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burntsecrets · 9 months

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The Slushie Incident

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Word Count: 1574

Prompt: Girls are red, and boys are blue. No making purple at chu–. What? You never said anything about tongues.

Summary: Got your attention with that prompt, huh? Lol. You and Eddie swear you were going to tell everyone you’re dating. The timing just hasn’t been right. They found out anyways, in the most embarrassing way. 😳

Warnings: making out, heavy petting, both over 18, tons of fluff, mention of homelessness, mention of murder, mention of mobs, mention of Vecna, mention of demobats

This thing between the two of you was new and exciting. You both swear that you had every intention of telling the Scooby Squad when the time was right–which never seemed to happen–ya know, with saving Hawkins from Vecna and Eddie’s recovery in the prison hospital while everyone worked tirelessly to clear his name in Chrissy’s murder.

Eddie had been out for five days before you two were finally alone. It took you five minutes to confess your feelings and fifteen before your head stopped spinning, and you could breathe from the breathtaking makeout session that ensued.

Ever since then, the two of you were inseparable. To be honest, you were surprised no one in the Scooby Squad had figured out what was going on between you and Eddie. Since his uncle’s trailer was destroyed–the school gym doubled as temporary housing–Eddie had gotten into the habit of sneaking into your bedroom by climbing the flimsy trellis on the side of your house.

Each night Eddie was the perfect gentleman. He’d hold you in his arms, and on the nights the nightmares of the demobats were too much, you’d hold him in yours and stroke his hair while whispering that he was safe and home with you. Well, as safe as anyone can be in Hel–I mean Hawkins.

During the days you volunteered with the cleanup of Hawkins. It was another way for you to be close to Eddie while he served his community service–for being a fugitive and not turning himself in. It was a small price to pay because he was alive and hadn’t been made an example of by the close-minded fear-mongering mob led by Jason.

Before meeting up with the gang on the weekends, you and Eddie would stop by the corner convenience store. You’d grab slushies while Eddie grabbed a pack of smokes, much to your annoyance–since you had an hour to kill before what you personally dubbed the Scooby Squad Sessions.

You’d both sit in the parking lot of the convenience store, you on the curb, Eddie on the edge of his van’s sliding door facing you. You’d both drink your slushies, and he’d smoke a cigarette before heading over to the Wheeler’s.

This week was a bit different, you had both gotten your slushies, but instead of your normal routine, you had convinced Eddie to drive to your spot in the woods. From the moment Eddie pulled out of the parking spot at the convenience store, you weren’t able to keep your eyes off him.

Sometimes, you liked to just admire him. This was one of those times.

He was singing along to Ballroom Blitz by Sweet, pitching his voice to match the vocals of Brian Connolly and making up hand movements. The sun glinted off the rings on his hands and illuminated some of his curls, turning them golden brown against the deep chocolate of the rest of his hair.

He glanced over at you, the dimple in his right cheek prominent as he sang, “cause she thinks she’s the passionate one…OHHHH, YEEAAAHHH.” He grabbed your hand and shook it with the yeahs before the chorus broke out, and he let go to use both of his hands to beat on the steering wheel.

You bit the straw of your slushie as you admired him. Your hands itched to touch him. You leaned over the armrest of your seat, the seatbelt taut across your chest, as your lips grazed his cheek. You could feel the dimple form under your lips as a smile stretched his.

An expulsion of air escaped your lungs as you felt the jerk of the seatbelt as the van pulled off the road and into an empty lot near the entrance to the woods.

The next thing you knew, your face was encased in the warmth of Eddie’s hands as his lips crashed onto yours, his tongue languidly thrusting and stroking along yours. He tasted like blue raspberry with the barest hint of nicotine. “I could stay like this forever,” you thought lazily.

The click of your seatbelt coming undone brought you out of your haze, and you broke the kiss as the seatbelt went whizzing over your head, barely missing your nose and face. Eddie was already climbing out of his seat and into the back of the van. Once in the back, he outstretched his hand to you. You took it, and he gently helped you get over the center console and into the back of the van.

He touched his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, “You have no idea how much you mean to me, baby.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

As Eddie's warm breath brushed against your skin, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. His words resonated in your heart, and you knew he meant just as much to you. The way he looked at you made you feel cherished, and you couldn't imagine being anywhere else at that moment.

Still holding hands, you both settled into the back of the van, nestled in each other's arms. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow around you. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate space.

Time seemed to slow down, and the world around you became a blur as you spent the afternoon lazily making out. As much as you wanted to stay in this moment with Eddie forever, you knew you had to rejoin the world outside.

With a sigh, Eddie broke away from you and twirled a piece of your hair around his fingers, breaking the spell. "As much as I'd love to stay here, we should head to Wheeler’s house," he said, his voice filled with regret.

You reluctantly nodded, knowing he was right. "Yeah, they'll be wondering where we are," you replied, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in your voice.

You both made your way back to the front seats, a sense of contentment lingering between you. The van roared to life before it rolled back onto the road. You stole glances at Eddie, his hand resting on the gearshift. Imagining where that hand had been mere moments before.

The drive to the Wheelers’ house was filled with laughter and light conversation, but the energy between you and Eddie was palpable–electric. You could feel it course through your body, especially in your fingertips.

As Eddie pulled up alongside the curb of the Wheeler’s house, you noticed that Steve and Robin were just getting out of Steve’s car, their Family Video vests still on. As Dustin and Max walked out of the Wheeler’s garage to welcome them.

You grabbed the remainder of your slushie and hopped down from Eddie’s van, the door slamming shut behind you. “What’s up, nerds?” Eddie shouted lovingly at the group gathered outside.

As you got closer, you joined the conversation Steve was having with Dustin about the next steps in the campaign. You stood over by Max and Robin, listening in and chewing on your straw. Your eyes raked lazily over Eddie’s form as he animatedly talked with the group. “Ugh, why is your tongue purple?” the question Robin directed at Eddie broke you from your staring. Your brows furrowed, “Purple?”

Eddie looked around the group, “Hmm. Is it really?” Before he stuck his tongue out, Gene Simmons style, giving everyone a good look.

You laughed with the group at Eddie’s antics. “Geez, so is yours!” Robbin exclaimed at you. You could feel the confusion on your face, “Mine too?”

“Yeah, it is!” Robin exclaimed. “Did you guys drink purple alcohol or something?” Steve asked jokingly.

“No, we just had slushies,” Eddie explained.

Dustin cut in, “Purple slushies?!”

