#I just threw a flannell and jeans and a hat on him and it will suffice

[mizutsugi]

cowgirl ☆ (dean winchester x reader

↳ synopsis: you ride the mechanical bull at some texas dive bar, and dean really can't keep his mind out of the gutter...

↳word count: 2,052

↳cw: nsfw (MINORS DNI!!), smut, fem/afab reader, oral sex (f recieving), p in v (wrap it up!!!), cowgirl (duh..), a bit of sub dean if you squint, not proof read!

You were about five shots in at a little dive bar in Texas, slamming the shot glass down onto the sticky dark oak counter as Dean followed behind you. The place was crowded- it was a Friday night, after all. The room smelled like booze and old leather, and the walls were a deep red, littered with little photos and mementos… an old acoustic guitar, a framed picture of a longhorn, an old Budweiser sign- the works. Whatever shyness you had was left at the door, and with all the booze starting to hit your system, you felt like you could do anything. That’s when your eyes landed on a faux bull in the middle of the dimly lit room, surrounded by blue padded foam and a ring. You smiled and pointed at it, trying to get Dean to follow.

“I wanna ride it.” You said.

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart? You’ve had a few.” Dean chuckled, currently sipping on a whiskey.

“Mhm.” You nodded before hopping off the barstool, dotting your way around the crowded bar before you made it to the bullpen. Dean was frankly shocked you went for it so quickly, and tried to follow you, pushing through a few people in the process. 

You threw a leg clumsily over the elastic cord separating the bullpen and the hardwood floor, stumbling over the soft foam before grasping onto the robotic bull. Suddenly a man appeared behind you- hell, maybe he was there the whole time- and tapped your shoulder. 

“You sober enough to be doing this, missus?” He asked with a southern drawl. He had a jean jacket on and a cowboy hat, and you gave him the kindest smile you could summon.

“Yes sir, promise!” You grinned, swinging your leg over the bull and mounting it. You playfully grabbed his cowboy hat and put it on your head. The man just laughed and shook his head, too spent to fight it. You looked around for Dean, who was now leaning on the cord with his arms folded over the strong material, smirking at you. In his head, he was making a bet with himself that you’d last 10 seconds tops. 

“Alrighty, just hang tight…” The man ducked out of the ring and grabbed what you assumed to be the controller. He pressed a button and the bull, big and black, started moving. 

You laughed and gripped onto the saddle mount, trying to remember everything from those old western flicks Dean loved to watch back home. You lifted your hips, back arching as you tried to remain as steady as possible while the bull lurched forward. Your thighs squeezed tightly around the machinery, your hold on the peg in front of you steady. You kept giggling to yourself, looking back at Dean with a wild grin on your face. He smiled back, nodding his head in approval. If he was being honest, all he could focus on was the way your hips rolled and your hair bounced on your collarbone, done up into two cute braided pigtails. You were wearing his flannel and a lacy white tank top underneath, that showed just enough. 

A crowd slowly emerged around the pen, with people holding drinks and cheering you on as you passed the thirty second mark. The bull started moving more rapidly, and your thighs gripped the beast tighter, while the upper half of your torso moved freely as to dodge the sharp movements. You whooped and hollered, freeing one arm from the mount to grab on to your (stolen) cowboy hat and tip it to the crowd before waving it frantically in the air. You could hear Dean clapping for you, cheering your name as you made it past a minute. You looked over to him as he watched you, both enamored and proud, and you smiled back. You put the hat back on your head and watched as a few of the patrons of the bar joined in on the cheering. The bull was getting quicker and more frantic, bucking you around all over the place. You tried your best, but your grip loosened and your thighs started spazzing out, losing their hold around the animal. You let out one last cheer before getting thrown off the bull, landing with a gentle thud on the plush padding beneath you. You laughed as the people around you clapped, including the operator. He retrieved his hat, which had fallen off your head when you fell, and gave you a firm handshake and a “well done” after you pulled yourself back up. You felt a bit dizzy, and looked around for Dean, who was now ducking below the cord and offering you a sturdy hand to pull yourself up by. 

You smiled warmly at him before taking it, allowing him to pull you out of the ring. He dropped your hand but quickly went in for a kiss, pecking you on the lips before giving your shoulder an approving pat. 

“You’re a damn professional, babe.” He said.

“Aw, shucks…” You smiled sheepishly, dusting your knees off before taking his hand as the two of you walked out of the bar and out the door, feeling the humid night air hit your faces as you stepped out into the warm darkness. You both headed for the Impala before driving back to the motel you were holed up in during the hunt. 

-

The second you made it through the door, Dean was all over you. He was holding you tight, pulling in before kissing you. You laughed, pulling away after his third kiss.

“Someone’s ancy, huh?” You cocked a brow, noting how his green eyes scanned all over your body while he held you close.

“Can’t help it. It was hot.” He mumbled lowly, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“What, how good I was on the bull?” You asked. 

“M-hm…” He hummed, the hand on your lower back inching lower and lower until it fell over the curve of your ass. 

“You’re such a horndog…” You smirked and rolled your eyes, but leaned into his touch. He slowly walked you backward until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell backward, allowing him to climb over you until he was hovering above your face, his eyes obsessively roaming over you. He lowered his face down to yours and kissed you again, this time hungrier and more desperate. He slowly moved across your jaw, then down to your exposed neck and collarbone. You moaned softly as he sucked on your neck, his hands wandering down to the flannel around you and pulling at the fabric until it came off, taking his lips off you momentarily so he could pull your arms out of the sleeves. While you were still lifted a bit off the bed, he pulled the white tank off carefully over your head, leaving you in a white silky bra and low rise blue jeans. He also took that time to throw off his own shirt, and you had about two seconds to admire his built chest before he was back on your neck. He kissed and sucked and bit, making you whimper and reach up to clutch his short hair. He snaked his hands underneath your back and fiddled with the clasps of your bra until he successfully undid them, pulling the straps down and revealing your breasts. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful…” He murmured from your neck, slowly tracing his lips down the valley of your chest between your tits. His hands reached up to feel the soft, supple skin, calloused fingers occasionally pinching your nipples and rolling over the sensitive buds. You let out small whimpers that made him harden beneath you, bucking his hips into the mattress as he worked his way down your stomach. His occupied hands left your chest and wandered down to the waistline of your jeans, gently pushing them down your thighs and, with one swift tug, off your legs. He threw them to the side, focusing on the lace panties you had on. He practically groaned at the site of a wet spot in the middle, where you were worked up. He looked up to your yearning eyes for permission before you feverishly nodded your head in approval. You watched him pull at the thin fabric until you were left completely bare.

He wasted no time connecting himself to your core, tongue lapping at your clip. You moaned, hands practically flying to his short locks to stabilize yourself. He had to admit, you pulling on his hair and moaning so sweetly shortened his patience a bit. He was skillfully working your body, sucking and licking in all the right spots between your folds, hands moving to grasp your hips, keeping you pinned in one spot. You couldn’t help but roll them, though, pleasure coming in waves as he hit your sensitive bud over and over again. 

“D-Dean…” You moaned, eyes squeezing shut as you felt yourself nearing the edge. Without you finishing your sentence, he knew, and his unrelenting tongue carried you to your (quick) release. You shuttered, feeling your body tremble and thighs quiver as you came down, his face pulling away from you to reveal his stubble covered in slick. He smiled in a way that was downright devious, so smug that he knew how quickly he could make you come undone. Giving you time to recover, he pulled his pants off, allowing the denim to pool at his ankles before kicking them off, then releasing himself from his boxers. Your mouth all but watered at the sight of his cock, already pink and slightly glazed with precum. He pumped himself a few times before positing himself at your entrance, emerald eyes locking with yours with eager, but gentle, anticipation. 

“Breathe in for me, pretty girl.” He said, giving you time to collect your breath before pushing in. You whined, feeling him slowly fill you as to let you get used to the feeling. As his hips slowly pulled in and out, each movement turning pain into pleasure, you reached to grip his strong arms. He groaned lowly, feeling you tighten around him, his thrusts beginning to pick up the pace. 

“D…Dean..” You moaned, shakily tapping your finger against his arm.

His thrusts slowed slightly as he cautiously responded, “Yeah, baby?”

“Switch w’me.” You requested, an idea forming. He gave you a bit of a skeptical look, before pulling out and lying down beside you, a bit frustrated from the sudden separation. 

You climbed over him, and his eyes suddenly lit up as realization hit him all at once. You straddled his bare lap, hovering over his cock. Your hands felt up his toned chest, nails dragging across it slightly as you admired how handsome he looked under you. He fucking whimpered, which drove you crazy and reminded you why exactly you decided to take the lead. Your hands wandered back down to his dick, lining it up with your entrance before you slowly lowered yourself down on him. You and him both moaned at the feeling of being inside each other again, your hips rolling. Your eyelids fluttered shut, allowing yourself to focus on movement rather than giving in to the urge to collapse his broad chest. You slowly lifted your hips up, then down, then up, until you were in a steady rhythm of bouncing on his cock. He moaned, hands gripping your waist softly and helping guide you up and down. You whimpered and whined at the feeling of his length pumping in and out of you, your core strength starting to falter as you felt yourself getting closer. 

“I’m… fuck…” You could barely get a word out, breaths getting shallower and shallower as you focused on chasing your release. 

“Cum for me, babe…” He mumbled slowly, feeling himself also getting close as your walls tightened around him. You did, almost immediately collapsing on top of him, head falling to his collar as you faltered around him. Feeling you squeeze around his length, he came, hands grasping around your back as you laid on top of him. You smiled, feeling his rough palms slowly start to rub soothing circles on your back as you both recovered. 

“My pretty cowgirl…”

↳a/n: my writers block is SO BAD :( i promise i will try to get to all my requests asap! this was in fact not a request but like... something possessed me and i needed to finish this draft. thinking so much about dean rn... ughhhh

[butchbutera]

Next To Normal costume analysis cause I’m a nerd:

Diana, Act 1 wore a white shirt and blue jeans. A pretty basic suburban mom outfit, not too much to say about it. Maybe this outfit could reflect her trying her hardest to seem “normal” and “okay” on the outside? Idk. But Act 2 her outfit only switches slightly to a black top instead of a white one. The obvious connotation is how dark her life has gotten after the ECT. She’s completely blank, but in a different way. Her mind is wiped she’s just a black void for memories to be tossed into. She’s lost herself, her memories, what made Diana Diana

Dan! Act 1, Dan’s wearing a basic green button up most of the time, except for right before intermission where he just has his blue shirt on, then in Act 2 he switches to a red button up. I like to think the button up serves as a shield. The green showing everyone that he’s “all good! 👍🏾” everything’s fine I’m fine we’re fine, nothing to worry about. Then after Diana’s attempt, he takes it off for the first and only time. He’s more vulnerable, but still trying his hardest to clean up her messes as he always is. Then, Act 2, he’s wearing red which is usually represented opposite to green. Green is good, red is bad. Green is go, red is stop. Dan is fine, then Dan is not.

Natalie goes through a couple different costumes in the show but her Act 1 outfits are very colorful. They have a lot of patterns and look quite haphazardly put together. Like she just went into her closet and threw on whatever she could find then ran off to school, which fits her character perfectly. Then, the beginning of Act 2. The color is completely drained. She’s in all black, similarly to Diana, her personality and life has been sucked out of her. Throughout the second act we see a bit more color slowly show up into her costumes. There’s less fun patterns than before but the color is fading back in. Then, the blue dress and black overcoat, directly paralleling Diana’s blue nightgown and black coat she wore when bringing Gabe to the hospital. Natalie and Diana are much more similar than they both believe they are. The two are paralleled the entire show.

Henry!!! Henry is introduced in a flannel, sneakers, and a brightly colored/patterned fanny pack. As the show goes on Henry’s outfits get more and more put together. He goes from the basic flannel to a full suit by the end of act 2. I like to think this shows the switching of roles in Henry and Natalie’s relationship. She went from being the “responsible one” to having to take care of Natalie. Picking her up from clubs, trying to get her clean, going to pick her up for the dance.

Then there’s Gabe who wears the exact same thing almost the entire show. Gabe is stagnant. He will forever be the child Dan and Diana lost, even as he “grows up” in Diana’s mind. He still acts like a child. Crawling, screaming, having outbursts. He acts like a newborn child, clinging to his mother, crying when she’s away. At the very beginning of the show he swaps through a few different outfits, because in Diana’s head at this point he’s a fully actualized person. He’s her kid who goes to school and plays football and has a life. He’s coming home late and brushes his teeth and she makes him cereal, but after the birthday incident, her delusion breaks. She knows he’s not here. He’s been gone for years, and after that Gabe never changes. He regresses, he’s fluid. Going from a malevolent spirit to a desperate child at the drop of a hat.

[smoketransformer]

A Life on the Road

Harry Hamner had a lot going for him, but it wasn’t enough. After recently being accepted to a very prestigious medical school, he started having doubts. Was the life of a doctor, just like his parents, one that he really wanted?

Harry had always fantasized a life as a truck driver. He would be able to travel the country without a care in the world. Sure, sitting all day probably wasn’t the healthiest - but he didn’t care. He wanted to live his life the way he wanted it and he could do that on the road.

One morning, Harry woke up to the sound of a loud horn. At first, he tried to ignore it but it was consistent and close. Harry got up from his bed and looked out the window. He saw a massive semi truck parked in the driveway. There was no trailer on it, but it still looked huge.

Confused, he quickly threw on a flannel and jeans and went outside to check it out and look for the owner.

He approached the truck and didn’t see the driver. The truck was beautiful. He was painted black, but had streaks that looked like wisps of smoke around. There was a decal on the the driver side door that read “Big Ol’ Smoke Trucking Co.”

He opened the door and a thought - no, an urge - came across him. He should sit in the driver seat, just for a minute, to see how it was sitting behind the wheel. He always wanted this opportunity.

Harry climbed up and sat in the seat. It was both new and familiar. It was where he belonged. The keys were in the ignition. He wanted to hear the engine roar, so he turned them. The engine came to life with such power.

Without even thinking, Harry shifted the truck into reverse and pulled out of the driveway. He was a natural, as if he was driving large rigs for most of his life.

He shifted it into drive and drove down the road. He didn’t know where he was going, but he drove like he did.

It felt like he was driving for just a few minutes, but it actually was for hours. He turned the radio on to the old country music station; he usually liked current pop, but this just fit the mood.

He made it out of the city and was driving past acres of crops. He was driving the speed limit, but noticed some flashing blue and red lights behind him.

“Shit,” he said to himself. The truck was probably reported as stolen and this dream would end for him. He pulled over and stopped the truck. The sheriff car behind him parked behind him.

The sheriff approached the cab. He was wearing a large hat and dark aviator glass. He sported a very thick, black mustache and had a large billiard pipe sticking out of his mouth.

“Is there a problem, sheriff?” Harry sheepishly asked.

“Reports of a missing truck. One like this,” the deep voice of the sheriff replied, “License and registration.”

Harry tried to act casual by reaching over to the glove box on the passenger side. He opened it up and noticed a light brown pipe and a pouch of tobacco. He pulled it out.

“Pipe smoker as well?” the sheriff asked, with his pipe still clinched in his teeth.

“Ummm…yeah,” Harry lied, thinking maybe the sheriff would let him off easy as a fellow pipe smoker. He set the pipe and pouch on the passenger seat and grabbed the license with registration.

“Not many of us around anymore, real smokin’ men,” the sheriff added as Harry handed him the paperwork. Harry didn’t know what was on it, but was hoping it would pass.

The sheriff looked at it, still smoking his pipe. The smoke smelled nice, Harry thought. To sell the lie that he was also a pipe smoker, he grabbed the pipe. He noticed it was already packed with tobacco and placed it in his mouth. He wasn’t going to light it though, but thought this was enough pass as a smoker.

“Got turned around, I think,” Harry said between the pipe in his teeth, “This was to Duvall, right?”

“Sure is,” the sheriff confirmed, “Picking up a load there?”

“Sure am,” Harry answered.

“More than a day’s drive though. There is a truck stop on the way though. Sure you’ll find it,” the sheriff added as he handed the paperwork back, “Everything checks out, Harold. You can go on your way. Have a nice day.”

Harold? Nobody ever calls him by his birth name, not even his parents. How did the sheriff know his name?

“Umm, yeah. You too, Sheriff,” Harry said as the sheriff walked off and he was looking at the paperwork.

His license had his birth name: “Harold Hamner” and birthday: “September 23”; but that was the only thing correct. It said the year he was born was 1963, making him 60 years old. His weight was also at 285 pounds, when he was actually 160. His photo was also not of him, but of a heavy old man with a balding head and large grey mustache. How did this pass the sheriff’s inspection? But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it did pass.

The sheriff drove past him as he started the truck back up. Harry continued down the road, without realizing the pipe was still in his mouth.

He continued down the road and onward to the town of Duvall. He started singing along to the radio with the pipe still in his mouth. It was the first time hearing most of these old country songs, but he somehow knew every word. He had almost forgotten that the load he had to pick up in the town was a made up story, but he still was heading there.

Harry was enjoying every minute of his journey. He was so much that he didn’t notice he started puffing away at the pipe in his jaw. He didn’t recall lighting it, but it somehow was starting to release smoke.

Harry thought the smoke tasted nice and smelled wonderful. He could get use to this. He even started inhaling a bit. It wasn’t harsh on his lungs; in fact, it was soothing and relaxing.

Harry was so in tuned to this way of life, he didn’t notice that he was building some fat on him. It was as if he had been sitting in the driver seat everyday for the past several years, eating only the greasiest of diner food. His hair was also thinning and he sprouted a short mustache. The cab of the truck was starting to get hazy from his constant pipe smoking.

He probably didn’t notice these changes because thoughts of him doing this for the past 10 years flooded his mind. To him, this was just who he was and has been.

Another 10 miles went by and another 10 years gone in Harry���s mind. Harry was stuck in thought as he puffed on his pipe. He couldn’t believe that he had been driving this truck for 20 years. He loved his career as a truck driver. He could smoke all day, sit on his fat ass, snack all he wanted and enjoy the views.

Harry’s hair had started falling out only on the top of his head and his clothes were getting tight. His fatty double chin was protruding and scrunched against his shirt. His mustache now bushier and smelling of tobacco smoke.

It was starting to get dark as Harry was pulling into the truck stop. An old man like himself had to get some rest before his next day of driving. After driving for 40 years, he knew it was best to take breaks in the evening.

He parked and pulled off his flannel since it was just way too tight on him. Luckily he had a large tank top behind his seat that he put on. His skin was wrinkly and his hair was grey, almost white. The only bit of color was yellow nicotine stain in his mustache since his pipe never left his mouth.

He struggled to get out of his seat due to his size. He waddled to the truck stop bathroom, leaving a trail of smoke, when he noticed the sheriff.

The sheriff’s car was parked and the owner was leaning against the side, with his arms crossed, dark sunglasses hiding most of his face and pipe clenched tightly in his saw.

Smoke poured from the sheriff’s mouth when he said, “Glad you found your way, Harold.”

Harold’s voice, deepened by his age and years of smoking, replied “Me too, Sheriff. Me too.”

[tencrushesperday]

Country Girl (Shake it for me)

matt rempe x reader

warnings : mentions of alcohol, sexual innuendoes, 454 word

no idea where i even got the idea, but let’s not forget our boy is a hockey player from calgary (he would probably laugh in my face for mentioning luke bryan out of all the country artists possible)

It was finally summer and you had Matt all to yourself. Now that your classes were over and he was done for the season, he had asked you to tag along to Michigan to meet with some of his hockey buddies at a country festival.

You had turned over the whole city looking for a specific pair of red cowboy boots. Your suitcase was packed with jean shorts, cute tops and sundresses. You planned on stealing Matt’s flannels and hoodies in case it was cold in Michigan (and his cowboy hat too obviously).

The camping site was set near the festival fields. You were the furthest thing from a country girl, born and raised in New York, with a lawyer mother and a father working in finance. So you had thought about offering Matt to pay for a hotel a bit further from the festival but he was so happy to be camping with his friends you couldn’t get on your high horses and sound like a prick.

You were already on your what? sixth? seventh? beer of the day and it was barely 5pm. If you couldn’t sing along to the lyrics, you were giving it your all in your moves.

Matt took you on his shoulders at some point and you were sure people behind you hated you both but you’re too buzzed to care.

You couldn’t believe your ears when Luke Bryan came on the stage. You felt ridiculous for only knowing this guy. You were jumping around as soon as Country Girl started playing.

You took Matt’s hands and made him jump in a circle with you, then he spun you around on the lyrics “spin me around this big ole barn” and you threw your head back in a laugh. Your white sundress was fly around you at the movements.

Your hips were swaying around on the guitar riffs and then you beckoned him closer with your finger till you could grab his white t-shirt.

He was so hot with his cowboy hat.

You knew your boyfriend was hot but he was looking particularly delicious in his country boy attire.

His shirt still in your hand, you pulled him even closer with a drunk smile on your face. He was mirroring a just as enamoured expression. You couldn’t help but take the hat off of his head and put it on yours while looking up at him through your lashes.

One eyebrow raised, he was giving you that “Are you sure?” look. So you got on your tippy toes and whispered in his ear “Don’t worry cowboy you’ll get a ride later”, the smirk audible in your words.

Later that night, you both disappeared from the party and went to “take a walk” by the lake as Matt had so expertly put when his friends asked.

[kenziey-04]

insecure

summary : y/n is very insecure about the stretch marks on her thighs , when matt notices this he shows her that there’s nothing to be insecure about ;)

warnings: SMUT! , (f)receiving , soft!dom matt , fingering , fluff

A/N : this is my first time writing smut so it’s not he best also i wrote this while having a painful ass headache so there might be some stuff missing from this but i hope you enjoy! 😭💗

it was a crisp fall evening , you were laying in bed reading the new book you just got , sipping on your cherry vanilla coke. you were wearing your favorite baby blue hoodie that pretty much swallowed you whole and you were wearing a pair of thin cotton shorts. as you continued reading , you felt your phone buzz. it was a text from your boyfriend matt. you and matt had only been going out for a few months and you guys haven’t done anything besides a little making out , and that’s because there was something you were very insecure about. you had a ton of stretch marks and cellulite on your thighs and you hated it .. and you thought matt would hate it too. although there was something different about matt. he wasn’t like any guy you ever dated before. he was sweet , gentle and caring and knew just what to say to make you blush uncontrollably.

as you sat in bed to grab your phone , you read the message from matt.

Matt ❤️ : hey sweetheart! i’m coming over i got you a little something :)

your heart raced with anticipation , nervous and excited as to what he got you. you quickly replied back and as soon as you hit send you jumped up out of bed setting your book on the night stand next to you.

you ran to the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup that had been messed up from you laying in bed. you brushed your hair out threw it into a messy bun and you quickly applied more mascara and lipgloss.

you glanced down at your legs and felt your heartache a little bit. you wanted to be comfortable around matt but your insecurities always got in the way. so you walked over to your dresser and got out a pair of grey sweatpants and replaced them with your shorts.

