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[impalaimagining]

Somehow.... Dean and Rupaul

cc: @torn-and-frayed

Dean Winchester x Reader

530 words

Warnings: none

“Dean! Season finale!” You bounded through the corridors of the bunker, a six-pack in one hand and a brown bag loaded down with greasy burgers and fries in the other. Throwing open the door to Dean’s bedroom, you stopped in your tracks and frowned. “Dean?” You turned around and crept down the hall, goosebumps prickling the back of your neck.

You set down the food and beer and reached behind you, fingers grasping the handle of the gun tucked into the back of your jeans. Tiptoeing, you slowly drew back the hammer of your pistol, cocking it as you stalked around the corner towards a shadow cast across the cold, cement floor.

“Don’t move, you son of a bitch!” You whipped around the corner and jammed the barrel of your gun into the left shoulder blade of the person on the other side.

“Jesus, kid.” Dean flinched, reaching around with his right hand and grabbing your wrist, lowering your weapon. “Take it easy, would ya?” 

“Dean!” You unloaded your gun and tucked it back into your waistband with a loud sigh. “Did you not hear me or something?”

“Huh? Oh, uh - no.” Dean cleared his throat. “I was…” You peeked around his arm to see a door you’d never noticed before, cracked slightly ajar.

“What is that?” You pointed accusingly.

“Nothing!” Dean scrambled, trying unsuccessfully to block you. You barged past him and flung the mystery door open wide.

“Dean Winchester!” You gasped. Before you, there was a giant flatscreen television glowing with bright colors, drag outfits, and RuPaul’s shiny, bald head. “You started watching without me!” Faking a sob, you ran back past him overdramatically.

“Hey, wait!” Dean called after you, catching you quickly and pulling you back against his chest in a hug that you almost convinced him was unwanted. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“By watching without me?” You faked another cry.

“No. Get back in there.” He turned you back towards his secret room, but you bolted and grabbed the booze and burgers you made a special trip to pick up. Dean frowned. “What’s that?”

Heat rose in your cheeks. “I wanted to surprise you too.” You pulled the beer out from where it was tucked into your elbow. A beer Dean never splurged on for himself, a local craft microbrew. He’d never even admited to liking it, except that one time when he had one or four too many of them at a street fair in town. “And these.” You extended your hand, brown bag somehow even greasier than when you got home. “Extra onions.”

“Come on.” He threw his arm over your shoulders and ushered you into what you’d come to lovingly refer to as the Dean Cave. You sat in an oversized recliner and shared beers, burgers, and laughs.

“We should go to a drag show.” You suggested, words only slightly slurring together. Dean raised his brows but shrugged. “Really? You’d go with me?” 

“Don’t fuck it up.” The voice came from the television, but it could’ve been Dean’s internal monologue.

Don’t fuck it up.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” Dean took a long pull from his bottle. “I’d do damn near anything with you.”

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[justkending]

Small announcement as we all wait patiently for my storytelling bones to revive after summer ended and I’ve gone back to teaching (it’s been dreadful btw, 8th graders are mean).

In between writing my new series coming up, I’ve been going back and rewriting an older series that needed some revamping! This first series is one I loved the concept of, but after reading through it, I was cringing horribly at how cliche and annoying I had written the main character. The story had a good basis, but lord, was I pulling from my limited knowledge of how to make a story intriguing and original.

With all that being said… I’ve gone through and re-wrote it! If you’ve read it in the past and liked it, see what you think on what a more well-seasoned🧂🧅🧄 author can do now ;)

If you haven’t read it yet, it’s ok. I started it again recently and had many epiphanies of my cringey pick-me-girl language I gave my lead… BUT it should be MUCH BETTER now!! And who knows, 3 years from now, I’ll be making it even better. For now, I’m happier with it than before.

I’m hoping to get the first 5 chapters released sometime this weekend after I do a final run-through, but this series should be posted in completion in a week.

Without further ado…. The Protection Program (An adaptation of an original series from 4 years ago.)

I'm tagging those originally on the tag list for this series and any new people on my forever list :)

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Schedule for the Week of 02/11/2024 to 02/17/2024

Happy Sunday, Lovelies! Here's what we've got coming up this week!

02/13/2024 - TUESDAY - He Fell First (She Fell Harder) a oneshot from the universe of You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes (I'm Not a Game You Want to Lose)

02/14/2024 - WEDNESDAY - Chapter 14 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

02/17/2024 - SATURDAY - Chapter 16 The Epilogue of Sweet Home Alabama

Tagging some of my lovelies for awareness:  @greenbaby12 @eli2447 @the-romanian-is-bae @luckyladycreator2 @lunamoonbby @angeliccks @daisydaisygoose @inky-sun @fighterpilothoe @pulisvertz @wildxwidow @angelbabyange @chaoticassidy @kmc1989 @dempy @shanimallina87 @abaker74 @love2write2626 @little-wiseone @f1maverick @djs8891 @mamaskillerqueen @marvelouslyme96 @daddymack01 @essie1876 @atarmychick007 @mshistorylover @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @praline357 @seitmai @cheyrenee @trickphotography2 @marrianena-library @temptest13 @im-an-adult-ish @inkandarsenic @lynnevanss @khaylin27 @mizzzpink @emma8895eb @hookslove1592 @leahnicole1219 @midnightmagpiemama @itsdesiree86

[winchesterprincessbride]

Puking In a Winter Wonderland

This fic is for two challenges: 1) The BTZ Challenge, where my words were candy cane, reindeer, and hospital. 2) @atc74 “Cards against Christmas Challenge, where I chose: _________ in a Winter Wonderland.

Christmas usually sucked when you were a hunter.  Monsters don’t give a rats ass about celebrating Jesus’ birth, so most of the time you worked right through it.

This year you, Sam, and Dean had just finished a truly craptastic trifecta of ghoul followed by pissed off witch concluding with a poltergeist with a sick sense of humor.

“There isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t hurt.  Even my hair hurts.” You complained to Sam as you dropped your duffle on the floor of some dumpy motel in another podunk town.

