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mermaidenisaacs · 4 years

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isaac is a soft warm husband

it’s the night of lydia and malia’s bachelorette party and isaac is concerned by his wife’s drunken texts and questionable appearances on other people’s snapchat stories.

romance/humor, married au, isaac is very fond of his wife

warnings: graphic sexual language

To clarify, going to Dildopolis was Lydia’s idea, not mine.

Lydia’s bachelorette party turned out to be a pretty wild night. After dinner and drinks, Kira surprised us with a party bus. She also invited the men from the strip club to join us, so we all piled in, and danced and drank as we were driven around the city.

We figured Malia wouldn’t mind that her bride-to-be would be grinding with oily, shirtless men with perfectly sculpted six packs the night before she got married; after all, she was the one who pulled the youngest dancer, Lito, between her and Lydia and made a human gyrating sandwich.

Isaac texted me around 1 am, right after I’d downed another shot of fireball whiskey.

Isaac (1:10 am): Looks like you’re having a good time

I was confused by his text and showed it to Erica, who explained that it was probably because she had posted a video of me on her Snapchat story licking salt off of one of the stripper’s abs. If she kept this up, I’d be divorced by the time Lydia got married. With blurry vision and sloppy fingers, I texted him back, determined to make actual words happen.

me (1:13 am): hhe was hot butt uknoww I like your soft tummmy mre

Dildopolis was a sex store at the corner of Baker Street and Cedar Drive. Lydia noticed its bright flashy neon sign and pointed out that it wouldn’t be a bachelorette party without stopping at the local sex shop. She had a fair point.

I tried to my best not to let on that I’d never been to a sex store, but all the alcohol was breaking down my cool exterior. Stumbling into one of the aisles, I came across a jar of multicolored circular rubbery things, which turned out to be flavored condoms. It was Kira who found me, doubled over in laughter with tears in my eyes.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, rubbing my back.

I held up a blue condom that purported to be mint flavored. Wheezing through breaths of laughter, I slurred, “It’s a blue condom, Kira. Why would anyone want to turn their dick blue? Who is trying to have sex with smurf dick? Also, does this mean people are putting on condoms to give head?” Kira and I held on to each other while we sobbed from giggling so hard.

“You should get one of these for Isaac,” she drunkenly suggested. I finally managed to calm down, but after hearing her recommendation, another round of giggles ensued.

“Oh my god, can you imagine me going up to Isaac being like, ‘Honey, I think my breath smells bad. Mind if I have a taste of that minty dick before work?” Kira doubled over in laughter. Another condom caught my eye, an orange one that looked surprisingly appealing. “Hey look, this is citrus! I like this flavor. You know what, screw it, I’m getting it. I think Lahey might be a little mad at me, so I’m gonna get him a present. The gift of blowjob!” I declared with bright hopes.

“You totally should! No guy’s gonna turn down an enthusiastic, flavored blowjob. Trust me,” Kira said like she was relaying classified government information.

I paused. “Wait, have you and Scott…?”

“...chocolate is our favorite flavor.”

“Oh my god, they have chocolate?!”

~*~*~*~

My first visit to Dildopolis was not a frugal excursion. I ended up buying two twelve packs of flavored condoms, and nearly skipped out of the store with my tiny gift bag, eager to show Isaac my latest investment.

An hour later, the party bus dropped me off at my house. Malia and Lydia walked me to my front door and I hugged them for a little too long, probably.

“You guys are the best, the best! I loooove you, and I love love, and I love the lesbians, I love your hair, Lydia--” Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me and saved Lydia from my rambling. I was hugged from behind into someone’s warm chest. I looked up to see a tuft of curly hair blowing in the wind. It was Isaac, smiling down at me.

“Hi baby,” he said warmly. “Did you have something to drink?”

“My husband!” I exclaimed in drunken thrill. “My husband, I love you so dearly, you’re so tall and good, babyyy you smell so good, how do you always smell like cinnamon buns…” Turning around, I stood on my tip toes and sponged open-mouthed kisses along Isaac’s throat. He lovingly stroked my hair and awkwardly bid Lydia and Malia goodnight.

“Thanks so much for dropping her off,” he said. “Congratulations on everything. I’m so happy for you two,” Isaac sweetly intoned, then walked us inside our home.

I stumbled into our living room, set down the gift bag, and began what my inebriated brain firmly believed was a perfect seduction process. While I wasn’t as wasted as I had been earlier, I was still slightly tipsy, and very excited to give Isaac his present.

If only I could remember how to take off my clothes. I fiddled uselessly with the buttons of my coat. Isaac watched me struggle with an amused twinkle in his eyes. After many failed attempts, I pouted at him. “Isaaaac,” I whined. “Can you help me take my clothes off?”

He chuckled and relented. He took off my coat and helped me out of my heels, all the while steadying me as I teetered every which way.

“What’s that?” he asked curiously. He was looking at the small silver bag I’d brought home that was on the coffee table. He reached over to retrieve it.

I slapped his hand. “No! It’s a surprise,” I said with a grin.

“A surprise? I’m surprised you had time to stop somewhere and buy something. Didn’t it get in the way of all the stripper licking fun?” he said grumpily.

“Aw, babyyy,” I cooed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Were you jealous? I’m sorry, I was really drunk, but you know it didn’t mean anything. And you know I’m not lying, wolfie,” I said, tapping his ear.

Isaac sighed. “I know. I just didn’t know there would be strippers.”

I nodded and apologized again. “I know you’re upset, but not to worry! That’s what the present is for. Come on, husband, let’s go to the bedroom!”

He should have been used to this behavior by now; I was always a happy and horny drunk. I grabbed the gift bag and tugged on Isaac’s hand, pulling him behind me. When we reached our bed, I lightly shoved him so he fell back on the mattress.

“Feeling a little aggressive, Mrs. Lahey?” Isaac teased. He leaned up on his elbows and grinned at me. I shivered. He knew I liked it when he called me that.

“Just… excited to show you the present,” I said bashfully, throwing a smile over my shoulder. “Now take off your pants, Mr. Lahey.”

Isaac’s pupils dilated and his smile disappeared, replaced with a look of longing and lust. He obeyed wordlessly. I unzipped my dress, pulling it over my head. When I finished undressing, I was left in a set of matching black lacy lingerie. (Lydia had hand picked the party favors, and she decided I looked best in black.) Isaac was laying on our bed, completely naked, smirking with sinful intentions.

His eyes raked hungrily over my body, and all of a sudden, I remembered what I intended to do, and I felt really, really silly. And very embarrassed.

“I bought flavored condoms,” I suddenly blurted out. The sexy mood I’d successfully cultivated came to a screeching halt.

Isaac blinked. “What?”

I sighed and pulled out the contraceptives. “They’re flavored condoms. That’s the surprise. It seemed like such a good idea at the sex store--”

“You went to a sex store?” Isaac interrupted. He was biting back a grin. “Was this your first time at a sex store?”

“Yes,” I said sadly. “And I got a whole bunch of these condoms, but I was also really wasted. And now that I’m not as wasted, I just feel really dumb,” I finished lamely. I plopped down on the bed beside Isaac and looked down. “I’m sorry. I ruined the sexiness.”

Isaac chuckled affectionately. “Baby, it’s okay. You didn’t ruin anything. Here, let me see those.” He took the condoms from me and inspected each one. “Holy shit, I had no idea this was a thing.”

“Neither did I! That orange one looks the least gross.”

“Yeah?” Isaac looked up, eyes wide with surprise. He grinned wickedly. “Wanna try it?”

I gaped. “Really? You want to?” I asked shyly.

“Yeah, why not. Not about to turn down a blowjob from my gorgeous wife,” he said smirking. He kissed the corner of my mouth.

I laughed and kissed him back. Fisting his curls, I laid on top of Isaac while we made out. He squeezed my ass and pulled me closer, and his tongue lightly swiped across my bottom lip. I felt him, hard and ready, and pressed against my thigh. I licked my palm and rubbed him, and he hissed at the initial contact.

“Mr. Lahey?”

“Hm?”

“I’m like weirdly excited for this.”

Isaac chuckled fondly. “Cute.”

Sitting up, I tore open the condom wrapper and licked the rubber. The taste settled on my tongue. It was vaguely citrusy.

“Hm, not terrible,” I described. I rolled the rubber onto Isaac’s erect shaft. Once more, the sexiness came to an abrupt stop.

One look at Isaac’s bright orange dick, and I fell backwards laughing.

“Oh my god,” I gasped between fits of laughter. “Honey, that looks so ridiculous! It’s just so, oh god, it’s just so dumb.” I was crying now, wiping away tears before they ruined my makeup.

Isaac stared at it, transfixed with disbelief. There was so much confusion and horror in his expression.

“It’s… orange,” he said, bewildered at the surprisingly bright apricot hue. “Babe, my dick is orange. They should’ve called this condom The Donald Trump.”

Laughter bubbled in my throat again and I fell into his side, laughing into his shoulder. This time, he joined me.

“I still maintain this is better than the blue ones,” I said. “At least you don’t have smurf dick.”

Isaac looked at me confused, then erupted into giggles. “Yikes. Well, what should we do?” he asked, frowning at his erection. He looked so annoyed at his own body. My original intent was to ease his annoyance, and I was going to see this through, dammit.

“We’re gonna do what we came here to do,” I replied, biting back another laugh.

“You don’t have to--” I shushed Isaac’s protests with a kiss, and straddled his legs. I wrapped my fist around his cock, which had shriveled slightly during our laughing fit. Leaning down, I tried to ignore the bright tangerine color and gave it some experimental licks.

The unpleasant color was easy to ignore once I heard Isaac’s groan of pleasure. I closed my mouth around the head and swirled my tongue around him, trying to extract more of the slightly sweet orange taste. I didn’t actually expect the flavor to be enticing, but it did actually motivate me to keep going. Slowly, I moved my mouth lower down his shaft, taking him inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby,” Isaac groaned. “That feels so good, just like that…” His hand came down and sweetly brushed away strands of loose hair from my face. He collected all my hair into a makeshift ponytail and tugged. The pressure felt so good on my scalp that it urged me to take him deeper.

It would be expected that being married to him would let me get used to Isaac’s size. He wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen, but he was still considerable, and I had to take him just as slowly each time (unless it was one of those nights where we wanted it rough and hard and fast and the sex was on the good side of painful).

I had taken nearly all of Isaac when he reached the back of my throat. My eyes involuntarily stung with tears, but no part of me wanted to stop. Isaac helped me. He held me down with one hand, and combed his fingers through my scalp with the other.

“That’s good baby, that feels so fucking perfect. You take me so good,” Isaac grunted.

He finally let go, finally let me move away to breathe. I didn’t wait long to take him back in, suctioning my lips around his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. I knew he was about to come because I could hear him panting, could see him white-knuckling the bedspread and clenching his stomach.

I released him with a tiny pop. “Come on baby, are you gonna come for me?” I purred encouragingly and vigorously pumped his shaft with my fist. “That’s it, you’re so close, you’re so fucking close…”

“I can’t, I can’t hold on, I’m coming,” Isaac harshly whispered. He grunted my name and I made fast work rolling off the condom. Isaac firmly cupped my chin and entered my mouth again. He quivered on my tongue, then released down my throat, coating my mouth.

Isaac stared at me, dazed and fucked out, and fondly stroked my cheek. He tugged on my arms and pulled me next to him, cradling me against his chest.

“How was that for you?” he asked a little nervously.

“Good, actually. You?”

“I liked it,” he said quietly.

I smiled victoriously. “Then it’s a good thing we have twenty three more condoms.” Isaac snorted. “We can always borrow some from Scott and Kira if we run out.”

Isaac gaped. “I’m sorry, what? They’ve used these too?”

I nodded. “Where do you think I got the idea?”

Isaac smiled into another kiss. “You’re incredible, Mrs. Lahey.”

another’s note: i found another isaac fic from my old blog. thank god for google docs. pls let me know what you think or interact with me bc i love talking about isaac and the world is on fire ahaa <3

#isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey smut #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman #daniel sharman smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Omertà👄15

Warnings: noncon sexual acts (blowjob); alcohol

This is dark!Bucky and dark! Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father was a bookie and taught you everything you know about numbers. After his death, you were taken on as a bookkeeper for Loki Laufeyson, resident crime boss in Manhattan. But can you keep your place in the background when a man from Brooklyn threatens to drag you to the forefront?

Note: This thing never ends but I’m not complaining!

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You stared in the mirror. Your cheek was swollen and your entire body was sore from his touch. The bathroom was a mess still. Water all over the floor.

He’d left moments before. It had taken too much to get him to go. Thinking of what you’d done, you felt stupid but you didn’t regret. If you could do it again, you’d have choked him harder, sooner.

You touched your tender jaw and whined. Loki would know the moment he saw you. Another gruelling day made longer by his disapproval. Even if he didn’t guess, he might find out from his business partner. You frowned and winced.

Well, you could try to lie, you just had to make it believable.

You inhaled and grabbed your clothing from the table along the wall. You swept through to the bedroom and shoved them messily into the end of your bag, half hanging from the zipper. You took the night shirt and pulled it over your head.

You went to the front room and crossed to the mini-fridged beneath the glass bar. It would be satisfying to add the costly drinks to Bucky’s bill in your deception.

Well, if it worked.

You took out three of the miniature bottles of chardonnay and two of the tiny whiskey bottles. It was almost five. The sun would be up soon and Loki too.

You paced as you uncapped a bottle of the chardonnay and drank it. One bottle would be enough of a buzz to make it believable. As you reached the dregs of the wine, you opened another and poured it down the sink behind the bar.

You swigged a mouthful of the whisky and dribbled some down your night shirt. You checked the time and emptied both bottles down the drain. You washed away the liquor from the sink.

You tested your breath as your vision began to glow. An hour had passed. Loki was an early riser. You expected him at seven, eight if Thor had kept him up late.

You took the third bottle to the bedroom. You messed up the bed and turned the lamp on the night table on its side. You tried to shake off the heady glow which sank into your brain. Maybe a whole bottle was too much.

You went to the bathroom and rumpled up the rug. You pushed over the stool beside the door. You looked around one last time. No sign of Bucky. No hint of him having bent you over the brim of the tub. Nothing but the bile in your stomach.

You tossed the bottle of wine so that it smashed across the tile. You got down, careful not to cut yourself as you laid down beside the remnants. You laid half in the puddle of chardonnay, your feet over the rug as your bruised cheek rested painfully against the cold floor.

You closed your eyes and swallowed. Now you just had to wait. Your eyelids got heavier with every passing second. The smell of wine burned your nostrils and the liquid in your stomach felt thick.

You snorted awake as you heard the decisive banging on the door. You didn’t move and did your best not to tense up. Your eyes felt loose in your head as your mind bubbled from the half-slumber you’d sunk into.

You listened to the distant clamour outside your hotel room and slowed your breaths. Keep your eyes closed and don’t move.

The wait was interminable. Finally you heard the subtle beep of the lock on the door.

“Thank you very much,” Loki said from the front room. “So careless of me to leave my key inside.”

“Not at all, sir,” Another unfamiliar voice answered. “These things happen.”

“Here,” Thor said and footsteps faded away as the door shut.

Soles scuffed over the marble, softened by the rug, and grew decisive as they entered the bedroom. You focused on your heart beat as you listened closely.

“Looks like she had quite the night,” Thor mused as something moved.

Closer, closer, closer. You felt the shadow in the doorway and kept your breath steady.

“Mmm, so she did,” Loki’s heels clicked on the tile as he neared and toed you with his shoe. “Thank god I’m not paying for all this.”

“Is she alive?” Thor asked. You felt a thick hand on your arm as you were pushed onto your back. Your arm fell across the tile limply. “Christ, look at her face.”

Loki sighed as a rough palm settled on your hot, bruised, cheek.

“Wake up,” Thor’s thick fingers rubbed softly as he tried to rouse you. “Honey, honey,” He cooed. He slipped his arm under you and pulled you to sit up. “Hey, hey. Fuck, Loki, you wanna get some water or something?”

You grumbled and your head lolled against Thor’s arm. Fingers snapped in front of your face as you let your eyes flutter open. You swatted Loki’s hand away and belched.

“What’s you doin’?” You slurred.

“What are you doing?” Loki countered as he knelt beside you. “You certainly enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”

You frowned and tried to wave him away. Thor chuckled and hooked his other arm under your legs and lifted you. It was frightening how easily he was able to hold you.

“You should’ve invited us,” Thor kidded as Loki stood and stepped aside as you were carried through the doorway. “We can still get in on this, eh?”

“It’s barely eight in the morning,” Loki slithered. “Get her on the bed. We haven’t time for this… mess.”

“Poor thing, you’ve driven her to drink.”

Thor dropped you on the bed, his hand grazing your thigh as he drew away. He paused and shoved his hand further up your night shirt. You flinched, your cunt still tender from the night before.

“Don’t touch her.” Thor’s hand was ripped from between your legs. “She’s barely awake.”

“All the better.” Thor boomed. “I don’t mind it. Easier.”

“You truly are vile, brother,” Loki sneered.

“I can be quick,” Thor pulled your shirt up over your pelvis.

“You are here for business,” Loki snarled and tugged the shirt back down. He tore the blanket from beneath you and covered you with it. “Go. Wait for me in the other room.”

“You are no fun, brother,” Thor huffed but left.

Loki waited for him to disappear beyond the door then carefully sat beside you on the mattress.

“Darling, you must think you’re so clever,” He touched your cheek and you winced. “But when you sober up, you will realise how dumb you truly are.”

He shook his head and jostled you as he rose.

“I expect you will have slept this tomfoolery away by this evening,” He said. “And since you will have missed a day of work, you will make that up to me.” He neared the door and turned back. “And this will not happen again.”

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You weren’t sure if you were really hungover or you had slept too deep. Despite your wiser forebodings, you let yourself drift off shortly after you were left alone. You needed the sleep but you also needed to get your shit together.

It was clear after the previous night that you could not go on like this forever. Sooner or later, likely sooner, these men would break you. You weren’t delusional enough to think you could outlast them. Already, you were exhausted and the casino felt too much like a tomb.

It was already two. You groaned as you climbed out of bed. You weren’t going to wait around for Loki. You showered in the glass booth and the hot water eased your body. Your eyes stung but you gulped back the sudden wave of hopelessness.

You dressed. You hurt. A lot.

You pulled on a tea length skirt and a simple sleeveless blouse. The only real mark of your intense night was your swollen face and the rest of it could as easily be explained away as the result of your drunken fall.

You grabbed your phone and shoved it in a small purse along with your wallet and headed out. You hailed a cab and had it drop you off a street away from the casino. You found a cafe and ordered a double espresso. You sipped the bitter brew as you traversed the next block.

The casino was still a hive of activity. You were barely noticed as you passed the men in their hard hats and you kept your head down as you climbed the stairs. It was almost four.

You passed the open door of Loki’s unfinished office, then that of Bucky’s. Both were vacant. Luck, for the time being.

You exhaled and approached the door of your own office. You’d hide there until Loki returned. If you cut him off at the pass, he might not be irritated enough to really make you suffer.

You stopped short as you entered. Behind your new desk, sat a broad figure. Your ledger sat open before Thor as he slipped carelessly through the pages. You clung to the door and peeked out behind you.

“Ah, you’ve recovered. Already?” He smirked as you turned back to him. “Do come in.” He stood. “Apologies, I was told I might use your space in your absence and I didn’t expect you so soon.”

“Loki doesn’t appear to be in his office,” You approached one side of the desk as he rounded the other. You kept away from him. “I’m certain he wouldn’t mind--”

“Fun night?” He asked as he strode towards the door.

“I don’t… remember, if I’m being honest.” You lied as you checked your second drawer. The lock was broken. “Not much at all.”

“No? Just got a little carried away, did we?” He swung the door shut and crossed his arms as he turned to lean against it. “Lonely, perhaps?”

“I have a lot to catch up on,” You sat and ignored him as you set your coffee on the desk along with your purse. “And I’m sure you--”

“You don’t remember anything? Not even this morning?” He wondered.

“Bits and pieces,” You sighed.

He slowly traipsed towards the other side of your desk. He planted his large hands by your ledger as he loomed over you. You didn’t look up as you took a pencil from the top drawer.

“My brother’s a prick,” He said. “I get it but it’s no reason to shun me.”

“Thor,” You sat back and placed your pencil in the middle of the ledger. “This is business. I’m doing my job. Go do yours.”

“Fortunately, my work is already done for the day,” He said. “I think, in fact, I have earned a brief respite.”

“Go,” You said firmly. “I still have work to do.”

“Oh, you do,” He said as he stood. “Go on and get under that desk. Show me why my brother likes you so much.”

“Get. Out.” You snarled.

“You really don’t know when you’re punching above your level, do you?” He walked around the desk and you swiveled your chair and stood.

“Thor, I mean--”

He grabbed the back of your neck, his other hand on your shoulder, and forced you into the chair.

“It’s okay, I’ll stand,” His fingers dug into your neck as you whimpered.

His other hand went to his trousers and he tugged the tails of his shirt loose. You tried to stand but he was too strong. You grasped his thick wrist and tried to wrench it for your neck.

“We don’t want to break that face entirely, do we?” He flicked his button open and slid the zipper down. “Come on, honey, I know that mouth of yours is sweet. I’ve seen it myself.”

“Let me go,” You kicked out and his hand slipped around your neck to your throat.

He choked you as he freed himself over the top of his pants. His cock was thick and throbbing. You tried to roll the chair away from him but his grip only tightened.

“Open,” He guided his tip to your mouth and pressed it to your lips. You tried to turn away. “I’ll break your jaw, honey. I’ll break every part of you, now open up.”

Your eyes watered and you gasped as you opened your mouth. He shoved himself inside, his hand quickly swept to the back of your head. He forced his way into your throat and you choked, teetering on the edge of your chair.

“Oh, wow, oh,” He purred as he wiggled his hips. “Amazing.”

You slapped the hand on the back of your head and your body spasmed as you gagged.

“You can do it. I know you can take all of me.” He pushed even deeper and you couldn’t breath. You reached up and grabbed onto his jacket. “Oh, yeah, that’s it.”

He pulled back and you gulped for air around him. He slid your mouth up and down his length, faster and faster as his groans floated around you. The sloppy noises of your mouth made you even sicker and the stone set behind your brow grew even sharper.