Max’s head whipped toward Dustin, “I didn’t know they made grape-flavored slushies!”

“Ummm. I had a blue raspberry slushie,” you explained. “And I had a cherry one,” Eddie proudly stated.

“What? How does that make any sense?” Robin asked, a bit frazzled.

It was at that moment that the color drained from your face as you put together what happened.

You saw the smirk form on Robin’s face as she figured it out right before Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh. My. God.” Eddie looked between the three of you, “What?”

Steve put his hands on his hips, activating what you all called his “dad mode” before asking, “Eddie, what did you and Y/N do today before coming here?”

“We went to the park, and we drank our slushies,�� Eddie explained slowly.

With everyone focused on Eddie, you began to frantically shake your head no at him–trying to get him to stop talking. “And then?” Steve prompted. Eddie finally looked at you, confused as you mimed zipping your lips and locking them and throwing the key.

You saw the moment it all clicked for him as to what happened as a lazy smile crossed his lips, and the tip of his purple tongue peeked out as he wet his lips.

“Oops, guess you guys caught us,” Eddie said before striding across the circle to where you stood. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you, before landing a searing kiss on your lips.

You briefly heard Dustin make a retching sound before blocking everything out and giving yourself over to the kiss.

You relaxed into the kiss, dropping your slushie cup and what was left to the ground.

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Author's Note (A/N): This was inspired by a TikTok I saw sometime in 2022. I don't remember the name of the user as all I wrote in my notes for this was "tongues purple. slushies red and blue."

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plotandelegy · 10 months

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Unleashing Creativity: Top Ways to Generate Unique Fantasy Story Ideas

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Welcome back,

There's no denying that fantasy has been at the core of some of the most enchanting, daring, and downright unforgettable tales (for one reason or another) that have shaped the literary landscape. Who doesn't love the thrill of journeying to some new adventurous place with otherworldly creatures and epic battles between the forces of dark and light? Personally, I'm all about the dark side. Even for the most seasoned writers sparking the imagination can be difficult. Things like inspiration seem elusive as a dragon hiding in a mist-covered mountain. Today, I will cover a few ideas to find your muse. My muse sometimes hides in a dumpster...so let's find better ways to do this, shall we?

People Watching, with a Twist: Observing people in everyday situations can be a great source of inspiration. Now, add a layer of 'What If?'. What if the barista at your local coffee shop could control elements? What if the older woman feeding pigeons in the park was a retired warrior queen? This exercise allows you to create complex characters with intriguing backstories, ripe for the world of fantasy.

Travel Through Time: History is brimming with periods that, with a little twist, can become fantastic settings for your story. Victorian England's social hierarchies, the Renaissance's scientific innovations, and the fierce battles of Feudal Japan offer fertile ground for fantastical tales. Weave in elements of magic or mythical creatures, and you have an intoxicating cocktail of historical fact and enticing fantasy.

Bioinspiration – Fantasize with Flora and Fauna: The natural world is a veritable treasure trove of inspiration. Let's call this approach 'bioinspiration.' Start by exploring Earth's biodiversity's peculiar traits, behaviors, and survival mechanisms. Why not envision a species that communicates like whales but hunts like a pack of wolves? Or perhaps a plant that blooms under the moonlight and has the power to manipulate time? The possibilities are endless when you fuse the wonder of our world with a dash of fantasy.

Take a Hike (Literally!): When was the last time you truly engaged with the wilderness, the mountains, or the sea? Natural landscapes are rife with potential for fantasy storytelling. As you walk through a dense forest, consider the creatures that might inhabit such a place in a fantasy realm. That murmuring stream could be a water nymph's dwelling, and the wind howling through the canyon might be a dragon's call. Try to visualize your surroundings through the lens of fantasy — you may be surprised at what your imagination conjures up!

Harness the Power of Music: Like music, few things can stir the soul and spark the imagination. A piece of music can evoke many emotions and images depending on its rhythm, melody, and harmony. Try listening to music without lyrics (like classical, orchestral, or ambient music) and let your mind wander. Picture the scenes that the music evokes. Is that tranquil harp melody the song of a peaceful elven village? Does the tumultuous symphony represent the climax of an epic battle? Use these mental images as a springboard for your fantasy narrative.

So there it is, everyone. Five unique ways to draw up some inspiration. Go find your muse!! Probably shouldn't have said mine hides in a dumpster. I'm all about being superstitious, so I'm sure she'll never speak to me again.

Happy Writing,

Indigo Everly

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alysonwolf-blog · 28 days

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Chapter 1: The starfleet fight

Warnings: fight with parents

"Jonella," my father's voice resonated through the room with a sharp firmness, "I understand your passion for joining Starfleet, but it's not just about you. It's about upholding the legacy and values of our family."

Desperation tinged my plea as I responded, "I am upholding our legacy. It's our greatest legacy that everyone wants to forget. But Dad, this is my calling! I've dedicated years to preparing for this moment. I can't just abandon my dreams." My arms frantically waved as I spoke.

"Your dreams shouldn't come at the expense of tearing our family apart." His words struck me like a physical blow, a stark reminder of how much had changed between us.

We used to be so close, sharing dreams and aspirations. But now, it felt like we were strangers, divided by conflicting desires and expectations.Turning to my mother, I sought support, hoping she would understand.

"Mom?" I said, my voice cracking.

"Jonella, dear," she said gently, attempting not to take sides like she always did, "I do want you to follow your dreams, but your father has valid concerns about your safety and the impact on our family."

“Jonella, if you leave this house, don't come back." The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating me with their implications.

I wanted to make him understand, to bridge the gap that had formed between us. But it felt like an impossible task, like trying to hold onto smoke slipping through my fingers. As they left the room, tension hung heavy like a suffocating fog. The weight of their ultimatum pressed down on me, forcing me to confront the most challenging decision of my life. It wasn't merely about my desires; it was about the storied legacy of the Archer family.

Since Admiral Jonathan Archer, the first captain of the USS Enterprise, an Admiral and a president of the United Federation of Planets, our ancestor, the family had refrained from joining Starfleet, feeling unable to match his towering legacy. I loved the stars, science, and engineering. My destiny lay among the cosmos; I felt it in my very being, and I hoped my father would someday understand.

“Jo?" Jack's voice was sad and quiet as he interrupted my thoughts from the doorway.

I turned to see my fourteen-year-old brother standing there, his expression a mix of sadness and uncertainty. His eyes, usually bright with mischief, now held a weight of concern that mirrored my own.

