#this is what he get's for being the Dean's special bunny
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honestly, House's 'I have tenure' attitude is one of the funniest aspects of the character. He comes in late, leaves early, doesn't read his mail, doesn't write reports or do any paperwork, doesn't do conferences, regularly skips out on clinic time and even when it comes to meeting his regular 'one patient per week' quota, he'll either just hide from Cuddy after curing one or if she tells him to do his job he'll just be like "no❤️" and go to his office to play with his yo-yo or bounce balls against the wall or hang out with Wilson on company time. 'I've been through three regime-changes at this hospital'
Anti-work king.
#Also his department is constantly losing money he makes up a significant share of the hospital's legal costs and he keeps destroying MRIs#this is what he get's for being the Dean's special bunny#house md#fandom
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Little Wing, chapter 6
“Cloppy,” said Cas, firmly. “Her name is Cloppy. She’s my horsey.”
Carlos ruffled Cas’s hair. “Of course she is. And if you want, she can go in a special horsey bath so she’s all clean.”
Cas patted his hair back into place, frowning. “She might not like that.”
“Bring her up to the house later, and you can watch her go around and around in the washer.” He stood up. “I mean it - we’re up the path just past the parking lot. Come up later and you can do whatever laundry you have.”
“Thanks,” said Dean. “We’ll do that.” Shit. Laundry. When he just wanted to lie down and chill the fuck out. And maybe even sleep. For a change.
Carlos left, and Dean dumped his load of treasure outside the hut, arms aching, especially the injured one which was stiff and sore. Cas’s gaze was fixed on Carlos’ departing back. “Cloppy isn’t laundwy,” he said crossly. “And I don’t fink she wants to go awound and awound.”
Uff. Laundry and a battle to be fought. His arm twinged sharply as he picked up the surfboard. “Well Cloppy ain’t going anywhere near your bed if she don’t get washed up,” said Dean. “So think on that before you kick up a fuss.”
Cas humphed and kicked his legs in the sand, carving out a hollow beneath his chair, Cloppy clutched to his chest.
Now Dean was being a bitch. Cas was just a little kid. Jack would be pissed with Dean if he knew he was being a mean bastard. But Jack was God, so of course he knew. He’d probably be here any minute to pick Cas up and take him somewhere else, where he’d be looked after better.
Dean leant the surfboard against the side of the hut. He set the big bucket just outside the door and left the small bucket and the spades inside it.
Cas clutched his stuffed horse-thing and whispered to it.
Huh. It was just like when Sammy had that tattered old stuffed rabbit. What had that thing’s name been? Carrots. Typical Sammy, naming his toy after a vegetable. He’d screeched like a banshee whenever Dean had shoved it in the washer along with the clothes.
Bunnies can’t swim, you jerk! Little Sam had kicked him hard, and he’d had a bruise on his shin for more than a week.
Sure they can swim, bitch. Just you’re too stupid to read Watership Down or you’d know that. He’d had to hide that one from Dad. Reading a book about talking rabbits? Dad would have freaked. Dean smirked at the memory. Carrots could’ve won an Olympic gold in swimming, the amount of times he’d had to be washed.
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Sweet inspiration - Chapter 8
@kenkopanda-art <3
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Pairing: CEO!Levi x Fem!Reader
Genre and tags: romance, fluff, modern AU, fluff, falling in love, cute, tattooed reader, sweet, relationship development, plot development.
Concept: You and Levi finish off his outfit together and he fusses over you and how much heart you put into it. You're both finally in Italy in the winter with snow. Levi's birthday is getting closer. Levi takes you out on a date and surprises you with something at the end. The fashion show has arrived and Dean reveals who told him the rumour about Levi. Levi begins to plan his next steps with Layla.
Part1 Part 2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part9 Part10 The end
Levi made two smoothies full of delicious fruit. He put them on the tray and added a nice selection of mochi and other snacks. He picked up the tray and walked into his office to see you sticking your tongue out as you used the sewing machine. He smiled softly at how cute you looked as you focused. He placed the tray down and watched you for a moment.
He moved behind you and sat in his chair. He slid closer and sat right behind you. He leaned and spoke against your ear. “Need help, my love?”
You blushed a little. “S-Sure.”
He put his arms around you. “Steady with it, okay? You have to be gentle.” He kissed your ear. “Feed it in slowly like you’re being soft and delicate with a lover.”
You hummed a laugh. “I’m not surprised you’re good at this. You’re incredible with your hands.”
He pulled from your hands and pushed them under your jumper. “You’re so soft.”
You shivered at his warm hands over your skin. “Levi.”
He kissed and nipped your neck. “You’re such a wonderful bunny making this grumpy bear a nice outfit.”
You squeaked when you felt pain in your hand. You yanked your hand from the machine and started welling up. “Ow.”
Levi grabbed your hand to see it was bleeding. “Tch, sorry this was my fault. I was fooling around and you got hurt. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You looked at the fabric. “Did I get blood on it?”
Levi moved away and grabbed his first aid kit. He rolled his chair back and turned you on yours. “Show me.”
You offered your hand. “You have a kit in here?”
He nodded and cleaned the cut. “Accidents happen when making clothes. I’ve had a few.” He showed you some scars on his hands. “See?”
You smiled. “So, I’m not the only one.”
“You’re not.” He looked at the wound. “Looks like it needs special treatment.”
You gasped. “It’s that bad!?”
He nodded and put a plaster on it. “It’s terrible. Let me give it the special treatment.” He kissed your finger and smiled. “That better?”
You blushed. “Oh, that’s what you meant.”
He covered your finger and hand in kisses. “That feel better?”
You nodded. “I’m cured!”
He chuckled. “I’m glad.” He put the kit away and rolled your chair over to the snacks and drink. “Drink up and eat.”
You gasped and picked up your drink. “Yes!”
Levi smiled and cleaned up the blood and started finishing off the piece of clothing. “I must say, you’ve designed me a really nice outfit.”
You put your drink down. “Well, I didn’t. Dean made it.”
“Was from your brain.”
You blushed a little. “I guess.”
He winked at you making your cheeks burn bright red. “You’re cute.” He pulled the cardigan from the sewing machine and flicked it. “There we go!”
You clapped your hands. “It’s so cute!”
He smiled softly. “It’s perfect. I love the green colour and it’s so soft.”
You reached over. “I need to fix it.”
He let you take it. “What are you doing?”
You blushed and got out the bear face you had made. “Don’t watch.”
“Okay, but are you okay with what you’re doing? Do you need help?”
You blushed a little. “No help.”
He hummed a laugh. “Alright.” He picked up his trousers and started sewing them. “I’ll work on my trousers. Did you pick all my fabric?”
You nodded. “I wanted it to be soft.”
“I appreciate it.”
You stuck your tongue out as you focused on getting the bear in the right spot on the breast area. You heard Levi laughing. “What?”
He blushed. “Nothing.”
You looked over at him. “Whaaaaat?”
He smiled softly. “You’re cute when you concentrate.”
“I want this to be perfect.”
“Well, I think it is.”
You huffed. “You always say that because you love me.”
He smiled. “True.”
You frowned a little as you focused. “I want to make this perfect for you.” You stabbed yourself with the needle. “Ow.”
Levi panicked a little. “Are you okay!?”
You nodded. “It’s just a little prick.”
“That’s not very nice to say. You told me it was thick and big.”
You frowned at his reply. “Huh?” You stared at him before you started laughing. “Funny.”
He smiled. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal.”
“Alright.”
You sighed and kept working. “Is it normal for shoulders to ache?”
He hummed. “Sometimes. I mean it’s probably because you’re so tense. You’re wound up so tightly and worried you might mess up.”
You huffed knowing Levi had figured you out. “Yeah, I guess I’m worrying way too much.”
“You are.”
You put everything down on your lap. “Is that a bad thing?”
He shook his head. “Makes you, you.”
You blushed a little. “Levi?”
He stopped sewing and looked over at you. “Yeah?”
You smiled. “I love you.”
Levi blushed before growling at you and moving his chair closer. “I love you so much. I want to nibble on you.”
You squealed and giggled as he kissed and licked your neck. “Levi.”
He moaned your neck against your neck. “My little muffin.”
You blushed. “I like that nickname.”
“You do?”
You nodded. “Means I’m warm, fluffy, sweet and comforting.”
He kissed you. “Also means you’re incredible to eat.”
“Naughty.”
“Always.” He looked down. “Oh look-.”
You covered his eyes with your hands. “No looking!”
He smiled. “I was actually looking at your cleavage, not your work.”
You blushed hard. “Oh…well you can nuzzle the boobies if you like. I’ll keep sewing.”
He pulled back and patted his lap. “Sit.”
You straddled Levi and giggled when he rolled his chair so his back was against the table. You placed your sewing stuff on the table and let Levi press his face against your boobs. You kept sewing the bear head in place as Levi rubbed his face against your boobs. You frowned a little as you had just one last bit to do. You finished it off and smiled in pride at your work.
You smiled. “Done!”
Levi pulled his face from your breasts. “Can I see?”
You climbed off Levi and held the cardigan up. “Ta-da!” You leaned around the cardigan to see Levi staring. You nibbled your lip and lowered the cardigan. “You…you don’t like it? It’s silly, I shouldn’t have added the bear.” You welled up. “I just…I call you my bear and I thought…I’m sorry, I ruined it.”
Levi rolled his chair closer and cupped your face. “You haven’t ruined. I love it. I was in shock that you personalised it.” He took the cardigan and smiled. He traced the little bear. “It’s me.” He smiled and kissed the patch. “I love it so much.” He pulled on the cardigan and wrapped it around him. “Thank you. It fits me perfectly and it’s so soft.”
You blushed. “Really?”
He nodded. “Really.” He stood up and yanked you against his chest. He squeezed you tightly. “Thank you.”
You hugged Levi back. “You’re welcome.”
You rolled over in bed and hummed a little as your body woke up. You smiled softly as you were hugged from behind. You shifted a little and let Levi nuzzle the crook of your neck. You sighed in contentment as he pushed both hands under your shirt, one on your stomach and the other holding your breast. You grinned as he pressed himself against your bum.
You inhaled deeply and wiggled back against Levi. You opened your eyes and stared at the curtains closed in your hotel room. You smiled a little and felt great as you lay in a comfy bed with your lover in Italy in the winter. You rolled over to face Levi making him whine at not being able to hold your breasts. So, you pulled his face against your chest and felt him settle down again.
