#need more pics without the jacket on asap

[quick-catton]

the fucking tie i am not doing well

#ohhh my fucking god #gnawing my knuckles down to the bone #need more pics without the jacket on asap #for science #barry keoghan #saltburn #oliver quick

[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

Forgotten

(Pic found on Google. Edit is mine)

Summary: Bucky survived a fatal accident. He didn’t lose his life, but without realizing it, he lost everything else. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Prompt: Temporary Amnesia for Make Me Feel Bingo @girl-next-door-writes // Amnesia AU for @buckybingo // Plane Crash for @anyfandomangstbingo // Picture #1 (Bucky’s Captain America TFA) for @buckybarnesbingo // Warnings: Plane crash, amnesia, angst, temporary amnesia, fluff, happy ending, second chances, established relationship, alternative universe Word Count: 1349 A/N: This was also written for @wonder-cole 's Fortunate 500 Challenge with the prompt “I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door”

You were coming from the garden when you saw that Bucky was wearing his blue jacket and that only meant one thing, he was required at work “I’m needed at the airport asap. I’ll call you when I arrive. Love you” he said, giving you a quick peck to the lips, and he left the house without you saying anything.

Two days after he left, you haven’t heard anything about him. It wasn’t odd, sometimes work was too much and he didn’t have the time to call, but one way or another, you knew he was safe, but this time was different. You knew that if anything had happened to him, you were going to be notified, but no one has contacted you yet, and not knowing anything was killing you.

You were cleaning the kitchen with the tv as background noise when the flash news showed up on interrupting the show that was airing notifying that a plane was found in the woods and there were no survivors. Your knees gave up and you fell on the floor, you knew it was Bucky’s plane. You could feel it. The next few hours were the worst you experienced so far. You tried to contact the company where Bucky was working but no one answered it. You were going insane. You kept calling them but you didn’t have any luck. No one was answering.

Later that evening, you received a call from the hospital. Bucky was there and he was alive. You couldn’t believe it, he was alive. He survived the plane crash. You thanked all the Gods out there and headed to the hospital. When you arrived, one of the nurses was waiting for you. Once she spotted you, she took you to Bucky’s doctor. He was waiting for you.

The doctor explained to you that Bucky was in a coma and that he needed time to wake up. He also mentioned how extensive were his wounds and the most concerning one was the one in his head. Until he woke up, they didn’t know how much damage had been caused. So, you had to wait. You didn’t know how much time, but you were going to be by his side no matter what. The wait was long and slow, Bucky’s injuries started to heal but he wasn’t waking up and that was the scariest part.

Twenty days after the accident, Bucky woke up. The doctor recommended you wait at least one more day to finally see him, it hurt you but one of the nurses told you it was the best, it was to avoid overwhelming him. The following day, after one of the nurses told him you were there, you entered his room. “Hi Buck, how are you feeling?” you asked“I’m feeling fine, after everything they told me that happened, I feel fine. Thanks" he smiled, “Yeah, everything was so scary. Not knowing anything about—” Bucky sighed and you stopped talking, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to sound rude, but… Do I know you?” he asked you and your heart broke. You knew this was a possibility but you were hoping it didn’t.

You thought for a second on how to tell him, you looked at your ring and looked back at him, “I’m your fiance,” you said with teary eyes “I...I” Bucky stammered “I wish I could remember you. I’m sorry” he finally said “Is fine,” you told him and sighed, “I’ll leave you alone so you can rest. Goodbye Buck,” you said getting up “Bye Miss… It was a pleasure to meet you,” you looked at him, “The name is Y/N'' you slightly smiled “I wish you the best'' you said and left the room. The nurse saw you leaving the room, she approached you and she said “I’m sorry” you looked at her with you tear-stained face and smiled sadly, “Can you give him this?” you said removing the ring. It was useless for you to keep it, he didn’t remember you.

After staying with him for twenty-two days in the hospital, you got back to your shared apartment, you packed your things, and left your life behind. You stayed with a friend for a few days and then you moved to another state, you needed to start a new life away from the person you thought was the love of your life.

It had been a few months since you left Bucky and everything behind, you were working as a barista at a bakery and you got back to school. Your life had changed a lot since the accident and you were grateful. It had helped you to find yourself again, something you didn’t know was lost, you were happy Bucky was doing alright after surviving a plane crash, but if it wasn’t because of it, you wouldn’t be the one who you were now, someone happy.

You were at the bakery working your regular shift, when you heard the doorbell ring, you lifted your eyes from the counter and you saw him, Bucky was there, looking hotter than ever. You tried to leave at the back but he saw you first. “Y/N? Can I talk to you?” you sighed “ I can’t now, I’m working” you shoved your hands up motioning to what you were doing. You sighed again and you went to the front desk, you took out your notepad and pen and jot something down. “Meet me here in two hours. Now, I have work to do, if you don’t want anything, you can go” You didn’t want to sound rude, but you weren’t expecting him to show up out of nowhere. It took you a lot of effort and shaded tears to get over him.

Three hours later, someone knocked on your door. You knew it wasn’t Bucky, since he hasn’t shown up when you told him, and something he always hated was being late. You opened up and he was there. Both of you smiled and you let him get in. “I’ll be quick I promise,” he said, handing you a little box with one bright pink rose. You smiled at the gesture, he remembered it.

“Look, after leaving the bakery, I started to drive back to my place. I felt it was wrong, it wasn’t fair for you to show up unannounced” you nodded, and instinctively you touched his flesh arm and started to caress it “but I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door. Something forced me to come back to you. There is something in here” he said pointing at his heart and intertwining his fingers with yours “that misses you. I haven’t got my full memory back, the doctors said it was temporary, but uhm…” he caressed the back of his neck with his metal arm, “I miss you.” you sighed and pressed your forehead to his shoulder “I want you back, please” he begged “let’s do this again,” you looked at him “do what?” you asked “this” he said taking your engagement ring out from his pocket “let me meet you again,” With his flesh hand he started to caress your cheek and you leaned to his touch “let me fall in love with you again, please.” Your eyes filled with tears, you didn’t know what to say, were you ready to go back to him? were you ready to be with him again?

You were struggling to find the right words to answer and Bucky was growing impatient “I’m sorry,” he said, he removed his hand from your face and turned around to leave but something in you didn’t want him gone, so you grabbed him from his wrist and pulled him in towards you, as soon as he turned around you kissed him.

“I thought I was over you, but I guess I was wrong because I don’t want you to leave,” you said, hugging him. “This is a yes?” you nodded “Let’s get to know each other again.” And just like that, you started to fall in love with him one more time.

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[dat-fandom-losertown]

I LOVE YOUR PACIFIC RIM AU SO FAR!!! I was so engrossed I almost forgot to sleep last night! I love how you portray things, and you write very well! If it's okay to ask, do you have any examples of what you think the characters wear? I know you explained some, but I'm a bit visual when it comes to outfits (in my head I just imagine them in whatever suits the Mood™ :'3). If not that's okay!!! I wouldn't mind a (more?) thorough word-explanation, either!!! Please and thank you? :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I am so touched that you like TDBU so much!! Is it weird to say that I saw you liked each chapter and it 100% made my day?  And, like, the mom friend in me wants to yell “DON’T SKIP SLEEP”, but I can’t count all of the times I’ve pulled an all nighter just to finish a good fic so... 😂😂 But really, thank you so much for taking the time to read TDBU and leaving an ask!! 😄💖

As for what the characters wear, I plan on drawing the main 4 once my Hand and Brain decide they wanna work together Lol (I hate artist’s block), but for now I’ll try giving you a description and various reference pictures of what they wear, because I don’t think I ever went into real detail about it. Clothing is one thing I usually don’t think about often in real life, and, looking back, my writing really shows it 😅🤣

This got really long because I did everyone (because not everyone gets a custom wardrobe like the main 4) and I love to ramble and talk a lot, so I put it all under the cut 😊

Basically, in my AU, trainees are allowed to wear basically whatever they want as long as it’s “gym appropriate” (but no shorts). So for the OC trainees, imagine a lot of yoga pants, leggings, tennis shoes, fitted T-shirts, and tough pants. All of the background employees and Luther wear the cannon Pacific Rim uniform (the first and second outfits), with the only exceptions being the scientists and Chloe (they go semi casual, some good examples can be found using Google Images), and Marshal Fowler (who also follows cannon; the third pic).

For Markus, Simon, North, and Josh, I imagine them wearing things that are close to cannon like below. Just imagine that North’s shirt doesn’t go off one shoulder, and Josh loses the jacket, and Simon and Markus lose the turtlenecks/hoods. They all, of course, have their casual outfits, but whenever Connor or Ritch see them, it’s like this. The one exception being at the party where they were all wearing various types of pajamas and comfort clothes (imagine whatever you want for the pajamas, honestly).

I imagine Hank wearing clothes close to Cannon as well (at least for now), like below. That’s his favorite sweatshirt and is seen most frequently in it along with various, dark-colored sweat pants that usually have food stains or random, small holes at the seams from age. Although, as Connor mentioned briefly in the last chapter, he has seen Hank without his infamous sweatshirt once when he dropped the alcohol off the night of the party (and I am offended at myself for not pointing that out in that chapter. It was supposed to me a very minor thirst moment for Connor because Hank’s arms are 👌 in this AU), and that was the stained, grey T-shirt we all know from the “Wake Up Lieutenant” scene. He also either wears an old pair of tennis shoes or slippers depending on how his day is going/what kind of mood he was in that morning (Connor will actually mention this in the next chapter, which will be up tomorrow!!).

Gavin is where things start to deviate (no pun intended) from cannon. He normally wears a grey (any shade as dark or darker than below) or a muted red T-shirt (similar below). He always wears dark (either blue or grey/black) fitted jeans (but not skinny or tight!!) with it, but no jacket. He’s technically a full-time Jaeger pilot, so he needs to wear clothes he can easily and quickly change out of so he can get into uniform and to the jaeger ASAP. A jacket and tight pants are two more obstacles between him and a city-destroying alien, but he’s also vain enough to not want to wear the official uniform all the time and to not go around looking like Anderson.

The only connection to D:BH cannon that Ritch and Connor’s wardrobe have are their “light and dark” color schemes. Their wardrobe is almost completely identical, with the only major differences being the colors and the fact that Ritch has heeled boots**. The pictures below show what Connor wears every single day (minus the gloves; he only wears those during training), but his shirts can be any shade of dark grey, and he has another set of pants that are navy blue. The second picture is more accurate to what Connor wears as pants than the first pic (whch should also help explain how he hid so many alcohol bottles without it being immediately suspicious), but the belt is the same as the first pic. All you need to do to get Ritch’s outfits is replace the black shirt with a white, off-white, or silver/light grey shirt, make his pants grey (he always makes sure his pants are darker than his shirt, but lighter than Connor’s shirt), and replace the boots for the ones in the third picture. His gloves and boots are both black for dirt and blood reasons, but his belt is a dark grey so it doesn’t "clash” with the light color scheme.

**Ritch fully realizes how dangerous it is to fight in heels, but by the time Amanda had adopted them and started their training, Ritch had been stealing heels and wearing them every day for years in order to be significantly taller than Connor and more easily differentiated from him, so his leg muscles and feet had literally grown used to the incline of the heels. Wearing normal boots (like Connor’s) was (and still is) uncomfortable for him. There will be more details and such about this discussed within the next 2 or 3 chapters, but know that there’s a low chance of him breaking an ankle or something while training or fighting due to reasons. (I’m taking some creative liberties with Ritch’s “shoe problem” because [both thankfully and frustratingly] I couldn’t anything about overuse of high heels by children or anyone else with developing muscles. However, the effects Ritch has in this fic do happen to women after years of almost daily wear, just to a lesser extent, but nowhere on the sites I used said that the heels were higher than 3 inches, which was the minimum Ritch was wearing.)

#long post #I don't know why the cut is glitching #but I apologize for that #The Drift Between Us #Nirlan talks too much

[dramaqueeenamby]

SB: Busy and Unloved

A/N: This was purely inspired by @theresnomoregoodones tagging me in the pic below. 

