#boaz x reader

[daughterofcain-67]

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

(Boaz Priestly x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In honor of spooky season, The Beach City Grill is throwing a Horror movie night event by putting on the movie Scream! The employees are excited, and so are some of the regulars. Your friends, Piper, Jen and Tish invite you to come because she knows you're another regular at the grill. But the thing is, you hate scary movies, crime shows or anything dealing with blood. Which will be scarier? Actually watching this movie, or embarrassing yourself in front of a guy you like?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader has a phobia of blood, spoilers for the 1996 Scream movie. Fluffy Priestly. Costumes!

"Here, Y/N. Trucker's having us try handing out coupons for discounts." Tish said with a smile on her face and you grinned.

"Thanks, Tish! I'll be sure to use it again when I come back." You promised. You had been going to The Beach City Grill for the past couple of years, visiting as often as twice a week during your lunch break or on the weekends.

"Hey Y/N! Tish did you tell her about tomorrow night?" Piper asked as she came out of the back, you assumed it was for some kind of supplies.

"Something's happening tomorrow night?"

"Oh that's right! Y/N, you should totally swing by! We're having a movie night and since Halloween is coming up we're gonna watch Scream!" The red headed girl explained and you started to feel a little uneasy.

"A horror movie?" You said with a nervous chuckle.

Then you heard a door open up followed by an abrupt, "Alright everybody calm down! I've arrived!"

When you looked over you saw Priestly and today his hair was colored blue again. He had one of his usual humorously inappropriate shirts that tended to get you to chuckle. But today he wore a kilt which was the first time you've seen him in one but you weren't at all surprised by his attire.

"Well it's about time you showed up, Priestly." Jen teased from behind the computer before continuing, "Tish is trying to convince Y/N to come over tomorrow for movie night."

"Oh yeah? Y/N you should totally come over! I'm bringing the popcorn!" Priestly insisted.

Your heart fluttered at the idea of Priestly wanting you to go to this thing. You couldn't deny that you sort of had a thing for the cook. But your main concern wasn’t the fact that if the movie was scary.

The concern was this: would happen if you made a fool out of yourself because you were scared of blood?

"I'm not so sure... scary movies aren't exactly my thing." You admitted.

"It's not too scary, though! The Scream movies are more comedy rather than actually horror. They mostly mock other horror films even if they're doing the exact same things they're throwing other movies over the bus for." Piper commented as she stepped out from behind the counter to paint on the wall.

"Which they executed the irony in all of it pretty well." Trucker said with a chuckle.

"I remember watching that movie when it came out in the theaters." the owner of the grill continued as he started taking a look at some orders that came in.

"Honestly, I'm not into the scary movie thing either, Y/N, but it's really not that bad." Jen insisted. And she's more so the one you believe about this kind of thing. If Jen can handle it, who's to say you can't handle it either?

"Well... Then yeah, I guess I'll go." You finally agreed and you watched Priestly get the biggest grin on his face.

"Great! Don't forget to dress up in some kind of costume." He said as he went to the back to clock in and grab an apron.

"O-Okay?"

You watched him leave before you looked at the three girls who seemed to be intently watching you and Priestly. They all seemed to either have smirks or some kind of knowing look.

"What?" You asked and Tish chuckled.

"Oh nothing. Just the moment the cook comes up with the idea of you joining us you're all for it." She said and your cheeks started to warm up.

"Well no, it's more because Jen said it wasn't that bad of a movie."

"And you wouldn't be disappointed if Priestly suddenly decided he couldn't make it tomorrow night?" Piper asked and you shrugged a little.

"If he's there, great! If not, plans change all the time." You said, trying to be as convincing as possible.

"So it's like a dress up kind of thing? So what will you all be going as?" You tried to change the subject.

"I think I might go with some kind of cat costume." Tish said.

"Awe and here I thought you'd dress as some kind of cheer leader to mess with whatever guy finds their way here." Priestly said as he walked out and went to his station. Tish gave him a playful little punch since they were always picking on each other about different things anyway. But you hoped he didn't hear too much about what you were talking about earlier.

"As compared to you dressing up as... a normal guy?" Tish came back with a hand on her hip and an arched brow.

"I wouldn't say the Men in Black are normal. I mean what kind of normal guy would go willingly to monitor and micromanage aliens. I mean it sounds like a really good job and if I could find an application I would." Priestly replied.

"I think you'd be mistaken as an alien." Tish chuckled.

"What about you two? What will you go as?" You asked Jen and Piper.

"I don't know, I haven't really put much thought into what I'll dress up as. Dressing up isn't really my thing." Jen said.

"Well, what if you went as a little ladybug? That would be cute." Piper said, referencing the username she used to contact Fuzzy22.

"Well I guess that could work. Either that or maybe Pooh Bear." Jen said, thinking of a more modest sort of costume.

"I think I might go as Alice, from Alice in Wonderland." Piper commented.

"Which version? The animated one or...?" Priestly asked.

"The animated one. It's one of Disney's classics after all! And the dress was pretty cute too." Piper answered and looked at you before smiling warmly.

"And what about you? What are you thinking about dressing up as?"

"Me? Umm..." You trailed off as you tried to think of something you could be. If it was a movie night you wanted to be comfortable. "I might go to Walmart and find some kind of onesie to put on. Maybe Jack Skellington or something. I won't really have time to go home and change clothes after work tomorrow so I may just throw that on."

"Well hey, plus they're comfy! Once you get home you won't even have to change out of a complicated costume." Tish smiled.

"So is there like.. anything you guys want me to bring since I'll be coming over for the movie?" You asked.

"No, kiddo. We've got everything handled with the Popcorn and we'll have some little sandwiches left if people didn't have the chance to grab a bite before swinging by." Trucker promised.

"All you've gotta do is come on by with that smile of yours. Maybe bring some good karma along with you."

"No luck with Zo yet?" You asked and Tucker chuckled before shaking his head before you grinned, "I think providing dinner and just having this fun little movie night will help you and your karma on its own."

You looked down at your watch and your eyes widened when you realized you were running a little late and your lunch break was almost over.

"I've gotta run, guys. But I'll see you tomorrow."

You've pulled up into The Beach City Grill's driveway and you felt a little nervous. You ended up changing your mind about the onesie thing and you dressed up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, you were both lucky and thankful that your costume from a few years ago fit you. But there was the matter of the movie you would be watching.

"You'll be okay. It's just a movie. All of it's just props and some kind of nineties special effects." You told yourself, trying to give yourself a little pep talk so you wouldn't psych yourself out.

You took in a deep breath and let it out before you got out of the car and went inside the building. You saw all the staff members there already and they were dressed in their costumes. Piper was the first one to see you.

"Don't you look adorable, Dorothy!" She smiled and you grinned, suddenly glad you changed your mind and put in a little more effort into the costume.

"Thanks, Alice." You replied and you looked around, realizing you were a bit early.

"Where is everyone?" You asked curiously.

"Well, we've still got a few minutes to finish setting up. If you'd like to help you're more than welcome to. I'm about to put up the screen for the projector." Jen said, you nodded and started helping her out.

As you two were hanging up the projector, Jen looked over at you, "I'm really glad you decided to come. I know a certain someone was a little worried you'd chicken out."

"Who? Tish?" Jen shook her head as she stepped up on her step ladder to hang up her side of the screen.

"Nope. Priestly." She replied and the name took you by surprise.

"Why would he be worried that I wouldn't show up?" You couldn't help but ask.

"Well I mean you said yourself that scary movies aren't your thing. Tish said he even asked Tucker if they should change the movie to something a little more.. family friendly like Nightmare Before Christmas or Beetlejuice or something."

That was a little shocking because you didn't think Priestly would suggest doing something like that. Piper sure. Tish? Maybe. But you thought Priestly would be all for this Scream thing.

"He really didn't have to do that. Besides, Scream would be the first horror film I've seen. Might as well give it a shot right?" You said.

"Wait you've never even seen scary films?" Tish asked as she joined the conversation. You shook your head.

"Well, I guess its a good thing we're still watching that then. That way you can say you've at least seen one." She insisted and you grinned as you finished hanging up your side of the projector screen.

You stepped off the ladder and fixed your apron and looked over at Tish, "Yeah I guess. I'm sure it'll be fun."

You heard the door open and when you looked over you saw Priestly carrying a box of popcorn. He had his hair colored green that day and he was wearing sunglasses, which was kind of confusing because you thought it would be harder for him to see at night. But he was wearing a suit like he's from the MIB.

"So you found an application after all?" You joked and smiled at him.

Priestly turned his head and took one look at you before he felt a lump in his throat. You looked really cute with your tea-length Dorothy dress and apron. You even had a pair of sparkly shoes on and your hair was in two low pigtails, braided halfway much like Judy Garland's character. You were adorable and his brain was short-circuiting big time.

In truth, Priestly knew he didn't have a chance with Tish because he saw the guys she went out with. And he noticed you coming into the shop more and more shortly after your first visit.

You two didn't have too many interactions with one another but on the limited occasions that you did get to talk, you had always been so sweet and didn't seem to care about his goofy shirts, the colors in his hair that changed daily, or even the artificial holes in his head.

You were always so sweet to him and he couldn't deny that a small part of him was growing interested in you. But he wasn't sure if he should try to show any of that interest. What if he was wrong? Of course this was such a judgmental and superficial world, there was always a possibility of him being wrong.

"Priestly? You okay?" Your voice snapped him from his thoughts and he chuckled before taking off his sunglasses.

"Better than okay. Ready to get the party started!" He exclaimed, resuming as if everything is normal.

“Priestly! It’s about time you showed up..” Trucker laughed.

“I had to grab the popcorn! It can’t be a movie night without it after all!”

“Great! And Y/N can help you make it.” Piper said and from the corner of his eye he saw the girl dressed as Alice nudge you into his direction. The tips of his ears started to turn a little pink.

“Sure. I could use the help back there.” He insisted and he grinned at you, “Besides, it could be fun showing you the back of this place.”

He watched the way you grinned almost sheepishly and he smiled to himself before he started leading you to the back. He grabbed some ziplock bags so it would be easy to distribute to people when they got there. Then, he started up the grill, melted some butter before he opened the jar of popcorn kernels.

“You know how to pop popcorn without the maker?” He heard you ask and he smirked.

“Sweetheart, there’s more than one way to do almost anything.” He replied.

Besides, it’s not that hard. We’ve tried having a movie night before and we did have a popcorn machine but it broke. Jen looked up other ways to make popcorn online. Obviously you can pop popcorn in a normal skillet as long as you’ve got a lid over it. With some tweaking, I figured the grill was just a big skillet pan and I found this which would serve as a good enough ‘lid’ or whatever. Then voila! We had popcorn for that movie night.”

“Creative problem solving. You guys never cease to amaze me you know that?”

“It’s more so the girls that got the creative problem solving thing under their belts. I just execute the ideas.”

While the grill was warming up, Priestly took off his suit jacket before he rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt he wore up to his elbows. He placed the jacket over the counter next to Jen’s computer before he started getting to work.

As Priestly rolled up his sleeves, you could feel your cheeks burning up and you glanced away before you focused on opening the box of Ziplock bags. Once you started opening some of them you started looking for something to use to serve the popcorn into the bags. Once you found one, you could already hear the popping of the popcorn kernels.

“Can I ask you something?’” You could hear the cook ask.

“Yeah. Shoot.”

“How come you aren’t too fond of horror movies?”

You weren’t sure how you should respond. What if he thought your fear of blood was stupid? He’d probably laugh at you like you were some child afraid of the dark.

“They just aren’t my thing. But I didn’t have anything else to do tonight and Jen, Trish and Piper made it sound like tonight would be really fun. So why waste a night doing nothing?” You asked. It was mostly true, but of course you didn’t want to reveal everything.

You could tell he was listening while he was busy over the grill but you couldn't help the skeptical look on his face as if he didn't believe you. At this, you bit your lip and looked away. When the popcorn is done, he served it in a bowl and you started serving the popcorn into the Ziplock bags.

After you've filled about a dozen and a half bags you finally spoke again.

"I'm not a fan of horror films because... I have this thing when I see-"

"Hey guys! Guests are arriving!" You could hear Tish announce and you cleared your throat a little, somewhat thankful that you didn't get to finish your train of thought.

"I'm gonna go set these out for everyone." You spoke quickly and took the bags before going out to the front where the others were.

Once everyone was settled in for the movie with their popcorn and any other snacks and drinks, you sat down in one of the booths near the back where the doors were. Priestly, Tish, Piper and Jen were a couple of rows in front of you in some of the chairs they set out. A lot of regulars were in their little costumes and you hoped that this would be a fun night for everyone that came.

The movie started off alright for you. You could almost predict the moments when you had to close your eyes or look away from the screen in Drew Barrymore's scene.

You had to admit that the rest of the movie had a pretty good plot and you liked it so far. Stu was pretty funny and you like the way Matthew Lillard plays his character. Skeet Ulrich played Billy really well too and you had to admit, he was pretty cute. But Neve Campbell did great in her role as Sidney too, and you were pretty glad that she was evidently a reoccurring main actress according to Tish. Not that you were sure you'd watch the other movies.

Then the scene at Stu's house came on. Everything went fine because it was just the party scene right now. Then the killings started. The Tatum scene was alright you supposed because you didn't see any blood. But the moment Ghostface was in the room with Billy and Sidney and you watched Billy get stabbed and he was covered with blood while Ghostface cleaned off his knife, you knew you were about to hurl.

You got up and rushed outside as quietly as you could because you didn't want to disrupt anyone during the climax of the film.

You turned around the corner where the trash was normally taken out. You found some bushes and the next thing you knew you were hunched over emptying out your lunch along with the popcorn you were snacking on a few minutes ago.

You were too distracted to hear the footsteps behind you, but you felt a large hand on your back and the other hand was pulling your pigtails back so they weren't in your way. Somehow you knew it must've been Priestly behind you and it was relieving that it wasn't a stranger, but embarrassing to no end that he was seeing you like this.

After a few moments when you were sure you were in the clear, you covered your mouth so Priestly wouldn't have to smell your breath.

"Sorry you had to see that."

He looked at you with a little apologetic grin, "No worries. I'm more worried about how your feeling." He continued as he offered you a stick of gum.

