IT WAS FINALLY IN STOCK AND I GOT IT A WHILE AGO AND I GOT VICIOUS TOO BECAUSE THEYRE ALWAYS OUT OF STOCK
i canât start either rn but please tell me and no idc about spoilers
does addie larue die by the booke finale??
HIIII so, whosever is reading this be aware of spoilers below the cut!
nope my love! addie is cursed with immortality, which is basically the main plot (so no major spoiler) vut she does not die because in fact, she cannot đ«¶
HI ISA could you pretty please do some javery headcanons it literally doesnât matter what abt them just them
JAVERY BELIZE HCS â tig & tgg
NOTES ? ! i actually had a whole fic abt it, but i hated my writing and now i canât find it anymore⊠anyways! enjoy this post Games Untold hcs đ€
ALEXA PLAYS: Ribs by Lorde
! this contains a couple of suggestive things
After that night in Prague, Jameson asked Avery to go to Belize and she didnât bat an eye
Jameson was quite the whole airplane ride, so Avery tried to cheer him up by playing strip pocket with him (Oren did not enjoy the view)
They got a hotel room with the view of the ocean and it was so stunning
They quickly changed in their swimsuits and ran to the beach
Avery specifically wore that glittery purple bikini that drives Jameson insane
Jameson refused to wear sunscreen, claiming, and i quote, âskin cancer ainât got nothing on meâ but Avery forced him anyways
Then they teamed up to put it on Oren (who was wearing a suit in the burning hot weather).
They swam together in the sea, had a quick make out session surrounded by the waves and then dried cuddled together on the towel
In the evening they decided to check the beachâs bar
Avery wore a flowery pink dress
Jameson wore a pair of beige shorts and a button up that he didnât button up
He picked a pink flower and put it behind Averyâs ear
They tasted some fruity cocktails (Avery does not handle alcohol the way she thinks).
They walked hand in hand on the seaside, enjoying the sunset
But then Jameson decided to whisper something not very PG rated in her ear and they made a beeline for the hotel room
Oren was told to take the evening off (he did not, but he did keep his distance from the room).
Useless to say they didnât sleep much that night
The following morning Jameson woke up without Avery by his side
She was watching the sunset, covered only with the fluffy white covers of the bed
Jameson called Tahiti to ask her what was wrong.
Avery missed her mother so much whenever she travelled
Jameson sat beside her, and she rested her head on his shoulder
They had another make out session, but when they were about to go further Oren and Alisa came in the room
Avery had an emergency meeting with another Charity organisation
Jameson complained about being âcockblockedâ the whole ride home
this event has successfully come to an end! thanks to everyone who voted, and even if you didnât i hope you can still have fun and enjoy the results.
there were many ties (scenes with the same amount of votes) so the places ranked are less than the actual scenes candidates. i hope you understand i couldnât divide them as they all had the same vote percentage.
due to tumblrâs picture limit i had to make a different post for PART 2! (turn on light mode for a better experience).
!! please share & reblog. it took me a lot of time to search all the scenes and screenshot them! đ€đ«¶
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15th place (7%)
avery seeing graysonâs photographs for the first time
jameson not looking at avery as eve was only wearing a towel
14th place (9,3%)
avery talking to toby for the first time (not as harry)
13th place (14%)
grayson breaking down in the wine cellars
hannah trying to wake avery up from coma saying âcome on avery, i have a secret!â
libby baking at any stressful moment
12th place (16,3%)
gigi and matthiasâ first encounter
grayson teaching avery how to sword fight
grayson choosing avery over skye
(i canât find the scene anymore)
javery mud scene
11th place (18,6%)
nash and libbyâs magic 8 ball
nash giving nanâs ring to grayson because âwhy not you, grayson?â
rohan and jamesonâs fight scene
xander helping rebecca when her mother was drunk
i couldnât find the scene anymore
10th place (20,9%)
grayson leather pants
max telling xander that he forgot his phone in his room (what was she doing in his room?)
avery realizing she imagines jameson standing behind her at a cliff
jameson protecting avery from the bullet in the Blackwood forest
9th place (23,3%)
the brothers playing truth or dare in the treehouse
max absolutely shipping javery
8th place (25,6%)
nash helping libby dye her hair in rainbow colour
âbut mostly, i canât hate him, avery kylie grambs, because he brought me to youâ
grayson saying âest unus ex nobis. nos defendat eius.â
avery reading her motherâs postcards and jameson saying âeveryone outâ
7th place (27,9%)
âwhat are your thoughts on milkshake and yards?â
max flying tackling xander
jameson giving avery the infinity ring
gigi getting drunk on one mimosa and four cups of coffee
6th place (30,2%)
grayson and xander let it go duet
jameson gifting libby a picture with hannah, her and little avery
avery burning jamesonâs secret so nobody could read it
Can you make Briggs x Sterling hcs (suggestive/smutty and not?)
