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javier-djarin · 3 years

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Christmas Like It Used To Be: Part 1

"Small Town Christmas"

Ship: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 3,308 Words

Warnings: Mild Language

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Summary: You return home just in time for the holidays, but with something else in mind. You and Frankie are reunited after years apart.

A/N: For starters, I could not have done this with out the wonderful @rebelscumlena. Your support and insight on everything is a godsend! I absolutely love working with you!! I hope you all enjoy this Christmas themed Frankie story. It'll be short, but sweet. I promise! Happy Holidays, everyone! If you want to be tagged, please let me know!

Do you remember when we used to feel like The day would never end 'cause we were just beginnin'? Cuttin' down the tree on Mount Holly Road It was you and me, where did the time go? - "Small Town Christmas" by Rob Thomas

“Where’s your brother?” Frankie asked as he shivered on the steps of the gazebo next to you. “It’s freezing out here, and we don’t have all day. The snow’s supposed to start soon.”

You tucked your chin into your scarf to hide your smile. You’d been carrying a torch for Frankie for a while, and so you cherished these little moments you had with him. Your brother, Santiago, ran to grab the three of you some hot chocolate from the café down the street. He asked the two of you to wait while he ran inside. You both knew it was so he could have a few minutes alone with the waitress, Mel. He didn’t want his little sister or best friend there to keep him honest while mercilessly flirting with her. “We’re never going to get our cocoa,” you laughed, “should we just leave him?”

The three of you were headed back to Frankie’s house for board games and a movie marathon, but of course, Santi had to see if Mel had any plans for the evening. Your mind wandered to different ways this could end if Santi ran off with the waitress and you were left alone with Frankie. One fantasy ended with you finding the courage to tell him how you really felt, while he confessed he had the same feelings for you. You felt Frankie bump your shoulder, and you looked over at him. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” he grinned, easily melting you at the sight, “you just seem so far away.”

“Just wishing my idiot brother would hurry the hell up,” you lied.

He chuckled and leaned back against his arms on the top step. “Can’t stand spending another moment alone with me?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, playfully shoving him. He lightly shoved back before resting against his arms again. Sighing, he let his head roll back, staring up at the sky. You watched him for a minute, relishing in his presence before looking down the street for your brother, willing him to stay at the café. “When did that get there?” you heard Frankie ask.

You turned to see him still staring up. Following his gaze, you saw the mystery in question: a bundle of mistletoe hanging just above the pair of you. Your cheeks flushed, and you shook the idea of what this could mean from your head. He tilted the bill of his hat up and gave you a small smirk. “I guess that means I have to kiss you,” he said.

Your eyes widened for a second before you forced yourself to appear relaxed. “It is tradition,” you said, your nerves causing your voice to shake.

He leaned closer to you with a wider grin. “I would hate to break tradition,” he sighed, leaning in closer.

You felt his hands cup your cheeks as you closed your eyes, his thumbs running over your flushed skin. Slowly, he pulled your face to his as you felt his warm lips graze yours. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned into his gentle kiss, melting at his touch. The kiss was chaste and too brief for your liking as he pulled away, smiling at you. “Merry Christmas, Hermosa,” he whispered.

You opened your eyes and gazed into his, returning his smile and ignoring Santiago’s shouting off in the distance.

***

You gasped and sat up, letting the paper clips stuck to your cheeks fall to your desk. You blinked several times, allowing yourself a second to gather your wits. You were in your high-rise office pulling another all-nighter. Groaning, you stretched and stood to get the blood circulating again. You opened your door to see your assistant, Phillip, asleep at his desk with a cup of coffee in front of him that had lost its steam long ago. You sighed and walked to the coffee machine in the breakroom, preparing to brew a new pot. You had to finish this report before morning so the account would be closed by Christmas. The fourth quarter partner’s meeting was scheduled for the day after Christmas, and you wanted your presentation to go smoothly.

As you leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee to finish, you pulled your phone out of your pocket: three missed calls and six text messages. No doubt from Chris, your newest boyfriend. Shit, you thought. The two of you had dinner plans, and you completely forgot. Again. You skipped the messages and went straight to your voicemail to hear his defeated sigh over the phone, followed by a long message:

“I get that your career is important to you, but at what point do you realize your life is worth living for more than a job? I can’t keep doing this,” he said, “don’t bother having your secretary call me. I don’t want to be scheduled onto your calendar, and you won’t have time for what I want out of this relationship. It was fun while it lasted. Goodbye.”

After deleting the message, you slipped your phone back into your pocket and poured another cup of coffee. You let one tear slide down your cheek before drying it on a napkin and returning to your office to finish the report.

***

There was a knock on your door the next morning that drew your attention away from the notes Phillip had left you with your morning messages on them. “Come in,” you said.

Pam Kennedy, your boss, entered with a crisp manilla envelope in her freshly manicured fingers. She let it fall onto your desk with a loud thud. Your eyes widened as you flipped through the one account you’d been begging for all quarter. “Is this the -”

“The Morales-Hamilton Account?” she interrupted, crossing her arms, “It would appear so.”

You gazed at her, simultaneously grateful and confused. “Why?’

“The higher ups considered your application for the Senior Associate position and said if you can close this account by Christmas, the position is yours.”

Your jaw dropped in awe. “Wait,” you said, trying to comprehend, “they want me to get the Morales’ to sell by Christmas? That’s less than two weeks away!”

“You said you grew up there,” she added, clearly annoyed with you, “Use what ties you have there to get them to sell, for as little as possible. Otherwise, you can kiss that little promotion of yours goodbye.”

You looked down at the file again. “Consider it done,” you replied, closing the file, “but I’ll have to work remotely from there. These people aren’t going to do business over the phone or email.”

She sighed. “Fine. But remember, two weeks.” She tapped on the calendar you placed on your desk while giving you a pointed look.

No sooner than she was out of your office, Phillip rushed in grinning. “Are we moving floors?” he asked, sitting in the chair across from you.

You handed him the file. “Not unless I close this account by Christmas,” you said, sounding defeated.

He flipped through it with wide eyes. “This looks…feasible.”

You huffed and reached for the file from his hands. “You don’t know these people,” you said, looking down at the all too familiar names. “They’re not going to sell, especially if we lowball them. This bed and breakfast was owned by his grandparents.”

“Whose?”

You looked up from the papers to Phillip. “What?”

“Whose grandparents?”

“Oh,” you muttered, not realizing you’d said that out loud, “he was my brother’s best friend. His family owns this business we’re trying to bulldoze.”

“But they’re going to be rich when this is all said and done.”

You nodded. “I’ll send you the finished presentation for the Brooks Account when I finish.”

“Oh, I’m coming with you,” he insisted, “you’re not leaving me here with Pamela.”

You laughed. “Fine,” you said, “book two tickets for the earliest flight out.”

***

Frankie slung the bag of salt over his shoulder and walked around to the shed where he’d stored the other two bags. He’d broken a sweat and wiped the beads off his forehead as he leaned against the doorframe, gazing out across the estate. They were at the edge of town with the perfect view of the Colorado Rockies. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool mountain air fill his lungs. He was at peace. After his tours in Afghanistan and losing one of his best friends in Colombia, he was happy to retire to his hometown. The Miller brothers frequently visited, renting rooms at his parents’ bed and breakfast. Santiago returned from his exploits around the world with a girl he’d met in Colombia. It was nice having his brother so close, again. However, home felt off without her presence. She’d moved to New York right after college and became her company’s best contractor, according to Santi. But, since she’d been gone, Woodpine had always felt off.

“Francisco!” he heard Marta, his mother, call from the back of the house.

“Just finished unloading the salt,” he said, walking up the porch stairs. He stooped to kiss her cheek.

She smiled at her son and patted his face. “Santiago called. He said he’s on his way to pick you up.”

He frowned. “Did he say why?”

She shook her head and turned to go back inside. He followed after her, grabbing his wallet and keys off the counter. “I’m sure we’ll be back late, then,” he chuckled.

“Well, don’t forget,” she said, “we have guests checking in early tomorrow morning.”

“I made sure plenty of wood was chopped for the furnace,” he said.

Alejandro, his father walked in, wrapping his arms around his wife’s waist and kissing her cheek. “Dinner smells delicious,” he said, kissing her cheek again before letting her go.

“It’s just about ready to come out of the oven,” she replied.

They heard the front door open. “Catfish!” Santiago called from the living room.

Marta shook her head. “I wish they gave you a different name, Frankie,” she chuckled.

Santi appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Let’s go. Her plane lands in an hour.”

Frankie frowned at him, confused. “What?”

Marta hid her smile, turning to face her husband with a wink. The corners of his mouth twitched, begging to smile. They’d known all day she was coming home, wanting to keep it a surprise from their son.

“Mi hermanita is coming into town,” he explained.

Santi grinned as he watched the shock overcome Frankie’s face. “Why?”

He shrugged, grabbing a marshmallow off the counter and popping it into his mouth. “I guess to visit for the holidays,” he said between chews, “I didn’t ask for specifics when she called.”

Frankie looked at his parents when he heard his mother giggle. “You knew?”

“Isn’t it a nice surprise?” she smiled. “Santi, bring her by once she gets settled.”

“Mom,” Frankie hesitated, trying to not sound overly excited.

She waved her hands at him to silence him. “Get going so she’s not waiting at the airport for you two!” She forced them out of her kitchen, and eventually out of her house. “Give her a big hug for me when you see her!”

Frankie stumbled after Santi, tripping over a cobblestone that lined their walkway. He slid into the passenger seat, glaring at his best friend. “Why aren’t you taking Cecilia?” he asked.

“She’s never met her,” he said, “I don’t want the airport to be their first meeting.”

Santiago threw the car into reverse, turning around. He sped down the road, turning onto the busiest street in Woodpine. It took them through the center of town, past all the little mom and pop shops and restaurants, the Christmas tree lot, and the small gazebo that was still standing after all these years. Christmas decorations covered the town, making it look like something out of a movie. Santi watched Frankie stare at the old fixture, knowing it held a special place in both his best friend’s and sister’s hearts. He smirked and shook his head. “You know, as a kid, I hated the mere idea of the two of you together,” he chuckled.

Frankie glared at him. “Nothing happened,” he said.

“I saw how the two of you would gaze at each other when the other one wasn’t looking.”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the headrest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, hermano.”

Santi rolled his eyes. “Right,” he sighed, “and I actually work for Saint Nick.”

“I’m serious,” Frankie insisted.

“Fine,” Santi replied, turning the radio up louder, “live in denial.”

***

You worked through the entire flight, trying to finish the presentation before you landed. Phillip was formatting the slides while you slapped information on them. The two of you were a well oiled machine as you worked seamlessly to perfect this report. You glanced over at your assistant, shaking your head. He was turning into you: all work, no play. You’d accepted the consequences for all of your mistakes, but you realized the young, impressionable man sitting next to you was following in your footsteps. You’d witnessed him sacrificing plans to stay late and work. Knowing you’d regret this decision, you took a deep breath and closed your laptop. Phillip did a double take before he stopped typing. “What are you doing?” he asked, surprised, “Pam said she wanted this report tomorrow morning.”

You nodded. “I know,” you sighed, “but I just need to take a break.”

He frowned. “I’ve worked for you for five years now,” he continued, “and I have never seen you take a break.”

“Well,” you said, leaning back against the seat, “I am now. And you should, too.”

He shook his head and began furiously working on formatting the presentation. “Tell me, Phillip, are you taking time to see your family on Christmas?”

He chuckled. “I haven’t gone home for Christmas in,” he paused to think about it, “five years.”

You’d kept him from his family for five years, and suddenly the guilt weighed on you. It’d been longer than that since you’d been back to Woodpine. Santi had come to New York a couple of times to visit between mission deployments, but the two of you mostly communicated via email or random telephone calls. You knew he’d met someone after his last mission, but you’d never met her.

Just as your eyes started to close, you heard the ding of the intercom and a flight attendant said, “The Captain has turned on your fasten seatbelt sign. We are preparing to make our descent into Denver. I want to thank you for flying with us and Happy Holidays.”

You sat up straighter and forced Phillip to look at you. “Listen to me,” you said, suddenly turning very cold and serious to the younger man, whom you were sure was your only friend, “under no circumstances is my brother or anyone from Woodpine to know why we are really here. I will break it to them when the time is right. If they ask why you’re here, it’s to finish our presentation before you head home for the holidays. Understand?”

He nodded. “Why don’t you want them to know?”

“I’ve known these people for a long time, Phillip,” you emphasized, “if they know why I’m really here, they won’t sell at all.”

You felt the plane’s wheels bounce off the pavement. Show time, you thought. Phillip grabbed your carry-ons and dutifully followed you off the plane. As you made your way to baggage claim, you felt a pit in your stomach. You weren’t ready for the inevitable reunion. You boarded the escalator, patiently waiting to reach the bottom when your phone rang. Pam. You rolled your eyes and answered. “I just landed.”

You reached the bottom and started walking towards Santi the moment you saw him. “The quarterly meeting has been moved up,” she said.

“What? I haven’t even had the chance to reach out to the family!”

“¡Ay, hermana!” Santi exclaimed, as he ran over to you.

You smiled and waved as you anxiously talked into the phone. You froze when you saw that your brother was not alone. His dark brown eyes found yours in an instant. He was still wearing that same hat that he’d had since you were kids with his brown curls sticking out at the bottom. He gave you a small smirk, and suddenly you felt like you were sixteen again, melting at the sight of him. “Pam -”

“You have until Christmas. They want to meet at 7:00 P.M. on Christmas.”

You gave a frustrated sigh. “Alright. I’ll see you then.” You hung up the phone and wrapped Santi in a big hug. You were happy to see him. Despite alienating yourself from your past, it was good to finally be reunited with your brother again.

“Is Manhattan falling apart in your absence?” he chuckled.

You groaned. “They don’t know how to function without me.”

Frankie stepped forward, his grin having spread to his eyes. “It’s good to see you, Hermosa,” he whispered into your ear as he held you close, “we’ve missed you.”

You held him tighter before letting him go, gazing up into his eyes, and suddenly the weight of what you were there to do hit you. You must have been staring at each other for a while, because Santi cleared his throat to break the tension. “Did I see Phillip with you?”

“Phillip?” Frankie asked. You noted the hint of worry in his eyes.

“My assistant,” you said, your eyes never leaving his. “We have to finish a report,” you continued, turning back to your brother, “he’ll fly back once we are done.”

Soon, you were joined by him as he wheeled both of your suitcases over from the baggage claim. He smiled at Santi, shaking his hand before introducing himself to Frankie. Santi grabbed one of the bags from him and motioned for Phillip to follow him to the car, leaving you alone with Frankie. “It’s good to see you, Hermosa,” he said.

You laughed and looked at your feet. “You already said that.”

He smirked and gazed down at you. “Well, it is,” he said, “it’s been a long time.”

You nodded and lifted your eyes to his. “I know.”

You could feel your heart race the longer you stood next to him, alone. You’d known each other for years, and suddenly, you’d run out of stuff to talk about. “Frankie…”

“It’s okay, Hermosa,” he said, almost like he could read your mind, “you needed to leave. There was nothing for you here.”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head. His words stung a little, because had he asked you to stay, you would have. You mirrored his gesture, wrapping your arm around him and walking outside to the car where Santi and Phillip were waiting. “I thought the two of you hopped a plane out of here,” Santi chided.