15 minutes had passed and you heard a knock on your bedroom door. y/n: come in! the door opened slowly and matt was standing in the door frame. he was wearing a red flannel jacket with a camouflage hat that sat backwards on his head and a pair of light wash jeans and black boots. you looked up at him and smiled.

y/n: hi! you said in a sweet gentle voice. matt: hey baby!

he walked over to the bed and gave you a small kiss on the forehead that made you tingle.

matt: whatcha doing?

y/n just reading my new book. it’s really good i’m almost done with it!

matt loved how much you loved books. he thought it was the cutest thing ever when you would light up every time you got a new book.

matt: that’s great! and speaking of books i got you a little something , be right back! he said as he quickly left the room to go out to his car.

your heart was in your stomach. you had no idea what matt had gotten you. (and you were secretly hoping it’s a new book)

matt returned to your room carrying a while gift bag.

matt: here you go love.

you scooted closer to the edge of the bed and started unwrapping the gift. to your surprise , it was the new book from your favorite author that just came out. you were so excited , you didn’t even know what to say. matt gazed at you lovingly with his soft blue eyes.

y/n ohmygosh! matt i can’t believe you got this for me’ how did you know i wanted it?!

matt: sweetheart it’s all you’ve been talking about for the past 2 weeks.

y/n: shut up! *you giggled*

you threw your arms around matt and gave him a tight squeeze. he held you in his arms gently caressing you back.

an hour had passed and you were laying in bed reading your new book with matt laying on your chest with his arms wrapped around your hips. occasionally you would look down at him and smile running your fingers through his soft brown locks.

but this time all you could think about when you looked at him , was the fact that you weren’t 100% percent comfortable around him yet and you wanted to change that.

y/n: matt?

matt slowly lifted his head up and looked at you.

matt: yeah baby?

y/n; you know how i’ve always said that i never wanted to do anything because i wasn’t ready?

matt: yeah. why?

y/n: well that’s not why i said that. it’s actually because of something else.

matt: what is it?

your face grew hot as you were about to tell him.

y/n: it’s because of my thighs. i have stretch marks and i think they’re hideous. i didn’t want you to see them.

you sat there waiting for matt’s response which felt like a lifetime.

matt: y/n , there’s nothing to be insecure about. stretch marks are perfectly normal!

you sighed a breath of relief. you were so glad to hear matt say that. it was almost like a weight had lifted off your shoulders.

matt: i think you’re perfect just the way you are. he said as he gently folded his hand into yours giving you a gentle a kiss.

your face was as red as a tomato from how much you were blushing.

y/n: matt?

matt: yeah?

y/n: i think im ready.

matt looked up at you

matt: you sure baby? you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

y/n: i’m sure

with hearing that matt sat up on the bed and you closed your book and set it on your nightstand.

matt sat next to you and gently grabbed your face pulling you in for a kiss. you leaned in , letting your soft glossed lips meet his. as the kiss grew more passionate , matt’s veiny hands started exploring your body. he pulled away from your lips and started leaving light feathery kisses on your neck. you whimpered at the feeling. matt’s free hand tugged on your sweatshirt.

matt: let’s get this off yeah?

you nodded in agreement.

you sat there as matt slowly began to pull the hoodie over your head. you weren’t wearing a bra because you didn’t see a point to since you were at home.

matt gazed in awe at your bare chest. admiring how beautiful you looked.

matt: so pretty. he said as he gently caressed your right breast.

he started leaving small kisses on your chest , slowly making his way to your nipple. he began sucking on your nipple making you whine a little bit.

you felt a heat growing in your panties , leaving a wet spot.

matt started making his way down your body sending shivers down your spine. he played with the waistband of your sweats , urging you to take them off.

you lifted your hips to give him more access as a slowly began to remove them. to his surprise you were wearing a pink lacy pair of underwear with a little bow on the front.

you felt your heart beat faster and your face grew hot.

matt: so wet for me already sweetheart? matt said as he gently grabbed your thigh.

he scooted down to the end of bed so he could have better access to your dripping wet cunt.

he began to remove your already soaked underwear , leaving you completely naked while he was still fully dressed.

you felt a wave of embarrassment brush over you and you squeezed your thighs together.

matt used his hands and pushed your legs apart.

matt: like i said sweetheart , there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. he whispered as he started leaving small kisses on your thighs. the feeling caused you to be even more wet , and you were starting to get impatient. “your so beautiful you know that?”

matt started making his way towards your heat , leaving a small kiss on your clit which made you jolt. he left a long stripe with his tongue and began sucking on your clit which caused you to moan out loud. he repeated this action over and over again.

“fuck! feels so good matt” you whimpered

matt moaned into your cunt send vibrations through your body.

as he continued to work his tongue he began to add a finger to your dripping wet hole curling it and hitting just the right spot. matt added another finger which sent you over the edge.

matt: you like that sweetheart? taking my fingers so well.

you moaned at his words. “i can’t hear you baby. you don’t want me to stop do you?”

y/n: no! fuck! yes matt

as he continued pumping his digits inside you , you felt

your walls get tighter. “matt i think im g-gonna”

matt: shhh it’s okay sweetheart let it all out. cum on my fingers

with hearing those words , you came all over his mouth and fingers. you felt a rush of pure ecstasy wash over you , as you laid there attempting to catch your breath.

matt sat up with your juices dripping off of his chin.

he left a small kiss on your clit which made you jolt from how sensitive you were.

you looked down at matt with doe eyes. “need you. need you inside me” you whispered softly.

matt listened to your command and began removing his clothes. he unbuttoned his belt kicked his shoes off and pulled down his calvin klein underwear. his dick , already leaking with precum , popped out hitting him on the stomach.

you whimpered at the sight. you always had a feeling that matt was packing but now you’re actually seeing it for the first time.

he pulled you to the edge of the bed and positioned him self between your legs. he started pumping himself and began sliding his rock hard dick up and down your slit.

he slowly pushed himself in causing you to whimper at the feeling. it hurt from how big he was and it took a minute for you to adjust , but once you did the feeling was unlike any other.

matt grabbed your hips to hold you in place and began pumping even faster into you.

matt: taking me so well y/n. fuck you’re so tight.

you whimpered as you felt a bubbling sensation in your stomach and felt yourself growing tighter around him.

he takes his thumb and started drawing lazy circles on your clit.

y/n: fuck! matt i’m gonna cum! you cried out.

matt: go ahead pretty girl let it all out. that’s it. cum all over my cock.

after hearing his words , you released all over his cock causing both you and him to moan. matt continued pumping inside you which made your legs shave uncontrollably.

matt: fuck! i’m close

he pulled out and began leaking his milky white seed all over your stomach.

matt: fuuuck y/n that was the best sex i’ve ever had in my life.

you blushed at his compliment. “cmon let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart”

[thanksbutno98]

we need a camping fic 😭😭 john gives such camper dad vibes pls 😭

Trouble Maker

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: ask and you shall receive! I used an ask from @fanficwriterlover as inspiration so thank you both so much! That being said I’m still going to do that request to the fullest, stay tuned.

Summary: Leaving John Price in charge of weekend plans was never ideal. Being distracted with work your whole family is roped into a camping trip with a bit of a surprise.

Warning: sexual themes, swearing, arguments, guns, not edited.

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It was a crisp October day in the woods two hours from your home. The sun was shinning brightly through the canopy of yellow and orange leaves. The autumn air smelled like evergreens and maple. It was a clear day, the bad British weather had spared you from rain leaving a soft breeze.

You were dressed in dark green leggings with brown leather patches on the knees, a long sleeve fitted white shirt and charcoal grey fleece lined vest. You had your favorite baseball cap on and brown hiking boots. When John saw you all decked out he had trouble keeping his hands to himself. Seeing you all ready for the out doors stirred something primal in him.

You were incapable of denying John. He was freshly shaven and the oils he put on his mutton chops were tantalizing. You swore it was an aphrodisiac. He made a crude joke about applying said oil to his pubic hair which you told him would result in the sloppiest head ever. John looked so handsome in his brown and orange flannel that he only bothered buttoning half way up and the white t-shirt underneath. He wore blue jeans and a grey beanie you knew was older than all your children.

It was sweet and you gave into your husband trying to have a quickie in your shared bathroom. It had gotten far enough you were on your knees in front of him with his trousers pulled down just enough. Only your kids interrupted for the millionth time by banging insistently on the door until you and John were forced to stop.

John grumbled about taking you camping just the two of you next time. The frustration of the day started there for your husband who was now suffering from blue balls. John was quick to shove those feelings down and get back to being a father instead of your needy husband.

So you busied yourself getting Lily the now two year old ready. You dressed her in layers. Her brown fleece jacket and jeans looked adorable on her. She looked like a teddy bear with her brown fleece hat that had little round ears on it and her matching mittens that looked like bear paws. Her unruly brown hair was tied into low pigtails that peaked out of the bottom of the hat and she had a bright teal pacifier clipped to the collar of her jacket.

“Everyone ready!” John’s voice was as chipper as ever as he stood tall in front of his family.

You had Lily resting on your hip and Evelyn and Jj stood on either side of you. Both dressed in cargo pants and fleece quarter zips. Only Jj’s pants were camouflage and jacket black while Evelyn was in different shades of purple and pink. You were all dressed in your hiking gear with full backpacks and sleeping bags on your backs. Molly the family dog was by John waiting for her release word so she could go off running.

“Yeah.” You and Evelyn grumbled in unison.

“This is going to be awesome!” Jj threw both of his arms in the air. He had been bouncing off the walls since you left that morning. Lily let out a scream and chorus of giggles to her fathers delight. Kicking her legs and then pointing off into the woods and trying to tell you something.

“Trees.” Lily continued to point and let you know there were trees all around you. Then squealing in your ear and moving awkwardly as she pointed again into the woods.

“Birdie!” She shouted and then blew a kiss.

“Ah, even Lily’s excited. Cheer up girls it’ll be fun.” John smiled widely at you. You and Evelyn both rolled your eyes and she had never looked more like you. Both of you wearing the same sour look and shoulders slumped.

“C’mon, it’s not too far we can leave the truck here.” John motioned with his head for you all to follow. You were glaring at your husband for forcing you into doing this and he responded by open hand patting your bottom to get you to follow.

“Ew.” Jj muttered. Evelyn loved when Jj got uncomfortable so she wound up and then smacked his butt as hard as she could. The smack caught you and John’s attention and John had to hold back a snicker.

“Ow! Don’t touch my butt you weirdo!” Jj hissed at his little sister. Turning to John you glared at him.

“See what you’ve started.” Your tone was far from nice but it would take more than that to beat your husbands good mood.

“They would have found something to fight about eventually.” John wasn’t wrong but you still wished you’d be sleeping in your bed tonight, not on the cold hard ground with a two year old.

Evelyn ran by you and John in a dead sprint with your son hot on her heels. You could tell they were about to start shoving each other if Jj caught up to her. The two had been fighting like cats and dogs so you suggested some family bonding in hopes they would get along. John said he would plan it since you had just gotten a promotion at work and needed to focus on that.

John took advantage of that and planned a camping trip because he knew if he asked, you would have shot down the idea. Now you had no choice since all the appropriate gear had been bought and you already took a day off so this could be a long weekend for you all. It would be a two night camping trip and you prayed the kids would behave.

“Oi, hands to yourself.” John called as soon as Jj had Evelyn by the backpack. Jj didn’t listen and pulled hard and threw the pack to the side. Sending his sister tumbling into some leaves. Evelyn didn’t miss a beat scrambling back to her feet practically attacking Jj like a feral cat. John booked it to his children who were now trying to wrestle each other to the ground. Grasping both their packs John yanked them apart.

“Enough with the fighting!” John scolded both his children.

“Don’t throw your sister around. And you, don’t start a fight you can’t finish.” John was more mad at his daughter for starting it. Evelyn had been acting up more than ever and it was mainly targeted at her big brother.

“You’re such a jerk!” Evelyn lunged at Jj again. John tugged her pack so she couldn’t get to him. Jj looked unimpressed.

“Evelyn!” You scolded. Frustrated that she didn’t have the sense to knock it off after her father broke things up.

“You hit me first!” Jj retorted. He was smart enough to not go after his sister again. You could see John start to get upset as he let go of Jj’s pack but was still holding the eight year old back. The vein by Johns forehead was pulsing in aggravation. Normally his hat covered it but Lily had stolen that hours ago and would throw a tantrum if he tried to take it back.

“It was a joke! Mummy doesn’t push dad to the ground when he smacks her butt.” Evelyn spat back. John’s mind went blank for a split second. It was like his mind was playing tricks on him. Did he hear her right?

“Did you just call me dad?” John asked his oldest daughter. He was hoping he misheard her

“Yeah, cuz this camping trip is already stupid. Dad.” Evelyn emphasized the word ‘dad’. You could see your husband was instantly hurt. His lips pressing into a thin line and his hand that was holding her backpack falling to his side almost defeatedly.

“You can still call me daddy, Evie.” John pushed and you knew his insistence would only give the eight year old more ammunition. Now she knew it bugged John and would use that when it suited her. You swore there was a glint in her eyes as she geared up to be cheeky.

“Not when I’m mad at you. Dad.” Evelyn hissed the words.

“Evelyn Price. You watch yourself. I don’t want to see or hear you being mean to your father.” You were marching up the path eventually putting Lily down because she was squirming to much.

Lily booked it as fast as her little legs would take her and ran straight for John. Stumbling twice and falling but immediately getting back up until she had reached her father. John knelt down and hugged her. You could see just holding his youngest was helping with his hurt feelings.

“Hat.” Lily gave John his hat back and then showed him her dirty hands. John was quick to dust them off and then put her mittens back on that were hanging by a string that connected to her jacket so they wouldn’t get lost. John slipped his hat back on not noticing the small yellow leaf stuck to it.

“You don’t want to be here either!” Evelyn complained at you. In that moment it didn’t matter that you weren’t excited about the trip. Now you were going to be a positive force that made this as amazing as possible for everyone.

“Well your bad attitude made me have a change of heart.” The words were meant to be sweet but they came out a bit sharp which only fuelled your daughter’s attitude.

“You’re just saying that!” Evelyn shouted and stomped her foot.

“What has gotten in to you? Evie, it’s not nice to speak to people like that. You’re hurting my and your dad’s feelings.” You asked your daughter in absolute disbelief.

It had been a new development that when upset Evelyn was showing a mean streak. It was something you and John were working on with her but it proved to be more difficult than either of you imagined. The young girl really knew how to cut to the core which had left you both feeling horrible at the end of the day.

“C’mon. Let’s go.” John turned and continued up the path, he couldn’t stand anymore bickering. There was this strange ache in his chest at his daughter’s words. Clearly the little girl didn’t realize the effect her words had on him. John had been struggling with how much his children had grown and you two use to joke about the day Evelyn would stop calling him daddy and you mummy. You could see John had checked out and just wanted to get to the camping spot so you could all settle in and he could sulk.

“See what you did. Now dad’s upset.” Jj whispered to his sister.

“He started it.” Evelyn shot back. You quickly grabbed Evelyn by the shoulder and pulled her to turn and look at you. Jj was standing there waiting to hear his sister get in trouble.

“Go walk with your dad.” You sent Jj up the path and he was quick to listen. Jogging to go catch up with John who wasn’t slowing down. Jj grabbed Lily by her under arms and swung her around in a circle and set her back down. The toddler laughed uncontrollably and started to chant ‘again, again’

“I expect you to apologize to your dad. It’s not okay to say mean things just because you’re upset.” You informed your daughter who had a similar mean scowl on her face. She opened her mouth and you knew she was about to be fresh so you cut her off.

“I mean it. I can make this trip a whole lot worse.” It was an empty threat but Evelyn didn’t know that. She just huffed and got an even meaner look on her face.

“I hate you.” She mumbled and stormed away. You couldn’t help how your jaw dropped. Your little girl had never said she hated you before and it stung. A flash of rage ran through your body. Evelyn had ignored all your attempts to guide her to make the right choice. The disrespect had you reaching your boiling point.

“That’s it. You’re grounded!” Your words had John, Jj, and Evelyn freezing.

John turned to see you red in the face. It was as if the rage and anger you felt was radiating off of you. If it was possible the falling autumn leaves would have caught fire if they landed on you. John glanced at his oldest daughter who was staring at him with wide eyes and her bottom lip quivering. John could see she was about to burst into tears being reprimanded by you. She wasn’t sorry she was only upset for getting in trouble.

“Woah, mum never grounds us.” Jj whispered to himself and John nodded in agreement. They hadn’t heard what Evelyn said to you but clearly it was enough for you to put your foot down.

“Please don’t ground me, mummy.” Evelyn turned and sniffled the words out. The water works weren’t going to work on you.

“There’s consequences for the things you say.” You told your daughter deciding that would be the last of you scolding her for the moment.

You had lost all your patience and walked right by her to join your son, husband, and Lily who was now holding a rock she had just picked up. She was tugging on Johns jeans trying to show him this ordinary rock. Evelyn was quick to follow you sniffling and rubbing the tears from her eyes. You let her hold your hand but you couldn’t get yourself to look at her or comfort her at the moment. She needed to learn that saying things like that hurts people and she couldn’t go spouting off whatever mean thing she felt like saying.

“Only you could manage getting grounded in the middle of the woods. What’d you say?” Jj asked as the five of you continued the hike to the camping spot John had in mind. Lily was running ahead and you watched John chase after her before she fell and smacked herself in the face with the rock she wouldn’t give up.

“Mind your business.” Evelyn sniffled out. She cried lightly next to you and John shot you a worried and confused look as he dragged Lily back. He wasn’t sure what the little girl could have said to send you over the edge but it must have been hurtful.

“You okay, darling?” John asked. Glancing down at his oldest daughter who was avoiding his gaze. You waved him over and plucked the small yellow leaf off of his hat.

“No.” You said shortly. You and John exchanged a look and he knew you would fill him in once things had settled a bit.

“Whoa, look at that pond! Dad can we fish when the tents are set up?” Jj hollered and then took off running.

It was picturesque scene that encapsulated autumn. There was a large half moon cut out of trees that stretched about 50 yards in front of the pond. You instantly realized this was the camping spot John’s own father use to bring them to and it was still undisturbed by anyone outside the Price family. The shore of the pond was sandy with large rocks peaking out. The ground was even around the where the campfire should go meaning you I’d sleep easy. Birds chirped in the distant woods and the breeze rippled over the water that reflected the clouds above.

“Look, at pond! Fish!” Lily shrieked mimicking her brother. Jj stopped short and then jogged back to take Lily’s hand. The two made their way about thirty yards towards the pond at Lily’s pace of running.

John smiled to himself seeing his boy being such a good big brother. Taking out his phone he snapped a few pictures then as a joke turned the camera around and took a selfie of the three of you. You smiled and threw up a peace sign, only half of John’s face was in it and you could see he was concentrating on taking the photo. Evelyn stared at the camera with a mean look and her tongue sticking out.

“Ah, a beauty we’ll frame it.” John joked at the slightly blurry picture with you being the only one smiling.

“John, that’s a horrible picture. Let me try.” You were laughing now, leaving your bad mood behind. Taking his phone you snapped a few selfies of you and John. The first two were sweet and just of you two smiling. The last one was your face scrunched in laughter as John forcefully kissed your cheek out of nowhere. His arm wrapping around your waist so you couldn’t run away.

Evelyn had rolled her eyes at you two having fun and went over to where an old fire pit had been dug out in the ground. It had rocks of all shapes and sizes around it and there were even logs adjacent to it for sitting. Evelyn couldn’t help the tiny smile that came to her face. This would make for prime marshmallow roasting. Looking up the eight year old watched as Jj chased their baby sister who was laughing hysterically and making her way to Evelyn.

“Gonna get Evie!” Lily bellowed. Setting down her back pack Evelyn let her little sister chase her. A game of tag breaking out. Jj and Evelyn chased each other quickly but still involved Lily and slowed it down for her when she was it. Molly was running around and herding Lily, keeping her from going near the water or wandering off.

“They’re both so good with Lily.” You breathed out into the crisp air. John wrapped his arm around your shoulder and then placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“How do you ground a kid on a camping trip? What’d she even say?” John asked back to back question. With a deep sigh you began to chuckle a bit.

“She told me she hates me.” It still stung a bit but you knew your daughter didn’t mean it. It was empty words she didn’t quite understand but still she knew better.

“Hates you? Our little mamas girl could never. Now how the hell do we ground her?” John chuckled at the absurd information. He would never let Evelyn know he found it ridiculous enough it made him laugh. The plan was to be stern with her and set clear boundaries. He was still upset with her after all.

“No sweets?” You asked a bit unsure if that was enough.

“And early bedtime.” John tacked on.

“I know you’re going to take us to that fair tomorrow evening. Do I stay back with her?” You asked watching your husband sigh out a bit annoyed you had figured out his surprise.

“How’d you- you know it doesn’t matter. It’s scary how you know everything. I think if she shapes up by then it’ll be fine.” John squeezed you closer to him, his burly arm comfortably resting on your shoulders.

“What are we going to do with her John?” It was a question you two had been asking yourselves a lot recently.

“We could give her back.” It was a light hearted joke that had you laughing. John was chuckling to him self.

“Nah, I think we’ll keep her. She’s too cute. And when she’s not mad she’s pretty sweet and funny.” You and John both nodded in agreement at your words. Chalking this up to growing pains and your daughter learning empathy.

“You know, I don’t hate you.” Looking down at you John loved to see a bright smile on your face as you continued to watch your children run around having fun. Looking up you stood on your toes and John met you half way. Placing a sweet and loving kiss to your soft lips.

“Pretty sure you hated me when I stopped blowing you this morning.” The risqué joke had your husbands eyebrows raising and a dark mischievous look casting over him. He let out an almost evil chuckle that had you wondering what was on his mind.

“You’ll make it up to me. You always do.” John purred. His large calloused hand grabbing a handful of your ass.

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It had gotten dark and you were all gathered around the campfire having just finished dinner. Evelyn had told you how sorry she was for hurting your feelings while John and Jj fished. She told you she didn’t know why she said it but would do better to not say something like that again. It was easy to forgive her but the grounding still stood and she understood why.

John and Jj had caught two fish each which they ended up eating and so did Lily. You and Evelyn turned your noses up at the food and ate a can of pork and beans you’d packed with some bread and a bowl of fruit. It was not much of an upgrade but you’d hated eating fish John caught since your first pregnancy.

“Wow, Jj that marshmallows looks really good.” Evelyn was practically drooling over the sugary sweet. Watching as her brother blew out the flame that had caught the white fluffy dessert..