Warning: Sad Bun Bun :/

Words: 1.6K

Busy and Unloved

Bunme liked spending time with her baba and vice versa. This was a fact.

Sure, both the king and his princess loved spending time with their queen as well, but there was something so innocent and pure about father-daughter time.

Truly speaking, T’Challa cherished every second that he could spend with his baby girl, but sometimes, she didn’t understand that being a king, and a warrior, meant that his free time was limited.

He was ruling a kingdom, helping other nations throughout the world, while acting as an unofficial member of the Avengers, not to mention his personal obligations to close friends and family.

It was a lot at times, even for the Black Panther himself.

And as of lately, it was slightly stressful even with all of the people who worked for or with him. Many tasks required him personally.

There were a few situations where he could send a representative in his stead, like Nala, who was currently in the UN representing Wakanda while he stayed home and juggled everything else.

“And I was also thinking that we could-“ T’Challa stopped talking when he noticed that Erik was looking at the time. “What is it?”

“Bro, it’s 3:00.”

T’Challa remained unbothered. “Okay….”

He rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t baby girl get out of school at 3:00?”

T’Challa’s eyes widened as he stood from his desk. “Glory to Bast, how could I forget!”

“Your ass getting old,” Erik shrugged, watching as T’Challa struggled to quickly straighten up his desk.

T’Challa suddenly stopped when his Kimoyo beads went off. “Fuck!”

Erik furrowed his brows. His cousin rarely dropped F-bombs. “What is it?”

“I have a meeting with the prime minister of France in ten minutes.” The king sighed, ran his hands over his face, and closed his eyes. “Can y-“

“Oh hell no.” Erik easily rejected. This was the third day in a row that he’d forgotten to pick up Bunme, sending Okoye and Shuri on the previous two occasions. “I just closed up that case from the last time I went to her school.”

T’Challa opened his mouth then closed it. “What court case?”

Erik froze. “Huh?”

“What court case?” T’Challa repeated with the same volume. “N'Jadaka, what did you d-“

“Don’t even worry about all that, cuz. Look, I’mma go pick up baby girl for you, so don’t even sweat it.” Erik assured as he quickly gathered

his jacket and started to head out the door. “Good luck with the PM.”

—

Bunme was sitting in the principal’s office with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. She didn’t like being in that room. It always made her feel like she’d done something wrong.

“Princess Bunme,” the secretary spoke with a forced smile. “Perhaps we should call your aunt-“

“No.” Bunme quickly shut down. “My baba is coming.”

The woman frowned and rubbed her temples before walking back over to her desk.

She really needed a new job.

“Sup’ Lil bit,” Erik spoke with a big grin as he sauntered into the room ten minutes later.

“Bad Kitty!” Bunme’s face broke into a wide grin as she hopped off the seat and sprinted across the room, running into his arms as he bent down to greet her. “Where’s baba?”

Erik frowned, watching as she looked over his shoulder to search for her father.

“He-uh-he couldn’t make it, Bun.” He quietly informed, watching as her smile fell and was replaced with a frown.

“Why?” She said quietly, the disappointment all over her impressionable face. “He said he would.”

Erik really was starting to regret offering to get her, not because he didn’t want to, but because he feared the reaction that he was getting. He didn’t like seeing Bunme upset. It made him wanna punch somebody.

“He really wanted to, kid, but he forgot he had a really big meeting, and he just couldn’t leave.”

“Oh.” Her head dropped, and so did Erik’s stomach.

“But hey, he asked me to take you to get some ice cream after I pick you up, that sound fun?” Erik forced a wide grin, hoping that Bunme would reciprocate it.

“No thank you, Uncle Erik.”  She sadly shook her head. “I just wanna go home.”

Erik’s shoulders fell. “Okay, lil’ bit.” He walked over and grabbed her book bag, walking the despondent little princess out the school.

He was going to kill T’Challa.

—

Nala had just finished sliding on her heels and was readying to walk out the door when her Kimoyo beads started to ring and flash. Walking over to the nightstand, a small smile fell on her face when she saw who was calling.

She answered without hesitation. “Hey ba-Bunme, what’s wrong?”

Th five-year-old sniffled and rubbed at her eyes. “Mommy.”

Nala’s heart started to race. “Bunme, what’s going on, sweetie?”

The little mutant hiccuped. “Baba doesn’t love me anymore.”

The queen fell onto the mattress as she stared at her daughter’s projection. “What? Baby, that is not true. What makes you say that?”

“I haven’t seen him in three days, and he-he doesn’t come get me from school no more.” Bunme continued to hiccup and sniffle as she talked to her mother who she wished was with her in Wakanda instead of far away.

“Oh, baby.” Nala’s heart broke as she listened to her daughter cry. “I’m so sorry. I know you feel sad, but I need you to believe and listen to me when I tell you that your daddy loves you soooooooooo much. We both do, and I’m sure he’s just been really really busy, honey. That’s all.”

“But I’m his intombazana yakho.” Bunme weakly argued. “Baba’s can’t forget their princess.”

At that, Nala’s soul trembled.

She was going to kill T’Challa.

—

T’Challa finally sauntered out of his office at close to 2AM. He was behind in a few things that absolutely had to get done asap. Consequently, he’d turned off his kimoyo beads and buried himself in his work.

He’d had dinner delivered there as he was scared that he’d not return if he left out the room.

The king was so exhausted that he walked straight into his room and headed into the shower as he always kept a change of clothes in the bathroom.

He let the warm water cascade down his drained body for a good fifteen minutes before washing himself, exiting, doing all his hygienes and whatnot before entering his bedroom. He walked over and hit the switch for the light only to jump back in surprise.

In the middle of his bed, clutching the blanket to her body, with her pet panther on the floor next to the bed, laid his daughter.

He hadn’t even heard her come in. Then again, judging by how heavy she was sleeping, he’d bet that she was already there when he walked in. He just didn’t notice her.

T’Challa then attempted to sneak on the bed next to her when he heard rustling. He watched her roll her neck, her eyes fluttering as she focused in on him.

“Baba.” She whispered tiredly.

“Shhhh,” he said quietly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Go back to sleep, Sam Isipho.”

“I can’t,” she murmured, sitting up in the bed as she rubbed at her eyes.

T’Challa frowned. “Why not, sweetheart?”

Her head fell, and she spoke with sadness. “Cause this is the only time you have to spend with me.”

His shoulder dropped as his brows scrunched together. “What?”

Her big brown eyes misted as she looked up at him. “I told mommy you don’t love me no more-“

“Bunme, don’t you ever say that.” T’Challa breathed, his hands going to lightly grab her shoulders. Just hearing those words leave her mouth caused his eyes water. “I love you more than life. You are my reason for living. I have nothing if I don’t have you.”

She sniffled as a tear fell. “So how come you don’t wanna see me anymore?”

The king’s heart was already heavy with the pain of having to listen to his daughter say that he didn’t love her. But hearing her say that second part, as he realized it at least been two or three days since he’d seen his firstborn, let alone spoke to her…..he was devastated.

T’Challa waited no time in pulling Bunme into his lap, tucking her head under his chin as he closed his eyes. “I am so sorry, sam isipho. I have been so busy with everything that I’ve neglected you, the one person who I need to be able to do what I do.” He felt slightly comforted by how she placed her tiny hand on his chest as he held her. “I promise that I will never again make you feel so sad, and I know that you are still upset, but do you think that you could try to forgive Baba?”

He looked down at her to see a small smile on her face as she lightly shook her head ‘yes.’

He smiled warmly and kissed both her cheeks, resting his forehead against hers for a second. “I tell you what. Why don’t you and I got to sleep now, and tomorrow, we can spend the whole day together?”

He was thrilled to watch her eyes light up before a small pout befell her face. “What about school, baba?”

He leaned closer to her. “I think missing one day won’t be too bad, do you?” She giggled and rapidly shook her head. “As long as we don’t tell your mommy.”

Bunme leaned over to look over at her pet, wagging her finger. “You heard baba, Little Kitty. We gotta keep a secret!”

T’Challa chuckled and pulled her back, sitting her next to him as he grabbed the blankets and dragged them over them.

Bunme yawned as she cuddled next to him. “Night Night, Baba.”

The king reached over to turn off the night and put his arm around her, ensuring that she was close and safe, making a promise to himself that he would never again allow her to feel so unloved.

Ever.

“Good night, my love.”

#fic: space between #SB Blurb #black panther imagine #black panther fanfiction #Daddy T'Challa #Erik #T'Nala #t'challa x reader #t'challa udaku

[ladywinchester1967]

Off The Beaten Path I Reign

Chapter 2: Red

Characters: Dean Winchester, Katlynn “Kat” Roberts, Sam Winchester.

Pairing: Dean x Katlynn

Warnings: Language, angst, smut ( unprotected P in V, also wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk....I’m reasonably certain that’s it. 

A/N: Here’s chapter 2 of my baby! I hope you guys enjoy this! It takes place during the season 9 episode “Dog Dean Afternoon”. As usual, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are NOT.

“Remembering him comes in flash backs, and echos. Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go. But, moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head; in burning red.” - Taylor Swift

“Deeeeaaannnnnn,” a soft breathy voice sounded “Deeeeeaaaaannnnn”

Dean got up from his bed and stuck his head out of his room, not seeing anyone.

“Hello?” He called, looking for the source of the voice. He stepped out of his room and walked down the hallways. He felt hands grab his waist and he jumped a little before he turned around.

Kat stood there laughing, wearing a simple black dress and black ballet flats.

“What’re you doing here?!” He exclaimed

“I came to surprise you silly.” she told him and hugged him. It felt so real, her small frame wrapped in his arms, he could even smell her perfume. She pulled back and planted a kiss on his mouth. When the kiss ended, she held his face in her hands, the warmth from her hands on his cheeks was soothing. She gave him an easy smile and kissed him again.

Dean did his best to put Kat out of his mind; absorbing himself into hunts. No way would some waitress in Waco, Texas get under his skin. He and Sam took case after case, ganking every evil son of bitch that came their way. However, every night without fail, overly large green eyes and long hair filled his dreams. She always just seemed to be out of reach in his dreams. They’d be walking and he could catch her hand. Or he’d reach for her, only for her to walk away with a coy grin on her face.

“Come on,” he said “let me hold you”

Dream Kat shook her head

“Not until you give me what I want.” she teased

“What do you want?” He asked

She gently tapped his chest, right above his heart

“This.” she told him

This woke him up out of a dead sleep. One night, unable to go back to sleep after such a dream, he picked up his phone and opened the message app. He tapped on Kat’s name he typed out a message and his finger hovered over the “send” button. He sighed, deleted the whole thing and got up to take a shower.

“Katlynn.” she heard a deep, familiar voice call. Kat looked up and smiled.

“Hiya handsome!” she greeted Dean and went over to him. He wrapped her in a hug and kissed her cheek. She pulled back from him and moved her hands up his chest and around the back of his neck.

“Miss me?” She asked him

He kissed the tip of her nose

“You know it.” He said, giving her a heart stopping grin.

Kat’s alarm went off and she squinted at her phone, annoyed that it had woken her from such a nice dream.

Kat got up and went about her day; taking a shower and then running some errands. She wondered if she should text Dean but decided against it. When she clocked in for work, she was off her game and she knew it, but something kept bringing her back to the scruffy, brown haired, green eyed hunter with a heart stopping, boyish grin.

“Snap out of it,” she scolded herself “if he wanted to talk to you or see you, he would call. You had a good time with him and that’s where it ends.”

Even as the words left her mouth, it made her terribly sad. He was fun, warm, sweet and sexy as hell. For a dorky girl like herself, even getting one night with him should have been seen as some kind of life achievement. But, something in her heart chimed in

“You got attached”

She bit her lip, finally admitting it to herself. She WAS attached and she wanted him, other than another case popping up, she couldn’t see any reason for him to come back to Waco. She pulled her phone out and hovered over Dean’s name in her contacts. She stared at it for a solid five seconds and then shoved her phone back into her pocket.

