your eyes widened as you took in the change, his deeper voice, his more serious gaze, versus Meg’s nonchalance. Even Cas gave her a chiding look.

“Not sure I want to know what that means,” you tried to joke.

But you could guess. It was fairly obvious.

You glanced over at Dean, whose lips pursed. Before either of you could say anything more, Meg chimed in.

“Oooh, is this gonna be your first fight?” she teased.

Dean’s brows furrowed with a glare. “That’s enough.”

“And that’s our cue,” Cas nodded. He’d already slipped out his wallet as soon as his girlfriend started talking. He left a generous few bills to cover their half of the night, plus tip, and got up out of his seat. He claimed his coat and then encouraged Meg off her chair.

“What? I’m not done with my beer,” she protested.

“I think you are,” Cas said.

Meg scoffed, but she allowed his manhandling as he wrapped a supportive arm around her waist.

“You’re not the boss of me, Clarence,” she snipped.

“Certainly not,” he agreed. “But you’re a lightweight. Time to go home, before you insult the entire bar.”

“You’re no fucking fair,” she groused, hitting his chest over his jacket. Cas leveled you and Dean with a long-suffering look of apology.

Dean waved him off with a “no sweat it” look and a shake of his head. Meg annoyed the shit out of him sometimes, especially when she was drunk. He turned to you with a sigh.

“Again, sorry about that. I didn’t think I’d have to apologize for my friends more than once tonight,” he said.

You shook your head. “It’s...okay. Overall, they were really fun.”

Dean scoffed. “I don’t think Cas has been called fun even once in his life.”

You smiled in amusement, but Meg’s words still swirled around in your head like heady wine.

“Dean,” you began, but your attempt to broach the issue was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He gave you an apologetic look and fished in his pocket for his phone. His brows rose when he saw the caller ID.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I gotta take this,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, okay—” You’d barely nodded when Dean was up and out of his chair, heading out of the bar. You could still see him through one of the faded glass doors as he held the phone up to his ear.

It was late, and quieter now. A blonde server came to take your plates, and you actually remembered her.

“Oh, hi! Jo, right?” you asked. She hesitated when you spoke, but she bobbed her head.

“That’s me,” she said. “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks,” you said with a smile. “I met your mom. She’s really nice.”

Jo uttered a wry laugh as she stacked the plates and silverware. You helped her collect the silverware and empty beer bottles.

“Yeah, when you get her good side,” she replied.

You smirked at that, remembering how Ellen snapped back and forth with Dean. You had no doubt that woman could be a pistol if you pissed her off.

“Well, it's nice here,” you admitted, once again taking stock of the décor. The music, the warm lighting, the good food… “It’s cozy.”

Jo’s smile quirked to one side as she paused.

“Well, it’s been in my family for three generations of Harvelles,” she said. “This was my father’s favorite place in the world.”

You caught the note of melancholy in her words, in her eyes.

“Was?” you echoed. She met your gaze and nodded.

“He was a firefighter,” she said. “He died on the job.”

You dimmed considerably. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Jo only nodded.

“How did he…” Your curiosity got the best of you, but you soon shook your head and backtracked. “Never mind, you don’t have to explain.”

“It was a fire that wasn’t properly vented,” Jo answered your half-spoken question. Her blue eyes were heavier. “He got caught in an updraft…but he actually worked at Firehouse 25. He was their brother. That’s why this’ll always be their place.”

You processed that with a slow nod of wonder.

“It’s good that you and your mom will always have that support,” you said eventually. “Even though…it might be hard too, to always be reminded.”

Jo’s lips quirked again. “It’s more the first one, but…sometimes the second one. A lot of these guys have known me since I had braces. It’s hard to shake that perpetual little sister thing.”

You smiled at that. “Yeah, I’d imagine that gets old real quick. A bunch of over-protective older brothers.”

“Overbearing, more like,” she scoffed. You laughed.

Unconsciously, you glanced over to the front of the bar, where you saw Dean still on the phone. You remembered the second date you were meant to have, when he was late due to a five-car pileup his team responded to.

You remembered that night he called you for the first time, after a long day he didn’t want to tell you about. He’d let you distract him instead. All the while, it had you wondering what he’d seen. What he’d responded to that day.

Had it been another car accident? A fire? What made someone as upbeat and funny and smooth as Dean seem to lose all the life in his voice?

Though while you were lost in your thoughts, Jo was watching you.

Jealousy roiled inside her, unbidden. She didn’t want to hate you, because unlike the girls Dean usually messed around with, you had some self-respect. Jo heard Meg’s snide clips at you earlier, and no one could fake the surprise in your eyes. Unless you were just that good a damn actor…

But no, she didn’t get that vibe from you.

It didn’t mean she had to like you though.

“You’re right to think twice,” Jo said, earning your attention back with a swivel of your head. “What Meg said…she wasn’t wrong. Dean’s broken a few hearts, if you catch my drift.”

Just a few well-placed words, Jo thought. She realized then that she had the power to twist the wrench here, widening the gap between you and Dean. Feed your doubts.

She didn’t have to feel bad about it if it was the truth.

And yet…she saw the way your gaze fell. The disappointment setting in, the anxious clench of your hands on the table. You glanced over at Dean again out of the corner of your eye.

Jo realized then just what she was doing, not just to Dean, but to herself.

You’re not some petty bitch, she dully reminded herself.

“But,” she found herself adding. You raised your gaze back to her. Jo let out a subtle breath.

“It’s not always his fault,” she admitted. And maybe she was speaking a bit too much from experience. “The job demands a lot from him.”

Slowly, you nodded. You looked pensive, but not like you’d made up your mind.

Fine, Jo thought, as she collected the dishes and left your table.

She didn’t know if she wanted to sway you one way or the other on taking a chance on Dean Winchester.

While you were talking to Jo, Dean was taking his father’s unexpected call.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” he said.

“Hey, son. How are ya?” John’s voice was gruff and tired. Dean frowned to hear it.

“I’m good. I’m out right now, but did you need something?”

“Have you responded to any fires lately?”

“You mean like the Richardson fire?” Dean asked pointedly. “No, haven’t had one since. And no cattle prod brandings either.”

“All right, good. Just checking in.”

Good? Dean thought. John would be chomping at the bit for a new arson. If he was “just checking in,” then he was worried about something. Is he worried about me?

“What’s going on? Is there something I need to know?” Dean asked in suspicion. This was why he had taken the call. “Seriously, you can tell me. I’m not even gonna bitch at you like Sam does.”

John chuckled. But then he hesitated. Dean knew he’d hit on something.

“Dad?” he pressed.

John’s sigh was a heavy one. “Okay. What I’m about to tell you, you don’t fucking repeat. Not to anyone, you understand me? Not even your brother.”

Dean’s brows furrowed in trepidation. “Okay, fine. What the hell is it?”

“Richardson, the father of two?” John reminded. “He was a lawyer, linked to a money laundering scheme through a company called Stull Storage. It’s an old company, dates back to the seventies.”

“Okay…”

As John continued to explain, the more confused Dean became…

About 30 years ago, John Winchester had been a young, but promising officer in the Narcotics division. He’d married young, and by then was just barely clearing the five-year mark. Already he had the house he’d inherited from his wife’s parents, a four-year-old son, and a newborn.

Stull Storage’s units were used by a drug ring that John had been trying to infiltrate, undercover. Those units had stored cocaine, illegal weapons, and other flavors of contraband, mostly from South America (and back).

“We got close to breaking that case, once, but after the fire…I transferred out of Narcotics, as you know,” John said.

Dean knew the real story there. After his mom died, his father went into a spiral, trying to find whoever set that fire—even after the Fire Department found no evidence of arson. John had eventually been forced out of Narcotics. He requested Homicide.

As he’d told Dean once when he was extremely drunk: I seem to do better at my job when the bodies are already dead.

“Now I know that I was right about your mother’s death,” John said.

Dean released a shaky sigh. “Aw, man. Not this again, Dad. For Christ’s sake.”

“There was something wrong about that fire, Dean,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over Dean’s objections. “I just didn’t find the connection…until now.”

Dean muttered a curse under his breath. His gaze fell to the ground. Sam was usually the one who drew a hard line at hearing any more about their mom’s supposed murder, but now Dean had reached the end of his tether. It was too much.

He glanced back through the glass doors to make sure you were okay. He saw you talking to Jo, and he frowned at himself.

Here you were, waiting on him back in the bar, and his dad was calling him in the middle of the night, chasing ghosts again.

“Look…it’s been my whole damn life with this.” Dean held the phone to his ear with one hand, and rubbed at his forehead with the other. “I just can’t do this with you anymore.”

“Dean, listen,” John urged. “You wanna know what I’m digging into, this is it. I got Mary’s file unsealed.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “What? Thought you couldn’t do that without new evidence and a court order.”

“Well, I’ve got the evidence…maybe I was a bit impatient with the court order.”

Dean rolled his eyes. His father liked to play a little fast and loose with the rules.

“At the time, the medical examiner dismissed it. She’d been burned…” John paused on a deeper breath. “But I saw it. Mary had a burn on her wrist. It was the same brand found on Richardson. On Jerry Stillwell, CPA. Amanda Waller, journalist. It’s all connected, Dean. How they’re connected to one another, I’m not sure yet. We’re still digging…but I do know this. Richardson was a message.”

Dean’s back hit the wall of the Roadhouse. His brows furrowed as he struggled to digest everything John was saying.

“A message?” he asked. “To who?”

“To me, I think. Those kids, and their mother…you got ‘em out alive, but they weren’t meant to,” John said, his voice sounding heavy. "The wife told me her husband was erratic when he got home, holding his wrist. He'd been burned before the fire. He wouldn't say what happened...then they smelled the goddamn smoke."

"Shit," Dean replied. He leaned heavily against the wall, pressing a hand to his forehead. There was an ache starting between his eyes.

“Yeah," John agreed. "The drug ring I was investigating, when I was in Narcotics. I was getting close. And I mean close. I was about to get the Big Kahuna. The kingpin of the whole operation…and then the house fire.”

Fuck. Dean wiped at his mouth anxiously as he realized what John was saying. Fuck.

“He burned me, Dean. He must have,” John said. Meaning, the drug lord he was trying to pin down somehow discovered his identity. “Your mom paid the price of that.”

“Who is this guy?” Dean asked. His hand holding the phone was starting to tremble.

“I still don’t know his real name. Workin’ on that one too,” John said. “But they called him Azazel.”

When Dean eventually hung up with his father and returned to you at the bar, he saw you brighten. But you soon dimmed with a tinge of worry. Something of his thoughts must’ve shown on his face.

Shit. He tried his best to school his features.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he said, grasping your shoulder. “I’ll take you home.”

“I met you here, remember?” you asked.

Dean paused, then shook his head. Get it together, asshole.

“Right," he said. "Well, I’ll walk you to your car. Let me just pay real quick.”

After he sorted out the bill (he didn’t know that you’d slipped in an extra $30 in Cas’s stack for your part), he led you out, saying goodbye to Ellen and Jo while you went.

You hesitated when the two of you got to the car. Something wasn’t right with him. And both Jo and Meg’s words still rolled back and forth through your head.

“Dean, are you okay? Who was it on the phone?” you asked.

“I’m fine. It was just my dad, called to have me take a look at his car. We were just arguing about our schedules…I’m sure you can relate,” he replied, trying at a smile.

You weren’t sure if you believed him. Though he was nearly convincing, he was also shifting on his feet, hands in his pockets. His gaze roamed away from yours, above your head and over your shoulder.

“Um, I might’ve had a beer too many,” you said with a half-chuckle. “Could you walk with me for a bit? Just until my head clears enough to drive.”

“I could take you home,” Dean offered.

“And leave my car here?” you asked. In a public parking lot behind a bar?

You shook your head and pointed down the road.

“Just there and back…but if you need to go, I guess I could just sit in my car for a while.”

Dean shook his head with a frown. He couldn’t tell you that a damn serial killer was on the loose.

“No, it’s okay,” he said. “It’s a relatively safe neighborhood, but not so much at night. Not by yourself.”

He laid a hand on your back to start walking with you, but his hand soon fell back to his side. You glanced at him, but he looked straight ahead, unusually quiet and reserved.

It felt like he was checking out of this night with you. Like he just wanted to usher you into the car and leave. Did he just not want to deal with what Meg said?

Letting out a breath, you tried to see if you could broach the subject.

“It was nice to meet some more of your friends,” you said, and with a nervous laugh, “even if it did get awkward there at the end.”

Dean finally looked over at you.

“We never exactly talked about what each of us was looking for,” you said. “What we were really doing here.”

You stood your ground, but you tried not to look censuring. Just open to whatever he might have to say. Even so, unease churned inside you.

Dean sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “Look, she wasn’t exactly wrong about me.”

You considered that with a nod, biting the inside of your lip.

“When was the last time you were in a relationship?” you asked. Dean gave a humorless huff of a laugh. This really was the last thing he wanted to get into tonight, but he had a feeling he had no choice.

“A few months ago, for about a minute,” he said. “But uh, before then…never.”

Together, you began to cross the street while the cars on either side waited at the red light. Pedestrians had the right of way for the next 30 seconds. You looked over at him and steeled yourself.

“Dean, is this is something casual for you?”

“Define casual,” he attempted to joke (or to deflect). Though the bravado fell the moment he saw that look on your face: tight and disappointed…and hurt.

He reached for your hand, but you weren’t having it. You slipped away from him and continued walking at a more brusque clip, even in those platform heels.

“Okay, hold on.” He quickly followed after you and tugged you back by the hand. It had you both stopping in the middle of the crosswalk.

Dean squeezed your hand and peered into your eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry. Don’t close up on me,” he implored. “…Please.”

Despite your better judgment, and your pursed lips, you waited. Something told you this man didn’t often say please.

“The truth is, I’m trying to do something different here with you. I don’t think we would’ve made it to date #4 if we were just casual,” he said. “I’m not playing games either.”

You wanted to trust that he was serious. Once again, your mind and your heart were at odds; the former told you to be wary, while the latter told you to trust the earnestness in his eyes.

Your heart won. “Okay, Dean.”

“Yeah?” he asked, with hopeful brows raised.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

You finally smiled. And you leaned up, resting a hand against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His stubble was coarse, but familiar against your lips.

Dean turned his head and leaned in for a proper kiss. His hands found the curve of your waist and brought you closer against his chest. You both sunk deeper into it, your lips gliding as your head tilted into the kiss…

Until a horn honked loudly, making you both jolt at the sound.

The streetlight was green, and several cars were waiting for you to cross. You snorted in amusement, leading Dean to grin down at you. He tugged you back into step with him across the street.

Again, you hesitated at your car. Dean was more himself as he’d held your hand all the way back.

He now held your car door open while you threw in your purse. But when you turned back to him, you still saw something brooding behind his eyes.

You drew near and grasped the open edges of his shirt. This man wore a lot of plaid when he was out of uniform, always with an undershirt. Tonight it was green plaid on gray, complete with some faded jeans and a pair of boots. This was the only “casual” way in which you wanted Dean.

“Hey,” you started.

“Hmm?” he replied, holding you by your arms.

“I get that we haven’t known each other all that long. So you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” you said. “But did something happen when you stepped out? When you talked to your dad?”

Dean paused. His eyes, a pale green under the streetlamp, flicked to yours.

“I just want to know that you’re okay,” you said. “And if you’re not, that’s okay too.”

After a moment to blink in surprise, your earnestness got to him. His grip moved down your arms, and he took one of your hands. His dad’s warning echoed through his mind.

What I’m about to tell you, you don’t fucking repeat. Not to anyone, you understand me? Not even your brother.

Dean knew his dad didn’t make demands without a reason, even if he wasn’t typically so forthcoming with them. But Dean drew enough courage to be as honest as he could be. You deserved that much, after everything you'd put up with tonight.