Dean rubbed at the bruise forming across his forehead. “I’d say we get the hell outta Dodge right now, but I am so damn tired. How about we crash for a few hours and then drive straight through?”

That seemed reasonable enough, so you took the quickest shower on record, and since Dean was already passed out diagonally in his bed, you set the alarm on your phone and snuggled up against Sam’s warm back.

You woke to a string of profanities that made your ears burn.  “Shaddup, Dean!” You growled, throwing your pillow in his general direction.

“Hey Elsa, you might wanna come and see this.” Dean shot back.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, and Sam opened the motel door. A frigid blast of cold air blew in, and all you could see was white.  You shot out of the bed like it was on fire.  “No! Hell no!  No one said anything about snow! I am not staying in this rattrap another day! Let’s go now before it gets much worse.”

“Too late, sweetheart. I’m not taking my baby out in this. The roads are closed anyway.  They aren’t even plowed yet. How many plows do you think wherever-the-hell-we-are even has?” Dean asked triumphantly.

You looked over at Sam. He didn’t look any happier about this than you. “He’s right, Y/N.  It’s REALLY coming down. I think it would be better if we just waited it out.”

“I hate you both!” You screeched before grabbing your clothes and storming off to the bathroom.

The guys had braved the weather while you showered and brought back food and coffee. After some sustenance and caffeine, your mood improved slightly. “Merry fuckin’ Christmas.” You muttered as the three of you finished eating.

“Well Y/N, there is a bar down the street, and we could head there in a bit. I dunno if it’ll be open being it’s a holiday, but we can try?” Sam hated seeing you upset.

“It’s probably closed, but whatever. I mean, who goes to a bar on Christmas during a snowstorm?” You mused. 

Apparently a lot of people, you discovered once you got there.  The place was hopping.  When you asked the bartender about it, she laughed.  “Are you kidding, in THIS town? We are always mobbed Christmas night.  After all the presents and spending the whole day with your family, everyone needs a drink or two, am I right?”

“And the snow didn’t stop them?” You asked curiously. “Nope. Knowing they are going to be trapped inside their house with their kids, their toys and nowhere to go made them desperate.  Everyone walked here.”

You carried the drinks back to the table, beers for the boys with an extra shot of whiskey for Dean, and a bright red concoction with a candy cane sticking out of it for you.

“What’s that?” Dean asked, pointing to your drink

“It’s the Christmas special. It’s called ‘Reindeer Games’ and there are six kinds of alcohol in it. The bartender said I shouldn’t have too many of these. They are pretty potent. Last Christmas someone wound up at the hospital or something.”

Sam laughed out loud at that. “She’s never seen you drink”

After four of those drinks you were completely shit-faced. But you were having a blast.  You were on a first-name basis with everyone in the bar at this point, and everyone kept buying you rounds strictly for the entertainment factor.

Sam was in bitchface mode, but Dean thought the whole thing was hysterical.  “Come on, dude! You gotta admit she’s a really funny drunk! And it’s way better than her being all grumpy and pissed off, ain’t it?”

“I’m taking her back to the motel.” Sam snapped.  “She needs to rest.”

“You poor lovesick bastard.  Are you gonna hold her hair when she pukes all night too? Grow a fucking pair and tell her how you feel about her. Make it my Christmas present! If I have to watch you make doe eyes at her for another year I swear I will eat my gun!” Dean was full on ranting now.

“Are you coming or not? Sam snapped.

“Nope, I’m staying right here. Good luck with Suzy Snowflake over there.”

Sam had managed to get your coat on and maneuver you out of the bar despite your objections, but you refused to give up the Santa hat.  “But I was having fuuuun.” You whined. The wind had died down somewhat, and the snow was falling gently now.

You were hanging onto Sam’s arm pretty tightly because you were having difficulty walking straight.  “It’s so pretty.” You whispered.  “Just like your eyes.”

”“You think my eyes are pretty?”

“Well, duh.” You responded, making a face. “Course I do.  But your eyes aren’t what I like best.”“

“Oh yeah?” He was wondering where this conversation was going. 

“What I really like is your nice round….. Sam! Look at all the lights!” Before he could stop you, you took off across the street to a park where a number of trees were festooned with lights.

“Y/N, wait!” He tore off after you. “The motel is this way!”

You were standing in front of the trees, a look of awe on your face. Sam let you look before grabbing your arm and pulling you in the other direction. The two of you walked for a while until the hotel came into view.

  You leaned into him as you walked.  “This is the best night ever. You know there’s no one I’d rather spend it with, right? Well, maybe Chris Hemsworth, but then you for sure.”

You leaned against the wall of the motel with your eyes closed and your head was thrown back while Sam hunted for his room key.  “The whole world is spinning, spinning, spinning.” You told him in a singsong voice.

“I’ll bet it is,” Sam said with a grin, pulling out the key triumphantly. “Now let’s get you to bed.”“

“Bed! That’s a great idea! So you finally wanna have sex? It’s about time! I been waiting forever!” You told him loudly.

“What!?” He was so surprised, he dropped the keycard. He snatched it off the ground, and when he stood up, you were staring at him with a knowing grin on your face. “You know I like you, right?”

His hands tightened against your shoulders, and the words were out of his mouth before he even realized it. “Prove it.” He demanded.

You pressed into him, so close that he could feel the warmth of your body and smell the alcohol on your breath. You leaned in, locked your arms around his neck and yanked his head down to your level.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, a drunken dance of tongues and teeth, but Sam was rock hard and panting when you finally separated.  “Y/N, your drunk off your ass.  As much as I want to, and God knows I want to, I won’t take advantage of you when your this drunk. It’s not right.”

“What if I just took advantage of you, then?”

Another searing kiss had Sam’s head spinning, and your little hands were everywhere trying to undress him in the bitter cold. His resolve was weakening rapidly, when you suddenly pulled away and ran towards the parking lot, dropping to your knees and puking up six kinds of alcohol. The reindeer were done playing games. Wiping your mouth, you fell onto your back in the snow, having passed out right where you lay.