SECRET HCS â briggs x sterling
NOTES ? ! mama y papa⊠i need them together again. (also, their meeting is not the same as the book).
! 18+ and not
They first met when Director Sterling was recruiting new agents
And obviously he used Veronica to help him
Tanner was cocky and smug, whenever he trained he would get under Veronicaâs skin
But Veronica was better than him and heâd end up training overtime
When she complained about him to Scarlett, she started shipping them
When Director Sterling decided theyâd become partners, his daughter wasnât happy at all.
She was too emotional, since she worked hard to be a profiler she wanted every single case closed. At cost of her own safety.
Whereas Tanner was logical, he would never risk her, even if it meant catching a killer
The first time they did it she had almost gotten herself kidnapped
They were arguing on the way back, Tannerâs hands gripping the wheel so tight
âWe were so close, Briggs, why couldnât you just let me do it?â
âBecause I canât risk losing you, damn it!â he stopped the car
They kissed deeply and she climbed on his lap.
Sex for them is wild, with teeth clashing and hair pulling
He loves eating her out, feeling her nails rank his back as her body convulses in pleasure
âYou like that, Ronnie?â
âShut up and lick, Briggs.â
It didnât take much for them to realise they were foolishly in love with each other and get married.
However, after Scarlettâs death, Veronica was never the same.
She drowned herself in work, she became obsessed with arresting killers and deliver justice. A justice Scarlett never had.
But the same obsession made her make a mistake and she got kidnapped by Daniel Redding.
When Briggs found out, he saw red and almost got himself kidnapped too, if it hadnât been for Judd who stopped him.
Sterling managed to escape on her own, with Deanâs help, and they finally were able to arrest Daniel.
Scarred not only physically but also mentally, Veronica Sterling could no longer be what people expected her to be. A good wife and a strong agent.
So she filled out her divorce paper and her resignation letter.
Briggs didnât want to divorce, he tried so hard to fight for them, but it was one-sided. His Ronnie had gone.
When she came back, to Director Sterlingâs order and because she didnât trust Briggs to handle the naturals well, he was relieved.
Seeing her face after so much time hurt him, though.
They hooked up in secret sometimes, even when they were broken up.
No one can make them feel like each other
They realised just how much they cared for each other when Nightbane injected Briggs with the venom
Veronica took him to the hospital and prayed, and when the killer told them the antidote, she ran to get it
Fortunately, it hadnât passed enough time for it to kill him, so they were able to save Briggs
When he woke up, a little disoriented from the medical induced coma they had put him under to slow his heartbeat and his blood pressure, Veronica was holding his hand, her head resting uncomfortably against the bed.
âRonnie⊠youâll get a sore neck like that.â
She was so relieved, she hugged him so tight he almost chocked.
From then on, they decided they would try and see where their hearts took them. No expectation, no labels.
SYNOPSIS: if gigi grayson was the sunshine, then mattias slater was the shadow, ready to shield her from any danger.
WARNINGS: fluff, making out, set in: sometime after glorious rivals. NOT PROOFREAD.
WC: 2.6k
ALEXA PLAYS: Shadow by SEVENTEEN
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Mister Shadow hadnât come to meet Gigi the way he said he would.
Well, to be fair, heâd never actually said he would. She was the one who told him to come meet her on Tuesdays.
He hadnât agreed, of course, Mister Shadow never agreed to anything, but she liked to think heâd heard her anyway. That stubborn, beautiful man.
The Hawthorne brothers were caught up in Averyâs kidnapping, her twin was buried in midterms back on campus, because she was the responsible twin, while Gigi always thought of her to be the impulsive one.
She was a woman on a mission under the orders of Rohan No Last Name in London.
Problem? She still hadnât received any order from him, and itâd been two weeks.
So, naturally, Gigi did the only logical thing in her illogical mind: she went to a not-entirely-legal party.
There were worse choices she couldâve made. Like cutting her bangs again, because that hadnât escalated well. Or give go back to Phoenix and give Fluffy Cloud a bath, the old cat that has knifes instead of claws.
Boredom, as sheâd recently discovered, was a vicious creature.