“Oh, I think for the first time… I’m starting to understand my brother,” Thor rocked his hips as he fucked your face, gripping your throat and head firmly. “Fuck, I’m already close.”

He kept on. Your breath and throat ragged. You were dizzy and sickened by the slobber that dripped down your chin. You clutched his jacket desperately as he continued to sped up.

“Swallow, honey,” He grunted and shook as his thrusts turned frantic.

He dipped several times into your throat then held himself there as heat flooded into you. You slapped his stomach as you struggled to swallow around him. He pulled out as your throat began to constrict and you managed to gulp down his salty cum.

A string of cum hung from his cock as he let you go and backed away. He turned to lean against the desk and sighed. He took his pocket square and wiped himself clean with it before dropping it in your lap.

He zipped his trousers up and stood as he cleared his throat. You coughed and covered your mouth to keep from vomiting.

“Now, I know my brother is the jealous type,” He strutted around the desk and rolled his shoulders. “So, this stays between us, right?”

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reddeadbread · 4 years

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Fortunate Ones

Javier x Reader

Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Summary/notes: Now in the heartlands, the camp celebrates and you convince Javier to be your partner in crime.

this while fic is fluff and maybe angst but never NSFW, another long chapter this time.

Word count: 1963

Moving off the mountain was a great relief for everyone but for you it mostly just filled you with uncertainty. You had been visibly anxious the entire journey down, fidgeting and lost in your thoughts when people spoke to you. Miss Grimshaw had all but given up on nagging you to work faster with how distant you were, even her incessant badgering couldn’t reach you. Hosea, being as good-natured as he was, had picked up on it quickly. He finally caught you alone when everyone had finished unpacking at a charming new campsite named horseshoe overlook, not that anyone had all that much to unpack. Whatever had happened to them at Blackwater seemed to be dire enough for them to flee without many of their belongings. It was a warm evening and it felt good to finally be able to sit outside without risking hypothermia.

“Are you alright miss?” he had kind eyes that matched his kind nature, he was a good man even if he was a huckster too, you knew well enough that it was possible to be both.

“I’m alright. Just…worried. I don’t know where I’ll go next.” You smiled weakly but it was clear you were still uneasy. There had been enough uncertainty for you already and you had finally found a place where you felt at home, you just weren’t sure how long you could push your luck.

Javier stood smoking nearby and his ears pricked when he heard your conversation, doing his best to be subtle in his eavesdropping. He wanted you to stay, of course, but he didn’t want to admit to listening in so he stayed silent. The others were sure to think it hilarious that he cared one way or the other if they picked up on it.

“you know you can stay here. They’re an odd bunch but they’re good people.” Hosea said this as if it was an obvious option. He wouldn’t force anything, he just tended to get a feeling for people, and he had a good feeling about you. You’d fit in here. Javier certainly agreed with that.

“Really?” you paused, you hadn’t planned to join a gang of outlaws but a lot of things had happened that you that you had never planned, meeting these people was the most fortunate thing in a series of unsavoury events so it made sense to stay. These people could become home for you. “I’d like that Mr. Matthews,” you smiled, a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders but now you were more determined than ever to prove yourself to be useful.

“Javier! What about a song?” Uncle called out from the fire, it made you notice that he was standing nearby, still under the guise of smoking although there was little to nothing left of his cigarette. He called back to Uncle, heading to pick up his guitar as if he hadn’t just been silently celebrating your decision to stay.

You had seen a guitar when unpacking the wagon but you didn’t know who it belonged to, Javier really only seemed to pleasantly surprise you every day you spoke to him and this was another nice surprise. “You play? I didn’t know,” you found a place alongside many of the others who were keen to hear. The fire was crackling away quietly, and you immediately stretched out your hands to feel it’s warmth.

“Of course he plays, come on Javier. We’re celebrating our new camp aint we?” Uncle was an obnoxiously loud man but you liked him all the same, he was never disagreeable from what you’d seen and although it may in part be because of the copious amounts of alcohol he consumed, he was a cheerful man even in the cold of the mountains. He also was kind enough to pick up on Javier’s liking of you and clumsily try to help him impress you, assuming he was being helpful when really, he was only embarrassing Javier with his flattery. Luckily for the old man, Javier only looked slightly impatient with him before he began to play softly.

Now, you were expecting some simple campfire songs, more loud than in tune and more to do with a group of slightly drunken people being given an excuse to be even louder than usual rather than evoking any emotion. This was not what you heard. When Javier began to sing your heart skipped a beat, that warm voice like honey was even more soothing when he sang. Every word was in Spanish and you didn’t even know what the song was about, but you didn’t need to. You were completely captivated by him. He finally got his wish in making you flustered when he made eye contact with you and you felt the fluttering of a thousand butterflies wings in your stomach as a blush rose to your cheeks. Silly, really but it seemed impossible not to react when he looked at you that way.

When the song finished you were in stunned silence for a moment, he played beautifully. “You could have told me you had musical talent you know, Javier.” You finally managed to speak, a little embarrassed by how utterly spellbound you had been. He had definitely been trying to show off a little even if he would deny it if anybody asked. Your cheeks were flushed but fortunately the fire light hid that at least to some degree.

“I know what song we need to hear next!” Karen blurted out drunkenly, bursting into song. Poor Karen, she drank far too much even on nights when you weren’t celebrating. At least the others began singing along with her so attention was drawn away from your nervous laughter and stammered words of praise.

Everyone was excitable this evening and that made camp complete chaos and it warmed your heart to see everyone so happy. Something you could especially enjoy was seeing Javier drinking along with the others. He was always so focused, sometimes even moody when he got too cold, and it was nice to see him loosen up.

When the night had drawn on and many had already collapsed on their bedrolls or wherever they’d been sat drinking, you sat beside him and he poured you a drink, spilling a little onto the table.

“ah, a gentleman.” You teased, taking the drink and downing it in one swift motion, the whiskey burnt your throat but the buzz it gave was pleasant enough to keep drinking.

“Of course Chiquita! I’m always a gentleman.” You liked him drunk already. He laughed and smiled a lot more and that was bound to bring you joy. Not everyone was so harmless after drinking so much and it was always nice to see someone who was this way rather than being an angry resentful mess. They say drunk words are sober thoughts after all so maybe this should show the measure of a man. He poured you another drink. “So, you’re staying with us?” his speech was just a little slurred and his accent thicker than usual, but you found that charming too.

You smiled, wondering if he’d even remember many details of this conversation. “What makes you think that? Were you eavesdropping or what?” you raised an eyebrow and he immediately realised he’d been found out.

“Eavesdropping? No, you have it all wrong Princesa.” He laughed it off surprisingly well, sinking another deep sip of his drink. He was such a good liar that if he hadn’t already outed himself you would have believed him.

“right right, A gentleman wouldn’t eavesdrop.” You secretly enjoyed these pet names he gave you but you weren’t so drunk or so foolish as to think it meant anything. You were new here, a little flirting was inevitable, especially when you teased him the way you did. You considered him a friend, perhaps a friend you had a little crush on but a friend nonetheless. “you’re happy I’m staying?” you were a little more serious when you asked him this.

“I’m happy you’re staying.” Javier wasn’t exactly known for being gentle but you saw a good heart in him and when he said this it was genuine. You teased him, yes, and sometimes he flirted with you but you were grateful to have a good man you could trust and he was glad to have someone already so kind to him. He wasn’t certain he was the man you seemed to think he was, but he wanted to look after you and now you were staying you were part of the family. No one could hurt you again.

“good. So you’ll let me help you. I’m not going to sit in camp sewing. I want to go out there.” Now was the perfect time to make him agree to such a thing. You couldn’t go alone just yet, you needed a little practice first and you didn’t know who else you could approach to be your partner in crime. He had been drinking quite a bit more than you and you were sure this could work in your favour.

Javier blinked at you, a little surprised that you would ask something like that, for a moment at least. “you know how to shoot Chiquita?” you had been tenacious even when cornered in a cabin deep in the mountains with nothing but a hunting knife. He shouldn’t be surprised that you wanted to be of more help than peeling vegetables and washing clothes.

“a little, I was alone before the O’Driscolls found me and I survived just fine. So? Come on Javier, you know I’m picking you because you’re my favourite.” Maybe the small amount of liquid courage you’d drank was helping too, making you able to disguise truths as just more playful banter.

“How can I say no? alright, alright, If Dutch says yes.” Of course he’d never do anything unless Dutch allowed it but you had been expecting that. “so, are you going to kiss me again to say thank you?” he was joking of course, although he had enjoyed the affection more than he’d like to admit, the whiskey was making that spill out into his flirtations.

You laughed at him “you ever going to let that go?” He’d made fun of you over this more than enough already, he took great joy in bringing it up with you. You could easily make fun of him for the way he’d smiled when you had kissed him but you decided not to, he could continue to believe you hadn’t noticed this slip in his usual strong and mysterious front, a gift from you to him. “anyway, what am I thanking you for? I’ll look after you out there, I promise.”

He laughed, leaning into you, close enough for you to smell the whiskey on him. Close enough to count every eyelash and examine every scar on his face. You had been close enough with him before now to know that he usually carried a scent of cologne and cigarettes, a scent which had become oddly comforting to you. His deep brown eyes gazed into you as your shared laughter petered off. For a moment he thought of kissing you but that would be unwise. Getting involved with people you’re stuck living with was always ill-advised, look at what happened to Abigail and John, always fighting. Even drunk he was sure that would be a poor choice and he liked you too much for that. “I’ve drunk enough for tonight. I’ll take you out tomorrow, Princesa.” He chuckled as he placed a hand at your cheek before standing to leave, the bottle with the remaining whiskey in it abandoned on the table. You waited until he was out of sight before you rested a hand where he had touched you, unashamedly beaming and shaking your head at your own foolishness.

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superbadassnatural · 4 years

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A Night to Remember

Summary: After downing many shots of whiskey, the boys and Y/N find themselves having fun with a “teenage game”. Yep, Sam, Dean, and Cas get to play truth or dare. Square filled: Crossdressing Pairing: Dean x Reader; if you squint, you’ll find slightly implied Sam x Reader and Dean x Castiel Word count: 1,482 Warnings: implied smut, mentions of kinks, masturbation and threesome, goofy TFW A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo. Hope you enjoy it.

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After many shots of whiskey and some of tequila — which only you drank —, you, your boyfriend Dean, Sam, and Cas were laughing at every and anything as you sat around the map table. Friday night and you all just decided to let loose and get drunk.

“Okay, okay,” you gushed between giggles as the three of them tried to calm down after one of Cas’ jokes. “I think we should play truth or dare.”

“Y/N-“ Sam started but you quickly interrupted him.

“C’mon, Sammy,” you whined. “It’ll be fun!”

“I’m with Y/N on that,” Dean added, patting your thigh.

“So who wants to start?” none of them answered. “Alrighty, I’ll go,” you rolled your eyes. “Sammy, truth or dare?

“Truth.”

“Which one of us do you think has the worst fashion sense?”

“Cas,” he giggled. Castiel stared at him, clearly offended. “C’mon man, you wear the same clothes every day.”

The room filled with laughter.

“Alright, my turn,” Cas leaned on the table. “Dean, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you peed in bed?”

“I have never peed in bed,” he exclaimed. Wide jade eyes staring back at the angel. Sam scoffed a laugh. “What are you laughing at? It’s true.”

“No, it isn’t. You were twelve, man. At least that’s the last time I saw you wake up on a wet mattress.”

“That wasn’t pee, Sammy,” a smirk appearing on Dean’s lips.

“Of course it was,” Sam gave his brother his best bitch face. “It smelled like pee, Dean.”

“Okay, okay,” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes. “But don’t you ever tell this to anyone,” he pointed his finger to each of you. “Y/N, truth or dare?”

“Since you boys are too coward to pick dare, I’ll do it,” you snapped. “Dare me, Winchester,” you winked at him, trying to give him a sensual look, but making a total fool of yourself.

“I dare you, sweetheart, to have a teaspoon of ghost pepper,” he wiggled his brows at you.

“Okay,” you tried to sound natural as a shiver ran down your spine.

He ran to the kitchen and got back with a generous teaspoon of ghost pepper and a glass of milk. You frowned. Why did he bring you a glass of milk instead of water?

“Water only spreads the heat. Milk helps,” he said as if he was able to read your mind. “Alright, open up.”

Once the pepper hit your tastebuds, your whole body was on fire. Sweat broke on your forehead. Grimacing, you swallowed it all. Dean removed the spoon from your mouth, trying his best not to laugh or he would find himself in some serious trouble.

“Gosh, this is horrible,” you managed to say as you reached for the glass of milk, chugging it down. “Whoa this actually works.”

And the game moved on.

“So Cas, say something dirty to the person in front of you,” Sam challenged Cas.

“Dean, I think you’d look really nice on my angel blade,” Cas said in all seriousness while he narrowed his eyes at the hunter.

You and Sam completely lost it. You were almost knocked out of your chair. Sam was laughing hysterically and could barely catch his breath. Cas’ line was golden and Dean’s reaction was priceless. His eyes were totally wide and his eyebrows were shot up and his mouth had an “o” shape. He did not expect that. Neither of you did.

“Cas, you’re awesome,” you managed to say between giggles as you fanned at yourself. Happy tears were prickling in your eyes. “Alright. Sam, truth or dare?”

“Truth,”

“Do you have any kinks, Samuel?” you wiggled your brows. An asymmetric grin making its way to your lips. “If you do, then share with us.” Sam sighed.

“I do actually,” he shrugged. “Bondage, voyeurism, and edging.”

“Didn’t need to know that,” Dean muttered, taking a swig of his beer.

“Not gonna lie, those are some of my favorites too,” you winked.

The game went on and Dean found himself with four ice cubes inside his boxers after his brother dared him. Cas let you draw a dick on his flushed cheek, so now every time you looked at him, you couldn’t keep a straight face. Eventually, the boys figured out that once your mom caught you masturbating, and apparently Sam’s top three turn-ons were: playing with his hair, wearing red and striptease. Dean now doesn’t want you to wear anything read near Sam.

“Which of us would you like to kiss, sweetheart?” Dean asked you.

“You, of course,” you pecked his lips. “See, just did that.”

“Aside from me,”

“I’d kiss any of them, but I’m gonna go with Sam. ‘Cause then I’ll be able to say I’ve had a taste of both Winchester’s.”

“Is that on your bucket list or something?” Sam asked.

“It can be if you want to.” you winked.

“Dean, what’s a secret you’ve never told Y/N?” Cas asked and your boyfriend cursed under his breath.

“Now that’s interesting.”

“I’ve had a threesome once,” he admitted, taking in the look on your face. “Twice actually,” his hand came up to rub the back of his neck. The tip of his ears turning into a bright shade of red.

“Hmm, that’s sounds like fun. Maybe we should try that sometime, huh?” you winked, a smirk appearing on your lips.

“Nah, I wouldn’t share you with anyone,” he wrapped his arm around you, tugging you to him and kissing the side of your head.

“Now Y/N,” Sam exclaimed, still figuring what dare he could make up for you. “Let us look through your phone for 2 minutes.”

You shrugged, unlocking your phone and handing it to them.

“No one’s gonna look her photos. That’s a no-zone.” Dean announced, making his way to his brother and best friend as they searched through your phone.

They made fun of your texts and your taste for game apps. You’d certainly hear for a long time them mocking you for being on level 474 of Candy Crush. Argh, guilty pleasures…

It was getting really late and you were growing tired. You all decided to go for one last round and call it a night.

“Dean,” Sam started. “You and Y/N are crossdressing.”

“Why do you have to drag me into this?”

“C’mon Y/N/N, it’ll be fun,” he tried to convince you.

You and Dean headed to your shared bedroom. You knew exactly which of his clothes you were going to pick for you. But for him? Dean’s a big guy so your clothes would be a little tight on him.

“Alright, are you guys ready for a show?” you yelled across the hallway. You and Dean were out of the boys’ sight.

You walked down the hall as if you were modeling for Victoria’s Secrets. Except you were on Dean’s denim shorts and his white tank top under his unbuttoned blue flower shirt. To make it even more glamorous, you added his sunglasses and his beige summer hat that covered your messy bun and his gigantic flip-flops.

“So how do I look, boys?” you stopped in front of them. A hand on your hips as you spun for them to have a full glance at your outfit.

“You look awesome, Y/N,” Sam said. “But I have a feeling that two Y/N would fit in there.”

You chuckled.

“Dean, come out, honey,” you called for him.

Dean started to walk down the hall with his head held high. He was feeling as he was a famous top model right now.

The boys completely lost it when they saw him wearing your gray pencil skirt that was a little higher up on his thighs. His bowlegs in full display. He wore a buttoned white shirt that clung too tight to his broad chest. The buttons barely keeping it together. Unfortunately, your pantsuit didn't fit him, so he put on his own FBI suit. You handed him your reading glasses. His plump lips held a vibrant red lipstick. To make him look even better, you had him put on a long, wavy black wig.

“Argh, she’s gorgeous,” you sighed, trying to keep from laughing as he winked at you.

Dean spun for you to see his whole outfit.

“Ah, this is horrible and hilarious at the same time,” Sam chuckled, pulling his phone out to snap as many pictures as he could of his brother.

You joined Dean in front of the camera. Striking many silly poses. Dean still tried not to make any crude movements that could tear your skirt apart.

The sound of your mixed waves of laughter and giggles filled the war room. All four of you were having so much fun that you managed to forget what was going on outside these walls. You were having fun with your boyfriend and your friends. And God knows how much you all needed that. After you all recover from the pain in the ass hangover tomorrow will bring, you could dig into another case. But for now, you just need to enjoy your time as a family.

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xoluvx · 5 years

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try - th x reader *submission*

Alright friends, so this is something that a friend submitted to my blog for me to share with you. I told her this is freaking amazing and she needed to share it on her blog, but alas she’s just too shy.

AGAIN THIS IS NOT MY WORK !!

But still enjoy & encourage her to keep writing 💖

@terrifictomholland *idk why her blog isn’t tagging*

Do you ever wonder how you get dragged into things?

Yeah, so do I. Today is one of those days.Your famous boyfriend Tom had been asked to do a video for the YouTube channel TRY, and since you couldn’t say no to him, you’d somehow ended up in the video with him. Taste-testing different types of disgusting drinks.

Tom was genuinely stoked about doing this, you? Not so much, you’d never really been in any kind of video, so your nerves were already shot to hell. On top of which, you would be drinking. Who knew what would happen?

You had recently gone public with your relationship with Tom. You two spoke early on that you wanted to build a strong and reliable relationship before going public, and now that you had that, you both felt the time was right.

So here you were, nervous as hell about your clothes, were they appropriate? How was your makeup and hair, did it look okay? Tom sensed something wasn’t right so he looked over at you,

“You okay babe?” he asked quietly, placing his hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. You met his gaze and nodded,

“Yeah I’m good, just a bit nervous,” you shrugged and he smiled. “It’s gonna be fine, love, you look gorgeous and people will eat this shit up,” he said cockily and so you slapped his arm getting the reaction he wanted from you, knowing you were relaxing more.

“How about a shot of..whatever we’re drinking before we start?” he smirked, “Absolutely not!” you scoffed and he laughed heartily before leaning over giving you a kiss, you couldn’t help but melting in his kiss, as you always did and he smiled against your lips knowing fully well the effect he had on you.

The two of you got a few more moments to yourselves, then before you knew it you and Tom had gone around and introduced yourself to everyone in the crew behind the scenes and you were mic'ed up and seated in front of the lights and cameras.

You felt Tom’s hand on your thigh again, just resting there comfortingly and you remembered his words, keeping you calm as he began speaking.

“Hi I’m Tom Holland and this right here is my gorgeous girlfriend Y/N L/N and we’re here today, trying various different disgusting drinks for your amusement!” he smiled and you giggled, “What could possibly go wrong?” you ask sarcastically with a grin and Tom laughs.

“Well, let’s get cracking then! Bring the first one in!” Tom says and sure enough, the first drink comes in. What the fuck? You look up at the crew behind the cameras seeing them snicker to themselves. “Are we allowed to curse here?” you ask them seeing them nod.

“What the fuck? What is this?” you exclaim in disgust. It looked like tea made out of beer, milky-like with beer froth on top. You sniffed it and the smell of it made you almost gag.

“What is this?” Tom asked with a nervous laugh at your reaction, looking at the drink skeptically. “It’s Horse Jizz,” the producer said, which was all you and Tom needed before you burst out laughing at the name.

“Well…bottoms up babe,” he said and you regretfully clinked your glass with his. You both took a careful sip and as soon as you swallowed it, it was coming right back up.

“Oh hell no,” Tom coughed and you gagged a bit. “That’s so rank!” You exclaimed reaching for your glass of water,

“What is that?” Tom asked looking up at the crew who were dying from laughter.

“It’s milk and beer,” they said and you just shook your head, “One of the worst things I have ever in my life tried, and this is just the first drink yeah?” you asked with a whine, glancing at the crew seeing them nod.

You looked over at Tom who shook his head with a grin, “Well, let’s hope for lots of booze, maybe then it’s not gonna taste as bad,” he laughed and you did too just as the next drink was brought in.

It looked harmless enough, based on looks alone. It was in a simple shot glass with clear liquid at the top and almost a whiskey colour at the bottom. “This looks harmless,” Tom said as if he had read your mind and you nodded, having a smell of it. “It’s not harmless!” You said as you began coughing. It was quite pungent and you didn’t really fancy trying it now anymore.

“My god, this is gonna be fun isn’t it?” Tom grinned taking his shot glass, waiting for you to do the same before clinking your glasses together, downing it in one go. Tom gagged this time and you coughed your lungs up. “That’s fucking disgusting!” Tom exclaimed once he regained control of himself and you were just laughing at him now. “This is an amazing idea for a video,” you managed to get out in between giggles.

“What was that?” he asked and you wanted to know too, you knew the taste very well but you couldn’t quite place it.

“Rum and Worcestershire sauce,” you both wrinkled your noses at that, “It tasted like arse,” you bluntly said making everyone double over from laughter. “Your commentary today is on point babe,” Tom laughed and you did too now, “I’m not drunk before anyone says anything! I’d just like to point out,” you added with a raised finger because you had a feeling the comments would be saying so later.

