#new england larp

[inkylizard]

"my" tavern, finally with enough extra lighting that I could grab some decent shots.

[gigantic-spider]

Day 1 of Itchmas 2024

Following @ladytabletop's call for 12 Days of Itchmas 2024, I'm going to discuss The Bathhouse by Rei England.

I have unfortunately not played this LARP, but I found it incredibly impactful when designing the game that my friend and I submitted to the Golden Cobras this year. It's a game about intimacy that was released in 2020 when intimacy was so hard to come by. To play, you take on one of the 6 roles from the game (a combination of one member of a group of friends and the god they used to pretend to be as part of a game) and go take a bath together. Well not together together. See, you're all playing on a voice/video chat and taking a bath separately, but you're pretending that you're unpacking your past while bathing together in the titular bathhouse.

The fantasy that this game sells to me is being the kind of person who would go to a bathhouse with their friends. As a USian (derogatory), I was not brought up in a culture that sees that as a particularly normal thing, and I wish that weren't the case. There is something really titillating and almost taboo about the idea of taking a bath 'with' someone, like the mediating element of the voicechat gives it a particular thrill. Games like this that explore new ways of being with other people, whether in person or not, are extremely my shit and I'm always looking for things that play with my expectations of what's possible.

Unfortunately, as someone who hasn't played many LARPs, I do think I would have some difficulty with this. The prompts given for what to talk about with the other players, while poetic, don't give much direction for how to actually spend the 1.5 hours or so of the meat of gameplay. More experienced LARPers probably wouldn't have too much of a problem here, but I have a hard time imagining exactly what is supposed to happen in each section. That said, the game works almost exclusively on the level of having you take a bath with friends via voicechat. I don't think it needs much else.

[khensaptah]

In her newest WordPress post, @satsekhem writes:

"But the thing is, I am so fucking tired of recreating what might have been done in antiquity. Like, get it if that’s for you. But after more years than I care to admit to, I’ve been doing that and I’ve got to say there is only one reaction from me when I try nowadays [...]

Maybe, let’s not.

I know recreating was fulfilling for me once. But it has long lost its luster for me and I am left with nothing but tarnish now. So, it’s time to stop that shit before I fully give up all this due to the dissatisfaction. My gods seemingly do not want me to bid them a full throated goodbye after years of trying, so. It’s time for something new."

I don't know if I could relate more. I don't think that trying to follow a Kemetic Reconstructionist calendar works for me anymore; I don't know that purely Reconstructionist rites work for me either.

This is the big lesson I have gained from my adventures in Syncretic Crimes. The gods asked me to look at other directions - at druidry and Hellenistic polytheism - not because I was going there but because they knew I could find meaning in other formats and ways of honoring the Divine.

For the first part of my post-House period, my focus has been on making ma'at in the Seen world. My new adventure is to rework my connection to the mystical and Unseen in a way that honors the cycles of the seasons here in New England, not some far off place I may never see. The joy of building a new, more personalized cultus now that I don't have a community to celebrate with.

A lot of my struggle with returning to ritual has been mundane, but a greater part of it has been the question of... What is the point? Reconstructionist work without community, for me, has felt like LARPing. Like playing pretend. And because my spiritual trappings were so wrapped up in Reconstructionism, I felt wrong putting them on.

It felt really freeing to spend some time this week in prayer with my gods, and for Them to say it is okay to try new things, that just as They have grown and changed with the millennia, so can our practices. Being historically informed will always be important to me, but I am looking forward to building Kemetic Humanism, in a unique, 21st Century New Englanders way.

[macmorrighan]

The Furor Over Margaret Murray; or, What's Missing from Wicca?

It always amazes me how the detractors of the Wica like to holler and point to Murray's witch-cult hypothesis as the origins for the Wica/ "Wicca." The History Channel even argued that the origins of the Craft are in Murray's views. (Yet, none of the Wica's detractor's realize that religions change and evolve over time due to social and political pressures!) One shouldn't expect the Wica to resemble and singular religion from antiquity; not even Christianity resembles its historic roots!) Well, if Murray was the great, almighty antecedent for the Craft, then Gardner, Sybil Leek, Robert Cochrane and many others clearly didn't do a very good job replicating her views! (Yet, they all somehow fathomed the same idea as if the Wica was pre-destined to emerge from the Shadows of history!) After all, Gardner and Rosamund Sabine (one of the members of the New Forest Coven) had clearly read Murray's books, yet it left only a vestigial influence on the Craft at best.

What's more, I find it extremely ironic how the detractors of the Wica/ "Wicca" both in and outside the Craft (especially amongst academia) who like to give greater weight to dissimilarities between two ideas, arguments or streams of evidence--as opposed to any similarities between the two--hadn't noticed this!  

One wonders if they have even read Murray properly! Those who seem to be making the most ruckus obviously hadn't read Murray, though they very clearly should. In fact, I'm curious (by show of hands) as to how many Witches and Pagans have actually bought and read a copy of Murray's books, The Witch-Cult in Western Europe and The God of the Witches? 👋 (I'd have also mentioned, The Divine King in England, but even I can't find a copy of that book!) Where, for example, are the High Priest's blue bonnets as a headdress, which Murray was so sure about? There's a LOT of superfluous details within Murray hypothesis that could and should be a part of the Wica/ "Wicca" if Murray had been the influence upon the Craft we are expected to believe; but it isn't.