“My mom died...when I was about four,” he said. “It was a house fire.”

Your eyes widened. All this time, you’d assumed his mother had passed away. You hadn’t expected that, though. You squeezed his hands.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, and you meant it. Dean just shook his head.

“It was ruled an accident. Really they just didn’t have much evidence either way,” he continued. “But uh, my dad’s been obsessed with the idea that it wasn’t. That someone started the fire on purpose… Well, today, he might’ve found his proof.”

He held your gaze for as long as he could, but in the end, he just couldn’t. His chest was tight. Saying those words out loud made them real, and he wasn’t sure of how to handle it.

“Oh, Dean,” you said, starting and stopping, as you struggled to formulate a response that wasn’t just “I’m sorry,” or “Are you okay?”

He clearly wasn’t. You also didn’t want to give him platitudes like, “That’s crazy,” or the ever-inspired: “Wow.”

Or some other variation of what you’re supposed to say. You wanted to give him something honest. Something real.

So you curled your hands around his arms, earning his gaze.

“You must be reeling right now,” you said. “Do you think he’s onto something this time?”

“I don’t know what to think,” said Dean. “I’ve been pressing him for answers, but…honestly? I wish he hadn’t told me a damn thing.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You were surprised that he actually confided in you with this. But the only thing you could think to do was lean up on your toes and slip your arms around his neck. You hugged him, warm and tight.

You couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling, but you just wanted him to know that someone was there for him. You were there for him.

Dean eventually hugged you back. He held you, reassuring you as well as himself. He blew out a cathartic breath, and his hand came up to cup the back of your head. His lips tugged upwards.

“You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” he said.

A smile spread across your face. Your fingers soothed through his hair gently. You pressed your lips into his neck.

“I aim to please,” you said against his skin.

Dean smiled more fully at that. The new warmth in his chest warred against the roiling in his stomach. Despite his best efforts, his smile faded.

His mom’s killer was still out there.

The thought was haunting his mind, and he knew it probably would for many nights to come.

So for now, he’d just hold you a bit tighter.

AN: 🥲 I honestly didn't mean it to end so angsty, but Dean finally got some much-needed hurt/comfort there! What did you think of how Jo handled her jealous side? And Gordon "shooting his shot" lol.

Coming soon in Part 7, we finally get to a huge milestone between these two lovebirds, with a side helping of baking shenanigans. 😏❤️‍🔥

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“Ey, ey!” he raised a warning finger with his free hand. “You’re about to take this to a new level.”

You met his gaze through your lashes with a playful smile. “So?”

Dean raised a brow at you. He could admit, you had audacity. All he could do was call your bluff.

He took one of your battered fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widened at the feel of his soft tongue swirling around your finger, sucking it clean. All the while, his eyes never broke from yours.

Lord have mercy, you thought. Really, it was the only coherent one in your head.

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Birthday Boy

❒ pairing : evelyn x mingyu

❒ word count : 6.4K

❒ synopsis : “One rule,” She toyed with his tie, leaning in close to his ear as she hooked her index finger to loosen it, her voice slightly above a whisper, “No touching.”

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Evelyn pressed the button on her home system to allow Nari up into the apartment, running around and making sure the animals had everything they needed for an overnight stay with her bestie. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked over to check on Bleu first, smiling when she saw the kitty snuggled down into the blanket inside of the carrier fast asleep. Winnie was laid off on the side, chewing on her rubber ball making it squeak obnoxiously with each bite down.

“Hey there hot stuff,” Nari whistled as she walked in, closing the front door behind her, toeing her shoes off before walking further into the apartment, “Looking like a hot mama.”

“Do I look okay?” Evelyn hadn’t turned around yet, rummaging around to make sure both of the animals had plenty of stuff while they were away for the night. Maybe she was overpacking for them, but having more than you need is better than not having enough. “I couldn’t decide for the longest time and just went with this.” She turned on her heels and looked at Nari, her eyes practically falling out of her head when she noticed another person in her apartment.

“Surprise!” Nari wiggled her fingers, stepping aside and showing off the other person fully. After a few years living abroad in London, Minji was finally back in Korea after so long.

“Look at you,” Minji gushed as Evelyn practically sprinted into her open arms, giggling as she wrapped her arms around the younger girl. It was a few minutes later before Evelyn had pulled away and looked between her two former group mates.

“Wha-..How-...” Evelyn couldn’t even form words as she covered her mouth with her hand. By this time, Winnie had actually registered another person in the apartment and abandoned her ball, barking and jumping at Minji’s feet. Nari to the rescue picked the wiggly puppy up and gave her kisses to her head, scratching behind her ears.

“I came back to visit my parents and of course to see you girls again. Nari picked me up at the airport yesterday!” Minji nodded her head, taking a seat down at the kitchen island.

Evelyn pouted her lips slightly as she looked between her two former group mates, fanning her eyes with her hands quickly, “I wish I knew we could’ve-.” But she was cut off by both women waving their hands and murmurs of refusal between them.

“Oh none of that,” Minji smiled at Evelyn as she leaned back against the island, “And besides, I’m here for a few weeks so we have plenty of time to hang out. And from what I’ve heard from Nari over here, today is your man’s birthday, so who am I to keep you from him.”

“All I’m saying is-,” Nari cuts in as she crossed her legs sitting next to Minji at the kitchen island, “I know it’s his birthday but he better fuck you so good tonight with how hot you look.”

Evelyn blushed furiously at Nari’s sudden comment, Minji giggling in her seat as she covered her face with her hand.

“Don’t encourage her,” Evelyn pointed a finger at the giggling woman before tossing Winnie’s leash in Nari’s direction. At that, her phone pinged and when she noticed who the text was from, she turned quickly on her heels and waved her phone around jokingly, “Oh my god look at the time, you two must be going now please.”

Nari wiggled her eyebrows before hopping off of the stool and clicked on Winnie’s leash, Evelyn in the process had bent down and gave the puppy a kiss on her head, booping her nose gently. She then moved over to Bleu’s carrier, unzipping the front flap and scratching the kitty behind her ears, heart melting slightly at the purring as she zipped the flap back up.

“Winnie, your mother is going to pound town later, send her your condolences now,” Nari hooked the handle of the leash around her wrist before grabbing the bag of food and toys, while Minji helped out and took care of the cat carrier.

“Yah, don’t corrupt my children like that,” Evelyn shot Nari a playful glare, “You don’t know, maybe we won’t and we’ll watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah okay,” Nari winked and gave her an okay symbol with her hand and a wink, leading the way out of the apartment. Minji gave Evelyn another hug and promised her that they would hang out while she was still in town before following Nari out, and right before the door closed shut behind them, Nari poked her head back in, “And wear protection children. I’m too young to be an auntie already.”

“Out!”

Evelyn was running around like a mad man, changing her earrings for the third time and applying a different shade of lipstick before she heard the familiar jingle of her home system for the second time that evening. Looking at the monitor, she smiled to herself seeing Mingyu dressed nicely in the camera, pressing the button and waiting patiently by the door for his familiar tune of knocks.

A few moments had passed by before three knocks sounded at the door and Evelyn felt that jittery feeling in her bones when she opened the door.

“Excuse me Miss, do you know if an extremely gorgeous girl lives here? She’s about this tall,” Mingyu gestured with his hand before looking down at his non-existent watch, glancing up at her with a smirk, “I’ve come to retrieve her for our dinner date.”

“Hmm, she doesn’t sound familiar but I’ll let you know if I see her,” She giggles as she steps backwards and allows him into her apartment, wrapping her arms around his midsection in a hug when he closes the door behind him. He reciprocated the action, his arms hugging her tight to his body with a hum.

“Happy birthday my love,” She lifted her head up, her eyes finding his as she pressed a kiss to his lips, her heels giving her a few extra inches. Mingyu hummed into the kiss as he pecked her lips a few more times.

“Mm thank you baby,” He leaned back and let his arms trail down her sides, his eyes traveling down her figure slowly. The velvety red dress she was wearing complimented her body tremendously and the pair of black heels paired well with the red color.

His hand found hers as he laced their fingers together, “God I feel so underdressed with how beautiful you look.”

“Not at all,” She held his navy tie in between her fingers, fixing the material around his neck, “If anything, you’ve out dressed me.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, her hand falling down his chest.

Mingyu caressed the back of her head as he watched her with so much love and adoration behind his eyes. He fixed the watch on his left hand, eyes widening playfully as he wiggled his eyebrows, “Let’s get out of here before we miss our reservations.”

Mingyu groaned as he threw his head back against the chair he was sitting in, his vision obstructed by the blindfold secured snuggly around his head. After arriving home from their dinner date, Evelyn had sat him down in one of her chairs in her living room, tying one of her scarves around his head while she got his present ready. The anticipation was killing him on what she was even doing, she was being way too quiet.

“Hey baby? You didn’t leave me right?” He picked his head up as he looked blindly around the apartment. The material was thin enough that he could make out objects around the room but just thick enough so he could barely see anything else.

Evelyn walked quietly into the living room, a giggle leaving her mouth as she took a look at Mingyu’s clueless state. She looked down at what she was wearing, biting the inside of her cheek gently before stalking over towards him, setting down the objects she was holding down onto the table next to him.

“Now why would I leave the birthday boy by himself on his birthday? What kind of girlfriend would I be?,” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, climbing onto his lap so she could straddle him. Mingyu gasped softly as he instinctively grabbed at her hips to keep her from falling off. Evelyn rubbed at the sides of his head with her thumbs, gently toying with his ears before reaching behind his head and untying the blindfold. It took a few minutes of rapid blinking before Mingyu had regained his vision, looking up to Evelyn now that she was taller than him with curious eyes. That was until his vision went down the length of her body and realized what she was actually wearing.

“God baby…” Mingyu groaned as he took her all in. There she was, perched in his lap and dressed in nothing else but his sheer white detailed shirt that he always wore fastened by just a few buttons and a pair of white lace panties.

“You like?”

“I fucking love it,” He leaned forward and smashed his lips onto hers, grabbing her around her waist. She smirked into the kiss, reaching down and grabbing his arms and moving them off of her. She pulls away with a wicked grin on her lips, moving his arms down so he was holding onto the arms of the chair instead.

“I’m glad you think so,” She sat back in his lap to gaze down at him. There was a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach as only she knew what was to come, “Because that was only one part of your present. All you have to do now is sit there and enjoy yourself for the next part. However-,” She traced a hand down his chest, feeling rather bold and cheeky.

“One rule,” She toyed with his tie, leaning in close to his ear as she hooked her index finger in to loosen the fabric, her voice only slightly above a whisper, “No touching.”

She then leans down to nuzzle at his neck, her lips brushing the skin just below his jaw ever so slightly. Mingyu’s hands tightened against the arms of the chair and his eyebrows pulled tightly together, wanting nothing more than to take her to bed and completely ravish her right then and there.

Mingyu inhaled a sharp breath the second Evelyn started to press kisses up the length of his neck. He swallowed thickly when she had pulled back to grin at him before she mouthed underneath his ear, leaving a soft and teasing kitten lick just behind his lobe.

“What, do you like when I kiss you here?” She smiled into his skin, pressing a kiss on the spot she had just licked, “Or here?,” She proceeded to move down to press a kiss on his jaw. Mingyu lets out a pleasure filled groan as she continues her attack on his neck.

“How cute…my baby seems to be so sensitive everywhere,” She nipped at the skin on his neck, sucking a bruise into the skin. The stylist would get on her case again but this particular moment she could care less.

“You’re killing me baby,” Mingyu groaned as he bit his lower lip, his palms starting to sweat as he held onto the arms of the chair, “Please can I just hold onto you?”

“Ah-ah,” Her thumbs rubbed his cheeks playfully as she pressed a kiss to his nose, “That would ruin the present.”

Pressing a final kiss to his lips, Evelyn crawled off of his lap and sunk down onto the floor to her knees. Her hands made quick work of unbuckling his dress pants and with his help of tilting his hips upwards, she pulled them down so that they sat just past his knees. The bulge in his boxers was more prominent with how much he was turned on. With a teasing hand, she reached forward and cupped his bulge, her thumb teasing the tip through the fabric. Her eyes never left his as he sucked in a sharp breath watching her below him.

“H-Ha..please baby.”

Evelyn responded back with a hum as she felt the wetness from pre-cum soaking through the material of his boxers with her thumb. With a grin painted to her lips, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled the boxers down to join his dress pants, dropping a dollop of spit into her palm before grabbing hold of his cock and started to work him up and down while making sure to tease the tip coated in pre-cum. Mingyu choked out a gasp as he tilted his head back against the chair with a thud, blunt nails digging into the arms of the chair.

“Fuck babygirl…” It comes out more like a whine as she continues to jerk her hand up and down his length giving herself ample time to work up enough saliva in her mouth. She loved having him like this. Being an absolute weak puddle in her hands. It was such a nice role reversal that she had been craving for so long.

A mantra of curses poured out of his mouth when she sat up on her knees, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. Eyelashes fluttered against her under eyes as she gazed up at him from her spot on the floor, Mingyu subconsciously tilting his hips forward slightly. Evelyn took him further into her mouth, humming around the hardened length sending bolts of pleasure straight to Mingyu’s brain.

She took her time, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head up and down his cock in a good rhythm. Occasionally, she would slowly pull all the way off and suckle at the tip, using her tongue to flick and kitten lick around the head before moving down and dragging her tongue over the thick veins on the underside of his cock.

“Ah- F-Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned as he picked his head up from where he had thrown it back against the chair, his gaze dropping down to watch the show in front of him. His eyes slammed shut as he involuntarily picked his hand up and threaded it through her hair, pushing her back down onto his cock. But just as quickly as he had done that, Evelyn was pulling away from his cock and yanking his hand out of her hair with a stern look, “Breaking the rules already?” She playfully glared at him as her hand slowly jerked him, waiting for him to respond.

Mingyu shook his head back and forth against the chair, clenching his eyes shut and his mouth open to pant, “N-No baby I– just feels so good,” he slurred his words together, bringing one of his hands up to run it through his own hair, grabbing onto the short strands, “Gonna cum if you keep it up like that.”

Evelyn giggled as she rotated her wrist a few times, “Oh yeah? Feels that good, huh?” Bringing her other hand up to fondle with his balls.

Mingyu’s eyes shot open and he swallowed thickly, his abs clenching with desire, “Y-Yes– Soso fucking good babygirl.”

Evelyn licked her lips before she brought her mouth back down to his cock and pressed a feather-like kiss to the tip before she continued down the length, peppering random kisses wherever she deemed was worthy enough. Every so often she would dart her tongue out and lick alongside the veins as if she was licking a lollipop.

“Fuckkk– m’so close baby,” His breathing quickened and dull nails scraped against the leather of the seat, “Wanna cum down your throat– please please baby.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she pressed another kiss to the tip, “Giving order now?”

“Please baby,” He begged her. He was using every bone in his body to keep his composure and hold off his orgasm but she looked so good on her knees in front of him and he would do anything to have her lips wrapped around his cock again.

Evelyn grinned up at him as his cock started to pulse in her hand and she knew he was about to snap any second. She twisted her wrist around a few times before she obliged, leaning forward and dipping her tongue in his slit, gathering up the beads of pre-cum forming. Without any further warning, she shoved a good portion of his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head repeatedly. It was more than she had ever taken before. She breathed heavily through her nose as if silently willing herself to not choke. Her eyes flickered up to Mingyu watching as his head fell back against the chair with a thud and his face was tilted up towards the ceiling, mouth open and pant after pant escaped.

He was losing his mind. Each stroke of Evelyn’s tongue and each suction from her hollowed cheeks sent him overboard. His leg started bouncing from how close he was getting. He opted for digging his nails into his palms to save her leather chair from any further nail marks. His brain was fuzzy and his eyes were on the brink of rolling to the back of his head every time Evelyn sank down and engulfed more of him into her mouth.