“Too bad.” Jj mocked making his sister face turn down into a frown. Her blue eyes flickered with the flame of the camp fire. That normal confidence she had faltering.

“Oi, be nice. Your sisters being a good sport about being grounded.” John was quick to jump in. Evelyn’s head shot up as she stared at her father wide eyed. This was the first time in hours John had spared her a second glance.

“Does that mean I can-“

“No.” John shot down her request before it was even fully out of her mouth. Nudging John with your elbow you gave him a disappointed look. You weren’t even sure what Evelyn was going to ask, so to shoot her down so quickly felt cruel.

“Lighten up.” You whispered to your husband.

John and Evelyn had both decided to pretend the other didn’t exist. Evelyn was avoiding the lecture her father was bound to give her and John was trying to enjoy the day. Knowing he might fly off the handle if Evelyn sassed him in the slightest way. She did attempt to say sorry earlier but John wasn’t in a place he could listen.

“Why? Apparently she hates you.” John grumbled.

You watched Evelyn’s face drop and she hung her head and avoided everyone’s eyes. It was humiliating for the young girl to have her bad behavior said allowed when you had made sure to keep it private for her. It was important to you that you didn’t shame your children into acting better it wasn’t a parenting style you were fond of.

“You told mum you hate her?” Jj turned so fast he dropped his marshmallow on the ground. Molly the family dog was quick to snatch it up.

“John.” You scolded him for purposefully embarrassing your daughter. He shrugged you off and continued to roast his own marshmallow that would end up going to Lily and her sticky fingers.

“My tummy hurts I’m gonna lay down.” Evelyn shuffled to the tent she was sharing with Jj. You called after her but she pretend like she didn’t hear you.

“No, Evie. NOOO.” Lily was screeching like she’d just been stabbed. Jj covered his ears and you and John flinched at the tantrum that was about to take center stage.

“No, no, no!” Lily was now screaming at the top of her lungs and flailing in your arms. You stood with her as she threw elbows and kicked with all her strength. One blow caught you on the jaw.

“Go make things right with your daughter.” You hissed at John.

“Darling, I didn’t d-“

“Or do you want the screaming toddler?” You snapped and John quickly got up and made his way to the tent. No way in hell was he about to deal with the tantruming Lily. She was just as strong willed and would fight tooth and nail to not be put down. You made your way to your own tent that was on the opposite side of the fire about ten yards away from the other one. You were going to get Lily down for bed if it killed you and knowing her it just might.

“Evie?” John asked as he unzipped the tent flap and peaked his head in.

“Why are you being so mean to me? I said I was sorry.” Evelyn snapped. She was sitting on her sleeping bag with her book sitting in her lap and stuffed octopus hugged to her chest.

“I’m not being mean.” John groaned out. It was exhausting for him to be dealing with the constant flux of emotions. Couldn’t the man just get some peace and quiet with his family and not have to constantly be doing damage control?

“Yes you are. You’ve been ignoring me this whole time and I apologized to mummy. I said I was sorry to you but you walked by like I was invisible!” Evelyn sat up straighter as she shouted the last sentence. Then immediately whispering out a ‘sorry’ because she had just shouted at her father.

“Come here. Let’s go for a walk.” The mean look on John’s face didn’t make Evelyn want to do anything with him. It was taking all of Johns self control not lose his temper. Being pushed and pushed was not something John would ever grow accustom to.

“I don’t want to go for a walk with you.” The response was just as bratty as her former comment.

“Evie, please I’m trying my best here.” John was at a loss. His patience thin and willing himself not to yell at an eight year old.

“No, just go. You always have more fun with Jj anyway.” Crossing her arms over her chest Evelyn cast her eyes down. John was visibly taken aback by the comment. He thought she was about to call him ‘dad’ again just to get under his skin.

“Now where’s that coming from?” Lowering his head John tried to get a read on the very upset little girl. Raising her head John watched as her face turned red and tears welled in her eyes.

“You always tell him how much you like him while you call me a ‘trouble maker.’ You take him fishing and hunting while I get left at home. You two stay up late and watch scary movies and don’t invite me, you even took him to get ice cream when he punched Lucas in the face. If I punched Lucas in the face I’d be grounded until I was an old lady! I get it, you like him more! Now leave me alone.” Through the word vomit Evelyn continued to wipe tears from her eyes but never actually cried. By the end of her rant she turned her back, laid down, and pulled her sleeping bag over herself. Clutching her stuffed octopus to her chest she curled into a ball and begged herself not to cry until her dad was gone.

John was too stunned to speak. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts. The words stung and John knew what she was feeling. Then it all started to make sense. Being the middle child was never easy and also being a handful didn’t help her case. John was realizing he hadn’t taken as much time and care as he should have with his daughter. Having been focusing on father son bonding he forgot his oldest daughter might have wanted to be included or just have some one on one time.

John never suffered the middle child syndrome because he was the youngest boy and his mother doted on him. He did watch his brother Grayson get forgotten or left out by accident. John wondered in that moment the advice his older brother would give him. So he tried to do what he thought would be best, after all, he couldn’t let his little girl lay there feeling forgotten or less than.

“Evelyn, I love you. If you give your old man a chance I’d like to tell you all about the things I like about you. Spend some time just you and me.” John waited, only to see his daughter wasn’t going to budge. So he stood, leaving the tent flap open and used one of his oldest tricks in the book. It didn’t matter the cost, he was going to get that girl out of her tent and by his side so he could set the record straight.

“Well, I guess I’m going to have to set these fire works off by myself.” John put his finger over his lips to keep Jj from saying anything as he watched the boys eyes go wide. Jj nodded in understanding, having heard the exchange. There was a beat before another voice was heard.

“There’s fireworks?” The sound of Evelyn’s voice was bashful and soft as John listened to the rustling in her tent. Slowly she emerged with rosy cheeks and her stuffed octopus in hand.

“Yeah, will you help me set them up? Jj stay back in case your mum needs help.” John didn’t wait for an answer, he knew this offer was too good for his boisterous little girl to pass up on.

Peaking his head into your shared tent John chuckled seeing you asleep on top of his sleeping bag. You were sprawled out like a star fish and Lily was snoring as she laid on your chest. There were books strewn about, Lily’s favorite teddy bear in one of your hands, and her pacifier in the other. Instead of hugging her teddy bear Lily was holding the same rock she had found earlier and refused to give up. Clearly the toddler had worn you out. Quietly John grabbed the bag of fireworks and almost silently zipped the tent back up. You were going to kill him once he set them off and woke you both up but it was too late now.

“C’mon, this way.” Evelyn was standing awkwardly by her tent with her octopus in hand. She was quick to follow John as he made his way down to the shore of the pond. He squatted down rummaging through the bag and deciding on only using two or three and leave the big ones for tomorrow. Handing Evelyn the lighter they both silently started to set up the small cardboard structures. One was shaped like a house and the other two were little brown boxes with explosive warnings on them.

“Evie?” John asked still squatted in front of her. Looking up only a half a yard away Evelyn felt bashful. Her father was staring at her with soft eyes and it seemed like the anger from earlier had vanished.

“Yeah?” It came out as a whisper and Evelyn’s heart began to pound in her chest. She wasn’t sure why but the air started to feel electric.

“I’m sorry if you’ve felt like I prefer your brother. You’re all growing up so fast and I’m trying to be there for you three. I’ll do better and make sure to include you more.” John barely got his last sentence out before Evelyn threw herself into his arms.

“Thank you, daddy.” The words were muffled against John’s faded carhart jacket. He hugged his daughter tight and enjoyed this moment. It didn’t take many words to get through to her and John was thankful for that.

“Is that why you’ve been so upset lately?” John asked.

“Yeah. I hate that Jj’s easier for you to love. All I do is make you upset.” Evelyn had her chin resting on John’s chest as she stared up at him. Her words were like daggers to John’s heart. Taking Evelyn’s face in his palms their blue eyes connected in a serious stare.

“I love you with all my heart Evelyn Mae. You have never for a second been hard to love. Would a daddy daughter date help? We can start doing them more often.” John spoke truthfully and laid his feelings out for her.

“Yes! Please, please, please! I promise I’ll be nice and won’t say mean things. I’ll even try and stop getting into so much trouble.” Evelyn shot to her feet. Bouncing on her toes she rambled out her thoughts.

“All I ask is you be nice. Trouble seems to follow you.” John chuckled, taking his hand and cupping his daughter’s face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why.” Evelyn pressed her cheek into her father’s rough hand. She didn’t know why she always managed to get in trouble. It wasn’t on purpose some things were just too tempting or she had trouble controlling her big mouth.

“Your mums a trouble maker too. She can’t help herself sometimes and just winds up making trouble for herself. You might not see it but she drives me up a wall with the things she gets herself into.” It was one of your endearing qualities that also turned John’s hair grey.

Since the moment he met you trouble seemed to be waiting for you around most corners. Whether that be some asshole approaching you or a tempting game of poker. You found ways to hustle people out of money playing pool or knick a cool glass from a pub when the bartender wasn’t looking. John had seen and dealt with your antics long enough it was no surprise your daughter was just like you.

“What’s the last thing she got in trouble for?” Evelyn asked with a sly smile.

“She’s going to kill me for telling you this. But-“ John checked over his shoulder to make sure you weren’t in ear shot.

“The other night she baked that trey of brownies for us to all share and remember what she said?” John asked with a shit eating grin across his face.

“She burnt them.” Evelyn’s eyes narrowed, now becoming suspicious.

“Well, she sat her butt on the couch and ate the whole trey while we were all sleeping. I found her with chocolate on her face and she begged me not to tell because she knew you and Jj would be mad at her.” John chuckled out.

You looked so cute that night in his sweatshirt with a chocolate covered smile. You had poured yourself a glass of wine while you baked and ended up three glasses in and tipsy by the time you pulled the brownies out.

You told John in your slightly drunk state you couldn’t resist the fresh trey of baked goods. So John poured himself a large glass of whiskey and polished off the rest of the dessert with you on the couch. If John told the whole story you ended up getting him drunk off his ass and betting you could skip a rock farther than him. You two snuck down to the pond and skipped rocks ultimately winning and leaving the washing up to your husband in the morning.

“So you covered for her.” Evelyn concluded as if she had caught her father red handed.

“Don’t act like you and J don’t cover for each other too.” John laughed, puffs of white air filling the moon lit night.

“Fine. Mummy’s smart I would’ve done the same thing.” Evelyn looked impressed. John couldn’t help but feel weary of what Evelyn would manage to get herself into as she got older. Your father had shared some horror stories of the trouble you wound up in and John hoped he wouldn’t find himself in the same position.

“Well let’s light these suckers and run.” Evelyn squealed at John’s words. Flicking open the zippo lighter she quickly lit each fuse with no hesitation. John hated how his eight year old used the lighter with such ease like she’d practiced.

“RUN!” John shouted and they both did.

The loud whistle of the first fire work went off as it whizzed into the sky. It was followed by two more and then the sky burst to life in white and green lights. The loud pop of them going off as each cardboard box released four bursts. Jj was now by John’s side.

While John’s children watched the magical display above them John memorized there awe stricken faces being illuminated in different colored glows from the sparks above them. Wrapping his arm around both of them he brought them into either side of him and enjoyed the show. After a minute it had come to a silent halt and both children cheered and clapped.

“John, you’re seriously setting off fireworks while Lily was sleeping?” Your sweet voice cut through the smoke filled air. John turned to see you rubbing the sleep from your eyes and his two year old running towards him.

“Are you actually mad?” John asked seeing a smile on your face.

“No, I got some cute pictures of you three.” You raised your phone up and John couldn’t have felt happier that you had snapped a few photos so he would never forget this night.

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It was a twenty minute drive from the campsite to get to the fair John had gone to growing up. It had been ages since John and Evelyn had a daddy daughter date so that was going to happen tonight. The first hour John was going to take Evelyn around and then meet up with you, Jj, and Lily. Molly would follow Jj around.

The fair was an elaborate event. Fall decoration filled the expansive area. There were hay rides, a petting zoo, and to Evelyn’s delight a haunted house. You took Jj and Lily to the food section claiming you were just going to look around. John only rolled his eyes knowing you caught sight of something that had you salivating you needed then and there. You waved goodbye and then chased after your two year old who was running away from you with her rock still in hand.

“Okay where to first?” John asked, Evelyn was looking around frantically trying to decide.

“That.” Evelyn pointed to the section where the fair games were. She was pointing at the booth that sold tickets for the games. John took her small hand and lead her over there. John was ready to shell out all the cash in his wallet on tickets for the games. Anything to spoil his daughter and make her night something special.

The two started with ring toss and then played another where they had to throw a ball and smash glass bottles. John was far from good at the games and he could see his daughter eyeing the prizes. Evelyn didn’t seem discouraged going to the lucky duck game and not getting a single duck that would win even a crappy prize.

Taking a break from games Evelyn begged John to take her through the haunted house. John wasn’t sold on the idea but said yes anyway. After almost punching two actors in the face John realized he hated haunted houses. Not even thirty second in Evelyn was unmoving because she was so scared. John picked her up and carried her the rest of the way through. Once out and back into the crisp fall air they both agreed to not do that again.

“Cheer up, we’re still having fun. Right?” John was crouched in front of his daughter who looked like she was getting upset. Then her eyes lit up and John swore he saw the light bulb above her head buzz to life.

“Daddy, follow me! You’re gonna win me one of those big big prizes!” Evelyn was quick to take John’s much larger hand and practically drag him off somewhere. A bit confused John followed his daughter. Weaving through the crowd Evelyn stopped in front of one of the fair booths and stuck her arms out to the side as if she was presenting it to John.

“Ta-da!” Evelyn sang as John looked over what she had brought him to. It was one of those old shooting games where you shot targets with a pellet gun. John let out a small huff of a laugh and fished into his pocket for the last four tickets they had. The girl knew his strengths he couldn’t deny that.

“Which one do you want?” John asked as he pointed to the giant stuffed animals hanging above their heads. He wasn’t trying to be smug or over confident he just knew this was easy work.

“I want that giant hamster!” Evelyn was jumping up and down and pointing. It was a large stuffed hamster that was bigger than her.

“Slow your roll there. That’s going to take a perfect round kiddo.” The man who was taking John’s tickets laughed in the young girls face.

“Well my mummy said this guy right here has the best shot she’s ever seen!” Evelyn challenged. John only chuckled ignoring the exchange and picking up the shitty rifle and inspecting it.

“They just pop up?” John asked as he checked the ammunition in the gun.

“Yeah, you ready? Oi, Luke watch out this big tough guys an expert marksmen.” The man joked with cruelty. It was clear they all thought John was going to fail and didn’t realize he was in fact an expert marksmen. For John this was child’s play. It was as easy as winning a foot race against his toddler. John brought the pellet gun up to rest on his shoulder and looked down the barrel where the scope should be.

A loud ding sounded and small targets shot up from their hiding spots. John finally placed his finger on the trigger since he was still practicing proper gun safety and rattled off shots just as quickly as each target popped up. Hitting each and every one dead center.

More smaller ones began to pop up randomly and John shot them all down with ease. His feet stayed planted and the only portion of his body moving being his shoulders as he aimed to take down each target with the precision he had honed as a sniper in the military. He enjoyed the lack of kickback on the wooden rifle and the joyful screams his daughter let out watching him make this look like it was easy. It went quicker than anyone was expecting. A few passer bys had stopped to watch in awe at John’s quick display. Stepping back John admired his handiwork.

“Still want the hamster?” John placed the rifle down where it belonged and pointed up.

“THAT WAS SO COOL!” Evelyn shrieked. She was jumping up and down and giggling like a maniac.

“Told you so, told you so! Hamster, please!” Evelyn stuck her tongue out at the man who had doubted her father. With a chuckle the man took the long metal stick he had and brought down the giant stuffed animal.

“You military?” The guy asked as he handed over the hamster and gave it to the ponytailed girl.

“Yeah, SAS.” John nodded his stoic demeanor in full affect.

“Thanks for your service.” In that moment the mocking nature of the man disappeared and John shook his hand firmly. With a simple nod John turned back to his daughter who was struggling to hold the giant stuffed animal on her own. She was stumbling back slightly and using all her strength to keep the plush stuffed animal from touching the dirty ground.

“Daddy, can you hold this?” John couldn’t even see her as she struggled to get the words out. Her voice strained from effort and slightly out of breath.

“The things bigger than you.” John laughed as he took the giant hamster from Evelyn. Taking it and holding it under his left arm.

“His names Gary. Can I take pictures with it in the Photo Booth?” Evelyn began to jump up and down again. She was radiating excitement. John chuckled at the name she chose.

“Sure but let’s go find your mum first.” John smiled down and laughed at bit at his daughters huge smile. Evelyn waved her hand for John to bend down so she could tell him a secret. Placing a hand over John’s ear Evelyn whispered to him.

“I love you, daddy.” Pulling back slightly she placed a sweet kiss to his cheek. John was quick to return the kiss to the top of her head the biggest smile taking over his muttonchops.

“Love you too, bug.” John was beaming. His pride was soaring higher than the tree tops at how much Evelyn had come around compared to the start of this trip.

“What trouble do you think mummy got into?” Evelyn asked in a teasing tone. John’s smile faltered as he contemplated his daughter’s words. Looking around at the fair ground John sighed. There were so many options as to what antics you could have gotten up to. Hopefully your two children being around kept you from getting to out of hand.

“There she is!” Evelyn pointed and was laughing hysterically. Once again the little girl was bouncing from foot to foot.

John’s jaw dropped seeing you, Lily, and Jj. You all had your faces painted. Jj had his whole face covered to look like Frankenstein while you looked like a skeleton. What caught John most off guard was his two year old who looked like Penny Wise from ‘IT’. That wasn’t even the worst part as the three of you bustled over to John.

“Mum won me a life size stuffed banana!” Jj held up the yellow monstrosity that was practically the size of you and dwarfed the 10 year old. All John could think was how the hell he was going to fit both these giant stuffed animals in his truck. Then he looked at Lily’s face and the thought left his mind.

“Why does my baby look so terrifying?” John picked Lily up and inspected the face paint. She still had that damn rock in her hand from yesterday and showed it off like it was a new toy.

“She picked all of ours out and I couldn’t get myself to say no.” You were laughing so hard you were now bent over. John could see you had so much fun running around and acting like a kid yourself. But he couldn’t look at his youngest the same when she looked like a murderous clown that belonged in the sewers.

“Always a trouble maker.” John laughed and pulled you into his chest.

“You knew that when you married me.” You grinned up and attempted to place a kiss to his lips. John dodged your painted face which resulted in you chasing after him; your two year old laughing as she was whisked away.

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[celestialship]

Boosting Morale

Megan Lea and Cole Cassidy get their oddest Blackwatch mission yet: baking Christmas cookies.

word count: 1,291

content warning: christmas mentioned (although this focuses more on just baking cookies), light swearing, smoking

When they said Blackwatch needed a “morale boost,” Megan Lea’s first thought was that it was code for “this team needs extensive therapy.” It was hard to hear a sentiment that was equivalent to “you all need to be happier” without thinking of the fact that the Blackwatch team consisted of a cyborg whose human body had been torn apart, a geneticist with a serious lack of empathy for other living beings, and…whatever Gabriel Reyes had going on. But where Megan saw a solution as “hiring a psychologist to evaluate this team’s needs,” Blackwatch saw a solution as “let’s have a Christmas party.”

Megan Lea got stuck on baking duty. And Cole Cassidy was assigned with her.

It was hard to consider it a “morale boost” when it just meant extra work. Extra work pertaining to the actual job description Megan had as “Blackout” in Blackwatch as their sniper would have been no problem. But after years of living and breathing Overwatch’s covert ops division, it felt like the worst ever case of whiplash to now be getting orders to bake cookies. On the bright side though, they were not required to be in uniform for cookie baking. Megan wore her hair up in space buns to get it out of her face, and threw on a hoodie and some comfortable sweatpants, something she rarely got to wear. Cassidy meanwhile decided to wear a flannel and jeans. Even without him wearing the hat to indicate so, it was easy to tell that he was a cowboy.

“So it looks like we need two eggs…do we even have two eggs left?” Cassidy muttered, half to himself and half to Megan as the two stood in the kitchen, standing at the counter with bowls and mixers at the ready. Megan eyed Cassidy as she noticed he still had a cigar in his mouth.

“Cassidy, throw that thing out. Don’t smoke in the kitchen, that’s disgusting.” Megan wrinkled her nose as she turned to the refrigerator to rummage around for eggs. Considering this was the shared kitchen, she wouldn’t count out Cassidy’s speculation that there may not be enough eggs.

“What? It adds flavor,” Cassidy protested, but Megan could see him putting out the cigar as she glanced out of the corner of her eye.

“We do have eggs. Three, actually,” Megan announced as they found the eggs in a small carton stacked atop the various leftovers that had been in the fridge for an unknown amount of time.

“Nice work. Now, we just need a stick of butter…”

“We have like, half of one.”

“It’ll work.”

Megan and Cassidy went back and forth, naming off ingredients and taking turns grabbing them from various spots in the kitchen, preparing their space as they set the ingredients down. “So…you bake often?” Cassidy asked as the two reconvened at the counter.

Megan stared at him blankly. “Uh…not really.”

“…Me neither.” Cassidy chuckled awkwardly. Megan supposed that given the amount of time they spent talking one-on-one strictly related to work, it was an awkward position they found themselves in. Doing something more domestic like baking together felt very out of place for the both of them. It was not often Megan and Cassidy found themselves in a situation where lives were not on the line. It was almost inconceivable that Megan could be interacting with Cassidy in a scenario in which she did not have to focus on her heart rate and her breathing.

“No time like the present,” Megan offered, unsure of what else to say. “I mean, I’ve baked cookies before. Just not for a long time. You know how work swallows your life.”

Cassidy sighed. “Don’t I know it.”

“I’ve hardly even had time to do any reading ever since I joined up.” Megan cracked the eggs open over the measuring bowl and began to whisk the yolks.

“A reader, huh?”

“Well, not much anymore. But I was starting to get into horror books before life got too busy.” Megan looked down at the yolks she was whisking as she spoke.

“I like a good ol’ mystery novel. Can’t go wrong with those.” Megan looked over at Cassidy and saw him give one of his signature crooked smiles. “I ain’t never been much into horror.”

“It’s an interesting genre.” Again, that feeling of awkwardness still persisted within Megan, causing heat to rise in her body. It almost felt wrong to be having casual conversation with Cassidy like this. She was beginning to consider bringing up the last mission they went on together to make things feel more natural.

“I’d take some recommendations.”

Shit. He wanted to continue with this subject. “Uh…damn, I’m trying to remember any of the titles now,” Megan laughed, a bit nervously but she hoped it didn’t appear that way. “There was this one about the colony on Mars…and you’d think the horror would be about aliens, but it was more so about what the human mind can create to scare itself when facing the unknown.”