Kat threw herself into work, picking up as many shifts as she possibly could to try and keep her mind occupied. However, every night, there was Dean; waiting for her in her dreams. She replayed their night together more times than she cared to count, imagined laying on the couch with his head in her lap, running her fingers through his thick hair and him smiling up at her. Each morning, she woke up sad, knowing that wouldn’t happen for the two of them. She powered through, forcing herself to be consumed by work and even tried going out of a few dates with guys she met via a dating app. She went, she laughed and had a good time, but none of them made her feel anything. They didn’t make her feel special or like she was anything other than a notch in their belt. For two months, she kept up the charade of being a hard working, not attached to Dean Winchester, hunter slash waitress. When Kat came to work one day, Cliff pulled her to the side

“Hey, I know you’re picking up extra shifts, and I really appreciate it, but Johnathon is crawling my ass about hours.” Cliff told her

“So what does that mean?” Kat asked

“I have to take you off the schedule for a couple of days so I can balance the hours out among the other servers.” Cliff told her

“Starting when?” Kat asked

“Today and tomorrow,” Cliff said “go on home and relax.”

Annoyed, Kat nodded and left the restaurant. As she walked back to her apartment, she grumbled to herself; swearing every word in the book under her breath as she stomped up the stairs to her apartment door.

The next day, Kat got wind of a case in Oklahoma, not too far from her. It looked like a taxidermist had been crushed to death in unusual circumstances. Since she'd been taken off the schedule at work, she decided to take on the case.

When she arrived, she spoke to the local sheriff.

“Agent Daisy Buchanan,” she said, flashing him her badge “FBI.”

“Wow, the FBI must be bored to send out three agents to deal with this case.” the sheriff said. Kat raised an eyebrow.

“You wanna run that by me one more time?” she asked

“We just got two agents in town yesterday,” he informed her. He reached in his pocket and pulled out two cards “two guys; Agent Michaels and Agent DeVille.”

Kat didn't let the shock she felt register on her face, she simply smirked.

“Let me guess,” she said “one is built like a tree, mop of brown hair. The other looks like a Ken doll with green eyes? Driving an older model Chevy?”

The sheriff nodded

“You know them?” he asked

Kat could barely contain herself; Sam and Dean were in town.

“Oh yeah, I know them.” she said. The sheriff gave her a look and she said “There must be some kind of mix up at the bureau, which I'll have to report to my supervisor. Until then, if you wouldn't mind, could I look into this as well?”

“Well, I don't know about that ma'am,” the sheriff said “too many cooks in the kitchen as it is.”

As much as she hated to do it, Kat turned the charm on.

“I get that, but could you throw me a bone here? I go where I'm told and until I can get a hold of my boss to figure this out, wasting tax dollars is gonna get me in A LOT of trouble.” she said, giving him a sweet smile and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

The sheriff melted like butter

“Well, can't be wasting tax payer dollars, now can we?” he asked “right this way.”

Once Kat had copies of the crime scene pictures, the evidence reports and statements, she checked into a motel and started to read. The case, on the surface, didn't make sense. The taxidermist had been crushed to death with no forced signs of entry or robbery.

“Sounds like he ended up on the wrong end of a wrestling move, poor guy.” she mumbled to herself and looked over the photos. Her phone suddenly went off and she looked at the caller ID, it was the sheriff.

“Agent Buchanan.” Kat said when she answered the phone

“Ma'am, I think I've got something for you, can you get over to the animal shelter asap?” he asked

“Sure, you okay sheriff?” she asked him

“I'm fine, this is just weird,” he paused “please Ms. Buchanan?”

“I'm on my way.” Kat said and hung up. She put her suit jacket and heels back on and headed for the car.

When she arrived at the shelter, she didn't see Sam and Dean, but the sheriff informed her that he had called them shortly after he'd spoken with her. They walked into the shelter and he walked her to where the dogs were; in the middle of the floor was a young guy with his throat slashed open, a look of horror on his face. Kat squatted down and looked at the four claw marks on the guy's neck.

“Any idea what could've made those?” the sheriff asked, looking nervous.

“Something big and pissed off,” Kat said “I mean, these have to be at LEAST an inch wide.” she looked around at the dogs “None of these guys have claws like this, these are more cat like. But that would have to be a big fucking cat. This guy is, what; five feet six inches and two hundred pounds?”

“Give or take.” the sheriff said “How big are we talking?” the sheriff asked.

“Anything big enough to make these marks wouldn't have been in the shelter in the first place,” Kat said “this would be something like a bob cat or a cougar.”

The sheriff seemed to grow more and more nervous as her words sank into him.

“I need a second.” he said and headed for the exit.

“Take your time.” Kat told him as a shelter worker came over to her with a list of the missing animals from the night before, they were all cats. Puzzled, Kat read over the list again as the door adjacent to her opened and she looked up.

Looking as handsome as ever, Dean strode through the door, oozing confidence, until he made eye contact with her. His heart jumped into his throat, and his breath hitched. He looked surprised and enthralled to see her as Sam bumped into him from behind. He looked to see what the hold up was and his eyes fell on Kat, looking relieved.

“Agent Michaels, Agent DeVille.” she greeted them with a smile. They walked over to her and Sam said

“Good to see you again Agent.”

She raised an eyebrow at him

“Buchanan, remember?” she asked “Daisy Buchanan.”

“Ah, yeah,” Sam said with a knowing smirk “Yeah, I remember now.”

“You changed your hair.” Dean commented

She twisted a lock of her newly auburn hair in her fingers and said

“Yeah, it was time for a change.” she filled them in on what she'd found so far.

“Did you get a chance to look at all the crime scene photos?” Sam asked her

“I was in the middle of it when the sheriff called me.” she told him.

“In one of the pictures,” Sam said “someone tagged the building with spray paint. They wrote “die scum” and drew this symbol into the paint.” he showed her a picture of a triangle with a paw print in the middle. “It's a local animal rights group called S.N.A.R.T, like small town PETA.”

“And I'm guessing you already talked to them?” Kat asked

“They were a couple,” Dean said “that run a vegan bakery.”

Kat made a face

“What's the point then? No eggs or diary? You may as well eat dirt.” she said and Dean laughed while Sam gave them both a bitchy look.

“What?” Dean asked “She's right.”

Sam rolled his eyes and continued

“They spray painted the death threat, got spooked by a hissing noise and had sprayed mace in their eyes. Or so they said, they were wearing sunglasses inside.”

“Douche bags.” Kat mumbled and Dean snickered.

“Their eyes were REALLY messed up,” Dean told her “all red and gross.”

“Yeah, mace will do that to you.” Kat said

“It couldn't have been mace,” Sam told her “it was premature death of tissue. It's caused by venom.”

“So,” Kat said “the taxidermist gets crushed to death and the vegan, PETA folks heard hissing and got poison in their eyes? What're we dealing with, a giant snake?”

“According to Steve Irwin here,” Dean said, motioning to Sam “snakes constrict or use venom. No snake does both.”

“What if it's a basilisk?” Kat asked

“Something THAT big would've been seen,” Sam said “plus last time I checked, snakes don't have claws.” and looked at the body.

“Look at this,” Kat said and showed them the ledger of missing animals “all the cats are missing from the shelter.”

Sam and Dean looked it over and Dean said

“So yesterday it's some freaky, snake monster, now we're looking for Cheetara?”

“More like Cheetah from Wonder Woman.” Kat quipped.

“To-mato, ta-mato.” Dean answered with a smirk and she stifled a laugh as Dean looked around. His eyes fell on a dog in the cage closest to them. “Why does that mutt look familiar?” he asked Sam.

Kat snorted

“That's no mutt,” she said as Sam stepped forward “That's a purebred German Shepherd. Some people will pay through the nose for one of them.”

Sam looked at the clipboard attached to the dog's cage

“It's the Colonel, the taxidermist's dog.” Sam said

“He's been at both crime scenes?” Dean asked

“Wait, the only witness to the first crime was the dog?” Kat asked “The report didn't mention that.”

“Yeah.” Sam said “And why would it? He's a dog.”

“Could be a suspect,” Dean said “a shape shifter or a skin walker.”

“Doesn't really fit the profile,” Sam said “and he doesn't really look like a monster to me.”

“Nope, not at all,” Kat said with a smile “I'll test him.”

“Are you kidding me?” Dean asked “He could bite your hand off.”

“This big sweetheart? No way.” Kat said and reached in her pocket and pulled out a silver coin. She crouched down to the Colonel's level and he wagged his tail. “Hey there big boy,” she cooed to him and he licked her hand “this isn't gonna hurt you at all.”

“Unless it does.” Dean said and Kat pressed the coin to the dog's ear.

Nothing happened and Dean made his “not bad” face.

“Nothing,” she said “this isn't our killer guys.” she moved to stand and Dean offered her a hand, helping her up, his thumb grazing over her knuckles. They exchanged warm smiles as the Colonel began to bark like crazy. Kat furrowed her eyebrows and looked behind them as the sheriff walked up to them.

“Did you agents need any further assistance?” the sheriff asked as he took his cowboy hat off. Much to Kat's surprise, the Colonel quit barking. She looked up at Dean, who seemed to have the same thought she did.

“No, I think we're okay, thanks.” Sam said

“Hey, can I borrow your hat?” Dean asked. The sheriff reluctantly handed it over to Dean. He let go of Kat's hand and put the hat on. Again, the dog went berserk, but quieted as soon as Dean removed the hat. Dean handed it back to the sheriff who sneered at the Colonel.

“Good luck getting adopted.” the sheriff said and walked away as Kat's jaw hit the floor.

“Jackass.” she mumbled under her breath.

“If the Colonel isn't a suspect,” Sam started

“He's a witness.” Dean finished the sentence and looked at the Colonel “Hey buddy, you speak sign language?”

“That's monkeys!” Sam exclaimed

“Hm?” Dean asked and Sam rolled his eyes while Kat laughed as an idea came to her.

“Wait, I watched this documentary once,” she said “about this guy. He tried to teach his dog to speak after it witnessed a murder.”

“I remember that,” Sam said “I read the book.”

“Well did it work?” Dean asked them.

“No.” they answered in unison.

“He wrote a book AND made a movie about it?” Dean asked and Kat shrugged

“Maybe he had a good publicist.” she said

“But that guy didn't have what we have.” Sam said and nodded to Kat.

“What?” she asked

“You told us you have a grimoire.” Sam said

“Yeah, and?” Kat asked

“There has to be a spell in there somewhere.” Sam said and the realization dawned on Kat.

“If I don't have one, Shannon sure as hell does. Lucky for you two, I never leave home without my witch box.”

“Which motel are you in?” Sam asked

“Something about a Pink Flamingo?” Kat questioned “I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention.”

“We'll spring the Colonel,” Dean said “met us at Diamond Tim's Motor Inn, that's where we're staying. Bring your witch stuff.”

“You got it.” she said and gave Dean a wink as she walked away. Dean watched her go, admiring her ass and legs in the skirt and heels combination she was wearing. Dean let out an audible growl and looked at Sam, who had his eyebrows raised practically into his hairline “What?” Dean asked “I can't appreciate a smart, beautiful woman?”

“That's not what I'm asking,” Sam said and opened the Colonel's cage “I'm asking how on Earth did YOU hook HER? She's way out of our league Dean.”

Dean smirked and shrugged

“Well, maybe yours,” Dean said “she's WAY above my pay grade, but she seems to like me so I'm going with it.”

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed the leash that was by the Colonel's cage.

An hour later; Kat met Sam, Dean and the Colonel at the boy's hotel room. She even brought a bag of doggy treats for the Colonel, which he seemed to appreciate.

“I didn't have a spell,” she told the boys as she put her bag down “but I called Shannon and she did. It's an Inuit spell and I have the ingredients.”

“Okay, so let's get to mixing.” Dean said. Kat opened up her bag and started to set up everything she needed on the table. “How does it work?” Dean asked

“Shannon said it's like a human and animal mind meld,” she told him as she sat down and began measuring out the ingredients “so if it works, we'll be able to read the Colonel's thoughts.”