“I– I’m gonna cum– shit,” Mingyu dropped his head back down to watch the rest of her taking him. His eyes were half-lidded as he bucked his hips slightly.

The whole sight was such a mess. Strings of saliva were dripping from Evelyn’s mouth down onto his balls and covering her hands as she pumped what little of his cock was left unattended. The vibrations of her moans and the sounds of her gagging were sending him into complete overdrive. With one last suck in from her cheeks, Evelyn forced herself to swallow him entirely, her nose brushing his neatly trimmed hair as she gagged a little more, hot ropes of cum shooting down her throat. She pulled back slowly as she swallowed down the cum, moaning around his cock as she sucked him dry.

“F-Fuck yeah baby,” He practically whined as his jaw went slack, his eyes never leaving Evelyn’s as she welcomed his orgasm, “Such a good fucking girl. Swallowing everything so so pretty.” His entire body buzzed like it was on cloud nine, his head spinning and the dress pants around his knees restricted him from any drastic movements of his legs.

Evelyn pulled off of his cock with a pop, using her thumb she cleaned up the remnants of cum that leaked out of her mouth and pushed it back in to swallow, sucking on the digit as her eyes fluttered up to Mingyu’s. With a dull ache to her legs from how long she had been sitting on them, she used his knees as leverage and pushed herself up off of the floor, climbing back into his lap and straddling his thighs.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought their bodies closer together, pressing their lips together in a messy, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in beautiful harmony and Mingyu couldn’t help but groan as the faint taste of himself lingered in her mouth. Evelyn was the first to pull away, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“How was that?” She asked with her voice sounding a little hoarse, her hands finding their way to the back of his head to play with the little baby hairs at the base of his neck, scratching her nails up into his scalp.

“So fucking good baby, you have no idea,” Mingyu’s blissed our face matched his slurred speech, “You’re such a good girl.” He grinned up at her pouting his lips and asking for another kiss. She obliged and leaned forward, this time the kiss was slow and meaningful. They took their time and explored each other’s mouth a bit more before the pulled apart, Evelyn scooting herself back on his thighs a bit.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

Before he had time to process what she had said, Evelyn had tapped two fingers on his mouth, Mingyu immediately following orders as he parts his lips. She gently pressed her two fingers inside instructing him to suck on them. He took his time and swirled his tongue around the digits, coating them nicely in copious amounts of his saliva. Her eyes were locked onto his as he took his time moving her fingers around his mouth, pressing down on his tongue gently at times. She couldn’t help the grin plastered on her lips. She loved everything about this. Loved the control that she has over him in this current moment.

Once she deemed them as well coated, she removed them from his mouth and pressed a kiss on the side of his mouth. Her hand trailed down until she reached her core, sliding her fingers right through her folds, dipping the tips of her fingers into her entrance before sliding the digits over top of her sensitive nub.

She moaned directly into his ear when she managed to get a good rhythm going with rubbing tight circles over top of her clit and giving herself some stimulation, “A-Ah…” She squealed as her free hand gripped the back of the chair behind his head. Mingyu’s mouth dropped open in awe as he watched her bring herself to release above him, eyes flicking between her fingers rubbing her clit and back up to her face twisted in pleasure. He loved watching her come undone whether it be at the wrath of himself or her own fingers. His hands wandered away from the arms of the chair and smoothed up her thighs, but again just as quickly as he did, she sat back in his lap and pulled his arms off, her lust filled gaze staring him down for the second time, “That’s strike two. One more and I’ll finish myself elsewhere.”

“Can’t help it baby- you look so fucking hot right now,” Mingyu swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as Evelyn got back on track, her fingers rubbing herself faster and faster to make up for the lost bit of time. Beads of sweat trickled down her face and she scrunched her eyebrows together as the peak was approaching again.

She let go of the chair and brought her hand up to her chest, grabbing a hold of her left breast through the shirt and tweaking her own nipple, pulling and twisting the bud between her fingers at the same time as she was rubbing her clit. A quiet gasp left her as her toes curled tightly behind her, sparks of pleasure coursed through her body.

Despite the awkward angle, she slipped her two soaked fingers inside of her entrance, letting go of her breast and bringing that hand down to take the place of rubbing her clit, “Ngh– Gyuuu,” she whined as she threw her head back. Working up the strength, she managed to pull her right leg forward and place her foot onto the arm of the chair beside Mingyu’s arm, giving her room to spread her legs and let him have a nice view of her.

He was completely mesmerized by her, the loud squelching filling not only his ears but his cock as well. Her fingers were coated in her wetness and with each thrust in and out, the slim digits were only getting wetter and wetter. He dug his fingernails into his palms again to ground himself.

Evelyn gasped as she squeezed around her own fingers, her body practically doubling over as she circled her clit faster. Her mouth fell open and squeals of pleasure fell out as she clamped her eyes shut, leaning so much forward that her forehead landed on Mingyu’s shoulder. He could tell she was getting close to the edge and decided to give her a hand at getting herself there.

“Feel good baby?” He couldn’t see her face but he could hear her heavy panting against his shoulder and the loud squelching coming from her entrance so he could only imagine.

Evelyn nodded against his shoulder, “F-Feels so g-good Gyu,” Her rhythm was getting sloppier by the minute and she was ready to burst at any moment. She was starting to see stars and her mind was going blank.

“C’mon make yourself feel good,” She was close enough to him that he could turn his head and press a kiss to the side of her head, “Make yourself cum,” and that’s all it took for her to bite her bottom lip as she moaned against his shoulder, her walls squeezing around her fingers as she orgasmed around them. Her fingers slipped out of her entrance with ease and she brought both of her hands up to grope her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers for some added stimulation.

“That was so hot baby,” Mingyu murmured into her hair, talking her through her high. He didn’t know if this counted as touching her but she was either too far gone or just didn’t seem to mind so he kept pressing kisses to her head and nuzzling his face into her neck, “Wanna touch you,” he mumbled and his lips formed a pout when she leaned back, moving her leg down to straddle him again.

She shook her head with a lazy smile, eyes heavy, “M’not finished with you yet.” She reached over and grabbed the small bottle of lube and condom packet.

Holding the corner of the packet by her teeth, she ripped the packet cleanly and took out the condom, rolling the rubber down his already hardening length. Mingyu groaned when she made quick work pouring a glob of lube into her palm, stroking his cock to coat it evenly.

Taking hold of his length, she rubs the tip back and forth against her clit causing them both to moan one after another. She proceeded to line it up with her entrance and sink down onto his throbbing cock slowly, her eyebrows pulled together at the stretch. Her hand’s fly to his biceps as she sinks down until she’s flush with his hips, a small gasp falling from her lips as she adjusted to get used to his size.

Mingyu groaned as her walls squeezed tightly around him. His eyes were drawn down to where they were connected, smiling up at her, “Always take me so well hm? Such a good girl.”

Evelyn’s face flushed a slight shade of pink at the praise, leaning forward to capture his lips with hers as she started to rock her hips back and forth. She couldn’t take it anymore with him moving inside of her and she moaned against his lips as they broke away. Her nails dug into his biceps when she lifted her hips and started to bounce herself up and down, “A-Ah– Gyu.”

“Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned right along with her, his head falling back against the chair to watch her with hooded eyes.

She was a hot mess of whines and slurred cries as she continued to bounce in his lap. It was getting harder and harder for her to maintain this dominant act over him and she was readying herself to cave at any moment. She brought their faces together and smashed their lips together in a messy kiss, pulling back so she could pant against his mouth. Her thighs burned deliciously with how long she had been riding him for and each drop down made her body shudder violently with how close she was to her peak.

“I-I’m getting close-,” But just as she speaks, her sentence is quickly interrupted as she cries out a loud moan. The tight coil in her stomach was ready to snap any second and she wanted to cum so bad. The room was quiet and there was nothing but exasperated moans lingering between the two of them, Mingyu was busy fighting every bone in his body to keep his promise and follow the rules, hands pressed securely to the leather arms of the chair.

“Mhm,” Evelyn hummed softly, her head tipping backwards as she rocked her hips back and forth, bracing herself against his shoulders as she rode him, this being the perfect angle for him to reach deep inside of her.

“Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned in the back of his throat, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes flicked back and forth completely mesmerized from where the two of them were joined and up to Evelyn’s face contorted in pleasure, “Feels so good like this baby- look so fucking good.”

Evelyn’s nails dug into his shoulders as she continued to bounce on his cock despite her burning thighs, “Gyu-,” She practically whined, lolling her head forward to look down at him. The muscles in her thighs felt like they were on fire causing her bounces to become sloppy and uncoordinated, the steady rhythm she had fading away. As much as she didn’t want to throw in the towel on being the dominant one tonight, she couldn’t go on for much longer, “I-I…”

“Talk to me baby,” His eyes scanned every inch of her face looking for any signs of discomfort.

“I-I can’t go anymore,” She confesses as she squeals out another moan, her sharp nails falling from his shoulders and onto his biceps, “Please ...please help me.” At her words, Mingyu’s hands flew to her hips and helped her reach her orgasm. He had been waiting for this moment all night long. He rocked his hips upwards as he aided her in bouncing on his cock. Her vision clouded over with stars as she rode out her orgasm, gripping Mingyu’s messed up dress shirt which was a miracle that he even still managed to keep it on. She collapsed against his body, her own tingling with pleasure and oversensitivity, “Your turn. Touch me all you want.”

Once in the bedroom, Mingyu had Evelyn laid out in the middle of her bed, his thumb swiping over the opening of the lace panties, dragging his middle finger through her folds and rubbing gently at the still sensitive nub, “Crotchless panties hmm? Must’ve riled me up so good to not notice these earlier.”

Evelyn bit the inside of her cheek as she nodded against the bed lazily, huffing out a soft sound of pleasure as he moved his thumb down to tease her clit, “Mhm, wanted to be pretty ‘n wanted to wear them for you.”

“You’re always pretty to me,” Mingyu unbuttoned his dress shirt with what little buttons were still hooked together and dropped the garment onto the floor; his dress pants and boxers long forgotten in the living room. He climbed on top of Evelyn, caging her between his arms, pressing kisses to her lips as he spoke each word, “You’re gorgeous — kiss — beautiful — kiss —sexy,” he began pressing kisses down the column of her neck, down her collarbone, all the way until he reached the valley of her breasts. She only had the top button of his white cover shirt buttoned so it was easy access for him to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suck while his hand came up and pinched the other, rolling the bud between his fingers.

Evelyn threw her head back against the bed as she threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged at the short locks, “Ah– Mmm,” she was beginning to realize that not only was the no touch rule torture for him, but for her as well. She always craved his touch, especially in moments like these.

Mingyu leaned back on his heels, reaching into the drawer and pulling out another condom. He tore the packet with his teeth and slipped the rubber out and onto his cock, giving himself a few jerks of his wrist. He looked around the room before it had dawned on him that the lube was still sitting in the living room, “Baby, I’ll be right back–,” he started but Evelyn cut him off when she used her foot to hook behind his back.

“I’m good enough still,” She nodded her head as she lifted her arms above her head, “Just– Inside please.”

A grin formed on Mingyu’s lips as he leaned forward, guiding himself down to her entrance. His tip barely poked in before he glanced up at her, “You sure?” With a nod of her head, he slipped the head of his cock in, bracing himself on either side of her head with his forearms and rocked his hips forward in one quick thrust.

Evelyn moaned out loud as she dropped her arms down around his shoulders, her nails digging into his back. Mingyu pulled out before thrusting back in, his jaw clenched tight as her gummy walls squeezed his cock like a vice grip.

“Fuck yeah baby,” He leaned back and hooked the back of her knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning forward again so she was practically folded in half. This new angle caused him to slip inside deeper and the two of them moaning in sync. The speed of his hips picked up as he slammed into her, hitting one spot in particular over and over again.

“Oh fuck,” Evelyn turned her head to the side as she whined, bringing one of her hands up to her face to bite on her index finger while her other hand securely dug her nails into his shoulder. Mingyu continued to pound into her from the angle, biting his bottom lip and groaning in the process.

Evelyn unlocked her ankles from behind his back and tapped Mingyu’s side with her foot to gain his attention, causing him to pause his thrusts, drop her legs and lean back to look down at her in concern that something was wrong, “Are you okay? Is it hurting?” She shook her head as her eyes scanned around his face, her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering both of their bodies.

“I just wanna turn over,” She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“Yeah– Yeah baby,” He pants out as he helps her flip over onto her stomach, waiting patiently like an eager puppy until she adjusts herself comfortably, crawling up the mattress a little on her hands and knees. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it underneath of her hips to make this position a little more comfortable for her to be in.

With a quick swipe of his tongue across his lower lip, he rested one palm of his hand around her waist and the other made a swipe through her folds before pressing into her again in one quick motion, plunging inside of her tight entrance once more. Evelyn gripped the duvet cover between her fingers as she dropped her head to moan into the sheets.

“So g-good,” Evelyn slurred as she dropped down onto her forearms. She arched her back so she could meet Mingyu’s thrusts, mantras of whines and moans echoing into the room, “I love you Gyu.”

“I love you too baby,” Mingyu rubbed at her sides with his hands, leaning forward and capturing their lips together as his thrusts slowed up just a bit. Evelyn pulled away so she could drop her head, he peak reaching closer and closer.

“F-Fuck-,” Mingyu sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, leaning back and tilting his chin to look down at where the two of them were connected and he groaned out loud at the visual of the creamy white ring of cum that was collecting at the base of his cock.

With his fingers rubbing hard and fast on her clit and his cock pummeling forwards into her, “I’m- I’m cumming,” Evelyn squealed out a loud moan as a gush of liquid soaked the bed sheets below in a decent size puddle, the slight force nudging Mingyu’s cock out slightly. Her toes curled inwards as her thighs quivered from the third orgasm of the night.

“Ha Fuck–,” He drawled out his moan as his open hand found her hip and held on tightly, speeding up his thrusts as his climax was reaching closer and closer, “M’almost there baby,” It was only a few more jolts of his hips later that Mingyu was yanking himself out of her, ripping the condom off and tossing it to the side before jerking himself to his release, spurts of cum landing in various spots on Evelyn’s back and his shirt, some going as far to drip down the curve of her ass.

Evelyn’s arms finally gave way as her chest fell forward onto the bed, her ass end still being stuck in the air. Her eyes fluttered closed as the overwhelmingness and oversensitivity from her intense orgasm started to fully sink in. She could honestly fall asleep in this position with how spent her body was. Her eyes lazily popped open when a gentle hand pushed up his shirt a little and rubbed at the skin on her back, moving down the length of her back down to her ass and back up again. A groan left her mouth when she processed what exactly he was actually doing.

“God you’re so gross,” She whined as Mingyu practically massaged his release into her skin, “And I can’t even move away I’m too tired. You can take the hassle of cleaning me in the shower then.”

A big dopey grin plastered across Mingyu’s face as he chuckled from behind her, leaning forward so he was hugging her. His semi-hard length rubbed alongside her folds as he nuzzled his face right by her head. She stuttered out a soft whine at the sensitivity, tilting her head slightly so Mingyu could press kisses into her skin.

“Best birthday ever.”

“It better be, my legs can’t stop shaking,” Evelyn joked as she wiggled over to make room for Mingyu as he let go and flopped down onto the bed beside her. He brought a hand up and cupped her face, bringing their lips together in a slow and passionate kiss.

✨ some visual aid for the chap ✨

-> mingyu wearing this dress shirt w/ black dress pants

-> evie wearing the red dress for the dinner date; then just wearing that white shirt in 4th pic w/ pair of white lace panties

#ficnetfairy #cafemilk-tea: evelyn #svt.meve #kpop addition #kpop oc #seventeen oc #idol!oc #14th member of seventeen #oc!idol #seventeen added member #fake kpop idol #fake kpop oc #fake kpop addition #café.minorsDNI

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rewatching-sam-and-dean · 4 months

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I’ll preface this by saying people can certainly enjoy whatever moments they want on a show. But, that being said …

The moments hellers cheer/brag about getting on SPN, claiming they are “romantic” or “subtext” mostly happen in bad seasons, are rip-offs of something that already happened between Sam and Dean, or are lame and/or out of character.