Sheâd already done every makeup tutorial TikTok had to offer, explored the London Bridge three times, given herself a butterfly cut that had turned out surprisingly well, and even knitted the fitted green top she was now proudly wearing.
So yes, she absolutely deserved a night out.
The bass was pounding with deafening music, the air smelled like sweat and questionable decisions, and the red solo cup in her hand was full of something called Gin Lemon.
It was mostly gin, very little lemon, and absolutely terrible.
But it distracted her from the one thought she didnât want to have.
Mister Shadow hadnât come. And as much as she hated to admit it, she missed him.
She took another sip anyway, scrunching her nose as the drink burned its way down her throat.
Her body swayed to the rhythm, surrounded by strangers whose bodies were warm and soft around her.
Gigi didnât know a single person there, mostly because she had infiltrated a college rave party, but that had never stopped her before.
Blending in was her secret superpower.
How, you may ask? Easy.
Sheâd grabbed a random brochure of the college on her way in, picked a major for the night (psychology sounded fun!) and decided to pretend she was a bright young student obsessed with Freud. Sheâd even mentally high-fived the old man.
Thank you, caffeine, for making this possible. Three coffees in, and Gigi Grayson was invincible.
Her heart was almost pounding its way out of her chest!
âHey, pretty girl.â The voice came from behind her, warm and half-slurred. A thick British accent underlined by the alcohol.
She turned, and there stood a tall guy with messy hair and eyes the green of polished glass. They reminded her of Jameson Hawthorneâs, though less kind.
âHi,â she said brightly, smiling wide because being called pretty always deserved a smile.
âYou look like youâre having fun,â he said, leaning close enough that she caught a whiff of his drink, too much gin an too little something else âMind if I join?â
âThe dance floorâs for everyone,â she answered, sipping again and trying not to grimace at the taste.
âPerfect,â he grinned, slipping a hand around her waist.
She didnât love the touch, but she also didnât pull away.
It wasnât about flirting, it was about having something, someone, to anchor her in the noise.
If this green-eyed stranger â who would be called Chat Noir (reference: the green eyes) â wanted to be her dance partner for the night, she wasnât going to argue.
Except then, goosebumps prickled up her neck. The kind that whispered she was being watched, and her heartbeat stuttered.
Her subconscious, Friend Freud would say, and Mister Shadow, Gigi would correct.
âI suggest you move that hand a little north.â
The voice rolled out like thunder. She turned toward it instantly.
There he was, leaning against the wall, half-hidden by the blinding lights, one leg bent casually as if he belonged to the shadows themselves.
Mister Shadow, commonly known as Mattias Slater. MS.
neon lights painted his silhouette in flickers of pink and blue, but she didnât need light to picture him. She knew those dark eyes, nearly black. She knew the scar carved through his eyebrow.
And she hadnât even realized until now that Chat Noirâs hand had drifted just a little too low.
âBetter yet,â Slate said calmly, âremove your hand from her if you still want it attached to your body.â
The guy froze. And like every reasonable man who sensed mortal danger, he immediately obeyed âDidnât know she was taken,â he muttered before melting into the crowd.
Slate stepped forward, his presence like a shadow cutting through neon light.
He positioned himself between Gigi and a group of swaying frat boys without saying a word. Ever the protective bastard.
âIâm not off limits,â she said, tilting her chin up defiantly.
âYouâre testing my limits,â he muttered, voice low and edged with annoyance.
She noticed then,there was a small cut on his lip that almost made him look like the Joker.
She reached up, brushing her fingers over it gently. âWhat happened here?â
âComplications.â Slate replied gruffly.
She let her hand linger a second longer before sliding it behind his neck, pulling him just a little closer as she swayed âAnd let me guess, those âcomplicationsâ kept you from our date?â
âWe didnât have a date.â
âYes, we did.â She smiled, mischievous âYou promised flowers and everything, and itâs Friday so youâre three days late.â
âI never promised you flowers.â
âThen it mustâve been a dream,â she said sweetly.
Slate took the red cup from her before she could sip again. His expression said youâve had enough, and hers said try me.
âMaybe,â she added, her grin tilting, âyou should try harder to make my dreams come true.â
Her arms looped easily around his neck, eyes dancing with a strange feeling of euphoria.
The music pulsed through the floor, and Gigi swayed closer until she could feel Slateâs breath ghost past her cheek.
âYou know,â she murmured, half-laughing âyou could at least pretend to dance.â
âI am dancing,â he said flatly.