"Hey, Jack," I said, offering a smile, though it felt strained on my lips.

“Are you really leaving?" he asked, his tone heavy with apprehension and concern."I'll be back to visit, but Starfleet is my calling, Jack," I replied, pulling him into a tight embrace as he ran into my arms.

"I'm going to miss you, Jo," he whispered, his voice barely audible against my shoulder.

"I'll miss you too. We can still talk while I'm gone," I reassured him, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving him behind. "Do you want to come with me to tell Ellie?"

"Yes," he nodded, his eyes still downcast as he stepped back from our embrace.

Together, we walked to our nine-year-old sister's bedroom, the hallway feeling longer and more ominous than it ever had before.Ellie was engrossed in a book by the window, her face lighting up as we entered. Her innocence and joy were a stark contrast to the heaviness that weighed on my heart.

"Jon! Jack!" she exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice as she jumped up from her seat.

“Hey, El. Can we talk for a minute?" I asked, motioning for them to sit down on her bed.

"Jo has some news," Jack chimed in, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What is it?" Ellie asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes."I got into Starfleet," I announced softly, the weight of my decision settling heavily in the room.

"Yay!" Ellie cheered, her enthusiasm contagious. "That's your dream!"

"Yes, it is, El. But it means I'll be gone for a while," I said, her excitement faltering as the reality of my departure sank in.

"I know, but we can still talk, and you'll visit, right?" she asked, her eyes pleading, her small hand reaching out to grasp mine.

"Of course, El," I assured her, squeezing her hand gently. "I'll always be here for you." As I looked into her innocent eyes, I felt a renewed sense of determination.

Despite the rift that had formed between my family and me, I knew that my dreams were worth pursuing. And maybe, just maybe, one day they would understand too. But for now, the ache of leaving them behind pierced my heart like a knife, a reminder of the sacrifices I had to make to follow my calling.

As the days passed, the weight of my decision grew heavier, like a stone dragging me deeper into uncertainty. Each moment spent with my family felt like a precious treasure, a fleeting glimpse of the life I was leaving behind. Despite their reservations, they supported me as best they could, masking their own pain behind forced smiles and encouraging words.But beneath the facade, I could see the cracks forming in our family bond, the unspoken fears and doubts threatening to tear us apart. My father's stoic demeanor hid the turmoil brewing within him, while my mother's attempts to maintain peace only highlighted the underlying tension.Jack and Ellie, too, struggled to come to terms with my departure. Jack's once vibrant spirit dulled with each passing day, his usual mischief replaced by a somber silence. Ellie, ever the optimist, tried to hide her sadness behind cheerful chatter and bright smiles, but I could see the pain lurking in her eyes whenever she thought I wasn't looking.One evening, as we sat around the dinner table, the silence grew oppressive, suffocating us with its weight. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, my father spoke, his voice strained with emotion.

"Jo, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye on this, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you. You're following your dreams, and nothing could make me happier, even if it means letting you go.

"Tears welled in my eyes. "Thank you, Dad," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.

my father’s voice broke the heavy silence once more. “Jo, I owe you an apology,” he began, his words measured and heartfelt. “I spoke out of fear, out of a desire to protect you, but in doing so, I realize now that I hurt you deeply. I’m sorry for telling you never to come back if you leave. That was wrong of me.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to his words, a weight lifting from my shoulders with each syllable. “Thank you, Dad,” I managed to choke out, my voice thick with emotion. “I forgive you.”

He reached across the table to clasp my hand, his grip firm yet gentle. “The door is always open for you, Jo,” he said, his voice steady with sincerity. “No matter where life takes you, remember that this will always be your home.”

A sense of relief washed over me, mingled with gratitude and love for the family who had supported me through it all. With renewed resolve, I vowed to carry their words with me, a guiding light in the darkness of the unknown

"I love you."

"And I love you, Jo," he replied, his voice breaking. "Always."

The following days passed in a blur of bittersweet moments, each one etched into my memory with painful clarity.

On the morning of my departure, as I stood at the threshold of our home, my family gathered around me, their expressions a mix of pride and sorrow.

"I'm going to miss you, Jo," Ellie said, her voice trembling with emotion as she threw her arms around me.

"I'll miss you too, El," I replied, holding her tight. "But we'll see each other again soon, I promise."

Jack stood beside us, his eyes red-rimmed with unshed tears. "Take care of yourself out there, Jo," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I will, Jack," I said, pulling him into a hug. "You take care of Mom and Dad for me, okay?"

With one last embrace, I turned to face my parents, the weight of our impending farewell heavy in the air between us.

"We'll be waiting for you to come home, Jo," my mother said, her voice wavering with emotion.

"I'll come back, Mom," I promised, blinking back tears. "I promise."

With that, I gathered my bags and stepped out into the unknown, leaving behind the safety and comfort of home for the adventure that awaited me among the stars.

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saultnpeppah · 2 years

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Back to You CH 4

Two Amazons in Gotham. What could go wrong?

Read Back to You CH 4 now: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14077571/4/Back-to-You

I continue to run down the dark corridor. My lungs feel like they are on fire as I try to reach the voice that has been calling to me. For weeks I've been hearing this voice, hearing the sound of a woman in pain. I don't know who she is, or how she knows my name, but it's a mystery I need to figure out before I go crazy.

The fire that burns along the walls looks angry. The flames reach the ceiling, but nothing looks like it's burning. It's almost like I'm inside the middle of a volcano that hasn't erupted.

"Penelope!"

There's the voice again, louder than the last time. I run out of the hall. My brain hurts when I see the snow covering the ground. A minute ago I could've sworn I was in the middle of a heated volcano, but now it looks like Gotham on Christmas night. It's very confusing.

"Hello?" I call out. "Is anyone out there?"

The wind picks up, pulling and pushing snow all around me, blinding me for the moment. It's only for a moment, but I am still in a new and scary place. When the wind ends and the snow falls back to the ground, I notice I am not alone.

A man stands a few feet away, his hands on his hips as he stares at me. His dark curly hair falls past his shoulders, falling in between the horns on his shoulders' armor. His eyes narrow as he strokes the dark pointed goatee on his face. His lips curl into an evil smile and a chill runs down my back, and it's not because of the snow. Something about this man seems familiar, like I should know who he is, but I can't put my finger on it.

The mysterious man takes a step toward me, then another, and another. He is only a few feet from me when I make the smart decision to turn and run. The man continues to walk toward me, each of his steps equaling three of mine. It'll be no time at all before he catches me, and I don't want to know what he'll do when he gets his hands on me.