Therefore, we can no longer be accused of merely LARPing Murray's witch-cult under the pre-text of "religion."

I mean, I don't wanna' be "that guy," but... 😏 But the proverbial "smoking gun" is a letter angrily denouncing Gardner and his witch-cult by Murray, which is in keeping at the archives of Ithell Colquhoun held by the Tate Archives in London.

[kwaggysshardmindemporium]

Feel like rambling, and I haven't talked about LARPing on my Tumblr at all yet. I'd LOVE to gush about my character, but honestly, a lot of what I like about him plays off the setting, both the larger world the game takes place in and the actual in-game space that represents the one specific town we live in.

The LARP I go to is Witchwood in western Massachusetts. The game just celebrated its tenth year of operation at the first spring session of this year. I've been around in this game for 6, so most of its run. If you happen to live in New England, I promise you'll find precious few communities that are more fun and welcoming to be in and if you have ANY interest whatsoever in pretending to be a fantasy person out in the woods 4 times a year you should check it out. Obligatory link: witchwoodroleplaying.com

More below a page break because I have no idea how long this is gonna be but it sure ain't gonna be short.

So, this game has a lot of lore. I'm not going to detail all of it, just a decent surface dive.

The biggest concept is the six Realms. These are reasonably analogous to various planes of being in DnD, but there's exactly six instead of umpteen-million. Imagine a circle or sphere divided into six equal wedge segments, and that's roughly how the cosmos is arranged. The Realms are also heavily color coded.

Evren is basically the Material Plane from DnD and is the most straightforward comparison. It's where the player characters live. It's the realm of growth and REgrowth. Of new things. And the realm of things coming together. Of communities. This isn't unilaterally a good thing. Cliques and hostile factions are still communities, after all. It also contains the Witchwood Tree, for which the game is named. Go back to that circle cut into segments. The Witchwood Tree is a huge fuckoff tree that grows at the center point where the all touch. The tree has one root in each other realm. Yes it's similar to Yggdrasil. Magic of this realm generally takes the form of Druid abilities. Healing, poison, and the like. Evren's associated color is very bright, blinding white. It borders the realms of Reverie and Firmament. Its opposing realm is Void.

Reverie is the realm of thought. The mind. Dreams. Feelings. The things that form what you'd recognize as sapient. Reverie as a place shifts to meet the world's collective expectations of it. It's also the realm of fates and destinies. Of reputations. Everything the people of other realms firmly believe is heightened to the point of absurdity within Reverie, so among us players it has a somewhat deserved reputation as being "the funny realm." On the flipside, it also heightens our fears and darkest thoughts, to the point where the principal enemy that comes from here is Nightmares made manifest. Reverie magic is channeled through casters called Weavers, and in game terms is all about inflicting malicious status effects. Sleep, Silence, etc. Its color is green. It borders Evren and Umbra, and its opposing realm is Vigor.

Umbra is the realm of the spirit. Of the dead. What's left of something after it dies. The undead, both naturally occurring and created, come from Umbral power. It's also one of two places the people of Evren can go to when they die, being stripped of everything except their spirit, which is generally an imitation of what they were in life, with the details fading as people that remember them can no longer do so. Given that travel between realms is both doable and not even particularly hard, this means you can talk to your deceased loved ones if they go to Umbra pretty easily. This act also bolsters the strength of the spirits you talk to, preventing them from fading away for longer. But eventually everything falls away to nothing, lost to history. It's also where the stories of the realms resonate. Umbral magic is channeled through Mystics, and has a general damage focus centered around attacking the spirit, which particularly harms undead. The blunt Death spell is their signature. Umbra stuff is red, it borders Reverie and Void, and its opposing realm is Firmament.

Void is nothing. It's emptiness. It's teeming with strange life. It's everything. Void is, fundamentally, about two things: paradox and never having enough. Creatures of Void are defined by their hunger, ceaseless and unsatisfiable. The power of Void renders anything and everything possible, but using Voidic power is generally hazardous to the health of anything not of Void. This might all make Void sound evil. It's not. It's alien, and it's primal. It is so divorced from the understanding of you and I that trying to apply our morality to what goes on there is foolish. Voidic magic can be harnessed at great sacrifice by Voidmancers, but doing so usually carries insane social stigma and also curses you for life. (Player characters cannot be Voidmancers at character creation. They have to learn it in-game.) Void's color is purple, its neighboring realms are Umbra and Vigor, and its opposing realm is Evren.

Vigor is the realm of action, order, strength, and power. Vigor is almost mechanical in how it operates as a whole. Its beings are made in factories in bulk. Golems are other similar single-minded constructs that simply obey. It's also, curiously, the OTHER place you have the option of going when you die. Instead of your spirit playacting a simulation of who you used to be, all of that is obliterated in favor of repurposing your raw power to fuel Vigor's many forever wars. This option is considered favorable among people who wish for the end of their life to be the actual END. Smash cut to the credits. Vigorish magic can either manifest as martial ability and prowess, or be manipulated directly by runic magic, which simply efficiently recreates existing powers without iterating. Its color is blue, it borders Void and Firmament, and its opposing realm is Reverie.

