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Not Made For This
pairings: (pining) psychic!sam winchester x gn!you, dean is also there
summary: after following one of samâs visions, sam and dean meet another psychic kid who had the same vision as sam and he starts to take a protective liking to them
warnings: graphic depictions of violence, psychic visions
word count: 5,506
A/N: this was a request! i hope i did the idea justice!! this definitely went on a bit longer than intended but i had a lot of fun writing it. enjoy! ^.^
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Soft rain pattered on the foggy window that Samâs head lay against. By the end of the day, they would arrive at the scene of his latest premonition. Sam kept a watchful eye on any news reports from the area due to a painful paranoia of if heâs too late.
It was late last night when Sam was so rudely torn from sleep with the adrenaline rush of yet another vision of some poor soul losing their life. This time, it had been a middle aged woman with curly red hair and a nose dusted with freckles. She appeared to be an innocent woman, a happy woman with a smile that almost calmed Sam during his vision. But her life was so needlessly taken by some thief with an eager trigger-finger.
There was another person he saw in the far background- a blurry, anxiety ridden figure, frozen in place, as the impact of the bullet with the womanâs chest woke Sam with a start. He quickly woke Dean to instruct that they needed to start driving to the landmark Sam spotted in his vision- some pub in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Sam hadnât been able to get a wink of rest since. Theyâd been on the road for almost 9 hours and they were only halfway there.
âWe should switch out, Dean, I can take it from here,â Sam offered, sitting up in his seat, he hoped that the distraction of driving, and the quiet lack of a 10th repeat of one of Dean favorite tapes, would provide enough spatial clarity to calm him just enough to survive this trip.
âYouâre running on 2 hours, kid, Iâm not risking you crashinâ my baby,â Dean scoffs with an upturned lip, rustling Samâs hair just to mess with him. Dean would never admit this to Sam, but having his baby brother next to him on the road was something he never knew he needed until he lost it, and now he would relish in any moment with Sam to savor the pettiness of annoying his sibling.
âYouâre not much better,â Sam sasses as he pulls away his head from Deanâs hand with a scowl. âJust let me know if you get too tired.â Sam rests his head back on the window, watching raindrops race each other as they descend the slick glass.
Dean's gaze hardens as Sam shuts down again. He hoped that Sam had finally snapped out of his funk since his vision. Dean worries about Sam, knowing these visions of people dying arenât really sitting well with Sam, but thereâs nothing he can do about it except help Sam save those they can. So thatâs why he straightens his posture, turns his music down just a hair, and focuses on the dampened road before him.
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The wash of dread that riddles Sam as the Impala passes a scene of police tape and flashing lights make him physically sick. Dean quickly parks the car to allow Sam to find the nearest patch of grass to empty his already depleted stomach.
They had rolled into town just after dark and were looking for a motel when sirens caught their attention and led them here. Dean stepped a bit closer to observe the scene, finding a dark puddle of blood on half rain-dried patch of pavement in an alley. The scent of gunpowder was still fresh along with a stench of sulfur, mixing with the warm rain.
Sam spit to clear out his mouth the best he could and tried to push down the gnawing guilt that came with his failure. He held his head high to prevent any pooling of tears in his lids and tried to collect himself.
Once he felt he had a semblance of apathy, he turned to find his brother who tepidly paced the span of police tape to gather any visual or auditory information. Sam had to pull his gaze away to keep himself in check. His eyes scraped over the crowd that had formed, some concerned faces, others curious. But one spectator stood out, a person whoâs expression could only be described as devastation.
Their eyes were widened with exhausted fear and it was clear they were in shock. Their mouth was agape and a hand hovering just a few inches away to cover part of their face. They looked ready to dart as they took a few cautious steps back and their eyes remained locked in the gurney rolling a bagged body into a van labeled âMORGUEâ.
Samâs brows furrowed as his eyes watched the figure as they darted up the street. Sam wastes no time to follow them. He doesnât know what the pull is or why itâs there but itâs strong. Itâs like he canât help his feet as they chase the stranger. He even ignores Deanâs calls for him.
The figure turns down an alley and Sam picks up his pace to keep up. As he reaches the corner, he slows as the sounds of panicked breathing echo from the brick.
Dean, who reluctantly followed Sam in his spontaneous dart, calls out, âwhat the hell, Sammy?â Sam snaps his head back, holding his finger to his tight lips.
âWait here,â Sam whispers. Dean becomes even more curious but respects his brother's instructions- for once, Sam thinks.
Sam walks around the corner, trying to find the source of the hyperventilation, and his eyes land on you.
Your eyes were still wide and panicked like they were at the scene. You were shaking terribly and uttering nonsense as you tried to talk yourself down. Sam couldnât make out what you were saying.
He took a cautious step forward, looking you over for anything out of the ordinary or any injuries.
âExcuse me,â Sam calls softly, hoping to not startle you. He failed.
You flinched at his voice, body tensing as you took in his disheveled appearance and sleepy eyes lined with heavy bags.
âI, um,â he didnât really have a plan of what to say. âAre you okay?â
The sight of a sudden stranger shocked your lungs a bit to settle just enough, as if they reset, but your lungs still felt tight and the tremble through your core made you shiver.
âIâm Sam,â he offers, taking another step closer.
A sudden sharp throb in his skull made him gasp as an image flashed before his eyes. The image of the figure in the background of his vision, it was you. He weakly pulls himself back together but your prying eyes watching him struggle to keep a straight posture makes him flush in embarrassment.
âYou knew her,â he states simply with a heavy rise of his chest catching his breath after the rattle in his skull.
âH-how do you know that?â The voice that pours out of your mouth is sweet like syrup. A gentle settle onto Samâs ears like a balm.
âJust a guess,â Sam scoffs lightly, letting out the air his body subconsciously stored as he awaited your reaction.
âWhy did you follow me?â You ask, darting your eyes down to his hands, then his hips, then his face again. You looked for any potential threats because you were now cornered in this alley by a very tall stranger.
Sam realized his mistake.
âOh, yeah, sorry,â he takes a few steps to the side, opening a clearing for you to walk past him if you deem it necessary.
Your instinct is to bolt again, but you donât.
âI just wanted to make sure youâre okay,â Sam answers, keeping soft, discerning eyes on you.
You donât know how to answer, youâre absolutely not okay. Three hours ago, you had a migraine that flashed images of your history professor being mugged just outside of the bar most students and teachers on campus frequent. It was completely irrational and most likely nothing, but your paranoia got the best of you and you had to go out just to make certain. Sure enough, Dr. Evans was at the bar with another professor and when they parted ways at the end of the night, it was a frame by frame replica of the horrific scene that invaded your mind just a few hours before. You were frozen and couldnât believe it.
But you couldnât tell Sam that, he would think youâre crazy, right?
âIâm fine,â you say with no emotion to back you up but plenty of hesitation to work against your mask of nonchalance.
âYou saw it happen,â he blurts out before he can stop himself. Your eyes widen again with a glossy veil of tears.
âHow do you know that?â You echo an already asked question. You had no clue who this guy was but he seemed to know everything about whatâs wrong with you at the moment- well, not everything.
âNo, thatâs not what I mean,â Sam shakes his head. He doesnât know what makes him so confident, but he knows he has you pinned. âYou saw it, like before it happened.â
Okay, so maybe everything. Seriously, who the fuck is this guy?
âItâs okay,â Sam hurriedly follows upon seeing the twist of complete perplexity. âI saw it too, and you were there,â in his head, this was reassuring, but he definitely feels like heâs freaking you out even more.
âWhat the fuck-,â you exhale a laugh of incredulity, tilting your head back with a roll of your eyes. Youâre actually losing it. This is it.
âNo, itâs okay-.â
âYouâre doing a really shitty job at this, Sammy,â a gruff voice interrupts. Around the corner, a brick wall of a man with his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket emerges with a stoic glare that makes you shrink.
âDean, I told you to wait,â Sam hisses.
âYouâre freaking them out, man,â Dean gestures toward you with his elbow.
âWhatâs your name?â Sam zeros in on you with a pleading look of determination- sweet puppy dog eyes that show the sincerity of how much he seems to care.
You offer your name simply and when Sam echos it, it soothes you further.
âI had a vision of that woman getting shot last night,â Samâs solemn words weigh down the tension between you, âand I think you did too.â
You look over to the man who hasnât introduced himself yet, he stared back with a painfully unreadable expression that unsettled you. You swallow thickly as your eyes leave him and glaze over the cracked and pebbled ground beneath you.
âIt didnât feel real,â your voice leaves as a whisper and Sam listens closely, nodding softly to encourage you to continue, âit was a few hours ago,â you clear your throat and look back up at Sam with a pathetically drained expression. Sam offers a small smile, hoping to supply even a nudge of comfort. âWhatâs happening to me?â The desperation in your voice makes Samâs face fall a bit and he gives the pebbles on the ground his attention for a moment.
âWeâre trying to figure that out,â Sam puffs his chest with a feigned confidence and an assured nod as he looks back up at you.
âShe was my favorite professor,â your voice cracks, âand I had to watch her die, twice,â your voice wavers, full of thick anguish that weighs you down through a metaphorical quicksand that threatens to swallow you whole.
Sam clenches his jaw to hold back the sting in his eyes and distract himself from the lump in his throat. He remembers his first vision, how confusing and frightening it was.
But there was something about you specifically that made him really feel for you, something about the innocence you radiated- like you had never experienced pain beyond the loss of a pet.
Sam started to form what he wanted to say to you next, but the groan that escaped your lips as you fell to your knees kicked any queued thoughts out of sight.
The images that flashed before you burned bright like the sun, making your eyes sting in the glare. You cry out softly, holding your head in your hands as waves of pressure press deeper and deeper into your skull. You feared the bone would shatter.
Through a foggy, disorienting eyeglass, you see a man in his own home making dinner, when another man breaks in and attacks the first man. The intruder's eyes held no light, they were pure onyx.