Frankie glared at him, sliding into the backseat with Phillip. “Take us home, Pope,” Frankie said through his teeth.

“Cecilia set up one guest room,” he said, “we didn’t know Phillip…”

“Phillip, you can stay at Marta’s,” you added.

You glanced back at him, watching him slowly nod, as if understanding the hidden meaning behind your order. You saw Frankie deflate a little, but knew it was only logical for you to stay at your brother’s. Your eyes met his, again, and he gave you a weak smile, freezing time. You couldn’t believe that after all this time you were with him again. Phillip cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him. “Shouldn’t we get going?”

You turned back around in your seat, slugging Santiago in the shoulder for the smirk on his face. “Let’s go,” you muttered, “idiot.”

“Glad you’re home, Hermanita.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, pulling your phone out of your pocket to continue working on the presentation.

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erensonly · 3 years

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Cuddle Buddies (Bakugou x Black! Reader)

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~Chapter 7: Date~

0, 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5,6, 6.2

(don't play the song yet 👩🏿‍🌾)

Waking up on a Saturday without music playing is truly a blessing(iykyk). After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk downstairs and you see mama on the phone.

"-es, I understand. Thanks for letting me know... Keep me updated."

"Who was that?" Startled, she turned around ready to hit somebody. "Don't scare me no more. Anyway, that was the principal, he said that you would need to move in the dorms by Monday because those damn villains are active again."

"Don't nobody wanna be there. I wanna be at home," you groaned. Plating your breakfast, you sit down and grab your phone, seeing a text from Bakugou asking if you wanted to go out later. Accepting his offer, you finish your food and go to get your morning routine started.

(this is your hair and outfit, don't like it then you can change it)

Walking downstairs, you got to find mama to tell her you're going out. "MAMA!" Walking towards her room, you knock on the door before opening it, just to let her know you're coming in.

"Now why are you yelling in my damn house?" she questions. oops... "My bad. Anyway, I'm going with out with Bakugou. I'll be back later, k?" Turning to walk away, you hear, "That's your man, ain't it?"

"Huh?" Is that really how it looks? That ain't my man... yet. "Girl you heard me. Is that your man?" This is mad awkward. How do I explain that that's my man but not formally my man but still my man?

"Um... Not yet I guess."

"And why not?" Dang, she do be nosy🖐🏽

"Because he ain't asked yet."

"Mhm.." she said looking at you like she knew better (y'all know that look you give when somebody lying) "Alright. See you later."

Big Head🐥 i'm ready

Bakuboy💥 around the corner

Walking outside, you see a car pull around. Rolling down the window, you see Bakugou. "Get in!" Opening the door, you get in the well polished car.

"Hey-"

"What do you want to eat?" No hi, hello, how are you? just straight to the point I guess.

"I don't know... you pick." (if somebody asked me what i wanted to eat i will stay silent🖐🏽 ain't nobody eating then)

"Wings it is."

"Gimme your phone," you told him. "Why? Tryna look through my search history?"

"Um... no. Don't nobody care what you do in your spare time. Now gimme it" Handing you his phone, you go to spotify and click on a random playlist. Dmx Aaliyah Tupac Biggie King Von & more

"You got taste or whatever," you complimented.

"Duh look at me. Obviously I have taste." Here this cocky nigga go.

(play song now)

"Just say 'Thank you' and go," you rolled your eyes. Playing 'I Need A Girl' by Diddy (y'all don't know nun bout that) you start to sing along quietly.

I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine, all mine I need a girl in my life

As you start to rap along you hear Bakugou quietly rap along. Smiling at him, you turn the music up.

Yo, I'm internationally known on the microphone I got it all I really need a wife at home

Turning it up more, you both got louder. Enjoying yourselves and each other. This was something you craved. Having fun with someone you were close to and had a great relationship with.

Looking over, you see Bakugou glancing at you while singing the song. Glancing back, you smile at him and continuing to sing to him, him singing back.

Need a girl that can stand me, raise me a family Go from trips to Delancey to trips to the grammys

"What you know about this?" You we're still shocked that he had music taste like this. He looked like he listened to one Nba Youngboy song and called himself a gangster. ( tell me i'm wrong)

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Finally at Buffalo Wild Wings, you both step out of the car. Starting to walk towards the door, Bakugou entwined your pinkies together.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Hot wings and fries. What do you want?" you said, putting emphasis on 'you.'

"The same thing. Wanna split a 20 piece?" What type of stupid question is that? "Duh."

Waving over a waitress, Bakugou starts to order for the both of you. "Good afternoon, my name is CeCe and I'll be serving you today! What would you like?"

Noticing that she hasn't taken her eyes off of Bakugou since you both had walked in, you grabbed his hand and started to play with his fingers.

"Can we get a 20 piece hot wings and fries? You want f/d right?" nodding, you continue to play with his rings, "and a Coke."

"Ok," she 'subtly' brushed her painted nails on his shoulder, "I'll have that right out for you." Walking away, she turned back and glared at you. Glaring back, you flick her off.

"She being mad annoying already and we just got here," you complained.

"Tell me about it. She touch me again Imma blow this whole damn place down," he rolled his eyes. Grabbing you hand, he starts to play with your fingers as well.

"Where was Mama at?"

"Boy that ain't yo mama. And she was minding her business. Why?"

"I want her to cook for me," he said matter of factly.

"Why are you acting like you've been knowing her your whole life?" you asked, laughing at him.

"Because I can. She obviously liked me when I met her."

"Oh my god," you laughed, " what do you want her to cook for your oh so fancy pallet?"

"Surprise me."

"You gotta try soul food," you gushed, " it's so good on holidays especially."

"Here you are," the waitress said cheerfully. "Anything else for you?" she asked, only looking at Bakugou.

"No, we don't want anything else," you interrupted.

"I wasn't asking you."

"But I answered. Do we have a problem?" Who does she think she is? Imma need her to stop coming for my man.

"I said I wasn't talking to yo-"

"Listen, I suggest you back the hell off my girl before she lays yo stupid ass out, K?" he interrupted.

His girl? I like the sound of that

She huffed and walked off, obviously annoyed she couldn't keep flirting with him.

He started to eat, but you was still stuck on the 'my girl' thing.

"I'm your girl now, huh?"

Looking up at you, he wiped his mouth, "You should know this by now."

"Like I told you, you haven't asked."

"Whatever."

Continuing to eat and bicker, you both just enjoyed each other's company.

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After finishing the food and paying, you start to walk towards the car, him following behind you. Trying to open the door, you feel your hand get pulled and now your back it against the door.

Pinning you to the car, he leans in closer to you. "You're my girl, got it?"

Being bratty, you decide to test him a bit. "Nope. You haven't asked."

"Fine... Will you finally be mine?" That was straightforward. Don't really know what I expected though.

"... I guess," you said, sheepishly smiling. "Took you long enough."

"Shut up," he said leaning in.

Slowly entwining lips. Lips soft and lush against each other's. The kiss getting hot, he grabs your waist, pulling you closer. You more both trying to get closer to each other, if possible.

Trying to deepen the kiss, he started to slip his tongue in, again trying to pull you closer as if you would just disappear. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you too start to deepen the kiss.

After a while, you start to pull away, still slightly pecking his lips.

"Let's go-" more kisses. "We can't be-" more kisses. "-in front of everyone like this-" more kisses. Pushing him away slightly, you peck his lips one more time and push him off fully.

Getting in the car, you shuffle his playlist, quietly singing along. He put his hand on your thigh, lightly rubbing.

Leaning your head on the window, you start to doze off little by little. Finally asleep, Bakugou turns the music down slightly and continues to drive you home.

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"Baby, get up." You felt someone trying to shake you awake. "Move," you groaned, trying to slap away the hands shaking you.

"Ugh." Bakugou got out the car, going to your side. Opening your door, he grabs you out of the car, you wrapping your legs around his waist. Walking up the steps he knocked on the door.

"Who is it!" He saw your mother open the door. "I- did that damn girl fall asleep? Here, her room is upstairs to the right."

In your room, he noticed the posters and other decor around the room. Definitely her style. he thought.

Setting you down on the bed, he took your shoes and socks off, he put your head on the pillow.

"Goodnight Pretty girl," he kissed your head, pulling the covers over your body. He walked downstairs to let himself out.

"You must really like her, huh?" mama asked.

"Yeah, I do."

"Take care of her. This is the earliest I've seen her sleep in a long time," she smiled fondly.

"But if you hurt her, I'll hurt you so bad your own mother can feel it. Got it?" Her mood changes just like y/n's. Probably where she got it from.

"I won't hurt her. Promise."

"Alright," she started, leading him to the door, " get home safe."

"Thank you." And with that he was off. Getting home, in his bed and just thinking about your pretty smile and soft lips. He could definitely get used to kissing you like that.

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i hope you enjoyed this, i will be trying to update every sunday if i can. thx for reading ♥

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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years

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⤷ Day 9: Mirio Togata + snow angels

Synopsis: Valentine’s Day is the most romantic holiday you say? Nah, it’s Christmas

Word Count: 1.2k

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What’s prettier than snow? Togata Mirio wouldn’t know because the only beautiful thing he’s ever looked at is you, his girlfriend of three years and biggest supporter in his life. And when you said your biggest wish was to spend Christmas together, how could he resist?

Something he found out in his years of dating you was how fond you are of the winter season whether it was simply the snowflakes falling from the sky or the Christmas carols sung by the civilians. For him, the best thing about winter was that he got to see your smile. It was especially cute with you all bundled up in his scarf.

As the two of you made your way downtown, Christmas vendors approached you with treats and ornaments to which you gladly accepted. The plan was to wander the city until the clock struck midnight, signalling the start of Christmas Day.

“How pretty,” you gasped, staring down at the star-shaped ornament you had just received. It glittered and shined and you could see both your and Mirio’s reflection in it.

“Do you want me to hold it?” He asks, stretching out the hand that wasn’t holding yours to take the ornament.

You let him take it and he has to admit, it was definitely a souvenir the two of you would save to commemorate this day.

Along the way, you two find a cafe that was for some reason still open on Christmas Eve and enter it only to find the most homey atmosphere. The cafe was mostly empty as most people were waiting at the big tree in the centre of the city so you two made yourself at home in the corner booth.

A middle-aged waitress approaches you, her eyes seemingly weighed down by something. You would be too if you had to work on Christmas Eve. But she’s gentle as she takes your order and even laughs a bit when Mirio flirts with you mid order.

The hot chocolate that arrived was steaming heaven. As you tentatively sipped on the drink, Mirio pulled out his phone to catch a picture of your face, cheeks flushed from the cold.

“You better not post that!” You shriek, standing up and reaching for his phone to make sure the angle was good and Mirio has to do everything in his power to not cackle in order to maintain the peaceful atmosphere of the diner but he can’t, because your flustered face is his other favourite.

After confirming that you look somewhat cute, you hand him back the phone and complain that you aren’t photogenic at all.

“The weather is so pretty right now isn’t it,” he starts, his head turned towards the window which displayed the scene outside, “but you’re definitely the prettiest.” The snow was coming down softly and you could almost make out the shape of the snowflake. He knew how excited you were to see the big tree. After all, there was this whole legend of couples staying together forever if they kissed on Christmas Day under it.

When the waitress came back to collect your empty cups, she offers you a reminiscent smile, commenting on how the two of you reminded her of her husband and her back in the day. “You’re going to see the big tree soon, aren’t you?” She questions.

You nod and she pulls something out of her pocket. It was a heart locket of some sort and you could make out the detail of a snowflake etched on the front of the necklace.

Now, it wouldn’t have been all that magical if not for the romantic vibe of it all and you could feel your eyes twinkling and heart rate increasing as she hands you the locket.

“My husband gave that to me on Christmas Day,” she spoke softly, “almost 20 years ago.”

You look to Mirio as you accept the gift, wondering what he thought of it all and his face holds no confusion, only certainty that this was all meant to be.

“He gave it to me under the big tree and we’re still together ever since,” she elaborates, “and you, don’t tease her too much okay?” She finishes, pointing at Mirio and offering a playful wink.

Your boyfriend raises his hand in surrender and you place a hand over your lips to chuckle to yourself about his reaction.

After waving goodbye to the wonderful waitress, you two were in higher spirits than ever. Perhaps it was because the cafe was so warm but the moment you stepped outside, you felt shivers all over. Mirio noticed right away and stepped in front of you, taking your shaking palms in his and rubbing them together.

You look up at his face. It was so close. Your foggy breaths mingled together in an effortless dance and you were two seconds from kissing him right then and there... but you don’t because you’re saving that for midnight.

He also notices the intimacy of the moment and doesn’t back down. Instead, he presses his forehead onto yours, closing his eyes to just soak up the moment.

“There’s only a few more minutes until midnight, love,” you whisper, too afraid to raise your voice in the case that you would ruin the moment.

He seems to understand and stands up straight, pulling you towards the direction of the tree. He’s excited too. It seems just right to kiss under the tree now after receiving the locket.

When you reach the famous tree, you’re amazed. There were so many families and couples waiting there for that clock to strike midnight and you marvelled at the dazzling lights that seemed to reflect off everything it shined on. You were in a winter wonderland.

As you squeeze Mirio’s hand, the clock hits the 12 and he wraps his arms around your waist, dipping you before kissing you in front of everybody. Not like everybody would’ve minded as there were countless couples doing the same, but you two felt like the only ones there. Time seemed to stop moving and the only sound you could hear was the howling of the wind. He doesn’t let you up, keeping you there as the snowflakes sprinkled over your face.

His blond hair that usually stuck up was flat and dampened from the melted snow and his nose was tinted red from the cold but he looked majestic. He was the pro-hero Lemillion yes, but in this moment, he was just Mirio Togata: the hero of your heart.

After the clock ticks 12:01, time resumes and he sets you back up and you’re both breathless. The cheering was deafening and you definitely didn’t mind because all Mirio was looking at was you.

This was all too serious for you and you fall back into the snow, giggling at the successful night. He does the same, plopping right next to you. After a night that felt more like a shoujo anime, you wanted nothing more than to act like a kid. You move your arms in and up and down motion in the snow, prompting Mirio to do the same.

You were getting stares from the other couples but who cares? The snow angels were more important. You stick your tongue out to catch the falling snow and it tastes like icy water (obviously) and you sigh. You’re satisfied. You’re happy. What more could you ask for?

Slightly turning your head, you lock eyes with your boyfriend and he gives you a side smile before linking hands with you. ‘How wonderful,’ you thought; two angels forever in love with the snow and each other.

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Meeting and Dating Tommy Williams

(My gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Sorry for the long wait! But happy holidays! <3)

- You and Tommy first met while you were working as a waitress at a local diner, the diner he just happened to wander into after becoming a free man for the fifth time in his life.

- Mr. Rockstar leisurely sauntered in and took a seat at the counter, taking in the environment with a fondness that only a man who’d been living in a six foot cell for the past few months could muster.

- Enter you, the ultimate sight for sore eyes. You with your charming smile, sweet voice and spoken term of endearment. He liked you immediately.