Once everything was correctly measured and poured into the bowl in front of her, Kat grabbed some hair off of the Colonel's back, dropped it into the bowl and stirred. She then poured the rust colored liquid into a glass as Sam and Dean took a seat at the table.

“I'll do it.” Dean said and reached for the glass

“Wait, what about me?” Sam asked

“You got enough on your plate.” Dean told him as Sam's gaze drifted from Dean to Kat.

“Hey, don't rope me into this, duke it out among yourselves.” she said as she got up and washed her hands.

“Uh, like, you're tired,” Dean said “and you're on the mend. Plus, you have a sensitive stomach okay? Last thing we need is you chucking this stuff up.”

Kat stifled a laugh as Sam rolled his eyes and Dean swirled the liquid in the glass.

“This doesn't look so bad.” he said

“Pretend it's a Bloody Mary.” Kat told him and he smirked before chugging the liquid in one go. He smacked his lips together and said

“I was wrong.” before pulling a face and coughing. He made a hand motion and said “Give me the spell.”

Kat handed him the piece of paper and he read off the spell while Sam and Kat looked at the Colonel. When Dean finished the spell, he looked at the dog and said

“Okay, let's get this party started. Tell me everything you know.”

The German Shepherd simply yawned and looked away from Dean.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Dean asked and laughed. Kat chuckled and snorted while Sam gave them the bitch face. Dean chest puffed out a little bit, at least he had made Kat laugh. The Colonel barked, Kat and Sam looked at Dean, who shook his head.

“Nothing.” he said.

Another hour passed and they had gotten some lunch before they saw any results and Dean was able to question the Colonel. Kat watched as Sam threw away his burger wrapper and Dean went to get it while he scratched himself behind his ear.

“I don't want this.” Sam said, holding up the burger wrapper. Dean could suddenly smell something amazing and it wasn't the burger in front of Kat.

“Jesus, do you have dandruff or something?” Kat asked as Dean scratched behind his ear again.

“No,” he insisted “it just itches and I can't get a good scratch.” he said, trying to figure out where the amazing smell was coming from. It was like summertime; freshly cut grass, suntan lotion and something floral.

Kat rolled her eyes, reached over and used her nails to lightly scratch behind his ear.

“Oh yeah,” he said “perfect, thank you” his leg began to shake. He suddenly realized the smell was coming from Kat's skin; SHE was the amazing smell. Dean could hear the Colonel laughing and Dean asked him

“What?”

“I smell it too Hoss,” the Colonel said “she gives good ear scratches.”

“Yeah, you got that right.” Dean said and looked at Kat.

“What's he saying?” she asked, as she smiled.

“He says you smell nice.” Dean told her “and you give good ear scratches.”

Kat blushed and said

“Thanks big fella.” as she looked at the Colonel, who moved his head up and down.

“That's the smell of good people,” the Colonel told Dean “keep that one close.”

The Colonel was suddenly alert and started to bark. He and Dean both got up and rushed over to the window as Dean yanked the curtain to the side. Kat looked out the window as Dean pounded on the glass, there stood the mailman.

“HEY!” Dean yelled “HEY! You! YOU!! YOU!”

Kat started to laugh as Dean growled and Sam said

“Dean, I think the spell is working.”

“A little too well, he's barking at the mailman!” Kat said through her laughter.

“Huh?” Dean asked and sat back down

“I think you might actually be a dog.” Sam said as Kat kept laughing

“What makes you say that?!” Dean asked

“You're scratching your head,” Sam said “sorry, Kat is scratching your head. You're playing fetch and barking at the mailman.” Sam threw the wrapper into the trash again and Dean turned to get it, before resisting the urge and audibly whining.

“Ruh roh” he said.

Once Kat had worked through her fit of giggles, she called Shannon and spoke to her.

“Okay, thanks Shay, appreciate it. Love you too.” she said and hung up. “So, apparently the spell has side effects.”

“Well that would've been nice to know before it went down the hatch!” Dean said irritably “What kind of side effects?”

“When you mind meld with an animal, you can exhibit some if its behavior.” she said

“Well, how long am I gonna have the urge to?” Dean asked

“Sniff butts?” the Colonel asked, tilting his head.

“Whoa, WHOA!” Dean said “I do not have the urge to sniff butts!”

“Yet.” the Colonel told him

Kat raised her eyebrows and fought off another fit of giggles while Sam asked

“Do you have the urge to sniff butts?”

“NO!” Dean said, outraged “Come on!”

“Shannon doesn't know how long it's gonna last, hopefully when the spell wears off, so will the side effects.” Kat said, with tears of laughter brimming in her eyes.

“Terrific.” Dean said.

“Well at least we have a lead,” Sam said “You said the guy smell like red meat, dish soap and old lady cream right?”

“Yeah, and?” Dean asked

“Hey, maybe one of the other dogs saw something at the shelter.” Kat said “Since you're Doctor Dolittle for a while, let's ask them.”

They went back to the shelter and Dean asked around to see if the other dogs saw something. He wasn't having any luck, but Kat was in heaven, petting all the dogs through the cages. An intense wave of jealousy washed over him as he watched a mutt lick her cheek, making her laugh.

“Aw, aren't you just a sweetheart?” she asked

“That's right pretty lady,” the dog said “love me, adopt me! Please!”

“Hoss, you alright?” the Colonel asked

“She's petting other dogs and I don't like it.” Dean grumbled “She's mine.”

The Colonel chuckled

“Now you know why us dogs get all bent out of shape when you pet other people's dogs.” he said.

“Katlynn!” Dean hissed and she looked up.

“What?” she asked “He just wants to play!”

“And hump the crap out of her leg.” the dog added with a laugh. Dean crossed over to where Kat was and moved her away from the dog as she pouted.

“She's mine, back off.” Dean growled at the dog, who audibly whined and submitted to Dean, showing him his belly.

“Sorry man! Jeeze, she was nice to me and she smells good!” he said.

“Going alpha,” the Colonel said “you sure you weren't a dog in a previous life?”

After finding out the real killer was a guy that was eating animal parts to gain their abilities to stave off his cancer ridden body; he was quickly disposed of by the pack of dogs Dean had released from the shelter. Once the spell wore off; Dean, Sam and Kat made their way to their cars.

“Where you headed?” Dean asked Kat as they stood outside her car.

“Back to my motel room,” she said “I have it for another night and I'm not exactly in a hurry to get back to Texas.”

“Don't you have to work?” He asked and she shook her head

“Nope,” she said “I'm off the schedule for a few days because I'm getting too much over time.”

Dean scoffed and said

“God forbid they have someone that actually wants to come to work.” He said

“Right?” Kat asked.

She stood with her back against the Mustang's doors, Dean standing in front of her. Their breath mingled in the cold air, creating clouds of vapor.

“I really appreciate your help,” Dean said “more than I can say.”

“I know you do,” she told him “any time you guys need help, I'm a phone call away.”

Dean nodded

“I know.” He said and cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs running over the apples of her cheeks. He gently placed a kiss on her lips, his stomach doing a flip as her lips moved over his. Kat's system kicked into over drive as his taste mingled in her mouth. She placed her hands over his, kissing him again. His tongue wound its way into her mouth, flicking over hers and making her shudder. They came up for air, her hands still on his. He stared deep into her eyes, there was so much he wanted to say to her, but he couldn't force the words out.

“I'll be in my motel room all night,” she told him “if you wanna stop by, just text. No pressure.” she told him and he nodded. He released her and made sure she got into her car safely before walking back to the Impala and Sam. Dean climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine as Kat's Mustang took off into the night.

“Please don't tell me you're blowing her off.” Sam said

“I'm not,” Dean said and watched as she turned out of the alley, the Mustang's taillights disappearing from view. “I just, I don't know.”

“You know,” Sam said “I can tell. You're scared.”

“Because when has anything good ever worked out for either one of us?” Dean asked as he put the Impala into gear “In the short term, you and Amelia, me and Lisa? Yes, totally. Long term? Well, you see where we are.” He back out of the spot he was in and went on “I can't do that to her Sam. She deserves more, but I can't fucking leave her alone and I don't know why.”

“Because you care about her,” Sam said “you don't want to, but you do.”

Dean grunted and drove them back to their motel room. When they arrived, Sam got out of the Impala and said

“Don't let a good woman get away just because you're scared Dean.” and the shut the passenger side door before walking into the motel room. Dean chewed on his fingernails, torn between staying and leaving for a very long time. This poor girl had no idea what she was walking into; if she did and had any sense, she'd run away screaming and never look back.

But his heart, his stupid heart, couldn't let her go. He quickly texted her, hoping she hadn't changed her mind.

“You awake?” he asked

bubbles appeared and she answered

“Yep, you coming over?”

“On my way.” He answered and slammed the Impala into gear before taking off.

When he arrived at her motel room, he knocked on the door and waited. When she answered, she was wearing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt, yoga pants and Batman socks. She smiled and let him in, he walked past her and she shut the door behind him.

“Gotta admit,” she said as he turned around “I didn’t think you’d take me up on my offer.”

He placed a hand on her cheek, she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

“You were amazing today,” he told her “and a bigger help than we could’ve asked for, given the circumstances.”

She opened her eyes and said

“I don’t mind helping,” she told him “but I have to wonder, if you were so close, why didn’t you call me?”

“I was going to,” he said “once the hunt was over.”

She searched his face, looking for even a hint of a lie, all she saw was sincerity in his expression. She nodded and he stepped even closer to her.

“Can I tell you something without it being weird?” He asked.

“Try me.” She said. He told her about the other dog at the shelter and she smiled. “Do you mean to tell me that you were jealous?”

He nodded

“I was.” He admitted “Hate me, call me stupid; but I care about you and hearing even an animal thinking those things about you made me angry.”

“Listen, if the shoe were on the other foot, I’d feel the same way.” She said “it’s bad enough I had to watch that one girl damn near eye fuck you in the bakery.”

“When did that happen?” He asked

“When we dropped off the Colonel,” she told him “that’s why I had to leave otherwise I felt like I was going to rip her eyes out.”

He leaned down and kissed her, his lips strong and possessive over hers. He gripped her hair and kissed her again as she looped her fingers through his belt loops and pulled his body close to hers. His hardened erection pressed into her belly as she tightened her grip on his pants.

“Dean,” she breathed between kisses “mh, Dean.”

“Tell me,” he said as he pulled back, still holding her face “tell me what you want.”

Their eyes met and she bit her lower lip as he grazed his tongue over his lips.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane.” He told her.

He had been the best lay she’d ever gotten and she was curious as to what else he could do. Surprising even herself, she opened her mouth

“I want you.” She told him and gave him a feather light kiss on his lips.

He smiled down at her and then kissed her before pushing her shoulder into the door. He ground his hips into her before nipping her lip and making her moan.

“You want me pretty girl?” He asked as he kissed his way down her neck.

“Yes,” she breathed, tightening her grip on his pants “please Dean.”

He slid his hands down her body, gripping her behind her knees and picking her up. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he carried her over to the bed. He crawled on to the mattress and pressed her into the pillows. He raked his hands through her hair as they kissed themselves breathless. When they came up for air, they quickly removed their shirts and jackets before getting tangled in each other’s arms again. Dean pressed his chest against hers, craving the feel of her skin against his. Her tongue wound into his mouth, massaging over his tongue as he gripped her hair. She pressed her nails into his shoulders, making a low moan come from him. He rolled on to his back, bringing her on top of him where she laid on top of him, kissing him. He slid his hands up her back an quickly unhooked her bra, sliding it down her shoulders and off of her. Her bare torso against his felt like coming home; a comfort in an otherwise harsh world. She sat up, grinding her covered heat into his denim covered erection.

“Mh, look at you.” He said, gripping her hips tightly. She gave him an innocent look and asked

“What? I know what I want.”

“And what’s that?” He asked.

She bit her lip and continued to grind on him.

“I want you in me so badly.”

