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Playing Games Update

I have like the next 2 chapters written (really 1.5 chapters) but my WiFi is out so I’ll post at least the next part tomorrow. It’s a little short but we’re getting there.

I’m sorry for the long long wait I’ve been going through it a bit but we’re for sure getting there and I’ll try to keep up with it.

Unrelated: I’m gonna try to write some Christmas/holiday oneshots. If anyone has any requests on that front pls lmk

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"Where the reader is his mate"

Hi there! Could I please request a Jasper Hale X Fem reader where the reader is his mate but still human and just transferred. Maybe a bit shy and likes to paint and read and one day jasper finds her in the woods.

Request by @bellewoods1215

Jasper X f!reader

word count: ~985

As a young girl, y/n was always shy. She found herself more inclined to catch butterflies and read books and let spiders outside than socialize and squash insect-like intruders. This, as one may expect, led to school being, succinctly put, not her favorite environment. She loved to learn, she adored learning, but the crowded halls and talkative peers, and near-constant tension between one duo or another was overwhelming to her. She found her peace in the nearby woods back behind the gymnasium. Her study hall directly preceded her lunch period, which was the luckiest she’d ever felt about a school schedule, and, so, it was easy to spend a couple hours outdoors—even in the vicious cold. Wrapping her late grandfather’s checked scarf around her neck and pulling on her knit cap and gloves, y/n tightened her sweater around herself and took her leave. She brought an easy read out with her—something really written for kids in middle school, but she’d read it a million times and the ease and expectedness of each word and page turn was easy to digest. And so, after brushing off a frosty icy rock, she sat with her legs bunched up in a slim stream of sunlight, opening her book and letting out a foggy breath.

Jasper Hale is the newest “vegetarian” in his family. Because of this, he’s specifically not supposed to spend alone time with humans, particularly when he’s hungry. It’s not at all that he can’t do it, it’s more that it’s safer to have someone of your own capabilities present to hold you accountable. He knows this. That’s why, on one solitary Thursday afternoon when the lunch bell rang, Jasper took the opportunity to leave school grounds and grab a bite to eat. He knew his eyes were quickly darkening to brown and soon they’d be black. He never lets himself go this long without eating, but it was hunting season, not to mention an especially cold winter, and so wildlife in the area was somewhat scarce. Adding to that, he’d rather let his family eat before him. Animals never quite satiated him anyway.

Stopping dead in his tracks, feeling the wind he picked up behind him rush back against him. He smelled the sweet beat of a human heart, but this one was different. There was no blood lust in him as he inhaled the peace that came with the even rhythm. And, without really thinking, almost like an undead monster, he lazed through the woods toward this innocuous love. Upon approach, he laid eyes on her.

Jasper had never particularly missed the warmth a pulse brought to his skin, but seeing her all bundled up, seeing the breath leave her body and almost block her view of the pages before her, he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be as warm-blooded as those wolves across the treaty line. He wanted to blanket her, to protect her from anything that could cause her harm or discomfort—even just the icy air. With nothing but a glance, without even knowing her name, he adored her.

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Months went by. A number of people had approached y/n, Mike and Jessica, Angela and Ben, and it’s not as though she had anything in particular against anyone, she just didn’t feel the need for them. She didn’t feel drawn to them. Only one student caught her eye—a yellow-eyed, honey-haired boy with pain in his gaze. They only had a handful of classes together, and in none of those classes did they sit beside each other, but she kept an eye on him. She observed him and, unbeknownst to her, he returned the observations. Even sitting across the room from him, there was a peace she only knew when he was near.

But then the sun came out—really came out—and the ground began to thaw, and he was gone. She felt ridiculous even thinking about him, she wasn’t even sure of his name, how can you feel so attached to someone when you don’t even know their name?

One week—he was gone for a week—Wednesday to Wednesday—but, sitting against a tree near the edge of the lot on one solitary Thursday morning, a rumbling was heard probably throughout the entire city and a motorcycle—which was somehow both shiny and dusty—pulled into the lot. It parked, the kickstand was kicked to make the bike stand, and a helmet was removed to reveal that honey hair. He wasn’t cocky or attention-seeking, he didn’t catch much attention for suddenly roaring back to school, but y/n couldn’t look away. Not when he clipped the helmet around the handlebars, not when he pulled his leg over the bike to be standing independently, and not when his eyes met hers. They looked at each other for a second or maybe it was a year, and then the bell rang. Y/n’s eyes snapped away, looking towards the plain building, and she scrambled to stand unfortunately dropping her bag. Its contents spilled—a cheap watercolor set, pens, pencils, books, the works.