You played with Levi’s hair as you looked over at the time. You huffed at how early in the morning it was and decided to go back to sleep for a bit. You closed your eyes and snuggled against Levi but realised you yanked him too much into your breasts. You pulled his head back. “So sorry!”
Levi whined. “Take me back.”
“I was squeezing you too tightly. You might have suffocated.”
“I don’t mind.”
You laughed. “I don’t want you to suffocate. I love you. I want to keep you.”
He shifted up the bed and kissed you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He rolled over slowly onto you. “I love you so much.”
You blushed as you looked up at him. “I can’t believe we’re in Italy.”
He hummed a laugh. “For winter.”
You nodded. “And likely Christmas.”
“Likely. Unless you don’t want to?”
You blushed. “I want to.”
Levi shifted his body and started kissing your neck and face. “Now, what would you like to do for our first day in Italy?”
You could think of so many romantic things in Rome to do, but then you realised Levi wasn’t an outdoor person. “Oh, well I suppose we could stay in the hotel room.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded shyly. “Yeah, like order room service and cuddle. You umm…you’re not one for going outside. Plus, you will need to socialise with the big show coming up soon. So, relaxing is what you want?”
Levi hummed and kissed you. “Sure. I mean, I was thinking we go out and have some gelato, maybe site see. I even made a reservation at a top restaurant, but I guess I’ll have to cancel…”
You rolled over onto Levi and sat up. “What!?”
Levi laughed. “Well?”
You bounced up and down on him. “You booked a date! You booked a date!”
“I did.”
You jumped off Levi and ran to the closet. “I have to dress up!”
Levi sat up and smiled. “Yeah.”
You bounced around. “Oh, I don’t know what to do! It’s winter in Rome!”
“Check outside first.”
You ran over to the curtains and threw them open. “Snow!”
Levi walked over to you and pulled you close. “Well then, we’ll have to wear something warm.” He bent you backwards and kissed you. “I know just the thing.” He lifted you up making you squeal with laughter. “This way.”
You played with Levi’s hair. “You’re really hot.”
“Thank you.” He opened the closet and looked inside. “Hmm, well I’m going to wear the outfit you made me.”
You covered your face with your hands. “Levi.”
He put you on your feet. “Let me grab what we need.”
You hugged him from behind and placed your hands on his pecs. “I know you’ll make me pretty.”
“You’re naturally pretty.”
You released him. “Thanks, but.”
He kissed you. “No buts.” He walked past and slapped your bum hard. “Unless it is yours.” He put your clothes on the bed. “Here you are, my love.”
You pulled on thick tights, a cute skirt and a nice turtleneck jumper. “I look cute!”
Levi chuckled. “You look delicious.”
“Thank you for making it for me.”
“You’re welcome.” He kissed your cheek. “I love how stunning you are.”
You giggled. “Thank you.”
Levi pulled on the clothes you made him and smiled, ever since you made them together he’d been wearing them a lot. “I look amazing.”
You blushed. “I’m glad you like the outfit.”
“I adore it.” He grabbed your coat and put it on you. “Got to make sure we keep you warm and cosy. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Thanks.”
Levi put a cute hat on you before leaning down and kissing you. “Fuck, you are so wonderful.”
You smiled against his lips when you felt him unbuttoning your coat. “Levi, you just put my coat on me.”
He pulled back with a delicate blush. “I um…I buttoned it up wrong.”
“Sure, sure.”
He yanked on his coat as he tried to talk his way out of the hole he was in. “I did. I’m not some horny man who wants to strip you and make love to you under the soft shine of the winter sun.”
You shoved your feet into your boots as you talked to Levi. “That sounds nice, but you promised me ice cream and a date later.”
“Well, I am a man of my word.” He dragged on his leather gloves before offering his hand to you. “Hand. Keep holding my hand and never let go.”
You grabbed his hand. “Yes, Levi.”
He kissed the back of yours and led you outside into the hall. He checked the door was locked before walking with you to the old lift. He squeezed your hand to reassure himself that you were right there next to him. He smiled when he felt your warm delicate lips against his cheek. He felt his heart throb in his chest at being loved by you.
He pulled you against him and held you close to keep you warm as you both trudged through the snow. He sighed a little and saw his breath curl and drift in front of him in the cold winter air. He could see that people were recognising him, which meant people were going to know who you were. He noticed some were taking pictures of him and whispering. He was a little annoyed, but you shocked him.
You stood in front of Levi. “Excuse me? If you want to take a picture of Levi, you should just ask, I’m sure he won’t mind. Please don’t take pictures without asking.” You looked back at Levi. “Help?”
Levi winked at you and started speaking in Italian to them. He looked down at you. “Done.” He frowned when he saw you shiver. “Are you okay? Are you cold?”
“I’m fine. You just…you umm…I ah.”
He smiled and leaned closer to you. He dragged his lips along your cheek to your ear. “Cara mia.”
You squeaked a little. “Levi.”
He kissed your ear. “Gelato, yeah?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
He put his arm around you and walked past everyone until he reached the nice gelato place. He kissed you and winked. “Go take a seat, okay? I’ll be with you in a bit.”
You bounced up and down. “Yay!” You skipped to a nice seat for you and Levi and got comfy. You watched Levi’s lips as he spoke to the person he was buying things from. You let out a long sigh as love filled your heart and soul. You perked up when he joined you. “Hi.”
He smiled and kissed you. “Hi. You’re very happy.”
“I am.”
He hugged you. “Cute.”
You kissed and nipped his neck. “Are you mad?”
He frowned. “Why would I be mad?”
“That Italy is a coffee place and not tea.”
He groaned. “I don’t mind. I can drink coffee for a bit, but I will miss tea.”
You rubbed his chest. “Well, it’s good that your girlfriend put some tea in her bag, huh?”
Levi’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
You nodded. “Yeah, in my suitcase. We can have tea when we get back to the room.”
“You’re incredible.”
You waited for the treats and drink to be put on the table before talking. “Thanks, but I just did it because I know you love tea.”
He kissed the top of your head. “Thank you. You do so much for me.”
You pulled your gelato close and started eating the selection of things Levi had bought. “Holy crap this is so good.”
Levi cleaned your face a little. “I’m glad you like it.”
You offered him a spoonful. “Eat.”
He ate it and hummed in delight. “It’s good.”
You nodded and kept eating. “So good.” You picked up a coffee and sipped. “Incredible.”
Levi picked up his drink and relaxed in his seat. “We’ll go shopping next.”
You gulped your food down. “I don’t want anything. I love the clothes you make me.”
He kissed the top of your head and spoke against you. “I’m not after clothes.”
You smiled a little. “What are you after?”
“Secret.”
You hummed a laugh. “Okay.”
He gave you a loving squeeze. “Eat up, okay?”
You shared your gelato with Levi and left the shop as you held his hand. You looked up at Levi and smiled softly. “So?”
He kissed the back of your hand. “So?”
You giggled. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere nice.” He stopped by a jewellery place and looked inside. “Some nice things, huh?”
You nodded. “It’s so pretty.”
He shifted a necklace. “Cute.”
You hummed in thought. “So delicate.”
Levi picked up a ring before changing it for another one. “What do you think?”
You gasped as you stared at it, it was the most perfect ring that fitted you as a person. “It’s stunning.”
“Shall we check your size?”
“Oh, I couldn’t.”
He took your glove off. “Come on.”
You hummed a laugh. “Alright.” You offered your hand and admired it on your finger. “It’s a little big.”
Levi nodded and spoke to the attendant, they went into the back and returned with a new ring. Levi slipped it on your finger. “Better?”
You nodded. “Perfect fit.”
He pulled it off your finger and talked to the attendant, who put it in a box and finally a nice bag. Levi paid for it all and helped you put your glove back on. “Come on. We’re going back to the hotel.”
You bounced up and down. “Yes.”
He hummed a laugh and held your hand as he took you back to the hotel. He set up the chairs so you could look out the window. He smiled when he saw you making him a cup of tea with the teabags you brought with you. He ordered room service for you both and waited for the food to arrive. He sat with you and looked out at the pretty views of Rome in the winter.
You perked up. “Thank you for the ring. I should put it on.”
Levi opened the bag and picked the ring box out. “Of course, oh but there is one last thing.”
You smiled. “Sure! What’s up?”
Levi opened the box and said your full name as he looked you in the eyes “will you marry me?”
You blushed bright red. “Huh!?”
He smiled. “Marry me.”
You nodded. “Yes!”
He took your hand and slipped the ring on. “Perfect.”
You giggled. “Did you plan this?”
He nodded. “Yes.” He kissed your hands. “I didn’t know your ring size, but I know the rest of your body.” He eyed you and hummed a laugh. “So sexy.”
You leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you, you sneaky handsome man.” You moved over and climbed onto his lap. “So, wanna take your fiancées virginity?”
Levi chuckled. “Happily.”
Models rushed around as Hange gave commands, women and men of all shapes, sizes and skin colours were dressed in Levi’s clothing line. You watched in delight at how pretty everything was. You just loved how happy everyone seemed and how nice people were treated. To make it even nicer, you were watching Levi talking to some of the models and making some last-minute adjustments.
“You look stunning.”
You looked up to see Dean was stood at your side. “Oh, thank you.”
Dean smiled. “That dress is just…I can tell it was made with a lot of love.”
You giggled. “Levi original.”
“He’s very good.”
You hummed as a blush burned your cheeks. “Hey, so do you umm…do you not like Levi still and think he’s abusive?”
Dean laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think he is anymore. He’s a great man and I’ve been working with him a lot recently with this fashion show.” He sighed. “He’s incredible. So, I think Layla has something against him.”
You felt your skin prickle. “I’m sorry, did you say Layla?”
“Yeah. Something wrong?”
You turned to Dean. “Layla has been in love with Levi for years.”
“What?”
You hugged yourself. “She isolated Levi for years so she was the only woman in his life. She kept him alone. She scared off any women who dated him. She tried to get rid of me when we were on holiday. I put my foot down and told Levi about it. Levi moved her because he talked to her about how she felt. She doesn’t want a relationship, she wanted to possess him. She said she wouldn’t let her feelings mess with her work, so Levi moved her to a different department.”
Dean groaned. “I feel like an idiot. She convinced me that Levi was…sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You rubbed his back. “She’s very good at trying to convince people. When she talked to me, I had to fight my internal issues to win against her, it was hard.” You nibbled your lip. “It was hard.”
