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genesisrose74 · 3 years

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Christmas with the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 1: Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita

Part 2 (Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita) here!!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

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Daichi

A huge romantic during Christmas, 10/10 quality cliche times spent together

You wanna go ice skating? Hell yeah sweetheart, he will make it the most beautifully romantic thing you’ve ever seen

Like straight out of a holiday postcard type beat

Istg the rink he takes you to looks like a more heartwarming version of Rockefeller Center

He’s a big keeper of tradition when it comes to making plans, but doesn’t mind a bit of nonsense fun when everything falls into place

Which is why you love to bring the team along on adventures because they make everything all the more entertaining

At first he’s confused like ??? You don’t have to do that just if they’ve been pestering you about it

But then he realizes you care as much about them as he does (hint: a hell of a lot) and they’re thus invited along for some stuff

Of course y’all also get some quality time together on dates with just you both

Anyways you and Daichi have talked a lot about traveling and how he was really interested in seeing new places

So as his gift you got him a carved map with a roll of red string and thumbtacks, so that he could plan out all the places he wanted to visit

You know how when Kiyoko found the “Fly” banner for Karasuno and all the boys cried?

Yeah

Like that but with lots more hugging and laughing

“You know you’re gonna have to help with mapping this out, right?”

“Is that an invitation I hear?”

“Oh, that’s a promise”

FJSFJDSK ALEXA PLAY AMERICAN BOY BY ESTELLE—

Please I love him; he is so damn sly and sassy I will die with this headcanon

Sugawara

I swear on everything that Christmas with him is equivalent to a Hallmark movie

It smells like joy and warmth wherever he is, and this season only amplifies it

He is such a cheeseball without even having to try

But it’s in the really endearing and heart-melting way,,, just MMM PERFECT

He’ll take you on a walk through those neighborhoods with those crazy light decorations in the front yard and buy you hot chocolate

If he sees a group of little kids gaping at all the lights, he’ll leave them starry-eyed with stories of magic, reindeer, Santa and so-forth

“You know, I’ve heard that Rudolph’s nose is supposed to be brighter than the world’s most powerful Christmas light”

Good heavens, children absolutely adore this man

Anyways he’ll make it a little game as y’all walk around this beautifully lit neighborhood, both of you with a different assortment of bingo squares printed on paper

First one to bingo chooses a movie to watch after getting back to Suga’s house

Will wrap a big fluffy blanket around you both and pull you into his chest while watching the movie

For his gift, you got a star named after him

It’s because y’all alway go stargazing for dates every month, just to sit out, talk and cuddle

Suga gave you the SOFTEST look after opening your gift and this cute little card you made 🥺

“Lets go try to find my new favorite star”

PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET

“Right now? Koushi it’s 11:30 pm”

“Just for ten minutes, and then I’ll get you home”

So y’all spend the rest of Christmas Eve on his roof, sipping warm tea and attempting to locate Star Suga

Asahi

Cuddle bear alert ‼️‼️

It’s basically hibernation time for him, because he’s not the biggest fan of cold

That’s alright with you though 😌 more coziness for you

Lots of quality moments indoors means more creative dates

A whole day devoted to chill present wrapping? Hell fuckin’ yeah

Nice music, pretty wrapping paper, shiny bows, maybe a little Christmas rom-com playing in the back — the whole shebang

You find out pretty quickly that despite how it sounds, it’s actually quite a satisfying and enjoyable pastime

Practically had to drag him out of your living room to secretly wrap his own gift

As much as he’s the king of timidity and soft™, he can be very playfully stubborn when he’s comfortable, hence why he was such an ass to get out of the room

I have no doubt that Asahi would melt for the most adorable, cheesy shit

So you not only bought him some really reliable headbands for volleyball use, but you also made a little coupon booklet

He can basically cash in paper promises for certain things, like getting to choose the next date idea, picking a movie to watch without any objection, having you make his favorite food, etc.

There’s one that he can exchange for a full out spa day trip, because good heavens he’s a sucker for those

Massage and exfoliation and everything — it makes him feel ✨refreshed✨

He was ecstatic fam, I don’t even know what to say

Like a puppy who just got a bunch of toys and a new backyard to play

Mans cashes in one almost immediately, and at first you’re confused

Like it’s Christmas time bubs, what are we gonna be able to do when most places are closed and it’s the holidays?

Then you read the paper

“Free hug (can be used and renewed <3)”

GIVE HIM HIS DAMN HUGS RIGHT NOW

He uses that one a lot throughout the upcoming days, to the point where he just keeps the paper on him for fun

“You realize you can just ask me silly, you don’t need to keep carrying the coupon around”

“Yeah, but it’s entertaining”

Cute little cheeky bastard

Nishinoya

LOVES LOVES LOVES CHRISTMAS

You know the 12 Days of Christmas? The song??

He gets you a small present EVERY DAY for all 12 days

Not to mention he has a big present that he saves for the actual holiday

Y’all are the type of couple to get ice cream in the middle of winter

Nishi loves his cold snacks any time of year, and you’ve thus picked up a similar taste

He will consistently pester you about what kind of present you got him

Gets pouty when you don’t tell him, but in the back of his mind he’s glad because it would ruin the surprise

Anything you get him instantly becomes his most prized gift tho

It could be a literal rock with googly eyes and he’d put it in a protective glass case for preservation

But of course you get him something better than that because he only deserves the best

He’s got this specific assortment of products to maintain his spiky hair and to make sure it’s healthy, but they’re pretty expensive to buy when he runs out

When he tore open your present’s decorative wrapping to discover a huge basket of basically every hair product he ever needed, he got wide-eyed

There was also a booklet of little notes you’d kept throughout the month that listed all the little things you noticed and adored about your precious boyfriend

He nearly CRIED reading them

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all that for me”

“You act like you don’t deserve all of it and more, Nishi”

Refuses to leave your side after that

Holding your hand, hugging you as tight as he can, etc.

