#Mack babe she don’t even like you

[i-love-ptv]

“Lana, How I Hate Those Guys” ୨୧

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Fem!Reader

Fluff, Sarah being the bestest friend ever, slight JJ and Kie slander (srry i love them tho), slight twist at the end ;)

Wc: 1,181 (ish)

An: Woah chat, character unlocked 😈 Why does literally nobody write anything for her?? Platonic or not 😰

Randomly wrote this?? Also way longer than I’d thought it’d be?? Hope you enjoy tho!

Feedback always appreciated bbs! <33

“Oh my god Sarah, like what the fuck does he mean that we were just ‘friends with benefits?’ It sure didn’t feel like it when he’d be practically wrapped around my body during every bonfire.” You exclaim with a huff.

You knew it wouldn’t be just smooth sailing when you met JJ.

You had heard of his reputation of course. A new girl wrapped around his arm every week, touron or not.

But for some reason, you had hoped that you two could somehow be something more. You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t fallen for the blonde rather quickly. Obviously, every other girl in Kildare couldn’t refrain from falling for JJ’s charm and sweet tone.

You unfortunately, suffered like the rest, that were just tossed aside when he got bored. When you met JJ at the boneyard of the cut, he had called your whole “arrangement” or what not, off.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, did you know that his name isn’t even JJ? it’s short for fucking John Jay.” Sarah says with a snicker.

“No fucking way, are you serious?”

“Dead.”

She continues, “Like oh my god, John has to be the most generic name ever, plus it radiates dickhead energy.”

“…Your boyfriend also has the name John..?”

“Okay yeah, but we’re talking about JJ right now. Anyways, don’t let it get to your head babe, he’s just a stupid douchebag asshole- sorry can you relax your hand f’me?” Sarah says while she paints your nails.

It’s moments like these where you’re grateful for a bestfriend like her, despite all of the running around she’s doing with the pouges to get the gold, you both know that she’d drop everything in a heartbeat for you.

The two of you have been friends since childhood, originally meeting in the 2nd grade.

You both easily bonded due to coming from similar backgrounds; you were a kook as well.

You look up at her eyes and softly gasp, “Oh shit! Sorry. Anyways, I bet he’s got another girl in his bed right now. Y’know what? He’s probably busy trying to get into Kiara’s pants.”

“No pogue on pogue macking,” you scoff in a mocking tone.

“It’s actually such bullshit, I see the way that he looks at her, and of course I see how her eyes somehow always drift to him. I don’t know if she thinks I’m fucking stupid or if she’s dumb herself, but I figured that it’d pass. After all, didn’t she kiss Pope and John B?”

“Mhm, I think she just strives for attention, y’know? She’s always getting all pissy when I come around, maybe it’s ’cause I’m dating Bee and she’s not.” Sarah murmurs.

“You’re all done, by the way.”

You fall back onto the pillows on her bed.

“Boys are just so dumb Sar.” You groan.

“Definitely. Also watch your nails, hon.”

Sarah also lays back onto her pillows, leaning on one arm.

There’s a few beats of silence between you two, just relishing in the moment while SZA’s ‘The Weekend’ plays softly through Sarah’s speaker.

“That’s it. No more moping and being gloomy. It’s a nice night out! We should do something!” Sarah exclaims.

You look at her with a quirked brow, “First of all, I don’t mope, second, what could we possibly do at this hour?”

“That’s the thing! We can just plan it along the way! That makes thing 10 times more fun.” The blonde says with a grin.

You think for a few seconds, and come to your conclusion, “Actually, yeah! That sounds good. Let’s go.”

Sarah squeals and jumps up from the bed, pulling you with her.

You and Sarah quickly pull on your hoodies, since that night chill will surely get to you both, and the two of you slide your flip flops onto your freshly painted toes.

Sarah grabs her speaker and keys, and put them into her tote bag, the one she had painted the day you two had made your ‘bikini crates’.

The two of you giggle while somewhat rushing down the stairs, without a care in the world.

“Sarah? Where are you two going?” You hear Rose call out.

Sarah looks at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She grabs your hand and with that, you both left.

You and Sarah had been running around outside for around an hour, your flip flops slapping against the pavement as you skipped around yelling the lyrics to ‘Melt’ by Kehlani.

You two had somehow managed to make it to figure 8 beach. There was something about it that always lured you and Sarah to it.

Sarah doesn’t hesitate to kick off her flip flops and set down her tote bag.

“C’mon babe! Get in with me!” Sarah shouts as she giggles and makes grabby-hands out towards you.

“But we don’t have any bathing suits!” You shout back, equally as loud.

“Who cares?! It’s just us!”

Sarah strips down and then looks at you expectantly.

You sigh, and begin to pull your hoodie over your head.

“Hell yeah sexy! Free those tittiesssss!” She drags out.

She grabs your hand after you finish, and starts running towards the water.

“Christ Sarah! Slow the hell down!” You shout while trailing behind her.

As you start to feel the water work its way up to the middle of your calves. Sarah looks back at you and yells, “Jump!”

You both dive make a splash, you find one another whilst you're underwater.

You come up with her, with your hands around her neck.

You brush her wet hair out of her face and look deeply into her eyes.

Her eyes remind you of the tree bark that you used to hug and climb when you both were younger, well, the bark that you would climb.

Sarah was never able to do these kind of activities, for her parents were stricter than yours. But this wouldn’t stop her from watching, and cheering you on.

That’s one of the things you loved about Sarah.

How despite your interests somewhat clashing, she still remained by your side.

You grew fond of how she opened herself up to the world and allowed herself to do more, very quickly.

You were never upset when she started hanging out with the pogues, in fact, you encouraged it. You wanted her to be happy, and you hoped that she’d allow you to stick around to see it, thankfully, she did.

Sarah’s whisper breaks you out of your thoughts, “Boys totally suck right? They’d never have this much fun with us.”

“Right.” You say, just as soft.

You continue to stare at her.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up, loser.” You say with a slight grin, nothing but affection coming from your semi-chapped lips.

You’re glad that she drops everything for you in a heartbeat.

But you also wish that maybe, just maybe, she’d look at you differently..The way that you look at her.

But until then, you’ll still remain grateful for a bestfriend like her.

Fuck JJ. God, John B’s one lucky bastard.

[yoursweetestbunny22]

Rudy pankow x Co-star!Reader [social media au]

Rudeth

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y/nuser i made some pancakes and took them to the set!! Everyone liked them, I think I should focus on cooking and forget acting..just sayin🎀

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rudeth

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y/nuser

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rudeth

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rudeth In the depths of my being, you reside as the essence of my existence. With every beat, I confess: I am yours, wholly and eternally.

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Bunny : this was my first social media au so hope you like it!!

[livesincerely]

”Hi,” a voice says, much closer than he expects. Davey turns to find a woman at his elbow—pretty, with long, tawny hair and big brown eyes—and her smile is sweet and a little shy. “I’m Julia.”

”Uh, hi,” Davey replies, a little confused.

His first thought is that she needs help flagging down the bartender; Davey’s tall and the place is packed, so it’s a reasonable assumption.

Instead, she says, “I don’t usually do this, but, I thought, maybe— And, my friends said I should just be brave and go for it, so, uh, would you be interested in maybe going out sometime? With me?”

”Oh, uh,” Davey rubs a hand over the back of his neck, a little thrown. He scrambles for a good way to turn her down without being mean. “I’m actually not—“

”Dave, did you want any food or just the drink?” Tony asks, tugging at his shirt sleeve to get his attention.

Davey latches onto him like a lifeline.

”I’m here with my boyfriend, Tony,” he lies, throwing an arm around Tony’s shoulders and pulling him in close.

Tony, because he’s the absolute best and Davey’s new favorite person, doesn’t even miss a beat.

“Oh, hey,” he says, curling into Davey’s side. “Sorry, this one’s taken, but believe me, I understand the appeal.”

”Oh my god,” Julia says, looking mortified. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize—“

”No biggie,” Tony says easily. “It happens.”

He turns back to Davey, lifts up on his toes, and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “Come on, babe,” he says, with a ridiculous eyebrow wriggle. “Help me carry our drinks.”

Julia excuses herself with another flustered apology—Davey almost feels bad, but mostly he’s relieved at how relatively painless the whole exchange was.

“I owe you one,” Davey murmurs to Tony as they escape, heading to their table.

Tony snorts. “Oh, trust me, I’m about to get it back, with interest, in sheer entertainment value.”

“What do you mean?” Davey asks.

“Judging by the look on his face, Jack definitely saw what just went down,” Tony says, oddly vindictive. “And he ate the last of my fucking Froot Loops yesterday, so he deserves what’s coming to him.”

“What’s coming to him?” Davey questions, a little too drunk to follow this new thread of the conversation.

“Don’t worry about it,” Tony says, patting his shoulder. “Here, sit.”

He pushes Davey into the open seat next to Jack—who's watching them with a strange expression, tension pulling at the corners of his mouth.

That tension only grows more pronounced as Tony plops himself into Davey’s lap and makes himself nice and comfortable. Davey just wraps his arms around Tony’s waist, resigned to this becoming A Whole Thing.

”Everyone here owes me money,” Tony announces gleefully to the table at large. “He didn’t even make it five minutes.”

There’s a collective groan.

“Who was it this time?” Specs asks, digging into his pockets for his wallet.

”Girl at the bar,” Tony says, nodding in the right direction. “The one in the green dress.”

The whole group turns to look as one, not even trying to be discreet. Davey resists the urge to sigh.

“She actually seemed normal,” Tony continues, with audible disbelief. Davey wishes he could take offense but, unfortunately, it’s well-warranted. “Cute, too. I wouldn’t’ve chased her off if Dave hadn’t signaled.”

”And where did kissing him factor int’a the equation?” Jack asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

“You kissed Davey?” Albert asks loudly, looking intrigued. He turns to Davey and continues, “You let him kiss you? Don’t’cha know where his mouth has been?”

“Fuck off, Albie, I’m fresh as a fucking daisy—“

“No one should be kissin’ Davey,” Jack insists with a scowl.

“Dave didn’t mind,” Tony says with a smirk. He’s clearly enjoying this way too much. “And anyway, we had’ta sell it.”

“Oh, I bet you fucking did,” Jack mutters under his breath.

“How come Racer gets to mack on Davey?” Albert complains, which tracks—tequila always makes him pouty. “It’s my birthday! If anyone gets to kiss Davey, it should be me.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how that works,” Romeo tells Albert as Jack sputters soundlessly.

“Sure, it does,” Al insists. “Hey, Dave, can I kiss you?”

“No one is kissing Davey!” Jack says. He kind of looks like he’s got a swarm of bees in his mouth, his cheeks flushed and puffed out, his jaw working furiously.

“Uh, not with that fuckin’ attitude,” Albert scoffs, extremely unimpressed. “How ‘bout it, Dave?”

Davey blinks. “Um…”

“No one else is kissing Davey,” Jack orders.

[ladylooch]

Bones - Part 3 [Mack x David]

A/N: Christmas with the Hischier’s sounds like heaven to me. Add in David Carlson and 🤯. I am in love with how different these two grew up and how deep their connection is now as adults. Like the dynamic between growing up a farmer’s son and an international hockey star’s daughter is so soft here. As for the second part, oh Mackie…. 🫠😬

Word Count: 4.5k

“David?” Mack’s whisper streaks through his quiet bedroom.

“Mmm?” He asks from where his head is stuffed deep into his pillow.

“Wake up! It’s Christmas!” She bites her lip, waiting for him to stir. He doesn’t. He stays silently still on the other side of the bed. Mack is about to whisper again when he suddenly launches up, sucking her into his arms and rolling so she is pinned under him. “AH!” She yells then bursts into giggles as he starts to tickling her sides. “No, no, no! Stop I can’t breathe!” She finally wheezes. He relents, then rolls off of her, laughing at her gasps for breath.

“Do you think Santa came?”

“I bet Santa came upstairs…”

“Can we go?”

“Yeah Lucie texted.”

“Yes!!!!!!” David flies out of bed, rushing to his closet to grab clothes to put on. Mack is already ready to go in their matching Christmas pajamas. David had to take his off because he got too hot last night. He comes out of the closet in them, adorned in leaping reindeer, hands on his hips in a super hero pose.

“Dreamy…” Mack murmurs, lips pursed as she takes him in. Her man is soft and sweet and good. So perfectly good. He walks over to the bed. Mack stands, letting him gather her into his arms and carry her to the kitchen. 

“Coffee, yeah?” 

“Mhm.”

“What creamer do you want?” He asks, peaking into the fridge. “How is there four now?”

“I wanted to try them all! They’re all different…” She sticks her tongue out at him. “And I want the peppermint one.”

“Okay, princess.” He mumbles. Mack kicks at his butt as he walks by.

“Be nice. It’s Christmas.” 

“I am plenty nice.” David insists. “So nice you just sit there and look pretty, princess, while I make your coffee.” He grabs her favorite mug of his from the dishwasher before going back to the espresso machine and starting it. “So…” David says as they watch the espresso drip into the small, glass cup. “Don’t the Swiss usually celebrate Christmas on the 24th?” Mack brightens.

“Oh! Yes! Did you read that?” 

“Mhm.” He murmurs.

“You could have asked me.”

“I wanted to look like I know what I’m talking about.” He chuckles. “And you decorate the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve?”

“We never did that. It was always up after American Thanksgiving.” 

“Your mom?”

“Yes, we did a lot of American traditions after moving to Switzerland because mom was homesick. Lucie too.” Mack shrugs. “I didn’t care as long as Santa still came. He started coming twice when we moved.”

“Oh is that what December 6th is?”

“Yes- it’s Samichlaus Abend! Translates to Santa Night. But yes he comes on the 6th back home. So we would get presents on the 6th- usually a lot of chocolate. Maybe special cookies or dessert too. But then on Christmas, American Santa came and that was like toys and clothes and things like that.” 

“Best of both worlds.”

“Yeah, I think my parents did a great job blending our customs together. We grew up truly Swiss- American.”

“You consider yourself more European though?”

“More of my formative years were there.” Mack shrugs. “It’s not like I mind living here now, though, or I don’t consider myself American at all. But they’re two different parts of me.” Mack watches him pour her coffee together, then he hands her the cup. She savors her first sip, watching him walk across the kitchen to make a pot of coffee now for himself. “You make me feel very Swiss though.” He looks over his shoulder at her with a questioning look. “Like, you are very American. You grew up in the Heartland. You’re a farmer, a hockey player, and you blend in both in the city and the country. I feel like I stick out even in New York sometimes.” 

“The best thing about here, babe, is that it’s a melting pot of different cultures, places, and customs. I think the fact that you have so much to you makes you an American.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You might be the minority with that thought.”

“I don’t really care.” He chuckles, rubbing a hand over his hair. “You’re my girl. That’s all I care about.” He grabs a cup for him out of the cabinet to his left. “But I will take some Swiss chocolate from uh… Swiss Santa.” Mack starts to laugh. “I’m not even gonna try to say it.”

“I can teach you Swiss German if you want.”

“Honey, I’m a lost cause on English.” Mack chuckles.

“I’m fine if you don’t want to learn it. Just means I can talk shit about you to your face.”

“No, you can’t. Your face and tone would give you away.” He slaps her ass as she hops down from the counter. “Plus, you like to fight so you’d want me to understand.” He cages her into the counter with his big arms and body. 

“No fighting on Christmas.” She murmurs in Swiss German. David’s eyes look sideways, then back to her suspiciously.

“I know this one. It roughly translates to kiss me?” Mack tilts her head back and laughs loudly.

“Yes. Please, American Santa.” She mumbles, tossing her arms around his shoulders. She pulls him down to her and they make out until the coffee maker finishes David’s Folgers.

With coffees in hand, they head upstairs to the Wood apartment. Stella opens the door with an exaggerated whine.

“What took you so long!?” She snaps.

“I bet I know.” Connor chuckles from where he is laying on the couch. 

“Coffee.” David cheers his cup at his defense partner. 

“We have coffee here?” Lucie questions.

“He doesn’t like it.”

“There is something wrong with you.”

“Too American.” Mack smirks at David.

“Hello!!!! Can I open my presents yet?” Stella asks.

“Can you ask nicely yet?” Connor asks, popping up from the couch and rolling his eyes at his wife in regards to their daughter.

“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that.” Lucie chuckles.

“Everyone here seems to know except you.” Mack laughs. “2.0.” Lucie sticks her tongue out at Mack.

“Come over her and stuff a caramel roll in your mouth so you’re quiet.” Lucie holds a plate out to Mack.

“Oh, are these mom’s?”

“Yeah. Hey Stell, go pick out what present you want to open first.” Lucie attempts to calm down the little feet stomps across the room.

“Okay!” She screeches. 

“Wait, can I help?” David asks her. Stella runs back, grabbing his hand and pulling the big hockey player into the living room.

“This one!” She points to the biggest.

“Are you sure? What is our decision process here?”

“Cause it’s the biggest.”

“But don’t you want to save the best for last?”

“No.” Stella snorts, like a child who has no semblance of patience. 

Mack bites into her caramel roll and is instantly pulled back in time to being a kid. She can clearly see herself sitting on a couch in a city to the West, folded into her dad’s lap as Lucie rips open her presents. All Mack wanted to do was sit with her dad. Every so often he would give her a slight squeeze, or a kiss on the cheek, or hold his palm out for her little fingers to hold. Here in her sister’s apartment, she now watches David. He is patient and kind with Stella. He doesn’t scold her for raising her voice or pitching a little fit about waiting longer. He soothes her and entertains her and listens to her when she voices her little frustrations. 

It’s sweet and has Mack thinking about how he might have been made for this uncle stuff.

“Okay, I think we better sit down. She is going to combust.” Lucie murmurs, grabbing her coffee and urging Mack to follow her.

The adults all sit and then a wrapping paper bomb goes off in the living room. Stella’s little fingers tear away at the Christmas themed paper. Strip after strip is tossed over her shoulder as Connor takes pictures of her destroying the packages.

“Oh my gosh! Thanks Santa!” Stell yells out after every single one. Mack feels David chuckle behind her, covering his mouth as she goes to town. 

“We just have to let her go.” Connor murmurs, wrapping an arm around his wife. 

“Can’t stop it.” Lucie agrees.

“Good thing she doesn’t have to share any of that attention.” Across the room, a look passes between Connor and Lucie.

“She will get used to it.” Connor insists. 

Now it’s Mack and David’s turn to share a look.

“I’m done!!!” Stella yells.

“Did you win something for being the fastest ever!?” Connor asks, swooping forward and picking her up. “Okay, be honest, what is your favorite.”

“That!” Stella points to the play vanity with fake make up, earrings and a new princess dress.

“Very Stelly.” Connor agrees.

The buzzer to the apartment chimes.

“Oh, that is mom and dad.” Lucie gets off the couch, bouncing over to her phone to let them in.

“Why didn’t we wait?” Mack wonders.