“She’s a cruel person. Stay far away from her, okay?”
You nodded. “Promise. You too.”
“I will.” He pointed. “I should head out. I have things to do. Enjoy the show tonight.”
You grinned. “I will!” You waved to Dean before looking back over at Levi as he worked. You fiddled with your engagement ring and felt your heart flutter in your chest. You grinned at Levi as he looked over at you. You waved shyly. “Hi.”
Levi backed up from a model and finished talking. He hurried over to you and gave you a peck on the lips. “You okay?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I was talking to Dean.”
Levi grumbled. “Right.”
You giggled at him being jealous. You fiddled with his suit as if you were fixing it. “He told me something interesting.”
He placed his hands on your hips and gave you a soft squeeze. “Oh yeah?”
You nodded. “Layla started the rumours. She made Dean think you are abusive towards me and probably she spread it around.”
Levi clenched and uncleaned his jaw as he tried to contain his rage. “So, she made me out to be this abusive shithead?”
“Yes.”
He gulped hard. “I had a lot of workers become so scared of me.” He frowned and looked you in the eyes. “I tried to break up with you because of it.”
You held his hands. “We’ll deal with her when we get home. Let’s focus on your fashion show, okay? And being engaged.”
He leaned closer and kissed you. “Yes.” He sighed. “I have to do a few checks and then I’m all yours, okay?”
You giggled. “Sure thing.”
“Have a chat with Mike while you wait for me, or Erwin.”
You nodded. “Sure.” You walked over to Mike and kicked his bum. “Hey.”
Mike looked down at you. He smiled a little. “Sup?”
You bumped your hip against him. “You.”
“Ah, tall joke.”
You giggled. “You are super tall.”
“I am.”
You stared up at him. “Bet you like short Queens.”
He smirked. “You’re right. They’re spicier.”
You snorted a laugh. “You’re fun.”
“Thank you.” He looked you up and down. “You look really nice. Levi make that dress?”
“He sure did.”
Mike hummed and nodded. “Pretty good. He knows your body well.”
You twirled for him. “He do.” You admired Mike in his suit. “You look great as well.”
“Tar very much.” He put his arm around your shoulders. “So, when are you going to realise Levi isn’t the man for you and I am?”
You laughed as he smirked. “In about ten years.”
“Great, I look forward to it. You’ll be taking the kids, right? I’m assuming you’re having kids with Levi.”
“Totally.”
“Perfect.”
Levi returned to you. “What are you two talking about?”
Mike smirked. “Plotting your divorce and how I’m going to be the stepdad to your kids.”
Levi stared at his friend before looking at you. “He might have a bigger cock than me, but he won’t give you as many orgasms.”
You pointed at Mike. “Levi has a point.”
Mike snorted. “He does. Oh, but I’ll take you on adventures.”
“Sounds fun.”
Levi played with your hair. “True, but she likes being at home.” He kissed your forehead. “I give you two like a year or two before you’re back with me.”
You giggled. “True.”
Levi wrapped an arm around you and grabbed your bum. He yanked you against his body and kissed you. “Once we’re back together we’ll have more babies.” He smiled at you. “On a serious note, we’ll never get a divorce.”
“I know, and Mike knows.”
Mike winked at Levi. “Just joking around, bud. I know you two are going to be in love with each other when you’re old and even beyond the grave.”
Levi purred as he nipped your neck. “She’s all mine.”
You hummed a laugh. “The show is about to start. Shall we go watch?”
Levi nodded. “Yeah.” He guided you to the VIP area and sat with you. “I hope you like the show. Hange arranged it all.”
“I know I will.” You cuddled up to Levi and watched the stage. “It looks lovely so far.”
He snuggled against you and smiled when the music played and the models came onto the stage. “I’m going to fire Layla.”
You perked up. “Levi, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“She might react badly to it. You might be looking at her getting worse. She could accuse you of things. She could take you to the police.”
He let out a long sigh. “I don’t know what to do. I want her gone.”
You nibbled your lip. “Sorry, I made things more complicated.” You frowned. “We can bait her to do something and then go for her? Or, you could ship her out to another country to a place you run.”
He tapped his forehead against yours. “I’ll talk to Erwin. I’ll file a report with him and HR about this. If Dean is willing to tell them what he went through, then I can hand my complaint out and get some peace from her. If she has my complaint against her then I’ll get fewer issues in the future when it comes to her doing something.”
You rubbed Levi’s back. “You’ve got this.”
He hummed. “Yeah, I do, we do.” He played with your hand. “I want to design your wedding dress.”
“Oh, that’s so romantic.”
He blushed a little. “Well, anything for you.”
You kissed his neck. “I can’t wait to plan our wedding.” You looked at the stage and watched the show.
Levi hummed as he looked at the stage. “I can’t wait either. So, how is my show?”
You clapped quietly. “Wonderful. I love the outfits and I really love that you have people of all shapes, sizes and colours.”
“Of course. I want people to see these shows and see a model their size so they know what they’d basically look like.”
“You’re a wonderful man, Levi Ackerman and I just love that about you.”
He blushed a little and checked no one was looking before he kissed you. “Thank you, but you brought out more goodness in me. I have you to thank for everything.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll make everything better, I promise. I’ll stop Layla. I’ll stop her.”
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That Kind of Love Never Dies_Chapter 1
Hey guys, Now that more voted to split my fictions in 2 parts, I'm back with the first part. I hope you like it. Don't forget to leave me feedbacks. I'll always appreciate them. Love you all.
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My quote is "That kind of love never dies"
Dean x Reader series (just 2 parts)
This chapter words: ~5k
Series warning:
Angst, fluf, smut, angry Dean, hurt Reader, hurt Dean, there's some more but I hate spoilers so I insist on "Angst & Hurt"
It all started with a stupid argument at home. What was it? Three months ago? Sam couldn't remember the exact date but after years, it was the first time this awkward coldness between Dean and Y/n had started to build. He could remember the first time he and his brother came across Y/n like it was yesterday, they were hunting a very nasty creature who used to kidnap young and lonely women at night, then got them wrapped in ropes and ties on a bed in a warehouse to rape, torture and feed on their blood until the victim either died or accepted to turn into one of his kind.
Sam could remember the helplessness in people's eyes too. The pain of the victims' families, the frustration and anger on cops' faces when no one could find the criminal yet, even after the sixth missing girl.
"Sammy, he just kidnapped another girl. And I think I know where he's gonna take her. Let's hunt this son of a bitch."
When Dean was saying that, Sam never expected him to fall in love with the woman they would save that night. Well, unfortunately they weren't fast enough to prevent any harm to the girl. When they arrived and Dean killed the nasty creature, Y/n was almost dead. The monster had already raped her, tortured her … and when he felt the hunters enter the place, he drank almost all of her blood, to gain more energy to fight. So as always, Dean was up to blaming himself. Of course only in his own eyes, not anyone else's.
"Call Cas to come home. Tell him it's an emergency."
Dean told his brother when he finally could get Y/n out of those ropes. And Sam knew he was right. At that point, no one could save Y/n unless God or his angels. Maybe she was not so lucky coming across a nasty supernatural creature like that but she was lucky enough that Cas arrived just on time and healed her. However, angels can only heal physical wounds. But Y/n was hurt much more than that. She couldn't just move on from the things that the bastard had put her through. Even after Cas tricked her brain to forget some certain things, she still had bad nightmares and had this dark shade of hopelessness in her eyes. Soon, she started to eat and talk less and less. And Dean just couldn't let her go. He really wanted to fix all of that for her but she kept shutting him out… until the depression hit her. It was so bad that Cas felt the need to tell them to prepare themselves for her death. Because after all those days and unlike everything else in their lives, The Winchesters were already used to her presence around them; like the way a lonely person can get used to a wounded cat more and faster than anyone else.
"I'm not gonna hunt until I'm sure she can live her normal life." When Dean stated that, Sam really thought he was joking. But after a few days he started to believe it. Dean truly would do anything to keep her alive. From cooking vegetables to laughing at his own dad jokes in front of Y/n to make her smile. That was when Sam started to feel that they can be more than a random hunter/rescued victim relationship! It felt like his brother had finally found his motivation in life: "Saving Y/n."
Gradually Y/n started to respond to this special attention from Dean with trust and smiles. Soon they became a power couple that could motivate each other so easily that sometimes Charlie would call them out. And honestly Sam had no problem with it. In fact Y/n had become his other sister.
"My God, Dean! You're burning up!" It was two day after a werewolf hunt in which Dean had got hurt. At first it was just some scratches on his arms and chest. Yet as the time passed, more symptoms started to appear: headache, pain, fever, cold sweat, even nose bleeding and before they could figure it out, Dean fell unconscious. Apparently the claws of the werewolf were poisonous. However Sam wasn't sure. The only thing he got no doubts about was the fact that it was already too late. Dean couldn't make it to the hospital. So either Sam had to do anything possible to save him or Cas should've picked up his God damn phone.
"No. no, no, no, no. Dean … Dean!!!"
That was when Sam got to hear Y/n's helpless cry and see her true feelings. She was already in love with his brother.
Luckily, unlike typical love stories; no one died that night. Sam's antidote worked. And Dean opened his eyes an hour later.
"Sammy … Y/n?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Y/n grabbed his face and put her thirsty lips on her beloved hunter's, letting the tears stream down on her face… and then his.
"Never do that again." She begged, breaking the kiss, her trembling hands holding Dean's face so she could look into his eyes.
Sam couldn't stop his smile remembering how cute they were. Y/n literally had Dean wrapped around her little finger, to the point he accepted to teach her how to hunt and soon she was part of their team too. Until … a few months ago. After two years of them being constantly close to each other, Sam could tell something was off when Dean started to go out without eating breakfast with Y/n. Of course she got suspicious after the third time and that was when their endless arguments started.
"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"
"Because nothing is wrong, Y/n."
Actually there was. Something was VERY wrong. Anyone could tell that just by the change in Dean's eyes whenever he wanted to look at Y/n. Day by day he was getting more quiet and cold. Now they didn't even eat pie together or watch movies late at night. And Sam couldn't ignore his brother being grumpy or drunk on hunts, not anymore.
"Ok man, I've had enough. You either tell me what's wrong with you or next time I won't make any excuses so you can leave Y/n out of our hunt plans. I'm serious, Dean, I'll tell her the truth." He finally said, when they were alone in the impala, on their way to do their next hunt.
"She wants more."