Sam sighed deeply and walked over to where you lay, blissfully unaware. He gently picked you up and carried you back toward the room. “Tomorrow morning, hungover or not, you and I are going to have a conversation that is way overdue, Y/N.”

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

So I’m currently obsessed with the song “Head High” by Alexander Jean and thought of an idea for a one-shot. The idea was that the reader is Jared’s wife and it’s the night of the concert at one of the cons. She tells him she doesn’t feel well and to go without her. He does but it’s not the same without her but she surprises him by singing this song with Jensen because she knows he’s been having a tough time lately. You can end it however you want. Thanks!

I love it! I’ll add this to the list! 

Just,to clarify, on the night of the concert, Jared and the reader plans to sing Head High but Jared goes on the stage alone and then Jensen and the reader come out to sing the same song but it’s for Jared? 

Sorry, I want to get this right. 

[butiaintgonnaloveem]

Could I be added to your tag list?

You sure can! Just to be clear, do you want to be tagged in everything or in a certain series?

[jayankles]

Just starting to date Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: headcanon about starting to date Dean. requested by @janicho88​

Word Count: 558

Written for: @spnfluffbingo | @spndeanbingo​ | @spnquotebingo​ | @supernatural-jackles​ 

Square Filled: Shark week | intimacy |  “Because of the life I’ve led I just think it’s better not to be with someone that I could really care.”| First Time

When you first met Dean he was a little rough around the edges. He had seen too many things that he would rather not speak about and you totally understood. 

There were things that you heard about the great Winchester brothers, most of the things were said by other hunters and they always talked about how brave and strong they were. How they always outmatched their opponents and the whispers and murmurs were right.

You saw Sam first, he was a tall man very hard to miss but it was the other Winchester that really caught your attention.

He was gruff when he spoke. Telling you were stupid for hunting on your own and although you were stubborn, you silently agreed with him. You wouldn’t tell him that though.

You could tell that he wanted to smack some sense into you but that would have been a line that he would never cross.

It starts with the little touches when he patches you up. It’s not big or deep cuts and you try to push him away but he just shrugs off your attempts.

But the next time it happens, you pass out. He’s there tucking you into a motel bed. Sleeping so uncomfortably on the small couch that they have in the room.

Your eyes flutter open catching his hand in yours. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

His scrunched up face softens, a smile tugging on his lips. Instead of speaking, he bent over, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Rest. That cut ain’t gonna heal itself.”

It took a while to break down the layers and layers that Dean had built around himself. There are many arguments about whether or not you should be with him. 

“Because of the life I’ve led I just think it’s better not to be with someone that I could really care about.”

You’re almost ready to kill him and he can tell. Your nostrils are flared, chest puffed out, fists are clenched but nothing can prepare you for what comes next.

His lips are right there. All pink and puffy like he had been worrying them between his teeth but you can’t see them no more. They are on you, attached to your lips like they belong there. Like they are yours and yours are his.

You get over the initial shock and kiss him back. You don’t know why, you don’t know how it happened but it happened.

He’s very protective of you, you’re pretty sure you figured that out the day you met him. But it got worse when you started dating. He doesn’t really want you going on as many hunts as you used to go on. You always find a way to change his mind.

You find out how much of a soft ball he really is. Most of the time, it’s when you’re alone with him.

He likes to snuggle in bed with you. Making sure that your cup is clean for your morning coffee. Whenever he’s on a supply run he always manages to find things that make you smile; especially that one time when he got you a shark stuffie and a matching hot water bottle to soothe your stomach when it was that time of the month. 

Dean is there for you when you really need him.

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Dean: @kenmen02​ @ain-t-bovvered​ @deans-baby-momma​  @ericaprice2008​ @shamelesslydean​ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ @wingedcatninja​ @mayasmedberg​  @milo-winchester-4ever​ @sandlee44​ @ruprecht0420​ @akshi8278​ @smoothdogsgirl​ @dslocum89​ @plaidstiel-wormstache​ @ria132love​ @welldonebeca​ @iamabeautifulperson18​ @larajadeschmidt13​  @nyxveracity​ @dean-winchesters-bacon​ @adoptdontshoppets​ @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester​

[thorne93]

History Repeats (Part 1)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak

Word Count: 1562

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

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“I wanted a room with two queens and an east facing window!” the woman with short, curled hair informed for the tenth time, her face already beet red as she yelled at you.

“Ma’am, I am sorry. I see we booked you with two queens and you’ll be on our seventh floor, with a south facing window,” you started to explain calmly.

“Does south sound like east to you? Jesus Christ, where do they hire you lazy brats?” she asked. 

Your poker face didn’t waiver though. You didn’t close your eyes, or take a deep breath, or shake your head slightly. You continued to smile and apologize. 

“You’re absolutely right, ma’am. But with the awards in the city and the influx of visitors for the winter--”

“I don’t care if all of Europe is here, I booked this trip over three months ago! My room should be available to me now!” she shouted, causing other patrons in the nearly full lobby to stare at the two of you. 

That was the good and bad thing about being a hotel right outside the city center, just on the outskirts. You didn’t get entirely booked a lot, but on rare occasions you did, it meant something.

You had been asked to step in for your coworker Danielle, when the woman found out she wasn’t on an east facing window. You’d been going back and forth with her for over twenty minutes now, her screaming in your face. This wasn’t super atypical as a hotel manager. Angry patrons of the hotel, confused guests, exhausted tourists, frustrated honeymooners...It was your job to ensure every stay here was a pleasant one, and you did want that. Why wouldn't you? But on some days, people like Mrs. Taucht here really wore on your nerves. Why did people have to be so cruel and mean when all you were doing was trying to provide them with excellent service? 

Smiling your best customer smile, you offered sweetly, “I am terribly sorry. I can refund you some of your money and perhaps you could take the south facing room, and as soon as an east facing room is available I’ll inform you.”