He is head over heels idc idc

Tanaka

Another man who is obsessed with the holiday season and everything that comes with it

He is the biggest sap for this shit istg

Will spend hours trying to get you the best present of all time

And he succeeds exceptionally

Mistletoe? He’s got an ABUNDANCE on hand at any time, just to make sure he can get fair share of his kissies 🥰

His signature beanie appears in full force during winter

Sometimes you’ll pull it over his eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek and dashing off in the school halls

“I’ll see you after school, babe!”

Speech = jumbled + incomprehensible

“Uh hUh, you do that~”

He’s: adorable

I just know that he melts for really sweet and thought-out gifts

Like anything you give him he’ll adore, don’t get me wrong, but the ones done with special care and love are just his kryptonite

He brought you into a massive bear hug and spun you around when he opened a photo book of old pictures taken together, complete with lots of cute messages and anecdotes written alongside them

You and Saeko may have also gone in on another present for him without his knowledge

And on Christmas Eve, you dragged a curious Tanaka into his front yard to the sight of a shiny motorbike

It was Saeko’s old one that she’d held onto for a while, and an old schoolmate offered to fix it up nice in time for the holiday at a discount, so y’all decided to divvy up the lowered price and got it done for Ryu

Sweet boy was taken aback, with his hands clapped over his mouth and everything

Saeko patted him on the back as he stood there in shock, giving her baby brother a sweet smile

“All yours, little bro!”

Ya, Saeko fucking loves you 😌 and so does Tanaka

Overall very lovely, would cry to be loved by the Tanaka siblings

Ennoshita

After spending past Decembers with his fellow second year classmates (namely, the very enthusiastic Noya and Tanaka), he’s grown to know quite a bit about the different holiday events that go on around town

Still, Ennoshita is a pretty simplistic guy and is content with simply spending time with you

So when you recommended going to pick a Christmas tree out for your place together, he’s totally down

As long as he gets to help decorate too ☺️

Y’all end up picking a beauty of a tree ngl

It’s SO TALL

And a super stronk friend — fit for the most heavy duty of ornaments

It takes some damn work to get that bad boi inside and upright after driving back to your house

But like hell did that stop you

Now that it was all set up, sturdy, and given plenty of water, decorations were brought into the equation that same night

No rest until it’s all set up and looking mighty beautiful

Okay maybe some coffee breaks in between, but other than that the grind don’t stop ✋😤

Ennoshita is an expert at making Christmas trees look absolutely immaculate

Idk if it’s because he’s had to deal with cleaning up disorder for a while now?

Looking at you, ya second year loons

He just has the touch, fam

He’ll of course let you have input on which light colors, what type of ornaments, and so on

But honestly it’s really fun seeing him fully concentrated on making your tree the best it can be

He lets you on his shoulders to put on the tree topper 🥺

For his gift, Ennoshita really loves books, so you decided to get him 12 different (hardcover!!) stories — one for each month in a year

Along with a small sticky-note blurb on the covers of each to explain why you chose it, and to give similar title recommendations if he ends up enjoying

He was so surprised with how thoughtful and extensive it was

Loved it so much that he immediately started to read the first one, with you sat in his lap

“Chikara, you realize you’re meant to start this one in January?”

“Shh, I’m getting a head start”

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 4 years

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Rings

Title: Rings

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1957

Square Filled: Fake Marriage

Summary: “What happens when the right guy comes along, see’s that ring, and high tails it out here?” – “I never thought about that. I guess, if he’s the right one, he’d stick around long enough to find out that the ring is a fake.”

Warnings: Fluff, Dash of Angst, Douche Bags, Rifle, Threats, Drunk Guys, Gross Guys, Some Explicit Language, and Lying…

Written for @spndeanbingo

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: I am really proud of this fic. I feel like it’s not exactly what you’d expect from the Fake Marriage trope. At least, that’s what I think. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! This last fic concludes my SPN Dean Bingo 2019 Card! I made it just in time!! Happy Reading!! xx

The day had been a total shit show, and all you wanted to do was to have a seat at a bar, have someone else make your drinks, and get hammered! Was that too much to ask? Apparently it was. You’d only been in the, over twenty-one, establishment for merely ten minutes and there had already been one guy that had the nerve to interrupt your “me time,” and now thirty minutes in, another dumbass was trying to talk you up.

“Hey there good lookin’. You seem a little stressed. Can I buy you another drink?”

“Sorry pal, I just want to be alone,” you told him, not bothering to give him a second glance (not that you gave him a first one.)

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be shy, let me just one drink?” He persisted.

“Seriously, I’m good right now,” you tried to remain calm.

“Alright, but if you change your mind, my friends and I are sitting by the juke box. Feel free to join us at any time,” he whispered, as if he thought he was being seductive. It was quite the opposite. His breath was rancid, and the stench coming off of him was just as criminal. You wondered how he could live with himself smelling like roadkill!

“Thanks,” was your only reply, letting out a heavy sigh when he left.

“Some guys just can’t take a hint,” the bartender tsked, her hands placed on the bar top in front of you. You looked up to meet the older lady looking past you, most likely at the group of guys that pig was hanging around with. “Mmm,” she hummed, a look of disgust in her face, “those fellas are one repulsive bunch aren’t they?”

A small smile cracked on your lips, glad that someone was on your side, not that anyone was against you to begin with, but still… this woman just made you feel a little better and you appreciated it.

“You didn’t smell him…” you murmured, slightly shaking your head side to side with trauma.

The older woman laughed. “The name is Ellen. I’m the owner of this bar.”

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you come in hear before,” the older woman stated. “And if you don’t mind me saying, you don’t look like the type to come into dive bars. What happened?”

Letting out a defeated sigh, you met her chocolate brown eyes. “Figured going to a bar was a thing to do when shit hits the fan and you just want to drink it all away. I mean, I see it happen all the time in the movies, so I thought… why not? There’s a first time for everything. The only thing that’s different is that the main character in the movies don’t have to deal with drunk gross guys. The girl usually meets that cool mysterious strangers in a suit or leather jacket.”