I try to run faster, breathing so hard you can see it in the cold air. I take a chance and look back over my shoulder, my eyes widening when I see the man stop walking toward me. I stop, confused, and watch as he takes a deep breath, before he opens his mouth and exhales. A ball of fire flies from his mouth toward me.

I turn back and run as fast as my legs will take me. I can feel the heat of the fireball coming closer and closer, burning my skin.

I jump up from my bed and fall to the floor, which hurts my shoulder more than I thought. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and take a deep breath, getting up from the floor as I yawn and wipe a hand down my face. These dreams have been getting way too intense for my liking.

I slowly stand from my spot on the floor and walk toward my dresser, stopping at the long mirror by the window. I turn and notice something on my shoulder. Taking a closer step to the mirror, I take another look and see the red spot on my shoulder. It stings and I realize it's the same spot I would have been hit by the fireball in my dream.

"No way," I mumble, looking back at my bed. Something strange is definitely happening.

I walk back to my bed and grab the shining object near my pillow. It's the locket I found on Themyscira. I must have fallen asleep trying to open it again. I've had this thing for over seven months and still can't figure out how to get it opened. I try to pry it open it once more, fiddling with the small lock on the side, but again it doesn't open. Maybe it's busted. I'll have to sneak one of the hammers from the garage and bust it open later tonight. Until then, I have more work to do today.

I toss the locket into the drawer on my nightstand and quickly go to my dresser. Opening the bottom drawer I grab a pair of jeans, pull them out, and put them on. Opening the middle drawer, I pull out a thin tank top and switch it out for my pajama shirt, tossing the large t-shirt stolen from one of my brothers on my bed, before I walk to the closet and grab a thin sweater from the first hanger I see. When I glance over my shoulder, I look at the small clock on my nightstand. 07:10. Alfred will be up and getting ready to head downstairs so I need to get to his room before everyone else gets up.

I quickly rush out of the room and down the hall, turning the corner once, stopping at the last door on the left. I gently knock on the closed door. I only have to wait a few moments before it opens and Alfred steps into the hall, greeting me with a smile.

"Miss Penelope," he says, "an early greeting from the birthday girl."

I flash him a smile. "I wanted the present you promised," I joke, winking at him.

Alfred chuckles and nods. "I see, I see."

"I actually needed your knowledge in first aid," I say, turning my shoulder toward him so he can see the burn.

"Miss Penelope!" he exclaims, grabbing my arm and pulling me into his room. "What on earth did you do?"

I take a seat on the small stool I have spent many nights on, talking through the night, getting stories from Alfred of my parents. I watch as Alfred rushes off into his conjoined bathroom, pulling his jacket off and carefully laying it on the bed, before he gently rolls up his sleeves. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Alfred," I say when he comes back.

In his arms he carries a kit he's made throughout the years, his own supply of bandages and antiseptic from countless nights having to tend to my father and brothers. "Last week I gave your father stitches after he fought a man who travels through mirrors. Not to mention your mother is the Queen of a race of warriors on an island hidden to the world. I'm sure nothing you can say will stump me at this point." He places everything down on a tray and pulls it close to me.

"You got me there," I say as he walks back into the bathroom. I hear the sink turn on as he washes his hands, before he walks back into the room wearing a pair of white gloves. "I was having a dream, only it wasn't a dream," I explain. "There was this guy who could breathe fire, and I was running away from him, and I woke up with this. Like he was able to hurt me inside the dream.

Alfred nods as he steps beside me and begins to clean my shoulder. The cold water against my shoulder startles me, but it soothes my skin, which I'm happy for. "I see," Alfred says. He gently pats my shoulder dry. "And your powers?" he asks. "I'm assuming you still haven't told either of your parents that you have them?"

I shake my head, grateful he cannot see the blush spreading over my cheeks. Dad has made it very clear that he doesn't want me in the family business, at least the one that takes up most of their nights. Mom has never said it to my face, but I have overheard her tell Antiope a time or two that she was grateful I didn't have powers. She doesn't want me to have that responsibility. Alfred is the only one that knows I've inherited much more than my looks from Mom.

"That's one secret I would like to keep a bit longer," I say. "Besides, they have enough to worry about."

"Ah yes," Alfred says as he grabs a packet of burn cream and tears off the corner. "The plan." He gently spreads some of the cream on my shoulder. "I feel quite awful not being truthful with your mother."

He bandages my shoulder and I let out a sigh. "If she didn't want to come, she wouldn't have. You know Mom, she's stubborn."

Alfred laughs as he finishes the bandage. "Soon it won't matter. You saw that look Dad had when she walked in the room."

Alfred steps beside me and pulls off the gloves, tossing them into the trash before he fixes his sleeves. "You're all set," he says, fixing his face, forcing the frown to disappear. He picks his jacket up from the bed and pulls it on, making sure to fix the buttons before he turns to face me. His face, much more wrinkled than in the photos I've seen of Mom and Dad's wedding, still brightens up whenever Mom is mentioned. He loves her. Which is why I knew he was the perfect person to help me get Mom off the island and back to Gotham.

"Now, I do believe I have to get some breakfast started. After all, it is someone's birthday." He steps toward the small desk near the window and opens the top drawer, pulling a box out from inside. "Happy Birthday, Miss Penelope," he says as he hands me the box, a smile on his face.

I quickly open the box, my lips curling into a smile when I see the small book inside. I gently pull the book out, flipping through the first few pages. More photos to add to my collection. Alfred knows I love having these memories frozen in time. "Thank you," I say, putting the book back into the box and carefully closing the lid.

"You're welcome, Miss Penelope," he says.

He watches as I stand and carefully pull the sweater in my hands over my tank top. I walk out of the room, thanking Alfred once more, and walk down the hall into my room. Inside I place the box in my hands under the bed, scooting it closer to the wall so no one else will know it's there.

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"How's your breakfast?"

Mom looks up from her nearly empty plate and gives Alfred a smile. "Delicious as always," she says to him as she places her fork on the plate and picks up her piece of toast. "I've truly missed your cooking."

Mom takes a bite of the toast and smiles once more. Alfred gives her a smile back. "I'm glad, Miss Diana," he says. He fills her empty glass with more orange juice and turns to me. "It's nice to have someone who truly appreciates a good meal."

Mom laughs as Alfred turns to me and gives me a smirk. I stick my tongue out at Alfred. He does the same and picks up my empty plate, taking it to the sink. Mom finishes the last of her toast and turns to me. "So what are your plans for today?" she asks.