“Some?! Some of my money?” she shrieked, shaking her head. “I want all of my money back and free room service! This is absolutely ridiculous.” She turned to look to another guest waiting to check in. “Do you believe this?” she asked him, and you’d been so preoccupied focusing on her, you hadn’t noticed that the lobby was so getting backed up. You quickly turned to Danielle. 

“Open up check in five, and start taking everyone from this line immediately. Check everyone in as fast as you can,” you quietly spoke to her as Mrs. Taucht ranted to the man in the line behind her. 

Danielle nodded and waved everyone over from your line, telling them that she could help them at the end of the counter, while Todd, Eric, and Trish helped as quickly as they could on their lanes. 

“Actually, I can,” the man with golden hair responded politely. “I’ve been to this city many times and you wouldn’t believe how crowded it can get and how fast,” he informed.

“But I made these reservation months ago,” she reiterated.

“Well, with all respect, ma’am, you do have a room,” the guest retorted. “It’s just not the one you wanted. If I were you, I would ask for a full refund of your room, take that, and go the room they have booked for you. I would prefer any room, to standing here in the lobby, shouting at the manager…But that’s just me.”

Mrs. Taucht stared at the man, then turned back to you slowly. “What he said,” she sighed. “Can you give me the full refund and forget the room?”

“Absolutely, ma’am. It was our mistake, and I do apologize. I will throw in free breakfast every day for your stay, for your patience and understanding. Is that alright?”

She nodded her head side to side. “I would say that’s fair. Thank you.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I will get to work on this refund for you, and it’ll be settled when you leave, okay?” you sweetly said.

“Alright.”

At that, she took her things and left, heading for the elevators to the rooms. You wanted to take a deep breath, but refrained, trying to keep composure for the nice guest that was next. 

“Just a moment, sir, let me enter some notes for her account,” you said politely before clacking in all the notes for you to finish later tonight. “I deeply apologize for that. I know you’ve been waiting and now you’re about to wait more.” You let a small laugh out, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’m in no rush, besides, you’ve got your hands full,” he said with a sideways grin. He was rather handsome, now that he was closer. Warm, brown eyes, dark blonde hair, a reserved smile...But something about him seemed familiar. He had said he stayed in the city a lot. Maybe he’d checked in once before. But...his face didn’t look like one you’d forget. 

“You noticed that, hmm?” you asked with a bigger laugh. 

“Hard to miss,” he remarked.

“Too true. Thank you, for putting in a good word for me, there, by the way,” you said. This random man had no  reason to stick up for you or make your job or day easier. 

“Oh it was nothing. I was just trying to get her to move so I could get checked in,” he said evenly.

The humor whisked away from you as you nodded, realizing he wasn’t really helping you.

“Right,” you concurred, as you finished up the notes, your eyes shooting down to the computer screen. 

He leaned forward and smiled at you. “I’m joking. I was happy to help.”

Your eyes flitted back up to him as a giant grin spread across your face. This was new for you, unusual. People didn’t really go out of their way to help you. You were a bit of a wallflower all your life. Not an outcast, but not the brightest star. You were the girl that no one picked out of a crowd. You were the girl that was overlooked, rather than looked over. It wasn’t so much your looks, you’d always felt you looked average. But that was the problem: you were average. Average looks, average grades, average car, average education. Nothing about you was stellar.

Maybe that’s why Jason had left. Your boyfriend of two years had decided to dump you five days ago, just after the new year. What a way to kick it off…

“Well thank you, again. What name is your reservation under?” you asked as you queued to the page to look up check ins.

“Hayden...Christensen,” he warmly informed, seeming to hesitate though.

You smiled and nodded. “Ah. Found you. Two queens, sixth floor, room 602. Is that alright?”

“As long as it has a bed and a TV, I could care less,” he said with a shrug and a smile. 

“Simple man?” you lightly inquired as you got out his room keys and began to scan the code to them.

“Relatively,” he replied with another shrug. “You? Simple woman?” he asked. 

“In some ways, yeah, I’d like to think so,” you said, contemplating. 

“And in others?” he inquires.

“Well...none of us are simple, are we?” you questioned, a bit of ominimity in your voice. 

He nodded slightly. “I suppose that’s true.” 

You stared at him a moment longer, not exactly realizing you were staring until it became awkward and you realized you needed to hand him the room keys and information. 

“Ah! Here are your keys, here is a brochure to the spa, restaurants, and room service. Here is the number to the concierge, the manager--me, and the hotel operator,” you said, pointing at everything with a pen.

“Thank you very much,” he said, taking his cards and the pamphlet. 

“Any time, sir. I’m Y/N if you need anything, or if you need a manager, feel free to give me a call at any time,” you said warmly. Typically, you didn’t lay on that extra charm unless a customer was overtly rude or incredibly nice, and in this case he was incredibly nice, very handsome, and you still had this gnawing feeling that you’d seen him somewhere before. Therefore, if he was a returning patron to the hotel, you wanted to make him feel extra special.

“Will do. Thanks,” he said as he grabbed his bags, waved to you, and took off toward the elevators.

Once he was out of sight, you dealt with the new family coming up to check in and your day continued as usual. The rest of the shift, you were racking your brain trying to remember where you’d seen him from. You couldn’t place it at all, and that bothered you because typically you didn’t forget a face. After awhile though, you shrugged it off, figuring it would come to you later.

In your down time, after verifying the room service orders were fulfilled, requests were taken care of, and the kitchen staff was on schedule, you sat down and began playing around with some music, scribbling down some lyrics in your ratty notebook that you carried with you everywhere.

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[queen-of-the-vampires]

it was just an accident

Characters: Damon Salvatore x Reader, Stefan Salvatore

Word Count: 1,056

Warnings: fluff, minor angst

Summary: Stefan accidentally hurts you, and he blames himself for being so careless. 

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

Square Filled: Arm in a sling

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Author’s Note: this is for @badthingshappenbingo and if you have any requests, please send them in!

