#this woman offered to buy me another drink i was like no i’m done drinking for the night i’ve got stuff to do tomorrow and she was like oh i

[chuuphic]

guys being sexy is so hard leave me ALONE

[abbyslev]

crazy- toji fushiguro x reader

SFW

a/n: if you guys want a part two i’ll be so down to do it!! love this sm. don’t mind any spelling errors, i’m tipsy writing this lolol

toji would curse shiu as long as he lived. bringing him to a bar? this fancy? one drink was over $13.

“how much longer of this crap?” toji stared down at shiu, fixing his rented suit. it was last minute, and though it fit him, he wasn’t used to wearing fancy crap like this. “it’s common courtesy to let the show finish before we socialize, fushiguro.” shiu teased, smoking his cigarette.

shiu had to meet up with some higher ups, dragging toji along since he’d be doing the real dirty work. toji denied at first, as this bar was meant for crazy rich people who had nothing better to do.

his eyes met the stage, where a beautiful woman in a black, skin tight gown held into a mic, singing. her beautiful, deep voice rang in his ears. he could give less shits about the music, but more so the woman amongst him. your long, beautiful curled hair. the smokey eye that made your beautiful eyes glint in the dim light, the used ashtray on the stool beside you, the red manicured nails, everything about you made him crazy.

“don’t eat her with your eyes, fushiguro.” shiu chuckled. “who’s she?” toji didn’t dare to move his eyes from you. “don’t know her name, but she’s a real eye candy. she’s here every weekend. real charming voice, too.” shiu lit a second cigarette. “go offer her a drink.” he added.

-

not long after you, another woman joined the stage. after a few quiet “thank you’s.” and polite bows, you left the stage.

toji had lost you in the crowd for a moment. he stood up, fixing his suit. “going to find her?” shiu smirked. “shut it, asshole.” toji huffed, making his way to the bar. he felt out of place, such a strong tall man, a serial killer, a gambler, mixed in with rich assholes who’d spit on him if they knew what he did and where he had come from.

“one yamazaki shot, please!” you waved down your favorite bartender. “make that two.” toji appeared from behind you. you turned around, eyes meeting the tall man’s eyes. you were used to men buying you drinks, trying to talk to you, even trying to slip money in your top. but for some reason, this man gave you a new feeling.

toji pulled out a stool for you, taking your hand as he helped you up. he took the chair next to you, watching as you took down your shot. he did the same, keeping his face from twisting up. expensive definitely doesn’t mean good.

“my names fushiguro. what’s yours?” “kamodo.” oh, rich family. of course. “no, not that kamodo. i couldn’t even dream of being part of that family.” you laugh as you see his eyes widen at your surname. “i was about to say.” toji smiled. “you have a beautiful voice, doll.” he complimented. “thank you, i appreciate you.” you giggle, setting your hands in your lap.

“i took you more of a vodka girl, maybe even sake. but whiskey?” he flirts, eyes your beautiful features. “what can i say? stuff gets boring around here, but expensive doesn’t mean good.” you look up at the colorful bar. “took two words right out of my mouth.”

“you from here?” he tilted his head. “no, i’m from tokyo, but business brought me down here.” sorcerer business. not that you were in it anymore. truth is, you came from the rich side of the sorcerer family, but the other half of your family was just a rich surname who lived normal lives. so, rich in both worlds. you hated saying it. you dropped sorcery after your sister had died from it. you were done protecting people.

“and you?” “i just float around, not really sure what i’m doing here tonight.” toji shrugged. “your buddy brought you here?” you looked at shiu, who was shaking a man’s hand. you order another round, slipping a cigarette from a golden case in your purse. “want one?” “i don’t smoke.” he shook his head. he took down the shot, watching as you did the same.

“gentlemen, aye?” “just looking out for myself.” “smart. your buddy over there, i wonder how many packs he goes through.” you inhale the warm air, exhaling into the air. toji stared at your collarbones, his imagination running wild.

“he doesn’t give a shit about his health.” “who does? i mean, we are at bar.” you laugh. you heel bumped his leg. both of you ignored it, continuing your conversation.

after plenty more shots and many cigarettes, you two were interrupted by tojis cellphone. “sorry, have to answer this.” he shook his head. you waved him off, stretching your back. it was mostly hushed whispers. “i’ll be home in an hour, the latest, just make sure he goes to bed, alright? and tell him to put them up.” toji hung up the phone, shaking his head.

“what? your kids being bad or something?” you laughed jokingly. “yeah, little brats being bad.” he put his phone up. “wait, you have kids?”

oh, how he fucked up.

why would a young woman like you ever get with a man with kids? he wasn’t ashamed of them, he was afraid of scaring you away. looking like a whore.

“yeah, two. ones from my wife’s previous marriage.” “you have a wife?” god, he just couldn’t make it worse, could he? “sorry, i have a bad habit of calling her my wife. she passed away a couple years ago during my sons birth. just so used to calling her that.” he gave up, just spitting out the truth.

“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to overstep.” “no, i made it sound like i was an unfaithful man. i promise i’m not.” he mumbled. “it’s okay, i believe you. i know a lot of these men are cheaters. but you seem like an honest guy.” you gave him a smile.

“what are you waiting for?” you lean forward. “huh?” he snapped out of his trance. “show me those little shits! i wanna see!” you nudge his elbow. he felt a weight come off his chest. he scooted closer to you, opening his gallery. it was full of pictures of the two.

“this is tsumiki, and this is megumi.” “blessing.” you murmur. “yeah, i named him.” “he looks just like you.” you smile. “this is him on his first day of school.” he swiped to see a very snotty kid, looking like he could kick some ass. he swiped, showing megumi with a black and white dog. you recognized them. shikigami.

he was a sorcerer. toji kept rambling, assuming you had no idea what a curse was. or a sorcerer, or anything of that matter. you finally notice the man soften up.

“hey you two, time to wrap it up.” you hear a loud clap. shiu had his hand on tojis shoulder, pulling him off the stool. “oh, don’t be so cruel to the man.” you giggle. “it’s time for me to get goin, i promised those brats i’d be home earlier.” he helped you down from your chair. “hold on.” you dug in your purse, before pulling out a black pen.

you take his hand, feeling him stiffen. you wrote your number on the back of his hand, writing your full name under. he softened up after he watched what you were doing. you took his face, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “i’ll see you around, fushiguro. and tell those brats i said hey.” you waved at him, disappearing in the back.

“got yourself a date?” shiu teased. “yeah, i guess i do.”

[arcane-vagabond]

Fool's Fare: Chapter One

Fool's Fare: Chapter One

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol, Jake Seresin, suggestive language, fear of abandonment. I think that's it?

Word Count: 2.87k

A/N: Wasn't sure I was going to post again tonight, but here we are! Not sure I'm going to post a fic update tomorrow, but I might work on some drabbles and post some of the asks sitting in my inbox. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated. 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under arcane_vagabond!

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The cool, night breeze twisted its way through the door of the crowded pub as a group of patrons exited, offering the briefest relief to your clammy skin as you busied yourself behind the bar. Patrons crowded around the various tables, some laughing in the open while others crowded in the dark shadows of the corners. Your regulars were easy to spot, most of them fishermen. Their carefree attitudes set them apart from the strangers passing through who kept themselves closed off and guarded in an unfamiliar places.

“Y/n!” Called Tom, one of your regulars. He had been a good friend to your father, having known him from his early fishing days. Tom had done well for himself, having been able to put enough money away to buy his own ship - the Iceman. “How’s about another ale!”

“Coming, Captain!” you hollered over at him jovially, already moving to grab a fresh glass. You had always liked the old captain, and had considered him to be a part of your family growing up. When your parents had died, he had seen to it personally that you were taken care of and that Bradley was able to secure steady work on the various shipping vessels that docked on your shores. “Where’s Rooster?”

“Should be coming along soon, I suspect,” Tom smiled warmly. Bradley had been picking up different odd jobs as of late, his latest one being aboard the Iceman loading and unloading cargo. He had been dodging your questions about it as of late, and you had started to wonder if he was up to something.

“He’s going to work himself into an early grave,” you grumbled, sliding the glass of ale down to the captain who caught it easily. “He won’t even tell me what he’s doing all of these jobs for.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons,” mused Tom, lifting the glass up to his lips to take a swig. “He probably doesn’t want you to worry.”

“He’s worrying me by not saying anything,” you countered, leaning against the bar. At that moment, the pub door swung open, and an exhausted looking Bradley stumbled through. You rounded the bar to help him sit down as he staggered onto a stool. “Bradley, for heaven’s sake!”

“Think you can get me an ale, Guppy?” he asked, rubbing at the bags under his eyes. The tips of his ears and nose were seared pink from hours spent in the intense sun, and you frowned at him.

“What you need is sleep,” you countered, but Bradley shook his head, fixing you with tired, pleading eyes.

“Please?” he asked again, softer this time. You sighed, moving back behind the bar and pouring him a draft before sliding it over to him. He grabbed it, raising it up in a silent cheers before tossing his head back with a long swig.

“Easy, lad,” Tom frowned, watching the young man as he took another long pull from his glass. Bradley set his drink down, absentmindedly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Another,” he told you, but you shook your head.

“No, absolutely not,” you scowled as the furrow between his eyes deepened. “You need to go home and rest, Bradley.”

“She’s right, lad,” Tom started, twisting in his seat to face the younger man. “You’ll work yourself into an early grave if you’re not careful.”

“I’m fine,” Bradley muttered, resting his head against the palm of his hand. Tom gave him a wry smile before clapping his hand on the other man’s shoulder. He shot you a wink before getting up to join his crew that was gathered on the opposite side of the room. You watched him go before turning back to look at Bradley with a frown.

“C’mon, Roos,” you prodded, leaning your head down so you could meet his gaze that was fixed on the bartop. “Tell me what you’re up to.”

“Nothin’” he grumbled unconvincingly. You rolled your eyes with a purse of your lips.

“I’m having a hard time believing you,” you sniped, snatching the glass away from him. Without another word to him, you poured another ale and offered it to him. He took it, offering a small smile. He met your even gaze just long enough for you to see the flash of guilt that flitted in his eyes. “What was that?”

“What was what?” he asked, taking a small sip from his glass.

“Why do you look guilty?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you hissed, eyes blazing, “I have known you for twenty years now. Either you tell me what you’re up to right now, or I will personally see to it that you won’t be able to get another job for a month.”

“Alright,” he winced, setting the glass down and finally meeting your stare. “You have to promise me you won’t yell.”

You scoffed. “Are you twelve?”

“Guppy, promise me,” he insisted, hazel eyes pleading with you. You studied him another moment before sighing.

“Alright, fine.”

“I’m leaving.”

“You’re what?” you shrieked, causing some of the patrons to turn to the two of you as Bradley hissed at you to be quiet.

“You promised you wouldn’t be mad.”

“That was before you told me you were leaving,” you snapped. “Where are you even going to go?”

“I don’t know yet,” he admitted, leaning back. “Still need to find a crew that will take me on long-term.”

You stayed silent, watching him with furious eyes. After a couple of beats, you turned to walk back around the bar. “Caroline, I’m leaving.”

She waved after you, moving to tend to some patrons on the opposite end of the bar. Bradley watched you walk away with wide eyes before getting up to stumble after you. You flung the door of the pub open before setting off with a brisk pace down the road.

“Guppy!”

You ignored the man behind you, tears starting to gather in your eyes.

“Guppy?”

The tears began to fall, the trails they left behind on your cheeks turning to ice in the cool, night air. You turned to walk down to the beach past the docks. How could he drop that bomb shell on you? How could he keep that hidden from you in the first place? Your anger only served to cover up the true emotion you tried your hardest to ignore. Betrayal.

“Y/n, please,” Bradley begged, his long legs having helped him catch up to you by now. You stopped in your tracks, feet sliding into the sand beneath you as you whirled around. You shoved Bradley with all of your strength, shock at the unexpected movement being the only reason stumbled back at all.

“How could you?” you cried, tears falling quicker and your breath coming out shallower as you fought to keep your composure. “How could you just plan to leave me?”

“It’s not like that,” he started, but you shook your head.

“Don’t lie to me, Bradley,” you seethed, hands now clenched at your sides. “Don’t. I deserve the truth. Were you even going to say goodbye to me, or were you just going to vanish one day?”

“Of course not,” he murmured, staring at you with eyes once again pleading with you. “I would never do that to you. You know that.”

“I thought I knew you well enough to know that you wouldn’t leave,” you shot back, causing Bradley to wince. “Guess I don’t know as much as I thought I did.”

“Y/n,” he sighed, running a hand over his face and looking out at the ocean. He seemed to be mulling over his words. “It wouldn’t be forever.”

“That makes me feel so much better,” you laughed humorlessly.

“It wouldn’t be forever,” he continued, giving you a pointed look. “It would only be until I earned enough to buy my own ship.”

“You can do that here,” you argued, but Bradley shook his head with a small, empty laugh.

“I can’t,” he said. “I’ve barely earned enough these past weeks to live off of for a month out at sea. I’d be buried in the ground before I earned enough to buy a ship, and you know that.”

You couldn’t argue. You knew he was right, and you knew that this was not the life he had dreamed of. He had dreamed of going off with your father on one of his many voyages before the sea had claimed him. It had been years, but the pain of his and your mother’s passing still felt fresh in your heart.

You saw how Bradley looked longingly out at the sea when he thought you weren’t looking, or how he always looked happiest standing on the deck of a boat. No, Bradley was meant for a life at sea, and you knew it. You just never thought he would leave you behind.

“It won’t be forever,” he says again, moving to put his hands on your shoulders, bending down so he was eye level with you. “And when I earn enough money to buy my own ship, I’ll come back for you.”

“That could be years,” you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper. Bradley sucks in a breath before slowly nodding.

“You’re right,” he conceded, wiping the tears from your cheek.

“What if you forget about me?”

Bradley huffed out a laugh before drawing you into his arms. He hugged you tightly, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “How could I forget my baby sister? Besides, I think you’d swim across the ocean to find me if I ever forgot about you.”

You huffed a laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re probably right.”

“‘Course I am,” he chuckled, pulling away from you. “Now, c’mon. It’s freezin’ out here, and I’m exhausted.”

You allowed him to lead you up the hill to your shared home. He left a chaste kiss to the top of your head before wishing you goodnight. As you lay in bed that night, you obsessed over the one question you had refused to allow yourself to ask him down at the beach. What if the sea claimed him too?

The following night, you found yourself back behind the bar of the pub. You had heard snippets of chatter amongst the locals about an unknown ship that had docked on your shores.

“I don’t like the look of’em,” Tom had told you and Bradley as he sat at the bar. A lull in the crowd had granted you a moment to stop and talk with the two of them.

“Why’s that?” you asked. He frowned.

“When you get to be my age,” he grumbled, “you can start to pick out the rotten sorts from just a glance.”

Before you could respond, the pub door swung open, hitting the wall with a thud. All three of you turned to see a large group step through the doorway and into the warm glow of the lantern filled room. A blond man stood at the front of the group, lips curled into a confident smirk. You noted the handsome features of him and his companions, and you knew the other women in the room had as well due to the scattered giggles from around the room.

“That’s them,” Tom mumbled, taking another sip of his ale.

The blond scanned his eyes across the room before catching sight of you at the bar. A twinkle of intrigue shone in his eyes as he began to saunter over to you, his crew dispersing to find a table to sit at. You shot a weary glance at Tom before moving to meet the tall stranger on the opposite side of where Bradley sat.

“Evenin’” you greeted with a polite smile. “What can I get you?”

The man looked you over with lick of his lips. “An ale, and your company if you’re offerin’ that too.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm. It wasn’t the first time a patron had made a pass at you, but it was the first time a patron was that devilishly handsome. “The ale, I can get you, but I’m not in the habit of entertaining sailors.”