You thanked him for the gum and popped it into your mouth, trying to ignore how badly your throat stung after a few seconds ago, "I'm better now that it's over with. Sucks that it was a waste of good popcorn."

Priestly chuckled a little and moved a strand of hair away from your face, "There's always another time for popcorn. Maybe the next movie night won't be so bad."

"It wasn't that the movie was scary. The plot was pretty good. It was just the blood." You admitted and tried not to gag remembering the stabbing scene.

"I think the movie's almost over anyways. Why don't I go back inside and get you like a Sprite or something and I can drive you home? I don't want you driving incase you get sick again." He insisted and you didn't exactly have the energy to fight him on anything right now. You hated that he missed the rest of the movie because of you though.

"Are you sure? I really think I'll be okay to head home." You said and he shook his head.

"Nope, I'll take you home. No worries. Besides, I already watched the movie anyways and I know the ending." He shrugged and he helped you up off the ground.

As the two of you were on your way back you could see that there were some people leaving and you assumed that the movie was over. When the two of you walked inside you saw the credits rolling and you rubbed the back of your neck. You didn't realize how long you had been out in the alley.

Priestly went behind the counter and grabbed a cup while the girls went over to you.

"Hey, you alright? What happened?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just needed some fresh air. I was feeling a little queasy near the end of the movie." You admitted.

"Do you want any crackers or anything? I think we may have some in the back or something." Jen said, trying to be helpful which was sweet of her but you shook your head.

"No thanks, I've got some back at home." You said and Priestly came back with the Sprite and handed it to you.

"Alright, Dorothy. Lets get you back home." Priestly said and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You were trying so hard not to combust really because this has been the most interaction you've every had with Priestly. You hated what circumstances that triggered it though. Of all things, it was because of a reaction to blood. Great.

"Well I guess I'll see you guys later?" You asked and the girls nodded yet not quite in sync.

"Yeah we'd better see you soon! You know we're still open on Saturdays so come on and swing by." You heard Tish say with a bright smile.

Once you pulled up to the house you looked over at Priestly, "Thank you for helping me out tonight. You really didn't have to."

"You don't have to keep thanking me, I'm happy to help you out." He promised.

"Well still, it was a nice gesture. I owe you one." You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Priestly could feel a heat rising to his neck and he cleared his throat a little. But now that you said you owed him one, he started getting an idea or two.

"Actually, there's one way you can thank me if you insist on continuing to say it." Priestly said and bit his lip and you could tell he was a little nervous.

"Um.. okay? What do you have in mind?" You asked him.

"Well, why don't we have a movie do-over? Just you and me and we'll watch a movie. Whatever you want it to be. I'll bring some snacks and some drinks."

"Is this your way of asking me on a date?" You asked with a teasing grin, thinking it was a little bit of a joke. After all, you knew you were decent looking but you were nothing like Tish.

"Well... yeah, actually. If you're up t something like that."

You were a little taken back by his response, but you could tell that he was being serious and you smiled at him. "You know what? I'd really like that."

You watched the way his green eyes lit up with pure excitement.

"Great! Then it's a date." He smiled.

"Well here's the question, we no there can't be blood in the movie. But what are some things to avoid with you? Or what do you like?" You asked him.

"Oh the more controversial the movie, the better it is for me." He chuckled.

"Would I expect anything less?" You snickered but then you go an idea. "How about we do that tonight? It's still kind of early. Plus I can give you a ride to work tomorrow."

"Really?" Priestly asked but then he thought about it and he nodded. "That sounds perfect."

And with that, the two of you got out of the car and made your way into your house.

You got changed into some pajamas, brushed your teeth and found a pair of sweatpants that would fit Priestly so he'd be comfortable. Both of you spent the rest of the night watching different movies and both of you fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms.

Over all, it turned out to be a great night. One with a much better ending than you had expected and you couldn't wait to see where this little adventure with Priestly would take you.

Thank you guys for reading and I hope all of you enjoyed! What movies do you think the reader and Priestly ended up watching instead! I'd love to see which movies you think he'd enjoy! Wishing you all the best!💖💕

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[zepskies]

HEADCANON: Man Flu

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader || Beau Arlen x Reader || Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader || Boaz Priestly x Reader

HC: When Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Boaz Priestly get sick, how would they act when you (try to) take care of them?

AN: After reading I Got You by @bettystonewell (Dean x Reader) and The Best Kind of Medicine by @lamentationsofalonelypotato (Soldier Boy x Reader), I realized that I've never actually written a sick-fic before. Here it is in headcanon form, since you guys seem to like these! lol 💜

Also adding Priestly to this lineup for the first time because some of you have been requesting more of him recently. 😉

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, hurt/comfort, sick-fic, some needy affection-starved men who don't want to admit they're needy, lots of fluff.~

Dean Winchester

He's not sick. Because he doesn't get sick.

Dean claims he has the constitution of a horse, but you still take the beer out of his hand before he can take a sip at 10:00 a.m.

He's too busy interrupting himself, namely by coughing half a lung, wheezing, blinking teary eyes -- the whole phlegmy nine yards.

Sam shakes his head, casting you a look that frankly says, Good luck.

He knows his brother is stubborn as hell, and one of the things Dean dislikes most is being fussed over for "no reason." Being seen as weak. Not being able to just shrug his shoulders and shake it off.

To be fair, Dean tries. Except this time it's accompanied by a body shiver and a reluctant sniffle. His pallid face is drawn, and his usually strong and solid frame looks unsteady as he leans a hand on the War Room table.

"Okay, come on, Rambo. Let's get you back into bed," you say, guiding your boyfriend back to the room you share with him.

"I'm find," he insists, even as he begrudgingly accepts the gentle pressure of your hand on his back and shoulder, pushing him down to the bed.

"Sure you are, baby," you say with a smirk. "You're in the primb of libe."

Dean shoots you a narrowed look. Damn you for forcing him to binge-watch all those episodes of Friends late at night when you both can't sleep.

Right now he's Monica, trying to convince you he's in tip-top shape, while you're Chandler, just trying to get him to use tissues instead of his flannel sleeve to wipe his runny nose.

After taking his boots off, you get him to change out of his jeans and back into his sweatpants. Then you manage to get him to lay down under the covers with the promise of coming back with medicine and soup.

"I don't want soup, damn it," he grumbles. You just roll your eyes and rub his arm.

"Just rest. I'll be back with the Vicks."

As you might expect, Dean is not an easy patient.

He refuses to drink tea, but he does down the pills you bring for him, with a measured toss of his head that still makes his head swim. He groans.

He swallows a couple of cautious spoonfuls of the soup, pausing when he realizes that its warmth actually feels good down his sore and scratchy throat. It tastes pretty good too, especially with the warm, buttered slices of bread on the side.

"You made this?" he asks.

"Mhmm," you nod, smiling. If nothing else, good food will pacify this man. "Chicken and wild rice, made especially for you."

"Hmm. S' good," he nods in reply. He manages to finish the bowl.

He has to admit, if just to himself, that he does feel like shit.

He won't admit that the way you're rubbing his back, the gentle pressure of your nails between his shoulders and down his spine relaxes him, makes him feel better.

He knows that you care about him. That you love him. But this is one of those moments where it hits him, just how much.

It's a little overwhelming. A heavy swell of pressure fills his chest, so he tries not to let himself think about it for very long.

(He fails.)

After he's done eating, you take the plates away and help him back into bed. You linger there, slipping your fingers through his soft brown hair and pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead.

"I really need you to rest, okay," you say quietly. "If you need anything, just text me or Sam. Don't get out of bed."

Dean grasps your hand before you can move away from him. Since you're probably going to wash your hands anyway, he lays a kiss on the back of your hand.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Beau Arlen

Sheriff Beau Arlen is the type to run himself into the ground because he's so damn into his work.

He wants to do well in his station of responsibility, and he feels like he has to make up for his performance during the summer madness of Buck Barnes and Avery...and everything in between.

You just have to make Beau realize that he needs to slow down, before he well and truly burns himself out.

You put your foot down one morning.

He tries to get out of bed but has to pause, his head swimming. He takes a couple of steadying breaths while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You notice with a frown. "Hey, you okay?"

"Fine. Just fine," he answers a little too breathlessly. He raises a hand to his head. His throat is sticky and coarse. He wrinkles his nose when he also feels a sneeze coming on.

"Just need a...a...mugh-ah-ha-hugh."

His coughing sneeze makes you grimace. You didn't even know someone could sneeze and cough at the same time.

"Aw, babe. You're sick," you say as you move over to him, resting a hand on his back. He shakes his head and groans.

"Nah, can't be sick. Gotta lot of work to do today," he says. His voice is like gravel blended with broken glass. It would actually be sexy, if for the distinctly un-sexy way he tries to clear the great wad of phlegm from his throat.

He tries to rock himself onto his feet, but there he sways on the landing. You hurry out of bed to grab his arm and steady him.

"Oh no, you don't. Back into bed," you say.

"Aw, sweetheart. I'll be fine--"

"No. Lay down. You're not going in today," you say more firmly, all while you tuck the man back into bed with the blankets covering him.

"All right, all right. No need to be so pushy," he can't help but tease.

It earns a small smirk on your face. It seems like his man flu hasn't yet deprived him of his sense of humor.

"I thought you liked that though," you reply. You sit on the edge of the bed and rub his chest. He groans in defeat.

"Can't believe this," he grumbles. "Today of all days--"

"There's always going to be another case. This is your body telling you that you need to slow down," you tell him. "So how about this. I'm gonna call in one of my sick days, and we'll bunker in together."

You stroke his bearded cheek. He quirks a smile, grabbing your hand and squeezing warmly.

"How long until I'm allowed out, warden?" he asks.

"Until you can stand without keeling over," you dryly reply. A smile tugs at your lips. "Remind me to stop by CVS to grab you a Life Alert."

"All right, har har haugh--" His sarcasm ends on a very real, wheezing cough. Your amused smile drops. You relent from your teasing and stroke his chest once more.

"Okay, just rest. Let me get you some actual medicine and I'll be right back."

He stops you by grabbing your wrist. "Hey, uh...can I have some chicken noodle soup later?"

"Of course, baby. I'll swing by the store now and get some stuff for you."

"And some saltines?"

"Saltine crackers on the side. Got it."

You're about to head to the bathroom to brush your teeth before you start getting ready to go to the store, but once again, Beau's needy hand stops you.

"Before you go, some tea with honey and lemon would be good. Just something for my throat," he croaks.

You smile and nod. "Yeah, for sure. That'll be better for you than coffee."

"Oh, and can you gimme that quilt over there?" he asks, pointing to your favorite knitted blanket at the edge of the bed. You graciously lay it over his form and drop a kiss onto his forehead.

"And some cough drops. Thank you, darlin'," Beau adds.

Your lips begin to press together, but you nod and continue getting dressed.

You can already tell this man is going to settle into you taking care of him just fine.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Neither of you thought it was possible, considering his super genes that allowed him to eat and booze and drug harder than Andre the Giant and Keith Richards put together.

But one day, your over six-foot super soldier goes down hard. The warning signs came the night before, when you could hardly sleep with the way he was snoring like a grizzly bear.

In the morning, he wakes bleary-eyed with a runny nose and a coughing fit hard enough to shake the bed.

"Fuck," he groans, dragging a hand over his face before he turns onto his back. "This's gotta be some kind of bullshit hangover."

You move over to him in bed and feel the intense warmth of his clammy forehead. Your brows draw together in concern.

"No, I think you're sick."

"Not possible," he grumbles. "I haven't been sick since..."

Well, since he was a kid, probably. He won't admit it, but he's surprised he still has that memory lodged in the back of his mind.

It comes to the forefront now: your hand on his cheek unknowingly mimics his mother's gentle touch, her soft, kind voice.

"Aw, my sweet boy. Let's get you feeling better."

He can almost recall the floral scent of her perfume, echoes of it in the shampoo you use.

Ben claims he's fine, that he doesn't need your help or want the medicine and tea you bring for him. (He tries the tea, grimaces, and spits it out when you're not looking.)

He's a sourpatch grumbly patient who only begrudgingly stays put in bed when you ask him to. He doesn't mind lying around and watching movies all day, not to mention episode after episode of Below Deck. It reminds him that he wants to get back into boating.

"Hey, sweetheart," he calls to you from the bedroom, his voice croaking all the while. "I'm getting you a yacht for Valentine's Day. You want it all white, or throw in a bit of gold? Actually, check out this one with the navy trim."

You roll your eyes to yourself when you step back into the room. You're carrying a tray with a large bowl of soup and a fifth of whiskey. He claims the latter will help soothe his throat, and you don't have the heart to argue with him when he's clearly feeling so shitty.

"You mean you're getting you a yacht," you reply wryly. "We live in the city. Where the hell would we put a boat?"

"In a yacht club, where it belongs," Ben retorts. He hooks an arm around your waist and peruses what you've brought him on the tray. He doesn't look all that interested.

"Look, I know you're not exactly a soupy kinda guy, but this'll make you feel better," you say.

"Why can't you put some fucking steak in it or something?" he grouses. He tries and fails to hide another wet cough.

"Why can't you just eat what I lovingly made, just for you," you snipped back.

He rolls his eyes at your attitude, but he pipes down. In that silence, he's conceding that you have a point. There was a time were all he had to do was glance in someone's direction, and there'd be some fucking moron to fulfill his every whim.

Now, you're probably the only one in the world that would actually do what you're doing...

Cooking for him, putting your heart into it, for the simple reason that you do care.

Ben takes the bowl of soup from your hands. Raising a brow, you offer him the spoon as well.

He eats without further complaint.

You smile and reward him with a sweet kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back as you do so.

"See? That's not so hard, huh?" you can't help but needle him. "It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you."

He eyes you dryly, but he won't admit that there's a different kind of warmth coiling in his chest.

Boaz Priestly

"Uuuughhh, babe," he groans. "I feel like death on toast."

You're standing beside the bed with a smile playing on your lips. You brush back his for once un-gelled hair back from his face. It's weird to see it all limp and lifeless, slightly damp with sweat.

"Unironically, I should make you some toast," you reply. "What kind of medicine do we have?"

Priestly unearths his head from under his pillow to look up at you with miserable red-rimmed eyes and a sniffling, stuffy nose. "Can we count the tequila in the mini bar?"

