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By Your Doorstep (Part 7)

Summary: The reader spends her first Thanksgiving with Dean and his friends and she and Dean grow closer as a couple. But things change when a knock on the door happens one night...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, bad parenting, past child abuse, violence, blackmail

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

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Reader’s POV

Two Days Later

“We’re here!” called Dean as you followed him inside of his friend’s Donna and Benny’s house. Sam helped Toast navigate the cluster of shoes by the door as Tessa stepped in.

“About time you Winchesters got here,” said a man poking his head out from down a hall. “Hey, somebody’s looking better.”

“Are you that firefighter?” asked Tessa.

“At your service,” he said as he walked over. “Benjamin Laffetite. My friends call me Benny.”

“Aw, he is like a big teddy bear, Dean,” you said. Benny gave Dean a side eye but smiled. “Nice to meet you in person. We missed you at the last party Dean had.”

“Likewise. Me and the missus were out of town. Come on ladies. Let these two handle the bags,” he said as Toast ran up and sniffed him. “Well aren’t you adorable? What’s your name?”

“Toast. He’s my service dog. Kinda,” said Tessa.

“We’ll save him a slice of turkey,” said Benny as he pet him. “Hey you single kid?”

“Benny,” said Dean with a sigh.

“Jack’s here,” said Benny before he turned the two of you. “He’s our buddy Cas’ little cousin. 18. Freshman at Elmdale. He’s got that whole sweetly naive innocent thing going on for him.”

“Benny!” said a young looking guy in a hoodie standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

“Speak of the devil. Hey, Jackie, come say hi to this chick out of your league. Give you some practice talking to girls,” said Benny with a smirk.

“Hi. He’s an ass,” said Jack before Toast wandered over to him. “This your dog?”

“Yeah,” she said as Toast started to lick him. “He likes you.”

She gave you a look and you waved for her to take off, Benny chuckling to himself.

“Always gotta harass the kids, don’t you, Benny,” said Dean. The boys exchanged quick hugs and Benny let out a big laugh.

“Well since Sammy got big enough to beat me up I had to pick easier targets,” said Benny. He gave you a smile and threw his arm over your shoulders. “I got this one boys.”

“Benny…” said Dean as Benny walked off with you. “Play nice.”

“Don’t I always?” he said. He showed you into a kitchen and stopped next to a blonde working over the stove. “Y/N this is my lovely gal, Donna. Deano set us up a few years back.”

“Oh you’re adorable,” she said, ditching a spoon in a pot before giving you a big hug.

“She’s a hugger,” said Benny as he took over the stove.

“We haven’t seen Dean in months. We were starting to think he fell off the face of the earth,” she said.

“Sorry. We uh, we’ve been busy with a lot lately,” you said, getting an eye roll from her.

“Don’t apologize. He is head over heels for you,” she said. “But I will fuck you up if you hurt him, okay?”

“Permission granted,” you said.

“Donna, she’s almost kicked ass for me before,” said Dean as he and Sam carried in two casserole dishes.

“Then she doesn’t have to worry, does she? So you a beer or wine kinda gal?” she asked.

“She likes bourbon,” said Cas as he walked in with a plate full of bugles held strangely close to his face.

“Why are you so weird buddy?” chuckled Dean, slapping Cas on the back. “Everybody else knows Y/N and Tessa for the most part.”

“I’ll take a beer for now,” you said. You followed Dean into the garage and grabbed a bottle from the cooler, a goofy smile crossing his face. “What?”

“I’m really happy you’re here is all,” he said. You set the beer down on the cooler and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, smiling back at him.

“I really like when you’re happy.” He blushed a little as your nose grazed his. His eyes kept lock with yours though and you smiled as you saw the creases near them from his own. “I think I might be falling for you or something Winchester.”

“Fancy that. I could say the exact same,” he said. “The deranged woman shouting toast in the neighborhood.”

“The man who fell on his ass on my front porch,” you said. He giggled and you immediately kissed him, Dean pulling you flush against himself. “That just might be the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life.”

He grinned and you both heard the door open, Tessa coming out and digging around in a cooler for a soda. She looked a little tired as you picked up your and Dean’s beers, Dean ruffling her head slightly. She shut her eyes and you both smiled.

“You’re still recovering. Take it easy if you need to,” he said.

“I know,” she hummed. She straightened up when Jack came out to get a drink, Tessa ducking back inside where it was warmer.

“Jack,” said Dean with a whistle. “Why don’t you and Tessa go sit down and watch some football? Something easy going.”

“She likes football?” he asked.

“She got sick a few days ago and needs some rest is all,” you said. “But you don’t have to-”

“No that’s totally cool,” he said with a smile.

“She is out of your league, Jack. Also in highschool,” said Dean. Jack held up his hands and Dean chuckled as he walked out. “Don’t worry about him. He’s the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.”

“Cas always brags about him. I figured he wouldn’t be like, an asshole,” you said. “So he’s like Cas’ nephew, right?”

“Technically, yes. Legally, he’s his kid. Cas’ whole family is full of nutjobs. Jack’s dad isn’t a great guy. Cas took custody of Jack about two years ago.”

“You ever talk to him about...taking charge before you’re ready?”

“Cas was twenty nine with a very good job and house and security and Jack was seventeen. They’re more like brothers I guess. Cas is one of my best friends but he doesn’t...get it. His parents help a lot. I know you know the difference.”

“I do,” you said. You gave him another kiss and slipped back inside with him, a woman you didn’t recognize giving you a smile as she popped into the garage. “You know her?”

“Must be a friend of Donna’s,” he said as he took your hand. “You’re all chilly. Let’s get you warmed up, sweetheart.”

“I’m officially stuffed,” said Dean that night back at home after his fifth slice of pie that day. He was in his onesie and you’d slipped into your gray one, Dean hopping over the back of the couch and pulling you into his side.

Tessa hummed as she skipped downstairs sporting a pink and white one, Sam sighing loudly as Toast trotted down the steps.

“Sammy, you look cute!” called Tessa. She sounded a little too pleased with herself and Dean gave her a fist bump just as Sam walked around the corner. His was black and he had the hood up, a pout on his face.

“Aw, he’s adorable,” you said.

“I hate you. All of you,” said Sam as he stretched out on the other end of the wrap around.

“Sam, share,” said Tessa. He smirked and flipped her as he pulled her down, Tessa yelping but letting out a few giggles. He sat back and she leaned back against him, leaving enough room for Toast to use his pillow on the floor to hop up onto the end.

“Alright, now that everyone’s settled, let’s watch some football,” said Dean.