“Shame,” the stranger grins, watching as you pour his drink. You hand it to him, and you feel a shiver run up your spine as his fingers graze yours. “Would have been nice to have someone as pretty as you in my bed tonight.”

You saw Bradley’s jaw tick from the corner of your eye, and you shot him a warning glance. This part of your job wasn’t new, and you had long since learned how to handle yourself in these situations.

“I believe there are more than a couple of girls over there who would be willing to warm your bed tonight, Mr…?”

“Seresin,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Jake Seresin. And I’m not interested in having anyone but you, pretty girl.”

“Well, then it looks like your bed will go cold tonight after all,” you said to him. Bradley snorted, trying to cover it with a cough, but Jake ignored him.

“Seresin,” Tom grunted, causing all three of you to look at him. He shook his head, and turned to glare at Jake. “I’ve heard of you. You’re a pirate.”

The conversation died in the pub as everyone turned to look at your little group by the bar. Jake’s easy grin never faltered as he stared back at Tom.

“Pirate is such a nasty word,” he drawled, taking a sip of his ale. “I prefer the term…liberator.”

“Whatever you call it, you have no business here,” Tom snapped.

“I beg to differ, my friend,” Jake countered, moving to stand. Turning to the rest of the room, he stated, “I’m looking for men to join my crew. You keep what you can carry with you. If you’re interested, come see me.”

And with one final glance at you, he sauntered off towards the back of the room where his crew had taken up purchase.

“Pirates?” you asked, looking at Tom hesitantly. He shook his head and got up to go join his own crew in the corner. You peered at Bradley from the corner of your eye. He studied the rim of his glass as he stroked it thoughtfully.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him. He jumped as your words pulled him from his train of thought.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, refusing to meet your gaze. You studied him him for a moment until you saw the quick glance he threw towards the back of the room.

“No,” you snapped, causing him to finally meet your gaze. “Absolutely not.”

“What?” he scowled, but you fixed him with a glare and a finger pointed into his chest.

“Don’t even think about it,” you hissed in warning. Bradley glared right back at you before hopping off his stool and strutting towards the crew at the back. You scrambled around the bar after him. You closed the distance just as he stopped in front of Jake.

“I want to join your crew,” he stated. Jake looked at him with an amused look, eyes flickering to you as you pulled on Bradley’s arm so that he faced you.

“Bradley, don’t,” you begged.

“Y/n, enough,” he snapped down at you, taking you aback. His eyes softened as you looked up at his broad frame with hurt bewilderment. He let out a long sigh, running a hand through his sandy brown locks. He looked back at you before continuing. “Don’t you see, Guppy? This is my chance. If I don’t go now, who knows when I’ll get another opportunity to leave and make my fortune.”

“Roo, you’re my brother. I can’t let you do this,” you pleaded, taking his hand in yours. You willed him to listen to you, but it was no use.

“I’ve made my decision, Guppy,” he said. You couldn’t stop the flash of hurt you knew passed over your face as Bradley turned back to the captain. You looked around at the other patrons desperately before settling your eyes on Tom. He was already looking at you with a solemn expression, shaking his head.

“Sign here,” Jake instructed, pointing to the piece of parchment he had rolled out onto the table. Bradley obeyed, scratching his name in quick strokes to the bottom. You felt the tears start to run down your face before you could stop them. You couldn’t stop anything, it seemed. Bradley straightened and turned to look at you. The two of you stared at one another for several moments before you turned on your heel and stormed away from him.

That night, as you lay in bed, you dreamed of the sea. You dreamed of blue and green swirling around you as you struggled to breath. You dreamed of splintering wood and echoed shrieks that were drowned out by thundering waves. You dreamed of strange creatures that lurked the deep as they waited for their next meal. You dreamed of golden hair and cocky smirks as they taunted you beneath the waves. You dreamt of a cold, calloused hand that pulled you under until the surface was nothing but a distant memory.

[writinground2]

62 with Katie mccabe where reader goes to games a lot and runs into her at a bar, things progress and whatever and Katie’s like… I feel like I know you from somehwere

Straw - Katie McCabe

Katie glared at the back of the man that pushed his way next to her at the bar. The man had pressed his way between her and another woman waiting for the bartenders attention. He angled his body to lean into the uninterested woman, offering to buy her a drink, asking her name a few times, introducing himself, and trying to say why she should give him a chance. Katie could see how uncomfortable the other woman was and was about to intervene when the man’s hand settled too low on her hip but was stopped as the bartender came over. 

“There you go Stephen, tabs all settled up,” the bartender tried to draw his attention on to her, placing his credit card and receipt on the bar top.

“Nah, I didn’t ask to settle up,” he dismissed her, shoving his card back, but kept his eyes on the woman next to him. 

“Nah mate, you did when you couldn’t accept no for an answer,” Y/N leaned on her hands, staring the man down as he shifted to look her. 

“I’m not settling up, the lady wants to have a drink with me,” Stephen gave a smirk that Katie was sure he thought looked attractive. 

“You’re already settled up, thanks for the great tip by the way,” Y/N smirked back. This one Katie knew looked attractive, it was a little shifted, tipped up higher on one side causing one dimple pop a little more than the other. 

Stephen turned to fully face Y/N behind the bar now. Katie could see the shift in him as he did, the charming man gone, nothing but an angry glare on his face now, hands in tight fists. Y/N’s smirk didn’t leave her face, it got moderately wider. She was enjoying watching the bartender put this man in his place. 

“I didn’t tip you shit and I’m not settling up, open my tab back up. Dumb bitch,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a scoff.

“You –“ Katie loudly started, she wasn’t about to let this man speak to anyone this way. 

“We’re done talking Stephen, time to go,” Y/N’s smirk left, face set hard, she was done talking to this ignorant man, motioning her hand to the entrance to the bar. 

“You wanna fight, let’s fight,” he tossed his hands up, narrowly missing hitting people around him. 

The smirk returned to Y/N’s face, “I would love to, truly, but I have people for that, meet Straw.”

Y/N gestured to the man standing behind Stephen. He wasn’t a large man, not physically intimidating. He was only average height, but his black t-shirt was stretched tight across a well-muscled body. Katie could see him clench his jaw, fighting a smirk. 

“What kind of name is Straw?” Stephen didn’t even turn to look at the man, scoffing out a laugh. 

“Because he makes people eat through a straw,” Y/N winked. 

Now Katie could see Stephen shrink slightly, turning to see Straw standing behind him. He scoffed again when he saw the man standing a few inches shorter than him. Stephen moved quickly, wildly swinging an arm around to try and punch Straw. 

Straw moved quicker though. His forearm connected with Stephens, before it wrapped around his shoulder, while his other hand grabbed the back of Stephens head, forcing him to bend at the waist. He applied pressure to Stephen’s shoulder, forcing it into an odd angle as he forced the man to walk out of the bar. 

Everyone around watched shocked at how quick it all seemed to happen. The girl Stephen had been bothering, stood mouth agape as her friends gathered her and the group left the bar. 

“Same same?”

Katie shook her head to see Y/N standing in front of her, she looked confused until she realized Y/N was asking if she wanted the same order of drinks she had last time. 

“Oh, uhh, yea, same same,” Katie finally nodded, confirming her order. 

Katie watched her work. She watched her hands work, forearms muscles popping while she gripped the liquor bottle. Biting her lip at the sight of veins on her hands. 

“His name is actually Scott,” Y/N balanced two drinks in each hand as she placed them in from of Katie, stepping away and coming back to drop garnishes in each drink, “the bouncer, I just give him funny nicknames like that because it rattles the guys wanting to fight him.” 

Katie couldn’t contain help but tip her head back as she let out a loud laugh, “and straw is what you came up with?”

“I change it each idiot he has to fight. He hates it, wants to keep that mean face on the whole time, so I try to make it so ridiculous to get him to crack.”

Y/N rapped her knuckles against the bar before moving on to help someone else at the bar. 

Katie watched her as she tilted her head to the side, working to hear the customer better, exposing the expanse of her neck and the sharp cut of her jawline. 

“Need a hand?” Katie was knocked out of her observation as Caitlyn came up next to her. 

“Uh yea,” Katie twisted, shoving two of the drinks into Caitlyn’s hands. 

Katie found her eyes drifting back to the bar the rest of the night, offering to go up for drinks each round. Each time she was helped the other bartender. As the might slowed and people left, she was able to watch how the bartenders acted when they weren’t constantly pouring drinks. She giggled softly when she watched the two bartenders lip sync to the song blasting over the speakers, dancing in place. 

She wanted to stop at the bar on the way out, maybe get the chance to speak with Y/N again before leaving. But as they gathered their things from the table, she looked to the bar again to see Y/N’s partner alone, Y/N nowhere in sight. Sighing, she followed the girls out. 

The players were making their way around the edge of the field after the game, signing and taking pictures, smiling as they went, trying to see as many fans as they could. 

As fans became more excited, more and more pushing their way to the front, security and staff started to usher the players back into the tunnel. People continued to shout at the players, calling their names and demanding for them to come back. 

Katie felt herself being tugged away from the railing as hands started reaching out to grab at her and the other players around. A foot connected with her shoulder as someone started to swing their body over the railing. She’s pulled further away and can see someone has a grip to the back of the mans shirt and belt, pulling him back from the railing, back to the side of the stands away from her and the other players. 

She resists whoever is pulling her away, recognizing the person pulling the man away as the bartender from the weekend before. Y/N has pulled the man drunken man away from climbing onto the field and is now swatting wild swings from the man. Everyone else has cleared away from the pair now, not wanting to be involved. 

The brunette shouldn’t want to laugh at the situation, but she does, a smile breaks out. Y/N looks board while she deflects the drunken swings, while telling the man to settle down and to stop. 

Security gets down the stairs to where the fight is going on. Both are separated, the man now attempting to fight the two officers pulling him away. Y/N remains uninterested, but quickly becomes upset as the officers start to restrain her as well, arguing her case that she was trying to help. 

“Oi! She’s good!” Katie tugs herself away from the staff, calling out to the security, “stop! Bring her back!” 

Security stops pulling Y/N up the stairs but keep their hands on to ensure Katie is speaking to them. At Katies frantic nod, waving her back to them, they let her go apologizing for the mistake. 

Y/N says it’s alright, even shaking their hands to show she’s alright, understanding they were working to keep the players safe.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere,” Katie tapped an index finger against her lips, pretending to think, “I thought you had guys for people like him?” Katie smiles at her, hands on her hip. 

“I usually do, but it is way more fun when I get to do it myself,” Y/N had made it back to the railing, leaning her elbows against it.

“So, you make it a habit to get into fights with drunk men?”

“It’s one of my favourite past times actually,” Y/N says, trying to look serious, but Katie could see the sparkle in her eye. 

They stand in awkward silence for a second, Katie doesn’t know what to say now. Does she thank her? Offer to sign her shirt? 

“Uhh, great game,” Y/N gestured to the field. 

“Thanks!” 

Football she could talk about, but she can’t seem to think of anything else to say, so maybe not so much. 

Y/N begins to say her good-bye, turning around to leave. 

“Thanks!” Katie shouts as she turns, “thanks for grabbing the drunkard.”

Y/N turns back around, “no worries. Sorry to say, but your security didn’t really look like they had it handled there.”

By now the stadium is mostly cleared out, stadium staff working to start cleaning up after the game. Katie shivered, the cool fall air cutting through her sweat soaked kit. 

Y/N notices, “I’ll let you go, you look cold. It was good seeing you again!”

Katie says good-bye too and lets Y/N leave. She groaned as soon as she entered the tunnel, scrapping a hand down her face, regretting that she couldn’t think of anything to say to keep Y/N around long. 

“Chin up,” Leah pokes finger under her chin. 

“Ugh, you saw that?”

“One of the benefits of not playing,” she shrugs with a grin, “get to hang around and watch you make a fool of yourself.” 

Katie shoves Leah away from her with a groan, making her way into the change room. 

The forwards shoulder drop when she scans the stands again before kick off, hoping to see Y/N back. Once the whistle is blown, she forgets all about scanning the crowd for Y/N, focused on the game going on. 

At the final whistles, they all start waving to the fans, beginning to make their normal rounds again. Katies first heads to the section she had seen Y/N in the week before. She takes pictures and tries to give everyone her attention, but she keeps pulling away to look around the crowd, hoping to see Y/N again. 

“We gotta stop meeting like this,” Katie hears as she walks back into the tunnel, stopping in her tracks. Looking up, she sees Y/N leaned against the wall just inside the tunnel. 

“It’s a little stressful when security comes and asks you to come with them right when the game starts. Worked out alright when they gave me this thing though,” she tugged at the access pass around her neck, “not as fun without the drunks though.”

“How’d you get that?”

Y/N’s face drops. Katie wants to slap herself. That’s the first thing she decides to say?

 “Leah. She had security come and get me and bring me up to the box with her.”

Y/N fidgets with the pass, “sorry, Leah must have gotten the wrong impression.”

Pushing off the wall, she starts to make her way down the hallway she was brought in from. 

“Fuck,” Katie takes quick steps to catch up to Y/N, “Leah didn’t get it wrong. I was just surprised. I promise I am happy you’re here. Let me change quick and I can take you for a drink?”

Y/N smiles, nodding and moves to lean against the wall again.

Katie rushes into the locker room, shouting a quick ‘thank you’ to Leah.

Minutes later Katie bursts back into the hallway, hair still damp while she pulls it into a bun.  Whipping her head around looking for Y/N. 

“Over here,” Y/N calls from the end of the hallway with a wave. 

Letting out a relieved sigh, she makes her way to Y/N, “I don’t know about you, but how about dinner too?”

Y/N agrees and lets Katie lead her from the stadium. Katie flipping off a few of her teammates who joke to her on the way out. 

[greenaway-torres]

Summary: I lost the request (I’m so sorry😭😭) but someone requested something with f!reader who is skilled fighter and is cold and robotic to everyone else but Hook. Sorry this took me so long. I decided to do this in headcanon style.

You two first met in a ring of some sorts. Once a month, a fighting tournament was hosted for people to place bets against the contenders. On one fateful day, Hook came to the games (after being dragged by Smee and a few other crew members). You made it to the last round, going against a man who was twice your size in every sense of the word

Even though he had watched you fight all of your other opponents flawlessly, he was still worried about you. It was just because this man looked like he could squish you under his heel, that’s all (he lied to himself)

As the fight went on, some people in the crowd wondered why it took so long. The champion should have beaten you by now. Bets were placed on it. But Hook watched you. You had a devious smile on your face. Compared to the other times you fought, you were more lax, like you enjoyed the challenge of fighting. You were toying with him

Of course you won, being named the new champion of the ring and dubbed “The Firebird” for the red silk scarf that was tied on the end of your sword

He later came up to congratulate you and offered to buy you a drink. That drink turned into a walk and a walk turned into a few month long stay. Soon, Hook confessed his feelings for you during a night walk and asked you to come to his ship with him

Now you were part of his crew. Some knew who you were, having seen you fight in the ring a few times. Others were skeptical and questioned their captain’s decision. One tried to intimidate you, saying that Hook must have been out of his mind to have a woman on the ship at all. A little “discussion” left the man in the infirmary and the rest of the crew not doubting you again

You warmed up to them eventually, but you were still waiting for another one to try you again. They had this sort of expectation about you, and it wasn’t even you. They wanted to see the Firebird; the woman who fought off multiple men alone with just one sword. The reigning champion of the ring. And that’s what you gave them. They figured the short remarks, stone expressions, and cold shoulder was part of that

But Hook treated you like a person. A queen. He didn’t care about your sword. That wasn’t why he wanted you in his ship. He invited you because he loved and cared for you and didn’t want to leave without you. He wanted you, not the Firebird.