“Shit, shit, shit.” People pooled into the school behind her as she tried, as quickly as possible, to scoop all of her belongings back into her bag. Shoving one thing in, she turned back but it was all stacked quite neatly in a hand that held her things out to her.

“Thank you.” She smiled, awkwardly, and grabbed her things. They were cold as he removed his hands, looking up to thank the Good Samaritan properly, her eyes were fixed back on his.

“Of course.” A beat, as she placed her things aside and he stuck out his hand to her, “Jasper.”

His voice was smooth and twangy, but in a subtle sort of way. It felt like nobody else was around—and maybe they weren’t by now—but she smiled, placing her hand in his.

“Y/n.”

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Playing Games

Part XI

Paul Lahote X OC

Synopsis: Elle is heartbroken after Paul reveals he’s a shifter and she thinks he’s lying. Will she hear him out?

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, internal monologue, drinking, not wanting to eat

Word Count: ~800

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XI

It’s been a week—just one week—and I feel like I’m dying. Maybe every other heartbreak was just what I thought heartbreak would be because this is so much fucking worse. And, honestly? Paul isn’t making it easier. He’s leaving bundles of flowers at my door every day, twice this week he’s texted me asking if we could talk, and now he’s sent Seth to visit me at work. I’d call the police if I were actually angry or scared or anything but truthfully there’s nothing creepy about it. I know, I wouldn’t believe me either, but it’s true.

And now here’s Seth, pretending to look at books. I wouldn’t put actually wanting a new book past Seth, but he’s looking over at me nervously every couple seconds so it’s pretty evident he’s not here for a tantalizing read.

It takes 10 minutes or awkward silence and frequent glances for Seth to come up to the counter empty handed. I remember the first time Paul visited me at work—this isn’t like that. Seth is nervous and shy and seems more like a child needing to ask for help.

“Heeey Elle.” His greeting is drawn out and gentle.

“Welcome to Elder Stories. Can I help you find something?” I keep it matter of fact. No, not matter of fact, more cold. I feel guilty. It’s killing me to be so cold to someone who’s constantly so warm and kind.

“Uhm, no I’m actually here to talk to you. About him. Paul. About Paul.”

“We have a lovely history section if you’re interested in non-fiction.”

“Elle, please. He doesn’t know I’m here and he’s probably hate that I am. I just—I don’t think you guys—“

“You don’t think we what?” I snap, raising an eyebrow. If I show even a single emotion, I will crumble. I know I’ll crumble. And I can’t have that.

Seth is quiet for a minute before he speaks up.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between you guys.”

“Yeah, Seth. You don’t know. And to say Paul’s hurting? I’m hurting, Seth. I am. He did this, not me.” I turn to shelve something and quickly wipe my eye as I do. My voice was softer. I can’t be soft—there’s not exactly someone else here to cover the counter for me so I can cry in the bathroom.

“I’m sorry. I just thought maybe you’d be willing to talk to him. Just a little. It can be in public or whatever I don’t know. I hate seeing you guys like this.” I keep my back turned. Seth is sweet, he’s soft, and he seems to be the kind of person who never wants anyone to hurt. But people hurt sometimes, trust me. What feels like hours pass and then I hear his footsteps recede and the front door jingle and close.

***

A beer and a pizza but I’m not really hungry. It’s Friday night and I feel absolutely empty. I keep staring at the pizza, tempting myself to eat, but I can’t bring myself to do so. I’m all too entirely vacant at the moment. I take another drink, the label remains in-tact.

Was Seth telling the truth? Did Paul really not know he was there? Were they manipulating me? Is that all I am—some idiot to manipulate and lie to and hurt? But no, Seth wouldn’t partake in that, right? I don’t know.

I don’t know anything.

If I saw anyone else throwing the pity party I’m throwing myself I’d roll my eyes and think they’re dramatic. But now I feel it and now I know and I don’t know who to talk to about it. My dad is out of cell reception right now and it’s hard to know what he’s say—would he want to decimate Paul for hurting me or would he think I should hear him out? What would I prefer him to tell me?