The intruder takes a large piece of glass from the window he broke through and stabs the first man more times than you can count.
The images flash away and the pressure around your skull lightens. Your breathing is labored and you feel hands on you that werenât there before.
Sam.
He beckons your name, talking you through the attack. When you fully come to again, heâs kneeled beside you with a comforting hold on your arm and his free hand keeping you sturdy by holding your back. Dean has crouched just a few feet away from the bundle of you and Sam.
âHey, youâre okay,â Sam nods, his large hands roaming your back innocently. âWhat did you see?â
He dreads to hear the answer because of the sheer exasperation on your face. The sight nearly breaks him because he knows youâre feeling what heâs felt all day- the ticking timer of someoneâs life in your hands.
âB-break in,â you get out in fragments, âA man in his home and there was- was another man. The one who broke in, his- his eyes were-,â you choked on your words.
âBlack?â Dean finishes for you and you nod with a heavy sigh.
âThe clock on the oven said 6:43,â you added, your voice barely harnessing any body behind them.
âSo we have time,â Sam concludes, still rubbing your back.
âIs there anything else you can tell us? Any details?â Dean asks.
âThere was a uh- yeah,â you nod, remembering a flash of mail on the kitchen counter, âthe address.â
âPerfect,â Dean shrugged with a simple smile. âWe can take it from here, you should just go home- get some rest,â Dean instructs, turning to face Sam and continue speaking but you interrupt him.
âNo, Iâm coming with. I can help,â you insist. You couldnât let someone die again, you couldnât even stomach the thought.
Sam smiles softly, admiring your determination but also recognizing the fire that will burn out too soon if you donât take care of yourself first.
âWe have time,â Sam repeats with a small nod, looking back between you and Dean. âYou should go and get some rest, we can meet again tomorrow.â
You really could use a warm shower and a deep sleep, but how are you supposed to get that image out of your head? You watched someone get shot, twice. And just saw someone get stabbed.
You nibble on the inside of your cheek with a soft nod.
âIâm gonna get the car, Sammy,â Dean stands, patting Sam's shoulder and disappearing back onto the street. Samâs eyes remain on you, though, as if he were trying to dig deeper and read further into your soul.
âAre you okay?â He asks, but this time itâs more simple- sedated.
âHonestly, I hope Iâm dreaming,â you say, dazed on the glistening pavement that was still wet from earlier showers.
âYouâre not,â he follows, not sympathetic but also not too direct, just a simple stated fact. You liked his forwardness.
âWhy us?â
âThatâs an explanation for another time.â
âSo you know?â
âIâm not certain.â
Itâs quiet again for a moment, a small rumble of an engine nearby settles in your chest like a comfortable anchor- a hitch to the fact that youâre just some person, in some alley, in some city. Nothing special.
âI canât do this,â you breathe out.
âYou can. You shouldnât have to, but you can,â Sam says. Again, simple.
âHow long have you dealt with this? The visions, I mean,â you ask, ignoring the headlights of a vehicle you assume to be Deanâs.
âA few months, Iâve met some others like us,â Sam hopes these words are a comfort to you, that youâre not alone. Your eyes squint in disbelief that make Sam breathe out a small chuckle. âYeah.â
âThis doesnât make any sense,â you shake your head, holding your panic on a tight leash since itâs already done its damage for the night. You really wished to not lose it again in front of this handsome stranger.Â
âIt shouldnât,â Sam shrugs, keeping his distinct eyes on you, taking in every detail to help him understand what youâre thinking or feeling. âItâs a lot to take in. A lot to resonate with,â Sam nods in understanding, âItâs also a lot to see something like⌠that for the first time,â he spits out his words carefully- calculated. âIf you need anything at all, all you have to do is ask.â
And he really means it.
After a moment of silence, Sam understands that you'd prefer some space so he ticks his head to the opening of the alleyway, âmy brothers waiting for us.â
Ah, so Dean is his brother, you connect.
Sam stands first and reaches out his hand to help you up. Under different circumstances you may have blushed at the generous help of this gorgeous man.
Sam leads you out of the alley to the most beautifully sleek car youâve ever seen. You donât really know your cars too well, but you know enough to understand that this must be a classic.
Sam opens the back seat door for you and you take your seat.
âWe can take ya home if you need,â Dean offers as the door opens.
âI uh,â you clear your throat, âI live on campus, just follow the signs,â you point at the various signs that lead to the school.
Dean nods simply and takes you home.
Once arrived, Sam walks you to your building, holding out a piece of paper. âListen, if you ever need to talk, call me,â he says with those same puppy eyes that really showed he cares and makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. âAnd if youâre insistent on helping then give me a call in the morning and Iâll be here,â he promises, âbut just donât push yourself, okay? Get some rest.â
Out of this entire night, the only thing that feels normal is him. âThank you, Sam,â you smile softly.
Sam canât help but feel a rush of warmth through his stomach as he sees how beautiful you look in this moment. Frizzy hair from the rain, damp clothes, tired eyes, and yet still a thankful smile that lights you up and makes him feel accomplished.Â
You turn to open the door after saying goodnight and ascend up the stairs and to your dorm.
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âDemons?â You sat on a motel bed in front of the two men who helped you last night. Dean, you had learned from context clues, sat at the small table provided by the motel and Sam had pulled up a chair to sit across from you as he did his best to explain everything they knew about yours and his âconditionsâ.
The pile of information flooded onto your lap was awfully hard to claw through but you managed to sort just enough to not feel absolutely crazy.
So far you have learned that a âyellow-eyed demonâ bled into your mouth as a child, causing you to have this âabilityâ and that youâre supposed to be part of something greater. Youâve also had to cope with demons being real, along with ghosts and a handful of other spooky creatures that you didnât let Sam elaborate on. Demons, ghosts, and psychics felt like enough for your lifetime.
You look at the clock in the wall, seeing it was only 11am. A pit of dread carved its way deep into your stomach as the harsh reminder of someoneâs life being in your hands hits you once more.
âDo you have any questions for us?,â Dean sits up, watching you carefully.
âHow do you guys know all of this stuff?â You nibble at the inside of your lip.
âItâs kinda our job,â Dean shrugged, âbeen doing it our whole lives.â He looks over at Sam who just nods back, keeping his eyes low.
You couldnât imagine having to deal with life and death situations constantly. It hasnât even been 24 hours since you had your first vision and itâs already taken a toll on you. However, you admire their commitment and courage.
Sam continues to answer any questions you have and offer you as much comfort as he could provide. You talk and talk, starting with the basics and important stuff regarding your shared abilities and such, but quickly morphing into more random conversation topics. You found out he went to Stanford for a few years, even had a girlfriend, but that part of his life was lost due to the yellow-eyes demon. It helps you understand his drive and motivation.
Something Sam says earns a genuine laugh from you that locks him in a daze. He feels beyond proud for getting you to laugh at a time like this, getting you to loosen up and relax even if itâs just for this moment. He watches as your eyes light up and your toothy smile erupts with a warm chuckle.
You yourself could get lost in his dimple, each time he smiles or laughs it pokes his cheek and itâs all you can focus on.
The dome around you both locked any unwanted force out, allowing you to have this frozen moment in time just for you and him. You even begin to forget about the looming reality of 6:43pm because talking with Sam just helps. Something about his presence is so calming and itâs like youâve known him your whole life.
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Soon enough, itâs time to scope out the manâs home, hoping to stop the invasion. You all piled into the Impala again which quite frankly was the most comfortable car youâve ever ridden in.
âSo, how are we supposed to handle the demon?â You ask from the back seat. Sam turns around to face you better as he answers you.
âWeâll trap it and exorcise it.â
âNot before I question it,â Dean adds, hands gripping the steering wheel. âThere was sulfur at the crime scene, Iâm guessing itâs the same demon.â
Itâs a bit jarring how normal this feels, almost like this feels more normal than your finals coming up or graduation. Maybe itâs the drop of demon blood fed to you, like itâs pulling you towards this life and everything that comes with it.
That is not a comforting thought.
Demon blood.
In your veins?
What does this make you? Who does it make you?
You force the thoughts away, focusing on the fact that you can save someoneâs life tonight, that it can prove that you arenât what you fear you may be or may become. If this ability is going to be forced onto you then the least you can do is try and save someone in the process.
Dean parks the Impala far away enough to not be seen and to only be able to see the house with a set of binoculars. The plan was to wait until around 6:30 and then wait outside to see if they could find the demon and stop it before it even made it inside.
Sam goes over basics for this specific situation with you, telling you to stay with him and to keep the flask of holy water on you at all times. He assures that he and Dean have a handle on this and that you shouldnât stray.
When the time comes, your nerves are at an all time high. You donât really know what to expect, but when a hooded man makes his way towards the house youâre all watching, you know you just have to work with what knowledge has been given to you.
âLetâs go, stay close,â Dean says to both you and Sam and you nod in response. Dean leads the way as Sam guides you in front of himself by the small of your back. The touch is gentle and almost loving.
âRemember what I told you and youâll be fine,â Sam whispered in your ear, making you shiver as his breath tickled your neck. His hand on your lower back gripped ever so slightly as if he were affected by the domestic touch as well.
As they got closer, Dean attacked the demon, spraying it with holy water. Sam carefully shoved you behind him, the placement of his hands feeling as if they were supposed to be there all along. The demon screamed at the pain but once the holy water fizzled down, he started cackling.
âWhatâs so funny?â Dean grunts but the demon only continues to laugh. âWho sent you!â Dean slams the demon into the brick siding of the house. âYou killed that professor, didnât you?â
The demon continued to laugh before unhinging its jaw and letting a thick black cloud of smoke roll out past its lips. ���Dammit!â Dean growled, dropping the unmoving body to the ground. You watched as his jaw remained open and his eyes wide in dull fear. He was dead. The host was dead. You didnât save him.
Sam turned to face you, standing to block your line of vision on the body just a few feet away.