He was gentle and caring with you, treating you with more respect and kindness than anyone else. And you gave him the same. In private moments, you kissed his hand as you helped him with plans for Pan. He would send you off to bed, telling you to get some rest. But before you left, you kissed him goodnight

One night, a crew member caught you two near the back of the ship. He went off and told the rest of the crew how lovey dove you two looked. When you went below deck to get some sleep, they teased you for it. You drew your blade and pinned the member against the wall. “Anyone else have trouble with me and shook?” The crew went scampered off, trying to find something else to occupy their time

Hook did talk to you about it, saying that they meant it as a joke. No harm done. You listened to him, promising that you wouldn’t draw a blade on one of them. Perhaps, though, a solid punch

You didn’t have anymore problems with them though. You eventually learned to take the comments in stride. The first time you laughed at one, everyone was surprised. Even Hook

A few times, when you all were in a tough situation in a bar, they fought alongside you. They didn’t expect you to handle their mess. They took care of you and treated you like one of them. They became your family, and you did everything you could to protect them

[neurodivergent-fox-demon]

Day 3 - Pumpkin Spice

Stiles gazed around the apartment and nodded. “I like it.” He looked over at the realtor. “When can I sign the lease?”

The woman smiled sweetly at him. “You can sign them now but the apartment won’t be ready to move into for another week.”

Stiles nodded, scratching at the scruff on his chin. He hadn’t really shaved since he got into Beacon Hills 5 days ago. “That’s fine. It’ll take me about a week to close everything up in Washington.” He gestured for the woman to lead the way. “Let’s get the papers in order. It’s a lease with an option to buy, right?”

“Yes sir. Mr. Hale was very clear on wanting to give you as much flexibility as you needed.” The blonde grinned at him.

Stiles rolled his eyes, stopping in the doorway. “This property is owned by the Hales? Which Hale is it?” He knew the woman was just trying to do her job and would get a heavy commission for this.

The blonde stopped and watched him. “Peter Hale. I assumed you knew that he owned all three properties we looked at today. He’s offering you your choice of apartment at 30% of market value.”

Stiles cursed, shaking his head. “That meddling assface.” He ran his hand through his hair thinking. “How much is he offering to sell this property to me?”

The woman blushed, taking out the paperwork. ”$260,000 for this apartment or $899,000 for the entire building.”

Stiles groaned and went to lean against the kitchen counter. “And how much for the 6 month lease?”

The woman grinned at him. “$400 a month.”

Stiles just started laughing. “This is California! Rent is supposed to be at least eight times that much.” He looked over at the woman and sighed. “Give me the damn paperwork to buy the fucking building.”

🐺

Stiles stormed into Derek’s house and found his ex husband at the counter making some sort of orange smoothie. “Guess what you just fucking bought because your uncle is a meddling asshole?”

Derek raised a brow at him as he pushed the blender to the side. “And this is my fault, how?”

“I’m not sure. Give me a few minutes to think of a reason. You bought an apartment building.” He glared at him for a moment before looking at the blender. “What the hell are you making?”

Derek laughed. “I already own 5, why not make it an even 6.” He looked over at Stiles. “Did you think this would piss me off? I never took you off the accounts, knowing you might need the money.” He poured Stiles a glass. “Eli wanted pumpkin juice.” He licked his lips. “So, I’m guessing your apartment hunting went awry somehow?”

Stiles took the offered drink. “Somehow your uncle managed to hijack my realtor and all the properties she showed me belonged to him.” He winced while taking a sip of the overly sweet concoction.

Derek groaned, rolling his eyes. “So…essentially you purchased a Hale property, using Hale money?”

Stiles smirked at him. “Yup.”

“Stiles! That is money laundering!” Derek gaped at him. “Do you realize how much trouble Peter can get into?”

”I’m in the FBI, Derek. I know exactly what I’ve done.” Stiles chuckled. “Your uncle is basically a serial killer. I doubt he’d let a little thing like money laundering take him down.”

Derek let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why are you trying to be difficult, Stiles? He just wanted to make sure you had a comfortable place to live.”

“No, he wanted to control everything, once again.” Stiles growled. “He wanted me to pay $400 a month in California.”

Derek stared at him, blinking rapidly. “So you’re upset because he wanted to… what? Save you money on rent?”

“No! I’m upset because I’m sick and tired of everyone meddling and pushing me back here. I’m tired of everyone trying to make me forgive your ass.” He ranted, running a hand over his face. “I came back for Eli. Nothing changes between you and I, got it?”

“Understood.” Derek held up his hands in surrender. “So did you really use my account to buy an apartment building?”

“Yeah, but all the paperwork is under my name. It’s on the up and up.” Stiles chuckled. “You know why I have never used your money until today?”

Derek shrugged. “I assumed it was an independence thing. You make your own money, Stiles.” He put the pumpkin juice in the fridge. “Eli and I just wanted you to have access to the accounts as a safety net.” He raised a brow at him, “How much did the apartments cost?”

Stiles hummed. “After all the closing costs, $945,000. It is just a drop in the bucket. It’s three apartments. I figured Eli and Hikari could have the other two.” He sighed, lighting a cigarette.”

“Smart.” Derek chuckled. “You just wanted to rankle me?”

Stiles gave him a little smart ass smile. “It’s still kind of fun, after 18 years.”

“God love you, Stiles Stilinski-Hale.” Derek sighed, shaking his head. “Eli should be home from school soon. Do you want to tell him you bought him an apartment?”

“I’d like to steal him for dinner, if that is alright with you.” Stiles sighed, looking around the kitchen. The place had not really changed in the last few years. The walls were still the same shade of white. The counters were the same marbled granite. He could still see his wine rack by the refrigerator. “I… why do you still have wine?”

Derek looked at the wine rack and shrugged. “This is still your house. It’s your wine.” He chewed his lip. “I’m sure Eli would love to go to dinner with you tonight.”

Stiles nodded. “I’ll be back at 6 to pick him up. I still have to swing by your Uncle’s and yell at him.” He

got up to leave. “Good talk, Derek.”

Derek sighed, watching him leave. He wasn’t really sure where he had screwed up this time.

🐺

Eli threw his books on the counter and began digging in the fridge for something to eat. “Thanks for making me the juice dad!” He called as he pulled the blender and drank directly from the container.

Derek walked into the kitchen and raised a brow. “How about using a cup next time? I know we’re werewolves but try to act civilized.” He stood in front of Eli and let out a breath. “You’re going out to dinner tonight with Stiles.” He handed him a credit card.

Eli frowned, sliding the card into his back pocket. “Okay… why are you making it sound like I’m going off to my execution or something?”

“It’s just a little hard.” Derek sighed. “Your father is moving back to town and… I don’t know if I’m handling this well. I don’t want to get between you and Stiles. It’s completely up to you how you want your relationship with him goes.”

He nodded, biting his lip. “I don’t have to go, if you don’t want me to, dad.”

“That is not what meant, Eli.” He chuckled. “Don’t be worried about how I feel. I’m giving you the credit card for emergencies. Not just for tonight. Don’t overdo it, okay?”

Eli nodded. “Alight.” He said slowly. “I’ll just get started on homework. What time is papa getting here?”

“He said he’d be here at 6. He went to yell at Peter.” Derek shrugged.

Eli laughed. “What did uncle Peter do now?”

“I’m sure your father will tell you.” He smirked. “You can do your homework this weekend. Go get ready for dinner.”

Eli nodded and ran upstairs, leaving his backpack on the counter. Derek just sighed and hung the bag by the door.

🐺

“Peter.” Stiles growled, banging on his door.

“Not so loud, Stiles.” Peter sighed as he opened the door. “I do have neighbors. And what can I do for you this lovely afternoon?”

Stiles glared at him as he stormed into the apartment. “How many times are you going to interfere with my life? You hijacked my realtor!”

Peter watched him, tilting his head. “You make it sound like I killed your best friend. I nearly ensured that you had a few affordable options, should you decide to relocate.” He walked into the living room and lit a cigar. “Janice informed me that you purchased one of the properties.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “I do agree it was a good investment. But Peter, you can’t keep trying to manipulate my life behind the scenes. If I am going to move back here, I need to show Eli that… I’m not really sure. I just want you to stop interfering.”

Peter chuckled. “You are family, sweetheart. We take care of family.”

Stiles scoffed. “You make us sound like the mafia.”

“Are we not? Well my mistake.” Peter joked, giving him a wolfish smirk. “Look, despite you and Derek’s separation, for lack of a better word, you are family. I just wanted to make it easier for you to move back. There was no ill will.”

“I hope you know I used the money from the Hale accounts.” Stiles grumbled.

Peter nodded. “Yes. You are entitled to that money. Derek and I were legally dead, and assets went to you and Eli.”

Stiles glared at him. “As soon as the paperwork goes through, I’m transferring the property into Eli’s name.”

“As you should. The boy needs to learn to start investing.” Peter grinned.

Stiles huffed. “Does nothing faze you anymore, zombie wolf?”

“Not really.” Peter laughed. “I’m married, happy, and fully domesticated. Plus, I find joy in watching you try to annoy me.” He put out his cigar and sighed. Welcome back to Beacon Hills, Stiles. We’ve all missed you.”

Stiles groaned, tossing his head back. “It was good seeing you, Peter. I have to go get ready to take my son out to dinner.”

Peter nodded. “Take him somewhere nice. He’s got this nice little black dress he’s been wanting to wear out.”

Stiles nodded and flipped Peter off as he left the apartment.

🐺

Stiles lit a cigarette as he walked into Derek’s house. “Hey.” He smiled nervously at his ex husband.

Derek frowned, finishing up the dishes from Eli’s snack earlier. “Do you not knock anymore?”

Stiles shrugged. “This house is still partially in my name.”

“Whatever.” Derek sighed, rolling his eyes. “Eli should be down in a moment. I wasn’t sure where you were going to dinner so I told him to dress accordingly.”

Stiles nodded, placing his cigarette in an ashtray. “Nothing too fancy but I’m taking him to that Italian place that just opened up in the next town over.”

Derek smiled. “He’ll like that. Perhaps tomorrow night you’d like to eat dinner here with us.”

Stiles blushed, shaking his head. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that, Derek. I’m just moving back into town. Let me settle in first.” He knew Derek was just trying to mend things between them, but he needed more time.

Eli stumbled down the steps in a casual black suit with a matching black turtleneck. “Sorry. I wasn’t sure if I needed to do my makeup. I figure I look pretty amazing without it tonight.” He blushed and hugged Stiles. “Hi.”

Stiles chuckled and shook his head. It was these clumsy moments that really reminded him that Eli was his kid. Then he would open his mouth and Stiles was reminded that the pack had helped to raise him. “You alway look great, son.” He hugged him tight and kissed his forehead. “Who bought you this? It looks like something Peter would wear.”

Eli blushed, running a hand over the back of his neck. “It was Isaac actually. He was in town last month.”

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, that tracks. Let’s get going. Are you in the mood for Italian?”

Eli grinned, nodding emphatically. “I’m starving.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “You just finished off two bowls of soup.”

Eli chuckled, pointing to himself. “Teenage werewolf.”

Stiles nodded,smiling and pointing at Derek. “Therewolf.”

“What?” Eli frowned.

“Have we taught you nothing?” Stiles grumbled. “We are watching young Frankenstein after dinner. Get your ass in the car.”

[honeyjars-sims]

1.30 Liquid Courage

Cece: Thanks for getting me out of the house. I was planning on spending my 21st on my couch with a glass of wine and my favorite records, but I’m actually having a lot of fun!

Sidney: I knew you had it in you! What made you finally take me up on my offer?

Cece: Well, I had a nice heart-to-heart with my dad the other day and it made me realize my need for structure is really stifling me. If I want to pursue a career in the creative arts, I’m gonna need to loosen up a little.

Sidney: Well, drink up, buttercup. You only turn 21 once!

[A couple drinks later]

Bartender: Another drink for the birthday girl. Courtesy of the guy in the black sweater.

Cece: OHMYGOD! Ben!!! Hiiiiii!!!!

[Cece approaches Ben and gives him a hug]

Sidney: Okay, who is this woman, and what has she done with Cece?

Ben: Hey Cecelia! I heard it was your birthday so I thought I’d buy you a drink. Hope you don’t mind.

Cece: Of course not, Benjamin! Is your name Benjamin? I’m going to call you that from now on. I like the way it sounds. Beeeeennnnnjaaaammmiiiiiiiiin. Do you like karaoke? You should sing with me!!!

Ben: Uh, yeah, let’s do it!

[Ben and Cece sing “Islands in the Stream” by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton]

Ben and Cece: “And we rely on each other, ah ha. From one lover to another, ah ha… ”

Cece: Woo!!! That was awesome!

Ben: It was! This is a different side of you than what I saw at the showcase. And you sounded incredible! Hey, there’s a singing competition on campus I want to enter but it’s for duos. Would you want to be my partner? The winners get $500.

Cece: Shit, I don’t know. Tonight was fun but I’m afraid I’ll get nervous again.

Ben: I understand, but you didn’t seem to have any nerves tonight.

Cece: Yeah, but I don’t think drinking vodka before I perform is the best solution.

Ben: You don’t have to drink. Just channel your inner Dolly Parton like you did tonight.

Cece: Hmm, that’s not a bad idea! I'm not comfortable on stage, but Dolly is. And I definitely feel more like Dolly right now. I'm gonna go for it!

Ben: Yeah! Fake it until you make it! Just don’t show up in a blonde wig. Unless you really want to.

Cece: Haha, my dad is a drag queen so he could probably turn me into Dolly if I wanted. But I don’t want to be someone else. Just me with more confidence.

Ben: Good! You’re gonna rock it!

Cece: Thanks, Benjamin.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - wrong conclusion

Oh okay I have a request where Mr. Evershed thinks student Reader is pregnant when he accidentally sees her buy a pregnancy test, but it's a big misunderstanding as she was buying it for her mother and Mr. Evershed can't look at thd Reader in the eye without feeling a bit embarrassed for jumping to conclusions - Anon💜

Standing in line at the checkout, you were bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet as you waited impatiently you really wanted to go home and play some games but you needed to go to the shop first.

“Someone’s looking a bit eager to leave.”

You turned around and smiled at the man behind you and gave him a small wave with your free hand.

“Hey Mr Evershed, what’s up? I thought you like lived at school?”

Mr Evershed laughed and shook his head.

“No (Y/N) I don’t live at school I have my own home but thanks for your concern.”

You grinned at him and stepped forward as you dumped your stuff onto the check out and the woman looked at you as she held up the tests in her hands.

“Hey if you’re gonna judge people maybe you shouldn’t be working here.” You huffed.

“No one’s judging love, you just look a bit young is all.”

“And you look a bit to old to be working what’s your point?”

“Oi!”

You turned to Mr Evershed as you payed for your stuff.

“What it’s true. Anyways later sir I have an energy drink and an Xbox calling my name.”

You picked everything up and Mr Evershed spotted the tests in your hands but before he could talk to you, you were already gone.

You got home and walked into the living room, tossing the tests and the bottle of water on the sofa next to your mum.

“Got the best ones I could find for you, and some water.”

“Thanks love.” She sighed.

She picked them up and started to walk away.

“If your pregnant I’m giving you up free to a good home mum!” You yelled.

“Oi cheeky bitch!” Your mum yelled back.

You snickered and got back into your game.

The weekend passed too quickly for your liking, and you were eating a snack as you walked into the school and looked around for your friends.

It was Mrs Carter you saw first and you offered her a half wave.

“Morning (Y/N), can we have a chat?” She asked.

“Yeah sure miss.”

She led you to her office and you waved at Mr Evershed who was in there waiting and he smiled back.

Mrs Carter sat behind her desk and sighed as she looked around.

“We just want to know we’re here to support you.” Mr Evershed started.

“Huh?”

He gestured for you to sit down and you did and he sat next to you, pulling some leaflets and handing them out to you.

“We just want you to know you have options, and whatever you choose to do the school will help support you the best we can, especially with exams and such coming up.”

You looked through the handouts with a small frown on your face and you turned to the pair of them confused.

“What are you going on about?”