Another beer later, I grab out my phone and let a breath out. Okay, fine, hear him out. I can hear him out. I can do that. Maybe he’s simply delusional. Is this smart or even safe? Who’s to say. But right now it feels right. Difficult, but right.

I press call.

***

Okay, maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I had one too many drinks and I should go home. The leaves rustle behind me and I feel my stomach sinking. This isn’t how leaves rustle when there’s only 2 feet. Swallowing hard, I turn slowly. Carefully. This should be in public, why did I say I’d wait outside my house? I’m an idiot and now I’m going to be murdered by a gaggle of shirtless men. Spun 180° now, I let out a deep breath and open my eyes.

Oh. My. God

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Hello? Are you willing to write about Jasper Hale x human female reader where they keep having inappropriate thoughts about each other and Edward cannot stand it any longer? It is completely okay if you are not interested in writing such a thing. Have a nice day :)

Hey! I’ll do my damndest :-) as a general heads up I’ve never written a Jasper fic so I apologize in advance if I don’t get his personality right.

Hopefully, this is at least close to what you were looking for :-)

Pair: Jasper X F!human reader

Warnings: Horny! thoughts, domestic Jasper, fluff

Word Count: 566

Masterlist

Note to self: don’t try to get schoolwork done when your insanely hot vampire boyfriend is around. You’d think I would have learned my lesson by now what with our relationship starting back in high school but nope, here I am, a sophomore in college, still unable to think through my absolutely shameless and sinful lust for Jasper Hale. 

We’ve had sex a handful of times, and it’s great. He prioritizes me and my feelings. But just once I want to tie him down. I want to see his alabaster muscles tighten and relax, hear him groan and beg–all for me. All because of what I’m doing to him.

I’m chewing on my pen cap absentmindedly, replaying my favorite highs Jasper’s made me reach. I wouldn’t have even noticed the pen cap between my teeth if it weren’t forward Edward clearing his throat and raising an eyebrow at me. Rolling my eyes, I pointedly think.

Prude. He just smiles under his breath and returns to his book.

Jasper is walking around the kitchen trying to make me some sort of snack that I’m sure won’t be fantastic taste-wise–let’s face it, most of the recipes from the time he could taste food are highly gelatin-based and usually require a freshly slaughtered animal and some lard–but I admire the gesture. I admire how hard he tries.

Can he taste me? I mean, I know vampires can taste blood, but when he’s buried between my thighs, does it have a flavor?

Fuck it, I don’t care if it has a flavor. I want him to throw whatever he’s made out the window and saddle my legs over his shoulders–fingertips pressing into my thighs until they bruise, using his own skin as an ice pack when we’re done. And then we start over again. And again. And again. And–

A deep sigh from the couch. Edward, again. Now that’s an again I wouldn’t mind not having.

Jasper sets my plate on the coffee table in front of me–a sandwich. Sweet, simple, I smile and peck him on the lips as he’s still bent over. He proceeds to sit beside me, nuzzling close. I can smell his sweet scent and I know there’s no point in even trying to focus on my schoolwork at this point. What class was I even working on? Who knows. I lean into him and let out a heavy sigh, his fingers dance across my spine, my arm, and I hum content.

Okay, y/n, focus. We can still salvage our work today, right? An after the work? Then we can play.

I almost want to laugh at my own stupid mind. Leaning forward, I scroll to the next page on my computer and take a quick bite of my sandwich. Jasper repositions and when I sit back he’s behind me, hugging my middle. PDA isn’t his thing, it’s not really mine either, but comfort is. On any other day, a bit of comfort would probably help me focus.

Jasper leans his head against my shoulder blade, pressing his lips to it gently. God, those lips–

A book slams shut and both our attention turns towards Edward. Dropping his hardcover on the couch behind him, he looks at us.

“You two are revolting.” and he walks away. Looking back at Jasper we make eye contact and neither of us can help but to laugh.

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Playing Games

Part X

Synopsis: Paul tells Elle who he is

Warnings: Soft!Paul, pre-smut smut (kissing, grinding), intimacy, angst

Word Count: ~925

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Elle

Jesus Christ I feel like shit. Slowly, oh so slowly, I sit up in bed and sip on the water I find beside me. I vaguely remember Paul staying over but where he was is now just a warm spot on my bed. Stretching, I let out a groan before running my hands over my face. Im just about set on never moving again when there’s a gentle tap on my door. I’m looking up through bleary eyes, there stands Paul.