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Lifting your arm, you tried to do the most simple task on your own. Every time you moved it even an inch, it hurt like hell. Pain shot down your arm, and it would be almost impossible to move until the throbbing stopped. Your injury was the most painful you’ve ever had, and it was the result of an accident.

“Make your punches more direct. Don’t think about punching me; think about punching through me. Imagine there is something behind me you want to hit,” Stefan instructed. He had agreed to help you with your combat skills since your boyfriend was too busy taking care of vampire business with Elena and Alaric. It was good to keep this information fresh in your memory, which is why you asked Stefan for help in the first place. He knew a lot about fighting well, and you thought you could learn a lot from him.

“Okay, I understand,” you nodded, staring at him with laser focus. Every time the two of you sparred, he has won. This time, you would really like the win. The former Ripper gave no warning as to when he was going to attack, and all you saw was a blur before he was on you. Using what you were taught, you deflected most of his punches.

“Good, keep going,” he panted as he continued to fight. Without breaking focus, you dodged each attempt he made at trying to hit you. Things were going as smoothly as a well-oiled machine until you let yourself break concentration once.

“Stefan!” Caroline asked as she barged into the Salvatore Boarding House. In that time, Stefan twisted your arm behind your back to prove that he won yet again, but his vampire strength was a lot stronger than he originally thought. He had a death-like grip on it and tugged on it harder than normal which popped the bone right out of its socket.

“FUCK!” you screamed as soon as it happened. Stefan let go of you immediately as Caroline walked into the room, scared that he actually hurt you. Despite dating his brother, he has had a thing for you ever since your first training session. He finally allowed himself to feel something for another person, and you were taken by a better man.

“I am so sorry,” Stefan immediately apologized.

“OW! Shit! This hurts!” you exclaimed, holding your limp arm by your side. Any movement will cause the arm bone to rub against your shoulder bone, which could cause more damage.

“I am so sorry, Y/N!”

“Just go get something that will help! A doctor! Damon! Anything that will help!” you let the tears fall from the pain. Stefan immediately nodded and left the room, hoping that you wouldn’t stop training with him or hate him.

It was a long and painful process, but Caroline was able to get your bone back in its socket without causing more damage. After going to the hospital, the doctor concluded that you had no permanent damage, but assured there will be swelling in the next couple of days. She advised you to wear a sling for the rest of the week while it healed.

Damon was pissed at Stefan for hurting you despite you telling him it was an accident. Stefan felt so bad, if he was an animal, he would be a puppy with its tail between its legs. It took a few hours to calm down Damon, and he was getting you something to eat while you wanted to get changed for bed. However, having your arm in a sling and swollen really put a damper on things.

“Fuck,” you hissed at the pain. There was no way you would be able to change your shirt without assistance.

“You need help?” Stefan asked from the doorframe. He seemed almost hesitant when you nodded, but he made his way over to you.

“Don’t do this to yourself, Stef,” you sighed as he gently took off the sling.

“It’s all my fault.”

“Stefan, look at me,” you grew serious. He reluctantly looked into your eyes, scared that you were going to yell at him.

“This isn’t your fault. It was an accident. It happens. I don’t blame you at all.”

“I guess you’ll want to find a new sparring partner then,” he sighed.

“Are you kidding me? You keep me on my toes. Just wait until this heals, and I will kick your ass one day despite being a mere human,” you laughed. Stefan lifted your shirt, which caused unnecessary movement to your arm. Your laughter subsided into a hiss of pain as he lifted it above your head and down your bad arm.

“Sorry,” he winced.

“I hope you like this, Elena made it,” Damon said as he walked into the room. As soon as he locked eyes with his brother, he gave him a death glare. “Get out.”

“Damon,” you sighed. Stefan dropped his hands immediately, knowing when he wasn’t wanted.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispered to you as he escaped your shared room with Damon.

“Was that really necessary? It was an accident,” you groaned. Damon set down the tray of food as he shut the door with his foot. He walked over to you to pick up where his brother left off.

“He should have known better. This better not have hurt the baby.”

“The baby is just an embryo right now. There is nothing to hurt. Working out is great for pregnant women. I don’t want to be one of those girls who gain all this weight only to have it stick after their baby is born. I like working out like this, but I know when to stop.”

“It was next to impossible to get you pregnant because of me, so this better not have fucked with anything,” Damon growled.

“Damon, I assure you that nothing bad happened to the baby,” you sighed.

“Yeah,” he grumbled as he helped you put on your pajama shirt. Stefan listened by the door, and his heart broke at the mention of you being pregnant. Not only did he hurt you, but he hurt pregnant you. He knew you and him would never have a chance together, so maybe it was time to move on from you. Pining after you wasn’t healthy, and he finally understood that.

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Who Died and Made You the Fashion Police?

This fic was written for my own “Jen Said What?” Challenge. (for those who are curious, all the prompts are lines I have actually said to people in real life, and they are pretty funny.) There are loads left, so if you want to enter, click here for the master post.  My prompt is: “Whose clothes are you wearing? I dunno. Where are your clothes? I dunno. What’s with all the questions?

“You, Sam Winchester, can go fuck yourself!” You shrieked furiously as you slammed out of the kitchen just as Dean was entering.  

Dean looked his brother.  “What did you do? She sounds really pissed.”

Sam didn’t look too happy either.  “Do you see what she’s wearing?”

His brother couldn’t help but grin. “I like that dress. It shows off her....”

“I know!” Sam exploded. “She’s going out drinking with her friends tonight, and if she wears that, the guys will be all over her.  All I did was tell her that she might want to wear something a little less revealing.”

Dean just shook his head.  You big, stupid Moose. Tell me you didn’t tell her to change.  You did, didn’t you?”  When Sam’s face flushed, he had his answer. “You moron! And I bet you said something stupid like ‘don’t want them to get the wrong idea’.”

“Fuck you, Dean!” Sam snapped as he left the kitchen, Dean hot on his heels. There was no way he was missing this show.

You were halfway up the steps when they came out. “For the record, I think you look great,” Dean told you cheekily.

“Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean....” Sam began.