Just from the samples I’ve seen floating around on here today:

Dean keeping Cas’ trench coat and apparently transferring it between cars - First, I liked this type of gesture better when it was Sam wearing the Samulet until Dean was brought back from hell in Season 4. Second, the trench coat makes Cas feel like a cartoon character so I can’t take it seriously. Third, Jensen and Misha themselves have literally laughed about this moment, and Jensen tried to talk Singer out of including it, because it’s OOC and lame. (Also, Season 7).

The mixed tape - I’ve already written a whole post about this. It’s not inherently romantic, and there is no way Dean made it fresh for Cas. It was obviously an old tape he’d made for himself and gave to his friend; a nice gesture but nothing romantic. (Season 12.)

Dean giving Castiel a “Cowboy Outfit” - Again, I liked it better when Sam and Dean did it first. Also, the clothes Dean gave Sam actually looked good on him. He gave Cas a lame straw hat that looks deeply stupid with a trench coat. Again, Castiel is like a cartoon character (or the jester), not to be taken seriously. (Season 13, the AU nightmare, Colonsl Sanders season.)

The Dean Cave having two chairs - The chairs (and open beers) were obviously intended for Dean and Sam NOT Dean and Cass. Why the hell would Dean run and get Sam to show him the room he set up for himself and Cass? Even when Dean talks about relaxing and taking “we time,” it’s not with Cas. (Season 13, though I like the Dean Cave, it’s just not about Cas).

Again, like what you like, but these “wins” are lame at best.

#anti hellers #sam and dean #Sam and Dean do the meaningful moments better #every time #Castiel critical #anti destial

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eptodaytommorowforever · 4 months

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Elvis Presley And Is Love And Is Greatest Respect For The Black Community

Elvis Presley Pictured With Is Gospel 🙏Backing Singers As He Called Them Is Girls The Sweet Inspiration’s At Oakland Hotel In CA in 1972 in His Hotel Suite Were Sean Shaver Took This Very Beautiful And Rare Candid Photo.

True Fact; My Elvis Family And My Dear Elvis Presley Friends Did You Know That Back In March 1970 He Was Approached By The Texan Owners Organisers Promoters Of The Houston Astrodsme And Was Asked To Perform 6 Shows Performances Concerts At Houston Astrodome And He Was Very Happy To Do So As He Loved Texas But The At The Time Racist White Supremacy Texans Said To Leave The Black Singers Don’t Bring Them Leave Them Back In Vegas Nashville Memphis etc.. Well Elvis Presley Took A Stand Against Them He Said To Them Straight Well If They Don’t Come Than I Won’t Come Either That’s It You Either Deal With It And Accept My Girls Come Or That’s It That’s My Statement So You Deal With It Or Forget It. Not Only Did Is Girls The Sweet Inspiration’s Come These Texans Gave Them First Class Treatment Best Food Best Hotel Chauffered Limousines From The Airport First Class Expense Accounts As Well Myrna Smith Said In 1999 Elvis Presley Took A Stand For Us And We Loved Him For It We All Loved Him Even More For Him Standing Up To Them Racist Texans For Us Is Girls As He Called Us Also Nobody At The Time Other Than Our Dear Friend Elvis Presley Ever Stood Up For Us Like That And We All Loved And Respected Him For It. And We Still Miss Him.

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 7 months

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Satanic panic: 8 Oct. Suptober

"Okay. Okay, here's the thing," Sam said, clearly struggling to keep his volume low and still be heard over the milling police, sounds of a crowd cheering on the other side of the venue's stage, and the weeping wailings of several nearby…

Castiel wasn't sure what they were. Leather-bound, pentagram-tattooed lizard people? The rest of the band, he was given to understand.

Sam continued, "Satanic panic, 1980s style? Fake news. Never proven. All the pearl clutching and accusations about ritualistic satanic sacrifices and abuses, totally unsubstantiated. At best, you could say, yes, people did panic, but wholly without cause."

"Yeah," Dean said.

"Now, this so-called death metal – Satan metal – band is on its fifth lead singer in five years."

"Right."

"Except they've all been the same guy."

"I thought the first one was different," Castiel interjected.

Both brothers shook their heads. "Same guy," Dean said. "Different, y'know, whatta you call 'em." He snapped his fingers a couple of times. "Vestments."

"Vestments, names, personas, et cetera," Sam huffed. "Different positions in the larger cult."

"Only it's not really a cult?" Castiel was having a hard time keeping up.

"Right, it's all phony." Dean rolled his eyes; he'd been loudly vocal, earlier, about his distaste for this particular band.

Castiel asked, "Is it important that all of the lead singers were only one man?"

Sam gave a grin like a grimace emoji. (Castiel liked sending texts with that one.) "It's relevant, possibly, because part of the lore – the storyline – of the band was that every lead singer was 'replaced'." He made finger quotes. "Which is to say, 'murdered'."

"But it was just the one man changing costumes," Castiel deduced. "That's somewhat clever."

"Some people think so." Dean looked askance at Sam.

"Several of their songs are great, pointedly political commentaries about the corruption of modern life and the downfall of empires," Sam said, in a tone that indicated the debate with Dean was ongoing.

"It's a shame then," Castiel said, squatting to pull the bloody sheet down from the face of the corpse sprawled halfway out of the dressing room doorway, "that the lead singer seems to be literally dead this time."

He didn't have to ask why this case warranted the Winchester's skillset. The singer's eyes were burned clear out of his head.

He looked up at Dean and Dean nodded, grimly.

"What are you reading?" Dean manhandled Cas enough to be able to crawl into bed behind him, his thighs bracketing Cas's hips. As it was one of Dean's usual nighttime routines, Cas allowed the interruption without complaint.

"In this story, apparently we're investigating the killing of a famous singer who leads a made-up satanic cult." Cas showed him the screen of the old tablet Sam had given him.

"Pretty sure most satanic cults are made up," Dean said, hooking his chin over Cas's shoulder. "And I'm sayin' that even though I've met actual Satan."

"Throughout the ages there've been more than a few cults dedicated to Lucifer," Cas admitted. "But most of them didn't really know who they were worshiping, and certainly not in any way that would've been useful to Lucifer."

"I guess that's comforting to hear," Dean muttered. He coughed into Cas's shoulder. "Hey. We get up to anything sexy in that story?"

"Hmm." Cas scrolled back up to the top of the first chapter. "It's rated General Audiences."

"Ah," Dean said, his fingers tickling up Cas's ribs while Cas turned in his arms. "Guess we'll have to write our own fic."

#suptober23 #deancas #destiel #spn #with apologies to the band ghost...#snippetfic #fic #suptober

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davinaclaire16 · 2 years

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Wings Of Dusk Pt 4

Azriel x reader

Hi guys 👋 Im going to keep making part since you all have been so encouraging! But I’d love to know some things you’d like to see happen in this series!

“Az…. No of course not. That’s not nothing it’s….its everything.”

“Then come home, Sunshine.” Sunshine…. It had been so long since you had been called that. Az had always called you that. On one of your late night talks you had asked him why Sunshine, and he had told you that after his brother and his shadows, you had been the first kind soul he had met. Had been his sunshine that coaxed him out of the pit of darkness. That was the first night you had attempted to become anything more with Az. You had always had a crush on the shadow singer even as a child and realized it had turned into love before the blood rite. You were so worried about him, irrationally, so you knew but you couldn’t shake it, and that’s when you had realized it. Both of you were buzzed on faerie wine and laughter. You had told him that he had always been your Achilles heel. That you had never needed a hero, not even after you served in the war. But he made you want him, that he was your hero and that no matter how unwavering and independent you had become you would always bend for him…only him. By the end of your confession his hand had come up to your face, cupping your cheek and his thumb brushed over your lips. There had been no words by either of you and when you both had leaned in. Rhysand had burst into the room going on about his latest brawl with Cas and dragged Az out of the room. The next morning Az had said nothing to you and was cold toward you for an entire month. That’s when you realized there would only be friendship between the two of you, and that Az was too sweet to tell you he had not felt the same so you just acted like it had never happened and eventually had fallen back into being best friends like the telling of sweet nothings that night never happened.

“Azriel I can’t just up and leave here. I have a duty here as well, projects, treaty’s, and affairs to take care of, and unlike Rhysand, Helion doesn’t have a small army of family members who would do anything for him.”

“So what? You’re going to reside in the day court and wear white and gold for the rest of your days?”

“What you think I look ridiculous?” You teased

“Oh absolutely, I think night court black is much more fitting for you” he laughed. “How do you stand it here? It’s so bright.”

“ I’ll be honest it took awhile to get used to. But after being under that mountain I guess it was just refreshing to be cloaked in daylight.”

Azriel paused “I’m sorry Y/N. For what you endured. I should have told Amarantha to fuck off that night. And I should of searched harder for you after they had told me you had died… I could of brought you home safe an-“

“Az none of this has been any fault of yours. None. Plus it wasn’t that bad. I’ve been through worse”

“Sunshine… you don’t have to do that.”

You looked at him quizzically you weren’t sure towards what he was implying.

“You don’t need to downplay your experience or pain it doesn’t make you weak or pathetic it makes you strong. Not with me.”

“I believe I told you that exact thing once.”

“Hmm that must be why they sound so wise.” He huffed

“I’ve missed you Az…”

“And I, you, Sunshine” and there it was, that same feeling you got whenever you were around him. The incessant pull you felt toward him even after all of the years apart.

“Umm, I’m going to head in. Do you want to come in? And we can keep talking….” You quickly turned in and sat on the love seat in the lounge area of your room. With your back along the arm rest and knees tucked to your chest. You gave a glance to the door, and mother he really was everything. You could see his toned muscles through his leathers, his hair ruffled, his eyes soft and piercing. But the sight you had missed the most were his wings… large, strong, and handsome. You could see some new scars since you had left and you could tell they had to have been painful.

Az had taken a seat on the other end of the love seat. His leg tucked under the other that hung off the couch. Head resting on his hand that was being propped up by the back of the couch. He faced you and the words just came and started to spill out from the both of you. The two of you talked for hours and hours well into the night. Eventually your legs had ended up in his lap after the two of you kept becoming more and more comfortable with the other. His wings relaxed and were drooping lazily off the end of the couch, no longer tight and pulled into his back. His shadows had been let go soon after. He let them wander and envelope you, and you just laughed. They had always tickled. The two of you talked about everything. The struggles each of you had faced over the years, Amarantha, funny stories of Cas, of everyone. You laughed and caught up like that for hours until sleep had finally stolen him from you.

If you weren’t so concentrated on laughing with Az, you might have caught the growing glow that had seeped through under the door.

When you had awoken, there was no sign of Az and you were in bed under the covers. It was later than you’d typically wake up so you had missed breakfast with Helion. You quickly got ready for the day, put your hair in a high ponytail and put your pure white fighting leathers on. Why Helion had picked white leather for his army you had no idea. It was like his goal was for them be drenched in crimson red and kept that way. The fighting leather fit close and snuggly to your body and accentuated your ass rather well. (Think Katniss’s mockingjay fit but white lol)

Once you were dressed you headed out to Helion’s office.

“Helion! Good morning.”

“Y/N.” His tone was flat and void of emotion which was unusual for Hel

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine just tired”

“You didn’t sleep last night?”

“No, sleep did not find me, and then I was rudely stood up for breakfast…. do you know who would do such a thing? To a high lord no less?” he said shooting a playful eyebrow at me.

“Oh Hel I’m sorry, I slept right in this morning. I was catching up with family last night and lost track of time.” You didn’t know why you hadn’t told Helion it was Azriel you stayed up all night with with. There was no reason not to tell him.

Helion just nodded his head and looked like he wanted to push it but decided against it.

“Well, um, we need to complete the meeting with Rhysand today, and then we have to go onsite to the rebuilding of the library, not to mention-”

“Yes Helion I know, meet with the scholars and see how some of the apprentices are coming along…. I did it yesterday.”

“Y/N! What did I do before you”

“Well it definitely wasn’t filing the court expense sheets.”

At about that time Rhys and your family had entered the office.

“Helion, Y/N, we need to talk about why we came here in the first place. We sent a letter to you about a meeting with all of the High Lords and you, Helion, are the only high lord that hasn’t responded.” Rhys had put on his cold exterior, something you had come to know meant he was going to get what he wanted.

“Well yes, I don’t have intentions on attending, Rhysand. Surely you know know what rejection is. Or has your pretty face never experienced it?” You held back your laughter and added

“Look Rhys I understand why your trying to set up a meeting, it’s quite smart on your end, but on our end it just doesn’t make sense to align ourselves with you when we’ve been given no reason to believe that Hybern has plans that include the day court at all. Not to mention if the moment does arise and it becomes necessary to have an alliance we can just send a word to you. Otherwise we don’t have time to take off and halt our progress and work within our court.”

“I’m not asking you to attend Y/N, I am asking Helion.” And there it was the very reason you had stepped down from his 2nd in command. The blatant disregard for your opinions and thoughts on how to effectively lead or manage a court. Before you could defend yourself Helion had quickly come to your defense.

“How dare you come to me and ask for my presence and disregard a member of my court! And not only a member MY advisor. I don’t know who you think she is Rhysand but here, she is not your sister, and not a part of the night court. Here, she is my 2nd, my advisor, and a member of the Day court.” Helion was loud and unwavering as he stared down Rhysand, like a battle of the wills. Eventually Rhysand realized he needed Helions presence, and whatever was going on between him and his sister would have to wait.

“I apologize. But Hybern will stop at nothing. He won’t spare your court, he will destroy that wall, and he will start another war. Helion, your presence and participation is crucial in getting all the High lords to unite. If one, just one of us doesn’t show up or agree it could be the difference between a united front and nothing.”

“Y/N what do you think about Rhysands claims.” Maybe it was a genuine question, but the way Helion’s eyebrow had tipped towards you made you think that it was Helion’s way of showing and proving that you were a part of his court.

“I think what he says holds truth. It will be more complicated to get all of the Lords on board if not all of them are there. But at the end of the day it is time away from here and leaving the day court open and vulnerable. If what Rhysand says is true, leaving the court open could end badly, however not having a united front could prove worse.”

“Thank you Y/N. Rhysand why is it that you brought your entire inner circle with you today? Except Feyre with you, I know she slipped through Tamlins grasp. I may not have a shadowsinger but I have a few spies of my own.”

“Each member with me today serves a purpose, I am also aware you are a Person with a taste for extravagance and a little show. As for Feyre she is dealing with other business back home.”

“Hm. We shall attend your meeting, Rhysand. You and your court are free to leave.”

“High Lord if you don’t mind me asking. Having Y/N in the Night court with us until the meeting would be highly beneficial to each party.” Cassian had stepped forward, almost pleading with Helion.

“How so? I see no reason why her absence would be beneficial to me.” You take one look at your family and had realize Cassain had gone rogue. But it didn’t take them but a second to jump on what Cassain was getting at.

“Well, with her with us we could fill her in, giving a more in depth understanding of what we are facing. That would also give your court advantage and more preparation time.” Azriel had spoken up and you couldn’t help but whip your head to him in shock. He had met your gaze and only gave you a smirk in return.

“Of course, and Helion already being in such a direct alliance would give me more reason to visit the day court more often to attend to whatever business needs attending to.” Mor had jumped in with a flirty tone. Mother you had almost forgotten that that was thing in the first place.”

“And seeing as Y/N is very familiar with the night court already, it won’t take much to become accustomed to it.”

They were all making good points and you wished you could smack the smug smirk on Rhysands face when Helion had just looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows as in a question if you would go.