âItâs okay, donât look at him,â Sam tried to soothe but you felt distraught.
âHeâs dead,â you breathe out, looking past Sam to see the body again but Sam places his hand on your jaw to firmly hold your face back.
âHeâs been dead for a while,â Sam explains, âthatâs what happens with possession. He hasnât been himself for long enough, itâs better this way.â
You couldnât even imagine what it must be like to lose your own body to a demon like that. You suppose Sam is right.
Thereâs a loud shatter nearby that startled all of you. Dean is the first to head to the side door, quickly kicking it in and heading to where he hears the crystals of glass coming from. Sam takes your hand and leads you with him, staying close to Dean but keeping you closer.
Once you all make it inside and to the kitchen, the sight is like the one you saw last night. There was a pile of shattered glass on the floor and the smell of something tomato-ey cooking. Except this time, the victim's eyes are black and heâs the one holding a large shard in his bloody hand. He starts to cackle and the sound makes you connect that this was the demon from outside.
Sam starts to chant something you canât really make out but the impact it has on the demon is surprising. The moment the first words leave Sam's lips, the laughter stops and a scowl replaces the demonâs temporary face. It starts to jerk as if it were taking hits but it manages to lift the shard and stab it deep into its abdomen.
You gasp in shock, watching as the blood stains the shirt of this poor man who, by all you know, had absolutely nothing to do with this whole mess.
Samâs words speed up and as he finishes, the demon expels from the manâs mouth and singes into the hardwood beneath him, burning away for good this time.
Dean is the first to run after the man as he stumbles, heâs still present and his eyes are panicked.
âWh-who are you! Why did I do th-that?â He stutters with an underlying groan. Sam whips out his phone to call 911 and you just feel frozen- useless.
You feel like you failed.
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After the man was rushed to the hospital, Dean dropped off you and Sam while he went out for dinner. You felt like a complete failure and Sam could tell how much you were kicking yourself for this.
âHey,â Sam coos, sitting next to you on the lumpy couch in his and Deanâs motel room. âHeâll be okay, EMTâs said they arrived just in time. Mark is going to make a full recovery,â he adds emphasis on the name, hoping to show you even further that you actually saved someone.
âI didnât do anything, I just stood there.â
âYou helped us find him and that saved his life.â Sam insists, reaching out to hold your hand. âThis stuff doesnât come with instructions, you just have to learn to do the best with what you have given to you. And thatâs exactly what you did tonight, you did everything you could and it saved a manâs life,â Sam searches your eyes, hoping youâre listening and actually believing his words.
You sigh and rest your head in your free hand, âI donât know how Iâm just supposed to go back to school. It feels so unimportant in the midst of all of this,â you nibble at your cheek again. Sam's eyes float the movement under your cheek and he smiles warmly, adoring the small habit of yours.
He lets your words sink in though, the idea of you dropping school so close to graduation. He doesnât wish this path on anyone else, but he sees so much of himself in you that itâs a little scary.
âI just feel like I have this- this evil running in my blood, that my body isnât my own, that Iâm not who Iâm supposed to be,â you pull up your head to lean it into the headrest of the couch, turing to look at him again and he rests his head next to yours as well, looking right into your eyes. He's a lot closer than he was before. âLikeâŚâ
ââŚWho youâre supposed to be is someone you wonât want to be,â Sam finishes in your trailed thought in a whisper, and it clicks like the last puzzle piece in your unspoken thoughts.
âYeah,â you breathe out, your eyes stinging with fearful tears. âI donât know who Iâm supposed to be,â you shake your head. Thereâs something about Samâs eyes that holds you captive. That allows all of these fears and uncertainties to just fall out of your mouth and into his hands for him to collect for safe keeping.
âOnly you can decide that,â Sam says, as if it's that simple. âYou can go to school and live a normal life and ignore this world,â he urges, hoping that youâll do whatâs better for you, that youâll just be selfish.
âI canât do that, I canât just pretend that my visions donât mean something. I canât let people die,â your voice cracks, but your tone proves that these are the most solid words to escape your lips in the past two days.
Sam reached his hand up to cup your jaw again, loving the feeling of your warm skin in his hold. It felt so natural and so right. His eyes search your face for any hint that he could talk you out of throwing your life away for the greater good. He wishes that this weight wasnât on your shoulders, that you could just drop it and run far away.
He knows what this life does to people, heâs experienced it first and second hand, but he also knows the gratification and pride that comes with a life like this- the reward. Maybe it wouldnât be so bad, maybe it was meant to pan out like this.
His thumb caresses your chin, feathering past your lip ever so slightly that it earns a soft intake of air from you.
The tension between you and Sam had become undeniable, it was odd how quickly you had trusted him and how natural it was to be around him- to touch him.
âCome with us,â Sam speaks, his eyes dipping to your lips for a moment, âif youâre insistent on using your abilities to help, then come with us. At least until you learn enough to handle yourself. Youâll be safer,â he caressed your chin again, this time allowing his thumb to brush past the better half of your lip.
This was crazy.
This is crazy.
But goddamn if it didnât feel right.
Your whole life you felt out of place, forcing yourself to stick to whatâs safe and what you know. Sticking yourself in bubbles and boxes of those around you, mimicking what seemed the best for you and your future- but what you felt right now? The contentment in the unknown of the future? The certainty of this moment alone was enough to convince you that maybe youâve been living your life wrong this whole time, maybe your calling was more than college and parties and marriage and careers.
Maybe your purpose is with these two hunters, saving people and using your forced abilities for the betterment of others.
Maybe your old life was never meant for you.
Maybe this was whatâs you were made for.
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Too Far Gone - The Contract
A/N: Can't write part 55 to save my life đ but we have another unedited bonus chapter, giving you a little glimpse into their life in the future. If you're not reading the fic, don't worry this is a stand alone piece.
Warnings: Smut (p in v, creampie), dirty talk, swearing, mentions of drinking, not really edited
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Tia tried not to give too much thought to Austonâs contract, the media and fans were doing enough of that.
She had enough going on in her life. Maddie had started to sleep through the night then she started teething. Taylour was wild and energetic, always busy with Felix, wanting to see Brody from down the street or Carter from his class, and still impartial to Maddie. He might have stopped asking âwhen is she leavingâ but he has shown no interest in his sibling, sometimes becoming frustrated when his parents are busy changing her diaper and need a minute before giving him attention.
Tia has read books, spent hours online reading blogs and stories from other moms in similar situations, trying everything to get them to bond without forcing it, and itâs just not working. She always saw herself with a big family, but more importantly a loving family, how can they be one when Taylour is generally disinterested in her?Â
And if itâs not the kids, or Felixâs limp that sporadically appears for a few hours, itâs her line. She used TikTok to advertise and sales erupted. She found herself with a massive list of pending orders, stores in Montreal, Toronto, Brooklyn, and Scottsdale were reaching out to stock her pieces. Made with Grace expanded from a spare room with a sewing machine, to a studio space with a business manager, marketing manager and two additional seamstresses, but even then she doesnât feel like she can keep up.
So, when Tia told people she didnât really have time to stress over his contract, she wasnât lying. Itâs not to say they hadnât talked about their future; they just hadnât sat down and fully weighed out the options.
She told Auston she would follow him anywhere, that theyâd be happy so long as they were together, and she meant every single word but Toronto is a part of her, a part of them, and it would break her to leave it all behind. Itâs where both of their children were born, where Taylour learned to walk and talk, where Maddie will learn all those things, where they found each other but more importantly themselves.
Tia wanted Auston to be as objective as possible with his decision, but she knew she had to tell him of her preference.
âAnd right here.â Judd points to the line at the bottom of the page and Auston once again scribbles his signature. He then flips the final page over, then smiles.
âThatâs it?â
âThatâs it.â Judd nods. âYou are going to be a Maple Leaf for four more years.â
Auston did give some thought to free agency. There are a few teams that have the cap space to meet his needs, and those that donât would likely move some parts to make it work. He had options, lots of options, but none of them would send him down York Street after practice, right past her studio. And if he didnât drive past then studio then he couldnât stop in and raid her snack drawer, lie about needing a button fixed just to sneak in a kiss or two, or just watch his wife hard at work. He wouldnât be able to take Maddie and Felix on walks through the park where he first felt Tia come back to him, nor could he drive past his old condo where they finally said what they had been holding onto for so long. They couldnât go to dinner at Beckâs and Camilleâs condo, which is actually Tiaâs old condo, and see the exact spot where he first held Taylour.
Toronto is home. That was the only reason he needed.
 âTia and the family must be excited.â
âThey will be.â Auston smiles wide and grabs at the beak of his hat to adjust it. âI decided to keep this from them, thought itâd be a nice surprise.â
âIt will be.â The two men move toward the door where Judd slips into his shoes. âDonât celebrate too much,â he winks, then steps outside, leaving Auston alone.
He quickly whips his phone from his pocket and opens twitter. Without so much as a second thought he types up a tweet, his first tweet since March. The second he posts the tweet; he is sharing it on his Instagram then heads for the sliding door.
The Arizona heat blasts his face the second the door opens. Felixâs nails on the concrete are heard as he eagerly scurries over from the pool, leaving wet pawprints all over the patio. Auston crouches down and scratches him behind the ears and chuckles when his warm tongue presses to his cheek.
âI know, Iâm excited too.â Auston grins, scratching the pups head. âShould we go tell them?â Felixâs tail wags faster and he lets out an excited yip. âYeah? Letâs go.â
âHey T.â Auston starts as he sits on the edge of the pool and dangles his feet in the water, Felix plops down beside him for more pets.
âHey, how was your meeting?â Tia wades through the waist deep water with Maddie on her hip and makes her way to the edge. When Maddie sees Auston her tiny fists open and close, and some incoherent babbles come from her lips. âIs that Daddy?â Tia bounces her a few times before handing Maddie over to him.