"More?"
"Yeah. Sometimes it's like she sees more in me. She thinks we can have a different life. There's no need for any saying, I can see it in her eyes whenever we accidentally come across some family at a diner that try to feed their kids or people's wedding photos whenever we go to talk with some witnesses or whoever during the research! Sometimes she even looks up wedding dresses or kid stuff on the net!" Dean blew his anger out of his nostrils and sighed, shaking his head.
"Wow." Sam couldn't find the proper word to say but he couldn't hide his surprised face either.
"What?" Dean gave him an annoyed look.
"I mean …" Sam chuckled. "… are you telling me you're actually angry with her for imagining the things you always dream about?!"
"Sam …"
"No, really. I'm just curious. What's wrong with you, man?" Sam asked genuinely, waiting for an answer.
"What's wrong with me?! You think something is wrong with me just because I'm the rational one in this relationship; who's actually able to see the difference between a dream and the reality?"
Yeah, anyone could take that earnest speech, but not Sam. He'd seen and knew enough about his brother.
"What's the reality? Aren't you and Y/N living that dream life already?"
"What?! No. No … that's not the same." Dean shook his head.
"Really? How is it not? It's been two years, Dean. You two are constantly with and/or around each other. Always worried when the other one is in trouble and still looking at one another like there is nothing in the world that can make you happy as much as this relationship. So … excuse me if I won't buy your pretty speech; man ." Sam said, Rolling his eyes.
"Ok, let's say you're right but ... is it gonna be like that forever? With all the supernatural crap that we have to take care of … and the constant danger and chaos in this hunter life we have… I …"
"You what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at this unknown point in the depth of the road. Finally he blew out his despair.
"I just can't let her fall for the things I know I can't provide for her. It's not fair, Sammy. It's not fair to lock her up in this dark life with me just because she loves me … especially while I know there is a whole bright future out there waiting for her."
"Here we go, the old Dean's self-doubt" Sam thought to himself as he took a deep breath before finding the best words to wake his brother up from this nightmare
"Yeah, I know but I don't think it's your call. If Y/n wants to go to hell with you instead of living in heaven with someone else, it's her choice. Not your responsibility. Right?"
Dean shook his head while his lips curved up a little to fake a smile but he never answered or said anything about that conversation ever again. He kept his silence for like three weeks … until someone new showed up: "Gary Smith". A tall man with the most stylish haircut and the most perfect teeth and smile.
They saw him for the first time at their hangout bar, as the new bartender who almost jumped in Y/n's way as soon as they entered the bar.
"Oh my God, bunny! Is this really you?" He said, pulling her in his embrace. Like she was the long time missing piece of his beloved puzzle!
"Bonny? You're wrong. Her name is Y/n." Dean said, pretty annoyed by the way Gary tightened his arms around Y/n's little shoulders, making him chuckle.
"No, uh … it's just a nickname." Y/n said as soon as the guy let her go.
"Yeah, actually the most fitting nickname that I could think of. I mean … you have to agree. She got the most cute little ears in the world." The guy explained, chuckling and pulling on her little star earring. Well, if Sam wanted to be honest, he had to agree with him. He never paid any attention to it before but now that Gary mentioned it, he could tell Y/n's ears were truly small.
"I see … So … I guess this means you were close friends?" Dean said, already hating the way Y/n e's blushed with hearing her old nickname.
"Uh … well, no. Actually more than that." The guy grinned, ruffling his own hair while he was awkwardly laughing and looking at Y/n. Just like a proud embarrassed teen!
"We used to date." Y/n said.
*oh* Sam tried his best not to let that stupid grin sit on his lips but Dean's frown and his sudden heavy silence didn't let him do so.
"Yeah. We are kinda each other's first. Like … you know? prom date." The man added, giving Y/n a wink while Dean's gaze was still locked on his large arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah. It's been years, Gary."
"I know. But believe me, bunny. you still look the same." He said, bending to put a kiss on her right cheek.
Dean would kill him. Sam just knew that. Because his brother's eyes were already burning with jealousy.
"By the way, don't you wanna tell me who these gentlemen are ?" The guy asked Y/n, giving her his softest smile.
"Of course. This is Sam and this is Dean. My colleagues who are my friends now. I live in their place."
After they met, everything got even more complicated. Y/n, the girl who was still trying to get old-happy-days Dean back suddenly stopped whatever she used to do. No more complains, no waiting at nights to see Dean before going to bed, no more effort to get involved in hunts, no nothing. And despite what Dean had claimed before, it was making Dean even more frustrated. Day to day he and Y/n were getting colder towards each other and there was nothing he could do to fix it. That was what made him even more furious. Sam already knew all of that and he still had to live with both of those grumpy faces. So last night when they began to fight, he could see this was coming: Y/n left the bunker after Dean let some hurtful things out of his mouth, just because he didn't know how to deal with all the heartache anymore. He now was convinced that Y/n didn't love him anymore. Yet the next day after drinking whatever strong drink they had, he begged Sam to come with him. Apparently Jodie texted Dean about Y/n being in her place for that night. Just to make sure that her crazy step son won't sell his soul over a tracking spell! So Dean almost begged his brother to be there with him, cause Dean believed that as much as Y/n didn't care about him, she still respected Sam and cared about him. Like a little sister and her elder brother.
So here they were, In Jodie's living room, in front of her and Y/n.
"Considering your sleepy eyes, I think we caught you at bed time, huh?" Sam asked, checking Y/n's obvious eye bags.
"Who says that? I'm totally good, Sam."
She said with a small smile, looking much more in control and stronger than before. So Sam knew it was a lie. Y/n Just had made her peace with what had happened last night. The realization۹ kicked Dean in the gut. Y/n always used to be stronger and bolder when she got hurt.
"I'm gonna make some coffee for us. Why don't you guys take a seat till I come back?"
Jodie interrupted, to ease the heavy and sharp silence that suddenly had fallen over all of them.
Y/n gave her a smile.
"Of course."
It was so fake. Her smile didn't even curl her lips completely. She was still badly hurting.
Sam swore in his head when he looked over his brother who sank silently into the nearest seat at the end of the table like a broken shell that he was too . One of Dean's hands was in the pocket of his jacket, the other formed a fist on the table. Sam was sure Dean knew it too. He knew everything was almost past saving. "Almost". Sam tried to stick to their small chance.
"So …" He cleared his voice before he put some (semi fake) hope into his words."You're … you're gonna come back home today or did Alex and Claire made you promise them otherwise?" He laughed and tried to make it funny but the truth was he asked this for Dean's sake, knowing he already was struggling to find the words … to let Y/n know how much he wanted her back … to ask her to come back.
"To be honest … I don't think I can live in the bunker anymore." Y/n said and as Dean's head snapped up to look at her in horror, she raised her hand to stop his (likely) protests.
"I applied for a job 3 weeks ago and to my surprise they called me this morning to tell me I'd actually got it."
*What?*
No one had to ask it. The question was already hung in the air. She snored mockingly in her nose. "Perfect timing, right?"
She moved her gaze from her interlocked fingers on the table to Dean's eyes.
He didn't answer, he didn't move but he got tense. Still staring back at Y/n.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, once again saving Dean from asking the question he was itching to ask with some other words that for sure couldn't be nice.
"I wanted to but I didn't think I could actually get it and even if I did, I never figured out how to tell you. Besides, I never considered the "move out" option before..." She looked at Sam for a second before she turned her gaze on Dean. "... But I actually appreciate that you bring it up. I think now I can take the advice. I'm gonna move on."
Sam's heart dropped in his stomach when he heard those words. Because he knew what this meant. It felt something like having to watch Dean get stabbed in the heart.
"Is this … because of that Bartender?" Dean asked, staring deadly at Y/n with his bloodshot eyes. He was already chewing on his bottom lip. And Sam knew a heavy storm was on its way to hit them.
"I don't want to answer that question."
*shit*
"Why? Because you can't just simply say no?" Dean scolded and Sam could see how it pushed on Y/n boundaries.
"No. Because it's not your fucking business and it's not Gary's business either. But at least he knows his limits."
*well, fuck*
"By "limits" you mean when he drools on you just because for God knows whatever the reason, you started to wear leather jackets when we go there?"
"WHAT?!"
*Oh, fuck* Sam thought to himself, watching Y/n rise from her seat.
"You think … you really think that I …" she laughed nervously and Sam could tell she would punch Dean in the face if she wasn't a sweet, super nice person.
"How you can even …"
"I can even what, Y/n? Are we now going to pretend like I'm a blind man who can't see how you got attracted to your ex again? Did you really think I couldn't see how your hands were shaking when his filthy face lighted up by seeing you for the first time after all these years?"
Sam wanted to interrupt him or at least leave the room but everything was happening so fast.
"So what? Why and since when you care about my private life?"
"Since you stopped drinking bunker's beers just because you rather drink those crappy poisonous cocktails he makes at the bar!"
Dean was on his feet now as well. And despite his will, Sam couldn't stop his smile. He never saw his brother this jealous before. It was fun.
"Poisonous? … You … of all people, you are the one who says this? cause as much as I know, you're the one who puts dormitives in my guest's food so the poor guy gets tired and can't spend his time with me!"
"Yeah, because your poor guy is not welcomed in MY PLACE!" Dean yelled, punching the table with so much power that made everyone almost jump out of their skins.
"Dean!" Finally Sam interrupted but as soon as he stood up, someone rang the doorbell and Sam could hear Jodie welcoming someone inside.
"Guys … I know it's not my place to interfere but you two really need to sort things out somewhere private … of course that's when both of you can be much calmer than this."
"No, we have nothing to say or to talk about, anymore. Your brother was clear enough when he said he wants me to move out, so I'll move out. And that's it."
Y/n declared, looking at Sam to resist any eye contact with Dean, probably to make him even more crazy.
"And that's it? You wanna ignore that part where you were too eager and ready to accept that suggestion and leave the bunker instantly like your pants were on fire?!"
Dean retorted while Y/n was shaking her head like she couldn't believe him.
"Whose pants are on fire?" Jodie interrupted as soon as she re-entered the room with the coffees she'd made, this time a man was with her. Y/n's guy. The famous bartender.
*Oh, No!*
Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a second so the guy couldn't read his face.
"Obviously not mine." Dean hissed through his teeth, looking first at the guy and then at Y/n with such a disappointment and rage that no one could ignore.
"Hey, what's wrong?" The guy asked, choosing the worst spot to stand on: right next to Y/n.