"Maybe later," you laugh. "How are we on groceries?"

Priestly struggles to think. He takes your hand and rubs it back and forth across his chest. Maybe your sweet, loving touch has the power to clear away his congestion without him needing Vicks. Too minty.

"We have that pastrami I brought back from the shop," he says.

"That's six days old already," you shake your head.

"Aw, that's still good," he argues. "But uh, other than that, I think I have half a cheeseburger left from last night."

Last night's date at TGI Friday's, he means.

You heave a sigh. "Okay, clearly I'm going to the store. You just stay in bed and rest. Drink your tea."

He grimaces like a child. "I don't like tea."

"I know you don't like tea, but you need to drink it. It's good for your throat and your immune system."

He groans and flops back over onto his stomach. You bite your lip against a smile. He's such a whiny baby when he's sick.

Talk about Man Flu.

"Come on, be a good boy for me," you say, smacking him lightly on the ass. "Soon enough you'll feel better."

A smile creeps across his face where it's pressed against his pillow.

"Know what would really make me feel better?" he hedges. He tries to guide you down to him by tugging on your hand, but you resist him.

"Oh, no. You're not gonna get your germs all over me," you say.

"Hey, what happened to in sickness and in health?" he croaks. Even while under the weather, he's still plenty strong enough to grapple with you. He manages to yank you down. Laughing, you stumble into a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Huh, I don't remember exchanging any vows. You see a ring on this finger?" you tease, flashing your bare hand in his face to try and distract him and weasle out of his grip. "I can jump this ship anytime I want."

Priestly pouts. His arm hooks tighter around your waist. "Huh, guess you got me there..."

He turns his head and coughs roughly into his arm. Your amusement fades into concern and sympathy. You lay a hand over his chest while he struggles.

Once again, he clasps his free hand over yours. He glances up a bit hesitantly into your eyes.

"Well, maybe it's time there should be something on this finger," he murmurs.

You blink your eyes wider. Your head tilts, wondering if you just heard him right. Is this delirium fever talking, or is he serious?

"O-Oh yeah?" you ask.

Priestly tries to gauge your reaction. Seeing your face break out into a cute, shy smile raises the corners of his lips. Hope blooms in his chest, right beneath your hand.

"Yeah," he says, trying to clear his cracking throat. "I mean, if you're okay with that. If it's not too soon--"

You slip your fingers over his plush, chapped lips, and your smile brightens.

"When you're feeling better, you can ask me that question properly."

AN: 😆 I hope you liked the first ever addition of Priestly!! It was so fun to try and write him again (it's been a while lol). Feel free to imagine this vignette in the same storyverse as The Miracle Man and Code Red.

But I also hope you enjoyed the "Big 3," as I call them, even though Russell is starting to give Beau a run for his money on one of those slots. 😂 Let me know which guy you had the most fun reading on this one! 💜

And if you want even more fluff before Valentine's Day, check out my friend @waynes-multiverse who just posted her set of V-Day headcanons with Dean, Soldier Boy, Beau, and Russell: Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕

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Picture Perfect

Pairing: Boaz/Priestly x Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise your boyfriend Priestly with a spontaneous request he’d made months ago, however, not everything goes to plan.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings/tags: Fluff, swearing, mentions of spice.

Prompt: “You have to find it before the others do.”

AN: This is another submission for my @jacklesversebingo card, and also my first time writing for Priestly! 😅 like I mentioned in my announcement, I was inspired by the lovely @zepskies Headcanon for ‘man flu’, which included our beloved Priestly, as well as her other work for him. 😍 I hope you guys enjoy ☺️

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The Beach City Grill was already buzzing when you slipped through the door. The smell of fresh bread and sizzling bacon filled the small space, and the usual suspects were in their spots.

Tish leaning against the counter with her coffee, Piper wiping down tables, and Jen stacking fresh loaves onto the display.  

You had one mission. And you had to be smooth.  

“Look what the wind blew in,” Tish teased as you strolled up to the counter. “Aren’t you supposed to be working or something?”  

“Day off,” you said, offering an easy smile. “Figured I’d grab lunch.”  

Jen cocked her head. “You know Priestly doesn’t start for another hour, right?”  

You rolled your eyes. “You guys act like I only come here for him.”  

“That’s because you do,” Piper chimed in, flashing you a knowing look. “Come on, sweet thing, you could have any guy. How did you end up with Priestly?”  

You feigned offence. “Excuse you. He’s amazing.”  

Tish snorted. “Oh, we love Priestly. But he’s just a lot of… Priestly.”  

Piper nodded. “And you’re so sweet.”  

You just smiled, biting your tongue. If only they knew how not-so-sweet you could be behind closed doors—especially when it came to Priestly.  

Your fingers curled around the small Polaroid tucked in your sleeve.  

You hadn't planned on doing something like this. It all started, a couple of weeks ago, when Priestly went off on one of his tangents about how modern romantic gestures lacked creativity, now you all had cell phones. In one of his off hand musings—while the two of you were tangled up in bed—he’d said something so ridiculous, you’d almost ignored it.

“You know what would be romantic?” he murmured, tracing lazy patterns along your bare back.

“What?” you asked, half-asleep against his chest.

“A physical nude.”

That woke you up. “I’m sorry—what?”

“Like, an actual photo. Not some digital thing that can get hacked or deleted.” He sighed dreamily. “Just… something personal, something just for me. Like back in the old days.”  He wiggled his brows suggestively.

You’d snorted, shoving his chest. “You’re such a dork.”  

Before you could react, he rolled you under him, the sudden shift stealing a breathless giggle from your lips. His weight pressed against you, solid and warm, as his fingers ghosted along your side, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips found yours—soft at first, teasing, like he had all the time in the world. But then he deepened the kiss, slow and thorough, as if savouring the taste of you.

Your body responded instinctively, arching into him, heat curling in your stomach despite the exhaustion still lingering in your limbs from your previous ‘activities’. He kissed you like you were something precious, something he couldn’t get enough of and it made your head spin.

His hand slid up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing tenderly against your cheek as he pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips.

“I’m just sayin’,” he said, grinning down at you, breath warm against your skin. “Classic nudes? That’s romance.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head before tugging him back down, shutting him up with another lingering kiss, letting yourself melt into him once more.

And yet, even as your world narrowed to nothing but him once more, the idea stuck, taking root and nestling in the back of your mind, refusing to let go.

And, well… now here you were, planning to slip a very romantic little surprise into his 'Ultimate Sandwich Bible''.  

Time to make your move.  

As Tish turned to refill her coffee, and with the others busy at the grill, you subtly flipped the book open to a random page and slipped the picture inside. Then, with the most innocent expression you could muster, you picked up the menu.  

“So,” you said, shifting gears, “what do I want today?”  

Jen gave you a weird look. “Uh… you always get turkey and avocado.”  

You pretended to think it over. “Maybe I should switch it up?”  

Tish quirked a brow. “Why? Is this a whole new you?”  

“Nah, just trying something different.” You forced a small smile, resisting the urge to glance at the book. “You never know what might surprise you.”  

The girls exchanged looks, but thankfully, they didn’t question it.  

Mission accomplished.  

After ordering, you sat at the counter and chatted for a while, playing it cool before finally grabbing your sandwich and heading out. As you walked home, you could not stop grinning.  

Priestly was in for a long shift.  

Back at your apartment, you curled up on the couch, still feeling giddy. You could just imagine the moment he found it—how he’d go stiff, eyes widening, and then spend the rest of the day knowing he had it tucked in his pocket with no way to do anything about it.  

You smirked to yourself.  

Best. Girlfriend. Ever.  

Then—  

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. 

You frowned. Who the hell—?  

Sliding off the couch, you padded over and pulled open the door.  

Priestly stood there, leaning lazily against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. His hair was electric blue this week, spiked up in chaotic perfection, the colour making his sharp green eyes pop even more.

His signature Surf Naked t-shirt clung to him in all the right places, the neckline stretched just enough to give you a teasing glimpse of the ink curling up his neck. The patchy sideburns and scruff only added to his effortlessly rebellious charm. He was a walking contradiction—grungy but gorgeous, ridiculous but ridiculously hot.

And right now, he had no idea there was a problem.

Your stomach dropped.  

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?”  

“Nope,” he said, not noticing your rising panic as he stepped inside. “Trucker gave me the day off.”  

Your blood ran cold.  

Oh no.  

“You—” You swallowed hard. “You didn’t go in at all?”  

“Nope.” He shot you a curious look. “He called me. Why?”  

Your breath hitched.  

Oh no.    

“Shit,” you muttered, spinning away and grabbing your phone.  

Priestly blinked. “Okay, what is happening right now?”  

You quickly texted Tish - 'Hey, is Priestly’s cookbook still on the counter?'  

Three dots popped up. Then—  

Tish: 'Nope, Trucker grabbed it earlier when he was cleaning. Why?'  

Your soul left your body.  

Priestly leaned over your shoulder. “Babe. What did you do?”  

You groaned, shoving your phone away.  

He folded his arms. “What’s going on?”  

You turned to him, heart hammering. “You have to find it before the others do!”  

His brows shot up. “Find what?”  

You hesitated, face heating.  

His eyes narrowed. “Oh, you so did something bad.” A grin began to form on his lips.

“I may have… hidden something for you,” you admitted. “In The Sandwich Bible.”  

Priestly blinked. “Okay… And?”  

“And—” You exhaled sharply. “It was supposed to be a surprise for you.”  

“…What kind of surprise?”  

Your jaw clenched. “The personal kind.”  

Priestly stared.  

Then—his eyes widened.  

“Oh, Oh.”  

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Yeah.”  

“You hid a dirty picture in my cookbook?”  

“Yes.”  

His lips parted in stunned silence. 

Then, he fully beamed. “Ohhh, this is amazing.”  

“No, Priestly,” you groaned, grabbing his shirt. “This is bad. Trucker has it. Trucker!”  

His grin vanished.  

“Oh shit.”  

“Yes! Shit! Now we have to get it back before he—”  

Your phone buzzed again.  

Tish: 'Trucker left the book in the back. Why are you freaking out?'  

You let out a strangled sound of relief.  

Priestly peeked at your screen. “Okay, okay—so it’s still in the shop.” He grabbed his keys. “We can fix this. Come on.”  

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face as you trudged behind him. “This was supposed to be a nice surprise.”  

Priestley’s smirk softened. He paused and stepped closer, fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up to his. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, voice teasing but warm, “when I do get my hands on it, trust me—it’s gonna have a nice surprise from me.”  

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips, and then your breath hitched when he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. His thumb brushed your cheek, grounding you, pulling you back from your spiralling panic.  

“You’re the sweetest thing, you know that?” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. “The fact that you did this for me? That’s the best damn thing I could ask for.”  

You huffed, unable to fight your smile as he kissed you again, slow and deep, before tugging you toward the door.

“We should probably go before Trucker hangs it up on the specials board,” he teased, winking as he pulled you toward the door.

By the time you arrived back at the shop, the damage was already done.

Trish leaned against the counter, twirling the infamous polaroid between two fingers, a knowing smirk on her lips. Jen and Piper were beside her, and from the looks of it, they had all gotten a good look.

“Well, well,” Trish drawled, eyes flicking between you and Priestly. “And here I thought he was the wild one.”

Heat flared across your cheeks as you sputtered. “I—It’s not—”

“Oh, it definitely is,” Jen cut in, laughing.

Priestly snatched the polaroid from Trish, giving her a look to say that’s enough but as soon his eyes landed on the picture, he faltered. Priestly swallowed hard, dragging his gaze over the image—over you, in some barely-there lingerie, posed just right, your sultry expression locked onto the camera.

He exhaled, slow and deliberate, before turning to you, eyes dark with something entirely different than amusement.

“This,” he said, voice low and certain, “is the best thing you could’ve possibly given me.”

“Yeah?” you murmured, suddenly shy under the intensity of his stare, a contradictory to the picture in his hands.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed you—hard, quick, stealing your breath.

“Fuck yes,” he muttered against your lips before pulling you in again, deeper this time, slow and heated.

Piper, who had been swooning just seconds ago, suddenly let out a dramatic groan at the unmistakable swipe of Priestly’s tongue. “Ugh." She grimaced, "They do realise families come here?”

Jen snorted, stuck between wanting to look away and being just fascinated enough to keep watching. “I feel like I shouldn’t be watching this.”

Trish sidled up next to them, a knowing smirk on her lips as you and Priestly kissed like no one else existed.

Piper tilted her head then, studying the way he held you, the way you melted into him. “You know what?” she mused. “I think I get it now.”

The other two hummed in agreement, watching as Priestly grinned against your lips, tugging you even closer. And judging by the look in his eyes—and the way he was still clutching that polaroid like it was sacred—you had a feeling you wouldn’t be leaving his sight for the rest of the night.

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V-day - Beau A

Beau Arlen x fem!reader

Content warnings : smut, fluff, kissing, making out, pet names, any typical stuff you’d find in smut

You and Beau spend valentines together, for the first time <3

Word count ; 1,191

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The smell of grilled steak lingers in Beau’s kitchen, mixing with the faint scent of his cologne and the warmth of the fire crackling in the nearby living room. It’s cozy here—comfortable in a way that feels a little too easy, a little too natural. Like you belong.

You’re perched on one of the stools at the counter, watching as Beau dries the last of the dishes, his broad shoulders stretching under the fabric of his henley. He glances over his shoulder at you, smirking when he catches you staring.

“You good over there, darlin’?”

Heat creeps up your neck, but you refuse to look away. “Yeah. Just enjoying the view.”

He huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head, but there’s a hint of pink on his cheeks when he turns back around. You’ve always danced around this thing between you—long looks, teasing words, moments that linger just a second too long. But tonight, something feels different. He’s watching you more closely, like he’s trying to figure something out. Like he’s waiting.

You clear your throat, trying to ease the tension curling in your stomach. “Didn’t think you were the Valentine’s Day type, Sheriff.”

Beau sets the towel down, leaning against the counter with a lopsided grin. “I ain’t. But I figured you deserved somethin’ nice. A home-cooked meal, good company…” His gaze dips, slow and deliberate. “Thought maybe I’d get lucky and keep you here a little longer.”