Lastly going around the wheel, we have Firmament. Firmament is the realm of the elements: fire, water, air, and earth. It's also the source of mana, the raw essence required to do magic. It's denizens are either creatures typifying the element(s) they are associated with (phoenixes, drakes/dragons/imps of various elements etc.), as well as the fae courts constantly infighting over squabbles Evrish folk can never fully understand even as they get roped in on one side or the other. Firmament power is channeled through Wizards. Their color is yellow, they border Evren and Vigor, and their opposing realm is Umbra.

So that's what the cosmology of this place is like. I'll save the ramble about the actual place on the map the players live some other time.

[oswednesday]

wealthy new englanders love to camp larp i think we should kill them

[lettersfromtheashesgame]

What This Is

Letters From The Ashes is an Epistolary Roleplaying game played through the USPS.

The rough background is that around 200+ years ago something bad happened and society as we know it ceased to be. The characters are all leaders of isolated communities newly connected through the fairly recent Inter-Regional Courier System (IRCS), founded in-universe by a woman named Romena "Letters" Grisham.

The players are all friends of mine from around the New England LARP community (and my mom). It is played entirely through letters sent between players directly via the USPS, though I get a digital copy (photo or copy/paste) of all the mail sent so I can mediate and adjudicate. The players are all trying to wheel and deal with one another to get enough Resources to keep their communities functioning month to month. I send them these resources directly in varying amounts, ensuring that no one is self-sufficient, to require them to talk to each other.

The game is slated to take place over the course of 1 year, though I'm open to both a longer and a shorter game depending on what my players tell me.

Currently, I have 11 people playing, though I'm trying to increase that number to 13. I don't think I want to go much higher than that, but we'll see, I guess.

[gehenna-calling]

17-23 for whoever is on your mind currently :3

i’m playing her tomorrow and the next larp session is next week so let’s get some LYSSA BRAIN on!

(update: this ask took me so long to answer i have since left the larp! jesus christ)

17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?

she is not the type to cry easily; she has a pretty good grip on her outward emotions, and is very good at keeping her usual cheerful exterior up. however, there are some times where she can’t keep it bottled up any longer and the floodgates open - after the death of her close friend gordon and beloved clanmate allister, she cried almost constantly for a few days. got through a lot of bloodstained handkerchiefs there.

18. what dish brings back the best memories for them?

lyssa doesn’t really remember the taste of many foods she enjoyed when she was alive - it’s been so long since she last had them, and many are no longer made in anything like the same way. she does still sometimes prepare food, though, for her tea parties, and laying out a fancy spread of sandwiches with the crusts cut off is something that brings her a lot of joy. nobody has yet told her that her sandwiches are terrible. she can’t really tell when bread is stale any more and keeps ingredients around for far too long

19. what sparks genuine, unadulterated rage in them?

lyssa generally does not “do” anger. it’s an emotion she tends to sidestep and move on from. however, there are certain things that will set her up with a long-lasting grudge, and one of the key ones is taking advantage of someone she’d consider “vulnerable”. other malkavians, people who are similarly downtrodden/not as experienced in the world, she gets very protective of, and will be infuriated by anyone acting against them.

20. what attracts them to someone—platonically and/or romantically, anything counts.

in terms of interest, curiosity - she likes anyone who’s unusual to her, who she can learn new things from. especially people who are somewhat closed off or more of a challenge to approach - that’s part of the fun! when it comes to more long-term friendship/connections - she appreciates someone she can be open with, who she can rely on, but that’s a shrinking pool of people these days.

21. do they have an idea about how they’ll die? do you?

lyssa thinks about death a lot more often these days. she’s lost a lot of her close friends in the last year, and with the second inquisition looming over her domain there’s always the risk of a threat she can’t escape from - no wriggling out, no skipping town, do not pass go. there was a point when an si member infiltrated a camarilla meeting with a bomb and lyssa genuinely thought she would die, but since then things have been a little more hopeful - she’s still cautious, but she’s pretty sure the si won’t get her. that’ll be gehenna! ooc i have no idea where lyssa’s story ends. i’ve stopped playing her, and will need to figure out with the sts where her larp canon ends, but i think her “true” timeline (for me at least) will go somewhat differently.

22. how would they decorate their living space, if they had a chance?

lyssa does have the ability to decorate her own living space and by god it’s a nightmare. hoarder that she is, it’s less “decorated” and more “so full of stuff you can barely see the walls”. she has a very maximalist aesthetic (unsurprisingly) and very eclectic taste, so her clothes, furniture, etc are all from a multitude of different times and places. the more the merrier, and she likes collecting things with a history.

23. in what moment did they consider themselves to be “grown up”?

honestly a good question! lyssa’s mortal childhood is not something i have a lot of development on so far - i have a vague idea of what her upbringing was like (upper class regency england household), i know she has an older sister who she was quite close with. i feel like in that era the “coming of age” process was a lot more formalised, and she probably felt that a lot of her Adult status came from getting engaged and leaving her family to start her own household with her husband - something that was very much expected of her.