- If were being honest here, you kinda caught him off guard. You genuinely made the cocky sonovabitch flustered, so much so that when you asked if you could get him anything, all he could do was blurt out a delayed “coffee...thank you”.

- Once your back is turned, he forces his dry mouth to swallow and his heart to stop racing and tries to think of something clever to say. When you face him again, he’s smiling and throwing you a line, relishing in the little chuckle that it earns him.

- Since the place is sorta empty, you have the chance to talk with him for a while. After some back and forth, he asks if you know a good place to get a room. You ask if he’s from out of town and he replies with a somewhat mysterious “something like that”.

- Regardless of your interest and urge to ask him what he means by that, you write down a few hotels and boarding houses and he thanks you with a wink, finishing off his coffee and heading out the door.

- Though that certainly wouldn’t be the last time you saw him, he’d continue to return for weeks, sitting in the same exact spot and eagerly greeting you nearly everyday.

- Every time he shows up, he makes sure to make you laugh, tries to impress you, tells you stories, etc. Thank god he comes in during slow hours because your boss would kill you for spending so much time with him.

- It’s obvious that the two of you like each other but he still decides to wait a little while before asking you out, mainly because he wants to make sure he’s got you hooked in enough.

- That being said, he shoots his shot after about two months of bantering.

“You sure work a lot, don’t you?” Tommy had said to you as you leaned against the counter in front of him.

“Guess you could say that.” You’d laughed in response, wondering where he was going with his statement.

“You know... I think you need a break. Need to go out; have a good time. How would you like to go out dancing with me later tonight?”

- Now, you wouldn’t consider yourself a dancer but when a handsome man that you like very much asks you to go dance with him? Well, how could you refuse?

- He picks you up later that night, most likely in an expensive stolen car; a fact that he strategically kept from you the entire time. If you really don’t know how to dance then don’t worry, he’s very happy to show you.

- The two of you have your first kiss that same night.

- The music was fast and loud, the people around you were focused on dancing, and the two of you were pressed against one another having just finished a certain move. You’d glanced up and made eye contact and in an instant, he’d leant forward and stolen a kiss.

- Good luck trying to get away from him now; the lowlife thief's stolen your heart as well.

- He’s always happy to have his hands on you whenever he can so there’s a lot of Pda in your relationship.

- Passionate, sometimes sorta rough kisses. Although, at other times he can be really soft with you.

- Sitting on his lap. Please ignore the occasional badly timed boner, although chances are you knew exactly what you were doing when you started to squirm on him.

- Making out. He can never get enough of kissing you.

- Jaw kisses.

- He likes when you play with his hair; stand in front of him and hold his face in your hands while you brush your fingers through his hair and he melts like an ice cube in an oven.

- Affection is his kink. He’s sorta touch starved, particularly for innocent affection since he’s probably only really had sexual partners and people who want to fool around rather than just hold him.

- I mean he was in and out of prison since he was thirteen, he obviously doesn’t really have a good family so he sorta likes having someone take care of/worry about him. It’s always nice to feel like there’s someone out there that really gives a shit about you.

- He’s a slut for cuddling though he’d kill you if you told anyone. The two of you usually cuddle with his face buried in your chest or with him as the big spoon.

- The smell of your perfume and shampoo relaxes him. There’s just something so soothing about it; he can’t help but calm down whenever he comes into contact with it.

- Reading to him.

- Teaching him how to read, write, multiply, etc; all the things you learned in school that he never got the chance to. He teaches you about cars and music in return.

- He wants to do right by you and be better for your sake. It may not be a drastic change; at least not at first, but he is trying and you have to appreciate that much.

- He uses a lot of pet names on you: honey, sweetheart, darling; love of his life when he does something wrong.

- Either staying up and waiting for him when he goes out to do his criminal activities™ or getting woken up by his feeble attempts to remain quiet as he tries to tear his boots off without falling.

- Stolen gifts. Need or want something? Just wait till dark and it can be yours. And don’t think for a second that he doesn’t go to rob a place, see something and immediately pocket it because you would “just love it”.

- It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, he’ll still flirt with you like he’s trying to win your heart.

- He definitely goes out of his way to show off to and impress you.

- He’s loud, proud, and cocky as hell but you can sure make him go all shy and quiet when you want to.

- Surprisingly enough, Tommy can be quite the gentleman when he wants to be. He opens doors, pulls out chairs, calls you ma’am; though he mainly does that last one to be an ass or just to tease you.

- Bowling alley dates and other harmless fun.

- Bursts of laughter, usually after he whispers something in your ear or makes a stupid joke. He loves when you laugh into him, like the crook of his neck or chest.

- Drive in movies. What's better than a cheap date and a chance for him to slide his hand up your skirt?

- Going dancing.

- Café/Diner dates.

- Going to record stores.

- Getting to hear all of his stories.

- Your parents either hate or have an odd love for him. He’s certainly entertaining, although I’m not too sure that there's a lot of parents out there; especially ones in the 60s, that would be willing to see their daughters go out with a “crook” like him, no matter how good of a first impression he can fake.

- Depending on the sort of person you are, he either “involves” you in his crimes or completely keeps you away from it all.

- If you’re mischievous then the two of you probably steal a car and go for a midnight ride every once in a while, making sure to return it before the sun rises. Either that or you’ll sneak onto private property for a nice moonlit love session.

- Moving around a lot. He has a habit of hopping from city to city so if you don’t want to accidentally lose him, you’ll pack your bags too.

- Visiting him in prison. He’s always sorta timid when he’s sitting before you for the first time.

- Testifying for and/or going to pick him up when he’s being released; not to mention bailing him out. You threaten that you won’t do it again but you know that you will; and you know that he’ll make it up to you all night long.

- I’m just saying, the first time the two of you slept together was a religious experience for him. He was laying in bed beside you, catching his breath and planning your entire life together.

- He has your name tattooed in a heart on his arm.

- You cursing; cursing him out to be specific, turns him on to no end. He gets all timid and tongue tied and just stares at you whenever you do, contemplating if it’s a bad time to tell you he loves you.

- Oh, he’s definitely a jealous guy; he has no issue with being rude and telling someone to scream either. His mood immediately drops when he sees another man talking to you, although he mainly has an issue when they’re making you laugh, smile, or blush.

- He knows about the kind of people that are out in the world; he’s one of them, so he’s quite protective over you.

- Occasionally, he’ll get really angry and fed up; usually because he’s embarrassed or frustrated over something, and you just won’t be able to verbally console him. When that happens, all you have to do is hug him and he’ll break down in red hot, angry tears right in your lap.

- He can have a bitch of a temper at times so the two of you will have more than a few fights during your relationship. He’ll raise his voice, maybe insult you or throw a few things but he’ll usually leave before it gets to that point.

- He’s always really shy when apologizing. He’ll sort of hesitantly approach like you’re gonna attack him at any moment, giving you a little smile and saying hi before trying to tell you that he’s sorry.

“I uh, I wanted to say sorry …for before, …you know?”

- He’s a little timid when telling you he loves you, though he acts like he isn’t. With that being said, sometimes he says it so sincerely and out of nowhere that it’s hard not to melt right where you stand.

- He probably won’t outright tell you, but he’s sorta eager to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. He knows you’re the one for him.

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25 Days of FicMas

December 17th prompt: Christmas shopping with a stranger (Modern AU)

Word Count: 2,154

Toy Shop Terror

Okay so this one is much lighter and fluffier than yesterday's prompt! They're not really together when shopping but this is what I came up with! I hope y'all like it!

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Leonard McCoy ran a hand through his hair frantically; he was in the corner of a crowded toy store on Christmas eve looking for the “Harry Potter” section. Leonard marveled at how people were going completely insane over something their child will most likely play with for a week or two. Shaking his head he bobbed and weaved through the mass of angry, hurried customers keeping an eye for the isle he needed. Spotting the large sign Leonard ducked into the aisle to find it torn apart, “oh these poor workers,” he muttered eyes wide. Toys and merchandise lay scattered over the almost barren shelves and littered the floor. Stepping over large cardboard boxes that once held said merchandise Leonard groaned in frustration, “damnit!” he cursed, voice a deep growl. A loud shriek made him quickly lookup; he saw a pretty young woman stumble into the aisle clutching onto a stuffed panda bear like it was a lifeline, “same to you pal!” you shouted flipping off the man that shoved you out of the way. The gesture was reciprocated. Scowling you examined the bear carefully, searching for rips or tears. When you felt it was in okay condition you finally looked up to see him there with an amused expression on his face. “Some people,” you chuckled nervously, waving the bear around. You took note of the shelves Leonard was standing in front of and winced sympathetically. “Oh, Harry Potter that's tough, I’m sorry,” you grimaced at the state of things; Leonard huffed in agreement, “my daughter has been begging for the books for a while and I’ve been looking everywhere for the box set,” he muttered hand going through his already messed up hair again.

“Well I wish you the best of luck, god knows you’re gonna need it,” you said with a dry laugh. You looked around, clearing your throat you bit your lip, “have uh you seen the electronic section?” Leonard raised an eyebrow and pointed a thumb toward the back of the store, his own look of sympathy crossing his face. “Fuck, okay. Stupid drone is gonna be the death of me. Good luck and may the odds ever be in your favor, wait wrong series…” you trailed off scrunching up your face in thought. Leonard couldn’t help but chuckle at your antics; giving him a cheeky smile you gave him a two-fingered salute and dove back into the crowd. ‘What a strange woman,’ he thought with a crooked smile.

Sighing Leonard looked back at the barren shelves with slumped shoulders, “Maybe I should look for something else,” he murmured almost missing the sound of his phone ringing. Pulling the object Leonard looked at the caller ID, “I can’t talk now Jim,” he answered pressing a finger to his opposite ear. A faint voice whined from the other end of the call, “no I haven’t found it yet and I honestly don’t think I will. I knew I should have just ordered it off of-no, and no you can’t, that’s-I don’t care. Jim as your best friend I advise you that hitting on my sister is bad for your health," Leonard hung up the call and swiftly inserted himself into the crowd of shoppers.

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You bit your lip as you precariously balanced on some empty shelves hoping to peek over the throng of people. Your hunt for the drone your nephew had been begging for all year was nowhere to be found. Scanning over the crowd with a deep scowl on your face something caught your eye, a much older looking woman clutched three distinct green boxes to her chest. “Oh not today Brenda,” you growled the image of the cute forlorn father popping into your mind. You smirked at the thought of the guy, ‘I’m allowed. He had no ring…' your mind wandered as you pushed and shoved your way through shoppers. Scooping up an opened ‘Nerf Gun’ you cocked it and fired. The foam bullets bounced off of the woman’s head causing her to turn every which way. She screamed startled when one stuck itself to her coke bottle glasses. While she was distracted you slipped past sneakily grabbing one of the boxes from her stack. “Manager!” you heard her howl, glancing over your shoulder you grinned as no one bothered to give her a second glance. Whistling you tossed the plastic gun into a bin and held the box of books to your chest with the panda bear for your baby niece hanging from your fingers. “Now where is Mr. cute butt at…” you hummed thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the store, McCoy stared at a mass of stuffed animals and to his complete amazement, a pristine box holding a remote control drone sat amongst the bears, unicorns, and oddly enough poop pillows. Blinking he picked up the box, his mind drifting back to you. “Hold on to that tight man, last one!” an employee called to him as he passed. Holding the box closer Leonard eyed the people watching with envy as he walked by, “Alright darlin’ maybe I didn’t get what I came here for but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer,” he drawled searching for you in every aisle. Not looking where he was going he slammed into something small, it squeaked indignantly and he quickly grabbed the person steadying them. “Hey!” you both exclaimed with wide smiles.

You held up the Harry Potter box set proudly and Leonard practically sagged in relief, “did you-how-” he laughed in shock. You chuckled looking mildly guilty, “don’t ask and you won’t be implicated,” you whispered which made Leonard raise a single eyebrow. Instead of commenting, he held up the drone you were searching for, making you squeal in delight. You bounced on your feet as you exchanged items, “Thank you!” you gasped looking at the drone eyes sparkling, “My nephew is gonna die!” thinking for a second you held out your hand, “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),”

Leonard couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he grasped your tiny hand in his much bigger one, “Leonard McCoy, at your service ma’am.” he replied smoothly. Happening to glance over Leonard’s shoulder you spotted the ‘Harry Potter’ hoarder from earlier nerf bullet still stuck to her glasses. Blanching you clutched onto Leonards’s hand tighter before turning around and running off pulling the confused man behind you, “move it McCoy unless you want to give up the books!” you yelped shoving people out of the way. Leonard was suddenly ahead of you now pulling you easily through the hoard of people toward the check out area. You stumbled a few times with him being a bit taller and faster than you, “whoa cowboy!”

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“I can’t believe you did that to get this,” Leonard barked out laughing, his shoulders shook as he sat across from you. You snickered munching on a french fry, “she had like three. I did her a favor those books were like a hundred and fifty a pop,” you muttered picking up your soda glass. Leonard smirked, “believe me darlin’ I know,” he huffed with a shake of his head. “Your daughter is lucky to have a dad like you,” you beamed at him picking up another fry from the basket you both were sharing. “I mean not many parents would be in a toy store on Christmas eve,” you said with a smirk. Leonard looked out the window of the little diner you had ducked into. Red tinted his cheeks and the tops of his ears, he shrugged after a minute, “She’s my world, there isn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for her,” he said looking back at you. He grabbed a french fry, “You visiting Georgia for the Holidays?” he inquired popping the potato into his mouth. Taking a sip of soda you nodded, “Yeah though not for long. I’ll be moving here pretty soon,” you grinned. “Oh really, where are you comin’ from?” Leonard asked eyes lighting up thrilled at the prospect of you living in Georgia, “Seattle, I’m a paramedic,” you said with a smile.

The conversation flowed easily; jumping from topic to topic. Leonard talked about how he was a doctor at Atlanta General and then you told him about the adventures from your profession. It would have flowed endlessly but the waitress walked over to your table saying that they were closing up soon; she smiled prettily at Leonard hoping he would take notice but he simply gave her a polite smile and paid for the meal.

Once the bill was paid and a generous tip was left Leonard helped you into your jacket. He grabbed both your bags and he shot down your protests. Walking to the door you were about to open it when he beat you to it. “And they said chivalry is dead,” you murmured with a crooked smile. “Sweetheart my momma would kill me if I didn’t treat you like a lady,” McCoy flirted as he walked you to your car. "Your mom is a smart woman," you chuckled. You took the shopping bags from Leonard and stowed them away into the trunk of your rental, turning you held out your hand “Lemme see your phone,” you giggled when he gave a confused look. He wordlessly handed it to you and watched as you added your number to his contact information. Taking a picture of yourself you saved it as one of his favorites before giving it back. “There now you can get ahold of me, you know in case you need help getting the Hunger Games or something. Though I don’t think the Brenda's of the world would appreciate it,” you grinned. Leonard snorted a laugh as he pocketed his phone again, “Okay Katniss,” he sassed opening your car door. Your grin grew bigger, “Doctor I am impressed,” you gasped placing a hand over your heart dramatically. McCoy’s laugh echoed across the almost empty parking lot; getting in the car you shut the door and started the engine quickly so you could roll down the window. “Well my girl likes books so I’ve been kept up to date on her latest favorites,” he said leaning down resting his forearm just above the window. “She sounds like an amazing girl,” you whispered with a soft smile, Leonard’s dark hazel eyes twinkled in the street light you were parked under. “She truly is,” he murmured back. The air became thick and full of something you couldn’t place, Leonard cleared his throat leaning back. “You should get going, your family is going to worry,” he sighed not wanting to see you go. Your smile turned sad, “Yeah my brother will have a fit,” you agreed, glaring at the car's dash clock. You said your "Goodbyes" and you were soon on your way back to your brother’s home with a lot of things on your mind; a handsome doctor being one of them.