Your breath catches. It’s not like him to be this direct—not without a joke to cushion it. But there’s no teasing in his expression now, no easy smirk to hide behind. Just Beau, open and waiting.

“I think you already got lucky,” you murmur, heart hammering.

Something shifts in the air between you. The next thing you know, Beau is rounding the counter, standing close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. His fingers brush against your thigh where your dress has ridden up, testing, hesitant.

“Tell me if this ain’t what you want,” he murmurs, voice lower now, rougher.

You swallow hard, shaking your head. “It is.”

That’s all he needs.

His lips crash into yours, warm and demanding, tasting faintly of whiskey and something undeniably him. His hands are careful at first, palms skimming over your sides like he’s memorizing the feel of you. But when you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, he groans, deep and low, and that’s when the control snaps.

Before you know it, he’s lifting you into his arms, carrying you down the hall with ease. The moment your back hits the mattress, he’s on you again, pressing kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, over every inch of skin he can reach.

“Been wanting you like this for a long time, sweetheart,” he admits, voice thick with need.

Your fingers trace the line of his jaw, anchoring him to you. “Then take me, Beau.”

And he does—slow and thorough, like he’s got all the time in the world to make you his. He pulls the dress up and off of you with ease, “look at you” he murmurs softly, his eyes gliding over the exposed skin. “Look so pretty, baby.”

Those words cause a shiver to go down your spine as he starts to remove his clothes, once everything fell to the floor on a pile Beau moves over you with a reverence that makes your heart stutter, his touch slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of you. His calloused fingers trace a path down your bare skin, sending shivers in their wake, his touch both gentle and possessive. He watches you as he moves, his eyes dark with something deeper than just desire.

His lips brushing against your jaw, your cheek, your lips—anywhere he can reach.

You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer until there’s barely any space between you.

A soft groan rumbles in his chest as he kisses you again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping against yours, slow and sensual. His weight presses into you, warm and solid, anchoring you beneath him. He’s not in a hurry—he’s taking his time, dragging this out, making you feel everything.

His hands slide down, gripping your thighs, spreading you open beneath him. “Damn, sweetheart,” he mutters against your skin, his voice thick, almost strained. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

You whimper as his lips follow the path his hands take, exploring every part of you with a tenderness that borders on worship. He makes sure to make eye contact with you as he slides his tongue into the wetness between your thighs. The groan that escapes his lips matches your gasp, his hands digging into your thighs.

You were seeing stars, as he sucked on your wet folds like he was starving, like he didn’t just eat a huge meal he had prepared for you both.

When he pulls away you could feel the cool air hit you causing a whine to escape your lips. “I know, I know honey” Beau soothes you while kissing back up your chest until he’s fully covering you again. You grabbing at his shoulders, arms, back whatever you could reach so that you two could be connected again. “Are you sure?” Beau asks you, staring down at you with those beautiful green eyes. “God yes”, you gasp out, pulling him down to kiss you.

When he finally presses against you, skin to skin, you both let out matching gasps, the sensation overwhelming, electric.

Beau stills for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath heavy and warm against your lips. “I want this to be good for you. Tell me what you need.”

Your hands roam over his broad back, nails digging in slightly as you whisper, “Just you. All of you.”

And when he finally gives in, when the last bit of distance disappears, it’s more than just physical—it’s raw, consuming, like every unspoken feeling between you has found its place. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, and he responds with soft murmurs of your name, his voice reverent, full of something that feels dangerously close to love.

He moves with deliberate care, like he’s learning you, memorizing the way you fit together. His hands stay on you, gripping, soothing, his lips pressing against your skin between breathless groans. And when you finally reach that peak, unraveling beneath him, he follows, burying his face in your neck, holding you like he never wants to let go.

For a long moment, neither of you move, tangled together in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, your breaths evening out as you come down from the high. Beau finally shifts, brushing damp strands of hair from your face before pressing the softest kiss to your forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice still laced with affection and exhaustion.

You smile, tracing lazy patterns over his bare shoulder. “Best one yet.”

He grins against your skin, pulling you closer. “Hope you’re ready for a whole lot more of ‘em.”

And as you drift off in his arms, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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—  when broken is easily fixed

SUMMARY : priestly broke up with tish (yes!) uh, i mean… you watch him be pathetic and sad with his big wet green eyes.

PAIRING : boaz priestly x fem!reader (implied Latina)

CHARACTERS : tish (mentioned)

WARNINGS/TAGS : jealousy, breakups, fluff, tiny angst, innuendos, obliviousness x2

WORD COUNT : 2.7k

A/N : SURPRISE YALL, I’m back, heheheh. title from silverstein’s song. this fills the square “I’m having what you’d call a rough day” on my @jacklesversebingo card. lmao, this was nice to jump back into writing. I secretly like teaching y’all physics. 

You remember the day Priestly showed up at the market in a disappointingly normal state. 

No piercings, no colourful hair, no beard, no eyeliner. Just plain old California clothes, nearly looking Christian with his neat hair, and composed manners.

The only things that reassured you that Priestly was still Priestly after all, were the tattoos that peeked from outside the collar of a white dress shirt and the tiny holes in his skin where his piercings once belonged.

It was confusing at first, but he looked happy. Brighter.

You thought his parents were in town. Or that he became religious after all. Or that he joined a cult. 

You teased him at first. He’d just give you this dreamy look and never said anything to ease your curiosity about his current state. He’d be out the door in a hurry, with a tiny bit of that Priestly swagger that told you he was definitely not brainwashed by a cult.

But the reason for the sudden change in him soon became clear. 

One day, he walked into the store to buy groceries and other necessities with Tish. Hand in hand, the two of them. All giggles and shoves and smiles. The honeymoon phase. She’d kiss him on his cheeks, take his chin in her hand and press herself against him in an unnecessary manner to tell him something, and he’d look stupid, like he couldn’t believe she was there giving him affection. 

Your stomach dropped at the sight of them. 

You’d never felt the way you did before. 

Yeah, there was a cringey-ness and aversion you always had  for PDA and romance that you’d noticed in yourself for years, but it never bothered you like it did now. From watching Priestly and Tish be a couple.

But it also didn’t take you long to realise why it bothered you so much more. Why it was so much harder to ignore than if it were any other couple doing it. Why you felt rejected became clear.

You had feelings for Priestly.

What a dumb way to find that out. 

Excuse the fuck out of yourself if you were too focused on your university courses and your job and your future and your personal life… to realise that you really actually liked him. Romantically.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself and pretend that you didn’t care at all when you were alone. You weren’t  going to lie to yourself about the sting you felt. Or push away the feelings of jealousy and push down how upset you were and the other, million emotions you felt as you watched them go about their lives as a couple for months. 

You never wanted to quit more badly than you did then, just to avoid having to see them get closer, clingier, more affectionate, serious. But it was the only way you could afford living in your dorm, to have enough to pay your classes, and afford your supplies and books... 

You sucked it up and pretended that nothing was wrong. Like you didn’t even care about him. Like you never did. 

It never really got easier, the only thing that became easy was pretending. 

You blamed yourself for waiting too long. That’s what haunted you. If you’d just been braver. If you’d been more honest with yourself and him. If you’d had the courage to say what you felt. If… if…

It was torture.

The high California-in-the-summertime temperatures made you think that you were in Hell, but time passed and you accepted that your chance with him had passed. You told yourself to move on and be happy. For the most part, as long as you ignored them, it was easy to be happy again, to live your life and do whatever your wildest friend was doing to enjoy her summer. 

But that happiness you’d seen in Priestly was gone by the time the fall semester came around. It took six long, horrible months for that happiness in him to fade away. 

It didn’t last. Just like the spring and the summer.

Until one day you didn’t see her with him. And the next day he was alone again. And the next week; alone. And the week after that, too. 

No Tish. 

Just mopey, wet-eyed Priestley. 

His stubble grew, his eyeliner returned—slightly smeared from tears. 

No more Banana Republic, Tommy Hillfigure, or Calvin Klein. Just those ridiculous shirts that always made you smile.

He entered the store today again after a week. 

The shop's bell rang and you looked up out of habit, and watched him with his gorgeous green eyes cast downward to the slightly dusty floor you were trying to sweep. God, you’d guess it was more of a depressing, someone’s-dead type of chime than a merry one—from the state of him.

His hair was a mess and slightly longer, it was not brushed or styled neatly. Like he woke up from a nap after breakfast and decided to go to the store because he remembered something he forgot before his nap. 

You felt bad… at first. 

His cheeks were pink and his eyes were red-rimmed and glassy from tears. He had darkened bags under his eyes. But as he moped around and you avoided being noticed by him out of awkwardness, you caught a glimpse of his shirt, which amused you: Hang in there, it gets worse, with a little thumbs up, too. 

He came completely in black, too. 

It was unavoidably funny. But you stifled your snort as you continued to sweep quietly, until eventually, you got lost in thought again. Your head filled with your to-do list before entering your final semester. 

But you eventually found yourself in the same aisle as him. You swept the trash up into the dustpan as you watched him try to hold bread, bananas, napkins, and toilet paper in one arm while trying to take out a gallon of milk from the fridge.

You saw what would happen from a mile away and quickly released the broom and left the dustpan where it was to help him. Before you could actually get to him, the napkins toppled out of his hold and he mistakenly released the milk to grab it which caused the gallon to burst open when it fell to the floor like a ripe melon in the sun. 

You gasped when the milk splattered on you, but you didn’t actually mind at all. Priestly, on the other hand, sighed heavily again, completely giving up. 

He finally looked at you when you reached for the napkins he dropped and you smiled warily at him, hoping it appeared more reassuring than pitiful. You handed him the napkins and he murmured an apology, taking them from you. 

“They say when you drop your food, it's because someone craved it,” you tried to make light of the situation but he didn’t even notice. He gently placed everything down on top of the shelf behind him with a deep sigh.

“I’m so sorry,” he frowned at the large white puddle, “I’m having what you’d call a rough day.” You huffed a soft laugh which made him raise a brow at you. 

“Day? You’ve been mopey and pathetic for weeks,” you teased playfully, but he remained quiet. You figured you’d offended him or hurt his feelings because he sniffled and looked down at his hands. 

Your face softened.

“I’ll pay for that.” He pointed to the spilt milk and broken gallon.

“It’s fine,” you reassured him. “Let me clean this up. I’ll help you when I finish.” You turned around to pick up some napkins you kept behind the counter and he made a sound of protest. 

He followed you, you heard him walking behind you quickly. “I made this mess. I should clean it. Besides, it’s almost your lunch break,” he tried to stop you. You laughed softly and shook your head as you laid yourself over the counter to grab the napkins from underneath the counter, your feet dangled embarrassingly above the floor.

“Hey, it’s no trouble,” you dismissed, smiling triumphantly to yourself when you got up with the napkins. “Go be a customer and bring your stuff… take two trips this time. There’s no one else here.” You snatched the napkins away from him when he tried to take them from you. 

He smiled a little. 

It made you smile more earnestly. 

“Okay… Fine…” he gave in hesitantly and followed you as you walked towards the mess he made. He picked up the stuff he left on the shelf and watched you squat down and lay some napkins over the puddle. The paper soaked the milk up and he slowly walked to the counter then returned as you finished up. 

He stood there awkwardly at first. Still just watching you clean up and then you got up and smiled at him sweetly. He smiled back at you gently and your heart sped up the way it always did when he looked at you. Your stomach clenched happily, but you frowned and quickly stepped away from him to throw the wet paper towels away along with the gallon that had contained the milk. 

“I’m really sorry,” he apologised again when you returned. 

“Priestly, it’s fine, accidents happen,” you chuckled to convince him and eyed the new gallon of milk. “You ready?” You wiped your hands on your jeans despite still feeling icky. 

“Yeah,” he answered quietly, then looked around at the unusually empty store. “You want me to finish sweeping for you? Or maybe… Do you wanna wash your hands? You look uncomfortable. I can wait,” he rambled.

You laughed at him, this was all too much for you so “early” in the morning. He instantly shut up and became flustered. His free hand flew up to the back of his neck and he laughed awkwardly. 

“Well, if it matters so much to you, put the Closed sign on while I throw the stuff in the dustpan away and wash my hands. I’ll meet you at the counter in five.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said automatically. 

You rolled your eyes at the name, but walked away wordlessly to finish up. You actually were pretty hungry.

When you returned, Preistly had his hands in his trouser’s pockets, he was chewing on his lip, and his cheeks were red from embarrassment. 

“What’s that thing you said earlier about dropping food?” He asked, trying to alleviate the thick tension that hung in the air around the two of you. You smiled as you scanned the items he needed. 

“Oh, nothing,” you shrugged, “just a saying.” 

He was quiet for a moment and then you looked up at him. He was already looking at you and your face instantly started to get warm again. You looked away as casually as you could to finish scanning the remaining items and neatly placing them inside a plastic bag. 

“It was funny.”

“Ha, I guess…” you shrugged awkwardly and told him the price of his groceries. 

“Right…” he took out random, balled up dollar bills from his back pocket despite having a wallet with enough space. You smiled curiously and took the money from him. 

God, hurry and leave, you prayed internally as you placed his money in the cash register and took out his change. You dropped three quarters and a nickel into his hand when you began hearing the soft sound of rain hitting the windows and the concrete outside, and the delightful aroma of petrichor sneaking through the vents into the store.

“Fuck,” Priestly muttered, his fingertips grazed your palm and your body lit up like the second the temperature of the universe hit one billion Kelvin after the Big Bang, finally allowing neutrons and protons to form atomic nuclei as they hit and stuck to each other. “The worst day ever.”

You snapped out of your daze, disappointed, but not surprised at his obliviousness. 

“I could give you a ride,” you offered with a shrug, taking your bag from inside the bottom drawer as he took his bag of groceries.

“I keep wasting your time…” he trailed off, but he did not decline your offer. 

“That’s fine. Where do you live?” You made your way around the counter and walked past him to stand at the door and watch the rain slowly come heavier.

“You’re a stranger,” he joked, and you turned to roll your eyes at him. “What? You could secretly be a Mankiller.” You opened the door with a sarcastic laugh and squirmed as rain hit your face.

“Please, look at me,” you scoffed playfully, locking the door to the store once Priestly stepped outside with you. 

“I am,” he said gently. 

You looked up at him with your brows knitted in confusion. “Whatever. My car’s over here,” you brushed him off and quickly led him to your car.