"My typical life I guess. Nothing's new." She mumbled in reply to him but her eyes were still on Dean.
"No, nothing is wrong with your life, Y/n. It's about your choices. That's what's wrong with you. As always." Dean said bitterly. As sharp as a knife, as cold as ice. Sam could see how it drained color from Y/n's face.
"You better watch your mouth, buddy." The Gary guy warned Dean and Sam could tell that if it wasn't for the sudden thud sound that stole everyone's attention, Dean would throw a fight right there. But …
"Y/n!" Jodie almost screamed. Y/n was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.
"Oh, God." Sam said as Jodie rushed to her.
"Y/n? … Y/n can you hear me?"
As she sat next to her, Gary's fingers already were on Y/n's carotid pulse point. So Sam couldn't stop himself from looking up at his brother, who was still standing where he was. In shock.
"Oh, shit!" Gary's worried voice made Sam check Y/n's pale face again but Jodie was the one to dare ask the question which was on everyone's minds.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Her pulse ... too faint." He said before turning to Dean: "Is she bleeding?"
"Bleeding?" Dean blinked and mumbled in confusion.
If it was up to Sam, he'd ask *What bleeding?* & *Why are you asking this from my brother?*
"Oh my. You still don't know. Do you?" Gary sneered.
"Know what? What's happening?" Jodie was freaking out now and Sam actually felt the same. He didn't like the way this stranger pretended like he knew her better than them. However what happened next was much more unexpected. And … rude!
To everyone's surprise, the guy reached out to Y/n's jeans and drew his hand between her legs but before anyone could react, he spread her legs open so it could be possible for everyone to see that big red stain there. Then he raised his hand. It was all wet and red in blood!
"She's having a miscarriage." He revealed.
Sam's gaze instantly caught Dean's ... Burning. Dean was burning inside with his heavy silence.
"Don't you worry. It's not mine." Gary added more fuel to that hell with such a mocking tone, staring right back at Dean's eyes.
Now Sam could feel it. The storm was there: rising in his brother's roar!
Before Sam could've moved any muscles, Gary was already pinned to the wall, Dean's hands on his now-ripped-out collar.
"Dean, no!" Sam jumped in, trying to catch his brother's arm before his fist make any contact with the guy's nose but all he could do was changing the direction of the punch which landed on Gary's shoulder, making a painful cracking sound.
"I said no … Dean, stop it." Sam had to literally cage Dean in his arms so the furious man couldn't tear Gary apart.
"Get off me, Sam. This son of a bitch has to learn his place."
"Enough!" As Dean just broke himself free, Jodie's scream stopped everyone in their tracks.
"It's enough!" Jodie warned all three men, pointing at them one by one.
"You want to fight? Not here. Not in my house!"
"But ..."
As soon as Dean opened his mouth to protest, Jodie cut him:
"And you … you should know Y/n is pregnant with your twins. So … you'll be a responsible man who will try his best to save them or you can get the hell out of here and never come back!"
"What?" Sam was too shocked to suppress his reaction while Dean couldn't even find any words to say. His confused look darted between Jodie's face and Y/n's figure while his parted lips kept moving without making any noise, just like a dying fish on the shore!
"I promised her not to tell anyone but it was a promise under normal conditions, not this." Jodie sighed, struggling to keep her emotions under control. Sam saw the worry in her frown. Like a real mother, worried for her children. However it was nothing in comparison to his brother's blank eyes and pale face.
"Dean, It's ok. We just need to take her to hospital. … it's ok, man. I promise."
He had to grab Dean by his jacket, as his brother was struggling to process all of these in his head.
"Come on, man. We got no time. Do I need to do this alone or you'll …"
"Get the car, Sammy."
It was just a simple sentence. Yet it had enough power to make Sam's heart sank. Since Dean had put the car keys in his hand saying that, Sam couldn't stop thinking about that tone. Dean never had called Baby a "car" In years. And Sam had never heard that crack in his voice since their Dad's death.
"You ok?" He finally let himself ask, two hours after they arrived at the hospital.
"I want to be." Dean closed his eyes and put his head against the cold wall, letting the dim light to darken the shadows under his eyes.
"I'm sure she'll be good. She's strong, Dean. You know that."
He smiled and Sam looked away not to watch him. He knew that smile. Dean used to give him that, whenever everything was gone so wrong that Dean couldn't promise him anything good. Like when both of them were still kids. Hungry, cold and all alone in a rusty motel room where John had left them on their own for a one day long hunt but then a heavy snow had crashed the roads and kept them apart for half a week. So Dean had to wash the dishes and do the laundry in the motel to rent the room for another day and provide some snacks so they wouldn't starve to death. But after three days, the hotel managers didn't want them to be around. And Sam could vividly remember that smile on his brother's face when he asked: *Where should we go then?*
"You were always such a father material. You know?"
Sam admitted with a broken smile on his face.
"You were always responsible, kind and caring with me as a kid. And I can't imagine anyone who deserves to be a father more than you."
Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes without looking at him: "But I don't want ... I really can't, Sammy."
All, it certainly wasn't the response Sam had expected. He used to believe that Dean would never turn down any chance to start a family with Y/n. Especially after everything in the world was back to normal.
"Are you kidding me? You always wanted this."
"No …" Dean finally turned his gaze to meet his brother's confused eyes. "No, Sammy. Not like this. I don't want to raise another kid without his mom. I'm not that strong anymore."
Dang. Once again Sam's heart dropped in his stomach. Dean was really helpless.
"Mr. Winchester?"
Dean was on his feet as Sam just realized the doctor's presence.
"It's me."
Sam prayed for any good news as doctor took a glance of Dean and fixed his glasses on his face …
"To be continued …"
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Monsters
Halloween Special
Sam Winchester x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 1548 words
Warnings: none
Summary: Sam’s girlfriend brings Halloween to the Winchester boys.
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In general, neither of the Winchester brothers had much experience with Halloween.
Growing up, especially after what happened to Mary, John insisted that Halloween was a waste of time. It seemed stupid to him, dressing up like monsters when real monsters were out there.
Still, of all the things Sam and Dean missed out on as kids, Halloween wasn’t really something they cared about.
You, on the other hand, couldn’t imagine even skipping one Halloween as a kid, let alone all of them. Even as an adult, you waited anxiously all year round for spooky time.
...Sam knew that.
However, Dean was about to learn really well just how much you liked Halloween.
You had been adamant, when Dean came in the middle of the night to collect Sam, that you were going to go with them. After all, if their dad was in trouble, you were going to do as much as you could to help.
There was a bit of argument at that but eventually, you got your way. That meant that you were going to be staying in motels with them all over the place.
Anyone else may have been concerned with the blooming world of monsters and danger, and you were. However, one thing was occupying your attention that much more.
Halloween.
Tomorrow was Halloween and you were about to lose your mind with excitement. Without missing a beat, you excused yourself to go down to the store.
You were sure that you’d hear about borrowing baby without asking later but that was why you grabbed an extra bag of snickers just for Dean.
He couldn’t stay mad at you if you brought him candy. Even in the rather brief time you’d been around Sam’s brother, you picked up that much.
You entered the motel with your arms full to the brim with bags of candy and little knickknacks you were sure would elicit some kind of response.
Just because neither male had ever had much of a Halloween before didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy your
festivities.
“I’m back” you called, announcing yourself with a grin. The motel wasn’t all that big, with a main bedroom and an adjacent bathroom, meaning both men knew before you even said anything.
Sam was just finishing up his shower, emerging from the foggy room, his hair wet and a towel around his hips. He smiled at you in greeting, before his expression was replaced with something else.
Before you could ask though, Dean stood from one of the two queen beds, snatching the candy bar you offered him immediately.
“What are you wearing?” Sam asked then, still looking at you with that strange look on his face. It wasn’t until he asked the question that you remembered.
Looking down, you saw the same witch costume you’d picked out in your feverish holiday shopping, then changed into in the backseat of the impala.
In all the excitement, you’d forgotten about it.
It may have been a bit revealing, all things considered, but it was so cute that you just couldn’t pass it up. A little bit of exposed leg and cleavage never killed anyone.
Though, Sam looked as if he may prove that theory false.
“It’s Halloween man” Dean chided, casually shrugging his shoulders, as if he brother couldn’t see him eyeing you up and down as few seconds ago.
Still, Sam ignored him.
He’d seen you dressed up before but that was usually with context and a fair amount of notice. You had just sprung this on him, with that cupcake skirt and corset top.
All with a prop broom and witches hat, as a cherry on top.
Needless to say, you looked incredible. It was just a little awkward with his brother here and all. It would have been nicer to keep that view all to himself.
You were having fun though, and he wasn’t going to make you change. It wasn’t your fault he couldn’t get his act together.
“I thought it would be fun for us to be the monsters for a change. There’s a vampire in there for Dean, and a werewolf for you Sammy” you giggled, thinking back to when you picked them out.
You had tickled yourself pink in the costume aisle, thinking about either male dressed in those cheesy costumes. That was why you bought them.
Admittedly, you were having way too much fun.
Still, you couldn’t help yourself, Halloween was your favorite thing when it rolled around and being on the road wasn’t going to change that.
Besides, the idea of getting all dressed up with the Winchesters was too good to pass up.
“And what are we supposed to do with those?” Dean laughed, taking the bag you handed him. It was just a generic vampire costume with a set of plastic fangs and long cape.
It wasn’t great, all things considered but that was part of the Halloween fun. Costumes were different than clothes, and there was something endearing about that.
Personally, choosing what to be every year had always been one of your favorite things in the world as a kid. You just wanted to give them the experience, and while they hadn't technically chosen these, it would do the trick.
You smiled, hoping he would ask.
"There's a costume contest at the local bar, and I thought we could enter, but you two have to hurry up and get dressed so we don't miss it" you suggested, tossing the bag containing Sam's costume at him as well.
You thought it would be a good time, being a good middle ground between your interests and the boys. It was a bar, offering a pretty good chance for Dean to bond with girls in real short skirts and drinking more than his fill but with the costume contest, there was no way you were going to miss it.
Frankly, there wasn't much room for either male to complain, something they knew right away. So, Sam sighed before returning back into the bathroom to get dressed in whatever was waiting for him in that flimsy plastic bag you'd brought.
He had never dressed up for Halloween, not even for the party you two met within at Stanford. Even for something like that, where everyone was dressed up, Sam had showed up wearing his Stanford sweatshirt and jeans.
