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Bode Leone (Donovan)

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Jake Crawford

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Manny Perez

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Eve Edwards

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BODE LEONE — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: Happy Fire Country Friday! It’s just me feeding the ghost town of a tag that was inspired by that last episode with a side of drama or triggers—i try my best to make spring writings more fluff based which you will get somewhere here. I want to say this takes place a year or two after this current season idk whatever makes sense lol. I know timelines are kinda confusing for this show so feel how you feel!

WARNINGS: strained parent and child relationship, established relationships, infidelity of other characters, mentions of abuse to minors, alluding to s*ic**e, PTSD, blood, lots of descriptions that I should be employed as a screenwriter for the show with the amount of detail I give but we can just pretend, also I’m assuming that Bode and Riley were at least two to three years apart whereas him and Jake are the same age? I think that’s about it enough!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: 9. Our first dinner party & “god you’re bleeding! how the hell did you do that?” “i was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

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“God you’re bleeding! How the hell did you do that?” Bode’s voice booms off the “almost oyster,” kitchen walls, making you zone back in to the fact that your middle knuckle and tip of your thumb happened to be oozing red all over the makeshift counter and cutting board.

He’s scrambling around the kitchen, snatching a rag from underneath the sink to wrap around your two fingers awkwardly. Applying pressure, which you hiss at, you meet Bode’s concerned blue-green eyes to see that he’s waiting for an answer.

You sigh, “I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

Bode keeps his hands securely over yours and barely glances at the work you started on along with your phone that keeps silently lighting up. He blinks his attention back to you, sensing that you were disconnecting and was not entirely sure why. It was your idea to have your first dinner party after he moved in with you at the high rise out in Hillford, which was thirty minutes west of Edgewater.

“I see that,” he starts, “you don’t even like tomatoes, so I’m not sure why that’s on the menu for tonight?”

Closing your eyes for a moment you lift your shoulders nonchantly, “your mom loves a good Mediterranean salad, so I thought why not give it a go?”

Bode snorts, “my mom wouldn’t know the difference if it was store bought.”

His mom was a decent cook but she hardly had the patience to keep up with it. Majority of the time Bode’s dad was the one to throw down thanks to his own mother and grandmother forcing him to learn. Sharon loved to eat and sample so she wouldn’t be too judgmental…unless she ended up with food poisoning then you’d never hear the end of it!

“Vince would depending on what it is.” You peer at him underneath your eyelashes while Bode breathed out a laugh, figuring that you were most likely right. Mr. Leone may seem like a go with the flow kind of guy but one thing about the Leone’s? They loved to eat and if the food wasn’t cutting it then some words would be said.

Bode hoped the idea of his parents being here tonight didn’t make you nervous. It wasn’t your first time having a meal with them and one thing Bode knew about his parents is that they rarely held back. They liked you and they wanted to see him rebuild his life after being released. They were just happy that Bode was finally able to do that but after that text you just received…you weren’t so sure if that would remain true.

Bode gently lifts the rag from your fingers, “the bleeding from your thumb seems to be slowing down but that knuckle might need some stitches.” He announces before raising your hand back above your heart.

Feeling a wave of frustration fly over your being once more, made you want to lay face first on the kitchen floor—if it was sanitary. Hey you kept a clean house, otherwise you wouldn’t be having any family over! You were a bit of germaphobe and tried to ignore the itch of your brain to get to cleaning the mess you left on the wooden table turned island, that you got from a antique store two years ago.

“Hey,” Bode grips you even tighter, prepared to handle the deadweight if you decided to just drop to the floor, “what’s wrong?”

This was more than just you losing blood.

Opening your eyes you move your body around to slump against Bode, who didn’t hesitate to rest his cheek against the back of your head, “Sharon invited my mom and Manny, which is okay, I guess! Then my mom invited Gabriela! Which automatically makes what’s his face, the fiancé, her plus one while also extending it to Eve who invited Jake.”

The mumbling from you was a bit difficult for Bode to grasp but he listened intently anyways to get the gist of it all. There were many things wrong with this and he was tempted to call his mother up right now—despite knowing she had no ill intentions. Sharon seemed to get a kick out of your mom (which only meant trouble) who was casually dating Manny and you already knew your mother was solely the one to drag Gabriela into this. You’ve known the Perez’ since what felt like forever, way back in San Diego where you and Gabriela both attended school and actually became friends due to being in the same friend groups. You both tried out for the swim team, Gabriela made it and you excelled better at gymnastics.

She had the dream of being in the Olympics while you were being shot up with steroids from your coach to be the next star of the team. There was Lilavati Sharma who was the face of the team and carried herself with such grace despite the pressure to always be the best. She was sweet with all the girls and guys on the team and was genuinely likeable. The coach favored her just a little too much to the point she was here and then in the next she wasn’t.

Her father pulled her away from the team and gave the coach a nice shiner to the face that took weeks to heal. That only made the coach train you harder until you broke your collar bone, becoming the biggest disappointment until the truth of your coach came to light after the unexpected death of Lilavati.

That’s when you learned, maybe second best wasn’t so bad after all but that didn’t mean your trauma needed to be diminished as well. You hurt for Lilavati more than you did for yourself and it took years for you to understand why that was.

The universe seemed to have it written in stone that you and Gabriela were meant to be in each other’s lives. Yes you were older now compared to high school but it was safe to say that the both of you have fallen out long before. There always seemd to be some sort of connect with your mother and Manny. They were both once married and Manny’s been raising Gabriela all on his own for as long as you could remember. You recalled the conversations Gabriela would have about the gap she had in her life because of her mother’s absence and how lucky you were to have your parents.

Well…your mother’s been cheating on your father since you were a kid and basically bullied you not to tell your father about it once you were a bit older. Although he’s always known, he hated that she put you in that position after realizing that you’ve known. By the time leaving for college came around, your dad was moving from San Diego to Northern California far out to Edgewater; after serving your mother divorce papers who gave him such a hard time on signing them. She even followed him all the way out there after putting the house up for sale a month before your graduation.

Going back and forth to court was a common thing between them along with a restraining order being filed and lengthy phone calls from your mouthy mother filled your head while studying for finals. So yes your upbringing was as peachy as everyone thought.

Bringing it back to present time, your father was remarried and seemed to be thriving with his new aeronautical engineer of a husband, that you had to cat-sit every time they left the country to explore the world. Your father’s always been open about his sexuality and made you comfortable (considering he was a psychologist) if you ever questioned anything of your own personal experiences. You were one of the rare cases where you always had crushes and flirted once it felt like those crushes also showed interest but…it never amounted out into much.

You never had a significant other until you reached college. Let’s just say, you didn’t marry your college sweetheart. That wasn’t your story. The idea of love that you had wasn’t the brightest although it’s something you always wanted to have, it was just hard to truly receive it. And here you were with a man that always fought through so much in life that also wanted to give love and be loved in return.

“So the gang is all coming basically?” Bode used one hand to gently rub your back, “we could just cancel. It was supposed to just be with my parents…although I don’t mind Manny and your mom tagging along but…inviting everyone else to our place without talking to us about it…is crossing boundaries. How’d you find out?”

It still felt odd for Bode to call this waterfront townhouse his as well but you constantly reassured him that he was open to doing anything that made him feel like the home was his too. For one contributing to the HOA fees was a good start (after fighting a lengthy battle with the court to get EMT training and finally getting a spot on CalFire as stable income was a long time coming). Pre-Prison Bode had jobs before—some that he’s walked out on—but being with CalFire gave him purpose with a smidge of financial freedom. He was able to spend money on things that mattered like annoying adult stuff, a creepy ornamental two piece banana sculpture that he installed on the wall of the breakfast room (a small separate area from the dining room), and you.

“Mom texted.” You huffed, “and I’m trying to get better at not blowing up on her but when she does things like this? It makes it so hard.”

It took a lot for you to stand up to your mother since you tended to hold everything in. Over the years it’s been a build up and she’s apologized various of times but it started to fall on empty ears when she continued to repeat her same patterns.

Bode hated that your mother caused you such anxiety. He’s cupping your face now, gently placing his forehead against yours, “what do you want to do? I’ll call mom and yours up right now if it’s too much? We can have dinner ourselves, just us two and see if there’s any new streams on that movie you’ve been telling me about.”

You send him a small smile, cherishing that, “the kebabs are already done along with half of the other food. We can’t eat all of this ourselves.”

Bode peeks over at the covered food on the rest of the counters then back to you with a smirk of a smile, “want to bet?”

“Bode!”

“What? I can eat and I’ve been dying to try a kebab since you slapped my hand with a Spatula an hour ago.” He playfully glares at you, “I needed a snack.”

“There’s always crackers.”

Bode furrows his brows, “…I thought you loved me but I think you’re trying to starve me. What is this? Three rock?”

You laughed, “well at least one of us has an appetite and I just want to get through this night and enjoy the company of what I thought would just be with Sharon and Vince.”

Bode nods his head, “we still have time if you change your mind so, I’ll give you until after I’ve cleaned you up.”

“I love that you already know that I want you to do my stitches.”

Bode slides an arm across your hips to guide you out of the kitchen, “of course I know my baby. You nearly collapse every time you see prices in the grocery store when we’re out so I can only imagine what the bill from urgent care would look like. Lucky for you, you have a certified first responder as a boyfriend.”

He’s careful with you as he guides you up the narrow creaky stairs to the second floor to the main bathroom and you’re reminded this is the love you deserve.

You’re seated on the toilet while Bode is making a mess—like he commonly does—searching for what he needs. His hands are large and quick as they work the needle through the thread before setting it aside. He turns back to you, moving your hands from the pressure you’re applying against the rag, before motioning for you to keep it on the knuckle while he cleans, applies antibiotics and bandages your thumb first.

Bode kisses your thumb over the bandage, “how are we doing? Feeling faint? Do you need water? I probably should have asked before we came up here.”

“I’m fine.” You smile softly at him as he grabs a stool to sit down on as it’ll take him longer to work on your knuckle, “thanks for checking.”

He hums in response, “want to talk about work as a distraction?”

Blood didnt really bother you but you did cringe at the thought of needles. You can go ahead and write down PTSD note takers! You were an application security specialist, yes a true nerd, and also damn good at your stressful but fulfilling job but it was the weekend so that was a negative.

You redirect the conversation, “I’d like to draw you your next tattoo.”

Did you have artistic abilities like Bode? Let’s just say you were more of a data person while also being pretty athletic—although gymnastics was somewhat history you still found yourself stretching and working out to be crucial to your health routine—you had your own taste.

“Yeah?” Bode asks as he gets to work, “are you telling me you don’t like the two I already have?”

You shake your head, “sure I do. They have their own significant stories, which I’d never change and I have ideas if that artist brain of yours craves for more ink.”

“Appreciate that…so what’s on your mind?”

You deeply inhale as you feel the needle piercing your skin but talk through it, “you’re surprisingly into some odd art and I’ve been looking at vintage Halloween art that my co-worker is obsessed with and thought, why not create a wizard frog with a pointy star hat, wand and everything?”

“A wizard frog?” There’s a teasing tone in Bode’s voice while he pictures it as he pulls tight before going back to your skin while you hold your breath, “Magic’s not really my thing especially since I told you about my dad having me watch that one weird movie with Anthony Hopkins. Riley on the other hand? Could sit up for hours watching that horror crap with my dad…although she always ended up in my room, stealing my covers while talking away as I tried to sleep. As her big brother I dealt with it if that meant keeping her nightmares away, although I regretted it in the morning.”

The both of you share a laugh at this.

What you knew of Riley was that her and Bode were sorta opposites. She had the kindest big round blue eyes, was friendly and open to having conversations with strangers whereas Bode was more reserved before he felt comfortable enough to approach. Apparently she was soft spoken yet determined, into the well-being of animals that she planned to be a vegetarian once she was older, liked magic tricks and horror movies but only if that meant she got more time to bond with Vince that is. She seemed to have a heart on her sleeve and probably would have been a veterinarian if she lived past sixteen.

“Just big brother duties.” You inhale air between your teeth, “and I think she would like my wizard frog idea.”

“Yeah…I can see you two plotting against me.” Bode smiles over at you before giving one last tug before snooping off the excess thread, “all set.”

Before he can even move to start cleaning up, you throw your arms across his shoulders and give him a squeeze. Bode pauses but buried his nose against your fuzzy cardigan before rubbing your back against your embrace once more.

“What’s this for?”

You say, “just because I love you and I’m happy to have you here with me, which I know I probably don’t say enough since words of affirmation is more your thing than mine but I stand by this. I look forward to many more days with you, good and challenging.”

Bode feels his body go warm at your words and pulls back to meet your eyes. “I can’t wait and I love you too, softie.”

You roll your eyes as he chuckles at you while you scratch at his facial hair.

“…You’ll think about the wizard frog?”

Bode sighs with a small smile on his lips, “If it makes you happy, love.”

“Cop out answer!” You flick his broad shoulder with your good hand.

“How?” Bode lifts his shoulders in confusion.

You crinkle your nose in annoyance, “You can’t ever say what I want to hear and make me think I’m always the winner, fight back.”