“She’s not. I’ve only ever seen her really, really pissed about 3 times. One of those times were with my family,” Tom helpfully added and you sent him a death glare, “Yeah well, Tom was no better that night either!” you retorted and he went crimson, but the producer was interested now, “Well what happened?” he prodded and you glanced at Tom seeing his pleading look, but a grin no less so you knew he was okay with you telling them a story.

“To tell this story you need some context to this alright, my family comes from Sweden and we have a holiday called Midsummer which is basically just an excuse to spend the day with your family and drinking, all day. We did this, particularly the drinking. And a lot of schnaps,” you started and Tom interrupted, “those schnaps were moonshine in disguise. I’ve never felt as poorly as I did the next day. Fuck me,” he groaned as he remembered,

“I won’t deny nor confirm that it was or wasn’t moonshine,” you grinned. It was, his whole family, beside Paddy, had drunk it.

“Anyway, Tom found a bike, Paddy’s bike to be exact, and as you know Tom is a bit bigger than Padster. So off he goes, biking around the house, all of us laughing as he’s showing off right? Well, what he didn’t see was the drain pipe hiding in the grass. So he goes right over, and it sends him right over the steering wheel of the bike and he flips over somehow, landing on the grass, nearly wetting himself laughing. I swear neither one of us has ever laughed as much as we did then,” you giggle even thinking about his epic biking adventure. Tom groaned and hid his face in his hands, undoubtedly going beet red right now. “You’re the worst girlfriend ever,” he muttered and you just giggled even more, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Did you get injured, Tom?” the camera guy asks and Tom shook his head, “No, I wasn’t. My ego got bruised but that’s about it” he smiled glancing over at you, quickly pecking you on the lips. Now, it was your turn to blush, you hadn’t expected Tom to kiss you in the video, not that you were complaining, but pda wasn’t something he was a big fan of.

“Aw, look at the lovebirds,” the producer teased making both you and Tom blush. “Oh shut up,” Tom grinned kissing your temple.

“You ready for the second last drink?” the producer asked after a little while, breaking the little moment you and Tom had, and you both looked over and nodded.

Another shot glass was sent your way, looking like curdled Bailey’s. Immediately you were skeptical of this particular shot, “What even is this?” Tom wondered staring at it just as horrified as you were.

“Cement mixer,” the producer told you, which honestly? Didn’t tell you very much as to what it was.

“It doesn’t tell me anything, beside how horrifying it will taste when it has the word cement in it,” you shudder, picking up the vile drink, seeing Tom do the same as you,

“Cheers honey,” you said knocking the shot back and immediately you started retching once you managed to get it down. “Do you need the bin, babe?” Tom asked concerned, rubbing your back, not looking much better himself. You shook your head no with a hand you held up at your face, closing your eyes for a moment to collect yourself.

“That was by far the worst one, it’s like curdled Baileys with something sour as an aftertaste,” Tom said, doing a pretty fair description of what it was like. “That’s pretty much exactly what it was. Baileys with lime juice,” the producer said and you just shook your head.

“Awful, so fucking awful,” you moaned putting your head against Tom’s shoulder, resting it there.

“I’m so glad this next one is the last one,” Tom said to the camera and you nodded in agreement, “Although, the last one is most definitely going to be the absolute worst one,” you concluded, “Yeah you’re right, but we’ve already drank curdled Baileys and beer-milk, how bad can it really be?” Tom reasoned, you glanced at the crew seeing the looks on their faces and you laughed, “Oh look at them! The last one is by far going to be the most disgusting!” you pouted hiding your face in Tom’s shoulder and you felt him laughing, which made you smile.

Soon enough, the last drink came in, “Oh fuck no!” Tom shouted making you jump a bit and you stared at the drink in utter horror. “What the hell?” you exclaim. It was a clear liquid with something brown-ish at the bottom and pepper mixed with what looked like cream or something.

“This is the Tapeworm,” the producer told you both and you saw Tom wrinkling his nose, “the tapeworm?” he asked unimpressed and you had to stifle a giggle at the look on his face which of course he noticed. “Why are you so giggly all of a sudden?” he pouted and without thinking you leaned forward pecking him, just like he had done to you, without fail he smiled at you.

“Your reaction is absolute golden, honey,” you grinned, “but also, if I don’t laugh right now I’m gonna cry,” you added and this time it was Tom who burst out laughing, slapping his hand to his knee.

“Shall we do this then?” he asked once he calmed down, you looked at the drink in resignation and with a sigh, you nodded.

You both held it up to your faces, clinking it together, “cheers babe,” you both said and down it went. It was a taste experience like you’d never ever had before.

Normal vodka burned on the way down as is, add Tabasco sauce to that and you were doubly fucked. That however wasn’t even the worst of it. No, that was the mayonnaise at the end which was honestly so revolting. Both you and Tom had to use the bin on that last one and once you were done throwing up you chugged the glass of water you each had.

“God damn that was rank,” he shuddered and you nodded,

“The worst thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” you agreed on, Tom got a wicked smirk on his face as he looked at the camera, “I’m the best thing you’ve had in your mouth,” he said cockily and you just gaped at him, slapping his arm, “Thomas!” you scolded him, absolutely mortified, hearing everyone around you bursting out laughing. In the end you joined in as well. “What? It’s true!” he said with an arrogant nod and you just laughed hiding your face in your hands.

“Stop it!” you laughed, “I think you should make me,” he grinned already puckering up and who were you to resist this boy anything?

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swordofsappho · 4 years

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𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

"Nat, do I really have to go?" complained Clint, while slipping on his favorite pair of boots.

"Yes," replied Natasha from the living room of the apartment they shared. "it'll be fun Clint. And you never know, you might meet someone."

The two were headed to a new bar that had just opened about five miles away. Everyone was talking about it.

Clint sighed and walked out of his room and down the hall to where Natasha was standing. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess, mainly because it never did what he wanted it to do. He quickly grabbed a pair of car keys that were laying on a small table by the door and tossed them to Natasha.

"Okay, let's go and get this over with." he said, unenthusiastically. Clint just wasn't a bar type of guy.

Natasha just rolled her eyes and walked out of the front door, she paused by the doorframe waiting for Clint to follow. Once they were both outside, Natasha locked the door behind them. Natasha was never one to turn down a drink but Clint, he would definitely turn down every drink someone tried to give him.

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The bar was nothing special, it had a farmstead feel to it and there was classic rock music playing in the background. Pool tables where set up in the back left corner and a piano was in the back right. The bar was the most unusual, it looked like one you would see in a grubby club on the outskirts of town but yet, between each seat sitting neatly on the bar, was a small vase with two daisies in them. The lights were dimmed and the concrete floor was freshly waxed, so Clint’s boots had little to no traction whatsoever.

Natasha gave his shoulder a slight tap. “I’m gonna go shoot a few rounds and I’ll meet you back at the bar.” she stated before heading off to the back left corner.

Clint just sighed, he didn't like being left alone in a new place where he didn't know anyone. So he decided to go sit at the bar. Once he sat down his leg started to shake up and down, a nervous habit he picked up a few years ago. He glanced up at the different drink that where sitting on the shelves, he didn't even know what he wanted. He had started to get up and make his way back to Natasha, when the bartender walked out from the back room. Clint blinked a few times to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. This man was beautiful. His long hair was pulled back into a bun, and he was wearing this worn out black tee shirt that complimented his arms very well.

“What would you like?” asked the bartender looking at Clint, he had a whiskey glass in his hand that he had picked up at the other end of the bar when he first walked out.

‘You.’ Clint thought to himself, but he quickly let that thought go. “Uhm, to be honest I really don’t know. Surprise me I guess.” he said before resting his arms against the bar.

The bartender smiled slightly before reaching up to grab a bottle of honey whiskey. That’s when Clint noticed his hand, the left one, was made out of metal. Him also having a disability, didn’t mention it in fear of making the guy upset.

“It burns a little, but the honey makes it kinda better.” he said before setting a glass down in front of Clint and pouring the whiskey in.

Clint nodded slightly, he tried to keep his eyes off of the bartender, he didn't want to seem creepy for just staring at the guy. He also didn't want him to notice the blood rushing to his face when he smiled at him. Clint took the glass in one hand and brought it up to his mouth to take a sip. The bartender was right, it did burn but more than a little and the honey was basically nonexistent. He tried to hide the face he made, but the bartender noticed and let out a small chuckle.

“I’m guessing by your face that whiskey isn’t your drink.” said the bartender before leaning carefully against the shelves of liquor behind him. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at Clint, waiting for an answer.

“I’ve never had it before.” replied Clint, coughing between words.

The bartender kept a small smile on his face as he walked back over to the bar and took the bottle of whiskey and returned it back to its place on the shelf.

“I’m Bucky Barnes, by the way.” he said before turning back around to face Clint.

“Clint Barton.” he said before glancing around, he was the only one at the bar, which meant that he was the only one to embarrass himself in front of the extremely hot bartender, that was now standing less than two feet away from him.

Clint took in a deep breath before picking up the whiskey glass again, he couldn't tell if it was the bar or if it was his mind, but he was pretty sure that Bucky smelled like bourbon.

“You know you don't have to finish that if you don't want to,” said Bucky, as he watched Clint move the glass to his mouth. “I can always get you something else.”

“But then the rest of this will go to waste.” replied Clint quietly. He didn't like whiskey, but he still didn't want it to be wasted. “I’ll finish it, it’s fine.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow and took the glass from Clint. “Barton, by the look on your face you won't finish it. Just take a minute and look, you might find something in a pretty bottle that you might want to try.” he said before tilting his head back and drinking the rest of the whiskey.

Clint was a little surprised that Bucky just drank the rest of the whiskey like it was water, he was also surprised that he had alcohol while he was working. But, he took Bucky’s advice and scanned the shelves for something that he actually might want to try. His eyes focused on a pinkish colored bottle.

“That one.” he said motioning to the bottle.

Bucky followed his gaze and saw the bottle of Svedka sitting on one of the upper shelves. “Good choice, peach vodka is always a good choice.”

Clint smiled as Bucky got the bottle down and set it on the bar, he reached under the counter and set a shot glass down beside it.

“I don't know if you’ve had vodka before but, I would suggest taking it as a shot first before anything else. That way you can get used to the taste.” said Bucky, glancing over as someone else sat down at the bar.

Clint shook his head slightly and poured the drink into the shot glass as Bucky went to get the other guy a drink.

—

Clint stopped counting after the eighth shot. He wasn’t paying any attention to the time, or how much alcohol he had consumed. His vision was a little blurry and he would laugh at the smallest things. Bucky ended up taking the bottle and putting it back on the shelf, he didn't want Clint to hurt himself or do anything too stupid. Pretty soon, it was just Bucky, Clint, and Natasha in the bar. Natasha ended up beating most of the people there at pool, some had even placed bets.

“Alright,” said Natasha once she realized how intoxicated her roommate was. “Clint it’s time to go.”

Clint looked Natasha and pouted. “But Nat, I don't wanna leave.” he said, his words somewhat slurred.

“Well, we need to. You're wasted.” replied Natasha before looping her right arm over Clint’s shoulders and helping him walk towards the entrance.

Before they stepped out of the bar, Clint turned around and faced Bucky, who was now cleaning the bar.

“Bye Bucky!” exclaimed Clint with a goofy smile on his face, his body was starting to overheat due to the alcohol.

Bucky smiled back at Clint and waved. “See ya.”

—

The next morning was hell for Clint. He was hungover. His head was pounding and every noise made it worse. The lights hurt his eyes and when he would get up, he almost threw up. A smile spread across his face as he remembered the handsome bartender from last night. He remembered the small vases of daisies that sat on the bar, he remembered how Bucky smelled of bourbon even though he only had half a glass of whiskey.

“How do you feel?” asked Natasha from the doorway of Clint’s room.

“I’m never having vodka again.” mumbled Clint before rolling over onto his stomach to face her.

Natasha just laughed. “So. How was the bartender?”

Clint’s face heated up. He buried his face in his pillow, trying to hide his smile. He could feel Natasha’s gaze burning into the back of his head.

“Clint, answer me.” said Natasha shaking his shoulder. She ended up rolling Clint over, his face red.

“He was nice.” Clint replied, his voice muffled by the pillow. He kept replaying last night in his mind, he can’t get Bucky’s smile out of his head.

“Did you have fun at least?” she asked, sitting at the foot of his bed.

He nodded and slowly sat up. “I did. I didn't expect to drink that much, but I had fun.”

Natasha just smiled and walked back out of the room. Clint laid back down and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't get Bucky out of his head. He didn't want to get Bucky out of his head. So, he made the decision to go back to the bar, even though he had a major headache.

—

As Clint stood outside of the bar, making sure to stay away from the windows, he let out a breath trying to calm his nerves. He didn't know why he was nervous, hus palms where clammy and his whole body was hot. He kicked his right foot on the side of the building to try to knock his mind back to reality.

“You okay?” said a voice from behind him.

Clint froze, he knew that voice. It was Bucky’s. He turned around and saw the male looking at him, curiosity flooded his eyes.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” replied Clint with a nervous grin on his face.

Bucky was wearing a black bomber jacket, jeans, and boots. He looked comfortable. His hair was down and a little messy, like it was tousled by the wins.

He smiled at Clint and motioned towards the door to the bar. “Are you going in?”

Clint glanced back at the door. “Yeah I am.” he replied as Bucky walked around him and opened the door.

He followed Bucky in and sat down at the bar. This time there were roses in the vases. Clint looked at them and shrugged, he liked the daisies better.

Bucky sat down beside him and asked the working bartender for a small glass of water. “Do you want anything?” he asked, glancing over at Clint.

“Anything but vodka.” muttered Clint as he put his hands on the bar in front of him.

“It wasn't that bad was it?” Bucky laughed.

Clint just groaned and set his head on the bar, cooling his face down. “It was bad. Really really bad.” he replied.

He jumped as a bell rang and pulled his head off of the bar to look up. Bucky was gone. He looked around trying to find him. A few seconds later, Bucky appeared in front of him on the other side of the bar. His hair was pulled back and he had taken his jacket off. Clint couldn't help but watch as Bucky’s muscles worked as he was reaching for bottles on the shelves and putting them back.

Clint ended up having to force himself to stop staring at Bucky. The bar was packed and people had begun to bump into each other, some drunk others sober. Clint was drumming his fingers on the bar in tune to the music when someone bumped into him and spilled alcohol down the side of his shirt and arm. He jumped slightly, taken off guard.

“Oh shit, sorry man.” said the drunken man before stumbling off into the crowd.

“It’s fine.” replied Clint shaking his arm to get some of the alcohol off of his arm.

“Here.” said Bucky before handing him a wet washcloth. “It happens a lot, especially when there’s a lot of people.”

“Thank you.” said Cling, taking the washcloth and wiping it across his arm. His arm was clean, but his shirt smelled like beer.

When Clint looked up from cleaning his arm, Bucky was staring at him. Clint’s cheeks flushed bright rosy color and he set the washcloth on the bar.

“So tell me about how bad last night was.” said Bucky, taking the cloth and putting it in a bin underneath the bar.

Clint winced a little. “Are you sure you wanna hear about it? It was kinda gross.” he replied.

Bucky leaned forward and put his forearms on the top of the bar, his face a few inches away from Clint’s.

“Clint, I don't care how gross it may be, I wanna know how your night went. Plus I’m a bartender, I’ve probably heard worse.” he said, a small smirk playing on his face.

Clint wanted to pass out and kiss Bucky at the same time. He was so close. So, he gave in. He told Bucky about how his night went, he actually ended up telling Bucky a lot of things. He told him about an anxiety attack he had a few days ago, he told him about how he was trying to make his bed but tripped over a pillow and hit his head on the door. He was a mess, but Bucky listened anyway.

—

Clint kept yearning to go see Bucky, so he did. He stayed until it was closing time and he helped Bucky clean without being asked. He thought of it was payment sonce Bucky would always listen to his rants.

He also loved the smell. It soon made him feel like he was home, not with his family or with Natasha, but a new home. A home where he could vent and no one would judge. A home that had Bucky.

The mix of bourbon and daisies was euphoric.

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My Girl

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has always been closed off with her emotions, until she meets Dean Winchester. Three months he’s due in hell, and she watches as Dean goes through woman after woman in each town they roll through. However, it just so happened that in one particular town, Y/N runs into an old friend; one she may not have known as well as she thought she did.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean, Y/N, Sam, OFC Brandy, OMC Danny, unnamed OCs

Word Count: 2,971

Warnings: TW: Attempted sexual assault, drugging, non-consensual touching, mentions of past assaults by OMC character; Angst, language

Written for; @badthingshappenbingo (Square: Tampered with food/drink) @spndarkbingo (Square: Obsession), @spnclassicbingo (Square: An old friend)

A/N- Please heed warnings. This was a quick fic I wrote up so I could get something out to y’all and fill up some squares. I want to be able to write more shorter one-shots so I can get things out to y’all and actually finish what I start. I don’t know how much I like this but... we’re gonna go with it.

I watched with a heavy heart as Dean Winchester’s arm slipped around another woman’s waist, her long blonde curls tickling his skin and plump, red lips pursed seductively at him. His eyes, the forest green that had become my favorite color within the last year I had been hunting with the Winchesters, were staring into hers, periodically flickering down to her mouth, his own curled up into a smirk.

He had three months left. Each day was a new kind of torture, with the thought of losing him on top of the heartbreak of watching him lay with someone new in each town we rolled through was almost too much to bare.

But I’d rather bare it than not see him at all.

I could feel Sam watching me curiously. I was usually pretty good about hiding my feelings for the eldest Winchester. But with the way my eyes weren’t leaving Dean, and the way my fingers curled around the beer bottle a little too tight, I knew Sam must have been putting it together.

“Hey!” Dean dropped into the seat beside me, a smile on his face as he nudged my shoulder. “Brandy.”

“Brandy?” Sam asked, scoffing. “You actually got her name this time?”

“Oh shut up,” Dean said, mood not breaking. “Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, am I right? Have some fun?”

I rolled my eyes, tipping the bottle back and emptying the rest of its contents into my awaiting mouth.

“I need something stronger.” Sam sighed, slumping in his seat as I slipped out of mine, making my way over to the bar.

“What crawled up her ass?” Dean asked, not really paying attention. His eyes wandered back to where Brandy was swaying her hips near the jukebox.

“Wow, you really are a dumbass,” Sam said, shaking his head.

“What?” Dean said. “How am I a-”

“Hey, sexy!” Brandy called. She held up a pool cue, wiggling her eyebrows. “Wanna teach me how to play?”

She emphasized her words by bending down over the table, and Sam’s eyes just about rolled out of his skull as Dean jumped from his seat.

“Nevermind,” the green eyed hunter muttered as he marched over to the table.

“Whiskey,” I said, squinting at the shelves behind the bartender. “On second thought- make it tequila.”

“Sure thing,” he said, turning to grab the bottle. I dropped my head into my hands, elbows resting on the top of the bar. I didn’t know how I allowed myself to get roped into falling in love with someone. I closed myself off for as long as I could remember, staying away from relationships in high school. I knew what would happen if I opened my heart, so I kept it closed, not allowing anyone to break through the walls I had built for yourself.

“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”

I raised my head from my hands, looking up into a pair of chocolate eyes.

“Danny?” I asked, looking him up and down. “What the hell?”

“Hey!” He smiled. “How have you been?”

“Damn, I haven’t seen you in years!” I said, bringing him in for a hug, his black curls brushing my cheek. “Look how long your hair is!”

“I know, it’s gotten crazy, huh?” He laughed, smile as bright as ever. “So, how have you been? Are you still working that private investigator gig?”

“Yep, still working it,” I said. “I’ve got a few partners now so I’m not always alone.”

“Any boyfriends I should worry about?” He teased, sitting down. I scoffed.

“Um, no,” I said shaking my head. “Being on the road makes it hard to meet people and you know… this job can get dangerous and I wouldn’t want to drag someone else into it.”

He was silent for a moment. “So is that a no?”

“Yes that’s a no, you idiot!” I said, shoving his shoulder. “What about you? Are you and what’s-her-name still together?”

“Who, Veronica? No, that ended a few months ago,” Danny replied. The bartender set a couple shots of tequila and beer down. I thanked him and picked up a shot. “I’m living the single life, baby.”

“Here’s to that,” I said, raising my glass. He did the same, and we knocked them back, wincing only slightly at the burn.

“Hey, Y/N, who’s this?”

I jumped, turning away from Danny to face Dean, a confused look on his face.

“Oh, hey, Dean. I thought you were with Brandy,” I said a little too harshly.

“I just wanted to see who you were talking to,” he muttered, giving Danny a cold look. His eyes met mine, and the intensity in them nearly made me flinch.

“He’s an old friend of mine from high school. This is Danny.” I turned again, gesturing towards Danny. He looked up, slightly startled at the sudden confrontation, but composed himself, holding out his hand.

“Hey there,” he greeted, giving his smile to a very unimpressed Dean.

“Yeah. Hi.”

“Oh, Dean! Don’t you wanna hear the end of the story?” Brandy called from across the bar. Dean sighed, giving me a look.

“You know, I thought this was going to be fun.”

I snickered as he turned and made his way back to the blonde, and I spun around in my chair to face Danny.

“Where were we?”

It was nearly a half hour later when I began to feel it.

I drank my beer and shots, but I never got this loaded this quick. As soon as my limbs began to feel heavy, and my head grew increasingly fuzzy, I knew something was wrong. Danny was saying something, but it sounded muffled, like a scream underwater. I squinted my eyes at him, trying to swallow the cotton feeling in my mouth.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded weakly, bracing my arm on the counter top.

“Yeah I… I just need to…” My words slurred together as my world increasingly became blurrier. My brain felt sluggish, and I tried as hard as I could to focus, but I just felt so sleepy.

“Hey, okay. I’ll take care of you,” Danny said, nodding. He glanced around for a moment, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me off the stool. I stumbled, my legs feeling like jello beneath me as he guided me from the bar. As my feet dragged, my eyes fluttered, and the only thought in my mind was sleep.

I barely registered being led into a motel room across the street, or being laid on the bed. The room spun as my vision dotted, and it was hard to keep my eyes open. I saw Danny over me, his hand coming to rest on my cheek before moving to his belt.