You held up a hand. “I know exactly what you meant, Sam.” You snapped as you wrenched open the heavy door. “Don’t wait up.”

It was around two in the morning when you finally came home because Sam was still awake. When he heard you making a ton of noise, knocking things over and giggling he went to check on you.   “Are you okay, Y/N?” 

Your head was buried in the freezer, and you were rummaging around inside.  “Found it!” You said happily as you began eating chocolate peanut butter ice cream right out of the container. 

Sam instantly took notice that you were no longer wearing the very short black dress that clung to your chest and barely covered your ass.  You were now wearing an Army sweatshirt and a pair of Kansas City Chiefs Sweatpants, both of which were several sizes too large for you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He immediately asked

“Peachy-fucking dandy, Why?” You responded with a mouth full of ice-cream.

“Whose clothes are you wearing?”

You looked down to check. “Huh. I dunno.”

Several scenarios went through Sam’s mind, none of which he liked. “Where are your clothes?” He said quietly, trying to stay calm.

“I dunno.  What’s with all the fucking questions? Since when are you the fashion police? I’m dressed, aren't I? Get out of my face! I’m going to bed.” You threw the container of ice cream back in the freezer and slammed the door.

You tried to move past Sam, but he grabbed your arm.  “Wait.  We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.  Whatever it is, it can wait until I’m sober. Now get out of my way before I fucking stab you.” You darted around him and headed for your room before he could stop you.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Not Boring

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Dean has other ways to ask for a piece of gum... and other ways to get it.

Square Filled: case fic (2022) for @spndeanbingo​

Author’s Note: this is based on a tiktok! here is the link or https://www.tiktok.com/@strangeruniverset/video/7028709860216704261?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7067995468673123846 . go follow the person who made the video!

It’s hard to focus on the book in front of you when all that’s on your mind is Dean. Lately, he’s been getting on your nerves, and it’s entirely your fault. He’s not doing anything differently, but your feelings for him have changed drastically. If anyone were to look at your relationship, they would think you and Dean were dating because all you do is flirt with each other (and a few shared kisses).

He’s doing absolutely nothing, yet, he is driving you up a wall.

Sam really needs you to read this book for the monster he’s trying to do research on, and you promised him you’d get it done today. You angrily take out a piece of gum from your pocket and shove it in your mouth before turning the page a bit harshly.

“Whoa, what did that book do to you?”

You snap your head up and look at the older Winchester standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the library. You clench your hands into fists before relaxing them.

“What, I’m fine.”

“Mmhmm. What are you doing?”

“Just reading this book for Sam. He needs the information soon, and I promised him I’d do it.”

“Sounds boring.”

“You’re boring.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” he smirks.

It’s true. He took you on a late night drive, and you kind of challenged him when you really shouldn’t have. You told him that he was driving like a grandma, and he stepped on the gas pedal until the Impala reached about 120 mph. You were never so scared in your life. You told Dean he was never boring after that.

“Shut up,” you muttered, chewing on your gum.

Dean has an idea of why you’re acting like this because he knows your feelings for him. He knows about your feelings because he has the same feelings for you. Why you two aren’t already dating is beyond him, but he’s having fun teasing you constantly.

“Hey, do you have any more gum?” he asks, walking closer to you.

“Yeah, I think I do,” you trail off, reaching for your bag.

Instead of accepting the stick of gum from your bag, Dean reaches out for your face and cups your cheeks. He pulls you into him and leans down to kiss you, licking your lower lip. You’re too shocked to process what is happening, so he takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your minty mouth.

Just the feeling of his tongue on yours alone is enough to make your head spin, so you don’t notice when his tongue wraps around the free floating piece of gum in your mouth. He kisses you until you’re breathless and pulls away, grinning at your stunned face. All he does is wink at you and pop the gum in his mouth.

“Still minty. Thanks, sweetheart.”

“You fucker,” you whisper so softly that you don’t think he heard it.

Dean laughs as he walks away, blowing and popping his gum so you can hear just how not boring he is.

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The Stars Made Us (Part 2)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 1436

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​ and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence​​, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​ and @arrow-guy​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​

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When you woke up in the early afternoon, your parents greeted you with a bit of a chuckle.

“Stay up too late with Jenny?” your mom asked with a teasing smirk. It was a habit of yours and Jenny to probably stay up way past your bedtime, but so long as it wasn’t a school night, your parents never cared.

“Actually… I.. uh, have some news,” you announced as you grabbed some bacon for a BLT that they’d made for lunch.

“Oh?” your dad asked, his eyes still on his laptop. “What’s that?”

“So… Jenny was kind of joking around last night and said that I should try to write on my arm, you know… to see if I had a soulmate…” you began explaining, twisting your fingers around nervously as you sat at the table.

Your parents just looked at you curiously.

“Well, so I did. I wrote something on my arm, and I waited to see if someone would write back… and they did,” you said, showing them your arm. They saw the ‘Happy Birthday’, and the ‘Hi there’, with a smiling face.

“A soulmate?” your dad echoed, looking at your arm inquisitively.

“We’ve never had soulmates in the family, have we, dear?” your mom wondered as she looked over her cup at her husband.

“Not that I know of. Well what do you know about that?” he mused. “I don't see any more marks on your arms, did your mate not write back much last night?”

“No, we actually emailed. We thought it would be best if we reserve our skin.. You know, we don’t want a bunch of… tattoos of each other unless they’re meaningful.”

“Sounds sensible,” your mom noted with a smile. “So what do you know about them?”

“He’s a grad student. He’s 21. He graduated from Harvard at 16, and get this, he’s into psych. He studies it.”

“Graduated at 16?” your dad asked. “Are you sure this guy isn’t pulling your leg? What if he’s some bum?”

“If he is some bum, he’s got a great education. We stayed up all night emailing, and he’s quite well-read.”

“That sounds fantastic, honey. And, did you get his name?” she asked, a bit nervous.

You shook your head. “No, we agreed it wasn’t safe.”

“Good girl,” your mom commended.