He sat up and slammed her back into the bed, pinning her down with his weight. They furiously kissed, practically tearing off their remaining layers, leaving both of them naked. She pushed the top of his head down and he chuckled as he kissed her throat and collar bone. He stopped at her nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. She squirmed under him as he flicked his tongue over the nipple and came off of it with a wet “POP”. He did the same thing to the other one as she moaned loudly, his hardened length brushing her inner thigh.

“Mhhh,” she whined “I wanted you to go down on me.”

He chuckled

“I know,” he said, brushing up against her entrance “but I had something else in mind.”

Their eyes met and she nodded as he thrust into her, sheathing himself inside her in one go. He set a steady, torturous pace; pressing her knees to her chest as she gripped the sheets, crying out. In this position, she was totally at his mercy, the only thing she could move where her hands and her head. He pushed into her sweet spot, making a high pitched whine come from her.

“God, Dean!” She cried out “right there!”

She tried to move, to arch her back, anything to spur him on so she could get the release that she was craving. He took notice but didn’t let up on his pace.

“Be patient,” he told her “I’ll make it worth the wait.”

With that, he unrolled her and spread her legs on either side of his hips; she was completely bared to him, her body twisting in a mix of pleasure and need as he drank it in.

“Oh god,” she yelled as he dipped his head down, kissing up her sternum and to her chest where he took her left nipple into his mouth. “God, god, oh fuck!” She cried out as he cupped her breast in his hand and flicked his tongue over the nipple.

Coherent sentences and crying out actual words were replaced by yelling, strings of expletives and his name. She squirmed under him as she tipped over the edge, crying out as she finished.

“Mh, fuck you feel good when you come around me.” Dean said, holding her legs open “I’m not done with you, not even close.”

He wrapped her legs around his waist, hooked his hand behind her neck and pulled her up so that she was straddling his lap. With her brain fogged from her last orgasm, she relied on her body to do the work. She instinctively thrust into him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as his hands gripped her hips. He dug his fingertips into the small of her back as they moved together. He kissed her deeply, her hands running through the short hair on the back of his head.

“Dean!” she called out, loud enough for him to hear but no one else. His name fell from her lips over and over in the same fashion; he relished in it. He kept one hand on the small of her back while the other held the back of her head as he heatedly kissed her. He opened his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers. Her eyes slowly opened and met his; their hips still meeting thrust for thrust. Dean felt a change between them in that moment; something about the way she was looking at him, made a feeling he couldn’t register blossom in his chest. Their lips met again and he poured everything he was feeling into that kiss.

Kat felt a flicker in her; this wasn’t a feeling she was familiar with. Dean pulled her lower lip into his mouth and gave it a playful nip, making her moan.

“Jesus Dean.” she said softly as he tried to lay back on the bed. She caught him by the back of his neck and said in a breathy voice “No, no. Don't move.”

“Why?” he asked his hands sliding down to hold on to her hips.

She bit her lip and then said

“I want to come like this, please?”

He nodded and kissed her as she began to move, their grunts and groans filled the room as he bit his lip, watching her move.

“That’s it,” he told her as she built him up. “Yes, god Katlynn, keep going.” He moaned as he tilted his head back, her hand slid up through the short hairs on the back of his head and tugged on them, his breath catching in his throat. She watched him, entranced by the sight in front of her; a man she truly adored coming undone because of her, the rush of power she felt made her feel intoxicated and sexier than she had ever felt in her life. His head tilted up right, their gazes meeting as he pressed his mouth to hers, moaning against her lips. She moved faster, his fingers digging into her hips as he quickened his pace to match hers. Their kisses grew hotter and heavier as their moans became louder, earning them a pounding on the wall from their next door neighbor. They both grinned at one another, not letting up on one another. The coil in Kat's stomach threatened to snap as Dean's pace began to falter.

“I'm close,” she said in his ear “oh fuck, I'm so close”

Dean slid one hand up into her hair and gripped it tightly, making her look at him.

“Come for me sweetheart,” he said “look at me.”

She whined as the coil wound tighter and finally broke as she shuddered and came around him. He kissed her hard, his hips snapping into hers and gasped as he finished deep inside her. They fell on their sides, laying on the bed and breathing hard, their legs still tangled together. Dean pulled out of her, but didn't move far, his hand still tangled in her hair.

Once they'd caught their breath, they pulled on their shirts and underwear, meeting under the covers to cuddle. Dean laid on his back while Kat lay on her side, her head on his chest. She could hear his steady heartbeat; he had one arm wrapped around her shoulder and the other hand resting on her hip while her fingertips traced patterns over his chest.

“If I tell you something,” he said “do you promise not to judge me?”

“Well, that's a weird question,” she stated and looked up at him “but go ahead.”

He was biting his lower lip as he thought of the best way to say whatever it was that he was thinking.

“You'd do anything for your siblings right?” he asked

“I don't have any,” she told him “but yes, if I did, I would.”

“Well, after the trials,” Dean said, chewing on his lip “Sammy was,” he trailed off and swallowed before continuing “Sammy was in bad shape.”

“How bad are we talking?” she asked him

“Hanging on by a thread,” he told her “the doctors said he wasn't going to make it.”

Kat propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him.

“You two must have more than one guardian angel,” she responded “he looks perfectly fine.”

Dean's eyes met hers and he said

“He's fine because he's possessed by an angel, Ezekiel.”

Her eyes went wide in shock but then her brows furrowed

“So, he's sharing a body with an angel?” she questioned “That's gotta be weird.”

“I guess it would be,” Dean said, raking a hand through his hair “if he knew about it.”

Her jaw dropped

“Wait, what? How does he not know?” she asked, firing the questions at him rapidly.

“This is the part where I'm asking you not to judge me,” he explained as he sat up “Sam is more than just my brother. He's my number one priority; I've been looking out for him for so long that it's just automatic. Keep Sam alive and ask questions later,” she nodded and he went on “So, I tricked Sam into letting Ezekiel possess him.”

“So, what happens if Sam finds out?” she asked

“Knowing Sam, he'll eject Zeke; that's what I've been calling him, and he'll die.” Dean told her. “Zeke is healing him slowly, which is why Sam hasn't noticed.”

His eyes searched her face, looking for an indication that she was mad or disgusted with him. He braced himself for her to yell at him as she sat up, crossing her legs under herself as she chewed on her lower lip; processing all of this information.

“I can't say I agree with the method,” she told him “but I can understand why you did what you did.”

He raised an eyebrow

“That doesn't weird you out?” he asked “At all?”

“Like I said,” she went on “I don't agree with the “how”, I mean would YOU want to be possessed and have no say in it?”

“No,” he answered “but-”

“Yeah, she interrupted “but I get the “why”, I really do. He's your brother and that's what family does. Goes to the ends of the earth for one another.”

He stared at her for a few seconds before snapping her up into his arms and hugging her tightly. He breathed in the scent of her hair as she wrapped her arms around him, he could feel a smile forming on her face. He pulled back and held her at arm's length.

“Thank you,” he told her “I mean it.”

She nodded and they kissed before laying back down, resuming the position they had previously been in.

“Will you stay with me?” she asked with a yawn

“Is that an invitation or a command?” he asked with a smirk.

“Invitation.” she told him and looked up at him

“Yeah,” he said, his gaze meeting hers “I'll stay.”

When Kat woke up, she felt Dean moving beside her. She ascertained that they were laying back to back and she rolled to face him. Sure enough, she was facing his back as she sat up and looked over his tense shoulders. His face was broken out in a sweat and his hand was clenched tightly at his side.

“Nightmare.” she thought as she settled down close to him, the clock on his side of the bed reading 3:00 in the morning. She pressed her chest against his back and slid her hand down to his wrist, she could feel his pulse pounding beneath her hand. She laid her forehead against his shoulder blade and kissed the back of his neck. He tensed for a second and then seemed to relax. Without warning, he rolled over; his long arms snaking around her body, one around her shoulder and the other around her waist. She slipped one arm under his head and the other under his arm, her hand running through his hair.

“It's okay,” she told him softly as she kissed his forehead “you're okay.”

His grip didn't let up, nor did the tension in his shoulders as he breathed rapidly, his breath fanning over her shirt. She held on to him, quietly talking to him and scratching his head.

“It's okay Dean,” she told him soothingly “I'm here for you.”

She felt him bury his head into her chest as his shoulders started to shake, his grip tightening on her. She shushed him, holding him a little tighter as her eyes started to get heavy.

“You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now,” she said with a yawn “I'll protect you.” and closed her eyes.

Little did she know, Dean had woken up when she started scratching his head. He had heard every word she said. His shoulders had started to shake, not from fear; but from relief. Her words replayed in his head has he held her tighter.

“It's okay Dean, I'm here for you. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. I'll protect you.” her sleepy, yet soothing voice echoed in his mind. With a sigh, he relaxed in her arms and dozed off.

Sun coming through the thin motel curtains rudely awoke Kat the next morning. She cracked her eyes open, realizing she was laying on her stomach and a hand was drawing patterns on the exposed skin on the small of her back. She groaned and turned her head to the opposite side of the bed to see Dean, his head propped up on his other arm, his eyes half opened.

“Morning.” he said with a sleepy smile. She mirrored his sleepy smile and grunted, closing her eyes again. “Sleep okay?” he asked and she nodded without opening her eyes.

“Feels good.” she said and yawned, his fingertips running over the dimples in her back at the bottom of her spine.

“I know.” he said and kissed her forehead, his hand wandering up her shirt, touching her bare back.

“You're gentle.” she told him and opened her eyes all the way for the first time.

“Are you surprised?” he asked and she nodded

“A little,” she said “for being a big dude, I thought you'd be a little rougher.”

A crooked grin crossed his face

“I can be, if you want me to.” he said and she chuckled sleepily

“What time is it?” she asked

“After eight,” he said “Sam already called and checked on me.”

“That's nice of him.” she said “Breakfast?” she added as her stomach grumbled.

He nodded

“A few more minutes,” he said “I'm enjoying this.”

“Me too.” she agreed.

After laying in bed for another thirty minutes, Dean and Kat got dressed. They each checked out of their motel rooms and decided to get some breakfast before going their separate ways.

“So you'll call me if you need help right?” Kat asked both of them.

“Correction,” Sam said “I WILL call you if we need help, since mister stubborn here refuses to ask for help.”

Kat grinned as Dean rolled his eyes, she hugged Sam who said

“Thank you again for your help, we really appreciate it.”

“Any time,” she said and patted his shoulder “I'm only a phone call away.”

They separated and Sam went to go sit in the Impala to give Dean and Kat a few minutes. Dean placed a hand on her hip and the other on the back of her neck.

“Thank you for last night, and the day before,” he said “I really-” he stopped, biting his lip. The words were there, he just couldn't force them out.

“I know,” she said, cupping his cheek in her hand and they kissed. He smiled through the kiss and then pulled back. “I'm picking up what you're putting down.” she told him. They kissed again and he released her. “Remember, CALL ME.” she emphasized the last two words as she started to walk away.

“I will,” he said with a playful roll of his eyes “I promise.”

“I'm holding you to that.” she said, pointing at him.

The corners of his mouth turned upward and he winked at her. She laughed and winked back before walking to her car. Dean turned, shaking his head as he grinned and got in the Impala.

Four days later; Kat's phone rang while she was brushing her teeth, it was Sam.

“Sam, long time no chat.” she said as she spit out toothpaste “What's up?”

“So, remember how you said to call you if we needed help?” Sam asked

“Yeah,” Kat said as she rinsed out her mouth “you need help don't you?”

“Big time,” Sam said “when can you get to Hartford, South Dakota?”

“Hold on.” Kat said and turned off the water. She quickly pulled up the GPS on her phone and typed in the destination, seeing that it was nearly a fourteen hour drive, she relayed this information to Sam, who said

“I wouldn't call if this wasn't important.”

“I know,” Kat said “I'll be there, don't worry about a thing.” she paused and asked “Dean doesn't know you're calling me, does he?”

“Nope,” Sam quipped “he said we need back up and you're the first person I thought of.”

Kat smiled and rolled her eyes

“Okay,” she said “see you guys tomorrow.”