About an hour later Tessa was passed out on top of Sam, Sam breathing softly as he slept as well. You looked at Dean to find he was watching them too, a silly look on his face.

“We should do onesies for Christmas Eve too,” you said.

“Definitely. This was the best thanksgiving I think Sammy and me have ever had.”

“Really?”

“I got my girl. I got my little sis and brother. Got my dog. Sammy really liked that Eileen girl he met today. This is definitely up there as one of the best days ever,” he said.

“You know how earlier I said I was falling for you?” you smirked.

“Oh yes. That was a highlight of the day,” he chuckled quietly.

“Looking over at those two, this is the first time she’s not cried on a holiday in years. She had a really good day and I don’t feel like I’m fucking this up as much as I was anymore and I know it’s because of you.”

“Oh I’m doing this all for entirely selfish reasons,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “Very selfish.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder with a smile.

“I’ve only ever let one person in, all that way down to the shit deep down there. I love my friends and I’d do anything for them. I’d give ‘em a kidney if they needed it. But it was only ever Sam my whole life that got all the way in. Lately though, there’s this girl and she’s making me rethink some things and for the first time in my life, I let somebody else in and it feels terrifying but I’m happy in a way I didn’t think I’d have. She’s making me a better person and I feel so good and I am going to keep being incredibly selfish about that.”

He tilted his head down as you leaned up, meeting him for a kiss. It was soft and lingered, Dean cupping your cheek. You moved and he went with it, slow and lazy, laying back and enjoying a playful game. Something swelled up inside of you and burst open, a moment of pause as you took a breath. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes and you tried to look away before Dean saw but he was still holding your face, big green eyes locking onto yours.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, wiping away the sticky droplets.

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m happy. I’m so happy right now I don’t understand.”

“You let me in,” he said gently. “Way down you let me in just now, didn’t you.”

“I don’t understand why I’m crying,” you said.

“Because the last people you let in there, it broke your heart when you lost them,” he said. “Don’t be scared of losing me. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded and put your palm against his chest, Dean wiping off your face. His heart thumped along evenly, strong and steady. He nodded and he turned off the TV, carrying you up to bed. He sat you down and lay down beside you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you said. He propped himself up on his elbow and you rolled over to meet him.

“Sweetheart you can’t go around living scared of people dying on you. It’s-”

“It’s not that,” you said. “I just...can I ask an unaskable favor?”

“What?”

“If something happened to me, would you help take care of Tessa, until she’s ready to be on her own?” you asked.

“Why do you think something-”

“Dean could you just…” you said before he nodded.

“If anything ever happened, Tessa will always have us,” he said. “I swear.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me for that,” he said. He stroked your cheek again and offered a soft smile. “Is there something you’re not telling me sweetheart?”

“The last boyfriend I had I was twenty three. I’d been with him for three years. I thought he was gonna be the one, you know?”

“What happened?” he asked quietly, still tracing over your skin.

“He moved away after school for a job. It was working until it wasn’t. It was amicable. I still...never quite got over him I suppose. After the accident, he reached out to make sure I was doing okay. I really wasn’t but he was coming into town to see his parents anyways so he stopped over. I thought he cared, maybe I could let the wall down a little and it’d be okay. But he was so rude to her. She was in a real bad place at first and he just...was a dick and I got over him like that for good. But you, and Sam, I feel like, you’re the kind of the people that...if I dropped dead this second you’d be over her house ten years from now helping her put up a shelf or you’d take her out for drinks or something and the fact that she has people she can depend on and I don’t have to worry about her as much...it just kinda hit me tonight, you know?”

“I do. You have people you can depend on too,” he said. You leaned over and kissed him, Dean sliding his hand to the back of your head. “It gets easier. I promise it does.”

“I know,” you said.

“Let’s have a little quiet day at home tomorrow. Maybe we can put up the tree,” he said. “That sound fun?”

“Sounds perfect Dean.”

Two Weeks Later

“Tessa,” you said as she zipped up her winter jacket in the foyer.

“Y/N. I’m going over Jack’s to play video games, I swear,” she said. “I’m pretty sure Cas and Kelly will be home anyways.”

“Your shirt’s on backwards, doofus,” teased Dean from the couch. She huffed and took off her jacket, fixing it as Sam jogged down the stairs in a suit.

“Hot date tonight, Sammy?” she teased.

“At least I know how to dress myself,” he shot back. “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” she said. She put her jacket back on and hooked up Toast’s leash the two of them heading out.

“You think she’s actually going over to play video games or make out with him?” asked Dean.

“Both?” you laughed.

“Not bad plans if I say so myself,” he said, pulling you into his lap. The doorbell rang and he groaned. “Stay put. We have a makeout session to get to.”

He hopped up and went over to the door, immediately shutting it.

“Something wrong?” you asked as he walked back. He shook his head, the doorbell ringing again, you got up and went to the door, hearing Sam talking loudly outside with someone. You peeked the door open and saw a man on the front porch, Sam rolling his eyes and walking away from a woman. He got in the car and drove off with Tessa, the man giving you a look. “Can I help you?”

“We’d like to speak to Dean,” he said.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“His father,” he said, pushing the door open wide. “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend,” you said, stepping in front of him with crossed arms. “I don’t recall inviting you into my home.”

“Leave. Both of you,” said Dean as they both stepped into the foyer. “I said-”

“We want to speak to you. In private,” he said.

“I don’t think-” you got out before he got in your face and glared down at you. You swallowed. He was as big as Dean but there was something off to him.

“Dean. Private,” said his father.

“Y/N, go upstairs. Please,” said Dean. You sighed but went up, hanging around the balcony to try and overhear them in the family room below. “What the fuck are you two shitheads doing at my house?”

There was a thud and you froze, listening for more.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” said Dean, his voice slightly off.

“You know how this works.”

“Why don’t you get a job lazy ass? Oh wait. You get fired for being drunk at yours?” said Dean. There was another thud and you took out your phone, trying to record whatever was going on. “Oh punching. Very mature of…” said Dean before he gasped and made a whining sound.

“You know how this goes. She calls and you pay. Now pay or we’ll tell Sam the truth.”

“That you’re a sack of shit? He already-” said Dean before he went quiet.

“Have the money tomorrow by noon at the locker or else Sammy’s gonna drop you like the sack of shit you are, Dean. He’s gonna hate you for taking him from us and you know it.”

“I saved his-”

“No, no Dean. You were pathetic and couldn’t stand the thought of being alone so you took Sam. You pay us every few years. That’s the deal for us staying away. If you go back on your word now, we’ll go back on ours.”

“I’m done with you blackmailing me for-” said Dean before there was another thud.