“Elle?” His voice is soft—softer than I’ve ever heard.

“Paul?” While I’m happy to see he’s here, why the fuck is he here?

“Hey, I made some breakfast downstairs. You should probably eat something.”

Is Paul Lahote… taking care of me? I feel like I’m in a poorly written episode of The Twilight Zone. Groggy as all hell, I stand up on stiff legs and slowly make my way towards the kitchen. Paul walks near me as though he’s afraid I’ll fall down or maybe even die at any given moment. It’s endearing but unnecessary. On the kitchen table sits a plate of scrambled eggs and slightly burnt toast beside a cup of coffee. No, not coffee, green tea. Turning to Paul, I raise an eyebrow and I swear to god he blushes.

“I uh, I asked Jared. He said this helps Kim when she’s hungover.” Too tired to argue or really say much of anything, I just pat his shoulder and drag myself over to a chair so I can enjoy my meal.

***

It’s around 1pm and I’m feeling better. I’ve been watching old cartoons with the volume low and Paul has his arm slung across my shoulders on the couch. I can’t help but feel a bit turned on at this softer side of the big lug.

I look up at him and, after a moment, he turns his eyes from the screen down towards me.

“Yes?” A small smile breaks out across his face.

I blush a little. I’m not sure what to say, I’m not sure how to initiate sex when it’s not steamy and spur of the moment. I rub my hand up his chest, turning my body so I’m leaning on my side. I follow my hand with my eyes until it rests on his cheek then I pause, I look at him and god he’s so beautiful. Looking from his eyes to his lips and back I pull his face down towards me and gingerly press my lips to his. He’s quick to respond. It’s intimate and it’s tender and it’s loving and he wraps his arms around me, pressing a hand flat against my lower back and pulling me impossibly close to him. I tangle my fingers in his hair, playing with those shorter hairs near his neck, and sit up to straddle him. Our chests are firmly pressed to each other in a way that two separate heartbeats now synchronize in rhythm. Gently, I grind down against him and he groans as he reciprocates.

“Elle—“ he pants my name and it goes straight to my core.

“Paul—“ it’s my turn to reciprocate. And we continue like this for some time. His pants are renting below me and god it feels so good—and not just in a sexual sense, but in a romantic sense as well. I want him. All of him.

“Elle.” He pulls away now, panting a little, and there’s some sort of uncertainty in his eyes. I pause at this.

“I’m—im sorry I should have asked first. We don’t have to-“

“No, no, it’s not that. God no it’s not that. I want to, believe me I do.” He laughs somewhat as he speaks and my unease has swiftly turned to blatant confusion. Seeing this, he continues. “There’s something I need to tell you and I just… I don’t think I can do anything if I don’t.”

I sit back on his knees.

“What, are you married?” I tease, laughing at my own joke, but when he doesn’t laugh I’m suddenly more nervous than before.

“I, uhm…” he clears his throat, “do you, uh, do you remember those old stories? The elders would tell them around bonfires?” I nod. “Those are true.” I don’t respond now and so he continues, “and uhm… me and the guys we’re shifters. We protect the reservation from cold ones—well, vampires.” He’s quiet for a while as he looks at me, trying to read my expression. I don’t even know my expression.

I stand up and step away from him.

“If you didn’t want to fuck me, you could have just said so.”

“No, Elle-“ he gets up to follow after me but I put a hand up to stop him.

“Don’t touch me.” I can’t help the tears welling up in my eyes, “you know, Paul, I’ve heard a lot of things from a lot of people but saying you’re a wolf? Just to get out of being with me? Wow.” I laugh at how ridiculous this is.

“I’m telling you the truth.” He seems desperate. I don’t care.

“Go.” He just stands there, staring at me, absolutely dumbfounded. “Go!” I yell at him, pushing his chest. “Get out!” Choking back a sob, I push him towards the door. “Please.” My voice breaks and Paul swallows hard but nods.

“Okay.” He wets his lips and lets out a shaky breath before turning and walking out the door. I immediately lock it behind him and slide to the floor, tears streaming down my face.