[pazodetrasalba]

burg•larp•roof

Dear Caroline:

Well, your LARP is definitely burglarproof now. I've tried the link and it doesn't give you access, but I believe I probably read it sometime, somewhere. Was this not a LARP based in a Hong Kong hotel?

This is a facet of yours, as rpg story-maker, that I would sure have loved to see live. Myself, our gaming community was too small to effectively try this out. My university town once (yes, only once) hosted a Vampire: The Masquerade live session, but I was no longer a student then.

And I am pretty confident I might have enjoyed it. In those times I was also for a time in an amateur theatre company, so I wasn't completely alien to acting out, even in front of a big number of people.

When I think of acting, and larping is a subset of that, I can't help but bring to mind the Puritans in 17th century London closing the theatres under the Cromwellian protectorate, and their generally negative attitude towards plays as 1) lying and 2) frivolous and corrupting. This is a frame of mind that they continued cultivating in your native New England, expanding it in generally to 'literature' and 'fiction'. I can feel some common ground with them in my deeply instinctual loathing of lying - even white lies-, but acting, like playing and fiction, does constitute an exception, as the framing clearly proclaims for all to see that we are in the realm of 'make believe', and we aren't really trying to commit the sin against the Holy Spirit of actually proclaiming The Thing That Is Not. And literary theory has waxed lyrically in many treatises about the virtues of fiction, and how even lies can sometimes tell the truth in a different and deeper way than plain facts.

Quote:

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.

Mark Twain

[inkylizard]

Faith symbols for Terres Rising. Top: Don’s, 3D printed and painted. Bottom, mine, assembled from stuff I had.

[operativesurprise]

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The Sustainable Collapse LARP follows the story of the inhabitants of this new world. That’s where you come in.

We need your help to keep telling this story. We’ve drafted a rulebook, written our lore (Check out our lore videos on our website!) and created dozens of cultures from around our world, Mirhanan. All that we need is you- People to join the Sustainable collapse community as backers to make this story a reality.

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[sparklyslug]

Plane tickets and hotel room are booked for a job interview, surely THEN they will realize I am just ten rabbits in a wrap dress and not an actual professional human they should hire

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Local LARPing group comes in with boffer weapons and starts talking about some LARP battle. Hunter ends up meeting up with them after work and teaching them a few moves.

He is an ABSOULUTE LEGEND in the New England Live Action Role Play community -- by reputation only.

@unniebeans @rfswitchart

Robin’s Roast! Hunter would make a song by the tip jar that says “Thanks a Latte!”

This is canon.

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

another example of people on twitter just saying shit.

“the Constitution is that of a contractual union, not a nation-state.” -- these aren’t mutually exclusive.

“Open borders are baked into the system” -- this is just simply false. we’ve had pretty restrictive immigration policies since our founding only “opening" very recently. by nature of america being relatively geographically isolated -- only sharing borders with a couple countries -- most immigration was tightly regulated through a handful of port cities.

“to larp as Roman aristocrats on sumptuous plantations” -- they definitely wanted to larp as romans but i don’t think plantations were a necessary part though common enough.

“The Revolution was started by tobacco planters wanting to avoid paying back debts to British merchants” -- again this is just false and no one worth taking seriously would believe this.

“The spirit of the founding involves extravagant tastes for fine wine and gourmet food” -- i mean i wouldn’t say this is wrong. there was definitely a lot of this. but there was also a lot of people who had simple tastes. these two attitudes can coexist.

“construction of palatial villas” -- fair

“running around with black women” -- sure this happened but i don’t really think it was so common as to be integral to the american spirit.

“posting political screeds and personal attacks behind pseudonyms” -- true, a tradition alive and well today.

“It does not involve Puritan ideology or compacts or religion - this was wholly incidental to the Revolution, an event entirely driven by the tobacco economy.” -- once again, simple false and kind of an absurd thing to say. while puritanism had basically become diffuse by the time of the revolution its influences didn’t just disappear. compacts were obviously integral to the american spirit considering our nation was built upon one. and religion was central to most americans, even if america was itself a secular nation. absurd to call a revolution that was centered in massachusetts and new england as a whole being only “incidentally“ influenced by puritanism. and very strange to say that it was driven by the tobacco economy instead. lmao. loyalist sentiment was most prevalent in the south.

“America was founded on greed and conquest, not a cringe ascetic cult that whipped people for celebrating Christmas” -- again, these aren’t mutually exclusive.

[pojkflata]

I can never thank my great grandmother who died when I was 2 enough for insisting on visiting our American relatives in the 50s. The way I see it she singlehandedly saved a New England family from becoming cringe. Some of them may have reacted to Sagan om Karl-Bertil Jonssons Julafton by naively stating that asking the rich to share with the less fortunate is better than stealing from them but that's better than viking LARPing any day of the week

[supernatural-jackles]

Owe You One - Part 5

Title: Owe You One - Something Old and New

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,371

Warnings: Minor Angst, Workplace Drama, Light Smut, Dry Humping, Fluff, Implied strained relationship.