“Oh yeah?”

Megan put the butter in the microwave and set it for 30 seconds to melt. “I mean, it makes sense, right? Our imaginations can come up with far scarier things than whatever reality is. Hell, even just the aspect of not knowing what you’re facing can be scarier than whatever it actually is.”

“Tell me more.”

“Well, if I said that there was a monster around the corner…” Megan leaned on the counter as she spoke, waiting for the microwave to finish. “…And I described it to you, you might be like, ‘well that’s not so scary. I can handle that.’ But if I didn’t, your mind might run with the possibilities, and become more anxious of what could be around the corner.”

“I suppose so,” Cassidy chuckled. “Never thought of it that way.”

The microwave finished and Megan took the bowl of melted butter to add to the egg yolks. Next she scooped out some brown sugar to add to the mix. “So imagine that, but amplified, because you’re on another planet.”

“I bet.”

The tone of Cassidy’s last words made Megan whip around to face him, narrowing her eyes. Noticing that she was going to scoop out some white sugar, she stopped in her tracks. “You’re just trying to get me talking so I go on autopilot and do all the work.”

Cassidy laughed and put his hands up in defense. “What? ‘Course not, Blackout. I got way too much respect for ya than to pull something like that.”

“Oh yeah? Then go get the vanilla extract and baking soda and begin measuring that out.”

“But then I’ll miss out on hearing you talk. And I like hearing you talk about things that aren’t work-related.”

Megan scoffed and turned back around to the sugar they were scooping. “You can multitask.”

“Don’t get mad at me just ‘cause I wanna give you my undivided attention now,” Cassidy chuckled. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the fact that I’m actually gettin’ to know ya right now.”

“Just because I talked about a horror book doesn’t mean you’re getting to know me,” Megan retorted, sounding a bit more defensive than she intended. She felt like a house cat bristling its fur.

“My apologies. I suppose we should work on getting to a first-name basis first. But to your request, alright, I’ll work on those…vanilla and soda things you asked for.”

“Vanilla extract and baking soda.”

“That.” Cassidy began rifling through the cabinets as Megan turned on the mixer to blend the ingredients she had. She supposed this experience was not too much different from her day-to-day work, because she found herself focusing on her heart rate and her breathing once again here in this kitchen with Cole Cassidy.

[onewholesnarkystark]

Me talking to a friend about Feral Flannel Fall: y'know this air...these flannels...this whole...Wolverine thing...it makes me...nostalgic...makes me wanna see how [the one man I've pined for in recent memory, just the one, perfect nerd, cute specimen, weirdly unattainable like we both live in separate worlds. Such a great concept of a man] is doing

Friend: No. No you don't. You don't wonder that. No.

Me: but...he wore flannels and...had the most Logan energy I've ever seen and...he just kinda dropped off the face of the earth after I last got drunk and maybe threw up on his shoes I think I don't remember...

Friend: no. You. Do. Not. You shouldn't reach out. Ha ha. Don't do it. In fact, promise me you won't do it. It's not worth it.

Me: is he 40 and still in his uncommitted slut phase?

Friend: yeah. And he always will be. Yeah...

Me: I...don't think he knows I changed my number and that was actually an accident I genuinely meant to reach out and-

Friend: Let's. Keep it that way. He's not worth it. Just. No. Please don't.

Mkay but like...but like. But like. Yeah he's probably 40 and being passed around like a blunt at a frathouse, friend was genuinely like not worth it not in a omg I'm jealous way but in an im trying to shield you from something way. Is he...like married now? Bc honestly good for him but he always absolutely fell for brunette/ dirty blonde social workers who genuinely believed they could fix him and given it's a small social worker scene in this town I can probably pin down the unlucky gal. (Nobody can fix him that's part of his je ne sais quoi) or like. Was it me bc yes it was but I do therapy now and am slightly less emotionally constipated and I could probably ask him out on a date or whatever normal ppl do.

Or...is he genuinely unchanged? Bc...as alluring as a metalhead who's still in a preening slut phase well into his 30s at what has to be age 40 now seems on paper...I swear there's probably 0 emotional intelligence under all that Marvel knowledge and lore. Oh and he's a drummer too I forgot. Yeah that's still kinda cute tho...god he's probably having a ball with this particular Logan on the big screen now. I bet I could seduce him with my fake claws or whatever normal people do...

Anyway. I should at least ask him how his dog is doing.

Oh wait no this also reminded me of how when I worked at that same org, I started off at the thrift store and one of the managers and I would accidentally wear functionally the same outfits all fall. Skater or pop culture shirt, soft flannel, ironic hat, jeans or chinos, Vans. And it was always such a joy to show up accidentally dressed the same as a 6ft2 actual skateboard man who did skateboarding and could grind. But I just did it bc I looked cute. Anyway it absolutely pissed him off and got him to go on a "ugh you don't even skate you poser" rant no matter that we were both in our mid 20s then...I just looked so cute in that fit and it continues to be my fit of choice hence Feral Flannel Fall.

I hope that man is doing ok. Good times.

[bellarkeselection]

Burning Desire for a Dutton

Request from Wattpad VOIDRANBOO - Reader is Rip’s best friend and is a secret relationship with Kayce. Beth helps get them together but they are both worried of how Rip will react

Kayce’s horse halted outside the barn with me waiting inside the barn doorway. I was wearing one of his black cowboy hat, a light blue flannel shirt, some ripped blue jeans and some dusty boots. He dismounted his horse coming over to me wrapping his arms around my waist hugging me. “Morning darling, I’ll grab the gear really quick and then we can go.”

“Yeah that works. I’ll go tell Beth so she doesn’t freak out where we are.” Breaking the hug I headed towards the main house heading up the stairs. Entering the living room seeing her sitting on the couch with a cocktail.

She sat it down tapping her fingers against the glass. “How long are you two going to hide around this place. I mean it took almost two years before I finally got you two to get together.”

“He was married for a year, Beth. Honestly I still feel guilty sometimes that I broke them up.” Shrugging my shoulders I wrapped my arms around myself.

She scoffed sipping from her glass. “Yeah but Monica just couldn’t handle dealing with our family. But you can so that means you are meant to be in this family.”

Moving to sit beside her on the couch I tucked hair behind my ear. “I wish it was that simple, Beth. Even though Kayce and I are sneaking around like this, it doesn’t mean I like it. It’s only a matter of time before Rip finds out about us.”

“Look I’ll handle Rip if you want me to. Now go on and hang with your boyfriend.” She patted her hand on my back where I got to my feet leaving her alone going down to the barn.

Entering the barn I threw my saddle up onto the horse where it makes a noise. Kayce walked into the room with his own horse wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. Spinning around in his arms draping my arms around his neck grinning. “I’m sorry we’re having to hide this. I know that you want me to meet Tate someday. And to take me out on a date in public.”

“Hey, don’t worry Y/n. We can keep this a secret until you’re ready to tell him what is going on.” He declares leaning down kissing me slowly. Gripping his jacket in my fingers I deepened the kiss where my boots slide down when I leaned up on my toes.

Kayce and I had been hiding our relationship from Rip for almost two years. We were out at a bar drinking one night after he had a fight with Monica and it just somehow happened. I never intended to fall for the youngest Dutton but it happened regardless. He moved his right hand to my lower back he pressed me closer while his left hand before he pushed my back against the wooden stall. Running my fingers through his curly locks hearing him moan. “What the hell are you two doing!”

“Rip!” I shrieked gripping Kayce’s shirt turning as white as a ghost whipping my head around in that direction.

He was standing in the center of the doorway arms crossed over his chest slowly stomping up to me and the young Dutton. I gulped taking his hand in mine feeling nervous when he stopped in front of me. “Either you tell me what exactly is going on now or I’ll be kicking Kayce’s ass in a few hours!”

“Rip, before you think this isn’t a serious thing it is. I am not with her just to get back at Monica or something else crappy.” Kayce held up a hand trying to defend himself feeling nervous that he would get in trouble if he got into a fight with him.

Rip and I lived near each other and I was there the day he met John. I’ve been through everything with him and the Dutton’s. I owed them everything that they had given me even when I worked hard for it. He walked towards us pushing me away from him grabbing Kayce by his shirt getting in his face. “What made you think that you could just go and date my best friend. She isn’t a bunkhouse girl you can just knock up like you did that Indian girl.”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that.” Kayce held his hands up in surrender glancing in my direction.

Stepping towards them I didn’t want them to fight over me. “Rip, please let him go. He isn’t an asshole. We we’re just afraid to tell you because you would overreact like you are now. I just need you to trust me. I have never lied to you and I never will.” I begged him with some puppy dog eyes.

“Does anyone else know about this?” He asked shifting his gaze downward to me.

“I got them together, baby.” The three of us turned our heads back in the direction of the doorway. We caught sight of Beth stomping towards us placing her hand on his shoulder. “And do you want to know why. Because I have to listen to Y/n go on and on talking about how much she hated that it was taking forever for Kayce and Monica’s divorce to go through. I couldn’t stand it anymore so I sped up the process and then they just let their desire do the rest.”

“Bethany!” I grumbled running my hands through my hair.

She shrugs her shoulders not moving from her position. “I’m not wrong.”

Rip finally released his grip on Kayce dropping him onto the ground where I moved past him helping him to stand on his feet. He grunted leaning into my chest where he nodded at Rip. “I would never hurt her, Rip. If anything…I think I’m falling in love with her.”

“Awe I love you too, Kayce.” Grinning up at him I leaned up kissing him where it turned into a passionate kiss very quickly. He wrapped his arms around my waist never breaking the kiss even though the other two were standing right in front of us.

Beth nudged her lover. “See I told you. She can’t help her burning desire for a Dutton.”

“I suppose none of us can.” He wrapped his arm around her waist kissing he forehead.

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[skymaiden32]

A Late Birthday Party Is Not A Bad One

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or post new stories)

Virgil had thought helping Dr Peck find a cure for his daughter was the best birthday gift he could've gotten. He wasn't wrong, but he was about to get so much more…

Post TAG: S1E16 - Breakdown

Here is my little piece of writing for the birthday of our beloved chonk…

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Virgil groaned as he rose from blissful, temporary unconsciousness, although the smile from yesterday was still plastered all over his face. Just knowing that he had helped in the research that could help Dr. Peck find a cure for his daughter, and so many more like her who had almost lost hope, reminded him of just why he was still an operative of International Rescue. Even if he had missed his own birthday party, he had already gotten the best present possible.

Stretching out his arms and legs, Virgil dragged himself into his shower, shivering when the water came out cold. He waited for a few moments, only getting in when the temperature was just right, sighing in contentment. Once that was all said and done, he moved back into his bedroom and towards the dresser, applying a generous amount of gel into his hair. Right in the middle of his very arduous routine, a loud knock sounded from the other side of the door. He didn’t need to hear the voice to know who it was.

“What do you want, Gords?” He yelled in his brother's direction. He was not in the mood for being pranked today.

There was a giggle in Gordon’s voice. “Oh, I don’t want anything…”

The elder of the two scoffed. “Then why are you here?”

Virgil heard rather than saw his brother’s grin widen, if that were at all possible. “Scott’s called a family meeting in the lounge.” Gordon walked away, his voice growing slightly quieter. “He says be there in five minutes or he’ll come get you himself, no matter how ready you are…”

Virgil rolled his eyes; he was on his way there anyway. He just had to be a little quicker. So, he threw on his typical jeans and flannel shirt. A lot of people would question why he felt the need to wear flannel on a tropical island with no cold weather whatsoever, but not only did Virgil get very cold regardless of where he was, he was stubborn and the flannel was his favourite shirt, even after all this time.

He walked out of his room and into the corridor that lead to the lounge in the dead centre of the villa, raising an eyebrow at how dark it seemed to be. His whole family was likely in that room, and it was the middle of the day. So what gives? A little freaked out, he walked slowly, carefully, into the room, only to be met with…

“SURPRISE!” The lights immediately came back on, balloons and streamers were everywhere, and the sound of party favours came very audibly from Gordon and Alan’s direction. “Happy Birthday!” Virgil could’ve cried. Everyone was there, not just Scott, Gordon, Alan, Grandma, Kayo and Brains, but John had also managed to drag himself out of Thunderbird 5. Lady Penelope and Parker were also there, holding out a party hat and a party popper for him. He gladly took them both, basking in the joy he felt at having his birthday remembered, despite it being a little late. He just wanted to enjoy this.

The gifts from his family and friends were on the table, and although he was grateful and excited to see what he had gotten, he was sure they paled in comparison to the family that surrounded him, and the knowledge that what he did for a living was the right thing to do…

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Margarita from Him

Everything Changed At 21

Part 2

@bvbwestfall @abaker74

Tonight is finally here. My 21st birthday!! But that's not all I get to see Luke Bryan perform on the same night.

Wearing a black cowgirl hat on my head with one of his new shirts that were selling tonight. Some torn blue jeans shorts and my cowgirl boots my mom bought me. Walking up towards the stage my best friend and I paid a lot so we could stand in the pit right in front of the stage. We put our money together to get two tickets since I am trying to be a writer but I haven't made a bunch of money yet. "Y/n, look at the camera. This has to be recorded. We are officially here to see Luke on your 21st birthday!" My best friend Chloe holds up her phone recording me standing directly in front of the stage.

"Chloe no. Stop it. You don't have to record this." I try snatching her phone from her but she's taller than I am so she manages to keep it from me. She smirks turning around and snapping a picture of us together to post on Instagram later tonight. "You'll thank me for this later. Who knows maybe he will pull you up on stage during a song?" She teased where I shoved her feeling my face turning red a little. Chloe and I have been best friends since we were babies. Our moms were best friends so we were always close because of it. It was actually her who called me screaming in the middle of the night when the schedule announcement was posted.

Taking my cowgirl hat off my head I run a hand through my hair smiling at her. Everyone around us in the crowd started cheering when the whole stadium went black then the familiar country music tune could be heard through the speakers. Chloe and I wrapped our arms around each other squealing like five year olds seeing Luke coming out on stage singing Dirt Road Diary. He's wearing a flannel and his baseball cap on backwards. He throws his hands up turning the whole place dark then the lights come back on with him carrying a margarita in his freehand. I sucked in a breath when he bends down handing it to me. I take the glass from his hands blushing like a mad woman. Chloe was recording the whole thing beside me. "Happy birthday." He replied before I spun around seeing in her other hand was a sign she had hidden underneath her jacket saying it was my birthday and to give me a drink.

"Everybody here ain't from here. But we're here doin' our thing. Lettin' go a little, little by little. Sippin' on a frozen drink. Tiki bars tik'n, pourin' all weekend. Clouds ain't leakin' no rain. Two pieces shakin', white caps a-breakin'. We ain't feelin' no pain, it goes like. One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot. Don't worry 'bout tomorrow. Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock." Luke started singing One Margarita but I hold my mouth opened glaring at my friend's smirking face. "Suprise Y/n!" She jumped up and down as I slowly drank the alcohol in my hands blushing even worse than earlier. "I can't believe you did that and didn't tell me!" I fought back where she threw her arm over my shoulder just starting to dance to the music.

For the rest of the concert I held the glass in my right hand holding onto my best friend with my other arm. We cheered and sang every single song we knew by heart exactly. He decided to end the concert with one of my favorite songs. "The next Friday night. We were sittin' out under the stars. You should have seen her smile. When I broke out my guitar. She was like, "Oh my God, this is my song. I've been listenin' to the radio all night long. Sittin' 'round, waitin' for it to come on and here it is". She was like, "Come here boy, I wanna dance". 'Fore I said a word she was takin' my hand." Chloe and I started twirling the other out and back into the others arms not realizing that during that time Luke didn't take his eyes of you two dancing. "Spinnin' in the headlights she gave me a goodnight Kiss. And she said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again". And I said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again". Yeah, play it again, play it again, play it again. Somebody, play it again, play it again, play it again."

"Thank you so much Indiana. You've been a great audience tonight. We'll see you all next year!" Luke removed his ball cap throwing his arms up in the air. Chloe and I throw our hands up in the air before I down the last of the alcohol probably going to regret that choice in the morning. It took us an hour to get out of the stadium I walked over about to throw the glass away until Chloe grabbed my forearm seeing something. "Wait what's that on the bottom?" Lifting the glass up I gasped seeing a piece of paper stuck to it. Removing it I unfolding it to see a note with messy handwriting that has Luke's signature on it. "Here's my number if you want to see me again. I know I wanna see you - Luke." Chloe grabbed my shoulders squealing and shaking my shoulders. I felt my face turn as red as a tomato reading the note over and over on the drive home.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[forever-rogue]

Hot Chocolate Kisses

A/N: It’s nothing much, but it is something so tender and soft. I love Frankie and fluff! Why not have both? Tis a little thank/happy holiday gift from me to you. Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: pregnant reader, references to sex, sweet sweet fluff!

FRANKIE MORALES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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"Good morning," the sound of his soft voice accompanied by the feel of his arms around your midsection was enough to make your heart flutter. He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder before resting his head there and humming in content, "how are you, honey bee?"

"Good morning, mi amor," you replied softly, taking one of his hands that had been resting on the gentle swell of your belly and bringing to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, "I'm perfect. What about you, Frankie? Did you rest well?"

"Like a dream," he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before reluctantly letting go and moving towards the coffee pot. Once he poured a cup and made it to his liking, he came over, and followed your line of sight out into the yard.

There was nothing but mountains of glittering snow coating the entire neighborhood as far as the eye could see. Small children were already playing outside, all bundled up in thick snow jackets and woolen hats, while dogs ran around their yards barking and biting at soft, fat flakes that were gently drifting down from the heavens.

"Record snowfalls," you looked at him with excited eyes, "which means we are snowed in and work is canceled. Do I even try to pretend to be upset?"

"Hell no," his smile was infectious as his singular dimple appeared and his soft eyes crinkled in the corners the way you adored, "I get to spend the say being lazy at home with my girl? I'm not going to argue with that."

"You know what today calls for," your eyes were wide and bright as the two of you knew exactly what a snow day meant. You'd come up with your own little traditions a long time ago and always pulled them out on days like this.

"You just want an excuse for hot chocolate!" Frankie's tone was lovingly accusing as he crossed his arms over his chest as he took a sip from his mug.

"No!" you insisted firmly, offering him a small little pout, "your daughter is craving some. Ever since you knocked me up that's all I've been wanting! And I don't need any excuse for hot chocolate. Hot chocolate isn't a crime!"

"First of all, this -" he pointed tenderly to the small bump just visible under your sweater, "was a team effort. Secondly, you've always loved my hot chocolate, long before any of this. She had nothing to do with this!”

"Obviously," you stuck your tongue out at him, "but you make it all fancy and gourmet. How can I say no? She's not helping though! I swear it's a craving."

“Your mamá is already using you as an excuse,” he laughed as he rested his hand on your belly. You instantly felt her move and flutter under his touch; she always seemed to be more active when he was around. Even though you were trying to have a seriously teasing conversation, the moment was enough to make your heart melt, “can you believe it, mija? She just doesn’t want to admit she’s addicted to the world’s best hot chocolate.”

“I can quit it any time I want,” you snorted with laughter at his silly antics, “I just choose not to. Now, don’t deny your pregnant wife what she wants!”

“What does she want?” there was a wicked little glint in his eye as you raised a brow at him.

“Well for starters,” you pointed at the cabinet, “some hot chocolate later. But how about breakfast for now? And a warm bath after that? I swear I’m getting as bad as you old man, my back is killing me.”

“Hey now,” he warned with a small boop to your nose, “you’re getting awfully cheeky for someone who wants my hot chocolate. You’re on very thin ice, honey bee.”

“You know I’m only kidding, Francisco,” you gave him a quick kiss as you went to the refrigerator to start gathering ingredients for breakfast, “besides, you’re my favorite DILF.”

“Oh no,” his laughter was a loud, beautiful thing as it sounded throughout the kitchen. You turned to him and shot him a cheeky little wink, “not you too! Everyone’s calling me that lately, I swear.”

“They can look but they can’t touch. I mean, have you seen yourself Frankie? You’re handsome as hell, you’re amazing, wonderful, kind. Everything,” you insisted as you rejoined his side, You could already see the light flush of color in his cheeks as he relished your words, “and you’re all mine. Besides, I’m half the reason you’re a DILF. Where is my recognition in all of this?”

“I love you, honey bee,” he stared at you in awe for a moment before turning so he could kiss you properly. It took you by surprise but it took even less to respond back; kissing him was such saccharine bliss, “you are everything to me.”

“Good,” you beamed at him, “now let’s get this ultimate lazy day started!”

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“Those might have been our best pancakes ever,” you wolfed down the last syrupy bite before pushing away your empty plate, “I feel as stuffed as a damn turkey.”

“You’re the most beautiful and radiant turkey I have ever laid eyes on,” he joked as you lovingly groaned at his silly words, “I’ll clean up and you can start the bath. Plan?”

“Plan,” you agreed as you slid off the bar stool and started padding towards the kitchen. As Frankie busied himself with gathering up the empty dishes, you turned around and watched him for a moment, nothing but a gentle warmth radiating throughout your body, “Frankie? You’re going to join me, right?”

He turned to you and offered you his megawatt smile as he slowly nodded, a rogue curl bouncing around and falling onto his forehead. Gods, he was so effortlessly handsome and sweet. You couldn’t stop yourself from rushing over to him, delicately grabbing his face as you pressed a kiss to his lips, still tasting the faint sweetness of the syrup, “what was that for?”

“Nothing,” you grinned breathlessly, “I just love you is all.”

“Oh,” a flush of pink tinged his cheeks as he brought his hands to your face, delicately tracing over your features before pressing the softest kiss to your lips, “I love you too.”

“I know,” you beamed, “now hurry up so we can take a bath!”

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You were humming under your breath, sitting at the edge of the large tub as you watched it fill up with warm water. There weren’t very many requirements you had when the two of you had been house hunting before deciding to expand your family - but a large bathtub was one of them. Moments like this made you glad for it; you loved being able to slip into the tub, often dragging along Frankie with you, not that he had any complaints of course. It was perfect for the two of you, and now that you seemed to be growing by the day, it was even better. 

Pulling your favorite bottle of bubble bath off the shelf, you poured some in, inhaling deeply at the relaxing scent. All the stress and worries you had were already dissolving away with each passing second. Once you were satisfied with the copious amounts of soft bubbles, you threw in some Epsom salt for good measure, hoping it would help your aching body. Deciding to make it even more festive, you grabbed the speaker from your bedroom, and turned it on, opting to play some soft Christmas music in the background. It wasn’t like you were going to be paying much attention to it anyway; your conversations with Frankie always seemed endless, no matter how long the two of you had been together. 