“(Y/N) Mr Evershed saw you buying pregnancy tests, and he was concerned about you so he told me. We just want you to know you’re not alone, I know pregnancy can be scary but we’re here.” Mrs Carter smiled.

You blinked and barked out a laugh as you shook your head at them.

You covered your mouth trying to contain your laughter.

“I Uhm.. I appreciate that and it’s nice to see you’re not judging people but bro I’m not pregnant those weren’t mine.”

You snickered a little and both teachers looked mortified.

“Then who’s were they?” Mrs Carter asked.

“My mums, she wasn’t feeling well but needed the tests so I got them for her.” You snickered.

“Oh my god I am so sorry (Y/N).” Mr Evershed panicked.

You turned to him and he grinned awkwardly at you and you shook your head at him.

“It’s fine sir really, it’s good you care though.”

He looked away, mumbling out another apology as he shuffled across the room to Mrs Carter who was trying her best to hide her laughter.

“You can go…” she giggled.

You nodded and left with a laugh and Mrs Carter turned to Mr Evershed.

“That’s it I’m done for, I can never look at her again.” He mumbled.

“Oh please it’s not the worst someone’s jumped to conclusions about you’ll be fine.”

After school you saw the two teachers at the gate and you waved at them but Mr Evershed quickly turned away from you, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Standing next to the headteacher you turned to look at him.

“He’s still on that?”

“He’s really embarrassed.” She giggled.

“Aw sir it’s okay! Really! Don’t be embarrassed, maybe just don’t look at other peoples shopping next time ya know?”

“(Y/N)!” He warned.

You laughed and ran past him, giving him a grin as you walked backwards down the path.

“I’ll be sure to tell everyone Mr Evershed is on point when it comes to information!”

“(Y/N)!” He yelled.

You laughed and ran away and he sighed, shaking his head as he chuckled a little and Mrs Carter smiled.

“You’re not living this down.”

“I know…” he grumbled.

He knew you weren’t going to let him live that down, and he couldn’t even look you straight in the eyes anymore because he was to embarrassed.

How he was going to put up with you while you finished school he had no idea

[illfoandillfie]

after Javi moves back to Texas, betting your friends that you can get the infamous man’s number at the bar, but getting a lot more

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 10

Another great prompt! Hopefully I've done it justice

Warnings: suggestive themes and talk of sex but nothing explicit, minimal editing.

The first Friday night of the month meant it was girl’s night out. You and your best friends would get dressed up, head out, and drink and dance until the early hours of the morning. In the past you’d all used it as a chance to find hook ups but things had changed a little since both Katrina and Larissa had actually met guys worth dating. It left you as the only single one but they both acted as your wingwomen, helping you pick out the best of the club goers to flirt with. But, tradition stated that the night should always begin at a small local bar, a little on the seedy side but not too gross. It catered to a different clientele than the clubs you’d head to later so it was rare to meet anyone there who you might want to pick up, but the drinks were reasonably priced and you could get a plate of fries or wings if you wanted to fill up a little. If you were lucky there’d be one or two men you could make eyes at across the room or convince to buy you a drink, help you get into the groove of flirting and give you a little confidence injection before you moved onto the big leagues. But it wasn’t often you were lucky.  

“No hotties here tonight,” you sighed, reaching for your quarter full glass.   “Hey that one guy who offered to buy you a drink was kind of cute,”  “You just think that cause he’s your boyfriend’s twin.”  There was laughter round the table as Katrina nodded guiltily.  “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll get you laid. Although I still think you should give that guy you work with a chance.”  “Ugh no, too awkward. I want to meet someone the old fashioned way – grinding on them to club music and only learning their name aftrer we’ve fucked.”  You all laughed again and fell into a conversation about where you’d head once you’d finished your drinks. But you quickly stopped listening. Your eyes had been drawn to the door as someone new arrived. He headed straight for the bar and you watched him sit down and order, a bottle of beer placed in front of him.  “Well hold on girls, things might have just changed.” You nodded towards the man who was looking around the place. You got the impression he was new to the area.   “Isn’t that that Peña guy?” Katrina said, shooting a look at Larissa.  “No way, Javier Peña? is he back?”  “Yeah arrived a couple of weeks ago, doesn’t look like he has any plans to leave from what I’ve heard.”  You had no idea who Javier Peña was, but you did know he was hot.   “You can do better,” Katrina said with a shake of her head, her disapproval evident.   You looked over to the bar again, “I bet his moustache would feel good between my thighs.”  Larissa laughed and Katrina shot her a look.   “He’s a dick Y/N. Everyone says so.”  “Yeah,” Larissa added reluctantly, “Apparently he’s a total womanizer.”  “I don’t mind if he wants to womanize me for a night.” At the look Katrina gave you, you snorted and added, “Am I the only one with eyes here? He’s fucking hot.”  “He left someone at the alter.”  “Do I look like I want to get married?”  “I heard he’s been with hundreds of women, and half of them he paid.”  “That sounds like an exaggeration,” you rolled your eyes, “But even if it’s true, a hundred women can’t be wrong.”  “No way, you cannot be into him still,” Katrina laughed, “He’s totally infamous for being a man slut.”  “Stop selling him I’m already interested,” you laughed, waving aside her arguments. 

“Can you help me out here?” Katrina shot at Larissa who’s spent most of the back and forth laughing and egging you each on.   “Oh sure,” she turned to you, “What makes you think you could even pull him?”  “Excuse me?”  “Don’t encourage her,” Katrina pleaded.  “You heard me.”  “Um, bitch! Have you seen me?”  “Why don’t we finish up here and find a club instead?”  “Oh stop worrying, Trina. He sounds like the harmless sort of sleaze.”  “No one’s leaving. Except me. I’m gonna go to that bar and get his number.”  “I don’t think you will but good luck.”  “Alright lets make this interesting.”  “Seriously guys?” Katrina threw up her hands in exasperation.  “I like the way you think Y/N. Alright, loser has to buy the winner’s drinks for the rest of the night.”  “You’re so on.”  Katrina just sighed. 

When you got to the bar you stood close to where Javier was, pushed yourself up on your toes and leaned on the counter to order a new drink. You hoped it would draw attention to the short length of your dress. And it paid off because out of the corner of your eye you saw him turn to look at your ass before he slid some money across the bar and announced your drink was on him.   You smiled sweetly, “Thank you, that’s awful kind. Are you new around here? Don’t think I’ve seen youround before.”  “Not new. But it’s been a while.”  You were pleased you had an in and began making polite chit chat finding out he’d been in Colombia, asking if it was as nice as everyone said.   After about a minute he stopped you, “We don’t have to play this game.”  “Umm, what game?”  “I know I have a certain reputation around these parts. The way I left, of course I do. But let’s just call a spade a spade. You wanna come back to mine?”  You were entirely taken aback. His forwardness was not at all what you’d expected, nothing like what you were used to. But he was right, that’s what you wanted. You would have settled for his number to win your bet but the minute he’d walked in you’d wanted more.   “Well?”  “Give me a minute to tell my friend’s I’m leaving and then I’m yours.”

[aenariasbookshelf]

Fic Preview: Hey, Okay

Working title: Hey, Okay

Author: Aenaria

Rating: PG (for now)

prompt filled: DLBHQ Weekly Challenge, Song Week!

Characters: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Tags/warnings: alcohol, people acting a bit creepy while under the influence

Summary: In which a night at a bar to get out of his head, just for a little while, turns into the start of a beautiful…something. They’ll figure it out along the way.

A/n: This is a preview of a story I'm working on, which is a combination of being inspired by a song (it’s worked for me over decades of writing, why stop now?) mixed with the desire to write something soft and sweetly romantic in a happier universe than the one we’ve got on screen. The multiverse is officially a thing now, and I’m absolutely taking advantage of it. And it absolutely fits for the @darcylewisbingohq Song Week challenge too, or at least the preview does. This first chapter isn’t quite done yet, but there’s enough to give a taste of what’s coming.

Look, I’ll get there eventually. Writing has been hard lately, and I’m trying to find my feet again. But that’s a rant for another day.

The song in question is Hey Okay by Anneke van Giersbergen. Sometimes, when a song hits, it really just gets you right in the heart, and this is one of them for me.

*

A couple of minutes later he sees from the corner of his eye a couple of the bachelorettes come up to the bar to order another round, perching a few seats down from him. Steve can feel their stares on him, and it just makes him even more uncomfortable. ‘Why are you like this?’ he thinks, even though he recognizes that he could figure out the answer to that question with a lot more introspection than he’s comfortable with right then.

The bar stool on the other side of him is pulled back with a loud scraping noise, and when Steve glances over he sees the woman from the booth now sitting there, her laptop clutched to her chest and a slightly wild and unnerved look in her eyes. She’s pretty, in a unique sort of a way, wide eyes and full lips, and wavy dark hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. “Okay, I don’t normally do this, especially with a stranger,” she blurts out, her fingers clenching on the laptop, “but would you mind just talking to me for a little while so the frat boys over there will leave me the hell alone?”

Steve leans back in his seat slightly so he can see the booth where she had been sitting, and sure enough the boys who had trailed the bachelorette party in set themselves up in the booth right next to her. One of them was even brazen enough to set himself down on the bench in her booth right opposite her, and was now looking back at him with a deep frown on his face.

“You need me to run them off?” Steve asks. “I don’t mind.” 

“Nah, just talk to me for a bit until they get bored and move on.” She looks past him, squinting in the direction of the bachelorettes. “Besides, it looks like you could use a bit of a bodyguard from the slavering hordes yourself.”

Steve tilts his head in agreement and raises his bottle in a slight toast. “You’re not wrong. It looks like you abandoned your drink back there, can I buy you a new one?”

She grins at him, revealing a small gap between her front teeth. “I will take the finest seltzer and lime this bar has to offer. I’m Darcy, by the way.” She holds out her hand to him, a lot more warm and inviting and just friendlier than most people usually are.

It’s a nice change, to be looked at as just another guy. “Steve,” he says, shaking her hand.

[theoddcatlady]

Blind Date

Fuck blind dates. Last night was the actual worst.

Let’s back up. The main reason I agreed to this was because I owed my sister a favor. Two days ago she cornered me in my bedroom and told me about her friend Martha. She is a year younger than me, was feeling super bummed because her last boyfriend just flat out ghosted her, and she is super nice.  

It was either I go on this date with a girl I didn’t know or pay my sister two hundred bucks. Out of the two, I’m picking the date.  

Martha and I chose to meet at a local pub. The moment I got there and saw here I knew this was going to freaking suck.

I’m a little superficial, but we all are when we date. We all have types. Martha… was really not my type. Calf length khaki skirt, itchy olive green sweater, cat eye glasses, hair done in two braids, she looked like a librarian. A very boring librarian. My type is a bit more flashy, a bit more fun.

I of course still sat across from her, introduced myself. Maybe the boring librarian aesthetic hid someone who secretly went caving on the weekends and loved sky diving.  

Hahaha. No.  

This book you absolutely could judge by its cover, and this book was a fucking Webster’s Dictionary. Every sentence that came out of Martha’s mouth was in a monotone, and she had practically no life. She went to school, she came home, she studied, she played with her cats (she has four- Aileen, Jane, Amelia, and Nannie), and she read nonfiction novels. She didn’t even have a TV. You’d expect a geeky looking girl like this to at least marathon The Witcher or The Mandalorian over a few weekends.

I was starting to sympathize with the ghosting boyfriend when I decided to give myself a break by offering to go up to the bar and get us something to drink. She asked for a soda. I was going to get something a little harder for myself.

As I stood at the bar, I heard someone clear her throat next to me.

“Rough date?”  

I glanced up and saw another woman, dark haired with the most dazzling amber eyes I’d seen on a human being, the color of a glass of whiskey. She laughed and offered me her hand. “I’ve seen that face a lot. Made it too. I’m Tanya.”

“David.” I shook her hand. “It’s a blind date.”  

Tanya grimaced and nodded. “Oooh. Say no more, I feel your pain,” She said, giving me a pat on the shoulder.  

“It’s not that she isn’t nice, she’s just not my type.” I took a deep breath. “I’m probably going to split as soon as dinner’s done, tell her it’s not working out.”

Tanya laughed. “That’s fair, but my advice? Better make clear pretty quick this will not lead to something more. Don’t wanna hurt her feelings, you know?” She said.

I nodded before scooping up our drinks. “If you’re still here after she leaves, buy you a drink?” I offered.  

Tanya winked. “We’ll see,” She sing songed.

I weaved my way back to the table. I just barely sat down when Martha blurted out, “You like her, don’t you?” It was the first time all night she actually had emotion in her voice, and it was not good.

Shit. I glanced over at Tanya, who was chatting with a few of her girl friends now. “We just chatted for a second,” I said.

Martha took a deep breath, taking off her glasses to clean them off on her sweater. “That’s not a no,” She mumbled.

Now I was feeling like an asshole. And yeah, I probably deserved to. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair and decided to just be honest. “Listen, you’re great-”

“But I’m not your type,” Martha interrupted, a bitter sounding laugh leaving her a second after. “I know. I fucking know, David. I’m going to the bathroom. Leave me alone.”  

She shot up and stormed to the bathroom, a tear trickling down the side of her face. I shrunk down in my chair, definitely feeling like an asshole. Here was this perfectly nice girl, maybe a bit socially awkward, but nice. And here I was, hitting on other girls while I was on a date with her. Wow. Crown me king of the assholes, because that was a low move.  

I spent the next several minutes planning my apology, imagining poor Martha sobbing her eyes out in the bathroom. I did her wrong and I had to make it right.

About fifteen minutes passed before I decided to go after her. I was getting worried, maybe she was really upset and needed to be driven home.  

Just a bit of context, the doors to the bathroom at this pub were known for being a little loosey-goosey on their hinges. Meaning I just reached up to knock and I accidentally pushed the door open.  

It was like time stopped when I looked inside.  

Martha was standing at the sinks. She wasn’t crying anymore, she looked… calm. Disturbingly calm, for someone whose hand had apparently melted over another woman’s face. This other woman had dropped to her knees in front of Martha, her whole body limp and only held up by the melted skin grip that Martha had on her. The woman’s skin was turning black down to her neck and I swear I saw it inch down in that second the door was open.

It took until the door closed until I realized I recognized that woman’s dress. Tanya. That was Tanya.

I did something potentially dumb, in that I just headed back to my table and sat down, texting my sister to pick me up, because I assumed I’d been drugged. There was no way I saw what I just did, right? That’s not even possible.

Another minute ticked by as I stared at my phone, waiting for my sister to fucking answer me, which ended me nearly jumping out of my skin when Martha plopped down in the chair across from me.  

“Hi, sorry I took so long,” Martha smiled, “I think we need to start from scratch.”

I glanced over at the bathroom. “Something happen in there?” I asked.

“Maybe,” Martha laughed, the first time I’d heard her laugh all night and it gave me fucking chills. The only thing I could pick out as different so far was that she’d taken her hair out of her braids, the wavy length coming down past her shoulders.  

I swallowed before glancing out the door. “Listen, I’m actually not feeling well- and no, I’m not trying to ditch you, I swear to god- I think someone slipped something in my drink or I’m getting sick, so I’m trying to get ahold my sister to take me home,” I said.

“Oh, you poor thing!” Martha reached across the table and rested her cool fingers on my forehead. “I think you are feeling a bit warm. Tell your sister not to bother, I’ll just drive you.”  

What was I supposed to say? ‘No thanks, I’ll just wait for someone who doesn’t have melty hands?’ Yeah, I had to let her drive me home. I’d make plans to pick up my car in the morning, when I didn’t feel like I’d been slipped LSD. 

Martha handed me a sealed water bottle once I was settled in the passenger seat. “Drink this, nice and slow. What’s your address again?”

After taking a sip I told her and then glanced at the dashboard, where a book was resting. I picked it up and read the title aloud. “Invisible Darkness?”  