The very next day you sat on your bedroom floor with a slew of presents waiting to be wrapped. Grumbling to yourself you struggled and fought with the wrapping paper, “Fold damnit!” you growled, voice muffled by the disposable tape dispenser in between your teeth. Your phone began to vibrate on the floor causing it to skitter in place, cursing you held the paper in place with one hand while the other grabbed the device. “H’lo,” your voice was muffled again. Rolling your eyes at your own stupidity you spat out the tape and tried again, “hello?” there was a deep chuckle from the other end. “(Y/N) it’s Leonard,” you sat up straighter a smile spreading across your face. “Len hey!” you greeted voice light, “I was wondering what your plans are for New Year’s Eve?” Leonard asked sounding nervous. ‘My god he’s adorable,’ you thought dreamily, “I’m not doing much just packing to head back to Seattle so I can then pack again to head back here,” you chuckled and facepalmed due to your ‘lameness,’

“I was uh- wonderin’ if you’d like to spend the day with me?” he asked making you scream internally, “Yeah I would love to,” you said hoping to not sound desperate. You heard a whispered voice in the background, “awesome Bones!” it said encouragingly. You bit your lip to keep from snickering. “I- uh that’s great! I’ll message you the details in a little bit!” Leonard said clearly smiling. “Daddy, can you help me with my braid?” the voice of a little girl hit your ear. ‘That must be Joanna,’ your heart warmed, “I have to go but I’ll talk to you soon,” Leonard promised lowly making you chuckle. “Okay Len, talk to you then,” you set your phone down and took a deep breath. “I think I’m going to really like it here,” you murmured to the butterflies fluttering around in your chest and stomach.

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All Things Must Pass - Dean Winchester CHAPTER ONE

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader Fic

Fic Summary: Reader, her sister Stevie and the Winchesters reunite after not seeing each other in a few years. Ever since Dean told her to leave him and his issues behind, reuniting wasn’t what you expected it would be like. Hunting, past feelings, memories and a life threatening situation that was placed upon Dean Winchester creates tension between you two and everything else.

Warnings: None? Angst, Flashback

Word Count: 5.3k

CHAPTER ONE

Hunting was difficult, and sometimes exhilarating even. It was everything and it was a life you were born into. There was no running from it, at least that’s what you were taught; no leaving it all behind without a guilt of innocent lives in danger you know are always at risk. This was the life of you, your sister and the Winchesters. It was the life of your family in the past. The four of you shared similar stories and childhoods and even knew each other since you were all kids considering everyone's parents were hunters.

It was rare though, you and Stevie seeing the Winchester brothers. Growing up through the years and raising your sister after the death of your parents was rough, but bumping into the boys and John was rare. When John wasn’t around, the four of you had spent time hanging out, or working on a case or two together. But when you all did meet up, it was like time hadn't passed. The two of you were the oldest of your siblings so you always looked out for Sam the same way Dean looked out for Stevie. But the way you both watch each other's backs, the shared intense gazes...there was always something there that the two of you could never even begin to explain.

Flirting was a thing that always happened back and forth between Dean and you. It started when you were kids, teenagers, and it never stopped. At first it was just cute and a way to distract each other from the horrors of hunting but then as you got older there was some tension that both Sam and Stevie so obviously saw.

There was jealousy among both sides, as Dean would see other girls and you would be seeing other guys. But neither of you said anything, because you were just kids trying to find some type of normalcy in an unconventional life you shared. But that’s also when the very rare hookups began that started out platonic but turned into something more as both your feelings lingered between each other. It wasn't spoken but it was known that Dean felt something more and so did you.

And those feelings you two felt was nothing you could ever imagine in a life like this. Feelings like this could never be pursued in a hunters life, as Dean would think. You often wondered why couldn't they at least give it a try?

But losing people by the hands of a vampire, rougarou or a damn demon did make it worse to feel love for someone. It was bad enough the two of you had a younger sibling to protect, so there was never any mention of trying, not a word came out of you to let Dean know you wanted something, wanted him.

You hadn’t seen them in a while, especially Sam. He left them to join college and Dean had stuck to hunting with his father, even after he went missing. When John was missing, Dean called you and Stevie to help him and Sam search for a while, but eventually he pushed you away to keep you and your sister safe once things got more dangerous. You protested his demands then obliged but never stopped helping or looking for their dad. It was the least you could do since John helped you and your sister when your parents died all those years ago.

And ever since that night Dean told you to leave, you hadn't seen them again. But tonight you would have no idea you'd be encountering the Winchesters again. Without any idea of the weight they were about to lay on you. But here you are in Upstate New York, just shy of seven at night, getting ready to solve a case after you and your sister finished a hunt with werewolves a few days ago, just states away.

The diner is blaring, filled with Christmas music playing, families, couples and teens talking over it. It’s stuffy from the heat blasting from the vents and crowded diner. The holiday season was upon everyone, the overbearing christmas decorations and the big glowing multicolor string lights hung throughout the walls of the diner. A few stray strings of tinsel lay on the checkered floor. Sam and Dean sit in a booth, the Christmas lights shining on them as they discuss a case they've been seeing through.

Dean checks out one of the waitresses that walk by him as he smirks to himself as Sam coughs trying to get his attention. He just turns his head at his brother and shrugs laughing before he takes a sip of beer.

“Back to the case, yeah?” Sam smiles as he types away on his laptop after handing over a file to his brother.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean takes the file with aggressive force, exhausted from previous cases. “Let’s just hope this one doesn’t attract a certain woman psycho.”

“Bela?”

“That bitch is all types of nuts.”

“Yeah well,” Sam shrugs, “we’ve got some important things to focus on Dean. Like vampires?”

“So, let me guess. The usual? Dead bodies poppin’ up at night all around town, drained of their blood and teeth marks on their necks?”

Sam looks at him dumbfounded, “Sorta. Except some victims end up staying alive in a hospital.”

“There’s always a catch.” Dean gulps down some beer and rolls his eyes.

“Always.”

You and Stevie walk side by side make your way to the diner counter without any idea you'd be seeing anyone you would know — even the Winchester boys. New York was a place you loved, because it reminded you how big the world is, and whenever you felt small growing up in a small town, the city made you feel like you could take on anything, be it monsters, ghosts or even your own issues.

The last time you saw them was a few years back at Bobby's when you needed his and the boys help in finding your sister after a hunt went wrong. Thankfully they were there for you and like always, everyone worked well with each other.

Stevie shrugs off her faded large black jean jacket and drapes it over the back of the seat as she grabs two places at the counter. Your hands are still in your leather jacket pockets, still cold from the rainy and freezing atmosphere of Upstate.

"Those damn werewolves the other night...god it really tired me out." Your sister says sighing once she sits down on the cushioned seat.

"Yeah well we got the job done, that's how we do. On to the next." You smile smugly, turning your head to speak to a waitress. "Can we get two beers over here? Thanks."

"And two plates of fries!" Your sister adds.

Shifting around to lean your back against the counter, you peer out to the people sighing in annoyance. It was either too many people for your liking or you were sick being in these diners and even the road bars and being hit on way too much by men of all ages. It was rare to actually take a night off and get one of the men or women back into your motel for the night as Stevie hung around somewhere else.

But when you did get that night off, it was a great way to wind back and forget about the real shit that no one else but hunters can imagine.

Just as you were about to finish scanning the room you feel your sister nudge you. Turning back around to the counter you see your beer waiting nice and cold, water slipping down the bottle just waiting to be drunk. Drinking together was celebratory for your sister and you, and the only time you drank was whenever you beat the monsters with her. Other than that, you'd never drink.

“So,” Stevie begins, “Are we here for this vampire hunt or another one of your breaks?”

After gulping down a drastic amount of beer, you place it down on the counter then rest your elbows on the counter, as you stay leaning against it.

“If I’m lucky, maybe both.” You say sarcastically, raising your eyebrows up and down before rolling your eyes. “Nah, whenever we finish this hunt I thought you might like to do some tourist bullshit in the city. We deserve some bonding time that doesn’t involve hunting.”

Stevie gasps dramatically, “No motel hookups for you? That’s surprising.”

You laugh and hit her arm with the back of your arm.

“I don’t even need to doubt that you’re my sister. Anyways, yes we deserve an actual break. One that doesn’t include drinking to get drunk or waking up with a person you don’t even know.”

Stevie smiles and raises her beer bottle to you.

“To a well deserved break.”

You roll your eyes and grab your beer once you turn around, “To a well deserved break.”

Just across the diner sitting in a booth, Dean shifts in his seat once he eyes the back of you and your sister from afar, standing at the counter with your backs turned. The leather jacket clings to your body just like the light blue jeans you wear. He bites his bottom lip almost as if he was in agony as his eyes were glossing from the top of your head to your back and down to your ass as he checked you out.

He doesn’t know it was either of you, but all he sees are two hot women from behind and he slammed his beer down in smiles.

“Dude.” Sam looks up at his brother once he stands up from the booth.

“Sam, we are in freaking New York. The chicks out here know what they want.”

He fixes his jacket, popping up his collar and takes a step forward.

“We’re on a hunt! Besides, don’t be a creep, there’s families here.”

“Never stopped me before.” He slaps Sam on the shoulder. “There’s two of them and two of us. Let’s get some, Sammy!”

Stevie and you are drinking beers and discussing some book the two of you finally finished reading -- this was your favorite thing you and your sister shared, other than hunting, books were a good way to escape your harsh reality as a hunter.

“I don’t understand why she had to end up with him.” Stevie rolls her eyes. “I get the time period of it all, but surely she could’ve fucking been the one to end that gender role of marrying an asshole of a rich guy and be her own person? She was smart!”

“I don’t think that’s what it was about.” You say, tilting your head and looking around as you think about the book.

“Well, she didn’t have to marry him!”

“Well, she did.” You pat Stevie on her back in sarcastic comfort.

“It’s called Pride and Prejudice! How did that end up having a happy ending?” Stevie practically yells as she complains about Jane Austen’s book.

“Alright there, calm down.” You laugh. “I’m sure we can find a new book where the main girl doesn’t fall for a man and stays on her own.”

“Or better yet, falls in love with a woman. Could it kill these writers to have some or decent representation?”

“You’re not wrong there.”

“When am I ever wrong?” Stevie pridefully says, as she stuffs her face with french fries.

Before the conversation went further, you hear heavy footsteps coming from behind you. You were beginning to hope it wasn't anyone trying to hit on you or your sister and that it was just someone trying to order food or their check.

"So uh, what's the deal? You two best friends, sisters?" A gruff voice asks, attempting to flirt as he lets out a laugh. "My brother and I have a booth if you wanna join us, or you know a motel room eventually."

"Dude." You hear another voice say. "Seriously?"

"Uh- not together. No, nope that is so not what I meant."

You furrow your brows and let out a chuckle, turning around coming in contact with those wide greens eyes you know. The guy's cocky smile fades and his mouth goes ajar.

"Well shit, Sam and Dean." You raise your brows as your heart starts to pound just a tiny bit faster than normal. It's Dean. “Hi boys.”

"Hitting on women in a diner? Have you finally hit a low, Dean?" Stevie jabs at him, smiling and looking at Sam. "Has he?"

Her head tilts to Sam and they both laugh as they embrace each other in their arms for a warm, welcoming hug while laughing.

Dean is still stuck frozen once he has the realization it's you. Still in shock at the fact that he had embarrassingly flirted with the person he hadn’t seen in two years, someone he was a complete jerk to. Your eyes don't leave him and you both weren't so sure how to greet each other since the last time you saw him.

"Dean, I know you want to protect me but you forget I do the same thing you do. How can you be so stubborn?"

"Because I can't lose you and it's best that you go. This yellow eyed demon is no joke," he says your name and pleads. "If I can make sure you go, I can make sure that you and your sister are safe."

"But we're all family." You argue. "And family stays together, fights together."

"Family doesn't let family die."

"Which is why we won't leave you and Sam to do this on your own." You make a point but Dean shakes his head. "So that's that then? Won't let me help find your dad, the one who saved me and my sister's life? I owe it to him to help."

"He wouldn't want you to help."

"You don't know that."

"Of course I do! If my dad doesn't even want us looking why would he want you to risk your life?"

"Don't you see it Dean? You just said it yourself, don't be a hypocrite and don't you dare push me away. We've been through too much together, let me help. I love you, okay? I love Sam and I'd do anything for you guys."

"We can't keep doing what we're doing. I don't want to see you dead for me or for my dad."

Dean looks away as tears form in his eyes as he tries to ignore the three words you told him.

He rubs his hand over his face and through his short dirty blonde hair.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I'm doing this to keep you safe."

"But you are hurting me, Dean. My heart -- listen, please don't push me out. I'm a goddamn hunter this is what we do, it's just another case."

"It's not just another case. It’s better you're hurt and far away from me than dead because of me."

You look away from his eyes once the memory of your last encounter with him pops in your head. A smile forms on your face as your sister leaves Sam's embrace and nudges Dean in his arm to hug her. Dean looks away, pulls your sister in and smiles.

You roll your eyes at Sam's huge smile then engulf him in the biggest bear hug ever. You take a step back to lean against the bar again not wanting to embrace the guy who hurt you— the guy who was a hypocritical coward that night, even though you wanted nothing more to be in those arms again.

"It's good to see you. What's going on?" Sam says, pulling away and waiting for your sister and you to explain.

"How long has it been?" Dean clears his throat to pull himself together as you feel his eyes on you, but you're not sure how long you can stand it.

"Been too long." You smile sadly at him. "We just finished up a case back in California, bunch of werewolves."

"And you're here in Albany now, why so far?" Sam asks.

"Besides wanting to see the city again, I hear there's some vamp activity around town, so we figured to take a quick beer break and then dive right into research." Stevie explains.

"Well look at that." Dean smiles at Sam before glancing down at you and your sister. "We're already on it."

You furrow your brows, "aren't you gonna let us join you boys? For old times sake?"

You're not sure why you said it, because seeing Dean was something you weren't so sure you wanted. Of course you missed him, of course you wanted him back in your life...but knowing Dean, he'd be too stubborn to let that happen. But your thoughts were shaken by Dean accepting the offer.

"Hell yeah, let's do this and get this son of a bitch."

"There could be more than just one, Dean." Sam says, as Stevie and you laugh.

"Then...let's get these sons of bitches."

"Sam, I have so much shit to tell you." Stevie grabs Sam's arm and pulls him away towards the booth as she pats Dean on the shoulder when she walks by him. "Let's let them catch up."