âHi princess.â Auston hooks his arms under her armpits, then brings her in close, peppering her with kisses, hoping to hear one of those giggles she had been letting out as of late. âMeeting was good.â Auston blows a raspberry to her stomach, laughing when her legs kick out.
âDaddy, watch!â Taylour stands at the edge of the pool with his toes hanging over. His arms go up above his head, and he jumps into the air and dives into the water. When he pops his head up a few seconds later, he spits out some water and smiles.
âWow, youâre getting good at that.â Auston replies, adjusting the brim of Maddieâs bucket hat to fold up and be out of her eyes.
âYou werenât even watching; you were paying attention to Maddie.â Taylour protests.
âI can do both Taylour.â Auston informs him. âBut why donât you show me another one?â
âFine.â Taylour rolls his eyes and starts swimming to the edge of the pool.
âHopefully you gave Maddie less sass than him,â Auston jokes. This time he cradles Maddie in close and locks his gaze on Taylour as he positions himself at the pools edge to dive again.
âItâs not funny.â Tia mutters while clapping for Taylour when he pokes his head up after another dive.
âYour dives are great Taylour, arms are really straight.â Auston encourage him.
âMhm.â He proudly smiles while treading water. âYou want to play basketball?â
âGive me five minutes and Iâll get my bathing suit on.â
âOkay.â He swims over to the shallow end to retrieve the basketball, that catches Felixâs attention and he jumps in the pool, splashing the three of them, and starts to swim over to Taylour.
âHis reaction is perfectly normal, he is adjusting, just at his own speed. You see Instagram?â
âWhen would I have seen Instagram?â Tia laughs.
Auston unlocks his phone and hands it to her, forcing her focus away from Taylour. Her forehead creases and lips purse as she scrolls through the posts, wondering what exactly she is supposed to be looking for. âYeah, Mommy is silly, isnât she?â Auston uses his baby voice to ask Maddie when she coos in his arms. Unable to wait any longer, he takes the phone back and clicks on his story.
She closes his story, then opens the Toronto Maple Leafs page and sees nothing. She searches Wasserman hockey, but again there is nothing, along with Sportsnet, TSN and ESPN. She keeps opening pages, trying to find confirmation of his somewhat cryptic post. Fed up, Auston snatches his phone back which brings her gaze to him.
âYou re-signed?â She asks, in disbelief.
âYeah.â
Butterflies swarm her stomach. âFour years?âÂ
âYeah.â
âAnd you broke the story before anyone else?â
âI was excited.â Auston shrugs, letting his smile grow even wider.
Tia puts her hand on either side of his thighs and pushes herself up. Beads of water roll over her breasts - larger than normal from breastfeeding - down over her stomach and baby weight she canât seem to shake no matter how hard she tries. Once at eye level with him, Tia presses her lips to his, joyful tears clinging to the corners of her lashes. With Maddie in one hand, Auston brings his other to her hair, wet from the afternoon in the pool, and welcomes the kiss. Itâs soft at first but slowly builds to more, his fingers tighten in her hair and her tongue move about his mouth. He can feel the relief wash over her body.
âIâm so happy.â She whispers, choking back tears. âI really wanted to stay.â
âI know.â Of course, he knew. âBut you should have told me.â
âEveryone had opinions, I wanted you to make the best decision for your career.â
Auston runs his thumb along her jaw. âYouâre the only opinion that matters to me.âÂ
**
Tia dressed herself in a flowy maroon dress with thick straps. It stopped right at her knee and had a slit that went a few inches up her thigh. She pulled her hair into a simple but stunning bun and managed to apply a little bit of make-up before Maddie woke up from her nap. She fed and changed her, then put Maddie in the newly released mauve coloured polka dot dress with ruffled sleeves along with the matching headband.
She wasnât overly dressed up (that wasnât an easy task with unexpected dinner plans and a five-month-old) but the second Auston saw his girls his breath was taken away. He kissed her, almost a little too hard and long, but pulled away then helped load the kids in the car.
They met his family at Modern Oyster Bar & Chophouse. Auston reserved part of the restaurant which provided privacy for their celebration. Tia and Auston kept their phones on silent and tucked away - everybody who knew them was texting to congratulate them, and they just wanted to enjoy the night. And tucked under his arm with cheeks sore from smiling, Tia was doing just that.Â
âWeâre staying in Toronto?â Taylour probes.
While he begs Tia to take him to every game (even road ones), plays hockey, will show Auston YouTube clips and basically lives and breathes the sport, trades and free agency is all very new to him. He doesnât understand why Uncle Mike isnât going to be in Toronto anymore, why he has pictures of Daddy and Uncle Freddie both wearing Leafs jerseys, yet Fred plays for another team, and he certainly doesnât grasp that there was the potential for them to leave Toronto.
âYou sure are.â Brian tells him, gently bouncing Maddie on his thigh, smiling as drool rolls down her chin.
âMaybe without that stress you two can plan your wedding.â Ema beams over her glass of wine.
Auston feels Tiaâs body stiffen ever so slightly, but he just laughs. Since the day Auston told his mom he was going to propose Ema has been asking about wedding plans. Once Tia had said yes, she became relentless, never missing an opportunity to ask when the date will be. She understood why they didnât plan it for last summer given the uncertainty COVID brought and kind of let up once they announced their pregnancy with Maddie, but on more than one occasion Ema brought up how there was months between Tiaâs due date and the summer. When Tia and Auston told her they just wanted to enjoy this time as a family without the added stress of planning a wedding, she understood, then tried to get them to lock down a date in 2024.
âYeah. Maybe.â Auston shrugs.
âHave you even looked at venues?â Brey asks, not in a curious way but a condescending and annoyed way.
She always has been skeptical of their âengagement.â Given her brother declared he was going to marry Tia after one date, FaceTimed with the family at least a dozen times while out shopping for rings because it had to be just right, blew up the family group chat making sure everyone knew not to say anything and to act normal so she wouldnât suspect anything, then spent the entire day pacing and on the phone ensuring every single detail was perfect, she expected a very short engagement. So, when they reply âweâre not in a rushâ anytime someone asks, accidentally call each other husband or wife only to backpedal and say something along the lines of âwe live together and have kids, were basically marriedâ it didnât make sense, and Brey is determined to get the truth out of them.
Auston drops his lips to Tiaâs ear and whispers, âshould we just tell them?â
Tia cranes her head and squeezes his hand under the table. âNo.â
He gently kisses her. âYou sure? Make this a lot easier?â
âMake what easier?â Brey cocks her head and narrows her gaze.
Tia and Auston smile at each other as she mindlessly spins the black metal ring on his index finger. The ring she put there over two years ago when they did get married less than 24 hours after getting engaged, because neither one of them wanted to wait. But because all their friends and family couldnât be there, they kept it a secret. Thatâs why Tia doesnât wear her wedding band outside the house (except when she forgets to take it off) and why Auston wears his wedding band is on the index finger and not the ring finger.
Auston turns to Brey with heat flaring behind his cheeks and playfully smirks. âNothing.â
**
The kids went to his parents and Auston and Tia ubered home. One glass of wine lead to two, which lead to three, and that was where Tia stopped. Her tolerance had dropped since having Maddie and anymore would have made her a mess and Tia didnât want to be a mess tonight (unless the mess was made from Austonâs cum).
It didnât take long for them to get to bed, and it was even less time until his head was buried between her legs, greedily bringing orgasm after orgasm to her. When she finally made him stop because her legs were trembling and vision was turning white, Tia found herself on her knees, attempting to return the favour, but Auston didnât let her finish. At the last second, he roughly grabbed her hair and brought her in for an incredibly sloppy kiss.
âLie down.â Auston instructs her, nipping at her lower lip.
âNo.â Tia breathes out before roughly pressing her lips to his.
âT -â
âI said no.â Tia repeats, then yelps when Auston spanks her.
âI signed the contract; I should get to decide how we celebrate.â His voice is thick and gravelly, as he tries to maintain control.Â
âI gave birth to your children so if I say Iâm not getting on my backâŚâTia pushes away from him and sits on her heels. âIâm not getting on my back.âÂ
Auston shifts on the mattress, his shoulders cracking in the process. This dominant behaviour from his wife is new and relatively uncommon, but fuck does it ever turn him on.
In one quick motion Tia spins and puts her back to him with her knees on either side of his hips. Using her hand, she strokes his throbbing cock over her entrance, coating it in her slick. He grabs at her ass cheeks, the only thing he can, and they both moan when she fills herself with his length.
âShit baby.â Auston chuckles. Tia starts to move, up and down on his cock, getting faster and faster while her ass bounces along with her. Â âYou feel so good.â
âYou always fuck me so good.â Tia cries when Auston moves his hips.
âIsnât that what a good husband should do?â He spanks her again then grunts as her pussy tightens around his cock. âProperly fuck their wife?â He thrusts upward, wincing as she claws at his thighs for support.
âYes.â Tia whines. Auston slaps her ass one more time for good measure then grabs at her hips. He has no intentions of trying to control the pace, she is doing that just fine on her own, he just wants to touch her. He always wants to touch her.
âSo, Iâm just doing my job Mrs. Matthews.â
Tiaâs walls pulsate around him. She loves when he calls her that almost as much as he loves saying it. She wishes they could announce it to the world, then she could legally change her name to match him and their children, even Felix has his last name. Most of the people in their lives would be so happy they wouldnât even care about missing one of the biggest moments of their lives. Not Ema. She of course would be happy, but she would be disappointed to have been excluded and Tia she canât live knowing she disappointed the only mother sheâs ever had.
âMaking sure my wife is taken care of.â
Tia flips her hair to look back at him over her shoulder and whispers in the most innocent of voices, âkeep it up and Iâm gonna ask you to put another baby in me.â
Auston lets out a shaky exhale, he loved watching Tia be pregnant.