“Okay…I’ll remember that when I don’t want to watch the traitors uk with you.” Bode holds your stare while you gasp with a hand to your chest and then nod your head, mentally saying that was fair game.

Bode can already tell what you’re thinking, which makes him grin at you before leaning forward to cautiously peck your lips. You humph before slowly pushing yourself to get to your feet and steady yourself.

Bode’s hands are immediately on your hips as you balance yourself and you give him a nod in reassurance before leaning forward. You connect your lips again, his beard tickling your face as you breathe him in. He smells sweet like amber, fresh but calming like cypress, and warm sandalwood and you feel like you could just sink into him endlessly but manage to pull away.

“You sure you don’t want to cancel? We could do more of that and I wouldn’t mind.” Bode squeezes your hips with a lick of his own lips.

You pull from his grip, “that’s what Sunday is for, a day with no plans! Now let’s go, chop chop! We have a dinner to finish.”

And you’re out of the bathroom before Bode can even blink. He’s shaking his head at you and calls out, “fine. Don’t touch any more knives though!”

Once putting everything back where it belongs, he stares at his reflection in the mirror. He’s not entirely thrilled to have Jake here, since they were attempting to get back to where they once were but Bode wasn’t holding his breath since he felt like Jake was trying to live what could have been his when it came to Genevieve. It took time for him to accept what happened when they were teenagers meaning with Riley but since he’s been locked up? It felt like it was one thing after the next even in his freedom. Then there was Gabriela…which you had your own issue with although you tried to downplay it and there was a smidge of a history that Bode had with her that probably didn’t help…

He just hopes this dinner isn’t a true disaster for both of your sakes but at least he could have the task of throwing someone out…if it came to that of course.

That wasn’t what brought a smile to his face, it was the thought of hosting something that he could call his own with the person he wanted to spend countless days with.

You.

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HURT// COLBY BROCK

As I walk into the party with Tara to my left, a wave of anxiety hits as soon as I realize I am actually here. In the same house as him. But not with him. I haven’t stepped foot in this house for over a month, because the last time I was here hurt me more than anything.

“You okay?” Tara asks sensing my mood change “Just nervous,” I say while playing with the ring on my finger

“I’ll be here the whole night, if we get split up just text me and we’ll meet back up,” She says softly and I smile “Thank you,”

“Now let’s go get drinks and have a good time,” Tara says before grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the kitchen. As we make our way into the kitchen our whole friend group comes into view.

I haven’t seen most of them in quite a while, after what happened I just needed time for myself and I’ve only seen Tara, Kat, Sam, Jake, and Devyn. Tara, Kat, Devyn, and I hung out last week and I explained to them why I haven’t been around and they understood.

“Kenna!,” Kat says while running to give me a hug “Wow I feel loved,” Tara jokes

“Shut up, I saw you this morning,” Kat laughs before hugging Tara “Wow, Kenna finally decided to grace up with her presence,” Sam laughs

“I just knew your guys’ lives were boring without me so I decided to come,” I laugh before giving Sam a quick hug “Actually my life has been pretty good,” Kevin jokes and I roll my eyes before he pulls me in for a hug

“We’re doing shots,” Kat says and I nod before walking over to the table where the drinks are. Kat pours four shots, one for me, Tara, Devyn, and herself. “We’re getting you fucked up tonight and you’re going to hook up with some hot random guy,” Tara says

“Hell yeah!” Kat says “To Kenna getting laid,” Devyn says while holding her shot up and we all cheers before downing them

We all made our way into the living room where the music was and where everyone was dancing, at first it started with all of us girls dancing together but the girls’ boyfriends had made their way over to them so I let them be and went into the kitchen to get another drink

“Why aren’t you dancing anymore?” I heard a voice say from behind me and my heart dropped “Because,” I said trying my best to ignore him

“Do you want to dance?” He says and I scoff “With you? No.” I say not looking at him

“Why?” He says “Because I said so,” I said before walking away

“Hey,” Crawford says while walking over toward me “Hey Crawf,” I smile

“How’ve you been?” He asks while leaning on the wall next to us “I’ve been good, How have you been?” I say softly

“I’ve been alright. Why you over here alone?” He asks “Eh, just not in the mood for this party,” I say

“You wanna go outside?” He asks and I nod, He grabs my hand and leads me through the crowds of people. We make it outside and we go sit by the pool

We don’t speak we just sit in silence and look up at the sky “What are you guys doing?” I hear someone say and I mentally curse

“We just chillin’,” Crawford says to Colby “What are you doing out here?” I ask him

“I saw you guys walk out here and needed to make sure no one was hooking up outside,” He says and I roll my eyes “Nah, we ain’t doing that,” Crawf laughs

“Good,” Colby says while making eye contact with me “Hey, Crawf, it’s a little cold out here so I’m gonna go back in,” I say with a smile

“Alright, stay safe,” He says while lifting his cup and tilting it toward me “You too, no drunk swimming,” I point at him

“Don’t worry, I’m all good,” He laughs. I get off the chair and run my hands over my dress to make sure it’s straight “You want a hoodie?” Colby asks

“No,” I say rudely while walking away “Kenna what is your problem,” Colby asks while catching up to me

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say while shutting the door in his face “There you are,” Kat says

“Hey,” I smile “We’re doing more shots, come on,” Kat says while grabbing my hand and pulling me into the kitchen

We do about four or five shots before we all make our way back to the dance floor, this time the girls’ boyfriends don’t interfere so it was just us dancing. I look to my left to see Colby talking to some girl leaning on the wall, I roll my eyes and look away.

“Hey, Kenna,” Justin says “Hey,” I smile as he dances closer to me

“You look really good,” He says and I smile “So do you,” I say and he snakes his hands around my waist

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you for a while,” He whispers in my ear “Have you?” I tease

“I always just thought you had a thing going on with Colby so I stayed away but now that I just saw him with that girl, I know that you’re available,” He says

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m available,” I smile “Good,” He says while moving a hand up to my neck and pulling me in for a kiss

I move my hands to the back of his neck and run my hands through his hair as he pulls me closer by the hand on my waist. He moves his mouth to my neck and starts leaving trails of kisses

“Okay, that’s enough, she’s drunk,” Colby says while pulling Justin away from me “So am I,” Justin says and I try to push Colby away from me

“Colby leave me alone,” I say while trying to get my arm out of his grip “Yeah, dude, leave her alone, we were having fun,” Justin says while grabbing onto my other arm with a tight grip

“She’s drunk, I’m not gonna let her get taken advantage of,” Colby says and I scoff “She wants this,” Justin says while tightening his grip on my arm and it starts to sting

“Justin, let go,” I say trying to pull my arm away but his grip gets tighter “Why aren’t you telling Colby to let you go?” He says

“Because he isn’t hurting me,” I say while trying to pull my arm away “Let her go,” Colby says to Justin

“How about you let her go and we get back to what we were doing,” Justin says “How about no,” Colby says

“Whatever man,” Justin says while letting my arm go and I let out a sigh of relief “Are you okay?” Colby asks while grabbing my arm and looking at it

“I’m fine, don’t pretend like you care,” I roll my eyes before trying to walk away from him but he steps in front of me

“You’re drunk,” He says “So is like every person here, plus I’ve barely had any drinks,” I say

“Well you’re never the type to get drunk and hook up with random people,” he says “I did it with you,” I say, and his face drops

“That was different and you know that,” He says and I laugh “Sure it was, now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find Justin again,” I say trying to walk around him but I feel arms go around my waist and suddenly I’m thrown over Colby’s shoulder

“Colby put me down,” I say as he walks toward the stairs “No,” He says as I wiggle in his grip

We make it up the stairs and to his room and he sets me down in the middle of his floor “Colby what the hell,” I yell

“Why are you so fucking pissed with me,” He says raising his voice “Are you dumb,” I say pissed off

“Colby, we hooked up, so many times, you treated me like your girlfriend, and told me I wasn’t allowed to hang out with other guys. You told me so many things that made me fall in love with you. Then when I told you, you had the nerve to get mad at me for having fucking feelings!” I yell

“I told you that I didn’t want anything serious!” He says “I know, and that’s my fault for thinking that you’d get over yourself and realize that you do deserve love but clearly I was fucking wrong,” I laugh

“You hurt me, Colby. I poured my heart out to you and you had the nerve to say I was never anything to you and you just used me to pass the time,” I say “So don’t get mad at me for not wanting to talk to a guy who made me feel like shit about myself,”

“Kenna,” He says softly “No don’t even fucking say anything,” I say while walking past him but he grabs my hand and turns me around, and pulls me in to kiss him

I push him away “Fuck you,” I say before walking out of his room and back down to the party. “You okay?” Tara asks me

“I’m perfect, you wanna do more shots?” I ask and she nods

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First story on here! LMK if you want a part two!!

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I’m backkkk, sorry it’s been so long but chapter 23 is out now! And a lot of exciting things are to come! X

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Take It | Jake Seresin x Female!Reader

Jake Seresin Masterlist | Main Masterlist

smut prompts!

Synopsis: Jake can usually handle a bit of teasing, but as long as he gets what he wants out of it. Inspired by the scene where Hangman says his infamous "stop" line

word count: 2.0k

warnings: teasing, age gap, oral sex (m receiving), public sex, head pushing, dirty talk, a dash of brat tamer jake, name calling, spit swapping, hair pulling, cursing, tears.

You were being a brat, and you knew it. And so did Jake, who had shot you probably the thirtieth warning glare of the night your way. He was trying to keep his calm, but with the way you were acting, he was ready to throw you over his shoulder and walk out of the bar. 

He was wearing his khaki uniform, and so were most of the aviators that stood around the pool table. After a day of work, working on flight plans, and going over training events, the Dagger Squad wanted a relaxing night at the Hard Deck. Jake had stopped by home to grab you, knowing that you had a hard day with classes of your own. You were studying nursing and in your final year. Jake was proud of you, knowing that you had been working hard all week for this exam, and had aced it. He wanted to celebrate. 

You and Jake were roughly ten years apart, him being thirty-three and you being twenty-three. You seemed mature for your age when you met, but Jake quickly saw through that front. But he loved it. He loved how you were dependent on him to show you the world outside of the little collegiate bubble you lived in. You weren’t as innocent as some girls your age, but you weren’t as outgoing either. Jake felt protective of you when the two of you went out to local bars, knowing what the college-age male thought when he saw you. Jake was sometimes no better than them. Like right now. 

The shorts you wore was barely covering your ass, and with one wrong move, you were flashing the whole bar. He wondered if you were wearing that all day, knowing you, it was highly likely. He loved that you had a fashion sense, your clothes and shoes slowly starting to take up his closet, despite having your own. He could also see the black lace bra you were wearing under your white tank top. You looked as if you could give Cindy Crawford a run for her money. Jake felt his cock stir as you once again bent down to take a shot at the game of pool you were playing. 

“Oh no!” You pouted, “I missed.” 

“Here, let me help you,” Jake said, pushing up from his barstool. You smirked as he walked over, and put you in front of him. He leaned you over slightly, guiding you to line up the shot. You grind your ass against his semi that was straining in his pants. Jake grunted as he helped you make the shot, “There ya go.” Jake said, and stepped away from you, causing a small whine to leave your lips. He gave you yet another warning glare, but that didn’t deter you at all. 

He wanted to see how long you’d keep up the act. You usually give up the act rather quickly if Jake wasn’t giving you wanted. But so far it had been going on for nearly an hour, and he knew that the black panties you were wearing had to be absolutely soaked. You were a glutton for punishment, and he knew it. He knew how much you loved looking at your bruised ass in the mirror the next morning. He had caught you one too many times taking pictures and saving them to a private photo album. Jake slowly takes a sip of his beer as he watches you bite your lip and look down at the pool table. 

When Bob shot the final ball into the pocket, you clapped your hands and kissed his cheek. Jake’s grip tightened on the bottle he was holding, and it was a miracle that he somehow didn’t break it. Bob just blushed and patted your back as you skipped away from him, over to the bar where Rooster was standing. Part of the whole act was that you had money on the line, a bet made with Jake’s once enemy. Jake liked to tell everyone that he wasn’t the jealous type, but again, that was another front that everyone could see right through. 

“How’s it goin’, sugar,” Rooster said as he looked down at you. 

“Good, Roo,” You smiled, “He’s totally looking over here so if I were you, I would do something like put your arm around me,” Rooster smirked and did exactly what you said, his hand settling low on your back. 

“This alright?” He asked and you nodded, feeling holes being burned into the back of your head from a certain green-eyed man, “You really want that fifty bucks, don’t ya, sugar?” 

“Uh, of course,” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “That’s almost enough for me to get my nails redone next week.” 

“Well then,” Rooster said and picked up the beer that was placed in front of him, “Let’s go over there and get you that fifty bucks.” 

You smirked as Rooster took your hand and guided you back over to the group of aviators. You perched yourself between Rooster’s legs, sitting on his left thigh. He held you securely in your spot, as you draped one of your arms around his neck, your other hand coming up to rest on his chest. If looks could kill, Jake would easily have two more confirmed shots under his belt. 