“Yeah, a friend gave it to me,” Martha said as we drove out of the parking lot, “You remember when I said I liked nonfiction? Don’t assume I’m crazy or anything, but I actually really like true crime novels.”  

“I wouldn’t think you’re crazy for that,” I went back to thinking about Tanya kneeling on the floor in the bathroom, “Lots of people like those. What got you into them?”  

Martha bit her bottom lip before glancing over at me. “Well, I picked it up along the way from someone I knew. Sorry for the nothing answer, I mean, isn’t that how that always works? Most people are just pieces and parts of everyone they know, if you think about it.”  

It was then it hit me what was suddenly very different about Martha. You remember the glasses I talked about, right? They were gone. And instead of cornflower blue eyes that I did find kinda pretty… her eyes were amber. The color of a glass of whiskey.  

Just like Tanya’s.

By the time I was dropped off, Martha looked even less like herself and looked more like Tanya. Ever time I’d glance over, she was just a little different. Her cheekbones a little sharper, her lips a little fuller, her figure a little more hour glass shaped. I couldn’t get into my apartment fast enough.  

I don’t know what I saw last night and I’m not sure if I want to know. But Martha’s texted me, saying that we should try again this weekend. She says this time she’ll pick me up since she knows where I live now.  

I’m so fucking afraid of what she’ll take from me if I turn her down.  

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023 Day 31- Satyr- Part 2

Spunky Punk

As always thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompt list. It took me six months to write all 31 prompts. But I got them done. Finally. Three months late, but better late than never.

Part 2

Spunky Punk 

After that, Skip and Ashely encouraged Trip to go to the feed store and at least pay for Marie’s next round of feed she would buy while Ashely did more digging into Marie on Social Media and lowkey told the whole family that Trip’s self imposed celibacy was about to be broken by the perfect woman who just happened to be newly moved to the area. 

And soon, it seemed Marie and Trip ran into each other, everywhere they went, often hitting up the same places, in particular a wing place in “town” on a Friday night, where they sat beside each other and ended up eating their takeout right there at the bar instead of taking it home. 

“So how’s Spunky?” Trip asked between wings. 

“I’ve started calling her Punk Spunk. Because she’s turning out to be a little spitfire. She’s finding she’s still small enough to get out of things the bigger ones can’t. And she uses it to her advantage. Thanks again for helping me get her out of bloat after she ate too much grain by the way.” Marie offered. 

“It’s ok. It’s worse for horses, who usually eat way too much too fast before you can catch them. At least she paused to chew her cud in between gorging herself.” Trip offered. 

“Well, don’t we all?” Marie chuckled before the waitress came back. 

“Another hard cider?” She asked. 

“Yes please! This pineapple hard cider is the best.” Marie readily answered before she looked to Trip. 

“Another one Trip?” She asked as she nodded to his pint glass that was getting low. 

“Sure, thanks.” He nodded before she smiled and came back a few moments later with the drinks in question. 

“Do you just really like hard cider?” He asked her as he watched her drink her old one down in a few long chugs. 

“I do. Because it’s the only thing I can drink and can enjoy. I can’t usually go much harder than this.” She admitted. 

“Really? Just don’t like to drink or…?” He gently prodded. 

“My liver doesn’t make the enzyme to break down alcohol. It’s called ADH which stands for alcohol dehydrogenase which turns ethanol into acetaldehyde.” 

“Was that English?” He gently teased which got her to giggle but roll her eyes and subtly shake her head. 

“It was, oldest version of the English there is- Latin.” She tossed back which got him to bark a laugh and nearly snort his beer. 

“Touche.” He grinned. 

“Well, it just means that I go from tipsy to blood alcohol poisoning in one sip. So hard cider, wine coolers. That’s my speed. Plus, they’re sweet and delicious. And honestly, I think it’s fitting and fair that I’m practically allergic to the stuff.” Marie hinted. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“My great grandmother was an alcoholic. She was…a very mean, vicious woman who never should have been a mother. And I think it’s just fitting that it’s all the way down into my DNA that the world went- ‘one of you being an alcoholic is enough, you’re done’ and did so with my whole family. All of my siblings have it to some degree or another. I have one sister who can digest wine better, and I have another who digests beer better, and another who only can break down hard alcohol. But it’s me, the former bartender who can’t handle any but the lightest of light stuff.” She admitted. 

“You were a bar tender?” He asked with a tilt of his head. 

“Yup. Went to school for it and everything. But I got sick of being hit on all the time and stalkers and all that so I quit it and got out. And thankfully no one has been able to track me down. But the pub I worked at worked with a lot of farmers who brought in a lot of local produce and that’s how I got into farming and now instead of being a bartender. I get paid to supply the same pub with my produce. And, the butcher who buys your sheep? He supplies the pub with all their meat products. So it’s worked out to be a small world.” 

“I didn’t realize you knew Bob.” Trip blinked. 

“No, not Bob- Grant. Bob runs the butcher shop, but it’s Grant, Bob’s brother- who makes most of the deliveries. I even dated him for a hot minute. Learned how to pick out good meat, but caught him cheating with one of the other barmaids. But Bob is nice. Very sweet. His wife Matilda is awesome. She’s the one who introduced me to Emelia who had the goats. Where I got Snicker and Doodle from.” Marie specified. 

“Oh, then if you knew grant, then you’ve met my brother Allen.” Trip realized. 

“I did. He tried really hard to get me to rebound with him, but I was far from interested. So if your brother Allen ever sees me again, he’ll know me as Bella’s Bar Basketcase.” Marie insisted. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He apologized. 

“Why are you apologizing for him? It’s not like it was Allen that took my heart and threw it into a blender.Grant did that. And Grant paid dearly for it. Bella made him give her half off their order because the moment I discovered he was cheating on me and cheating her on the prices, she threatened to cancel the contract with Bob and got the discount and a whole free order when I quit the bar over it. All Allen ever did was try to offer to bang the sadness out of me. Which, honestly, looking back, was awfully sweet of him to offer because he just saw a girl bawling her eyes out by the dumpster. But I’m just not that kind of girl who needed or wanted that kind of thing. His intentions were good though, because he ended up gifting a steak and a twice baked potato to me to eat in the booth. So he ended up just buying me dinner instead. Which was nice. Haven’t run into him since though. Hope he’s ok.” Marie shrugged off before she got to her new bottle of pineapple flavored hard apple cider and took a swing before she finished that wing and went for a pretzel bite and dipped it into the pretzel cheese. 

“Yeah, don’t worry about him. You know that old saying that a sailor has a girl in every port and every girl has a guy on every ship? He’s the living embodiment of that. Bob needs to charge for Allen fucking his way through all the better restaurants to get them to pay the premium prices for their premium beef.” Trip offered which got Marie to giggle. 

“Well ok then. Thanks for that. Good to know. Good to know. Is that why you’re single? Learning from your brother’s behavior?” She asked. 

“Yes.” He nodded. 

“That and most people think I’m one of my brothers and assume I’m just like them.” He added. 

“Nothing could be further from the truth. I mean, you are sweet and you have really good and pure intentions. But you’re a very careful, deliberate and thoughtful person, but the biggest difference is that you’re genuine. With Allen, he was only trying to help me feel better because my distress was distressing him because he’s incredibly empathic. So if anything he was only trying to help himself. You genuinely want to help others without any thought or notion of being paid back or helped in turn. It’s what makes you the best friend I’ve made yet.” Marie smiled fondly as Trip blushed even harder and had to hide his face. 

“Trip?!” Allen asked as he spotted his brother from across the bar. 

“Speak of the Devil.” Trip muttered as Marie snickered a laugh and nearly spit out her hard cider. 

“Hey Allen.” Trip greeted with a sigh of defeat. 

“Are you on a date?” Allen asked as Marie inhaled to answer but Trip beat her to it. 

“Nope. Just talking with the woman who bought Spunky.” Trip shook his head no, not catching Marie’s silent exhale as she simply put on a polite smile for Allen and the young woman beside him. 

“Hi Allen.” Marie greeted. 

“Wait, I know you…but this isn’t your usual place…” Allen said as he looked at Marie and tried to remember how he knew her. 

“Bella’s Basketcase?” Marie offered. 

“Oh, nice. Well you can’t find a better person to get sheep from in the state. Seeing as how Trip is 10 time state champion and four time national champion.” Allen praised with a pat to Trip’s shoulder. 

“Oh! Hi! Oh it’s been a while. How are you?” He asked.

“Better. I bought Spunky off of Trip to be a glorified lawnmower. We were just catching up about her.” Marie excused as she gestured between herself and Trip. 

“Oh, I didn’t know that. Congratulations on that.” Marie blinked in pleasant surprise. 

“Yep, and if you got a sheep named Spunky, you’re gonna be in for a treat, Trip doesn’t take naming his favorites lightly. He’s practically worked his way through every baby name book in every library in the county. Most probably think he has a thousand kids for checking out so many library books, but alas, it’s not for the kids most people think they are.” Allen teased as Trip just blushed harder. 

“Well it’s obvious he cares about each one as if it is. Which is a great thing. It means that they’re all well cared for instead of just a number and a price tag the way most livestock farmers view, which is very refreshing these days.” Marie nodded. 

“Are you single? Because if you are, let me just say, Trip is very shy and if you’re single, you’re just the girl he’s been looking for all his life, and if this isn’t a date, it should be. Because if that’s the way you feel, you’ve just found Mr. Right in Trip here.” Allen began as Trip looked mortified as Marie’s eyebrows went up slightly but her smile grew. 

“Ok, well I’m sure we can cross that bridge when we get there. We’re both happy being friends at the moment. And we did just meet. So let’s see how being friends works out first.” Marie carefully but politely responded. 

“Ok, you’re just wasting time then.” Allen offered as he put his hands up in surrender. 

“Well, speaking of time, I’m sure she would like to spend more of it one on one with you Allen.” Marie noted as she gestured to the young lady standing there, rather impatiently too. 

“Yes, well it’s great to see you again Spunky Mommy.” He fingered gun with a click of his teeth before he took his “date” elsewhere for the evening, preferably somewhere a bit more private. 

“Sorry about that.” Trip offered as he rubbed at the back of his neck. 

“It’s ok. At least you didn’t go ‘Yes we’re dating, in fact, we’re engaged!’ Had a guy do that to me before on a first date when his parents caught us on said date. That was incredibly awkward and practically painful. I’m all for helping friends who need a plus one to a sibling’s wedding, but that was a bit too far.” Marie tried to smooth over. 

“Well, I better get going home to Spunky anyway. Miss? Can I get my check please?” Marie asked. 

“No, I got it. It’s the least I can do for…well, Allen being Allen.” Trip insisted as he pulled his card out of his wallet and handed it to the bartender. 

“No it’s ok, you don’t have to…” Marie tried to argue. 

“Yes I do. You saved Spunky remember? It’s the least I can do.” He offered. 

“Well, in that case, thank you.” Marie caved. 

“And speaking of lambs. When is your next batch due?” Marie asked. 

“In only about four days. Which means they could start anywhere from tonight to a week from now.” He answered. 

“Could I help?” Marie asked. 

“You sure? It’s really long days in the barn and it’s non stop chaos sometimes.” He asked. 

“Yeah. I know others start between four and five in the morning.” Marie offered. 

“Oh, I don’t get out there until about 5.” He answered. 

“Awesome. I’ll see you then- then.” She giggled when she had to repeat that word twice for the sentence to make sense before she wiped her hands off on the wet nap and got her purse and waived her goodbyes before she left. 

“Ok. I’ll be there. Four days right? How about I come day after tomorrow, just in case some decide to come a day early.” She offered.

“Well, I’m not gonna turn you down.” Trip answered. 

“Really?! You’re just gonna let Miss Perfect slip through your fingers like that?” Allen chided as he seemed to reappear out of nowhere and scared Trip half to death. 

“Asshole! You put her on the spot and embarrassed her.” Trip shoved his brother’s shoulder. 

“No, I put you on the spot and embarrassed you because you’re too chicken. That’s why you’re angry. She was downright disappointed it wasn’t a date. She deserves a great guy like you. She dated Grant for crying out loud and he did her dirty. Like really dirty. You’re letting your own shyness and your own issues with self worth and your own guilt over our brothers and their reputation get in the way of you really living your life and getting with Miss Sweetheart. There is more to life than your sheep and that far. I know you know that. Plus, if she already bought a sheep from you, means she’s into farming. What more could you ask for?” Allen asked. 

“She’s too good and probably too young for the likes of me.” He tried to excuse. 

“You’re not that old. You’re younger than me. And if I can still pull in any girl I want, you should be able to too. Or do you just not like her?” Allen reminded him. 

“No, I do, I just..I get around her and I get all panicky and cotton mouthed and sweaty and tongue tied and the less I can say the better because I’m not good with women. Our family has too much of a reputation as it is.” Trip practically pouted. 

“Trip. I’ve been watching you come in here for a decade. The girl is into you. It’s not too late, you still have plenty of opportunities to try again.” The waitress insisted as she handed him his card and receipt back. 

“You sure?” Trip asked. 

“Yes! Make her some of your mother’s best home made dishes she taught you when she was still alive. It’s not just men who have ways to their hearts through their stomachs ok. You make her your grandma’s biscuits and gravy? Or anything else from her recipe box. You’ll get her coming back for more than just the food.” She predicted.

[domi-scu]

Do you like my coconuts?

Today felt like a beach day. So that’s what we made it.

But because we already checked out all the nearby beaches and still wanted to see something new, google told us about one, called Tub Kaek, that was about 30min drive away and supposedly very quiet because all that is around there are some ‘luxury hotels’.

For some reason, the coffee at our hotel this morning was absolutely disgusting so we had another one in a café across the road just to wake up a little. From there, we walked up to a first taxi we saw and asked if he could take us there.

He said he could and that he’d wait for us there however long we’d like and drive us back. This seemed like a pretty simple solution so off we went. He did offer to stop at a place with elephants on the way which we refused. I had one elephant sanctuary planned near Chiang Mai that actually takes care of the elephants rather than uses them to make money off tourists and I’m really annoyed we didn’t get to do that. But with how packed this place is and how many tour stand offer this experience here, I get the feeling that although they don’t do riding on elephants anymore, it’s really just to make the tourists feel better about being ‘ethical’ but they’re not actually treated that well. We did drive past it though so at least we got a quick glance from the car.

I have to say, I’m a big fan of taxis here because it’s just a truck with a roof over the back and you sit outside. Saves us from aircon and we get nice breeze. We did ask if there is anything else interesting on the way there but he said not really.

The beach was pretty much as described. Not many people, no tour boats and quiet. Exactly what we needed after yesterday. We bought ourselves a floatie so we took it with us and just chilled, read a book and went for a swim. At one point, we decided it was time for cocktails so Alex went for a walk to find us some. I gave him 500 baht note and two 100 notes just in case they didn’t have change. Well he came back saying that he spent all of that on 2 cocktails… I think he may have found the most expensive drinks in all of Thailand.

Thankfully, we also saw a woman with a stand near the entrance to the beach so I walked up to see if she had any coconuts. And she did! We’ve been talking about having some for a few days now but always forgot until it was too late. So I carried two of them across the beach, surprised how damn heavy they were! Who says you can’t get a good workout on holiday.

We did consider renting paddle boards but by the time the sun went down a little, we were so exhausted from the heat we just wanted to go home. We also didn’t dare to look how much the food is around here but were getting fairly hungry.

Once back in Ao Nang, we popped into the same restaurant we visited the first day and I asked for an Irish coffee so I could finally take a picture! Unfortunately they didn’t have any cream so it just looked like a sad iced coffee. Oh well, you’ll just have to imagine it and I’ll try to figure out how to make it at home. As the restaurant was completely empty, Alex had a chat with the owner (I say Alex because as it turns out, I go non-verbal when I’m too hot and tired). We did get some tips on how to bribe Thai officials for work visa. Could come in handy one day.