Fuck.

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genuinely terrifying how adhd will have you be fully aware of the responsibilities you’re neglecting and yet its like you’re being piloted by a super chill hedonistic demon who can’t hear you/doesnt care

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Imagine…

You get mugged then like a month later some weird shit starts happening so this out of uniform cop says he’ll stay at your place to protect you but then in the morning you wake up w a cut on your arm and no pajamas and then he locks you inside and threatens you with a gun saying you’re a werewolf even though you’re positive those don’t exist but eventually you believe him and that’s a real bummer of something to realize but the out of uniform cop who you’ve deduced is not a cop at all and his brother say there’s a cure and so they kill the mugger and tell you you’re good to go so then you fuck the not-cop who held you at gunpoint and told you you were a werewolf but after you fall asleep you wake up in the middle of nowhere and discover you were, in fact, not cured and then the not-cop who held you hostage and fucked you nice has to shoot and kill you.

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Your best is what you can do without harming your mental and physical health, not what you can accomplish when you disregard it.

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i love you ciabatta i love you brioche i love you focaccia i love you challah i love you sourdough i love you rye i love you multigrain i love you bagel i love you pita i love you pretzel bun i love you baguette i love you english muffin i love you naan

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Apothecary

Dean Winchester X OC (Sloan)

Part II

Summary: Dean is residing with an old friend after his brother passed (post season 5), but after a few days of staying with her, it’s time to set some ground rules. 

Warnings: Fluff, Domestic Dean

Word count: ~850

I. II. 

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It’s been a week. Dean is asleep in my bed and I sit in a chair near the window, coffee in hand. Today, I’d have to have the “how to be a person in the normal world” talk with him and I, quite frankly, wasn’t looking forward to it. This past week has been heartbreaking. Dean didn’t sleep for more than an hour or two at a time. He paced half the night and he’d wake up in a cold sweat from whatever memory had turned into a nightmare behind his eyelids. I don’t get up every time. I did at first, but I could see how guilty it made him feel. And, so, I compromise by keeping an eye on him and, if he needs me, he knows I’m there. Sometimes, when it’s really bad, he doesn’t pace. He just sits on the side of the bed, frozen. These are the nights I know he needs something but he doesn’t know what. I get up on these nights. I make him a cup of chamomile tea with honey. He made fun of me the first time, but after I got him to try it he found it to be quite soothing. He’d never been a person who drank tea before now and so it didn’t bring back any bad memories--or, on the contrary, any good memories. It was only now.

Dean stirs in his sleep behind me, pulling me from my train of thought.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” I smile over my shoulder at him.

“What time is it.” Dean rubs his hands over his face, scrubbing the spots from his vision.

“About 9.”

“9 am?” He props himself up on his elbows, “You should’ve woken me up.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Dean Winchester, if this past week has taught us anything, it’s that you do not need help waking up.” I mean it as a joke, but he looks guilty or maybe embarrassed as he scratches the back of his neck. “Coffee’s in the kitchen if you want some.” He grunts in response, getting up and grabbing a cup of joe before sitting on the couch near my chair. It’s silent for a moment as he finds his bearings.

“Listen, Dean.” I place my feet on the floor, untangling myself from my cozy position, and set my mug on the coffee table. “We need to talk.”

“Uh-oh” He looks at me from the corner of his eye, “Look, if I need to hit the road, just say so.”

“Actually, I was going to ask if you planned on sticking around.” He looks surprised and I shrug as I continue. “I’ve gotten used to having you around, I just want to know if I shouldn’t have.”

He let out a chuckle under his breath and then paused. He thought for a long time--long enough that I began to get nervous.

“Yeah, Sloan. I think I’ll stay.”

“Good, then let’s get you a job.” I grab the laptop off the table in front of me and begin to type information down for him, attempting to forge some sort of resume.

“Wait, what?” He clears his throat, clearly thrown off guard.

“You’ve had a week of PTO and you’ve been torturing yourself. Chuck owns the body shop down the street, I’m sure he’d hire you.”

“Chuck? Who’s Chuck?” I can tell he wants to be defensive but he’s tired and he knows I’m right.

“Chuck is my mechanic. I thought I made that pretty clear.”