“Close your eyes,” Frankie came into the bathroom just as you were finishing getting everything ready. You closed your eyes, making a show of putting your hands over your eyes as you heard him shuffling in, “okay, pick a hand - left or right.”

“Hmmm…” you mused for a moment, “how about left?”

“Lucky guess,” he chuckled as he pulled your hands from your eyes. A little grin spread across your features when you saw what he was holding in his hands, “surprise!”

“Frankie,” his name was but a mere soft sigh as you reached for the soft, cozy pajamas he was holding out to you. You could spy a matching pair for him on the counter, your heart fluttering in delight. It had become a sort of little tradition for the two of you to get new matching holiday pajamas every year. It was just some silly thing, but it still meant the world to you, “I love them. Thank you so much - you remembered.”

“Of course,” he held out his hands to you, slowly hoisting you to your feet, “I wouldn’t ever forget.”

He slowly reached for the hem of your sweater, gently pulling up and over your head and outstretched arms before tossing it on the floor. He followed suit with your bra, unclasping it before letting it join your sweater and doing the same to your leggings and underwear. It was such a small intimate thing, the way his eyes looked over you was nothing short of adoration and reverence. 

“Your turn,” you whispered before starting to unbutton his flannel, taking your time to undo it one by one. Shrugging it off his shoulders, you pressed a few kisses to the soft, golden skin of his shoulder before moving onto his jeans, wicking them down his legs along with his boxers. He made a small sound in his throat before stepping out of his jeans and pulling you into his arms. The gentle coolness of his wedding band on your back was wonderful; a delicate reminder of just how much he loved you.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as he trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, a hand running down your side as he rested it on your waist, taking solace in the gentle swell of your belly. He still couldn’t believe your daughter - his daughter, one that came as a small surprise and blessing was in there. One he had never known he wanted so much until you told him you were pregnant and he broke down crying, as emotional as you were. You, the two of you, were everything for him. 

“Hmm,” you mused, “you’re not so bad yourself. I guess we both got pretty lucky, huh? I love you so much, Francisco. More than you will ever know.” 

He looked back at you with those brown eyes you adored so much, and you could see that they were glossy, close to spilling over with tears. You reached up and touched his cheek before brushing away a stray curl. 

“Come on,” he held your hand as you motioned towards the tub. He got in first, settling down before holding his arms out to you. Carefully, you settled in next to him surprising him for a moment as you occupied the other side. Before he could say anything, you gathered up a handful of bubbles, and blew them at him, watching as they stuck in his dark mop of hair, “playing dirty are we?”

“Maybe,” you splashed him with the warm water, “you have to play nice, I’m pregnant!”

“You started it!” he splashed you back as you squealed in delight, “don’t start what you can’t finish!”

“Oh, it’s on! It’s so on,” you laughed as you tried to move the bubbles closer to your half of the tub, “you’re going down!”

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“Do you have enough blankets, honey?” Frankie walked back into the living room, arms filled with a few more big, fuzzy blankets. You looked up from the comfy couch, during the numerous blankets you’d already secured and gave him a big grin. You were already feeling so toasty and warm in your new pajamas after your bath, and this just made it so much better. He snorted with laughter at the sight of only your head poking out, “oh.”

“It’s freezing!” you insisted, digging your arm out and pointing at your feet, “pile them on! The only thing I’m missing is your body.”

“I have a few more things to do first,” he put the blankets down and wrapped them around your feet, “gonna start a fire and then go and make the hot chocolate. You, my little bee, are in charge of finding our first movie. Think you’re up to the challenge?”

“As if that’s a question,” you joked as you reached for the remote, as he went over to the fireplace, “you just need to hurry up!”

"You are getting so demanding," he laughed as he kneeled next to the fireplace and started to pile some of the logs in. He started to hum softly under his breath as you watched him, absolutely in awe of the man you were able to call your husband. The sight of him in the same pajamas as you was endearing and caused you a moment of pause as you pictured doing this next year with him and your daughter. 

You often wondered what she would like, although you both knew that the only thing that mattered was that she was healthy and sound. But a small part of you hoped she'd take after Frankie, to have those gentle chocolate eyes and dark curls. Maybe she'd take after you, or maybe -

"Everything alright?" Frankie turned and caught your distant gaze on him as she started to light the fire. You hadn't realized you'd gotten so lost in your little daydream. 

"Yes," you smiled at him, "just thinking..."

"Thinking about...."

"Its silly..."

"If it matters to you then it's not silly," he insisted, making a small sound of satisfaction when the fire started to crackle away merrily.

"I was just thinking about next year," you admitted shyly, "you know how we do the matching pjs every year? I think it would be fun to do that with the bean next year."

"I love the sound of that," he agreed, "that'll make a great Christmas card!"

"Yeah," you agreed as he brought you a pillow to rest your head on, "you really do think of everything, don't you?"

"Only for my bee," he promised with a wink and a kiss, "I'll go and make the hot chocolate. Classic for you today?"

"Surprise me!"

"Be back," he promised as pointed at the television, "now pick something good out!"

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It seemed like it had been a small eternity since Frankie had left to go on his little adventure of hot chocolate making, and you'd long since found a suitable movie. You started it but kept it paused as you waited. But soon you felt a flutter in your belly. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you put your hand on your tummy where you felt her moving around.

"I know baby bean," you told her gently, "I miss him too. Even when he's gone only for a few minutes. You're gonna love him so much, just like me. He's going to be the best papá. We already love you so much. We can't wait to meet you."

"Talking to yourself?" just in time your knight in cozy pajamas came striding back in with two delicious steaming mugs of hot chocolate. 

"I am never alone anymore," you reminded him as he came and cozied up next to you, "I've always got the bean. And we were having a private conversation, thank you very much."

"Please don't let me interrupt," he passed your mug over before pulling blankets over his form and you curled up in his side. You grinned at the full mug, admiring how perfectly he had made it. It was a classic, a layer of mini marshmallows followed by a layer of whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate and caramel syrup.

"Thank you, Frankie," you beamed as you took a long sip, savoring the creamy sweetness on your tongue. You heard a soft chuckle before Frankie reached over and wiped off the whipped cream from your nose, "oops!"

"Good?" he asked as you nodded eagerly. Before he could stop himself, he leaned over and gave you a soft, saccharine little kiss. He lingered against your lips and you could taste the sweetness of the hot chocolate that was clinging onto him. He grinned before giving you a few more pecks, each sweeter than the last, "even better. Now, start this movie and let's get this marathon on the road!"

You clutched your mug to your chest as Frankie brought an arm over your shoulders and you pressed play on your first cheesy holiday movie.

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It wasn't long before you felt your eyes start to get heavy as you finished your mug of hot chocolate. You were about to move it to the coffee table, but Frankie beat you to the punch, grabbing it from your hands and setting down before pulling you into his lap.

He wrapped his arms around you as you laid against his chest and let the soft rise and fall of his chest relax and lull you.

Soon enough your eyes closed and everything seemed distant. You didn't even try to fight it as Frankie pressed a kiss to your cheek. One hand was holding yours, your fingers laced together and the other was resting on your belly. It wasn't long before you were completely under the siren spell of sleep and snoring quietly in his arms.

"I love you, honey bee," he whispered ever so gently as he relaxed too, growing more tired by the second, "and you too, baby bee. You two are everything."

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[suworkbook]

Welcome to what might be the most critical event of 2020: Our countdown of the top 10 lesbian moments in Steven Universe Season 1. 

10. 

Take a trip down memory lane, back to when this liveblog was more sceptical and we were all still living in a society so we had things like manners and reason. The lesbians were only a distant dream, but for a brief moment Pearl and Amethyst made mad eyes at each other and threw each other around in the world’s most passive aggressive two-step to become one singular giant Aimee Mann, even though all they really wanted was a long nap. A golden age.

9. 

Greg steps up and gives us some of that old-school, self-made, independent woman energy with his absolute banger, Comet. As Greg’s rough, grainy vocals go crazy over shimmery power chords and a drummer that can only be thumping away like mad in Greg’s MIND, you could easily picture him frontlining for K’s Choice in 1998. Incredible lesbian representation.

8. 

Pearl gives us a really strong start to season onebee by immediately levelling up her lesbian energy and evolving into grimy mechanic Pearl who gets excited over Garnet bench pressing vans. The only thing we can say for certain is her next reincarnation is going to be wearing flannel and a trucker hat. 

7. 

Shout out to Sadie, who carries constant fight club energy with her. It’s very hot when a girl is ready to smash anything with a chair at any time, but it’s even hotter when they do it while wearing ripped jeans with stubbly legs. More Sadie beating people up in 2021.

6. 

Pearl really went above and beyond on lesbian duty this season, even going so far as to channel the spirit of the most sapphic 90s shoujo of them all. 

5. 

LIFE CHANGING MOMENT RIGHT HERE.

4. 

Pearl doing pretty much anything in Rose’s Scabbard. What was she doing? None of us can really say for sure, but it held a lot of DEEP MEANING and IMPORTANT METAPHOR for Pearl and that’s all that really matters. Pearl got afflicted by the world’s worst case of U-Haul syndrome by skipping straight into running away from home and joining a war for a giant space lady who hadn’t even held her hand yet, and it was probably AWESOME.

3. 

I mean just look at it.

2.

Amethyst literally dove into Garnet’s spread thighs, and this one still beat it out for pure lesbonic vibes.

1. 

I would name this whole episode if I could, including the parts where Jasper and Lapis hate fuse, Ruby’s entire existence, and the bit where Peridot slams her face into the floor hoping for the sweet release of being flung into space. This is the purest lesbian experience - chaotic, tired, surrounded by exploding machinery on fire and having NO TIME for ANYTHING except BEING A LESBIAN and KISSING YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S FACE. 

[captainsassmanes]

Here’s my Malex remix gift for @cosmicclownboy! I took a little bit of your meta, some of the small things you like (Alex + leather, yes please!) and created this drabble. I hope you enjoy :) 

Open Up My Eager Eyes

“You’re either cruel, stupid or a bit of both.”

Michael huffed out an unamused laugh and rolled his eyes as he brought the rim of his beer glass to his lips. Kyle didn’t move, his smirk and raised eyebrow still perfectly in place.

“Not that I give a shit but,” Michael sighed and turned in his seat, “what exactly are you talking about?”

Contrary to what was probably popular opinion, Michael wasn’t stupid. He was well aware that the only time he and Kyle exchanged more than a passing nod, the topic was always the same.

Alex.

“There’s no way,” Kyle said leaning against the bar top, his bicep flexing in his perfectly fitting denim jacket, “that you haven’t noticed what Alex has been doing.”

Michael smirked and shrugged, helpless against the urge to rile Kyle up. “What’s he been doing, Doc?”

Shaking his head, Kyle threw back the rest of his beer, smacking his lips before standing and tossing a few bucks on the bar.

“Alex has been sad and lonely for way too long. You and I both know the man’s incredible and deserves the best so,” Kyle smiled as he pulled out his keys. “Tomorrow night, Isobel and I are taking him to Planet 7.”

Michael’s façade fell with no hope of keeping it in place. His cheeks paled and he swallowed past the panic rising in his throat. If the smile on Kyle’s face was any indicator, he knew his words had hit their target.

“He might not find Mr. Right at the club but Mr. Good Enough for Tonight will probably be there.” He clapped Michael on the shoulder before heading out the door, arrogant swagger followed like a cloud.

Michael was frozen, brain sifting through too many thoughts at once. Why was this always happening? Why were they always on two different paths when he was so desperate to be right next to Alex? He figured he’d had time after Alex and Forrest fizzled out, do the awkward acquaintance thing then move into friendship then -

“If I were you-”

“Jesus Christ!” Michael jumped, hand moving to his chest as he caught his breath. He was so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t notice when Rosa had taken the seat next to him.

She just laughed. “If I were you, cowboy, I’d show up at the club and tell him how I felt.”

“How I’m – “

“We all know you’ve been in love with each other forever. You’re just too stubborn to deal with your shit and communicate. You people keep claiming to be adults, but I just see one idiot after another.”

“Ouch,” Michael chuckled, giving Rosa a playful push. He sighed, pulling on his hat and digging out a few bucks. “I’ve messed up so many times for so many years. I guess, if I were him, I’d probably tell me to fuck off.”

“Nah,” Rosa stood, heading back to her friends. “Just be honest. Talk, for god’s sake.” She put her fingers to her lips and then shoved her kiss aggressively against Michael’s cheek with a wink.

Talk, Michael thought. Easier said than done.

***********

It took Michael longer to get ready than he’d planned. No one seemed to realize it, but it took a considerable amount of time and effort to get his curls to fall just the right way. He showered, shaved, fixed his hair and tried on every shirt he owned. Ultimately, he went with his usual style: jeans, clean white t-shirt and a relatively new purple, long-sleeved flannel.

The night air was cool, whipping his hair in front of his eyes as he drove to the club. In his many years living in Roswell, Michael never visited Planet 7. He didn’t know why. He certainly wasn’t ashamed of his sexuality, though he wasn’t walking around with a pride pin on his chest, either.

There was a first time for everything.

He parked the truck and took a few deep breaths, tapping nervously against the steering wheel. Michael watched as more than a few very attractive people walked in and out of the door. He’d been so focused on the environment, how he’d fit into the club, what he’d say to Alex, that he forgot Alex would be here, looking gorgeous he had no doubt, surrounded by other gorgeous, and horny, people.

“Just be honest. Just talk.” Michael repeated his new mantra to himself as he walked into the noise and flashing lights. He did his best to kiss the wall, wanting to survey the scene before diving right in. He’d planned an entire speech for Alex, practicing parts of it over and over again in his tiny mirror while he fought with his hair. Michael found the bar and ordered himself a beer, nodding politely at the blonde with the bright smile who handed him the bottle.

Across the room, highlighted in shades of pink and purple from the lights, Alex sat at a table by himself. He had a small smile on his face though Michael could tell, even from so far away, that it was laced with sadness. He followed Alex’s eyes and watched as Isobel and Kyle danced drunkenly with a small group, laughing and smiling, hands and drinks everywhere. Kyle waved Alex over, trying to get him to join in, but Alex just smiled wider and shook his head, taking a sip of his drink.

He looked stunning. Alex’s hair had gotten long and he’d let some facial hair grow around his perfect mouth. A blue t-shirt emphasized the shape of his chest and his arms and, Michael noticed with a flush to his cheeks, a leather jacket was thrown carefully over the back of his chair.

He shouldn’t be alone, Michael’s brain supplied as he felt a wave of confidence and a pure need he had been ignoring for too long.

Moving across the dance floor, Michael did his best to move between the sweaty, dancing bodies, his eyes never leaving Alex. He stood in front of Alex, whose eyes lifted, and jaw slightly dropped. Michael offered his hand with a serious look on his face.

“Dance with me.”

Alex placed his drink on the table and slid his hand into Michael’s, strong hands holding one another. They found their own space, as far from the crowd as they could go, as a slower song played through the speakers. Michael slid his arm around Alex’s back, fingers finding bare skin beneath the soft cotton. His other arm moved slowly between Alex’s muscled shoulder blades, pulling with a desperation at the neck of the shirt. Alex hesitated for just a second, seeming to process what was happening. His hands moved up Michael’s chest, arms coming to rest once they were wrapped around Michael’s neck, one hand moving into those chestnut curls where his fingers couldn’t stop running through the strands. They rounded into one another, practically becoming one. Their faces rested in the crook of the others neck, both taking deep breaths and closing their eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Michael whispered, breath tickling the shell of Alex’s ear, causing goosebumps to race down his neck. “I was terrified.”

“Of what?” Michael thought, if he could taste Alex’s voice, it’d be sweet like berries in summer.

“I can’t mess this up again, Alex. I think it’ll kill me.” He felt Alex nod in understanding, hair brushing against his cheek. Alex stood straight to meet his gaze. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks. You just seemed to – “

“I know.” Michael said, eyes squeezing shut from embarrassment. “I knew what you were doing, and I wanted to talk, to start over, so badly. I just kept picturing messing it up or you walking away, and I couldn’t - “

“I’m not going anywhere this time, Michael. I’m right here.” Alex’s hand moved to Michael’s face, thumb dragging gently across his stubbled jaw.

Michael’s shoulders relaxed and his chest lost some of its tightness as a calm washed over him. Alex rested his forehead against Michael’s as his slid his thigh between the other man’s legs, both hands returning to the curls he never seemed to get enough of. “I’m not going anywhere, Michael.”

Michael sighed and pulled Alex closer, their bodies moving with the music, lost in their own world while the universe spun around them.

“I forgot what this felt like,” Michael laughed, rubbing his nose against Alex’s. Alex smiled and asked, “what?”

“Happiness.”

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‘Cause We’re Gonna Be Legends; pt. 2

Summary: Imagine wandering the Boardwalk with your friends. A group of boys catch their attention and while your friends are doing everything to catch their attention in return, they are apparently more interested in the oblivious girl of the bunch who doesn't care to bat her eyelashes at them. You. [Part Two]

Words: 9.5K Warnings: This is why I don’t do sequels. I think they’re a good idea and then halfway through I lose interest/have no idea what the hell I’m doing. But I powered through and this was the end product. Enjoy. Also I forgot to mention in the first part that Max doesn’t really exist in here which is why he’s never mentioned.  Homophobic slur? It happens once, but it’s in there. There’s also a dash of spice, if you catch my drift. Lol. Implied (but it does NOT happen) sexual assault. And violence.

For a few days, your fever is up and down. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as it once was, so you're able to actually wear the appropriate clothes for having guests over. Your girls are very apologetic for not being much help, but are excited when you start looking better and even planned a night to stay in with you. Unfortunately, but fortunately for them, the night they stayed in with you happened to also be a night the boys decided to drop in as well.

They squealed when Paul sauntered in and immediately pecked your lips. Their eyes widened when Marko pecked your left cheek and Dwayne your right. And then their jaws dropped when David brought up the rear, smirking, and pecked your forehead. The room was quiet- too quiet- and the girls were surprised whereas the boys were smug. Assholes.

So instead of movie night, you answered the questions your girls threw at you while the boys went out to pick up some food after everyone but you chipped in for because Marko wouldn't take your cash. Ruby was the only one extremely impressed with your situation while the other three remained skeptical. You and Ruby tried to make light of the situation, especially for afterward when you would be able to explore your relationship with the four boys, but you knew it would take a while for Emily, Becca, and Jessica to come around. If they came around.

Ruby had stuck around for as long as she could when the boys returned with the food, but the moment the other three girls ate they quickly made excuses to leave. Sadly, Ruby followed. You weren't able to hide the fact you were hurt by their actions, but Ruby assured you it would all be okay.

It wasn't. Not really. Because when you were fully recovered and called to hang out, half the girls were quick to make excuses. Only Ruby and Becca were fine with your decisions, and made attempts to hang out without Emily and Jessica around.

And Ruby and Becca? Those two were apparently a force to be reckoned with now that they knew you had four boyfriends. From one day to the next your entire wardrobe had been altered, and though it was nothing too bad you weren't exactly stoked to be comfortable in new clothes at the drop of a hat.

So walking down the boardwalk one night, you keep alternating between pulling on your tank top in hopes it'll become looser and tugging on the hem of your shorts in hope that they'll be longer. Your jackets had all mysteriously gone missing and you were going to punch your friends the next time you saw them.

Before you know it you're coming upon four familiar motorcycles. The boys are all missing, but you know it's only a matter of time before they come back. So instead of searching for them, you lean against the railing behind their bikes and wait for them to come to you. Fortunately, you don't have to wait long.

David and Dwayne spot you first, but in the few days you've gotten to explore your compatibility with each of them you noticed that these two were not into public displays of affection. So when they greet you, they smile and nod, and make sure to brush up against some part of you as they make their way to their respective bikes. Marko blows you a kiss from where he's got Paul in a headlock and then when Paul is set free he practically beams at you.

"Hey pretty lady, come here often?" He teases as he sidles up to you.

Your nose wrinkles as you laugh, accepting his loud smacking kiss to the lips. "That was so cheesy."

"But at least it made you laugh." Paul slings his arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side, and you can't help but try to melt into his side to hide.

"Where'd your friends get off to?" Marko wonders, eyeing you up and down. "Your outfit doesn't seem like something you'd pick out yourself."

You sigh. "If they're smart they won't dare to cross my path for the foreseeable future. Those assholes switched out my entire closet and stole all my jackets so I couldn't cover up."

"Well if you ask me, those friends of yours are pretty smart." David lights up a cigarette, smirking around it before blowing out a steady stream of smoke. You flip him off.

"I could deal with it if I had a large flannel or something, but nope. They took everything that would offer a few inches of cover-up."

"Well why didn't you just say so, babe." Paul moves his arm from your shoulders, shaking out of his own jacket. The chains hanging from it jingle at all the movement and you smile as he drops his jacket over your shoulders.

You slide your arms through the sleeves, flexing your fingers from where they barely peek out. You grab both sides of the jacket and close it over your chest, crossing your arms over it to keep yourself hidden and are content when you realize the hem of the jacket falls a few inches further than what your shorts covered.

"Oh no," Paul mumbles. "I made a mistake."

"What?"

"You look so cute in my jacket." You huff a laugh but notice his gaze sweeping you up and down, and his tongue peeking out to lick the corner of his bottom lip. When he meets your gaze then, you gulp and shiver when you see the heat simmering there. "Come on. You're mine for the night." He grabs your wrist and tugs, and you stare at your other three boys in surprise.

David and Dwayne grin, and Marko cheerfully waves you off. "Don't get caught!"

You don't have time to process Marko's words before Paul's dragging you down the boardwalk stairs. You do your best to keep up, laughing, and then yank back against Paul's grip once you hit sand. "Hey, slow down! You have longer legs than I do and speed walking through sand is not easy."

"Sorry. M'sorry."

Paul whirls around, cupping your face in his hands and leaning down to hungrily press his lips against yours as he walks you backward. Your hands wrap around his wrists as you lean up on your tiptoes in an attempt to match his enthusiasm and you can't help but smile when you stumble along the way. His tongue sweeps across the seam of your lips and when they part he's quick to lick into your mouth before tugging your bottom lip between his teeth.

You moan quietly and then gasp when your back hits something solid. The moment you pull back to look around your surroundings, Paul attaches his lips to your neck. He tilts your head this way and that way so he can lick and nip to his heart's content, and down to your collarbone. Only then do you realize you're underneath the boardwalk now.

"Paul." Your hands delve into his hair, gripping and tugging when you feel him going lower and lower. "Paul!" You then laugh. He's already on his knees, face level with your stomach as he stares up at you with a hooded gaze. "All this because I'm wearing your jacket? Seriously?"

He numbly nods. "Yes. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to it."

His hands go to the button and zipper on your jean shorts, and you catch his hands with your own. "We're not having sex here. I'm not about to get sand in places it's never supposed to be."