“I told them they had to be here by 8. It’s 8:10.” Lucie shrugs. “It’s not like they don’t have a full room of presents for her at their place.”

“Did you hear your dad? He told me to bring my truck over. What the hell…” 

“Bad.” Stella says, wiggling out of Connor’s arms. She runs down the room then comes hustling back, loaded down with her swear jar.

“You’re collecting taxes on Christmas!?” Connor howls. “Unfair!” 

“Stell, you should double the fine because he complained.” David tells Stella. A devilish glint glows in her eyes. 

“What if I pay in kisses?” 

“Kisses don’t give me legos.” 

���Oh my god.” Connor mutters. “I can’t afford double. Uncle Davey, can you cover me?”

“Just this once.” David drops $20 into her jar. Stella giggles with glee then runs back to put the jar in her room. 

“20?” Connor scoffs. “Okay money bags.”

“That's the smallest bill I got, man.” David laughs. He brings Mack tighter into his body, giving her a kiss on the temple as her parents walk in. 

“Merry Christmas!!!!!” Lexi squeals. “Look who we found at the airport!”

From behind her parents, Sophie Hischier bursts out. Lucie and Mack both rush over to her, collecting their little sister between them. 

“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!” She exclaims. 

“Deal with it!” Lucie yells back to her. “Soph!!!” 

“Let me see you!” Mack cups her cheeks. “Ugh stunning. So disgusting how pretty you are.” Sophie beams.

“Remember when we were young and full of life?” Lucie sighs.

“Yeah and then Connor got you pregnant?” Nico murmurs. The whole group gasps at Nico being the one to take the dig.

“Hey.” Connor pouts. “Not fair. Lucie looked old before then.” He bites his lip, bracing for the instant blow back.

Everyone laughs as Lucie runs across the floor and tackles Connor to the floor. Stella joins in too and they both perform a WWE smackdown next to David’s feet. He may or may not have joined in with a few fake elbows towards Connor’s face.

“Welcome to Christmas with the Hischiers, David.” Lexi shrugs her shoulders, then goes to give him a hug. 

The way David grins, Mack knows there is nowhere else he would rather be.

- - - & - - -

A bout of turbulence bumps Mack’s head against the side of the plane, jolting her out of her sleep.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have begun our descent into New York City. We are anticipating a few bumps on the way down and are asking the flight attendants to wrap up service early. We want to thank you for flying with us…”

Mack yawns, stretching her arms out in front of her. She glances at the man to her left who continues to click away on his laptop. Mack rolls her shoulders forward, then back, stretching out as much of her body as possible. She hadn’t anticipated sleeping on the plane, but she hasn’t gotten much sleep since she left New York for her latest assignment. 

It was a dream trip for her- a bucket list of getting to visit Iceland in the winter to get up close and personal with the Northern lights. She has never seen such vibrant displays of color in her entire life. But outside of that, the constant darkness did a number on her energy. The natives were so used to it. Mack can’t imagine going to work with it being dark for the entire time you’re there. Her body feels out of wack and she is hopeful that she will see the sun tomorrow morning. 

Mack pulls her phone out of her pocket, looking at the iMessages that came in while she was asleep. She looks through her boyfriend’s immediately, smiling at his nonsense chatter about his latest binge watch without her. He is still trying to convince her that she would love this fantasy land the whole country is obsessed with. Mack knows she won’t. It’s too gory and violent and not relatable. 

I’m about to land, she texts him. I slept for like two hours but I am so tired.

Are you and Lucie still meeting tomorrow morning for breakfast?

Yeah, I haven’t heard otherwise.

Go to my place then instead of home. You’ll get more sleep that way.

Mack smiles. He is so good to her.

That would be great. Thank you 😘

Now I’m jealous of my bed ☹️

Mack sighs at that, feeling similar about the hotel bed he is sitting in currently. The Rangers are on their big, West coast road trip which means Mack won’t be seeing David for another 8 days. A silver lining is that she will be able to work uninterrupted to get started on her story. She usually prefers to get it all out within a day of returning home, then work on editing for the next few days off and on. Mack works best when she gets all her thoughts onto paper, then makes little tweaks here and there. If she tries to force it all out of her at once and submit, she gets in her head about her writing. Like “will anyone actually read this?” and a lot of “who cares?”.

The pilot was correct that their landing is bumping and a bit unpleasant, even for a seasoned traveler like Mack. When they get on the ground, Mack sees the heavy, low hanging clouds that contributed. From their pillowy bundles, snowflakes fall. 

She’s home. But knowing she is going to an empty apartment without David makes her excitement dim. 

New York was never supposed to be home for her. It was supposed to be a place she crashed between assignments, maybe spent some time with her sister and her family, but it wasn’t supposed to be this place she looked forward to coming back to. It is only because of David. His absence has begun to weigh heavy on her both in New York and on assignment. Even while witnessing the most spectacular aurora dancing along the horizon, the only thing she could think was “I wish David was seeing this too.”

For this lone wolf, it’s alarming, but nothing she’s willing to put much stock into yet.

The process of getting out of the airport and into a cab is mundane. Mack gets annoyed at the traffic leaving the airport, just wanting to be in a comfortable, familiar space. When she pulls up to David’s building, she murmurs a thank you to the driver, then tips him after he sets her suitcase on the street.

“Good evening, Ms. Hischier.” David’s doorman, Philip, greets her. 

“Hi Philip. Slow night?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says as he opens the door for her.

“Try to stay warm.” Mack calls as she heads inside.

“I always do.” He smiles kindly at her. Mack waves and turns towards the elevators. She presses David’s floor, then digs in her bag for his key. In the Des Moines Airport, David handed her a key to his New York apartment on a light up, corn cob keychain. If you squeeze it, it flashes red, green, and blue lights. It’s touristy and tacky, but Mack smiles every time she uses it. Her exchange of keys with him involved a single key- no frills, no fuss, no fun (David’s words). 

She sticks the gold key into the lock and flips it, stepping into his dark, quiet apartment. Everything is clean and picked up aside from a single glass in the kitchen sink.  A few pieces of mail are set on the corner of the counter and a poinsettia plant from Christmas has seen better days. Mack wheels her suitcase to a stop, then grabs the plant, bringing it to the sink to give it some water. It is still going to die, but maybe she can enjoy it for a few more days.

Mack pauses at that thought. Is she staying here for days? She should probably go home tomorrow and get settled back in her space, especially if she is going to write. She puts the plant back on it’s stand after shaking out the excess water. Then she sets it back on the counter. She runs her hand along the cool stone counter, looking out at his place.

Everything is dark, warm colors. David mentioned he hired an interior designer to decorate his place after he bought it. The designer captured David’s personality well. The couch is a dark, espresso brown topped with tan pillows and a deliciously soft cream blanket. A massive TV dominates the wall with a gas fireplace beneath it that David never turns on unless Mack asks. Along the TV are built ins that hold various books, none of which are decorative, but all classics that the designer had painted to match the esthetic. 

“Who paints books?” David had asked Mack when he pointed them out to her. “Can’t read ‘em anymore cause the paint fumes give me a headache.”

She pointed out he could get rid of him. He shrugged. Why get rid of perfectly good books?

Mack chuckles to herself at that. She pulls her phone out, seeing a message from him asking her to check in when she gets settled. 

I made it. She sends him a picture of her in the kitchen, lips making a fish face. I see you let our love fern die.

Funny! You left town too? 

And you call yourself a farmer…

Those are fighting words, Hisch. I don’t have much food, but help yourself.

🥊 I’m going to go to bed.

Yeah, get some rest babe. I’ll talk to you in the morning?

I’ll call you when I’m up.

Okay. Hey, just so you know, you can stay as long as you like. But if you want to go home, I get it too.

Mack pauses, biting her lip for a moment as she contemplates.

Maybe I will ☺️ Someone has to nurse this love fern back to life.

Don’t let us die, honey. I love you, goodnight 😘

I love you too, goodnight 😘

Mack goes through her nighttime routine after putting her phone into Sleep mode. She cleans her face, slaps on some moisturizer then hurries through brushing her teeth. Her energy and self-care desires are slowly waining. She pulls back the comforter of David’s bed and sighs dreamily as she climbs into his spot in bed. Normally she sleeps on the opposite side, but tonight she wants to curl herself into his smells. 

Once comfortable, she pulls her phone up to do a quick scan through Instagram. She flicks through various posts from her friends. She tosses a like to Liv’s photo dump of LA with Luca. She clicks over into explore, seeing if there is anything worth looking through before she calls it a night. She pauses over an image of David with TRADE RUMORS in bold at the bottom of the icon. 

What?

She clicks on it, skimming the text. Essentially the Rangers are rumored to be shopping David because they don’t have the salary cap space to resign him this summer. So rather than letting him walk into Free Agency without getting a return, they are shopping him to teams outside the Metro division. 

A cold bucket of reality is slapped over Mack’s body. It may as well be ice cubes sliding down her spine with the shiver that rolls through her. 

David traded?

The thought never crossed Mack’s mind. She may not be the most NHL literate girlfriend, but she knows David has high value with the Rangers, especially as Connor’s partner on the first defensive pair. This is only one report, right? It can’t be more than a rumor.

But when Mack searches through more social media outlets, several additional reports from various different sources are reporting on this numerously over the last week, even as early as five days ago.

David didn’t share any of this with her. In fact, hockey has barely come up with them since she left for Iceland, other than him going out of town.

Mack sits up in bed, getting ready to text him. Then she thinks better of it. She is too tired to have this conversation. She places her phone on the nightstand then tucks her hand under her cheek. 

What happens if David is traded? Her stomach swirls at the thought of this taking him away from her. She’s so in love with him now. How could she handle this?

So much for that sleep she needs.

- - - & - - -

The next morning, in their favorite breakfast spot, Mack pushes her food around on her plate as Lucie cuts up pancakes for Stella. 

“I don’t want these anymore. I want strawberry ones.” The little girl whines.

“Well, you made a choice and we aren’t going to waste food.” Lucie says.

“Daddy would let me.” The four year old huffs. Lucie looks up at Mack and narrows her eyes as she saws through the pancake a little more forcefully.

“Should we call him and ask?” Lucie directs the question to her daughter.

“No.” Stella pouts. Connor would never side with Stella over his wife. All three girls at the table know that.

“Auntie, can I have your bacon?”

“Sure.” Mack pushes her plate towards her niece. Stella takes a piece. The waitress comes by and asks if they need anything else. Mack orders another coffee, hoping it will perk her up more.

“You jet lagged?” Lucie asks once she turns back to her own food. She swallows a bite of oatmeal and winces before gulping down water. Lucie has looked a little pale this whole meal, but hasn’t said anything about feeling sick.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” Mack admits. 

“Mama didn’t either. She was up a lot.” Lucie pauses, then tentatively spoons more oatmeal in her mouth. 

“It’s hard to sleep without the boys, huh?” Lucie continues. “I always feel like it’s too quiet with Connor gone.”

“Yeah.” Mack answers, then drops her gaze back to her plate.

“What’s up, Mackie?” Mack pauses, glancing at Stella who sucks up a big gulp of her orange juice. 

“Ahhhhh.” The little girl exclaims. For not wanting blueberry pancakes, she sure is scarfing them down. Mack continues to watch her shove the syrupy bites into her mouth. 

“What was it like when Connor got traded?” Mack asks. Lucie’s eyebrows furrow.

“Wow, that feels so long ago. Um, obviously not ideal because I was pregnant.” She takes another sip of water and pushes out a breath.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Lucie waves away. “But it worked out. He’s a captain now and fits in well with the Rangers. It’s been good for our family. He has great teammates. The organization takes care of us. Sometimes I wish it was still him and Lio on the same team, but David has been a good friend to Connor. Protects him out on the ice too.” 

“Were there signs?”

“Um.” Lucie contemplates. “I think Connor had some experiences where he thought it might happen. Just conversations with management and the coaching staff. Him and I talked about it, but we were so young and naive. We didn’t think it would really happen. Then it did.” She shrugs.

“So you two talked about it?”

“Yeah.” Lucie nods. She swallows then groans a bit. Mack watches her take another sip of water. She contemplates asking her if she is okay again, but she figures Lucie is going to lie to her again. “Why?”

“I saw some trade rumors on social media about David. But he hasn’t brought it up.”

“Maybe there isn’t anything to bring up.”

“Sure, but it’s been going on for a week. He didn’t bring it up while I was gone, or when I got back last night, or when I called him this morning. It’s been business as usual.”

“Hm. Connor did mention it to me this week.” Lucie admits. “But he didn’t seem to think there was a lot of substance behind the rumors. David will get a good contract extension this summer, but you might have to deal with some rough seas before hand. That’s part of the NHL lifestyle.”

Mack stares blankly back at her older sister.

Her skin starts to itch and her throat begins to tighten up. 

This feels like more than she signed up for. 

Her only response to her sister is a nod. 

They finish breakfast quickly because Lucie is clearly trying not to vomit all over the table. Mack has her suspicions of what is ailing Lucie, but it isn’t for her to say. 

“Are you coming back to David’s” Lucie asks as they step outside. 

“Um…” Mack trails off. She crosses her arms over her chest, tucking her hands into the sleeves of her jacket to protect them. “I think, I’m going to go grab my stuff and then head home. I should check on my place and make sure everything looks good.”

“Okay. Do you want to come over for dinner? We could watch the game together if you’re going to be back at David’s?”

“I don’t think so. I have to get started on my Iceland article. It’s due next week.”

“Okay.” Lucie responds. “Maybe we can do something when the boys get back this weekend?”

“Sure.” Mack nods as they begin to walk back towards the apartment building.

Mack says goodbye to Lucie and Stella, then heads to David’s. She quickly gathers her stuff, then puts his apartment back to the way she found it. She glances over his stuff, wondering what he would do with this place if he is traded. She frowns deeply, the lump in her throat expanding more. She shouldn’t think about that. She needs to get out of here, go home and get lost back in Iceland rather than the unknowns of NHL trade season. 

She walks out of the apartment, flicking the lock back into place. Her corn cob keychain bumps into the door, lighting up her bag when she tosses it inside.

In her rush, Mack completely forgets the reviving poinsettia on the counter.

Read more Mack and David here

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Piper is an amazing cook, and she loves to cook for you. To see your stuffed cheeks, pursed lips curve at the ends as you praise its greatness in nods and groans. She likes to take care of you and sometimes, she doesn’t know how. She can’t solve all your issues, even though she’d like to and there are days when the best she can do is sit you down and toss you a plate of the best vegetarian pasta you’ve ever had.

She refuses to let you cook with her though. You tried it a couple times but she got intensely frustrated when you accidentally stood in the way of where her spatula sat when she needed to flip the beyond burgers.

When you moved and handed it to her, she kissed your forehead hurriedly and then patted your waist, sending you in the direction of the door with an “I love you, babe, but you need to go.”

The most she’ll let you do now is sit on the counter opposite the stoves and since her kitchen is huge, it leaves enough room for you to swing your legs and watch her dreamily as she rushes about. 

You prop yourself up, tucking your feet in the cabinet handles underneath you as she pops open the garlic and sprinkles the pan.

“So anyways,” You continue, encouraged by the nod and grin she throws over her shoulder at you, “I assumed that it meant I could leave, so I did! And now she’s texting me, telling me it was disrespectful!!”

“Babe, she’s not worth your time.” Piper shakes her head, licking salt off her pinky and reaching for the chili powder.

“I know, I know.” You sigh, drawing little hearts in the marble beneath you, “I just wish people were more clear with what they mean! How am I supposed to know that when you say ‘You can leave if you’d like’ means ‘I don’t want you to leave but I’m too scared to say that’?!”

Piper chuckles as she turns down the heat and takes a detour over to you, trapping you between two hands on the counter. “Well, I hope you know what I mean when I say I love you.”

You giggle and wrap your arms around her neck, feeling the sweat from working in a hot kitchen tickle your fingers as you peck her lips. 

“You don’t have to say it, I can tell.”

“Yeah?” She returns your kiss with much more gusto, leaving your mouth pink and moisturized from her chapstick, “How, pray tell?”

“Baby,” You laugh, “You just spent an hour making my favorite soup because I told you I was upset. If that’s not love, I dunno what is.”

Piper breaks out in a grin that compliments her rosy cheeks well. She doesn’t have enough words to describe her care for you so she simply cups your cheeks and macks on you with a sloppy smooch that leaves you a giggling mess when she retreats to the stovetop.

She stirs it one last time before reaching for a bowl and pouring her love in. She garnishes it with mint leaves and slips a spoon in, handing it to you with a kiss and directions to go sit down.

You nod and pad away to the living room, switching on the show you’ve been binging together and blowing cool air on a scoop of pure yum.

You hear Piper clanging around in the kitchen as she puts away ingredients and washes dirtied dishes, a slight pep in her step when she hears you humming your content as you munch away happily.

She finishes quickly and grabs for herself a bowl before following in your steps and plopping down besides you on the couch, taking care to tip her bowl up as to not spill.

You collapse into her side with a happy sigh, spooning a bite into your mouth as you watch her taste her creation. She nods, concentration evident as she presses the food to the top of her mouth with her tongue and drinks in the flavor. Swallowing, she sets her bowl in her lap and whips out her phone, mumbling as she jots down changes to the recipe to make it better.

You smile and she catches your adoring look when she puts her phone away again, blushing at the obvious affection in your gaze.

“It’s good,” You reassure her, leaving a kiss painted with broth on her cheek, “It’s really good, I love it. Thank you.”

Her smile spreads from ear to ear and squints her eyes, breathing in your shampoo as you rest your head on her shoulder. “Anytime. I love you.”

She can feel a matching look grow on your face as you say, “I love you too.”

You stretch your fingers out for the remote, clicking play on the TV and stuffing your mouth full again as the episode begins.

Piper watches you out of the corner of her eye. Every time you take a bite, your expression flutters a bit as you savor it. She never sees that reaction with anyone else’s food and always makes her feel like her love is welcome, not matter the trouble or struggles that come with it.

You pause eating to press a long kiss to the corner of her mouth, once again spewing praises and affirming it’s exactly what you needed.

And when you pull away to tell her you love her again, she feels it in her heart as she knows you feel it in your belly.

[jj-nhlgirly]

Summer of Love:- Insecurities

Jack Hughes x F!Reader

AN:- thank you for the request anon, I hope you enjoy!! I used google translate so I apologise if any of it isn’t 100% accurate 🫶🏼 ALSO I KNOW THAT JACK AND THE BOYS ARENT PART OF THE US TEAM ANYMORE BUT WE’RE ALL GONNA PRETEND THEY ARE 🙌🏼

TW:- mentions of toxic ex’s, hate comments and death threats, swearing, I believe that’s it if I’ve missed anything please let me know.

(Not my gif, credits to who made this)

It had been a few days since “shark week” as Jack so eloquently put it, had been and gone. Both Jack and Mackenzie glad it was over, as much as Jack loved Mackenzie there was only so much he could do when she’d burst into tears over seemingly nothing.