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

Owe You One - Masterlist

Square Filled: Mechanic AU ( @spnfluffbingo)  Friends With Benefits ( @spndeanbingo ) Clothed Sex ( @spnkinkbingo)

A/N: Happy Tuesday! Here is part 5! I hope y’all enjoy this part! Please leave your thoughts in a reblog, reply or send me an ask! The reason I share is to get a response from you! Happy Reading! 

You let out the biggest yawn as you typed away on your work computer. It was just after one on a Tuesday afternoon, and you were more than ready for Friday to be here. You weren’t sure if you could handle another three days of the same boring work. You needed to find something new, instead of this fashion magazine crap. There was no way you were going to work her for the rest of your life.

 You finished up your last paragraph, saving the file before exiting. Charlie walked past your desk, giving you a wink before she entered the conference room right next to your desk. You were having an afternoon meeting in there to discuss how things were going, along with a bit of a late lunch. Since your floor was all women, getting off topic was a given. It was basically a gossip session in a professional setting.

 You put your computer on sleep mode, getting up from your chair. You decided to bring your sweater into the room, in case you got cold later on. Charlie had picked her usual seat at the end of the table so she could look at the boss directly. You always took the seat next to her, since she was one of your only friends in this place.

 As soon as you took your seat, the rest of the ladies piled into the room, taking their respective seats. Ruby took her seat next to you, and Meg beside her. Across the table, Bela and Lilith sat down. Your project leader Abaddon, walked in last with a platter of sandwiches from the diner down the road.

 “Ladies,” she greeted you as she placed the platter down on the table. “Welcome!”

 “I hope you got vegetarian,” Meg side-eyed her.

 “Of course I did,” Abaddon stated. “Let’s get the boring part of this meeting over-”

 “Please!” Charlie interrupted.

 “As I was saying. Asmodeus gave me the rundown in this morning's meeting about how things are going on our end. Right now, sales have improved by three percent, which isn’t terrible but it’s not what he is expecting out of us. Considering we cater towards women, he thinks we should be doing better. The guys on the floor below us are doing slightly better on their fishing magazine, let’s put it that way.”

 “Who the fuck wants to read a fishing magazine?” Lilith pointed out.

 “Exactly,” Abaddon replied. “Anyway, if we keep at the rate we’re going, odds are we are going to improve. We just need a couple of good hits and maybe a celebrity cameo cover story to sell and we should be on top. With Charlie on website duty, that reels in a whole other audience and we need to keep that up. I’m going to have Y/N do more articles to keep readers coming back. Ruby, I’m thinking of sending you out in the real world to grab some more perspective since you know how to talk to people. Lilith and Meg, you guys will continue working on graphics.”

 “What about Bela?” Charlie asked.

 “Well I'm actually leaving the company next week. I’m going back to England for a few months,” she smiled sadly. “I’ve got something to do back there.”

 “We’ll be sad to see you go,” Abaddon told her.

 “Yeah,” Ruby frowned.

 “Alright, I’ve given you the just of what you needed to know,” she said, taking a seat on the chair before grabbing a sandwich. “Gossip is now in session! Who is first?”

 “I started seeing this girl a few weeks ago,” Charlie started. “I met her in one of my weekends larping. She became one of the queen’s handmaidens in Moondoor and we just clicked instantly. I mean, I have never just clicked with someone like I have with her. She’s hot and not to mention, one of the best kisser’s like ever!”

 “I’m happy for you,” you smiled at her.

 “I’ll have to bring her around sometime. She’s amazing. I think y’all would really like her,” she beamed.

 “Look at her, she’s getting all blushy,” Abaddon teased her.

 “Shut up,” she scoffed. “I’m not!”

 “You are,” Ruby let out a laugh.

 “Someone else share,” Charlie stated.

 “Cas and I are talking about adopting a dog,” Meg shared. “Our schedules finally match up to the point where one of us would always be there. Our relationship is in a really good place and I think this would be as good a time as ever.”

 “For a second there, I thought you were going to say you’re adopting a child,” Ruby smirked.

 “No. Not yet,” she shook her head.

 “And to think, a year ago you thought Cas didn’t feel the same about you. Now look at you guys,” Lilth reminded everyone. “It’s only a matter of time before you guys get married!”

 “That’s still a long way off. But Cas is my best friend. I love him with all my heart,” she smiled.

 “Lilith and I are having a get together at our house next week,” Ruby spoke up. “You guys can all come and bring whoever you want. It’s been too long since we had one and getting all of us together is so hard.”

 “That’s true,” Charlie said. “I’ll bring my girlfriend.”

 “I’m in,” Abaddon smiled. “Count Crowley in too.”

 “How are you and Crowley, by the way?” Charlie asked.

 “We’re good for the most part. You know us. We still argue like an old married couple. Last night we argued over who was cuddling with Juliet. He likes to hold her and I like to have her head in my lap while we watch tv. There was no settling it last night. You know what he’s like,” she shrugged.

 “Do you think he’s going to propose soon? You guys have been dating for what-”

 “Eight years,” she finished. “I don’t know. Maybe? Maybe not. I’m not expecting him to. I’m happy as long as I’m with him. Even though all we do is argue, there is no one I’d rather be with than him.”

 “That’s what matters,” Meg smiled.