He lifts his hips up, making her fall forward until she is gripping his knees for stability. âIâll do it.â Auston smacks her ass once again, earning himself a loud, excited yelp. âYou just tell me when.â
At this point, Tia didnât know how Auston was keeping it together, she didnât know how she was keeping it together. Every single thrust was perfectly placed, brushing up against her g-spot, nudging her closer and closer to her release. Her nails were carved into his thighs, sweat was rolling down her back, down his chest, the sounds coming from their lips were feral, animalistic, but they kept fucking.
He watches himself disappear inside her walls a few more times then grips her hips and holds her on his member, pouring his hot, sticky seed inside â just the way she likes. Her walls grasp and hug his cock, and she canât help when her eyes see static.
It takes a few minutes for either one to move. There is a lot of panting and muttering of curse words, hands gingerly trailing over the others sticky skin. But when Tia finally finds the strength to lift herself off his now softened cock, Auston wraps his arms around her body and pins her tight to his chest.
âI love you T.â His voice is hoarse.
âI love you too, Aus.âÂ
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UC!Series Part Two: Grit - Jubal Valentine x Reader
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Living without you is an adjustment for Jubal.
Youâve been a part of his life for a long time, even before the two of you got together. Two weeks in, heâs still removing both mugs from his cupboard first thing in the morning. Itâs a stark reminder that youâre not in his life right now.
He tries to fill his time the best way he knows how, with work and his kids. His takes on additional shifts, covering other Special Agents in Charge and spends weekends up in Scottsdale, immersing himself in Tyler and Abigailâs lives.
His ex-wife Sam knows that somethingâs up. Sheâs always been able to read him, especially when it comes to you. Sheâs the one that realised he had feelings for you way back when. The one that encouraged him to make a move when the time was right, to stop delaying his happiness because he deserved a little light in his life.
He doesnât tell her all of the details, but she knows enough about the work he does to read between the lines. Your sudden disappearance from his life, the tender way in which he talks about you. She knows itâs an assignment, not a breakup. She can see that heâs hurting right now, trying to keep the pieces of his life together by sheer force of will.
âHow are you holding up?â She asks him, sitting down in one of the patio chairs that her husband Alan bought for the back yard. Jubalâs eyes remain fixed on the kids, the two of them chasing each other with bubble wands.
Jubal shrugs his shoulders in response to Samâs question.
âSome days are better than others.â He says quietly, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket. âI keep wondering how sheâs doing, if sheâs being safe.â
Itâs ridiculous to think like that, he knows it. Youâre a decorated FBI agent with years of UC experience under your belt, and the thing is, youâre good, really good.
The first time heâd met you, heâd been trying to purchase several cases of assault rifles and you had been the one arranging the buy. At the time he remembered thinking it was somewhat refreshing to meet a female arms dealer.
Nikki Delphino, you had introduced yourself, when he handed over the cash.
Heâd looked you up after the arrest. Daniel Morenoâs partner in crime. The guy had put a bullet in two federal agents who had been escorting the original shipment before it was hijacked. His plan had been to flip you, to leverage the charges, the relationship, whatever else he could so they could get their hands on Moreno. The two of you had sat across from each other in that interview room for hours, he went at you with everything he had but you, you were something else. Evasive, cold, and if he was honest, a bit of a smartass. It was infuriating.
It wasnât until your handler made an appearance that they realised you were one of them. His frustration had turned to respect because game recognises game, and you, you didnât fucking flinch.
An agreement was struck after that. You would catch up with Moreno, try and lobby a confession about the murders. It was dicey, they werenât sure if news of your arrest had hit yet. Jubal admired your dedication, when you saw the mess that Moreno had left behind at the site of the hijacking, youâd been eager to help.
They watched it play out over a camera affixed to the necklace you were wearing. It was a lesson in manipulation, something they could use at the academy. You used your sex appeal to draw out the details, teasing, cajoling, pouting until he told you exactly what you wanted to know.
âI never askedâŚâ Jubal had said after the arrest. âWhatâs your real name?â
âStefani.â You tell him, the left side of your mouth tipping up into a smile. âStefani Romano.â
âWelcome back Stefani.â He says holding out his hand to shake yours.
âYou have no idea how good it is to hear someone actually use my real name.â You tell him as you clasp his hand. Thereâs a spark, one that he feels the instant the two of you touch. He doesnât know it in that moment, but his life has just changed dramatically.
âSheâs got grit.â Dana says when the two of them are sitting in her office at the end of the day. âI like her.â
âYea.â Jubal remembers saying as Dana signs off on the transfer paperwork. âI like her too.â
âYouâre not used to the shoe being on the other foot.â Sam remarks, drawing him out of this reverie. âBeing the one thatâs left behind. Youâre used to being in control, knowing everything.â
âYea, thereâs probably something in that.â He says, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he considers Samâs words.
Part of the problem is that heâs out of the loop and he hates that. Heâs used to having the information at his fingertips but right now heâs in the dark and thatâs a shitty place to be.
âI could say it gets easierâŚâ Sam tells him before shaking her head. âBut it doesnât.â
âAnd I have a new appreciation for some of the stuff I put you through.â Jubal tells her, rubbing his hands over his features. âI guess I just didnât realise it would be this hard.â
âYou gotta have faith.â Sam says quietly, squeezing his arm lightly. âIn yourself, in her. Trust that she will do anything to come back to you. Thatâs how I used to get through it, no matter what happened, I knew youâd do everything possible to get back to me and the kids.â
âYea.â He says, his gaze straying back towards Tyler as he tries to pop the bubbles that Amelia blows in his direction. âYea, youâre right.â
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Second Day of our Honeymoon in Arizona.
We woke up in the most comfortable bed I had ever slept on. This was our most planned out day we had which is funny because we literally had 2 things planned- The Southwest Wildlife Conservation and dinner at Quinnence. Again, this was our honeymoon so I didn't want to pack our vacation too much.
We started with breakfast at "Butters", not far from our resort. My husband and I didn't even mind that we had to wait because it was so nice out! We ordered fresh squeezed orange and grapefruit juice. To eat I had the California scramble with a side of cinnamon bun pancakes. Everything was so good and the service was fast! We talked about our plans for the day and headed back to the resort after we ate.
At 3pm we checked in at the conservation. We had a wonderful guide who told us how the conservation started and that more than 80% of the animals that come in to the facility are released back to the wild. The animals we were going to see were not able to be re-released because of various conditions.
a Great Horned Owl
A Red Tailed Hawk
Mexican Grey Wolf
Beautiful Mexican Grey Wolf
Bear
We spent just over 2 hours at this fun place. My husband and I really love animals and we try to be picky when we decide what animal attractions we want to see. You could tell walking from animal to animal that they were happy to be where they were. Some of these animals came from peoples homes as confiscated pets which is crazy to me. Some like the bears got stuck in a fenced in development and people started feeding them and caused a real dangerous situation for the neighborhood. I would definitely got back to this Conservation again.
We went back to the resort for a few hours before dinner. In May of this year we went on a Greek Cruise and one of the resturants on board was "Test Kitchen" it was a series of small courses that mixed items together you would not typically pair together, like chocolate on venison. Husboy said that was one of his favorite expiriences because it was so out of the ordinary. Since he really enjoyed that resturant onboard we talked about doiung one "Fine Dining" expirience. We couldnt afford eating a $500 meal every night but its our honeymoon lets do something fun! at first we looked at KAI, a Fine Dining Resturant that showcased Native American food. We looked at the menu and said it was a solid choice. After inquiring about it on Reddit people mentioned that it was quite far from where we were staying in Scottsdale, and there were other choices that would not be as far. (I do still want ot go to KAI on a future visit) One that was recommended to us was Quinessence at the Farm at South Mountain. The menu changed very frequently so we would have to commit to just going with the flow. luckily we are not picky eaters so we decided to go for it.
My only regret was that we did not go early enough to see the Farm in the daylight. Our waiter and waitress said that the road we drove to get to the restaurant had the farm on either side where the vegetables we were going to eat came from. Which was pitch black at 7pm. We opted to sit outside which was interesting since we were the only ones sat outside. Actually we were the only ones we even saw eat at the restaurant. It was quite expensive so I understood that this wasn't a spur of the moment choice. especially the Saturday after Thanksgiving.
First, we ordered a round of drinks.
It looks dry but I promise there was a yogurt based dressing underneath everything.
After our third course we were offered a tour of the Kitchen. We saw Chef Dustin, Owner and Head Chef, it was awesome and added a really nice personal touch. I loved the little amuse-bouche at the beginning and the palate cleanser before our main dish. I couldn't remember what the amuse-bouche was besides it having apple and berry in it. The palate Cleanser was a red pepper sorbet which my husband hated -in a funny way- he was like "what the-no" as he passed his little scoop to me.
We both chose the Swordfish as our main which if I could go back i would of chosen the Pork just so we could try a little of both but I definitely did not regret the swordfish, WOW! it was beautifully cooked along with the bed of black eye peas on top.
Funny enough while eating the swordfish I thought "man Im so glad I did not get the 5 course dinner I was full and we were adamant about getting dessert since the beginning.
For dessert we were going to get different items but then Husboy said he really was getting very full. So even though I was thinking of getting the Cannoli or even the Ice cream with Brisket powder we decided to share the bread pudding. and again. WOW, even though we swore we were both stuffed that bread pudding was DEMOLISHED.
Not everyone is a foodie and thats OK later this trip my husband and I ended up getting Pizza Hut because he was craving Pizza! We really enjoyed this expirience and the time spent together. If you look at the menu youll see under the number of courses they put how much time you will be staying there, they really took care of us and let us not only eat in peace but just sit and digest, talk, enjoy the weather (and outdoor heaters which were lovely).
We got back to the resort and crashed talking about the animals we saw and each dish we had just ate. We came to the conclusion that it was one of the best days ever!