Ellen laughed at your perception on bars. “Sweetheart, real life ain’t like the movies. Real life actually sucks. So… I have to asked,” she started, “why are you here instead of with your man?”

You looked up at her confused. “Man?”

“The ring. Your husband,” Ellen clarified.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “Oh… that.”

“Yeah, that. What’s the deal? You don’t seem very happy.”

“Honestly, I don’t have a husband. I got out of a nasty relationship a while back and have sworn off men for the time being,” you confessed. “This is fake ring I bought off of Amazon. I wear it to ward off guys, which apparently doesn’t work on idiots.”

“What happens when the right guy comes along, see’s that ring, and high tails it out here?” Ellen question, the notion not once crossing your mind.

“I never thought about that. I guess, if he’s the right one, he’d stick around long enough to find out that the ring is a fake,” you shrugged, hoping your answer made enough sense to her, and you.

“Well, I wish you good luck kiddo,” Ellen smiled before having to help another customer.

Through the night, you got to know more about Ellen and the bar. The bar had been her late husband’s dream, but he unfortunately passed before he could even begin to see it’s possibility. In tribute and remembrance of the love of her life, she bought the bar, fixed it up, threw their name in front of it, “Harvelle’s”, in blinking lights, and eventually it also became her dream. She and her daughter ran the joint, along with a few employees.

You were working on your third drink of the night, trading in your whiskey for a fruity cocktail drink this time – a strawberry daiquiri. Honestly. You were a little surprised that a small town dive bar had it on the menu, but you didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. You just wanted to enjoy the slight buzz you were feeling.

As you sipped your cocktail, a large figure planted themselves beside your left, but you didn’t bother to acknowledge their presence. All you hoped was that whoever it was, would leave you alone. The only company worthy of your attention was Ellen, your new found friend.

“Hi, what’s your name?”

You rolled your eyes at the interruption. “Sorry, I’m married,” you lifted your hand, exposing the evident ring on your finger.

“I don’t mind,” his hand closed over yours.

At that moment, you snapped, snatching your hand from his grasp and shooting him a death glare. “What kind of woman do you take me for?” You asked with offense. The man next to you was burly, with a beard like a homeless man, shirt wrinkled and most likely unwashed, and his hair was greasy. Why did you always attract the uncivilized ones?

“The kind of woman that likes to have fun,” he wiggled his eyebrows, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Please, just leave me alone,” you told him, bringing your attention back to your drink.

“Oh, c’mon. Let me show you a good time. You might be surprised at how much you’ll like it… and I know you’ll really like it,” he cooed, his tone over suggestive.

“Seriously, back—”

Before you could finish, another man showed up. “Didn’t you hear the woman say she’s married?” The new stranger hissed, slamming his left hand down on the bar top, a gold band around his ring finger. “Now, I suggest you back off of my wife before you get yourself hurt.”

You were shocked to say the least. This stranger was different than all the men you’ve come across the whole day. From your pig of a boss, to the scumbags littering the bar, this man was something else. He was dangerously handsome, scruff littering his jaw, emerald eyes hard and demanding, and god… he smelled good… and looked good. His expansive chest and shoulders clad in red plaid, which was definitely his color.

Wow.

“You think I’m afraid of you?” The disgusting man barked, standing to his full height. He was much larger than the handsome stranger, who didn’t seem to be scared at all. “You think a small fella like you can take me?”

It was true. The guy was much bigger than Mr. Smell’s so Delicious. He towered him several inches.

“I’ve taken down bigger,” Mr. Gorgeous Green Eyes scoffed unfazed.

The gross guy took a step forward and Sex God in Plaid didn’t flinch one bit. If you were being honest with yourself, you found yourself getting a little turned on.

“Alright, cut the crap,” Ellen came barreling in, a rifle in hand. “This is my bar and I will not condone to any sort of rough housing.” The asshole took a step back, but your Knight in Shining Armor didn’t seem at all worried. “You…” Ellen’s spoke to the creep, “… you and your buddies has harassed this poor girl long enough. Pay your bill and get out, before I shoot every single one of you between the legs. Her husband is here and she no longer needs your company.”

The beautiful stranger draped his arm over your shoulder protectively, staring down the creeper. “You heard the nice the lady, get out!” He growled.

The man didn’t hesitate to hightail it back to his group of friends. You watched as they quickly pulled out several bills before rushing out of the establishment. Your jaw dropped in surprise, thoroughly impressed at how both Ellen and Mysterious Perfection handled the situation.

“You alright?” the deepness of his voice vibrated through your body, causing heat to crawl up your cheeks.

“Uh.. y-yeah. I mean, yes. Thank you,” you offered a small smile. God, he was so handsome it almost made it hard to even look at him.

“Y/N, this is my nephew Dean. Dean this is my new friend Y/N. Take care of her for the night would’ya? She thinks life is supposed to be like those romantic comedy movies,” she teased, sending you a wink.

The action did nothing to settle your nerves or alleviate the tension raking over your body. In fact, she made it worse.

“A rom-com chick? Oh, no,” he laughed. “Should I be worried?”

The playful tone in his voice surprisingly put you at ease. “What’s wrong with rom-coms?” You scoffed, nudging his arm off your shoulder. “Don’t you have a wife you should be attending to?”

“A wife? Nah. I’m a free man, Y/N,” Dean gloated, taking a seat beside you. If he didn’t just save you from that douche, you would think he was an arrogant ass, but something about him told you that he was a genuinely good guy. Plus, if Ellen was entrusting him to take care of you, he must be a good man.

“Then what’s with the ring?”

Dean chuckled. “It belonged to my father. He passed away to cancer a few years back,” he confessed.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you suddenly became timid.

“He wasn’t the greatest father, but he did his best you know? Besides, if it wasn’t for him, me and my brother wouldn’t be the people we are today. Little brother is a lawyer and I’ve got my own chain of auto shops around the country.”