 “What about you, Y/N? Any guy in your life?” Abaddon asked you. She was staring directly at you. You didn’t want to say no, because it was a lie. But at the same time, you didn’t want to say yes because what you and Dean did in the bedroom was between the two of you. It wasn’t anyone else’s business.

 “Nope,” you stated.

 “Oh really? What’s with the hickey on your neck?” she smirked. Everyone turned to face you in sync. Your hand instantly reached up, covering the spot you knew she was talking about. You felt your cheeks turn warm. So much for keeping it quiet. Dean’s fucking lips. “You’ve been caught. Spill now!”

 “I’m not dating anyone,” you shrugged, trying to make it seem like it was nothing.

 “But you have a hickey?” Ruby furrowed her brows. “What, just a hook up?”

 “Something like that,” you breathed out.

 “Or is a friends with benefits kind of thing?” Meg cocked her eyebrow. “‘Cause there is nothing wrong with that.”

 “Sorta,” you answered vaguely.

 “What do you mean there is nothing wrong with friends with benefits?” Bela scoffed. “It’s only going to get complicated for one. Two, what is the point to it?”

 “Have you never just had sex with someone?” Meg argued. “There is nothing wrong with two consenting adults having sex.”

 “That is true,” Charlie nodded. “So what if you are. Is he a nice guy at least?”

 “Yes, he is,” you told them. “Look, I’m not ready for what all you guys have. You are all dating someone, or married or getting married. I don’t want that. I like sex and this guy just happens to be awesome at that. He doesn’t want to date. I don’t want to date. This is better than hooking up with random strangers on a constant basis to get what I want. At least with this guy, there is trust.”

 “With trust comes love,” Charlie teased you. “Why don’t you want something more?”

 “Yeah really?” Abaddon added in. “Out of everyone in this room, you are the only one who has never had a significant other.”

 “I just don’t want one. I’m perfectly happy on my own and I don’t need to have a man to make me feel like I’m getting somewhere,” you shrugged.

 “You never know though, Y/N. You might find this guy is worth it in the end,” Abaddon winked. You could hear the judgement in her voice. It was very clear that she thought the friends with benefits thing was stupid. She had been with the same guy for eight years and all she did was fight with him. What did she know about relationships? Better yet, what did she know about you and your life?

 You needed out of this workplace as soon as possible. You didn’t want to continue to be included in the bi-weekly gossip session. You were fucking tired of being judged by them. Even Charlie, who was supposed to be your friend. Granted, she wasn’t as judgy as Abaddon, the queen of drama. But why couldn’t you be happy with just having sex with someone you trusted. With someone who knew how to get the job done and made you feel good?

 You couldn’t have been happier when the meeting was over and you finally got to head out for the night. You needed away from these women and the drama that they exhaled. You made your way back to your desk to gather your things. You checked your phone to make sure you didn’t miss anything from Sam especially.

 *Hey, you wanna stop by the auto shop when you’re done work. Wanna show you something* - Dean

 You smiled for the first time all day. Finally, some normalcy. Someone who wasn’t immersed in drama. You couldn’t have been happier that he was your best friend after a day like today. You grabbed your sweater, pulling it on before throwing your bag over your shoulder. You swiped your card on the way out of the building, making a beeline for the bus.

 You were thankful that Dean’s work wasn’t too far from your own. It was a few blocks away and thankfully, the bus stop you were getting off at wasn’t too far away from his shop. You sent him a quick okay, you were on your way message to let him know you saw it. You had never been inside his workplace before. Not his day job anyways. You were kind of excited to see what he looked like as a mechanic.

 You got up from your seat, heading over to the back doors of the bus to get off. You could see Winchester’s Auto Shop from where you were. It wasn’t too far. About three buildings away from the bus stop. You just hoped that John wasn’t going to be there. Not if you were going to go in. You definitely weren’t up for another fight with one of the Winchester’s.

 The front door of the auto shop was mostly window with Winchester Auto Shop painted on it in red and black window paint. You pulled it open, hearing the ding of the bell shortly after. There was carpet set down, leading to the front desk where a blonde woman sat. You took a deep breath, finally taking a step forward.

 “Hi there hun, what can I do for you?” she greeted you with a smile. You looked down, reading the name Ellen on the metal bar sitting on her desk.

 “Hi,” you smiled at her. “I’m here to see Dean.”

 “Ah yes! You must be Y/N,” she beamed. “Go right on in, sweetie. His office is at the back on your right. Just be careful. They are still working back there.”

 “They?” you dared to ask.

 “Dean and Bobby,” she told you.

 “Thank you,” you said with a soft smile before heading into the garage. It was a big space filled with a lot of different cars and tools. It smelled exactly like a garage. All the oil and metal you expected. You heard someone working on a car to the left of you. By the sounds of it, it sounded like a tire change. Nothing too extensive like you were somewhat expecting. You looked to the right, finding Dean’s office in the corner like Ellen said.

 You could see Dean from the doorway. He was sitting at his desk, writing something in a black notebook. He was clad in a pair of jeans and a snug grey t-shirt that was covered in grease spots. He was solely focused on what he was doing.

 “Hi,” you greeted him, giving him a warm smile. “You wanted to see me, Mr Winchester?”