Mackenzie was relieved that she’d finished just before the world friendlies, Jack and the boys were due to leave in two days. The girls were unable to attend the first match as the Scooby gang were due to arrive at the lake house in 4 days time.

Mackenzie was sitting on the window sill in their bedroom looking over the lake thinking about Jack, how upset to be away from him she was going to be, but proud beyond belief at everything he had achieved. How incredibly lucky she was to have him in her life, to call him hers, sure Mackenzie had dated boys before Jack came along but no one had ever made her feel the way he did, in her mind there was no competition, no comparison, he was it for her.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts, Mackenzie turned her head in time to see the door being pushed open, Skylar popped her head through. “Hey Bambi, can we talk?” Skylar asked slowly, walking into the room. “Hey Sky, course we can” Mackenzie patted the space next to her, “what’s up pickle?” Kenzie asked. “I want to say I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. The way I acted was so wrong of me and I don’t know what came over me. Well actually I think I do, I think I was worried that I was loosing you to Jack, that you’d forget about me like dad did. It’s no excuse for the things I said and I don’t think that about you at all. I’m so lucky to have you as a big sister, a best friend and a role model. Everything you’ve done for me, and continue to do for me is amazing. I’m so grateful to have someone like you in my life, to guide me, protect me, be there for me no matter what. I know that you’ll always be a phone call away, day and night no matter what time it is.” Skylar finished.

Mackenzie sighed, “it still hurt to hear that Sky, do you know how disrespected I felt? How disrespected Jack felt? I’ve always valued your opinion, you know that. You knew how worried and nervous I was for you to meet Jack, I wanted you to like him, to get along, because if you didn’t then I wouldn’t have carried on dating him. It’ll always be you, Kaylee and I against the world and nothing and I mean nothing will ever get between us because I won’t let it. Just because I’m dating Jack, doesn’t mean I'm gonna stop being your sister. I will always be there for you but I can’t and I won’t let you disrespect Jack like that, not after he’s been nothing but incredible to me, I love that boy to death and I won’t let you ruin that” Mackenzie said firmly. Skylar nodded, “I know Kenz, and I’ve already apologised to Jack.”

“It’s gonna take time for me to forgive and forget about it all, but we’ll get there, and as long as you and Jack will try to get along again hmm? Can’t have my sister and my future husband not getting along” Mackenzie teased. “Future husband? You two might as well be married now” Kaylee teased as she walked in. Kaylee walked up to the two girls, giving each of them a cuddle and a kiss on the head before dragging them both downstairs to the boys.

“Finally!” Mackie exclaimed, “oh please Mack, we weren’t even waiting that long” Ethan defended. “Waiting for what? Where’s Jack?” Mackenzie asked as she scanned the room not seeing him, “I’m right here babe” Jack walked in from the kitchen. Mackenzie bit her lip, damn he looked good today she thought.

“We were thinking about going out for the day, before we leave for worlds” Trevor explained. “Sounds fun, what did you guys have in mind?” Kaylee asked. “Erm well we could go bowling?” Luke suggested, “oh yeah! Or mini golfing?” Mark suggested, “or skating?” Mackie joined in, “Boys, boys” Jack said, gaining their attention, “as much as they all sound fun, you’re forgetting Kenz only has one arm” Jack laughed as he gestured to Mackenzie, who waved her good arm up.

“Which makes activities we can all do limited” Quinn added, “and as much as skating sounds fun, I’m not confident in my ability to skate with one arm, I’m not trying to break the other arm here boys” Mackenzie laughed, causing everyone to laugh as well.

“We could go to the beach?” Luca questioned, Jack looked at Mackenzie unsure, “I’ll be fine at the beach I just can’t go in further than my knees in the sea” Mackenzie reassured. After agreeing to the beach, everyone made their way upstairs to change into bathing suits and pack some beach supplies. Entering their bedroom, Jack headed to the closet as Kenzie sat on the bed.

“Jack?” Mackenzie called as she laid back on the bed, “mhm” Jack hummed in acknowledgment as he picked out some swim shorts, moving onto Kenzie’s side of the closet to pick out a bikini for her. “I love you” Mackenzie spoke lovingly, “I love you too” Jack repeated before walking back over to the bed, climbing on top of her.

“Mhm well hello” Mackenzie mumbled as Jack leaned down to kiss her, “mhm, don’t think I didn’t see the way you were looking at me downstairs” Jack mumbled against her lips. Mackenzie smiled before wrapping her arm around his neck pulling him closer, “not my fault you look so hot today” she mumbled back.

“Really?” Jack pulled away, before being pulled back in, Mackenzie heating up the kiss by sliding her tongue across his bottom lip. Jack parted his lips to allow her access, their tongues fighting against each other for dominance. Jack placed his hands on her waist slowly sliding them up her torso, as his lips made their way across Mackenzies face and down her neck, sucking on her sweet spot.

“Mmm Jack” Mackenzie moaned out, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him closer to her, grinding against Jack’s crotch. “Jack please” Mackenzie whined as he pulled away, “we can’t right now baby, we need to get ready” Jack sighed. Mackenzie whined again as Jack climbed off her, starting to get changed. Kenzie sat up walking to the closet to pick out her bikini as Jack got distracted.

“You’re so mean, you know that Rowdy?” Mackenzie huffed as she began getting changed. Jack laughed as he pulled his swim shorts on, “how am I mean?” Jack laughed again as he saw her huff when she couldn’t tie her bikini bottoms, walking over to help. “You get me all going, and then you shut it down. AGAIN, you do it all the time” Mackenzie pouted, Jack sighed knowing something else must be going on.

“What’s up baby? What’s really going on?” Jack pulled her into a cuddle. Mackenzie relaxed instantly into his arms, “I’m just gonna miss you, and I don’t want you to forget about me” Mackenzie mumbled, Jack however couldn’t hear her, “what was that baby?” Jack pulled her face away from his chest but before she could repeat herself there was a knock on the door.

“Are you two ready? We could use Jack's help loading the car, some of the boys have gone to the store up the street for some snacks and drinks for everyone” Quinn spoke, Mackenzie sighed, “yeah that’s fine, Jack’s ready.”

Mackenzie turned away from Jack far quicker than normal and didn’t even give him a second look before walking into the bathroom. Jack furrowed his brows, a feeling of dread and guilt washing over him as he left to help his brother. Mackenzie’s actions seeming far too familiar for Jack. Quinn noticed the anxious look on Jack’s face as he left the bedroom. “You ok Rowdy?” Quinn asked, “yeah fine, what needs moving?” Jack asked as he made his way downstairs.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Mackenzie was attempting to tie her hair up, and put on her bikini top, shouting for Kaylee to help her. “Well hey wifey” Kaylee smirked as she walked into the bathroom. “Hey” Mackenzie mumbled, Kaylee frowned as she tied Kenzie’s neck bikini strings up. “What’s up Kenny-bear?” Kaylee asked, moving onto the back strings, “Just worried about Jack” Mackenzie mumbled.

“Why, He’s fine isn’t he?” Kaylee asked confused, “yeah, yeah he’s fine. I mean I'm just worried about being away from him. The girls love him, that's no secret, and whilst our relationship is public that doesn’t mean some girls are gonna respect that, what if he forgets about me? Find someone better?” Mackenzie rambled.

“Girl… do you remember your name? Your birthday? Who am I?” Kaylee checked Mackenzie’s temperature. “Kay what are you doing?” Mackenzie swatted her hand away. “Oh so you haven’t been possessed or woken up with amnesia” Kaylee teased.

“What?” Mackenzie looked back at her confused, “if you think that boy is gonna forget about you, you’re stupid. Yes he gets a lot of online attention from the female fans but he doesn’t care what they have to say, or what they do to get his attention. And maybe if you weren’t so busy drooling over him everytime he walks into the room, you’d see how he’s looking at you and only you.” Kaylee finished as she tied the hair tie around Kenzie’s hair.

“It’s not Jack I’m worried about, it’s the fan girls. You know what it was like when we became public, it was a wild time in the comments. The hate comments, the death threats, the threatening to harm you and the Scooby gang, what if for some of them it’s not a threat anymore. What if something happens at a game?” Mackenzie stresses as the girls head into the bedroom. Kenzie grabs her yellow beach bag laying it on the bed, as she reaches for two towels, suncream, her sunglasses, Jack’s sunglasses, Jack’s devils hat, and their Bluetooth speaker. After packing everything, Kenzie throws on an oversized T-shirt before they head downstairs to join half of the boys and Skylar.

Walking past the living, Mackenzie and Kaylee could hear Skylar talking on the phone. “Hey Mama... nein, Mackenzie geht es gut... sie ist oben... wir gehen bald an den Strand... Ich bin mir nicht sicher... Ich glaube, er geht in ein paar Tagen... Ich kann Kenzie holen, wenn du willst... Kaylee ist hier... nein Mama, Jack’s hat sich um uns gekümmert... ja Mama” Skylar paused. “Hey mom... no, Mackenzie is fine... she's upstairs... we're going to the beach soon... I'm not sure... I think he's leaving in a few days... I can get Kenzie if you want... Kaylee is here... no mom, Jack’s took care of us... yes mom”

“Does mom wanna talk to me?” Mackenzie asked as she walked into the living room. “Möchtest du mit Mackenzie sprechen? Ja, Sie ist hier” “would you like to talk to Mackenzie? Yes, She’s here” Skylar asked on the phone, "Ja Mama, ich liebe dich auch.” “Yes mom, I love you too” Skylar passed the phone to Mackenzie before walking with Kaylee outside.

“Hey Mama, Ist alles in Ordnung?” Mackenzie spoke to her mom. “Hey mom, is everything ok?” “Hey Schatz, alles ist in Ordnung. Ich vermisse nur meine Mädchen, wie geht es Kaylee” “hey honey, everything’s ok, I’m just missing my girls. How’s Kaylee?” Angie spoke.

“Ich vermisse dich auch, Mama. Kaylee geht es gut, sie ist draußen und hilft beim Laden des Autos” “I miss you too mom, Kaylee is fine she’s helping load the car” Mackenzie replied. “Gut, wie geht es Jack? Freut er sich auf Welten?” “Good, how's Jack? Is he looking forward to worlds?” Angie asked.

“Oh, er wird nicht aufhören, darüber zu reden, es ist wirklich süß” “Oh he won’t stop talking about it, it’s really sweet!” Mackenzie replied, looking over at Jack as he stood in the doorway. “ Mama, Jack ist hier, also muss ich gehen. Ich liebe dich und rufe dich später an”“Mom, Jack is here, so I have to go. I love you and will call you later”

Mackenzie informed her mom, “Ich liebe dich auch, Süße” “I love you too, sweetie” Angie replied before hanging up.

“Is everything ok?” Jack asked as he walked into the room. “Yeah everything’s fine, mom was just missing us. She’s not used to the house being so quiet” Mackenzie laughed. “I mean with us” Jack stated, grabbing Kenzie’s hands.

“Jack, baby we’re fine. What are you talking about?” Kenzie looked up at him confused. “Nothing doesn’t matter. Let’s head out before they send in Kaylee” Jack faked a scared look, “JACKSON ROWDEN HUGHES, MACKENZIE REESE HAVENER MOVE YOUR ASSES” Kaylee shouted from outside, causing the couple to burst out laughing before heading outside themselves. “THAT’S STILL NOT MY NAME, YOU KNOW THAT!” Jack shouted back.

Mackenzie walked out first, as Jack turned to lock the door. Quinn grabbed the beach bag off Mackenzie placing it in the trunk, before walking to the driver's door. Jack led Mackenzie over to his car, opening the front passenger seat for her. After climbing in and buckling up, Mackenzie turned to look at who was occupying the back seats. Ethan and Luca smiled at her, whilst Skylar was resting her head on Ethan’s shoulder playing with his fingers.

Mackenzie turned back to look at Jack as he backed out of the driveway, “so Jack how are you feeling about the friendlies?” Luca started up a conversation. “Yeah, it’ll be nice to see the boys again. I have a good feeling about them, our team this year is looking so promising! I’m getting to wear the C again which still feels weird” Jack spoke excitedly.

“Alright Jack calm down, it’s not even an official tournament” Skylar laughed out causing Luca and Ethan to chuckle. Mackenzie frowned when she saw the look on Jack’s face. “Well I’m still proud, no matter if it’s official or not” Mackenzie smiled hoping to reassure him.

Jack stayed quiet for the rest of the journey as the boys and Sky chatted amongst themselves. Mackenzie reached to grab his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, Jack glanced at her briefly before focusing on the road. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours Jacky?” Kenzie asked, looking worried.

“Nothin’” Jack replied, concentrating on the road. Mackenzie sighed, rubbing her thumb across his knuckles, “we both know that’s a lie bubs” Kenzie stated. Jack didn’t respond, instead he pulled the car into park before climbing out, pulling Kenzie’s door open for her as he walked to the trunk.

Mackenzie sat still for a second, furrowed brows as she looked out at the sand. “Kenz? You ok?” Ethan asked, leaning forward. Mackenzie jumped, before groaning, “uggghhhh fuck Ethan whyyyy.” “Shit I’m sorry, are you ok?” Ethan worried.

Mackenzie breathed heavily, gritting her teeth, “mhmm” she hummed out. Ethan looked over at her worriedly, glancing as she grabbed her ribs, “J-Jack!” Ethan shouted climbing out the back seat. “Jack’s not here, what’s wrong?” Skylar called back. “What?!” Mackenzie climbed out of the car, and began walking toward everyone else. She was confused, worried, Jack had been acting off, he was never off with her. Mackenzie was trying to think of anything that she’d done to upset him but came up empty.

“Hey sunshine” Kaylee hugged her but moved away quickly when she yelped, “kenz?” Kaylee questioned. “Ethan made me jump and I jolted my rib. I'll be fine” Kenzie smiled, “now where’s Jack?” She began to scan the group for him.

“Jack? I thought he was with you?” Kaylee began looking around confused. “He was but he disappeared, I’d figured he was here” Mackenzie spoke before catching a glimpse of the back of Jack's head, it seemed he was talking to Luke and Quinn.

“Hey Kay he’s over there” Mackenzie tapped her best friend to get her attention. Quinn looked in the girls direction, before saying something to Jack and Luke, causing the boys to turn to look at them. Mackenzie and Kaylee made their way over, Mackenzie leaning up to kiss Jack as they stood in front of them, Jack however turned his head so her lips landed on his cheek. Mackenzie flushed in embarrassment as Luke cleared his throat, Mackenzie stepped away and began heading further down the beach to help set up as Kaylee stayed back, giving Jack a look before following. Kaylee wrapped her arm around Kenzie when she caught up, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.

“I dunno what his problem is, but he’s leaving in 2 days and I wanted to make the most of the time we have as I’m not gonna see him for 6 days” Mackenzie sighed. “I know babes, I know. He’s not said anything to me but maybe he’s just worried about the friendlies? It’s a big responsibility being captain we know that more than anyone” Kaylee replied kissing Kenzie on the head just before they reached the umich boys.

“Do you know what’ll cheer you up?” Kaylee smirked. “Wine?” Kenzie laughed, “no— well yes but I was gonna say an improv photoshoot but we can do both” Kaylee laughed. “Hmm ok you’ve sold me, which first Lady Johnson?” Kenzie spoke in an awful British accent, “hmm wine first Lady Havener, always wine first” Kaylee replied back carrying on the joke, both girls cackling as Kaylee reached into the cooler pulling out a bottle.

The girls moved just to the right of the boys, spreading out so everyone had a seat. Mackenzie glanced back at Jack, who looked worried but talking to Trevor. Mackenzie frowned at her boy, Jack wasn’t like this, he wasn’t a worrier and Mackenzie made a mental note to talk to him later about it.

Kaylee cracked open the wine, taking a swig out of the bottle before passing it to Kenzie. “And what wine have we got today Lady Johnson?” Kenzie asked, carrying on the joke, “well my dear, it’s a lovely vintage—20–15 bottle of Malbec made with the finest grapes, it has—- a sweet vanilla undertone— with a hint of citrus best— paired with rich red meats” Kaylee spoke, pausing at times as she read the label.

Kenzie shrugged and took a swig, “I can’t lie that slaps, where did we get this from?” Kenzie asked as she read the label. “I’m not sure, I think Quinn brought it” Kaylee replied, reaching to drink again. After passing the bottle back and forth as they talked mindlessly about anything and everything, they soon finished the bottle. Mackenzie laughed as Kaylee struggled to stand up in the soft sand, “oh that’s right, laugh it up. I’ll remember that!” Kaylee laughed along.

“Come on sexy you can do it!” Trevor shouted across the group, “oh fuck off Trev, now isn’t the time!” Kaylee huffed out sending Mackenzie into another laughing fit. Kaylee finally stood, reaching a hand out to help Mackenzie up.

“Aww you’re still gonna help me up even after I laughed at you?” Mackenzie pouted as Kaylee pulled her up “It’s in the contract babes” Kaylee winked. “Now it’s photoshoot timeeeeeee” Mackenzie shouted before walking off to find a good spot. “Well you heard the lady, we’ll be back” Kaylee promised the boys.

After laughing and posing for pictures the girls headed back to the group, Mackenzie walking over to Jack and Trevor. “Hey trev, mind if I borrow our boy for a sec?” Kenzie asked, “yeah course” Trevor stood, wiped down the sand from his shorts and left.

“Hey Jacky” Mackenzie sat down and leant her head against his shoulder. Jack sighed, “hey baby” he mumbled. “What’s going on with you bubs? And don’t say nothing” Mackenzie mumbled against his shoulder.

It was quiet for a few minutes as if Jack was trying to figure out what to say. “Jack, baby, if you don’t wanna talk to me about it or you’re not ready to, I understand. Just please don’t push me away, I wanna help” Mackenzie reassured him.

“It’s not that I don’t wanna tell you, I’m just worried that you’ll think the same as she did” Jack sighed out. Mackenzie furrowed her eyebrows, “she?” Kenzie questioned. “Holly” Jack hummed out, Mackenzie was even more confused, “who’s Holly? And what does she think? Well thought?” Mackenzie was beginning to panic.

“Holly was my ex-girlfriend, we broke up nearly a year before I met you. It wasn’t a good relationship at all, she’d belittle me about the most random shit, constantly trying to rile me up against my brothers. Comparing me to nearly everyone we knew, made me feel dumb for getting excited about things, even getting drafted. She told me it was pathetic how excited I was and I guess Skylar telling me to calm down about the friendlies kinda brought it all back” Jack explained, picking at the skin of his thumb, a nervous habit Kenzie had picked up on within the first few months of dating.

“Jack, why didn’t you tell me? I’m so sorry you went through that, you didn’t deserve that. No one deserves that, but hey you’re here. You’re better off without her, you wouldn’t have met me if you didn’t let go. Can I let you in on a little secret?” Mackenzie reassured him, Jack nodded.