You just met his gaze and sighed. It would seem you were going back home.

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acotarharlot · 2 years

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A game for two (part 3)

Hello my hunnies <3 part 3 and I really hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading x sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes lol.

A game for two part 3

You had opted to have dinner brought to your room that night. Just waiting and thinking of your next move. Just because you liked the man didn’t mean you were gonna let him win. You were your own person outside of your feelings for him. The change in relationship had you feeling all kinds of things. You were too worried about it to tell anyone such as Mor, or even Rhys - who would get all protective. You had to be strategic, if you wanted to win.

You bathed in the lovely salts and soaps, calming yourself down. You would need a restful sleep in preparation for the next day.

You woke up on schedule, like usual. However there was more of a spring to your step. More eager then past times, due to what awaited you in the training ring. Opting for a low ponytail to try and make yourself as sensual as you could without looking like you put in too much effort.

You put on a spare set of leathers - because your original pair had been damaged. You could tell that the leathers were a tad too small for you, accentuating all your curves, leaving little to the imagination. You were never afraid to show yourself off, but you also had never felt like you needed anyones approval.

Happy with the outcome, you made your way to the training area.

You had spotted the two Illyrian soldiers that were always up the earliest. You had made eye contact with Azriel immediately, noting his smirk.

Not wanting him to enjoy the view for too long you walked over to Cassian.

He started the conversation immediately.

“Hey, we missed you at dinner, are you okay?”

“Yes.., I’m fine, I had other things going on.”

Completely ignoring Azriel. A perfect way to make him jealous was by giving Cas all your attention but you knew he and Nesta were getting close so you would keep it to a low.

“Well, I’m glad.”

“Don’t worry too much, I will be joining you all for dinner tonight” you said giving him the biggest beadiest eyes you could muster.

He looked at you so suddenly, and gave you the most stern look.

“It’s important to eat” Such a goof you thought, of course he made this harder by acting like Rhys - brotherly.

“I did eat, just by myself. And judging by the fact I beat Azriel yesterday, I think I’m doing pretty well in terms of keeping strong”

You saw Cassian’s face turn from overbearing protectiveness to a one of amusement. Finally making eye contact with Az, you saw him lift an eyebrow.

“You did not win” the shadow singer proclaimed.

“I very much did, and I will never, ever admit defeat. I might even getting it engraved on a plaque.”

“Oh yeah, well let’s see today then”

By that point everyone had arrived, and you had prepared yourself with your choice of weapon. Mor had whistled at you, yelling out some choice words of encouragement. You giggled at her, she really was like your own personal cheerleader. Azriel had been waiting for you in the ring and you could tell as much because he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. He wanted to settle the score. Too bad you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Holding his stare you walked straight passed him, flicking your pony tail so he could get a whiff of your scent. And joined Mor. She was happy with your choosing her and you began. Training had lasted ages and Mor had tired you out. Remembering she was a total badass and had given you a run for your money. It made you feel better that she also looked worn out. Both of you had gotten in a good amount of tackles and demonstrated near perfect defence and offence. You had wanted to ask Mor if she would fancy accompanying you to a few shops in Velaris to get some new training gear but she announced she had a meeting scheduled in another court. That was fine, you could go all by yourself but you would have enjoyed her company. Walking back to your room, you quickly had a bath to freshen up and although you had wanted to stay there forever you hadn’t wanted to waste the day. After freshening up, you felt your tummy grumble. You didn’t like to eat before training as it made you feel sick. You thought you would head to the kitchen for a snack before you made the journey into the city. You had opted for a simple navy blue gown, nothing fancy but styled on you, the dress had a whole new look.

That will do you thought.

Finding your way into the kitchen you pondered what you felt like, not wanting to bother anyone you just had a quick geez at what was available. You saw a blueberry muffin, easy and quick. Grabbing it out of the cupboards, you nearly dropped it as you noticed the Rhys, and Feyre sitting down and the table close by.

“Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” You dramatically exclaimed.

“Sorry, sorry” he mustered.

You just looked at him disapproved.

“In all honestly I just wanted to check in with you, after yesterday..and we didn’t get to talk this morning…I guess I’m just trying to say we haven’t spoken a lot recently”

The revaluation hit you, you had been checked out for a while and not really spending time with any of them. You hadn’t gotten to know Feyre or even her sisters really. But then again it all came down to Azriel. You hadn’t liked seeing himself and Elain flirt and exchange lovers glances at each other. Maybe it was the emotion it evoked in you, in all of your relationships you had the upper hand. Always feeling like you had more to offer. But this wasn’t just your choice it was his too. And you had never made a move, but then again neither did he - until now.

“I’m really sorry, I know that it’s my fault, I didn’t realise how uninvolved I was being.” You said.

“I didn’t mean to upset you yesterday, I mightn’t have chosen my words wisely” was his response.

Through everything your brother was one of the most genuinely kind people you had the privilege of knowing. He really did always give people the ability to chose their own choices. You were happy for him now, especially to have found Feyre, even though when you had met her under the mountain she was fighting for another man, but indirectly for all of us. She was perfect as your high lady. Aside from gawking at her paintings you hadn’t made an effort, not really.

“Why don’t we just forget it, I’m not mad anyways, I get that you just look out for me”

You hugged him to prove your case, and he gripped you in return. Aside from Mor he was the only family you had left. Since your mother and sister had been slaughtered. You did feel sadness for your father but it was more the loss of a place holder. He wasn’t someone you would pick as a parent if given the choice.

Letting go you looked at Feyre, who had been sitting obviously uncomfortable, like she was invading on a personal moment. You sat down in front of her and beamed “I know I suck for not doing this earlier, but I’m going down to Velaris for some training gear, and I would love for you to join, If you would be so kind ?”

You could tell her and your brother were having a conversation in their heads before she responded with “I can’t get over how similar you two are.” She smiled genuinely before continuing

“I don’t want to bother you but there actually some shops I wouldn’t mind venturing into if that’s okay?”

She was so cute you thought to yourself.

“As a high lady you can do anything you wish” you proclaimed with a bow after standing up.

You saw the colour drain from her face with embarrassment. “Oh please don’t” she laughed. Rhysand threw an apple at you.

“Such a twat” he said to the mental shield you had up.

Holding out your hand for hers you winnowed yourselves down to the desired destination before walking around.

No matter how many times you had seen it, it has always taken your breath away. Maybe even more after being trapped under that horrific mountain for 50 years. Not having dealt with that trauma, you blocked the thought from your mind. You didn’t want to ruin this for Feyre.

You took her to all of the shops she had thought of, and you could tell that she was uncomfortable with buying luxurious items. You knew of her past and you felt guilty for her. Offering to buy anything she looked at.

She denied when you did.

Wanting to check out a store that sold flexible leathers and other gears you wanted to enquire about, you began the walk there. Feyre had wanted to sus out a craft store so you both decided on a time and a place to meet back at in an hour.

Arriving inside the first thing you saw was a very handsome Faerie. He charmingly greeted you offering his name - Saffron. Interesting you thought. The usual gentleman who run the store wasn’t here? He saw your questioning eyes which beckoned him to explain. “My uncle runs the store, he’s allowing me to work here to learn the family trade.”

“Oh..okay well I’m actually looking for a new set of leathers”

“That’s actually great because we’ve just gotten in some orders that we sent for a while ago. Some of the sets are actually quite rare, I can show you some if interested.”

You actually had been, wanting to take any chances for a bargain. Once you had looked over the options you picked out a few to try on. Since you didn’t have Mor or Feyre there to give opinions you though the shop keeper would do.

Being from the night court everything was dark, very on brand. But there had been a white suit, and while maybe not good in showing the enemy if you were bleeding or not, you hoped maybe you were good enough not to get stabbed period. Trying it on you stepped out into the shop keepers view. When he looked at you he let out a sharp breath, looking you up and down. This is what you were used to, it just being so easy to impress a male. “Well how do I look?” You ask wanting to tease him. “You get a pretty good view from the back.” But the answer hadn’t come from the shop keeper. And you knew the voice. Turning around you met the hazel eyes of Azriel.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Probably the same thing you are”

“Trying on womens leathers?”

He deadpanned at you. “No I think you’re doing that just fine for me.” Smiling feeling proud at his response. Suddenly feeling flushed, you had told him to shut up before retracting to the dressing room. Getting changed back into the previous outfit you grabbed the white set, and a normal dark black one, to replace what Az had ripped. The white one would be for show you decided, especially since not getting to indulge in anything for yourself for 50 years.

Walking back out azriel had gone. Good, you didn’t think the pink stain plastered in your face had wavered yet. Propping the outfits on the counter getting ready to pay until the fae named saffron shook his head and told you to put your money away. You were about to detest this as being apart of the inner circle “high fae” some shops wouldn’t allow you to pay. This was until he mention the man from before had put everything until his tab.

The audacity of this man. Fine you thought, I’ll take the skimpy leathers over there. This will certainly give him a run for his money.

You remembered that you told Feyre to meet you back at a certain time, thanking the man and grabbing your shopping you scurried off to the agreed destination - Feyre hadn’t arrived yet. After 10 minutes she came running over.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!”

“Please don’t be, I was early actually”

You saw her shopping bag and took note that she bought some paints. Rhys had confided in you that she struggled a lot with the war and all of her traumas. Good you thought, she deserved to enjoy that again.

You both tracked back home, and not wanting to walk up what seemed like a million set of stairs you winnowed to the top. Rhysand was at his desk filling out paper work when you huffed and frantically fell onto his day bed in his study.

Looking up he mused “A hard day of shopping Y/N?”

“Actually I had a great day with Feyre, gossiping about you.” This had caught his attention and as he smiled that devious smirk. “Good things I hope”

Wanting to provoke him you retaliated with “I don’t know any good things about you to say.”

“Feyre had a lot of good things to say about me last night” he said cheekily.

“Gross, that is just foul, I’m leaving”

You grabbed your shopping bags and left with a huff.

Feyre must have gone to her room to check out in more detail her purchases.

You had motioned the walk to your room, when you passed Nesta in the hall way. Thinking back to earlier you reminded yourself that you hadn’t been present enough. “Hey Nesta, I read that book you recommended, Totally worth the hype” you knew Nesta was extremely cunning so you had never been offended by her short conversations. Aside from when you first met her and though of her as a straight up Bitch. But now you enjoyed that she didn’t ask for much.

“Wait till you finish the second book, that’s where it gets good” you smiled at her and carried on knowing you would see her later at dinner anyway.

When you descended into your room you plopped down all of your stuff and laid down. Shopping and training had drained you. Content with a small afternoon nap. Thinking about what dinner would await for you.

#azriel x reader #acotar #azriel #shadowsinger x reader #azriel shadowsinger #rhys acotar #feyre archeron #reader insert

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salchat · 7 months

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Getting to know your fellow fanfic writers better!

Thank you @wonkyelk for tagging me!

When did you post your first ever fic? April 2019

First character you wrote for? Ronon Dex and then Teal'c rapidly entered the scene, because it was a story about an all-you-can-eat buffet, so they were the right two characters to be motivated by that idea!

Main characters you are currently writing for? Supernatural characters - mainly Dean Winchester and Castiel. Yes, I have been bitten, chewed up and will probably never be spat out by the Destiel bug.

Characters you haven't written about before but plan on writing about soon? Um... I usually make up OCs fairly regularly, to keep the story moving along. I don't think I have any plans for actual fandom characters, though.

Fandoms your currently writing for? Supernatural

Platonic pairings you currently write for? There's usually some Sam and Dean brotherly interaction in my stories - not that I have any objection to others writing Wincest for them. I just think - go for it, have fun if that's what you like. I like to get Dean to interact with Bobby Singer sometimes. And others, depending on how the story's developing.

Romantic pairings you currently write for? Destiel all the way. Sweet or angsty or whatever. It's a comfort thing - a happy little world to live in.

Your top 3 tags on AO3 if you post there? I'm not sure what my top three would be statistically, but it feels like hurt/comfort, fluff and angst. I just don't think you can beat hurt/comfort. I don't like hurt/no comfort, though. My little people have to be comforted.

Current platform where you post your works? AO3

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

I recently brought my long Secret Flowers story to a conclusion, a bit abruptly, but I really needed the feeling of freedom that gave me, somehow. Anyway, I'm now busily writing timestamps for it, which may or may not end up ridiculously long. This is from Secret Flowers - Crocuses:

Dean fiddled with the butter knife. He shrugged and twisted and the coffee sloshed inside him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mmm. Uh. You know.”

Sam might have snapped, 'I don’t unless you tell me.' Which would have been a fair point. But Cas was more patient. He carried on eating and gulping his coffee and let the silence happen, giving Dean time.

“It feels wrong,” Dean said finally. “To expect more.” He slowly spread a long line of butter over the soft, fresh bread. “This last year… well, you just think how we were… and how we are now.”

Warm hands enfolded his own around the butter knife. “I know, Dean. I know. To have all this is a great gift. But gifts need to be used and explored and I think Jack would want us to make the most of what we have - to really… to bloom like the flowers.”

Dean looked up at his lover’s unshaven face, the crinkly bits under his eyes, and the curves and planes and lines which made up his lips - how were they so beautiful? How did that even work?

“Okay, then.” Gruff and tight, Dean could’ve voice-overed the bulldog, Spike, from Tom and Jerry. Why did his voice always do that when he was just trying to work through some emotional life-shit?

Cas smiled at him, another soft smile which he did ten, twenty, fifty times a day and always made Dean’s insides go caramel-squishy. “Good. So, after breakfast, we’ll make a start.”

Tagging @haus-seeblick @lanevra @casuallyneurotic But no pressure! I just love your stories!

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For those wondering if the die-hard antis will finally pack it in if we get canon Destiel in a way even they can't deny--I wouldn't hold my breath. If they are forced to accept canon Destiel they'll just make up some bogus reason for why it is 'homophobic, achsually', just like they did with Cas's confession and with Carlos.

It's the sunk cost fallacy. These people have created a whole identity and a community, such as it is, around hating Destiel. They will never, ever reconsider. As for canon, let me tell you: I come from a het ship fandom where the couple kissed on the mouth on screen and the antis were writing thinkpieces about why it was a 'friendly kiss', or a 'kiss of gratitude'. So even if the coconuts do collide, brace yourself, cause even that won't be enough.

What I'm trying to say is, let's make our win what we can get on TV, not what we can get the antis to admit, cause that's a lost cause. Let them wallow in their crackpot theories and metas and just enjoy TW :)

Tale as old as time. Whether that be the No Romos of X Files Mulder and Scully that platsplained their marriage and kid; the raging homophobes arguing with the memory of Diana Ross and the drag queens that inspired her about what I'm Coming Out is "actually about" in the youtube comments TO THIS DAY, and so on.

It's a goalpost--and frankly, dogwhistle even within "shipping fandom", some true bitters and others manipulators like 2po and their groups with the agenda in your ask--that I've warned about for many years.

In many ways, it's already been run out. Names like 2po, or jess of Mary Sue, that pretended to be so very in the know. Yelled I was delusional, claimed they had better access to Bobo to know his intent than I did (Jess.) But I could spend a week listing the reasons I knew what I knew was Real and a Fact no matter what they screamed, and not be done. And it was real.

They spent that time revving old shippers into attacking-down their low visibility text, making up some fandom noise rule that, if it isn't so loud it can't be argued with (imaginary point), it's subtext, and anything low visibility was "settling"--an attack whistle used to send hellers at me when I said Berens was putting his best faith work in for us, and even if he couldn't run it, to respect what he pushed and weaved through into textual canon, even if quiet.

After all, he almost quit season 14. Wayward was toast, his contract was rolling. He only signed again shortly after Ouroboros, maybe within a month. Because he'd been convinced to stay even while Yockey burned out and left an empty throne, to run that ball on a spiral someone recognized his endeavors on and further sort of mapped the way. On a gift. To a friend. To ride that spiral till the end so we might go where no one had been.