“I’m done with you thinking you’re better than us. You’re nothing, understand boy?” he said. You went over to the hall closet and grabbed a baseball bat, walking downstairs to catch John staring down at the floor, Dean sat back against the wall holding his side.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” you said, gripping the bat tightly.

“Noon, Dean,” he said. He walked out with Mary on his tail. You quickly locked up and rushed over to Dean who had his eyes shut and was sporting a few bruises on his face.

“Jesus Dean,” you said. You moved his hand and saw a bruise on his ribs, Dean holding up a hand when you tried to move him.

“Give me a second,” he said. You picked up the bat and he caught your wrist, shaking his head. “He doesn’t have any problem hitting a woman, Y/N.”

“I should be calling the cops,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said when you tried to tug away. “Please don’t.”

You put down the bat and he dropped your hand. You cupped his cheeks and he winced.

“I need to take you to the hospital,” you said. He shook his head and you shook it right back. “Dean.”

“Help me over to the counter,” he said. You hooked an arm under his and got him up, walking him over to one of the stools. You sat him down, Dean inhaling sharply. You got out the first aid kit from the cabinet and set it down, taking a kitchen towel and wetting it before you dabbed it against this cheek. It soaked up a little blood and you frowned, Dean looking away.

“Dean I recorded the whole thing on my phone. It’s still going on the stairs. We gotta call-“

“Y/N. Just…don’t.” He started to grab the bag and stand when you scoffed. “I can handle this.”

He got up and started to walk, slowing down after a moment and holding his side again. He stopped by the back of the couch and dropped his head. You sighed and took the bag from him, throwing his arm over your shoulders and walking him upstairs, grabbing your phone along the way. You walked him into the bathroom and he sat up on the counter, leaning back against the wall with a wince.

You helped him out of his shirt and saw the bruise was darkening over his ribs, Dean shutting his eyes.

“Hand me your little mirror,” he said, pointing over to your vanity. You picked it up off the counter, Dean holding it up and looking at his face. “Alright. Can you get me-”

“Stop. I got this.” You used a washcloth and got it wet again, holding it against his cheek and around his eye. He tried looking down but kept moving his head and you settled on putting some more cold water on the towel, pressing it over his skin again. When it seemed like the bleeding had stopped you dug out some medication, dabbing it over the cuts. He was quiet, holding his side while you put a butterfly bandage over his cheek. You peeled his hand away and figured there wasn’t much you could do for his ribs.

You went downstairs and got some painkillers and an ice pack, returning to Dean right where you left him.

“Here,” you said, dropping the pills in his hand. He took them with a quick gulp of water, hissing as the cold touched his skin but he soon relaxed. You held the pack for him, Dean taking a deep breath. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Dean. Your dad just-”

“This is not the first time and it probably won’t be the last,” he said.

“Now I’m definitely calling the cops,” you said. You reached for your phone but he grabbed it first, holding it over his head. “Dean. He hurt you. He can’t just come into our house and do that.”

“What I need you to do is take my debit card, go to the ATM and take out five thousand from my savings and five thousand from checking. Hundreds is fine. Okay?” he said. “The PIN is-”

“I’m not doing anything other than putting you in bed,” you said. He glared and you gave it right back. You grabbed his arm and pushed him into the room and over to the bed, Dean laying back against the headboard reluctantly. “Why on earth do you-”

“It’s how I got Sam,” he said. “Custody of him when I was eighteen. We didn’t go to court. I paid them off. It was five grand at first and it tied them over for a bit but when he turned eighteen, they called and wanted more. Every three years they call. Last time it got bumped up to ten thousand. They called around the time I met you and I didn’t pay this year hence the ass kicking.”

“But why do you still pay them off?” you asked.

“Because Y/N,” he said. You crossed your arms and he slammed his fist against his pillow. “Because Sam was the favorite. He didn’t get the shit kicked…”

Dean trailed off and shut his mouth, looking away. You sat up next to him, holding his free hand and holding him as best you could.

“I got the worst of it but that’s not to say Sam didn’t get some. I knew, I knew that fucker would hurt him once I was gone and I couldn’t stay so Sam had to come with me. I tried looking up how to get custody and that sort of thing and they found out about it,” said Dean. He laughed and you ran your hand through his hair. “Tonight? That was nothing compared to what happened after they found out. But my drunk of a father, well, he owed money and I had some saved up from working for my Uncle Bobby. So I paid to get Sam the fuck out of there. They claimed it was because they were going to travel and wanted Sam to be able to stay in school and shit. It was all shit. Now...now they tried their best to make him hate me on the way out, make it seem like I was stealing him from them. Plant those little seeds. You can’t kill an idea once it’s in there. So I did what I had to and I keep doing what I have to and they stay away from us. It’s how it goes.”

“Do you...do you pay them not to hurt you?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then what’s it for?”

“He will hate me if he knows the truth.”

“Dean he won’t-”

“Our parents fucked us up. I literally bought custody of my baby brother. How is that not fucked up?”

“It’s a fucked up situation. You though, you are not fucked up,” you said as he rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. Your father is...a monster and I don’t know what the fuck is up with your mom but you are good. Sam is good. You have the biggest fucking heart of anyone I’ve ever known. Sam would never hate you for getting him out of that situation. Never. But I don’t understand why you keep paying them money, Dean.”

“So they don’t tell him the truth.”

“The truth doesn’t sound all that bad though. He-”

“If he finds out I’ve lied to him for half of his life, he will not forgive me for that. We tell each other all our crap because we’re the only ones that can understand what went on in that house and I can’t risk losing him.”

“There’s more to it,” you said. Dean shut his eyes and nodded. “Dean, what is it?”

“I stole money,” he said. “When I was eighteen. We needed food and rich people don’t notice when twenty, fifty bucks goes missing out of a drawer. If you just take a little, they don’t notice. Well, my father found out about it and threatened to have me arrested if we didn’t come to some kind of payment plan. He was proof and I don’t deny I did it. We needed-”

“You stole from my dad,” you said.

“I did. Money out of his desk drawer at work. He caught me red handed and in one second I thought my life and Sam’s lives were over. I just...started crying and he shut the door and he gave me some money and he took the rest of the afternoon off and we got some stuff like clothes and toothpaste and food and he gave me a job as a paralegal intern. I had no fucking idea what I was doing and he helped me get into school and I worked there and made way more than I did in the mailroom and he’d have dinner with Sammy and me at our place once a month. You have no idea how badly I wanted him to my dad. But we knew he had a real family so we tried not to bother him. By the time I got into med school, Sam was going into his first year and we were on our feet. I’d gotten a good job at a medical place but he checked in every once in a while. I didn’t know he’d died until I met you. I always thought we’d take him out and repay him someday. If he wasn’t kind that day...I’d have nothing.”