You catch on to what your younger sister is doing, acting like she's in her teens again and playing matchmaker. You scoff as the two of them head back to the booth and geek out over previous cases they wished they could've done together. See those two were like the closest friends you'd ever seen, and despite Dean practically kicking you out and pushing you away, Sam and Stevie kept in touch.

"Those two," Dean sighs as he tries not to be awkward. "When are they gonna get together, am I right?"

Taking a step back to lean on the counter of the bar again, your brows furrow and you cringe at the thought.

"What? I'm serious."

"Dean, my sister is not into Sam."

"Oh come on, look at how she looks at him."

The two of you glance over at the booth to see them smiling brightly at each other, her eyes wide as she seems to be telling him a story. You scoff and lift the beer up to your mouth and scoff. Dean leans next to you, staring with a questionable look.

"Gosh, you are so damn oblivious. You think you'd know someone practically your entire life and they don't know..."

He looks at you trying to understand, his eyebrows raised while his mouth goes slightly agape.

"My god Dean, she's into women!"

You stare at Dean's face as he's trying to figure it out, then frowns while nodding his head while with a small smile.

"Makes sense."

"Oh does it now?" You laugh. "And how exactly does that make sense?"

"I'm just saying, I mean there was that one time she got mad at me for checking out a college chick. She knocked me in the face, remember? I thought it was because I was supposed to be focusing on the case, but I guess not. Maybe she was jealous-”

"My god."

The conversation ends in laughter, awkwardly of course, as you both stand there at the counter drinking and letting your siblings catch up. You are beginning to feel overwhelmed by his presence and you try and take a few steps forward before he catches onto your wrist with urgency.

"Listen," Dean starts as he says your name. "The last time we spoke-"

"We don't need to talk about it." You get out of his soft grasp , down your beer then slam it on the counter.

"But-"

You smile bitterly, "It's all good! Once this case is over you don't gotta ever see me again like we discussed."

And with that, you walk towards the booth where your sister and Sam hang out eager to get the night and case over with.

Most of the night in the diner goes smoothly as you all get caught up with each other's lives and the cases you've been on since the last time you saw each other.

"How's uh, life been going?" Dean raises his brows in your direction as he stands up and sits in your side of the booth, after you sit back down from letting your sister out of the booth. Sam and her go to grab more beer for the four of you, leaving Dean and you alone yet again.

"Like always it's been...well you know how it is." You roll your eyes. "Been chasing cases and never really stopping."

"Looks like you were stopping tonight."

"Having a drink before another case? I don't think so. The last time I stopped hunting it wasn't so fun."

"Why's that? Finished all the beer in the town you were in?"

"Very funny Dean."

He sits back in the seat and rests his arm on top of the booth which are a few inches away from your shoulders. You shift in your seat, feeling uneasy because of the awkwardness. That, or because of the fluttering butterflies you got when he was near you.

"Hey, I'm just saying. Our breaks don't get to be fun, or even relaxing. Lucky we get a few hours of sleep at most, or something else." He wiggles his brows. "There wasn't anything fun to do besides hunting?"

"After the last time we saw each other...you know. Us hunters don't get breaks, remember? I kept working case after case, drinking even though I didn't like it I even went back to motels with different people I would never even talk to again."

Dean furrows her brows in question, "Different people?"

"I tell you all that and that's what you take from it? Dumbass."

"Sorry, I just didn't-"

"Know. That's alright, I never told anyone. I didn't think it made a difference from who I am, you know? Anyways, besides being bisexual Dean, I was a wreck. My sister really helped me but I don't think I'm over things."

He leans forward and reaches his hand out for you.

"Listen-”

"Dean, I'm serious when I say we don't need to talk about what happened. It's over with and after this case I was-"

"Look, my dad died." Dean begins to explain but you cut him off again.

"I heard," your head drops down and away from his gaze, but your hand finds him on the table. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I took it serious when you told me to stay away."

"It's alright, I guess I kind of deserve that." He shrugs. "But I need you to listen to me when I say the things I said to you then.. you didn't deserve me yelling in your face and saying harsh shit. I just wanted to keep you and your sister safe, away from that demon."

You raise your head and turn back to look at him in slight disbelief.

"I've handled a demon or two before Dean."

"Not this one, this one had yellow eyes and was too powerful and dangerous. I couldn't get you mixed up with that and I couldn't put you at risk."

"But why Dean? I really don't understand why you wanted to push me away?"

You were too scared to admit to yourself that maybe it was because he really did love you. Although it was unsaid, you both knew the feelings you held for each other were real and they were there. But to say it out loud? That was something else.

He stutters but words don't come out.

"Forget it." You say, as you see Sam and your sister walking back to the booth.

"I do want to fix things." Dean quickly says before his brother and your sister come back to join you guys.

Your eyes stay fixed on him as he drinks away the beer and plays around with the new plate of fries you know Dean and your sister wanted. The conversation gets away from the both of you, and instead Sam and your sister spend the most time talking and occasionally poking fun at Dean and his moments from the past.

The four of you leave the diner and make it back to a motel not so far from where it is. You drive the truck you've had for a few months with your sister in the passenger seat, following the impala to the motel.

"So, did it feel awkward?"

"What?" You ask your sister glancing from her then to the road.

"Seeing Dean again." She shrugs. "I mean the last time we saw them, he basically screamed and kicked your ass out on the curb."

"Our asses." You say. "That was what, two years ago? It didn't... feel awkward... it just felt sad. I'm sure you felt the same."

"Yes, but that's different. I'm not sad like how you are because I'm not the one who's in love with one of them."

"I'm not in love with Dean." You sigh in annoyance, even though you know she's right and made a good point but you wouldn't ever admit it.

“I never said Dean.”

You scold at Stevie and grip the steering wheel tightly, “My statement still stands.”

"Sure." She mutters.

You pull up next to the impala in a parking space and roll your eyes as you grab your bag and make way to get a room for your sister and you. As you all get settled down in your rooms, you meet back in the Winchester's room and pile on the books and research. All in unsettling silence or an occasional info dump from Sam or Stevie, you and Dean would steal glances at each other. After an hour or so of research your sister and you took a vending machine break and let the boys read this time (the last time you worked on a real case with them, you were stuck with the pile of books so it was only right).

A bit later you came back into the motel and the atmosphere between the brothers were off as Dean looked agitated and a bit exhausted. Without figuring out what was happening like you used to do, you let things go and decided that you and Sam would leave and pick up food for everyone, leaving your sister with Dean to research more through books and the laptop.

Sam decided he wanted to drive, so he took the keys to the Impala and Dean didn't even protest against it. Once the two of you arrive back at the twenty-four hour diner, Sam orders inside a bunch of mixed foods; breakfast stuff and coffees for everyone just in case you all wouldn't get a chance to eat breakfast in a few hours. The two of you wait outside for the food, holding paper cups of coffee as you stand by the impala.

"What's up with Dean, Sam?" You lean on the impala as Sam and you wait for the food you're picking up for everyone. "Eager to have us join this case and work together? What's next, singing kumbaya in a bar or around a damn campfire?"

Sam looks down on the ground for a moment as if he's hesitating, thinking of a way to tell you without being the one to break your heart.

"You know how Dean is...protective." Sam says as you nod your head.

"Oh I know," your eyes go wide, "which is why he doesn't seem like his one hundred percent self tonight."

Sam stays silent for a few minutes, as you were staring up at him painterly waiting for him to answer.

"Well?" You plead.

"His time..." Sam is hesitant, unsure if he should be telling you his brother's truth. "His time is running up and he did it for me."

"Time is running up? What the fuck does that mean?"

"He made a deal with a demon."

"He made a deal with a goddamn demon?" Your pulse begins to quicken as your face scrunches as panic rises in your throat.

"He's got a year to live and if he tries to stop it he'll die right then and there."

"A year?" Your voice trembles as your words barely make it out your mouth. Backing away from Sam you hear him try to console you but your hand goes up and he stops walking.

"What a way to reunite.” You close your eyes and shake your head. “Fuck.”

Your mind is racing with thoughts and your heart begins to break, knowing that Dean and you might never get a chance ever.

"Wait, is that why he let us join this case?"

Sam nods with empathy, "Probably. I think this is probably a way to make amends with you, make things right before he you know...dies."

"Fucking dick." You scoff. "So he just thinks just because he's gonna die that I'll forgive him? Why is he so selfish?"

"Look, he took a deal with a crossroads demon. My life, for his. I'm upset, angry too but you know how Dean is."

"Yeah he's a dumbass." You sit back onto the impala and bite your lip to stop yourself from crying.

Sam scoffs, "yeah, he is. He did it for me but I just can't help but feel like I need to save his life now."

"Can we?" You ask him quickly. "Is there anything I can do to help, to help save him before his time is up?"

"We could hunt the demon down. But look, I know Dean wouldn't want me anywhere near this, and if he finds out that you know, things will be different."

"As if it isn't already."

"I know it hurts and I know all about what happened, trust me I've tried talking to him about it. I know he's only got a year but if he wants to be at peace with the people in his life the least you can do is hear him out. I'm serious when I say give him-"

"I'll listen, but I want to talk to him." You stand up and make your way to the passenger side and open the car door, resting on top as you wait for Sam.

"About it all, everything."

"Yeah, okay. But what about the case?"

"We'll work in teams. Watch out for my sister, she'll watch out for you. Dean and I will go together and I'll talk to him then."

You sit down in the car and slam the door, slightly cursing to yourself that it might've been too hard. But then you remember Dean isn't driving — he won't know. Sam gets in the car and starts her up.

"He'll try and talk you out of it all. Dean...he's pretty adamant about wanting to be saved. If he.. if he even goes near trying to get out of the deal, he'll die. We all know how he is, with or without this deal he's protective and never wants people he cares about to get in danger because of him. And I agree with that sometimes.”

You stay quiet.

“Look, you're family and I can't let you and your sister just let everything go and help us."

You furrow your brows at him almost as if you're about to scold him, but also because you're starting to feel worried.

He says your name, “just because I'm not the one you love doesn't mean I won't be as protective as him. Talk to him if you want, just know his mind is pretty much set on this deal."

You look down in your lap and play with your fingers as you anxiously think about Dean's deal and wanting to talk to him. After Sam explains that he's pretty straight on the deal, it makes you nervous to tell him you know. You nod your head then turn to look out the window as he begins to drive back to the motel. The more you began to think, the more worried you were on how you were going to focus on this case and even muster up the courage to confront Dean about the past, his deal and the things unresolved between the two of you.

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“And that, is the story of my favorite steak.” Yoongi finished his ramble, lifting his glass in the air in some form of a cheers before drowning it in one go. Pressing your lips together into a straight line you tried your best not to laugh. You felt Jungkook’s hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze as he sat beside you. They all knew how Yoongi could get after he’d had a few drinks too many. The guys had invited you along for a group dinner, knowing that Jungkook would love for you to come. The two of you hadn’t been able to see each other often these past few weeks, both busy doing your own things. It had been a wonderful thought to spend the evening with your boyfriend and his friends before getting back towards your real life. Jungkook had been clinging onto you since you’d entered the dorm earlier tonight and refused to keep his hand further than a certain distance from your body at all time. “Wonderful, I really liked that part of the cutting. Didn’t you, Jimin?” Hoseok asked, and the younger boy nodded but dared not to say anything, a snort threatening to escape him. Yoongi turned towards him, placed a hand on his shoulder and gazed deeply into his eyes as he said, “That’s where the masterpiece is created.”

At once the entire table lost its cool and laughter bursted from every single one of you. In an instant you were the loudest table in the entire restaurant as you all tried to compose yourself. You had never seen anyone create such a hypnotic and dedicated story about a piece of meat. Jungkook’s head fell back beside you, a loud and high pitched laugh escaping him before he stared around with twinkling eyes. You loved seeing him this happy and carefree. Moments like these, you wished you could take pictures from and save them somewhere, so you could watch them over and over again. As if feeling your gaze on him, he turned his head to look at you and nudged you with his shoulder while giving you a smile. “So, you two decided whether you’re going on that holiday or not?” Seokjin asked, watching the two of you interact as he was the one who had ended up siting in front of you. He’d complained like a little child at the start of dinner, complaining that he would have to watch the two of you flirting with each other all night. Attention got diverted from the steak and you felt all eyes point at you as you leaned your elbow on the table and rested your chin in the palm of your hand. “Not yet, we’re not sure…” You muttered, glancing sideways at your boyfriend.

At the start of the year the two of you had decided that it’d be nice if the two of you would be able to take a trip together. It was one of the things the two of you hadn’t done since you were together. Obviously there wasn’t a lot of time for traveling due to your busy schedules and the trip had been delayed. Last month, it had been Jungkook who had brought it up again, suggesting that maybe the two of you should just go. But back then you had been in the middle of promotions, chin deep in work and it had just seemed an impossibility for you to make time for something so selfish. The guys kept encouraging you to take some time to yourselves, but so far the two of you still hadn’t actually said you’d go. “We should just drop them off at the airport, they’ll never leave on their own accords.” Taehyung said, nibbling some food of his fork as he gave the two of you a weirded smile. Pursing your lips, you couldn’t deny that what he said wasn’t true. Beside you, Jungkook straightened against the back of his chair and snaked his arm across of your shoulders. “We’ll go, one day.” Hoseok snorted at that, refilling his glass with the red wine which stood at the head of the table. “Right, you mean the day when the two of you are forced to go on your honeymoon?” Another round of snickers broke loose from the others as Jungkook’s cheeks flushed bright red.

He swapped at the guy sitting beside him, who groaned and rubbed the spot where he’d been hit. “Laugh all you want, at least I’ve got someone to take with me. Perhaps you can ask that girl from the cafe you met last week?” Jungkook noted, and this time it was Hoseok who gained some color as he lifted his glass to his mouth and pretended being too busy to drink to respond. “We could all go together, it’ll be fun.” Jimin proposed, to which everyone gave some sound of agreement. Everyone was in need of a few days off it seemed. “I know where I’d go if I could chose.” Taehyung said, a bright look on his face as waiters arrived and started cleaning up the empty plates in front of you. Namjoon lifted a curve brow at his younger friend, wondering what he’d come up with this time. Jungkook had once told you that Taehyung could think of the weirdest travel destinations one could possibly imagine. A waitress appeared beside you, picking up your plate and cutlery. Tilting your head you smiled at her, wanting to thank her for her service, but your words died on your tongue at that same moment.

You were used to getting those glares, you got them all the time. People seemed to think it was what you deserved after you’d stolen away their golden boy. Jungkook was loved by many, and jealousy was all over the place since the moment everyone heard you were dating him. You’d always told yourself not to take those looks personal, after all, they didn’t know you and they could only hate you for being in a relationship with Jungkook. The things they said, the looks they sent you, they couldn’t be pointed towards you as a person, but only because of what you had done. And you refused to apologize for loving someone. “I hope you enjoyed your dinner. Only may I advice you next time you order a smaller potion. You’ve started to look like a pig, especially in that dress.” The conversation the guys were having a moment before died out. A sudden silence fell over the table, and for a second the only thing you could hear was Hoseok sputtering as he choked on his wine. You could tell that Jungkook had gone rigid beside you. The girl simply continued to pile some plates on top of another as everyone stared her down. “Excuse me, what did you just say to her?” Jungkook’s harsh voice came from beside you, and you quickly hushed him by grabbing his arm and sending him a look. You didn’t want this entire thing to escalate, especially not in public.