He chuckles huskily, opening his jacket further and pushing up the hem of your tank top. He kisses you just below your navel. "No sex. Promise," he says just as he gives your stomach a kitten lick. You squirm and quietly whimper. "But I really need to get my mouth on you."

"Fine." You gulp, but then clear your throat and slowly release his hands when you realize no one's around. "But if we're called out by anyone, I'm kicking your ass after you kick theirs."

He laughs. "Deal."

Paul makes quick work of unbuttoning your shorts and yanking them down your legs along with your panties. They get caught on your shoes as you try stepping out of them, so Paul pulls those off as well. Your feet are only in the warm, damp sand for a couple of seconds before Paul's lifting your right leg and setting it over his shoulder.

You gasp as you're suddenly opened up and a little self conscious as Paul stares at what he's only heard about from Marko and Dwayne so far. One hand finds its way to the wooden column at your back and the other splays across your lower abdomen before sliding down to shield your pussy from his view. Though the moment your fingers brush over your tingling folds, your breath catches and Paul smirks up at you.

"Don't worry, baby girl. You've got absolutely nothing to be nervous about." With one hand trailing up and down the leg you're still standing on, Paul uses his other hand to pull yours away from his prize. He licks the wetness from your fingers and a whimper catches at the back of your throat as he groans in appreciation. "Fuck. Marko's right. You do taste good."

"Babe," you whine. "You need to- I need you to-"

"I got you."

Warmth covers your mound and you moan aloud, cursing when Paul's tongue then licks you from entrance to clit. Your right hand tries to find purchase on the column at your back while the other delves into Paul's hair, smoothing it back before gripping it so you can see his face properly between your legs. Teeth nip, his tongue swirls, and you can't help your thighs tensing before you're grinding against his mouth.

"Please, please, please."

Paul pulls back, obscenely licking the wetness from around his mouth as he chuckles. "You're really wet, Y/N. Do the others know just how much you enjoy screwing around in public?"

"Paul," you mewl. You try to pull his face closer once more, but he doesn't budge. Anger slowly rising, you manage to narrow your eyes at him. "If you don't get your mouth back on me, I'm gonna-" But while you were busy getting angry, you hadn't seen his hand moving towards your center. So when you feel two of his fingers tease your entrance, you pause and then moan when he slips them inside.

Slowly pumping his fingers in and out, Paul chuckles. "What was that?"

"N-Nothing. Just please. Make me cum."

"Well since you asked so nicely."

With his fingers slowly building you up and his mouth now working you over once more, you give yourself up to the pleasure and no longer care about being seen or heard.

Half an hour later, you and Paul rejoin the others, hand in hand. All three boys smirk knowingly at you and you roll your eyes when Paul refuses to let you go with any of them.

"Enjoy yourselves?" Marko wiggles his eyebrows.

Paul immediately assures them you did and you shrug, refusing to feed his ego or give the boys any details as to what exactly happened. You had a feeling they either already knew somehow or would know soon given how open they all are with each other.

The next few weeks are a bit of blur, but a good blur at that. You're a little sad that you hadn't seen your girls in a while since the boys took up so much of your time, but you eventually let it go when you realized they didn't make an effort to reach out anyway. So learning to let go, you busied yourself with working during the day and then spending the nighttime hours with your boys. You'd never been with someone who you actually wanted to spend every waking hour with, so you lived in the moment and just enjoyed the crazy shenanigans your boyfriends got up to.

You had figured intimacy with them would be weird, and in the beginning it was since there were four of them, but things just kind of fell into place after the first time you slept with each of them. Each boy was different when they got you alone, and you were pleasantly surprised each of them met needs even you yourself had no idea you had. None of them were jealous or possessive when it came to each other, but they made sure to let anyone else know you were off limits.

They'd even taken you to see where they lived and you were shocked. Given their styles and personalities, you didn't know what to expect of their living situation, but a sunken hotel was not it. But the more they showed you around and you realized they had water and generators for some electricity, the more you liked the seclusion of it all. And when you finally got comfortable being there with them, the boys made what was basically a nest for you- a mattress with numerous blankets and pillows, and sheer curtains hanging around it all. So now that you had your own bedroom of sorts, more often than not that's where you ended up with Dwayne since he was the only one who actually liked to roll around in your sheets and cuddle for as long as you'd let him afterwards.

Still naked and with sweat cooling on your bodies, you're laying in the crook of Dwayne's arm with your chest pressed to his side and a sheet covering you from the waist down. He trails fingers up and down the spine of your back, and he chuckles every time he runs across a ticklish spot that sends you arching into him with a sleepy giggle.

Just as you're drifting off, however, the curtain around your bed is pulled open and David appears with a cigarette dangling from between his lips. "You gonna stay in bed all night?"

"Hmm. You put out that cigarette and you can join us." Dwayne's hand freezes on your back and David raises his eyebrows at you. "What?" You huff. "Don't pretend like none of you haven't thought about it."

A moment passes and then David smirks. "Tempting, but the other boys are itching for a night on the boardwalk."

"A night on the boardwalk? More like Marko's itching for a fight," you muse. "He hasn't been chased off the boardwalk in about three days. He must be bored." David chuckles and flicks away his cigarette after one last drag, entering your little nest and crawling into bed so he's situated behind you. You groan as he starts to trail his fingers along your back, inching lower and lower until he's teasing just under the sheet at your lower back. "If we go out tonight, someone's gotta drive me home earlier than usual. I got work in the morning."

"What time?" Dwayne asks.

"I gotta be in the office by ten." You giggle when David's fingers walk over your waist, kicking back at him when he digs his fingers in a little. As you settle down, you sigh. "Why do I have to be an adult? You guys have it so easy here. It seems like you don't worry about a thing." Fingers cease their movement on your back, and David and Dwayne share a calculating look over your head. "Sleep all day, party all night. If only."

David smirks and hope sparks up in each of them. It couldn't be this easy, could it? It would surely take more convincing. But before David or Dwayne can ask you more about your sudden annoyance at having responsibilities, Marko and Paul are entering the main room from one of their dark tunnels they always disappear into.

Soon. We'll talk to her soon.

It's one of the rare nights that all the boys are busy and you have too much energy to remain in your apartment all by yourself. You haven't heard from the girls in weeks, even though you've seen them on the boardwalk when you were with one of the boys, but they never made an attempt to approach you even after you had smiled and waved at them. Apparently those friendships were officially over, so when the boys disappeared you had no one but your own self to do things with.

They had warned you not to wander the boardwalk or the beach by yourself at night, but you've been doing it long before you had met them so you didn't think anything of it as you headed out.

The boardwalk is busy so you find yourself heading down onto the beach where it's a bit quieter. It's lit up thanks to the many flashing lights from the boardwalk, but you find yourself wandering further and further down the beach. There's a party going on around a small bonfire and when you see the numerous surf-Nazi's, you head towards the water in hopes of skirting their group without being seen. Unfortunately, Fate has other plans.

The first catcall has your shoulders hunching. You know better than to rush away because it'll only encourage them to chase, so instead you hesitantly look over at them and offer a wave. After that, you face forward and continue walking.

More catcalls ring out and the flirtatious invitations to join them get louder and louder, which means some of them are getting closer and closer. Your anxiety spikes and dread fills you. You should have stayed on the boardwalk.

"Hey, sweet face, where are you going?" Someone asks, slinging an arm around your shoulders and turning you back around to face the party. "The fun is this way."

"Oh I'm sure," you nervously chuckle. "But I just came out here to clear my head. I'm not in the mood to party. Sorry."

"Aw. Don't be like that. The night is young!" The way he moves his free arm as he talks and the way he slurs his words a little lets you know you're in trouble. "Come meet my friends. A couple of them could use a pretty little thing like you to lift their spirits."

You make the mistake of not putting up enough of a fight and regret it the moment one of the guys around the fire somewhat recognizes you. "Hey, aren't you that girl those queers on bikes pass around?" You tense as his friends laugh and cheer. "You hoping to be passed around by some real men for a change, little girl?"

You grimace and hug yourself as if that would help protect you. "I'm not hoping for anything other than to get home. Your friend is the one who dragged me over."

"And yet here you still stand," he muses. "Sit. Have a beer before the fun begins."

"No thanks. I really should get going. My friends are waiting for me."

Just as you turn, a hand grips your wrist. "Oh, but we insist." The pressure of the guy's grip tightens and you gasp in shock.

You knew you were in trouble before, but now it's a lot more real and scary. The more you struggle to get free, the more the guys around the fire laugh and jeer. The fear in your eyes only eggs them on more and the two of the guys shove you back and forth, never letting you get more than a few steps away from them. There's a boombox playing music and the moment it's turned up to its max, you scream.

You scream for someone to help you when a couple of the guys toy with their belt buckles and promise you loads of fun, you plead for them to let you go when they pull at your shirt, and you sob when you're shoved into the sand. You attempt to crawl away, but you're quickly flipped onto your back and someone grabs at your ankles.

You scream again.. and then the impossible happens.

Something flies down from the sky, plucking the individual holding onto you before flying away with him. There's screaming, this time coming from up above, and then a shower of liquid. Your heart pounds furiously as you smear the droplets on your cheek with your fingers and then whimper when you make out its color. It's red.

All the guys who'd been so sure about themselves and what they were about to do moments ago are now screaming, being tossed around and ripped apart one right after the other. You scramble backwards, keeping low to the ground and hoping to not be seen by whatever is taking delight in their destruction.

Only one of the creatures fully steps into the firelight, laughing, and you freeze up when you recognize some of its- his features. It's David.

A whimper escapes from the back of your throat as you whisper his name in question and David's gaze snaps in your direction. His cruel smile falls and the others around the fire slowly turn towards you. Paul and Marko are bloodied around their mouths, their expressions falling when they realize what you've just witnessed.

As you slowly stand, you keep your eyes on them and inch backwards as if they'd attack you at any second. You cease breathing all together and then turn to run for your life. Only you get a few steps in before you run smack dab into a person, falling back into the sand on your ass.

"Please don't kill me!" You cry. "I w-won't say anything. I promise!"

The person squats in front of you and you realize then it's Dwayne. He's not as bloody as everyone else, but the evidence of what he's done is plain as day on his chin and down his bare chest. You whimper. "W-What are you?"

His throat bobs as he gulps, but instead of answering he asks, "What are you doing down here on the beach?"

"I- you guys just.." You stutter on a sob, shaking your head as if you can't believe what you just saw.

"You're in shock." David walks up on your left and you flinch at his close proximity. "Let me take you home."

"Why?" You sniffle. "You rather kill me in the comfort of my own home rather than on the beach with the rest of the scum?"

"We're not going to kill you, Y/N."

"No? You sure as hell had no problem killing these guys just now!" You say. When you realize just who- or rather what- you're talking back to, you snap your mouth shut and avert your gaze.

"I'll be taking Y/N home." The tone of David's voice brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You're so sure that there's no walking away unscathed from this. "You boys are on clean-up."

When David reaches for your hands, you don't bother fighting him. You feel absolutely drained and it doesn't matter if you scream or attempt to run. Whatever the boys are, you know they could overpower you in a heartbeat. But the second you're standing shakily on your own two feet, you yank your hands out of David's grasp and cross your arms over your chest.

For a second you think you see hurt flash across David's expression, but it's gone within the next blink. His expression hardens and you flinch when he grabs you by your elbow to guide you away. His grip isn't hurtful, but it's obvious that if you try to yank away from him again you won't be going anywhere.

The closer you get to the populated boardwalk, the easier it is to breathe. Your heart even calms some, but when David leads you towards his bike you start to drag your feet. "My car. I d-drove here."

"One of the others will drive it back." You frown at him, but he doesn't see because he busies himself with climbing onto his bike. You take his moment of distraction to glance around at the people walking around you, part of you hoping to catch someone's eye, but David's voice squashes that hope right away. "Do you really want me to kill whoever it is you plan to tell about what you saw? Be smart, Y/N. We have to protect our secret."

"And what exactly is the secret, David?"

Though the situation is anything but funny, he smiles at you. His smile makes your stomach churn. "Get on the bike, Y/N. It's time to go home."

Your bottom lip wobbles under his intense stare, but you quickly put a stop to it and suck it up. Hesitantly reaching for his shoulder, you then cautiously climb up onto the back of his bike. You grab onto the sides of his jacket rather than wrap your arms around his waist, and shakily exhale when David doesn't mention it and starts his bike instead.

The ride back to your apartment is a tense one and you hop off the back of David's bike before he's even cut the engine. Your arms are once again crossed over your chest and your heart starts to beat faster when you realize he intends to follow you inside.

He stays one step behind you the entire way up to your apartment door, but he remains standing in the hallway when you enter your apartment and turn to face him. "What happens n-now?"

"What do you think happens now?"

"Goddammit, David!" Your frustration mixes with your fear and you end up crying again. "I just saw you-" you pause, angrily wiping away tears and lowering your voice, "-all four of you rip apart those surf-Nazi's like it was nothing. And you- it looked like you were eating them and I- I don't- I can't-"

"Hey. Hey, shh." David takes a step closer and moves to cradle to face in the palm of his hands, but you jerk out of his reach.

"I should be running for the hills and screaming at the top of my lungs about what I've just seen."

"Yeah? Then why aren't you?"

"I don't know." You blink the tears from your eyes and sniffle. "I wanna scream and I wanna rage and I wanna cry more than I already have, but for some reason- for some goddamn reason my heart hurts just even thinking about uttering a word of what I saw."

"What do you want from me? From us? Name it and it's yours."

"Time. And space." You gulp. "I need to process everything. I'll- I'll come to you when I'm ready."

David's barely given you a nod before you're shutting the door in his face. You deadbolt it and turn to walk further into your apartment, your resolve completely vanishing the further away from the door you get. You make it to the bathroom, hands trembling as you grab onto the sink, and when you glance at your reflection in the mirror you blanch and make a beeline for the toilet.

The splatter and smears of red on your face and neck is enough to make the contents of your stomach make a reappearance, and you spew it all into the toilet. Flashes of David, Dwayne, Marko, and Paul and their demonic looking features pop into your mind one right after the other, and you heave one heart wrenching sob after the other.

You don't know how long you spend in the bathroom, but by the time you leave it after having climbed into the hottest shower you could manage, your throat feels raw and eyes puffy. You take your time getting dressed in a set of pajamas and then fall into bed with a tired sigh. No matter how much you wanted to drift off into sleep and forget everything that's happened, you knew it'd all make an appearance in your dreams for weeks to come.

For the next few days all you do is sleep, work, research, eat, and shower. Staying away from the boardwalk was probably the easiest and hardest thing you ever had to do, but being alone gave you time to think about all that you've seen and all that you've read up on. You had managed to watch the evening local news for any reports of missing individuals, but were unsurprised when none were reported. After all, surf-nazi's were riff raff and the authority didn't seem to care about them.

Sleep was hard to come by because the more research you did, the more it made you paranoid. You became jumpy, were constantly nodding off when you were supposed to be working, lied to your co-workers when they asked if anything was going on, and by the end of week one your boss had had enough. So after such a long week, you're more than content to stay in and wait on the Chinese food being delivered to your house.

Several boxes are scattered around your living room, filled with articles of clothing and various other items you don't mind parting with so you can sell for some cash.

A knock sounds from the front door and you get up from the floor to go answer it. You grab some cash along the way and readily pull open the door with a polite smile. It completely vanishes, however, when you're met with Dwayne who's holding up your takeout almost as if it were a peace offering. "Um. Hi?"

He flashes a faint smile. "Hey, Y/N."

The sound of his voice makes your heart beat double, but surprisingly not out of fear. You're actually surprised and really happy to see him, even if he looks so unsure of his presence. So you fight off a smile and keep your tone neutral. "Dwayne, what are you doing here?"

"We're all worried. And we miss you. The boys don't know I'm here, so don't be mad at them."

"I.. I'm not." You gulp and finally grin at him. Sighing, you step aside and gesture him inside. "Come in. You don't have to stand in the hallway." Dwayne hesitantly steps in and you shut the door behind him. You pocket your cash, knowing he won't take it from you, and lead the way into the kitchen. "I hope you're hungry. I'm not gonna eat while you sit there and stare at me."

There's a huff of laughter behind you, but the following question asked is not one you're expecting. "You're moving?"

When you turn towards Dwayne, you see his expression is now completely closed off. Following his gaze to the various packed boxes, you shake your head. "Oh. Uhh, no. I was let go from my job, so I plan to sell some things. I have enough saved up to pay the bills for a couple of months, but if I don't find anything by the time that cash runs out then I could use whatever I make by selling my stuff."

The relief pouring off of him is obvious the moment he realizes you're telling the truth. He sets the bags of food down on the kitchen table and immediately sets out to distributing the food equally while you grab some drinks. Then seated next to you, Dwayne says, "Sooo, what now?"

Using a plastic fork two twirl some noodles on it, you shrug. "I'm not sure. I'm obviously not running for the hills, but I'm not sure of my welcome back into the group after being silent for so long."

"Well David is angry," he says. Your eyes dart to meet his gaze, hurt settling in your expression, but he's quick to soothe you. "He's not mad at you. Not really. He's more angry at the fact that you found out about us the way you did. He wanted to ease you into it. We all did."

You snort. "Yeah. Because finding out you're all murderous creatures of the night is something you can ease someone into." You shake your head. "Unbelievable."

"Marko is more hurt than anything. He thought you really liked us enough to be able to handle the monsters we are and Paul- Paul is doing his best to be indifferent about it all. But if I'm being honest, he's in the same boat with Marko. They're both lovesick idiots."

"And you?"

"What about me?"

You gulp. "How are you feeling about.. everything?"

"I'm here, aren't I?" Dwayne flashes you a smile and something in your chest eases. You grin and finally take your first bite of food. "After everything was made official between us, I saw something in you. I knew our secret would freak you out, but deep down I also knew you'd come around."

"You were that confident, huh?"

"Yes."

"Fair enough."

The next few minutes passed in relative quiet, you eating and glaring every time you caught Dwayne staring. He'd smile at your glare and then take a bite of an eggroll so you wouldn't tell him anything or banish him from the kitchen while you were still in there. But eventually you finish and pack away anything left over for a midnight snack.

Then heading towards the sofa in the living room, you curl up on one end while Dwayne takes his spot on the other end. "If I ask you some questions, will you answer them honestly?"

"I can do my best."

"That's fine." Slowly stretching your legs out, you hesitantly tuck your toes under Dwayne's thigh and smile when his cold fingers dance along your ankle before wrapping around your calf. "So I think my main question is, is what exactly are you? I tried to do some research based on your features I saw that night, but I narrowed it down to two species."

"Which are?"

"Demon or vampire. The teeth, the eyes, the.." you pause and gulp, nose wrinkling, "choice of food. I guess it can pass for both, so.."

"Vampire." You immediately tense, but the moment passes and you exhale as you relax back in your seat. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. Can I see-" Before you can even finish your question, Dwayne was already shaking his head. "What? Come on! I've already seen you at your worst. Well not you, but the others. Just.. show me."

"Why?"

"Because my apartment is nice and lit, and I can actually look at you in the face now rather than looking elsewhere."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Dwayne hesitates but eventually angles his body towards you. You sit up a little straighter, pulling your legs back towards you and curling them beneath you. He closes his eyes after taking a large lungful of air and you watch in fascination as his features seem to ripple right before your very eyes.

Quietly gasping, you find yourself leaning towards him. There are a few telltale differences, but the most prominent are his now slightly protruding cheekbones and brow line, and the yellow and red eyes when his eyelids fly open at the faintest touch of your thumb against his bottom lip. He seems to cease breathing all together when your thumb pulls down his lip and you huff a laugh of disbelief at the sight of his fangs.

"You still you?"

Dwayne takes a moment to answer. "For the most part."

"Can I try something?"

He hesitates in answering again, but his resolve crumbles when he notices your gaze stays locked on his mouth. Eventually he nods and you scoot in even closer until you're placing one knee on either side of his hips and your hands settle on either side of his neck with your thumbs just under his jaw.

Dwayne sharply inhales as you settle in his lap, his hands now lightly holding onto your waist. "What are you doing?"

"Seeing if I'm really capable of having non-human boyfriends." Slowly leaning in, you're very mindful of his fangs when you press your lips against his. Feeling the coolness of them makes you smile and you can't help the urge to run the tip of your tongue against one. But in doing so, it seems to snap any restraint Dwayne had.

You squeak when you suddenly find yourself on your back on the couch. Your legs have subconsciously wrapped around his waist, your hands on his chest beneath his jacket as he hovers over you, panting heavily. His eyes are back to their normal brown, but his other features are still on display even as he does his best to make them go away.

"Should I take this as a compliment?" You ask, nails lightly scratching at Dwayne's chest as he groans. "Do you have a fang-on for me?"

"You're making this incredibly hard for me, sweetheart."

"Ooh. I would hope so." You thrust your hips upward and smile as Dwayne finally laughs.

With one hand by your head to hold his weight just inches above you, his other hand is on your waist beneath your shirt as he runs his fingers up and down your skin. He turns his face so it's half hidden by his shoulder and hair, and when he faces you again all his vampiric features are gone. He lazily smiles at you, but his expression softens. "Are you sure about this? About us?"

You sheepishly nod. "I mean I can't guarantee I'll be super chill when you guys.. grab a bite to eat," you say, nose wrinkling, "but I can try. We'll probably have to come up with a system so I'm not with you guys when you do so."

"Being with us won't be easy. We're never-changing, Y/N. You'll eventually need to be too."

It takes a second for his words to sink in and when they do you momentarily stop breathing. You open your mouth to retort, but snap it shut a moment later and frown. You sigh when Dwayne starts to retreat and the both of you sit side by side. "I- I know. Okay? It's just a lot to take in right now."

"David won't want you to take too long."

"Of course he won't." Falling silent, you reach for Dwayne's hand and lock your fingers together. Then laying your cheek against his shoulder, you say, "I guess it's a good thing I lost my job then, huh? Cutting ties won't be so hard now."

"I'm sorry we dragged you into this."

You huff. "Are you?"

A moment passes and then, "No." You laugh and tilt your head so you can see Dwayne's face. "You had David hooked the second you smiled at him. The rest of us were obviously intrigued, but it was David who made it known that your friends were off limits because he wanted you."

You immediately sit up, eyes wide. "Wait. Were you guys going to eat my friends?!" Dwayne has the audacity to look nervous and you can't help but snort. "Seriously?"

He shrugs. "How else do you think we get our meals? But you were a loose end. You knew they were with us and it'd have been suspicious. They were lucky that we saw you though. Your presence saved them."

You shake your head in amused disbelief, chuckling softly. Slowly, but surely you end up leaning against his side once more. "I have a lot of apologizing to do, don't I?"

"Maybe not. The boys might appear angry at you, but believe me when I say they're not. I think they'll be happy if you show up."