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[cis-male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [QUINCY KEATS]! I couldnât help but notice you look an awful lot like [LAKEITH STANFIELD]. You must be the [THIRTY] year old [OWNER OF COMICS EMPORIUM]. Word is youâre [THOUGHTFUL] but can also be a bit [STUBBORN] and your favorite song is [FREAKS AND GEEKS BY CHILDISH GAMBINO]. I also heard youâll be staying in [FISHERâS COVE]. Iâm sure youâll love it! || @aurorabayaesthetic
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Name:Â quincy elijah keats Gender:Â cis-male Pronouns:Â he/him Age: thirty Birthdate:Â may 5th ( taurus sun. libra moon. leo rising ) Sexual Orientation:Â pansexual Romantic Orientation:Â panromantic Profession:Â owner of comic emporium. freelance voice actor. professional dm Positive Traits:Â rational. sociable. charming. creative Negative Traits:Â stubborn. indecisive. passive. complacent.
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Quincy was born to Victoria Williams and Jasper Keats in scottsdale, arizona. Jasper was a a struggling musician. Victoria, a school nurse, was his muse.they were thrilled when they found out they were pregnant despite knowing they would struggle. they were both still fairly young but it kicked jasper into gear. he got a job as a custodian at victoria's school by day and kept up his music at night.
quincy was a easy baby. he slept well, was sweet and smiley. yes, finances were hard still, but over all they were a happy little family up until around quince's fourth birthday.
it was around that time jasper's music career began to take off. he wasn't headlining concerts or anything but he and his jazz band were getting really good reviews. playing more places. to the point they began to travel. victoria was ecstatic for him and wanted him to chase his dreams. they'd figure it out. she left her job as a school nurse and went to the local hospital while he bounced from state to state, sending whatever money he could home.
it wasn't a lot. jasper did get bigger sums here and there but victoria was working herself to the bone picking up the slack. and on top of that she was growing lonely, missing the man she loved. quincy missed his father. it was kinda heartbreaking for her, but she tried to stick it all out, really she did.
quincy was growing fast though. he was a sweet kid. soft voice. soft touch. as he got into school, he was the type of kid that was invisible to most and he didn't mind that. he lived in his own world. never the best at school. never the worst. he got along with other kids but didn't seem to have a ton of them he could really call friends. it worried victoria to see him so isolated, his existence somewhat liminal.
but she was always too tired to play host or get him to birthday parties, sleepovers, etc. the older he got the more he spent time taking care of her. making sure she ate. slept. hydrated. making sure she laughed. it was that tendency, the fact that her seven year old was taking care of her more than her husband was what made Victoria wake up.
jasper wasn't a bad father. he visited when he could, but he never stayed long. checked in when he couldn't. he always sent money. and when he was home, god did quincy love it. victoria asked him to come back and he tried. for a time. but in the end, he just couldn't. they split up officially when Quincy was eight. they'd never been legally married, so there wasn't much paperwork to sort through. just emotions.
it was surprisingly easy for quincy. his father had never truly been around, not permanently so he didn't know life with him in it regularly. it hurt to know he wouldn't have that picture perfect family. but he realized how sad his mother was when jasper wasn't around but also...how sad she seemed with him there. lonely. he didn't want that for her. jasper stayed in their life, he stayed quincy's father, but he never lived with them again and victoria let him go.
she got her job back at the school and though it was a pay cut, the hours were better. she picked up a second job and life went on. Quincy started going to an after-school program and things were good. for a while. he got picked on a bit by older kids. he was quiet and immersed in things most considered nerdy, like superheroes and comics. he was an easy target too. he never fought back and things only escalated.
he'd come home with his things missing. bruises. clothes ripped. he'd never say who. or why. his mother spoke to the director. but they said quincy never reported. it took a youth staff member to figure out what was happening and he took quincy under his wing. he was nerdy himself and he taught quincy how to stand up for himself. did he like it? no. but he trusted the staff member and he followed his directions. did it all end immediately? no, but they worked on it together and he introduced quincy to other parts of nerdom. anime and d&d. he joined a little group at the center and through there he made other friends. and there was safety in numbers.
by the time he hit high school, quincy was well adjusted. he could stand up for himself when needed. he had a close group of friends. he started playing some sports. did well in class. always middle of the pack but that was enough for him. especially since he knew from an early age he wanted to go into acting. specifically voice over acting. it was a bit of a shock to his mother, most people really. he was such a quiet guy and he never seemed to like to stand out. but his friends knew otherwise. he was animated when gaming, both video games and table top. and he was great at voices. he ran various dungeons and dragons games, voiced an insane amount of characters and he was good. really really good.
so when it came time to graduate, he went to a college near by. he took theater. and being on stage could be rough, but again, he was good at it. he could step into different roles like a chameleon. he didn't finish any sort of degree though. he mostly went for practice and then found himself traveling south to LA when he hit 20.
it was....expensive. and hard. he knew it would be, but nothing could really prepare him for the extent of it. he got a few jobs here and there. commercials. radio ads. he even got cast in a low budget play or two. but nothing major for god...so long. he lived with roommates and worked any odd job he could get his hands on. but it was killing him. for the first time in his life he was actually trying, really really trying to be more than run of the mill and he was failing.
it took five years but eventually he left LA and moved further south to a small town called Aurora Bay. How he heard of it, he doesn't remember but it was cheaper. still close enough to go to auditions and what not, but it took the pressure off. which was helpful when he learned his mom, who was still in arizona, had met someone. he was happy for her of course and his dad was still living that rolling stone life so it wasn't like he expected them to get back together. he just-- he wasn't sure she'd ever find someone she loved as much as him. turns out, she did.
quincy went home to meet him and his daughter, gillian, early on in the relationship. he wasn't an intimidating guy. he was still as low key and soft as ever. but. this was his mother and he wanted to make sure she was well taken care of. again, he was surprised. darren owens was a good guy. a traveler, like jasper, but in the end, he stayed for her and that meant the world to them both. quincy was treated with respect and he in turn treated him the same. he and gilly became closer by the day. quincy didn't stay more than a few of them, but he kept in touch. visited on the holidays and what not.
It was around this time, while he was living in Aurora Bay and traveling, work started to pick up. He quit his attendant job at the Comic Emporium. He was cast in a few animated things, some anime dubs, some video games. He'd stay in LA, crashing on couches as he needed but he was getting good traction and some good money. It wasn't super sustainable though so after a while he made the decision to pump the breaks. He got his old job back and began working on things he could do from home and not travel so often. Eventually the owner of the Comic Emporium decide to retire. Quincy had been saving his money from his bigger projects and investing and in one very impulse decision, offered to just-- buy it.
It was insane really, but he loved the place and its customers. He could still do his own thing, make his own hours and keep things running just the way its patrons liked it. It seemed kinda perfect and even more so when Gilly moved to town a year later. That too was a surprise, but another good one. Things in general have been good and yeah, maybe it's not GREAT, but Quincy is more than ok with that.
Connections:
gillian liang // step- sister.
paxton brady // employee @ comic emporium. brief 'coworkers' in LA
ziggy kang // employee @ comic emporium.
asher oritz // sister's boyfriend? kid brother status
noah atwood // future d&d group member
Wanted Connections:
regular patrons @comic emporium
d&d clients & party members
old friends/contacts from arizona
nerd friends
gaming buddies
exes. tinder matches. flings. a fwb.
fishing buddies.
neighbors
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Full Name: Asher Jayden OrtizÂ
Nicknames: Ash
Pronouns and Gender:Â He/Him, Cis Male
Age and Birthday:Â 27 years old, December 2nd
Birth place: Scottsdale, ArizonaÂ
Sexuality: Panromantic Pansexual
Status: Taken by @thegillyxliang
Occupation: Surf's Up Surf Shop Attendant, PT apprentice w/ @silascody
Education: High School Diploma
Residence: Seabrook Quarter
Time in Aurora Bay: 2 years
Face claim: Froy Gutierrez
tw theft, emotional neglect, bullying and violence mention, arrest mention, adhd mention and medication
HISTORY â
Asherâs earliest memories were of being raised by everybody and nobody all at once. His mother was either happy and overbearing or she hardly had the patience to handle him or his siblings at all after long shifts down at the local diner. A busy household full of kids, he had been the youngest for five years of his life. That did not mean he was doted on, but rather, passed around.
His father was a frail ghost of a man, a hollowed-out shell whose presence cast an uncomfortable pallor over the home that over time. He ended up laid off at his construction job early in Ash's life, and he became a man Ash grew to resent when he felt more absent despite his consistent presence in their trailer. Molding to the recliner in the living room, only paying mind to the television.
His oldest sister held things together, for the most part, along with his older brother. They were a cohesive unit to help around the house as their mother worked long hours and their father sat in his favorite recliner watching reruns to his favorite shows.
Until the day his older brother decided enough was enough and he left, his mother screaming while he disappeared. Asher was already prone to bouts of fiery frustration, next in line as the middle child he helped shoulder some responsibilities with his eldest sibling for the sake of his younger twin sisters.
A tumultuous home life bled into school, and not one to tolerate bullies â not for himself, and even less so for the two girls â Asher lashed out frequently on both of their behalf. He also lacked his own emotional regulation, and when things got to be too much, too fast, expressing the frustrations was not an easy task for him. He'd shut down or he'd lash out, no in between.
He was always moving, always a part of him fidgeting. His knee incessantly bouncing under the table and hands touching anything within reach never failed to eventually make his mother snap at him, and, having not realized he was doing it, he would comply. Give it a couple minutes later, heâd be thinking about something else and would be at it again. Itching to move, unable to focus. He needed stimulation of some sort, distractions, to have multiple things to divide his attention with until it was too much. A diagnosis of ADHD only led to medication that Asher tried and then after weeks of brain fog, he flushed instead.
The first thing he stole from an actual business was a pack of gum from the gas station he was working at. After then it was some hygiene products and next, cigarettes, even though he didnât smoke at the time. That's when he learned there was something addictive about the thrilling feeling of theft, and he reveled in the anticipation of making sure he didnât get caught. Not to mention the lucrative venture it was to resell any stolen products from cartons of cigarettes to pints of booze. It is only expected he had a few petty-crime arrests, but that just taught him to be sneakier about it.