“Wow. Impressive.”

“I guess. All that matters is that I’m pretty happy, you know? Anyways, what’s your story? Where’s your husband?”

This time, it was your turn to laugh. “Not married either. I swore of men a couple of years ago after I was humiliatingly dumped from my ex-fiancé. He cheated on me with his boss. When I called our relationship off, he took the ring and everything else. All he left me was my car and what ever was left of my dignity… which let me tell you, isn’t much.”

“Fuck. That’s harsh. What a douche bag!”

“Tell me about it,” you puffed out in defeat.

“Ah, screw him. You deserve better anyway. A tough girl like you don’t need a weak man like him.”

“Oh yeah? And what kind of man do I deserve?” you taunted, giving him your full attention.

A sly smirk stretched across his face. “Let me take you out tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

“Smooth,” you giggled, and Dean was laughing too.

“I’m serious. Let me take you out. You won’t regret it.”

You looked up at him with a wide smile on your face. “I have the utmost confidence that I won’t.”

Dean grinned. “Looks like we got ourselves a hot date!”

Again, you couldn’t control the laughter bubbling inside of you. He was a dork and you found it being far more attractive than you expected. You were looking forwards to that date.

Looks like it was time for the ring to come off.

A/N: My SPN Dean Bingo 2019 Card is officially complete! YAY! I hope you all liked the fics, and I hope you liked this last installment! If you did, please like and reblog! Leave some feedback! I would really appreciate it! Stay beautiful everyone! xx

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atc74 · 5 years

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When I’m Down

Square(s) Filled: “You can’t judge a book by it’s cover” for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo

Warnings: A bit of angst, mentions of death, bad movie quotes, fluff for days

Summary: Dean is feeling things and lets something slip for the reader. Will he fess up or cut and run?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1718

Written for: @as-the-saying-goes-bingo, @saxxxology‘s Vol. 1 Writing Challenge, my song choice was “When I’m Down”. And written for @amanda-teaches who sent me this prompt: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How about Dean and “I want all that romantic shit, but only with you.” for your requests?

Thank you to my betas, @alleiradayne and @jerkbitchidjitassbutt.

A/N: When Amanda sent her request, I knew immediately, I couldn’t just write a drabble for that. This turned into so much more than that. I also try to be generic with my readers, but I had to make an exception for this. This is written in Dean’s POV.

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I’ve got this friend and she’s great. I can barely remember how we met, I just know it was a case. But I do remember how well she took the news of what is really out there. She is a kindergarten teacher, but she’s so much more than that. She’s brave and generous. She’s funny and has the greatest outlook on life of anyone I’ve ever met. She’s strong and self-assured. She’s soft and loving. She’s a lot of the things I’m not. The things I’m afraid to let myself be, because of how I was raised and what I’ve seen.

I always make time for her when she calls each week when we’re on the road and when we get home, it’s the first place we stop. She always has a home cooked meal ready for us. Sam usually bows out after dinner, but I like to find a reason to stay. A movie, a broken fence post, a leaky faucet. It doesn’t really matter, the point is, she makes me feel better and I love seeing her smile when I crack a bad joke. Over the years, she’s heard them all, but she laughs anyway.

“Y/N?” I call out as I let myself in through the back after mowing the lawn. She’s been swamped with preparing lessons and report cards and just hadn’t gotten around to it. I’m happy to do those mundane things for her.

“In here,” she calls back. She is sitting cross legged on the floor of her living room, back against the couch. Her computer is perched on her knees and there are papers and notes scattered all around. Her hair is gathered in a messy bun, with at least four different writing implements sticking out from it. She looks up as I enter the room, her glasses falling down the tip of her nose. I can’t help but chuckle at how adorable she looks.

“Hey,” I smile and walk towards her, mindful of the carefully organized chaos. “So I thought a lazy weekend was in order. No hunts on the horizon and I told Sammy I needed a few days off. Your lawn is mowed and I even did some doody duty.” I laugh because her giant German Shepherd leaves them all over the yard wherever she feels like it.

“You didn’t have to do that, Dean. I was going to get to it…” she looks around her and laughs. “Eventually.”

“I don’t mind. It’s going to rain anyway,” I shrug. “So dinner and a movie?”

“Yes! I’m almost done,” she glances back down at her screen. “Well, half done.”

“It can wait, sweetheart. It’s Friday night and you’ve been working all day. I know final grades aren’t due until Monday and you’ll have the rest of the weekend to finish them. You need to take some time for yourself.”

“But I am volunteering tomorrow morning and I won’t have time,” she frets.

“Nope. No excuses. I’ve already ordered dinner and you’ve got about...” I check my watch and give her a time limit. “Thirty minutes.”

“Okay, I got it Winchester,” she relents, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

“I’ll be back and you better have this all wrapped up,” I warn her, pointing my finger at her papers.

“Whatever, loser,” she giggles.

“You’re a loser, loser,” I groan, but she laughs again at my terrible comebacks.

~*~

“I have dinner!” I announce, arriving back at Y/N’s home, shaking the water out of my hair. “It’s really coming down out there.”

“I picked a movie,” she grins, grabbing the bags of takeout as I toe off my boots. “Beef and broccoli? Wontons?”

“I know what my girl likes. Lemme guess, Miss Congeniality?” I roll my eyes, but I secretly adore her love of quirky romantic comedies.

“You love it,” she giggles, pulling two plates from the cupboard.

“I love you, so I tolerate it,” I retort, not realizing the weight of the words that leave my mouth before I can stop them. I’m not one for words, not normally, but Y/N has always had that effect on me.

“What did you say?” she stares at me, a wonton halfway to her mouth.

“Can we just eat, please? I’m starving,” I try to steer clear of that particular topic and focus on more important matters than my foot-in-mouth disease.

“This isn’t over, Dean,” she replies, letting it go, at least for now.