Jake let the act go on for a while longer, watching as your fingers went to play with the gold chain around Rooster’s neck. Jake hated to admit it, but the two of you looked good together. Maybe it was the way that both of your skin tones were perfectly kissed by the sun. Or maybe it was how the two of you fit so naturally together, his hand resting naturally on your hip. Or maybe it was the fleeting glances the two of you would share. If Jake was a fool, he’d think that you had a thing for Rooster. But Jake had what other men wish they could have, he had your heart. 

“Oh god, Rooster, you’re just so big,” Your voice is what snapped Jake out of his repertoire and had him looking at you from across the table. You were standing in front of Rooster now, both arms draped around his neck while you leaned in to press a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. Jake saw red as Rooster rested a hand right above your ass. Jake was up out of his chair before he could even think and made his way over to the two of you. You were moving your hand down Rooster’s abs when Jake grabbed your wrist. 

“Stop,” You raised an eyebrow at Jake and looked back at Rooster, “We’re leaving.” 

“But-” 

“No,” Jake cut you off, “You’re not going to sit here and act like a brat. Get up, let’s go.” 

You had that glint in your eye, that tiny bit of mischief as you stood up from Rooster’s lap and followed Jake wordlessly through the bar. You tried your best to suppress the giggle in your throat as he led you to the bathroom of the Hard Deck. The moment the two of you were inside, Jake spun you around and shoved you up against the door. You could feel the outline of his hard cock against your ass, making warmth flood through you. 

“You gonna explain what you were doing out there with Rooster?” Jake’s voice was gruff as he whispered in your ear, “Or am I gonna have to fuck the answer out of you?” 

“I was being nice,” You pouted, “You said I should-” 

Jake turned your body around, so you were facing him, “I said don’t be a brat. You were being a slut.” 

You bit your lip, trying to keep up the pouty persona, but if there was one thing about Jake, he knew all the right buttons to push to get you to break. He took a step back from you, looking you up and down, before undoing his belt. You didn’t even need to be told to get on your knees, as you dropped before him, mouth already drooling at the thought of having him in your mouth. 

“Now you want to be a good girl,” Jake tsked as he walked towards you. With a hand tangled in your hair, he pulled your head back so you were looking up at him, “Always a good girl when you want daddy’s cock.” 

“Mhm,” You nodded, licking your lips. 

“Then be a good girl, and suck daddy’s off.” 

You nodded, pushing down Jake’s boxers and freeing his thick cock from the confines of his boxers. His tip was red and angry, a drop of precum already leaking from it. You licked the tip gently, moaning at the salty taste of him. If there was one thing you knew about Jake, it was that he loved messy blowjobs. You grabbed his cock with both hands, spitting on the tip of it. Jake grunted, watching you through hooded eyes as you rubbed your spit up and down his shaft. 

“Hold your tongue out,” He commanded, and you obliged. Jake fisted himself in his hand, tapping his dick on your tongue several times, “You love when daddy’s cock is in your mouth.” You moaned as he rubbed the tip over your lips, mixing saliva and pre-cum over you, “Messy girl,” He chuckled, “Go on, suck me off like the slut you are.” 

You nodded eagerly, removing Jake’s hand at the base of his cock. You started slow, licking the tip again and moving down his shaft, making eye contact with him the whole time. Jake sucked in a breath as you wrapped your lips around him and started to suck him off. 

“Fuck, there you go,” Jake moaned, keeping a hand in your hair, gently guiding your movements, “C’mon, go deeper,” He encouraged pushing your head down until your nose was flush with the thin patch of pubic hair he had. You felt tears in your eyes, as Jake kept your head down, thrusting his hips into you ever so slowly. You looked up at him with large doe eyes, unshed tears threatening to spill. 

“Fuck!” Jake groaned, not letting up as he fucks your face. You close your eyes as you gag around him, squeezing your fists tightly, “Take it. You wanna act like a brat, take it.” You blink twice for yes, feeling his hips start to stutter, knowing that he was close, “Fuck. Fuck, sweetheart. Gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours.” 

You blink twice again, as Jake lets out a loud groan and his hips stop. You moan at the feeling of his cum filling your mouth. He pulls out of you, a thin layer of sweat on his brow. 

“Open,” You do as he commands and show him the mouth full of cum, “So good,” He praises, wiping a stray tear from your face, “Swallow for me.” You keep your eyes locked on his green ones as you swallow the cum in your mouth. He tucks himself back into his boxers and dress pants, fixing his belt. Jake then helps you stand from the floor and pulls you into a kiss. He could still taste the saltiness of his cum on your tongue, “What do you say we get out of here and I return the favor.” 

You smirk at him, “I have a better idea,” Jake tilts his head to the side, “Can we invite-” 

“Nope,” Jake says, “You are mine and all mine. I don’t share.”

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[starboye]

Could you update this? Like, did you get new requests afterwards?

https://www.tumblr.com/starboye/758197508073832448/hi-i-noticed-you-mentioned-having-a-lot-of-fic?source=share

these are really the only new ones

1.

pairing: tyler owens x male reader

summary: riding tyler after a hard day of chasing storms

2.

pairing: clark kent x male reader

request: Could you write a tom welling/clark kent fic from smallville where you give him a blow job and edge him til he cums in your mouth and then he fucks you

3.

pairing: jude bellingham x male reader

request: jude is the star of real madrid (duh) and maybe male reader for barca and readers team wins against madrid and reader starts acting like he’s better than jude so jude puts him in his place and fucks him so rough and degrading until reader knows that he’s his bitch

4.

pairing: prince ben x male reader x harry hook

request: hey can you do a ben x harry hook x male reader where they Both fuck you but harry is really rough while ben is gentle. and harry is very kinky with pet names and stuff

5.

pairing: armie hammer x male reader

request: Reader is filming call me by your name with armie… they get horny while rehearsing their lines and armie fucks reader in their hotel room, reader rides armie

6.

pairing: tom welling x male reader

request: i was wondering if U can write young!tom welling x male reader where reader is a famous actor as well and him and tom are hooking up secretly. in an interview, reader makes a joke about brad pitt being his celeb crush and tom gets super mad and when reader goes to see him tom punishes him very rough and degrading until he can’t even walk

7.

pairing: bill skarsgård x male reader

request: If you’re taking request, can you please make a top Bill Skarsgård x bttm reader smut where Bill has an affair with the reader and he performs oral sex which leads to them fucking in the suspended congress position

8.

pairing: thomas doherty x male reader

request: thomas doherty telling his tired black!reader bf to ride him while he takes an important phone call and whenever he stopped thomas mutes the phone to spank him

9.

pairing: chace crawford x male reader

request: Chace crawford and reader have sex in a dressing room during a break in the filming of a movie they are going to make together

10.

pairing: thomas doherty x male reader x milo manheim

request: Could I request a dom top Thomas Doherty threesome with bottom male reader and Dom top whatever male celebrity you choose reader and Thomas are married and it's Thomas's birthday and reader wakes him up with a b****** in bed and Thomas using the Readers mouth until he cums and then Reader dressed in a sexy outfit they talked about having a threesome reader invites male celebrity friend of Thomas and then Thomas watches as the reader start to worshiping and giving a blowjob to the male celebrity you choose and both just f****** reader filling him up all day into the night taking turns double penetration spit roasting cum kink daddy kink calling reader a good little slut with fluff at the end with them all just cuddling in bed if that's okay

11.

pairing: montgomery de la cruz x male reader x winston williams

request: Hello was wondering if you could write a Monty x winston x male reader smut threesome with Monty resting out a cabin in the woods for his boyfriends they are both from 13 reasons why btw

12.

pairing: jake and rich x male reader x malik delgaty

request: I would love to see these characters in combination with Body Worshipping, Armpit, Scent, Dom/Sub, Double Penetration, and Spit; in addition to those, you can add whatever you Like.

13.

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes x male reader x thor odinson x peter parker

request: Steve rogers,Bucky Barnes, Thor, and Peter Parker tag teaming magical fem boy male reader avenger until he gets filled up with all their cum all night long; which leads to reader being knock up with quadruples through magic with each one being the father for a different child.😂😂😂

14.

pairing: harry potter x male reader

request: Harry Potter (Daniel radicliffe with his current buff self) ditching Ginny and marrying the hot American fem boy reader wizard with the big booty, which he meets at the ministry of magic; due to the male reader working as a foreign correspondent for the magical government in America. Which leads to Harry pounding his tight fat butt till the reader gets pregnant through magic for their honeymoon. Harry never returns to magical britian or talks to past friends because he is enjoying his time with his sexy fem boy and growing family.

15.

pairing: megumi fushiguro x male reader x gojo satoru

request: cuck!Megumi (+18, obviously) who loves watching his twink boyfriend get fucked by other men. This time it's his teacher's turn, Satoru (again). could you make it mention that y/n was previously fucked by toji, nanami, yuji, toge and even naoya? Megumi is happy to have another video for his collection.

16.

pairing: xolo maridueña x male reader

request: could you write a fic with them being boyfriends and xolo and reader find a secret spot near a waterfall and it lead to them having g teh whole day swimming and and later in the afternoon noon they are having sex:)

17.

pairing: noah centineo x male reader

request: Can I request a dom top Noah centineo and a big booty bottom male reader reader and Noah are dating and comes back from filming a movie catches the reader walking around naked and shows him down onto the kitchen table and just starts eating the reader out and reader cums without touching himself then they go to the bedroom and the reader just starts worshiping Noah's delicious muscular hairy body and Noah grabs reader by the hair and just starts face fucking him till he comes and then flips the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking him rough and hard with the reader screaming Daddy until Noah breaks the bed and cums fills the reader up and then them cuddling after and joking about how they have to buy another bed again if that's okay please and thank you

18.

pairing: jacob elordi x male reader x tom holland

request: I'm a manwhore for Jacob Elordi and Tom Holland being possessive over male reader whenever he talks to another guy whether he's just being friendly in general and the two of them just fuck and tease male reader whenever they get a chance and male reader calling them daddy(btw love your work!)

19.

pairing: winx club guys x male reader

request: Hey! I have an idea! Could you write scenarios with the Winx Club guys (animated) using the weekdays? You as their whore.

20.

pairing: terry mcginnis x male reader

request: Write something with Terry McGinnis (Batman Beyond)? I think he is sooo hot. He comes home late after fighting crime and finds his boyfriend sleeping naked, so he eats his ass until he wakes up and then fucks him. With aftercare, please!!

21.

pairing: hyo-jong x male reader

request: e'dawn where they make their first sextape. reader is very shy and he's not very sure about this, but hyo-jong (dawn's real name), who is very excited about this, comforts him and tells him that everything will be fine. since reader is still nervous, hyo-jong comes to the conclusion that he should fuck him until he is completely dumb.

22.

pairing: joe burrow x male reader

request: Heyyy! I love the stuff you write!! Could you write a Joe burrow x male reader smut?? I’ve been obsessed with this man. I don’t have a plot, but maybe after a game?? Thank you so much!!

23.

pairing: robby keene x male reader

request: maybe reader beats him in like a fight or something idk and robby has to remind him his place and whos really in control cus reader gets tooo cocky

[jakescaravel]

The Caravel (Series)

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Part 3

Pairing: Jake x reader

Word count: 7,274

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, pirate life 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️, stealing, mentions of blood, swords, fingering, kissing, handjob, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (Make sure to read the A/N!!!) MDNI!!! 18+

A/N: Heyyy! I know it's been a while since the last chapter but make sure you go read that one first. If you have, please consider listening to this playlist that I have carefully calculated for this specific chapter. The songs ARE in a particular order, and of course if listening to music while reading isn’t your thing, that’s totally okay ⚔️ Without further ado….

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Jake's POV

The teeth chattering temperatures of the calm morning sea wake you from your slumber. You roll out of your hammock, rubbing your eyes harshly. The ship is quiet, the only noise that can be heard are those of the light waves crashing against it. This is how it usually is, you being the first to rise in the morning. 

When you make your way to the deck you see the sun peeking up just over the horizon, casting the ocean in a beautiful orange glow. The light blue sky in contrast to the darkness below the deck blinds you for a moment and you shield your eyes downward to look at the wood deck.

And there she is, still asleep huddled in your blanket. Maybe it’s wrong to watch her sleep like this, but she just looks so peaceful. Like all of the world's problems have just melted away because she’s safe here with you.

Before you can think better of it, your legs begin to carry you towards her and when you get closer you can hear her peaceful snoring, it nearly breaks your heart in two. You listen for a moment, a sound sweeter than music, one you’ll likely commit to memory. Your hand reaches out to touch her shoulder, shaking her as gently as you can muster. She stirs for a moment but doesn’t wake up. 

All of a sudden a hand on your shoulder is pulling you back. Startled, you turn to see Crawford, an older man aboard ship who used to be friends with your father. He’s watched you grow from a little boy.

“Let her sleep, lad. She had a rough night, dreadfully cold it was. M’sure it was a lot warmer below deck eh?” He offers you a comforting smile but his words still cut deep.

“Have I been a fool?”

He chuckles under his breath and walks away, leaving you next to her, alone with regretful thoughts.

-

The ship pulls into a small town, one you’ve traveled to before. The Captain had decided his crew needed a break, maybe more so himself but regardless, today was to be a day of festivities. 