The evening plan was slightly more active- shopping for elephant trousers! I will probably be buying 5+ pairs at some point to bring home with me because it’s the comfiest thing I have ever worn and I need to get enough to last me until someone I know goes to Thailand next time and who knows when that might be. The majority of the shopping will likely be done in Bangkok, including an additional suitcase, but I saw a really colourful pair yesterday that I simply needed to have. Well that and I also need something to wear here because we packed quite light.

We discussed what to do tomorrow and I decided I could probably pull off driving here because the traffic is surprisingly light. There is a place called Emerald Pool about and hour drive away from here and since renting a motorbike is only 200 baht/day (around £5), we will be doing that! Wish us good luck so that we don’t get lost on the way although it might end up being a more interesting story.

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Teaser

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, ceo!jk, sugardaddy!jk

Word count - 1.6k

In which you first encounter billionaire Jungkook and his best friend Taehyung.

warnings: swearing, drinking, oc is poor

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Jeon Jungkook, London’s most eligible bachelor.

The man every woman desires, and the envy of all other men. Not only is he the CEO of Jeon Industries, one of the world’s largest profitable oil trading companies – he’s fucking gorgeous. His face is plastered all over the media, news articles, television appearances, he even has his own Youtube channel documenting his lavish travels and best money saving advice for new and upcoming entrepreneurs. And he’s quite the socialite too, spending his free time in the company of the stars – including his best friend Kim Taehyung, a well-respected celebrity attorney.

It's a Friday night when you first encounter the pair. You and Jimin, your best friend of 15 years are sitting at the bar in Black Swan, an upscale club in central Kensington when a large hand finds purchase on your bare shoulder.

“Good evening,” Jungkook smirks. He’s wearing an all-black three piece suit, his long hair is styled in a way that reveals his forehead and he smells like tobacco mixed with an expensive cologne you would never be able to afford, “Could I buy you a drink?”

Jimin sits beside you in utter disbelief, his eyes big and round with shock. Not for a second did you ever think Jeon Jungkook would be interested in somebody like you. It’s not that you’re unkept or unattractive because you’ve had plenty of male attention tonight that proves otherwise. It’s possibly due to the strapless navy dress that hugs your curves in all the right ways, emphasising your cleavage and tiny waist. But it’s more the fact you have Jungkook’s attention you find surprising, you’re almost certain he’s a billionaire and this dress is a Buy Now Pay Later purchase you made with the price tag still attached and neatly tucked into your bra, because you have every intention of sending it back to avoid paying for it.

To say you’re broke is an understatement. You’re behind on basic priority bills like rent, electricity and gas – drowning in student debts stemming from a business degree you’ve done absolutely nothing with, and then there’s your maxed out credit cards and catalogues. On this particular night you have £40 to your name, which is supposed to last you for another two weeks until you get paid from work, but giving the prices in this place you knew you’d definitely be ending the night in your overdraft.

“Sure,” You offer a polite smile, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Excellent choice.” The tall, dark and handsome CEO holds up a single finger to get the bartenders attention, “Another bottle of your finest champagne please.”

Your stomach flips, you and Jimin had been drinking boxed wine on his kitchen floor before coming out, something that he found in the back of his cupboard with an expiration date of over two months prior. Champagne is a little out of your comfort zone, but you’re in no position to deny it.

“Come join us at our table?” Jungkook gestures to the red roped VIP area where Taehyung is sitting patiently, holding his hand up in a single wave as he catches you eyeing him.

“We’ll be over in a second.” You suppress a smile as you attempt to register what’s happening.

“Good.”

A puff of air escapes Jimin’s nostrils as Jungkook saunters back to his VIP table, waitress in tow carrying a bucket of champagne that probably costs more than your rent.

“Holy shit,” Your best friend whispers, equally as dumbfounded as you, “Did you shave? Please tell me you shaved.”

“Yes I shaved,” You mentally praise the lord just in case, “But I’m not putting out for him, I’m one million percent not his type. Look at me.”

“Hmm. Wrong audience,” Jimin flicks his wrist and flips his hand down quickly, a not so subtle reminder that he’s as gay as they come, “He bought you a drink for a reason Y/N, maybe you are his type.”

“Shut up,” You snort a little louder than you intended, “That’s impossible, he’s fucking-”

“He’s staring over here we should go and join them.”

“In a minute,” you nod, “Don’t want to seem too eager.”

To this Jimin rolls his eyes and rushes you to your feet, smoothing out the material of your dress as you stand, “Have you ever seen two more gorgeous men in all your life?”

No, you haven’t.

Though Taehyung works as an attorney he looks like a designer runway model, his face perfectly symmetrical save for a small beauty mark on the tip of his nose which is ever so slightly to the right. He’s tall, equally as tall as Jungkook you notice when they both stand to greet you at their table. Taehyung’s brunette hair is choppy and slightly covers his large doe-like eyes. He too is wearing a black three piece suit, though his has very faint white pinstripes covering the fabric.

And then there’s Jungkook, a wet dream in the making. His olive skin is littered with beautiful artwork, pieces threaten to escape the cuffs of his sleeves as he pulls one of the empty chairs back, inviting you to sit down beside him. Raven locks frame his chiselled features and draw attention to his large almond shaped orbs, equally as dark as his hair. He’s beautiful, they both are.

You’re in way over your head.

“Thank you for the drink,” Your gaze flickers between the two men, “I’m Y/N and this is my best friend Jimin.”

“Hi.” Is all Jimin manages to choke out, completely in awe of the model-status men. He sits opposite you next to Taehyung with a wide toothy grin, his counterfeit white Vivienne Westwood shirt looks almost laughable in the presence of real luxury.

“Pleasure meeting you both,” Jungkook speaks, “My name is Jungkook, and this happens to be my best friend Taehyung.”

“We know.” Jimin blurts out, barely able to contain his excitement.

To this Taehyung chuckles and Jungkook offers a surprised ‘Oh?’ in return.

“Well I mean, what I mean is you’re practically celebrities so of course we know who you are…” Jimin tries to justify himself, “Thank you for the champagne…” He feels small, you can tell.

“It’s nothing really,” Taehyung hums, pouring you both a bubbly flute, “Now Jimin, I wonder if you can help Jungkook and I settle a debate we’re having.”

“Okay.” Jimin nods a little too quickly, smiling brighter than the sun.

Taehyung clears his throat as he slides your drink across the table, “Now I am under the impression that your friend here,” He smiles at you, “Is very much single…  Jungkook however believes a woman of such beauty must already be spoken for.”

You almost choke on your drink which doesn’t go unnoticed by the man beside you, his lips lift into a dangerous smirk. Jimin however is loving every second of this interaction, he gives you a look that screams ‘I told you so’ before he opens his mouth to speak, “Y/N is single, very single actually.”

It’s true, you are painfully single – the last guy you dated only lasted six months and that was almost two years ago. Kim Namjoon. You try not to wince at the memory of his dimpled cheeks and caring nature, you truly believed that he was The One until he moved away to teach English to children abroad. One of your flaws is that you have a tendency to fall for men way too hard, way too fast – and that’s precisely why you’ve avoided the dating scene for so long aside from the very occasional one night stand.

“Ah,” Taehyung raises his glass, “I told you so.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks faster than the speed of light, you’re so unbelievably confused yet flattered all at once. Maybe you will keep this dress after all, it must be working wonders on the male species to grab someone like Jeon Jungkook’s attention.

“That you did, well done.” A brief silence follows Jungkook’s defeat.

“Oh no,” Taehyung furrows his brows in feigned pain, “Jimin, would you care to join me outside? I’m beginning to feel lightheaded I’m in need of some fresh air.”

Jimin frowns, to which Taehyung gives him a knowing look and the penny finally drops, “Oh! Yeah, okay. You’ll be okay here won’t you Y/N? With…Jungkook.”

You nod slowly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth not knowing whether to laugh or cry, you’re so embarrassed. Your best friend guzzles the rest of his champagne, not that you could blame him it did taste amazing and a single flute probably cost more than anything else you’d ever consumed. The two men walk away and you have to suppress a laugh, even with his back turned Jimin is still bouncing with excitement.

“Subtle.” Sarcasm drips from your tone.

Jungkook chuckles lowly at this, his warm tattooed hand quickly finds your thigh and earns you to blush even harder, “I won’t waste your time Y/N, I have a somewhat unique proposition for you, if you’re interested.”

“Go on.” You turn to face him, completely lost in his gaze. His breath is warm on your cheek, his scent overwhelming your senses and making you dizzy. It’s indescribable how attracted to him you are, you’ve never had such an intense desire for someone’s touch in your life. Every nerve in your body is ablaze, especially where his inked fingertips slowly drag themselves upward, closer and closer to where you want him the most.

A faint smile threatens his lips, “Just try to keep an open mind, I believe this could be very beneficial for us both.”

x

[httpdabi]

The Game

Genre: Smut

Summary: Playing a game made for couples with your best friend wasn’t such a bright idea. Or was it ?

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ (Minors, leave me and my blog alone), spanking, mention of daddy kink, cream pie, rough, dom!Dabi, praising

,, Can you hurry up already ? ‘’ Touya yelled from the living room as you were getting ready. ,, We are only going to buy groceries, we ain’t going to Met Gala for fucks sake’’ he hissed, once he realised that you ain’t answering him.

,, Give me a second’’ you screamed, as you were putting on your mascara carefully.

,, I gave you a whole fucking hour, woman’’ Touya snapped back, rolling his eyes playfully. He had to stress around a bit. Thinking about it, the two of you looked like married couple, yet you were nothing more than two best friends and roommates.

Once you were done, you made your way toward the shopping center that wasn’t that far away from your apartment. There wasn’t any specific reason the two of you were going there, you only needed some groceries to get, and you could literally get that in the store near your apartment. But the two of you decided to go out a bit, since both of you were pretty much focused on the studies last few days.

You and Touya know each other since you were little kids. Your mother and Rei were childhood best friends, so you and Touya grew up together. It was one of those forced friendships, that would have some huge development later on. As you were getting older, you started realising that you actually liked spending your time with him.

,, I hate this.. When I have money, there is nothing nice to buy, but when I’m broke as fuck, every dress is looking beautiful’’ you rolled your eyes disappointedly. Every time you don’t have much money, the stores around are having such a beautiful collections.

Of course, being your best friend, Touya always bought you clothes you had your eyes on, as a small surprise after you had a long and hard day at uni. You really loved him. Not only because of that, but simply for being him. Everyone knew how damn grateful you were for having him and your life and you really never tried to hide that.

,, Let’s go see if they have some board games, maybe we can buy something and play tonight’’ Touya suggested, grabbing your hand as he took the lead. Every time Touya would hold your hand, your heart would skip a beat. Probably because of the fact that you had one big and fat crush on your best friend.

You were not sure when did it start. Maybe when he pierced his nose, or when people started thinking that the two of you are couple, or maybe the feeling was always there, but you kept it somewhere buried in your mind. Hiding it from everyone and especially from him.

,, Oh, I always wanted to play thing game’’ Touya said, holding a small, black package in his hands. You tried to grab it away from him, but unsuccessfully.

,, What is it ? Show me’’ You squeaked excitedly, hoping it’s something fun.

,, It’s Drunk in love’’ He said, waving the small package in the air. Confusion and jealousy washed over you as you looked at the back of the package. You’ve heard about that game, it’s one for couples.

,, Should we buy it ? I really want to play it’’ He asked. Only confusion was left in your body once he asked you that.

,, Isn’t that a game for couples ?’’ You asked him back.

,, Yeah, but it really isn’t something special, after all everyone is mistaking us for couple, so i don’t see a problem here’’ Touya said, winking at you. ,, Unless you are scared’’ he added fast. You knew that he was just trying to tease you a bit, it was how he always got things his way.

,, You know very well that I ain’t scared. But Touya, that’s not something we should play’’ you said honestly. Sure you would love to play that with him, but you didn’t know what kind of game that really is, so it gave you mixed feelings.

,, Trust me, the game is not a big deal. It’s just fun.’’ He said, looking down at you, hoping you’ll agree with his suggestion. ,, Trust me doll’’ he repeated, and the moment you let a deep breath out and rolled your eyes, Touya knew that he won, making his way to the cashier immediately.

,, Let’s buy something to drink at least’’ you said, hoping that the game won’t be so bad at the end.

,, We have to, it’s a drinking game anyway’’ Touya laughed, placing one arm around you, as the two of you walked to the store with alcohol.

The two of you bought a bottle of vodka, before you made your way home. Not wasting any time, Touya helped you put the groceries in the fridge, before he opened the small package. He took two small glasses for shots, and placed them beside the deck of cards that were already on the table in the living room.

You took two normal glasses and orange juice, in case the vodka might be too much. Touya was already waiting for you, searching for some music on YouTube, as he sat on the floor.

,,Here’’ Touya offered you a cigarette, once you sat on the other side, placing one pillow under your ass. You gladly accepted the cigarette, as you enjoyed the music he found.

The two of you drank few shots of vodka, before you started to play. You weren’t sure what to expect of that game, but if you were being honest, the alcohol was helping you, even tho it was just a little bit.

,, Imma go first’’ Touya said, taking one card. ,, Describe your worst hookup ever or drink’’ he read it out lout. Okay, that wasn’t something so bad, after all, you’ve already talked about it with him.

,, Ehh, that one time I slept with Kai.’’ You said rolling your eyes as you thought about it.

,,Ah, that time when you though he’s still fingering you ?’’ Touya asked, laughing a bit.

,, Yes Touya, his dick was that small’’ You laughed, feeling a little bit more comfy about the stupid game. ,, My turn’’ you added, taking one card.

,, Reveal your biggest sexual fantasy or drink’’ You read it excitedly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

,, Yeah, no’’ Touya laughed, taking a shot without thinking twice, leaving you all disappointed. ,, Pull another one’’ Touya said, closing his eyes because of the strong taste of the alcohol.

,, Give your parter a piggy back ride around the room or drink’’ a big smile formed on your face as you read the sentence.

,, Easy peasy’’ Touya commented, standing up. The moment he turned around, giving you a sign to hop on his back, you did it. The two of you looked like children, running around the apartment like crazy.

,, Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm’’ Touya said, placing the card on the table. Of course you had to drink, thanking God you didn’t have to take a shot for every orgasm you faked.

Card after card, and shot after shot, the two of you were getting tipsier and the cards were getting spicier.

,, Blindfold your partner and make them guess which body part they’re touching or drink’’ Touya read the sentence, glad he was the one who found it first. ,, Yeah, you gonna chicken out ‘’ he teased.

,, Shut up and close your eyes’’ You said thinking about what part you should let him touch. Everything was way too easy to guess. At one point you were almost sure that there was a typo on the card, and that you should touch yourself and he should guess which part, but Touya was 100% sure that he was supposed to touch you.

Taking his hands, you decided that it would be the best if he would touch your collar and breast bones. At your surprise, he was tracing his fingers lightly over your skin, furrowing his eyebrows confusingly as he tried to understand what part of your body he’s touching.

,, Collarbones’’ He said opening his eyes immediately. ,, Ok, you’ve lost, drink’’ he commanded with a smirk on his face, as he took another card.

,, Take one article of clothing or drink’’ Touya placed the card on the table, leaning back onto the lower part of your couch. When he took of his shirt, showing of his perfectly toned body covered with various different tattoos, you realised that the card was referring to both of you. Since your shirt was a bit oversized, you decided to take of your pants.

Trying to ignore the small situation you found yourself in, you took another card fast.

,, Let your partner spank you or drink’’ you read it confusedly, trying to understand what the fuck is happening. Once you understood, you started shaking your head in disbelief, following with one loud laugh. What the fuck did you get yourself into ?

,, Come on doll, come to daddy ‘’ Touya joked, spreading his arms over the couch, as you took the shot of vodka anyway, before you made your way toward him.

Not giving you much time, Touya pulled you down, bending you over his lap. ,, You have no idea how much I wanted to do this’’ He confessed, as he pulled your shirt just enough to show your ass. You couldn’t even focus on his small confession, since you were trying to prepare yourself on the upcoming spanks.