You both sighed once you were safely inside the freshly cleaned car. He laughed to himself as he looked around inquisitively, but you didn't question him. You turned your car on instead to pull out of the driveway and asked him again where he lived as a Britney Spears song played on the radio. This time he finally answered your question seriously.

The conversation was light and you kept asking him about the sandwich shop he worked at and about his friends to avoid talking about yourself or his break up. It was basically small talk, bleh. The conversation was superficial because you didn’t want to get close to him, not now, not when he was freshly broken up and still clearly hurting. 

He ran his hand through his hair once you parked outside his house, somehow he managed to make it look tame. He looked at the time and you waited patiently for him to get out so you could leg it and cry to your friend over the phone about how you were so not over him. 

“Stay,” he proposed suddenly when he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I can make you a sandwich, I’m really good at that.” You shook your head at first and racked your brain for some excuse to get away. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it for you, I’ve even got some soda in the fridge. Please, I feel really bad.” You chuckled softly at him and the pleading eyes he gave you. They looked much wider and greener. 

“Fine,” you gave in, “I’m really hungry, so… I guess I could stay for a bit.” He lit up slightly and started to get out of the car before you managed to turn it off. But you caught up with him as he kicked the welcome mat to the side to retrieve his house’s key. 

“You want a sub?” He asked, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from making a joke out of that and nodded as you entered his messy house. Oh well, he’s been going through a breakup. 

“Oh, God, I forgot it’s a mess,” he apologised when he looked at the star of everything around him. “Close your eyes, pretend you don’t see it,” he pleaded jokingly. 

“As long as I don’t step in something squishy, we’re all good,” you reassured him with a small laugh. You followed him to the kitchen and figured he must be going through the not-eating breakup rather than the eating-my-feelings breakup.

“How big do you want it?” He asked you, setting the bag down on the counter and going to wash his hands.

“How much do you think I can take?” You asked before you could actually filter it out of your mind. He quickly looked at you, amused and intrigued while he dried his hands with a clean towel from inside his cabinet. “Kidding, how big is it?” He laughed loudly at your question which made you get more flustered, but he still gave you a measurement with his hands. “Half of that,” you tried to ignore his face and sat down before your knees gave out from embarrassment. 

“If you can only take half of that, I don’t think you could handle me.” 

Your mouth fell open. You were sure you stopped breathing for a few moments when your heart stuttered and your stomach lurched at the thought.  

This time, you blinked at him in surprise, but your eyes stayed wide, and you felt yourself turn hotter before you both bursted out laughing. 

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Would you be willing to write a top!Dieter Bravo x Top!Boaz Priestly x bottom!male chubby reader?

Like dieter has been away on a film for a bit and is coming home. Boaz having picked dieter up and not telling the reader that dieter is coming home as a surprise. And it’s like a big reunion and it turns from sweet to them in the living room, with the reader between the two of them. Feel free to include an Eiffel Tower moment. Kinks to play with choking, dp nipple play, wax play, fingering, rimming, oral, and general rough play.

Also if the boys could have a little bit of body hair (chest and a happy trail, even pubes) that’d be awesome.

Best reunion ever

Paring: Top Boaz Priestly & Top Dieter Bravo x Male reader.

Warnings: Choking, Nipple play, Wax play, double penetration, roughish play

Requests by anonymous

Note: this took a while I didn’t know too much about Boaz as I’ve not really watched the movie so I tried my best to do what I could from what I knew of him

Dieter Bravo had been away for months, shooting his latest film,

leaving a void in the cozy home he shared with Boaz Priestly and you. You were best friends with both Dieter and Boaz and moved in with them a couple years ago. Which only made the bond between you 3 more significant and more meaningful. You missed Dieter dearly and wanted him to come home. You didn’t even know much of the film he was going to film aside from him simply telling you it’ll be ‘Oscar level buzz’ which is what he tells you every time he films a movie.

Sitting on your coach watching a tv show that Boaz picked out, he abruptly got up and went to the kitchen to make some snacks for you both. You were waiting for him to come back as you then heard his voice

“hello?” He says waiting a few moments as you look over and see him holding his phone to his ear. you couldn’t hear who was on the side “yeah of course I’ll be right there.” He ends the call with a mischievous glint in his eye knowing it was Dieter he was talking to and he decided not to spoil the surprise when he picked Dieter up from the airport since he knew you were missing him and it would cause more excitement to know he showed up without you knowing. “So uh somethings come up. I need to quickly head to the sandwich shop. I’ll try bring some food on the way back but if not, we can maybe order takeout.” And with that before you could get a word in he leaves the door closing behind him “okay then…..” you say to yourself curious to know what emergency had happened at the sandwich shop.

The moment the door swung open, revealing Dieter with his unruly curls and a beaming smile, the air filled with excitement. You were caught off guard, barely had time to react before Dieter enveloped you in a bear hug, your hands roaming over the familiar softness of his hair and his hands wrapped your waist every so slightly lifting you from the floor his hands softly digging into your slight chubby hips.

"You have any idea how much I missed you, Y/N" Dieter murmured, his voice rough with emotion as he kissed your cheek nuzzling his nose against your neck, his stubble scratching against your skin creating a tingly sensation against your face “I didn’t even realise you were coming” you say your voice still filled with joy and shock at his arrival

Boaz, walking in with a grin holding a bag for Dieter, added, "Thought I’d surprise you with him coming back given how much you’ve been talking about missing him." he closed the door behind them, the living room suddenly charged with anticipation. “This movie is going to be spectacular. You’ll see” Dieter says walking to the couch “you say that about every movie you do.” Boaz says as he unpacks the sandwich’s he’d bought “I am that good of an actor what can I say?” dieter says with a cocky smile as the three of you sit in on the couch your sandwiched in the middle the both of them “so what we watching tonight?” Dieter asks “I think I’m a bit too hungry to care too much” you say “in slience we eat.” Boaz says in sarcastic quiet voice Dieter chuckles his hand around your shoulder his soft finger caressing your neck subconsciously. Boaz had his arm around your other shoulder. As you eat the sandwich

“You’re such a messy eater.” Boaz says wiping so mayonnaise of your lip bringing the thumb to his mouth and licking it off. “What do you expect from a guy who can’t keep his mouth closed?” Dieter says “I am in perfect control of keeping my mouth closed thank you ” You say slightly offended “I think we should try to see just how good that mouth is don’t you think Dieter?” Boaz says his finger softly caressing your jaw “We definitely should.” Dieter says with a soft smirk as you look both of them in slight uncertainty if they were even talking about before you could feel somewhat of a realisation you feel Dieter press his lips against yours The transition from Dieter being sweet to sultry was seamless to say the least Dieter's hands slipped under your shirt, teasing the sensitive nipples that hardened under his touch you left a soft moan your hand instinctively reacting to the pleasure by holding Boaz’s leg, while Boaz took this as a sign to join, his hands finding the way to guide your hand to unbutton his pants.

The sloppy kiss with dieter and a handjob to boaz at the same time wasn’t something you’d expect but it was a reality you were gladly savouring as dieter lifts up your leg so it’s resting on his boaz leans forward his head in your neck kissing it trying to find the pulse point of your neck. Upon finding it indicating by a whimpery moan from your lips immediately taken in by dieters mouth. Boaz every so softly kisses and nibbles at your pulse point . Your hands glide to your shirt wanting to take it off your chubby frame in view

Dieter slowly makes circles in your ass he attacks the other side of your neck as you moan your hands buried in each of their hairs feeling the fluffy hair of dieter and the gel of Boaz’s Mohawk.

"You've got no idea how much we've wanted this," Boaz growled in your ear “both of you?” You moan barely audible dieter groans softly “so badly…..me and boaz talked about it what we could do if we had you to ourselves….what we could do to give you pleasure….” Dieter whispers softly in your ear “well….tell me…” you say curious to know their fantasies at that second dieter sits up as he pulls your head down to his lap , his fingers tracing down to tease the reader's entrance, adding lube before gently pushing a finger in, preparing for more.

Boaz leans over engulfing your cock into his mouth his head moving up and down as he sucks you off you were a moaning mess the stimulation of being finger fucked by dieter and the stimulation of boaz sucking your cock. You turn your to the side burying into the belly of dieter feeling his happy trail on against your chin Dieters hand carding your hair with his free hand Dieter takes his finger out your ass moving it up to your nipple.

His thumb and index finger softly pinching your sensitive nip as he moves his head down to give you a kiss at that point you feel the almost intense sensation of boaz licking your ass with no warning shoving his tongue into you and eating you out. Your wildly loud moans swallowed by Dieter’s kiss. His hand caressing your chubby frame slowly guiding itself to your neck and wrapping around

The tingly feeling of dieter’s hand squeezing agaisnt your neck softly and every so slightly blocking your oxygen intake. You groan softly gripping the edges of the sofa. Boaz still tongue fucking your ass moves his head back “so many fantasies such little time….” He groans nuzzling into your pubes.

Dieter breaks the kiss to catch his breath. You catch your breath too but your breath was shaky and raspy as dieter still was holding to your neck and squeezing softly. “Perhaps we should escalate this further then.” Dieter says with a smile that made you feel like you were gonna be completely ravaged by both him and Boaz.

“I’ve always wondered just how hot this body would look with some colour on it” Boaz says with a slight mischievous grin. He leans over to the coffee table grabbing a red candle. “Are you sure about this?” You say seeing the candle in his hand as boaz grabs a lighter. “Of course it’ll be fine…..believe me it won’t be too painful just a little tingly pain is all” Dieter says softly combing his fingers through your hair offering your comfort “you want to try?” Boaz asks making sure he had your consent to use the candle. “Sure….go ahead….” You say softly consenting feeling the fingers of dieter in your in your hair you see Boaz lighting up the candle.

letting drops of warm wax fall onto your chest, mixing pain with pleasure. Dieter’s hand once again goes to your neck choking his, hands firm yet soft around your neck adding to the intensity. Your breath was raspy making soft moans of whimpers as the warm wax dripped onto your skin “that’s it….feels good right?” Boaz whispers softly. You could nod slightly indulging in the warm painful but pleasurable feeling of the wax.

Dieter moving his hand away from your neck Your head still resting on his lap he tilts your head to his groin lowering his boxers down your face prickled with his pubes as you open your mouth taking in his cock and sucking. The warm wax hardening against your skin the Same way with dieters cock hardening in your mouth dieter moans holding his head back Boaz leans over to your body his mouth licking your chest taking your nipple into his mouth.

The room filled with yours and dieters moans your hand moves to boaz’s pants sliding your hand inside as you rub his bulge his soft moaning adding to the sounds of you and dieter.

As boaz sits up he takes your hand and pull you up boaz on his knees sitting on the sofa pulls you forward so you’re on your fours on the sofa. The soft click of his trouser buttons being undone you immediately taking in his cock and begin sucking. Swirling your tongue around and around his head.

Dieter watches his hand begins to pump his cock up and down your saliva doing a great job as being lube as he jerks off watching you “quite the mouth he’s got.” Dieter says wittily. Boaz moans in agreement as he moves his head back and forth against your mouth.

You feel the firm hands of Dieter on your ass cheeks as he kneads your ass like it was dough causing moans to escape your mouth against boaz’s cock. Boaz begins to move faster his hands holdjng your head thrusting more faster into your mouth. Your mouth groaning as you gag on the feel of his cock hitting your throat.

Dieter without no warning whatsoever shoves a finger into your ass making you moan loudly but muffled by your mouth stuffed. You groan and whimper at the double penetration of your mouth and ass. As dieter curls his finger slightly causing you to whimper. Boaz looks down at you as you look up at him your face red and your eyes almost teary from the intense face fucking.

Dieter adds another finger inside your ass and begins to scissor his fingers stretching you out. Your muffled moans. Boaz’s loud moans and Dieters soft groaning as he fingers you.

Dieter moves his fingers out and gets on his knees his hard cock pressed against your ass as he pushes the head into your slightly less tight hole. You groan muffled. “Ready?” You hear dieter asking with a mischievous voice “ready.” Boaz says his hands gripping your hear

And with that they both immediately begin to thrust hard and fast into you. Your groans so intensely filled with the most pleasurable feeling. Your body in a state of overstimulation from the double penetration of Boaz fucking your face and Dieter fucking your ass.

Both boaz and dieter lean over and begins to kiss each other creating a triangular shape reminiscent of an effiel tower position.

Almost at the same time you feel the hot liquid in your mouth and your ass as they both cum with groans they both pull out and sit back on the couch out of breath. You still on your fours breathing heavily your mouth filled with Boaz and your hole leaking with Dieter. You sit up on the sofa. Gulping the cum in your mouth as you breathe heavily from both the oral and anal fucking you just experienced.

“I think it’s safe to say this is one a hell of a reunion” Boaz says out of breath Dieter chuckles softly “the best reunion ever.” Dieter says smiling

You laugh softly as well “I had no idea you guys had these fantasies about me” you say out of breath as they both scoot over to you put an arm around your shoulders “and more to come” dieter says with a smile “only this time they won’t just stay as fantasies” Boaz says with a smile as you both finish the experience with a three way kiss your lips crushed together tongues out and licking each other lips with soft chuckles and giggles “how about we finish the food and head to bed?” Dieter suggest as you nod grabbing the unfinished sandwich on the table

You all gathered in a blanket the warmth of the moment wrapping around you as you watched a movie and ate food.

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Pondering Fate While Ignoring The Obvious

A Ten Inch Hero Story

~Priestly has got it so bad for Tish that he can barely see past the end of her... well, her back end, anyway. He's love sick and forever rejected, constantly stuck inside his own head. When a new girl in town starts messing with him, he quickly loses his cool...~

Boaz Priestly x F!Reader

2,511 Words

Warnings: Nuttin' but fluff and banter. ;)

A/N: This is another square for my @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt is "Backhanded Compliment/Convenience Store/Sugar Addict"

Now listen- I've never written for this movie before, but I had so much fun doing it. If you've seen the movie, I think you'll love this. If you haven't seen it, you may not totally get it, but you'll still love it because it's cute and fluffy and I said so. Give it a chance ;)

Another day, another spicy Italian with no oil and no vinegar. How you could eat a hero dry was a question he could never quite grasp the answer to, but in the end, did another weird order really matter? He’d put a condom on the bun if they asked for it. Maybe not a used one, but then again, Tish was looking extra spicy herself today.