“He’s 21, hmm?” your dad hummed. “Isn’t that a little old?”

“Oh, Anthony, don’t pretend like that’s some big gap. You and I have five years between us,” your mom reminded as she got up to pick up the kitchen.

“Yeah well we didn’t meet in high school either. We were adults.”

“I’d hardly call us adults. We were 23 and 28.”

Your dad just shook his head. “You just be careful, kiddo. Soulmate or not, there are weirdos out there.”

“Of course, Dad,” you said.

Well, that was out of the way. Your parents didn’t seem to be too upset, which was good.

You went upstairs to your room and sent an email to X.

“My parents know about us now,” you wrote.

“Do they approve?”

“They’re worried you’re a liar and a weirdo, lol,” you confessed with a smiley face.

“They might be right ; )”

“I reminded them that we won’t ever swap information until one of our names shows up.”

“Of course. As tempted as I am to meet you like a normal person, I don’t want to tamper with fate.”

“I feel the same. And your parents? Have you told them?”

“My parents have died. Happened a few years ago.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. That’s awful.”

“It’s sad, yes, but don’t let that bring down your mood, please. I miss them terribly. I bet they would’ve loved to meet you.”

“I would’ve loved to meet them.”

“Speaking of, we need to get registered.”

Registered? For what? A marriage license?

Then it hit you.

“Oh, you mean the soulmate registry?”

“That’s the one. Do you have access to it?”

“Yeah, I can just drive to it. It’s at the clerk’s office, right?”

“Yes, it is. Oh, I need to go, Y/F/I. I’ll talk to you later. Feel free to send me emails throughout the day.”

“Will do, X. I’ll go to the registry on Monday, after school.”

“Looking forward to it.”

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The following afternoon, you went to the county clerk to file for a soulmate. You arrived at the building, stood in line, and finally, it was your turn. You were greeted by an older woman with a permanent scowl on her face.

“Can I help you?” she asked evenly.

“I, uh, I need to get registered for a soulmate?” you said tentatively. You had no idea how this part of the process went.

She eyed you up and down. “Very well, come with me.” She turned around and started to walk away from the counter and you looked around to see if you were supposed to follow. Since no one seemed to be stopping you as you inched towards the small opening in the counter, you went ahead and followed her.

“Do you have a driver’s license?” she asked once she reached a little podium against a wall.

You didn’t answer, instead you quickly searched your purse and wallet to retrieve the ID. She took it from you but before she did anything she asked you to show you the markings.

“I got these, on my arm,” you informed as you pushed your arm forward, your arms exposed.

“I’m just checking to make sure they aren’t tattoos,” she mused as she eyed them and scanned them with a small device that emitted purple light, you assumed it was a UV light or some form of it. “Alright, that all looks good.” With that, she turned to a computer and pulled up a file, scanning your driver’s license that filled out a bunch of forms and blanks - your name, age, social security, birthday, address. “Now, I need to document your markings. Put your arm right here,” she instructed, pointing to what looked like a small x-ray machine. It had a flat platform, a light, crosshairs, and an overhead lens. “Hold still,” she ordered.

You did your best to keep still as she pressed a button and the image was snapped.

“Did you write anything to them?” she asked, her voice stern.

“Yes, I wrote a few things,” you said, explaining everything you wrote and where.

“When did the markings appear? I need the date and time,” she informed.

“Alright, you’re officially in the system. Do you know their name?”

“No, we’ve only emailed and I refer to him as X?” you said, unsure.

“Good. I’m not sure if you know this or not, but we tell everyone who gets a mate: it’s never good to meet them before your time.”

“I’ve heard,” you noted quietly.

“It usually ends in an untimely death, and you don’t get another mate. No one has ever had more than one mate, even if their first one dies.”

You nodded. It made sense. The universe designed one person to fit your soul exactly, they couldn’t do that with two people, it would be crazy.

“No, yeah we agreed not to give any personal information away,” you confirmed.

“Good. Now, whenever your mate comes in to get registered, neither of you will be notified.”

You frowned for a moment. “So what’s the point in doing this?” you wondered.

“In case anything happens before you two meet, you can be notified. If you need a donor, your mate is notified. It’s mainly for record keeping, but just in case, they’re basically added to every In Case of Emergency list you have.”

“Really? Okay,” you said, a little more interested.

“Well you’re all set. Here’s some information for you,” she informed as she handed you a pamphlet. It said: So now you’ve got a soulmate, what this means for you.

Inside were several Do’s and Don'ts.

Do tell people you have a mate, so they don’t think you’re covered in tattoos of random words.

Don’t get the name of your soulmate before it appears on your skin. Their name and current location will appear when you are needed most by them.

Do be sure to include that you have a mate on any legal forms.

Don’t request a new mate.

… on and on it went. It made you smile and laugh at how… old it seemed to be.

Before you knew it, you were back in front of your computer screen, sending an update to X. He said he was busy today and would have to go to the clerk tomorrow.

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Puppy Love  Part 1

Musician Jensen x Reader AU

1500 Words

Written For: @spnaubingo and @spnfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Musician Jensen(AU) Walking the dog(fluff)

Summary: Y/N is desperate for a job, and takes one taking care of a couple of dogs. Little does she know that it’s for one of the most successful Musician’s ever. Will she get to know her new boss, and what happens when she realizes who he is. 

Warnings: None. Big dogs??

Glancing down at the paper in your hand, you read the address once again. You were standing in front of the correct place, but you still weren’t sure. It was so much fancier than your normal clients, and you hoped it wasn’t some sort of mistake.

“Here goes nothing,” you whispered, smoothing down your simple gray hoodie and your black leggings. With your hair in a ponytail, you were ready for a day taking care of dogs. Not exactly ready to step into high society, which is exactly what the house in front of you screamed.

A large, iron fence surrounded the large manicured lawn. A two-story house sat off in the distance, a large light colored stone and shining glass windows. It was beautiful, and cost more than you would ever see in your lifetime.

Taking a deep breath, you pressed the speaker button by the gate. “Yes?” A deep voice asked.