Instead of spanking you, Touya decided to take his time with you, tracing his fingers over your hips and playing with the ends of your panties, pulling them up, forming a thong with them. You were glad that some alcohol was in your system, because you were pretty sure that sober you would never survive that.

,, Now doll, be a good girl and take every single spank for daddy’’ Touya whispered, before he connected his palm with your ass cheek, making you yelp in pain. With every spank he gave you, the pain was getting intenser. But you didn’t mind, after all, isn’t that what you wished for ?

,, Such a good Girl’’ He prised, caressing the red marks he left over your ass. Once you got back on the other side of the table, both you and him started laughing hysterically.

,, Lick your partner below the waist or finish your drink’’ Touya said, smirking widely once again. ,, There’s no way I’m finishing this drink’’ He added, grabbing your arm and pushing you toward him.Touya pushed up on the couch, as he started licking your legs slowly.

You couldn’t believe what the fuck was happening. Both of you half naked, playing some overly sexual game, which led him to licking your legs. You weren’t sure what was driving you more crazy, him licking your legs or his erection that was showing under his grey sweatpants.

Touya placed his hand on your tight, giving in one strong squeeze as he was placing wet kisses on your right inner tight. You could feel his lips getting closer and closer to your private parts, but you didn’t dare to say anything.

,, Wanna know what my fantasy is ?’’ Touya asked, kissing and biting onto the skin around your panties. All you could do is nod your head quietly, lost under his touch and soft kisses.

,, You, you are my biggest fantasy. I want to have you all for myself’’ Touya said hovering over you. ,, I want you to be mine’’ he added, looking you directly in the eyes, before he started leaving soft kisses all over your face.

,, Wanna be mine ? Just you and me doll’’ He asked, biting your lip.

,, Yes’’ You answered him so fast. Fuck yes you want to be his, He didn’t even have to ask you that, you were always his.

Once he heard you say that, Touya pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his hard dick jump straight up. Not breaking the kiss, he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your entrance.

,, Doll, tell me if I’m too rought’’ He said, entering you slowly while he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites. You couldn’t manage to give him a proper answer, hoping that simply nodding your head was understandable enough.

Once he was fully inside of you, he gave you some time to adjust to his size before he started rocking his hips into you. He wasn’t doing it slow, and the position you were in wasn’t the most comfortable one, but you didn’t care about that. All you could think of was the pleasure he was giving you at the moment, mixed with pain.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you recklessly, breathing into your neck as his moves were getting stronger and stronger.

,, So tight for me’’ Touya groaned, enjoying the warm feeling your walls were giving him. It felt like you were made just for him. Placing one hand on your hip, and other one on the edge of the couch, he increased his speed, fucking you stronger and deeper than before. With every move he made, he was hitting your g spot, making you moan louder and louder. You were pretty sure that your neighbours were able to hear the two of you, but none of you gave a single fuck.

Both of you were about to cum. His groans were getting louder, and he was fucking you ever harder, while your walls were getting tighter and tighter around him, making it even more enjoyable for him.

,, You can cum inside’’ You managed to say somehow, moaning his name and squeezing your eyes shut once you reached your high.

,, I was planning to ’’ He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, making it even better for you. After few thrusts, he spilled his seed deep into you. Moving few more times as he made sure to fill you nice and good, not wasting a single drop of his sperm. Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, fighting for his breath.

,, I love you so much Doll’’ he said, connecting his lips with your own.

,, I love you too’’ You answered him, smiling widely into the kiss.

That night he took care of you, cleaning you, and taking you to his room, making sure that you are alright and that he didn’t hurt you. That night he made sure to clear some things out, he made sure that you wouldn’t think this was some sort of misunderstanding. Telling you how he actually always wanted to ask you out, and how that game was just a chance for him to get him where he is now. With you in his bed, locked between his arms.

That night you understood that your crush was never one sided, and that you were the reason why your best friend never dated anyone else.

Who would have thought that such a dirty game could bring people together ? Would lead them to confessing to each other. You sure didn’t think so, yet there you are, instead of daydreaming about it, you are enjoying the warmth of your best friend, roommate and lover.

[hellhound-whisperer]

Regarding Y/N

Pairing | Dean x reader

Warnings | Reader is cursed, SPN canon-level violence, swearing

Word count | 5.7k

A/N | While I’m sure this has been done before, I wanted to write my version anyway. I think this is the most I’ve worked on a fic, and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Enjoy :)

Summary | Based on Regarding Dean, but it’s the reader that’s been cursed.

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I woke up on the ground, with a pounding headache and no idea where I was. Groaning, I sat up, spooking a rabbit that seemed to like me, and shoved my hands in my pockets, looking for my phone. When I found it, the screen was smashed, forcing another groan from my mouth.

“Shit.” I stood, brushing the dirt off my jeans. Alright, where the hell am I?

I looked around, seeing bobbing heads a little ways from where I was. Joggers? Am I in a park? I walked towards the moving people.

“Excuse me, could I make a call on your phone?” I asked the first person I saw, a woman pushing a stroller. She looked at me with a surprised expression, shoving a couple bucks in my hands. “Just don’t buy a drink with it, okay?”

Bitch, I thought, though I kept the money, shoving it in my pocket before approaching the next person, a guy running with his dog. “‘Scuse me, can I borrow your phone? Just have to make a call.” I shook my busted one, hoping he’d understand. He nodded, unplugging his ear buds and handing it to me.

“Thanks.” I started typing Dean’s number, but I must have been more hungover than I thought. Is it 674 or 647…shit, I think it’s 647…

I gave it a try, sighing in relief when I heard Dean’s voice on the other end. He sounded tired, his voice rough. “Yeah?”

“Dean, it’s…” He cut me off before I could even finish my sentence.

“Jesus, Y/N, where the hell have you been? One minute you were going to the bathroom, and then you’re gone? I’ve been looking for you all night!”

Ah, that’s why he sounds tired, I thought guiltily. “I’m sorry babe, but I have no idea what happened. I woke up in a park about two minutes ago.”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I could hear the worry in his voice, and him moving around, probably grabbing his things so he could come get me. Once I figured out exactly where I was.

“No, I think I’m fine. Little foggy, headache, probably hungover, but nothing weird. Except, you know, I’m in a park. That’s kind of weird.” I turned, seeing the tall sign for waffles. “Oh, come get me at Waldo’s Waffles, I’m starving.”

He sighed heavily, “I’ll be right there. Be careful, please.”

“I will, love you, bye.” I handed the guy his phone back, thanked him once more, and headed in the direction of sweet, delicious waffles, stomach rumbling in agreement.

The waitress set my plate down in front of me, refilled my coffee, and I dug into the pile of fruity, syrupy waffles, hungrier than I thought was possible. I was almost halfway done with my plate when Dean sat on the chair next to me. I had a mouthful when I turned to look at him, but he grabbed my face anyway, beautiful green eyes searching mine, worry all over his face.

“You’re alright? You’re sure?” His gaze moved down, looking for any injuries. I managed to nod, trying to chew at the same time. He looked me over one more time, planting a kiss to my forehead before releasing his hold on my face. “Dammit, Y/N, I’ve been losing my mind all night.” He rubbed his eyes, finally starting to relax a little.

My chest tightened at the tone in his voice, so I chewed quicker so I could answer. “I’m really sorry Dean, I don’t know what happened.” I pushed the plate of waffles in his direction so he could have some, my peace offering.

“How do you not know? We didn’t drink that much last night…what do you remember?” He took the fork out of my hand, and I frowned.

“Uh, well, we’re here, looking for a…something?” I shrugged.

He stopped eating to stare at me. “That’s the last thing you remember?” I nodded, shrugging again. “That was yesterday morning.”

“I guess I drank more than you thought? I don’t know Dean, that’s all I got. Did you bring…?” I pointed to my head, hoping he brought the aspirin.

He handed me the bottle, and I took two out, downing them with my coffee.

“I guess, I really didn’t think so. But that still doesn’t explain why you just took off.”

“I really am sorry, I just don’t know.” I looked at him sadly, confused about what happened. He sighed, running his hand through my hair, thumb stroking my cheek.

“We’ll figure it out Y/N/N, we always do.” He pulled my lips to his, and I could feel his relief in the kiss. “At least you’re okay.”

I smiled at him. He’s the best. And so pretty…my mind started to drift off to dirtier places, so I tried to focus again. “Where’s, uh…?” That’s weird, what the hell is his name?

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean Sam?”

Sammy, that’s it! I snapped my fingers, and Dean just kept staring at me. “You’re sure you’re alright? Did you hit your head or something?” He ran his fingers on the back of my head, looking for signs of a bump. Based on his expression, he didn’t find anything.

“I don’t think so. So where’s Sam?”

“I dropped him off to check out the body so I could come get you. We’ll get him on the way back to the motel. Finish your waffles,” Dean ordered, pulling his wallet out from his pocket so he could leave some money on the counter. I stabbed the last few bites and shoved the forkful in my mouth, standing. Dean reached his hand out, and I laced my fingers with his, following his lead out to the car.

“Well, it’s definitely a witch,” Sam said, getting in the back seat. “Hex bag was in the body, looks like it was shoved down his throat.”

Dean reached his arm across the front seat, stretching to face Sam. “Wonderful.”

“I see you found Y/N. What happened to you?” Y/N? That sounds familiar…The man in the back seat tapped my shoulder. “Uh, Y/N? You still drunk or something?”

I could hear the men talking, but it was hard to focus all of a sudden, things around me going blurry. I placed my face in my hands to steady myself, and felt someone start rubbing my back. “Y/N, sweetheart? Look at me.”

I looked at the man next to me. “Who’s Y/N?”

The two guys looked at each other with weird looks on their faces before looking back at me. Dean spoke slowly at me. “That would be you.” I heard the guy in the back ask, “What’s wrong with her?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” I muttered, raising my head now that things were clear again. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Then what’s your name?” Dean asked.

I scoffed, “I know my name! It’s, uh…Y/N!” I smiled triumphantly. I did not receive any smiles back, which I thought was rude.

“Dean, what happened to her?”

Dean started the car, backing out of the spot. “I have no idea, Sammy.”

We got back to the motel, Dean’s hand on my back on the entire walk from the car to the room. Sam opened the door, gesturing us inside.

“I promise guys, I’m fine!”

“You forgot your own name!” Dean practically yelled. Sam just looked at me.

“For a second, okay, yeah, that was weird,” I admitted, throwing my jacket on the table and sitting on the bed, trying to think.

Sam chimed in. “We’re hunting a witch, right? Maybe she got hexed?” Dean rubbed his face with his hand. “I guess. But if the witch found her, how is she still here? And why is she freakin’ Dory?”

“Dory?”

“Not going to apologize for loving that fish. Not to you, not to anyone.” I rolled my eyes at Dean, but I couldn’t help but smile at his comment. Damn, did I love that man…wait, he’s talking about me! “I’m not Dory! I’m FINE.”

Dean turned to me. “Fine, then name the main characters in Harry Potter,” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Well, there’s Harry Potter.” I gave him the middle finger to start my count, “And then…uh, Randy, I think…” Dean shook his head, and I threw my hands up in the air. “Whatever, this is stupid! I’m fine.” I stood up, walking back to the table. “This is a table! This is a coat! This is…a, uh…light stick!”

Both men looked at me like I was crazy, before Sam asked, “A ‘light stick?’”

I pointed at it again, nodding. Like they didn’t know what a light stick was. Idiots.

“Alright, we’re gonna need some help,” Dean said, rubbing his jaw again. “Cas?”

“No, not Cas, I’m fine!” I yelled again, though no one seemed to be listening.

“Rowena? If it’s a witch, she might be the best bet,” Sam said, crossing the room and starting to write something down on a yellow square. I threw my hands up, trying to get their attention. “But in the meantime…” Sam moved back to the stick of light, pressing his thumb against the yellow square at the top. It said ‘lamp.’

I snapped my fingers, “LAMP. Damn, so close.”

Dean swore, loudly, and was tapping wildly against his phone before putting it to his ear. “Yeah, well, we need your help, Rowena.”

“Rowena? Really…” I moaned, going to the fridge. “Oh! Tiny vodkas! Score!” Dean and Sam just rolled their eyes again. It was getting really annoying.

“This is serious, I think Y/N has been hexed. She’s been…forgetting things.” Dean said, looking at me as I started to make a drink. Clearly, they were occupied.

“She’s not drunk.”

Nope, but I’m trying. I picked up the ice holder, pointing. “We need ice.” Neither one was paying attention to the important stuff. Like ice for my tiny vodka.

“What? I don’t know, I haven’t checked!”

Ugh, neither one of these dummies is going to get me ice. They’re too wrapped up talking to…someone. What was her name? Ramona? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I’m getting ice. I left the room to get some, leaving them to their talking. I walked up the stairs to the ice thing, filling it before returning to the room. But the damn key wasn’t working…

“Y/N!” I turned to Dean, shrugging. “The key isn’t working.”

“That’s cause that’s not our room,” he said, looking mad. I shook my head before answering, “All these dumps look the same.” I stalked past him, but he grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop.

“We think you’ve been hexed. You’re losing your memory.” My mouth dropped open. “What, like Memento?” Dean just smirked, then nodded. “That you remember. Yeah, like that. To fix it, we have to kill the witch that did it.”

“Great, let’s do that!”

He sighed loudly. “We have to find ‘em first. What’s the last thing you remember?”

I paused, holding the ice holder out to him. “I got ice.” He threw his hands up, walking toward the open door to his right. This must be our room, looks the same to me, I thought, but I followed anyway.

They made me get all suited up so they could take me back to the vic’s office. As they rummaged through things, I opened a box of cigars, pocketing one to surprise Dean later. Sam rolled his eyes at me.

“You did that yesterday too.” I looked at Dean, and he just nodded, but I caught the smile. “Any of these look familiar?” Sam waved his hand at some pictures on the wall. I walked over, glancing at all the faces. None of them looked like anyone I knew though, so I shook my head. “Okay, let’s think, what happened next?”

Dean’s eyes darted back and forth, thinking. “You went to check out the lore, Y/N and I went to get dinner at that burger place. Should we head there?” Sam moved his head up and down, and I grabbed Dean’s hand as we left the office. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew he would take care of me, so I should follow him.

We walked into this Western bar, which was busy and noisy. I didn’t like all the loud noises, but Dean and Sam were in charge, so I followed.

Both turned to me as we moved toward the bar. “Anything look familiar?”

I looked around, but it looked like any other bar we’d been to over the last few months, nothing at all stuck out. “It looks like all the others, I don’t know!”

A pretty lady bartender walked in front of us, looking right at me as she went to the register. Dean nudged me, whispering “That was our server, you remember?”

I frowned, but headed towards her anyway. “Hi!”

She looked at me funny, then at Dean. “Hello…you back to pay your tab?”

I frowned again, looking at Dean. “I think that’s his job.” I jabbed my thumb into his shoulder. He hung his head, his hand reaching into his back pocket.

“I’m sorry I ran out last night, she up and vanished, so I got worried. I think she might have been drugged.” Dean pulled a couple bills from his wallet, handing them to the pretty woman.

“Drugged!?” Both of them looked at me, shaking their heads quickly. I think they are telling me to be quiet.

Dean continued, “Can you tell us what you remember? We’re just trying to figure this out.” She looked at all of us, but her face softened when she got to me.

“Sure. You and her ordered burgers to go, but it was going to be a minute. You guys downed, what, four tequila shots, put some ‘sick jams’ on the juke, and then the little lady here hopped on Larry.”

Sam interrupted, “Larry?”

“Oh yeah,” she responded, looking right at me. “She had the hots for Larry as soon as she walked in.” Dean looked away, and his cheeks got a little pink.

I piped in, “Was I good?”

It was Dean who answered, never looking up from the ground. “Oh, you were…amazing.” I smiled brightly, proud even though I couldn’t remember.