Tish. Goddamnit. There she goes flirting with every male in existence except him. There she is leaning over the counter in that not-so-sneaky way that pushes her tits up and out, giving everyone and their mother a look into the valley of the Promised Land. 

For fuck’s sake, if she’d only do that for him. 

Then again, nothin’ he hadn’t seen before. 

Fingers snapped in front of his face and Priestly blinked himself back into reality. 

“Can I help you?” he asked, still half dazed and half hard after staring so intently at his coworker. 

Piper sighed. “Yeah. You gotta make a run down the street.” 

He sighed harder. “You know, you ladies are capable of patronizing the convenience store now and then. It’s not really hard. You just pick out what you need and exchange it for cash.” 

The tiny blonde pouted and batted her lashes. “Please? My feet hurt from standing all day.” 

He scoffed. “And mine don't?” 

“I’m not used to it. I’m delicate.” 

Priestly scratched at the bright green spikes that sat atop his head for the day, masquerading as a hairstyle. He frowned but relented. “Fine. Gimme the list.” 

He saw her from the street. He wasn’t purposely peeping through the window like a stalker, but he felt like it all the same. It wasn’t his fault, not really. Things mostly stayed the same around town, so when something was different, when someone new showed up, it tended to stick out a bit. 

The new girl at the register was cute, not particularly daring in her style or makeup palette, but she was attractive. Probably the thing Priestly noticed first was the lollipop stick hanging from her painted lips. 

His entrance was announced by the jangling of bells and she looked up as he came in. She smiled around the pop and twirled the white paper stick between her fingers. 

“Welcome.” 

He looked back at her over his shoulder and nodded. “Hey.” 

Slowly, she pulled the treat from her mouth and licked the very tip. Her tongue was as red as the pop and Priestley was sure that his cheeks were turning the same shade. He cleared his throat quickly and turned back, going about his business. 

The store was otherwise empty except for Mr. Jacobson, the old man who never seemed to go anywhere but was always wherever you went. He was currently lingering at the end of the aisle, amazed at the sheer amount of chip flavors the new millennium had to offer. 

“Back in my day we had regular and salt & vinegar, and we were grateful!”

Priestly laughed under his breath and looked over the rack at the register. She was laughing softly as well, and when their eyes met, she didn’t shy away. 

He did; quickly tearing his gaze from the cherry pop and focusing on the aluminum foil instead. There was no use flirting with her anyway- she’d never go for him. She looked too normal, too pretty to fall for his shenanigans. Best not to even think about it. 

Arms fully stocked, he headed her way, keeping his eyes on the black and gray tiled floor and praying she wouldn’t make his heart race any faster. 

She sucked hard on the Blow Pop and then took a bite, making him jump. Sugar crackled between her teeth and she winked.

“I hope you overcharge them,” she said dryly, staring him down. 

Confusion took the place of shyness and Priestly’s face scrunched up. “What?” he snapped, jerking away from the counter. 

The girl rolled her eyes and went about ringing up his order without another word. 

Cash exchanged, Priestly thanked her and walked out, still wondering what the hell she was talking about. 

Monday. 

Priestly stared out the front window, wondering if the day was going to go his way or not. He knew he shouldn’t bother pondering the Fates, because they always seemed against him, but he liked to think he had some hope tucked away somewhere beneath the Manic Panic hair dye and all the metal sticking out of his head. If there was, he couldn’t find any today. 

Tish was late, as usual, probably rolling out of some strange guy’s arms and fishing for her bra underneath the bed. 

Someday… someday, that’d be his bed she was searching under. Someday, those would be his arms she rolled out of. He just had to keep hoping.

Or not. He really didn’t care. 

The sun was too bright, the grill was too hot. He hated everything. 

Except the sound of bubblegum popping behind him. He didn’t seem to hate that. 

With spatula in hand, he turned and startled just enough to make the bubblegum appear between coyly smiling pink lips. 

“Hey.” 

Priestley squinted. “You’re that chick from the store.” 

Annoyance crept onto her face. “And you’re that dude with too much eyeliner.” 

He laughed before realizing she was insulting him and ended up jolting up on his toes awkwardly, half a smile curled on his lip. 

He cleared his throat. “Priestly.”

She squinted. “Like Elvis?” 

He shrugged. “And you are?” 

“Hungry.” 

Slapping a five on the counter, she picked up her hero and spun away, heading toward the door. She turned to push it open with her backside and popped her gum again. 

Her eyes were glued to him and Priestly felt his stomach flip. He met her gaze and she smiled. 

“I always do.” 

He wanted to say something, to ask her what the hell she was talking about, but she was gone before the words reached his tongue. 

“Always do what?” 

Jen turned her head his way, but her eyes were still locked on the computer screen. “What’s up?” 

He sighed. “Nothing. Just a weird girl from…nothing.”

It was nothing. She was just the weird girl from down the street. And anyway, he was supposed to be hating everything today, not shifting his ponderance to the mystery of the gum chewing, pop crunching girl from the convenience store. 

“Nothing.”  

Blue hair; don’t care. 

Priestly cracked an egg on the grill and watched the edges sizzle. He wasn’t great at a lot of things, but cooking eggs was something he did exceptionally well. The butter bubbled around the perimeter, curling the whites just slightly, and he pushed the tip of his spatula against it. 

Not ready yet. 

The girls were, yet again, chatting about men, and he kept one ear on the sizzle and the other in their conversation. 

“I just don’t understand how hard it is to find. It’s right there.” Tish laughed and pushed a delicate hand back through her hair. “It’s a clit, not the Holy Grail.” 

Priestly raised a brow. “Some would call it that though,” he interjected. 

She rolled her eyes. “You would.”

Offended, he sucked in a quick breath. “Ya know something-” 

She turned, one hand on her hip, waiting. “Yeah?”  

His lips pursed and dejected, he turned back to the grill. “Forget it.” 

“Thought so,” she laughed. 

God, she was such a bitch sometimes. OK, most times, but still.

Tish went back to leaning on the counter and he took the opportunity to peek at her ass. 

Behind him, a throat was cleared. 

Priestly sighed, knowing what was waiting for him when he turned. Or, rather, who. 

“You again.” He batted his lashes. 

She smacked her lips. “Me again.” From her pocket, she withdrew a pink Starburst and fiddled with the wrapper. 

He eyed the candy and followed it to her mouth. Her lips were darker today and it reminded him of the cherry pop. “You eat too much sugar, you know that?”

She smiled gently. “And you dye your hair too much. That isn’t good for you. All those chemicals are gonna fry your brain.” 

“Joke’s on you, it’s already fried- shit!” Fried egg. Burnt to a crisp. “Damnit.” 

Sugar Girl swallowed a laugh and the Starburst. 

He turned around, annoyed at himself and her laughter. “Are you- do you want something?” 

“Yup.” She nodded and took her order from Piper, who was holding a small, paper-wrapped hero. “Thanks.” 

Green eyes narrowed on her smile. She was weird. Way too weird. And kinda rude. 

“You ever gonna tell me your name?” he asked, calling out as she pushed open the door. 

“Sure,” she replied, “Soon as I get my free sample.” 

“Huh?” 

Confusion always seemed to linger when she left, that and the smell of strawberries. Or cherries, or whatever she’d been sucking on. 

Sucking on…

His eyes flickered over to Tish and he wondered if she was as good at sucking things as she claimed.

It was raining and he was cranky. 

He’d missed his alarm, the car wouldn’t start, and a passing bus nearly drenched him head to toe. 

It wasn’t supposed to rain at the beach. It was practically against the law. Nature’s law, anyway. 

And to top it all off, Tish was bragging about the amazing night she’d had with a handsome stranger visiting from New York. 

“He’s just in town for a few days, so it’s nothing serious,” she explained to a wide-eyed Piper who was drinking down every word. “But man, I wouldn’t be mad if it was. He’s… tall and handsome and-” 

Priestly cleared his throat. “Ya know I’m pretty tall.” 

She clicked her tongue. “And?” 

His heart ached at her callousness. “And… just thought I’d remind you.”

Maybe she didn’t know what she was doing to him, but he thought his advances were fairly obvious. Maybe she was just a bitch.

Jen derailed his thought train with a shopping list she’d printed out. 

He shook his head. “No.” 

“Please?”

The shop on the corner was the last place he wanted to go. Nameless Sugar Girl was the last person he wanted to see. “Why do I always have to go?” He pouted and gestured to the window. “It’s pouring rain out there.” 

Jen looked up with puppy-dog eyes. “Which is why I’m asking you to please go.” 

A heavy sigh was his only reply. Priestly grabbed the paper from her hand, crumpling it beyond repair, and set out into the downpour. 

He was dripping by the time he made it down the street. He sneered at the water on his face, rolled his eyes at the welcome mat, swatted viciously at the bells as they rang above his head. 

“Rough morning?” she asked, watching his huffy entrance. 

He scowled. “You could say that.” 

A peppermint rolled on her tongue and the red and white stripes caught his eye. “Well, lemme know if you need any assistance.” 

Priestly ran a hand through his teal-tinted hair and shook out a puddle’s worth of rain. “Yeah. Thanks.” 

It took him a while to collect the goods, having trouble finding the right paper towels that would fit into the holder in the bathrooms. He’d never had any issues in the store before; seemed like someone had rearranged. 

Someone. 

He looked across the rows of sundries and wondered what her deal was. Hell, he still didn’t even know her name. Not that he wanted to, of course. 

Of course. 

Finally, and with much annoyance, he arrived at the register. 

She laughed softly as he unloaded his arms. 

He shook his head. “What?” 

“I… I shouldn’t even touch this one.” 

He had no clue what she was talking about, he never did, and he was at the end of his rope. 

His patience snapped. “What?”

She sat back, clearly hurt by his tone. “Your shirt.” 

She pointed at his chest and he looked down, reading the big black letters upside down. 

‘Save a tree, eat a beaver’

His shoulders fell. “Oh. Yeah. Whatever.” 

“Yeah,” she echoed, the sting heavy in her voice. “Whatever.” 

He couldn’t take it anymore. Dropping a can of coffee onto the counter, he slapped his palms down on either side of it and leaned in. 

“Ya know, everytime I see you, you’ve got something snarky to say.”

Her eyes went wide. “Snarky?” She frowned. “I thought I was flirting.” 

The fight drained out of him along with the blood in his cheeks. Confused once more. “Uh… what?” 

Pushing herself up off the stool, she mirrored his pose, hands falling dangerously close to his. “Flirting,” she said again. “It’s an ancient ritual in which a sexually interested party attempts to lure their prey into bed with witty and charming wordplay.”

He balked. “I know what flirting is!” 

She glared. “Then why haven’t you picked up on the fact that I’ve been trying to pick you up for weeks now?”

“I uh…” His elbows buckled and he stood up fully. “You have?” No way. She wasn’t…

Memories of the past month flooded his mind. Each time he’d seen her she was smiling at him, not being snarky. She was teasing him, answering the ridiculous sayings on his shirt. 

‘I sell crack for the CIA.’ … “I hope you overcharge them”

‘Surf naked.’ … “I always do.” 

‘Orgasm Donor - Ask for your free sample’ … “As soon as I get my free sample.”

It had been smacking him in the damned face and he hadn’t seen it. She had been playing with him the whole time, not trying to annoy him. She wanted him to notice her, but he was too busy dreaming of Tish, wondering when she’d notice him. 

He sucked in a stunned breath. “You have. Wow.”

A tiny smile returned to her cherry lips. “Come on, I know you’re not as dumb as your fashion sense implies.”

Priestly felt a dip in his gut, something fluttering around inside. He grinned. “Oh, I’m way dumber.” 

Reaching across the counter, she grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him close. “Good.”

Her lips were soft, the kiss as sweet as the candy she was always eating. He breathed her in as her tongue swept over his.  He was stunned, confused but in a good way. Maybe he needed to push Tish aside and pay more attention to the world around him. Maybe this was a good thing. A really good thing. His eyebrows raised in surprise, his blood pressure raised even higher.

She pulled away slowly, her lips lingering on his. 

“You get it now?” 

She waited, blinking at him with the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. He should have looked sooner, closer; should have given her a chance.  

“Yeah,” he whispered in a laugh. “I think I do.” 

Another kiss, a press of her hand at the nape of his neck. 

“You ever gonna tell me your name?” 

She smiled. “Y/N.”

He reached for her cheek; fingers landing lightly on her soft skin. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

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May Reading Rec List

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Reading Recs Masterlist

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Darken (Masterlist) @impala-dreamer

Authors Summary: ~You woke up in a trashed motel room covered in someone else’s blood and no memories of the past week.~

Without Her @foreverwayward

Authors Summary: Dean mourns the loss of the love of his life.

Tattooed @coffee-obsessed-writer

Authors Summary: Dean takes you to get ink

Sam Winchester

Lean On @winchester-fantasies

Authors Summary: Sam finds you years later after leaving you for Ruby. Set early in season 5. Inspired by the song “Lean On” by Major Lazer & DJ Snake.

Carry Me @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Authors Summary: Fun fluffy Drabble with the moose

You Lost Me @tattooed-on-my-wayward-soul

Authors Summary: Sam chose Ruby over the reader, now Ruby is gone and the reader and Sam are no longer together but Sam still loves her. The three go to watch the Supernatural play and Sam’s see what he really did to the reader.

Sam and Dean Winchester

Sleeping Arrangements @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis

Authors Summary: Imagine sharing a bed with Sam and Dean.  No smut, but oh how we wish…

Dawson's Creek

CJ Braxton

One Exception @zepskies

Authors Summary: Joey has invited you to a party at Pacey’s apartment, and CJ has agreed to go, despite the contentious history between him and your new friends. He doesn’t want to be the reason you miss out on a good thing, but it also means he’ll have to hide his apprehension (and his alcoholism).  

Tracker

Russell Shaw

So Close @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: You meet Colter and Russell at the morgue to help them gain access. Had you known how this was really going to go, you might have pushed Colter's call to voicemail.

Close Enough @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: When you'd met the Shaws at the morgue the day before, you thought that had been the end of it and you wouldn't need to see one Shaw brother in particular again. Little did you know that Colter was about to once again ask for your help and not only would you be forced to see Russell again but things were about to change drastically for the both of you.