“I’ll share my father with you and Sam any day.” He smiled and you kissed him, Dean starting to relax. “So your dad has proof of you stealing money? How much?”

“I wasn’t particularly great at it. Sam and I both had jobs. It was probably a hundred bucks,” he said.

“How’d he get proof?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“How would he have proof of you stealing from some random person?” you asked.

“He has photos,” he said. “He showed me.”

“Photos of…”

“Me with the money.”

“Outside of someone’s house?” you asked.

“I was in my car,” he said.

“Dean. Where was the car?”

“Outside...work,” he said, thinking to himself. “Your dad...he gave me money that day. There was never any proof. I just let him manipulate me again into doing what he wanted.”

“How much did you steal Dean. Altogether?”

“A few hundred bucks?”

“You donate some money to charity?” you asked as he nodded. “Your debt to society has been repaid, trust me. No more feeling guilty. Plus when my dad the lawyer lets you off the hook, it’s fine.”

“Sam still can’t know.”

“Sam’s been outside the door for most of this conversation,” he said. He turned around the corner, Tessa there with him. “Fuck, Dean. What happened to your face?”

“Are you okay?” Tessa asked, climbing up on the bed.

“I thought you had a hot date,” he said. “The both of you.”

“Jack’s just a friend,” she said.

“Eileen understands,” said Sam. “Besides, we both got a bad feeling after mom and dad showed up like that.”

“You really thought it was appropriate for an 18 year old to hear all that?” asked Dean.

“Considering all the shit I just learned about you at 18, I’d say I’m good,” said Tessa. She fidgeted a little and Dean sat up more.

“You can hug him. Carefully,” you said. She moved up to his other side and gave him a gentle one, Dean chuckling.

“I love you too, dork,” he said. He watched with a swallow as Sam stepped inside and moved the icepack from Dean’s body. Dean stared up and Sam sat on the edge of the bed, placing the pack back. “I’m-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing,” said Sam. “You protected me and that’s all there was to it. Everytime she calls, talking to her tonight, I still get manipulated too. I don’t know why they hate us so much and it’s wrong but you aren’t. Not you.”

“Y/N’s offered up their parents if we’d like to take ‘em,” said Dean.

“Mr. Y/L/N was your guys dad?” said Sam as you and Tessa nodded. “You know I met you once Tessa. You must have been five. You were bragging about something to do with kindergarten.”

“How’d you remember that?” she asked.

“Cause I was so fucking jealous of you. You were so happy,” he said. She looked down but Sam laughed. “It worked out how it was supposed to.”

“You’re a lawyer, can’t you like, do something?” she said, glancing at Dean.

“Tessa, this isn’t that simple,” said Dean.

“Yeah, it is,” she said. He nodded and she relaxed some. “I don’t think you should pay anything. He should pay you while he’s at it.”

“Yeah,” he said, ruffling her head and wrapping his arm around her. He looked at Sam and then you before you nodded. He wouldn’t say anything about his father. Sam was grown and bigger than himself yet Dean still kept paying. With you and Tessa around, there was no way he was risking a thing.

“Sam,” you said. You both got up, Dean pouting when he realized he wasn’t getting up without some help. You walked down to Sam’s room and he shut the door, crossing his arms. “We can’t let him keep paying off your father. Tessa has a point. You’re a lawyer. What are our options?”

“There’s not blackmail evidence and our parents would claim it was a gift. The only things I can think of that we’d have a shot would be the incident tonight which he’d be out on bail like that anyways and...stuff that happened when we were kids.”

“Sam he came to our house.”

“I know,” he said, rubbing your arms. “Dean always gets quiet for a few days after something like this happens. Nobody is paying anything. I’ll make sure Dean doesn’t leave the house tomorrow morning.”

“What do you think John would do? Will do?”

“I don’t know. He’s an abusive dick, not a psychopath.”

“Did you ever tell my dad about this stuff?”

“Dean did a bit I think.”

“Good,” you said as you left the room.

“Why good?”

“Because if I know my dad, he made a note of it and put it on record with a judge,” you said as you headed downstairs.

“Y/N,” said Dean from the end of the hall, leaning on Tessa. “Where are you going?”

“To see if dad ever reported John. Or at least kept a file on him. We still know the partners at his old firm. I’ll be back in an hour,” you said. “Two tops.”

“Sam go with her,” said Dean. “Please.”

“Tessa, put him back in bed and get him a fresh icepack in fifteen minutes. Get some food too, okay?” you said, tugging on your winter coat. “Oh and take Toast-”

“I got it,” she said.

“We’ll be back soon,” said Sam. “Hopefully with some good news.”

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A/N: Read Part 8 here!

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kawaiichibiart · 3 years

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Okay, so, Wishmaker.

Man, was that episode hard to watch. Not because it was bad, far from it, I loved it. It was so fucking random to me. What's bad is, I have to watch YouTube videos on 144p. Because we're changing our internet provider and recently got rid of our WiFi box. I can use mobile data, it's how I can watch Miraculous content and post here, but I also exceeded my mobile data limit last month, and am currently on reduced data. So, things are either: slow, lagging/buffering, not showing up, or a combination of the three.

To give y'all an idea, it was 3am when I looked up the episode and clicked on a video. It was 4am by the time I finished the episode. All because I had to constantly pause each part, because a full upload was taking a bit too long to actually start. But I still managed to watch it.

And, again, it's such a fucking random episode??? Seeing what everyone wanted to do/be as a kid. Like, the first guy who wanted to become Santa? I wheezed.

Cucumber person made me all sorts of wtf, because I now headcanon that Rick and Morty is a show in the Miraculous universe, and someone saw Pickle Rick and was like, I wanted to be something like that when I was kid, only I wanted to be a cucumber, not a pickle.

Jaggedile was fun. And can I just say, kid Jagged was really really cute in his crocodile onesie/costume. Also, can I just, I need to ask:

Far as we know, Jagged never had a cat. That is a cat kid!Jagged is chasing. So...did he chase random stray cats as a kid whilst dressed as a crocodile??? (Also, yes, I did rewatch the clip of him revealing his childhood dream in 1080p just to get a good screenshot. Even if it was kinda a bitch to do so.)

Marinette being a knitting fairy is very funny but also kinda cute, not gonna lie. Like, can you imagine, little baby Marinette Dupain Cheng going up to her parents and telling them she wants to be the Knitting Fairy. Hey, at the very least, knitting needles make for good weapons (??? me thinks????). Stab someone's eyes out.