We carry our plates to the family room, the movie paused on the television. Y/N sits down on the couch and hit play, I sit at the other end, further from her than usual. Normally movie nights were filled with commentary and laughing with our mouths full. But tonight, we eat in a not so comfortable silence, Sandra Bullock’s snort the only laughing in the room.

I can’t take it anymore and get up, clearing our plates. I drop them unceremoniously in the sink and grab a beer from the fridge, twisting the top off and chugging half the bottle. The ironic part is, she doesn’t even drink, but keeps it on hand for me.

“Dean?” Y/N sounds timid, watching me from the doorway. “You okay?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, finishing off the beer.

“You want to talk about it? She asks quietly, taking a few steps towards me.

I swallow the lump in my throat. All the words are there, but I don’t know if I can let them out. “I don’t know.”

“Well, how about I talk and you listen for a bit. If you feel like you want to say something, do. Okay?” I nod. “Let’s go sit down.”

I follow her back to the sofa and we each sit. She pulls a blanket over her legs. “I think you’re scared and nervous about what you said before dinner.”

I look her in the eye but don’t say anything so she continues.

“We’ve been friends for a long time, right? And in all that time, you’ve been the rough-around-the-edges-guy. The guy that doesn’t let anyone get too close,” Y/N pauses, thinking before she speaks again. “But with me, you’re just you. You’re a diamond in the rough, Dean, but around me, you let yourself shine.”

I let her words sink in. I don’t think I’m ready, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to tell her. But I decide it’s like hunting, I have to fight without a moment's notice. I take a deep breath and jump in feet first.

“When I’m at home, alone, I drink to drown out the memories. The memories of the ones we couldn’t save. The memories of the monsters that just keep coming. The memories I can’t seem to push down, no matter how much I drink. When I’m down, you give me something stronger.”

I take another deep breath and meet her eyes. A calming bluish-green, like the ocean and I let her calm wash over me as I continue.

“When I think I can’t do it anymore, when I feel beaten down and I can’t go on, you keep me going longer. When I’m feeling low, and far away from you, all I need is to be with the one I believe that’ll save me. When I’m down, when I am so broken down that I feel nothing can fix it, you carry me away from all of that. You saved me.”

It’s all out there now and there is no going back from it. I blink away the wetness, trying to steel my resolve, but it breaks when I see the tears in her eyes as well. She leans forward and I open my arms as engulfs me with her warm embrace. I let the tears fall softly into her hair and I finally feel free in her arms.

“I love you, too. And I will always be here when you’re down,” she whispers in my ear and I hold her even tighter. We sat with our arms around each other for what could have been hours but left like minutes when she pulls away.

“I’ve known for some time, you know. How you feel.” She casually mentions as we settle back into the couch.

“How?” I ask, shocked that she knew but didn’t say anything.

“Dean, a guy doesn’t just do things out of the goodness of his heart, not in my experience, anyway,” Y/N shrugs.

“Like what?” I ask, getting up from the couch and head into the kitchen. I came back a moment later and she is just staring at me.

“Like what? Like this, Dean! You just brought me mint chocolate chip ice cream without even asking. You make me hot chocolate because you know it’s my favorite. You bring me gifts out of the blue just because you know I’ll love them,” she points out.

“No I don’t,” I protest halfheartedly, knowing she’s right, but I’m waiting for her to prove her point.

“Oh, no? What about the Kiss Pez dispensers you just happen to find at a flea market. And the new chew toy for Maria. And when my wireless mouse died, you bought me a new purple one,” she names one thing after another.

“Purple is your favorite color and I knew you didn’t have those ones. They look great in your collection, by the way,” I point out with a proud smile.

“What’s Sam’s favorite color, Dean?” she asks.

“I don’t know, flannel?” I scoff, thrown off by the question. “Why’s it matter?”

“Because,” she draws out and snuggles closer to me on the couch with her pint of ice cream. “You do all those things because you love me. When we first met, I never would have guessed you love all that romantic shit.”

“Hey, you can’t judge a book by it’s cover! And yeah, maybe I want all that romantic shit, but only with you,” I press a kiss to her lips, tasting the sweetness of the ice cream. “But if you tell Sam, I’ll stop buying you ice cream.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she gasps.

“No, I wouldn’t,” I laugh as thunder booms overhead. “You want to finish this movie and then we can share all our hopes and dreams?”

“Harsher punishment for parole violators, Stan.”

“And world peace.”

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thejilyship · 5 years

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If You Want Him

First of my jilytober one-shots. This is the ‘employees on a singles cruise’ au. I was not surprised to find that it had the most votes. I had a really hard time keeping this short. I wanted it to be under 1k, but it’s over of course, but it’s fine. One of my other one-shots managed to stay under 1k. (one out of the three I have written, but whatever, I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re all fine.)

Enjoy the fluff and the non-death

They had been flirting all summer.

He was easy to flirt with and it entertained the old people that they were hosting for BINGO and she liked to make his ears turn red when they were in front of everyone. And when they were working on different parts of the ship, she liked it when he brought her ice cream before his shift started, or a mocktail margarita when he showed up to host BINGO wearing an obnoxious Hawaiian shirt that she’d picked out for him from the ships retail store.

She liked to go and visit James when he was on duty as a life guard, and even though she never would, she liked to tell him how she as going to pretend to drown so that he had to jump in the water and rescue her. And even though he knew she was joking, he liked to tell her that he was very good at CPR and she had nothing to worry about.

He’d wink and she’d laugh and the old men and women around them would whisper behind their hands and call them into conversations about when they had been young and in love.

They were halfway through the summer season- which was six separate groups of cruise goers- when James brought up the fact that every single group had assumed that the two of them were dating.

“Yeah,” Lily shrugged, walking up and down the rows of tables, collecting BINGO chips and cards. “I mean, they look at you and they can just tell that you’re irrevocably in love with me, so?” She shrugged and he laughed.

“Yeah, right, it’s written all over my face.”

“Especially when your ears are the color of the afternoon sun.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never blushed in my life.”

“I bet you’ve also never lied.”

“Not once. I swear.” He said solemnly, holding up his right hand.