âNo, youâre standing.â
âSame thing.â
âNot even close.â She rocked on her feet, tilting her head, curls brushing his jaw âYouâre so stiff. Are you allergic to rhythm?â
âIâm allergic to bad decisions.â
âThen youâre in the wrong place, Mister Shadow.â Her grin was wickedly bright âThis entire party is one massive bad decision.â
âStarting with you being here.â Slateâs battered eyebrow raised.
âExactly! So at least Iâm consistent.â
He made a sound that mightâve been a sigh⊠or a laugh, though Slateâs versions of those were nearly identical.
His hands stayed resolutely at his sides, but the muscle in his jaw ticked every time she swayed closer. He curled and uncurled hiĂ fingers.
âYou can touch me,â she said, teasing, voice dipping into a near whisper. âI donât bite.â
He looked down at her, unimpressed. âYou absolutely bite.â
âOnly if provoked.â
âNot helping.â he groaned.
âHelping what?â
He didnât answer. His eyes did that thing where they softened but refused to admit it.
âCome on, Slate. You came all the way here just to frown at me?â Gigi tilted her head like a dog trying to figure out its ownersâ orders.
âTo make sure you didnât end up with idiots who donât know where to put their hands.â he retorted.
âAw,â she smiled, âthatâs almost sweet, even for a muscled goblin, but Iâm sure Chat Noir had no ill intentions.â
He exhaled, and the sound was halfway between fondness and exasperation. âYouâre drunk.â
âBarely.â ahe replied âIâm just a little shiny around the edges.â
âSunshine,â he said, the word slow, warning, âlet me take you back to the hotel.â
Her eyes lit up, stubborn. âI donât want to go back yet.â
âYou need sleep.â
âActually,â Gigi thought for a moment âI need fries, Iâm hungry.â
âYou need water.â
âI need you to stop being a killjoy.â She poked his chest âLetâs walk. Fresh air, stars, philosophical conversations, come on, live a little.â
âPhilosophical conversations?â
âYes, you can brood and I can talk, and itâll be a perfect balance. besides, psychology is my major of the night.â Gigi winked.
He stared at her for a beat too long, then muttered, âYouâre too much sunshine for a person.â
âAnd yet,â she said brightly, tugging on his sleeve, âhere you are, following me out the door.â
He didnât deny it.
Outside, the night air felt cool and almost gentle after the heat of the party. The city hummed with distant noise, and Gigi hugged her arms at the biting wind âSee? So much better.â
âLondon,â he said dryly, âwhere itâs not even nice in summer.â
âExactly. Poetic, ainât it? Thereâs something about this greyish weather.â Gigi looked around, breathing the icy air in.
She swung her hands dramatically, âYou never tell me what you think about things. Itâs unfair, you know. I say something, and you just frown like a tragic novel character.â
âI donât frown.â Slate replied, pulling her aside when a bicycle brushed too close for his likings.
âMm, disagree.â She stopped walking suddenly and spun around to face him, the streetlight catching in her eyes âFine, letâs play a game called I Ask You Answer.â
âNo.â
Gigi smiled, âYes.â
âGigi.â his voice had an edge.
âSlate.â
He sighed, already defeated. âOne question.â
âThree.â she continued stubbornly
âOne.â Slate tried again.
âTwo and a half.â
âFine.â Slate sighed again.
She grinned, triumphant. âOkay. Question one: do you like my top?â
He blinked, clearly not expecting that. He ranked his eyes over the greenish fabric, âItâs⊠knitted.â
âThatâs not an opinion!â she protested. âThatâs an observation.â
âItâs fine.â Slate said, chocolate brown eyes ranking her up and down, stopping just for a couple of seconds on the exposed skin of her cleavage.
She gasped dramatically. âYou hate it.â
âI didnât say that.â
âBut youâre thinking it.â
âIâm thinking about how you manage to talk this much without breathing.â he said, looking away from her. Though Gigi noticed the faint blush on his cheeks.
She wasnât sure if Mattias Slater was capable of blushing.
âTalent,â she said proudly âNow, question twoâ why did you come to this party?â
âTo drag you out before you could make more bad decisions.â Slate replied, turning her around and placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her back to the hotel.
She laughed, âSo protective, Eve must really like having you as a bodyguard.â
He glanced sideways at her, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth âWhy? Do you need a bodyguard too?â
âWould you become mine if I asked?â
He didnât answer this time.
Just looked at herâ for too long and too quietly. She didnât seem to notice, still rambling as they turned the corner.