“So where are we again?” She sits next to you as the anchor is lowered.

“Somewhere far far away. It doesn’t really matter.”

“So you don’t know?” She laughs poking your side.

“Hmm maybe.” Your cheeks warm watching her look at you with that sweet smile.

Your attention is pulled away as the crew makes its way off board, getting a few suspicious looks from the townspeople. You lead her off the ship, walking through the town. She seems to be delightfully distracted, eyes darting this way and that, surveying anything and everything. You spot a little stand that an old woman stands behind. Her array of jewelry catches your eye.

“Ooooo.” She sighs, gesturing to the same stand.

 

You walk up to the stand and let your eyes rake over the array of shiny silver. A particular silver hoop catches your eye so you pick it up, inspecting it in your hands.

 

“Oh that’s a lovely one dear, good choice good choice.” The old lady smiles at the two of you.

“It is nice.” You answer by tightening your fist around the jewelry, turning to grab y/n’s arm leading the two of you away from the stand.

“Hey!!” The old woman calls. “You have to pay for that young man.”

You turn back cooly and take your time walking back over.

“My apologies ma’am. Y/n?” You say turning to her as she blushes under your gaze.

“Yes?” She speaks softly.

“Which of these would you like?” You ask, pointing to the jeweled necklaces. She points shyly at a necklace with a diamond pendant, easily the most expensive choice.

“Ah a magnificent choice, good girl.” You grab the necklace in one swift move, guiding her a second time to abandon the stand.

The lady yells again, threatening to call her husband on you. You turn to her and cut your eyes, letting a hand drift over the length of your sword. You pull on it just so that a little piece of silver pokes out and her face falls. She backs away from the stand showing you her two hands held up in surrender. You return your attention to your girl who has grabbed hold of your arm, hugging herself to you as she giggles.

You hold out the necklace to her and offer to place it around her neck. She stops walking and turns so that you can fasten it behind her. 

“Wow this is gorgeous, thank you Jake.”

“Anything for you m’lady. Here help me with mine.” You extend your hand and uncover the silver hoop. She takes it and you turn your head, showing her your ear. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, focusing as she faces the hoop in your ears.

“How do I look?”

 

“Like a pirate.” She giggles, the warmth of her laughter sending butterflies to your stomach.

You lead her down an alleyway and come across a little shop filled with clothes. Jackets, shirts, pants, belts, you name it. You walk inside and look at the array of hats on shelves and vests hanging up. She leaves your side to wander the store and you do the same. A particular leather hat catches your eye, one with a single black feather poking out of the top.

You pick it up and continue around the store, grabbing other items that speak to you and holding them loosely in your hands. You find her looking at an assortment of leather bags and you grab her hand, holding on tightly. She looks at you with confusion for a moment. 

“Come on, we’re leaving.” You grab her hand tightly, ignoring her confused expression. 

You pull her through the store making your way towards the exit. Once you reach the outside air you make a run for it, pulling her alongside with you. The old man runs outside, yelling and screaming, but you don’t turn back, you just keep on running. Once you’ve made it around a few corners you both stop to catch your breath. She looks up at you with a warm smile on her face. She shakes her head laughing to herself and you can’t help but smile. 

She steps closer to you and takes the hat from your hands, placing it on your head. She steps back to look at you and her cheeks blush the prettiest pink. 

-

Her POV

After Jake went back on the ship to change into his new clothes, he calls for you from over the edge of the bow.

“Alright you can come up now!”

You walk up the dock to meet where he stands. 

Wow. He looks good.

“How do I look?”

You take a second, trying to plan your words so you don’t stumble over them like a blubbering idiot. “As beautiful as ever.”

-

Jake's POV

After exploring the town for the better part of a few hours, the sun is setting and the once busy town starts to lull. There was a pub you and the crew had visited the last time you were here. You want to take her there but you can’t seem to remember where it is. 

You wander down streets and alleys, picking up a thoughtless conversation with her, you can’t help how easy it is to fall into this comfortability. You round a corner and see a sign that seems familiar, deciding to trust your gut, you make your way down the street. There's a sloped hill that you can maybe place so you walk down the hill which leads you two to a little door hidden with shrubbery. The faintest noise can be heard from outside. Mostly the sound of people talking and yelling, but mostly, the sound of music.

You open the door and the sound jumps out at you. She looks hesitant to go inside but she takes your hand as you step into the bustling room. 

The first person you notice is your Captain, along with the rest of the crew, strewn about the bars and tables, drunkenly dancing and singing.

 

The small pub is extremely loud and crowded, filled with young men dancing with beautiful women, and some old grizzles up bastards watching. A small band plays in the back, filling the room with life. There's a young man with a fiddle, one with a banjo, and another with a washboard.

You place your hand on her waist, gently leading her deeper into the room. You can tell she’s nervous. The place is mostly populated with men and the energy must be somewhat new to her you think. And ahhhh music, something you've music greatly, you can already feel it pulling you into a state.

Captain James Calico waits by the bar shouting loudly upon noticing your arrival. “Ahhh my boy! Son of The Great Captain Thomas Kiszka!” You can tell by his drawn out words that he’s already had a fair amount to drink. It’s always fun to see your Captain let loose like this, you hide the smile that creeps up into your face.

The pub erupts in cheer and smiles, almost all eyes turning toward the two of you. You feel her slightly cower behind her, but with one comforting push, she’s walking closer alongside you. It’s not uncommon for people to know of your father like this, people turning their heads at the mere mention of the name. It also makes sense that people would know of him in a pub like this, one tucked away catering towards a very specific type of folk. It soothes you to know his legacy has lived on, perhaps frightening at times knowing people expect you to have your own some day, but nonetheless the attention is usually welcomed. 

You say your hellos and greetings to the people around you, mostly your crew, but you aren’t unaware of the filthy men eyeing her. It makes your blood boil, the way they think that can just eye fuck what’s yours, without any consequences. Part of you thinks about drawing your sword, showing them they can’t undress your woman with their eyes and get away with it. It brings you sinister joy to imagine spilling some of their blood onto the cool wood floors below you, but that wouldn’t be your smartest move. She notices them too, and glues herself to your side, basking her feelings of safety with you, you hope.

“Hello sir, two pints please.” You say grabbing two seats at the bar. 

“Aye.” The man behind the bar turns and you rustle through your pockets to produce a few coins. You turn to see her looking around, surveying the crowd carefully. 

What is she thinking?

She fidgets with the hem of her dress for a moment, not looking up at you. You place a single hand on her leg, asking her with actions what's wrong.

“I’ve never drank alcohol before. My dad wouldn’t let me.” She whispers, hands pulling at the fabric one more. 

“That’s alright, would you like to try it? It’s really fun, you know.” You wiggle your eyebrows hoping to make her laugh, to hear that sweet sound again. She smiles weekly and thinks for a moment. 

“Yeah I think I will...” She shrugs as the two glasses, filled to the rim, are placed in front of you. Her eyes widen and you chuckle slightly.

You take one of them and hand her the other, noticing the way the cup looks almost too large in her small hands. 

You laugh, “one sip at a time, cheers!” You click glasses with her and take a large swig, emptying a quarter of the glass. 

She watches you with a surprised laugh and takes a small sip, contorting her face and putting the glass back down on the counter. 

“It burns!”

“Yeah it does that sometimes.” 

Her POV

The drink tastes bitter and burns your throat. Jake laughs when you scrunch your face up in disgust. It’s not all bad, it does have a nice way of warming you, almost calming you instantly. The after taste is a little strange however.

In one swift move, you watch as Jake down the rest of the glass, slamming the empty mug loudly on the table. Your mouth drops in shock and he chuckles while wiping his mouth and ordering another. You look down at your nearly full glass and take another small sip, the liquid burning once more. He’s watching you intently and purely by the need to make him proud, you shut your eyes and suck it up, taking a big sip, emptying a significant portion of the glass. 

Jake cheers as you turn to a fit of coughing. A little bit of the rum drips down your lips and onto your white dress. You frantically put the bottle down and rush to try and clean up the mess.

Well I guess there's no use.

He shrugs alongside you. “You’ve got a little something there.” Jake brings his hand to your lips, wiping away the remaining drops of the amber liquid. His hand lingers for just a second before it's over and his hand is back in his lap, a smug smile on his face. Your cheeks warm and you look down shyly. Jake’s second drink comes and he starts guzzling it down.

“Woah Jake way to pace yourself!” You laugh but he simply says, “I’ve been doing this since I was a wee lad, don't bother me one bit.”

After a few minutes, your glass is almost empty and Jake has started on his third. It's a weird feeling, almost looser and more relaxed like you weigh no more than a feather, ready to float up with a singular gust of wind.

Thinking back now, you can't seem to remember why you were ever sad about this new life. This is what life is worth. People and places, things and excitement, maybe something that’s normal for most people but certainly something you’ve been robbed of you now realize. You’re really truly living, and you’ve never met anyone like Jake, anyone you had felt this way about. 

Just as you're taking a sip from your drink, an older man pushes past you, spilling even more of it onto you. The tension is the room shifts and Jake stands up, talking with a way too calm stern voice.

“Hey.” He pushes his chair back loudly and the small pub grows silent, the band even stops playing.

“She is a god-damn lady and you treat her like one, apologize.”

“I don’t give a damn about your common wench, now get out of my way boy.”

Jake’s jaw tightens, and you mentally prepare yourself for his next words. Captain Calico stands from his seat at the end of the bar, ready to put an end to the fighting, but Jake walks up to the man. They stand in front of each other, Jake being almost a full foot shorter, but there's no doubt he could beat him in a fight. He could beat anyone in a fight, well almost anyone. 

The man behind the bar watches closely and finally speaks up. “Do you know who that is? That’s the son of Captain Thomas Kiszka. Show a little respect or get outta me tavern.” 

The man cuts his eyes at Jake before slowly backing out of the small door. The people sound go back to their conversations and Jake sits back down placing his hand on your thigh. Your eyes dart to where his hand rests, unable to focus on his words.

“Sorry about him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He offers you a kind smile which you easily return. 

“It’s no big deal! We’re here to have fun right?” You say, surprising yourself at how easily your mood can shift back. 

“Yeah we are.” He grins, showing you his perfect smile. 

The band starts playing a faster song and Jake’s eyes light up. “Hey I know this song! He leaps up and grabs your hand leading you to the middle of the room where other people dance and sing. You laugh as you stumble over.

“Jake, I can't dance!”

“Oh neither can I, that's the point!”

He looks down at his feet as if he's willing them to move and he starts to move them to the music, looking up at you with a goofy smile. There's a break in the song and Jake cups his hands around his mouth yelling into the room along with the other drunken pirates.

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

Early in the morning!

He links his arm in yours, dancing in a circle following along with the other men and women. Jake wears the proudest smile you’ve ever seen, like he’s never had as much fun in his life, and you haven’t either. You let yourself laugh with him and dance, feeling the effects of the alcohol heavily in the way your body moves. The people sing again, Jake’s booming voice being heard over everyone else's.

Way hay and up she rises

Way hay and up she rises

Way hay and up she rises

Early in the morning!

He looks at you and giggles as he switches arms, twirling you in the other direction. The rest of the song goes on, each verse surprising you more than the last but sending you laughing into Jake’s arms either way (Shave his belly with a rusty razor, then; Put him in a longboat till he's sober, Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, ect).

Jake puts his arms on either shoulder and with a proud smirk informs you, “this next line is my favorite.”

He takes a deep breath and belts the words, singing so much louder than everyone else that some heads turn, mostly girls laughing at him.

“Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Early in the morning!”

You both laugh together and his face lights up with a sudden realization. “Wait, come here I want to show you something!” You tilt your head in confusion, but he just grabs your hand leading you to where the live band plays at the back of the room. 

He walks up to the fiddle player just as the song comes to an end. He removes his hat, placing it over his heart, thanking him with sincerity for the song. He whispers something you can’t hear and the man stands up offering Jake his seat. Jake sits down with an excited smile as he is handed the banjo. 

Oh no he’s about to make such a fool out of himself. At least he’ll look cute doing it.

He positions himself, finding a more comfortable position and his hands go to work on the strings, producing a beautiful bright melody that somehow seems to speak to you in a way you can’t quite understand. The room quiets as people turn their heads to see who’s playing the song. Even Captain Calico looks surprised which is nowhere near what you feel. Jake looks at you with a soft smile as his fingers dance gracefully over the strings. He doesn’t even have to look at his playing in his drunken state. The rest of the band comes in matching the cheery beat. He finishes the song beaming at you and you can’t help the smile that paints your face. He thanks the man and hands him back the instrument as he stands to meet you again. 

“Jake, that was beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He blushes. “That’s something I’ve been thinking about doing for a bit now, I’ve just been playing with it in my head, but it sounded really pretty didn’t it?” He asks, seeming like he really wants to hear your approval, and it melts your heart. 

“Yes, it was beautiful. Do you mean that’s the first time you’ve played it?! It was perfect. There’s no instruments on board… how did you just do that?? I didn’t even know you could play!”

His smile grows bigger. “Yeah I was just thinking about it and then I played it! I think it turned out pretty good.”

“It was amazing. What’s it about?”