“Cute,” She deadpanned.

She hadn’t thought that she was being secretive about how she felt. She sought him out as often as he found her, and they had their meals together when their schedule allowed it. But no matter how many winks or flirtatious smirks she sent his way, he didn’t seem to be biting.

“You two are just the cutest,” This was Glenda’s second cruise of the summer and she’d already promised Lily many times that she’d be back at least once more after this cruise was over. “I’ve never seen two young people so perfect for one another.” She reached out and patted Lily on the cheek, which she got away with because she was very old and very sweet.

“Can I let you in on a secret,” Lily leaned over to stage whisper. “We’re not dating.”

“Oh pish,” The woman shook her head. “There’s no need to tease me.”

“I’m not teasing you, we’re really not together. I’ve been waiting for him to ask me out, but he hasn’t gotten around to it yet.”

Glenda narrowed her brows and Lily and crossed her arms over her chest. “And why is a smart, capable, young women, such as yourself, waiting around for him to do the asking? If you want him, you can ask him.”

And Lily had known this of course, and she’d thought about doing just that, but she kept thinking that James would have asked her out already if he’d had any interest, that asking him now, after all this time, would be roping him into something that he didn’t want to do and therefor ruin the rest of the summer.

“What have you got to lose?” Glenda asked, reading the look on her face rather well.

Lily looked up at her with a sad smile. “My friend.”

Glenda shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re worried about. I’m sure he’s having this same conversation with someone down by the pool right now. I know how to spot a man in love, and honey, that boy is falling for you.”

She said it so matter-o-factly that Lily couldn’t help but be bolstered.

“Alright,” She nodded. “I’ll ask him out.”

“That’s my girl,” Glenda smiled and gave Lily a quick hug before she turned off and headed to a different part of the boat, “I still can’t believe you two aren’t already together though. You flirt more than anyone else on this ship.” Lily laughed, unable to argue with her.

The next day, Lily and James were working together in the BINGO hall and Glenda was sitting in the front row. Lily could tell that she was trying to ask Lily if she’d asked James yet. Lily just kept shaking her head. She hadn’t. She wanted to wait until the two of the had a moment alone, until they weren’t both working.

But the longer the night went on, the more obvious Glenda was being about things.

James looked between Glenda and Lily, and Lily sighed.

“What’s going on?” James asked.

“I promise you that I wanted to do this nicely,” Lily said, looking at him and then reached for the microphone. He’d been calling the numbers today, so it was in front of him. He handed it off to her.

“Do what nicely? Are you going to tell off Glenda?”

“Later,” Lily nodded. “James, I need to ask you something.” She said into the microphone.

James’ brow shot up his forehead.

“And I need to do it before Glenda does it for me, so here we go,” She took a deep breath and looked over him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Will you go out with me?”

James looked confused for a moment, and then his mouth quirked up at the corners and he let out a laugh, the kind of laugh that made Lily’s heart stop pounding and start fluttering. “Wait,” He ran his hand through his hair. “Have I not asked you out already?”

“See!” Glenda called out.

“Hush,” Lily looked over at her quickly and then back at James. “No, you know that you haven’t.”

“I was getting to it,” He shrugged. “But yeah, I checked the schedule and we both have Wednesday afternoon off.”

“Yeah?” She wanted to tease him, say something clever perhaps, but she was just giddy and relieved that she had finally worked up the nerve, and that she had been right.

“Yeah, I’d love to go out with you, Evans.”

Lily might have kissed him, had the room of elderly people not started clapping and cheering for them. She almost decided that she didn’t care, but then Glenda wolf-whistled and Lily had to hide her face.

Luckily, there would be plenty of time to kiss him later.

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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Live From Garden Lodge

Written for my DL server Bingo Card for the prompt Social Media AU. Also an AU in which we have Freddie and Jim with us in current times!

It took me ages to finally pull something together for this prompt, but this was fun to write, once it finally came to me! If there’s interest and I can get my WIP list managed again, I might consider writing a follow-up in the future, especially if folks are interested!

A quick synopsis: the lads and a livestream during the current pandemic.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“This feels like a bad idea,” Freddie said gently.

Around him, Adam, Brian, and John were fussing with their phones, the webcam setup, and god only knew what else (it wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in learning about it, but right now it was all horribly overwhelming, since they’d more or less sprung the idea of a livestream on him.) All of it had taken over the spare room in Garden Lodge that Freddie had volunteered for use for the event.

“It’ll be fine,” Roger reassured. “Hm. Brian, We have to post about this, right? With the link?”

“On Instagram, yes, that’s what we said we’d do earlier in the week when we announced this,” Brian said, shuffling some of the equipment over, only for John to immediately move it back to its original spot. “Are you asking me to do it for you?”

“Not exactly,” Roger said. “I remember how.”

“Do you?” Brian asked.

“...I haven’t called Sarina to let her know how we’re doing,” Roger said. “I should do that.”

“Don’t call her to beg her to do it, just let me help you,” Brian held out his hand for Roger’s phone. “There’s no shame in it. How much tech have we had to learn over the years; so what if you can’t remember how to use some of the newer stuff?”

Roger frowned, but handed it over. “As if you don’t forget how to post things on there too.”

“I do,” Brian said. “On occasion.”

“Oh, just ‘on occasion’?” Roger scoffed.

“Both of you, stop,” Adam interjected gently. “Or I will reveal just how many texts I have from all of you, asking me how to do this or that online or on an app.”

“You’ve only got the one from me,” John protested.

“Yes, and that one was just you texting me your number,” Adam said. “I wasn’t counting that one. I think you could do circles around me with most electronics.”

“I try,” John said, and batted away Brian’s hand as he reached for a cord. “I’ve got it as it should be! Let it alone!”

“Grumpy,” Brian teased, settling onto the couch near Freddie, tapping at the screen of Roger’s phone. “Roger!”

“What?” Roger asked. “Something wrong with logging into it?”