Somewhere along the lines, Asher decided he was done with Scottsdale, Arizona, so when he was twenty-three he decided to follow his older brother's footsteps. His youngest sisters were old enough now to fend for themselves, and half the cash he made reselling stolen items was stashed in an envelope that he taped behind his dresser. So, he hopped on a bus and headed West.
Passed Phoenix and through Nevada, he ended up getting off somewhere near Los Angeles. Apartment prospects were slim, and it took a minute before he found himself sofa surfing via Craigslist adds. He paid those who allowed him to sleep on the couch as he bounced around until he headed out of the bigger city life and south.
Once again, he hopped on a bus and took it to a nameless destination. That ended up being Aurora Bay. A smaller beach town that is more laid back, right on the water which Ash has grown to love, and easy to navigate as his feet search for firm ground. He's still wet behind the ears, but his ability to adapt as made it easier for him to make it home. Between his wages and the occasional⌠petty theft⌠he found a studio to live in. Even with his mattress on the floor still, it's home for now, and he couldn't be more content.
TRAITS.
+ Easy-going, amicable
+/- Adventurous, adaptable
- Reckless, impatient
HEADCANONS.
âš his favorite nonalcoholic drink is strawberry lemonade. as for alcoholic, he has a preference for beers, especially any sort of craft IPAs. though he is also more than happy to settle with a bottle of corona.
âš he doesn't take medication for his ADHD. one trial run on something he cannot remember the name of turned him into a zombie for three months - his words. he didn't feel the same, his mind was foggy, he had no drive. that was enough for ash to just avoid any prescription aid there on out.
âš his favorite video game is fallout.
âš although he has admitted to knowing the hoe down throwdown, he also knows the dance to that song in the goofy movie partly because of his little sisters, and partly because it's his favorite movie. he's not super graceful, but does he give it his all... Â
âš asher travels light when he moves, abandoning all thrifted possessions to donation bins, but the one thing he does hold onto forever are photos he has with anyone important..
âš asher has a stick and poke tattoo of a sun on the inside of his middle finger that matches gillian's.
âš he has had to wear an ankle monitor before, after sentenced to house arrest and a curfew when he was about sixteen to seventeen years old. he'd been caught breaking and entering, and charged with attempted burglary.
âš asher understands spanish better than his speaks it. his father did a piss poor job teaching him anything beyond expletives, otherwise the rest had been picked up over the scarce visitations with his grandparents.
âš asher has an ill-mannered pit mix puppy he found on the streets. she's friendly as anything, but she jumps and isn't trained. he named her sedona (gillian's influence) and calls her his 'dona girl.
âš his current new hobby is trying to learn how to play a ukelele.
âš asher has a rule that anyone who enters his home writes their name on a sticky note and sticks it to a smiley face on this poster.
âš does not know gold trans am but ke$ha is a song about sex. genuinely thinks itâs about riding passenger in a trans am.
CONNECTIONS.
Asher is a rather amicable person. He is friendly and tries to be kind to most people, but his brotherly tendencies to tease and give people a hard time does come out from time to time. Itâs all in good fun even if it might rub people the wrong way. He does mean well despite that. The fact heâd grown up a little too fast for his liking has him catching up on lost time, per se, so he easily shirks his responsibilities in favor of fun. Impulsivity is a weakness of his as he fervently chases that dopamine rush.
He also has a tendency to fall through on communication on his end of the conversation, be it because he forgot after the notification was gone from his text messages, or simply because heâs misplaced his phone. Expect a lack of consistency, but when he is around, a good time.
He does have an end game connection, and hook-up plots are off the table.
⥠@ulyflynn - his first real friend in aurora bay, his ride or die. asher will do do near anything uly asks, and he isn't afraid to smother him with his presence. he doesn't want to imagine his future with his boy by his side. he feels safest around him, and would go so far to say that he'd been meant to wander into aurora bay to cross paths.
⥠@thegillyxliang - blast from the past, an old more-than-friends, deeper than friends-with-benefits relationship. after recent events, they official have a label for the first time.
⥠@helenasoarcs - party partner, asher has no qualms about holding her hands and bringing to any and all of aurora bay's beach keggers and house parties. she is great fun to be around, and he loves when she pops into the shop to distract him from work.
⥠@firefighterrojas - angel could have saved himself from the clingy energy that is asher if he hadn't offered him a helping hand when moving his things into his place next door. now there won't be a single thing he can do to escape, and ash will do well to drag him to the beach and all about if given the chance.
⥠@wesxevans - once online friends that gotten close, a series of hook-ups during the last visit ash took to salem, ma left ash panicked. so, he ran, feelings being too hard of a thing, just as the admission that he reacted to the ego boost and using a best friend for such a thing... well, ash ghosted.
⥠@cricketcampbell - ash knows cricket through gillian, and he thinks she's great fun. MORE TBA.
⥠@dilcne - a neighbor from across the street, ash has a bad habit of letting sedona loose. it's not purposeful, but it does cause for chaos when she decides to chase lorna's cats, or she gets into lorna's flowerbeds. he does replant what he can, until his lack of green thumb proves to be more harm than good, and he is apologetic. it doesn't do anything to lessen the headache of an unruly, bad mannered dog, though.
⥠@atticus-cortes - paths crossed one in the apartments, and then again later at the surf shop, it's as if the universe had meant for these two to become friends. Surf and skate buddies, ash took to atticus quickly. he loves sharing his space with him when the opportunity arises, and he's even set up a second hammock in his living room for him. it might be at the risk of his security deposit, but hey, the homie's got to be comfortable.
⥠@leomlarson - it's written in the stars that at most, if not all, house parties will end with ash and leo crossing one another's path. much to his excitement, of course, as ash finds leo to be a very comforting and easy presence to be around. he never fears judgment around him, always finds a reason to laugh, and can feel like he is a little bit at home in the shroud of smoke that oftentimes surrounds them.
⥠@thevaleriaxortiz - where val is technically asher's older sister, she'd always been his mother figure and confidant. it was a tough decision to leave her behind in arizona, but he knew had he not, he wouldn't have ever made it out. now that she is in aurora bay, he hopes to continue their relationship where it left off, and to share his life there with her.
⥠@masoncambridge - friends after ash tried to steal from the smoke shop. thank you for your mercy, mason.
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âš inspo.
âš soundtrack.
âš personal playlist.
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Caring for Your Pets in Scottsdale, AZ: How a Veterinarian Can Help1. Understanding Animal Health in Scottsdale2. Preventative Care and Vaccinations for Scottsdale Pets3. Early Detection of Health Issues4. Specialized Expertise for Scottsdale Pets5. Emergency Care and Support in Scottsdale6. Building a Lifelong Relationship with Your Vet7. Conclusion: A Healthy Pet for a Happy Scottsdale Life
Notes from a Vet
In Scottsdale, Arizona, pets are cherished members of the family, accompanying their owners on hikes through the McDowell Sonoran Preserve, strolls along the Scottsdale Waterfront, or relaxing at pet-friendly patios. With Scottsdaleâs desert climate and active lifestyle, ensuring your petâs health and happiness is essential. Local veterinarians provide expert care tailored to the unique needs of pets in this vibrant community, helping them thrive in every season.
Scottsdaleâs desert environment presents specific challenges for pet owners. The intense heat, dry air, and desert wildlife can affect your petâs health. Dehydration, heatstroke, and encounters with pests like scorpions or snakes are concerns in the area. Regular check-ups with a Scottsdale veterinarian help address these risks, keeping your pet healthy and prepared for life in this unique climate.
With Scottsdaleâs many trails, parks, and outdoor spaces, your pet may be exposed to risks like ticks, fleas, or communicable diseases. Preventative care is crucial to keeping them safe. Veterinarians in Scottsdale offer vaccinations for diseases like rabies, parvovirus, and distemper while also providing flea, tick, and heartworm prevention programs. They can also provide expert advice on hydration, paw care for hot pavement, and nutrition to support your pet in the desert climate.
Veterinarians in Scottsdale are trained to detect early signs of illness that may go unnoticed by pet owners. Routine exams can identify health concerns such as dental disease, arthritis, or obesity before they escalate. Early detection is especially important for chronic conditions like kidney disease or diabetes, which are easier to manage when diagnosed early. A trusted Scottsdale veterinarian ensures your pet stays healthy and active for years to come.
Scottsdaleâs pet community is diverse, including everything from energetic dogs to independent cats and exotic pets like reptiles. Local veterinarians have the specialized knowledge needed to address these unique needs. Whether your dog requires orthopedic care after a hike, your cat needs behavioral support, or your reptile requires specific environmental care, Scottsdale veterinarians provide tailored treatment. For advanced needs, they can refer you to specialists in the area.
Pet emergencies can happen at any time, whether your dog encounters a rattlesnake on a hike or your cat ingests something harmful at home. Many Scottsdale veterinarians offer emergency services or partner with nearby 24-hour animal hospitals. Knowing you have access to immediate care during critical situations provides peace of mind and can be lifesaving for your pet.
Regular visits to a veterinarian in Scottsdale help establish a lifelong bond between you, your pet, and the veterinary team. Your vet will learn your petâs health history, habits, and specific needs, allowing for more personalized care. As your pet ages, their care plan can be adjusted to meet their changing needs, ensuring they live a long, happy, and healthy life in Scottsdale.
Scottsdale offers a pet-friendly lifestyle filled with outdoor adventures, luxurious amenities, and a welcoming community. To keep your pet healthy and happy in this beautiful desert city, itâs essential to prioritize regular veterinary care. From preventative treatments to emergency services and long-term health management, Scottsdale veterinarians are your partners in ensuring your pet thrives. With the help of a trusted veterinarian, your furry (or scaly) friend can enjoy everything Scottsdale has to offer while living their best life.