Adrien. Oh, Adrien. Honey, sweetie, cariño, if your childhood dreams were to be what your parents wanted, and so far, everything they're making you do, is something you don't want do, especially in the long run, Adrien, mijo, calling you a puppet would be wrong. You're a doll. Something to be dressed up, modeled, made to look pretty and looked at. Puppets at least have the aspect of being entertaining and making people laugh. But a doll? A doll is usually just, kept pretty. Something to look at. And you, my dear sunshine boy, are that porcelain china doll that is kept on display. And Gabriel, and maybe even Emily who knows, are the ones keeping you behind a glass door, only taking you out to change your clothes so you can continue to be pretty.

Honestly, the one firefighter who was like, I wanted to be a firefighter and a cowboy resonated with me. Because I too wanted to be many, many things as a kid. My mom told me my brother always had his eyes set on one goal, changing his career in mind once, but me? I was constantly changing. So, fuck, I would be a MESS.

And, Alec. Man, did I feel bad for him. We know now that he shaves, so, do you think we might see him with his afro again? Because I think he looks good with big hair. Also, congrats on having one of the better akuma looks.

And I'm finishing this post off with just, how much I loved Luka this episode. He was just...wow. ( ´ᵕ`* )‪‪❤︎‬( ´ᵕ`* )‪‪❤︎‬( ´ᵕ`* )‪‪❤︎‬( ´ᵕ`* )‪‪❤︎‬

#ml spoilers #wishmaker spoilers #wishmaker #jagged stone #marinette dupain cheng #knitting fairy marinette #luka couffaine #viperion #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #alec

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I loved your Karim as a dad! It was so cute and silly! That being said what kind of dads would Vulcan and Obi be?

I’m so happy you enjoyed dad Karim! Honestly I believe that they would be amazing dads <3 Obi is basically a dad already xD

Vulcan would be the most supportive dad ever.

Of course he would love for them to be in to engineering like him and would love to make giant animal robots with his kids but if they want to do something else that’s okay to.

I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed™

He wouldn’t pester them to not use alcohol,weed or cigarettes. He just wants you to tell him if you do try any.

Vulcan would get cute tattoos that symbolizes his kids.

He will always tuck them in to bed.

Is super into nutrition and always pays special care in what the kids put in to their mouths.

His calm attitude would go out the window if someone does something to his kids.

Would threaten kids that bully them.

Let’s just say the other parents don’t like him that much.

Vulcan makes all of his kids toys.

He cries when he drops the kids off to school the first time.

Also super supportive but has rules and expects the kids to follow them.

Obi is a doting father and if the kids get sick might panic a little.

After his panic dies down, he would make soup and never leave their side. Obi would also pat their head until they fell asleep.

Will read bedtime stories.

When playtime is over kids must put away their toys or no ice cream.

He gifts them a firefighter teddy bear.

Definitely DOES NOT want his kids to become firefighters. He doesn’t want them to risk their lives.

But you know that at least one kid follows in his father’s footprints.

When the kids grow up father and son/daughter workouts begin.

Obi would always remind the kids how much he loved them.

If he sees the kids eating junk food he’ll slap that shit out of their hands in lightning speed.

You can’t stay at your friend but your friend is free to stay with us™

If he finds out another kid is bullying you, he will immediately go and talk to the parents. If that doesn’t work, he’ll rip the head of a random toy while looking at the bully directly in the eyes.

One time when Obi left Hinawa to babysit, he came home to a passed out kid with a mouth covered in, he could only assume, chocolate ice cream, marshmallows splattered all over them and pink silly string covering Hinawa and his kid. Also for some reason Hinawa was wearing a bunny onesie.

Needless to say, if he needs someone to babysit he calls sister İris. Hinawa complains about this and still to this day argues that he’s the best babysitter ever to exist.

#fire force #fire force imagine #fire force headcanons #fire force x reader #enn enn no shouboutai #fluff #cherryanswers #requests #anon #akitaru obi #vulcan joseph #fire force vulcan #fire force obi

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Firefighter-in-Training

Eddie walked through the door to the sound of music softly coming from the living room. He placed his keys into the bowl and shed his jacket, putting it on the coat rack. He padded quietly through the hall and entered a room that was shadowed in the light of the television and the lights off their tree. His heart nearly exploded at the sight of his husband of three years, and his twelve-year-old son curled up on the couch, fast asleep.

Eddie smiled as he walked over, pressing a kiss to the crowns of each of their heads. He moved to sit next to the two people who made up his entire world. He sighed as he leaned back into the soft cushions of the chair, feeling his vision sway from the exhaustion that he racked up from his shift. He opened his eyes when he felt fingers sliding through his hair and turned to see Buck looking at him lovingly.

"Didn't hear you come in."

Eddie reached up for those fingers, pulling them to his lips, pressing a warm kiss. "I just got in a few moments go," he whispered, not wanting to wake Chris up as well.

"How was your day?"

Eddie closed his eyes again. "It started off slow, but once that bell rang, it was one call after another. It was crazy today. We had one call where this lady ran a red light, trying to chase down this man in a Santa Hat. When she ran through the intersection, she plowed into a bus and caused it to jackknife into the opposite lanes where it hit three cars."

"Holy shit…" Buck sighed before scowling. "Of course, that would have to happen on my day off. I wish that I could have been there."

"There were car parts and glass everywhere. It took hours to clean up."

"Damn holiday drivers…sounds like it was a crazy scene."

"You want to know the most insane part?"

"What?"

Eddie snorted as he recalled the details from the scene. "There were only minor injuries."

Buck blinked as surprise filled his eyes. "Wow… that is amazing. What was the woman thinking?"

"But that is not the craziest part. The part where the man in the hat was nowhere to be found."

Buck snickered. "It sounds like someone was hitting the holiday punch a little too soon. Unless that man was the real Santa…" he said, trailing off as his eyes filled with wonder. "What if-"

"No," Eddie piped up, wanting to stop his man before he started spouting off some crazy Santa fact. He knew that his husband had an insane knack for looking up random topics when he was bored. Eddie's eyes dropped to the little boy between the two men. "He's sacked out. What did you guys do today?"

Buck peered down at Chris, who starting to stir at the sound of the voices. "We had a very busy day. We went to the store. Then we came home and baked some cookies. We even made a homemade gingerbread house. After that, we ate some pizza and watched movies until we fell asleep. He wanted to wait up to see you, but he passed out about an hour into Christmas with the Kranks."