"Tomorrow then? I'll meet you guys at the boardwalk."

"Okay."

Getting ready for the boardwalk the following night is a lot more nerve wracking than you thought it'd be. According to Dwayne, no apologies were needed because he understood that a secret such as theirs was mind blowing. But he only spoke for himself and you had no idea how welcomed you'd be with the other three. So dressing to impress, you cut up a black shirt that David left behind weeks ago. You cut it into an off the shoulder crop top and pull on a jean skirt you had hidden in one of your drawers. Next are some ankle boots that had been a recent purchase and you tease your hair a little to give it a messy look.

When you figure you've wasted enough time, you decide to just bite the bullet and go. The drive to the boardwalk is short but tense, and you feel like you're going to be sick the second you're standing outside your car and locking up. So after taking a few deep breaths, you pocket your keys and head for the boardwalk stairs.

You try not to wrap your arms over your stomach or chest, so you hook your thumbs into the back pockets of your skirt. You keep your head held high, ignoring the suggestive comments, and then almost chicken out the moment you spot your four boys. Dwayne is the only one who's actively scanning the crowd, so he's the only one to spot you. He grins and you narrow your eyes, and then one by one the others take notice.

Paul and Marko immediately cease their antics upon sighting you, and David's expression closes off as he smokes his cigarette. You stop just a few feet in front of them, nervously shifting from foot to foot under their stares. "So, um, I came here with every intention of apologizing, but on the drive here I realized I have nothing to apologize for."

David's icy gaze subtly narrows. "Is that so?"

"Yes!" You snap your mouth shut, gulping, and then take a step closer so you don't have to talk as loud. "I know I asked for time and space, but two or three days would have sufficed."

"If that was the case, then why didn't you come seek us out?"

David poses a pretty good question, but you shrug it off. "I had such a shit week that I didn't even think about it. It wasn't until Dwayne showed up last night that we talked about everything and I realized some things."

Marko leans forward. "What things?"

When your gaze darts to the curly haired blonde, you smile softly at him. "That if you guys are still interested, then I'm all in." The words have barely left your mouth before there's a vampire wrapped around you. You laugh, your hands grasping onto the sides of Paul's jacket to steady yourself. With his face shoved into the side of your neck, you maneuver the both of you so you can turn to stare at David while still holding onto the clingy blonde. "So what do you say? Are we okay?"

David stares you up and down, taking a moment to gather his wits and make sure you're not lying to him. "Just like that?"

"Um, yeah? I'd like a week or so to get some stuff in order, but I- I like you guys too much to just walk away."

Paul pulls away then, his hands grasping the sides of your face as he presses his lips to yours. You let him control the kiss, parting your lips just so, so his tongue can seek out yours. However, he gets a little too enthusiastic and bites down on your bottom lip with blunt teeth, and you groan just loud enough for him to pull back and let you collect yourself.

When your eyelids finally flutter open, you find that all four boys are looking a little smug at your reaction. So in order to knock one of them down a peg or two, you smile sweetly up at Paul. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, babe."

"Do all vampires get hard when their fangs are licked or is that just Dwayne?"

Paul blinks at you in astonishment before letting you go to turn around and it's your turn to smirk. Dwayne is no longer amused, and Marko and David are not doing anything to hide the fact that their amusement is now directed at their brother.

The brunette frowns at you. "I hate you."

"You almost nailing me on my couch last night says otherwise."

Paul and Marko finally lose their composure, and you smile as the two boys have to lean on each other as they laugh. And though they're making fun of him, Dwayne finds himself fighting off a smile at how happy you seem to be. As the two of them pick on their brother, you look back towards David and step into his personal space.

The two of you stare at one another and the way he's looking at you, you feel the urge to apologize even though you said you wouldn't. But before you can utter a word, he's asking, "What happened that your week was so shit?"

You huff a quiet laugh. "I lost my job. I have some money saved for a few more month's rent, but I seem to recall an offer to move into the cave not too long ago."

David's lips twitch. "And if you really are all in, then having the apartment isn't necessary."

"It's really not."

In a move that normally goes against David's nature, he pushes off the railing and closes the distance between the two of you to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. You smile against him before he pulls back, his gaze darting between both your eyes. "Let's go for a ride. This is cause for a celebration."

Paul and Marko whoop in excitement, the both of them kissing either of your cheeks before they clamber onto their bikes. Dwayne has to walk behind you to get to his and when he does he leans down to nip your ear. You squeak and he wolfishly smiles at you, and you find your knees trembling in excitement for what later may hold.

It's no question as to whose bike you're climbing on the back of, but you do hesitate at David's side. When you take too long to climb on, he stares at you questioningly. "What's wrong?"

"I, uh, I didn't think this all the way through." You gesture to your skirt and groan when he starts to smile. "No one's going to offer their jacket, are they?"

"Nope."

"I figured." Sighing, you glance around before grabbing the sides of your skirt and inching it up your thighs so you can comfortably sit behind David. Paul whistles and you glare at him over your shoulder before climbing onto David's bike. Once you're settled and you realize no one is moving, you frown until you see Paul and Marko hungrily staring at one spot and one spot only. You follow their gaze and glance down, and realize your panties are on display with the way you're sitting. "Stop," you whine, practically plastering yourself to David's back in hopes of blocking their view.

Marko laughs. "It's nothing we haven't seen before."

"Yeah, but.. the staring. It's weird."

"Sweetheart, your whole life is about to become ten times more weird. Best get used to it." With that, David's bike roars to life, followed by the other three.

The ride to the cave makes something in your chest ease, and you find yourself letting your head fall back and letting the wind carry away your gleeful screams. David drives a little more recklessly than usual, but you know he won't do anything that will truly harm you. But all too soon you're arriving at Hudson's Bluff and are hurriedly climbing off of David's bike so you don't accidentally flash anyone.

"So what exactly did Dwayne tell you about us?" Marko wonders.

"I didn't really ask questions other than the main one," you say. "I know you guys are vampires and I'm assuming some of the folklore is true considering I've never seen any of you during the day, but I figured you'd tell me what I needed to know when I needed to know it."

"So you don't know all that we can do?"

You gulp under their suddenly amused expressions and take a step back. "No..?"

"Oh babe, you're in for a treat." Suddenly Paul is in front of you, arms wrapped low around your waist and clutching you tightly to his front. "Hang tight."

You're grinning at him until you feel the ground beneath your feet vanish and then your eyes widen. You glance down and your arms immediately wrap around Paul's neck. "You assholes can fly!?" All the boys laugh and then Paul starts to hover higher and higher. "W-Wait. Paul, don't!"

But your words fall on deaf ears and the next thing you know the wind is rushing by you. You shove your face into the side of Paul's neck and your legs wrap around his waist. Paul's laughing and you're laughing, but it's mostly to cover up your fear. And though you can't see anything, you can feel when Paul turns or dips in a dangerous maneuver to get you to scream.

But when he doesn't get the reaction he was hoping for, Paul eventually comes to a stop mid-air. "Look, Y/N." You shake your head. "Come on, babe. Open your eyes."

"I- I can't. I'm not normally afraid of heights, but there's just something about being so high and not being buckled in properly to anything that's really kind of terrifying."

"Is that why you're close to pissing your skirt?"

"Not funny, Paul!"

His hands smooth down your bottom, sliding lower until he's cupping the back of your thighs. "Come on. I promise I will never let you fall. At least not until you're one of us."

You huff a laugh and pinch the back of his neck. "You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."

"Yeah. I guess you are." Slowly, but surely, you lift your head. Your arms tighten once more around his neck when you realize just how high up you are and you allow yourself to look around. "Oh." Twinkling stars and low clouds are all you can see for miles, but when Paul tells you to look in one direction you can see the boardwalk all lit up off in the distance.

"See? I'm not a total jerk."

"No, you're not." Looking at Paul now, you let your forehead rest against his and smile faintly at him. "You're probably my favorite out of the four, but after this little stunt you are not teaching me how to fly when it's my turn."

He laughs and chastely kisses you "I'll take it. Now be prepared. I'm flying us back into the cave."

You shove your face back into Paul's neck, but move just so, so you can actually see your surroundings fly past you. However, your eyes clamp shut when you see Paul enter the cave entrance and they only open when you feel yourself being dropped onto cushions. Opening your eyes, you realize you're in your nest.

You smile. "You kept it. I for sure thought you might have gotten rid of it."

"Dwayne wouldn't let us," Paul says and then guiltily cringes. "I'll admit I thought about tearing it all down, but Dwayne took to protecting it."

Your smile falters. "Well I guess I deserve that."

The boys go quiet and you awkwardly glance around at everyone. Eventually David gestures to the couches. "Come eat. While Paul was off terrifying you, Marko got some food."

As David takes his usual seat on the wheelchair, Dwayne leads you towards the couch where he immediately sits down next to you. Paul plops down on a crate and Marko distributes Chinese takeout containers.

"Chow time," Marko smirks. "Eat up, girl."

You and Paul are the only two to enthusiastically dig in, and you only become suspicious when Marko can't stop staring at you with his amused little smile. You're grateful there's nothing in your mouth because the second the words how are those worms, Y/N leave David's mouth, you lower the container into your lap and refuse to look into it. You do, however, feel the container slightly moving in your hand as if something inside was.. wiggling.

"David," you say through clenched teeth, "if I look down and there's anything other than noodles in my container, I'm going to douse you in holy water. Don't ruin Chinese noodles for me. You know they're my favorite." Marko and Dwayne both laugh, and when you finally chance a look downward you're relieved to see no worms. You sigh in relief. "Let me guess, vampires can mess with the mind?"

"More or less, but only humans."

"Duly noted."

David goes on to explain some things as you finish up eating and you find out that holy water, garlic, and the lack of a reflection in a mirror could be overcome in a private home should they be invited inside. That was good to know, especially the tidbit about the sunlight and the various way a vampire could die after being staked.

Paul puts some music on, and he and Dwayne take turns dancing with you. You end up spooking a few of Marko's pigeons, but make it up to him by kissing his pout away.

Later, you're not sure how much time has passed, you find yourself falling into David's lap. You're breathing heavy as you try to catch your breath and are even a little sweaty, but David doesn't seem to have a problem with it as he brushes the tip of his nose from your jawline to your neck.

You giggle. "Is this another one of your vampire things? I now realize you guys sniffed me a lot, particularly around my neck."

"You smell good," he says before moving upward and placing a light kiss under your ear.

"My blood?"

"Yes and no." David leans back so you're now face to face. "The scent of your blood is appealing, but there's another scent that's just.. you. I don't know how else to explain it, but you'll be able to smell us when you're turned."

"You mean you don't smell like decaying bodies?" You grin to let him know it's not really a serious question, that you're only teasing, but David still snaps his teeth at you in false admonishment. You squeak and then laugh, kissing his cheek in apology. "I'm only joking." As you settle down so your head is resting on his shoulder, you find yourself saying, "Now I'm curious as to what you boys smell like. You better not stink."

"If you're so curious, why not become half? You'll be able to pick up our scents, but you'll still be operating as if you're human until you feed from a human for the first time."

His words give you pause and you quickly sit up, blinking at him. "Half? What do you mean I can be a half?"

"Half vampire," he shrugs. You frown and David grins when you startle at Marko's sudden appearance behind him, a bejeweled wine bottle in hand. Only then do you realize the music has stopped and the only sound in the cave is the occasional cooing of a pigeon. "You take a drink of this," David says while grabbing the bottle from Marko and uncorking it, "and you become a halfling. You'll still be able to do what you need to do during the day, the only downfall being your eyes will become sensitive and you'll find yourself wanting to sleep the day away until the sun sets. You can power through it though."

You can't take your eyes off the bottle and you find yourself reaching for it, bringing the bottle up to your nose to sniff the contents. It smells fruity, almost, and just underneath that is a hint of copper. "So what," you gulp, "a swig of this and I'm a half vampire? Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Looking up and around, Dwayne and Paul have stepped closer to see what you're going to do. Everyone has neutral expressions and you realize you're suddenly anxious to join them sooner rather than later. "Are you sure you guys want me? If I become one of you, I have nothing and no one to turn to should you find yourself bored of me."

"Don't get insecure on us now, sweetheart," Paul muses. "If we weren't sure of you, David wouldn't have offered."

"Sleep all day, party all night," David says. "Never grow old, Y/N. Join us."

Sleep all day, party all night. If only. 

Your words, which felt like they were uttered so long ago, bring you some comfort. It reminds you that you once wanted what they had even if you didn't exactly know what that was at the time. So now- now you find yourself almost anxious for what the future will bring now that you're so close to having what they have.

Slowly smiling, you huff a laugh and then with a faint roll of your eyes you bring the bottle up to your lips. "What the hell. Bottoms up."

The second the too warm liquid hits your tongue, your eyes flutter shut and the boys cheer all around you.

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Owe You One - Part 4

Title: Owe You One - Jefferson’s Starship

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 7,067

Warnings: Minor Angst, Sexual Harassment, Self-Loathing, Anxiety, Fluff, Smut, Friends with Benefits

Summary: Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what you’re seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Owe You One - Masterlist

Squares Filled: Bartender!AU ( @spndeanbingo) FWB Relationship ( @spnfluffbingo)

A/N: Part 4!! I hope y’all enjoy this part!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! Happy reading!!  

 You stirred away at the pot you had on the stove, getting dinner ready for yourself. It was Friday night, and you had just gotten home from work about half an hour ago. You changed into your comfortable pyjamas before deciding to cook yourself a nice dinner. You were going to curl up on the couch for a little while and maybe turn in early. You had nothing extensive planned. Nothing but your PVR and previous episodes of The Walking Dead to catch up on.

 You reached for a bowl in the cupboard next to you, placing it on the counter before pouring your pasta into it. You heard three loud knocks at your door, pulling you from your meal for a moment. You placed it back down on the stove before heading over to the door, opening it up. You rolled your eyes with a smile when you found Dean standing there with a smile playing on his lips. You walked away from the door, letting him walk in without protest.

 “You want something to eat? I made enough pasta for two,” you pointed out. “Four cheese.”

 “Oh fuck yes,” he nodded, taking a seat at your counter. You reached in the cupboard, grabbing another bowl before pouring some into it. You took two forks out of the drawer, bringing Dean’s bowl over first before your own. You hopped on the chair next to him, looking forward to tasting your meal.

 “Thank you for this,” he smiled, taking a forkful.

 “You’re welcome,” you beamed, taking your own bite.

 “So what are you up to tonight?” he asked nonchalantly.

 “Stuff,” you answered smuggly. “What do you want?”

 “How do you know I want something?” he claimed, his voice went up half an octave.

 “Because you didn’t call or text before coming over tonight. You usually do if you just want to hang out for the night. So I’ll ask again, what do you want, Winchester?” you chuckled.

 “Okay, I have a huge favour to ask and seen as how you’re wearing your cute comfy pyjamas, I know you aren’t doing anything tonight. I also know for a damn fact that you would never let any guy see you in those so you’re not getting laid tonight.”

 “Thank you! I get the point,” you scoffed playfully, taking another bite.

 “I need help at the bar tonight. Sammy’s gonna be late and all I’ve got is Benny. You’re the only one that I can trust,” he stated. “I’ll pay you, of course. And whatever tips you make are yours.”

 “So you want me to bartend at Jefferson’s Starship tonight and I get paid?” you chuckled. “Actual money?”

 “What, you think I’m going to pay you in sex again?” he laughed, shaking his head. “‘Cause I can if you want me to. A little touchy touchy-”

 “Shut up, Dean,” you giggled, shoving him a little. “How late do I have to stay?”

 “Just until Sam gets in,” he assured you. “Not all night.”

 “Alright, let me eat. Then I’ll go get changed. You’re lucky I like you,” you side-eyed him.

 “I owe you big time,” he breathed out in relief. “Like huge, sweetheart.”

 “I’ll take you up on it at some point,” you winked. “Really though, you don’t owe me anything. Remember, you helped me out of a very low point. That isn’t easy.”

 “I still owe you a little. You literally never go out to the bar,” he pointed out with a sad smile.

 “You are more than right. Remember that,” you winked. “How was your day anyways?”

 “Eh, it was okay. Pretty busy as usual. I kept to myself at my station. My dad worked on what he needed to do. I fixed up a couple of cars and got all my paperwork done so I don’t have to do any this weekend. Fresh start Monday morning,” he explained to you. “How was your day?”

 “It was okay. Boring as hell, but that’s my job for you,” you shrugged.

 “So you were going to use this time to unwind, huh?” he said sheepishly. You could see the guilt he felt sores across his features. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

 “It’s okay, De. I should probably try to get out more anyways. Sitting at home alone isn’t going to do me any good,” you breathed out.

 “I mean, you’re not entirely wrong. Sometimes alone time is what you need. But in this case, you’re coming out. Not to mention, I own the bar,” he smirked.

 “Yeah yeah,” you tried not to smile.

 You managed to eat your pasta in record time. You figured you’d do the dishes in the morning after your breakfast. You knew Dean had to be there soon, and you didn’t want to leave him or Benny screwed. This was a job for you and you were going to work with professionalism.

 You grabbed something comfortable and presentable to wear to the bar. A pair of dark skinny jeans with a rip in the knee. You pulled on one of your white shirts and threw one of your red flannels over it to keep with the Winchester look. After that, you grabbed your comfortable boots and your bag, heading out the door with Dean by your side.

 Dean opened up your door for you and you slipped inside. There was a part of you that wondered if this was a good idea. After all, he and his brother owned this bar; his family. Last you knew, his family hated you. All but Dean. You didn’t want Sam to walk in and kick you out or worse, yell at you in front of everyone. You didn’t want to ruin their business. This was important to both of them because they started it together. You weren’t going to be the one to come between them. You were simply going to help your friend out and go on your way home. If Dean wanted to join you later, that was fine. But you weren’t supposed to mix business with pleasure.

 Dean parked in his designated spot out the back of the bar. There was a spot for him and a spot for Sam. No one else had access to park back here. You kicked your door open, circling around the car to the front. Dean motioned for you to follow him to the doors around the front of the building.

 The second you walked into the empty bar, you smiled to yourself. This bar wasn’t like any of the bars you had been in and you had been in many of them during your college days. They wanted their place to feel like home in some sense. There was a jukebox in the corner that played only classic rock. Lots of room for people to dance. Enough tables for people to sit. Booths for those who had bigger groups. Couches and chairs set up around the tv. By the actual bar, he had stools set up all around and a tv up on the wall so people could watch from there. He had all his liquor on display and coasters stacked, ready to go. All his glassware was branded with the bar's name, and a cowboy hat. This place was something to be really proud of, that was for certain.

 “Well well, look who it is,” Benny smiled. “I’ll be damned if it isn’t miss Y/N walking in for the first time in forever.”

 “Hi Benny,” you grinned

 “Hiya darlin,” he beamed. “What can I get for you tonight?”

 “I’m working tonight,” you told him, circling around the back of the bar. “Boss needed and extra set of hands.”

 “If you need help with anything, Y/N, just let one of us know. I know you know what you’re doing,” Dean nodded.

 “You’re damn right I do,” you said confidently. You grabbed an apron from the shelf beneath the cash register. You had a notepad, a pen and a cloth in there, ready to get to work. It had been a long time since you had stepped foot behind a bar, but you were sure you were going to snap right back into it pretty quickly. “Let’s do this.”

 It wasn’t long before people flooded into the bar. Some people just getting off work, having a drink to wind down. Others coming in in groups. The three of you worked in a perfect sync with one another. Pouring and mixing drinks the fastest you could get them to the customers in a timely manner. In record time, you had about fifty dollars in tips. The night was just getting started.

 You glanced around the room as soon as the first rush died out. Everyone was distracted in some way. A group of guys watching a game on the couch by the tv. A few women sitting at a table, gossiping about their week and their husbands. Then there was a few loners sitting at the bar, sipping away at a beer or a glass of whiskey. Trying to unwind after the week. You wiped down the counter top.

 “Hey there,” a man greeted you, taking a seat at the counter right in front of you. His smile was wide as he placed his hands on the countertop.

 “What can I get for you?” you asked, taking a deep breath as you tucked your cloth back in your apron.

 “Your phone number for starters,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows twice. You wanted to scoff but you were working. You weren’t about to ruin Dean’s business because some guy decided to hit on you. Not to mention, he wasn’t that cute. A man like him would be just like the rest of them. They’d get off and you’d be left finishing yourself off in the shower. You weren’t doing that again.

 “Your drink order, sir?” you corrected him, trying to keep your tone in check.

 “Whiskey neat,” he stated. “And that phone number.”

 “Whiskey it is,” you declared, putting the glass down on the napkin in front of him. You reached for the bottle of whiskey behind you, knowing full well he was staring at your ass. He was treating you like you were easy and that wasn’t okay with you. You weren’t doing that anymore. No more shitty guys.

 “Don’t play hard to get, baby,” he frowned. “I saw you eyeing me the second I walked in here tonight.”

 “Enjoy your drink,” you said, your voice void of all emotions. You walked away from him, taking your cloth once more before heading out to the customers area to begin cleaning up empty glasses and bottles. Dean and Benny were still working behind the counter, serving people. It had slowed down a little more. They still had the odd person come up to them.

 You wiped down every table, gathering all the empties. You snapped back into bartender mode pretty quickly. It was something you had done for years during your college years. Dean ran a really nice bar. Everything was really clean, but you also had a feeling that his brother had something to do with it. You took note of what needed replenishing to bring it out during your next trip. You gathered up what you could, placing it on the bar to move to the back when you had the chance to. You wiped down your last table before heading to the back. You could feel the creepy guy’s eyes on you and that told you to move quicker.

 “Baby c’mere,” he cooed, standing up. Your heart began to pound in your chest. You needed to move quickly.

 “Not interested,” you stated clearly, backing away from him. He was a big guy now that you saw him compared to you. He was tall and had a strong build. His hand made its way down to your ass, tugging you into him against your will. You tried your hardest to shove him off of you, but he barely budged. “Get off of me!”

 “Hey! Hey!” Dean shouted, making his way around the bar. “Hands off of her. Now!”

 “We were just getting to know each other, right baby?” He smirked, tugging you in once more. Hearing him say those words only angered you more.

 You pushed him once more, successfully getting him off of you, but not getting as far as you would have liked. “Get the fuck off of me.”

 Dean stepped between you and the douchebag, getting in his face a little more. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched that he was pissed. When Dean was pissed, no one wanted to be near him.

 “House rules. Respecting others, especially women is the second on that list. Sexual harassment is unacceptable. Get the fuck out of my bar,” he warned him, “I’m not going to ask you again.”

 “Whatever, she’s a cheap piece of ass anyways,” he scoffed, throwing down a bill on the counter before grabbing his jacket, heading to the door.

 “You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked as he turned to face you. His hand came up to the side of your head.