“You left your password as ‘Password!’” Brian scoffed. “We’ve talked about this!”

“Oh, and what are all yours? Password1?”

Brian went quiet, and resumed his tapping.

“Is this something they really want?” Freddie asked. “The fans, I mean. Surely, this won’t be as interesting as they’re thinking-”

“The last few times we’ve done any livestreams, video Q and As,” Adam interrupted him. “They’ve asked where you and John are. They know you both don’t want to be doing this all the time, and the majority are great, and respect that. That said, I think some of it is just out of worry. They want to see you both too, know that you’re okay, doing well, especially with everything going on. As it is, I answered so many messages and comments asking if we were quarantining together and doing this all safely, to reassure them that we were.”

Freddie nodded, but it was evident to everyone that he wasn’t shaken of the uncertainty of the situation.

“I get it,” Adam said. “It’s...a little weird. No matter how many times you do it, talking to a camera, knowing that people are watching, but you can’t tell unless they comment or react. We don’t have to make this a regular thing, if you guys don’t like it. Brian does enough like this to keep most of the fans busy, I think.”

Brian smiled. “You do quite a bit yourself.”

Adam nodded. “And if we still want to give them something else, there are options. A podcast, or videos we can make ahead of time and release every other month, or something. I think a lot of them are feeling alone, and it’s a nice connection, you know? To feel like you’re shooting the shit with a musician you like.”

“Jacky and some others from the fan club are moderating for us as well,” John added. “So if anyone crosses lines, gets out of hand, they’ll be politely warned once, and then kicked off the stream if they can’t behave.”

“I’ll try, if nothing else,” Freddie said. “Have they given us some idea of what they want us to talk about?”

“When we asked on Instagram and YouTube,” Brian replied. “We mostly got requests for tour stories. Behind the scenes things, stories from the studio. Nothing too wild.”

“Except for that one,” Adam giggled. “Pretty obviously just fucking with us, but it was funny, even if they aren’t getting an answer to their question.”

“Dare I ask what it was?” Freddie smiled. “How horribly salacious was it?”

“Asking how often we’ve seen each other naked, things like that,” Roger scoffed. “As if we’d even be able to keep track of that. I’ve never tried, but if I had, surely I would have lost count by...god, probably ‘77? And the millionth too-small shared dressing room, where you either strip in front of everyone or perform in whatever you wore to the venue.”

“A few were a bit insensitive,” Brian winced. “I feel it would be wrong not to tell you that. Asking about Jim and yourself, your health, John being away, and not asking in the kindest way, either...”

A bit of tension entered the room. It was an unspoken rule that the nineties and the horribly close call they’d had in nearly losing Freddie was talked about only if Freddie brought it up, and if he asked for the talking to stop, it did immediately. As it was, it was still a sensitive topic when interviewers tried to bring up the break Freddie had taken, and that he had helped them bring Adam in as a co-lead singer/frontman. The rags seemed to always want to pit it as Adam vs. Freddie, when it wasn’t like that and never had been, and anyone close to them knew how upsetting it was to both Freddie and Adam.

There was also the unspoken rule that John’s break from the band (during the same period as Freddie’s) was handled the same way. If he was comfortable talking about it, fine. If he wanted discussion over it to stop, then it stopped.

“Well,” Freddie said slowly. “We’ll see. If anyone asks during this stream, maybe I’ll address some of it. I don’t want to think they were all intending to be crass or rude, after all.”

“But at the same time, you’d like to tell the ones who are that way to fuck off?” Roger guessed.

“Yeah,” Freddie admitted. “Some of them are younger though, they don’t know any better, I figure. I’m trying to be understanding, in my old age.”

“Shush,” John laughed as he finished the last of the setup. “You’ve still got nearly all your damned hair, and at most of its natural color, no less. Old, my ass.”

“I’m the oldest out of all of you,” Freddie said. “Don’t talk back to your elders.”

“I dare you to say that on the stream,” Roger chuckled. “See how the kids react to that!”

“I’m sure they’ll be wild enough,” Freddie said. “I won’t antagonize them more unless they ask for it.”

“Talk like that and you’ll get half of them calling you Daddy,” Adam smirked. “And that’s a...different thing, now, with the internet.”

“I’m aware,” Freddie said, and the room went quiet. “What? Just because I don’t do all this social media shit doesn’t mean I don’t go online! I email all of you, for fuck’s sake!”

“Right,” Adam said. “But that particular trend is a, well. A sexual one. So I suppose I didn’t expect...but you know what? That’s on me. I shouldn’t underestimate any of you, frankly.”

“Dangerous thing, that,” Roger nodded. “We’re all just powder kegs, don’t you know, Adam?”

“I should probably know by now,” Adam laughed. “Do the powder kegs want tea, before we get started?”

“Already on it,” Phoebe had a tray in his hands, pushing aside the door, a few cats following him as he walked in.

“What would we do without you?” Freddie smiled, helping him settle the tray on one of the few empty surfaces in the room.

“Make your own tea, I suppose,” Phoebe chuckled. “Or make Adam do it, perhaps?”

“I would look good in an apron, in the kitchen,” Adam said. “If you take a vacation, we’ll have to give it a try.”

“If you can teach this one to use a microwave, go for it,” Phoebe said, gesturing to Freddie, who let out a gasp of faux-shock.

“I know how to use it,” Freddie defended. “I just don’t give a shit to use it if one of you will do it for me. It’s valid, as the kids say.”

“They do say,” Adam nodded sagely.

“Nearly time,” John noted, and they crowded together on the couch as Phoebe herded the cats out and shut the door to the room behind him.

---

“Songs with Adam, that have been written?” Freddie read off the screen. “Would I let them be released?”

He scoffed. “Of course! But I can’t say anymore, secrets, secrets...”

“As it is,” Brian noted. “I just got a text from Mr. Jim Beach. He said ‘say no more!’“

“See?” Freddie gestured at the camera, as if he was talking face-to-face with a friend, and not at the thousands of people that were watching the stream, according to Jacky, who was texting them updates re: moderation of the stream. “Strangled from giving you anymore information, I tell you! You’ll all have to be patient!”