 “Hey sweetheart,” he grinned. “Yeah, I did. I have a bit of a surprise for you.”

 “A surprise? Dean-”

 “Just, follow me before you protest, okay?” he stated. He got up from his chair, motioning for you to follow him. He lead you both to the back door of the garage, allowing you to step out first before he joined you. You saw a bunch of tires stacked up, and rims to go with them close by. A couple of scrap cars and a two door truck sitting close by.

 “What are we doing out here?” you asked.

 He walked over to the truck, leaning against the bed of it before resting his elbow on it. “I know you’re stuck taking the bus because you can’t afford car payments right now. I mentioned something to Bobby a few months ago and he came across this in his salvage yard. It’s a little beat up and it needs a bit of repair work. I figured I could fix it up and you could have it.”

 “Dean, I can’t accept this,” you breathed out.

 “Yes you can,” he nodded. “It’s going to cost me nothing to fix it up. I can even teach you a thing or two about it,” he smirked. “It’ll save you on bus money and this way you’ve at least got a vehicle to get you from point a to point b.”

 “Thank you for this, Dean. Bobby too,” you beamed.

 “What about me?” a gruff voice said from behind you.

 “Y/N, this is Bobby Singer. Bobby, this is my friend Y/N,” Dean introduced the two of you.

 “It’s nice to meet you, Bobby. Thank you for the truck. I really appreciate it,” you smiled at the older man.

 “It’s no problem. It was just sitting in the yard, taking up space. Dean mentioned that a friend of his needed a vehicle. Better use this way. It was mine for the longest time,” he told you, looking at you a little strangely. You swallowed hard, hoping you weren’t about to get another warning from yet another person in Dean’s life. “I have to say, you look a lot like your mother.”

 “Y- you knew my mother?” you cocked your head, swallowing hard. God, did everyone know your mother?

 “A long, long time ago. Way back when she was a kid on my street,” he revealed.

 “Interesting,” you nodded. “Seems like a lot of people knew her.”

 “She was a popular gal,” he chuckled. “I’m heading out now, Dean. Gonna take Ellen home. See you tomorrow.”

 “See ya, Bobby,” Dean waved him off. You heard the door shut behind you a few seconds later, leaving you and Dean alone once more.

 “You look kinda cute covered in grease,” you commented.

 “It’s a dirty job,” he side-eyed you. “Little miss casual Tuesday.”

 “I had a meeting earlier,” you told him.

 “You mean a gossip session with those girls who don’t know how to do anything else?” he chuckled.

 “Yeah, that,” you breathed out. “I guess I kind of owe you one for the truck.”

 “No you don’t,” he stated. “Not for this, Y/N. You need this truck instead of taking the sketchy ass bus. Now you can take up parking spot twenty six. Right next to Baby.”

 “Dork,” you shook your head with a smile.

 “Well, you could always give me a bit of a thank you in my office,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he made his way over to you.

 “You replace the condom in your wallet?” you asked him.

 “Fuck,” he frowned. You gave him a smile, taking his hand before dragging him back inside the auto shop. There was no sign of Bobby or Ellen anywhere as you walked straight into Dean’s office. Space was a little limited, but you could make do with what you had.

 You shut the door tightly behind the two of you before pushing him down on his office chair. You couldn’t have been more thankful that he didn’t have arm rests like your chair at work did. He was a little confused at what you were doing, and truth be told, you had no idea what you were doing. You just wanted to make him feel good.

 You threw your leg over his lap, settling down on top of him. His hands wrapped around you, resting on the small of your back. His eyes were a little darker than they normally were. You leaned forward, slipping your arms around his shoulders.

 “I’d take you right now if I had a freakin’ condom,” he muttered as he leaned in, his lips inches away from yours.

 “Doesn’t rule out all of our options,” you whispered as you wiggled your eyebrows.

 “No, but we don’t got a whole lotta space in here,” he reminded you as his fingers traced the top of your pants. “My office is kind of small.”

 “Then we’ll make do,” you winked. An idea slipped through your mind. You didn’t necessarily have to have sex right here, right now. There were so many different ways to have fun. One of your personal favourites from way back when was something you hadn’t done in a while.

 You balanced yourself on his broad shoulders, finally closing the space between you, capturing his lips with yours. They were soft and wet, and god, when he kissed you back. His kisses were intoxicating and that’s what kept you coming back. You rolled your hips against his. Holy - did it feel good. You couldn’t have been more thankful for wearing yoga pants to work. You could feel everything so much better.

 “Mhh, what are you doing?” he almost chuckled, breathing out against you. His voice was laced with that same lust that was evident on his face.

 “Saying thank you,” you growled. You gripped your fingers into his shoulders, grinding your hips slower on his lap. You could feel him hardening in his jeans, and that made you smile. It made you feel confident about yourself. That same comfortably that you had the first time you were on top fell over you once more. “You okay with that?”

 “More than okay with that,” he nodded, pecking your lips sweetly. His hands slipped down to your ass, squeezing you with just the right amount of pressure, helping you grind on him with ease. The friction of your center pressed against his bulge had you going. You could feel your slick coating your panties, making them incredibly uncomfortable. His tongue parted your lips, gliding along yours in a smooth motion, tasting you.