“I love how excited you get over the little things, hearing you ramble about the things you love is one of my favourite things in the world. I love how passionate you are, I’m in awe of how talented you are, how humble you are, how truly incredible you are” Mackenzie praised, kissing his cheek.

Jack sighed, “what did I do to deserve you?” He thought aloud. “You were just yourself bubs, that’s all you ever need to be, I don’t care if we’re living in a cardboard box eating cold spaghetti o’s. I’ll still love you just as much as I do now. All I need is you and your love” Mackenzie spoke lovingly.

“You’ll always have my love angel, I still can’t believe you’re mine” Jack kissed her head, “you better believe it lover boy, and if you don’t… well I’ll just have to prove it to you later” Mackenzie teased.

“Now what do you say, are we gonna start this bbq before someone burns the beach down?” Kenzie laughed standing up, reaching an arm to help Jack up.

“Kenz?” Jack grabbed her arm, “hmm” Mackenzie hummed in response.

“I love you” Jack whispered, Mackenzie gave him a beaming smile, “I love you too.” She leant down to kiss him.

Walking back to the others, Jack seemed more relaxed, Trevor shot Mackenzie a knowing look before smiling at Jack. “Jack, can you please for the love of god help them with the grill?” Skylar pleaded. “Yeah, what do they need help with?” Jack walked over to them, “no you need to turn the ignition on” Jack sighed.

“Get you a man who can grill, am I right?” Kaylee teased Kenzie. “Hmm get you a man who can provide” Kenzie hummed back. “Is there anything he can’t do?” Kaylee jokes. “You don’t wanna know the answer to that” Mackenzie deadpanned, causing Skylar to fake gag, “didn’t need to hear that, thanks for the trauma.”

“Hey! Kaylee asked, don’t blame me!” Kenzie exclaimed, “and I regret it” Kaylee faked a disgusted look.

“Babe, can you pass us the hot dogs?” Jack looked over his shoulder at Kenzie. “Yeah, which cooler are they in?” Kenzie asked as she walked to them. “Erm, I think the orange one?” Trevor questioned. Kenzie reached into the cooler pulling out the hot dogs along with the burger as they’d no doubt want them as well before walking back over.

“Here you are babe, anything else” Kenzie asked, kissing Jack's cheek. “Nothing at the moment” Jack replied. Kaylee passed Jack a bottle of water, “looked like you needed one” she explained.

“Quinn do you wanna put some music on?” Skylar suggested as she passed him the speaker, connecting to it Quinn selected a random playlist before turning the volume up. Flowers started blasting from the speaker causing Jack and Mackenzie to shoot their heads up at each other before smiling, it was the first song Jack and Mackenzie ever danced to. “I’ll bring you flowers in the pouring raiiinnn” Kenzie sang, “living without yoouuu is driving me insane” Jack sang back smiling.

Kaylee smiled, remembering that night and how happy Mackenzie looked dancing away with Jack. Kaylee shook her head as Mackenzie started slowly dancing and singing to the music, before joining in. Soon everyone was dancing to the music, laughing and joking around, Jack smiled at them, dancing carefully as he was still grilling.

Jack started serving the food, grabbing a plastic plate to share with Kenzie before assembling their burgers with the toppings he knew she liked. “Here you are my love, one cheeseburger with extra pickles, ketchup, mustard” Jack listed before pulling her into his lap as he sat on the sand. “Mhm looks delicious babe, thank you” Kenzie held her wine up, “cheers to our favourite grill master Jack.”

Kaylee clinked her bottle against the empty one Kenzie was holding, before taking a swig after Kenzie. “How many bottles have you two had?” Trevor questioned, “this is bottle number two, which is pretty tame for us” Kaylee responded winking at Kenzie.

“Hmm thanksgiving was a tragedy” Skylar butted in from her seat in Ethan’s lap, “what happened on thanksgiving?” Mackie asked. “What happened? Oh I’ll tell you what happened, these two thought it would be a good idea to drink the entirety of the wine collection in Kaylee’s dads shed, eat the whole pumpkin pie and then ride around the neighbourhood on Frasers electric scooter shouting my happiness is chronic but my ass is Iconic and beyoncè is my mom” Skylar listed, Kaylee and Kenzie looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

“It was the night before thanksgiving actually, severely hungover and many breakdowns later we made a new pie” Kaylee defended. “Please tell me you have videos” Jack pleaded, “hmm I have a whole album dedicated to their shenanigans” Skylar smirked.

“No!” Kenzie exclaimed in horror, “not Kaylee’s birthday!” “Oh especially Kaylee’s birthday” Skylar smirked.

“You weren’t even there!! How do you have videos?!” Kaylee exclaimed in protest, “I have my sources, plus it was all over your socials” Skylar explained, “ok but Mackenzie rode that bull like no other, like babe I was mesmerised” Kaylee praised, “not the only thing I’m good at riding” Kenzie laughed.

“Really Kenzie?” Luke asked, looking disturbed. “Mhm” Kenzie winked at Jack who laughed.

After cleaning up the food and utensils, everyone decided to dip in the ocean, Mackenzie standing just so the water would hit her knees, Jack standing behind, wrapping his arms around her.

The couple laughed as Kaylee and Skylar had a chicken fight with the help of Ethan and Trevor. Mackenzie sighed in content watching everyone have fun, “life would be so dull without them huh?” Jack hummed out, “you wait till they meet the Scooby gang” Mackenzie laughed. “Oh god yeah, you lot are on another level” Jack chuckled.

“It’s crackhead energy at it’s finest” Mackenzie replied, “you’re the calm in the storm around them, you keep us balanced” Mackenzie added, “someone’s gotta make sure you lot don’t get arrested for something dumb” Jack laughed.

“Hmm but you love it” Mackenzie smiled, “I do, I really do” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss her.

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Kenzie.Havener a lil wine and an improv photoshoot never hurt nobody 🥲💓

📸 :- @Kay.Johnson

jackhughes beautiful ❤️

Kenzie.Havener I love you ❤️

jackhughes I love you ❤️

Kay.Johnson damnn am i a good photographer or what? 👀😜

Kenzie.Havener THE best 🙌🏼 silent appreciation for photography classes junior year 😌

Kay.Johnson 😔🤫

trevorzegras I wondered where the wine went 🤔

jackhughes no you didn’t, we all knew where it went 😏😂

Skylar.Grace ✨thanksgiving✨

Kenzie.Havener BLOCKED 🚫

Frey.Lodge not the thanksgiving slander 😩😂

Olivia.Autumn we don’t talk about it 👀

Chase.Lukas it never happened 👀💀

Jaden_Roman it was a figment of our imaginations 👀

Maddy.Elizabeth I was there and it was a wild time 😩😏 wasn’t it pumpkin? 😉

Kay.Johnson ok now that was uncalled for 😩😂

jackhughes HOW do you all know about it? 😒

Cody_Griffin it. Was. All. Over. The. Groupchat 🙌🏼😔

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Kay.Johnson shoutout to trevorzegras for taking fake couple pics with me, thanks homie 🙌🏽🫶🏽

Special throwback to ✨thanksgiving✨

tagged:- trevorzegras

Kenzie.Havener for anyone wondering the second picture is our reaction to finding Frasers wine stash 😏😜

jackhughes I-I- I’m speechless 😶

trevorzegras is the first picture what I think it is? 😩👀

Kay.Johnson it is indeed 😏

_quinnhughes it’s giving a cry for help 💀

Frey.Lodge Idk how many more cries for help they can give 😩

Maddy.Elizabeth Kaylee’s birthday is the biggest one for me 😩🙌🏼

Kenzie.Havener i rode that bull like a damn pro, get in line 💅🏼

Jaden.Roman I’m still speechless at that, the ✨talent✨

Cody_Griffin it was ✨absolute perfection✨

Preston.Thomas the best mechanical bull rider in the west 💅🏾🫶🏾

trevorzegras do i get boyfriend points for the couple pics? 🥹

Kay.Johnson better you get a gold star ⭐️ and some 2 day old popcorn ☺️

trevorzegras better than nothing I suppose 😒

Kay.Johnson i can take the gold star back 🤨

trevorzegras no! No I’m sorry 😨

Kay.Johnson mhm that’s what I thought 😏

[crashdevlin]

Local Legends 2- Guilt

Author’s Note: This is part two of Local Legends miniseries, a nightclub AU with a bit of a twist.

Summary: The Winchesters are Lebanon legends, courting controversy like any wealthy family does. Y/n has always been interested in the gossip, but never had cause to be a part of it, until she runs into Dean Winchester at his nightclub and gets the fabled black business card that lets her into the VIP lounge.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, OMC (Rick) x Reader

Word count: 2246

Story Warnings:  cheating/infidelity, angst, guilt, shame, relationship angst

~~~

You stared at the TV, but you weren't seeing the image on the screen. Your mind was stuck at Draco Corde, in the VIP lounge, with Dean Winchester.

Why your brain wouldn't leave that room, you didn't know. You wished it was the shame. You wished you were overthinking the ramifications of cheating on a man you'd been dating since college but it wasn’t guilt you felt when you thought about the VIP. At least...not when you were alone. The shame hit like a Mack truck as soon as Rick walked into your apartment.

"Hey. I missed you last night," he said, dropping his briefcase by the door and flopping down on the sofa next to you.

"Got in late. You were already asleep."

"Pub quiz ran that late?" His eyes were on the TV. It wasn’t an interrogation, just an inquiry.

"No. I went to the club for a cheaper drink. Ladies Night."

His eyes found you right away. "You went to Drac two days in a row?" You shrugged. He'd never cared where you drink. Why did it matter? "I don't think you should hang out there, Y/n. That place…" He sighed and leaned forward to look into your eyes. "The Winchesters aren't good people and I don't want you-"

"We have three bars and a nightclub around here, Rick. Only one of those is a fun place to be. People come from three counties away to go to Draco Corde. Since when do you even have an opinion on the Winchesters?"

He sighed again and looked away. "Since you let me in on your opinion of them. Since all I've heard since I moved to Lebanon is bad things...and even in KC, Y/n. Their legacy is so bad, I heard about them clear across the state, babe. They're literally bad news."

You couldn’t argue that. You didn't really know how to. "Still...they just own the place. I've only ever seen them twice."

"Twice?"

Your jaw dropped a bit at the unintentional admission. "Y-yeah. I...saw them tonight, too."

"Twice in a row. This is why I don't want you around their club, Y/n. You’re gonna get dragged into their craziness and I don’t know what to say to get you to stop this."

You blinked at him a few times before standing. He was right. You were getting dragged into the Winchesters' craziness. "I love you and you don’t have to worry...I won't be going to Draco again for a while." After what you did, you couldn’t imagine going back there without feeling overwhelmed with guilt.

You bit your bottom lip as he sighed and stood, wrapping his arms around you. "I know I don't have to worry about you. You're a smart woman. I'm worried about them."

"You don't even know them, Rick."

"I know about them, Y/n, that's enough."

You nodded. "Okay." You didn't want to talk about it anymore. "So, this weekend, I was thinking we could go check out that new multiplex in Wichita. You know, the one with the full restaurant and-"

He hissed and grimaced. "I can’t, babe." He reached up to run his knuckles over your cheek, then stepped back. "My parents called and they want me to visit this weekend. My sister is having an engagement party and I have to make an appearance, in the very least."

You licked your lips and looked away. His parents were a sore subject. His sister was another. You'd never met them. After almost three years, you'd come to the conclusion you would never meet them. They didn't really look like good people anyway from the few pictures you'd seen of them.

"So, you're going to Lawrence?"

"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. If I didn't have to go, I wouldn't."

"You don't have to do shit for them," you snapped. "I don't understand your unwavering loyalty for these people."

"They're my family. I know you don't have a good relationship with your-"

"This isn’t about my family. This is about yours. You say you don't want me to meet them because they're so terrible but you'll run to them as soon as they call? I don't get it."

"I'm not running to them," Rick said, eyes rolling as he turned away from you. "Look, my family are bad people but I was raised to respect family. I was raised to-"

"They're bad people but you have to respect them? Really? Bad people get cut off! Cut them off!"

"I'm not-" Rick sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I can’t. I can’t have this argument again. I have to go. Okay? I'll be back on Sunday night."

"Fine," you bit out.

"I'm sorry, okay, but I have to. I just have to."

"I said 'fine'." Rick just shook his head as he walked out of the living room. You pulled your phone out and called your boss. “Do you have any shifts I could pick up this weekend? I am...I don’t have a reason to stay home anymore so…”

Your boss penciled you in for work on Saturday, grateful for an extra set of hands on a Saturday night.

~~~

"I just sat a two-top of tens in your section. You're welcome," the hostess, Katarina, said as she tapped your shoulder.

"Thanks?" 'Two-top of tens' meant two hot guys. You had no interest in that.

"Look like good tippers too. You so owe me."

"It was my turn in the rotation. I don't owe you shit more than your normal share of the tips, bitch." You shook your head as you pulled a pen and a small notepad out of your apron and started walking toward table 14 in the back corner. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed the broad-shouldered man with the fluffy hair. Sam Winchester. Which meant that the man sitting across from him could only be Dean.

Sam and Dean, in your workplace, in your section. What kind of coincidence is that? God must be testing you...since you failed the last test.

You took a deep breath and stepped up to the table, placing cocktail napkins in front of each of them as you smiled brightly. "Welcome to Marcella's. My name is Y/n, I'll be serving you tonight. Is this your first time visiting us?" you asked, as professionally as possible, quoting the service standard greeting you were taught when you were hired.

You could see Dean smirking as you focused on Sam. "This is our first time here, but it's not the first time you've served me. Neat, huh?"

Your smile faltered for a moment as an unwanted rush of heat blossomed between your thighs. You cleared your throat and continued on your script. "Well, welcome to Marcella's, we're so happy to have you here and hope you come back in the future. Since it's your first time, would you like any recommendations?"

"Oh, I know what I want. Tried it Thursday...it was real good," Dean said, leaning forward.

You finally caught his eyes and lost your smile completely. "That was an exclusive special for last Thursday. It won't be available again," you said, seriously.

Sam snorted as Dean nodded. He obviously thought something about the interaction was amusing...whether it was your denial of his brother or the code you used to do it, you weren't sure.

"I'm sure the chef could whip you up something delicious, though!" Your fake smile returned. "Can I get you started with some drinks? We have a full bar, stocked with some of the best, top-shelf liquors."

Dean smirked and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. Get me a 20 year scotch, neat.”

“Pappy,” Sam said, looking at the bar menu.

“Sure! I’ll go put those drinks in with the bar. Y’all take a look at your appetizer menus and I will be right back.” You started to walk away but Dean’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You stopped and looked down at the physical contact. “Yes, sir?”

“That skirt you were wearing on Thursday was hot as hell.” You tugged on your arm to get him to release it. “But there’s something about a girl in uniform that’s hot, too.”

You swallowed thickly and stepped away, heat flowing through your veins. You put in the drink orders and went back to the table. Dean kept his hands to himself and didn’t make any comments as he ate his food. You thought maybe Sam had chastised him, which you were grateful for as you waited on them. You kept your smile in place and gave them three more drinks each, so Dean was tipsy as he stood and looked down at you.

“You should come by Drac again. We had fun, didn’t we?”

You licked your lips as he and Sam walked away. You bit your lip as you picked up the book holding the check. Your jaw dropped at the stack of hundred dollar bills. Over three times the amount needed for their $300 bill. You turned to protest the amount of tip but they were already out the door.

“That’s a six hundred dollar tip.” Katarina’s eyes were bigger than you’d ever seen them.

“Six hundred thirty,” you corrected, rifling through the bills. “And I can’t keep it.”

“What do you mean? Of course you can!”

“No. I can’t.” You shook your head. “Ethically, I can’t...for reasons I can’t go into.”