“Hello. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m the dog walker.”

“Come on in. To the side entrance please,” the voice said before the gates started sliding open. You began the trek up the paved driveway, bypassing the main entrance as you turned towards the garage. A door was off to the side, and you had a feeling that was the entrance you were supposed to use. Raising your hand to knock, the door swung open, a petite red haired woman standing there with a perplexed look on her face. “And you are?”

“I was just let in through the gate. I’m Y/N? The dog walker,” you told her, wondering if she was going to let you in. You were beginning to wonder if this job was worth all the hassle. But it paid well, and you were struggling to get by.

Nodding, you tucked a long curl behind her hair, stepping back and ushering you inside. “I was wondering when you would arrive. I just didn’t expect someone so...pretty.”

Lightly blushing under the underhanded compliment, you stepped inside the nice little foyer. Probably not as fancy as the main entrance, it still had warm colors, decorated elegantly. “I’m Ruth, the housekeeper. This way please.”

You followed her down the long hallway, past a kitchen that was bigger than your entire apartment. Gleaming marble countertops and top of the line appliances filled the luxurious kitchen, and you imagined yourself spending hours in their, baking to your heart's content.

“The dogs are kept to the back of the house, and from now on I expect you to find your way there by yourself. You will be given a key to the side door, but be assured, someone will be watching. We don’t just let anyone in this house.”

“Can I ask who my boss is?” You asked her as you stepped into a large, tiled room. Immediately you could tell it was the dog's room. Plus dog beds lined one wall. Toys were strewn around the room, and a doggy door led to the large backyard. The doggy door was one of the biggest ones you had ever seen, as was the dog beds against the ball. Making you wonder exactly what type of dogs you would be dealing with.

“As far as you’re concerned, it’s me,” she announced. “You will be taking care of two dogs. They are both Tibetian Mastiffs. I hope you are aware of the breed.”

“I have heard of them, yes.”

Pulling her pocket out of her phone, Rowena seemed to forget you were in the room for a moment. “I want you to read up on them. They are very expensive dogs and take a lot of time and care. They do not trust easily, and I do not have time to babysit you. You will be given a check every two weeks. You will have to work around the owner’ schedule and keep out of his way when he is home. I expect you to be here every morning to make sure these dogs are taken care of. Is that clear?”

“Perfectly clear,” you assured her, just as two monstrous dogs came up to the doggy door, growling as they noticed you. Pushing their way through the door, they came striding towards you, their hackles raised.

“Sam, Dean, heel,” Rowena snapped, the Scottish tilt of her voice even more noticeable. “They know all commands. I will leave you to get acquainted.”

She left the room, and you turned to stare back at the dogs. Their shackles had gone down, but they were still standing there, unsure of you. “Hey guys,” you spoke softly, reaching out your hand, holding it upside down so they could sniff you. The one with the green collar came up to you first, sniffing your hand. You could read the name Dean etched on his name tag. “Hey Dean,” you whispered, waiting until he licked your hand before you reached up and petted his ear. Sam came up then, sniffing your arm as you petted his brother. “You are absolutely beautiful,” you whispered. They were huge, towering over you as you crouched down in front of them. Thick and furry, they were the largest dogs you had ever seen. “I think we’re going to be good friends. Wanna go for a walk?”

Bouncing up and down, they made their way back to the door, and you followed them out to the backyard. A tall fence surrounded the yard, no doubt to keep the dogs in, but maybe to keep prying eyes out as well. Off to the side was a pool with a waterfall on one side. A large patio with a fire pit, bbq grill, and patio furniture finished off the backyard, fancier than any backyard you had ever seen. “Who is your owner?” You whispered as both Sam and Dean walked by your side. They almost came up to your chest, like huge, giant real-life teddy bears. Dean woofed in response to your question before taking off towards the back of the yard, Sam following suit.

You let them run around for a while, enjoying the warm air, wishing you wouldn’t get in trouble for taking a swim.

It was almost an hour later that you finally called them back, surprised they came running back to you, laying their heads against you. “You guys are just sweeties,” you told them, rubbing behind their ears as you led them back inside. In a cupboard, you found the container of high-end dog food, instructions written on the container. Giving them a little bit of food each, you noticed a picture on the wall. It was of both dogs, a man in between them. Letting the dogs eat, you stepped closer to the picture, getting a good looker at their owner.

In the picture, he was wearing ripped jeans, a pair of heavy black boots and a leather jacket. His face was covered in stubble, his green eyes staring straight at the camera. He was extremely handsome, much younger than you had imagined. Maybe mid 30’s, with dark sandy blonde hair that seemed a little messy. He seemed tall, his shoulders weighed and strong. “Your owner is a handsome man,” you told the dogs who paid no attention to you. “I wonder who he is to afford such a place.”

Just then there was a knock on the door and Rowena stuck her head inside. “I’m surprised to see you here still. But it’s time for you to go. He will be here any moment, and will no doubt want to spend time with his dogs. He hasn’t seen them in almost two weeks.”

“Of course. And when do you want me back?”

“I think seven would be perfect. Just in time to let them out for the morning, and give them their breakfast.”

With those words, she turned on her heel, and you followed her back down the hallway. Stepping outside, you began the trek back down the driveway. The gates slid open, and you were about ready to begin the trek to the nearest bus stop when an old, classic car came to a stop in front of you. The window rolled down, and you immediately recognized the green eyes from the picture in the dog room. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” you stuttered, not sure how you were supposed to handle meeting who had to be the boss. “I’m just leaving for the day.”

“And you are?”

“Y/N. I take care of the dogs,” you said quickly. “Today was my first day.”

He nodded. “I heard the last one quit. I’m Jensen, but you probably already know that.  It’s nice to meet you.”

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you stepped to the side as he turned his car down the driveway and you began the long trek to the bus station. Wondering if you would be able to see Jensen again tomorrow. Knowing it was foolish to already feel a slight crush on your boss, knowing that he would have nothing to do with a simple dog walker.

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