âSo anyway, I knitted this top. it took me hours. I watched like six tutorials and stabbed myself with the needle twice, which, honestly, felt very on brand.â She spread her arms like she was presenting a masterpiece.
He glanced at her top again, more carefully this time. âYou made that?â
âYup.â Gigi nodded.
âItâs⊠not terrible.â Slate replied.
âThatâs practically a compliment!â
âDonât push it.â his lips curled into a smirk.
She laughed, tossing her hair back. âYou secretly like it.â
âI secretly wish youâd stop talking about it.â
âImpossible,â she said, grinning. âYou walked into the chaos, Slate. Me, Iâm chaos.â
He shook his head, but the edge of his mouth twitched âYouâre exhausting.â
âYouâre smiling,â she pointed out. âDonât deny it, I can see it.â
âMust be a trick of the light.â
âSure, sure.â She bumped her shoulder against his, âFor Mister Shadow, youâre terrible at staying invisible.â
He turned to look at her then, really look. The kind of look that made her stop talking for half a second.
âAnyways,â she processed to break the moment by saying âI think weâre kinda like Bella Swan and Edward Cullen when she was riding a motorcycle while drinking milk, I need to get in trouble to have your attention.â
âYou always have it, Sunshine.â
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They reached the hotel in the soft buzz of midnight lights, Gigi talking a mile a minute about how sheâd somehow been roped into a badminton match with a bunch of British rich people.
Slate listened, mostly quiet, while she described how sheâd lost every single set âBut they gave me afternoon tea,â she said proudly, holding her chin high âWhich was, you know, practically a reward for public humiliation.â
Slateâs lips curved, just barely âYou earned it, then.â
âYouâre mocking me, Mister Shadow,â she said, pointing a wobbly finger at him but failing to look stern because she was grinning too hard.
Before he could reply, she slipped her hand through his arm and led him to her room, as though he hadnât already memorised the way to 553.
The suite looked like a catalogue for chaos.
Clothes were draped over chairs and across the bed, an open suitcase sulking in the corner.
A trail of shiny sneakers and glittering jewelry led toward the bathroom, as if a very sparkly hurricane had passed through.
It was very Gigi.
Slate went straight to the minibar, pulling out a cold bottle of water and unscrewing it before handing it to her.
She sat on the edge of the bed, legs swinging, cheeks flushed, hair loose and slightly tangled. The water bottle pressed cool against her palms, grounding her a little.
âYouâre not supposed to be here, are you?â she asked, squinting at him.
Slate didnât answer, and that silence said enough.
âThen why are you?â She tilted her head, blue eyes curious and too bright for the dim light. Too bright for the ugly world âWhy do you keep coming back to me?â
âThe same reason why,â he said, kneeling down in front of her, his voice unexpectedly gentle, âyou wait for me.â
For a heartbeat, the air stilled.
The room, the city, everything seemed to shrink until there was only her heartbeat and the weight of his stare.
Gigi studied him, really studied himâ the faint scar on his eyebrow that she so desperately wanted to know the story of, the sharp bridge of his nose, the kind of mouth that looked like it had forgotten how to smile.
Her mind was not built for overthinking; her impulses ran faster than logic ever could. So she leaned in and kissed him.
Her hands were on his shoulders, small and unsure. For a second, he didnât move, and panic started to flutter up her throatâ until he kisses her back.
His hand came up to her jaw, firm but careful, guiding her closer as his lips deepened the kiss.
Her first kiss.
Gigiâs very first kiss, and she was having it with Mattias Slater. M A T T I A S S L A T E R!
The same Mattias who wasnât supposed to be there with her.
Her brain felt like fireworks, her heart like confetti and she really wanted fries.
She nipped playfully at his lower lip, and Slate rewarded her with a sound, a quiet, involuntary groan that sent a shiver straight through Gigi.
In a blink, he lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighted nothing.
He laid her on the bed with a gentleness that contradicted his size, adjusting the pillow behind her head before leaning down again.
Their mouths met once more, a wordless push and pull, hungry and tender all at once.
When he finally drew back, both their breaths were unsteady and Slate rested his forehead against hers.
His eyes, usually so unreadable or unimpressed, looked almost pained.
âYouâre going away,â she whispered.
âI should,â he said, thumb brushing her cheek.
âAnd youâre not coming back soon.â
âNo.â His Adam apple moved as he swallowed, and Gigi had the ridiculous urge to trace it with her lips, to memorize the shape of him.