 “Yeah,” you nodded.

 “You want a drink,” he offered you, smiling softly.

 “No thank you. I’m good,” you smiled before heading around the back of the bar to finish cleaning up. You also knew you’d be safer behind the bar and that was where you wanted to be.

 “You sure, darlin’?” Benny raised his eyebrow. “I can make you a mean drink.”

 “I’m sure. I don’t drink,” you stated, placing the empty bottles in the bin.

 “Since when?” Dean furrowed his brows. “We got drunk together a few months back.”

 “Since whenever,” you shrugged.

 “I feel like there is more behind this then you’re leading on,” Benny side-eyed you with a bit of concern.

 “There is, but we’re dropping this now, okay?” you smiled, heading over to the counter to serve the next customer.

 As you handed the customer their drink, Sam walked into the bar. His hair was a bit of a mess and he looked to be in a bit of a rush. You stiffened a little. After all, Sam had to know all about you now. His mom had to have said something to him. He had always been nice to you, but that was back then. There was a whole other side to you and your family now. Sure, Sam was nice, but he wasn’t going to be happy you were here if he knew anything.

 “Hey,” Dean greeted his brother. “How’d it go?”

 “Good,” he smiled to himself. “Place is picked out and booked. We officially have a date.”

 “Don’t leave me in suspense, Sammy. Wedding date now,” Dean chuckled, wiping down a glass.

 “September 15th,” he grinned widely, reaching his hand up to the back of his head.

 “I’ll save the date,” he nodded with a big smile. “Congratulations, little brother!”

 “Thanks, De,” he shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

 You stood behind the bar awkwardly, not knowing if you should say something, or go do something else. You didn’t want to be in the way of him. This was his business too. You pulled your cloth back out, and decided to head back out to the floor to wipe down the tables again.  

 “Dean, what is she doing here?” you heard Sam say.

 “She’s helping us out because I asked her to,” Dean stated.

 “Dean, you know-”

 “Sam-”

 “No Dean, if mom or dad was to walk in right now, you’d be in so much shit,” he stated. That was your queue. You weren’t welcomed and you weren’t going to ruin a family business. You had no idea why you even agreed to in the first place. Mary told you that you were never going to be good enough for her family. Why did you think you’d be good enough to work at her son’s bar?

 “Sorry,” you breathed out, as you untied your apron. “I’m- I’m gonna go, Dean. I don’t want to ruin your business or your relationship with your family. You don’t have to pay me for tonight.”

 “Y/N, wait,” Dean called out as you began to walk away.

 “Dean, it’s cool,” you nodded, assuring him it was.

 “No, it’s not cool, Y/N. I invited you here tonight,” Dean declared, walking over to you. “My mom and dad don’t own this bar. Sammy and I do. I’ll tell you again. I don’t care who your mom is or was to my parents. I care about you and who you are to me. If Sammy has a problem with it, then he can stow it for tonight. You are welcome in this bar.” His hands made their way to your arms, holding you in place.

 “Dean, I’m not worth the trouble, okay?” you smiled weakly, pulling the few bills out of your pocket, handing them to him. “This is yours.”

 “No, they are yours. You earned them tonight. All tips are yours,” he stated.

 “Y/N, please stay,” Sam called out.

 “Please, sweetheart,” Dean pleaded, holding his hand out for you to take. “You’re off the clock. Just hang out with us for a little while. You said you needed to get out more.”

 “You want a drink Y/N?” Sam offered, grabbing a clean glass from beneath the counter.

 “Okay,” you nodded. “Water would be great.”

 “W-water?” Sam furrowed his brows.

 “She doesn’t drink,” Benny added in.

 “Ah, okay,” Sam nodded.

 You walked around the bar, taking a seat on the stool behind the bar. Sam placed a glass of water with a few ice cubes on the counter in front of you, giving you a soft smile. You knew he was trying to keep a smile on his face to keep you around for the night. It was forced at best.

 “So, no guy in your life right now, Y/N?” Benny questioned you. “You usually have someone-”

 “Nope, I don’t. Not right now,” you smiled at him, bringing your water up to your lips. Great, even Benny knew you got around, you thought to yourself.

 “You want someone? ‘Cause you know, I’m single and you’re-”

 “Benny, knock it off,” Dean warned him. “She doesn’t need another guy hitting on her tonight. House rules.”

 “What? ‘M I not good enough for you,” he teased playfully before serving the next customer.

 “You’re not my type,” you giggled. “My track record states that I only go for dicks. You’re a nice guy.”

 “So Y/N, I gotta ask,” Sam started, taking another stool, sitting close by. “I know you grew up with your mom-”

 “Sam,” Dean called out, his voice laced with a bit of anger.

 “It’s okay Dean,” you assured him.

 “Was it just you and your mom or was your dad ever around?” he questioned. You knew he was curious, and he didn’t seem to want to cause any harm to you. It was a simple question. Nothing you hadn’t been asked a hundred times before.

 “No. It was just me and my mom. I never knew my dad, in fact, I’ve never met him or know his name for that matter. My mom always told me he didn’t want anything to do with me and that was why he wasn’t around. He didn’t want me and that’s why it was the two of us. I have no idea who my dad is, or if he’s even alive at this point. I never knew anything about him,” you shared with him.

 “Were you ever curious?” Dean added in, stepping closer to you and Sam.

 “Yeah, of course I was. I grew up without a dad. The kids at school were terrible to me because I didn’t have one,” you began. “I mean, look at me now. I’m a mess ninety five percent of the time. I just wish my mom would’ve been straight with me. But at the same time, my mom slept around a lot. She had a new boyfriend every month. I doubt she even knew who my dad was.”

 “Do you think she was hiding it from you?” Sam brought up.

 “In some ways, yeah. I asked her when I was eighteen, before I left for college and she said there was no point. My dad was probably dead.”

 “If you ever wanted to find out more, Y/N, I’m sure I could do a little digging for you,” Sam offered you. It was a kind gesture but it wasn’t worth it.

 “I’m not worth that kind of trouble, Sam. I don’t want to cause any more issues with your family than I already have.”

 “Your mom’s issues weren’t your fault, sweetheart,” Dean reminded you.

 “Dean’s right, Y/N. What your mom did in the past has nothing to do with you. It bugs the hell out of my mom because you look like her. It’s still wrong that she treated you the way she did. You’re nothing like your mom,” Sam said with a sad smile. It was really nice to hear those words coming from Sam. Especially now that you were here. You didn’t want him to hate you like his family did.

 “Okay,” you breathed out. “I’m giving you the okay to take a look. It can’t hurt to find out my family history. And I’m curious as to what my mom hid from me all my life. But I don’t want to make any contact if we find out who it is.” In reality, it was probably good to find out in case you had a family history of cancer or something like that. It was too late now to ever have a father daughter relationship like you dreamed about when you were ten.

 “Deal. You are always welcome to change your mind later on, okay?”

 “Thank you,” you smiled softly at him. “Means a lot to me that you want to do this.”

 “Well well, look who decided to show up for work,” Dean greeted the two people as they walked in.

 “I thought you were short tonight, De?” you furrowed your brows.

 “Chuck and Cas work later so we can go home at a decent hour,” he told you. Both of them walked behind the bar, settling their stuff underneath the cash.

 “Hey,” a man with curly-ish hair greeted you. “I’m Chuck.”

 “Y/N,” you waved at him.

 “So uh, how you doin’?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

 “Chuck,” Dean warned him, shaking his head.

 “Oh shit, sorry. Is she your-”

 “No she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my best friend,” he stated, earning a chuckle from both you and Sam. Dean was very protective over you, and you actually kind of liked that he was.

 “Oh god, that’s worse,” he breathed out sheepishly. “It was very nice to meet you, Y/N.”

 “You ready to head out, Y/N?” Dean offered with a smile.

 “God, yes please!” you beamed, hopping off your stool.

 “I’ll grab your number from Dean,” Sam nodded, giving you a wink. Dean grabbed his jacket as you circled around the bar for the last time. You couldn’t wait to go home and change into your pyjamas. You couldn’t wait to be in the privacy of your apartment so you could finally unwind for the night.

 Dean followed behind you as you lead the way to the impala. It was just after eleven when you looked at the clock in the impala as Dean started her up. It was a long night, and some parts of it sucked, but for the most part, you were glad you did it with Dean there. His friends were also nice people to be around so that certainly helped.

 “You did good tonight,” he smiled at you as he turned out of the parking lot.

 “What can I say, I’m an ex bartender,” you chuckled. “Thanks for asking me to come out tonight.”

 “You’re welcome,” he nodded.

 “If you’re up for it, you wanna hang out at my place for a bit?” you asked him. “Only if you want to.”

 “Yeah, I’d love to,” he agreed.

 It was almost eleven thirty by the time you arrived at your front door with the keys in your hand. Dean stood right behind you, keeping a close distance. You figured after that creepy guy at the bar tonight, he was keeping you close in case something was to happen. You really did enjoy how protective he was of you. He had been ever since that day the two of you made up. It was nice to have someone want to keep you safe from harms way.

 You threw your keys on the counter as soon as you walked in. Dean locked the door behind him and kicked off his shoes on the front mat. You leaped onto the couch, flopping down on your back, earning a laugh from your best friend.

 “Long night, huh?” he said as he sat down next to you.

 “Very! I love being hit on by creepy guys. It’s my favourite,” you joked, moving up to a sitting position to give him more room on the couch. Your couch was big enough for two people to sleep on, but Dean just had to sit close to you.

 “You used to enjoy guys like that,” he teased you.

 “Eh, I wouldn’t say I enjoyed them. I prefer guys with a little more respect. Not guys that grope my ass in a crowded bar while I’m working,” you breathed out. “I don’t know. Lately I haven’t been interested.”

 “In what?” he cocked his head to the side, looking over at you.

 “Dating. Men in general,” you shrugged, leaning against the arm of the couch. “Too much to focus on and I’m a mess most days.”

 “Not even sex for you?” he questioned.

 “Eh,” you smirked. “I’ve got my own ways of handling things in that department. It’s not like any of the guys I slept with before knew what they were doing. I’m just not wasting my time.”

 “Good,” he grinned. “You deserve better than that.”

 “What about you, Winchester? You’re nearly as bad as I am for taking random people home,” you pointed out.

 “Not as of recently,” he confessed, looking down at his hands. “Part of it is how busy I’ve been. No one has really caught my eye. Everyone these days are dating, and settling down. After Cassie, I don’t really want to date right now. Especially since she left things open for when she gets back.”

 “I don’t blame you,” you nodded. “Would you get back together with her if she were to show up at your door right now?”

 “Deep question there, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from her since we broke up. Not even an email. If she were to knock on my door, I don’t think I could just settle back in like nothing happened.”

 “That’s understandable,” you nodded. “At least you’ve moved on a little. We slept together.”

 “You’re the last person I slept with,” he admitted.

 “You’re my last too,” you nodded. “We’re doing awesome. Although, I certainly can’t complain. You were damn good. You kept up your end of the bargain beautifully.”

 “Well, technically I owe you one for tonight,” he joked with a smirk. “I know how to drive a good bargain.”

 “I’m down if you are,” you wiggled your eyebrows with a soft smile.

 “Actually?” he cocked his eyebrow.

 “What’s the harm?” you shrugged. “Not like we haven’t before.”

 “I’m definitely in if you are,” he nodded. “No pressure at all. Only if you want to.”

 “You’re too nice to me, you know that?” you smiled at him as you moved over. You threw your leg over his legs, settling down over his lap. His hands instantly reached for your waist as his eyes went wide.

 “I wouldn’t say nice,” he breathed out. “I just care ‘bout you is all.”

 “Well, thank you. I really appreciate that you care,” you smiled. “I care ‘bout you too.”

 “Alright, this is getting too chick flicky for my liking,” he stated, leaning forward. He captured your lips with his in a soft, heated kiss that had you instantly craving more. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tugging yourself closer to him as your tongue slipped over his bottom lip.

 His hands reached beneath your flannel, pushing the material over your shoulders in record time. You had a feeling this was going to happen fast. It was late after all, and you both had been working since nine this morning. It was going to be a quickie at best and that was more than okay with you. A quick fix to make you both feel good and that would be enough to put you to sleep right away.

 “You’re sure about this?” Dean asked you, pulling away a little.

 “Yes, more than sure,” you breathed out, pushing his flannel over his shoulders. “No foreplay this time.”

 “Got it,” he nodded. “Just a quickie?”

 “Quickie then bed,” you smile at him.

 “Roger that,” he agreed, tugging the hem of your shirt up your body, throwing it to the floor. You did the exact same to his, tearing it off of him as quickly as you could. He bucked his hips up to yours, and you could feel the bulge of him already. The thought of having him once more sent heat pooling in your core.

 You climbed off of his lap, toying with the button on your jeans before shoving them down your legs along with your panties. Dean unbuckled his belt, making quick work of removing his jeans and boxers, pushing them down his legs. His hard cock standing proud between his legs. Fuck, was he perfect.

 “Condom?” you asked him.

 “Wallet,” he nodded, reaching down to his jeans, pulling out the leather pouch. He opened it up, taking the foil packet from his wallet. You stepped forward, straddling him as he opened the packet with his teeth, taking the rubber out. You watched as he took his cock in his hand, rolling the condom down over himself. You reached behind your back, removing the final article of clothing from your body to reveal yourself to him once more.

 “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he smiled softly at you.

 “Dean,” you grinned, shaking your head.

 “You are,” he shrugged. “I like that I’m the one you went home with tonight after all the guys that hit on you.”

 “Thank you,” you half smiled. “You’re sexy as hell.”

 “Hell doesn’t sound all that sexy,” he teased you.

 “Shut up, Winchester,” you giggled. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

 “Please,” he chuckled.

 “Then ask me nicely,” you played, wanting to test him just a little.

 “Y/N, will you please let me put my dick inside you?” he let out a laugh, not able to keep a straight face through the entire sentence, making you laugh along with him.

 “I can’t believe you actually asked,” you cackled.

 “Shut up,” he shook his head, trying not to laugh more than he already had. “The things I do for you.”

 “Hey, the way to a girl’s heart is through humor, Winchester,” you pointed out.

 “Yeah yeah,” he scoffed. “Alright, I’m going to touch you now. Make sure you’re ready for me.”

 “By all means,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. His right hand came down between your legs, his middle finger brushing through your folds to see if you were ready enough for him. You knew you were more than ready to take him. The mere sight of him had you ready to go. The kissing certainly helped you get there too. He was a damn good kisser.

 “Fuck, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You’re sure?”

 “Yes,” you nodded. “You’re sure?”

 “I am,” he agreed. “Whenever you’re ready.”

 You balanced yourself on his shoulders, moving up his body to get ready. You reached one of your hands down, taking his cock before lining it up with your entrance. Your eyes met with his as you positioned the tip in place. He nodded his head, not daring to break the eye contact you held. You let yourself sync down on him, slow and steady. His eyes fluttered shut as you surrounded him in your heat.

 “Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed out as he bottomed out inside you. You could feel him twitching a little as your walls grew accustomed to him. He finally opened his eyes, meeting yours as a smile played on his lips. He slipped his hands around your back, ready to help you move on him.

 “You feel amazing, De,” you told him, leaning forward, pressing your forehead to his.

 You made yourself more comfortable before beginning to move on him. He repositioned himself beneath you, making it easier for you to ride him, and for him to meet you halfway. As you sank down on him, he thrusted upwards. His grip was tight on you, keeping you close to him. He felt amazing inside of you. Hell, almost better than he did the first time. From this angle, his cock brushed over all the sensitive spots, getting you there a little bit faster than you were expecting him to.

 His lips trailed on your neck, making your fingers curl in his shoulders. Your walls fluttered around him at the sensation. You brought your hand up to his hair, carding through his soft locks as you continued to bounce on him.

 “Shit Dean,” you cried out.

 “Feels so good,” he muttered, pulling away from your neck. “So close.”

 “Faster,” you urged him on.

 His hands slipped down to your ass, pulling you closer to him. He shifted quickly, your back hitting the couch as he fit between your legs. He snapped his hips against yours, picking up the pace to get you both there. One of his hands reached between your bodies, toying with your clit to heighten your pleasure.

 “Dean, Dean, Dean,” you moaned. Your grip tightened around his shoulders, desperate to grab onto something to keep you grounded. You were panting profusely. You felt the tightness growing in your abdomen. You were so damn close.

 “Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged you on. “Let me feel you.”

 Your walls came crashing down around him as you let out a wanton moan. Your eyes fluttered shut as you threw your head back, letting the pleasure course it’s way through your body. Your fingers curled into his back, trying to hold onto something to keep you from floating away. Your vision went white and your body began to shake just enough for you to notice.

 “Atta girl,” he encouraged you as he bucked his hips into yours. You knew he was damn close to the edge. He just needed that final push.

 “Feels so good, De,” you whispered, trailing your shaky hand up into his hair. “Come for me, Dean.”

 “Shit-” he growled, picking up his pace just a little more. He gave three hard thrusts before his cock twitched. His seed filling the condom before he collapsed on top of you, letting out a breath.

 Your hand carded through his hair, playing with his soft locks as you both came down from your highs. You turned your head, looking at the time on the clock above your tv. It was just after twelve fifteen. You knew you had to get up and get ready for bed.  

 “I just realized we did that with the curtains open,” you giggled, glancing over at the big open window.

 “Well shit,” he let out a laugh. “I hope they enjoyed the show.”

 “We should get up,” you told him. “Get ready for bed.”

 “Yeah,” he breathed out, shifting himself up. He reached down, grabbing the base of his cock to remove himself with care.

 You were the first one off the couch, leaving your clothes on the floor. You headed into your bedroom, going straight to the bathroom. Dean wasn’t far behind you, throwing the used condom into the trash in your bathroom.

 “Uh, you’re welcome to stay if you want to,” you offered him. “Or you can go, whichever you want to do.”

 “Whichever you’re more comfortable with. I don’t want to overstep,” he stated, taking a step back.

 “We literally just had sex,” you reminded him. “I don’t know what would even be considered overstepping at this point.”

 “True,” he chuckled.

 “Well, if you’d like to stay, there is an extra toothbrush in my drawer and boxers in the top drawer in my bedroom,” you told him with a soft smile. “I’m going to shower to get the smell of sex and alcohol off of me. If you want to do the same, you know where the towels are.”

 “Alright,” he nodded, turning towards the shower. You watched as he turned the nozzle, setting it on hot. “You shower first and I’ll clean up out there.

 Dean was out of the bathroom, giving you a bit of privacy. You shut the door a little, giving yourself the comfort of being alone to do what you needed to do. You went to the bathroom before slipping into the shower.

 The water was the perfect temperature for you to clean yourself up. You were just going to have a quick shower to wash your body. You could wash your hair in the morning. You just wanted to feel clean. You had the feeling Dean was staying with you tonight, and you weren’t against it persay. You didn’t want him getting the wrong idea. You weren’t looking for a relationship. You hoped it was just sex for him. That you could handle with ease. You didn’t want to do the whole ‘feelings’ thing. Not with your best friend. Sleepovers were normal for friends. Two friends could have sex without it being weird. There was nothing wrong with casual sex.

 You washed your body quickly. You could feel yourself getting more and more tired the more you stood under the stream. You just wanted to get out, brush your teeth and head to bed. Nothing more.

 The water shut off and you stepped out onto the mat you had set out. You wrapped your towel around yourself, making sure it was tight. The mirror was all steamy, and you could barely see. Not that it was going to stop you from brushing your teeth.

 “Dean, you’re good,” you called out, reaching for your toothbrush. The bathroom door opened, revealing Dean in his boxers and nothing else. He was quiet as he went about, gathering what he needed to shower. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes off of him while he moved around.

 He hopped in the shower as soon as you finished brushing your teeth. The mirror was just starting to clear when you turned away, giving Dean the privacy he deserved. You noticed as soon as you were in your bedroom that Dean had thrown your clothes in the laundry hamper. His clothes were set on the chair in the corner of your room, folded nicely.

 You grabbed the first pair of panties from your drawer, and an oversized shirt to wear to bed. You could feel yourself starting to overthink this. You didn’t want anything to change between you and Dean. You didn’t see him as anything other than your best friend. You didn’t want to date him. You didn’t want a boyfriend or a serious relationship for that matter. You didn’t want him to get the wrong impression.

 You got dressed quickly, throwing the comforter back, slipping beneath the sheets. You heard the water turn off, which meant it was only a matter of time before he was joining you in bed. You lay on your back, adjusting the covers over your chest.

 Dean emerged from the bathroom in a pair of clean boxers, shutting the light out. He circled around the bed, following the same steps. He joined you in the bed, resting on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

 “You tired?” he asked you.

 “Now that the lights are out, not really,” you chuckled. “You?”

 “No not really,” he let out a laugh. “That was fun.”

 “It was. And I’m not usually for being on top,” you admitted with a half smile.

 “Why this time?” he questioned, turning his head to look your direction.

 “I don’t know. I guess I feel a little more comfortable around you. I’m not as nervous about some things, like the way I look for example,” you confessed.

 “You’re beautiful,” he said with a laugh. “Hell, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

 “What, like that?”

 “That. And sex in general,” he shrugged. “I’ve got what is probably not a good idea. But you said that you’re not looking to date anyone. I’m not ready to date anyone. We’re best friends and speaking from previous experiences one and two, sex is great between us. You’re comfortable with me, and I’m comfortable with you. Why don’t we continue sleeping together? You know, get each other off, try some new things?”

 “Like a friends with benefits kind of thing?” you inquired, furrowing your brows.

 “Yeah I guess so,” he breathed out.

 “How is that going to work, Dean?” you turned to face him. “It literally never works. There are too many rules, and someone always gets hurt in the end.”

 “Not if we don’t let it,” he reminded you.

 “Fair point. If we’re going this, and that’s a big if, Dean. I don’t want stupid rules and shit, okay? Friends who have sex, try new things; whatever. Nothing about our friendship changes,” you declared.

 “Done deal. I can agree to those terms,” he nodded.

 “Good. I’m all for sex, but as soon as something goes sideways, of gets complicated, I’m out, okay?” you breathed out.

 “More than okay,” he smiled at you. “Now, are you going to deny me after sex cuddling?”

 “We had sex like half an hour ago,” you scoffed playfully.

 “Friends are allowed to cuddle, you know,” he reminded you. “It’s not going to hurt you.”

 “Fine,” you shook your head. “You’re big spoon though.”

 “Turn around then,” he smirked.

 You turned over, trying to make yourself comfortable on your side of the bed. Dean slipped his arm around your middle, his chest pressing against your back. You let yourself melt into him, feeling safe in his hold. You knew for a fact that he was going to keep the nightmares away tonight.  

 Maybe after sex cuddling wasn’t so bad after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 5 coming Tuesday!

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