“Oh that's a secret, you'll know one day though. I'm gonna write lyrics to it too.” 

“Okay.” Your cheeks blush as he stares at you, his eyes sparking.

You both make your way back to your seats at the bar deciding to order one last drink. You share this one with him over a few more songs being played and over the course of that time, the Captain says his goodbyes, leading the rest of the crew out of the tavern.

“Where are they going?”

“Uhhh.” He chuckles for a second, sounding nervous. “Probably off to find another party… well another type of party…” 

Oh ok I think I understand…

You dismiss the comment and return your focus to the music just as the first notes of a slow tune ring out. The fiddle strings drawing out into a dark dangerous sound. Feeling the alcohol making your decisions for you, you stand up holding out your hand for Jake to grab.

You walk him to the floor and place your hands on his shoulders, just like you had seen so many other people do. He places his hands on your waist, his strong grasp making you feel weak underneath him. His face shifts, almost like he looks…shy and he looks at you like you're the only girl in the entire world. You just stare at each other, slowly swaying back and forth, letting your bodies do the talking. Somewhere halfway through the song, you find your body melting into his, becoming one as he holds you. The last notes of the song play out and he pulls back looking at your face.

His hand comes up to your cheek and he softly pulls your face closer to his. He leans down as his grip on your waist tightens, holding you steady as he presses his soft lips into yours. You let your eyes close and you grab hold of his neck, equally pulling him in to meet you. You can feel your heart beating in your ears, in a second place as well as he dips you, deepening the kiss in the process. You part your lips and he slips his tongue past them, curling into your mouth. You match him kissing him deeply, humming into his lips. 

He pushes his hips into yours, grinding slowly and you feel him hard against you, making you feel fluttery and tingly. A small whine passes your lips and into his and he rolls his hips against yours. 

He pulls away and rasps in your ear, “come on let’s go.”

Before you can think, he’s pulling you by the hand to the door and out of the pub. You manage to get out, “where are we going?” But he doesn’t answer. He walks fast with purpose and you have no choice but to follow. He stops in his tracks causing you to crash into him. He pulls you into him, connecting your lips once again, the swiftness of the action making your head spin. He breaks away again and asks, “Do you trust me?”

You answer before even thinking, “yes.” and you realize that you do indeed trust him, with your life. You’d let him drag you across the ocean if he wanted, into the depths of the sea if it meant he followed, and so you continue to follow him, wherever he’s taking you. After turning corners and winding roads, you see the ship coming into view. Before you know it, you’re walking up the steps and onto the hull. 

“Nobody should be back for hours, we have the whole ship to ourselves.” He smiles, taking a step closer.

Oh…

You had maybe thought this was where this was going and now the confirmation makes you feel like leaning over the side of the ship to empty your guts. But as soon as he steps closer and cups your cheek with his hand, all that feeling melts away and it’s just him and those sweet beautiful eyes. You gaze into them, watching as they darkest with lust, reigniting that fire within you. Feeling bold, you pull his face to yours, kissing him with more fervor as he rolls his hips into yours again, this time with a small thrust that bucks your hips up to meet his. His hands wrap around your body, lifting you off the ground. You laugh and squeal as he twirls you around, the excitement inside you building. 

“Let’s go to my room.” You nod and allow him to lead you down the deck. You get to the bottom and see the familiar door to Captain Calico's room. He turns to the door on the left and opens it, revealing a room with a hammock to the side and a small table next to it. It’s a little bit smaller than the Captain's room but it’s a lot cleaner and simpler. You smile to yourself looking around, taking in the fact that this is where Jake lives, the thought making you feel all warm inside.

He lets you look around for a moment before crashing his lips back into yours, tasting the lingering rum on your breath and you his. You let your hands roam around on his chest, running them up and down through the opened buttons. He shivers at your cool touch and lets his hands grasp lightly at your chest beneath your dress. He begins to walk you backward until your back reaches the wall, pressed flush against it. 

You look behind you for a second, being met with the damp wood, you look back to see his face only inches from yours. You’re breathing quickens, feeling suddenly trapped. He takes a step back and reaches towards your hand. “Are you okay y/n?” He searches your face with genuine concert and you take a deep breath.

“I’m alright, i’ve just never done this before is all.” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed. He grins, squeezing your hand a little. 

“This is your first time?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll...” he trails off, not sure how to go about asking this question, “do you know what it is?” 

You can't help but laugh. You place your hands on his shoulders, “yes I know what it is Jake. My friend did it once, told me all about it… I’ve just never… done it.”

“Oh okay.” He smiles again, laughing alongside you. “Do you want to…”

“Yes I do. I’m just... a little bit nervous, I don’t know what it’ll feel like.” You admit feeling stupid and small, but he takes your hand and kisses it softly, taking another step closer.

“I can go really slow okay? I’ll take you through the whole thing, does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“You just have to trust me, can you do that?”

“Okay I can do that.” Your lips curl into a smile and he places a single kiss to your lips.

“What do you think your friend would say about you losing your virginity to a pirate?” He smirks and you blush, casting your eyes to the floor.

“I don’t know, she might be a bit jealous if she ever saw you.”

He chuckles. “Can I kiss you y/n?”

You nod and he connects his lips to yours, pressing his body against yours bracing his hands on the wall behind you. This time he kisses you with purpose, his hands finding your hips and sliding them under to lift up your dress. You gasp slightly when his hand grazes the cloth of your panties.

He smirks, meeting your eyes and kissing your neck, sucking in the soft skin. He gently pulls your panties down to your ankles, helping you to step out of them. He unbuttons the remaining buttons on his shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders.

You stare at him feeling your mouth watering at the sight of his bare smooth chest. “Should I uh.. take this off too?” You ask, pointing to your dress.

“Whatever you feel comfortable with.” He smiles.

“Okay.” You smile, unbuttoning the buttons in the front and sliding off the dress. His eyes widen as he takes you in, looking practically taken aback although you can tell he tries to hide it. You offer him an innocent smile, feeling a little exposed, but still somehow… comfortable.

His fingertips touch your stomach, running them up to meet your breast. He cups it in his hand, massaging it lightly.

“You’re art.” He says softly, looking up at you as his face lowers, bringing his mouth to the other one. He attaches his lips, rolling the soft bud around until it hardens as he sucks it in.

This feels different…

He groans around you, the sound vibrating your chest, the sound of him traveling to your core creating a desirable ache. He pops his mouth off, moving to kiss the skin around it before trailing his hand up to pinch the other one, pulling a whine from your lips.

He breaks away and his hand moves from your breast down the length of your body. You both look down to where his hand dips between your legs. A shiver runs down your spine as he pushes a single finger through your wet folds, dipping it down to collect the pooling moisture at your entrance. It feels like a warm tingling taking over your whole body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, all you can think about is how you want more of it, want it to swallow you up until there's nothing left. 

He looks up at your face to see it contorted in pleasure, your lips slightly parted. He brings his finger up to your clit circling it once as a breathy moan escapes you.

“You sound so sweet.”

A hum is all you can manage and you close your eyes letting yourself feel every movement. He pressed his finger in, adding a little bit of pressure as you melt into the wall, sliding down before he catches you with his other arm. He holds you there as he continues to touch you, every second building up the buzzing pleasure. 

“How does it feel?” He whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear.

“Good, so so good.” You whine, grabbing his wrist, willing him to go faster. He smirks and grants you your wish. His name falls from your lips, coming out high pitched and uneven. “Look at you, you already know what you want, that’s my girl.”

Yes. His girl. You like the way that rolls off his tongue, the way it makes you feel. It’s him that’s here with you, him making you feel this way, his fingers pressing against you so right.

“I like making you feel good.” He whispers, voice dripping with desperation. You nod, lips parted as your breaths become sporadic.

He brings his finger lower and sinks it in, curling it upwards causing your eyes rip open, body bucking up off the wall into his arms with a loud moan and curse.

“Ohh.. fuckkk.” You whimper, pushing yourself further onto his fingers, wishing to feel him even deeper. 

“Yeah you like that?” He asks, smirking once more.

“Yeah… feels… good.” You sigh, unable to fully concentrate on your words, just the way you feel and the sweet velvet of his voice flowing through your ears. 

He drags his finger out and adds another before sliding them both in to hit you even deeper. You let out a moan, filling the small room likely to be heard by any passerbys, but It’s hard to care at this moment. He pulls his fingers out and you mourn the loss of them, opening your eyes, ready to protest. His hand fiddles with his trousers, struggling to pull them down as he chokes out, “I think you’re ready.”

Your cheeks flash with warmth as he slides his pants off his body, exposing his hardened cock. It’s bigger than you expected, having never seen one before. It's pinker than you imagined and softer looking. Your mouth waters at just the sight of it, feeling like you’ve never wanted something more in your entire life. 

He grabs it, pumping the length of it a few times through his closed fist, letting out a shaky groan. Somehow that simple action turns your brain to mush and all you can think about is touching him, feeling the soft skin and weight in your hand, being the one to make him make all those sweet sounds. Before you can stop yourself, your hand is darting out, searching for him.

Fuck I’m such an idiot. 

His grin widens, showing you all his teeth, “Yeah? You wanna feel how hard you make me?”

You smile, thanking the gods that he didn’t think that was weird. He takes your hand, guiding it over his length. Just feeling it on your hand ignites something within you, a need you hadn’t felt before. One that’s overpowering, one that makes you forget about everything that’s ever happened. You push his hand away, taking him fully in yours, pumping up and down, desperate to make him feel as good as he did you.

It feels heavier that you expected, and warmer. It’s almost pretty really, and you like the way it looks in your hand. He sucks in a breath through his gritted teeth, shutting his eyes tight.

“Easy, slow down a bit, and don’t grab it so hard.”

“Oh.” You say, feeling embarrassed, “sorry.”

You move to take your hand away but he catches you. “No! It's okay, don't apologize. You’re already a natural but it’s okay to need a little help. See it's like this.'' He explains, guiding his hand over yours again, showing you how to gently drag it up and down. He removes it hand again and you repeat the action, watching his eyes roll back in his head and his lips part. A prideful smile spreads across your face when he moans again, seeming lost in your touch.

“Like that?” You ask innocently, watching his head nod, unable to form words.

He grabs your hand once more stilling your movements, “I can’t wait another second, I need you y/n.”

“I need you too, Jake.” 

And with that he wraps his arm under one of your legs, bringing it to your chest and pulling it to the side exposing you to him. He runs the tip of is cock through your folds, pushing it against your swollen clit. He brings it down to your entrance just teasing it before swiping it back up.

“You’re so wet.” He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. You tilt your face, kissing him as he slides into you just a little before pulling back out. It stings a little and you suck in a breath. 

“Hey it’s alright, I’ll slow down okay?”

“No it’s okay, do it, I wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself a little deeper, going slowly, careful not to hurt you. His thumb finds your clit as pulls out to push in a little deeper. You clutch his wrist as he slides in all the way nudging as far in as he can go. He lets out a breath matching your gasp of pleasure. It stings ever so slightly, but the fullness of it… it’s delicious, and that paired with his feather light touch over your clit feels like heaven.

“Fuck fuck... you feel so good wrapped around me, how does it feel?” He asks, looking up to your eyes struggling to find his own words.

“I don’t know, it... It stings a little, but feels.” Before you can finish your sentence, he pulls out and pushes back into you, hitting you even deeper. You let out a moan and sigh a quiet “fuck”.

“Do that again, please please, keep going.” 

His brows knit up in pleasure with every sugar coated push into your sweet cunt. He leans forward to kiss your neck as he pushes into you, sliding to the very back of your walls, feeling you flutter around him. He starts a rhythm of pulling back and angling his hips to go up, hitting your g spot with every thrust while his thumb still circles your clit. 

It starts to feel like a slow rumbling in the distance, growing louder with every move. The pleasure is so good you hope it will never stop. You hope it can pull you under letting you become a part of it. 

Jake takes your other leg hiking it up so that you’re spread open pressing against the wall. You shriek and giggle a little when he almost drops you but he doesn't thankfully. He picks up the pace a little, hitting you deep with every push. His breathing picks up to match yours, panting slightly as he works you.

“I think I’m close, Jake.” You moan into his ear, feeling suddenly like you could snap.

“Me too, just hold on another minute.” He pants, brows furrowed as he concentrates on holding you up while driving his hips into you, a little harder now.

You push your head against the wall, feeling your body start to tingle everywhere, from the tips of your toes to your thighs to your arms. All it takes is one more thrust, hitting you hard and deep and you’re coming undone, shaking and moaning his name while he holds you steady, continuing to fuck you through it.

The world around you dissolves until you can barely hear him, feeling like you’re in your own world with the blinding white hot pleasure that overtakes you. His voice feels faint in the background but you can just make out the words.

“That’s it baby, yeah just like that, I’ve got you don’t worry… fuck, you look so hot.”

It feels like you’re losing control of your body as your stomach muscles twitch, causing you to jerk up over his cock. It seems like no end is in sight, you moan and and your legs shake as you clutch onto him. You open your eyes to see him looking at you with an enamored expression, like you’re the most fantastic thing he’s ever set his eyes on, and you feel like maybe you are.