“And hey, bring your witch stuff and,” Sam paused “maybe an engagement ring?”

Kat pulled the phone away from her ear, stared at it for a few seconds and then put it back up to her ear.

“Exactly what the hell are you roping me in to?” she asked

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Holiii!! I saw the pic of Liam and Honey😍😍😍 Asdfahs. They are so cute! And also, i love Liam's eyes. It'a such a nice colour!! And i also saw the gifs!! I love that gif of Louis.  HE LOOKS SO SOFT. I could cry. And Harry😂😂😂 Its such a mood. I always flip people off like that. Jajajaja. AND THE GIF OF HARRY WITH THE PINK JACKET. 😍He is dancing funny and i love hiiim.  Oh, and i havent read that fic but i'll read it asap and then i'll tell you about it. Promise. Thanks for the rec💖 (1)

Hiiii, Love!!!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer! but yesterday I was busy, and when I came home my head hurt like a b*tch, 😖😖. Liam’s eyes very pretty, aren’t they? Everyone likes him better (poor honey). I always flip people like that too, jajaja, that’s why I needed a gif, and I found the best, jajajaja. I couldn’t resist. I’m already rereading that fic,😅. I love re reading things I read a long while ago, bc my English has improved a bit since I came to tumblr, and it’s like reading things for the first time again, so cool.

It wasnt hard being updated bcs OT was everywhere, but yeah. I always try to engage in my friend’s hobbies. & some of them do the same. One of my friends used to be a 1D fan before i met her, and though she is not longer in the fandom she tries to be updated. She sends me memes or things that remind her of 1d. She even watched a video of BG without me knowing/telling her about it. I dont deserver her. Ay, and last week she watched freddieismyqueen videos with me on a free period. I 💖 her (2)

HOW DID YOU FRIEND MANAGE TO QUITE?!?!?! Jajajajaja It feels imposible (not that I have tried…). And she sees things and isn’t intrigued about what is happening?? She should write a self help book,jajajaja. “How to suite one direction: the guide”,jajajaja. But she sounds cool and supportive of you, so keep her, jejeje.

Well, you just described me. Talking in public always end up in one of those two options. I have always wanted to do a road trip!!! You are totally invited of course. JAJAJAJA. Well, it just…happened? Our friend was having a very bad time and he was going through a lot of things and we didnt know how to cheer him up. And then one night we just starting watching a video of AuronPlay reading a fic, and he was happy for the first time in months. (3)And so my cousin said “what if we write him a fic?” And i said “omg, yes”. And thus was born. Its a crack fic. We just put in there his family, his biggest celebrity crush, our friends, ourselves and a couple of animals and started writing nonesense. He hasnt read anything yet, bcs we want to finish it first, and me and my cousin (and our siblings, bcs they wanted to help) only hang out alone sporadically. But we laugh a lot writing it. I hope he laughs too when he finally reads it. (4)

You, your sister and your cousins sound so cool. And your friends too. I’m gonna have to migrate and adopt you all, jajajaj. I’m sure your friend is gonna love it. It’s a recipe for success. Keep me updated when you show him and his reaction,please!!

“How does a gay look like?” Like someone with no toxic masculinity. But i see your point. Judging on looks is not cool. (And i dont usually do it. I watched their behaviour or their words. When someone doesnt ever use gender pronouns and just say “they” “parter” “somebody” im just👀👀👀 i see what u are doing). Yes yes. What you said makes sense. I understood. Dont worry. I have never heard that quote, but i think i could marry whoever wrote this. So much truth!! 😱 (6)

Tbh I never payed attention to that, :/ (heteronormative mind and all that). If I had, maybe I had known about a lot of my high school friends’ sexuality. Looking back, we were just a group of friends, boys a girls, nobody cared about boyfriends/girlfriends (we were friends from 12-16). Then we went our separate ways, and we lost touch. And now I see in Facebook that they are gays and lesbians, and I’m like… :/ we didn’t know much about those things back then. And I hope I didn’t make any comments who could offend/affect them. But it makes me so happy to see them being themselves and living with they’re boyfriends and girlfriends… 😊 I just wish I could have been a better friend back then 🤷🏻‍♀️. But now I pay attention to that. And I always try to show support in a non invasive way. And try to educate people about who they’re been homophobic, or make not appropriate comments… like there’s this boy (around 16) that likes to paint his nails. And I love everything to do with nails. And, at the shop, I comment on people’s nails (if I know them enough, lol). And I always try to say something nice to this guy. To normalize the fact that he has his nails painted (and no make a statement that I approve of it, if someone else is listening, so they don’t make rude comments around me). And then my friend’s sister is Lesbian. But their mother is so ancient-minded… like, my friend has a dit of fat, and she’s always making comment about how she should be skinnier bc she won’t ever find a husband 😒. And her sister is very thin. And once, she was working as cleaner in a /cuartel de la guardia civil(?)/. And their mother was always: hmmm, I hope she finds a good guy there, bc she’s never had a boyfriend. And I always thought: I wonder why, lol. Well, she finally came out to her parents, and while they don’t treat her different (which I don’t know if it’s good or no), they’re like “waiting” she changes her mind. And hoping she finds a boyfriend. Anyway, her mother is friends with my mom, and she comes to visit at the shop sometimes, and she always has a comment to make about what people do or don’t do. And I get so angry 😡. I’m always correcting her. But she doesn’t listen. And I feel sorry for my friend and her sister. So whenever I have the chance I saw her my support, and always talk about these things, lol. (I talk so much about lgbt+ things, that my family associates me with it, to the point that every time they see a rainbow or whatever they tell me: look look! And I just satisfied with it. At least they don’t make so much homophobic comments anymore 😒)

YOUR MOM IS AN ANTI? How? “Why would they fake a baby?” Thats a good question with awful answers. I miss RBB&SBB.😍 (I havent explained that to anybody, yet. But once while playing a game my cousins choose Rbb as his nickname so i choose Sbb and our friends started making questions and we where like? 1d things? Long story, leave it for another day? I’m glad they dont remember it bcs i wouldnt know how to explain that😂😂). Was your friend a fan of 1d too? (7)

Well, she isn’t a nasty anti, jajajja, but she doesn’t think they’re together. Not for nothing special, just that she thinks they would say it if they were together. And since they haven’t say it, they aren’t together. But I’ve shown her the famous Christmas pic, and she doesn’t Thing B was ever pregnant. And I show her pics of F to ask for an outsider opinion, and she doesn’t think the kid looks like Louis at all, lmao. So, I think if they ever come out, she wouldn’t care at all. Bahhh, I’ve talked about RBB/SBB with my friend sometimes, but it’s so bad of a thing, that we don’t come to a conclusion. She isn’t a fans, sadly. But she likes celeb gossip, and I like to talk, so… yesterday she came to visit/ to get her arms waxed (bc that’s my other unofficial job) and she ended up staying for 2 hours. Bc we had see each other briefly lately, couldn’t sit and talk properly in a while. And she always asks me about 1d, bc she knows I love to talk about it,jajaja. And I have a sideblog where I reblog things to show her. And well, yesterday we talked a little about BG, and I showed her the no-belly pic, and she was… 😳. And she thinks louis and Harry must be together, at least at some point, bc the way the touched wasn’t in a friendly way. She now has a boyfriend, and she kept saying: I’m not a very touchy person with my friends or my family, but when I’m with him I always want to touch him or kiss him, and that’s what those two were always doing. And I’m always: do you think that for real, or are you just saying it so I stop talking?? Jajjaja. And yes, she’s convinced they are/were together. She asked me if I think they’re still together, and I told her that now more than ever, but it’s a long story, so we should talk about it another time, bc lol, we were just talking about it for a couple of hours, and we both had things to do. So, we’ll keep talking another time.

Of course, I dont share that info with everybody, but I dont mind my friends knowing. I have this one friend that i bother everytime i get frustated bcs of a fic. I tell him the plot, and what is happening and i cry about it (and he laughs at me but at least he listens). Sometimes i make him choose which one should i read next when i cant decide. (9)

I almost did a fic reference yesterday talking with my friend, and I stopped myself midsentece, and laughed (I thought of you,jajaj) and she was so confused!! But she’s used to my weirdness, so we just laughed it way. And I kept talking, jajajajaj.

Girl, i have 6 dioptres😂😂 Thats what i have forbid myself from reading on the phone. No, i havent read that one, but its now on the list. I’ll tell you when i do! Though it make take a while :( (I understand you. Dont worry). (10)

😳 6?!!?! Please take care of your eyes!!! Stop reading… everything!! Jajaja. No, I’m kidding. I know about people who has 8… so you’re still ok,jajajaj. I have 1, but my ophthalmologist told me I’m very sensitive to change, bc I thought I had 27463 diopters, bc I saw so poorly 🙄🙄.

Yes, i also like IDGAF more than New Rules. They have overplayed that one. Have you heard Blow Your Mind? I love that one. It’s also a single so…i guess you have heard it? You’ll get amazing shots, i’m sure. Honey was sleeping on you? 😭😭😭😭 I love hiiim (11)

I listened today Room for 2 and Homesick, and I think I like them. I’ll have to listen this new one two. For me, to like a song, I have to heard /a lot/ (not as much as Despacito, please). It has to have a catchy tune. That’s why I think a like Carolina, or Woman, or Kiwi, and I don’t understand why people is so fidyfvbure about the lyrics, jajjaja.Honey is always sleeping on me. The other day Liam was sleeping between my legs, and Honey came and just laid on top of my poor limo. And I wanted to kill him, bc liam never comes to sleep with me. They’re so different… but I love them both.

Oh, my little sister. I just wanted to tell you that yesterday was her birthday. She almost cried when she saw that me and my older sister had brought her Flicker deluxe as a present. (We hadnt bought it yet. Dont judge us). She was freaking out just bcs of that and i was laughing so hard thinking that she’s gonna pass out when she sees the rainbow flag her friends have gotten her for Nialls show. And also another pair of Cds. She wont survive the show. Poor thing. But she was so happy 😍😍 (12)You start next week? Okay. I’ll ask again next wednseday. Have a nice daaaay!!

Not judging, you’re amazing sisters!! Awww, poor thing!! She will have an amazing time at Niall’s concert, for sure. And, yes, please, tell her to bring the flag. I’m so happy seeing how people are starting to bring rainbow flags to niall concerts too. And have you seeing that he has taken pics with rainbow flags?? He even brought one to the stage the other day!! It makes me inexplicably happy to say everything covered in rainbows. There was so much at Harry’s show too, my sister said it looked like a pride parade. Hey, Dunkirk it’s about to start khbkhdfbvkjdnfvkjndfv. But, have YOU SEEING THE NEW ROYAL BABY WAS NAMED AFTER LOUIS?????? AND HIS TWEET?!?!?  IM SCREAMED!!!! Dijffvjkbdded. Bye love. I have to feed my cats before the movie starts!!! Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

#anon #I just saw ask 5 is missing?? #kjdjeidobcioedcboie. #sorry #Dunkirk is about to start and I’m sihdbkddhvhbjefv #EDIT: anon!! I forgot to ask you if you’re the middle sister?? me too!! I have so much to say of how that position influence people's #personality #jajajajajaa #and I can related to Harry and Louis too #🤦🏻‍♀️

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February: Race for a Date

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A/N: The beginning of a year where once a month I post a fic based of this wonderful calendar. This pic by: @sovonight

The Mystery Shack was full of life this February. While it was a bit cold outside it wasn’t too cold inside as the people moved around with boxes of different party supplies. Mabel and Dipper were taking a little bit of time off college to hang out in Gravity Falls with a bit of surprise of their great uncles visiting from exploring around the Indian Ocean.

Stan was content to relax on the couch with his goddaughter in his lap while everyone else worked to decorate the place to Mabel’s tastes. The baby seemed content with this decision.

“Alright party people,” Mabel said as she walked into the room, “And Dipper.”

Her twin in question’s smile slipped off his face at the sudden exclusion for being part of the ‘party people’. Why that joke had become a staple in his family he would never know. He was great at parties…well maybe not this kind of party but still.