Waiting For The Real Thing @rizlowwritessortof

Authors Summary: You can't serve in the same unit with somebody without getting pretty close. She managed to survive around him until a couple of years ago. And when she hears about their brother-in-arms troubles, she heads that way to help out. Of course, Russ beat her to it. And now she just can't make herself leave without seeing him.

A Line And A Half @zepskies

Authors Summary: When Dory’s eldest brother comes to visit her at Wyoming University, you don’t know quite what to make of Russell Shaw. But he knows exactly what he wants to make of you.

Walker

Cordell Walker

Moonlight Whiskey @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell plans a romantic night for the reader that brings back memories from decades ago.

Ten Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

When Broken Is Easily Fixed @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: priestly broke up with tish (yes!) uh, i mean… you watch him be pathetic and sad with his big wet green eyes.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Untitled drabble @anklesoverackles

[denim-devil]

Need him till my jaw aches-

[legalmente-loca]

Boaz Priestly

Imagines/Headcanons

••= 18+ only

Imagines

His piercings getting stuck in your lip

Headcanons

[daughterofcain-67]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Simply a collection of stories relating to Jensen and the many characters he plays. If there are any additional characters you’d like to see that are not on this list please feel free to let me know! 🥰

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞: 07.08.23 (What Once was Mine)

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 10.20.24 (Right Here)

𝓀𝑒𝓎:

angst - 🥀

fluff - 💖

steam (not quite smut) - 🔥

smut - 🌶️

trigger warnings - ‼️

mature topics - 🔞

spoilers - ⚠️

Christmas - 🎄

Autumn/Halloween - 🍁

𝙅𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨

𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈:

Just because I Love You 💖

Now or Never💖🔥

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈:

Raised in Blood🥀⚠️🔞

The Curse🥀⚠️🔞

𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈:

What Once was Mine🥀💖

Creative Distraction🥀⚠️💖

𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈:

Too Close of a Call⚠️🥀💖

Sweets and Magic💖🌶️

Holiday Surprises💖🎄



𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙣

𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈:

Entangled Hearts💖🥀🔞‼️

𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈:

Right Here 🥀💖🌶️

More than Pumpkin Spice💖🍁

Sweet Secrets💖🎄

𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙤𝙮

𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈:

Out of Our Time🥀⚠️🔥🔞

𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙡 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙬

𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝘽𝙤𝙖𝙯 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮

𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈:

Movie Night to Remember 💖🍁

𝘼𝙚𝙘 𝙈𝙘𝘿𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 (𝙓5-494)

𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈:

Mistletoe and other Activities 💖🎄

Not so Lonely Christmas 💖🎄

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝙃𝙤𝙤𝙙 / 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙙

𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈:

(coming soon)

𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈

(coming soon)

𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈:

(coming soon)

[zepskies]

Code Red

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Female Reader

Summary: When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

AN: So I didn’t think I’d ever write for this character, but it was prompted by a lovely anon and encouraged by my friend @thatonewriter15! I hope you enjoy. ❤️ 

Song Inspo: “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. “I’ve found a love…”

Word Count: 1,500 Tags/Warnings: Period talk, suggestiveness, mega fluff

He was in the zone.

Four six-inch double buffalo chicken clubs with banana peppers on whole wheat bread (gross, but he wasn’t the one eating ‘em), two spicy Italians, and a tuna on rye.

Priestly wrapped them up with practiced precision and slid them down the line to Piper, Mission Impossible-style. She smiled at his antics and took them and brought them over to Tish at the register.

Priestly had another turkey and provolone on his docket, hold the mayo, when his cell buzzed in his pocket. Today he actually did have pockets. As in, he was wearing joggers, boots, and a graphic tee that said: NO TEQUILA, NO ENTRY.

He swiveled his phone in his hand like a drummer with a drumstick. He smiled when he saw your name flashing across the screen, and he answered it.

“Hey, Beautiful. What’s up?” he asked.

“Boaz, I need you,” you said. To his ears, your voice was sultry, and a bit strained.

He perked up with raised eyebrows.

“What’s holding up the turkey and cheese?” Piper asked.

Boaz held up a finger to the blonde and tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder. His hands busied themselves with the next sandwich order, but he was all too attentive to your every word.

“Oh yeah?” he replied to you. His smile deepened. “Well, that’s convenient. Because I’m craving some of you, baby.”

You gave a breathy chuckle. “Normally I’d take you up on that, but no. I need you. As in, I really need you to do something for me.”

Priestly arched a brow. His brain was already filling up with ideas of how he could best help you. He mentally took an inventory of the “tools” in your nightstand drawer, and which ones he could best use to his advantage when he—

“Uhh, well, I got about one more hour in my shift,” he said, lowering his voice, even as it deepened a notch. “But if Jen covers me, I can be outta here in half the time.”

“Oh my God, good,” you gasped. “I’m in so much fucking pain, you have no idea.” 

Priestly blinked, and any thoughts of kinky fun times came to a screeching halt. Concern took over when he realized that the strain in your voice wasn’t from the sexy kind of need.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly.

“I’m out of Midol, my uterus is rioting like it’s a Vietnam War protest, and…oh yeah, I need more tampons too,” you said. “But I legitimately cannot move from this couch.”

Priestly couldn’t help but smile in amusement.

“Ech, I hear ya. Are we in a Code Green, Code Yellow, or Code Red situation?”

Jen glanced over at him from where she was mopping the floor, and she gave him a questioning look.

What’s wrong? she mouthed.

“Code Red, definitely,” you answered with a sigh.

Priestly grimaced in sympathy. He mouthed back to Jen, Code Red.

She nodded in female understanding, and raised a hand that said, Say no more.

“Okay, yeah,” Priestly replied to you. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

You released a sigh of relief. “And if you want to throw in a Snickers, I wouldn’t hate it.”

He chuckled at that one.

“You got it,” he said. “I’ll be home in T minus an hour, give or take.”

You groaned. “Can’t you just steal a DeLorean or something?”

“You know, I could, but that would mean I’d be going back further into the past before you even needed to call me, and I’d still probably be making sandwiches since I’ve been working here since damn near 2000 B.C. But you know what, they should really call that movie Back to the Present, since they don’t actually go to the future until—”

“Okay,” you had to laugh, even though it was edged with discomfort. “I’ll see you later.”

At the supermarket, after his shift at Beach City Grill, Priestly had most of the supplies he needed for a successful mission. All he was missing was his old enemy on Aisle 2.

Once again, he faced a wall of tampons. All bright colored boxes and numbers and sizes…

Okay, not Code Green, so not the slender ones that might as well be match sticks. Not Yellow, so no to Regular…ah! Here we are. Super Plus.

AKA: Code Red. Complete with leak guard, no latex. He grabbed the blue box and threw it into his basket of essentials, including no less than three assorted chocolate bars and a pint of Ben & Jerrys. He knew his girl, and you liked your Half-Baked ice cream with chocolate chip cookie dough and brownie pieces.  

He brought over his haul to the checkout line. Sure enough, Gerry, one of the locals, was finally old enough to buy a case of beer by himself. He glanced at the blue box Priestly was taking out onto the conveyor belt and smirked.

“No slender regulars this time?” Gerry remarked.

Priestly’s smile was tight. “No, Gerald. Slenders are for pussies.”

“Literally,” the blonde beanpole snorted. “What, your girlfriend got a heavy flow this month?”

Priestly rolled his eyes, and his mouth pressed in a line. The word flow still kind of grated on him like nails on a chalkboard, but what irked him more was this guy imagining any part of your intimate parts.

“All right, my girl’s flow is none of your business,” he said. “Once you hit puberty and grow your first pubes, you’ll understand.”

Gerry floundered while Priestly continued on to make his purchases. Even the cashier was smiling, trying not to laugh as he silently gave Priestly his props for a burn well made. Priestly shot the guy a nod and a smile before he left with his spoils.

“Honey, I’m hoooome,” Priestly sing-songed.

He stepped through the door with his keys still jangling in his hand. He was trying to balance the big bag of groceries while closing the door to the apartment he shared with you.

Your head perked up from the living room couch, and your hand slowly curled up, beckoning him over. Priestly obliged you. He peered over the side of the couch and smiled at the way you were all curled up under a throw blanket, already in your pajamas, while FRIENDS reruns played on the TV.

“Finally,” you said with a tired smile. But not the kind of finally that just meant you were impatient for the goods he carried. The kind of finally that also meant you were happy to see him.

He laid a comforting hand on your head, leaned down, and pressed a kiss above your brow. You held him there by the collar of his shirt, prompting him to kiss you for real. Your hand moved up his tattooed neck and your nails gave the back of his head a little scratch, careful not to disrupt the blue mohawk.

He reluctantly pulled away from your lips, just enough to try and gauge how you were feeling.

“How’re you holdin’ up?” he asked.

“Like a beach umbrella in a hurricane,” you replied wryly. “You got the stuff?”

Priestly held the grocery bag tucked under his arm like it was a drug deal.

“Oh, I got the stuff, if you got the money,” he said.

You nodded, and your small smile turned mischievous. “I got your money, Big Man.”

With your hand delicately hooked behind his neck and the other gliding up his arm, he didn’t realize he was falling into a trap.

You tugged his arm hard enough to try and get him to fall over the back of the couch.

“Hey!” he yelped. Yet he also laughed while you tried your best to pull him overboard.

He had to toss the bag of groceries to the floor next to you, but he managed to get over and onto the couch without crushing you. He probably smelled like old sandwich and mayonnaise, but you didn’t seem to care. 

You just helped him settle in behind you, with your back to his chest. This was the only way you’d find comfort for your lower back. It had been aching since you woke up this morning.

You grabbed his closest hand and guided it under your overlarge sleep shirt, then under the waistband of your panties. You laid his warm hand flat against your cramping lower belly.

Priestly pressed a kiss behind your ear and tucked his arm underneath your head. He felt the rise and fall of your sigh as you leaned back against him, and his smile softened.

“You’re gonna fall asleep without digging into your treasure trove,” he teased. “I even got your favorite ice cream.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder in interest.

“Half-Baked?” you asked.

“Yep, for extra brownie points. Eh? See what I did there?”

Your body shook with a quiet laugh. You reached your hand back to touch his bearded cheek this time. Your fingers toyed with his many earrings.

“Did you know that you’re my favorite human?” you said. “Like, ever?”

He smiled against your neck. “Could’a sworn I was your third favorite, behind Ben and Jerry.”

“Nope, just you,” you said, snuggling back further into his warmth. “Thank you, baby.”

Priestly realized then that he’d found it.

He’d really, honest to God found the life he didn’t think he’d get, with a woman who didn’t want him to change; who just wanted him to be here.

Though he smirked when you reached for the bag and dug out the pint of Ben & Jerry’s.

“That’s what I thought,” he said.

You giggled. “Shut up.”

AN: Priestly was such a fun character lol. I rewatched 10 Inch Hero this past week and this was the first thing I thought to write! If you liked this, let me know! (And if you want more Priestly.) 😘

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Taking it slow

Summary: Follows up fanfiction 'Spikes and the beach city reunion' Y/N and Priestly decided to take it slow on whatever it was they just found with each other. Y/N sees it as a good thing, not knowing it's because Priestly is unsure of the age difference.

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Priestly and Y/N spent nearly every evening together after that first kiss. It started with simple hangouts—late-night drives along the coast, sharing fries at the Beach City Grill, or getting lost in old record stores. They’d talk about everything: the wild, rebellious dreams they’d both used to have and how they’d grown since then.

Though neither of them used the word “dating,” it felt like it. Priestly would reach for her hand across the table, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her palm. Y/N would lean into him, feeling a warmth she hadn’t realized she’d missed since her teenage years.

They didn’t need to label it; it was theirs, and that was enough.

But Priestly had asked one thing—to keep things under the radar. At first, Y/N understood, even agreed. It was new, and they wanted to protect this fragile, precious thing they were building.

But as the weeks passed, she began to suspect there was more to his hesitation. She caught Priestly glancing around sometimes, like he was worried someone might be watching.

Little did she know that each time Tish would catch sight of them, she’d smirk, rolling her eyes, mocking Priestly with her devilish little laugh.

One evening during closing, Tish decided to confront Priestly while Y/N wasn’t around.

She leaned against the counter, watching him with a sly smile, eyes glinting with malice. “So, Boaz...” she sneered, crossing her arms, “how’s your little sugar baby doing? Isn’t it a little… inappropriate? Old man like you, running around with a kid?" Dirty old man "

But when he didn't answered her she added. "Chasing after young women… pathetic don't you think?”

Priestly felt a flicker of irritation but kept his voice even. “Not that it's any of your business Platicia. But we’re just taking things slow." He pushed the broom in her hands and left for the back. But not before turning around.

"And Y/N’s not a kid—she’s a grown woman. A beautiful woman who sees more than just the outside. I wish I had that gift, I wouldn't be drawn in by your poison.”

“Oh please,” Tish scoffed, flipping her hair back with a smirk. “You’re just embarrassed to admit it. You know everyone’s going to look at you and think you’re just another washed-up guy trying to relive his youth through some young girl."

"Whatever, Tish, it’s… over. Grow up and let me go.”

--

Next morning Y/N walked into the Beach City Grill with a spring in her step, she wanted to surprise Priestly since he seemed a bit down yesterday and this morning. Maybe sneak in a kiss before his shift got too busy. But when she leaned in, he turned away, his body stiff, his focus somewhere else.

“Uh, the usual?” he asked, not meeting her eyes.

Y/N felt her stomach sink. “Uh… yeah,” she replied, trying to keep her voice casual, but confusion seeped in. She watched him for a moment, waiting for the easy smile he usually had for her, the little spark in his eye when he saw her.

But today… there was none of that. Instead, he busied himself behind the counter, his attention fixed on everything except her.

Piper, working the front with him, glanced between them, noticing the strange tension. “You can take a seat, Y/N. I’ll bring the order when it’s ready,” she offered, her voice softer, like she sensed something was off.

“Oh… okay.” Y/N forced a small smile, nodding as she walked over to a booth in the corner. She tried to shake off the weird feeling that settled over her, tried to remind herself that maybe he was just having an off day.

Everyone had those, right?