But Jungkook wasn’t looking at you. He was sending daggers at the waitress, who couldn’t be much older than himself. She blinked up innocently at him and sent him a kind smile. It changed her entire face, and if you didn’t know any better you’d almost say she looked angelic. “Oh nothing, just that you deserve better. You clearly weren’t in the right state of mind when picking her as your so called girlfriend. I mean, everyone who looks close enough can tell it’s fake.But that’s alright, better ditch that ugly bitch while you still can, bigger and better next time right.” She actually had the nerve to wink at him before sending you another foul look. A terrible heat spread itself across of your face in the form of shame as she turned around and walked away. You dipped low inside of your seat, realizing that other people had turned around to look at you, some of them sending you looks of pity, others looking very confused. Your boyfriend had gone completely silent, shock visible all over his expression. But the eyes said it all. There was a rage building inside of them which told you that it was only a matter of seconds before he would take the matter in his own hands and start a scene.

“Alright that’s it, I’m not drinking another drop of this.” Hoseok spit as he placed his wine glass back onto the table with a loud clang, half of the content spilling over the rim and onto the table. Namjoon pushed his chair back and you could tell that even he was pushed towards anger, as red spots colored his cheeks. “I’m going to ask for the check. Gather up, we’re leaving.” He announced, and stopped for a second to squeeze your shoulder before he walked out of sight, his card in hand. The joyful sphere which had been hovering around all evening was gone in the blink of an eye, and you couldn’t help but feel horrible about it. “You don’t have to leave for me, I’m fine.” You reassured them, even though you could feel the insides of your skin pressing against your dress. You had been doubtful about your pick of clothing from the moment you had pulled this dress on. It sickened you, that someone was capable of making you feel this way. “We’re not paying for another thing here. I’d rather have some self cooked ramen at home than stay here one minute longer.” Jimin roared, his furious look shifting from left to right through the restaurant, almost as if checking if the girl dared to show her face again. Seokjin pushed his chair back without words, and pulled his jacket on with a blank expression. “Teach your staff some manners…Never heard anything like this…Unacceptable…”

You could hear Namjoon’s soft but stern voice coming from behind you and when you looked over your shoulder to see who he was talking to, you could tell the man in the suit beside him was probably the manager. Silently you raised from your chair, tugged on your coat and couldn’t help but cross your arms together, hoping to hide some of yourself behind them. Immediately you felt a strong hand grab yours, which tugged your shield apart, causing your arms to fall limp next to your sides. “Don’t you dare.” Jungkook whispered, pulling at your hand to get you closer to him. As soon as Namjoon returned and got inside of his jacket, everyone marched towards the door. You didn’t dare look sideways, afraid you’d see that woman again, and you weren’t sure if you could face her now. “The steak wasn’t that good anyway!” Yoongi shouted through the entire room, and heads turned back into your direction as you made for the exit. Together you all huddled out on the street, making your way back towards your cars. Everyone remained silent, but you could tell it was loaded. Everyone had something to tell about what had just happened, they were just waiting for the right time to say it. Jungkook pulled you along with him, stopping at the back of Seokjin’s car, who you had arrived with earlier. Namjoon joined you and ushered the other guys on, who had gotten here with Hoseok and were all rushing to get into the vehicle.

Without words Jungkook opened the door for you and stepped aside to let you in. You made yourself small, and let out a deep breath when you settled down on the backseat. As soon as everyone got in Namjoon started the radio, turned up the volume and led his friend into a conversation about songwriting. Though you knew better than to believe they weren’t secretly listening to everything that would be sat behind them. They were just trying to give you the illusion that you had some privacy here, which you loved them for. After taking a deep breath Jungkook turned towards you in the cramped space, and you tried to keep your face neutral as he studied it. “That woman…. You know she was just jealous of you, right?” He said, checking your reaction. You swallowed, and turned your head so you could stare out of the window. Night had fallen, but you knew that if you hadn’t been interrupted you would have been inside of that restaurant for many hours still. “Hey, look at me.” His voice softened as he placed his fingers underneath your chin and turned your head back to his. Blinking rapidly you tried your best to hide how you truly felt, but knew he’d be able to see straight through you. A fast pop song was playing, and you could tell that Namjoon was currently having a conversation with himself as Seokjin tried to focus on the road. Jungkook’s eyes drilled into yours, and you felt as if he was able to see straight into your soul and see all of your insecurities.

“This is exactly what she wanted. She wanted you to feel like this, by telling you lies. Don’t let her.” He pressed on, and you couldn’t help but scoff, thinking it was an easy thing for him to say. Your eyes roamed his body, his black shirt which clung to his chest, his thighs visible through his pants. He always looked as if he walked straight out of a magazine. Besides, it was easy to brush words off if they hadn’t been directed towards you. You hurtled through streets, making your way back towards their dorm. By what you could see over Jungkook’s shoulder, you must almost be there. You couldn’t wait for this night to end. His hold on your chin loosened and the tips of his fingers tickled down your jaw before he brushed some of your hair behind your ear. His gaze was smoldering as he pressed his thumb against your lower lip, causing your heartbeat to speed up. “You’re beautiful.” His voice was barely audible over the loud music. If either of the boys had heard his confession than neither made it look like it. Your breath fastened on its own as he suddenly leaned in, pressing up against you in the small space of the backseat. His lips brushed past your ear, making you want to cling onto something. “I’ve wanted to rip that dress off of you from the moment you came down in it.” He said so without shame, his voice husky as the car pulled to a stop in front of the dorm.

Pulling back, he wore a look of mischief on his face, and winked playfully while Namjoon turned off the radio and Seokjin shut down the car. “Alright, we’re back.” Namjoon said, as though the two of you hadn’t been able to notice. Your ears turned pink as you thought about what they had overheard about your conversation. Nobody made the first move to get out and after a while Namjoon turned around in his seat, giving you a apologetic look. “I’m sorry about what happened in the restaurant ______________. We never would have went there if we’d known something like that could happen.” He reassured you, and you felt terribly that he thought he owned you such a thing as an apology. You smiled at him, sending him a thankful look before patting hit hand which lay beside the headrest. “Don’t worry Namjoon, I’m fine. People like that, they just say stuff they don’t mean. It doesn’t have any effect on me.” You lied through your teeth, but it seemed to satisfy the boys, who clearly looked much more comfortable now. Their shoulders visibly relaxed as they shot you friendly smiles, the matter forgotten. Only Jungkook shot you a disbelieving look, and you stomped him against the shoulder as he shook his head and opened the door. Cold wind blew straight into your face as you got out of the car and stepped onto the driveway.

The others were already waiting for you outside, and Taehyung immediately came to your side, throwing his arm around you in a comrade kind of way. “Don’t let it get to you _____________.” He muttered, giving you a friendly squeeze against his side as he led you out of the cold and towards the front door. “Her sight was clearly as bad as my steak. If you resemble a pig, than I’m not sure I know what a pig looks like.” Yoongi blabbered from somewhere behind you. “She’s just jealous she isn’t the one wearing that dress.” Jimin joined in, and Hoseok joined in with a loud, “That’s right!” Your cheeks warmed because of all the sweet words, and you were glad when you finally got inside and the attention was no longer on you. Everyone slowly went their own way, two towards the bathroom to take a shower, two spreading themselves out in front of the TV to watch a movie, one trotting over towards the kitchen to get a drink and one towards the terrace to get some air. Only Jungkook remained, glued to your hip. “Come on.” He muttered softly, tugging your hand and navigating you towards his bedroom. He shut the door behind himself as you wove deeper inside, shrugged off your coat and lay plopped down on top of the huge bed.

You jumped up and down a few times, the suspension of the bed giving into your weight. You knew you’d feel better about this in the morning, but tonight, you just wanted to drown in self pity. “You know, perhaps this entire thing wasn’t as bad.” Jungkook suddenly stated as he loosened the button of his jeans and began to lower them down his legs. You tracked his movements, watching him intently inside of his boxers as he reached for his sweatpants and began to pull them on. You were so concentrated on this you even forgot to be annoyed by his words. “And why’s that?” You mumbled, ogling the way his fingers neatly made a knot with the strings, securing the sweats on his hips before he tugged out his shirt and replaced it with one of his old ones he referred at home. He showed off a blinding grin, pleased he had been able to give you a bit of a view before he made his way over to the bed. Without even the slightest bit of a warning his hands hooked themselves behind your knees and you squealed as he used his hold to tug you back towards the end of the mattress. “Because…” He said, leaning down, his face right in front of yours, noses touching. You could sense the smell of wine inside of his breath as he let go of your legs and placed his hands beside of your head.

“At least I’ve got you to myself now.” He remarked before pressing a quick peck to your lips and throwing himself onto the bed beside you. You bounced slightly underneath his weight, and you rolled your eyes at his cheesy words. “I’m not in the best mood.” You warned him, hoping he wasn’t expecting too much from your alone time. There was no way you were getting naked in front of him tonight, not with all of these thoughts stuck inside of your mind. He scoffed and scooped you up as if you were some kind of feather and you giggled as he rolled you on top of himself. Folding your hands underneath your chin you wanted the way his hair fell in front of his eyes as he stared up at you. “I still can’t believe she had the nerve to say that to you. We were all there, we could all hear her.” He mused, pushing your hair back so it wasn’t falling in front of your face. You shrugged and followed the stitching on the collar of his shirt. His hands folded together in the small of your back, hugging you close. “That’s probably exactly what she wanted. She wanted to confront me in front of you, just to make sure I wasn’t the only one who knew she’d humiliated me.” You said, frowning as you stared at his collarbone peaking out from underneath the shirt.

“But she didn’t, humiliate you.” Jungkook suddenly said, and you shot him a disbelieving look, wondering if he had attended a different dinner than you had. Before you could make a remark about that he quickly came to his own defense. “The only person she humiliated is herself. We all know you’re beautiful, no matter what people say. Once her manager is done with her, I’m sure she’ll regret causing a scene like that.” He explained, shrugging as thought what he said made perfect sense. You felt yourself blush but kept quiet never the less. No matter how much you disliked everything that had happened, you couldn’t help but be pleased with his flattering words. The corners of your lips tugged upwards as he rolled you over, careful to keep up his weight as not to crush you underneath him. “Besides, she’s probably right. I wasn’t in the right state of mind when I fell for you.” He said, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, the tips of his lashing brushing against your throat, causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin.

“Is that quite so?” You asked, coming your fingers through his soft hair, tugging it slightly at the nape of his neck. He hummed playfully and you could hear the smile inside of it. “After all, I was a love sick fool.” He whispered, causing your heart to stutter inside of your chest. Pulling at his hair, he lifted his head and you were quick to guide his lips down on top of yours. His kiss was passionate as his hand slipped down the side of your body, stopping on top of your hip to keep hold on you. He gently nibbled at your lower lip, causing your nails to dip inside of his biceps. He chuckled, pressing sweet pecks down your jaw before putting one on top of your nose. “Now, I think you should take off that dress.” He recommended, and you blinked up innocently at him. “Why? Because it makes me look like a pig?” You asked sweetly, and something inside of his look darkened as he curled his arm around your back, searching for the zipper himself. “No, because I love to see what’s underneath it.”

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Holiday in Cairo - Jonathan Pine x Reader(f)

Author’s Notes: Alright, here we go. I’m branching out into the other fandoms that I’m in. Hopefully you all won't send me hate for this lol.

Word Count: 2k+

Notes/Warnings: minor harassment, fluff, flirting, a sleazy friend, more flirting

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You’d just wanted to be alone. This holiday with your friend was meant to help you relax but all she’d done was add to your stress. It started with her harassing the airline about upgrading your seats and went on from there. It seemed like nothing pleased her...except maybe the male staff at the hotel.

From a first glance, it may look like you were jealous of her but the truth was you were just over it. You’d known her for years and the amount of men she’d gone through was astounding.

So, when she found herself, once again, occupied by the bell boy, you’d managed to slip away to the hotel bar.

The Nefertiti Hotel was swanky to say the least and it’s amenities were extensive. Lucky for you, your friend had “persuaded” the bartender to give the both of you free drinks for the entirety of your stay.

You waved him over to ask for your second drink when a man sat in the seat next to you and leaned in uncomfortably close.

“Whatcha havin’, sweetheart?” He croaked in your ear.

When you finally looked at him he clearly surpassed you in age by at least three decades. You scoffed, “Nothing from you, thanks.”

The bartender looked at you and you met his eyes, praying that your silent look of help was received. He walked away without getting you a drink and made his way to the phone at the other end of the bar.

The man beside you inhaled and put his hand on your knee.

You swatted it away, “Hands off, old man,” you said with a glare.

“Come on, darlin’, I’m just getting you warmed up. I’ll pay real good.” He smirked.

You could teall he’d had a few too many.

“I’m not a hooker.” You spoke as clear as possible in hopes that your message would penetrate his thick skull.

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, and I’m the queen of England.”

“I’m serious. Beat it.” You were really at the edge of your limits. If he didn’t get out of that chair in three seconds you were going to swing on him, old man or not.

The man snarled at you then took a deep breath, as if he had something nasty to say but before he could,

“Excuse me, Miss Y/L/N?”

A tall, dirty-blonde, gentleman with a name tag on his left shoulder put a hand at the back of your chair. ‘Jonathan Pine’, it read.

The old geyser beside you faltered and his face washed over with something you couldn’t quite place. Shock, guilt maybe?

“That’s me,” you answered.

“I must apologize for Mr. Harris’ lack of propriety.” He patted Mr. Harris on the shoulder before gripping it so firmly that the old man winced. "Unfortunately, Mr. Harris is, once again, at the wrong hotel. Also, sir," he smiled at Mr. Harris, "Your wife called looking for you. She seemed quite worried, something about a medication for-"

At this point, the old man had lost all aggression and now wore a mask of shame. “Yes, yes. Aright, I’m going!” he shushed Jonathan, clearly embarrassed.

Jonathan smiled and held an arm out, showing him the way to the door. Once Mr. Harris exited the doorway to the bar a large man followed closely behind him to make sure he left the property.

Jonathan turned to you, "My apologies. Are you alright?"

You could only nod.

His smile to you was much less forced than it was a moment ago. "Mr. Harris has been here every night for the last week. Thankfully, his wife confessed that tonight was their last night in Cairo. You shouldn't have to deal with him again. Oh, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Jonathan Pine. I’m the night manager here.”

“Pleasure,” You squeaked out.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

You were stunned. He was gorgeous and kind and talking to...you. "I- um, no, no. It's fine, I'm fine."

"Please, are you sure you're alright? I saw him touch you. Shall I phone the police?"

Your eyes widened. "No, no. It's-" Well, it wasn't fine but you were already embarrassed from all the attention he was giving you. "Really, it's okay. Thank you for making him leave."

He waved the bartender over, "Another for her please." He turned back to you, "How about this. Tomorrow, around, say 10 a.m., you head down to the spa and I will make sure you are well relaxed, full treatment, on the house."