Covid crashed many dreams, including his second sprint. But not everybody gave up. But all those years, this whole damn time, this forged mistruth about the authors. These lies and filth and biases that buried this, and continued to bury this. The propaganda that spews from 2po to make, say, hellers feel like they're the second class citizens now.

But even by the end of SPN, we had all but won without covid giving Singer time to jam the game. Berens had the rest of the room with him. And even when we scraped our knees we got the most unlikely ally imaginable. A jensen ackles that couldn't sleep, couldn't let go, couldn't move on. a jensen ackles that knew dean winchester's story wasn't done, and was now deeply haunted by the way things ended with Castiel. He'd had his own enlightening, staring a universe-shaking performance in the face and adding the pieces together. And Jensen Ackles... 404ed and forgot his lines, barely muttered anything adjacent to the script, and wept on the floor. And into the winter.

And this entire time. People are still tearing him apart. Even as he hires the most powerful possible LGBTQ advocate to run his entire company, someone the president of WB even fears, able to unleash all of the gays of DC on the WB with a trigger pull, if Glen Winter isn't enough to back them down in general. Not that there IS a "them", because Zaslav's management leaves Jensen and Renee in charge.

That old world is gone. Big scary network and studio changes happened but we're still here, no matter what false prophet doomsayers said. And the gays have the reigns and there's nobody to tell them to stop, and jensen's the one slapping the horse on the ass now and telling Robbie to ride faster.

For those that really have foraged out the truth of transitions in the last 4 years or so, it's clear as a bell what's going on. But people like those you describe thrive on relevance created by people being compelled to argue them in mass, rather than laugh them off for absurdity. They did it with Mulder and Scully and they're doing it here in the middle of The Great Destiel Sprint, all from imagined perspectives in their minds.

These perspectives have failed them again, and again, and again, but like you said, they don't course correct. Sunken cost. And that cost is that, they have years of sins against them. It's not even just about the ship. These people spent millions, these people sent threats and shards and weapons to people, they've doxxed actors and fans and entire servers alike and felt righteous about it. And in the end when it Is What Is Is, even if they were to accept it HAPPENED.

The ability to process the meaning after--and that they are, in fact, the Akrida, and the unwanted locusts being flushed out--that'll just join the mountain of other things under the rug, with each person setting their embarrassment tolerance threshold of how stupid thy'll make the long term no romo arguments. Even as the showrunners constantly remind you the old series was bromance but THIS one is romance. It says it on the tin. And the posters. And the promos.

I have a feeling a bunch WILL leave, because some will hit their limit on how stupid they're willing to present them as in public. I expect a bunch of them to end up ripping each other apart, then it'll settle and the sad, sad last stragglers will make whatever new mewling sounds of denial, but we won't hear the starving strays, they're getting trampled by the clown parade worse than mufasa in the gorge.

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who are the 5 best spn characters to invite to a karaoke bar if it's your first time and why??? How would the night go?? <3

First of all, it was Dean's idea. Well, OK, he picked the bar and then when I saw the Karaoke- I was like "oh no, no way in hell" but we knocked back a few too many shots of tequila and then... Well, I'm not gonna say we murdered Paradise By The Dashboard Light, but it wasn't pretty. Fun, but not pretty. Dean's got passion, I'll give him that, but Meatloaf, he ain't.

Wanna know a secret? Charlie got some pipes, man. She was totally into it, dragging me onto the stage with her. And I don't think she was nearly as drunk as I was, she's just fun like that. We did some Spice Girls and... I think we're besties now.

Rowena- Oh my god! She's a little cranky but once you get on her good side- which, let's be honest, is a little hard to even find- she's amazing. A little more laid back, but she got to dancing and we even got her up to the mic for a song or two. I can't remember what it was because I was having limes shoved into my mouth at the time by a certain someone, but it sounded good from where I was!

Gabriel has been on my shit list for a while now, but damn it, if he isn't a blast at a bar. Not only does he sing like... well, an angel, he also magicked himself some backup singers and it was really - i mean- I've never heard Midnight Train to Georgia sung quite like that. He was even dancing. What a trip, that dude is.

I know you asked for 5 people that were awesome, and I could lie and say that Cas and Sam both got up and sang, but I'd be full of shit. BUT - they were still awesome to have there. Sam was totally uninterested in singing, but he let lose a bit, drinking with us and enjoying the show we were all putting on for him. Cas was utterly confused for the first hour or so, but then he sat back and gave into the stupidity of it all and laughed along with us. It was nice to see them both relaxing, even if they weren't into making fools of themselves with us.

All in all, it was a great night. And if you can drag a better group out for a night of fun, I encourage you to do so. Just, uh- keep Dean away from the bull...

#Ama

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upl8inthe818 · 11 months

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THE PREMIER LADIES OF THE SFV – PART 2 OF 2

Beverly Shaw (ca. 1910-May 26, 1990) was an American nightclub singer who made a name for herself performing at lesbian venues throughout California in the 1940s and 1950s. Originally from Los Angeles, she began her career in San Francisco singing torch songs at the lesbian bar Mona’s 440 and the Chi-Chi Club. During WWII, she drove a taxi by day to support herself and sang as Mona’s headliner at night.

Shaw moved back to Los Angeles in the early 1950s and began singing at such venues as the Flamingo Club in Hollywood and Larry Potter’s Supper Club in Studio City. In 1957, she and her wife, Betty, took over ownership of Club Laurel, a nightclub located at 12319 Ventura Blvd in Studio City. Featuring herself as the star attraction, Shaw transformed the club into a popular upscale gay night spot catering to the film community. She took her style cues from Marlene Dietrich, performing in tailor-made suits and wearing a bow tie. Patrons were greeted upon entrance with a photograph of herself captioned “Miss Beverly Shaw, Sir!” – a catchphrase she lifted from a Groucho Marx interview with Tallulah Bankhead in which he called her “sir.” The club’s matchbooks were similarly captioned.

In the late 1950s, Shaw recorded an album entitled “Songs Tailored To Your Taste,” which she released on her own label, “Club Laurel Records.” After divesting her interest in Club Laurel in 1971, she continued performing at venues throughout the San Fernando Valley and Los Angeles, including Club Bayou, Linda’s Little Log Cabin, Joani Presents, and the Oxford Inn. She died of cancer in 1990 at the age of 80.

And what became of Club Laurel? After Shaw’s departure, it continued under new ownership for a while as “Jay’s Club Laurel.” During this time it transitioned from a lesbian establishment to a gay male bar and remained as such through 1980, operating under such monikers as “Neworld” (1973-74), “The Frat House” (1974-75), “The Farm House” (1976), and “Boots” (1977-80). Many mainstream businesses have since occupied 12319 Ventura Blvd. Most recently it has served as a mattress store, a sweat lodge, and currently a pilates studio – all of which seem fitting uses for a space that originally opened as one of the San Fernando Valley’s first LGBTQ+ establishments!

Patrons of Club Laurel recall Beverly Shaw and the venue fondly:

“It was a real gay club – not just full of caricatures. It seemed out of its time and place to me. You saw a lot of movie stars and that made it seem even more unreal. I guess you could call Beverly Shaw a role model of sorts, but we didn’t have terms like that then. It gave me the first idea that gays could have a place like that.”

“We couldn’t believe the Club Laurel. It was fabulous. Here was this uptown club unlike anything in the way of a gay club that we had ever seen. You knew right then this was different. It was our first time except for Ptown that we had ever been totally at ease and comfortable in a gay place. You didn’t need to keep one ear checked for breaking glass in a place like Club Laurel. At the time, I remember wondering how she did it or what it cost her.”

#sfv pride #la pride #gay bar #lesbian bar #studio city #lgbtq history

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waiting-for-cas-to-save-me · 2 years

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Team free will x abused reader

Tw mentions of abuse

Yes i lived threw some ahit like this hence my therapy here fuxk off

You had been raised in this hellish life but it was all you know.you had the curse of being the youngest in a long line of Hunters so your parents wanted more from you,to be the poster child.You aren't like your parents who saw different angles and didn't believe everything you hunted had to be killed to put it lightly you wear the Sam Winchester of your family Your parents knew John so you kind of saw the boys once in a while and You grow close. You kept in touch with Sam and Dean as you got older and then at some point you just stopped talking to them I didn't like it but it happened let you leave that family home Because a family that slays together stays together way too many hunting families motto is that and that was yours You're a grown woman And yet you couldn't leaveThey had always been mentally and physically abusive the physical died down after Dean had threatened to slit their throats .it then became mental emotional financial everything they took your car keys and mind you you had paid for that card on your own you'd even spend the time with Bobby singer to fix it The title was in your name the whole nine yards But it was gone . Your father forced you to quit almost any job you had to try to make money and function Most times you didn't have a phone But one night everything changed a little Sam and Dean called you Said they had somebody that wanted you to meet in the case they needed to grow up with so you took him up on their offer and that's when you met the angel of Thursday CastielHe read you like a book He knew you were an okay he could see you the mental scarring All of it and over and gave you a hug which was weird Didn't say anything Just a hug a perplexed to the Winchester boys and yourself You got into the Impala He's out there looking at the floor Not wanting to acknowledge the song playing or the company you were in.you sat on edge in the motel room with the boys and hardly ateSam knew not to pry but he couldnt see on of the other hunter kids in paindeep down he knew he had to try to fix it.Getting you to open up was another story.so he left it alone for now.

After teh hunt you didnt want to go back home but deep down you knew if you didnt they'd come hunting you.you could beg Dean to hide you and he would in heartbeat you were like family to him.On the othe hand if you told him your family would end up dead and you didnt like that tought so you just let them take you home.Dean waited to leave the lot till he saw your head poke out of your window. This was normal for you guys and he'd drive by every few days around the same time to check on you.

Casteel was to watch over you closely and he did most nights he'd listen in from the heavens till you'd rest your head for the night . Your sleep just got lighter and lighter.and you very rarely slept anymore . One Tuesday night you laid down trying to get some rest when you heard the wings fluter in you room .

On reflex you drew a knife from under the pillow . Cas just stood there hand out requesting you to stand down. The sunken checks the eye bags and the copious amounts of bruises you small frame caused the angel to emit a white hot light.He turned to the door you grabbed is hand softly not wanting to see the after math of a smiting. "Cas please no . I earned the beating I swear I need to learn my place and just hunt like the rest of the family "the pain in your eyes and you tried to get him from going out that door. Knowing dawn good and well he could just Zapp out if the room.

Instead he reached in his coat pocket and grabbed his phone hit a contact and waiting for them to pick up..."Dean how fast can you get to (y/n's) place

We are breaking her out of this joint once and for all." He paused just for a moment then spoke once once more "yes Dean I know I am prepared for this if I have to do the extreme I will just you Sam here asap (y/n) pack a bag now please darling I am gripping you tight and rainy you from perdition "

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𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - the end

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - all the warnings about the last episode of spn's finale pretty much, mentions of suicide, castiel's angel blade, blood, tears

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - tiahni padalecki was filming her death scene for supernatural. it was the final episode and jensen's death scene as dean had just been filmed. let's see how j2, most especially jared, tiahni's older brother, was going to take filming his sister's death scene.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i've had this idea for a while so, please do be wary as it does involve heavy topics. and i know i've done one before with the name tiahni but, this one is tiahni padalecki, jared's sister!

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𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐡𝐧𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

we had just finished wrapping up dean's death scene with jensen on the rebar in the barn so, we thought we were all cried out. however, turns out we weren't when all of a sudden, bobby singer, our director for this last episode, called this out.

"...tiahni, grab the angel blade..." which meant we were now going to shoot the scene in which delilah commits suicide after the loss of her eldest brother dean, in front of her other older brother sam

and, let's just say, this was going to enduce even more tears, especially due to the amount of cast and crew who were watching this.

"...oh god...let's go then, jare, you ready?" i breathed out, trying to keep it together as jared nodded his head after he cleared his throat

"as ready as ready can be," jared chuckled sadly as we got into our places and, everything was set to start filming

"action!"

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

i dropped to my knees. i couldn't handle the pain nor the grief any longer and it had just started. i had just lost my older brother dean, to a fricking vampire who had held him up on a piece of rebar, killing him within a five minute or so time frame. sam had just been bawling his eyes out as he said his final goodbyes, holding onto our older brother for dear life as dean just finally let himself go after sam gave him the permission to do so. even though it was never going to be okay, all dean needed was the reassurance that he could finally leave and be at peace for the first time ever in his entire life. sam and i have now lost every single person we've ever loved! first our parents, then bobby, we've lost each other so many times but always found a way back to each other, we've lost cas, jack and now dean? why can't we just be happy and live our fricking lives without the fear of being killed by supernatural beings everyday? guess that's the price you pay as a hunter or when you sell our soul that no one seems to mention.

that was when i remembered, the last thing cas had given me before he was taken in by the empty was his angel blade. and, as depressing as it sounds, it means i can reunite with dean, cas and jack again...and bobby, i don't have to live with the grief of anyone's death any longer. i mean, i know how selfish i'm being as it means i'll be leaving sam all on his own but, i can't live like this anymore. i'm so tired of pretending to be this badarse, confident, kick-arse of a winchester girl when i was never really like that ever. similar to sam, i didn't even want to become a hunter like dad and dean wanted me to. i actually wanted to leave lebanon, kansas and study in new york at juilliard for dance and drama. but, i wasn't allowed to do that until i forced dad to let me leave otherwise i'd cut him out of my life...and...that threat worked. he let me leave kansas and i moved to nyc to study at juilliard and i did and it was great. until a knock at my door was heard and my two older brothers stood behind that door and i knew straight away what they had come all the way to my dorm at juilliard for. so, ever since then, i followed them through hell and back, and i'm being quite literal when i say that. because i have followed them through hell and back. i was always faking the fact that i loved killing things and slaying monsters. i was never a fighter, i was a lover and i think that's why dad gave me the most heat out of the three of us kids. i mean, my name is delilah for frick sake, that is so much more of an elegant, ballet dancer name than the name of a hunter wanting to name his future hunter daughter. he knew i hated fighting but knew i had it in me and, he wasn't totally wrong. i do have some fight in me but, most of that was only because whoever we were slaying attacked my family. and once you attack my family, i attack you. i've faked my confidence about being a hunter for so long that i can't distinguish when i'm faking it and when i'm legitimately confident anymore.

"...sammy....i...i'm so sorry..." i whimpered in the barn as i grabbed cas' angel blade with both hands and then made the motions of stabbing myself in the stomach

"...del...what...what are you doing?" sam's small voice grew louder and more urgent as he rushed over to me, my head coming up to be in direct eye contact with sam as i gulp

"sammy...i...i'm so sorry but it's the only way..." i sniffled as his eyes widened in shock, realising why i had cas' angel blade in my hand

"...no, please, don't do this delilah....we...we just lost dean...are you seriously already thinking about leaving me all on my own?" sam whimpered as i swallowed the lump in my throat, still with the blade tight in my hands

"yes sammy, i am. it...it's for the best, trust me. dean wasn't supposed to die, it was meant to be me but he saved me and now i can no longer live with that guilt cause i'm just now expected to. please, sammy, do you trust me?" i breathed heavily as tears welled in my eyes, tears already streaming down sam's as he slightly tilted his head and narrowed his eyebrows

"of..of course i trust you delilah, i will always trust you! what...what are you saying?" sam was in so much confusion and i couldn't blame him, we just saw dean die for the final time, and now i was not even an hour later, threatening my own life in front of him? i'd be more than confused if i was in sam's shoes as well

"then trust me when i say that what i'm about to do is the best thing i could ever be doing. sammy, please, just have some sort of hope that you'll be okay on your own. i..i know how hard you've had it...how hard our whole family has had it...but especially now with the loss of dean but, please, i beg. just trust me and let me do this. you are an amazing, strong, confident, brilliant man that i've had the privilege of growing up alongside. you are the best older brother, alongside dean, that i could have ever been blessed with. just...please...let me do this and it'll all be over! no more hunting, no more dying and crossroad deals, no more demons, nothing! please, after this, meet a lovely girl or search for eileen again, have a kid or three with her and have that apple pie life that you so dreamt of at the beginning of this. i know that it's always been the winchester three ever since dean had come back for us at our schools but i think it's time you finally fly free of all that trauma. i know dean has said it but, always keep fighting and remember, you are not alone! do not think for a single second that i won't bring all of heaven and hell's army to make sure you do because i will and i won't hesitate! i...i love you so much sammy, you are the funniest, silliest, clumsiest, cuddly, smartest older brother i could have ever wished for. just, please, let me have my version of peace even though it means i'm no longer here and you still are," i watch closely at sam's facial expressions and he gulps before nodding his head

"alright, if you're so sure about this then, delilah, i won't stop you..." sam trailed off as it was now my shot to be confused...so confused that i pulled away the angel blade

sam was just letting me go? he wasn't gonna put up a fight like he and dean have always done? he was just, allowing me to kill myself if it meant that i finally had peace?