You shoved the money in your apron and cursed the fact that you couldn’t let yourself keep the rent money from a man you cheated on your boyfriend with.

~~~

You put the bills in an envelope and shook your head as you approached the bouncer at the front door of Draco. He looked you up and down, obviously unimpressed with the way you looked in your work uniform so you presented the envelope. “Will you please give this to Dean Winchester?”

“I ain’t a messenger boy.”

“Look, you just need to hand him the damn envelope.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Nah. I remember you, Miss VIP. You go in there and give it to him yourself.”

You bit your bottom lip and pushed past him, stomping toward the second bouncer at the curtain. He just pulled the curtain open as you approached. He obviously recognized you, as well. You just kept stomping. Your eyes fell on Dean, sitting in the corner booth with a rocks glass in front of him. He smiled and his eyes lit up as he saw you show up. You slapped the envelope on the table in front of him, making sure to keep your eyes off of his. “I cannot accept this. I took a 25% gratuity but I can’t take more than-”

“You’re denying my generous tip?”

“No, I’m denying...whatever bribery or-” You shook your head and stepped back, trying to shake off the memory of you writhing under him on that very table.

“I don’t need to bribe you, sweetheart.” He slid the envelope back across the table. “Take the money. I gave it to you for a reason.”

“And what reason is that? I was that good of a waitress?” you snapped.

Dean smiled and leaned forward. “You drive an oh-one Sonata with a squeaking drive belt and a shit radiator. You wear Wal-mart underwear and Target heels. Your purse is knockoff Dooney. You aren’t doin’ well financially, Y/n. You’re really in a position to turn down a payday?”

You swallowed heavily and stepped back. He was paying that close attention to you? “I don’t need your charity, Mr. Winchester.”

“Need is relative. Look, I’m tryin’ to be nice. You were...so very nice to me.”

“I’m not a whore and I don’t need your money for how-”

Dean rolled his eyes and stood, picking up the envelope. “I’m not trying to pay you for the phenomenal sex. I’m just trying to help you.” He tapped the envelope against the table and licked his lips. “My dad was a mechanic when he was my age. My parents had a one bedroom apartment in Lawrence. They slept on a hide-a-bed in the living room while Sam and I shared a bunk bed in the room. We ate PB&Js on white bread and Piggly-Wiggly meatloaf. I grew up...financially challenged, honey. I know what you’re living with.”

You blinked at him a few times. “How did you...I didn’t know you grew up poor.”

His expression softened as he offered the envelope to you. “Nobody does. We haven’t been poor since I was a teenager. Take the money.”

You bit your lip again as you reached out and took the money back. “You don’t have to-”

“Want to.”

“Why?” you asked, tucking the envelope into your pocket. “Why do you want to help me?”

Dean shook his head and set his hand on your shoulder. “I’m getting tired of you asking ‘why’.” He squeezed your arm gently and smiled. “I’ve taken a liking to you. Something good about you. I’m feelin’ it.”

“I’m...I’ve still got a boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “And where’s he tonight?”

“Home,” you lied. “Waiting for me to get there.”

He seemed a little skeptical, but he didn’t say that. “Well...you better get home to him, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Yeah, I should. Have a nice night, Mr. Winchester.”

“Call me ‘Dean’,” he commanded with a wink before stepping away and heading back to his seat.

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @contemporarybardess, @realmackross TIMING: Early May SUMMARY: Elora comes to tell Mackenzie goodbye. :( WARNINGS: Gun mention tw

It wasn’t going to be easy. Elora knew that very well. But she had to do what she needed to do in order to keep the ones she loved safe. And the first on her list was one Mackenzie Ross. As she approached where she lived, she sent her a very simple text. “Come outside. I need to talk to you”. 

There was no flirtation, no excited exclamation points, not even a single emoji. The words were plain and to the point. A bit of guilt gnawed at her, knowing that this would worry Mack. But on the other hand, she needed to be worried. For all she knew, Jake could already know exactly where she lives and exactly how to hurt her. She needed to know where Elora was going and why. More importantly, she needed to be warned, for her own safety. 

—

Mackenzie had been hanging out at home mostly since the fight with Jade. In fact, she had failed to tell Elora about it, because she had always felt like the woman was saving her. It was Mackenzie’s turn. She had at least owed her that much. But what she would be saving her from, she wasn’t quite sure yet. She was sure something in Wicked’s Rest would come out of the woodwork someday soon, but until then, she’d just cherish the time they had spent together. Like their Twilight date and the body glitter that was incorporated into the remainder of the night.

When the text came through, Mack had been eating a bowl of ice cream covered in cinnamon and watching some documentary about llamas that Kaden told her about. And as she sat down the bowl, she noticed the text and the lack of flirtiness or really any emotion to it. Had she done something wrong? Had Elora found out about the fight and was upset?

Pausing the movie, Mackenzie got up and limped outside, “Hey Babe, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?” She moved forward and reached out and gave Elora a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back with an uneasy smile on her face.

—

It didn’t take long for Mack to make her way outside to Elora. Was she limping? Mack gave her a quick peck which Elora tried to savor as much as she could. She didn’t know if she’d ever feel her kiss again. 

“You look like you got beat up! I should ask you the same thing, but…” Elora took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as much as possible. “I have something more important that I need to talk to you about. You remember the story of where I come from right? My colony, my family, and what happened to them? Well…the guy who orchestrated the whole thing knows where I live now, and seems very dead set on setting his goons after me to finish me off”. 

She swallowed hard, trying to keep talking so she wouldn’t lose her momentum. Trying to get everything out before Mack convinced her to stay. “He’s been stalking me. Or at least having people stalk me for him. And I don’t know how much he knows about me. But I do know that as long as I’m here, you’re not safe. I don’t think many people are. He’ll hurt others to hurt me, and then he’ll kill me after I’ve lost everything. I know how he works, and I can’t let you get swept up in that. I can’t…be in town anymore.”

—

Mackenzie looked down at the ground at the mention of being beat up, but remained quiet. Elora had needed to talk about something important. Mack could hear it in the tone of her voice, and as she listened, she slowly raised her head to set her eyes back on her girlfriend. She could feel the heat, what little of it there was, rising in her cheeks, and when Elora had finished speaking, Mackenzie stayed quiet for a minute.

This couldn’t be happening. Elora had come here for a fresh start. For a safe place to live, “Elora…” The knot forming in Mackenzie’s throat was threatening to choke her out, “Let me help you with this, okay?” She stepped forward and gently put her hands on Elora’s face and rested her forehead on the redhead's, “You have helped me so many times. Saved me. Please let me be the one to save you. You don’t have to leave. You can move in with me? I’ll upgrade the security. We can fix this. We can solve this together.” Mackenzie was pleading with her. It had felt like it had come on so suddenly, and Mackenzie didn’t know what to do, but beg.

—

Elora had to admit that the thought of moving in with Mack was a tempting one, but it wouldn’t make the men that were after her go away. They’d find a way in. Find a way to strike when she least expected it. That’s what they were trained to do, and they were very efficient at it. She thought back to her parents, all of her friends and colleagues who were murdered. Murdered due to her carelessness. 

No.

She couldn’t let it happen again. Not to Mack or anyone else. If anybody was going to be hurt as a result of this it would be her and her alone. 

“I’m not losing anyone else. I’m not going to be the reason anyone else dies. I’m done with running. I’ve spent the last 4 years of my life on the fucking run. It ends now, and it ends far away from anybody I care about.” Her tears were flowing freely now, completely unable to hold it together in spite of promising herself she would try to. “I love you so much…you have no idea how much this destroys me. But it would destroy me more to see you die. I need to do this…I need to put an end to this.” 

She took a moment to catch her breath. Between her talking and sobbing she was starting to feel her lungs empty out and start to hurt, but she had to keep going. She didn’t want to leave anything unsaid. “I can’t guarantee when I’ll be back. If I’ll be back. But if I do, you’re the first person I’m running home to. I’ll be fighting for you. For our future.” 

—

This was like a nightmare. It couldn’t be real. First she had lost Brody, and, now, when she had finally managed to open her heart up again, she was losing Elora. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she watched the woman she loved breakdown, but even worse, refuse to let Mackenzie save her. It was like one thing after another, but this was the shitty cherry on top. And the more Elora cried, the more Mackenzie started to sob.

Listening to her stand firm and not give into Mackenzie’s offer left the zombie speechless. But when Elora said ‘if’ instead of ‘when’, she lost it, “Elora, baby. Please, don’t do this. Please don’t leave me. I’m dead okay? They can’t hurt me. I can’t lose you. I’ve already lost one person I gave my heart to. I can’t lose another. I can’t…Please, please, please. Don’t do this…” She gently wiped away Elora’s tears and then let her arms fall where she latched herself onto her girlfriend and pulled her in just to hold her; not wanting to let her go. Not wanting to feel the warmth of the woman she loved gone, possibly forever.

—

For a long time, Elora said nothing. She just wanted to be in the moment and enjoy Mack’s embrace for as long as she could. She wanted to stay in her arms forever, to never leave her comfort and relative warmth. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to reduce Mack to begging for her to stay. Her despair turned to anger. For the first time in her life, she wanted to kill someone. She wanted to kill Jake for everything he’d done and everything he’d put her through, and was still putting her through to this day. 

“They can hurt you. You know that, and they do too. These aren’t just some random thugs, these are hunters. They know what we are, and they know exactly how to hurt us. I don’t know what his resources are, I don’t know how many goons he has in his circle. But I do know I killed two of them. After one of them did this to me” She said before pulling her shirt sleeve down to show her the now bandaged bullet wound in her shoulder. “They’re not just going to let it be after that. They’ll send more. The whole town might be in danger, I have no idea how many they’ll send. I don’t want any more of them to die either. I need to cut it off at the head. I need to find Jake…and do what needs to be done.” 

A heavy silence fell between the two of them, Elora unsure of what to say for a while. 

“It’s him or me, at this point. I’m doing everything in my power to make sure it isn’t me.” 

—

Every time Mackenzie tried to pull away, she couldn’t. She didn’t have it in her. She couldn’t make that first move. She just wanted to linger in this moment forever with the woman she was falling madly in love with. So when Elora pulled away first, the jolt of it all had almost felt like a shock that could restart her cold, dead heart. But it didn’t. Instead, it just felt like a sharp pain that left her wanting to curl up in the darkness of her house and never leave again. It would’ve been so much easier right now if Jade had just killed her.

But when she saw the bullet wound, Mackenzie let out a growl of frustration and could feel her eyes clouding over in anger. With a quivering breath, she slowly released it hoping the anger would dissipate. She didn’t need to zomb out at this moment. This moment was Elora’s. Instead, Mackenzie gently ran her thumb over the bandage, before leaning in to kiss it softly. Pulling back, she quickly let out another quivering sigh as tears quietly rolled down her cheeks.

Mackenzie wanted to beg some more. She wanted to ask if she could come with Elora, so she wouldn’t have to face her demons alone, but the zombie knew the answer. She knew this was something that her love had to face on her own, just like Mackenzie had her own things to face, “I want to beg. I want to beg with all of my heart, because that’s all I can offer you at this moment, is my heart. I know however much I plead will be shot down, but if I can just ask…can we have one more night together. Just…I want to hold you, and I want to look into your eyes and tell you how much I love you. And what you’ve done for me, because I’m afraid I’ll never get to do it again, and I didn’t get that before…with Brody. I didn’t get that. Please. Please don’t leave me without one more night.”

—

Elora had felt her heart flutter as she felt Mackenzie’s lips press against her bandages. She wanted to say yes and move in with her. She wanted to stay. She wanted it to be just the two of them against the world. But she knew that’s not how reality works. She knew that the fairy tale would have to end at some point and she’d need to venture back into grimy reality to silence her demons once and for all. 

“One night… one night sounds really nice actually” Elora said, letting out some mixture of a sob and a laugh. “I want as much time as I can possibly get with you. You’re all I’ll ever think about. When I fight, I’ll fight for you. For the life you and I want to have together. I love you Mackenzie Ross. I love you with every fiber of who I am. And no matter what happens I’m fighting until I can’t fight anymore.

One night. She willed for the sun to never come up again.

[sassyrequin]

Mack: so you don’t want to be with Vanessa?

Charity:

[lilacsandwhiskey]

Hello sweets! Don't know if you know but Drew is still in NC, hanging with his family to celebrate Mackayla's engagement and I just know you could write something so good about it. Maybe reader is a friend of hers but she's never met Drew, only saw him on photos and thought he's super handsome— so this would be the first time reader and Drew meet and there's just an instant connection there. Reader being so normal, not treating Drew any differently just because of his job and he's so infatuated by that so after, maybe, a little girls trip and Drew hanging with Logan and the rest of the men of the family all day all of you come together for a massive dinner and drink and eventually reader just blurts out how handsome she thinks Drew is, how he must have girlfriend and how she could never even try to shoot her shot because— look at him & he hears it and maybe they kiss? I don't know, I know you can do this just right. No pressure though if you don't want to write it. Love you!!! 💓💓💓

hi babe, i changed it up juuuust a bit, i hope you don’t mind 💛 being from NC, i absolutely LOVED writing this. thank you so much for sending it my way. ilysm 💛

Hometown Girl

Pairing: Drew x reader

Warnings: language, alcohol, cheesiness

Drew knew it was impolite to stare.

But the moment you walked through the door into the foyer, everything his mama ever taught him flew out the window.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, standing in the corner with the rest of the guys as the girls are gushing over Mackayla’s newest jewelry addition - an engagement ring - he finds himself drifting out of the conversation. His focus has found you in the midst of the waves of congratulations to his sister and soon-to-be brother in law. Logan catches him eyeballing, giving him a quick jolt to the shoulder, when Drew hesitates his attention, but eventually brings it back to the conversation in front of him.

“Dude, wanna men it anymore obvious?” Logan joins Drew for a drink in the kitchen. “Do you see her? Holy shit.” “That’s y/n. Mack is with her like all the time.” “Since when?” “Since like two years ago?” Drew fumbles with his mind, trying to regain any recognition. “I’d remember her.” Drew states. “You probably haven’t met her. Mack posts on her story all the time with her, but you know, social media is nonexistent to you. Just go talk to her, she’s super chill.” Logan urges before making his way back into the living room.

Drew catches your eye almost immediately as you walk into the kitchen. “Care if I scoot by you?” You give him a small smile as you cross by the kitchen island to grab a drink. “Oh yeah, sorry.” Drew keeps attempting to move his eyes anywhere but you but it doesn’t seem possible - you’re quite literally captivating.

“Have, uh, we met before?” Drew starts. You’re looking at the drink options, quickly grabbing one before closing the fridge. “I don’t believe so, but I can assume you’re Mack’s brother, considering the thousands of photos on these walls of you four.” You shoot with a grin. “Good eye.” “I’m y/n.” You stick out a hand for Drew to take, in which he simply does. “Drew.”

The conversation moves rapid as the two of you slump against the counter, others moving around the two of you as if either of your world’s only contained the two of you in this moment. Drew learned quite a bit about you - how you met Mackayla, how you grew up not too far away, just a few towns over. Drew asked many questions, never wanting to overstep, but he was completely and utterly in awe over you and he had no idea why.

“I see you’ve met Drew.” Mackayla grins as she walks into the kitchen. “I have, he’s nicer than you say he is.” “Hey!” Drew looks to his sister who is laughing. “He’s nice to everyone but me!” “That’s what brothers are for.” Drew moves quickly the mess up Mackayla’s perfectly set hair, earning a slap across his arm. “Shit, that ring has enhanced the power.”

As the three of you continue talking, Drew is pleased to find out you’re also coming with them to the Panthers game the next day. “Oh, so you’re a Panthers fan?” Drew starts as the two are left alone again. “Hometown team, you have to be.” You grin. “Or are you just a fan of McGaffrey?” Drew teases. “Psh.” You roll your eyes. “Come on, you gotta look at him and just know he’s good looking. Pulling tons of girls.” “And? That’s sexism, Drew!” You say with a laugh. “Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t watch football without another reason other than it’s football. You’re handsome, too, you know. I’m sure you’re pulling girls all the time too, but you don’t say someone watches something you’re in because you’re hot.” You say, pushing back with a laugh. “I do recall you telling me you’re an actor, correct?”

Though Drew wants to push back, he’s completely stuck on the fact you just admittedly called him handsome. He feels heat rise to his cheeks as he shakes his head. “You’re right, you’ve got a point.” “What, about you being handsome?” You tease. “You’re something else.” Drew replies.

The night continues with you being pulled for pictures, Mackayla’s hints at early wedding planning, and plans for the next day. As the night comes to an end and you prepare to leave, Drew says his goodbyes last. You notice him linger around a little longer. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” “I might just wear a McCaffrey jersey just for you.” You laugh. “If you show up with a Cam jersey or a McCaffrey jersey, I’m going to politely ask you to go home.” Drew jokes. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

——————

As planned, you meet up with the girls before tailgating for an early breakfast filled with mimosas. After your prior conversation with Mack’s brother the night before, you felt compelled to… dress up a little.

Following suit with the girls, dressed in black and blue, you made sure to wear your best everything. You couldn’t deny the attention from the Starkey brother was nice.

As you walked up to the truck, coolers piled on the back, you didn’t miss the way Drew looked you up and down. You give him a smile, saying hello to Logan and Garrett as everyone falls into conversation.

“Okay, I’m dying to see the back of your shirt.” Drew says. You proudly turn around, feeling Drew sweep your hair from your back. “Can’t argue with Anderson.” You shrug, bumping your shoulder with his.

Many beers later and a climb through the stadium, the six of you are yelling at calls, laughing, and throwing back drinks. “I’m gonna go find some food.” You say, feeling the alcohol drive into your system. “I’ll come with.” Drew pipes up. No one questions the absence of the two of you as you go together.

The two of you stumble into each other, alcohol making itself present to the two of you. You find yourself hiccuping, causing both of you to fall into giggles. Drew pulls you beneath the stands as you almost run into someone. “Careful.” He half whispers. “Whoopsie.”

Drew has you pulled into his chest as the crowds of people walk around you. “I really wanna kiss you right now.” You raise your eyebrows and grin. “Take me on a date first, Starkey.” You jokingly poke his chest. “How do you know if you wanna take me on a date? What if I’m a bad kisser?” “Hmmm…” You draw out, hand on your chin. “Maybe you’re right.”

That’s enough for Drew to crash his beer coated lips against yours, the two of you giggling between kisses. As you pull back, Drew’s eyes flutter open. “Was that good enough for a date?” “I think so, but I’m not the one telling Mackayla.” You say pointedly as you spin around away from him, looking back only to wiggle your eyebrows. “Nose goes, Starkey.” You say, pressing your finger to your nose. Drew only shakes his head, running up behind you. “We’ll see about that.”

babes: @pogueslandia @luversgirl @gryffindorpouge11 @lurkymurker @marveloussensations @graysonsbde @k-k0129 @westrnwoods

[adamruz]

Ask Me Again

Word Count: 1121

A/N: I have to give credit where credit is due and this idea stemmed from a video that Agnes (burzekspd) shared on Twitter of Abby and Luka from ER. @piscesgirl87 and I talked yesterday about this being something we’d love to see for Burzek and it got the wheels turning last night at midnight when I was trying to fall asleep. I think this is the fastest I’ve ever churned out a fic. 😂

Adam was upstairs reading Makayla a story before bed, while Kim relaxed on the couch, catching up on her favorite show on the DVR. The two of them still hadn’t defined their relationship, but they ended up in each other’s beds more nights than not in the four months since moving into the new house. Most of those nights, they stayed up talking about everything, from why their first engagement didn’t work to how they wanted to make sure they got it right this time around. Makayla was even starting to notice a difference in their relationship. They were flirting with each other more and would occasionally call each other ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. Both had even heard from Kevin about various times Makayla saw them kiss while they thought they were being secretive.