You can feel yourself coating him as your body still jerks and twitches, starting to lose momentum, coming down. You steady yourself, trying to catch your breath. You let him hold all of your weight as you lay limp in his arms, not having the strength to move anymore.

“There you are.” He hums, smiling when your gaze meets his again. “You look so pretty when you cum, I’m… so close, baby.” He chokes out, sounding almost in pain.

“Do it, I wanna see you cum.” You whisper, your small confession sounding out of you with surprising ease. You can tell it shocks him too when his eyes brighten and he lets out a shaky groan.

You can feel him twitch deep inside you and at the last second, he quickly puts your feet back on the ground and pulls out just in time to shoot his cum over your stomach and tits, painting you with the white ropes. He stills for a moment, a particularly drawn out whine producing from his sweet mouth which you promise to commit to memory. He holds himself in his hand, eyes still closed as he pumps the remaining cum out that dribbles over his swollen cock. 

His chest rises and falls with every breath as he comes back to earth to meet you and you take the opportunity to step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again. He kisses you back for a moment, the two of you just existing with each other before he pulls away, meeting your eyes again.

“That was so amazing.”

“I know. That was unlike anything I've ever experienced Jake. Thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine I can assure you.”

Just as the words leave his lips you hear voices in the background, laughing and cheering. Then, the sound of boots walking up the ramp to the ship. He looks panicked for a second causing you to panic yourself.

“What is it?”

“No no It's okay, it's just the crew. Here let me help you.” He grabs a cloth from the nightstand and brings it up to your chest, cleaning you up. You pull your clothes from the floor putting them back on as Jake does the same. He finishes putting on his own clothes and steps towards you. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just didn’t want anyone to catch us naked.” You both laugh together as he takes your hand. “Should we go to bed?”

Is he gonna make me sleep above deck?

“Down here this time, in my hammock.” He says motioning behind him. “I’m sorry I didn’t offer before, I was- I don’t know.” He looks down feeling guilty and you take his chin in your hands, pulling his face up to meet yours.

“It’s okay Jake, I forgive you.” He smiles, warming your heart. 

Jake's POV

The two of you settle into the hammock, finding it to be a bit of a tight squeeze. Her head rests on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around her. It feels so right like this, having her finally so close to you especially after what just happened.

 

She looks like an angel.

Her hair gently tickles your face and your arm starts to fall asleep under her weight but you don’t dare move. Her breathing evens out as she settles and you try to match hers, breathing in with every inhale and out with every exhale. 

Everything in this moment is so perfect but there’s one thing you can’t shake from your head. If we get caught…

“I have to tell you something.” You whisper, trying your best not to startle her. 

“Yes?” She asks, looking up at you with sleepy eyes.

 

God she looks so perfect.

“We can’t get caught like this.” She nods her head slightly, dismissing the topic.

“No. We really cannot get caught.”

“Why?”

Fuck here goes nothing.

“If anyone sees us together… the Captain won’t be happy, he won’t want this… I..” She sits up a little taller, tilting her head.

“But why?”

She doesn’t understand. Should I just lie to her? The crew has already started rumors about us.. this is dangerous.

“Because I don’t know what they would do y/n…”

“What? Like make me walk the plank?” She laughs.

“Maybe.” Her face drops and so does your heart. It hurts to have to tell her this but she has to understand the severity of the situation.

Just as the words leave your lips you hear footsteps outside. The crew is making their way below deck to their own quarters after they’re partying.

Shit shit.

You press your finger to her lips, silencing her as the men walk by. You mouth the words, “they can't find out.” And then in perfect almost comedic timing…

KNOCK KNOCK -

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Part 4

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[deanwinchesterswitch]

April 2023 Fic Rec List

Well, it seems like April was the month for drabbles and ficlets. Not only for my writing but my reading as well. Half of these gems are delicious little nuggets.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

That Simple-Part 9 ~ @avanatural. Author's Series Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

~MCU~

Hello Spring Day 2 ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: After 3 years living in hiding, you came face to face with a ghost. That ghost is looking for answers.

One Night of Love ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~RPF~

Anytime ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Karl Urban x Reader)

Chace You Down ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N travels with her new boss, Jensen Ackles, to Hawaii for the Sony Open golf tournament and gets more than a little distracted by a new acquaintance. (Chace Crawford x Reader)

First Steps ~ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. Author's Summary: None (Chris Evans x Reader)

No Title ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Jensen Ackles x Reader)

You Might Fall In Love ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: I didn’t even want to go to the party, but my agent insisted. What I didn’t know was that I was walking into fate and walking away with way more than industry connections… {Sebastian Stan x Me (You? It’s first person but still Y/N)}

~Supernatural~

The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship ~ @there-must-be-a-lock. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Good Morning ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: You share a shower room with the boys, so this was bound to happen at some point…

Love-Blind Haze ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x unnamed female)

Magdalena ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: The Mark of Cain has Dean doubting even his own thoughts, but there’s one place he can go for a moment of peace, one person who can take away the pain… even for one night.

Muffled ~ @hoboal87. Author's Summary: Dean wants you to be quiet. (Ficlet)

The Night Shift ~ @stusbunker. Author's Summary: Dean could use a distraction, luckily a few stores are still open. Benny helps him find more than he was looking for.

No Title ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

No Title ~ @lipstickandwhiskey. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @lipstickandwhiskey. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, reader pronouns: she/her)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, Reader)

Part-time Soulmate ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x unnamed female)

Sweetart ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: After being let in on their secret, Dean has a few more questions for Y/N and Sam, and a deep desire to give it a go himself…

That Look ~ @kazsrm67. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Under My Skin ~ @sofreddie. Author's Summary: Dean calls you for help on a case. But when things go sideways, true feelings surface.

wish you were here ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Falling & Failing ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x unnamed female)

Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest of Our Lives ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Being stood up isn’t always a bad thing. (Rooster x Fem!Reader)

About Last Night-Part 5-No One’s In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Jake can’t comprehend why Ryleigh’s so willing to help him - frustrations and mistrust cause an eruption that may cost them their friendship. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) ‘Rodeo’)

Too Late-Part 6-No One's In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake regrets the things he did and didn’t do. Is he too late to make it right? (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) 'Rodeo’)

Fairytale Ending-Part 7-No One’s In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Ryleigh and Jake have an opportunity to make things right. Will it be a fairytale ending or not? (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) 'Rodeo’)

On AO3

~Crossovers~

Who’s lost now?-Chapters 2 and 3 ~ @glygriffe. Author’s Summary: Dean Winchester is a little lost going back to school and starting a new life in the big city. The Doctor tries to heal thru humanity now that his best friends are not traveling with him anymore, and takes a job at a university. When they meet each other, it may be just two lost souls colliding. But maybe it is the start of a friendship they both need.

~Supernatural~

Honestly ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: The standard Dean Winchester way of letting her down gently doesn’t quite go as he expects. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~The Boys~

Old Habits ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: The morning after an intense night before has a promising start, but it goes south when he reacts like he always has.  And you’re done with his shit. (Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader)    

On Patreon

~Supernatural~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Captives of the Court-Chapters Three-Eleven ~ Series Summary: Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 14-16 ~ Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man.  A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

[s3r-en-d1p-ity]

mornings w/ kian would include...

have a lil writers block for my Harrison imagine so while I think of ideas for that, here's something small

you wake up before him always

you’ll try and go back to sleep but there’s no use so you snuggle into him and wait until he wakes up

after a while, you’ll grow bored and start poking his cheek

depending on the day, he’ll either slap your hand away or a smile will grow on his face

on a good day, he’ll smile and pull you on top of him and kiss all over your face

on a bad day, he’ll push your hand down and grumble

“go back to sleep, y/n.”

“but Kiki, it’s 11 and i’m bored!”

when you don’t leave him alone, he’ll start tickling you until you’re begging him to stop and he’s cackling from your suffering

you’ll pout and scoot away from him, going to the bathroom to start getting ready.

about 10 minutes later he’ll come up behind you in the mirror and kiss your cheeks until you forgive him

oh... but some days, he’ll wake up sick

you’ll snuggle up to him but notice that he’s breathing through his mouth

he never does that, so you check his forehead and it is hot

you don’t want to wake him up, but you know you should

“kiki? you’ve got a fever, are you feeling ok?”

he’ll sniff and groan a little, but on the inside he’s cheering a little because you’re very affectionate when he’s sick

but that happiness goes away when you give him that nasty cough syrup

“y/n, i swear to god, don’t make me drink that-”

“open wide, kiki!”

[halsteadssneakylink]

character list

everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise

if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask

the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)

the boys

frenchie

mothers milk

billy butcher

starlight (annie january)

kimiko

bridgerton

simon basset

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

kathani sharma

chicago fire

kelly severide

stella kidd

matt casey

sylvie brett

brian “otis” zvonecek

leslie shay

peter mills

chicago med

connor rhodes

will halstead

ethan choi

maggie lockwood

april sexton

chicago pd

jay halstead

erin lindsay

hailey upton

kevin atwater

adam ruzek

antonio dawson

eternals

thena

ikarus

ajak

kingo

gilgamesh

full house

jesse katsopolis

greys anatomy

meredith grey

christina yang

jackson avery

derek shepherd

addison montgomery

mark sloane

lexi grey

callie torres

hawaii five-0

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

chin ho kelly

kono kalakaua

adam noshimuri

kickin it

jack brewer

jerry martinez

kim crawford

mcu

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

bruce banner

bucky barnes

sam wilson

wanda maximoff

stephen strange

t’challa

loki

yelena belova

carol danvers (pre & post powers)

mission impossible

ethan hunt

ilsa faust

benji dunn

august walker

narnia

peter pevensie

susan pevensie

edmund pevensie

caspian

outer banks

john b

jj

pope

sarah cameron

topper

rafe

the punisher

frank castle

billy russo

dinah madani

scandal

olivia pope

fitzgerald grant

abby whelan

harrison wright

shadow and bone

alina starkov

aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)

kaz brekker

nina zenik

jesper fahey

inej gafa

matthias

genya

star trek (aos)

james tiberius “jim” kirk

leonard “bones” mccoy

s’chn t’gai spock

nyota uhura

montgomery scott

hikaru sulu

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

dad!bobby singer x child!reader

demon!dean

soulless!sam

svu

olivia benson

rafael barba

nick amaro

dominick “sonny” carisi

to all the boys

lara jean

john ambrose

peter kavinsky

margot

christine

trevor

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

nick “goose” bradshaw

tom “iceman” kazansky

charlotte blackwood

penny benjamin

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

javy “coyote” machado

natasha “phoenix” trace

robert “bob” floyd

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

rpf

ben barnes

chris evans

glen powell

jared padalecki

jensen ackles

karl urban

leo howard

noah centineo

oscar issac

scarlett johansson

sebastian stan

sophia bush

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LITTLE DARK AGE — Bode Leone x Reader x Fire Country? [October Prompts] 🧡

A/N: It’s still early into the new season but there’s always potential for me to write more for reckless bode lol. This was a quick write tbh because it definitely could have been longer but I’ve barely had time to write so for those of you who like the spooks, I hope you enjoy this one! Yet this is more of a platonic love (because those are important too!) along with the rest of the characters from fire country hence the question mark lol. + mentions of a character from Chicago Med because why not? Have a safe, fun, and happy Halloween ghoulies 🧡🥳!!!!!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: GENERAL PLOTS — SURVIVING SUMMER CAMP | possibilities: our muses survived a terrifying serial killing at camp as teens and now as adults we've returned to pay our respects for the nth anniversary. only for us to find that there's a copy cat killer. or maybe one of our muses is a journalist teen actor and the other a survivor.

WARNINGS: slight language + small references to what happened but nothing graphic for the soft Halloween lovers🤞🏽

<- Read my previous October anthology prompt here.

𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

The summer of 2006 at Camp Goulcrest has been described as one of the most horrific crimes that has ever taken place in Hadleigh, California. What was supposed to be an enjoyable time for young teens to spend their summer with other fellow teens…they would soon experience an unforgettable terror as their precious lives became targets to Hadleigh’s first and only known serial killer.

“I’ve just never expected anything so tragic to happen in a town like this.” Sixty-Three year old, Mary Dixie says with her clasped hands pressed to her mouth before speaking again, “My twin grandsons were supposed to attend that same camp next summer and now this happens? Those poor kids who lost their lives, their families, and oh for heaven’s sake, those young survivors!” She gasps while the camera zooms in on her face, as if she thinking about it for the first time, “I can’t even imagine what they’ve went through and will continue to go through. Although Edgewater—where those kids are from—isn’t that far from us, This has also affected the community of Hadleigh and our deepest sympathies are always with them. It feels as if god is telling us that the dark age is near. I’m glad they caught the bastard but may god be with us all!”

𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

Attempting to keep up and not have your ankles roll as you’re being dragged along by the collar, the last trip on a branch irks your nerves just enough for you to snap up at the dark haired man who has his paws on you, “If this is how you treat a lady, then I see why you’re still single.”

He stops in his tracks to glare down at you, “I see you still have a mouth on you.”

You grin up at him, making sure it’s full of sarcasm until the slowly heated exchange is interrupted.