"Oh, my gosh, no. I can't let you do that," you flushed.

"I'm afraid my mind is quite made up." He smirked.

You put your head in your hands as you leaned on the bar top. "This is so embarrassing."

He sat beside you but not before adjusting the chair so that he was a full two feet from you. "Why on earth is this embarrassing? You were wronged under my watch and I intend to make it up to you."

"You don't even know me." You finally looked to him, having been given your second glass of liquid courage.

"I know you're not a hooker."

You laughed and nearly choked on your drink. You nodded, “Right.”

He chuckled beside you.

“I really do appreciate you getting rid of him, though.”

“Of course.” He smiled. There was a pause between you for a moment. He looked like he was about to say something when another gentleman approached him.

“Mr. Pine,” He said slightly timidly, “I’m sorry to interrupt but you’re needed at the front desk.”

“Yes, thank you.” He answered and then turned to you. “I’m afraid duty calls.”

“Of course,” you smiled at him, although you couldn’t say you weren’t disappointed that he had to leave.

“I hope you enjoy your day tomorrow. Remember ten o’ clock sharp.”

Right, the spa. “Ten o’ clock, got it. Thank you, Jonathan.”

He paused when you said his name and smiled at you. “Have a lovely evening Miss Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” you corrected.

“Y/N.” He nodded. “Good night.”

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Your day at the spa was absolutely wonderful. Jonathan had made sure that the staff treated you like royalty. Or at least that's how you imagined it. In all honesty there may have been a fancier package or services that you didn’t receive but it didn’t matter. What he had arranged for you was a dream. Massage, facial, mani/pedi. It was heaven.

Your friend, Olivia, hadn’t seemed to even notice you’d been gone all day. No text or calls asking where you were, nothing. You figured you should be upset about it but if you were honest with yourself, it was actually kind of nice.

You walked out into the lobby in your day dress and found Olivia in the lounge with a man at her side. You rolled your eyes.

Something made her turn around and she caught sight of you.

“Y/N!” She smiled and waved you over. “There you are! I’m famished, let’s head into town for dinner.”

“Just the two of us?” You asked, glazing quickly at the man- no boy… he couldn’t have been over twenty.

“Of course, sily. Who else would be coming.” She hopped up from the couch and made her way to you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the front doors.

You looked over your shoulder at the boy she’d abandoned and were surprised to see that he didn’t seem offended. In fact, he stood up and put on his work shirt, buttoning the buttons and adjusting his name tag before walking off.

You rolled your eyes, of course.

Dinner would have been lovely if Oliva’d had any tact at all. Instead, she relentlessly flirted with the wait staff and even “snuck” off to the employee bathroom.

You’d finally had the last of it.

When Olivia returned to her seat you lashed out.

“Really?” You looked over at her incredulously. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“Enough of what?” She actually had the nerve to look confused.

“Tell me, how many people have you slept with since we left my apartment? Hm? Twenty, thirty? You are going to get tested, right?”

“Y/N!” She looked at you shocked.

You didn’t give her any more time to speak. “I mean, really. What is the point of bringing me along on trips like this? You don’t spend any time with me and on the off chance that we happen to be in the same place at the same time, you’re busy trying to find your next lay.”

Olivia’s jaw dropped.

“I appreciate you inviting me but, honestly, what’s the point?”

“Well!” Olivia finally composed herself enough to be offended. “Who I sleep with is none of your business-”

“We share a room, Olivia!” You shouted quietly, trying not to make a scene in the busy restaurant. “Who else’s business should it be?”

“Well,” Olivia started to collect her things, “Since you’re having such an awful time with me, maybe I’ll just leave.”

You shook your head. She was trying to make you feel bad but it wasn’t working. “Won’t be any different from the rest of the trip.”

She let out a, “Ugh!” and stormed off.

You took a deep breath and sipped on the last of your wine. It was a long awaited argument and you were relieved to get it over with.

On the one hand, Olivia was the reason you traveled so much but on the other, you shouldn’t have to wait for her to plan a trip to go somewhere. You decided right then and there that you’d start to travel more… by yourself, or at least with someone other than her.

“Excuse me?” A familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You looked up to see Jonathan standing beside you. He was in tan slacks and a white linen shirt. As relaxed as he looked he was still handsome.

“Hi, fancy seeing you here.” You offered a quick smile.

“I’m sorry but I happened to see what happened between you and Olivia and I wanted to see if you were alright.”

“Oh,” You wonder how he’d seen it.

“May I?” He asked and put his hand on a chair.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry. Please, sit.”

Jonathan sat beside you and waved over a waitress. “Another glass for the lady and a scotch for me, thanks.”

You waited for the waitress to leave before leaning onto the table. “‘I’m sorry but you said you...watched my fight with Olivia?”

“Yes, I stopped in for dinner before I have to go to work later.”

Ah, that made sense. “Right. Well, I’m sorry you had to see that then.”

“You don’t seem sorry.” He smirked.

“For upsetting her, no. That you had to see it, yes.”

The waitress returned with your drinks and both you and Jonathan took a sip.

“So, what was it about? If I may.” He asked.

You took a deep breath, “We just have very different ways of vacationing. I like to enjoy the amenities and she likes to tease the men.”

Jonathan laughed into his glass as he took another sip.

“This dinner is the most I’ve seen her in the past week and I’m glad to see her go.”

“Well, hopefully you can enjoy your holiday now.”

“I already am.” You flirted vaguely. “Thank you for the spa day, by the way. That was really kind of you.”

He nodded with a subtle smile. “I just hope it makes up for what you had to deal with last night.”

“I’ve had worse, honestly, but I still appreciate it. You’ll definitely be getting a rave review from me.”

“I didn’t do it for the review.” He looked at you seductively.

You raised your brows and chuckled. “Is that so.”

“Tell you what,” He perked up from lounging in his char and now leaned close to you. “How about I show you around town? A real tour, not the ones for tourists. Give you a proper holiday in Cairo before you go.”

“Oh?” You smirked.

“The food here is great but it’s nothing like the home cooked meals by the locals.”

“Sounds lovely.” You agreed.

“How about tomorrow?” He asked, taking your hand.

“Tomorrow? But don’t you work tonight? Won’t you be exhausted?”

“Oh we won’t go out until the afternoon.” He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand. “The best part of Cairo is it’s desert sunsets and I wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

You leaned closer and lowered your voice. “But then we’ll be all the way out there in the dark.”

“How fortunate for us.”

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Welcome To The Pack | Mendes Triplets Series | Part Nine | Shawn’s Ending

Summary: You’re a human who has moved in with the Mendes triplets as their newest housemate. You’ll have to learn to navigate life with werewolves, college classes, and your feelings for each guy. [fluff]

Word Count: 2.4k

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Shawn has a game against the college's long time rivals, the Cavaliers. He's nervous, been pacing the house all day. It's easily the biggest game of the season. You've been trying to get him out of his head all day, telling him it's just a game, that his team is incredible. You know he's stressed because he's the captain. It's on his shoulders to lead his team to victory.

"Do you wanna go somewhere with me?" Shawn asks around noon after hours upon hours of fretting.

"Like where?" You ask, curious to see what he has in mind. Anything would be better than his fretting.

"The diner. I uh...I used to have this tradition of going for milkshakes before games when I was in the local league as a kid." Shawn rubs his neck. "I stopped a few years back because I started getting into working out and it didn't fit in with my diet and...it's a stupid reason really. Anyway. Will you go with me?"

"Sure." You push your laptop off your legs and get up to grab your shoes. "Are you paying? I don't have a ton extra this month and-"

"I got it." He offers his hand and you take it to balance yourself as you pull your boots on. "It'd be rude to make you pay when I invited you out."

"Well, you'd be surprised. Some guys are real jerks about that."

Shawn wraps his arm around your shoulders. "Some guys are dicks. Well, most guys, but you probably know that. I try no to be a dick."

"You aren't Shawn, no worries. Let's go, I could use a chocolate shake and some fries."

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At the diner you and Shawn sit in the far corner booth away from everyone else. It's a little drafty due to the old windows but it's fine. Shawn notices you shivering despite your sweatshirt and peels off his hoodie for you, passing it over the table.

"Thanks." You put it on and it smells like fresh laundry and his cologne. It's the best combination of floral linen scented detergent and heady rich sandalwood. You aren't sure if he's gonna get this thing back later.

"Oh man, they have a cinnamon roll shake for the holidays." Shawn points to the menu where it's listed. "I have to get it. Are you getting chocolate? Because we could share?"

"Yeah, and fries. I like to dip the fries into the shake."

"You're a freak."

"Me? Take a look in the mirror Captain Canine."

Shawn's jaw drops and you smirk. "You’re ice cold. That is such a low blow."

"I'm teasing, I figured you could handle it." You reach across the table and poke his chest. "A big wolf like you, you could take a few jabs to the ego."

He chuckles and pushes you hand away. "Mmm and I can serve them just as good."

"Oh? Dish it up then."

He shakes his head. "I won't do that to you. I care about you too much to insult you mindlessly. I will draw the line at fries in a shake though. Inexcusably freakish."

"Don't knock it until you try it."

The waitress comes over and takes your orders, giving Shawn a few looks that make you feel a little uncomfortable, like she’s sizing him up to prey upon later. She walks away with a hairflip, a giggle and a very unnecessary squeeze of Shawn's shoulder. You watch her like a hawk as she disappears into the kitchen.

"You alright?" Shawn asks, hand waving in front of you.

"Yeah. Just...thinking." You turn your gaze to him and he leans his head on his chin, a single floppy curl hanging down between his eyes. He's due for a trim, he's starting to look more like Peter with that mop of hair. "You need a haircut."

"Uh uh. I wanna grow it out." He runs a hand through it and pulls it all the way up between his fingertips. "I want a sweet man bun."

"Oh no, Shawn no."

"Yes! Come on. I'd look so hot." He gathers his hair and twists it up into a tiny pouf between his fingers. "You love it."

"I do not. You look like a doofus. The headband for working out is ridiculous enough."

"Awww you're not nice. I love my headband."

You roll your eyes and he laughs. "Whatever you wanna do I guess."

"I'll cut it. I promise. It's getting in my eyes. I can't wear the headband under my helmet anyway, it's not comfortable. Maybe tomorrow I'll make an appointment. Anyway, what were you staring at the waitress for?"

"Nothing."

"It was not nothing. Are you jealous she was flirting with me?"

You roll your eyes but you don't deny it. You are definitely jealous.

"You are." Shawn coos teasingly. "It's alright, I get jealous too sometimes."

"Of what?"

"You." He chews his lip and before you can ask him why the waitress returns with your orders.

You smile at her and ask for two extra straws, clearly stating you'll be sharing both milkshakes together. Shawn reaches across the table and threads his fingers between yours. He smiles at the waitress and then you. The waitress looks down and she seems to take the hint that her flirting is not welcome.

You don't want to jump back into the jealousy conversation afraid that you might be wrong about Shawn's intentions. He doesn't seem to be playing games and he obviously had no problem showing the waitress he wasn't interested. But still...the lingering fear of rejection remains.

"So, are you still worried about the game?"

Shawn sips his shake and nods. "Always. Nerves means you care. If I wasn't fretting about it I'd be too cocky and that's not how you win games. I've got nerves, but they're good nerves."

"Well, I'm glad we could do something to help." You dip your fries into your chocolate. "Wanna try?"

"Gross. Sure." Shawn says as he opens his mouth and closes his eyes. "Do I have to finish it?"

"Yes." You giggle and pop the two fries in his mouth. "Enjoy it."

"It's weird."

"Says the guy who must drink milk when we have spaghetti."

"Okay, that's a real thing though!" He covers his mouth and swallows. "I am not the only one."

"Fries in shakes is a thing too. Ever heard of Wendy's frosties and fries? It's a thing there."

Shawn rolls his eyes and you steal his shake in retaliation. He tries to get it back but you start sucking it down. "Hey! That's- alright then!" He steals your fry basket and starts eating them quickly like a crazed man.

You end up snorting while laughing causing milkshake comes out of your nose, in turn making him laugh as well and gag on the fries. The two of you break out laughing so hard you're crying. You don't care if people stare at you for making noise. Shawn's smile, his eyes, his laugh, everything in that moment radiates pure love. Maybe you're not wrong about how he feels. Maybe...maybe you should let him know how you feel.

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You've done all you can to get Shawn to shake the nerves and before you part ways at the entrance to the ice rink, you give him a hug. He's got all his gear in a bag over his shoulder and he drops it in favor of holding you tight.

"You're gonna do great." You say, face smushed into his chest. "I promise you're gonna beat them. I'm your good luck charm remember?"

"Yeah," he laughs, pressing his nose into your hair. "I've won every game you have come to."

"Mmmhmm. And you'll win this one."

"I hope so." Shawn pulls back and smiles down at you. "I'll try not to look for you so much."

"You better not. I'll stay in the same spot."

"Actually," Shawn drops down on one knee and digs in his gear bag. "Here." He pulls out a jersey and hands it to you. "I can find you with this on."

"Don't you have to wear this?" You ask, taking the lump of fabric. You hold it up, turning it over to see MENDES printed on the back.

"It's my practice jersey. I know I gave you one for my first game but that one didn't have my name on it."

You grin, pulling it on over your sweater. "How's it fit?"

Shawn steps forward and bites his lip. "Looks good. Turn?" You do as he asks and he runs his hand over the name on the back. "Looks real good on you."

"Yeah? Feels kinda big."

"I meant the name."

"Oh." Your heart skips before going into overdrive, realizing he is flirting.

Shawn moves back around to face you and he's pink cheeked. "I have to go."

"Good luck." You lean forward to kiss his cheek and he cups your jaw as you pull away. For a moment your eyes meet and he looks like he's about to return the kiss. "Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

"You gotta go."

He guides your head up as he leans down to kiss your forehead. "I know." He pulls back and grabs his bag. "Oh, one more thing, earlier at the diner I wanted to ask you because I wasn't sure but...was that a date?"

"Do you want it to be a date?"

A little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he looks just a bit more pink in the cheeks. "Would it be okay if I did?"

"Yes." You smile, looking down at his jersey on your chest. "Go, we can discuss this later."

Shawn groans and looks to the locker room doors and back at you, as if torn between playing the game or spilling his heart out more. "But-"

"Go!" You laugh and shoo him away. "We have forever to talk, but the game is now."

"Alright alright." He turns and heads for the locker rooms, glancing back only once and you give him a stern look that makes him chuckle.

Your stomach is doing backflips and the second he's out of sight you let out a little jump of excitement. He is interested. He is. You aren't wrong. You grip the front of his jersey and take a deep breath before heading into the seating area.

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The game is incredible. It's a hard back and forth between the two teams. It comes down to the wire, the last shot being scored by Shawn with only six seconds left on the clock. The arena's cheers were deafening, everyone screaming and shouting for the team and Shawn. You're so proud of him, and when he looks for you in the crowd, you can only smile at him until your face hurts.

In the hall post game you wait, back against the cold bricks while Shawn and the team get undressed and ready to face the fans milling around in the hall surrounding you. Tonight is going to be a massive party, you already know of several going on. No doubt Shawn will want to go to some. You're just waiting to see him off, talk to him a little about earlier and tell him how amazing he played.