“No,” I slurred, trying to roll away. He gripped my ankle, tugging me down the bed as his other hand moved to the button on my jeans. “Stop.”

“Shhh,” he murmured, slipping the denim from my legs. “Don’t fight it, Y/N/N. You’ll be out soon, anyway.”

“No,” I repeated, trying to squirm away. I wanted to fight, but my limbs wouldn’t cooperate. My body felt like it had been filled with cement. Tears sprang to my eyes as his hand covered my clothed mound. I felt completely and utterly powerless against him, and I wanted to vomit when his fingers dipped under the cotton to feel along my private area, and my stomach lurched as his fingers prodded at my opening. “Stop it.”

“It’ll be over soon, honey,” he said. “I just want a taste of the thing that’s unattainable.”

The last thing I remember was the sound of my own heartbeat, and the absolute gut wrenching sound of his jeans hitting the floor.

“Hey, where did Y/N go?” Dean asked, sliding into the seat across from Sam.

The hazel eyed hunter looked up from his tablet, glancing over at the bar where she had been sitting mere moments ago.

“I… don’t know,” Sam said, brows furrowing. “Did she leave with someone?”

“That’s not really her MO, Sammy,” Dean muttered. “Although, she met an old friend of hers at the bar. They seemed pretty close.”

“Oh, maybe they went out,” Sam suggested.

“She wouldn’t just go without telling us,” Dean said. “I didn’t trust that guy.”

“You don’t trust any guy who talks to Y/N,” Sam said. “Not even her own brother.”

“Okay, I trust him. I just don’t like that he doesn’t stand up for her, that’s all.”

“That was five years ago, Dean. They were teenagers.”

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Okay, whatever. We need to find her. I’ve got a bad feeling.”

Sam scoffed. “Okay. Fine.” He shrugged, laying a few dollars down. “Let’s ask the bartender if he saw where they went.”

The brothers made their way up to the nearly empty bar, a few stragglers left, but aside from that, the bar itself had cleared out. The bartender was wiping down the counters, and reached over to turn up the volume on the speakers, humming along to the tune.

“Excuse me?” Sam said, leaning against the counter. The bartender looked up.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Yeah, you remember the woman who was sitting here? H/C hair, flannel shirt?” Dean said.

“Oh, yeah. She was with the long haired fella,” the bartender told them. “They left not too long ago. He’s been coming in here every night for a week. He’s staying at the motel across from here. Kinda weird, but nice enough.”

“She left with him?” Dean asked, clearly confused.

“Yeah. She seemed pretty drunk. He said he was gonna help her to her room. They were old friends, I guess,” he said. “To be quite honest, things seemed a little fishy.”

“And you didn’t do anything?” Dean hissed. Sam laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, I don’t have any proof. Besides, they were reminiscing about old times for two hours. I figured they were friends,” the bartender said, shrugging.

“You just-”

“Do you happen to know what room number he’s staying in?” Sam asked, cutting off his brother. Dean shot him a glare, teeth mashed together as he seethed.

“I dunno. There aren’t many occupied rooms. I know he drives a truck but that’s about it. Maybe check the room where it’s at?” He suggested. “Hope you find her.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” Dean sneered. Sam tugged on his arm, pulling him towards the door.

“We’re wasting time, Dean. We gotta find her. Now.”

“I wonder if you’re still a virgin,” Danny said, his hand steadily pumping himself. “Man, I would love some virgin pussy.”

She was unconscious, but Danny didn’t know how long it would last. It was different with each of his victims.

She was special to Danny. All through high school he wondered what it would be like to have her on his arm. He was the freak; the nerd; the outcast. But she was always so nice, and she welcomed him into her small friend group with open arms. His crush on her never relented, but she never liked him back, nor did she really like anyone. She was guarded and mysterious, and was invisible in high school. However, all he saw was her. After graduation, he never thought he’d see her again.

Danny knew there was something wrong with him. His mother always said he’d turn out this way. But it was an addiction, and each time he’d come across any woman with any similarities to Y/N, he’d prey on them.

And now that he had her in his grasp, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let her go.

He hovered over her, her body so small compared to his wide stature. He ran his hands over her soft skin, positioning himself between her legs. Kneeling between them, he brought his hand up to her clothed breast, his tongue flicking over his lips as he massaged it, pawing at her chest as he grew achingly hard. He slowly moved his other hand down to her mound, moving her panties aside. He glanced up at her, a sickening grin on his face.

Just as he was about to position himself at her center, a loud crack rang through the room. He flinched, head whipping towards the door just as it splintered open, a furious looking Dean Winchester standing in the doorway.

“You son of a bitch!” He growled, stalking across the room. Danny blubbered like a fish out of water, scrambling away from the unconscious woman and falling onto the floor. Dean reached down and gripped Danny by the collar, lifting him up like he weighed nothing and slamming him against the wall. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Get the fuck off me!” Danny cursed, shoving against Dean. But the hunter wouldn’t relent, and he pressed his forearm into Danny’s throat.

“What the fuck did you do?” He growled again, and Danny’s eyes widened.

“I-I-I didn’t do anything yet,” he stuttered.

“Yet?” Dean scoffed. “She’s unconscious and half naked on a bed. That’s not nothing!”

“Look, I just wanted to be with her and-”

“You son of a bitch!” Dean reared his head forward, bashing his forehead into Danny’s nose. He cried out, a spurt of blood running in a stream from each nostril.

“Dean, we gotta get her to a hospital,” Sam said. He had wrapped Y/N up in his coat, covering her bottom half. She was lying limp in his arms, and Dean felt sick. “We don’t know what this fucker gave her.”

Dean’s jaw strained as he seethed. He let go of Danny, whipping his gun out from his belt.

“Woah!” Danny screamed, cowering against the wall. “Hey, now!”

“How many other women have you done this to? Huh?” Dean asked, cocking the gun.

“I-I don’t know! I don’t keep count!” Danny lied. Dean’s hand shot out and curled itself in Danny’s shirt. In one move, he clocked Danny over the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him out cold.

“I’ll take Y/N, you call the cops on this motherfucker,” Dean hissed, spitting on the man below him.

“Okay,” Sam said. Dean turned, face softening at the sight of Y/N in Sam’s arms. “You got her?”

Dean nodded as Sam placed the sleeping woman in his arms. “Yeah. I’ve got her. Always.”

Beep.

My body ached as I came to, a pounding in my head refusing to relent. Taking a deep breath, my eyes fluttered open, squinting at the brightness of the lights above me.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a voice said. I turned my head, brows furrowing.

“Dean? Where am I?”

“You’re in a hospital,” he said softly. He took my hand, fingers lacing with mine. “What do you remember?”

I opened my mouth, trying to conjure up some sort of memory. I closed my mouth with a soft “humph,” and looked away.

“I… I don’t remember anything…”

“Yeah, the doc figured you wouldn’t,” Dean said sadly. “Um. You were drugged, Y/N.”

My head whipped towards him. “What?”

“Danny, he-”

“Danny drugged me?” I asked, eyes widening.

“He brought you back to his hotel and…” He trailed off, and I suddenly had the urge to vomit.

“Oh god… please don’t tell me he…” Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought, and Dean quickly shook his head.

“No. They did tests and they confirmed that he hadn’t done anything yet. We got there just in time,” he said. I relaxed a bit, swallowing back the bile that threatened to come up.

“How close was he?” I asked.

Dean cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Too close.”

I bit my lip, looking down. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Hey, no, no. Why are you sorry?” He asked, squeezing my hand. “This isn’t on you at all.”

“I put you through all this trouble and I ruined your night. You don’t… you don’t have long left and I-”

I gasped as suddenly he was leaning forward, his lips pressing against mine. My eyes nearly popped from their sockets in shock, and he pulled away before it began.

“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that given the circumstances,” he muttered, a blush creeping up his neck.

“I… why did you?” I asked dumbly, cringing inwardly at myself.

He gave a short laugh. “I dunno. I guess I’ve always wanted to. I don’t know why I chose right then to do so but-”

This time, it was my turn to lean forward and kiss him. A small gasp slipped past his lips as my hand squeezed his, and he raised his free one to my neck, thumb running gently along my cheek as my mouth molded to his.

“Ahem.”

I jumped away, world tilting a bit as I did so. I looked up at the door, face no doubt like a deer caught in the headlights. Dean just chuckled, bringing my hand up to his lips to press a soft kiss to my knuckles.

“Excellent timing as always, Sammy,” he said, nodding at his brother.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see how you were doing,” Sam said. He held a small bouquet of flowers. “I got you these since I know hospitals kinda freak you out.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Sam. And I’m ok. I have you two to thank for that.”

“Actually, it was really Dean. He was worried and just had a hunch. Knocked the bastard out cold.”

“What?” I said, looking over at him. He shrugged, and I grinned.

“He was trying to hurt my girl. I’d never let that happen.”

I smiled at him dumbly, and he kissed my hand again.

“I’m your girl?” I asked, and his face softened, the sweetest of smiles crossing his lips.

“Always.”

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1807

Warnings: Angst, parenthood, sexual manipulation, action, injuries, underage drinking and drug-taking.

Synopsis: 16 Years after the death of Daisy, Steve and Bucky have successfully raised two teenage kids with telepathy. Teens are never easy to live with though. Sarah in particular likes to test boundaries. Now on top of all the usual challenges of parenting, they have to deal with troublemaking demigods, a daughter who just wants to be accepted for who she is and running the Avengers. That’s when the children of other super-powered individuals start going missing.

Chapter 6

Sarah crawled out of bed and debated what her next move should be. Her dads would be waiting in the kitchen to lecture her. She could already feel them getting impatient with her. So the choices were, pretend to keep sleeping, have a shower so she didn’t quite feel so seedy, or just go out and face the music.

She pulled the comforter over her head. Groaned loudly and climbed out of bed. She wandered into the kitchen. Steve was sitting at the kitchen table with coffee. Bucky was cooking eggs and bacon at the stove.

“Hey, kiddo. You hungry?” Bucky greeted, turning briefly to Sarah.

“I guess so,” Sarah answered. “I can hear you, you know?”

“You wanna just get this over with?” Bucky asked.

Sarah nodded and sat down next to Steve.

Steve leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers. “You want to tell us what happened last night?”

“After you dropped us off, Olive got really scared of me.” Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose. “She likes me, you know? Like not as friends. And she was sure I’d been reading her mind. Which I have, but I don’t mean to. I don’t ever mean to.”

“I know that honey. It was hard for your mom too.” Steve said.

“We went and got food and we were eating it and these guys offered us whiskey. The other two drank it, but I just wanted the boys to leave us alone. So I just drank it all. I thought it would scare them off. I should have just used my powers, made them go away, but Olive was already so scared of me. People are much more scared of my mind things than how strong I am.” Olive ran her hands through her hair. “It didn’t work. They just bought beer and they kept giving us beer. And then they gave them something. E maybe? I don’t know. I didn’t want to be all mom on them. But then I kind of got jealous. I wanted to just be like them. I could take all the drugs they had and it wouldn’t do anything. But I could see in their head. They were liking it. They were having fun.”

“That’s no way of having fun, Sarah. It’s dangerous and stupid.” Steve said.

Sarah stopped talking and just stared at Steve. Bucky came over and put a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of her. He squeezed her shoulder. “Keep going.”

“Loki showed up and offered me something and I took it. Then I heard the boys thinking about how they were going to take Olive and McKenna and …” She stopped again.

“And what?” Bucky pressed.

Sarah conjured up the thoughts the boys had of what they’d wanted to do to Olive and McKenna and pushed them into Steve and Bucky’s head. “I punched one of them and then I grabbed Olive and McKenna and then I called you.”

Steve put his hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “I’m really proud of you for doing that.” He said.

She shook her head. “It shouldn’t have got that far. If I’d just …”

“Don’t beat yourself up, honey. You protected your friends. That’s all that matters now.” Bucky said.

“Sarah,” Steve said putting his hand on his daughter’s. “Has Loki been …” He stopped not really knowing out to phrase this in a way that didn’t make him feel as old as every year that had passed since the day of his birth.

He needn’t have worried, Sarah knew. She always knew. “Yes. But I’m not an idiot. Also, I think he’s just trying to mess with you through me. I don’t think he actually wants to do anything.”

“How does that make you feel?” Steve asked.

Sarah shrugged. “I dunno. Like it’s creepy. It’s really creepy. And he’s a guy and well …” She looked at her hands as she twisted her fingers together.

“You don’t like boys,” Bucky said.

“Yeah. But then he can change. And he said he’d change for me. And that I could be a queen. I think if I said yes, he’d just do something that would hurt me and you. Like he doesn’t mean any of it. He’s just trying to get to you. But sometimes, I just wanna say yes anyway.”

“Is that why you took what he gave you?” Steve asked.

“No. I took it because I hate feeling like a freak. Loki said he understood feeling like he didn’t belong. I trusted that.” Sarah said.

“Did you want us to take you out of school?” Steve asked.

Sarah nodded.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Steve said.

Sarah sighed and tapped her head. “You want me to be normal. You thought making me go to school made me normal.”

“We want you to be happy and to have balance in your life,” Steve said.

“Noooo… no, you don’t. Dad, I can hear you. Normal. That’s what you think. She needs to have a normal life.”

Steve stood and wrapped his arms around his daughter. “I am so sorry I made you feel that way. I just - I want you to be happy. I thought giving you a life with regular everyday people, away from this… I thought it would make you happy.”

“It hurts. All the time. They’re in my head all the time. I don’t know if I’m learning because I hear all the answers. I hear all the horrible things people think. About themselves. About each other. About me. It makes me hate them all, dad. I don’t want to hate everyone.”

“We’ll take you out of school. You still need to study though.” Steve said.

“I know. I learn better with Vision anyway. I can’t hear him and he explains things in a way I understand.” Sarah said.

Steve let her go and sat back down. “Now, and I can’t believe we have to have this conversation again. But we need to talk about you taking things from Loki of all people.”

“Captain Rogers, Peter Parker has just arrived at the facility. He’s saying he needs to see you.” The voice of FRIDAY said filling the room.

“Thank you FRIDAY. Tell him I’ll meet him in the office.” Steve replied. “We’ll have to continue this later.”

Sarah nodded. Steve patted her on the shoulder and headed to his office.

Peter and Mary Jane were already waiting for him when he stepped through the door.

Before Steve was even able to open his mouth, Peter started talking. “Someone’s taken May Day.”

“Not another one,” Steve said, sitting behind his desk.

“Whaddya mean not another one?” Peter asked.

Steve explained about Danielle Cage and the kidnapping that appeared to be by Hydra. When he got to the part about the mind-wiping Peter looked at Mary Jane concern etched on his features.

“That must have been what happened, MJ.” He said. Mary Jane’s face fell and she rubbed her eyes.

“What happened?” Steve asked.

Peter looked at Steve gravely. “The two of them went out together. MJ came home alone and had completely forgotten that May Day was with her. I went out and searched for her and we came straight here.”

“FRIDAY, can you send Vision, Carol, and Sarah in please?”

“Of course Captain Rogers.”

Vision was first to arrive, floating in through the wall. Steve was briefing him on the situation when Carol and Sarah showed up.

“Carol, I need you to go to New York with Peter and Vision. They’ll fill you in on the way. Ms. Parker, Sarah will undo what the people who attacked you have done. We’ll take you back to New York when she’s finished. I think time is of the essence here though.”

Carol and Vision led Peter away and Steve turned to his daughter. “There’s been another kidnapping.”

Sarah’s hands flew to her face. “Not May Day?”

“I’m afraid so. Ms. Parker was with her but whoever took May Day wiped her memory. Can you undo it?”

Sarah crouched down in front of Mary Jane and hugged her. MJ hugged back and started to cry. It was like this acknowledgment from this girl who she’d seen grow up had made her realize what she might actually be losing.

Sarah pulled back and put her hands on the sides of Mary Jane’s face. She looked into her eyes, and then through them. Scouring her mind for the blocks that had been put in place. When she found them, she picked them out one by one. As she did Mary Jane started sobbing. A heart wrenching, deep down painful sobbing as her memories overwhelmed her.

When Sarah finished she wrapped her arms around Mary Jane and held the woman as her grief came out. Steve got up and put his hand on her shoulder. “Do you remember what happened.”

Mary Jane nodded. “They had black vans and they came out of nowhere. May Day fought but even with the enhancements there were just too many. She’s so young.” She broke down again, clinging to Sarah.

“I’ll take you home,” Steve said. “Sarah go find dad and tell him to watch you. You’re going to have to scan for her. Can you do that?”

Sarah nodded and got up. “I know May Day way better than I knew Danielle. I’m sure I can find her.”

“Good girl. Thank you.”

Sarah rushed off to find Bucky. He was washing dishes and singing Shake it Out to himself.

“Dad said you need to watch me while I people scan.” She said.

Bucky turned and shook his hands off. “What’s going on?” He asked.

Sarah filled him in and as she did his eyes darkened.

“Two super-powered kids…” He said.

“You think they’re gonna use them as a weapon like you and mom?” Sarah said.

“Oh, I know they will. So we better find them fast.” Bucky said putting his hand on his daughter’s shoulder.

“You think they’ll come for me,” Sarah said.

“We won’t let them,” Bucky growled. Sarah could see it clearly as if he’d said it out loud though. He didn’t think they could protect her at all.

She didn’t know what she could say to soothe him though. His biggest fear had always been Hydra taking him again. Now the thought that it could happen to his kids had blacked out every other fear he’d had. Nothing seemed as scary to him as having his kids go through what he’d been through. About the possibility he could ever have to fight them. To have them have to battle with the reprogramming he’d lived with. The reprogramming that ended up being the cause of their mother’s death.

“I’ll be okay, dad,” Sarah said, squeezing his hand.

“I know,” Bucky said. Now if only he could believe it.

// NEXT

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fal-carrington · 5 years

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If I’m not the one, who is going to make you happy? Pt.3

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc x Priya

Disclaimer: Characters belongs to PB

Prompt: “I could not understand the reason for the sudden interest in me. Priya was from afar the most hedonistic person I had ever met. She awaken a wild side in me, a side that yearned for parties, uncomplicated sex nights, drinks, just fun. Something crazy drew me towards her, just the fact that she could kill me at any second just makes me wonder if I lost my mind.

Kamilah was different. Gorgeous, older. Always serious, cold. Almost untouchable. Just focused on work most of the time, I did not know if she hated me or if she just tolerates my presence because of Adrian. With Kamilah, I never knew if what I was doing was enough, she saw me as irresponsible and troublemaker kid, but I confess that it was that perfect smile of hers who made my heart beat faster. Part of me longed for her approval. And in the middle of all this, I was trapped between these two gorgeous and powerful women.”

Part 1 // Part 2 //

Crimson Veil 3h45am

Kamilah’s pov

It was already late, apparently the hours passed very fast in Priya's nightclub and the fun of all those around me was far from over. I was sitting on one of the red booths overlooking the dance floor. Adrian had gotten up to get a drink on the counter and still had not come back, I waited patiently with my eyes on my cell phone, checking my emails. I was fully aware that I was in the middle of a birthday party, but I did not care, I still had work waiting for me when I got home and at the moment, I was not in my favorite environment. I looked over my cell phone and noticed that my whiskey was almost gone.

"Heya!" Lily slipped on the bench, sitting loosely beside me. I looked at her reproachfully. She had a silly grin on her face and her purple lipstick was a completely mess.

"Lily," I greeted her with a nod.

"Kamilah." She mimicked me and I rolled my eyes. "What are you doing sitting here ?! It's a party! And you're there doing what- "She got close enough to see the screen of my cell phone. "...Working. What a surprise!"

I put it in my jacket pocket.

"Some of us are too old for so much..." I looked around for the right words. "... futilities."

"I have no idea what that means." Lily laughed and I sighed.

"Where's your best friend?" I asked. Hayley had been out of sight for hours, and Priya too, and that was worrying.

Lily lifted her neck and looked around, trying to find that blond hair around the dancing bodies.

"I have no idea. Last time I saw her she was with Priya,” Lily said and shrugged.

"And you're not at all worried that she's hanging out with a psychopathic vampire who clearly has behavior problems?" I guessed.

"...Hmmm at first, yes. But then they have become... uh... They are thing now."

"What does that mean?" I narrowed my eyes.

"... that they're not official yet," Lily said absently looking around. I felt again that warmth emanating from my chest. I clenched my fists under the table, no, they were far from official. I wanted to prevent this feeling of jealousy mixed with this foreboding that Priya would still hurt her somehow. "... But you know they do not necessarily have to be." Lily caught my attention with those words.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said honestly.

"Oh, come on." She slapped a hand on the table. "Hayley is dating Priya and that's great and all, but she has a huge crush on you, and I do not know how you have not realized it yet. She does not get tired of talking about you.”

"Does she talk about me?" I asked curiously. "What... What does she say?"

"Oh, fuck." Lily looked at me with the realization of what had just escaped her.

"Lily."

"Uh, I probably should not be saying that," Lily said.

"You can not talk enough to make me intrigued and just let it go"

"Uh, uh. I can not say."

"I can force you to say."

"Do not you dare call for violence, Kamilah. I know you're my sensei and I respect you too much, but I should not be talking about it. Oh God, my mouth is too big.” Lily punished herself and I rolled my eyes impatiently. "Well... All I can say is you're letting an opportunity pass and Priya is sticking out the line."

With Lily's words in my mind, I looked down at the dance floor and noticed that Hayley reappeared in the crowd in Priya's arms. Hayley was smiling, her skin glowing with sweat, clearly she was no longer aware of her actions. I could see that clearly. She whispered something in Priya's ear, which in response left a kiss on the girl's face and let her go away in the other direction of the room.

I stood without even taking my eyes off her. Opportunity, huh? If Priya could play dirty, I might as well. Two could play this game.

"Hey, where are you going ?!" Lily shouted as she watched me walk away among the people on the dance floor. I turned away from people with ease, the beat of loud music irritated my ears, but I ignored it until I reached the bathroom on the other side of the room. How could Priya manage to live like this night after night? I can not imagine. When I finally reached the bathroom, I could hear the water pouring into the sink on the other side of the door. She was alone.

I went into the room and saw her with her back to me, washing her wet face, and smiled involuntarily. Even with her hair wet with sweat, she was still absolutly beautiful. Today she wore a white dress of vines that truly valued her body. Beside her was a glass, and by the smell, I could make out the gin.