It was goofy, but you found him charming nonetheless. However, you weren't going to let him chicken out this time. If you could convince Dean to go out, it wouldn't hurt Sam to also tag along.
Sam finally opened the door, revealing the sight you'd been anxiously waiting for. From his shoulders hung a large torn up flannel, over a hilarious fur chest and claws, a pair of plastic teeth in his mouth.
As soon as you saw him, a laugh erupted from your throat. You couldn't help yourself.
"What? Is it that bad?" he scoffed, looking down at himself with cautious eyes, studying it for any kind of issue. He thought he looked foolish in the mirror but forced himself to come out for your benefit. However, if you thought it looked bad, he wasn't gonna go.
There was no way.
"No, it's cute. Don't worry" you assured, gathering both men and all your things before heading over to the bar. It was only a few miles from the motel, and only took a few minutes to get there in the impala.
Now, all you had to do was get through the night without losing either of the boys. Knowing the Winchesters, Dean would probably sneak away with some girl dressed like a playboy bunny or something.
...But that wasn't gonna hurt anybody, all things considered.
The bar was packed by the time the three of you got there, but the contest hadn't started yet so you didn't worry about it. Instead, you went to find a table for the group of you while Sam and Dean went to get a round of beers for you all.
There were plenty of exciting and interesting costumes all over the place, costumes that you busied yourself admiring as you waited for the men, only focusing in when Sam slid into the booth beside you.
"I feel like an idiot" he grumbled, clearly not having a good time. He felt like he looked insane, and it didn't help that there were so many people here to see it. It wasn't like you just wanted to do this for a night in.
However, across the bar, you found Dean striking up a conversation with a pretty blonde bartender. At least one of you was having a good time.
"Come on Sam, it isn't that bad. You look cute" you grinned, booping his nose similarly to the way you would have a puppy. It wasn't exactly a lie.
The costume was a good one, not at all accurate, but good.
Sam looked like a fluffy little wolf, and you found everything about it to be the most amusing thing you'd ever seen. His little pout only seemed to make it better real, though he gave that up as soon as you uncapped the beer bottle in his hand.
"It's just one night Sam, just try to have a good time and don't worry about the real monsters so much" you begged, knowing that once he did let go of whatever it was he was currently stressing about, he'd have an amazing time.
He may even win the costume contest.
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EUPHORIA - Chapter 7
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.
Chapter Warning: Feelings, fluff (I felt some heart clench, but maybe that’s just me)
WC: 3525
A/N: This fills my ‘rope bunny’ (only mentioned) square for @spnkinkbingo.
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Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3
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Dean couldn’t really sleep last night either, but what else is new?
But he’s really glad that she feels better. He could already tell that she was feeling much better after she took that shower. He was in the middle of changing the sheets, when she walked out and it really did something to him seeing her all clean and smelling like him. The shirt was kinda funny, he had to give Claire that. But her pants? He wanted to rip them apart because they were barely covering her legs at all.
When Y/N kissed his cheek, Dean was hard again, and it was even harder to conceal his boner when he’s wearing sweats.
They had an easy morning, and he liked that. Liked that they could talk about old times, liked how easy it was between them when they didn't have judging eyes on them like they had at school. He regrets not talking to her more back then. He was a stupid kid. Too cocky for his own good.
When she said that she was ready to go home, he agreed to take her back, suppressing his own feelings of wanting to keep her around longer. But again, why should she stay? It’s not like they are anything. Hell, he hasn’t even asked her out yet.
Maybe, Dean thinks, he should get the stick out of his ass and do it. Part of him is afraid that she’ll think he’s only doing all this because he doesn’t want her to destroy the reputation of his club. Which is bullshit, because Dean actually couldn’t care less. Any publicity is good publicity is the saying he goes by, and it is the truth. If it’s a bad article, people will be intrigued. If it’s good, people will still be intrigued. That’s just how it is. He never once felt intimidated when she told him that she is going to write that article.
Two days later, she feels herself again. It feels actually pretty great to be back amongst the living. All traces of her sickness are gone.
Dean texted her every now and again, asking her how she feels and she can’t help but blush every time her phone chimes with a message from him.
Y/N was able to go into the office today to finish things that were piling up on her desk. Thank god her colleagues helped with the articles that were due during her absence, but because Rufus thinks that she still shouldn’t be there at all, he sent her home early.
As she sits on her bed with her laptop propped on her thighs and contemplates writing up that article about Euphoria , she hears an incoming text.
D: How are you today?
Y/N: Better, thanks for asking. I went to work but Rufus sent me home early.
D: He did?
Y/N: Said I should rest for one more day.
D: I agree.
She rolls her eyes. She hates texting with him. She never knows if it’s his or her turn. Is she supposed to say something to that last text? It’s not like she can write up an essay when she writes in short sentences. But before she can think about what to write, Dean sends her another text.
D: Do you, by any chance, feel good enough to come to the club?
She bites on her lip and smirks to herself.
Y/N: Sure. Same time?
D: Whenever you are ready, sweetheart.
There’s blood rushing through her head as she gets up and walks to her closet. She has to wear something nice, but again, Dean has seen her at her worst and he wasn’t appalled, which she still can’t wrap her mind around.
*
She left a little early, therefore, she showed up here earlier, too. She hoped that Dean didn’t mind. The bouncer let her in and she stumbled upon Dean briefing his staff.
He notices her, nods in her direction but he continues to talk. She stands back, not wanting to disturb them, and listens in.
It’s weird. Well, not really weird, but it’s surreal to watch Dean briefing and instructing his staff. He is definitely a different Dean from the Dean she knew back in school. His voice is deeper, he has more facial hair, but what strikes her the most is how he carries himself. How he can come across as this authoritative person. Someone other people look up to. He looks good. Looks like he just walked out of a photo shoot. He has awesome social skills, and has a voice that makes you want to listen to whatever he has to say. She liked the old Dean but she also can’t lie that this Dean turns her on.
When he finishes, the people start to disperse and go on about their tasks. He comes towards her, smiling an easy smile that could make any woman blush. She’s no exception.
“Hey,” He smiles even brighter, his hands come up to stroke her cheek and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “You look better.”
She chuckles, “Well, that’s not hard, given that I probably looked like an extra from The Walking Dead .”
“You didn’t.” Dean’s smile is gone and his face is a little more serious. His hand is still on her cheek and he trails his finger down her jawline, thumbs at her bottom lip. When he realizes what he is doing, Dean quickly clears his throat, “Right. Are you ready to check out some rooms?”
“Sure,” She shrugs, a little sad that the moment is over.
Dean’s grin returns and he jerks his head towards the stairs, “Then come on,”
Y/N follows him up the stairs and through the VIP room where Claire and some other people were setting up things. They move away the big group of couches lining the middle of the room, carrying around big candles and pillows. They hang up electrical lanterns and silk cloth. She notices that they are all dressed in special gowns too. It has an Arabic feel to it. Girls wear gold bikinis and silken pants or skirts, gold chains around their hips.
“What’s going on?” She asks out of curiosity. She doesn’t even notice that she has slowed down, until Dean walks back to come get her.
He chuckles, “We’re having an Arabian night. There’s a special night every two weeks.” Dean grabs her wrist to pull her along, “Come on. We won’t see anything if you don’t keep moving.”
“But that’s interesting too!” She pouts, but she walks faster to keep up with Dean’s pace.
“Would you like to see that instead of the rooms?” He asks and looks down at her, his lips pressed into a thin line but he grins, she can see.
“What if I want to see it all?” She raises an eyebrow.
Dean’s chuckling softly, “Rooms first. I might have something you like.”
Something she likes? Well, if that doesn’t pique her curiosity she doesn’t know what will. She doubts that it’s going to be another sybian room, though. Maybe she can ask if she can go into that room again some other time. Or maybe he can tie her up in that rope, she was scared at first but it sounds appealing to be dominated and hanging around of a ceiling, the rope tight around her body, the material digging into her skin.
He comes to a halt at the door next to the room with the sybian bull and opens it to let her take a peek.
“It’s the furry room.” He says, and crosses his arms over his chest and leans his back against the door frame lazily.
Y/N’s about to ask him what that means when her gaze registers the clothing rack to the far left side. There’s a big mirror on the right and mattresses on the floor.
“Oh, my god,” She huffs out a breath, “These are costumes, right?” She can see some costumes of foxes and wolves, cats and dogs, lions and tigers and many more, “Are people really into this kind of thing?”
He has to chuckle, “Oh, you poor sheltered girl,” He walks in and picks out a costume to show it to her, “You won’t believe it, but this room is always fully booked. If you want to use this room, there’s a two weeks waiting list.”
“Dean?”
“Huh?” He hangs the costume back on its rack.
“I know, no kink shame and all, but, ewwwww,” She grimaces and shudders.
“I take it you don’t want to try it on?” Dean’s laughing as he walks towards her and takes her hand in his.
“Over my dead body,” She sighs and Dean pulls her out to open the door to the room next door.
“Medical room.” He says, and opens the door wide for her to see.
She steps around him and walks inside. There’s a white desk in the middle and off to the wall is an examination table. Hanging on grids are various sizes of dildos and strap ons. There’s also a tray next to the examination table with medical supplies.
It doesn’t really throw her off like it maybe should, because she can really imagine a lot of people being into that.
“So, the people who book the rooms, with whom do they fulfill their fantasies with? Employees of yours or other members?” She takes the strap on dildo from the grid. The leather is firm in her hands.
Dean walks in behind her, stops by the desk, “It depends. Sometimes members find their way to each other and they try different rooms together. Sometimes they invite an employee. The employee can agree or deny. It’s up to them. They don’t get paid to do it, you know? And sometimes, they mingle in the front first and invite someone to the VIP rooms. Every non-member has to sign an NDA before they enter.”
“You’re thorough.” She grins while she tries to strap the dildo around her waist.
Dean watches her in bewilderment before he answers, “I went on to business school, they taught me to be thorough.”
Y/N wiggles her hips, making the dildo swing around. She’s laughing and Dean can’t help but laugh with her.
“Is this the thing you said I’d like? Because honestly, I do?”
“You’re having way more fun than you should, you know?” He walks closer. His hands go to the strap on and releases it from around her hips. He hangs it back up, “No, it’s the next room that I’m excited for you to see.”
Dean takes her hand and walks out. They pass a couple more rooms until he stops. He exhales before he opens and tells her to close her eyes. She can see that he’s nervous and now she’s anxious about what lies inside of that room. What could possibly make Dean Winchester nervous?