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun…" Eddie said as Chris stretched out his arms, and his eyes lit up as they fell on to Eddie.

"Daddy!" Chris smiled brightly with a voice filled with glee and reached for Eddie. "I missed you!"

Eddie chuckled as he gathered Chris up in his arms, placing him on his lap. "I missed you too," he said, kissing Chris on the temple, taking a moment to breathe in Chris's sweet scent that was mixed with Buck's. It was his favorite since it was the scent of home.

"What about me? Did you miss me?"

Eddie narrowed his brown irises at his husband. "I don't know… It was kind of peaceful without you today. It was kind of nice," he said with a teasing note.

"Well…" Buck huffed, turning away from him, crossing his arms with a cute pout of his face. "I see where I rank in this family. You don't miss me all day. Then you come home and snatch away the boy that was keeping me warm."

Eddie snickered. He knew that Buck was playing along with him. "Oh baby, you have no idea how much I miss you every day," he said, taking Buck's hand into his, but Buck pulled away, which made Eddie look at him. Buck was glaring at the television, and Eddie would have laughed too, but he also knew that sometimes his husband didn't know when someone was teasing him or joking around.

"You actually think I wouldn't miss you?" Eddie chuckled slowly at Buck's still pouting face. "I miss you the moment you are not in my vision. I miss you the moment you leave our bed. I miss you the moment you are not beside me. I will always miss you until I take my last breath."

Buck pulled his attention away from the television to look to Eddie. Eddie could feel the room start to sizzle with energy. Or maybe that was his body igniting from the smokey gaze across from him.

Buck broke the trance by clearing his throat and looking down at their kid. "Hey Buddy, do you remember what I said about the bag?" he asked.

Chris perked up, sitting up straight with an excited smile. "We can give him the bag now?" he asked, clapping his hands.

"Mmmhm," Buck nodded. "Can you go grab it for me?"

Chris wiggled off of Eddie's lap until his feet touched the floor. Eddie's brows furrowed as he watched his son slowly make his way out of the room.

"What bag?"

Buck smiled. "You'll see. So you really did miss me?" he asked him, shyly.

Eddie shook his head as he moved until he was sitting next to Buck. "You bet I did, and if Chris was in bed," Eddie reached up to cup Buck's face pressing a hungry kiss to lips. Buck sighed into the kiss before Eddie pulled back. "I would show you just how much I missed you."

Buck moaned quietly. "Don't start something you can't finish, Ed."

Eddie pressed another kiss to the corner of Buck's lips. "Who says I'm not going to finish? Because I plan to later." He smirks as he could hear Chris's shuffled footsteps filling the room. "Later?"

"Later."

Chris walked over to Buck with a small red bag in his hands. Buck smiled brightly at him. "Great job!" Buck said, pulling Chris on to his lap. "Now we give it to Daddy," Buck said, and Chris smiled back as he passed the bag over to Eddie.

"This is for you," Chris giggled as Eddie takes it into his hands.

"What is it?" Eddie asked, looking at the bag.

"It's your Christmas present," Chris told him.

Eddie frowned. "Christmas isn't until next week," he pointed out. "If it's my Christmas present, I should wait until next week when you open yours."

"Buck said that this present couldn't wait."

Eddie glanced up at Buck, who was nodding at him.

"It's true. Open it," Buck urged softly with a smile that had Eddie pulling the bag open. Buck could feel his heart begin to pound as Eddie worked through the sea of tissue paper until he reached the bottom. He had to close his eyes as a note of confusion washed over Eddie's handsome face. He opened them to see Eddie pulling his hand out of the bag holding the blue rolled-up fabric that he had placed in that bag a few hours before.

Eddie pulled at the piece of tape holding it all together and unrolled it to reveal that it was a onesie. On the front, it had the LAFD logo in the corner, and on the back, it had the Los Angeles Fire Department in large white letters with Firefighter in training below it in red. "It's a onesie," he said, turning to look at the two of them.

Buck nodded. "It is," he smiled as Eddie turned it around to look at the other side.

"Who's having a baby?" Eddie asked, looking to his husband. "Is it someone we know?"

"It sure is."

"Who?"

"We are."

Eddie stared at him quietly for a few moments, and Buck watched as Eddie connected the dots in his mind. Those beautiful brown eyes filled up with so much light, Buck felt like he was staring into the sun. "We are?" Eddie swallowed, trying to keep the bubble of hope bursting. They had been working so hard, fighting long hours with fights and broken hearts, for this moment.

Buck nodded, blinking rapidly. "Yep. We are. I received a call early this afternoon before I went to pick up Christopher from school. It was Mrs. Weiss calling to tell me that our baby is on its way as we speak. The mother has already signed away her rights, and we will be given a call once the baby is born."

Eddie felt a wind hit his body as the news sank in. But it was not an awful feeling. No. This feeling was great as this wind knocked down every door around them, freeing them from their current struggles of facing the possibility that this moment would never happen. But it did...and it is happening. For them! "Why didn't you call me?"

Buck shrugged. "Because you were at work, and I didn't want to tell you over the phone. I wanted to see the look in your eye when I told you the news and didn't really feel like sharing this moment with the house just yet."

Eddie swallowed painfully. "This is really happening," he said in awe. "We're getting a baby." Eddie reached over, taking Buck's hand into his. "We're getting a baby," he said again as joy filled his soul.

Eddie was so filled with excitement that he jumped to his feet and pulled Chris off of Buck's lap. "Chris... we're getting a baby," he smiled at his son, twirling him in his arm. "You are gonna be a brother." The room was filled with Chris's squeals as Buck rose to his feet, watching the duo that filled his world with so much love.

"Daddy! Let me down!" Chris laughed as Eddie tickled him. As he laid him back on the couch and Eddie turned to his partner.

"We did it," Eddie said, placing his hands on Buck's hips, pulling him closer. "We really did it! I love you so much, Evan."

Buck said nothing as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie's lips. "I love you too," he whispered against his lips.

Eddie pulled back. "Wait… Do we know if it's a boy or a girl?"

Buck shook his head. "Weiss didn't say. I don't care. I hope we get a girl to be honest, but I am good with a son too. I mean, we already have the perfect son. Now we just need a perfect girl."

Eddie frowned at Buck. "But the onesie says firefighter in training…" he reminded.

Buck snorted as he wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist. "Don't let Hen hear you say that," he snickered. "She would probably smack you for it."

"When are we gonna tell the family?" Eddie asked.

Buck lifted his shoulders. "Hmm… That is a good question. Maddie will be pissed that I didn't tell her. Hell, everyone would be pissed if we didn't tell them. But I want to savor this moment, so how about a few days after we bring our baby home."