I give her a shrug. She nods, her ponytail bouncing as she moves her head. She rubs her hands on her dark jeans and fixes her green shirt before she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I can see she's spent another night up and worrying. Her eyes are tired, which makes the small wrinkles around her eyes even more visible.

"I usually spend the day with Dad," I explain. "He usually takes the morning off until Antiope comes."

Mom nods and opens her eyes. "I see." She takes a drink from her glass and sets it back down on the table, glancing up at Alfred when the doorbell rings throughout the house. "Well if you have some time, maybe we can go to lunch or something?" she asks.

I nod. "I think I can make that work," I say with a wink. We both watch as Alfred walks out of the room at the sound of the doorbell ringing again. "I'm really happy you're here, though," I tell her, turning to face her. "I've missed you."

Mom gives me a big smile. "I've missed you too," she says. She pats my knee and moves a piece of my black hair back behind my ear.

"I wish we could all be together every year," I say. I watch as she sighs and shakes her head.

"I know, Penelope," she says. "But I don't think-"

"HAPPY BIRTH-DAY!"

The both of us turn to the kitchen door and see Tim standing there, a bag over his shoulder, a wrapped gift in his hand. My lips curl into a wide smile. Mom lets out a sigh of relief. Tim's entrance may have saved her this time, but I will be bringing it up again later.

"Tim!" I say, jumping from my stool and rushing to the door. I jump into his arms and give him a giant hug.

He hugs me back and says, "Sorry I couldn't make it last night."

I pull back from Tim and raise an eyebrow. "Trouble with the Titans?" I ask.

Tim waves off my question. Like Dad, he doesn't like to get me too involved in his alter ego's lifestyle. "Just trouble," he says with a shrug. He glances up and freezes when he sees Mom standing where she had been sitting seconds prior, leaning against the breakfast bar in silence. "Diana?" he asks.

Mom nods and gives him a small smile. She's worried about how he's going to react to seeing her. "Hi Tim," she says quietly.

"Are you back?" Tim asks, rushing up to Mom. He gives her a small hug and she returns it, the breath she's been holding coming out quietly.

"No, just here for a few days," she answers. Tim looks up at her and nods. It's almost like they're able to talk to each other silently, understanding what the silent look on each other's faces mean. "But I hear you're in San Francisco now?"

Tim nods. "Yeah. I love it," he says. Mom nods and leans back against the breakfast bar. "It's a long story that we'll have to discuss over coffee or something." Her arms cross over her chest as she watches Tim shrug. She gives him a small nod and exhales, glad to know he doesn't hate her as much as Damian seems to. That's one less person she has to be concerned about.

"I'd like that," Mom says to Tim.

He nods, giving her a small smile, before he turns to me. "Happy Birthday, PJ," he says as he hands me the wrapped gift, giving Mom a small glance from the corner of his eye. He doesn't think I see him, so I stay quiet as I rip open the paper and the box and pull out the device wrapped in bubble wrap.

I yank off the bubble wrap and let it fall to the floor, ignoring the look on Alfred's face as he rolls his eyes at yet another mess I've made. Tim's gift makes me smile as my fingers run along the edges. "You didn't!" I say, jumping up and down excitedly.

Tim only nods. "I figured you could use some technology on that primitive island," he says, turning to Mom. "No offense."

Mom only smiles. "None taken."

"I remember how you would steal my old Gameboy when you were little, and it would keep you quiet for hours."

"As I recall," Alfred chimes in, "you and Master Damian once used that little device to keep Miss Penelope quiet during a marathon of Star Wars."

Mom lets out a chuckle. Tim blushes and puts a finger to his lips, telling Alfred to be quiet. "Anyway," he says, turning to me. "I got you a few solar chargers and extra games." He digs into the duffle bag around his shoulder and pulls out another small bag, handing it to me. "We can get you some more games next time you're in town." In another six months is what he really means.

The two of us turn to Mom, who continues to stare at Tim, a smile on her lips. "Thank you, Tim," I say, giving him another small hug. "I'm going to put this upstairs," I say as I rush out of the kitchen.

I make my way to my room, putting the Gameboy on the bed as I reach under the bed and pull the suitcase I arrived with out from underneath. I carefully open the top and place the Gameboy as well as the other accessories into the suitcase, shoving it beside the set of custom arrowheads Jason bought from Roy, and the books Dick bought after telling him I was tired of reading nothing but ancient laws and history. The clothes Damian gifted me are neatly folded beside the books, cushioning the photo album Alfred gifted me this morning. I quickly close the suitcase and shove it back under my bed, before I rush back out of the room and down to the kitchen, stopping when I see Dad about to walk in.

"Morning," I say.

Dad looks over his shoulder and gives me a small smile. "Morning," he says. "Happy Birthday."

I give Dad a small nod and rush back into the kitchen, leaving the door open for him to follow. Inside Mom and Tim are talking, their voices coming down to a whisper before stopping all together as I walk up to the two. Tim gives Mom a nod and lets out a small sigh, before he looks up at Dad, watching as he walks into the room.

"Mornin' Bruce," he says.

Dad nods and tries not to yawn. He was out late last night, I can see it in his face. "Morning," is all he says as he walks further into the room. Alfred hands him a cup of coffee and Dad thanks him, taking a sip of the dark liquid.

Dad runs a hand through his thick hair as he shifts his eyes from Tim to Mom. He stares at her longer than necessary, looking her up and down, before he looks at me, his cheeks turning pink when he realizes he's been caught.

"You still want to go to the movies?" Dad asks me as he takes another sip of his coffee.

I nod. The biggest blockbuster of the Summer came out last weekend and Dad's been promising to take me for the last few days. He gives a small nod and looks over at Mom, his eyebrow raising as he decides whether he wants to be nice and invite her, or be selfish and take me alone. "Diana?" he finally says, asking the question with just her name.

Mom shakes her head. "No, you two go. I have something to do this morning," she says.

I watch as Dad nods and returns all his attention back to his coffee, trying to ignore the woman across the room. Tim looks between them and raises an eyebrow, asking me what the deal with the two of them are. I only shrug. "But now that everyone is in town, and we have some free time, I have an idea." Everyone turns to look at me. Alfred raises an eyebrow. Tim tilts his head as he stares at me. Mom and Dad glance over at each other before they turn their attention back to me. "So tomorrow, since Dad doesn't have any meetings, I say we go to the amusement park you've been teasing about for months."