“Hey, Luke! What’re you doing?” The familiar voice catches both of your attention, turning to see Vince Leone making his way over with his wife, Sharon right in tow.

Now those were much better faces to look at!

Luke only pulls on the collar of your jacket some more but that doesn’t stop you from trying to yank yourself from his grasp. “I found this one lurking about fifty yards away in the trees. That tells me everything that I need to know.”

“Oh? Does it?” You mock.

Sharon snickers while Vince tightens his stare at you as he says your name, “…what’re you doing out here kid?”

“I’m back in town and thought taking a stroll to the one place that handed me a nice portion of trauma, would be a good idea.” You state while Vince scoffs and Luke rolls his eyes, never finding your antics to be amusing like everyone else.

Luke huffs, “We’re never going to get a straight answer out of them. Which is exactly why I’ve called it in, one of the cops will take you in since the sheriff will be expecting you.”

“Wait, what?” Sharon questions, “You can’t just go around speculating things, Luke. That’s what gets your ass in trouble all the time.”

The man frowns, knowing that was a jab and thought they were all past that.

“What other explanation would there be?” Luke quizzes, “This old abandoned camp, where the most gruesome murders took place, which they were involved in, along with your son, my nephew, happened eighteen years ago—

Vince holds his hands up, “We don’t need a history lesson, Luke. And I’m sure they don’t either.”

“…im just saying,” Luke sighs, “it’s suspicious that this place almost burned down and yet I find the one person, who has the closest connection to it, just lingering in the woods.”

You’re looking down at your nails, wondering where you could find a good nail shop…definitely not in Hadleigh’s small ghost town, that’s for sure! You only just got here two hours ago, spending majority of the time at the diner where the vanilla milkshake was giving cream sickle instead and the chicken and dumplings had extra seasoning of flies.

It took you a minute to bite the bullet to even get out to this camp but it’s not like Luke Leone bothered to hear any of that.

“Well who do you think called it in, Mr. Know it all?” You piped up, “Yeah that’s right, me! I watched the cabins go up in flames because that’s where it started before it spread.”

Luke glances at his big brother and sister-in-law.

“I think you can let go of them now,” Vince encourages but Luke still hesitates.

You pluck Luke’s wrist, making him focus back on you with a sneer. “That’s Ferragamo you’re messing up and I know you would hate to see the bill.”

“How humble of you.” Luke mutters with another roll of his eyes, “Is it sustainable?” He picks as he finally lets you go with a fling of his wrist.

Fixing your jacket yourself you sigh, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll ask my auntie for you and see what she says, oh wait…she hates you too.”

That struck a nerve because the next thing you know, Luke is ready to put his finger in your smug face but Sharon steps in, shoving his wrist right back to his side, sending him a stern look before turning back to you. She takes one look at you before slipping an arm across your shoulders and leads you back to where the rest of the firefighters are just about finishing the clean up.

“It’s good to see you,” Sharon starts, always having this nurturing energy about her, “Just didn’t expect it to be like this. You know this is going to be a lot of shit now.”

You cover up a yawn before tilting your head towards the blunt haired woman with a lazy smile, “When isn’t it, Mrs. Leone?”

Equally she sends you a small smile, in an attempt to be comforting. For as long as you known the woman, she was pretty good at reading people. If your mother had lived long enough and didn’t have two older sisters who would do just about anything for you, you were certain that she would have made Sharon your god-mother instead. Plus Sharon lived for the celeb gossip and was always rooting for you, not just in the limelight either.

She turns you by the forearms while Vince is having a hushed conversation—well somewhat—since Luke has definitely raised his voice and is pointing at you, while Vince is caressing at his facial hair in frustration.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” Sharon takes her eyes off the two as well, “You’re gonna go with the cops and cooperate because you have nothing to hide. Vince and I will meet you there.”

You nod, not surprised that the older woman didn’t bother to hear much else of your story. Sharon had the upmost respect and trust in you still, even though you both couldn’t recall what year was the last time you visited Edgewater. All you remembered was it was sometime in the fall where your aunties put together this big event at their Victorian cottage and that always got the people talking.

“Promise not to tell my aunties?”

Sharon laughed, “And stress those highly spiritual ladies out over nothing?! I wouldn’t dare and leave that all up to you, girlfriend!”

“Thanks, Mrs. Sharon.”

“Course.” Sharon squeezes your shoulders, “Now try not to make much of a scene since Bode, Jake, and Eve all realize it’s you that I’m talking to.”

A crooked smile spreads over your lips while a throat clears. You turn to see a burly cop waiting for you with one hand on his waistband.

“Where the hell did they find you?” You ask, sizing him up just as the man states your first and last name.

He doesn’t bother answering your question and does a twirl with his finger, “Hands behind your back.”

Sharon begins, “Is that really necessary? They’re not gonna run—

Just as Sharon says this, you jerk to the right of the cop who was probably Samoan—if you had to guess—who easily follows your movements and latches onto your wrist. Playfully smiling up at him with your hands raised you say, “You’re fast, Mr…Mahuta.” You read off his chest, “Play any sports before becoming one with the law?”

Officer Mahuta glances at Sharon to see if you were in fact being so causal about this or it was just in his head. He was also new to the town, been here for six months and he heard some things about you along with your family but once he heard that you were back in town, he didn’t mind being the one in charge of bringing you in.

His sister was a fan.

“Uh yeah, Rugby back in New Zealand for about seven years.” He grins at you, honored that you kind of figured it out without him saying anything.

He even loosens his grip on your wrist, leaving you to clasp them behind yourself while winking at Sharon, who shakes her head at you.

“Oooh, New Zealand huh?” You continue the conversation as Officer Mahuta starts to cuff you, “I originally auditioned for a show that was supposed to film out there but the project got scrapped.”

Officer Mahuta begins leading you away by the elbow, “It’s the most serene place to be with the highest quality of life.”

“Yeah? So the pictures don’t do it any justice? Why leave and come to stinky Edgewater? was it a woman? Or man? Or person?” You quiz as you soon feel more eyes on you the more you get closer to the rest of the firefighters.

Officer Mahuta tells you about his wife and how they both made the decision to come back to help her ill parent. It took a turn for the worse so they ended up staying here much longer and found out they were expecting their own bundle of joy soon. It was nice to hear that some people still found blessings in disguise.

“Superstar?” Jake calls out to you, making you zone back and glance to your right where he stood with Eve.

Kicking that slight dissociation to the side you send a grin his way, “Guess who’s back?”

Eve mutters from Jake’s left, “It ain’t slim shady, that’s for sure.”

You laugh before your eyes shift further to see Bode making his way to stand beside Jake.

“Now what did you go and get yourself into?”

Is the first thing that slips out of Bode’s mouth.

You scoff, “Ask your unc, you know how obsessed he is with me and my whole family. Now that I’m here for who knows how long, it’s going to be marathon for him…because you know I’m about to give him hell.”

Bode side eyes the direction of where his Uncle Luke is, who’s now on the phone but his eyes are sharp on you as Officer Mahuta paused to let you converse with your old friends. His hand is raised in confusion, silently wondering why you’re getting special treatment but again his arm is shoved down but by his brother this time.

“I don’t doubt that.” Bode comments as Officer Mahuta lightly starts to steer you away at the widen stare Luke is sending him some feet away, “Let’s just hope it’s not you going to three rock this time.”

You snort, “Oh, I’m going to make them all look crazy for doing this, believe me. It’s going to be even more satisfying when I make Luke eat shit…so if you’re all not busy, would you care to meet up for breakfast or something tomorrow?”

Eve glances at the two men to her right and shrug, “As long as we’re not bombarded with your fans.”

“Don’t forget, apparently I’m not the only star here. At least in this town.” You tell as Officer Mahuta actually gets you moving again, per Luke’s visual request.

A equal shudder passes over the three but Bode is the one that answers redirecting it back to catching up and not the fact that they’re all standing on the grounds of the one place they tried to shove to their back of their minds, “Yeah. We’ll be there.”

“Great.” You state as you allow Officer Mahuta to lead you away into the night.

𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Bode asks from across you.

You lift your cheek from your balled up knuckles, “I’m just trying to figure out, when you decided you wanted to look like your damn grandad?”

Eve and Jake share a snicker, just as the waitress slides over your herbal tea. You thank her verbally and with your eyes before latching onto the mug then meeting Bode’s shining dark teal eyes.

“What? You’re not a fan of the new look?” Bode quizzes, while watching you barely blow on the tea before sipping at the liquid.

It was a thing, you not caring about how hot the food is temperature or spicy wise, you would dive in. Jake often joked that your aunties better watch out since their relative might just be a demon but they all knew you had a phobia of fire. Which is why it didn’t make sense for Luke to accuse you of setting fire to the old camp that required Cal Fire to come out and assist on. Sure you had motive, just as the rest of the three but you got snippy, ready to show your burn marks to the cops who interrogated you until the sheriff came back (to take over) from a quick ran he had to make.

It was obvious the old cops wanted to keep you here for the night and you might as well have, since you didn’t get released until one in the morning!

“You need to give your dad his mustache back. As for the new chop? Reminds me of how curly your hair used to be back in the day, now that? Was a look.” You informed, making Bode laugh lightly before biting into his bagel.

Eve whispers from beside you after obnoxiously slurping on her smoothie, “Careful now…”

Jake also chimes in after bumping the blond’s shoulder, “Bode can’t help it if the curls always got the girls.”

Playfully gagging, earned you some napkins being tossed your way by the man himself. You soon watch the expression on his face turn serious, which immediately, being that friend, makes you use your elbow as leverage to twist your body against the booth to see what changed this demeanor of Bode’s.

“Can you not be so obvious?” Bode gruffs, which makes Eve almost want to turn too but she figures it out once Jake mouths what she was thinking.

The table goes quiet as the dark haired woman heads to the counter, saying that she’s picking up an order. With one hand on her phone, she slowly turns towards the table you’re all seated at and waves with a smile.

“Hey, Gabi.” Jake calls over his shoulder.

Eve also smiles back at her, “Morning, Gabs!”

Her eyes flick to Bode and then you, but turns her attention back to the guy behind the counter who hands her a bag. She makes her way by the table but not without throwing in a, “Bode, hi.”

“Um, hey, hi.” Bode stumbles which makes you raise a brow.

Reaching over Eve you hold out your hand to introduce yourself, “So you’re thee Gabi I’ve seen and heard little about. I’m…old friend of these three rascals.”

Gabby places her hand in yours to lightly shake, “Uh…yeah, I’m familiar with some of your work. How did you hear about me, exactly?”

“Jake’s Instagram!” You admit, “Just to learn you two are not together anymore.”

Gabriela awkwardly glanced at Jake who shakes his head at you in annoyance, “Don’t mind them, they just say whatever comes to mind.”

“Y’all are acting like I said something horrible.” You place your hands on your chest with wide eyes, “Is it not a fact?”

“It is,” Eve verified, “Just not the first thing you need to bombard her with, given that you’re just meeting, so early in the morning.”

Gabi stretches a smile over her lips, “It’s not a big deal. Things just didn’t work out, as some relationships don’t, right?”

You hum and sip at your tea.

“Well…It was nice meeting you.” Gabi bids her farewell, “I’ll see you guys later.” She sends another glance at Bode who presses his lips together at her before leaving.

Meeting everyone’s eyes again you demand, “Okay…out with it. What was that?”

“What was what?” Bode lifts his shoulders, ready to bite back into the half of his bagel but you slap it back down onto his plate.

Mocking him with a lift of your shoulders you say, “That whole lingering look between you two. What’s the story?”

Jake rolls his neck around, while Eve points between the two.

“So are you two going to tell them, or shall I be the one to do it?”

“It doesn’t even really matter.” Jake exasperates, while Bode appears to be more interested in his breakfast than meeting your eyes.

Your brows raise, “I call bullshit. I’ve known all of you since forever and may have been living a different life in Chicago and wherever else I’m expected to be but please don’t think I’m dumb.”

Jake meets Bode’s eyes while Eve decides to tell you. You were all friends and it didn’t need to be a secret.

“Jake and Gabi used to be in a relationship as you know, and we’re actually engaged. Then that was broken up by Bode and Gabi becoming an unofficial thing—mind you this was all happening while Bode was serving his time in three rock. THEN Bode pushed her away and Gabi got involved with a paramedic dude named Diego, which led to them getting engaged pretty fast. That wedding didn’t happen either because Bode and Gabi keep going back and forth with their feelings for each other. Oh! And also Jake and Cara, you remember Cara Maisonette? Were in a relationship for a while and due to her untimely passing, rest in peace! Jake is now raising her daughter, Gen, Genevieve who was potentially Bode’s but she actually might be Rick Stengler’s.” Eve gave you the run down, while you pointed mentally connecting the dots as she talked as if you were Adele in that one livestream.

Sitting back against the booth you blink back and forth between the two men, “…what kind of soap opera shit is this?”

Jake points his fork at the short haired woman on your right, “Notice how Eve didn’t air out any of her business?”

“That’s because I’m clean from the drama baby!” Eve whoops with her fist raised up in the air.

Sipping at your herbal tea once more you say, to the two across from you, “The tabloids would have a field day with you two.”