A stream of happy emoji reactions flooded in, and he smiled.

“Not as bad as you thought?” Roger whispered as Brian took over for a moment, addressing a question about his stereoscopic company.

“Not so bad,” Freddie replied quietly. “Could almost get used to this, on occasion.”

“Monthly, or every other, maybe,” Roger agreed.

Adam winced at the next question. “I know, we’d like to be out playing as well. But it’s not safe yet, and I know you all know that already, but it bears repeating. Masks on, social distancing, and if we’re lucky, maybe we’ll be back to playing shows in some places by the end of next year.”

“And that’s probably a bit generous of an estimation,” Brian said. “We’ve got health in general to consider, not just the virus. We want to be out there as badly as you want to come see us, but we’ve got to do it safely. Doctor’s orders, family’s orders, friend’s orders!”

“Could do something like this, couldn’t we?” Freddie suggested, and the emoji reactions pinged loudly and quickly. “I mean, it won’t be anything like a proper stage show, mind. Anyone coming in with that expectation should leave it at the door. But I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

“We’ll put it on the list,” John said, and laughed at the first comment that came up. “Yes, I’m still here. Sitting aside, drinking my tea. I had retired, essentially, you know! I’ve got to warm back up to all this.”

“I think you’re doing wonderfully,” Freddie said. “Oh, what’s this one? How is Jim? Ah, well-”

Before he could finish his sentence the door popped open, and in ran the latest adoption. A black cat, that despite all attempts to rename it, only responded to the name ‘Cat.’

“You aren’t supposed to be in here right now,” Freddie scolded as he picked Cat up. “Well then, say hello to everyone!”

The chat flooded with comments and heart emojis as Cat meowed at the camera.

“Now, to answer your question,” Freddie started, only to be interrupted again as Jim rushed in. “Never mind, he can tell you himself!”

“Sorry?” Jim asked, taking Cat from Freddie’s arms.

“They want to know how you are,” Freddie said, and gave a sweeping gesture towards the camera. “So, how are you?”

“Failing to wrangle cats?” Jim laughed softly. “Sorry about this, by the way. He knows how to jump at the door handles until they open...”

“It would be a talent, if he used it for good,” Freddie said, giving Cat a quick kiss on the head. “But he came from a rough home, according to the shelter. He’s still learning how to use his powers for good, aren’t you?”

Cat mewed, and wriggled in Jim’s hands.

“We’d better go,” Jim said, and out of habit, leaned down for a kiss from Freddie, who more than happily leaned up to meet him for it.

The chat exploded.

“Goodness,” Freddie blushed. “I’ll agree with the first comment I saw now: he gets to kiss me, so he must be doing well! I suppose he must be. Including myself in that, since I get to kiss him.”

“Can we meet the other cats?” Adam read off the screen. “Freddie?”

“That would be an undertaking,” Freddie smiled. “And we’re nearly at time, aren’t we?”

“Unfortunately, we are,” Brian confirmed. “But it’s been a good hour or two here, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” Freddie said. “To answer all those comments coming up, will we do this again? I know it was hinging on myself and John...”

He looked to John, who smiled and nodded.

“We will indeed be doing this again. Maybe not on a regular schedule, but with plenty of time to make sure you all are ready to join us. The lads here mentioned some other options we have to talk to all of you, podcasts, things like that. Maybe we’ll look into those yet, especially if we’re all to be stuck at home for some time. A way to keep all of us sane, hm?”

The chat was full of happy replies and comments and emojis as they said good-byes and closed out the stream.

“You mean it?” Brian smiled.

Freddie nodded. “I don’t think I’ll ever be help in setting all of the gear for it up.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” John said. “No worries.”

“We can help too,” Roger said.

“Sure,” John said, but he shook his head just a bit as he caught Freddie’s eye.

“It was wonderful though. They really just wanted to hear us blather, to tell them stories,” Freddie said. “I mean, I know you all told me about their want for that when I first came back years ago, but I didn’t realize how strong it was.”

“Especially now,” Adam nodded. “People are lonely and scared, missing human connection.”

“I didn’t realize how good it would feel to have that with them,” Freddie admitted. “And kudos to Jacky and the lot looking after it all. It must not have been too bad?”

John shook his head. “Nah, not too bad. She texted me the grand total of people kicked, only round ten of them.”

“That is surprisingly good,” Adam said, and seemed legitimately shocked. “Then again, we’ve got good fans, don’t we? Don’t have to worry so much about them getting out of hand.”

“Aside from the question or two about our undressing in front of each other,” Roger smirked. “But they are good. I’m happy we’ll be doing this again for them. Gives us something to do, to keep us from going mad as well.”

“...Got to be over 400,” John mused.

“What?” Brian asked.

“Times we’ve seen each other naked, changing for shows, and all that,” John replied.

“Have you been thinking about that this whole time?” Adam giggled.

“Well, that’s with your count in as well, Adam, but that one is a bit lower of a number to add in. Even so, if we consider how many shows we’ve played, occasionally with multiple outfit changes...It’s an interesting stat, is all I’m saying. I can see why they asked,” John said, as sensibly as if he was discussing the weather.

Brian shook his head. “Well then. If that person asks us again, we’ll have an answer for them!”

“Speaking of the requests,” Freddie said. “We didn’t talk much about backstage going ons and all that this time. We could focus on that maybe, for the next one? If they’re all still interested, of course.”

“I think they’ll be plenty interested,” Roger said. “And I like that idea. Shall we just plan out the next one, before we clean all this up?”

The empty cups of tea accumulated, alongside a few plates of various snacks, over the rest of the night as they worked. The actual setup wouldn’t be cleaned up until nearly midnight, but by then, they not only had the next few livestreams planned, but also the first episode of a podcast. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to show that even if the world was currently down, it wouldn’t keep them down and out.

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