"...wait...what? you serious?" i whispered, moving the blade away for a moment as sam walked closer and grabbed the back of my head

"delilah, if doing this, if...killing yourself gives you peace then, why should i stop you and try to fight you when i know i'm gonna lose anyway? okay, yes, it scares me knowing that after this i'll be all alone when it hasn't even been a full day since losing dean. but, like dean said, you two will always be here even if i have to wait that little bit longer to join you guys in heaven. thank you for being my baby sister delilah and thank you for reminding me to always keep fighting and that i'm not alone. without you reminding me, i honestly don't think i would have been strong enough to remind myself. i promise i'll be okay without you, i promise i'll marry a girl, whether that's eileen or not, have a few kids with her and live that apple pie life and i'll see you soon. i love you so much delilah winchester...it's okay...you can go...be at peace..." sam whispered, his voice finally faltering as tears slowly streamed down his face once again as he kissed my head

i nodded my head and returned my tight grip to the angel blade, "...goodbye sammy, thank you for everything...i love you..." i whimpered out as i took in a deep breath and counted down from three before stabbing myself

i notice, as i'm stabbing myself that sam closed his eyes and turned his head away. it was clear that if he had to have his two siblings die, he only wanted to watch one of them die, knowing he couldn't bear to watch both of them die.

"three...two...one..." i breathed out and shoved the angel blade into my stomach as sammy jolted as he sobbed whilst watching the death of his last remaining sibling

"...cut!"

as bobby called out cut, the makeup girls rushed on quickly to add some blood around the prop angel blade so it looked as if it had gone right through me before stepping back out so we could call action again.

looking quickly over at jared, i could tell this was a struggle for him to film and honestly, i don't blame him. i tend to forget whilst filming that whilst we play brother and sister in the show that we're actual real life siblings outside of the show. i could tell how hard this was for him, not only is his onscreen sister stabbing herself, ultimately commiting suicide but, so is his real-life sister and, that is obviously a traumatising sight for jared to watch. i gave him a quick look to see if he was travelling alright and he gave me a thumbs-up despite his facial expressions saying the direct opposite as i huffed softly.

"jare, remember, none of this is real. i'm completely fine, the blood is fake and i'm still alive, alright? i'll be alive throughout the whole take. i love you, always, jared and i'm glad we got to do this show together," i spoke softly and smiled, giving my brother a hug since i could tell he was struggling

"yeah, i know. i'm glad we got to do the show together, too," he breathed out as his eyes filled with tears as i nodded my head

"alright...let's go, we got this!" i smile again as he nods his head and we get to our marks on the set before bobby calls action

"and i love you too!" he responds back before we then transform into delilah and sam

"action!"

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

i hadn't felt such a sense of peace like i felt as the angel blade pierced into my skin. despite the blood that was pooling around my stomach and in my hands, i couldn't help the smile that formed on my face. looking up to sammy, who struggled to look at me, in these final moments are memories i'll treasure forever. despite the pain that i knew he was in considering he had now lost his oldest brother and youngest sister, i was glad he was still in the barn with me and dean as we slipped away. the trauma my brothers have gone through their entire lives is inmeasureable and i'm glad that we've all finally found peace. whether that's dean and me living it up in heaven or sam back down on earth finally living his apple pie, safe life, that's all i could dream of happening. just...for the winchesters to finally have peace with life.

"good...goodbye sammy...i...i love you..." i breathe out my last words as i then take away the angel blade so i could let myself bleed to death

i start to feel myself fall backwards into the wall, sam rushing over to me and holding me in his arms,"...oh...oh my god...delilah...i...i love you too..." sam whimpered out as his tears mixed with the blood and sweat that i was covered in as i closed my eyes, my head lulling onto his shoulder as we sat shoulder to shoulder - sam safely lowering us down the wall as i felt him tremble

sam then ultimately, lost it as he tried to hold not only my lifeless and weak body but his ownself that was starting to become weak due to the weight i was placing on him as i sat there, lifeless.

his loud and heavy convulsing sobs filled the barn once again as sam tried to keep the tightest grip he could on me so i wouldn't fall anywhere else but his lap. crying into my hair, he was struggling to control his breathing but he didn't seem to care. all he cared about was the overwhelming grief that he was going through, he was now truly all on his own after having lost every single person he's ever loved and known in his entire life. going into his hunt, not once did any of us think two of us weren't going to make it out alive. never did i think we'd lose dean after he saved my life from getting stabbed by a rebar to my death only for him to take it for me. and i also didn't think i'd be in this much pain by the loss of dean already that i'd grab out cas' angel blade that i had hid in my jacket and kill myself with it, leaving sam, dear little sam all on his own.

then, that was when i noticed that i was no longer resting on his shoulder, it seemed as though sam had lowered me to his lap. i didn't mind as my left hand rested in sam's lap, my fingers barely touching the barn floor. memories of my entire life flashing through my mind before i finally lost complete consciousness due to the blood loss.

sam's sobs were the very last thing i could hear as i had lost all other senses but my hearing as the last sense lost when you die is hearing.

"cut"

not joking when i say that everyone was relieved when bobby finally called cut for delilah's death scene. it was obvious from the amount of emotion jared had just put into his performance just then that this was one where he had to walk it off. so, that's what he did, he got up off the floor, making sure i wouldn't hit my head hard on the barn floor and walked it off like sam was originally written to do in the first version of the script. he walked away so he could clear his head from sam's emotions and trauma so he could "transform" back into jared.

"that was amazing, tia pia, you should be so proud of yourself. i could barely watch!" jensen praised me softly as he pulled me in for a hug since i had since got up from the floor and sat down cross legged

i chuckled softly as jensen pulled me in for a hug as i could tell he was also fighting his emotions too, "thanks, jense. i mean, i'm proud of myself as well but, it's just sad that this is on of our last days of filming," i whispered as jensen nodded his head, having a full understanding of what i was feeling

"i know. it sucks but hey, at least we're going out like we wanted to, guns blazing," jensen smiled as i nodded my head and giggled softly as we pulled out of the hug so i could then check on jared

"that's true...i'll be back, i'm just gonna check on jared," i smiled as jensen smiled back and gave a nod and look of understanding

it didn't take me too long to find jared since, like me, he was a giant at six foot four and i was six foot two. and i found him sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed and his back turned as i huffed softly.

"hey, jarebear..." i spoke softly as i sat down next to him and he turned to look at me

"...hey tia pia, you alright?" he asked as i smiled and nodded my head but not before making sure he was okay

"yes but, what about you? i know that scene and jensen's took a lot out of you and especially since they were right after the other. so, are you sure you're okay?" i questioned, tilting my head slightly as jared smiled as he played with his fingers

"i...i mean, i'm okay. yeah, that wasn't my favourite thing to film right now but, i think it'll become a favourite of mine later down the road. i think i'm just still struggling with the fact that the end has finally come..." he trailed off in a small, sad voice as i nodded my head and placed my head on his shoulder as he chuckled at the motion

"i understand. i mean, it wasn't my favourite to film either but i already know it'll be my favourite episode, without a doubt. we did a good job jared but don't forget, don't say that we're saying goodbye to the winchesters because we're not. we're just saying see you later as we'll always be dean, sam and delilah," i smiled softly as i reached over to grab jared's hand which he accepted without hesitation

i knew he needed some comfort and, to be honest, i did too and this was the way we both felt comfort, by being touched. i think it's now kind of obvious that we're related in real life because we basically have one of the same love languages.

"yeah, i don't think i could ever think about saying goodbye to sam winchester, ever," jared whispered as i nodded my head as i fidgeted mindlessly with the veins on jared's hands which made him giggle

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now that all the death scenes (so far), had been filmed, checked over and only needing the first takes filmed, it was time to post about it. i mean, i was saying see you later to my beautiful delilah winchester and i obviously had to post about it on instagram because i didn't do that in the morning.

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tiahnipadalecki well, delilah winchester, we're coming to the end of our fifteen-year journey on supernatural but before any spoilers or anything about what we just finished filming can be spoilt, i just want to send the biggest thank you for allowing me bring your story to life. this photo is one of the last photos i ever took "as" delilah winchester and, i have to say, it's got to be my favourite photo as i got to wear a wedding dress that has got nothing to do with what happens during season fifteen but especially the final episode. because, let's just say that, what i can say, is that the wedding dress is completely irrelevant.

delilah winchester, you taught me so much over these fifteen years and i couldn't be any more grateful for those things. sure, you were so much like your older brother dean but, in all honesty, you were so much more like sam than anyone. you, like sam, hated hunting and left the life for college, only to be brought back in to help your brothers after dad never returned. you taught me so much about how to be confident, how to stand up for yourself and that it is okay to not only stand up for your family but also stand up to your family. having you as my imaginary friend for the last fifteen years has been incredible and i couldn't ever thank you enough for having me as your vessel on the show to share your story. you have given me the utmost joy to play and just know that it would take me less than a heartbeat if another opportunity to play you arises because i could never ever be apart from you. delilah winchester, what a gal you are, thank you for everything and i'll see you soon 🤍

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jaredpadalecki i have to agree, this is also my favourite photo of you as delilah! also, this post was so sweet and i'm glad you got to say this 🤍

jensenacklesi thought we all agreed to not make each other cry anymore or did i just miss the memo completely...

tiahnipadalecki jensenackles you missed the memo my friend, i'm sorry

cw_supernatural we love you so much tiahni, thank you for bringing the best out of delilah winchester 🤍

robenedict no one could ever play delilah winchester better than the original!

misha i'm already in tears knowing i'm gonna be in pieces watching that final episode!

genpadalecki my delilah winchester 🤍

thank you for teaching me everything, delilah winchester, you will always be my voice of reason.

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ok, this ending was a bit wack but, like already mentioned, i had this idea for a while so, i hope it's good!

ily xx

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 225

Inside Man/Kill the Moon

“Inside Man”

Plot Description: Sam and Castiel set out on a mission to find a cure for the Mark of Cain, and Crowley’s relationship with Rowena is put to the rest

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

Goddammit, let Bobby rest!! He earned that

(Cut to 24 hours earlier)

It’s a good thing the brothers know each other like that because Sam wanting to go off to some other city to see a foreign film on their off day is not convincing me as the viewer. How that convinced Dean, I don’t know

If we want to get…….oh. It wasn’t “if we want to get rid of the Mark, we have to get rid of Dean” it’s “it’s we have to get back in cahoots with Metatron”

Crowley, can you KNOCK?!

She looks stunning in purple…the costumers have been so wonderful to me

She’s got herself a lil boy toy…maybe. Or she made up a boy toy to cover up her real motives, which is even funnier

Cas isn’t allowed in heaven?!

🥹Hannah🥹 it does make me sad to see them opposing each other though

How do you break Metatron out of jail……….oh. That’s why they need Bobby, I bet

“You can be damned AND a conscientious worker” man, you don’t HAVE to be though

How does Dean have that many people in his phone? No offense, man

Sam’s :/ yet undeterred face when faced with a billion “No trespassing” and “keep out” signs

I love sasstiel. “And you’re….what ARE you?” “…I’m an angel” “that…no you can’t be” “why not?”

This psychic calling Metatron a creepy hobbit lookin fellow. It honestly made me laugh out loud in the break room

Dean…now you’re just being mean. There’s hustling someone at pool and then there’s taking that kid’s watch that his dad gave him. Yeah he’s an asshole college kid, but damn

There is no rest for Bobby…

She dressed up so nicely to go try to kill Dean, and she’s so unrepentantly evil. Fuck, I love her so much.

Ewwww…the structure of heaven is really…terrible. It’s all sterile hallways with alphabetized rooms where every individual person gets their version of heaven. It’s not what it should be

GIRLIE!!! You literally cut yourself up and blamed Dean to get Crowley to turn on him. And I love how she absolutely cuts Crowley to the core with her words

Omg a revolt of all the Robert and Roberto and Roberta Singers that Bobby broke out of their respective heavens

That was such a funny action movie sequence. Cas jumping into the portal to heaven and sliding through the door

“Dean has given up” “And you idjits haven’t.” “Would you?” “Hell no” Cas and Bobby deserved more screen time together

God, this sit down talk between Dean and Crowley…they ARE friends. They’re somehow still friends

I hate Metatron as much as the next guy (and the next guys have called him a creepy hobbit and a fraggle, so…) but him calling Cas Asstiel will never not be funny

YES, CAS! “You’re gonna be MY punching bag”

I promise I still hate him but he gets so many funny lines. How much time did he spend thinking about

I am…so damn impressed with Sam and Cas’s plan. They just STOLE METATRON’S GRACE AND THEN SAM SHOT HIM IN THE LEG just to get the leverage they need

I want her to burn it all down. I appreciate that Crowley is choosing himself, and it’s great for him…but I want her to go ballistic, just completely of the deep end with rage. I need it like air

I’m not lying when I say that Bobby telling Sam in a letter that he’s a good man, one of the best, and he’s damn proud of him is making me tear up. With all the doubts that Sam’s had that he’s a good person, that he’s not just cursed…

“Kill the Moon”

Plot Description: The Doctor and Clara crash land on the Moon to find a world of horror

This…only takes place 26 years from RIGHT NOW. 2014 was such an optimistic time. Y’all really thought we’d be going to the moon again? I wish I could believe that. PEOPLE? On the MOON?!

Please tell me that the astronaut that was in the cold open with Clara is a future Courtney Woods! (I love that she’s back in the post opening credits scene, so THAT is what I’m holding out hope for)

Oh…not future Courtney…present Courtney is on the moon

“One small thing for a thing. One enormous thing for a thingything” honestly, I’m not mad at her. First girl on the moon and those are her first words on the surface? Love it for her

The shuttle says United States, WHY does everyone still have an accent from across the pond? The TARDIS doesn’t need to translate it. They’re all speaking English

WHY ARE THERE SPIDERWEBS IN THE ABANDONED SHELTER?!?! WHO BROUGHT SPIDERS TO THE MOON????