She closes her eyes and Dean places a hand around her waist to walk her inside. Their steps echoes. She can feel from the reverberation that the room is bigger than all the other rooms they’ve been in.
“Okay,” Dean says, “Open up,”
Blinking her eyes open she takes it in and immediately her jaw drops.
“It’s a classroom.” He mumbles behind her.
Yeah, well, she can see that, but it’s not only a classroom. It’s their classroom. Their fucking English classroom from high school. Everything looks exactly the same, apart from the fact that there are no windows. There are still the same books displayed on the bookshelves, the same posters hanging on the walls. A big red ruler on the teacher’s desk, the same one their English teacher used to use to point at the black board. She can’t imagine how much trouble Dean went through to get his hands on all these things.
“Dean— I—,”
“Would it be weird if I say that English was the class I was always looking forward to the most?” His voice is a little lower, a little softer.
“I don’t know what to say,” She confesses.
“You don’t have to say anything,” He shrugs, “People use this room for role play. Usually teacher students kind of thing, you know. But it has a whole different meaning to me.” He walks over to the row where they used to sit in the classroom back at school and she follows him.
He pulls the chair to let her sit down and it’s weird. It’s like they’re catapulted back in time. Dean sits next to her and he leans forward, braces his elbow on the table, “Look here,” He taps at the wood on the side of the table.
D.W.
“You carved it here, too?” She chuckles.
Dean grins, all cocky and bravado, “Gotta let people know what’s mine.”
“This is crazy,” She shakes her head but she can’t hide the fact that she’s impressed with all the details, “You really liked English, huh?”
“You didn’t see it, did you?” He asks.
“See what?”
“Jesus, Y/N,” Dean groans and bends down, leaving his forehead on the table before he tilts his head. She can see that he’s blushing a little, “I only liked it because I sat next to you!”
She’s taken aback by the revelation, “I didn’t know,”
He chuckles at that, “No, of course you didn’t. You always were such a good girl back then and you hung on to every one of the teacher’s words. I’m surprised you even knew who I was.”
Dean’s not wrong. She was kind of a nerd.
“Fact is, I already liked you back then. And I asked you out to prom but you shot me down.” He says in a teasing way and she gasps.
“I didn’t.”
“Eh..ya, you did,”
“What?” She shouts out, “You didn’t ask me! As far as I can remember you asked ‘Are you going to the prom?’ and I said no.”
Dean raises his eyebrows and looks a little annoyed.
And then the penny drops, “Ooooooh! Oh, no, Dean. That’s not how you ask someone to the prom!”
“Yeah,” He chuckles, “I was young and a cocky bastard, okay? I didn’t know how to ask someone out whom I felt something for.”
“You felt something for me, back then?”
He clasps his hand over his face and rubs at this scruff, “Yeah, I did.”
She feels blood rushing to her head. He did like her then? Does he still like her now?
Before she can ask, Dean reaches out to touch her face, fingers skimming over her cheek. He leans closer, “Can I kiss you? I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t.”
Y/N bites her lip which she curves up into a smile, and nods her head in approval.
Dean exhales and leans closer. He grins as his lips ghosts over hers. He’s so close. She can smell his breath hot on her face. His hand is on the back of her neck, drawing her closer to him. They chuckle and it’s awkward. It’s like those awkward first kisses as teenagers. Their noses bump against each other and it’s like she doesn’t know how things work anymore, until Dean takes the lead and presses his plump lips to hers. It’s soft and salty, minty fresh too. His tongue teases along her bottom lip and she opens up her mouth a little more, letting him in. His tastes flood her senses, and god, she likes it.
The kiss is careful, soft. He breaks it after a short while but leaves his forehead on hers, “Always wanted to do that.” He grins and pecks her lips once more.
“We can continue to do that,” She licks at her lips, where a faint taste of him still lingers.
He chuckles, “Nah, I’m afraid that if I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
She frowns at him, “And you have to stop, because…”
Dean stands up and takes her hand, pulls her with him as he makes his way out of the door, “Y/N, I’m a gentleman and not a hot headed teenager anymore. I wanna take you out properly before I even start to think about doing anything else with you.”
“Or do anything to me?” Her grin is cocky, maybe as cocky as his when he was younger.
He groans, and turns around, cupping her chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt it up, “You have no idea what I dreamed of doing,” He kisses her lips one more time, “You hungry? I know just the place,”
Honestly, she would follow him into a dingy bar if that’s where he wants to take her, just to get it over with. She knows that her thinking might be desperate but maybe she is. She wanted to tell him before, when he said that he won’t be able to stop, that she didn’t want him to. Didn’t want him to stop when his kisses are so intoxicating.
Dean drives her to the diner which is about five miles from their old school. It’s where the students used to hang out and he remembered seeing her there on a couple of occasions, mainly when there was a birthday of someone she knew or one of her circle of friends invited her there. Dean knew that she didn’t have money back then. He had seen her nursing a warm milkshake more times that he would have wanted. He wished that he could turn back time and maybe jump over his own shadow and take her out. Well, he tries to make up for lost time now.
She gets out and looks at the diner, “Oh my god. This is a surprise.”
Dean chuckles and weaves his arm around her waist, pulls her close to him and starts to walk to the front of the diner.
As they sit in their booth, she looks at the menu.
“You like it here?” He asks, but he already knows the answer because she’s grinning like crazy.
“Very much, yes. I was afraid you’d take me to a fancy restaurant where they have too much cutlery and I never know which one to use.”
He has to chuckle at that, “No, I know that you wouldn’t like that. That’s why we're here, and I’m telling you, they have the best burgers.”
“I’ve been dying to taste it,” She says, “You know, after college, I always wanted to come back here but then I kind of forgot about it.”
“Well, you’re allowed to have everything you want.” He grins, “I’m feeling generous tonight.”
*
After the meal they walk out and Dean has to hold his belly because it’s so full. She’s trailing behind him and groans to which Dean has to laugh, “You okay?”
“I’m just really full.”
He takes her hand and walks her to the car, “You know, you were right about something,”
“What is it?” He can see her raising an eyebrow at him.
“You really don’t share fries.”
She elbows him in the rib and he chuckles, bends down to kiss the top of her head.
It feels easy, Dean thinks, he doesn't know why he was so afraid to ask her out in the first place. He likes how they can talk, how they can laugh together, how she just knows who he really is and not who he tries so hard to be.
“So,” Dean looks over to her when they settle in the car, “Where to next?”
Y/N smirks, “I don’t know? What do you usually do on a date?”
He is taken aback by the question because first of all, she considers it a date, too. And second of all, Dean would usually take the girl back her home after a meal or drink, fuck her roughly once, maybe twice if she’s really good, and then leave with a promise to call her but never does. He can’t tell her that now, can he?
No, he can’t. Instead he says, “I usually go to the club for a drink and then drive the woman home and say my goodbyes.”
She snorts out a laugh, holds her belly and her whole body is shaking. He can’t help but laugh with her, “That’s it? Oh, come on, Dean.”
“I am serious!” He whines, but she sends him a glare.
“Fine, whatever helps you sleep at night,”
“So, where do you want to go?” He asks again, his fingers on the car key, ready to turn.
Pursing her lips into a thin line, she pretends to think, “To your club? I’m really curious about the Arabian night.”
Dean nods, “The club it is.” He starts the ignition, drives off, and he knows that she’s been watching him, so he asks, “What?”
She shrugs, “I don’t know. That easy? What if I would have said that I wanted to go to the movies? Or to a concert? Or a walk in the park?”
He turns his head to look at her, a smile on his face, “Honestly? I would have taken you anywhere you want, Y/N.”
Chapter 8
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Centerfold 4- Memory’s Been Sold
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Author’s Note: Written for Meghan who requested some fluffy A/B/O smut and then I came up with an idea and ran with it. Smut will start after the plot is established. Also, this is gonna go toward my @spnabobingo squares. This chapter fills my Slutty Omega square and is rated E for Explicit.
Summary: Dean is living the normal-boring life with Lisa. When he opens the newest Playboy, he gets the shock of his life.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Beta!Lisa, Alpha!Dean x Reader (memory)
Word count: 2083
Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! , masturbation, pornography, mentions of multiple partners, mentions of fem-fem porn
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Dean pulled his pickup into the gas station down the street from Lisa’s house...his house. He had a house. He had a home, a family, an 8-5 job on a construction crew. He had...a real life. A real boring life. He was bored, but he supposed it was normal to feel bored, right?
“Hey, Jerry. The coffee fresh?” Dean asked as he walked into the convenience store.
“Half hour old,” the clerk, Jerry, answered with a smile. “And, uh, it’s Tuesday!”
Dean chuckled as he grabbed a thick paper cup and poured dark, bitter liquid into it. “New mags came in, huh?”
“Yeah. The Penthouse center is hot as hell, man. Oh, and the Playmate of the Month is the hottest omega I’ve ever fuckin’ seen!”
Dean laughed as he fitted the top on the cup. “Well, bring ‘em out, man. You know I’m gonna buy ‘em.” He took a drink as he walked up to the counter. Jerry had a Penthouse and a Playboy on the counter already. “They’re that good, huh?”
“Dude...especially the omega Playmate, man. She is smoking hot.”
Dean set the coffee on the counter and picked up the Playboy, slipping it out of the sleeve and looking at the cover. The cover was a woman, Taffy Rose according to the tiny script on the bottom next to the photographer credit, in a strawberry-print bikini and bunny mask. Hot, but nothing special. Nothing different or new. But he flipped the magazine open to the center and gasped.
“Holy shit.” The bunny mask was gone, her body on full display except the bits of skin hidden by the pink feather boa. His throat went dry. His cock got hard in jeans. His head felt like it might explode.
“I know, right?!” Jerry exclaimed, happily. “Isn’t she the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?”
“Yeah. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever…” Dean’s voice trailed off as he focused on her neck. No mark. He hoped they hadn’t photoshopped one out. She was the hottest thing he’d ever touched, tasted, the best thing he’d ever missed out on...Taffy Rose, Y/n Y/l/n...his omega. Dean cleared his throat and tried to close the magazine, but he couldn’t. She’d grown up so beautiful and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “She, uh...she been in anything I might’ve seen?”
“I don’t know, Dean. I’m Googling her name as soon as I get home. I suggest you do the same, man.”