Tim flashes a big smile and pulls out his phone, probably already telling Dick and Jason of the plan. I don't have to know Damian well enough to know he'll do anything as long as it gets his adrenaline rushing.

Dad takes another sip of his coffee and places the mug down on the counter, thinking hard about my suggestion. For weeks I've asked to go, and normally he would have cleared his schedule for a day out, but it never seemed right with just me and him. It seems like a much better idea now that the family can go - the whole family.

"We don't even know if the boys are free to go," Dad says. He's purposely trying to get out of spending time with all of us. He glances up at Mom again, before he pulls his phone out of his pants pocket. Correction: he's purposely trying to get out of spending time with Mom. Well it's not going to happen. I've only had them together once, and I won't let it go to waste.

Without skipping a beat Tim flashes his phone screen to Dad and says, "Jason and Dick are down." He turns the phone when it vibrates in his hand, looking down at the screen for a moment before he adds, "And Damian says he'll come if we invite Jon."

I nod and look at Dad, who is still trying to avoid answering the question. "See, everyone is all good to go. So can we go?"

He glances up at Mom one more time. She only shrugs and gives him a small nod, before he lets out a sigh. "Fine," he says, putting his phone back into his pocket. "We'll go tomorrow." He turns and grabs his coffee, gulping the last of the liquid that has gone cold, before he places the mug into the sink. He turns to me and says, "Now come on, we've got a movie to catch."

I nod and follow Dad out of the kitchen, giving Alfred a wink on my way out. He rolls his eyes at me and turns to clean the counter where Dad's coffee mug has left a small ring. I follow Dad out into the garage and into his car, hopping in the front seat with him. He climbs in behind the wheel and starts the car, waiting until my seatbelt is buckled over my chest before he starts to drive out of the garage and down the driveway, toward town.

As he drives through the streets of Gotham, still quiet for being a little after nine in the morning, he stays quiet. It's unusual for him. "Dad?" I ask as he turns the corner.

"Hmm," he says, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him.

"Does it bother you?" I ask.

His eyes don't leave the road as he answers me. "Does what bother me?"

"Mom being here."

He slows the car down as we approach a red light, stopping at the intersection. He turns to me and thinks for a moment, biting his bottom lip as he thinks about his answer. Finally he says, "It's complicated. I haven't seen your mother since you were a baby." He turns back to face the stoplight, watching the traffic as more cars make their way onto the road.

The light turns green and Dad hits the gas, turning the corner one more time. That wasn't an answer. And like he's said before, I am stubborn. "Why?" I ask. I am genuinely curious, as no one has given me the exact reasoning my parents split so long ago.

Dad's hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter and he lets out a sigh. I don't need him to answer it this time. The way his shoulders tense thinking about Mom tells me everything I need to know. Hopefully he can forgive her - I still have a few days to get him to that point.

"But she's still as beautiful as you remember, right?" I ask with a grin, choosing to ignore the last question I've asked.

Dad nods without thinking. His shoulders untense and his grip on the wheel loosens. "Of course," he admits. "She was always the most beautiful person in the room." He puts his hand on my head and pushes the same strand of hair behind my ear Mom had during breakfast.

One of the things I miss when I'm here in Gotham with Dad is being able to control my long hair. Mom usually helps me with it on the island, braiding it with such precision, even the most intense training exercises with Antiope can't mess it up. For years Dad would try, but it can't stand up to Mom's. Alfred even gave it a try, but his old hands aren't as flexible as they used to be. When I'm here, I usually end up doing it myself. Most of the time it ends up in a messy ponytail or pushed back with a hair band.

"That's where you get it from," Dad says, breaking my thoughts.

I give Dad a wide smile. "Did you ever think about her?" I ask, my questions starting back up. I'm going to get him to break, no matter how much he doesn't want to think about Mom.

Dad shrugs as he pulls into the parking lot of the theater. "I used to." I can tell he's lying. I've seen him on more than one occasion looking at that wedding photo he keeps hidden in the top drawer of his desk.

"Do you think you'll ever get back together?"

Dad pulls into a spot and turns the car off. He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to me, his eyebrow raised in confusion. "What is with all the questions today?" I notice he doesn't answer the question.

I shrug and unbuckle myself. "Do you ever regret falling in love with her?"

Dad takes a moment to think of the question, his eyes reading my face as he thinks of his answer. After a moment he says, "No" and shakes his head. "Because she gave me you, and that's more than I could ever ask for." He leans over and kisses my forehead, before he pokes my cheek with his finger. "Now that's enough questions."

He opens his car door and steps out and I do the same. We both close our doors and Dad locks the car, before he walks up and places his hand on my uninjured shoulder. We quickly walk to the theater, getting to our seats just in time to catch the beginning previews.

XXXXXX

May 19th. Wayne Enterprises. 12:34

I sit behind Dad's desk in his big computer chair, twirling around and around until I get dizzy. After our movie, Dad had received a call about an emergency meeting. After he apologized about a dozen times, he had called Alfred to come pick me up from his work since he didn't know how long it would take. When Dad had sat me in his office, promising me he'd be home in time for dinner, I took the liberty and called Alfred myself, rearranging my pick up. After all, Mom had said she would like to get lunch, and now that my day had opened up, it was the perfect chance to tell her all about the last six months.

There's a knock on the door and I spin the chair to face the front of Dad's office. "Come in," I call. I place my hands on the desk, ready to strike a deal to whoever is on the other side.

Mom pokes her head inside and lets out a small sigh when she notices Dad is nowhere to be found. "Where's your father?" she asks as she steps into the office and closes the door behind her.

"In a meeting," I say. I spin the chair once more before I hop off it. My legs wobble as my head spins. I now realize that I have spun one too many times. My hand holds the edge of Dad's desk as I regain my balance. When I'm all set, I look up to see Mom shaking her head, a small smile on her face.

"You're just like your brother," she says softly.

I run a hand through my hair, huffing as I realize most of the ponytail has fallen out. "Which one?" I ask as I yank the rubber band out, leaving my wavy hair to fall to the middle of my back.

"All of them," she says. She walks up to where I stand and places a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to stop meddling with my hair. Without a word she gently rakes her fingers through my hair, separates a section toward the front and braids it. When she's done she pulls it into a ponytail, keeping the hair neatly out of my face. "It's not perfect, but it'll do," she says as she admires her quick work.

I look at her handiwork in the mirror to the left of me, a smile on my face. Oh how I've missed not being the only girl in a place. "It's wonderful," I say. "I've missed this."