“Anyway, then you two,” she pointed at Dean and me, and I swear Dean blushed even harder, “disappeared for about 10 minutes, and when I saw you again,” she pointed at me, “you were running like a bat out of hell towards the alley.”

I looked at Dean, who was avoiding the look Sam was giving him. The lady suddenly pushed Dean’s shoulder, “You better not have…”

Dean’s hand cut through the air. “NO. No. She’s my girlfriend, nothing like that.” I looked at him and Sam, confused. “Do you have security cameras here?”

She looked at me for some sort of answer, so I went with the flow and waved it off. “He’s right, he’s my, uh, boyfriend. All good.”

She nodded to me. “Good. And yeah, we do.” She walked us to the back of the bar.

“Really Dean?” Sam muttered, shaking his head. “Bar bathroom?”

Dean stopped him, counting on his fingers as he spoke. “One, you were at the motel and we only had one room, so I think you mean thank you. Two, it was her idea, point your disappointment that way.” He tilted his head to me. I shrugged, and Sam made a face, walking around us to follow the lady.

I whispered to Dean, trying to catch up, “what did we do?”

Dean sighed, leaning down to whisper back in my ear. “Remember I said you were amazing on the bull? Understatement compared to that, sweetheart.” He pecked me on the cheek before following Sam. I grinned, skipping to follow him.

Sam pulled his laptop out, popping the little silver stick into it, and a movie came on. I tried to look over their shoulders, but these boys were tall. “Let me see,” I whined, and Dean moved enough over to let me look.

I watched, and then pointed excitedly. “That’s me!”

“Yes it is,” Dean said, grabbing my hand to pull it away, but he didn’t let go. I felt his fingers brushing against my knuckles gently as we kept watching. He leaned in, looking at the picture.

Sam asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to read her lips. Now salsa you mittens.” I may be hexed, but that is just nonsense.

“You can’t read lips.”

“I can’t read lips,” Dean admitted, pulling away from the screen. We watched as my body flew backwards, and Dean’s grip on my hand tightened. “You don’t remember any of this?” He turned to me, hoping I would have a better answer than I did.

I just shrugged, “I got nothing.” They kept watching, making the little people go backwards and forwards.

“You recognize that jacket?”

Dean responded before I could, “Yeah, from the vic’s office. Maybe Y/N saw him last night, and chased after him.” The little movie-me pulled something out of my pocket.

“I took a shot! I know how to shoot a gun?” I whispered at Dean, squeezing his hand. He just dropped his head into his free hand.

They pulled me out of the bar into the alley, waving their baby light sticks around, and talking to each other. I couldn’t make out what they were saying though…everything was starting to get fuzzy again.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. There are witches?” I asked, my hand grabbing Dean’s forearm. He’s strong, I thought, before I saw the way he was looking back at me. Focus, uh, me. Y/N. Right.

“Yeah, Y/N, there are witches. And we kill them.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s awesome!” They didn’t look as happy as I felt though.

“C’mon Y/N/N,” Dean said, pulling me away from the garbage and into the woods.

“How much further?” I questioned, my legs getting tired after a bit. Dean squeezed my hand tighter, leading me along.

“Depends. You remember anything?”

“Nope. So, genies are real? But they don’t grant wishes.” I added grumpily, thinking about the blue Genie from the movie.

“Jesus,” Dean said quietly, but I still heard him. “Yeah, that’s right. C’mon now,” he said, pulling me along. We walked up to this tree with red paint on it. “That’s probably relevant.”

“Maybe Rowena knows what they mean.” Sam leaned down to take a picture.

“Rowena? That’s a funny name.” I giggled, but no one else did. Dean let go of my hand, moving forward. “Hey!”

He put his palm up when I tried to follow. I think that means stop, so I stopped moving. “Sam!” The bigger guy walked over to Dean. “I think that’s our witch.”

Curious, I walked up next to Dean, ignoring his hand. “Is that a dead guy?” Dean just looked at me. “Cool,” I whispered, pulling on his sleeve.

“No, not cool. If killing the witch was supposed to remove the spell, you should be fine, sweetheart.” Dean looked mad.

“Oh. Not cool?” I guessed, and both men just looked at me.

“Let’s get out of here,” Sam said, and Dean put his hand on my shoulder, guiding me back to where we started.

We got back to the motel room, and the boys were looking at the computer, talking to each other when I heard a noise at the door. I got up to open it.

“Y/N, wait!” I heard Dean say, but I still knew that sound meant someone needed to come in, so I opened the door anyway. A very pretty lady with long, red hair and nicely done eyeshadow walked into the room. “Who are you?” I asked, trying to flirt a little. She was very pretty, but Dean coughed, and shook his head at me. Right, I’m with him. Oops.

“Spell’s progressed I see,” she looked at Dean and then Sam. She talked funny, but it sounded nice. She kept walking inside, so I closed the door. If they really didn’t like her, I was sure Dean would protect me.

“We asked for intel, Rowena, not a house call.”

“Well, I have a feeling you’ll come to thank me.” She turned towards me, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to touch her hair.

“Your hair…it’s so bouncy!” I exclaimed, running my fingers through it. It’s so soft, I want my hair to be like that.

“Why thank you!” She said, a big smile on her face. She looked at Dean and Sam. “Do we have to fix her?”

Both sighed, and said at the same time, “Rowena.”

“Boys.” She smiled at me. They said a bunch of words back and forth, but it was hard to focus again, because things got a little fuzzy and Rowena was petting my hand. It felt nice, like when Dean did it, but she was softer.

“Come here.” Dean pulled me away from the nice lady, and sat me on the bed. “Y/N, you remember HBO?” I shrugged. He clicked the button on the rectangle, and the movie came on.

“Oh! Scooby!” I shouted, watching the dog on the screen for a while, drowning out the three of them. Scooby was more interesting anyway. Eventually, I laid down on the bed, watching the dog being chased by the ghost. Someone laid down behind me, pulling me into his chest. “You know who I am?” he asked softly, giving me a kiss on my neck.

“Of course! You’re…D-Dan?” I asked, turning to face him, snuggling closer. He tried to smile. “Close, Dean.” I smiled brightly at him; that felt right. “You’re my Dean.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m yours.” He buried his hand in my hair, little tears in his eyes. He started to tell, no remind, me what was happening. As he kept talking, I felt myself getting sadder, and tears started to fill my eyes too.

“I can feel it,” I said finally, looking right at him, trying to memorize his face, the way I felt laying here with him. God, it felt good. It felt…right, and this was what I was going to lose? “I can feel it slipping out of my head.”

One of his big hands continued stroking my hair, his thumb brushing against my scalp. The other cupped my cheek. “I’m not going to let that happen, Y/N/N.” His bright green eyes looked back at me, and I could tell he was asking me to trust him.

It was that moment that I broke. “I don’t remember everything, Dean,” I emphasized, because I wanted him to know that I knew who he was, “but I know I don’t wanna forget you. I’m scared…” I choked on a sob, and he pulled me tight into his arms, holding me close. “I’m scared I’m going to forget everything.” The tears started to fall from my eyes, and I buried myself further into him.

“I will fix this, Y/N, I promise,” he said again, and I felt his lips on the top of my head.

“Okay,” I offered, hoping that he was right. It was slipping away, but I knew him at that moment - he was my Dean, and he would take care of me. I knew that was true.

Dean pulled back, lifting my chin with his finger. He kissed my lips, then my forehead, lingering there. Then he got up, going back to the other guy. SAM, I thought, tried to commit it to memory. Sam. Sam and Dean, I kept repeating, making my mouth form the words, hoping that would help.

I continued to lay there, trying to remember the details. My name is Y/N. Dean is my…well, mine. Sam is my best friend. R…Ramona is a friend. My name is…what is my name? I couldn’t bear to turn over to ask. I may not remember his name, but I knew the people on the other side of me were important, and I didn’t want to make them sad.

Sometime later, I was alone with the pretty lady. The men left to do things, they told me what, but I couldn’t remember, and I was supposed to be here. With the lady. She was putting stuff on the table, so I tried to help.

“Stop touching everything!” She scolded, swatting my hand away.

“Sorry.” She gave me a little doll, and started to tell me a story. I tried to listen, playing with the sharp pointy things and the dolly.

“What have I done?” I turned to her, when she talked about a gift.

“You’re a killer, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Wait…I kill people?” No, I don’t kill people, that’s not right…

“Scores. You may be a stubborn pain in the arse, but everything you’ve done, you’ve done for…ugh, the greater good.”

I looked at her incredulously, “Oh, and that’s supposed to make it okay?”

She walked around me, answering, “Oh, I wouldn’t know. You help those other than yourself. Me, I’ve done horrible things, and I told myself it was fine…”

The pretty lady kept talking, and I tried to follow what she was saying. It made sense, but I couldn’t put it into context. She touched my nose, and I giggled. That’s when the rectangle next to her lit up and rang. I heard a familiar voice on it, but I couldn’t place where I knew it, or who it was. Some other voices were in the background, and I could tell something was wrong. Then the familiar one started to yell before it all went black.

I woke up in a car, seeing a note that told me what to do. Your boys have been kidnapped by a witch. Found the stupid car and left you here.You turned to the door, and found another card: Stay. Uh, no thank you. It’s boring in here. I shrugged, getting out of the car and walking to the back out of habit. I went to the trunk, where I found another little paper: Open me.

WOW, look at all this…witch killing bullets, the paper says “this one,” so I should pick this one! I picked up the gun like the note told me to, and my hands seemed to know what to do better than I did, popping the bullets in the gun.

I walked into the house, finding a blonde lady throwing things at the pretty red-haired lady. I pulled the little lever on the gun, and it made a clicking noise that made the blonde lady stop.

“A gun? You really think that’s gonna work on a…” I raised my hand with the paper that said “WITCH KILLING BULLETS.” I know how a gun works, lady, I thought, smiling. I just hope that’s what you are.

She turned back to my friend, and I pulled the trigger. She fell quickly, and the red lady dropped to the ground as well.

All of a sudden, three men ran down the stairs in front of me. I put the gun back up, knowing that was what I was supposed to do. The man in glasses just looked at me. The one with long brown hair pointed at himself and said NO, and when I looked at the man with the gorgeous green eyes, I paused. I’m sure I know him, I thought, my forehead creasing as I tried to think. He looked at me, shook his head, and said “First guy.”

I didn’t hesitate after that, putting a bullet between his eyes. The two men behind him took a big breath after that, looking at me with smiles. I smiled back, turning my gaze to the one I knew and throwing him a thumbs up.

When they came down the stairs, the one with the spiky hair put his lips on my forehead, wrapping his arms around me. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, moving back to look at my eyes. I still couldn’t place him, but I knew he was important. “Rowena!” he hollered, not letting me go.

The pretty red-haired lady stood, waving me towards her. I looked at the man holding me, who nodded. “It’s okay, go with her.” I followed her up the stairs. When we got to the top, she said a lot of gibberish, and I could see a bright purple light around me. It all came back like snapping a rubber band.

We walked back down the stairs, and I looked between Dean and Sam, furrowing my brow like I was concentrating to remember.

“Is that it? Is it done?” Dean asked, worry etched deep in his features.  

“Who the hell are these two dudes?” I felt guilty for teasing them, more specifically Dean, but I just couldn’t resist.

Dean looked crestfallen, Sam disappointed. I broke out in a big smile. Dean visibly relaxed, and Sam followed, giving me the face. “Sweetheart?” Dean tilted his head, waiting.

I nodded, running into his arms, and crashing into his lips. I could feel his relief in the kiss, and I melted a little at how worried he was for me. I broke the kiss, knowing Sam and Rowena were still behind us, and I could tell Dean didn’t seem to care at all. “I’m back, baby,” I whispered, running my hands through his hair to reassure him. “And I remember how much I love you.”

“You have no idea how much I missed hearing that, Y/N/N. I love you too, sweetheart. Now, let’s get the hell out of here.” Dean pulled away, lacing his fingers with mine, and we followed Rowena and Sam out of the witch’s den.

We got back to the bunker later that day, after securing the spellbook from Rowena, tired and ready to crash for a bit. I hugged Sam before we parted ways to our rooms, thanking him for his help, heading to Dean’s and my room with my duffel. I thought about showering first, but I saw the bed and nixed that idea quickly - curses really took it out of you.

I dropped onto the bed, almost done untying my shoes when Dean walked in, closing the door behind him. “You want first shower?”

I shook my head. “Go ahead, I’m exhausted.” Dean nodded in understanding, leaning down to kiss the crown of my head, skilled hands unbuttoning his flannel. “Lay down sweetheart, I’ll only be a couple minutes, then I’ll join you.”

“Enjoy,” I muttered, scooting up the bed to rest on my pillow, finding I didn’t even have the energy to change out of my jeans. Dean left, Dead Guy’s robe in hand, and I waited, trying to come up with any of the memories I was missing, and failing. I could remember bits and pieces, like shooting the witch and Rowena removing the spell, but that was about it. I hadn’t gotten many details, just the highlights of the last couple days from the boys. Sam did show me my performance from the bar on his laptop on the way home though, and I gotta say, I was damn good.

I heard the door open, and scrunched my face at the light that flooded in from the hall. “Sorry,” Dean whispered. I heard him walk around the bed, to my side, so I turned my head in confusion. “I may be okay sleeping next to you without you showering, but not in those dirty clothes. C’mon sweetheart, sit up, I’ll help you.”

I moaned in annoyance, but complied, pushing myself into a sitting position. Dean pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side, and tucked my arms one by one into one of his clean flannels, buttoning it before helping me get out of my jeans. He lifted my legs back onto the bed, crawling over me to his side, his arms open so I could nuzzle into this chest. He always smelled so good after a shower, soap and a hint of whiskey. He was stroking my hair, his other arm stretched across his broad chest, pulling me tight to his side.

“I’m glad you’re back, Y/N. I hated seeing my girl slip away like that.”

“I’m sorry Dean. I don’t remember most of it, but honestly, if I didn’t remember us, it was probably a nightmare.”

“Actually, for the most part, you were pretty happy. I think not remembering all the crap in the past, everything that weighs us down, made you happier.”

“Don’t you even. I wouldn’t trade this, us, for anything. So no matter how happy I may have seemed, I can pretty much guarantee it was a nightmare for me. I love you, Dean. That makes everything else worth it.” I rested my hand over his tattoo, and he shifted, bringing my hand up to kiss my knuckles, returning it back to his heart, his hand covering mine.

“I hope so.”

I didn’t like the tone I heard in his voice, the sadness, the thought that maybe I would have been happier in another life. I couldn’t disagree more. So I tried a different tactic.

“Besides, in what other life would I have the opportunity to ride Larry the bull?”

I felt his chest vibrate with real laughter. “You got me there. Do you remember what happened afterwards at all?”

“No, I thought I saw and ran after the witch.”

Dean cleared his throat, responding, “Uh, you did, but between that and Larry, you gave me an offer I could never refuse.”

I groaned, “Oh no, I did?” I buried my face into him.

He chuckled again, and squeezed my hand. “Oh yes. After your little ride, you practically skipped to me, and whispered in my ear, ‘Care to finish what Larry started?’ and took full advantage of me in the handicapped stall. It was awesome.”

“Did I…?”

Dean dropped my hand like it was on fire, pulling my chin up so he could look at me, mock disgust on his face. “Please, Y/N, when have I ever, ever left you unsatisfied?”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t lie. “Fair enough. I should have known better.”

“You’re damn right. And after you get some rest, I’m going to remind you of that fact. At least twice.” I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling again. Dean mimicked me dramatically.

I giggled, pushing myself up so I could kiss his perfect pink lips. “I love you,” I said, barely breaking contact.

“You know I love you, Y/N/N.” He kissed the top of my nose, then pushed my head back down on top of his chest. “Now, get some sleep so I can remind you in the morning.”

I smiled, falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.