Adam came downstairs and plopped down on the couch beside Kim. “Ask me again,” she blurted out.

Adam was confused, trying to rack his brain to remember what question to repeat. “Did you still want to drive to work tomorrow?”

“Adam,” Kim said, clearly annoyed.

Adam was completely clueless at this point. “What? That’s the last thing I asked you. Or at least I thought it was?”

Kim chuckled at how he wasn’t following what she wanted him to do. It was something that he had done four times before in his life, twice to her, and one time she immediately shot him down, but she was ready now. She turned to face him, gently took his face in her hands, and repeated, “Ask me again and I know you know what I mean. Think!” She was staring into his eyes, trying to send her thoughts telepathically to him. He was always so in tune with what was going on in her head, but he was really lacking at this crucial time.

After about a minute, but what felt like hours to Kim, she saw the wheels turning in his head and she could tell he knew just what she wanted. “Okay, I’m finally tracking, but I need to go upstairs to grab something.” 

He jumped off the couch and she quietly yelled after him, “Don’t you dare wake Mack up! She has her first spelling test tomorrow and needs her rest.” She had no idea if he heard her because that was the fastest she’s seen him move since the suspect they chased last week. He was back downstairs within seconds, holding a small box that she instantly recognized in his hand and tears began to form in her eyes. “You kept it? After all this time?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I did. Come here.” Kim got off the couch and she placed her hands in his.

He was about to get down on one knee, but she interrupted with, “Wait, can I give a speech first?”

“I’m not sure this is how it works darlin’, but sure.”

She took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. “I know we’ve talked about the push test and how that ruined us the first time around, but I think a little voice in my head kept wanting to give you more tests as the years went on and you passed them all with flying colors. First, it was with our baby. You stepped up and wanted to be in their life even though we weren’t together. You were with me every step of the way, even after the miscarriage. Then there was Makayla and agreeing to be her guardian when we had hit a rough patch, but you protected her the best way you knew how when I was missing. You then slept on my couch for months to help me with her and I could never repay you for that.”

Adam interjected softly, “Babe, don’t forget it was a very small and uncomfortable couch.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know. You bought this house and have spent every day off making the swingset of our daughter’s dreams and checking off my list of projects around the house. You’ve just stood by my side after everything we’ve been through and I always just tried to push you away. You’ve seen me at my absolute worst and that still didn’t even make you walk away.”

Adam swallowed at an attempt to prevent himself from getting choked up. “Is it so hard to believe that I did all of that because I love you? I’d do anything for you and Makayla, you know that. I love you.”

“I love you too.” At the same time, they looked over to the steps to see Makayla in her pajamas, holding her platypus, watching and giggling at them. “Adam, I told you not to wake her up!”

“I didn’t, I swear,” he answered to defend himself.

Makayla added her reasoning, “He ran into something upstairs, said a bad word, and I woke up.” Her answer made Kim laugh.

“Oh, I forgot about that, sorry kiddo. Come over here. You should be here for this anyways, no matter what your mom thinks.” Makayla ran over and took a seat on the couch. 

“Okay, is it my turn now,” Adam impatiently demanded. Kim nodded in return. “This is going to be quick because I just want to get to the question. You changed my life the moment we met and she changed our lives the moment we found her on the street. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with my two favorite girls. It was always going to be you, Kim.” Adam went down on one knee, opened up the ring box, and asked, “Kim Burgess, will you marry me?”

Kim responded in a volume that might have woken up the entire neighborhood, but she didn’t care. “YES! Of course, I’ll marry you!” He slid the ring on her finger for a second time and it was even sweeter than the first. Kim practically pulled him up off of his knee and enveloped him in a sweet kiss.

“What about me,” Makayla asked innocently. They laughed and Adam bent down to pick her up. The three of them wrapped themselves into a big hug. “Can I call Uncle Kevin to tell him? Please!!”

“No, it’s too late, bud, but you can do it first thing in the morning during breakfast. You need to get back to bed.”

“Okay mom.” Makayla jumped down from their arms and started to walk back upstairs. “Goodnight mom, goodnight dad.”

“Did she just call me dad?” Adam was trying hard to contain his excitement over the first time being called dad by his soon-to-be official daughter.

“Yes, she sure did and soon enough, I’ll be able to call you my husband.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

sucker for pain ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1494

request?: yes!

“can you please do a colson one where the reader is getting their first tattoo and he’s by her side then he realizing they have a pain kink and yeah”

description: in which he finds out his girlfriend has a kink he’d never imagine she’d have

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

*i changed it from the reader getting their first tattoo because i missed the “first” part when writing for some reason i’m sorry i hope you still like it!*

gif credit to @poppy-in-the-woods !

“Are you sure you want to get a tattoo on your ribs?” Colson asked as you waited in the lobby for your next tattoo. “You know how much that hurts, right?”

“It’s one of the more painful places,” you said. “I know that. Have some faith in me, baby, I’ll be fine.”

Colson still looked skeptical, but decided to drop it. You were stubborn and you were set on getting this tattoo, he knew he wasn’t about to talk you out of it.

You had decided a week or so back that you wanted to get a tattoo in honor of Colson. Instead of something small, like his initials or his name or something, you decided to get your favorite of his lyrics tattooed on your ribcage. You even had him write the lyrics out so you could get his writing as the font for it.

It was a bit big of a tattoo, and you were getting it in a very painful place, so Colson was worried you weren’t going to be able to handle it when the tattoo started. He insisted he wanted to come with you to be your emotional support if nothing else.

“Hey (Y/N)!” your tattoo artist, Mack, said as he walked into the parlor. “You’re early! Wanna get started now?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”

“Okay! Follow me in.”

You followed him into his area and he pulled the curtain across to block the view of anyone from outside. He turned back to you and Colson, eyeing your famous boyfriend for just a moment. “So, he does realize you’re going to be shirtless for this entire thing, right?”

Colson chuckled and nodded. “I’m aware you’re going to be starring at my girlfriend in just a sports bra for like an hour or more. Don’t worry, I’m cool with it.”

You could see Mack’s shoulders slump as he sighed with relief. “Okay good. You would not believe how many boyfriends lose their minds over their girlfriends having to take their shirt off for a tattoo, even if their tits aren’t actually out. If (Y/N) wasn’t a regular, I probably would’ve turned her down for this one just for my own safety.”

You laughed as you began to unbutton the blouse you had decided to wear - much easier to get back on once the tattoo was done. You laid down on the table and Mac started to line up your tattoo on your ribs.

“Last chance to back out,” Colson said as he sat down next to you.

You shot him a look. “Why are you so intent on me giving up on this because of pain?”

“She’s a tough chick, man,” Mack agreed. “I don’t think she’s ever flinched while I’ve given her a tattoo. It’s like she gets off on the pain or something.”

You shot a glare at Mack that he didn’t see as he was back on to you before relaxing your head back on the table. Colson looked at your curiously, making a mental note of what Mack had said.

The tattoo began and Colson took your hand in his. You looked over and smiled at him for a moment, wincing slightly when the needle touched your skin first. The pain suddenly radiated through your ribcage, but it didn’t bother you the way Colson had expected it would. You would wince every now and then, but you still had a light hold on his hand.

When Mack was finally finish, the black letters were bolded by the red of your irritate skin. Mack cleaned it and placed the bandage over the fresh tattoo. “I won’t give you the spiel on how to take care of this thing for the next few days.”

“You’ve said it so many times I think I know it word for word at this point,” you teased. You winced as you sat up from the table, both from the pain from the tattoo and from the stiffness of your back. “God, you guys need more comfortable tables. Feels like I was lying on the floor for an hour.”

“You’ve been there before, you know how uncomfortable it is.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him before turning to Colson. “What do you think, babe?”

Colson’s eyes studied the tattoo for a moment, still processing the fact that you got a major tattoo on your ribcage and barley flinched the entire time. “It looks really good. Is it what you wanted?”

You smiled. “Of course it is! I have something to remind me of you forever now, which means please don’t break up with me. It’ll cost so much to get this removed or covered.”

Colson chuckled and also rose from his seat. “I promise babe.”

You pulled your button up back on and headed to the front to pay for the tattoo. You couldn’t help pulling your shirt up to look at the tattoo once more as you and Colson started walking towards the door.

“Mack is probably the best tattoo artist I’ve ever been to,” you said. “He’s just phenomenal. I don’t think I’d trust anyone else the way I trust him.”

“He seems to know you pretty well,” Colson commented. “Like the fact that you seem to be into the pain that comes from getting a tattoo.”

You felt your face heat up as you tried to look away from Colson. You kept your voice as light as possible as you said, “Yeah, well, I’ve gotten a few tattoos at this point. I’m just used to the pain of the needle I guess.”

“I’m literally covered in tattoos and sometimes the pain is still unbearable for me,” Colson pointed out.

“We’re different people, Colson. Different people handle pain differently.”

Colson looked over at you as you tried to avoid his eyes. You wished you had been the one to drive so that you could get out of this awkward situation a lot sooner.

“Babe,” Colson said. You sighed and finally turned your head to look at him. “You know I am the last person to judge you on your kinks, right?”

You nodded. “I know, but...I’m just worried what your reaction would be if I straight up told you that I have a pain kink.”

“Well, for starters, I’d tell you that you’re dating the right guy since all I do is hurt myself.” You chuckled at this. “When did you realize you got off on pain?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I was a teenager I think. It might’ve been when I got my first stick and poke tattoo. All my friends hated the pain and complained for days, but I found myself kind of liking it. When I started having sex, I’d ask my boyfriend at the time to choke me or spank me, basically anything that caused the slightest bit of pain.”

Colson shuffled in his seat, a bulge beginning to grow in his pants that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“Not all guys are into the idea, weirdly enough,” you continued. “I’ve been with some guys that consider it a deal breaker. I even had a one night stand just completely stop having sex with me because I kept telling him he wasn’t being rough enough. I guess I just associated that negative reaction with the kink in my mind and never wanted to tell you in case you thought the same way.”

Colson chuckled. “(Y/N), I have a foot fetish. I am literally the last person you have to worry about thinking your pain kink is weird.”

You smiled. “Yeah, you have a point. I just don’t wanna scare you off. I like you a lot, Colson.”

Colson reached over and took your hand in his, giving it a slight squeeze. “You won’t scare me off. I wanna know what you’re into, and what will make you feel good when we’re having sex.”

“You make me feel good anyways,” you assured him. “But, if you’re really interested in getting to know that side of me more, I could show you exactly what I’m into.”

"Even though you just got a new tattoo.” You gave him a look, which caused him to laugh. “Okay, fair enough. I’d love to learn, although it may take me a long time, fair warning.”

“I’ll give you all the time you need.”

Colson smirked and leaned over to kiss you passionately. You turned as much as you could in your seat to cup his face and deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth for a short while. When you pulled away, Colson nipped at your bottom lip, which caused you to clench your thighs together in anticipated pleasure.

“Get us home before I climb on your lap in this parking lot,” you told him.

Colson didn’t have to be told twice. Within seconds, he had the car started and was racing out of the parking lot and back towards his house.

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Also, I feel like if Nate mack was dating reader whose family has a Sunday dinner or whatever day every single week, the first one he finally attended would be entertaining. Especially if said family is big on pasta or bread or whatever. I’m thinking about my family and the fact that a lot of Filipino food is fried and rice is served with every meal. I literally attend family gatherings on all sides for the food and such at this point. Feel free to do a micro blurb or just respond with a thought or whatever. I’m not picky. Nate mack not eating refined sugar still blows my mind. We’re not discussing how much sugar I add to my tea. Tysm babe

“Yes mom, gluten-free. Oh, and sugar free.”

Nate looked at you with love in his eyes as you explained his requirements for family dinner over the phone. He couldn’t wait to sit and eat with your family tonight. He thought you looked

Heavenly with your hair done and a dainty outfit prepared. He even wandered up off the couch and over to you across the living room.

“No mom, it’s not a cult-thing. He’s just an athlete.”

He snorted. Apparently, gluten-free was a hard concept to grasp within your carb-loaded home life. No matter what, Nate could settle with a Caesar salad.

And he did just that.

The two of you arrived at your childhood home at 6 ‘o clock. Your mother welcomed the two of you in warmly and proceeded to lead you into the dining room.

Nate’s eyes widened at the sight of the food in front of him. There’s. Just. So. Much. There’s baked potatoes, steak, salad(he mentally thanked you), macaroni, roasted vegetables, and a metric ton of bread. Many different kinds of bread too.

Your dad stated for everyone to fill there plates, and he couldn’t help but comment on Nate.

“No bread?” He asked slyly. With an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t eat wheat, sorry.” Nate looked so sheepish. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

It was even worse when your mom offered him wine.

“No wine?” It was now your mom’s turn to ask.

“Heh,” Nate cleared his throat, “uh I don’t drink during the season.”

Your parents looked shocked. As if they didn’t understand how a person could do that. Yet, little by little–Nate opened up about his diet and his job.

It was a whole new world for your parents, but as long as your mom could feed him SOMETHING–she was happy.

[rowyn-writes]

Mending A Broken Heart (Jared x Reader)

Warnings: SMUT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, (wrap it before you tap it, kids,) oral sex, female receiving, slight praise kink, angst, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of non-con, mentions of cheating, reader has PCOS, fluff, strong language.

Pairings: Jared x Reader

Characters: Jared, Jensen, Danneel, JJ Ackles, Misha (mentioned only)

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: You get a call from you older sister, Danneel, saying that she is in labor. When you arrive, your first niece is being born. You call your soon to be husband to inform him of JJ's birth, only to have a woman answer his phone.

You were on a mission.

You walked with purpose through the hallways of the hospital, not even stopping when a nurse asked if you needed help. You were Y/N Graul. You didn't need help to find your sisters freaking room.

"Ackles." You said, approaching two men. "Padalecki. How's my sister?" Just as the words left your mouth, you heard an ear piercing scream. "That answers that question." You pushed past them and into Danneel's delivery room.

"Ma'am, you can't be in here!" The doctor ordered.

"She's my sister." Danneel waved her off. "She can be here." The mother to be let out another groan of pain. You grabbed her hand, letting Danneel use it to relieve some of her pain. You winced slightly. Your sister had a strong grip.

You didn't understand how women could all over the world could go through this pain. Especially those without epidurals. 

"I want Jensen!" She cried.

You nodded, quickly making your way out into the hall. "Ackles! Get your ass in here!" Jensen gave Jared a scared look before following you inside.

"I'm here, sweetheart." He assured her as he took your place. You hid your smile at brother-in-law's kindness. You and Jensen never got along, mostly because you were so alike. You were both hard headed, but you had a big heart. You'd never say, but you secretly liked him.

"C'mon, Dannie," You encouraged, coming on the other side of her. "You've got this. Push!"

Danneel yelled once more, gripping both of your hands and she tried to push. "No! No, no, no. I can't do this!" She whined.

"You can and you will!" You demanded. "You are Danneel Ackles, you are a badass, powerful woman and you will be a great mother! All you have to do is push!"

"Easier said that done!" Danneel barked, her  auburn hair sticking to her forehead with sweat.

"We're almost there, Mrs. Ackles! One more push!" And with one last scream, and one last push, Danneel fell back on the bed, panting heavily. There was a small cry that pierced through the room, which caused the three adults to look over at the doctor.

"Congratulations," She smiled softly. "You just gave birth to a healthy baby girl."

Danneel and Jensen shared wide smiles as their newborn baby girl was set into their arms. "She's beautiful." Jensen whispered. "She has your eyes."

"She has your nose." Danneel looked over at you, her eyes filled with joy. "Y/N, can you give us a minute?"

"Of course, Dannie." You kissed her forehead. "I'm so happy for you."

You exited the room, only to find Jared pacing back and forth. "How are they? Danneel stopped screaming. Is she okay?" He asked, worry written across his face.

"They're okay. Better than okay, actually. Danneel just became a mother to a beautiful baby girl." You beamed proudly.

Jared let out a relieved laugh as he surged forward to hug you. You stood stiffly in his hold, unsure of what to do. You weren't used to physical affection, as your boyfriend rarely held you anymore. The last time you had been this close to Jared was at Jensen and Danneel's wedding when you both walked down the aisle together.

You slowly wrapped your arms around him, patting his back awkwardly. "Sorry," He apologized sheepishly. "I'm a hugger."

"So I've noticed." You said, stepping away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some exciting news to share with my family."

You found an empty hallway and began to call every family member you could think of. Gino was first, obviously. You knew how excited he was when he found out Danneel was pregnant. Your parents were next, and then your cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.

You cringed as you looked at the last name on your contacts. Will.

You hadn't been on very good terms as of late. The two of you had been fighting constantly, especially after you found out Danneel was pregnant. You were beyond happy for her and Jensen; they were finally starting the family they had always dreamed about.

Fuck it. You might as well get it over with. It rang three times before it was finally answered. "Hello?" An unfamiliar female voice said.

"Uh, who is this?" You questioned, starting to get defensive. It was four o'clock in the morning in Vermont.

"Lacy," She answered simply.

"And what are you doing with my fiance's phone, Lacy?"

"Who is it, babe?" You heard Will in the background.

"It's your fiance, William. The one that I didn't know you had!" Lacy screamed. "You asshole! I can't believe you cheated! And I can't believe you dragged me into it! We're done!" You felt your throat close up, your eyes began to well up with tears.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. You kept repeating to yourself. This was the happiest day of Jensen and Danneel's life, you couldn't bring them down.

"Y/N, baby, this really isn't what it sounds like." Will claimed after Lacy threw his phone at him. 

"No, Will, I think it's exactly what it sounds like." You whispered harshly. "You cheated. After three years, you cheated on me."

"Well you didn't give me much of a choice, did you?" He growled.

"Excuse me?"

"You haven't let me touch you in almost eight months. What else was I supposed to do? I have needs, Y/N."

"You know why we haven't done anything!" You hissed, tears running down your face. "You know exactly why!"

"Can't you just get over it! God, Y/N, we could always try again!" He yelled.

"Get over it? Get over it?! I lost my baby and you just want me to get over it! I can't just forget about it, Will. I should be having  my baby - our baby - in five weeks. July ninth."

"You know what I mean, Y/N. Of course I don't want you to forget about the baby, but we could always try again! It wasn't the end of the world!"

"Yes, it was, Will! You know how hard it is for me to get pregnant ever since I was diagnosed with PCOS-"

"It always comes back to that! 'Sorry, I can't have sex with you today because I feel bloated,' or 'Sorry I'm acting so down, my depression is bad today.' You use PCOS as an excuse to everything!"

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to calm yourself. "It was never going to work, was it?" You said quietly. "We both want kids, but I can't give you that. I can't give you a lot of things, apparently. When I come back, I want you out of my house. I'm going to be staying with Danneel and Jensen for a while. They're going to need some help with the new baby. It's a girl, just in case you were wondering." You hung up the phone, taking in a shaky breath.