Mom lets out a chuckle as she turns to the mirror and pulls half of her hair from her face and braids it, letting it fall gently to the back of her head unsecured. Not that it matters. Mom could be bald and still look as beautiful as ever.

"You and your father both have unruly hair," she comments. "If only you could see what it was like those nights he fell asleep at his computer after long nights patrolling."

She lets out a laugh as she thinks back. The memory must be a good one because the smile doesn't leave her face. "But he's still very handsome," I say, wiggling my eyebrows. If Dad won't break, maybe Mom will and admit she still has feelings for Dad.

Mom raises an eyebrow. She's not as easily persuaded as Dad, but she also won't lie. "Yes. He is." She shakes her head free of the memories and clears her throat. "Does Valentina's still have the best pizza in Gotham?" she asks, changing the subject.

I nod. Valentina's is the only place my family has been getting pizza from for years. One time Damian bought pizza from a competing restaurant and was shunned by Tim for a week. He never made that mistake again.

Mom scribbles out a note on one of the pads of sticky notes on Dad's desk, letting him know she picked me up in case Alfred hasn't gotten ahold of him yet. She attaches the note to the edge of his computer, her eyes linger on the photo of all of us kids in the corner of the desk, before she turns to me and gives me a small smile. The two of us make our way out of the office and down the hall to the elevators, riding down in silence. We make our way out of the building and down the street, our eyes set on the small restaurant on the corner. It isn't long before we're sitting outside, a pizza set in between us as we talk about the last six months.

I tell Mom about Dick and his promotion at work. She nods, as if she already knows this. I then let her know about Jason and Tim. I tell her about Damian, but I don't linger on his treatment of me. I know Mom would not be too thrilled to know how awful he is. I tell Mom about Alfred and how sassy he has become in his old age. That gets a laugh from Mom as she tells me Alfred has always been sassy. I tell Mom about Thanksgiving, when Uncle Clark decided to deep fry a turkey much to Alfred's dismay. I tell her about Christmas and the snowstorm that Gotham had, leading to the city being closed for three days. I tell her about the Valentine's date Damian went on that ended in disaster. I then tell Mom about Dad and how wonderful the last few months have been. She smiles but I can see the hurt in her eyes. It's not that I don't love spending time on the island, I do. I love being there with Mom, Antiope, and all the Amazons. But I also love spending time with Dad and my brothers, and Alfred, and kids my own age. More often than not I wish I didn't have to split my time with them.

"Sounds like you had a wonderful time," she says as she wipes her hands with a napkin.

I nod and take another bite from the slice of pizza that has cooled in my hands. It was a wonderful time, but something was missing. Something is always missing. I open my mouth to make a comment when a camera flash goes off beside us.

"OH MY GOD!" someone yells. Both Mom and I turn to see a group of women standing beside us, their phones out recording and taking pictures of us.

Mom hooks the leg of my chair with her foot and pulls, dragging me back behind her, her instinct to protect me on full display. Dad does the same thing whenever we are out and someone with a camera comes toward us. He says he doesn't want me to have to live my life in front of everyone, but I know the real reason. He's afraid of someone finding out who he is, who he truly is, and having access to me. Mom has lived on the island for so long she has forgotten that fear, but now that it is happening before her eyes, she jumps into protective mode without hesitation.

"Is that Wonder Woman?" one of the women asks as she snaps a picture of Mom.

"It is!" another exclaims. "And she's here with her daughter."

"PJ," one of the women in the back says, "what are you two discussing."

Mom glances at the woman and gives her a smile. To the untrained eye it may seem like a genuine smile, but I know what it actually means. Leave my daughter alone or you'll answer to me.

"Hello," Mom says. Everyone's attention turns to her. The blonde woman in the front snaps a photo of Mom and gives her a timid smile.

"Wonder Woman. Diana. Hi," she says. "You're back in Gotham!"

Mom nods. "I am," she states. "And I appreciate your enthusiasm, but my daughter is a little too young to be plastered all over the internet, so can we please put the phones away?"

The women all glance up from their phones and look my way, their eyes widening when they see me sitting behind Mom with a scared look on my face. I may have grown up the daughter of Wonder Woman and billionaire Bruce Wayne, but they still did everything in their power to keep me shielded. The women all nod and shove their phones into their purses. Mom gives another nod, a thanks for listening to her, and gives them another smile. My shoulders, which ache from how tense they have become, relax as I let out a small sigh of relief. Even after a decade away, some people still respect Mom's wishes.

"Diana?" The woman in front says. "You're back in Gotham. Does that mean Wonder Woman is back for good?"

Mom opens her mouth to answer when another question is said. "Does that mean you and Bruce are getting back together?"

Everyone falls silent as they await Mom's answer. She gives a nervous chuckle and shakes her head. "No," she states. "Bruce and I aren't getting back together."

All four of the women pout as their hopes are crushed. Alfred used to tell me stories of my father and of the women he used to date before Mom. He told me when the two of them got together, and married, half of the women in Gotham were sad to know they would never have a chance with him. But that all changed when they realized how much of a difference having Mom in Gotham made to the city. She pushed for Dad to make Gotham a better place, helped his company, even went as far as volunteering her own limited time to help the business in the city recover from years of crime. The people of Gotham trusted her. When Mom left, however, everyone in Gotham was saddened by her departure. Everyone who had witnessed their love was devastated that they of all people couldn't make it last.

As I watch the women say their goodbyes, waving to Mom as they walk down the street, gossiping amongst themselves, I smile to myself. No, Mom and Dad weren't getting back together - at least not yet.

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Chapters: 2/22 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends) Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Tobias Kiramman, Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Heartland AU, Alternate Universe, POV Alternating, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Horses, Horseback Riding, Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary Vi (League of Legends), Lesbian Character, POV Lesbian Character, Queer Themes, Queer Character, POV Queer Character, Lesbian Caitlyn (League of Legends), Disabled Character, Disability, Physical Disability, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Mild Smut, blink and you miss it Jayce/Victor slash Summary:

Vi gets a job at Heartland Ranch after their release from Stillwater prison, but the former Enforcer who lives there wants to make everything difficult for them. Until they start to bond over similar family trauma and a horse named Jinx.

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Very excited for FanFictionFriday, even though my list is way too long already. Thank you again for doing these.

FunFact: Yesterday I was convinced it was already friday and was wondering why FanFictionFriday wasn't happening.