But as she sat there, watching Priestly avoid her gaze, that sense of unease only grew. Every now and then, he’d glance her way, but his eyes would quickly dart away, his jaw tight. She could feel the space between them widening, and her mind spun, wondering if she’d done something wrong or if he was upset about something else.

When Piper finally brought her food over, she slid into the booth across from Y/N, a sympathetic look in her eyes. “Hey, everything okay with you two?” she asked gently, her voice low.

Y/N forced a small smile, but it faltered as she glanced over at Priestly, who was busying himself by cleaning the counter for the third time. “I… I’m not sure,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “He’s acting really strange. He won't even look at me.”

Piper nodded thoughtfully, glancing back at Priestly as well. “He’s been off all day, honestly. Maybe he’s just… I don’t know, going through something? Give him a bit of space. I’m sure he’ll talk to you when he’s ready.”

Y/N nodded, forcing herself to take a deep breath. Piper’s words gave her a bit of comfort, but it didn’t completely erase the ache building in her chest. She wanted to believe that Priestly was just having a rough day, but there was a tiny voice in her mind whispering doubts she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Y/N approached the counter, the uncomfortable feeling from earlier still lingering as she reached for her money. Priestly rang up her order without looking at her, his fingers drumming a quiet rhythm on the register as she handed over a few bills.

“So… tonight’s still happening, right?” she asked, keeping her voice casual but feeling a flutter of nerves. They’d planned a movie night at her place, and Y/N had been secretly hoping that he might finally stay the night.

Priestly glanced up, a quick flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, but he nodded, answering a little too quickly. “Yeah, sure,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“Okay…” She gave him a small smile, though her heart still felt heavy as she turned to leave.

Later that night, when Priestly finally arrived at her place, it was like a switch had flipped. Whatever strange wall had been between them seemed to have melted away, and he was laughing, teasing her, the easygoing Priestly she’d fallen for all over again.

They settled in for the movie, curled up close on her couch, and for the first time that day, Y/N felt like she could finally relax.

As the movie played, she let her fingers trail down his arm, then his thigh, the warmth of him beneath her hand sparking something thrilling inside her.

She leaned over, pressing her lips to his neck, tasting the faint salt of his skin. His breath hitched, but just as she leaned in to kiss him again, she felt him tense.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice uncertain. “Do you… do you ever think of me as… you know, an old, dirty man?”

She pulled back, blinking in shock. “What? Why would you even say that?”

Priestly looked down, his fingers fidgeting as he hesitated. “Tish… she kind of planted the idea in my head. Said I was some washed-up guy chasing after a young girl. Said I was—”

“Stop.” She cut him off, her voice firm.

Without hesitation, she shifted, swinging a leg over his lap and straddling him, taking his face gently in her hands so he had no choice but to look her in the eyes. “Priestly, you are nothing like that,” she said, her gaze intense, leaving no room for doubt. “You’re kind, and thoughtful, and so damn good to me. I don’t care what anyone else says.”

He swallowed, searching her face, vulnerability flashing in his eyes. “I just… I don’t want you to regret being with me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

Y/N leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from his as she whispered, “You are helping me grow, see how a real relationship works." His eyes grew wide with that word: relationship.

"I don’t want anyone else, Priestly. I want you,” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips, soft and lingering, before pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Every part of you.”

He let out a slow breath, his shoulders finally relaxing as his hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer. A faint smile curved his lips as he rested his forehead against hers. “You’re sure?” he asked, still needing just a little more reassurance.

She nodded, running her fingers through his hair, tracing the line of his jaw. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

With that, Priestly closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was tender and full of all the things they’d both been holding back.

As Y/N’s fingers tangled in Priestly's hair, her lips parted as she gasped softly, feeling the heat building between them. Every kiss, every brush of his hands against her skin only made her want more. She could feel the intensity in his gaze, how he looked at her, checking in with her every step of the way, his thumb brushing along her cheek in a tender gesture that sent her heart racing.

Their eyes met, and she gave him a slight nod, her silent way of telling him she didn’t want him to stop. With a gentle but steady touch, he guided her back onto the couch, his hands sliding to her waist, his thumbs grazing her hips, making her shiver. She felt the warmth of his breath against her neck as he leaned down, his lips trailing along her collarbone, leaving a path of warmth in their wake.

Y/N’s hands found their way under his shirt, fingers gliding over the warm skin of his back, feeling the strength there as he hovered over her.

She let out a soft moan as his lips moved down over her shoulder to het stomach, and she tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded as she gave herself over to the moment, to him. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of them, wrapped up in each other’s warmth and intensity.

Priestly’s hands moved gently, fingers tracing along her sides as he slowly slid her clothes off, revealing her delicate black lace lingerie. He paused, eyes full of warmth and admiration as he took her in, his gaze lingering just long enough to make her feel both seen and desired.

He let his fingers brush over her bare skin, each touch making her breath hitch as he leaned down, taking his time. She arched toward him, pressing herself closer, seeking the warmth of his touch, the comfort of his presence.

The sight of this sexy man between her thighs made her moan even more. he looked up once more. "Absolutely sure you want me? Because once I have you I won'..."

"Please!" she urged him on. He smiled and dipped his head lower.

**The Next Morning**

Priestly slowly woke up, his senses overwhelmed by the warmth of the morning light and the softness of her body pressed against him.

He felt Y/N’s bare skin against his, her soft breath a sweet whisper in the quiet of the room. He had so many doubts and fear last night, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath his hand, the delicate scent of her hair that lingered on his pillow.

His face was nestled against the nape of her neck, and it felt like the most natural place to be. His lips, still half-dazed from sleep, traced a gentle path down her neck and across her shoulder.

He felt her stir, a soft hum vibrating through her, making his heart race. She was waking up, but she didn’t seem to mind his attention. She shifted, her body turning toward him with a sleepy smile, meeting his gaze with those tired, yet sparkling eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Priestly whispered, his voice rough with the remnants of sleep. She smiled softly, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was tender and slow.

“How do you feel?” he asked shyly, the words leaving him almost as a breathless question. He needed to know if last night had been as perfect for her as it had been for him.

“Like I'm on cloud nine,” she smiled, her eyes glowing as she kissed him again, this time with a little more urgency. Priestly looked at her, still unsure. His insecurities creeping in despite the warmth of her embrace. “Really?”

She raised an eyebrow, pushing herself up on her elbows, Priestly turned on his back. She crawled over him to look him in the eyes. “Really.” She paused, searching his expression for any trace of doubt.

“Did I... you know... was it OK?” Priestly still wasn't sure. Being with Tish had made him so unsure about himsel.

Y/N’s lips curled into a gentle smile. “OK?” She giggled softly, lifting her head slightly to get a better look at him. “Priestly… it was perfect.”

His brow furrowed, and he searched her face for any hint of hesitation. “You’re not just saying that, are you?”

In response, she shifted, straddling him, her body now pressed flush against his, and for a moment, everything else faded. She could feel the tension in him, the way his breath hitched when their bodies aligned. Her eyes darkened with a hunger he couldn’t ignore, and the intimate silence spoke louder than words ever could.

“Babe…” she sighed softly, her lips trailing down his chest before she looked up again, meeting his eyes with a playful glint.

“I can’t get enough of you.” She kissed him deep, slow, with all the passion that was building between them. Her body moved against him, and he groaned softly, unable to resist her pull.

Priestly's heart pounded as his hands found their place against her skin, feeling the heat between them grow. His doubts melted away in the heat of her kiss, in the soft caress of her hands against him.

She was everything he had dreamed of in a woman, and now, she was here, with him.

"You're everything to me, Y/N," he whispered against her lips, as if the words were a confession, a promise. She smiled against his kiss, her lips never leaving his. "And you're exactly what I need."

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[thebiggerbear]

I saw your post saying you recently watched Ten Inch Hero and I was wondering if you’d ever write any Priestly x reader? I honestly kind of hated that they changed him at the end, he was amazing exactly how he was and I feel they stripped away all his color and individuality (I can SERIOUSLY go into that but I’ll hold back on the rant lol)

Anyway, yeah I was just wondering so I thought I’d ask:) I know you’re likely busy with other works so no rush or obligation whatsoever!! If you ever did decide to write something for Priestly however, I would definitely enjoy it! 💕

Hi there! 👋

Oh, that's a good question. Well, I already kind of had an idea for something with Priestly and Tish and then Tish herself. I would definitely love to try something with Priestly if I could. The wheels are already tuning with an idea (and tha WIP masterlist continues to grow lol, that's okay I love it!) So I would say yes, definitely, I'll give it a shot. 😊

And yes, I agree. Like I got why they had him make the effort to ask her out, like he wanted her to see him (which seemed to kind of contradict what he said and did with Jen, especially after the wrapping comment to Tish) but I guess the people in charge of the film thought "well, she already did see him because she looked right at him when saying nice guys never ask her out, trying to tell him in a subtle way if he would just ask, she would go for it". But then they kept his new look for the ceremony at the end and that was where I had an issue with how they ended his story. He easily could've gone back to the Mohawk and piercings, etc but dressed for the ceremony. It just had major conformist vibes that I didn't care for and I wish they hadn't done it. But other than that, I loved his character and the story as a whole. It's a cute film and I think it's underrated tbh. And IDC what anyone might say, I thought Jensen and Danneel did great jobs (as did the cast, I loved Clea, Elisabeth, and John). I enjoyed watching them on screen, together and separately, embodying those characters. I have to admit I wasn't crazy about Tish in the beginning, thinking she was about to be another Rachel possibly (which while I love Rachel I wanted to see something different), but I appreciated where her character went and grew to love her.

You never have to hold back on rants with me. 😊 I felt your pain on that one, trust me.

I will definitely tag you when I get it going, thank you!! 😊 Off to outline!

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jacklesverse bingo 2023 | MASTERLIST

most of these will be 18+ stories that include sexual or dark themes, individual warnings will be added for each one

hello y’all this is my first bingo and I’m so excited to start and finish my @jacklesversebingo card.

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guidebook for sinners turned saints [smut, 8.8k]

description— dean uses the sexiest seduction methods to get laid when he keeps getting cockblocked by his gaming girlfriend.

mon cœur s’ouvre à ta voix [smut, 5k]

description — aka. part II of mattel. finally, in the privacy of your home, you find the willpower to make the afternoon all about dean (as you’d originally hoped) when he tries to distract you from your plans.

and their name was treason [gen, 2k]

description — with the help of charlie, sam and Dean have become prolific con artists. but after losing his work, dean’s left wondering how do you con a con artist?

the love letter collection : part II [fluff, 2.6k]

description — being a dreamwalker, seeing every universe, having a hot boyfriend. there’s a million perks to that. this is the soft version.

seven [smut, 5.2k]

description — dean would rather be doing something else with his time rather than doing research, he’d rather be doing her.

the politics of knife fighting [flangst, 4.5k]

description — tom tried to live a normal life after getting away from his hometown, but he should’ve known his little slice of heaven would go bad eventually.

closer than this [smut, 2.2k]

description — something quick. something hot. in between busy tasks. when everyone else is distracted.

hero of the half-truth [smut, 3.7k]

description — you can’t decide whether it’s a punishment or not when you go to see soldier boy knowing that he’s trying to keep you safe from everything in his life

demonology and heartache [smut, 4.9k]

description — dean is a devout catholic and has never known a life outside the church, all his resolve is broken by the temptation of a hellish seductress.

mattel [smut, 2.9k]

description — looking for some new toys to spice up the bedroom, Dean discloses his insecurities and leaves you thinking of ways to help erase them.

same book but never the same page [fluff, 5.6k]

description — part III of the love letter collection. still dreamwalking. chasing after someone who can destroy worlds. and dean is jealous of his variants. what could go wrong?

two hearted [smut, 4.8k]

description — playing pretend, doing risky things, improv, Valentine’s Day is more than “unattached drifter Christmas” now.

sweet kansas honey [smut, 1.5k]

description — invited by her friend to a bee farm, but Dean wasn’t invited to their cute day out. Dean gets pouty… and, ya know, horny.

colder than my heart, if you can imagine [gen, 2.3k]

description — you and soldier boy can’t seem to get along, but it may be because of something deeper than hatred or jealousy.

the love letter collection : part I [smut, 11k]

description — being a dreamwalker, seeing every universe, having a hot boyfriend. there’s a million perks to that. this is the sad version.

god, if you are above [smut, 1.8k]

description — technically part two of demonology and heartache (which I haven’t posted, yet). an au in which dean is a priest and the reader is a demon with an obsession to corrupt him.

the pros and cons of breathing masterlist [smut, ?]

description — dean gets his bloodlust under control and becomes a baker. then he meets you and there's a whole other lust that takes him over. were you his unmaking or purpose?

stone flower [fluff, 1.9k]

description — aka. part II of I believe in a thing called loved. quickly attempting to find out what’s wrong with his girlfriend, dean makes a dreadful (objectively funny) discovery about what’s actually going on

I believe in a thing called love [smut, 4.2k]

description — dean thinks you’re playing a game but he slowly realises you’re not.

right people, wrong place [smut, 3.3k]

description — aka. part II of and their name was treason. confrontations and unexpected turn of events. the truth and the consequences.

when broken is easily fixed [fluff, 2.7k]

description — priestly broke up with tish (yes!) uh, i mean… you watch him be pathetic and sad with his big wet green eyes and decide to do something about it.

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Oh, her boyfriend is a jerk!! She needs to get rid of him.

The girls and Trucker are right. She needs to admit her feelings for Priestly (which he obviously also has for her) and leave the boyfriend.

How did he manage to make one word - 'kitten' sound so menacing?! I'm a little worried about what his reaction will be next time they are alone... he clearly wasn't happy that she didn't do what he wanted her to do.

High School Never Ends

A/N: So I watched ‘Ten Inch Hero’ over the weekend and I’m so in love with the movie like I honest to god think it’s one of my faves. Loved all the characters and of course Jensen’s character: Priestly. So I had … please forgive me… Part 1 of this series lol

Priestly x Reader

Warnings: None I dont think… Triggers for Emotional Abuse (Maybe?) 

Word Count: 1173

Priestly watched as you smiled along with the girls from the shop. Watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear and mindlessly biting the edge of the pen as you listened to Trucker go on about something he hadn’t bothered to pay attention to.

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