"Son of a bitch!" You wailed as you threw your phone against the wall. You slowly slid to the floor, putting your head in your hands. You tried to quiet your sobs by biting your lip, which only caused your mouth to be filled with a metallic liquid.

Get it together, Y/N. You wiped the tears off your face, trying to calm yourself down. You couldn't believe this was happening. Your sister, your best friend, just gave birth to a healthy daughter. You should be celebrating, not crying over your crappy fiance. Ex fiance. 

You picked yourself off the floor, grabbing your phone as you did so. Of course it was shattered. You quickly went to the bathroom, your puffy face startling you. You splashed cold water on your face, which got rid of it for the most part.

You made your way back to Danneel's room, where the atmosphere was happy and joyful. Something that made your mood lighten just a fraction. "Hey Mama! How are you?"

"Doped up on pain meds," She grinned. "Having a baby really hurts. I knew it would hurt, I mean, I've seen the videos, but damn, that was awful." You laughed as you brushed her hair back.

"What's her name?"

"Justice Jay Ackles." Jensen answered, bringing your niece forward. "JJ for short. Do you want to hold her?"

You nodded eagerly as JJ was set into your arms. She began to fuss a little, reaching out for her father. "Shh, shh." You cooed. "It's okay, sweet JJ. I'm your Auntie Y/N/N. You'll get to meet the others soon enough. They're going to love you, just like your mommy and daddy love you. You are going to have a whole village looking after you, did you know that? Yeah, you have me, your uncle Gino, that's mommy's brother. Then you have your uncle Josh and Aunt Mack, that's your daddy's siblings. Then of course you have Uncle Jared and Misha. Those are daddy's best friends."

Jared and Jensen smiled at you. You were already so in love with JJ. "Danneel's knocked out." Jensen whispered. "The nurse wants to take JJ up to the nursery while she sleeps." You nodded as you handed over the baby. "Alright, I'm gonna go get us some food. You guys want anything?"

"No, I'm good." You shook your head.

"Same." Jared agreed.

And with that, Jensen left you and Jared alone with a sleeping Danneel. You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and tried to turn it on. Just your luck, the screen stayed black. That's what you get for throwing your phone at the wall.

"What in the hell happened to your phone, Y/N?" Jared questioned.

"It fell out of my pocket." You lied. "I guess I'll have to buy and new one."

"Damn, that sucks." He frowned. You gave a small shrug, not saying much of anything. "Are you okay, Y/N? You don't seem like yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, normally you like to take jabs at me and Jensen. Hell, the only one you really like is Misha. Plus, ever since you came back in the room, you've been frowning and your eyes are still puffy from where I know you've been crying." You felt your heart sink to your stomach. "I know you don't like me very much, or Jensen, for that matter, but we do care. What's wrong?"

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to sort out your words. "I can't say it here. Follow me."

You grabbed Jared by the hand and led him to where the nursery is. You needed something happy to cheer you up.

"Let me start this by saying that I don't hate you or Jensen." You didn't take your eyes off the adorable babies, but your hand was still brushing up against his. "I have known you both for a while now, and I care about you guys. Making jabs and snarky comments is how I show that I care." You could see Jared smiling out of the corner of your eye.

"I called Will this morning to tell him that Danneel had the baby." You saw Jared's smile fade slightly. "A woman answered his phone, and usually I wouldn't think anything of it. I would make an excuse that it's his secretary or assistant, but it was four a.m in Vermont when I called. Her name was Lacy." Your voice cracked.  "And it's my fault!"

"Y/N, it's not your fault-"

"But it is, Jare," You whispered. "It is. I pushed him away for months. Do you know how long it's been? Eight months. It's been eight months, Jared. And Will 'has needs.'"

"That's the dumbest excuse ever." He mumbled.

"This next part. . . I haven't told anyone but Will. Not Danneel, not Gino, not my parents, anyone. So you have to promise not to tell anyone. I'll tell my family once I'm ready, but for now, they don't need to know."

Jared's frown deepened. "I won't say anything, Y/N, I promise. Are you okay?"

"No," You shook your head. "I haven't been okay for a while now." You took a deep breath before continuing. "Last year I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome – PCOS for short."

"Yeah, I've heard of it." Jared said softly, his eyes filled with pity.

"Will and I had been trying so hard for a baby. And when we found out I had PCOS, we stopped. And I was heartbroken. I've wanted to start a family for so long, and to get that news hurt me. And it hurt Will." You felt your hands start to shake.

"One night after I had one too many drinks, I passed out on the couch, and I woke up the next morning in my bed with all my clothes off and Will lying in my bed beside me. I don't know what happened that night, but I know I didn't want it. And four weeks later I found out I was pregnant." Jared's jaw clenched and his eyes held something malicious.

"I didn't care how it happened. I know I should have, but I was just so excited to have a baby. To be a mother. And then when I went to my OBGYN, she told me I had. . . I had a miscarriage."

"Oh, Y/N," Jared said sadly, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"I lost my baby. And I don't know what to do with myself, Jare." You cried. "W-what am I supposed to do?"

You were shaking uncontrollably now, unable to calm down. "That m-might have been my only chance!" Jared swallowed hard as he brought you in for a hug. "I want my baby!" You wailed.

"I know," He whispered as he gripped you tight. "I know, honey. I am so sorry. This is so unfair to you. You deserve so much better than this."

"What if it was my last chance?" You sniffed.

"It wasn't," He assured you as he rocked you back and forth. "There are fertilization treatments, surrogacy, adoption. . . You'll be a mother one day, Y/N, and you'll be the best mother a child could ever ask for."

"Really?" You asked in a small voice, looking up at the tall man. He smiled as he brushed back a piece of your hair and wiped away your tears.

"Really."

You felt your heart beating out of your chest and your breaths quickening. "Jared,"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

He didn't have to be told twice as he leaned down to kiss your lips. He cupped your face with both of his hands, bringing you closer to him. "Mm," He moaned, pulling away. "Not in front of the babies. They're too young to be scarred this way." You laughed as he dragged you away to a bathroom, making sure no one was in there before locking the door.

Jared grabbed you by the waist and gently pushed you against the wall. He wasted no time as he pressed his lips against yours once more. His tongue slid across your lower lip, asking for permission to enter, which you happily granted.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. Jared put his hand on the back of your thigh, encouraging you to jump. You got the memo as you lifted yourself up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He moved and set you down on the counter.

"Do you want to keep going?" Jared asked, breathless.

"Yes," You nodded, your face flushed. "Please, Jare." He groaned at the nickname.

"I love it when you call me that." He said as he ran kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

"And I. . . Love it when. . . You kiss my neck like that." You panted as you began to unbutton Jared's shirt. You ran your hands across his abs and looped your fingers around his belt buckle.

"You are far too overdressed." Jared complained as he tugged at the hem of your shirt.

"Why don't you fix that for me?" You smirked. There was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he pulled your shirt off your body.

You covered your stomach as you suddenly felt shy when Jared's eyes raked over your body. He frowned as he pulled your arms away. "Why are you hiding from me?"

"I- I dunno. It's just. . . All the girls you've been with in the past like Gen and Sandra are so beautiful and I look nothing like them -"

"Let me stop you right there," Jared said sternly. "You are gorgeous and incredibly sexy. Don't you dare compare yourself to them, because they could never be as beautiful as you. Don't let any asshole tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" You nodded slowly, fighting off the smile that crept onto your face. "Good, now let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"

Jared pulled down your jeans and tossed them aside, along with your panties. He looked at you like he hadn't eaten in days and you were a four course meal.

He began to trail kisses up your thighs, getting so close to where you wanted him to be only for him to pull away. "Quite being such a tease!" You growled.

Jared have you a smirk. "Yes ma'am." And with that he pulled you forward slightly so you were sitting on the edge of the counter. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before a wave of euphoria hit as you felt Jared's tongue on your clit.

"Oh-" You moaned, only for Jared to cover your mouth with his hand.

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, would you?" He questioned. You shook your head, desperate for him to return to where he was. "Be a good girl for me and stay quiet." His kissed you on the mouth before going back to eating you out. You bit your lip in attempts to silence your moans.

"Fuck," You whispered as you leaned your head back. Jared began to tease your hole with his tongue, making you gasp and grab onto his long locks.

You felt warmth spread through your stomach and a familiar coil began to tighten. "Oh, god, Jare, please keep going!" You encouraged him. "I'm so close."

At those words, Jared pulled away abruptly, making you want to cry out. "Sorry babygirl, you can only come when I say you can."

You frowned at his words. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy it." He winked. Jared began to unbuckle his belt; you could see his growing erection through his jeans. "I don't have a condom." He said defeated. "Are you clean?"

You nodded. "What about you?"

"Yeah, I'm all good." He assured you.

"Then we should be fine, it's not like I can get pregnant anyways."

"You never know." Jared said as he nipped at your neck. As he left love bites on your neck, you began to pull down his jeans, revealing his hardon. You pushed yourself off the counter and got on your knees, only for Jared to pull you back up.

"Not this time, kitten. This is about you, not me."

"But I want to make you feel good." You protested.

"Next time, baby." You smiled at the thought of a next time. He quickly turned you around so you were bent over the counter. "You're so wet." He growled as he grinded against you. "All this for me?"

"Yes, Jare. Only for you." You panted, desperate for his cock.

"Good," He murmured against your neck. "I've been waiting a while for this to happen, there is no way I'm letting it go to waste. Do you still want this?" He questioned, wanting to make sure you were still comfortable with it.

"If you stopped now I might have to kill you." Jared slowly pushed into you, as he didn't want to hurt you. You gasped in surprise; you had never been with someone as big as him. He gave you time to adjust to his size. "Move." You pleaded.

Jared chuckled as he slowly began to thrust into you. He grunted at the feeling of your warmth. "Fuck, Y/N." He moaned. "You're so fucking tight."

He began to pick up speed, which earned a moan from you. Jared put his hand over your mouth to silence your sounds, but you could still hear you skin slapping together.

"Oh, fuck." He growled. "I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill you with my seed, make you all round. God, you'd look so fucking sexy carrying my baby." Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his words, causing your walls to clench around his dick. "Would you like that, huh? Being so full of my cum that it runs down you legs."

"Oh, fuck yes." You nodded. "Please, Jared, fill me with your cum. Make me carry your child." You begged.

Jared gripped your hips tightly, (definitely leaving bruises) as he rammed into you. You struggled to keep quiet, as all you wanted to do was scream from pleasure. "You're going to look so good filled with my cum." He purred.

"Let me cum with you." You whined, the coil in your stomach was ready to snap.

"I'm so close." He grunted, sweat dotting his brow. "Cum with me, babygirl. Cum." He demanded.

You shuttered as your coil finally snapped and you rode out your orgasm on Jared's dick. He followed soon after you, blowing his load into your womb.

"Holy shit," You muttered. "That was so fucking hot."

"You're telling me." Jared said as he slowly pulled out, making you feel empty. You began to clean yourself up and put your clothes back on.

You both looked a mess; swollen lips, messy hair and to top it all of, hickeys scattered your neck. You reached up on your tip toes to flatten Jared's hair. "At least our hair covers the bruises." You grinned.

"So, what happens next?" Jared questioned.

"I guess that's up to you." You shrugged. "We can either go on a date and see how this plays out, or we can forget this ever happened."

"I don't want to forget." He shook his head. "I don't think I could forget."

"Good," You smiled. "I was hoping you would say that." Jared grinned as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

"I have a really good feeling about this."

[ladylooch]

Enemies & Lovers - [Mack X David]

A/N: This took embarrassingly long. Mads, thank you for loving me endlessly despite that! Hope you enjoy babe! From this request.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+ Content

(David) 

The final verse of the national anthem has goosebumps breaking out on David’s skin. Anticipation begins to awaken his senses, rushing through his veins until little bumps protrude all over his body. He taps his stick against the ice, putting his helmet back on as he zooms around the Rangers zone, getting ready for puck drop. Tonight isn’t like any other game night for him. Tonight, Mackenzie Hischier sits 20 rows up from the ice with her older sister and niece. And while Lucie thinks Mack is there with her, she’s there for David. He knows it, can feel it in his bones that she said yes to tonight for him and only him. He hopes he will get the chance to thank her properly later.

On the other side of the ice, a white and red jersey with Meier across the back skates close to the red line. It’s the first time Lio and David have shared the ice since the concussion Lio suffered in the Fall. David isn’t worried about retaliation from the hit. He already answered to it that same night. But he wouldn’t put it past Lio to line him up in this opening shift to send a message. He’s ready for it, embraces it even. A big hit to start the game helps set the tone for him. Connor skates up next to David, giving his shin pad a tap before he exhales heavily. 

“Tight game today.” Connor says as they both skate to the blue line. Lio is at the bottom of the center face of circle. He wears his notorious smirk, zeroing in on Connor and David together. 

“Meier where is my thank you for putting your family back together?” David laughs. Lio has no reaction.

“Lee, heads up today, eh?” Connor calls as the puck drops. The Rangers win it back and it’s on Connor’s stick.

“Don’t be a dick.” Lio smirks as he skates close to his best friend, swinging his stick each direction, forcing Connor to make the pass across ice to David. 

“Love ya, buddy!” Connor chuckles as Lio follows the puck across. David moves the puck up the ice, then braces himself for the big hit from Lio. He exhales a heavy puff as he slams into the boards. He grins, watching the Meier skate back towards the Devils zone. 

“Let’s go baby!” He yells after Lio, howling with laughter. 

It’s gonna be a good fucking game tonight. 

The game is tight at first, not much space or offensive zone time for either team. Connor and David are shutting down Lio and his two line mates regularly. The Devils are trying to adjust match ups, but it takes them until most of the way through the 1st before the Rangers ice the puck, allowing for the second line to match up with them instead. 

A rookie, who David doesn’t even know, rolls up next to him and Connor at the face-off in front of the net. David spits onto the ice, waiting for the puck to drop.

“Ey, Woody. That your wife up there with the nice pair of tits?” He asks Connor. 

“Easy there, fella.” Connor laughs, popping this mouthguard off his teeth with his tongue as his blue eyes piece through the rookie’s face.

“She looks like fun. That her sister next to her?” The hair on the back of David’s neck stands up. “Looks just like her.” The puck drops, ceasing any more commentary from the little prick. David’s shoulders are still tense. Another icing means another face off in the Rangers zone. The rookie lines up in the same spot, smacking on his blue gum as David grits down hard on his mouthguard. 

“Be honest, you ever tap her sister in with you two? She seems wild… and like she enjoys having things stuck up her ass.” 

David can hear his growl belt out of his chest as he shoves the prick over. 

“The fuck did you just say?” David screams. He reaches out with his glove, face washing him with the wet leather. The rookie weakly shoves at David. David backs him into the boards as the linesmen try to pull them apart. 

“David! David! Come on, bud. Let’s keep it civil.”

“Watch your fucking mouth around me, boy.” David shoves the rookie’s face again, then lets the linesman move him away. His heart is pounding in his chest. A red filter covers the world, pulsing in his vision in sync with the blood in his veins.

“Chill. He’s known for this. Trying to give them some juice.” Connor taps David’s breezers as they skate off to the bench.

“You’re going to let him talk about your wife like that?”

“It’s not like it’s true.” Connor rolls his eyes. “I can’t get mad every time someone talks about Lucie’s perky tits. They’re… really nice. I get it.” Connor laughs, trying to lighten the mood. “Mack would laugh at that comment.” David bites his tongue, but shakes his head, then leans forward to watch the play rush out of their zone.

No, Mack wouldn’t like that comment at all. It would make her skin crawl with disgust. She would curl inwards on herself until she became mute then she would visibly beginning to shake from internalizing her anger. Deep down, those words would be branded into her heart where they would haunt, twisting her gut and keeping her awake until long after 2am. 

The red in David’s vision intensifies. 

“You wanna let that guy talk about your wife like that, fine. But I’m not going to.” David says as they head off the bench for intermission. 

In the second period, David comes sprinting out with a vengeance for that little prick. Every time he sees him, he checks him hard into the boards. Each hit elicits a groan from the rookie. Once David begins to lead by example, Connor has a change of approach, following up with a hard hit every so often too. Both David and Connor chirp the rookie when he is on the bench. At one point, there is a scrum with the three of them that has Lio standing tall on the bench, concerned. During the next TV time out, Lio skates close to the Rangers bench, tapping his stick to get Connor’s attention.

“Any chance you two old fucks could stop terrorizing my rookie?”

“Hell no.” Connor spits out water onto the ice.

“He dug his hole.” David agrees.

“Let him figure his own way out.”

“Gotta be a big boy with such a big fucking mouth.” David nods as they both stand up to get on the ice.

“Alright, well. I don’t wanna fight tonight. Sav doesn’t like it.” He grins at Connor when he says that.

“You’re whipped like cream, bitch.” 

“Fucking right!” Lio laughs. “You see her today? Looking like my next meal.” 

In that next shift, the Devils do a quick line change. David looks at the rookie, licking his lips.

“You ready to repent for your sins yet, boy?”

“If I fight you, will you leave me alone?”

“Sure, if you win.” David agrees. There is no way in hell that is happening.

And it doesn’t. 

David knocks his fist into the rookie’ face once. The boy drops to the ice in agony. His nose is broken, but he will survive. Message received. As David skates to the penalty box, he shakes out his right hand. During his skate, his eyes drift twenty rows up to the woman he just broke a man’s nose for. She has that look on her face. Disapproval rolls from her brown eyes in waves.

David can’t wait to fuck that off her face tonight.

- - - 

(Mack)

The final buzzer came twenty minutes too late in Mack’s opinion. The game had been stressful. She remembers this about Devils and Rangers games from when she was little. Her dad was always so worked up afterwards. Her Uncle T too. 

“Well! All the boys are getting off the ice safely this time. Yay!” Lucie claps around a sleepy Stella in her lap. “We will have to give David a reward for not going head hunting.” Mack smiles to herself. She is more than happy to give him a reward of her own kind later…. If he texts her. 

She has already texted him too many times asking for him to come over. It’s pathetic and uncharacteristic for her. If Mack isn’t careful, she is going to catch feelings. 

“I’m assuming you’re heading out?” Lucie asks her sister. The lower bowl is pretty much empty, besides the family members who wait out the crowd in their seats.

“Ah….” Mack trails off, making a show of looking around while contemplating. “I’ll come down and say hi to Connor.” 

“Oh. Okay!” Lucie says, surprised. “He will be excited to see you.” 

Although good intentioned from her sister, Mack feels a bit guilty about Lucie saying that. Even though Mack moved to New York full time this summer, she has been gone a lot for work and when she is in town, the last place she wants to be is here at MSG. No offense to her brother-in-law, whom she definitely adores, but she isn’t very interested in sports. She would much rather sit at home reading a great book or eating at a sushi bar somewhere in the city. Well… until recent developments with a certain defenseman.

Mack and Lucie make their way down to the basement of the arena. Stella continues to sleep on her mama, so Mack carries Lucie’s purse and jacket down with her. It isn’t a long wait for Connor, who comes beaming out of the locker room with wet curls wildly drying.

“Hi babies.” He grins at his wife. “And Mackenzie.”

“Why?” She wrinkles her nose at her full name.

“Cause I love ya!” He shouts, wrapping her into a tight bear hug that she didn’t ask for.

“Okay.” She pats his back awkwardly. “Please let go.” She mutters. He steps aside, going to Lucie to collect their daughter. 

“Did she see any of the game?” He asks his wife.