"Well, if it's not the birthday girl," I said, my arms folded with my back against the wall.

Hayley finally saw me in the mirror, and her response was a wide, inebriated dimpled smile. I held the smile.

"K-Kamilah!" She turned smiling with a drawn voice. "Oh, it’s you!”

"You're drunk," I said patiently.

"Just a little." She made a pout.

I shook my head.

"What... what can I do for you, my queen?" She took a sip of her glass.

"You could start by stopping drinking, drinking water and moisturizing." I approached with slow steps until I reached her.

"Kamilah, always the diplomat," she said.

"Can you blame me?" I crossed my arms. "You are having fun?"

"Of course... I am." She barely finished the sentence and shook her head." Priya knows how to have fun. And this has even... The best birthday... Yet! "Hayley laughed and took another sip.

"I can see that.” I rolled my eyes.

"You need to have fun, Kamilah!" She laughed clapping her hands in my suit. "Always so serious." She grimaced. I sighed.

Hayley set the glass down halfway in the sink, as she made that move, she lost the swing of her body, but I held her in time.

"Oh...Oops!" She laughed in my arms. "I think... I think that was almost," she said with a laugh, she stopped laughing seconds later as she saw the expression on my face. Analyzing myself. Those green eyes, my dear god. "Oh... wow" She said.

"What?" I asked.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" She blurted out and I smiled a little.

"I think I've heard it a few times," I said.

"...Your perfume is very good too, you know that?" She said again and I chuckled.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Hayley, darling..." I heard Priya's voice ring through the door until she entered the bathroom and saw us. "Oh. If that's not unexpected.” She put her hands on her waist.

"Priya! Hey! "Hayley smiled.

I helped her stabilize.

"So, did the vampire queen finally come down from the heights of her altar to join the people?" Priya came up to us loosening every word with venom.

"Watch your tone, Priya," I said earnestly, looking at her in the same menacing way.

"Oh really? I think you have something that belongs to me.” She gestured at Hayley as she tried to stand and lean against the sink.

"I can not see your name on her," I said bitterly.

"Oh, but, I made a point of writing my name on her back while we were in my bed." Priya approached me. "Come on, honey, let's left this egyptian fossil go back to the sarcophagus where it came from." She took Hayley's wrist, already pulling her out.

"No, she stays." I held her by the other wrist, causing Priya to stop instantly. She turned with an impatient sigh.

"I'm warning you, Sayeed, if you do not take your hands off her..."

"Or what?" I challenged her.

"You will not want to find out." Her eyes changed color to that blood red I knew perfectly. "Remove. Your old hands off her,” she said, exposing her fangs to me in that disrespectful sign.

Oh. That was too much.

"How dare you think you're a match for me ?!" I showed my fangs back, clenching my fists in defense, she did the same. "I could cut off your head with my own nails right here"

"Why do not you ?! Are you too senile, my queen ?” she replied, preparing to move forward.

"HEY!" Hayley screamed in between us. Instantly Priya and I stepped back looking at her in surprise. "You two stop! What the fuck... What are you guys doing ?!” She screamed, seconds before falling to the floor, fainting between us.

At the same moment I knelt beside her, Priya did the same.

"You drank her blood ?!" I asked looking for marks.

"Oh, calm down, gramps. Just a few bites in hours." Priya said nonchalantly by my side.

"You made her extremely dehydrated, you imbecile," I said angrily.

"Are you calling me an imbecile ?!"

"Is you deaf now?" I retorted.

"Oh, I will not waste my time and argue with you." She moved to pick up Hayley's unconscious body.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"I'll take her to the red room, duh." She rolled her eyes.

"No. She's going home, I'll make sure of that. "

"Do not worry. I'll make sure she's very well taken care of, my houseboys make a point of—”

"I said no. Priya."

"Suit yourself. We know who she's going to look for the next morning." Priya picked up her glass of wine and left me alone with Hayley.

4h05am

“Where... Where are we going? " Hayley stammered in the back seat of my mercedes, I rolled my eyes, keeping my hands firmly behind the wheel. I accelerated through the streets of New York, fortunately there was no traffic at this time, which was rare.

"Home," I replied.

"Your home?" She asked and I could swear she had a silly little smile on her face.

"No. Your home,” I said patiently.

Lily giggled in the backseat.

"You two are so cute," she said.

"We're definitely not," I sighed. "Please, Hayley, do not vomit on my stool."

"Geez... okay. God, it's so cold,” she complained. I took my suit jacket from the passenger seat and passed it to Lily in the back seat.

More giggle from Lily.

I slow down as soon as they building were in sight. I parked in the front and got off to get Hayley out of the car.

"It's okay, Kamilah. I can take it from here.” Lily said to my side, I caught Hayley in my arms again.

"And take the risk of you dropping her on the floor? No, thank you.” I passed her and entered the building, Lily ran to catch up with me.

We stepped into the elevator. I stared straight ahead, Hayley's face was buried in my neck.

"You know... It's really really sweet how you care about her." Lily started.

"Shut up, Lily."

"It is true! You could be that wonderful power couple, but you two are trapped in this limbo of yours."

"I'll ignore you from now on," I said, the elevator doors opened and I walked out with Hayley in my arms. Lily followed me and stepped forward, going to the door of her apartment and unlocking.

She let me through her and I walked in with Hayley in my arms, looking around, the memory of the last time I was here, popped into my mind. Their apartment was so ... small. So unlike anything I was used to.

"Where's her room?" I asked.

"Last door. End of the hallway, "Lily said and I nodded, following her instructions.

When I reached Hayley's room... I was surprised. It was so... feminine, in every way, it looked like a teenager's room. The walls were white, there were many books in a bookseller in the corner of the room, vinyl records on the other end, a small closet on the left. Makeup on her desk and a few clothes gathered around on the rug. I sighed.

Carefully I laid her on her bed, straightening her with care and patience. I took off her heels and covered her with the blanket.

I took a good look at her before pulling away. She would be fine, Lily could look after her from now on.

I was already at the door when I heard her call my name.

"... Kamilah?" She said and I turned.

"Hm?" I approached.

"Thanks," she said quietly, opening her eyes sleepily.

"No need to thank." I approached.

"So, you know... It's my birthday," she said with a small smile.

"Technically, your birthday was yesterday," I replied patiently, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What if... My line of reasoning is right. You did not give me anything.” She said straight, making me frown.

"I rescued you from Priya, do you want a gift better than this?" I replied and she giggled.

"I'm serious." She stubbornly frowned, but she broke off with a chuckle from my indignant expression.

"I am too."

She kept her stubborn green eyes on me and I undid my ugly face.

"Alright. What do you want?” I asked.

She wagged her finger at me, and I approached her slowly, suspiciously. She kept gesturing until I was close enough. "So?" I asked, noticing how close our faces were.

Hayley in response took a kiss from me. I moved a few inches away from her face, alarmed by the sudden kiss. I should get up, I should leave now, but her lips were completely addictive. She was. I shook my head in annoyance and moved toward her, kissing her back with the same passion and longing I'd been keeping for months, Hayley pulled me closer and closer to her by the collar of my shirt.

Her fingers lingered on my hair, curling them into it, with my tongue asked permission to enter her mouth what she gladly allowed, bit her lower lip slightly, distributing several kisses in her mouth following. I pulled away as I realized she was breathless, panting. I took those seconds to enjoy her face, the pupils of her green eyes were dilated, her cheeks turned pink, and she gave me a drunken smile before pulling me into another kiss.

It was slow, passionate and I took my time with her. Realizing that I was wanting more, and her hands were unbuttoning my shirt, I pulled away.

"Enough." I pulled away clearing my throat and straightening up on the bed.

"Why?" She asked annoyed. Her mouth was completely red, I believe it was half because of my lipstick and another because of the kiss itself.

"You're drunk and that's not the occasion for that." I touched her cheek, she propped it on the palm of my hand. "You're something else, huh?"

"I think I've been told that before." She answered and I smiled. I kissed her again, her lips and her cheek.

"Happy birthday, Hayley," I whispered in her ear.

#choices you play #bloodbound #kamilah sayeed #bb #mc x kamilah #priya x mc #priya lacroix #lily spencer

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sarakuper · 5 years

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New York, New York

Stop #28, Sept 28-Oct 6

We arrived in Connecticut to meet my dad and Denise, his parter, who graciously offered to keep our truck and trailer on her property while we spent time in NYC. My dad gave us a ride into the upper east side of Manhattan to stay with my mom for the night. She came downstairs with my childhood dog, Rocky, so we could introduce him to Jaxon and get them comfortable with one another. While walking them together up and down the block Mikey and Laura arrived and the 5 of us had dinner together. It been so long since we were all together for something as casual as dinner. It was so nice to all be together! Mikey and Laura slept in Inwood (upper Manhattan) that night at my Aunt Frema’s while me Sean and Jaxon got comfortable at my moms place.

Sunday morning we slept in, ate breakfast together, then my dad picked me Sean and Jaxon up to head to my Bubby’s in Queens for the first night of Rosh Hashana. Aunt Frema was preparing chicken soup and side dishes while also panicking about the caterers who had yet to arrive with the food they ordered for our meal. We helped set the table and get organized, meanwhile everyone else started to arrive. Denise and her son, Mikolo, Michael and Laura, and then Aunt Alane, Uncle Lew, and my cousins Aaron and Jack (who are like brothers to me). We were a total of 14 in my Bubby’s apartment and she couldn’t have been happier to have everyone there, although we missed Shelly who flying back to the states from Israel. By 6:30pm the food had finally arrived only 6 hours later than they originally called for.

Rosh Hashana was always one of my favorite Jewish holidays growing up. It celebrates the new year and we get to dip apples and challah in honey to represent a sweet year ahead. Not to mention, the main food is always delish! To our surprise, even though we catered this year, everything still tasted home made. There were FOUR types of kuggel, which is not surprising considering this is a Kuper gathering. But seriously, four!? My dad made the classic potato kuggel in addition to the cauliflower, broccoli, and noodle kuggels. There was also chicken soup with matzo balls, chopped liver (which sounds totally gross but is SOO delish), brisket, chicken cutlets, and way more dishes that I couldn’t begin to name.

I haven’t been with my family for this holiday since I moved to Colorado, and quite honestly it was so great to be together again for a happy occasion. We drank lots of wine, yelled conversationally across the table, and ate until we were stuffed. We could have had a second seating with the amount of food that was left, but again, this is typical for our family. We have major portion control issues!

As the night came to a close Bubby handed out goodie bags to all the “kids”. She usually bakes for everyone, but with her current health and age she decided it was time to buy the cookies to give out. Everyone left one at a time leaving me, Sean, Jaxon, and Aunt Frema; we all slept at Bubby’s.

On Monday morning I woke up to join my Bubby and Frema relaxing on the couch. My Bubby has the most comfortable couch in the world and I take a shloof (aka nap) on it almost every time I’m here. So, as per usual, I made myself comfortable with them.

An hour or so later my Dad arrived to go to shul (aka synagogue) at Young Israel, my Bubby’s local soul. After he gets back we have a “lighter” Rosh Hashana lunch with the many leftovers from the previous night, but before we that Aunt Frema and I went for a long walk in the neighborhood with Jaxon. My dad got back and we had a late lunch that ended around 4pm. We were so full, and I couldn’t believe that Sean and I were going over to Lew and Alane’s for yet anther Rosh Hashana meal with Alane’s side of the family. We were having ANOTHER massive meal only 2 hours later. I found Sean laying down on the couch in the room we slept in and he stared at me as he said “I… can’t… do this… again” referring to the large amounts of food we’ve eaten in the last 20 hours. Well, we did!

By the time we got to Alane’s, also on the upper east side, Sean and I decided to go very slow. Eventually we were able to eat another full meal of chicken soup with matzah balls, brisket, and lots of side dishes leaving our bellies stuffed once again. Most of the Jewish holidays are like a marathon of eating, and Sean certainly got to experience it first hand.

We slept in the next morning, still totally full, and hung out with my 13 year old cousins Aaron and Jack who actually look 16. We brought over pizza and then walked to the park to play basketball. I love these boys so much, they are like my brothers! They are also my favorite people to hang out with when I come to NYC.

Our dinner plans with friends got canceled, and so Sean and I decided to have a night downtown to ourselves. Sean also wanted to stop by Soho Ink, a tattoo shop not far from Chinatown where we planned to eat dinner, and at the last minute decided to get the tattoo right then and there! He has lots of gaps between his current tattoos that he “needs to fill” and so this time he got an axe. It turns out the artist who was available to tattoo him was a finalist on the most recent season of Ink Master, a TV show.

After the tat Sean and I walked through Little Italy and Chinatown to get our “must eat while in NYC” soup dumplings. Usually we eat at Joe Shanghai for soup dumplings, but we wanted to try something new. We headed to Tiny Shanghai and ordered 2 rounds of soup dumplings, cold sesame noodles, scallion pancake with sliced beef, and chicken broccoli with white rice. Overall the food was delish but way less authentic than Joe’s. Since we were in the neighborhood we went to some of my old stomping grounds like Whiskey Tavern and Ryan’s daughter. At both places, to my surprise, someone who worked there when I still lived here still remembered me and welcomed us with free drinks and a good time. It was a fun date night for me and Sean! I kind of got the feeling Sean would like to live here for a little bit, maybe just a year or two. I would never do that again! But, I really do enjoy visiting.

Wednesday morning was a lazy morning until my mom got out of work early to spend the rest of the day with me, Sean, and Jaxon. We walked around the upper east side en route to a nearby park, but it was so hot walking on the streets we decided to sit in the shade at an outdoor table for coffee and ice cream. The rest of the late afternoon was spent prepping my favorite dish that my mom makes, fried pork cutlets with sweet cabbage and potatoes. Sam came over to join us for dinner before heading out to meet her friends. Theres nothing like a home cooked meal from my mamma <3

Thursday was meant to be spent hiking with Sam somewhere upstate but because of the cold rain we decided to skip it. Instead Sean and I met her downtown and went straight to Joe Shanhai’s for a soup dumpling lunch! Yes, soup dumplings again… we could never eat too many of those. We ordered 5 rounds between 3 of us for a total of 40 dumplings. Sean only had about 8 and the rest were split between Sam and I…. yeah… :) We continued to walk around downtown heading to the lower west side and got ice-cream at a Japanese style ice-cream spot called Tayaki on the way. Sean and I had a war of throwing shredded coconut at each other.

^^ This is what the entrance to Joe Shanghai’s looks like ^^

We walked to a place in the west village called Uncommon which had coffee, drinks, and snacks but offered endless games! I immediately thought how much the Elser’s would love it here! We paid for an “all day” pass which was $10 each or $5 if you have a student ID which Sam does. Sitting for almost 2 hours we played Ticket to Ride and Phase 10. Eventually Sam had to leave to head to class and Sean and I went uptown to take care of the puppers at my moms place. Almost immediately we all went back downtown to Uncommon to spend the rest of the night gaming. This time Tomo, Sam’s partner, met us and we started a new game of Phase 10, which really is so similar to Kaluche. For the first time in what feels like forever I won!!!! :) AND I whooped everyones butt. FINALLY! It was killing Sean, which gave me so much joy. He was trying so hard to get everyone to come after me so I would win, but Sam has been reading my posts and while she didn’t help me win, she definitely wasn’t going out of her way to try to make me lose. What a friend!

Friday morning I had brunch catching up with my friend Sarah, whose getting married just before Thanksgiving! In the evening Sean and I went to Hoboken to go to visit my life long bestie Toni and her husband of 1 year, Ross. They have a lovely apartment and welcomed us with a beautiful Shabbat dinner. After dinner me and Tone spent the rest of the night watching youtube tutorials of how to do the shuffle (dance moves) and were sad by the realization that we don’t have the same dance skills we once did. Ross and Sean were watching sports but were totally amused by our efforts to nail these dance moves. Sweaty and tired, we did not reach our goal, but we did laugh our butts off. After saying goodbye and being sent off with a bunch of goodies we headed back to my mom’s apartment for a short night of sleep; we were waking up at 4:30AM to go on a fishing trip with my pop and two cousins.

4:40AM quickly came and me and Sean got ready for a long morning on a boat. We walked to my cousins place only 15 blocks south where my dad picked us all out to head to Sheepshead Bay. We fished from 7-12pm and had such a blast! After I took a quick nap on the boat I woke up with enough energy to fish and caught 5! At one point I caught 2 at once, and in total only 2 of them were keepers. Sean caught more than 10 fish, 1 being blowfish which was so fun to see!!! My dad and cousins caught a few too, and the ones we kept were filleted on the boat and packaged to take back for my aunt and uncle to cook for dinner. On our way back to the city we stopped for lunch at Roll and Rooster, an old school place thats been around for a long time! On the drive back in me and my cousins all fell asleep in the back seat, and of course Sean snapped a picture.

The rest of the day was spent napping before one final dinner out with my dad and Denise. Being exhausted from the long day we didn’t stay out long and went to bed shortly after. Both Rocky and Jaxon put us to bed that night. I think they had the best time together! And Jaxon certainly loves his grandma Annette (my mom) because maaaaan did she give him a lot of food and treats!

Sunday morning my dad gave us a ride back to Denise’s house in CT where we packed up our stuff, prepared the trailer, and hit the road to head back to Colorado for Taylor and Ej’s wedding! It will take us 4 days to get back to Colorado, but we couldn’t be more excited to celebrate the love and marriage of two of our best friends!!!!

Thanks for reading fam, love you all!

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romantic-witch · 6 years

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Talk Fast // Noah

imagine: noah and you meet online

inspired: san junipero (black mirror) - ready player one - talk fast (5 seconds of summer)

where: you meet noah throughout an online virtual game called CosmoML.

warning: english is not my first language. please warn me if there are any grammar mistakes.

It's the year 2041 and people are escaping the world's fascist realism by the new virtual reality game CosmoML. It's not only a game to me though. Some teenagers are adapting their school life into it by studying with students all over the globe. At least that's what I said to my parents. I always switch the game's timezone and go back to the '80s. My friends thought it was lame but at least I got to meet some 80 year olds who are really cool. The game allowed to change your age so 80 year olds could turn their faces into their younger selves. Which was really cool too but it lowers the chances of me, meeting people that are my age.

I knocked on my apartment's door and my little brother opened it for me. I rushed to my room. Since my parents were not home I could use this time meeting a grandma who slept with Madonna or something. I put on the VR glasses and switched it to 1980's Malibu.

It was almost night and the night club's shining neon lights were on already.

Fast Night Club and Dance Zone

Interesting name of choice, I thought. I get in and went straight to the Atari section. There were still some kids who were playing. I said kids but they were probably five decades older than me. The game's graphic designer did a really good job on that.

There were five people in the dance floor but after I spent twenty minutes on the Atari section plenty of people came, since it was the time for the DJ.

I went up there and started to dance to Footloose by Kenny Loggins. The movie came out just this summer and people were obsessed with it.

'Ugh, the chorus!' I thought. I was dancing like nobody's watching.

Then 99 Lutfballoons by Nena started playing.

I joined a bunch of grandma's dancing and swing it from there. But I felt a pair of eyes on me. I didn't mind for the rest of the song but after the song ended and the DJ started to play True by Spandau Ballet, the pair of brown eyes started coming towards me.

At that point, all I was thinking were two things. First of all; why was the DJ playing a song from last year? And secondly; this grandpa was something back in the day.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied.

"Can I have this dance, madame?"

'What a gentleman.' I thought. Boys now are so trash.

"Sure." I said blushing.

(imagine the gif right here)

While we were dancing the brown eyes couldn't stop smiling. He had little freckles around his face and his curly brown hair was added up to his gorgeousness.

'Stop having a crush to someone's grandpa, Minerva!'

But his smile was ugh! It started getting annoying throughout the song, how handsome he is.

He asked through the middle of the song: "What's your name?"

"Minerva."

"Wow, that sounds like a new name."

"Because it is. I'm only seventeen."

It's important to stay true to yourself and others.

"You are seventeen?"

I shake my head as a yes.

"I'm eighteen." he said.

He looked happy. His smile changed from a calm one to an excited one very quickly.

"Do you think we are the only real teenagers here?" I asked.

"I thought I was the only one, that's why I called you madame in the first place."

"And I thought you were such a gentleman."

After a quick laugh DJ changed the music to Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr. and then something else, and then an another song.

All I cared about that night was to dance with this claimed-eighteen year old who made me laugh and fly butterflies on my stomach.

Beautiful, dark-haired, boy which I still didn't knew what his name was.

Time flew when I was dancing with him. He bought drinks for me and I bought drinks for him.

We danced all night long, up until my third drink. After that everything went blank and I opened my eyes to my angry mom and dad.

"Minerva!" said mom.

"Did you study all night, again?" said dad.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I lied.

What was the time?

"Honestly, if you weren't studying I would ban this thing ages ago!"

"Have you eaten anything?"

I shake my head as a no.

"We are going to bed, if you're hungry there are leftover dumplings in the fridge okay honey?" said dad and closed the door behind him.

I check my phone to see the time and OH MY GOD IT IS ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND I HAVE WORK DUE TOMORROW.

I didn't like lying to my parents but I also didn't spent all my time on CosmoML. I usually spent an hour or two and that was it. I almost spent seven hours tonight.

It was definitely not a thing I do but I didn't regret anything. My only regret was not to say goodbye to that boy. At least I could have thanked him for the dance and the drinks.

I didn't went to CosmoML for almost a week. Since that fiasco my whole schedule went nuts and I almost couldn't finish any of my school work only because I spent seven hours. Though it was a harsh week, on Friday night I decided to login again, to the same place and hope the boy was logged in there as well.

This time, I opened my eyes at the beach. While my pink crop top and acid-washed high waisted black jeans were something else, my grey, sparkly boots looked out of this planet.

I asked a few people to locate the night club but eventually found it myself by the bright green neon lights.

Fast Night Club and Dance Zone.

Here we go again.

Since I logged in a little late tonight there were a lot of people having fun and dancing to Like a Virgin by Madonna already.

I looked around and finally saw my guy at the bar.

I tapped on his shoulder.

He took a sip from his whiskey and then turned around.

"Hi!" I said.

He looked like he was glad I came.

"Oh god, I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Yeah, sorry about that, my parents..."

"Say no more." He said while he gently put his index finger on my mouth.