“Thank god we didn’t go Hollywood, we’ll leave that all to you, superstar.” Jake lifts his own mug up at you, as he uses your nickname.

Bode clears his throat, deciding to ask, “Enough about our crap, what’s up with you in that department? Are you and the foot? Doctor guy still a thing?”

“He wasn’t a foot doctor.” Eve scrunches up her nose.

Bode is confused, “I could have sworn—

“Uh, He’s a pharmacist?” Jake affirms so matter of factly, “And it’s John, right?”

Laughing at your friends you say, “you’re all wrong. The only thing Jake got right was his name. He’s a resident in Pediatric emergency medicine.”

“That’s a mouth full.” Eve comments as she pops some grapes into her mouth.

“Tell me about it.” You nudge Eve who raises her brows at you while you smirk.

“Ew, alright! It’s too early for that kind of talk, shut up.” Jake cringes while you just laugh.

Stretching your arms above your head you exhale, “That’s unfortunately over with after four years. He tried to say it was to focus more on his career but he and I both know he didn’t want that kind of spotlight put back on him.”

“That’s right, he was on that one show when he was a kid right?” Jake snaps his finger.

You nod.

Bode apprised, “That’s his loss, he had to have known what he was getting himself into.”

“Sure,” you shrug, “People change their minds all the time though, which is scary. We all know I’m also not the most easiest to deal with either so…I have no choice but to respect it.”

Eve nods, “yeah maybe…but if you love someone enough and the relationship is healthy then you put the work in to keep it going strong. That’s just how I see it.”

“I never liked him anyway, not that we’ve been around him much.” Jake adds with his mouth full, which makes you scoff with a roll of your eyes, “His face was too perfect and you can’t trust that.”

Oh brother!

Bode even pretends to think about it too.

“I’ve missed you guys,” you let out sigh resting your hand in the center of the table reaching out, which is shortly followed by Eve placing her hand right on top of yours.

“Are we really about to do a whole hand huddle right now?” Bode inquired after Jake stacks his right on top of Eve’s.

Jake scoffs, “Don’t act like you don’t miss this on the baseball field.”

“…Never really thought about it.”

“Really?” You quiz.

“Yeah, there’s always been too much going on to really think about what went on before.” Bode speaks, “…At least some things.”

Which definitely meant he was hinting at Riley.

You nod in understanding, “I get that.”

Bode searches your face in that moment before slowly placing his hand on top of Jake’s.

You let the ball drop, “Which is why…I’m going back to the camp tonight since it’s the anniversary today.”

“What?!” Eve peered at you sideways.

“I knew there was a catch,” Jake grumbled, taking his hand back, “Buttering us up just to throw something crazy on us.”

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m not forcing any of you to come with me. It’s been eighteen years and i was drawn there for a reason—

“Yeah it’s call unresolved trauma.” Eve answers, “I think there’s been more than enough signs to stay away from that Goulcrest. I even bet that the sheriff told you to say away from there too.”

“…I cannot confirm or deny.” You rest your elbows against the table, sticking your nose up into the air.

Eve groans with her hands thrown back up in the air, pleading with her eyes as she looks at Jake and Bode to be the voice of reason.

“It’s mostly about paying my respects.” You try to justify.

Bode blinks as he leans a bit over the table, “You shouldn’t be out there alone, especially when that place is being investigated on arson and they thought you had something to do with it.”

“Mostly Luke, since he couldn’t blame it on my aunties…but give it time.” You continue, “Clearly I’m not afraid to be out there on my own and I’ll do it again.”

Jake hisses, “That’s your problem. You don’t know when to quit.”

“Hey, you’ve guys have been here for years and not once did any of you bring it up to me in our adulthood and that’s fine, we all deal with trauma differently. I got out as soon as I could, ran away from it but can any of us really sit here and say we got the closure from what happened?”

“…my closure is not ever mentioning it again.” Jake explains, now pushing his food around on his plate.

“Keep telling yourself that, you bury yourself into your work and are strictly by the book not being open to new ideas because of what exactly?” You round off, “Having control over things is better than not having control and where do you think that stems from, hm?”

Jake swallows the lump in his throat as he fires right back, “…how would you know? You haven’t been around.”

Chuckling to yourself humorlessly you respond, “I’ve heard more than enough just sitting here listening to you talk and it’s been over an hour. Whether you like it or not, I know my friends, no matter the distance.”

Eve comes in, “if you know us enough, then it should have been in your best interest to probably keep your little second venture to camp of horrors to yourself.”

Your tightened stare meets all three sets of eyes, “Wooooow, okay! And here I thought this was a safe space to not avoid shit because that’s what you’re all doing.”

“Did you or did you not just say that we all deal with trauma in different ways?” Eve tilts her head to the side.

“I did. But I also dont need for you all to look at me as if I’ve grown three heads for wanting to honor the victims…which most of us were too, if you forgot.”

Eve sucks in her cheeks at this, feeling as if that was a jab. She had been sent off to a hospital after breaking her collarbone during one of the activities. Just to come back to multiple bloody scenes that didn’t go away even when she closed her eyes.

“How could we?! We were kids. I’ve never been so depressed before in my life. You and Bode thought I was dead, I did almost die. I don’t think it’s a crime to try and move on and that’s no disrespect to those we lost.” Jake speaks, “I tried to play it off once recognizing the address before it was announced that it was camp Goulcrest because we had a job to do. All I wanted to do was turn that damn truck around and let it burn. Once I finally snapped out of it, I knew I had to live my life and that’s what we should all be doing. Not living in the fucked up past.”

The table goes quiet.

“The thing is…the limelight isn’t bright enough for me to live the life I need.” You say with a shaky breath, “So I’ll be at the camp tonight, no matter what anyone says or thinks.”

Bode’s seen that look in your eye plenty of times before so he knew you meant it, as you collected your things and excused yourself from the deli.

𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

Letting out a slow exhale, you stood inside what was once known as the rec hall. It didn’t experience as much damage as the cabins which completely burned down but the soot covered a good portion of it along with a hole in the wall that brought in the air that was ready for a season change. It smelled like smoke opposed to its old sap and dirt feel it used to have back then.

The ceramic wind chimes that you managed to loop around one of the lower beams, had you hugging yourself as you stared up at them afterwards. Your eyes felt like they wanted to burn remembering all the lives that were lost and you fought the urge to scratch at the burn that took up a good chunk of the side of your thigh. The more you stood in the rec hall, eyes scanning the end of the stairs, where your mind sizzled with the thought of the killer causing you harm in his off-putting mask.

A hand goes to your shoulder, a reflex was instant as you twisted the palm and pressed on their thumb, ready to break it.

“It’s just us!” Jake’s voice calls out, wincing and you immediately let go of him, “I called out to you a good five times but you seemed to be zoned out. Damn.”

“You don’t sneak up on people!”

“I wasn’t sneaking,” Jake shook of his hand, “How else did you want us to get your attention?”

“By not touching me?”

“Okay, relax you two.” Eve commands as she peers up and around the ceiling of this place, “we’re all okay.”

Which sounds like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

“…are we?” Bode asks, his voice projecting a good distance from you three.

That’s when all of you set your eyes on the blond, who’s standing by the fireplace that’s tucked into the back of the spacious hall.

You’re the first that moves over to Bode, seeing that he’s holding something between his two fingers. His eyes scan over your face once more, as you latch onto his wrist holding his arm in place as you peer at the card he’s holding.

The card read: THE FOOL which was a distant memory of the joker card that was always left at the scene of The Goulcrest killer’s crime.

“W-what is that?” Jake rasped, although you can sense that he already knew.

Eve whispered, “…is that blood?”

Bode calls out your name after you step back from him, moving around the hall in search of what could be another dead body.

“What is happening right now?” Eve is frantic as she watches you, seeing you stop in your tracks, hand going to pinch at your hairline in thought.

The chimes start to whip from the beams in a manner that is less than gentle. You’re overwhelmed, knowing that there had to be somebody here because who randomly leaves behind a card like that, which is highly connected to what happened years ago?

The Goulcrest killer tried to set you on fire as if the brutal attack before that wasn’t enough. You were his last target and the first to see the camp begin to burn in present day, there had to be a connection there.

It felt like being in a trance the longer you stared at the chimes that were supposed to honor the old camp members, although it was better to define it as trigger like because the harder they whipped against the wind, the more they started to sound like the bells that dangled from the killer’s mask.

Jake and Eve were already back by the door, ready to high tail it out of there once they got a good enough look at the bloody card Bode found. It was Bode who had to remind you that you weren’t alone, just like you had to do at fourteen watching him get tortured.

Telling him that you were there and wouldn’t leave him as you lay by the stairs with only a shattered ankle at the time.

“Hey,” his voice broke through the jingling of bells that did their best to occupy your mind.

Those same bells that commonly affected your sleeping patterns so much that no pill or drug could conquer it.

“It’s you and I, remember?” Bode said, now cradling your face, “And we can leave this time, okay?”

He’s patient but firm, letting you known that now you had the choice to get away from the dark. Bode didn’t think it was the best idea being here but he also didn’t think you should be here alone and he was right—which it wasn’t about—but there was now this high risk of there being a copy cat killer.

Something all of you didn’t deserve to see a repeat of.

So you allowed him to tuck you underneath his arm, leading you out of the old rec hall to where Jake and Eve stood by the doors of Eve’s car. Once they saw the two of you made it out, they did not hesitate to hop right into the car, which was already started.

“I’ll drive.” Bode tells you, awaiting for your keys, which you surprisingly didn’t fight him on as you slapped it into his palm.

Bode watches you as you get to the passenger side of your car and he glanced over at Jake who had his window down as Eve slowly starts to pull off, “I’ve called it into the county here but you know with a smaller town like this, they probably won’t jump right on it.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

“Hey,” Jake calls out to Bode, who glanced at the brown skinned man over his shoulder, “…you didn’t take the card, did you?”

The look in Bode’s eye was enough of an answer to Jake, as he’s rolling his window back up.

𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

“You should tell your aunties you’re here.” Bode suggestions in one of the motel rooms you chose to stay in.

He’s been watching you pace the floor for awhile and even muted the reruns of Family feud, finding your shuffling to be more soothing than the slightly irritating sound of the trumpet instrumental that played on that fan favorite show.

Bode’s seen your episode before in prison about three years ago with your now ex-boyfriend, John right at your side. It was weird seeing someone you grew up with be surrounded by people you didn’t think they would mesh with.

You never really had the time to just be.

After what happened at camp and being seen by numerous of doctors and counselors, it seemed as if everything was expected to go back to normal. At least that’s what Bode tried to do when it came to his healing process, dived into baseball to get rid of what still lingered, got into relationships, got into drugs, the distance between you grew as you went out to Los Angeles full-time to pursue acting, lost his sister, dealt with his father hating him, robbed a store, and you all know the rest.

It was all anything but fucking normal so in a sense, Bode understood that it was more than just paying your respects on the anniversary, it was about seeing the darkness little by little, and finding your way out for good this time.

“So they can try to locate this new copy cat killer for us and attempt to vanquish them?”

None of you saw a body or stayed around long enough to find out but it was something that was mutually felt.

A smile appears on the corner of Bode’s lips as he sat in a nearby chair with his elbows digging into his knees, “…if you think that would help?”

“No, Bode! I don’t.” You finally plop down on the edge of the bed, being aware that he was just trying to lighten the mood.

It was no secret back in Edgewater that people thought your mom and aunties were witches. Your mother was always chasing after normal whereas your aunties had no problem living in their truth.

Soon Bode’s sitting beside you, elbows digging into his knees. “…if you need me, I’m here.”

“I won’t leave you either, Bo.” You flop back against the bed, “Definitely not now.”

Bode also moves to lay back against the bed beside you, “…Did you have plans to go back?”

“To what?” You sigh, “Being under a microscope? Being tugged this way and that way like a robot…although this was what I wanted.”

Bode hums, “Originally you wanted to be on broadway, which is still huge and I won’t ever discredit that, yet you’ve been on the big screen and plenty of streaming services. If John walked away for good in terms of acting, why not take time to decide if this is still what you want?”

“…when did you get so wise, old friend of mine?” You raise your hand so that your knuckles can bump each other’s.

Bode snorts, “I’ve had time on my hands.”

“Literally.”

“Smart ass.” Bode laughs, slipping his fingers through yours.

Squeezing Bode’s hand against yours, you close your eyes. “Just you and I, Bode Leone.”

And you feel him shuffle closer with his head resting against yours.

𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

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Hi!! So I'm not sure how tumblr works IM SORRY! but i wrote a FanFiction about Sam and Colby and many other youtubers and it kinda became a novel... so I've started posting it on wattpad! my friends managed to convince me to share it with the world as they are so engrosed in this story, they thought that you would all love it too! My first chapter is out now and ill post new chapters every week!

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My our time is now novel is almost 40 chapters deep… and for all of those who have read it like an actual book, I hope you’re enjoying it, I’ve had a couple of messages of people freaking out over twists and surprises and tonight’s chapter is going to rock your socks off! Insider: the gang takes over the UK! Thank you for all the continued support🖤 p.s., why can’t it be a 5 film series like the after films? WE WANNA SEE THIS BROUGHT TO LIFE!🤣