“A lot of it actually. It wasn’t until the third that she was really out.”

“Pretty good for our big girl.” Connor brushes his lips along Stella’s forehead. He tucks her more into his jacket, then looks at Mack and Lucie. “Ready to head out?”

Mack hesitates, looking over to the right where Connor had come from. She scans the people milling about, not seeing David. Damn. She hoped she could catch a glimpse of him, get a sense on if she will hear from him tonight or not. But he is nowhere to be found. She can’t exactly hang around without drawing suspicion from her family.

“Ah, are we going to see Lio at all?” Mack tries to stall.

“No, I talked to him after interviews. They have too tight of a travel schedule. They’re flying to Montreal.”

“Oh, I see.” Mack nods. She crosses her arms over her chest, then nods. “Yeah I’m ready then.” 

She falls into line behind the group, tossing one last unfulfilling look over her shoulder for David. 

- - -

The text Mack is waiting for never comes. 

Instead, it manifests as a knock on the door. She cannot help but grin to herself when she looks out and sees David on the other side of the wood, a white box in his hand.

“Hi.” He smiles at her when she opens the door.

“Hi. Do you always show up at people’s places unannounced?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know I was coming, honey.” He chuckles.

“Presumptuous.”

“And yet I’m not wrong.” He grins. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch you after the game. And that I’m a lot later than I wanted to be.” He holds the box up. “But I wanted to get you some of these. I know you’re leaving in a few days and won’t have time to get over there before you go.” Mack steps aside, letting him in.

“And they are?” She glances at the box, then registers the logo. “Oh my god! Are these the seven layer brownies!?” She grips his forearm as he tries to walk past so she can verify her suspicion.  “Did you try them!?”

“No, I thought that might be fun to do together. Unless you want them both?”

“No! Oh my god these are the closest thing I can find to the ones in our hometown.”

In the excited haze of her favorite treat, Mack throws caution completely to the wind. Never mind that they are not supposed to be buddies without the fuck in front of it. Or the way her brain is trying to toss danger signs in front of her to slow her down as she marches to the kitchen for plates. She doesn’t care. She can’t care. How could she when he showed up here with a box of brownies from a place she mentioned to him once before they were ever anything more than enemies?

“I would have been here earlier, but they were sold out, and I had to bribe the teenager behind the counter to make a small, special batch for us.”

“What did that cost you?” Mack’s mouth drops open in awe.

“More than the $10 the menu said these were.” He chuckles. He sets the box next to her on the counter, then begins working on undoing his cuff links.

“Cuff links?” Mack asks with curiosity, then focuses on getting the brownies out of the box. They are still warm, which has the thick, ganache frosting melting down the slides. 

“I’m old fashioned.” He shrugs.

“I’ve noticed.” She smiles slightly. Silence consumes them as he watches her get the second brownie out. She gets a bit of frosting on her finger, lifting it to his lips. He sucks the sweetness off, keeping direct eye contact that has Mack’s stomach bottoming out.

“Mmm, sweet. Like you.” He drags his gaze down from her eyes to savor every curve of her body.

“Being that forward is not very old-fashioned.” He chuckles.

“I ain’t got time to waste. You’re heading out of town and there are least twenty positions I wanna bend you into tonight.” 

“We have to try these brownies before though.”

“Then what are you waiting on. I don’t need a plate.” 

“Farm boy, be civilized. This is not something to just hoover down.” David snatches one of the brownies off the plate and takes a bite, devouring half of the treat. Mack stares at him, mouth agape.

“Baby, I am not kidding. I got you these brownies as an appreciation for how hard you’ve been working lately, but knowing you’re leaving town has me feeling very  impatient.” 

“You gonna miss me?” She whispers, teasing, reaching up to smear some of the chocolate dotted along his bottom lip. David stills.

“Gonna be blue here without you.” He murmurs, putting a big paw on her hip to keep her close. Mack notices the bulge pressing into her thigh. “Anymore questions?” He wraps his hand along her lower back, skirting atop her ass just to hear the sharp intake of her breath from feeling more of his hard length. 

“Why are you fighting 19 year olds?” She says, more steadily than she thought she could, wanting to know what all the fuss was about earlier in the evening.

“Cause he said you like things up your ass and I know you don’t. Thought he should know what talking about you like that gets him.”

“Oh my god!” She stutters. “W-what! Are you kidding?”

“No.” David shakes his head, dead serious. “So he needed to learn that he doesn’t get to speak about you when I’m around. Or he will get my fist in his face.”

Mack isn’t sure if she should roll her eyes, smack David’s chest, or swoon off her damn feet. So instead she keeps standing there, dumbfounded, hands on his chest. 

“Why me?” She hears herself ask. A low chuckle rumbles his chest under her hands.

“How about I talk you through why?”

His lips collapse over hers, stealing an immediate whimper out of her mouth. He runs his hands along her back to her thighs, lifting her up and walking her over to her couch. There really isn’t time for her bedroom. The couch will be a perfect runway for her to be his pillow princess tonight. He lays her down on the couch, kissing her lips, pulling slightly away a little bit each time so she has to chase him, becoming as impatient as him.

“Because you look like this after I kiss you.” He says, thumbing her swollen bottom lip.

He drags that hand between her breasts, searching for the hem of her t-shirt. They maintain eye contact as he drags the fabric up her body. He slides back, placing open mouth kisses along her stomach. He gets to her jeans, popping the button open expertly with one hand, then he tugs her panties down.  His mouth continues south until his mustache brushes her throbbing clit. His tongue snakes out of his lips, crudely prodding her sensitive nub while she is still mostly clothed. 

“Because somehow, you taste even better than you look.”

His big hands come around her hips, then slide her jeans and panties off in one swoop. He works them completely off her ankles, then drops them to the side. He runs his palms up the backs of her thighs before pinning her knees almost to her ears. He licks his lips while looking deep into Mack’s eyes. Finally, he dips his head back to the task at hand. 

“Oh.” Mack moans immediately when his tongue tastes her folds. Her fingers curl into the cushions below her. Her inner walls convulse around emptiness, calling David’s tongue to it for a moment to satisfy the craving. “Oh fuck.” She groans when he licks up her slit again, vacuuming her clit into his mouth.

“Because you sound like that when I’m eating your pretty pussy. Mmm, taste so good tonight. Rook wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy this good.”

“Uh.” Mack wines as David goes back in for another pass. Her arousal coats his mustache as he alternates between sucking her clit and lapping at it with devouring flicks. 

“Be good for me and keep your knees up.” He commands, releasing one of her thighs so he can circle her hole with his finger. He plunges in, working in unison with his skilled tongue. He slurps and sucks, fucking her with two fast fingers as Mack squirms under his mouth. Mack’s thighs begin to shake against her abdomen. David curls his fingers up, tracing circles on her velvet spot. Stars blot Mack’s vision as she comes fiercely. David collects her orgasm on his tongue, gently cleaning her up with his mouth before he pulls away to undress himself. 

“Take your shirt off, honey.” He commands to Mack. “Wanna see those gorgeous tits bounce while I’m fucking you.” Mack complies, barely coherent, feeling drunk when she watches his cock spring free from his underwear. David grabs his shaft, stroking it while looking her over. “Because you look like that after you cum.” He smirks, then leans down to kiss her. She grips both sides of his head, forcing her tongue into his mouth to taste what he did to her. He groans, then pulls roughly away to grab the condom from his pants.

After rolling it on, he places the head of his cock against her hot, wet core. Her previous orgasm paves the way for him, allowing him to fit in snuggly with only a stitch of pain. He waits for her to adjust, doing gentle little movements to expand her until she is forcing her hips down harder on him for more.

“Mmm.” She moans loudly when he begin to move. “Feels so good.” She assures him, barely able to whisper with how intense their combined thrusts feel.

David grabs her left knee, hooking it around his hip as he begins his long drives into her pussy. He drops his lips to hers, eating up every moan, whimper and word that wants to fall from her pretty mouth. Mack runs her hands up his arms where they hold his weight over her. They eventually rest on his shoulders, feeling comfortable there as he watches the orgasm build on her face. Her eyes begin to shine brighter, her lips parted wider, and her chest heaves, making her breasts bounce even harder with each press of his cock into her.

“Yeah, because you’re a fantasy, baby. But then the real thing kicks that fantasy’s ass.” He moans the last part as her inner walls collapse in on him. He isn’t sure she is going to let go this time as she convulses up.  Then she releases, only to swallow him deeper than before, eager for her release. Mack grips his shoulders tighter as he adjusts her knee on his hip, driving into her at the angle she needs.

“David, fuck! I’m coming.” She groans, then comes undone in his next two thrusts. Her fingers clench onto his bare skin as she arches her back, opening her legs wider for him to go deeper. 

“Feels so good when you cum around my cock. Fuckin’ so good.” He grunts, pushing himself to his own climax. As much as he wants this to last forever, he knows he can’t last any longer. She feels too good. He let himself get drowned by the feeling of her quivering walls, releasing into the condom with a hearty, blissed out groan. 

David stays kneeling between her legs, rising up to his full heigh tiredly. Gripping the edge of the condom, he pulls carefully out of her used folds. She whimpers when he is gone, feeling so empty and incomplete without him. He leans down to kiss her tenderly, small open mouthed pecks, with light tongue strokes from each of them. Then he stands up, strutting across the apartment to the bathroom. 

Mack lays there with her eyes closed, legs curled back together as she waits for the soft aftercare she knows he will give her. David returns with a warm, wet washcloth, taking his time cleaning her up. When he is done, he tosses the towel to the floor, then maneuvers Mack to her side so he can rest on his back beside her. Their slick, naked skin binds together in a hot, sticky mess for a few minutes, until Mack shivers after coming down from her high. David grabs the blanket from the back of the couch draping it over as much of her body as it will reach. He turns his face into her hair.

“Can’t believe I got you to leave that brownie over there.” He murmurs against her temple. She bolts up with awareness, taking the blanket with her to run to the kitchen. She giggles the whole way excitedly. He props himself up on his elbows to see her face. She leans her butt into the counter, carefully balancing the blanket she clutches closed and the brownie as she takes her first bite. She moans, but nothing like she just was doing for him. 

“Oh my god.” She sighs, exaggerating her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Better than sex?” He asks.

“No.��� She laughs. “And definitely not sex with you.” He smiles confidently, then lets his back hit the couch again. Mack wanders back over to the couch, straddling his lower abdomen as she takes another bite. “You want one?”

“No. I got it for you more than me.”

“Thank you.” She smiles softly, without teeth, worrying about goopy ganache teeth. 

“You’re welcome.” He responds, tucking some of her hair back behind her ear. His fingers linger there, then slowly work down her jaw, ending with this thumb sliding off her chin. His eyes never leave hers. “Because you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Mackenzie Hischier.”

Something hot and intense burns in her chest when he says that. It bursts through her veins and grows up her back until her scalp tingles as intensely as her toes. She swallows hard, feeling like the brownie is caught in her throat. She rips her gaze away from his, forcing a little cough.

“I’m going to get some water. Do you want some?”

“Mhm.” He murmurs, unfazed by her sudden retreat. 

She can run all she wants from him, but he isn’t going anywhere.

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I don’t know if you take requests for nurseydex fics... but if you do the song “omg did she call him baby” by Beth McCarthy screams a heartbroken Nursey when Dex has a girlfriend

i like really can’t do genuine heartbreak but i CAN do angst that ends happy, so here’s my best shot :)

Nursey’s got a red Solo cup in one hand and a plastic champagne flute in the other and it’s sometime after three but before five and he is definitely not thinking about her or him or them together when he looks up between one sip and another to see the telltale blue hair reflecting the murky spotlights of the basement.

Nursey squints. He could be making things up--his brain is nice like that-- but he doesn’t think he’s imagining things. She’s got very distinctive hair, Dex’s--girlfriend. It’d been rather disappointing, actually, the blue hair. The whole thing had been easier to deal with when he’d been picturing some light-haired brunette going for an economics degree who smiled like a mom at soccer practice. Someone who Nursey could reasonably dislike on grounds of, like, predictability.

But no, Dex had to bring home a blue-haired physics major with a nose ring and good taste in music and the ability to out-argue Shitty while polishing off Bitty’s pie, i.e. perfect. Even Lardo couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t awesome for Nursey’s sake. Even Nursey can’t pretend like Amanda isn’t awesome for his own sake. She’s just so--so--

Nursey squints.

So-- making out with some random girl in a blouse at a frat party.

What the fuck.

Nursey is about two margaritas and three years too deep to be dealing with the emotional ramifications of catching the girlfriend of his best friend (who he’s also kind of sort of possibly maybe totally in love with) macking on some consultant for Goldman Sachs or some shit in the basement of arguably one of the worst frats at Samwell. This one doesn’t even have good music, Nursey’s only here to get drunk without the possibility of Dex calling Nursey Patrol and helping Nursey up the stairs and saying nothing about the poetry Nursey spills or the way his hands linger.

(Fuck does Nursey hate Nursey Patrol, fuck does he hate how much he loves it.)

Nursey downs the rest of the champagne flute--which was probably mostly orange juice at this point anyway-- and hands the red Solo cup to a freshman gearing himself up to talk to a cute boy a few feet away and then Nursey gets the fuck out of dodge. He manages to get a better look at the corporate recruiter Amanda is cheating on Dex with (and really, if you’re going to cheat on Dex, you’re really going to pick a chick in a blouse that probably has opinions on the stock market???) and if he hadn’t been sure before, the distinctive tattoo on Amanda’s shoulder proves that it’s really her.

(“Tattoos? Tattoos? I have tattoos.” “I know you do, Nurse.” “They’re really nice tattoos.” “I know they are, Nurse.”)

Emerging from the basement and then the frat house itself is instantly sobering. The chill from winter hasn’t quite left the air at night and Nursey wraps his arms around himself and doesn’t think about how Dex chirped him about not wearing a coat before he’d left. The frat isn’t far away from the Haus, thank god, but it is slightly farther when he turns left instead of right and then has to a backtrack a bit, but he still gets back in under ten minutes and he can still feel his hands, so overall, a win.

Attempting to get into the Haus quietly is a lost cause, given its one thousand year old floor and the fact that a ladybug could fart in the kitchen and wake up the guys in the attic. Still, Nursey gives it the good college try, which is why he’s creeping ridiculously through the living room when the light turns on suddenly and he screams, much to the amusement of Dex, standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Fuck, dude, what the fuck.”

Dex just smirks in that horribly attractive way of his. “How was the Psi-U basement?”

Nursey thinks of blue hair, washed out in the lights, Amanda’s hand on that girl’s cheek, the way Dex smiles when he’s around her. “Fine,” Nursey says, swaying.

The amusement falters and Nursey wishes he could figure out a way to keep the smile on Dex’s face the way Amanda does. Dex takes a step closer. “Are you alright?”

Nursey shakes his head violently and takes a step back, a step farther away. This is the part where he says yes, yes of course Dexy-darling, I’m right as rain, what about you? This is the part where Dex rolls his eyes and loops his arm around Nursey’s waist, his warm side pressed into Nursey’s. The part where they go upstairs, where Nursey writes his best poetry that he’s too embarrassed to write down when he’s sober, where Dex tells him to sleep well and lingers outside the doorway long enough for Nursey’s breathing to slow and then the floor creaks and Nursey knows he’s gone and wishes he’d held on just a little bit longer--

“Nursey, what’s wrong?”

Nursey shakes his head again. He means to say nothing, he means to say, I’m going to bed, he means to-- “Amanda, she--”

The concern turns to alarm. Why can’t Nursey ever make it better? “Is she alright? Did you see her? Is she okay?”

Nursey shakes his head again. He can’t seem to stop doing that. “She’s fine, she--she--” He swallows, and it’s sticky, cloying, citrusy and sweet on the back of his tongue. “She--there was this girl, she-- Amanda, she--”

Dex won’t stop frowning, concern knitting his eyebrows together with three short wrinkles, and Nursey has wanted to smooth them out with his fingertips every time he sees them since sophomore year, and he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be telling Dex this while he’s drunk, shouldn’t be telling Dex this at all, but he’s Nursey’s friend first and Nursey has to believe he’d tell Dex regardless of the love thing, he must--

“She was kissing some girl. In the Psi-U basement.”

The wrinkles smooth out. The amusement returns. Nursey--he can’t make sense of it over the ringing in his ears. Why is Dex smiling? Did--did Nursey do that?

“Did she look like a lawyer?” he asks, and at Nursey’s confusion clarifies, “The girl Amanda was kissing. Did she look like a lawyer?” Nursey nods dumbly. Dex’s smile only grows. Nursey is so, so confused and also more in love than he’s ever been. “Finally. I just won fifty bucks.”

What the fuck. “What the fuck.”

Dex laughs--laughs. “The girl’s name is Tammy. She graduated last year and moved to Boston. Amanda’s been in love with her forever, and I bet her that she’d get with Tammy before I--” Flush appears high on Dex’s cheeks, the soft pink one that means embarrassment and Nursey imagines would taste like cherry pie against his lips.

Nursey is--still quite a bit drunk. He needs--clarification. “You--you bet your girlfriend that she would get with her friend at a frat party?”

Dex’s nose scrunches up in Nursey’s favorite way--the same way it does when he’s trying to write humanities essays, the reason Nursey always says yes when Dex asks for help. “Girlfriend? Did you think Amanda was my girlfriend?”

Nursey remembers the start, hearing about Amanda every other day, then every day, then it was, sorry I can’t come, I’m meeting Amanda at-- and then one day at Annie’s, a girl with blue hair and a sharp grin yelled Babe! from across the room and planted a kiss on Dex’s cheek, her hand lingering on his shoulder, sipping from his coffee cup, getting him to smile like that--

“Well, yeah.” Nursey’s head is spinning and, for the first time tonight, not from the gin. “Is she--is she not?”

“Oh God, no, she’s so fucking gay, dude.” Laughter twinkles in Dex’s eyes. Nursey is drunker than he’s been since freshmen year of high school when Shitty snuck in some of his dad’s hard liquor and the janitors found them on the roof singing Disney songs at the moon. Dex’s girlfriend is gay. Dex’s girlfriend isn’t his girlfriend. Dex is--is smiling at him like he smiles at his girlfriend who isn’t his girlfriend.

“Oh,” Nursey says, dazed, “chill.”

“Oh wow,” Dex grins, leaning into the doorframe, “I can’t believe you thought--and you thought telling me my girlfriend was cheating on me at 3am while shit-drunk was a good idea?”

Nursey says, “Hey, honesty is important, and I’m not--” He stops. He remembers something. He squints. “Wait. If you bet 50 bucks on Amanda getting with Tammy, who did Amanda bet you would get with?”

The cherry pie blush is back. Nursey takes an absent-minded step forward. The room feels so much lighter now that Dex’s girlfriend isn’t cheating on him. The distance between them feels so much sillier now that Dex doesn’t have a girlfriend.

“Ah, well.” Dex rubs at the back of his neck, all country bumpkin sheepish to ask his sweetheart to the dance, and--and--

“I’m the sweetheart,” Nursey realizes with the kind of crystal clarity only afforded by the most copious amounts of alcohol.

Dex’s eyebrows furrow, those sweet little wrinkles appearing between them, and Nursey takes two long strides forward and presses his thumb into them. Dex goes cross-eyed trying to watch, but moves his eyes to meet Nursey’s after a moment.

Nursey grins, likely a bit sloppy from the gin, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. “I’m the sweetheart,” he repeats, beaming.

Dex tries to repress the smile at his lips. “You’re not a sweetheart.”

“Yes I am,” Nursey sings, listing forwards. “You like me.”

“You’re an asshole.” Dex’s smile grows. Nursey watches its progress and sways.

“They’re not mutually exclusive,” he says, tracking the pink lips as they spread, revealing teeth and--and tongue and--

“I hate that you can still say mutually exclusive when you’re this drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. See, I’ll prove it.”

“How do you plan on--”

If Dex’s mouth weren’t so preoccupied, he might say that the taste on Nursey’s tongue is a good indication that he is in fact fairly tipsy, but as it is--well. He’s got other things to do.

(Amanda asserts that they tied since it happened on the same night and only pays $25. Tammy throws in five more and a condom and they call it even. Nursey kisses away Dex’s protest and pockets the condom, much to Amanda’s amusement. Turns out, she’s even cooler when she isn’t dating the love of Nursey’s life.)