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Ps: happy pride month 🌈

Thank you! I’m excited to get to know a lot of new fic too. Though i’m supposed to be planning/writing/photoshopping a lot for dean daily today because i have a few busy days ahead 👀👀

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A Real Date

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Request: So, how about a fluffy Sam x reader, where they’ve just started a relationship and finally have some down time between hunts to go on a first real date

Word Count: 13

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Characters: Reader, Sam, and Dean

About: Reader and Sam go on a first real date

Warnings: Language (Few swear words here and there), Fluff (Pretty fluffy, who doesn’t like a fluffy Sam?)

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I wake up and roll out of bed. My body still sore from the hunt the boys and I finished a few days ago. It's not everyday I'm thrown by a werewolf into a cement wall but. I've had worse. I once had a vampire feed on me for days, but that's a different story.

I limp over to the dresser and grab clothes for the day, when I notice the time on the nightstand through the mirror. It's almost noon. I hang my head and pull a simple jeans and a t-shirt out and throw them on. Not before I put on the herb cream I made to help with the sore muscles.

As I walk into the kitchen, I'm throwing my hair up into a hair band when I hear, "Thank God, she lives!" I stare Dean down, who has a mouth full of food.

"Fuck off, Dean," I mumble as I make coffee. "My body is simply doing what its supposed to do. Unlike yours." I turn to see Dean glaring at me.

He gets up, clears his plate. "I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he says and walks out of the kitchen. "Sam! You girlfriend is being rude and mean." He adds.

"I'm going to kick his ass," I mumble to myself pouring myself coffee. I turn around to see Sam standing in the entryway. Staring at me with his perfect hazel eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He walks up to me and brushes a strand of hair that had managed to escape out of my face. His hands lingers under my chin and uses his thumb to rub my cheek. "You sleep okay?"

"I did actually," I sip my coffee and let the warm liquid do it's thing. "I'm still sore and still limping some. Not bad though, so don't worry about that."

Sam leans his head on mine. "I'm always going to worry about you. Hunting or not."

I smile and close my eyes. "You're so sweet and nice to me."

"Bleh," Deans voice is back in the kitchen.

"I'll make it up to you later tonight," Sam kisses the top of my head and pulls away. "Dean and I are going on a quick supply run. Just be ready to go after we get back."

Taking a deep breath I say, "Okay." Sam smiles and reaches out and brushes his hand across my cheek. "It's a date."

"A real one at that," Sam calls after me as he walk out of the bunker with Dean.

Now, I am left with either going to take a bath or going and setting up a prank in Deans room. Sighing, I opt for the bath, who knows what Sam has planned for me this evening. It's our first real date since becoming a thing about a month ago. With case upon case and literally stumbling onto a case, Sam and I haven't really had any time to go out and have fun.

***

When the boys finally come back, I am cleaned up and ready for whatever my tall hunter has planned for me. I watch as the boys put the stuff away. Dean waltz's off to his room only to turn around and eye me.

"Did you do something to my room while we were gone?"

I slip out of the kitchen chair and pocket my phone. "No, Dean. I was going to though."

Sam slips his arm through mine. I look up and see this huge smile on his face. "Shall we go?" He asks. I nod and Sam starts to lead me out of the bunker. "Don't wait up for us," Sam calls back after Dean.

"Dean is letting you drive this?" I raise an eyebrow when Sam leads us to the impala.

"Yep, took some convincing," Sam opens my side of the door and watches me as I slip into the front. Sam closes the door and with a few strides he in slipping into the driver seat and turning the car on.

"What do you say, we go to the buffet you like? Or that pizza parlor?" Sam looks at me and in the setting sun is at the perfect angle to see the color change in his eyes. My heart skips a beat and I almost instantly melt in my seat.

"You have said yourself that those two places should be shut down for who knows how many health code reasons," I shake my head and regain my composure.

"I mean, if you don't want to go to either places, I'm all for that because it's true, they should be shut down," Sam runs his hand through his long hair as he puts the impala into drive. "I just thought that maybe, I could shove it and take you there."

I smile and look at the road ahead of us. " You, Sam Winchester, are the sweetest man ever. But," I look over at him and he gives a quick sideways glance at me. "There is one place I want to try."

"Anywhere you want to go, my dear," Sam takes his free hand and rests it on my leg.

"Well," I take a deep breath. "It's a backyard-alley like taco spot. They make everything right in front of you, tortilla included. Everything is fresh. I've been thinking non-stop about it since Dean first mentioned it a few weeks ago."

Sam looks at me and back at the road. "Back alley taco shop. Do I need a gun?"

I laugh, "Maybe for the best. Let me text Dean to see if he has the directions."

***

When we pull up to the house, the sun was just about gone. Sam puts the car into park and opens the door and walks around to let me out. As I step out of the impala, Sam's hand lands on my waist. Pulling me up against his chest. He brushes my hair out my eyes and places a gentle kiss to my cheek before letting me go.

"Why the face?" Sam asks when he sees my scrunched up face.

"You missed," I take the collar of his shirt and press my lips to his. I instantly begin to feel my legs to shake.

"Indeed, I did," Sam mumbles. He wraps an arm around to keep me steady. Pulling back and keeping an arm around me, Sam says "How about we get you some tacos." He boops my nose with his index finger and links his arm in mine and leads us to the smell of tacos coming from the backyard of the house in front of us.

***

Back at the bunker, and full of tacos. Sam walks me to my room. "Tonight was fun," I say lacing my fingers into his. "We should do this more often when we have more down time."

Sam smiles. "We should."

Sam places a free hand on my waist and pulls me towards him. I place my hands on his chest and meet him halfway. Our lips move together like a dance. Sam slowly pushes me onto the wall where I wrap my arounds his neck and sigh into his lips.

"Ugh! Guys, not in the hallway, get a room," Deans voice ruins the moment.

Sam pulls away and give me an apologetic smile. I can see that even Sam wants to kick his brothers ass. Sam quickly kisses me and runs his thumb over my cheek and tells me goodnight before leaving me in the hall by myself.

I go into my room and get ready for bed. Once my head hits the pillow, I pass out.

I am slowly awakened by the bed sinking under me. I roll over to see Sam slipping into the small space beside me.

"I'm sorry," He whispers. "I didn't mean to wake you." He gathers me into his arms and tightly wraps his arm around me. His head resting on my head. "I just wanted to come lay with you."

I sleepily nuzzle my face into his chest and smile. "This is just what I need." I listen to the sound of his breath and soon I'm falling back asleep. But not without noticing Sam placing a gentle kiss to the top of head.

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