Nooooooooo. No I don’t like whatever’s living here

THAT IS A HUGE AND GROSS SPIDER. This is also the worst soundscape I’ve ever experienced. It’s the amplified sound of weird skittering and then IT ECHOES BECAUSE WHY NOT

Courtney Woods 2024. I don’t care that she’s not American, in the face of great danger (a giant spider) she was cool calm collected enough to do what needed to be done (all purpose cleaner it to death. Kills 99.9% of all germs. I guess huge spiders count, too)

THAT WAS A MOON GERM?!?! No. I refuse to accept it. Why? I hate it

I also don’t like knowing what the twist is. I know I’ve said it before but so much of the Moffat era is depends on not knowing the twist

Courtney is an ICON. She retches in the TARDIS, which sends her a little off the rails because the Doctor then tells her she’s not special, so Clara tries to get the Doctor to just take that statement back, but that’s not good enough for him, he needs to make the statement untrue, she has to be special now, so he takes her to the FREAKING MOON where she becomes a sort of hero because no one knew how to kill the giant spider looking germs, and the second she’s sent to the TARDIS for her own safety, what does she do? POST PICTURES OF HER TRIP TO TUMBLR

I need to know…ok, the actress playing the astronaut was 47 when this was filmed. If we take that age and make it her character’s age in this episode, that means this character is 47 in 2049. She is 21 today. She was 12 when this episode aired…do not come into my hellsite and tell me “my granny used to post things on tumblr” Your granny MAY very well be here for all I know, but don’t pretend you weren’t, too. YOU ARE NOT THAT FAR IN THE FUTURE. You signed up on your 13th birthday in 2015. I cannot let this go. “Courtney’s posting stuff to tumblr, doesn’t that know where you are?” “I don’t know, I’m not a historian” BITCH. WHAT. STOP THIS BLASPHEMY RIGHT NOW

Oof, now we’ve entered the part of the episode that’s gonna make me mad but not in a fun way.

The optimism that we could have a female president by the time 2049 rolls around…..

You can’t expect someone with an amount of Time Lord DNA to go kill hitler if they were in 1930s Germany?? Really??? Have you forgotten your wife so soon?

So they’re letting Earth democratically vote whether or not to blow up the moon, which is an egg, by whether or not they turn out their lights. Lights out on earth means lights out for the moon. It’s not even a close vote (but I’ve now had the ending spoiled for me and I’m not happy about it)

And then Clara decides on her own that ALL OF EARTH’s decision wasn’t as important as her own feelings on the matter. And to make matters worse, she gets justified in her actions by the narrative because everything worked out anyway no harm done

Is that really what we should be doing though? I’m not saying checking out our own space neighborhood wouldn’t be interesting but every time in this rewatch when they mention some human colony out in space somewhere…like, SHOULD WE BE COLONIZING SPACE THOUGH?! And it’s gonna last FOREVER?!

Wait. Pausing how much this episode makes me mad to say Courtney ACTUALLY becomes president of the United States?!

Ok but honestly, how much DID the Doctor know? Because if he knew that it would all work out and how humanity starts to travel to the stars because of this day and didn’t let them make an INFORMED DECISION, that’s…I can understand why Clara is so upset with him right now. She took the fate of humanity in her own hands and didn’t know how it would shake out, but the Doctor might have and he just fucking vanished. She has every right to be furious with him

She will never look at the moon the same way again

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #I get really defensive of the hellsite in this one

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Jennifer Lopez in Her Own Words (and Everyone Else’s)

She has been a dominant force in pop culture for 30 years. So how did Jennifer Lopez do it? Here, she, her friends, and her collaborators share the lowdown on J.Lo.

By: In Style Editors

April 5, 2021

After three decades of nonstop performing, you would think that Jennifer Lopez might take a break. But…nope. "I'm in the best shape of my life," she says. And her friends and colleagues — Leah Remini, Ben Affleck, Michelle Obama, Marc Anthony, and many, many more — concur. Perhaps rapper Fat Joe puts it best. "She's Jenny the Icon. She's not just from the Bronx no more…"

In the beginning...

Abraham Quintanilla Jr. (father of the late Tejano star Selena, whom Lopez portrayed in Selena, 1997): When I met Jennifer, she had been mostly a dancer and at that time was focusing on acting. I recall that early in the Selena production, we filmed the Astrodome concert scene with 30,000 Selena fans as the audience. After it was finished, [my wife] Marcella and I were walking with Jennifer to the dressing rooms. Jennifer stopped and said, "Look at my arms. I have goosebumps." I asked her why, and she replied, "I've never been in front of 30,000 screaming fans." At that moment, you could see in her eyes that she had experienced the excitement of performing live in front of an audience and she wanted to be a part of that entertainment world, which is so different from the acting world. She had the vision.

Jennifer Lopez: Abraham is right. At that point in my career, I had never performed onstage in front of 30,000 people. I felt a huge responsibility to do everything right and to play Selena in the way that her fans and her family would love. I wanted to document her in history in the most beautiful way. I remember feeling comfortable up there and in my own skin and that performing came naturally to me.

Judy Greer (co-star in The Wedding Planner, 2001): Everyone on set was calling her Jen-Lo — there was no J.Lo yet. I'd like to think that it all started there, on a soundstage in Glendale, CA. (I am sure it didn't, but I can pretend I was there at the beginning.)

Lopez: The name J.Lo came from [the late rapper] Heavy D. He used to come by the studio for my first album [On the 6, 1999] and would call me Jenny-Lo, Jennifer-Lo, or J.Lo.When I was doing my second album, I decided to call it J.Lo [2001], and I believe that's when it really stuck!

Tyler Posey (co-star in Maid in Manhattan, 2002): I worked with Jennifer when I was 10 years old. She was always on time and always gave 1,000 percent when she was acting or talking to someone lower than her pay grade. Everyone was treated equally. About halfway through the shoot, she bought me an Xbox! I couldn't believe it.

On her incomparable work ethic:

Marc Anthony (singer and ex-husband): The thing about Jennifer is her ability to see and understand things before they happen. Before she even brings an idea up, she has visualized it a thousand times. And if anyone says it might not be the greatest idea, she'll say, "You just don't see it yet." Nine times out of 10, she'll nail it. She's the first one in the room and the last to leave. The hardest worker I've ever met. When we were together, it was quite the opposite for me. That has changed since. I learned so much from her. She's the original!

Michelle Obama: The world knows that Jennifer is blessed with many gifts — talent, beauty, and an unparalleled work ethic. But what impresses me the most about her is her unwavering commitment to leverage those gifts and use her platform to give voice to the voiceless. Whether it's working to improve health care for mothers and children, encouraging more people to vote, or singing her heart out at a presidential inauguration, Jennifer has always known that life is best when it's shared with others.

Ben Affleck (ex-fiancé and co-star in Gigli, 2003): I thought I had a good work ethic, but I was completely humbled and blown away by what she was committed to doing day in and day out, the seriousness in which she took her work, the quiet and dedicated way she went about accomplishing her goals, and then how she would go back and redouble her efforts. She remains, to this day, the hardest-working person I've come across in this business. She has great talent, but she has also worked very hard for her success, and I'm so happy for her that she seems, at long last, to be getting the credit she deserves.

Charlize Theron (actor and friend): Jennifer is an absolute powerhouse. I can't begin to comprehend how she does all that she does, always giving 120 percent, and she has made it seem effortless for 30 years. To call her a triple threat doesn't come close to describing her—she's all of the threats!

Lopez: I love what I do. I'm passionate about it. Every day does not seem like a job to me. I can honestly say I'm living a dream, and I'm grateful every day that I wake up. I have tireless energy for what I do. I also have an amazing team who help me in every single way both personally and professionally. I really believe the most important thing is to have great people around you.

Matthew McConaughey (co-star in The Wedding Planner): Jennifer Lopez — what can she not do? Extremely deliberate, intentional, fully choreographed, and self-aware, she even knows how to make accidents look like accidents. When we acted in scenes together, she would turn in take after take as if timed on a meter, 1:01, 1:00, 1:02, 1:01…yet you couldn't tell that she was keeping a clock. Her success is not happenstance.

Leah Remini (close friend and co-star in Second Act, 2018): I had actually never worked with her before Second Act. I'm messing around with her before we're starting, and she's like, "Hey, dummy, you want to go over the lines for the scene we're about to do?" She would do things where she would talk about where our characters just came from, like in acting class. I was like, "Oh, good for you. You're an actor's actor." I was thinking more about what we were having for lunch.

Lorene Scafaria (writer and director of Hustlers, 2019): People ask what it was like to be behind the camera for [Lopez's character] Ramona's dance in Hustlers, which was, of course, electrifying, but I was just as gobsmacked watching Jennifer in the diner scene, convincing the audience that doing something illegal and objectively wrong was not only a good idea but justifiable. The dark turn that [initially] scared studio heads out of a green light was now an amen moment thanks to the power of Jennifer's sermon.

Lili Reinhart (co-star in Hustlers): Jennifer never flubbed a line when I worked with her. Even shooting late into the night, she was always in good spirits and had high energy. Can we please do a Hustlersreunion at a strip club when the pandemic ends?

Lopez: I've had the same approach to acting and the same teacher, Aaron Speiser, since I first started in my 20s. We go through the script together, talk about who the character is, and consider the effects of what they experience. I've become confident in the process, and I trust myself more. When you start out, you are so afraid you'll forget something and that you won't be able to deliver in front of the camera. I don't have that [issue] now. I've always said that preparation and rehearsal make me very confident when it's time to perform, and with experience, it gets even better.

All about that J.Lo glow:

Fat Joe (friend and frequent collaborator): J.Lo is J.Lo, OK? So if J.Lo walks into the party, she will smell so good that when she walks to the other side of the room, you can still smell her.

Bozoma Saint John (CMO, Netflix): Her skin is literal perfection. That's it. LOL. There's nothing more to say because it's true.

Affleck: Where are you keeping the fountain of youth? Why do you look the same as you did in 2003 and it kind of looks like I'm in my 40s…at best?

Lopez: I don't have any [beauty] secrets except JLo Beauty — and I'm giving them all to everyone with every product. Ben is funny! He still looks pretty good too.

I also think I'm in the best shape of my life. In my 20s and 30s I used to work out but not like I do now. It's not that I work out more; I just work out harder and smarter. And it doesn't take me as long as it did in the past. I do it more for my health than I do for looks, which is funny. When you do things for the right reasons, you actually look better!

And her style:

Olivier Rousteing (creative director, Balmain): I worked with Jennifer for the Met Gala [in 2018]. We danced at the fitting when she was trying on her dresses — and laughed so much. But the best time of my life had to be the day after the red carpet, dancing with J.Lo at the Boom Boom Room [in New York]. Imagine how it feels when you're obsessed with her, you love her so much, and you dance with her, your favorite icon. That was one of the things I loved the most.

Donatella Versace (artistic director, Versace): On International Women's Day, I was scrolling down my Instagram feed, and I saw this image of Jen holding a card saying, "I'm limitless." That made me stop for a moment, and so many memories came to mind: from the first time we met in Paris, her incredible career, the moments in Versace that will remain forever ingrained in everyone's imagination, and so on… But then it hit me again. That word: "Limitless." It describes her perfectly. Her discipline, her courage, her resilience, her hard work, her intelligence… rarely have I met someone who had a dream and worked so hard to achieve it. When you are in the same room with Jennifer, you can almost feel her energy pulsating through her veins and filling the space around her. I love her with all my heart.

Tom Ford: It goes without saying that Jennifer is one of the most beautiful and talented women in the world. But the greatest thing about her is that she is a kind and empathetic person. She is spectacular in every way, and I have tremendous admiration for her.

On President Biden's inauguration:

Remini: Would you think that she was going to text you right back after watching her performance at the inauguration? No, but I knew that she would. I texted a whole paragraph, and then right away I saw the little dots [that she was typing back]. Like, "Baby, really? Was it good?"

Lopez: It was a huge honor to be asked to perform at an inauguration. When [then] President-Elect Biden's team called [my manager] Benny [Medina] and said that he'd asked specifically for me, I thought, "What am I going to sing?" I knew he wanted a touch of something in Spanish because that had not been done. I wanted to represent women, minorities, Latinos, and all Americans in the best way I could. The songs that I chose had huge significance to me, and the way that I chose them was very carefully crafted to be inclusive and unifying. I was very happy with the way it came out.

[As for the texting] we drove to the airport right after the performance, so I was on my phone and I got to answer a bunch of friends, my mom, and my family. It was at that time that I realized the impact that it had!

Her lessons to live by...

Fat Joe: We were shooting this video in the Bronx called "Hold You Down" [2005], and it was freezing. I had on this huge, bubble goose-down coat, long johns, boots with three pairs of socks, and warmers in my boots and for my hands. And here's J.Lo in a tube top and a miniskirt shooting that scene with me. And I never told her, but in my mind I was just like, "Man, this woman got way more money than me and I'm freezing, but I better not complain because she hasn't complained once!" So I don't care if I'm in the desert in 100 degrees—I never make excuses. Whenever I talk to other artists or need to give myself a pep talk, I go right back to that moment.

Lopez: I definitely remember being on the video of "Hold You Down" and how cold it was. I had to sing to the song, but my lips were frozen, and I couldn't move them. It's funny that Joe remembers that. But overall, I'm not a complainer — especially when I'm working on set. I am there to do a job, and that's what I should do. Believe it or not, I don't want to burden anyone with my thirst, or if I'm cold or uncomfortable. That might be something that my mom and dad instilled in me. You just have to be grateful to be doing what you're doing. It's a very Latino thing. Be happy with what you have.

...including the healing power of cookies:

Remini: We often have sleepovers. But if I'm having a hard week, my friend will do things for me. She's a big bath person. So she'll fill a tub for me, put rose petals in, light candles. She makes the chicken cutlets and rice that I like — her Puerto Rican rice. She makes my coffee the way I like it. She'll bring it on a tray with some chocolate chip cookies.

Elaine Goldsmith-Thomas (close friend and partner in Nuyorican Productions): To me, she's Jennifer — a girl who likes to cozy up on the sofa with her kids [twins Max and Emme] and her friends and watch old musicals, eat popcorn and maybe a cookie or seven. She's also a person who flew in for every chemo treatment I had 16 years ago, rubbed my bald head, and dreamed with me so I wouldn't forget that tomorrow was possible. And it was. She's an amazing mother, a beautiful dreamer, and the best friend I've ever had. Everyone needs a compass. Lucky for me, I found mine.

Ryan Seacrest (co-host of American Idol when Lopez was a judge from 2011 to 2016): Jennifer is obviously in great shape. She stays fit, she works out, but she eats what she wants, and I deprive myself. And she said, "Why are you depriving? Just have a bite of the cookie, Ryan. You don't have to have the whole cookie." And so I live my life now trying to think about having a bite of the cookie, not the whole cookie. It's not going so well.

Lopez: One day I'm going to let everyone in on my secret cookie recipe. It came from a secret couple, and these cookies are my favorite. Someday I'll give you the J-dough! And, actually, I think that's what I'll call it!

Jennifer Lopez: Mother, Icon

Kat Coiro (director of Marry Me, to be released February 2022): Jennifer was always FaceTiming her kids [on set], having them come visit, leaving a grueling week to go spend the weekend with them. As a working mom myself, it was nice to see someone who kicked butt at their job and gave themselves over fully to their craft but also spent every waking hour when she wasn't working being with her family!

Constance Wu (co-star in Hustlers): Her kids, sister, and mom would come to set a lot and are a big part of her life. They're all really kind and down-to-earth.

Lopez: It's hard for any working mom. You feel guilt anytime you have to work and cannot take care of your kids. It's a balance, and I do the best I can. It doesn't matter if I'm on location or if I'm in the house with them — we are communicating, we are laughing, and we are spending time together. And sometimes I'm even nagging at them to brush their teeth, get into bed to get up for school, all the things you have to do. I cannot begin to list the things that my kids have taught me about myself. I'd have to write a whole separate book on that.

DJ Khaled (collaborator on "Dinero," 2018): I've been blessed to work with J.Lo multiple times. She's so special and has a different kind of drive that very few people have — it's what makes everything she touches legendary. That's what makes her iconic.

Lopez: Honestly, I don't get caught up in those types of words [like "icon"]. I'd rather keep my nose down, keep working and doing what I do, like being creative and enjoying my life. When you start thinking too much about those things, you become egotistical. I'm interested in growing and evolving every day, being better as a person, better at what I do, and better at being a mom. I think what makes someone iconic is when they can create the different moments they can imprint on the world.

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