“We have less than twelve hours to get this belated Valentine’s Day extravaganza up and running!”

The teenager span where she stood to show off her sparkly, heart covered pink sweater. A few particles of glitter fell off it and landed on the floor.

“I am talking streamers everywhere, heart shaped balloons, a rocking D.J.-,”

Soos gave a cheer from behind his half-way complete set up for tonight’s party. Melody was standing next to him holding the wires. Both of them looked a little lost with the new stuff but Mabel trusted them to figure it out…and Wendy to help them.

“And of course, amazing dates for everyone.”

“Dates?”

The repeat of the word came from three people in the room. One being Mabel’s own twin and the other two being the old men who were not aware of this rule.

“Yeah,” Mabel laughed and rolled her eyes, “Dates. You can’t have a Valentine’s Day Extravaganza without a ‘date’. That’d be silly.”

“Yeah, I ain’t going out and looking for a date just to go to a dance in my own home,” Stan said with a frown. The baby in his lap giggling as if in agreement with him.

“Technically this is not your home anymore, Stanley,” Stanford reluctantly pointed out to his brother before looking at his great niece with a frown.

“But I do not see why a date is required to go to an event that we are helping to set up.”

Mabel rolled her eyes again.

“Oh come on,” she laughed, “You are acting like finding a date is going to be hard. Just go out and ask someone. I am sure a bunch of people would say yes.”

“Sweetie, it ain’t that simp-.”

“Meow. Meow. Meow,” Mabel interrupted and put her hand up to stop the old man from continuing with that statement.

“I don’t want to hear anything else about this, Grunkle Stan. Both you and Grunkle Ford are going out and searching for a date. Me and the rest of the party crew will finish setting up.”

Mabel moved over to Stan and took the baby from his lap before he could use the child as an excuse.

“Lee needs to go to nap time anyway.”

The baby laughed at the change of hands. The tiny hands grabbing onto Mabel’s curls and pulling.

“Ow. Ow. So cute and precious-ow.”

Stan and Ford watched as Mabel carried off the baby with a confused frown. Dipper silently walked up between them and watched his sister as well before sighing.

“No use arguing with her,” he said and ignored how he made both of the old men jump, “You better get a move on.”

“What about you? You need a date too,” Stan remarked as he pulled himself up from the couch.

“I…was hoping you would forget about that.”

Stanford patted Dipper’s shoulder with a smirk, “Never.”

“Come on,” Stan grabbed his car keys and smirked, “If we are going to get a date for Mabel’s dance then we are going to do this right.”

Stanley left the house and Stanford moved to follow with a look that read he was not looking forward to whatever his brother considered ‘right’.

“I swear, if you make us dress up…” He grumbled.

Stanford pulled at the sweater vest his brother had thrown out him feeling a little out of place. The fact that his neck was exposed to the chill of the February air was a little weird. At least he wasn’t forced to take off his trench coat.

He could count that as a blessing. He could also count this outfit as a blessing seeing how his twin looked like he stepped out of the 80s disco pictures he had seen when he was trying to catch up on the three decades he had missed. The powder blue shirt and the white suit were an eye catcher, that was for sure, and Stanley seemed to take pride in it.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to dress up,” Ford sighed, “And where did you even get these?”

“Details, Sixer, details.”

Dipper threw a jacket over the shirt he had been forced to change into as he stepped out of the car and walked over to where to two men where. He was glad he didn’t have to go full out like Stan had made Ford but the dumb graphic t-shirt with a formal suit printed on the front was still ridiculous.

They had driven to the park and were standing out in the cool February air. A lot of people were out in the unusually warm day in the middle of this usually chilly month.

“So,” Dipper asked as he stopped next to them, “What is the plan?”

“The plan is we get someone to say yes to go to the dance so we don’t have to spend the night at McGucket’s.”

Stanford messed with the bottom of the sweater vest. Honestly he wouldn’t mind staying with his old college friend. They could play board games, maybe watch a movie; just avoid the loud crowd of a party in general. Stanford got lost in the idea of having a lazy night in. It seemed more appealing than going out and asking a stranger to go to a dance that his own great niece had put together.

“Yo! Earth to Captain Stanford. We need you to return from the space out mission, ASAP.”

Fingers snapped in front of the older twin’s face and made him come out of his daze. He noticed Dipper was missing and it was just Stanley and himself standing in the parking lot.

“Yes?” Stanford asked confused.

“I sent Dipper up head while you were having your space out,” Stan said and crossed his arms, “Kid seemed to suddenly get an idea for all this and ran off.”

“Oh? Well, maybe I should follow him. Make sure that he is okay or that his idea isn’t-.”

Stan’s hand on his arm stopped Ford from making his retreat to the safety of the car.

“You ain’t getting out of this, bro.”

Stanford sighed as he was dragged into the park by his brother. The two of them watching the patrons for a few moments before Stanley challenged him to get a date before him. With this whole situation as a completion it became a little less of a worrying burden in his head. They both split up with a curt nod and started to look around the park on their own.

Many patrons were subjected to the twins. Both of them going after anyone they deemed they could have a chance with. Stanford’s first approach with a few of them had been shaky as it had been a long time since he had actually tried to get a date with a human entity, and even those interdimensional creatures had been accidental dates that he had not intended on trying to get.

When the nervous approach didn’t seem to work he took to watching Stan across the park as he was slapped by a woman. That was nothing new. He had seen it happen countless times while they were traveling around the world. It was when he was looking away from Stan when he spotted the person he could have a chance with.

Stanford got up and stopped on his way over to them when he noticed a rose lying on the ground. It had probably been thrown there by a rejected valentine. Carefully he picked it up and brushed off the dirt. It seemed to give him a boost of confidence and the man made his way over.

On the other side of the park, Stanley was rubbing his cheek and watching the person that had just slapped him walk away. He did admit to himself that the joke he had made had been a little out there but he doubted it earned him a slap to the face. It hadn’t even been a dirty joke, that person was just too sensitive for his tastes. Still, at this rate he was most likely going to lose this date-race.

That is when Stanley noticed someone walking down the middle path of the park. They seemed to be just perfect to get him into the dance. A one-time date that could work. Stanley fixed the collar of his shirt and started to head over and stopped when he saw some flower poking out of the ground early for the time of year it was. He reached down and grabbed them; making sure to get rid of any roots that came up with the small flowers. Stan put a confident smile on his face and made his way over to the person.

Stanford and Stanley got in front of the person they desired at the exact same time and stopped their walk.

“Hey there, beautiful-.”

“I don’t mean to seem stra-.”

They both froze mid greeting and slowly turned their head to see each other. The person they had been moving towards was the same. The matching shocked expressions turned into glares in an instant.

“What the hell are you doing, Stanford?”

“Obviously I am trying to get a date. You know, the whole point of this crazy mission.”

Stanley laughed, “A date? With the person I saw first? Never thought you would go that low.”

“You saw?” Stanford sputtered and stood up straighter, “Stanley, I was here before you. If I remember correctly, you were getting slapped when I was moving over here.”

Stanley laughed and crossed his arms, “Oh now you were watching me, huh? Trying to find out my super-secret flirting tactics?”

“Why would I take flirting tactics from a guy that hasn’t even held a relationship for an over a year since high school.”

Stanley gasped and took a step back.

“You take that back!”

“No!”

As the two of them continued their argument the person that had been their ‘object of desire’ slowly backed away and fled the scene.

Stan and Ford arrived back at the Shack covered in dirt from when they had started wrestling in the middle of the park and noticeably dateless. Inside the house pink, red, and white lights were flashing back and forth and the house was shaking with music. They both had stayed out until party time trying to get a date.

They hadn’t even gotten fully up the steps when the door flew open and Mabel was there to greet them.

“Where have you two been?” Mabel said, “I was worried you two got eaten by a big monster or something.”

The teen tried to look like the stern parent but no one that covered in hearts and glitter could ever look stern. Stan still shifted nervously under his gaze and rubbed the back of his neck.

“We were out trying to get dates for your party.”

Mabel seemed to brighten at that, “You were? Did you get one?”

Ford glanced at the floor, “No. It seemed we cannot find anyone compatible to us in Gravity Falls.”

“Or we just keep arguing in front of the possible matches and scaring them off,” Stan laughed weakly.

Mabel looked at her two Grunkles confused before she started laughed. The two old men stared at their great niece confused as she fell into a fit of giggles.

“You guys thought you had to get a date-date?”

“Um…” Ford looked at Stan confused.

“Isn’t that what you told us to do?”

Mabel shook her head, “No. I told you two you had to get a date. Like Dipper got a ‘date’ with Wendy or I got a ‘date’ with Grenda and Candy. Or…or like how McGucket brought his raccoon…”

She stopped and thought about that one, “Actually that last one might be a date-date.”

“So you are saying we were out all day to find a friend to go to this with?” Stan asked in utter disbelief.

“Yeah,” Mabel chirped happily but the smile faded at the confused and utter shock on both her favorite old men’s faces. They seem so shocked and embarrassed that they had wasted a whole day.

Slowly, the teen reached and grabbed their hands.

“Grunkle Stan. Grunkle Ford. Would you two be my date to the dance?”

She looked up at them with wide pleading eyes. The weirdness of the day was behind them as they nodded and let Mabel lead them into the party to dance with their ‘date’.

#unedited #gf hunkles calendar 2017 #gravity falls #gravity falls fic #stan twins #stanley pines #stanford pines #no there is no wendip #they are doing the friend thing #mystery twins #mabel pines #dipper pines #pines family #soos ramirez #melody #melody x soos #I would tag the artist but I am a nervous bean

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19 Heartwarming Stories Of Celebrities Doing Random Acts Of Kindness

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19 Heartwarming Stories Of Celebrities Doing Random Acts Of Kindness

Just try to make it through this post without getting emotional.

1. This very sweet BF asked One Direction to help him propose to his Directioner girlfriend:

Help me propose to my girlfriend tomorrow night at the show. @Harry_Styles @Real_Liam_Payne @NiallOfficial @zayncomecu @Louis_Tomlinson

— ChisenhallAL (@Bradley Chisenhall)

And Harry Styles made it happen:

Thanks for the help directioners!!! Y’all made this night amazing! Harry was so awesome! Thanks again!

— ChisenhallAL (@Bradley Chisenhall)

2. This Patriots superfan gave Marcus Cannon a Lombardi Trophy replica, and he tweeted the player asking about it:

@Pats_Superphat @cammyjfresh havnt seen it…

— Bigggcannon (@marcus cannon)

So Cannon surprised him at the hardware store where he works, bringing the trophy and a Patriots jacket along with him:

Marcus Cannon surprises a huge Patriots fan w/ a visit & a gift: http://t.co/wyd5QIQR6V

— Patriots (@New England Patriots)

3. This mega-fan of Miley Cyrus invited her to prom, but she wasn’t able to make it. So she made it up to him by inviting him to hangout with her at her concert:

Dear Matt Peterson, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to prom BUT why don’t you come to my AZ show & hang w me? Don’t forget a corsage💋

— MileyCyrus (@Miley Ray Cyrus)

And they took the prom-pose pic he was waiting for:

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4. This fan waiting to meet Angelina Jolie outside of The Daily Show ended up having a panic attack:

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And Jolie stopped to comfort her and make sure she was okay — even wiping away her tears and taking a selfie with the fan.

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5. This Kardashian fan tweeted at Kim looking for her at a Yeezus show, and Kim immediately responded and had her join her in VIP.

I’m sending someone to go get you so you can come sit with me!!! @MyleezaKardash Need your seat # & section. DM me ASAP!!!

— KimKardashian (@Kim Kardashian West)

6. This Essence reader tweeted Oprah about how much she loved her dress on the cover, and queen Oprah responded and actually sent it to her to keep.

@snobaby28 you’re right I won’t wear ever again contact my asst. and show her this tweet.

— Oprah (@Oprah Winfrey)

@Oprah THANK YOU!!! You are truly a blessing. Sitting alone in sadness and you have brightened my day. Bless U

— snobaby28 (@snobaby brandi)

7. This sick fan started a campaign to raise money for Britney Spears’ concert, and Spears ended up flying Cory and his family out to her Las Vegas show so they could meet.