After a few seconds of staring at each other's eyes he said; " I'm Noah by the way."

"I don't think we introduced ourselves that well." he added.

"Hi Noah, I'm Minerva. Pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine madame."

He kissed the top of my hand and then turned to the bartender and said; "Can we get your strongest shots?"

The bartender filled the little cups with a drink called Snowshoe.

We literally drank all of them in less than five seconds and he quickly turned to me and said: "I feel like, I can run a marathon right now."

"Then let's go!"

He grabbed my hand and we quickly went out of the night club and just started running in Malibu Beach.

He saw me struggling because of my space boots so he grabbed me from my belly and started spinning me around.

At that moment I feel like I was gonna throw up but I didn't care.

He finally let me put my feet on the ground.

We stared at each other's eyes again for maybe like a minute or two.

'Ugh those eyes looked like Hershey' s chocolate bars. Smooth, creamy, delectable and melting.' I thought.

I wondered what he was thinking about me.

Our heads slowly came really close and I felt his soft lips on mine. I could kill for those lips.

We slowly went on our knees and somehow I was sitting on his lap, making out with him, online. Someone I know nothing but everything about.

The sand felt like bedsheets and we didnt care for the skinny dippers and surfers around us. That moment was ours, and even if it was not real, I wouldn't change it to a real but bad one. The online was enough for me.

The End.

#noah #noah centineo #to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys ive loved before movie #peter kavinsky #netflix #one shot #noah one shot #noah centineo one shot #noah centineo imagine #noah centineo fanfic

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ain-t-bovvered · 6 years

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Bumpy road to Love 3

EDITED by @waywardbaby

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Genre: 40s-50s Au. Singer Reader x veteran WWII Dean.

Warnings: none for this chapter

Disclaimer: the story takes place in the first year of WWII to the years right after, but I love the style and fashion of the 50s so some of the visuals and lifestyle will be not super accurate, especially during the flashbacks.

Summary: Many lives were ruined by the war, yours was not exception. You had money, before, stern but loving parents,a big house,and a secret love, all of that lost, burned down. Now you earn yourself just enough money to get by, using the only thing the war couldn’t take, your voice. One foggy night, in the smoky and dark speakeasy where you worked, your imagination plays tricks on you and behind the smoke and whiskey glass , a pair of green eyes seem to read into your soul. A pair of green eyes that you thought you’ll never see again.

I wrapped myself in my black fur shawl, the temperature in the club still low as the doors are open to let the smoke of the previous night out. Well that’s just stupid, I thought to myself annoyed and repressed a shiver sitting on the bar stool.

“I see you are not in a good mood today either, doll” Benny said as he was scrubbing the countertop with a towel and daring a smile to my direction.

“Shut up, Benny!” I scoffed picking at the peanuts on the counter “It’s cold as hell and I don’t understand the need to air the place. This evening will be thick with smoke again”I mumbled, raising a salt coated finger to my mouth and licking it, careful not to smudge the just lipstick coated lips.

“Well, I like to breath actual air sometimes” he said closing the shaker. I watched him, bored, my hand cradling my head.

“ Are we expecting many tonight?” I said raising my voice above the shaking noise.

“Yeah, tonight we’ll be full. You better get ready for some upbeat dance sets” he said pouring the shaker’s contents into your martini glass.

“..Oh ...wow, great!” I can taste the sarcasm in my words. I reached behind the counter to grab a handful of olives and Benny’s eyes fell on my wrist.

Damn it

“If that’s a new watch, you’ve been robbed” he said grabbing my wrist and eyeing the watch, “it’s stopped...and the style is a bit...” he eyed me suspiciously, “...is this a man’s watch?” he asked, squinting his eyes as he was trying to get top secret information out of you.

“...I liked the style, and I know it stopped. I’ll take it to the shop this week” I lied, “...and Benny, I know the craving is strong but try not to steal it!!” I grinned.

Benny brought my hand up to kiss it lightly , giving me his most charming wink. I blew him a kiss as I grabbed my drink, took a sip and walked to the stage, where Chuck was tuning the pianoforte.

Leaning on the side of it, I crossed my arms, my glass hovering near my lips.

“So….dancing tunes tonight, huh?” I asked, knowing exactly how much he detested them.

“..Oh joy!!” A simple roll of his eyes wasn't enough. His whole head followed as he reached for the drink, his ear close to the keyboard trying to pick up even on the tiniest out of tune note. His hand grabbed the air next to my glass so I obliged by handing it to him. Standing up, he took a sip and gave me a stern once-over. “...Darling, did you eat something before this?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed, ready to scold me like a small child.

“Sure, I did” I opened my hand, revealing 4 martini olives.

When he saw that, he moved the glass completely out of my reach and downed the rest of my drink.

“Hey!” I protested.

“Go and eat something at the diner and I’ll give you another one afterwards ” he said pushing me off the stage.

I saw Benny laughing and shaking his head as I passed by the counter again. Slowing down I reached into his tips jar and grabbed a handful of scrunched bills, winking at him before quickly exiting the place missing the towel he threw at me by mere inches.

The diner across the street was small, cozy and, thank god, warm. The smell of coffee and greasy food assaulted me as I pushed the door open, bell ringing.

“Y/n! , how rare to see you at this hour. Did Chuck send your ass in here?”

“Nice to see you too, Meg” I groaned, sitting heavily in my usual booth. She walked to my table, already filling my mug.

“The usual?”

“You know it”, I said scanning the tabletop jukebox titles “Did you add new ones?” .

“Yeah, Chuck kept nagging me about it and I needed him to shut up” she answered from behind the counter, leaning with her head to the kitchen window. “Number 5, 2 as a side”.

“Hiya Y/N !” came a loud, chirpy voice from the kitchen.

“Hey Donna” I greeted back.

“I kept your favorites in that one” she said winking at you.

My eyes shifted to the titles again recognizing most of my old favourites, the songs from another time.

Oh hello there, Bob Eberly and Helen O'Connell and their damn song.

“So...” he said sprawling on the seat, back against the window glass, one arm draped over the backrest and his legs, I know for sure because my feet bumped on his boots when I sat composed as usual, were wide open under the table.

“Ain’t you hot with that pretty cardigan on?” he said while scanning the menu he was holding.

I squirmed in my seat, fingers nervously tucking a curl behind my ear “I’m good, thanks”.

I was not.

He threw a glance at me from above the menu, eyes shining amused, probably reading me like a book.

I huffed, eyes rolling as I began to unbutton it. He was staring at me and I stopped , I raised my eyebrow in a silent request.

His eyes widened and he quickly covered his face with the menu.

Being almost summer, I wore a sleeveless camisole under it and I chewed on my lips feeling a bit exposed. So instead of completely removing it I draped the cardigan over my shoulders.

In one of the pockets I found a coin and I stared at the tabletop jukebox, fiddling with it and flipping it between my fingers. I love music but maybe I shouldn’t show it during a date...did I just say date? No, no, no, this is definitely not a-

He slowly took the coin from my hand, his fingers brushing mine feeling rough and lived, but his touch being gentle and warm.

“You ready to order guys?”

The waitress asked, breaking the moment.

Dean looked at me expectantly.

“What?”

“Ladies first”

“...” I gaped at him, and leaned closer. “You are supposed to order for me” I whispered, covering the part facing the waitress who was chewing a gum loudly,looking bored and doodling a bit .

He blushed slightly and sat up straight picking up the menu again, eyes quickly scanning the dishes.

“You eat burgers and fries?”

“ I do”

“Coke?”

“No ice”

“That’s all?” the waitress asked, scribbling down our orders and popping a bubble.

He threw a longing glance at the dessert section and I giggled. He caught me and blushed deeply, plastering a fake, cocky smile .

“That’s all, thanks”

“Sure, hon” she said and walked to the kitchen, swaying her hips.

“You are not used to this” I said smirking, head resting on my hand as I leaned on the table.

“Used to what?”

“Date”

He mirrored me and whispered “I thought this wasn’t a date” .

Now it was my turn to blush “Never said this -”

“Here’s your drinks” the waitress’s interruption being a welcomed one this time.

He leaned back, smiling pleased with himself, as I grabbed the glass and drank through the straw, looking everywhere but him.

Remembering the coin he took from me before, he inserted it in the tabletop jukebox and motioned at me, with his hand to choose a song.

I scanned the titles, curiously, not knowing what to choose after having mentally narrowed down my selection between two songs, one proper and one that my parents wouldn’t approve of.

I probably took too long because as my finger reached to select one he did the same, pressing the non proper one, my finger hovering on the other choice.

While waiting I started to hum at the song softly playing,watching outside the window, my feet moving in rhythm under the table, bumping into his from time to times without really noticing. He lowered his eyes under the table and looked up again but I didn’t notice that and I started murmuring the lyrics too, missing the way he was looking at me.

“Here you are hon, let me know if you need anything else”

“Thank you, Ruby” I smiled tiredly at the welcome distraction.

“Meg told me you’ll have a heavy night tonight” she said and refilled my cup .

“Yeah, couples dancing night and all that jazz” I answered, my tone bored and already sick of the night that hadn't even started yet.

“Maybe we’ll swing by later for some fun” she said placing a jar of honey next to the mug, knowing that I’ll need it to prep my throat. Long fast sets like the one I’ll have tonight were a no no smoke situation.

“Please do” .

She nodded and went to serve other customers, while I looked at my food. Jody and Donna’s cooking was delicious but I just wanted a damn drink, for pete’s sake!!

Damn it Chuck!!

I picked up the cutlery….

“ You’re really gonna use fork and knife to eat a burger?”

I straightened my back, my curls lightly bouncing, “What if I do?”

“That just no fun...” he said pointing at me with a fry before eating it and rubbing his hands together to shake off the salt.

He was right but still…

“Well….I ...shouldn’t” I thought about my pink lipstick getting smudged, and the terror in my mother’s eyes should she ever find out. He was looking at me confused, burger in his hands mid air and right then I realized that my mother's gaping image was what I convinced me to actually do it.

I put down the cutlery and picked up a tissue. Dipping a corner in the coke I rubbed it on my lips.

Now free from the lipstick menace I studied how he was holding his food and mirrored him, almost all the contents spilling out as I took a little bite.

He snorted and I glared at him.

We didn’t talk much while eating, but I did see him stealing glances around, taking in the place and how different he looked from the others boys who were actually on a date.

I could see he wasn’t exactly in his element and I wondered if he had chosen this place for me?

We were picking at the last of our fries and he looked bored.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, taking him by surprise.

The fry fell from his fingers, “What?”

“You are clearly not used to this” I said looking around.

“Isn’t this what are you used to?” he said bringing his glass to his mouth.

“...” you studied him and smirked, leaning in , “ Are you implying that I have lots of dates, Mr. Winchester?”

Coke must have gone down the wrong pipe.

“That...that was” he choked “ that was not what I meant” he pointed at me , patting his chest with his fist.

I laughed, loudly. More loudly than it was appropriate and immediately slapped a hand to my mouth, my eyes widening with surprise at my own lack of good manners. He smiled back, wide, the flush on his face making the green of his eyes shine.

No! Not shine! Sparkle!

“Why ...why don’t we do something you actually enjoy?” I asked earnestly.

He gave me a look.

“Oh, don’t be lewd!” I said feeling the heat crawl up my neck.

The waitress came back to clear the table.

“You sure you don’t want anything else? Last chance !”she chirped with fake enthusiasm.

I eyed the dessert section and raised an eyebrow at him. Getting my prompt ,he ordered a slice of cherry pie that we shared, and he enjoyed it way too much judging by how fast he ate.

I eyed him suspiciously as he drove on non-asphalted streets, raising white dust everywhere. I had to tie a scarf around my hair preventing it from getting dustier.I tried to guess where he was taking us, looking around.

As if he could read my mind, he glanced at me and answered my unasked question. “Relax!! I’m just going to my old man’s shop. Lots of witnesses, your virtue is safe,”

I scoffed at him, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.

Once in front of the shop I snooped around as he disappeared in the back. I looked at the sign at the front, hanging over the dusty windows ‘ Winchester & Singer’s Auto repair and service’

I started humming the song from before, swaying on my feet , reading the other signs placed around.

“I thought that song wasn’t proper” I heard him, from a spot behind my back.

“You are right. It isn't !!” I turned around and froze. Dean was pushing the motorcycle outside the shop, grinning.

“Is this not proper either?” He stopped beside me, looking down on me as I eyed the vehicle and then my skirt.

“It’s so not proper...”I whispered and then raised my glare to him, chin high, “... but as long as you don’t look and you don’t drive into town flashing my petticoat to everybody, it should be fine”

He smirked pleased and bowed slightly, hand on his heart, “ As you wish”. He straddled it, taking the kick-stand off the ground, and patted the space behind him. “Hell of a show, I’m sure”.

I opened my mouth outraged and I sat behind him, tucking my skirt safely under my thighs. As he started the engine I could feel it vibrating under me. This is absolutely improper and I felt a tinge of pleasure thinking again how my mother would have reacted if she knew. I gripped the sides of his jacket, the smell of leather and motor oil strong in my nose.

My small hands nearly got lost in there, trying to hold on to him. He chuckled and covered them with his leather clad ones, bringing them around his waist, squeezing them together tightly.

Looking at me above his shoulder he winked and we raised more dust as we took to the street again.

Dean POV

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, I said to myself as I lean my bike to the side lightly, taking the hill’s curve slow and careful. Oh god, she’s squeezing me so much! I’m sure there will be an imprint of her fingernails embed in the leather. The dry hot air is messing up my hair as I close my eyes enjoying it and the speed too, even if I’m going slower than usual. This is what makes me feel alive.

Oh shit! Another tight curve. I better stay focused, at least until I get her to the top. I take the next curve a bit faster than before and I hear her whimper even over the sound of the engine.

I chuckle. Well, at least she didn’t start hitting me to stop. Carefully I bring the speed up a bit more. Maybe I’m lucky and I get to reach the top before sunset.

Finally stopping I wait for her to get off, but she doesn’t budge, her arm still tight around me. Stretching my neck around, I see her face pressed into my back, her eyes squeezed shut.

Oh she’s adorable.

I clear my throat and she let me go immediately.

I already miss it. She gets off, clumsily, stumbling a bit and I grab her elbow to steady her.

She blushes and murmurs a thanks before brushing off dust from her skirt. She turns around, fingers undoing the tight knot of her scarf, slipping it of her hair.

I climb down the bike too, kicking down the stand and watch as she realizes where we are. I chuckle as she skips forward, stopping a few steps away from the edge and I follow her.

The wind is making her skirt flutter and her hair dance, carrying her flowery perfume to my nose. I tell her to be careful as she steps mor forward, one hand keeping the hair away from her face, the other involuntarily reaching back to me. I grab her elbow, as she bends her torso to look down.

I shift my gaze to the horizon already tinged by the sunset colours.All the purples and the oranges dancing together, blending, tinting the running clouds above us with colors that I don't even king the names of. The serenity and beauty of them in complete contrast to the danger of the cliff that spreads in front of us.

This might be the perfect place to impress a girl, but this is the first time I brought someone here. I look at her again frowning. This is my little hideout, and yet in merely hours of knowing her I already brought her here.

Why?.

She turns around to say something that I didn’t catch because all I can see is how her hair is hiding part of her face, eyes big and amazed ,smile as bright as the setting sun behind her. I can’t help the smile that grows on my lips and my feet carry me closer.

“...Dean”

Hearing my name I blink and focus on her voice “...uuhhh, what?” She tilts her head “I said, this place is gorgeous, Dean” she smiles softly, cheeks flushed in excitement. I really want to cradle them between my hands and kiss her.

WOAH….ok...ok...calm down, there.

“I’m glad”

She’s looking at me. No, she's scrutinizing me. I feel like she can see right through me. She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms and shifting her weight on one leg.

Uh uh!

“So what number am I ?” she asks.

“Number?” I’m confused.

She blushes a bit but her gaze is sharper, “ How many poor girls have you brought up here to charming the skirts out of them?”

I scoffed.

“My lady ...I’m insulted!” I cross my arms, trying to keep a serious face, “This place is halfway from where I used to live and where your town. I’ve been coming up here my whole life and, on my honor, you are the first I’ve showed it to” I lean closer to her, almost looking at my reflection in her eyes and whisper,

“ I wonder why”.

The blush increases as her eyes widen and look down.

“D-don’t call….” she raises it again, this time pointing her finger against my chest, “...don’t call me t-that”.

I shrug my jacket off while walking to the edge, and lay it on the dusty ground, sitting beside it, feet dangling off the precipice. I stretch my neck behind and pat the seat beside me.

She seems to think better of it but eventually steps closer, stopping right behind me, still away from the edge.

“D-don’t look” she orders. I raise my hands and look ahead until I hear the shuffling of fabrics. In the corner of my eye I see her feet. She has taken off her heels, coming in my range of sight. I peek a bit more and I see her trying to shuffle near the edge from an already sitting position. I bit my cheek trying not to laugh and look the other way.

“I told you not to look!” she whines embarrassed.

“I didn’t!!”

“Liar “ she huffs and her feet hang down near mine. I turn my head to say something snarky and I choke on my own words. Her skirt has ridden up on her right side and my eyes follow the curve of her leg up to where the stocking ends, the suspender of the garter belt showing, digging into her naked skin. My eyes linger there a bit before I cough and shift uncomfortably, looking up.

“Your, ehm…” I clear my voice “...your skirt rode up a bit ….”

I sense her fumbling in panic, and I choose for her sake, and honestly mine too, to forget it ever happened.

We stay silent for a bit , enjoying the wind that morphed into a light warm breeze as the sun lit the sky on fire.

She’s the first to break the silence.

“Why did you move here?”

I glance at her but she’s looking ahead , her feet rubbing together nervously.

“Needed a change of scenery...after my mother passed away” I blurted out, and I’m again surprised how easily I said that to someone I barely know.

“I’m so sorry, that must have been difficult”

“Meh, not really, we didn’t have that much to leave behind”

“...I meant your mother”

“Oh...yeah ...that” I know she’s looking at me now so I meet her eyes, “ Well, it happened years ago, but my old man needed money and time to open a shop with my uncle. Once that was settled we left those few things we had and came here some months ago”

“Months?” “I work there too and they need all the help they can get. I didn't want Sammy to help, and I left school so he could continue”

She stayed silent, and raised her legs hugging them,laying her head on her knees, those big eyes staring.

“You must think I’m just a hood with a motorcycle who dirtied your homework with my oil covered hands” I chuckle nervously, scratching the back of my head.

“It must be nice to earn your own money”, she sounded sad as her gaze fell on the now dying sun. “ ...you must feel free”

“...”

“ After finishing school my liberty is my father’s to do as he pleases”

“What do you mean?” She snorted and looked at me, “You are a man, you can do whatever you want. Me?...yeah I may be rich, but all that money is not mine. Think of it like a price on my head, to be sold to the best candidate. It’s a miracle they let me finish school before marrying me off to some greedy bastard” She bites her lips almost ashamed. “Sorry for the language”.

“... I like it , it’s a great contrast”

I manage to make her laugh, but it’s a bitter one.

“Here’s what you should do “ I said jumping to my feet, dusting off my jeans from the dirt and offering her my hand. She took it , standing up beside me.

“Scream!!”

“...what?”

“ No one here can tell you what’s proper and what’s not and I sure as hell won’t do it either”

I take a step back, giving her a little push “Come on, vent to the world, it doesn’t care anyway”.

I see the indecision passing over her face, before turning around, fists clenched by her sides.

“ I DON’T WANNA MARRY AN OLD RICH DROOLING GEEZER!!!”

She takes another breath

“ I WANNA EARN MY MONEY, AND …” she pauses and straightens her shoulders “I WANNA MARRY FOR LOVE” .

I see her stumbling as she took a step back , turning around and I grin at her . She raises a finger and turns toward the horizon again .

“ FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK “

The echo goes on quite a bit before I double over and laugh until my stomach hurts and I have literal tears in my eyes.

I see her approaching me grinning, her steps lighter.

“That..” I tried to say, wheezing “...that was awesome!! I think I will not be able to eat dinner. My stomach hurts too much” I’m able to say before another fit of laughter shakes my body.

“DINNER?”

She looks at my watch and her eyes grow wide and panicked, “ ...Dang I’m almost past my curfew !” .

I watch as she slips into her shoes, tying her scarf around her head again and I already hate it. She looks good with her hair messed up.

Ok Winchester! Enough of that!!

She grabs my arm and drags me to the bike “Get me home as fast as you can” she orders, her fingers digging into my flesh, her face panicked.

“Uh….you sure?”

“Better risk an accident than my parents’ rage”

I look at her horrified and she huffs rolling her eyes “ I’ll grant you another date if you bring me home in time”

“...oooh...so this was a date after all”

“DEAN…!!”

“Aye aye, ma’am” I said smirking, eyes focusing on the road ahead.

I drive fast, wind in my hair, and push it to the limit, just because she asked.

She’s gripping me tighter again, her face hidden in my back, her body pressed against mine and, lord forgive me, but she feels so good. I think she's even forgotten about the skirt and my mind is trying to imagine the way it flutters around her thighs. And now that I know what’s under it, it makes my blood boil. I grip the handle tighter and shake my head. Focus, Winchester!.

I’m glad it’s dark once we arrived on the long, straight, lonely road that leads to my family’s shop. I slow down, check her watch and a low, relieved sigh escapes my lips. We are perfectly on time, and turn around to check on her .

I’m sure I freaked her out because I see that she’s trembling.

“You okay?” I shout over the rumbling of the engine. She raises her shaky head and I realize that she’s laughing.

She’s genuinely laughing. A big, fat, loud laugh that's brought tears in her eyes. That’s why they are shining. Those look at me and I’m sucked in, but it’s what she does next that makes me really understand and accept that I’m done for.

Y/N POV

This is too fun.

The speed, the wind that blinds me and cuts my breath, the smell of leather and motor oil, the rumbling of the bike that fills my ears. I can feel its vibration between my legs and it’s kinda hot and dangerous and is making me feel all the things I shouldn’t feel.

I press my palms against him, and I can feel him like he’s naked , his abs are taunt and I feel them clench as he moves with the bike, following its movements. I should feel embarrassed of pressing myself to him so shamelessly. But, when we slow down on the deserted country road leading to the shop, and he turns around asking me if I’m okay I can’t help but laugh.