Eddie nodded. "Our baby… I like the sound of that."

Buck pressed a kiss to the tip of Eddie's nose. "Me too. Except I love the sound of it."

"Always trying to outdo me."

Buck snickered. "Didn't hear you complaining the other day with the Nutella. I fact you were loving."

"YOU ATE MY NUTELLA??!"

Eddie and Buck froze and turned to see their son staring at them with wide eyes wearing a broken expression. "Ooops…" Buck trailed off as Eddie shook his head and turned back to Chris.

Buck took in a deep breath as he nibbled his lip as Eddie tried to explain to Chris what happen, but couldn't help but to fall in deep laughs. There was nothing that could kill his mood because they were getting a baby. He remembered someone telling him that December was the month of miracles, and he finally could see that they were right.

#evan buckley #Buddie #buck and eddie #eddie and buck #Eddie Diaz #9-1-1 #911 #911 on fox #oliver stark #ryan guzman #buddie fic #team buddie #daily buddie #gif is not mine #just the one shot #these two boys #are my soul #christopher diaz #my dads

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33 People Share Their Most Memorable One-Night Stands

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33 People Share Their Most Memorable One-Night Stands

You know those special summer evenings out with friends where you all stay out a little later than you originally intended, and maybe order one more round of Aperol Spritzes and hummus with pita bread for the table than you thought you would, and all of a sudden everyone is feeling warm and loose and in the mood to faux-whisper the tales of their most thrilling (or embarrassing or weird or funny) romantic encounters?

That’s what it feels like to read the below round-up of quotes from a whole bunch of people who generously recounted the stories of their most memorable one-night stands to Man Repeller. Scroll down to soak them up like that last bite of olive oil-drenched pita. Prepare to laugh, cringe and empathize — and add your own in the comment section if you have one.

“A couple of years ago I went on a family vacation to Cabo, had a three-day romance with a local volunteer firefighter and ended it by hooking up in a fire truck on the last night. I’ll never look at a fire truck the same.”

Peach, 25

“I was 21 and didn’t want to be a virgin anymore so I went on Tinder and had my first and only one night stand. It was great.”

Rosa, 24

“It was 2002. I heard some friends talking about how one of the New York Mets just left the bar, so in my slightly inebriated state, I decided to go see if he was cute. He had just hailed a cab and was about to get in. I said, ‘Leaving already?’ and he said, ‘Should I?’ We hung out at the bar together for an hour or so, then went back to my place. He had an amazing body and it was the perfect first one night stand.”

Nicole, 38

“When we got back to my place, he took off his jeans to reveal boxers that looked like tiny denim hotpants. I was slightly shocked but went with it anyway.”

Annie, 26

“Danish cornfields, a boy named Mathias, 12 beers apiece, up all night at a communal living compound. Unabashed sexy times within earshot of LOTS of disgruntled Scandinavians. Oh — and there was a sauna.”

Hannah, 25

“I was at a friend’s birthday party, and while happy to be there celebrating my friend, I was not having a great time. Everyone at the party was dancing to EDM music. I hate dancing. While outside trying to avoid the dance floor, I struck up conversation with a very handsome guy and we immediately hit it off. He laughed when I told him about my disdain for dancing and swore he’d get me to dance eventually. Later when the party died down, he walked me home. We stopped at a park near my apartment and he pulled out his phone. I thought he was going to take a photo, but nope, he put on “Dancing in the Moonlight” by Toploader. He grabbed my hand and taught me to dance (real rom-com stuff… think spinning me around and dipping me backwards) in the park, in the moonlight. We only made out a little bit, and I still hate dancing, but it definitely made for a good story and a memorable ‘one-night stand.’”

Emma, 19

“I was 17 and it was New Year’s Eve. We smoked weed in his bed until everything became funny. Someone had spilled gummy bears on his comforter, and we kept feeding each other and cracking up. Feeding quickly turned to making out. Driving home the next morning, I kept finding gummy bears that were stuck to my arms and neck.”

Hallie, 25

“It was 2013 and I was trekking the previously unexplored Shilheipung Hills in Manipur, India with a guy. We went up with nothing but a makeshift axe, a rope and water. We reached the top by sundown after a lot of sweat, dirt, him dragging me, carrying me on his back, etc. But the kiss we shared was beautiful and so was everything else that followed. He left to work for the Navy some days later. To this day, we meet up once or twice every year for really good one-night stands, no strings attached.”

Eve, 23

“I forgot my shoes at the guy’s place and walked in socks through the streets of London at 6 a.m.”

Phillipa, 20

“I French-kissed with a total stranger in Budapest at the Széchenyi Chain Bridge, a suspension bridge that spans the River Danube between Buda and Pest and watched the sunrise. I later ditched him after he proposed to have sex behind a motorcycle.”

Louise, 21

“I had just ended a 10-year relationship and I was ready to have my first one-night stand at my best friend’s wedding. I met a guy that night, brought him home and a year later we were married. Now we’re at six years and counting!”

Cristine, 34

“I lost my virginity in high school during a one-night stand (I wanted it that way). The next day in school we had to read the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet together in front of the whole class. I wanted to faint.”

Mel, 24

“I was in college and it was a pajama party, so naturally I was wearing a onesie with ducks all over it. This guy I thought was so hot started talking to me and we hit it off. He took me to the roof where we gazed at the stars together and drank Natty Lights. He was a great kisser and it was amazing sex, but we never talked again after that. Honestly I mostly am just proud that I successfully picked up a guy wearing duck onesie pajamas.”

Anne, 23

“I was 18 and had just moved to San Francisco. I was just beginning my medical transition. I was feeling lonely, so I met up with a guy who had been messaging me on a dating app. It was a bit awkward. We tried finding food both of us could eat. For me, vegan, and him, gluten-free. We ended up settling on a burger place. We started talking and I could feel an attraction. I was really into him. We went back to his place for some honestly mediocre sex haha. I asked after if there was a place nearby to grab a coffee and he offered to make me one. We sat and snuggled for a bit and decided go try to find fireworks (it was the Fourth of July). We ended up in Dolores park. We sat down and ended up kissing and cuddling, hardly able to wait to get back to his place again.

This experience meant a lot for me at a time of my life where I thought being trans meant I would have to sacrifice true romantic encounters and simply cope with being fetishized and reduced to my trans identity. It also showed me that there were men who would walk down the street with me, holding my hand, somewhat unaffected by the toxic masculinity that can be fatal for us trans folk. It shaped my expectations for how I wanted to be treated by men and gave me hope that I will actually be able to find someone who respects me and my identity eventually.”