âI still have one question left,â she said softly, reminding him of their unfinished game âWhat does this mean? Us.â
Slate closed his eyes, exhaled, and kissed her againâslow and deep . The kind of kiss that felt like both a confession and a goodbye.
She melted against him, clutching at the back of his neck, desperate to keep him there, to hold him in that perfect, impossible moment.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low. âEverything,â he said, turning her so her back was against his chest, his arm looping loosely around her waist, âand nothing at all.â
âI like the first option better,â she murmured, half-drowsy, her body sinking into his warmth âdelusional, am I not?â
His chuckle was soft against her ear. âKeep dreaming, Sunshine.â
âAlways,â she whispered, eyes already fluttering shut.
âThen Mister Shadow will show up,â he murmured, the faintest smile ghosting his lips, âsooner or later.â
CAN YOU PLS DO GRAYSON AND SLOANE PLATONIC CROSSOVER HEADCANONS
SLOANE & GRAYSON HCS â tig x the naturals
NOTES ? ! sloane is basically gigi in coolvetica (i hope these hcs make sense?)
ALEXA PLAYS: Sunroof by Nicky Youre & hey daisy
Grayson got to know Sloane through Gigi
Gigi met Sloane at a party she wasnât supposed to attend, she was trying to figure out the odds of Savannah getting mad if she found out and a pretty girl beside her suddenly said âthereâs 65% of chances a parent or a cared figure gets mad after discovering their dear ones are at partiesâ
They clicked instantly
So when Gigi brought Sloane over, Grayson shouldâve known better than offer her coffee
Headache 2.0
Savannah enjoyed watching him trying to calm Sloaneâs statistics mumbling
Grayson forbid her from getting best coffee ever again
Soon he noticed she is very smart and intelligent, so he asks her for help at Averyâs charity organisation
Her knowledge in probabilities and risks allowed Grayson to make smarter choices
He grew attached to her, mostly because she reminds him of Gigi, and Grayson loves Gigi
But Sloane isnât that much of a yapper, and she also doesnât believe much in herself
Grayson had the sudden urge to find whoever hurt her and make them pay
Once Sloane said she really loved swimming but she didnât want to do it back at the house with the Naturals because Dean usually used the pool (plus it creeps her out the corpse drawn on the bottom)
So Grayson let her use the swimming pool at Hawthorne house, forbidding anyone to enter when sheâs there
When Sloane had to go back, he acted like it didnât matter to him
But he sometimes checks on her, through a phone call or texts (sheâs a worse dry texter than him)
Sloane told him all about The Naturals project and her found family, she is very fond of Cassie mostly, but she knows Micheal also cares deeply for her
That doesnât mean she doesnât care about Lia and Dean, but she knew they fancy each other more
Bonus: Micheal reminds Grayson of Jameson so he took a liking to him
NOTES ! ? my shaylas 𫶠hope you like this, anon!
! this contains a couple of suggestive things
Cassie cares deeply, while Dean doesnât want to care for anyone.
Managing their relationship isnât easy, they have late night meaningful conversations, but they learn how to communicate
For his 18th birthday, Dean received a blueish Ford Ranger from Briggs
That same night, he woke Cassie up and they had a little run away date
They drove away from the city and reached a hill where they could see the stars
Their first time happened in the open part of the car, with fluffy blankets and shared giggles
Cassie doesnât have experience with boys. And Dean isnât used to girls seeing him as more than his fatherâs son, so they are each othersâ first in everything
They cuddled under the stars after, bodies tangled together
Dean loves when Cassie caresses his back and shoulders, her nails drawing little circles on his skin
Lia is always teasing Cassie and Dean, but she is truly happy for them
Though whenever they have an argument she always sides with Dean
When they are playing together in the living room, like strip poker, Dean canât take his eyes off Cassie and Sloane never fails to point it out
âDean has been staring at Cassieâs cleavage for one minute, thirty-six seconds and fifteen milliseconds.â
Sometimes he gets so closed up in his head, the demons clawing at his soul, but Cassie always manages to bring him back
Cassie spends more time in Deanâs room than in her own
Mostly because they both canât seem to sleep unless they have the other near
They are an invincible team, two powerful profilers that can crawl into a killerâs head. Dangerous couple, uh?
They love each other so much they canât stand the idea of one of them getting hurt.
Dean is scared of his feelings, he thinks loving Cassie too much will eventually drive her away, but when he wakes up next to her, counting the freckles on her back, he knows everything will be alright