OMG U GUYS @britneyspears MET CORY !Remember we trended #BritneyPleaseMeetCory. It actually happened so happy for him

— cjm_90 (@UnfollowBreatheHeavy)

8. This grieving widow tweeted Chad Ochocinco about her loss, and he immediately reached out and invited her to come be his guest at his wedding.

You have a passport? RT @cheryl2958: I’m feeling pretty low today. Lost my hubby 2 weeks ago. Together 30 years. Very hard.

— ochocinco (@Chad Johnson)

Can you pack and come to the wedding? RT @cheryl2958: @ochocinco Yes I do.

— ochocinco (@Chad Johnson)

Check ya DM… Just start packing… Evelyn will make arrangements… see you tonight/early a.m. RT @cheryl2958: Yes.where is it?

— ochocinco (@Chad Johnson)

@cheryl2958 Turn Up Ms. Cheryl, bring ya smile, dancing shoes and appetite… let me know when you receive confirmation… Turn up…

— ochocinco (@Chad Johnson)

9. This EDM fan tweeted Zedd about his upcoming show (and her recent surgeries):

@cartermckenzie @cntrpntmusic wishing you best of luck with your surgeries!!! See you at the festival 🙂

— Zedd (@Zedd)

And he immediately responded and reached out to the festival to put her on the list to his show.

@cartermckenzie @cntrpntmusic hey friends at counterpoint, can we please get carter on the list so she can watch the show???

— Zedd (@Zedd)

10. This Directioner had a panic attack while seeing Harry Styles at a One Direction book signing, and he stopped, went past the security barriers, and comforted her until she was okay.

I want to cry Harry is the sweetest human being I’ve ever known

— tamestyles (@yoli)

11. When an autistic teen was brutally attacked in Florida, Aaron Paul quickly reached out with a heartwarming message and an invitation to Disneyland.

#JusticeForAaron

— aaronpaul_8 (@Aaron Paul)

12. When a fan of Nascar driver Kevin Harvick tweeted to ask if he’d follow her, he replied by inviting her on a free trip to see him in the Daytona 500.

Hey @LouiseGroomer why don’t you come to the Daytona 500 as my guest? Everything’s on me! Flight, room, tickets you name it!

— KevinHarvick (@Kevin Harvick)

13. This fan tweeted at MLB star Kris Bryant asking if he could verify a bat he found online:

@mk9577 you don’t need to buy it! What do you want? I’ll send it to you!

— KrisBryant_23 (@Kris Bryant)

And instead, he ended up sending him a free, signed bat.

@mk9577 850 bucks?! That’s ridiculous! I’ll send one to you. DM me your address!

— KrisBryant_23 (@Kris Bryant)

I cannot thank @KrisBryant_23 enough for this bat! So blown away. Just made me a @cubs fan!! Thank you thank you

— mk9577 (@Mike in Vegas)

14. This fan tweeted at J. Cole about him being in her city, and he responded asking for her address to come play his new album for her.

Send me DM with your address I’ll come play u the album. @DaliaDk “@JColeNC: Dallas we hereeeeee” we gotta see you tonight 😭😭😭

— JColeNC (@J. Cole)

15. This Potter fan met J.K. Rowling at a book signing — leaving her a note on how much she changed his life:

So much derp

— Johnnie_Rowling (@johnnie)

And she ended up mailing him a personal letter with a Chamber of Secrets stamp on it, thanking him.

The parts of my letter from Jo that I can share…

— Johnnie_Rowling (@johnnie)

16. This Tumblr user wrote a post telling Taylor Swift she’d be at The Grammys, and Taylor tracked her down to meet her at the show.

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17. This fan ran into Justin Bieber at the Apple store, and he ended up buying her and a friend their very own iPhones at the store.

MY PICTURE WITH @JUSTINBIEBER WHEN HE BOUGHT ME AN IPHONE OMFG SO UNEXPECTED. I LOVE YOU JUSTIN!!! THANK YOUU <3

— LaliBeliebsDemi (@Lali â™›)

18. This Breaking Bad fan was diagnosed with cancer, and his ultimate wish was to meet Bryan Cranston. After a #BreakingBrad campaign was started, Bryan ended up meeting him over Skype, and sending an ice cream truck to his neighborhood after the call.

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19. When Harry Styles found out that Directioner Brianna was sick with cancer, he sent her a personalized video, telling her that she’s brave.

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Nothing like a few beautiful random acts of kindness to restore your faith in celebrities .

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In Case You Missed It...2017 In a Nutshell

In 2017 I pulled a bit of a Disappearing Act, and deactivated most of my online and social media presence, which was already pretty limited to begin with. This was somewhat of a cleanse for me, as I gave up drinking alcohol and deleted my Instagram account for the entire year, and deactivated my Facebook for a large part of the year. I must say that life without drinking and excessive social media browsing has forced me to engage in alot more self-reflection and for that reason I’ve decided to re-introduce my blog. I tend to be a pretty private individual, but for my final activity in 2017 I wanted to be open and vulnerable.

There’s no real topic for this post, but it’s centered around personal life, career, faith and relationships. Instead of simply boring you with a long monologue, I’ve chosen to create a list of 50 things I experienced, learned or appreciated this year. I hope you enjoy. 

Top 50 List of 2017

1. There’s power in the tongue. Start speaking things into existence ! 2. Time is of the essence, so live your best life while you’re still alive 3. That being said, don’t try to rush things. God willing we have 70+ years on this Earth, and that’s a lot of time to fill with love, laughs, accomplishments, failures and new experiences 4. My year sober taught me to be bold, shoot my shot and take the things I wanted in life. Lesson Learned: If you need help with something, don’t hesitate to ask. If you want something, Go GET IT!  5. Don’t ever rely on another person for your happiness. If you haven’t found your happy place whilst being alone, that just means you haven’t spent enough quality time with yourself 6. My brother wins Dad of the year, and I’ll fight anyone on that 7. I love to receive and give feedback. If we’re not constantly improving ourselves, what’s the point of living? 8. Jesus was a servant, spreading love and salvation to all. In the end, The Word of God will ultimately judge us, so I’m making sure I’m aligned with His Word  9. The way to my heart is comedy and food 10. Maggie is one of the most resilient people I know. Keep shining SB!  11. Applying to business school was one of the most arduous, mentally draining and stressful processes of my life, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat :-) 12. Child rearing/parenting is one of the greatest responsibilities a person can undertake, and it often goes unappreciated or unnoticed. No parent is perfect, but it’s important to still say thanks to the ones who raised you. THANK YOU MOM & DAD!!! You did an incredible job with my brother & I  13. If a person de-prioritizes you, don’t get angry or question why. Instead respect their decision and repurpose your efforts elsewhere 14. MLT  is one of the greatest organizations I’ve ever been a part of. My MBA prep class is filled with impressively talented, accomplished and fun black and brown folks. I’m forever grateful for the experience I’ve had with you amazing people #BosslandAwaits #CoachJTaughtMe 15. I dated a man with whom things just seemed to click naturally. He was honest, funny, caring, and NOT petty(lol). I believe we both brought out a side of each other that those around us had never seen, and for that I’m thankful. Although this kind of puppy love is exciting and heart-warming it is often times short-lived 16. Chance the Rapper was my favorite artist of the year. He has a God given talent and I pray he never stops shining his light    17. Noise canceling headphones are the best thing to ever happen to a New Yorker who enjoys a quiet commute to and from work. #ThankYouBose 18. I believe in every single one of my friends wholeheartedly and am proud to say that I’m surrounded by incredible people who I am 100% certain will be the industry leaders of tomorrow #WholeTeamWinning 19. Fellas..When I love, I love DEEP and can be a bit crazy at times. Enter at your own risk. *evil smile* 20. But I’m hella fun and you’d have amazing life experiences with me lol 21. I should’ve bought Bitcoins back in the day when I kept telling people to invest. Note to self: Heed your own advice  22. Emotional Labor is real 23. Black women are Dope! 24. People who don’t fit the description in the above comment should NOT take offense to that. I’m sure you’re all amazing as well, I just think that this group of individuals needs to hear it more often. 25. When Isi tells you to wear a life jacket, DO IT!!! Thanks again for saving me from drowning off the coast of San Andres into the Caribbean Sea :-*  26. 🗣Life is too short to waste time dealing with fickle people  27. This scripture single-handedly helped me fight against all the angst I felt while applying to business schools:  “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus” - Philippians 4: 6-7 28. I find it terribly rude when people don’t return phone calls or texts. Like I know you saw my message, the least you could do is say “ok” lol.  #PetPeeves 29. I held up an Uhaul distribution center over a disagreement and went on a twitter rant the next morning; Probably the most gangsta moment of my life, and a great showcase of my millennial sense of entitlement #SorryNotSorry 30. Everyone should engage in the self reflective, soul searching elements of the business school application process: it’s always necessary to press pause on life and take an inventory on where you are and where you say you’d like to be in the future  31. Bikram yoga was one of my favorite practices of the year. I always left feeling empowered and rejuvenated 32. I find inspiration in almost everyone I come in contact with. I’m amazed by people’s stories and wish we could publicly recognize everyday people more often. Low key, I wish I could meet every person in the world.  33. In hindsight, not getting my promotion at work in 2016 was the wake up call I needed to grab a hold of my life 34. I would love to work for Bain & Company in 2 years #SpeakingItIntoExistence 35. All Men Are Trash!!!!!!! 36. Good guys of the world, don’t take offense to the previous statement but with the rise of this #MeToo movement it’s become so apparent how many men impose their hypermasculinity upon us women (ie. inappropriate touching, unsolicited peen pics, street harassment etc.)  37. Barbados might actually be paradise, and it took me 26 years and a vacation with my friend to realize it. Moral of the story: some of the greatest treasures in life might be right in front of your eyes, you just need the right circumstance to help you see it  38. I love to see people smiling and enjoying nice hardy laughs 39. I tried Ramen for the first time this year and it blew my mind!!!! Gotta go to Japan ASAP! 40. Never trust when a man says “I can’t” because when he says I can’t, he ain’t a man. Okay maybe I stole this from Love & Basketball, but I’ve learned it’s so true though! lol   41. I want my next relationship to be God-centered. Period 42. Moving to Harlem has been incredible!! I love the culture, communal harmony and overall liveliness of the area. I can only imagine what the place was like during the Harlem Renaissance #RespectTheCulture 43. This year I limited my traveling to save money and focus on the GMAT, but I still was able to sneak in a few new cities: Budapest(Hungary), Salzbergen(Germany),Medellin(Colombia), Albuquerque, Tulsa and Greenville!  44. One of the best things about moving back to NY is being able to minister  at my home church again, as the resident saxophonist. I feel so much more fulfilled on Sunday mornings 45. This year i was determined to rid myself of gossip, idle talk, & foul language. I’m hoping to speak peace and prosperity into people’s life from now on #BuildingABetterMe 46. In a relationship, “women cannot go backwards in lifestyle” . Chris Rock taught me… 47. God has been too good to me to just sit on my gifts and talents. Laziness is far from Godliness. Disclaimer: This is not a direct quote from the Bible, just my own interpretation haha 48. This year I tried to be very intentional about the words I speak to myself and others. These days I find it’s so easy to say empty words, make & break promises and to be a “yes woman”. I’m hoping to be more genuine and true to my heart from now on 49. I’ve tried dating apps for a bit this year, and still think there’s nothing like meeting someone organically in a cafe or at a nice bashment. However, I can say there are some gems that are so hidden that you need to mine for them electronically ;-) #CoffeeMeetsBagel 50. By God’s Grace I was accepted into all 3 business schools that I applied to. Next year I’ll either be moving to Boston, Philly or Chicago. See you later NYC, I’ll be back in no time :) #WontHeDoIT

Thanks for listening. Peace n Love 

Kaila

#Top50of2017 YearInReview OneYearSober MBA #ThankYouGod