 Your hands made their way into his hair, feeling the softness as your fingertips grazed over his scalp. He was as hard as a rock in his jeans. God, you felt like a fucking teenager again. Making out with a guy, trying to get as close to having sex as you possibly could. Only this time, you weren’t worried about someone walking in on you. It felt so euphoric to be this close to him, but still be so far.

 “Fucking hell,” he panted, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, causing you to let out a whimper. His eyes fluttered shut as he bucked his hips into yours, pulling you on him. So thankful for wearing yoga pants, you thought to yourself.

 His chest was heaving, just like yours. His lips were parted, the tip of his tongue peaking passed his lips as he breathed heavily. It felt so damn amazing to feel him the way you were. The pressure against you clothed pussy brought you closer and closer with each movement.

 “God, Y/N, feels so good,” he groaned. His eyes peered open, meeting yours as he adjusted his grip on your ass, curling his fingers into your flesh. One long movement on his crotch dragged perfectly along your clit, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure as you let out a loud moan.

 “Dean!”

 His lips crashed to yours once more, his tongue sliding against yours, deepening the kiss instantly. You wrapped your arms securely around his neck, your chest pressing against his. The kiss didn’t last longer than a few seconds, the need for air becoming too much too quickly. You could taste the saltiness on his lips, a thin layer of sweat covered both of your bodies, the clothing making it that much worse.

 “F-fuck sweetheart,” he grunted before letting out a whimpering sigh. You knew he was getting close. He was making the same face as he was the last time before he came. He was panting, trying his hardest to get his breathing under control. He was fucking sexy before he came.

 “De - I’m gonna-” you warned him.

 “Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged you on. “Wanna see you come undone again.”

 Your legs began to quake on either side of his as pleasure soared through you. You let out a moan. Your fingers digging into the muscle in his shoulder, trying to ground yourself as you came. Dean’s hands gripped around your body as he bucked his hips up to yours.

 His eyes slammed shut as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough for you to see he was holding back a moan. “Son of a bitch,” he breathed out.

 You continued to ride his lap, letting him get as much pleasure as he possibly could from it. You were over sensitive, and your panties were ruined. But you felt so satisfied. You felt even better knowing that you made Dean feel good.

 He smiled at you with his half swollen, cocky grin that had you smiling along with him. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. His nose nudged against yours before his lips pressed softly to yours.

 “Fuck sweetheart,” he breathed out. “I can’t believe you just made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

 “You’re welcome,” you giggled.

 “Good thing I have a change of clothes,” he chuckled. “I gotta say, you look hot as hell when you come undone.”

 “Thank god I wore thin pants today,” you let out a laugh. “I haven’t done that since I was sixteen.”

 “I’ve never actually done that before,” he admitted.

 “Never?” you cocked your head to the side.

 “No,” he shrugged. You carefully climbed off of his lap, feeling incredibly uncomfortable in your lower region now that your panties were ruined. “I never did the whole make out sessions for hours on end when I was growing up. I’ve worked here since I was fifteen.”

 “Well, I’m glad I was your first,” you smirked.

 “Alright, how about I clean and close up shop. I’ll drive you home so you can get cleaned up and we can go out some place tonight and grab a bite to eat?” he suggested.

 “Go out?” you furrowed your brows.

 “Burgers, fries and pie. We can hang out some place afterwards,” he said nonchalantly. You were all for eating and hanging out, but you didn’t want to run the risk of his parents seeing you together. You didn’t want to endure more drama than you already had today.

 “I’m all for burgers and hanging out, but I don’t want to run the risk of your parents seeing us together, Dean. Why don’t we pick something up on the way home and hang out in my apartment. We can play video games or something?”

 “Okay,” he nodded. “But just so you know, you don’t have to hide out in fear of them seeing us together. I don’t care what they think. I told them straight up that I wasn’t going to stop talking to you, or being friends with you. ‘Sides, I’m thirty. What are they doing to do? Ground me?”

 “No, but they could stop talking to you or something. I don’t want that to happen on account of me,” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Your mom told me I wasn’t good enough for your family. I’m not going to come between you and them. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I was the reason why you didn’t have a relationship with them.”

 “My mom is a bitch,” he stated, getting up from his chair. He reached beneath his desk where he had a bag. He pulled out a pair of jeans, clean boxers and a shirt. He reached for his belt, making quick work of removing both his pants and boxers. You almost felt bad for looking at him, even though he was stripping down right in front of you. “Trust me, Y/N. You won’t be the one to come between us. It will be them that destroys everything.”

 “Sounds like you’ve got some issues with them,” you said lowly.

 “Let’s just say you’re not the only one that had a rocky relationship with their mom,” he said, pulling on the clean, blue boxers.

 “I’m sorry,” you frowned.

 “It’s not your fault, sweetheart,” he said softly. “We’ve all got our issues. Just remember that you could never destroy my relationship with anyone. I’m a big boy and I can make my own decisions.”

 “Noted,” you nodded. “I’m thinking we get burgers and pie from Jody’s.”

 “Done deal,” he agreed. “I’m down to play a few rounds of Mario Kart too.”

 “Sounds like a good night,” you smiled.

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Part 6 coming Sunday!

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