***

Finally finished with my bar shift, I walk upstairs to my apartment. Tossing my apron and bag aside, I spot Dean sitting on the couch, beer in hand, television turned on, and bags of takeout in front of him.

“What’s all this?” I slip off my shoes and slowly approach him.

“Finally finished my first week at a normal human job, thought I’d treat us to takeout.” I smile at this and plop down beside him.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” I laugh at his gesture.

“It’s only, what, 8pm?”

“Mhm.” I snap the wooden chopsticks apart and look at him with an over the glasses type of look. He sighs.

“And I wanted to thank you, you happy?”

“Yes.” I smile and hand him the chopsticks I’d separated before going to grab some of my own.

Falling asleep that night came easier to Dean. As M*A*S*H played on the small boxy television, his head resting on my lap. I ran my nails on his scalp, gently playing with his hair, and before I knew it his breathing had evened out and he was sound asleep. After about an hour or so, I tried to get up to move to the bed without waking him, but he wrapped his arms around my legs tightly.

“Don’t leave me.” He was still sound asleep, but how could I leave him after that. I sighed heavily.

“I won’t.” I whisper to the sleeping man, pressing a kiss to his temple and settling in.

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Incorrigible

Summary: After a particularly frustrating hunt, Dean is finding himself frustrated in more ways than one and POV knows exactly how to frustrate him more.

Warnings: talk of sex, teasing, flirting, drinking, kissing

Word count: ~650

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Dean, Sam, and I sit mindlessly in a side booth at some shitty bar. We just finished a pain-in-the-ass hunt and it was time to kick back with a beer and some grub. The waitress finally brings our food over—a bacon cheeseburger for Dean, some cheesy fries for me, and, of course, a side salad for our famously health conscious compadre. The waitress winked at Sam, her number written on the receipt, and I nod my head towards her as she walks away.

“You should hop on that.” Sam looks at me funny and Dean agrees.

“She’s right, Sammy. Your side of the motel has been like the dry lands for months.”

“Gross.” Sam wrinkles his nose and takes another sip of his beer. “And rude.”

“I swear to god, Sam, with how wet she already is, I’m tempted to finish her off in the bathroom.” Dean looked at me, eyes wide with ideas, and Sam sighed.

“If I go talk to her will you guys shut up?” Dean and I look at each other before nodding and Sam pushes himself up before approaching the cute waitress.

“So you’d finish her off, huh?” Dean tries to play it cool like the idea didn’t make his dick twitch but I know better.

“Why, Dean? Are you picturing it?”

“Depends, what am I picturing?” I bite my lip, leaning closer to the older Winchester.

“Her back pressed against the bathroom wall, nipples hard, as I…” I flick my tongue between two fingers and he swallows hard.

“And then?” I laugh, eating a fry off my plate carelessly.

“I think I’ll save the rest for her.” He nods, sipping his beer to wet his, I’m sure, dry mouth. “I’m beginning to think you need a good lay as much as Sam does.” He laughed.

“Almost.”

“Almost?”

“I’m not nearly as desperate as Sam.”

“What, you think you need to be desperate to pick her up?” I nod towards the waitress Sam is currently flirting with. He shook his head no. “She seems like just about anyone’s type”

“What, you have a type?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Everyone has a type. Mine varies.” He nods and I can tell he has questions, “spill it, Winchester.”

“So you swing both ways, right?” I nod, sipping my beer and eating another fry, “so what’s your type for uh- for men.”

I smile, knowing what he’s getting at. Dean and I had had a flirty relationship since I’d met him years ago. “I’m not sure, Sam’s pretty cute.” He snorts.

“Sam?”

“Probably the second cutest out of his siblings.” Dean raised an eyebrow, licking his bottom lip and smiling slyly at me.

“So who’s the first?” I can hardly contain my snicker. Turning towards him I let my fingers dance along his bicep. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a few fantasies in mind pertaining to Dean.

“Hmmm, maybe Adam?” Dean groaned.

“Are you fricken kidding me?” I laughed loudly.

“Why, who were you hoping I’d say?” He grumbles under his breath and I can tell I’ve made him insecure. Sighing, I grab his chin and turn his face towards mine before proceeding to comb my fingers through his hair, “Dean Winchester, are you getting soft on me?”

“Oh, baby, you know you’ve only ever made me hard.” He winks and I laugh out loud.