Tommy, 19

“When I was 19, I had sex with this Australian rugby player on the bathroom sink/basement couch of an NYC hostel. His name was James. He would ask, ‘Do you like this/do you want to do this?” before trying anything, which was totally not the consent-norm of the time, and which my young feminist self found very sexy. We had to keep going up to the hostel front desk for condoms in what was likely the most conspicuous manner. I have thought of the night fondly ever since.”

Britt, 29

“He tried to give me a fish from his fish tank.”

Emma, 20

“I saw this guy at a bar who was cute, alone and seemed non-threatening, so I approached. I asked him why he looked so lonely, which prompted a laugh. We drank, danced, laughed, and made out with each other through the rest of the night. I went home with him and we had great sex. A week later I found out I had chlamydia (most likely from him). When I told him, he was surprisingly relaxed — we both went to the doctor and we were both prescribed meds. After our doctor business, he asked me to come over and watch some Netflix with him, and we genuinely bonded over our temporary STD. We hit it off. It’s been nearly three years now and we’re still seeing each other. He’s one of my best friends.”

Emily, 22

“I met a stranger in a bookstore in Rome and went back to his place where he bent me over a rooftop balcony overlooking the Coliseum and fucked my brains out.”

Muzunga, 41

“We met on Instagram. When I visited LA, we kept trying to meet up, but it wasn’t working out, so I wrote it off. But then she called me after her shift ended at 10 p.m. We met up at a bar lined with wooden planks à la a ship from 1900s; it was filled with rainbow Christmas lights and locals, the scent of the close-by Santa Monica Pier strong. When she walked in, I noticed that her eyes were yellow. Two Pacificos with lime later, we took a cab to another bar, our shoulders close to, but not touching — in the way they do when two people are interested, but unsure. We picked songs from the juke box while she touched my back. I leaned forward off of my stool and kissed her while John Martyn sang into an empty Venice bar. We made our way to her house, a classic bungalow like the ones in Eve Babitz’s books; spent 15 drunk minutes on the floor of her living room trying to calm her dog from this 2 a.m. intruder. I don’t remember how we got to her room. How I got undressed. If my bra stayed on. Hers did not. She called me ‘baby’ while we had passionate, overdue sex. Afterwards, her dog slept between our legs. Two hours later, I called a car from her bed, watching through hungover eyelids as her chest rose and fell. I took the car to the airport and flew home to Utah.”

Ruby, 26

“He was the lead singer in a college band. I had a very serious boyfriend at the time who was 1,500 miles away. I went to the see the band and he sang most of his songs directly to me. Afterwards, he invited me for drinks and we went back to his place. We had sex for seven hours and watched the sun come up. Before I left I licked him from his ankle to his neck as my goodbye. I gave him a fake number. It was the only time I have ever cheated. It was worth it.”

Maria, 38

“It was in Israel when I was visiting the country with friends over winter break from college. I was staying in a hotel and went to a bar with my girls, where I met someone who was a soldier in the special forces unit. He was four years older (I was 18 at the time), and we ended up having sex in my hotel’s supply closet. I never saw him again, and I like it that way.”

Jackie, 19

“I was 19 and in Paris. I met a Parisian in a bar, who whisked me to his apartment on his Vespa. I spent the night and woke up to an empty bed. He had gone to the bakery downstairs to get me warm pain au chocolat. It sounds fake but I swear this happened to me.”

Gabrielle, 22

“I was my friend’s maid of honor, and one of the groomsmen and I were the only two single people in the wedding party. We also had immediate chemistry. We flirted through the entire rehearsal dinner and then were inseparable at the wedding. We both got drunk. He helped me take one million bobby pins out of my hair. We hooked up in his hotel room. I dipped out early in the morning and we’ve literally never spoken again. I still have the bobby pins, though.”

Ellen, 27

“Philadelphia. Tiny Airbnb. Pizza first, then the hookup. Sex toys involved. Showered afterwards. What a night.”

Kelly, 22

“It was Halloween and I was dressed as Björk (the swan dress). I went home with a guy and it turns out it was his parents’ house. I didn’t have a change of clothes and we ended up eating breakfast together (me wearing the swan dress).”

Lily, 26

“I spent one night in Venice, visiting a cute Italian guy from my internship who spoke zero English. It got hot and heavy quickly, so I wanted to refresh myself with a glass of juice. I didn’t know how to ask for juice so I said ‘limone,’ thinking maybe I would get some lemonade. I did not. He brought me a full lemon, cut in half, and proceeded to squeeze lemon juice all over my body and lick it off. It felt AMAZING, but now I tell people my trip to Venice was ‘totally lemons.’”

June, 34

“I was working as a server and had spent the whole night flirting with a very handsome man 10 years my senior, who was visiting Toronto for the weekend. At the end of the night he asked me for a pack of matches. When I gave him the matches he told me he’d only take them if my number was written inside. He texted me that night to make plans. A few days later we met for a late afternoon drink and ended up hitting it off so well that he booked a 5-star hotel room for the night. We drank champagne in the bathtub, ate Chinese food naked on the patio and had some of the best sex of my life!”

Natalie, 26

“He smelled really nice and kept telling me how much he loved my body all night. When we were done we ordered late night take out and streamed Final Destination 2.”

Giselle, 20

“I had sex with a woman for the first time over Pride weekend after meeting her at a bar and I’m gay as fuck now!”

Julia, 24

“He was cute. But I woke up early and en route to the bathroom discovered that literally the only books on his bookshelf were the collected works of Dan Brown. I immediately left his apartment.”

Kara, 27

“We met at a California Tortilla where he helped me select a hot sauce from the hot sauce wall. After we slept together, we discovered his ex was hooking up with my ex.”

Neanor, 27

“I met her during the pregame, a friend of a friend. We talked about feminism. She had glitter spread over her freckles. As a fledgling queer, it was one of those, ‘do I want to date her or be her?’ conundrums. We danced together on and off throughout the night, but I couldn’t get a definitive read on it. At what point do you go from friendly to flirting?… ‘Want to get out of here?’ she giggled into my ear. We got our coats from the coat check, I checked in with the rest of my friends, and we made a hasty exit. She stumbled a bit on the stairs but didn’t fall. ‘Alright I’ll take you home,’ I joked. ‘No,’ she insisted, ‘I’m taking you home!’”

Fatima, 20

“He was great and super fun, until he whispered, ‘You taste like root vegetables, specifically carrots and turnips’ into my ear. I had to stop things right there because I couldn’t catch my breath from laughing so hard.”

Paige, 22

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