Because I don’t care.

Because I feel alive.

Because ….. I tug the knot of my foulard and, raising both my hands in the air, I let out a delighted scream as the wind slips it off my head.

Because I feel free.

“There, you can leave me here” I pat his shoulder and I stretch over the seat of his car retrieving my purse and books, “I’m just around the corner, across the garden”

“I should walk you to the door” he tries to protest.

“You want to be shot with salt rounds?”

“....no”

“Then here is good”

He quickly got out the car, making room for me to slide on the seat to exit the car.

“What are you gonna do about the scarf?”

“Foulard” I grin and produce a different one from my purse “ A ‘lady’ should always have a spare one” I mimic my mother’s tone. Before I could do it, Dean slipped it from my hands and gently wrapped it around my head. His eyes follows his fingers as they graze my face, pausing at my parted lips, before securing the knot tugging me to him, our face closing in.

He whispers : “Same time and place? This Saturday?”

I just nod , transfixed .

He let me go and I walk in a daze through my big house garden, the song from the diner still in my head. I’m in no rush now.

I start to sing softly.

Those cool and limpid Green Eyes A pool wherein my love lies So deep that in my searching for happiness I fear that they will ever haunt me All through my life they'll taunt me But will they ever want me

I know my night will be spent dreaming of green eyes.

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#Bumpy road to love 3 #bumpy road to love #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean winchester au #dean winchester x reader #supernatural dean winchester fanfic #au

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odlt extra #2 | a plethora of difficulties

March 2018, aka the night of ethan’s drunk stream. drink responsibly kiddos.

PREVIOUS FICS (u should read these if ur new here)(srsly this is ethan x oc)

The magic number for this month was nine. I was one week away from being exactly nine months sober. I was proud, and I had also run out of people to give my chips to. The last person to receive a chip from me was Amy, and that was two months ago.

Anyway, every anniversary I always end up reflecting on my progress. Yes, I quit drinking. That meant I had to find other ways to cope with my never ending, always frustrating social anxiety. That was a particularly hard thing to deal with, and it was really annoying.

Drinking excessively? Over it. Suicide attempt? Like it never even happened. Depressive episode who? Don’t know her. Social anxiety? Yeah, she’s a BITCH.

I was trying, though, and Ethan told me that trying always counts.

I’ve managed to be around my close circle of friends (Mark, Amy, Tyler, Kathryn, and Jack when he was in the country) without feeling the deadly temptation. I was comfortable around them because they’ve witnessed my bad moments with alcohol… and my bad moments in general. If I ever was feeling triggered, I had my ways to combat it.

One thing I have found useful and productive in my sober time was my unconditional and insatiable need to mother the shit out of my boyfriend when he couldn’t do it himself. Over time, I had become the permanent designated driver for not just Ethan, but also his friends outside the team. It helped all of them save Uber money, and it eased my mind knowing that they all got home safely. It also helped me get comfortable around the friends I didn’t know as well, so then maybe I could actually be out and about with them in the future. Yeah, Ethan threw up in the passenger seat one time, but at least it was in the safety of my car. And yes, it was a bitch to clean up. And no, the friends that witnessed that moment have not let him live it down.

Aside from blowing chunks in inconvenient spaces, the times when Ethan would drink a little too much were tricky to deal with. When I would get him inside his apartment, he wouldn’t make it to his room. He would settle for the couch and insist on taking me with him. He was also very handsy and always wanted to kiss me, despite the liquor breath. Once I made it clear I wasn’t interested, he would back off and fall asleep.

Tonight was a little different. I headed over to Ethan’s apartment after working at the office like I normally would. He was walking out of his recording room as I entered the apartment. It took a second for me to notice his droopy eyes and dopey grin. And then I saw the bottle of Jack in his hand. Oh.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked as I closed the front door behind me.

Ethan looked up and smiled wide. “Bella!” He opened his arms and walked towards me.

He was a cuddly drunk too. Can’t complain about that.

“Me and Brian just recorded some videos,” he told me as he pressed my head against his chest. “Mm, I missed you.”

I giggled as I pulled out of his grasp. I looked up at him, trying to determine just how intoxicated he was. “So how much have you had?”

He chuckled and held up a finger, like he had some big, rousing story as to how he got in this situation. “Listen… when you watch the videos, you will understand.” He spoke slowly and fumbled on his speech.

“How much?” I asked again.

“Ten - No, twelve shots,” he replied. “Twelve, I think.”

I hid my shocked expression well. “I see. And what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m gonna go pee. And I’m taking this with me.” He held up the bottle. “‘Cause you’re not allowed…”

And he strode off into the bathroom.

It’s one thing to drop him off at his friend’s house or at a bar. It was easy for me to have that distance and do my own thing. Now I was torn between going home and staying to take care of him. I should go home because I still get triggered by alcohol and being around drunk people. But I should stay because Ethan was hammered and he was alone in his own apartment. Who else was going to take care of him?

I took a deep breath and marched over to the fridge. As soon as I opened it, all I saw was beer and expensive whiskey. But no, I was better than this. I’ve stayed in Ethan’s apartment many times, knowing there was alcohol in here. It took me a moment to reach for the orange Gatorade, but I did it. However, I did pretend it was tequila or vodka as I drank some of it. Just because you’re clean, don’t mean you don’t miss it.

Then I heard gagging and retching in the bathroom. It was quick and followed by the toilet flushing. Guess I can’t have Gatorade now.

Ethan stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened. He walked over, still having a grin on his face.

“I’m gonna stream now,” he said casually.

I chuckled. “Okay, sure.”

“No, really. I already tweeted it.”

This was going to be harder than I thought. I checked my phone, and there was indeed a tweet linking to Ethan’s Twitch channel. Dammit.

“Are you sure, bubby?” I asked, trying to get on his sweet side. “You just got sick, don’t you wanna go to bed?”

Ethan took two clumsy steps towards me. He reached up and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, evidently smearing my lipstick.

“You can wait for me in bed, baby,” he told me as he attempted to wink. “Keep your lipstick on. I like it.”

I would have laughed had it not been for the circumstances. Here I thought he listened to me better when he was intoxicated.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drunk stream,” I suggested, getting anxious as I wiped just below my mouth.

“But the community!” he whined. “I can’t disappoint them! I promised a drunk stream! It has to happen, Bella!”

I rolled my eyes, now getting impatient. “You’re gonna regret it tomorrow, but go off!”

Ethan’s face fell a little bit. “Don’t be mean to me… I’m just trying to have fun!”

“I’m not-” I stopped myself, realizing there was no point in arguing. “Okay, you made the decision. Have your fun! And take this too, you’re gonna need it.” I gave him the Gatorade.

Let him regret it in the morning.

“Okay, I’ll try to be quick.” He leaned in and kissed the top of my head. “I love you.”

“Love you,” I mumbled as I went over to the couch.

Of course I watched everything go down from my laptop. It was entertaining to say the least, but it also made my stomach feel heavy. Should I have tried harder to stop him?

I hesitated to mod the chat on Twitch, but I eventually signed on and made my presence known. First message I saw? “Bella, come get ya mans!” Honey, I fucking tried. I figured, as long as I don’t make it known that we’re in the same apartment, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? People don’t have to know that I let him get this messy, right?

“Oh, hi Bella,” Ethan said in the stream when he looked at the chat. “Everyone say hi to Bella!”

“Hiiiiii Bellaaaaa,” repeated his friends in exaggerated, flamboyant tones.

The first response I noticed in the chat was from Kathryn. And that was only because she texted me over the phone first.

“Should we be worried?”

On Twitch: “sup fam”

I responded in the chat first. “Hey queen.”

Over text: “He should be fine. If things get even messier then I’ll step in.”

Kathryn replied quickly. “Oh you’re there with him? You good fam?”

“lol yeah it’s all good. Keeping an eye on the boyf keeps me occupied.”

As the stream continued, Ethan took two more shots. He also drank the Gatorade I gave him, so he was attempting to stay hydrated. He was already really far gone, though.

“Brian, Brian… I love you,” Ethan slurred, clearly out of his mind.

“I’ll kill you!” Brian replied, causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that, Earthan,” Joey added.

I snorted. My boring, sober ass couldn’t keep up anymore.

“Bella knows I love her,” Ethan told them. “I love her so much…”

“Here we fucking go,” I mumbled as I typed in the chat. “lol I could never come between you and the bagel.”

The chat went wild. Ethan missed it because he had accidentally called his mother. What I would have given to hear that conversation.

After that, things got weird. Ethan somehow logged himself out of the Discord chat with his friends. He was confused, and it showed on his drunk face. His eyes were also drooping enough for people in the chat to take notice. To top it all off, Ethan put his head down on what I assumed was the microphone, but it shifted and he practically went limp.

That was when I got up and went to the recording room. Ethan was pulling off his headphones and talking to Siri. He slowly turned towards me as I entered the room. He was so out of it.

“Is the stream over?” I asked quietly, not wanting to be overheard.

“Yeah, I ended it,” he replied softly. He moved to get up but suddenly paused. “Ugh, I don’t feel good.”

I quickly ran out of the room, grabbed the bin from the bathroom and returned. Ethan took it and held it in his lap, waiting.

While he puked up the alcohol, I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and found the Tylenol. As I went to the kitchen, I heard Ethan retching into the trash can. I got a glass of water and took it to the bedroom. I placed the glass and the painkillers on the bedside table, and then I pulled the blanket back on the bed for when Ethan wanted to lie down.

He came out of the recording room with the little trash bag tied up. He was wasted and he looked miserable. I gently took the bag from him.

“Brush your teeth and go lie down,” I told him.

“Yes, Miss,” he slurred back.

“And don’t be nasty,” I added before going to dump the trash.

As I went out to the dumpster, I mentally prepares myself. The end of the night could be good or bad, depending on how much Ethan drank. Tonight was already a bad night, I just had to get him to sleep soon. Remember when I said Ethan was handsy?

Okay, let me clear this up: I don’t mind having a cuddly drunk of a boyfriend. It’s actually really sweet. Most times, he just wants to be held as he falls asleep. That’s usually after a reasonable amount of alcohol. I wasn’t sure what to expect after 10+ shots. It also goes without saying that the alcohol breath was very difficult for me to deal with, which was why I didn’t like to kiss him in these circumstances.

I walked back into the apartment to only hear silence. I took a deep breath and went over to the bedroom. Ethan was lying on his side in the space I had made for him. His eyes were closed, so I carefully crawled in under the covers next to him.

He wasn’t asleep. As soon as I was on my back, Ethan scooted closer to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and leaned in towards my mouth.

I quickly turned my head away from him. “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Let me kiss you…”

“Only on the cheek.”

He did, and then he lied his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and rubbed his back, hoping he would fall asleep soon.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my shirt. “I love you so much… so fucking much…”

“I love you too, bubby,” I said. “Try to sleep, yeah?”

“M’kay…”

Ethan was the one who drank into oblivion, yet he still woke up before me. Granted, he was still in bed when I woke up, but he was sitting up with the TV on and playing a game. He was still in the same clothes he wore yesterday, minus the sweatpants.

I rolled into my side facing him. Ethan looked down and grinned.

“Hey Siri,” I mumbled sleepily.

He paused the game. “Goddammit, not you too…”

I chuckled. “Is it a meme now?”

“Yeah…” He sighed and lied down on his side too. “So… I kind of remember when you showed up. And I barely remember the stream.”

“Have you watched it back yet?”

Ethan nodded. “Yup. And then I took it down. It’s, uh, not my finest hour.” He rolled onto his front, hiding his face in the pillow.

“I mean, it was a fun stream!” I reassured as I rubbed his back.

He groaned and it was muffled by the pillow.

“It’s okay! It happens to all of us!”

Ethan picked his head up and sighed. “Never let me get that drunk again.”

I chuckled. “Well, I did try to talk you out of the stream. You usually listen when you’re drunk.”

“Did I try to make out with you again?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. You gave up when I said no and you passed out.”

“Well, thank you for looking out for me,” he said sincerely. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be. Oh, and I also got rid of the Jack Daniel’s, and I stashed away all the other alcohol. Just in case you were triggered or something.”

“I’m always triggered…” I admitted.

There was a pause. Ethan turned and lied on his back, resting an arm behind his head.

“You know you don’t always have to take care of me when I’m drunk,” he said after a while. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to stay.”

“It’s okay. I like taking care of you.”

“Well, I’ll try not to get so hammered next time. I’m never doing a drunk livestream ever again.”

#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #sweetheart writes #odlt extra #real talk that stream was an entertaining mess #and i fully understand why ethan took it down lmao #and i just wanted bellas take on that whole fiasco #and yes there was a t swift lyric in there #song: clean by taylor swift #also im trying to compile all my lil one shots onto one masterlist thingy #so that way theyre all together #like the pre soau belliplier ones #and the ylh extras and the lists of hcs #theyre kind of all over the place #so im tryna get that sorted #and um yeah #if theres anything yall want me to write abt bella and her boo let me know #SIDENOTE the 'yes miss' thing was a bedroom reference sksjdjsjzjsj #that may or may not be what he calls her when she's in control of the NastyNasty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#ahem anyway

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Tricking the Trickster

A/N: OK, so this is my first time ever letting anyone read anything I have ever written, and my very first time posting on Tumblr. With that said I am very nervous about this, and not sure I am doing it right anyway. I am crossing my fingers and hoping for the best here. All mistakes are my own and my inspiration came from an audio clip I heard of Tom reading from a book. If I knew how to link that so everyone could hear his sexy ass voice I would. The line is from the audiobook “The Red Necklace.” I did however change the line a little.

Summary: You and Loki had begun a physical relationship and things were going good when suddenly he begins ignoring you so you decide to make him jealous.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut, rough sex, language, Dom!Loki, a little fluff

Word Count” 5094

Tricking the Trickster

You stood in the doorway to Stark’s lab leaning against the door frame. Tony was busy in front of you working away on God knows what. You sighed again for the third time before pushing off the frame and almost turning to walk away before Tony finally spoke up. “So, Y/n” he turned and looked your way, “something I can help you with honey or you just going to stand in the doorway sighing all day?” You laughed softly and made your way into Tony’s lab. “I can’t believe I am doing this.” You mumbled under your breath as you moved around so you were standing on the opposite side of the table looking at him. “I need your help with something Tony.” Tony looked you over for a moment and a frown formed on his face. You were staring down at your hands as you fidgeted. You never fidgeted. In fact Tony couldn’t ever remember you looking nervous. You were always very self confident and almost as arrogant as he was.

“Okay doll. What can I do for you?” Tony asked as you looked up to meet his gaze. He wanted badly to make some sort of joke or wisecrack but the look on your face had him a little worried.

“Well, it’s,” you looked back down at your hands as you shifted on your feet. “it’s kind of personal.”

“Oh?” Tony raised his eyebrows as he continued to look at you.

“It’s Loki.” You finally blurted out.

Tony looked at little relieved at your words. “Oh. So, what’s up with you and reindeer games anyway?” He grinned as you shifted nervously again. “Spill. Inquiring minds want to know.”

You rolled you eyes and shook your head as you watched Tony take a drink from his glass of whiskey. “I’m not really sure, that’s the problem Tony.”

Tony looked at you confused and motioned for you to continue. You grumbled softly. You didn’t really want to tell Tony anything about your personal life but since you were asking for his help you had no choice. You sighed again making Tony roll his eyes. “Ok, well, we have kind of been seeing each other.”

“Ok?” Tony smirked. “He isn’t satisfying you sexually so you need me to take up his slack?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at you.

You laughed and it help ease some of your tension. “No, that is not it. It’s more like things were going hot and heavy for about two weeks and now suddenly over the last week he is completely ignoring me. Like nothing ever happened.”

“I’m still not seeing how I can help you out here beautiful.” Tony took another drink as he leaned against the table. “You’re not asking me to like talk to him or something are you?”

“Oh God no.” You laughed. “You know we really don’t do talk or feelings around here. I had something a little more fun in mind.”

Tony returned your grin as he looked at you. “Well I definitely like to have fun. What do you have in mind?”

“You are having a party tomorrow night right?” Tony nodded to answer your question and you continued. “I thought maybe you could help me make Loki jealous. Maybe push his buttons and see what happens.”

“And if he doesn’t get jealous?” Tony asked.

“Then I guess I read the situation wrong.” You shrugged.

Tony straightened up from his lean and emptied his glass as he looked at you while making his decision. “Okay, I’ll play.” you grinned at his answer until he followed up with “on one condition.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “And just what would that be?”

“I get to pick your dress.” His smirk was almost evil.

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You shook your head as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Why did you ever agree to let Tony Stark pick your dress for tonight’s party. You should have known better. The dress, or what there was of it, was clingy black silk. Although it was an ankle length dress it really left nothing to the imagination. It had a halter top that tied softly around the back of your neck but had a plunging v neck line that plunged almost down to your navel. The back of the dress was almost non existent, it consisted of a single spaghetti strap that tied at your mid back and left everything else bare until about an inch above the crack of your ass. The silky fabric clung to you like a second skin making it impossible for you to wear any kind of underwear. Your cursed Tony under your breath as you finished dressing, slipping on your black heels and placing the beautiful diamond jewelry on that Tony had sent with the dress. “Well, here goes nothing.” You said to yourself as you fixed a stray strand of hair from around your face. “If this doesn’t get Loki’s attention, nothing will.” Once more you checked your soft luscious curls in the mirror before heading out the door.

Your mouth was dry and your were nervous as you stepped out of the elevator into the crowded room. Your eyes scanning the room immediately looking for two men, Loki and Tony. You easily spotted Loki. He was across the room standing with his brother Thor. They were both always easy to pick out in the crowd. Thor was always being loud and boisterous especially if he was drinking and Loki’s pale skin and jet black hair made him easy to spot. Tony was exactly where you knew he would be, at the bar. You wasted no time and made your way over to Tony only glancing once to see if Loki was ever looking your way which he was not.

Tony was grinning bigger than the Cheshire cat as you approached him. His eyes lewdly drank in your outfit and he bit his bottom lip as he watched your hips sway with your walk. “Damn.” he grinned as you stood next to him. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek before looking you over. “That looks even better on you than I had imagined and trust me I had imagined great things.”

You giggled softly and shook your head. “Thanks for doing this for me Tony. I really appreciate it.”

Tony cleared his throat and turned his body so it was half facing you and half looking out into the room. “So, your boy just spotted you.” Tony grinned and took the opportunity while Loki was staring at him to gently run his fingers down your bare arm. “He looks thoroughly awestruck. In fact it may take him a minute to pick his jaw up from the floor.”

You grinned at Tony. You knew what kind of view Loki was getting with your back to him, lots of bare skin. “He still looking?” You asked and Tony nodded so you leaned in closer to Tony placing your hand on his chest and giggling like Tony had said something very funny or clever. Tony grinned as you moved closer and let his hand slip to your waist. His fingers brushing against the soft skin of your back. Tony got you a drink from the bar and you and he began to mingle together. You let Tony lead you around the room with his hand always lingering low against the bare small of your back. Whenever the two of you stopped to talk with a new group of friends Tony would play his fingers along your skin, drawing small circles against your low back or playing his fingers down your spine. You were both careful to stay away from Loki as you moved. Tony would give you updates on Loki’s gaze and demeanor each time you moved so you never had to actually look Loki’s way.

“He does not look happy.” Tony whispered against your ear.

“It’s been almost an hour Tony” You sighed softly. “I thought maybe he would have at least tried to talk to me or something by now.”

“Hmm,” Tony spoke softly still whispering close to you as Loki watched. “Maybe we should turn this up a notch then. What do you say?”

You giggled on purpose as part of the show and nodded to Tony who quickly steered you through the crowd with his hands on your hips until he had you out on the terrace. You stood with your hands on the railing staring out over New York City as Tony leaned his back against the rail incredibly close to you. His eyes moved from looking at you to glancing back in at the party waiting to see Loki step into view. He knew Loki would be unable to resist spying on the two of you. He had been keeping his eye on you both all night so Tony knew he wouldn’t stop now.

“So, you really dig this guy huh?” Tony smiled at you.

You laughed softly. “Why do you say that?”

It was Tony’s turn to laugh. “I don’t think you would do this for someone you didn’t really like. This really isn’t your style.”

You let your head fall back and you laughed. “No it definitely is not my style.” You turned your head so you were looking Tony in the eyes. “I don’t know what it is about him Tony, but he has really gotten under my skin. No one has been able to do that…well…ever.” You shrugged.

Tony smiled at you before letting his eyes drift back to the party. “Oh and that’s our cue, lover boy is watching us intently.” Tony said as Loki appeared in his line of sight. Tony turned so he was half facing you. His fingers teased along the skin of your shoulder as he brushed your hair back over your shoulder. Without a word Tony bent his head and placed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder. He let his hand move to slip around your waist and his lips moved higher kissing softly along your skin until he nuzzled against your neck. You knew it was an act but it still made your breath catch in your throat and sent shivers down your spine. Your lips parted and you moaned softly without thinking.

Your heard a soft chuckle fill Tony’s throat as he whispered against your ear. “Careful Y/n or I’ll think you are actually enjoying this and I won’t want to stop.” He let his free hand slide down the soft skin of your back hovering just above your rounded ass “Hell, I already don’t want to stop.”

You turned your head to meet Tony’s eyes and he licked his lips as he stared back into your green orbs. He was leaning closer to press his lips to yours when you were both startled by someone clearing their throat.

You both looked back Loki was standing in the doorway to the terrace. You could see his was trying to keep his expression blank but you could see the anger in his eyes.

Tony smiled his award winning smile as he looked back to you. “I’ll just run and grab us another drink beautiful.” he winked at you before leaving your side and moving toward the party. “Keep an eye on my girl Loki.” he quipped as he headed back inside.

You turned so you were facing Loki. He looked stunning in his solid black suit. His pale skin seeming even brighter as he was framed in all that black. His blue eyes seemed to shine brighter even though the lighting on the terrace was dim. He was staring at you as well. His eyes moved to take you in from head to toe. He stalked towards you suddenly, stopping only when he was merely centimeters away from you. You had to crane your neck back to look up into those beautiful eyes. What you saw there made you swallow hard and your pulse quickened. He stared down at you with a mixture of lust and rage in his eyes. You both seemed to stare at each other for what seemed like forever but neither of you spoke. Loki was almost shaking as he fought to control the feelings bubbling just under his cool surface.