Two girls approach you, it's two of the ones from his first game that he declined invites from. They don't look too friendly.

"So, are you like Shawn's sister or something?" The taller one, a blonde, asks rudely.

"No. I live with him. We're housemates."

"Right...so did he give you that jersey?"

You look down at his huge jersey over your sweater. "Yes? I'm wearing it to support him and the team? What about it?"

The blonde rolls her eyes. "We figured you were dating him because usually the guys give their jerseys to their girlfriends. No idea why a girl like you would catch his eye though."

"It's none of your business if Shawn and I are dating, but thanks for that unwanted input."

"You-"

"Hey," Shawn's voice comes from behind the girls and they turn around, giggling over him. He's got on a fresh pair of clothes and his hair is damp from the showers. "You ready?"

"Y-yeah." You clear your throat and push down the angry tears that are threatening to bubble out from the rude girl. It's not that you want to cry, it's just that when you get angry it happens.

Shawn wraps his arm around you and walks you away while ignoring the other girls as they begin to attempt to talk to him. "Are you sure? You seem upset."

"I'm fine." You touch his jaw that's got a bruise starting on it, inspecting his soft skin. "You played amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

Shawn stops just outside the exit doors. He smiles and presses his cheek into your hand a bit. He leans down close and suddenly it feels very intimate. "I couldn't have done it without you." His eyes flick down to your lips and then back up. "You're my good luck charm after all."

"Yeah."

"Earlier today...were you flirting with me?" He whispers softly, head ducked close to you.

"Yeah, a little."

"If you're up for it...I'd like to see where this goes."

Your heart races and he grins big. "I'd like that."

"Good." He leans in, nose touching yours. "Can I?"

Your voice is barely a whisper but you manage a clear, "Yes."

"You're sure?"

You ball your fists in his shirt and nod just a little bit. With that he presses his lips to yours. He's soft, lips warm and plush. Your eyes fall closed and you can hear people shuffling out the door nearby. Shawn smiles, teeth pressing against your lips.

"I've been wanting to do that forever."

You open your eyes and they meet his, pure golden brown. "Me too."

Raul and Peter pull up in Shawn's Jeep and honk at the two of you. Shawn let's out a snarl, baring his teeth at his brothers for rushing him.

"Let's go! Parties are waiting!" Raul yells from the passenger side window.

Shawn lets out a soft growl, focusing on you instead of his brother. "Can I do it again?"

"Please?" You giggle and he leans in, kissing you and smiling against your lips. "Let's go."

"Mmm, I can’t wait to show off my girl who helped me win the game tonight." Shawn says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and heading to the Jeep.

"’Bout time," Peter laughs as you crawl in the back seat with Shawn in tow.

Raul looks back and smiles, shaking his head. "Hey gave you his actual jersey? Shit, he's serious."

"Damn right." Shawn growls, tugging you in and pressing his nose to your hair. You wrap your arm around his and he grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. You smile, not able to hold it back. You couldn't be happier.

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A jealous new year

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been working with Sam and Dean for the past two years. She had feelings for Sam almost instantly, but has never acted on them. The three hunters head to a bar on new years eve, and now that a guy that kinda looks like Sam is all over (Y/N) will he finally confess his feelings?

Word count: 2505

Warnings: Implied smut. Poorly written smut adjacent? Slight smut? Swearing, Unwanted advances. A dash of violence.

A/N: I just want to say a major thank you to every single person who has ever liked, commented, or reblogged my work this past year! It was my first year on here and you guys made it so amazing. It’s so hard to believe that I have close to 300 followers since I started this blog in May. Especially since I’m not too consistent with uploads (I’m working on that I promise). Also, if this story completely suck, I’m sorry. It’s my first time writing for Sam, and I wrote this in about two hours to get it out on the first of the year. One last thing in my super long note, I’m having knee surgery in two weeks so I’ll have more time to write. Please, please, please, feel free to send in requests.

Sam and Dean Winchester were never ones for traditions, with the exception of the family business that is. The only time they celebrated a holiday was when it was Dean’s last Christmas before he was sent to Hell. After that they got too busy with all of the apocalypse crap, and they just didn’t care anymore. Not even when they picked up you, the holiday queen.

While you were a hunter and researcher, never in one place for long, you still loved to celebrate the holidays. In a way it gave you some control and brought happiness in your otherwise hectic life. You soon learned that the boys wouldn’t even humor you and celebrate, deciding to ignore your festive spirit or yell at you on the stressful days that happened to line up with a holiday. In the two years you have been with the hunters, they’ve celebrated zero holidays with you.

Today is New Year’s Eve and you don’t even try to get them to celebrate with you, instead opting to get dressed up in your best dress and go get drunk. It’s close to nine at night when you’re dressed and ready to leave, hoping you can catch Dean on his way to a local bar.

When you leave your room you notice the bunker is completely silent, so you head to the library hoping the Winchesters are in there. The TV would typically have Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve on, you liked to watch it even though there was a two hour time difference between Kansas and New York, but you kept it off since the brothers are grumpy Gus’.

As expected the brothers were in the library searching for a new case, because they clearly don’t know how to sit still. The three of you had gotten home from a pretty nasty wendigo hunt late last night, and here they were already looking for a new one.

“Hey Dean, you heading out soon?” you ask the shorter brother.

“Yeah, in a lit- whoa,” Deans green eyes widen as he takes in your appearance. They’ve never really seen you all done up; nice dress, makeup, hair done nice, and a pair of heels.

“You’re not planning on going out like that, are you?” Sam asks incredulously. You nervously pull at the bottom of your dress.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” you say more confident than you feel. Sam’s scrutinizing gaze makes you self conscious.

His caring attitude had made you feel at home with them two years ago. The gratification and comfort soon twisting into desire and an intimate affection. You knew you stood no chance with him, so you pushed those feelings away almost as soon as they arose. If he saw anything in you, he would have stopped Dean’s constant flirting, right?

“When do you want to leave, sweetheart?” Dean openly checks you out, bringing back the confidence that Sam had just washed away.

“As soon as your ready,” you smirk down at his seated form. He quickly gets up and slips his leather jacket on, fixing his collar before twirling Baby’s keys around his index finger. You but on your black leather jacket, popping your collar with attitude. The jackets may not be weather appropriate, but they’re more for looks than warmth tonight.

“Wait for me,” Sam’s rough voice comes from behind you.

“You sure you really wanna go buzzkill?” Dean laughs. Sam ignores him as he roughly grabs his jacket and heads to the garage door. Dean and you makes exasperated faces at each other, tonight will sure be interesting.

Even though Sam made it to the garage first, you made it to Baby first and slid into the passenger seat. Sam grumbles as he makes his way to the backseat, leather squeaking as he gets into the car.

“Who’s gonna be the designated driver?” Sam asks gruffly.

“Not it!” Dean and you shout at the same time, making eye contact before giggling at each other. Sam grumbles from the back again, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Free drinks here I came,” you smirk as you step out of the Impala, fixing your cleavage to pop more. “See you in the new year boys,” you wink before walking ahead of them, making sure it’s obvious to the other guys you’re available.

There’s an attractive man at your side the moment you sit on one of the bar stools. The bar is packed, but minus your best friends this stranger was the most attractive guy in there. He’s taller than Dean, but shorter than Sam, and his hair is long like Sammy’s but he’s clean shaven. He’s bottom shelf Sam Winchester, but if that’s the closest you can get to having Sam you sure as hell are gonna take advantage of the opportunity.

“Whatcha drinking?” the blue eyed man grins down at you, eyes flicking to the girls.

“A rum and coke, but I wouldn’t mind a tall glass of you later,” you bite your lip and look up at him through your lashes.

You hear a gruff laugh come from your other side, your eyes flick over to Dean’s green ones. He’s smirking at your stupid line, that somehow made blue eyes melt. Sam’s glaring at the scene in front of him as a blonde waitress pushes her boobs into his arm. A surge of anger runs through you, but you ignore it as you turn back to the man graciously buying you a drink.

The TV behind the bar is playing Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve and you can’t help but grin, you won’t miss the famous ball drop after all. You and blue eyes, who’s name you learn is Jeremy, talk and flirt for the next twenty minutes. He’s not bad to look at, and he’s not completely boring. When the subject of work comes up you of course lie and say you’re a librarian, he comments about how he had a thing for his librarian when he was in grade school, which is a tad gross and too much information. Jeremy works for a fortune 500 company that you can’t remember the name of, and is in Lebanon on business. How many drinks have you had in twenty minutes?

Drunk voices shouting in unison alerts you to the fact that the countdown is staring on the TV. You turn and catch Dean’s eye, he quickly vacated the seat next to you for a group of sorority girls, some brunette is sitting on his lap and playing with his necklace. The two of you smirk and wink at each other, tonight's going to be fun. However, your smirk falls when your eyes land on Sam, he’s at the opposite side of the bar and glaring at Jeremy. You quickly turn away from him and back to those pretty blue eyes. They can’t compare to Sam's gorgeous expressive hazel eyes, but they’re still pretty.

Your painted lips meet Jeremy’s chapped ones when the ball has officially dropped. This kiss is too fast, too hard, too rough. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, you bite it playfully hoping he would catch your drift and back off. He doesn’t. Instead he pulls you off your stool and almost don’t catch your balance. His hands leave your back and slide down to grab your butt. Too fast.

You rest your hands on his chest, and push off of him hard. He laughs and licks his lips in an attempt to be sexy, but it just comes off as weird. Jeremy orders you another drink as you get back on the stool. You do a quick glance around the bar, lots of people are clearing out even though it’s not midnight, wanting to ring in the new year in someone's arms. Your eyes land on Sam’s figure as you thinking about being tangled in someone’s embrace, but all you get is his back. Your eyes slip down to his denim covered backside, the jeans hugging it deliciously. It takes you a second to realize he’s storming off to the bathroom.

Your eyes continue their search of the bar, and they meet Dean’s furrowed brows. You silently communicate with just the slightest changes in your facial features. He soon gets up and follows Sam, since you demanded he do so. He flips you the bird right before he turns the corner to the bathrooms. You turn back around to a pair of blues staring at you so intently.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your trying to get me drunk,” you’re voice comes out light and airy, even though the feeling of dread is sinking to the pit of your stomach. Jeremy tries to laugh it off, but there’s something in his smile that tells you you’re right.

Sam and Dean are gone for close to five minutes and you worry that they were attacked by a monster, they’re defenseless and probably wouldn’t be able to contact you for help. Just as your about to excuse yourself from Jeremy, Sam and Dean’s tall statures come into view. Dean walks back over to his sorority girl, while Sam sits heavily in a stool closer to yours. You try to get the taller mans attention, but he avoids looking in your direction.

“Lets get out of here,” Jeremy’s hand is on your ass again, this time giving it an unwelcome squeeze. He leans into you, lips brushing against your earlobe before giving it a painful bite.

“I’m happy here,” you slightly pull away from him, scared that he;ll snap if you retreat too quickly. His hand falls heavily on your thigh, too far up for your liking and you squeak in surprise. “What are you doing?” your voice raises slightly, alerting Sam to what's going on.

“Getting ready for you to repay me. After all, I did buy your drinks,” his grip tightens. All of your hunter instincts disappear, more scared now than on a solo vamp hunt.

“Get your hands off her,” Sam rips Jeremy’s sweaty palm off your bare thigh, voice gaining attention as it bounces off the paneled walls.

“Whoa man, calm down,” Jeremy looks around at all the eyes staring at us. “This is my girl, it’s called role-play.”

“She isn’t your girl, she’s my best friend. Now hands off,” Sam practically growls, fires burning bright in his hazel eyes. Your teeth gently gnaw on your bottom lip, Sam’s jealousy is undeniably sexy. “Let’s go (Y/N),” he grabs your hand and leads you to the exit.

“Whatever man,” Jeremy calls after you. “She’s just a whore, she was asking for it.”

Sam is in Jeremy’s face in two long strides, boots stomping on the wooden floor. Sam’s fist connects with Jeremy’s nose, a sickening crack echoing through the silent bar. Blood spurts out of Jeremy’s nose and falls onto his button up. “You don’t talk about anyone like that,” Sam takes a menacing step towards Jeremy, they’re chest to chest. “Especially not (Y/N).”

Sam walks swiftly back to you, escorting you out the door and into the Impala’s passenger seat. A tense silence hangs in the air on the drive home, you don’t dare try putting music on. As soon as the car is off, Sam is out of it and stomping into the bunker. You really regret leaving Dean behind and assuming he’ll find a way home in the morning.

You grab a glass of water, deciding that you shouldn’t drink a beer and add to your alcohol level, and you watch Sam’s tense form pace the kitchen. “Why him,” Sam eventually asks.

“What?” your surprised by the question. You expected to get reprimanded for your behavior, not this question.

“I have my reasons,” you state defensively. Sam walks up to you grabbing the table on either side of you, effectively caging you.

“Why?” Sam’s anger grows, the wooden table seems to bend under his tight grip.

“Because he looked like you!” the words leave your mouth before you can realize it. Sam lets go of the table and steps away from you, and you realize that you just ruined your friendship, “Just forget I said anything,” you mumble as you head to your room.

Sam finally reacts, reaching out and yanking on your wrist as you walk past him. You're spun around so you're now chest to chest with him, he grabs your glass and sets it on the table next to him.

“Do you really mean that?” he gently cups your cheek, searching your eyes for any hint of a lie.

“Of course I do,” you laugh softly, “I’ve been in love with you since I met you Sam Winchester.”

“I love you too,” a grin splits across his face as he pulls you in for an earth shattering kiss, it's like nothing you've ever felt before.

The kiss quickly heats up and your unbuttoning his flannel and discarding it on the kitchen floor. He quickly, hungrily, pushes your leather jacket off your shoulders and you can’t bring yourself to care that your phone was in the pocket. He leads you backwards as you continue to kiss, stopping in the hallway for a second so he can get you out of your dress.

He pushes you into his room, slamming the door shut with his foot. You pull away panting, your hands go to work on unfastening his belt and getting those jeans off of him. He drinks in the sight of you in your bra and panties, a sight he’ll never get tired of seeing. He’s pulled back from his trance when his belt hits the floor with a clang, leaving you both in your undergarments.

Your mouth waters at the tent in his boxers and the way the material curves around his plump butt. You sink to your knees and use your teeth to pull down his boxers. Your nose skims across his impressive length causing him to inhale sharply. He quickly pulls you to your feet, practically ripping the last of the material on you off.

He pushes you back onto his bed, hovering over you. His lips connect with your neck, sucking so hard he’s undoubtedly marking your skin. He murmurs soft I love you’s as he kissed down your bare skin, each touch of his lips sends heat directly to your core. Every kiss gets him closer and closer until the place you need him most, his breath ghosts over your slick folds sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Your mine,” his voice is husky and rough. Every drawn-out syllable conveys his need.

“I'm all yours,” you gasp out as his fingers slide into you and his lips latch onto your clit.

And just like all of those people from the bar, you ring in the new year with you limbs tangled with Sam’s. The plain white sheet tightly wrapped around yours and Sam’s calves and ankles. There is no better way to enter the new year.

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