“You’re incorrigible.” Pulling him towards me, I press my lips to his. Almost immediately, Dean presses a hand to my hip and begins sliding it down to my ass. Before he can get too invested, I pull away, dragging his lip between my teeth. “I promise, you’re very cute.” I kiss his cheek once more before moving his hand back to his own space and proceeding to eat my fries.

“You’re a goddamn tease, you know that?”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

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Playing Games

PART IX

Summary: Paul and Elle go out on their first date

Warnings: fluff, caretaker Paul, drinking, puking

I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX.

Masterlist

Word Count: ~700

Elle

“Alright, and… ta da!” I park the car, smiling in Paul’s direction. 

“Can I open my eyes now?” Paul, hands still over his eyes, turns to face me from the passenger seat. 

“What else do you think ta da means?” I can barely contain my excitement and reach towards him, quickly pulling his large mitts from his face. “Open your eyes!” 

I had the privilege of planning our first date. I’d thought about it a lot and, at the end of the day, I hate first dates. So, instead of some fancy schmancy restaurant an hour away or a picnic on the beach, I brought Paul here. Looking out the front windshield, Paul laughs. 

“Really, Elle?” Before us sat an old rundown bar—but not just any old rundown bar, the old rundown bar that never carded. Of course, the both of us are of legal drinking age now, but back in high school this was the establishment we’d frequent. “Vern South?” The place was originally named Tavern South, but over the years the T and the A had fallen off the sign. 

“Absolutely. And I’m going to destroy you in a game of darts.” Snagging my keys and unbuckling my seatbelt, I rush out of the car in attempt to beat Paul to the door. I hear his car door close behind me and his quick to catch up. 

Paul

Oh. Fuck. 

Having shifted for the first time years ago, my alcohol tolerance has become superhuman. Elle’s, however? Not so much. And I, unfortunately, forgot how fast people can get drunk. We’d been talking for a while, drinking intermittently, occasionally doing shots, when Elle stood up and nearly fell over. After proclaiming it was “game on” for a game of darts, I quickly intervened. No way in hell was I letting a black out drunk Elle anywhere near projectiles, let alone sharp projectiles. Escorting Elle out to her car, I took her keys and laid her on her side in the backseat. 

***

Holding her hair back with one hand, I reached over to her sink and grabbed a hair scrunchie, sloppily wrapping it around her hair. Now secured in a sloppy wadded ponytail, I rub her back. 

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. Get it out.” It’s hard to remember the last time I sat with someone while they got sick. 

“Paul, I’m so sorry.” She had tear stains all over her face and it broke my heart. 

“We all go too hard too fast sometimes.” I poke her side, smiling, trying however I could to lighten the mood. “I seem to remember us being in this same position back in high school.”

“The same?” She sleepily smiled, laying her head on her arm that draped over the toilet seat. 

“Okay, maybe the roles were reversed.” Elle never left me stranded when I got shitfaced. We always stuck together—she took care of me or I did her. It was in the late hours of night and never mentioned the following day. I rub small circles on her back and she hums in agreement, laughing shortly. But the laughter far too quickly turned to vomit and we continued the cycle. 

***

I set a glass of water on her bedside table, making sure there was a pillow behind and in front of her. A trash can rest beside her bed. Pulling the covers over her, I kiss her head and turn to leave but her hand catches mine before I can get far. 

“Paul?” Her eyes opened halfway. Immediately, I leaned down, brushed her hair with my fingers.

“Yeah?” My voice is a whisper, not wanting to wake her up at all. 

“Stay.”

So I did. Scooting into the bed beside her, I leaned my back against the headboard and continued playing with her hair. She moved the pillow that was in front of her and replaced it with me, wasting no time getting comfortable. Her leg lay over mine, bent at the knee, and her head rest on my stomach. Her hand fisted into my shirt and she nuzzled her head against me. 

Looking down at her, I can’t help but smile. Even sweaty and tear-stained and freshly post-vomit, I only want her.

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Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum

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i just think more 30-40 year old men should be more whorish. act your age for once.

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listen im seeing a lot of people being like "oh my god thor might have a crush on Peter quill because of that scene in the new love and thunder trailer!" like no. Absolutely not. It's disney and it's never gonna happen. HOWEVER disney queerbaiting people with Chris Pratt might be the funniest thing they've ever done