“Are you going to hit me or kiss me Loki?” You asked after you couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“That is the dilemma isn’t it?” Loki smirked and you felt your heart begin to race in your chest.

“So pick one, either is better than ignoring me.” You held his challenging gaze.

Loki almost snarled then and his large hands were gripping your arms hard enough to bruise. He moved you quickly, pushing you to the far corner of the terrace away from anyone else’s view. He pushed you back against the wall hard enough you grunted with the force. His mouth was against yours before you could protest. He crushed his lips to yours as his tongue forced into the warmth of your mouth. You whimpered into the kiss as held you tight. He kissed you hard and thoroughly until you were left breathless when he pulled back.

“Loki.” You whimpered softly as he started to pull back. His eyes searched your face. His own breathing was heavier as he licked the taste of you on his lips.

“Come with me, now.” His hands released your upper arms only to grab one of your wrists in his large hand. He was practically dragging you behind him as he pulled you along the terrace to reach a door at the far end that lead away from the party. He quickly led you through several hallways until you reached his bedroom. You stumbled as he pulled you into his room and slammed the door behind him. He kept you on your feet with his grip alone. When the door was shut his eyes were back on you.

Loki’s hand tightened around your wrist hard enough to make you wince and you tried to pull away only to have him pull you against his firm chest. His free hand tangled in the silken locks of your hair tugging your head back roughly. “Tell me, is the tin man who you really want in your bed? Are you really the whore that you are dressed as?”

“Let go of me Loki.” You squirmed in his grip struggling to break free but he held you tight.

“Answer me.” he snapped bearing his pearly white teeth.

“Loki I can explain.” You answered between clenched teeth. “I…”

Loki did not wait to for you to finish your sentence before his hand left your now bruised wrist to wrap his long fingers around your throat. You squeaked in protest as he squeezed just hard enough to restrict your air without cutting if off completely.

“Do you really think that a mere mortal man could possibly give you the pleasure that I have given to you? Do you think he could make you scream and writhe the way that I can?” He laughed as he looked down into your eyes. “And did you honestly think I would have allowed it?” Loki’s lips curled into a smirk that made your knees weak and you whimpered as you felt the dampness bloom between your thighs. “I will be the last man to kiss you, to bed you, whether you come willingly or not you will be mine and mine alone. Do you understand little one?”

Your body trembled at his words with both fear and need. Your eyes were glazed over with your lust at his domination of you. Your full lips parted as you whispered “Yes, Loki, please.”

Your words brought a true smile to his sensual lips and they were soon crashed against yours. He released his grip on your throat and his strong arms wrapped around your body to press you tight to him as he devoured your mouth. You clung to him as you returned the kiss with every ounce of passion you possessed. His large hands seemed like they were everywhere at once. They stroked along your exposed flesh and tugged at your dress until you felt and heard the silk rip and it pooled around your feet in the floor. Once your dress was gone Loki broke the kiss and stepped back to admire your naked form. A low growl filled his throat as his eyes traveled along your pale flesh.

“On the bed now pet.” He commanded.

Without a word you quickly obeyed climbing into his bed and laying back against the pillows. You were practically writhing with need as his blue eyes moved over you possessively. Loki made his way to the foot of the bed in two long purposeful strides and your marveled as his clothes disappeared in a gold haze as he walked until he was standing in all his naked glory before you. You moaned at the sight of him. Your arms stretching out to reach for his touch.

“Please Loki.” You whimpered softly.

“So impatient.” He smirked as he climbed onto the bed with you. His hands gripped your thighs just above your knees and spread you open for him as he moved. “Lay back my pet and don’t move.” he ordered sternly. Your eyes stayed focused on him as you tried to relax back into his pillows. It was all you could do not to squirm beneath him as his fingers teased higher on your inner thighs. You moaned as his fingers inched higher and grazed along your already damp petals. “You are so wet already little one.” he almost purred as his fingertips dipped lightly between your folds. “as you should be.”

Your hands fisted in his sheets as you struggled not to buck your hips to his touch. Your teeth tugged at your full bottom lip as he continued to tease you with the lightest of touches against your heated core.

“Please.” you begged for more.

“Mmm I do like hearing you beg for me pet.” Loki groaned softly. His eyes never left yours as he suddenly shoved two long fingers into your needy slit. You moaned with pleasure as your hips bucked with the sudden invasion. “Uh huh little one, what did I tell you? No moving.” Loki’s free hand gripped your hip tight, his fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to bruise as he held you still while he fucked your dripping pussy with his other hand. You moans quickly filled the room as he fingers thrust harder and faster. Loki’s fingers curled inside of you to stroke your sweet spot as they moved. He licked his smirking lips as he felt new waves of arousal coating his digits. Your eyes had shut as your head rolled back deeper into the pillows. Your hands almost clawing at his sheets as your body began to tremble. The pleasure was building between your thighs until your orgasm was about to crash over you when suddenly Loki removed his fingers causing your eyes to snap open and a whimpered gasp to leave your lips.

Loki chuckled “Not yet pet.” He brought his slick fingers to his own lips and you watched with desire as he sucked them clean. “Mmm, always so sweet.” he grinned. Loki moved to stand at the edge of the bed and you watched him intently. “Be a good little good and come pleasure your king with that sinful mouth of yours.”

You did not hesitate but quickly moved to your hands and knees and crawled across the bed to him. His hard cock stood proud and erect against his lean muscled stomach. Your mouth watered in anticipation as you approached the long hard length of him. Your lips parted as your tongue moved to slide up the length of him from base to tip making his breath catch in his throat. You placed a wet kiss to the hard swollen head before sucking him into the heated wetness of your mouth. You moaned around his hardness at the taste of him. The vibration along his shaft made him moan as well. With your bright eyes locked on his your head began to bob. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked at him greedily. Loki tangled his hands into your silken locks as his hips began to thrust.

“Gods, Y/n” he hissed “your mouth is perfection.” His grip tightened in your hair as his hips began to thrust harder. You whimpered softly as he sank his cock deeper with each thrust. The hard head eager to gain entrance into your throat. You gagged softly and Loki moaned louder at the sweet sound and the constriction of your throat milking at his cock. He now held your head still in his grip as he fucked your mouth rougher than he ever had before. Each time his hips snapped forward he buried his length inside your convulsing throat making you struggle for air and choke on his hardness. Tears began to streak from the corners of your eyes as he took his pleasure with your mouth. Loki’s breathing became heavier his groans of pleasure louder until suddenly he pulled from your mouth with an audible ‘pop’ leaving you breathless.

His grip stayed in your hair as he pulled you up to your knees before him. He gave you no time to catch your breath before his mouth was claiming yours once more. His tongue fought for dominance in your mouth and you yielded easily. Without breaking the kiss Loki moved you back onto the bed on your back. Your thighs parted willingly and he slipped between them. Loki broke the kiss once more as he hovered between your spread legs. His eyes locked on yours as your hips squirmed and bucked under his seeking his hard cock.

Loki chuckled softly as one hand moved to grip your hip tight and still your movements. You whimpered desperately under him. Your core was aching to be filled by him. Your need was so great you could feel your slick coating the inside of your thighs.

“Please Loki, please fuck me.” you groaned breathlessly.

“Such a wanton little girl you are tonight.” Loki smirked above you. “Do not worry my pet I will give you what you desire but I feel I must warn you first, when I have taken you in the past I have never given you all of me,” his grin widened, “ but I feel I must show you once and for all what it means to be fucked by a god.”

His words barely had time to register before his hand moved to your thigh, lifting your leg so it rested high on his hip as he thrust forward. Your eyes snapped open wide and your scream echoed in the room as he sank completely inside your heated core with one thrust. You had never felt so full and so stretched open. Loki gave you no time to adjust before he pulled back and thrust again bringing another cry from your lips. Again and again he thrust into you. The thick swollen head of his cock battered at your cervix flooding your body with both sweet pain and pleasure. Your hands pushed and clawed at his chest as you writhed under him. He quickly grabbed your wrists in one strong hand and pinned your arms above your head as he continued his assault on your clutching cunt.

Loki buried his head in the curve of your neck his moans vibrated against your skin “Oh pet you are so tight and so wet for me.” His teeth raked along your flesh, biting and sucking, leaving marks in his wake. “This sweet cunt is mine and mine alone little one” he growled softly against your neck.

“Loki!” you cried out as he pounded you into the mattress with his brutal thrusts. Your body trembled under his weight. Your hips bucking to meet every thrust that you knew would bruise your flesh. The hot velvet walls of your pussy began to quiver and tighten around him.

“Cum for me Y/n, scream my name and cum.” Loki growled as he continued he relentless pace.

Your head snapped back and your cries filled the room, screaming his name again and again as the orgasm ripped through you. Loki moaned deeply as he watched the pleasure play across your face and felt your dripping pussy squeeze tighter around his cock. Still Loki continued to pound into you. Flesh smacking against flesh over and over as you rode out your orgasm only to feel the second one build as soon as the first had subsided. Loki showed you no mercy as he ripped orgasm after orgasm from your body until your voice was so hoarse from screaming his name that you could only moan your pleasure and quiver under him. The pleasure was coming in waves so quickly over and over that you were not sure how much more you could take.

“Cum again, cum Y/n” Loki growled between clenched teeth.

“Please Loki,” you panted and whimpered, “I can’t…”

“You can and you will.” Loki commanded marking every word with a snap of his hips. “You will cum and you will keep cumming until I tell you that you have had enough.”

You body bucked again as you came unglued once more under him.

Only when he seemed completely satisfied with his destruction of your body did he allow himself his own pleasure. “Tonight I will mark you as mine. Never will you doubt who you belong to.” He grunted.

His thrusts began to falter becoming shorter and faster. He buried his face in your neck once more as his own body began to shake. He growled against your skin as his orgasm began to roll through him. His teeth sank harshly into your neck, breaking the skin to mark you properly as he roared with his release. “Mine!”

Loki slowly slipped from between your thighs and rolled onto his back as he caught his breath. You winced as you struggled to move. Your body was already sore from his use of you, you could not imagine how sore you would feel by morning. You were also completely exhausted, you had lost count of the orgasms you had had. Loki slipped his arms around you and pulled you easily to lay against his chest. You winced again as your thighs had to fall close and the soft sound made Loki chuckle.

He cupped your chin in his fingers and tilted your head gently so he could look down into your eyes. “I know you will be aching for days little one but there had to be a lesson learned here tonight.”

You couldn’t help but smile sheepishly up at him, biting at your bottom lip. “I will gladly learn any lesson you want to teach me Loki.”

Loki laughed softly as he stroked your cheek. “You are such a good girl for me Y/n.”

Loki closed his eyes as he held you tight against his body savoring the afterglow of such glorious sex. Your eyes closed as well as you rested against him, you wiggled softly as you nuzzled into his neck

“Sleep little one.” Loki sighed contentedly as he gently stroked your soft skin. *****************************************************

The next morning found you in much of the same position, snuggled against Loki with his arms wrapped tightly around you. You peered up at his sleeping face. You were always awestruck by how truly beautiful his features were. You smiled to yourself but the smile turned to a frown as you remembered some of his words from last night.

“Loki?” you asked softly, your teeth tugging gently at your bottom lip as you waited for his response.

“Yes pet?” he answered without opening his eyes.

“Um, did you really think I looked like a whore in that dress?”

Loki opened one eye and looked down at you before he began laughing, his body actually shaking as he tried to hold in the laughter. “No little one.” he answered as his laugh died down to a chuckle. “I did not really think you looked like a whore. I would have never picked out the dress if I thought you would look anything but ravishing in it.”

“Oh” you smiled but it quickly faded. “Wait, what?” You raised your head up to look him square in the face. “What do you mean you picked out the dress?”

Loki gave you his mischievous grin. “Oh, little one, I’m the God of Mischief, you cannot trick the Trickster. I knew of your little plan all along.”

You grumbled softly. “Damnit Stark.”

Loki laughed again softly as his hands gently caressed over your soft skin. “For once Tony was not the imbecile I normally take him for and he sought me out to speak with me about you when you came to him asking for his help.” Loki looked at the frown on your face and frowned himself. “Do not be upset with him. Although I hate to admit it, he made me realize that I was being a fool.” Loki gently cupped your cheek as he held your gaze. This was the first time you could ever remember seeing him look vulnerable. “I was a fool to think I could ignore my feelings for you little one and,” he paused as if trying to decide to finish or not, finally he closed his eyes and sighed softly before looking at you again. “I was not sure you would return the same feelings for me.”

You smiled and turned to press your lips to his palm, kissing his cool skin softly before wiggling your body up his so your lips could press to his mouth. You kissed him softly and tenderly as your heart filled with adoration for him. “I want nothing more than to be yours Loki for as long as you will have me,” Your lips met his again as his arms tightened around you. “my King.” you added almost purring against his lips.

Loki grinned and swatted at your bare ass playfully. “Be careful little one, I don’t know that your fragile mortal body can take any more of me for at least another day.”

You moaned in response. “Oh but I would certainly try, my Lord.” You grinned impishly knowing what those words would do to him.

“You are an insatiable little minx.” Loki chuckled as he rolled you over to your back and slipped between your thighs.

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Merry Christmas, @tmialec!

Happy holidays, darling, and enjoy!

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set your heart to a distant countdown

Isabelle was running late, as per usual.

With a dangerously annoyed sigh, Alec looked around at his options. There was an ice cream shop across from him, a clothing store boosting lingerie, a shockingly filthy looking drugstore and a bar where the music was so loud he could hear it from across the street.

No good choices, as per usual. Alec resisted the urge to sink down onto the curb and scream in frustration. His job was killing him, his sister couldn’t keep a schedule if it was the end of the world, and he was tired enough to want to close his eyes and never open them again.

It had been a bad day, a bad week, a bad year—just another time in life where he had drawn the short straw.

Subconsciously, Alec’s eyes drifted to the glowing sign advertising ‘Bane’s Brewery.’ He rarely drank, unless forced into a night out with his siblings, but today, a stiff drink sounded amazing.

Mind made up, Alec moved towards the open door.

...

The bar’s music was oddly satisfying today.

Magnus tilted his head, enjoy the way the glowing lights made the streaks in his hair glow and the glitter on his cheek shine. Beside him, Catarina snorted.

“Vain,” she sing-songed mockingly, kissing his cheek and leaving a bright red lipstick print. “What a coincidence it rhymes with your last name.”

Magnus rolled his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “Don’t be jealous, dearest Catarina. It doesn’t look good on you.”

“Stop insulting my lady,” Ragnor called from behind the bar.

“Defending my honour, honey?” Catarina batted her eyelashes, swooning dramatically. “Oh, I am a slave to you, my white knight.”

Magnus snorted. “I don’t quite imagine you as a fair maiden, Catarina.”

Catarina pretended to stumble, clutching her heart as if stabbed, and sank to the floor. The patrons of the bar were staring now and Magnus rolled his eyes.

“A little over dramatic,” he commented and grinned when Ragnor rolled his eyes at the hypocrisy. “The people are staring.”

“Let them stare.” Catarina had stood up while he had been distracted by Ragnor and was now leaning on his shoulder, blowing kisses at anyone she made eye contact with. “You, however, don’t quite have my appeal—how is your love life going, sweetie?”

Magnus’s good mood faded almost instantly. “Fine,” he said, his voice guarded.

Catarina’s face softened. “Magnus, it’s been so long since Camille.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Magnus said, taking deep breaths to try to stop himself from snapping at Catarina, or worse. He had thoughts all the wounds from Camille’s betrayal had all closed, but talking about it was rubbing salt in a wound best left in the past and it still stung.

“You need a distraction.” Catarina put her hands on her hips, surveying the bar with an impatient judgement.

“Fuck yes he does,” Ragnor mumbled, taking a swing of his flask. Magnus decided not to comment on how utterly ridiculous it was to have a flask in a bar—Ragnor had his own quirks.

Plus, Magnus had bigger problems to worry about. “I do not need a distraction!”

“Too late,” Catarina said back instantly, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Magnus turned to look in the direction and promptly felt his mouth drop because the most attractive boy he had ever seen was sitting in a corner, looking miserable and drinking whiskey.

“Go give him a lap dance,” Catarina screamed teasingly over the music, wiggling her eyebrows at him, but he wasn’t listening.

The boy had looked up at Catarina’s scream and was now staring at the three of them with a look of horrified amusement.

“I think I’m in love,” Magnus said.

...

Alec had come in for his drink, but was starting to think that the drink was the least important part, compared to the three crazy bartenders.

It has started off just plainly loud—the music, the DJ, the screaming teenagers—and slowly had increased to screaming, flirting so familiar it seemed platonic, and then the girl had pointed straight at Alec.

His face burned. Alec looked down at his phone where another apologetic message from Izzy was flashing:

Sorry Alec, but there’s no way I can get there anytime soon with this traffic :( don’t wait for me.

Alec looked up tiredly and almost fell of his stool in shock. The attractive bartender he had watched just seconds before was standing in front of him, holding two drinks with a cheeky smile.

“Hello there,” the man said smoothly, and Alec felt his mouth go dry at the cheekbones he saw. This man was gorgeous like the models Isabelle worked with, like how a god would look like in the form of a man.

Alec gapped. Words had long since failed him and the silence stretched on to the point where Alec wished the ground could just swallow him.

“H...hi,” Alec sputtered out and the man's face lit up like sunshine.

“I’m Magnus Bane,” he said.

Alec rolled the name on his lips. It felt like heaven and Alec smiled back, trying to keep his racing heart calm.

“Alexander Lightwood.”

Magus was still smiling and he gestured to the chair across from Alec. “I was looking at your drink. Not a fan of anything more interesting?”

Alec was about to shake his head, but Magnus’s eyes seemed cat-like and golden at the moment, boring into his, and he couldn’t say no. “Well, I’ve never really tried anything. But if you do…”

Magnus winked. “I’m just a pretty face usually, but I wouldn’t be opposed to making you something. Ragnor doesn’t appreciate me being behind his bar, but nobody needs to know.”

Alec took a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to calm his racing heart. “Are you not a bartender?” He asked, trying to make his voice flirty instead of squeaky.

“Oh, I am.” Magnus chuckled and Alex felt the sound all the way down to his bones. “But I much prefer entertaining the crowd with Catarina.”

Alec was about to respond, but Magnus grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bar. Ragnor looked up as they approached and started to say something, but was interrupted by Catarina elbowing him in the ribs and winking at Alec, who promptly felt himself blush at her lewdness.

“Ignore them.” Alec turned to look at Magnus who was expertly pouring two drinks with an ease that hinted at him having done this millions of times before. “I love my friends but they can be a little… extra.”

Alec laughed, thinking of Jace, Isabelle, Clary and Lydia. “Trust me, I know all about that. My friends are insane—Jace once tried to fight his school principal at age six, Isabelle would flirt her way out of death, Clary spends more time drawing then breathing and Lydia… well.”

“They sound incredible.” Magnus’s face softened, his golden-green eyes fond. “It’s so rare someone understands what it’s like to have such mad people in your life. However, I am sensing I’m missing a quite delightful story with you and Ms. Lydia.”

Alec shifted uncomfortably. He liked Magnus, liked his kind eyes and loud personality, but he had never meant to mention Lydia. That story was still a scandal, their friendship strong, but reputations ruined.

“It’s not a fun story,” Alec warned.

Magnus shrugged, before passing Alec the drink he had made. It was a duller shade of orange, reminding him of a muted sunset. Alec took one more apprehensive look at the drink before clicking his drink against Magnus’s and swallowing it. The drink tastes fruity until he swallowed and felt a hint of a burn in his stomach.

“I don’t mind,” Magnus said, smiling up at him. “Did you enjoy the drink? I thought it might give you some courage.”

“I loved it.” Alec smiled despite the flush of his cheeks. “Well… Lydia’s and my parents arranged our marriage. Neither of us wanted it—we were barely friends then, and she wanted a career and I… I realized I wasn’t straight then. We were both depressed and when it was asked if there was objections… I spoke. I couldn’t do that to either of us. Her parents wanted her to become a stay-home wife and she didn’t deserve that.”

“Oh Alexander.” Magnus reached over the bar and wrapped his arms around Alec’s neck. The hug was warm and tight and Alec relaxed, soaking up the moment until Magnus pulled back. “What happened?”

For that moment, he felt breathless, like somebody had stole all the air from his lungs and left him falling. Here was Magnus, getting his life story and not laughing, not mocking, not giving that polite and empty smile. This… this was real. There was something there.

“Lydia’s living with my sister and Clary now. She’s happy and she’s working to become a lawyer—to help kids get out of abusive households.” Alec smiled, lost in the memories. Last time he had seen Lydia, she had been spinning around the house with Clary as they sang, loud and offbeat. She had looked so free. “I’m okay too. I don’t talk to my father anymore but mom and I have fixed things.”

“You do seem happy,” Magnus offered, his hand still resting on Alec’s shoulders. “When you talked about the past, you seemed miserable.”

At that moment, Alec felt exposed, like somebody had taken him apart and was waiting for him to put up a wall. But he didn’t want to. He had wanted freedom and love and comfort. He wanted more moments like this, where everything seemed to disappear but him and Magnus.

“Can I have your number?” Alec blurted out and promptly felt like dying. Magnus’s eyebrows had shot up and Alec watched him like a hawk.

“Of course, Alexander.” Magnus beamed up ya him. “Honestly, you look so nervous. I can assure you I am not the type to make everyone I met a sex on the beach.”

Alec yelped, almost falling of his chair as he stared at the drink. “A sex on the beach,” he repeated faintly.

Magnus laughed, opening up his hand. Alec placed his phone inside it and watched as Magnus typed in his number with an easy grace. The time on his phone flashed and Alec sighed. He had to leave. “I’ll call you,” he promised.

“You better,” Magnus said, and pulled down Alec’s head, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Alec felt it everywhere, tingles of electricity that set every part of his body aflame. When Magnus pulled back, he felt like he was missing a part of himself.

“I will,” he promised again and walked away, waving to the other two bartenders. The entire way, he could feel Magnus’s glance on him and when he turned back, Magnus grinned.

He would call, Alec repeated to himself. Despite everything—his past, his history, his life—this was worth a try.

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