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Well, that was easy. Just did a survey on the job site that asked if I'm still happy in Florida.
No.
Do you feel at home in Florida?
No.
Do you want to move to another state?
Yes.
Do you want to live in another state?
Yes.
Seriously, we're so out of here! Don't have a choice anymore, although that's just fine with me. I'm ready to go for a variety of reasons, though politics has little to do with it. We did it, tried it, lived it, and just don't like it.
As I've said before, I don't mind the humidity, but my nose sure does. Woke up in the middle of my sleep to pee and couldn't get back to sleep because my nose was so fucking stuffy I could barely breathe out of it. I was up for a couple of hours before I was finally able to go back to sleep. I took Claritin, not thinking it would help much, but it did.
I did some research on potential allergens where I used to live and where we may live. In Auburn, when I was having sneezing fits, it said that oaks, pines, and cedars could cause it along with ragweed. I suspect ragweed was responsible because we didn't have much of that where we ended up in Citrus Heights, and I didn't have the sneezing fits there. It was like how I was allergic to something in Phoenix but not Maricopa when we lived in Arizona.
I compared Texas and New Mexico, and it looks like New Mexico would be better. A little worried about it affecting my TMJ, but that's easier to deal with than this shit. It's also a liberal state that has Death with Dignity. Again though, we're keeping our eyes and minds open to various possibilities, and nothing is etched in stone yet. It could be several months. If it was up to me, we'd be out of here before September when the hurricanes pick up again. As a psychic, I have every reason to trust my feelings that say that within the next few years, this house may not be demolished but will definitely sustain wind damage that would be pretty costly to fix. Knowing that things typically take us longer than planned, it could be a year or two.
Tom and I couldn't agree with each other more on the fact that it's just as wrong to enshrine abortion into a state's constitution as it is to ban it because it's a fucking medical decision. Medical decisions should never be laws up for debate as to whether or not they should be banned or enshrined but be between the patients and the doctors. I mean, what are they going to do next, enshrine the fucking flu shot?
I have a surprising amount of energy, despite the break in my sleep. So, we went to Publix where I grabbed some fruit and pina colada. Itâs still super humid out there, even though weâre already a week into November. Not sure I remember being this humid this late in the year.
I had one dream where Tom lost some mobility in his elbow and another where we might have been in the middle of moving somewhere. The thing is, we were in this place that seemed to be temporary, and it wasn't an apartment but it wasn't a hotel either. It had a bedroom besides a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen, and was a lot like the Siesta Suites we stayed at in Scottsdale when we were between Phoenix and Maricopa.
I commented to Tom about being surprised that the room next to us had remained vacant that long but was planning to sleep in another room further away as soon as it was occupied. Then a woman and a man who managed or might have even owned the place were talking to us and two other couples. One was white, and the other was black. The black guy used the bathroom in our room, and as he passed by, I said hi to him. He glanced at me but didn't say anything back.
I didnât seem to be too distressed or nervous, so whatever was going on didnât bother me, and I donât think either of these dreams mean anything.
I sure hope Tom's elbow will be okay. He's had problems with it in the past, but that was a few years ago.
Lastly, I had a dream that someone asked me if I believed in reincarnation and I said no. Then they asked what I thought would happen if it did exist, and I said, "Well, given that there are so many countries, I'll probably go to another country and not remember any of the states I lived in here."
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How to Plan the Perfect Scottsdale Night Out with Friends
Introduction
Looking for the ultimate night out with friends? Scottsdale, Arizona, has you covered! Known for its vibrant nightlife, luxurious dining, and picturesque desert backdrops, Scottsdale offers the perfect setting for unforgettable evenings. Whether youâre into rooftop cocktails, dancing, or late-night eats, this city knows how to keep the party going. Ready to plan the perfect Scottsdale night out? Letâs dive in!
Understanding Your Groupâs Preferences
Knowing Your Friendsâ Tastes
Every great night out starts with understanding what your group enjoys. Are your friends foodies who crave fine dining experiences, adventure-seekers who love a thrill, or party-goers looking to dance the night away? Scottsdale caters to all tastes, so knowing your groupâs preferences will help tailor the night to everyoneâs liking.
Considering Group Size
Is it an intimate outing with a few close friends or a large celebration? Scottsdale has options for both! Cozy cocktail lounges are perfect for smaller groups, while larger venues like outdoor bars and event spaces accommodate bigger crowds with ease.
Choosing the Right Time
Weekends vs. Weekdays
Scottsdaleâs nightlife thrives throughout the week, but the vibe can vary. Weekends are bustling, with packed clubs and lively streets, making it ideal for those who love crowds and energy. Prefer a more relaxed atmosphere? Weekdays often mean shorter wait times and more intimate settings.
Ideal Seasons for Scottsdale
While Scottsdale is charming year-round, winter and spring are particularly magical. The weather is cooler, perfect for enjoying rooftop lounges or walking around Old Town. Summer nights, though warm, still offer fun indoor and outdoor options.
Pre-Planning Essentials
Setting a Budget
Scottsdale offers everything from luxurious, high-end experiences to budget-friendly options. Decide ahead of time how much youâre willing to spend. Planning a splurge? Check out the cityâs upscale restaurants and lounges. On a budget? There are plenty of wallet-friendly happy hours and local spots to explore.
Reserving Ahead
Scottsdale is a hotspot, especially on weekends. To avoid disappointment, make reservations for dinner or nightlife spots. Popular venues like Toca Madera or Kazimierz Wine & Whiskey Bar often book up fast, so plan early!
Crafting the Perfect Itinerary
Kickstart with a Memorable Dinner
Every great night out starts with good food. Scottsdaleâs culinary scene is a feast for the senses. Some top recommendations include:
The Mission: Perfect for modern Latin cuisine and an upscale vibe.
Olive & Ivy: Great for Mediterranean-inspired dishes with a beautiful waterfront patio.
FnB: A local favorite known for its seasonal, farm-to-table menu.
Exploring Scottsdaleâs Bar Scene
After dinner, dive into the cityâs vibrant bar scene. For craft cocktails, head to The Beverly on Main or Second Story Liquor Bar. Want something more laid-back? Check out Coach House, a Scottsdale institution with a casual, welcoming vibe.
Adding Unique Experiences
Scottsdale offers more than just bars and restaurants. Consider spicing up your night with unique experiences like live music at Rockbar Inc., a comedy show at The Comedy Spot, or even a desert-themed escape room challenge!
Transportation Tips
Renting a Party Bus
For larger groups, a party bus can make transportation part of the fun. With music, lights, and space to mingle, itâs a great way to keep the energy high while hopping between locations.
Ridesharing Apps and Taxis
Prefer convenience? Services like Uber and Lyft are readily available in Scottsdale, ensuring you can get around safely and efficiently without worrying about parking.
Dressing for the Occasion
Scottsdaleâs Dress Code
Scottsdaleâs nightlife leans toward upscale chic. For clubs and lounges, think cocktail dresses or button-down shirts with tailored pants. Casual spots like breweries or sports bars allow for a more relaxed style, but itâs always better to be slightly overdressed than underdressed.
Weather Considerations
Desert evenings can be cool, especially in winter, so bring a light jacket. During summer, opt for breathable fabrics to stay comfortable despite the warm temperatures.
Must-Visit Locations
Old Town Scottsdale
Old Town is the heart of Scottsdaleâs nightlife. Packed with clubs, bars, and restaurants, itâs a lively destination where the party doesnât stop. Donât miss hotspots like Whiskey Row or El Hefe.
Scottsdale Waterfront
For a more sophisticated vibe, the Scottsdale Waterfront offers stunning views and upscale venues. Grab a drink at The Canal Club or dine at one of the elegant restaurants lining the water.
Rooftop Lounges
Nothing beats a rooftop view of the desert skyline. Head to Outrider Rooftop Lounge or The WET Deck at W Scottsdale for cocktails under the stars.
Making Memories with Fun Activities
Escape Rooms and Game Nights
Add some excitement with group activities like escape rooms or interactive games. These are perfect for breaking the ice and getting everyone involved.
Karaoke and Dance Floors
Let your hair down and hit a karaoke bar or dance floor. Whether youâre belting out classics or showing off your moves, this is where memories are made.
Staying Safe While Having Fun
Drinking Responsibly
Itâs easy to get caught up in the fun, but pace yourself. Scottsdale has plenty of great drinks, so sip slowly and enjoy the night.
Group Safety Protocols
Stick together and stay aware of your surroundings. Designate a meetup spot in case anyone gets separated, and always have a plan for getting home safely.
Wrapping Up the Night
Late-Night Eats
End the night on a delicious note! Hit up spots like AZ88 for late-night bites or grab tacos from Diego Pops. These eateries are perfect for satisfying post-party cravings.
Reflecting on the Fun
Take a moment to appreciate the memories made. Whether itâs snapping group photos or laughing about the nightâs adventures, cherish the moments with your friends.
Conclusion
Planning the perfect Scottsdale night out with friends doesnât have to be complicated. With its mix of vibrant nightlife, delicious dining, and unique activities, Scottsdale is the ultimate destination for an unforgettable evening. So grab your crew, plan your itinerary, and get ready for a night to remember!
FAQs
Whatâs the best way to get around Scottsdale at night? Ridesharing apps like Uber or Lyft are the most convenient options, but party buses are great for larger groups.
Are there any age restrictions for nightlife in Scottsdale? Most nightlife venues are 21+, but some restaurants and events may allow younger guests.
Can I find family-friendly nighttime activities in Scottsdale? Yes! Options like escape rooms, movie nights, and scenic walks are perfect for families.
Whatâs the typical cost for a night out in Scottsdale? It depends on your preferences. A luxurious night might cost $150+ per person, while casual outings can be much more affordable.
Which areas are considered the safest for nightlife? Old Town and the Waterfront are generally safe, but always stay aware of your surroundings and travel in groups.
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