“Yeah. Uh...I’m just gonna...I’m just gonna take the Playboy. I’ll get the Penthouse next time, Jer.” Dean threw a ten on the counter and walked out with the magazine, leaving his coffee behind and not even caring. He sat in his truck cab for a few minutes, staring at her photo. Y/n went into porn. Whoever would have thought that sweet little innocent young woman with the overprotective parents would- “Actually, no, that makes sense.”
He rubbed his hand over his erection as he looked at the ‘fuck me’ look in her eyes. It didn’t take long for his mind to drift back to her under him, holding him, letting out gasping cries as he fucked her, that look in her eyes as she dug her nails into his shoulders.
His cock softened as he remembered getting on the phone with her to tell her he was leaving.
He felt like he was going to cry when the line clicked. “Y/l/n Residence!”
“Y/n, it’s Dean.”
“Oh, hey! I just got finished washing every surface you touched,” she said, giggling. That giggle tugged at his heart. “I can’t wait to see you again, though. It was so worth the cleaning time.”
“Yeah, uh...it was awesome, baby, but...my, uh, my dad called.”
“Oh?” Dean could almost hear the heartbreak in her voice.
“Yeah. He...got word of a job in Connecticut. He’s pickin’ us up tomorrow.” There was silence on the line for a minute. “Y/n?”
“You’re leaving?” she squeaked.
“Yeah.” Dean had to fight the tears. “Yeah, we’re leaving.”
“But...what about...I...am I gonna get to see you again at all?”
“Not unless you can sneak out tonight. Dad’ll be here in the morning. We’ll be gone before noon.”
“Oh God.”
Dean took a deep breath and started the truck, driving home with a pit in his stomach. He immediately hid the magazine in his desk and sat in the rolling desk chair. He looked around to make sure Lisa and Ben were both out of the den area, hoping they were out of the house, before pulling up Google and searching for ‘Taffy Rose omega xxx’. Several thousand results popped up, so Dean went to the first. A video on Pornhub labeled ‘Sweet omega Taffy seduces her best friend Kat at a sleepover’. Dean swallowed and licked his lips, turning his volume down almost all the way and clicking on the video. She looked fairly innocent, without looking fake, which was a feat of its own considering he knew he was watching porn. The other actress wasn’t pulling it off anywhere near as well, especially the overacted reaction to ‘Taffy’ kissing her.
Dean could remember making out with her when she was just a little younger than the 18 year old she was pretending to be on his screen and it filled him with yearning to see her wrap her arms around this other woman’s neck and pull her in for a passionate kiss. He watched a little longer before hitting the back button and started searching through more and more results.
‘Omega Taffy Rose and her hot omega stepmom’ ‘Taffy Rose fucks her best friends’ ‘Sunny Sweets and Taffy Rose Turth or dare’ ‘Batgirl and Supergirl caught by Poison Ivy’
“Holy shit, she’s the hottest Supergirl,” Dean whispered, as he pulled his dick out of his jeans and started pumping it. It occurred to him, as he lazily jacked off and clicked through the ‘Taffy Rose’ tag on XNXX .com, that she was always with other women, usually other omegas. It took him forty minutes of clicking to find ‘Beta Brad Bull wants to know what omega tastes like’.
Not a single alpha in any of her videos, and not a mark on her neck, despite the fact that so many of her omega co-stars had marks that they had failed to cover no matter the makeup they used. And Brad and Taffy didn't go further than oral.
"That's weird," Dean whispered, tucking his dick back into his boxers but leaving the jeans open in a V. "Usually 'mega actresses are getting knotted every other scene."
He clicked off of the porn site and went back to Google, searching 'Taffy Rose alpha'. He found several blogs asking why a porn actress was unmated, some wondering how she could be in this business without fear of being taken by force, and some judging her for doing porn in the first place, but eventually he found an interview with her. He turned up the volume a bit and started it.
"Taffy, you have just burst on the scene and you've been staring in so many films this past year, it's crazy how popular you are all of a sudden!"
"Yeah, it is. I mean, I just started this as a fun way to make some money and now it's a full-on career!" Dean gasped at her voice. It was deeper than he remembered, seasoned with age, but that giggle at the end was exactly the same. That giggle made his heart hurt.
"Well, as long as you're having fun, right?"
"Exactly!"
"Now, I've noticed, and I'm not the only one, that you seem to favor lesbian scenes. Is that a personal preference, a reference to your actual sexuality, or-"
"Oh, no! I love guys. I live for cock, but…” Dean’s dick twitched at that. Why did her voice sound so musical...especially saying something so filthy? “I don't fuck alphas and there's a lot more work for an omega willing to fuck another omega than an omega willing to fuck a beta."
"Now, why don't you fuck alphas? It would seem a natural thing for you, right?"
She looked down, a bit of the bashful teen girl showing on her face. "Um...I just...it's dangerous, since I'm not mated...and it's special, ya know?” She bit her bottom lip and looked back up and Dean’s jaw dropped. “I may be a slut, but I can't fuck some random alpha and take his knot. I've never taken a knot and...probably never will."
"Fuck, I'd give anything to have you on my knot, Y/n," Dean whispered as the door opened and Lisa and Ben entered. Dean scrambled to exit out of the browser and cover the open jeans with his t-shirt. Reality crashed down on him. There was his family. There was his beta girlfriend and her son...his boy whether by blood or not. “H-hey, honey. How was work?”
“It was good. How was your day, Dean?” she asked, walking over to the desk in the den.
“It was-it was a day,” he answered, tilting his head to allow her to kiss his cheek.
“What’s this?” Lisa asked, pulling open the half-closed desk drawer. She gasped and slammed the drawer closed when she saw the magazine. “I cannot believe you!” she snapped.
“Come on, Lees, it’s just a Playboy,” Dean defended.
“‘Just a Playboy’? Dean, you’re living with a teen boy now! You can’t have this stuff! You can’t expose him to-”
Dean scoffed and stood, looking down into her eyes. “Lisa, I promise you that boy knows about porn and knows how to find the good stuff online. My Playboy is probably too tame for him.”
“How dare you? Ben would never-”
“Yeah? Check his browser history.” Dean rolled his eyes and stepped around her, walking out of the house and to the garage. He grabbed the cover and pulled it up just enough to open the door and climb into the front seat of the Impala. He took a minute to let a wave of nostalgia roll over him at the feel and smell of his baby before he settled back, legs kicked out and jeans shimmied down enough to pull his cock out.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his base. He could see Y/n in his mind. He could hear her laugh. He could see her smile, the way her eyes lit up when he said her name. He started moving his hand up and down his length as he remembered the way Y/n looked at him the first time he sunk his dick into her.
He ran his thumb across the head and gasped as he remembered her digging her nails into his shoulder muscles, how innocent she sounded when she said ‘I think you can go faster’, the way she whimpered with every thrust, the way she wrapped her legs around his waist and babbled his name, the way she whispered ‘harder’ and thanked him when he grabbed her white wood headboard and started pounding into her like the alpha he was. He wanted nothing more than to knot her, but she couldn’t take it.
She could take it now. He wanted to fill her and knot her and make her scream. He wanted to hear her moan and giggle and gasp and-
His breath caught as cum shot out of his cock, splashing over his hand. He gasped in a breath before another stream of semen left him. “Fuck.” Dean fucked himself through his climax until there was absolutely nothing left for him to give and then he slumped into the leather.
He was suddenly filled with despair. He found her. His omega, the one that got away, the one woman his mind returned to in quiet moments. He found her, but she was in the San Fernando Valley in California and he was in Cicero...with Lisa and her boring, normal life. Lisa and her son that she coddled. Beta Lisa that sent him away when he went into rut, who would never be able to take a knot. He loved that Lisa took him in, nursed him back from the brink of breakdown, but the yearning he had pushed down since he was sixteen years old was now back with a burning vengeance.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
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Easter Shenanigans
A/N: Happy Easter everyone! Here’s a small gift from me to you all <3 I hope you all have a wonderful Easter and please enjoy this DeanPharm fanfic! :D
Summary: After a call from his Mother, Pharm plans out a day full of Easter fun that he and Dean could do together.
Word Count: 2593
Letting out a yawn as he began to stir, Pharm slowly pushed himself up and rubbed at his eyes, his brown orbs sparkling with sleep as the bright sun peeked through Pharm’s white curtains, telling him that it was going to be a nice day. Stretching and letting out a sigh as his back cracked, Pharm pushed himself out of bed and strolled towards the window of his balcony, pushing the curtains open and grinning, happy to see the bright blue skies with no clouds in sight. Pushing his bangs out of his eyes, Pharm perked up when he heard the sound of his phone pinging on his bedside table, alerting him that someone was texting him.
“Wonder who that could be,” Pharm thought, walking back towards his bed with a spring to his step. Sitting down, Pharm typed in his passcode and furrowed his brows when he saw about ten messages in the group chat that he, Team and Manaow had set up. Opening up the chat, Pharm couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips when two pictures caught his attention. One was Manaow and Pruk, their faces painted as the Easter bunny, meaning they must’ve gone to a festival or something. The other picture was of Team and Win, both of them were wearing bunny ears and Team had chocolate all over his face as he held a half eaten chocolate rabbit. “Aw...no wonder the chat blew up. I wonder what P’Dean is up to.”
Not getting a chance to put his phone down, Pharm gasped when it began to ring, the caller id telling him that his mother was calling. Feeling a smile brightening his face, Pharm tapped the accept button and came face to face with his mom and brother. Grinning happily as he talked with them, Pharm blinked when he heard about their plans of the day, telling him about all the Easter festivities that were going on in the states. Letting out a hum as he thought about what his plans were, Pharm’s phone let out another ping and he just knew it was from Dean. Noticing the look on her son’s face, Pharm’s mother chuckled and wished him a Happy Easter, telling him to answer his boyfriend.
“Okay...thanks for calling Mom. Take care of yourselves and I’ll try to call again soon!” Pharm giggled, waving to them before they ended the call, leaving Pharm to himself once again. Swinging his legs as he checked the text he got from Dean, Pharm bit back a giggle when his boyfriend asked what he was doing, obviously wondering if they could be together. Humming as he answered back, Pharm launched himself off his bed and began gathering some fresh clothes, throwing a towel over his shoulder as he skipped towards the bathroom, getting ready to step in the shower. “I think I know what we’re going to do today!”
Letting the warm water wash over his form, Pharm made sure he was clean as the ideas of what him and Dean could do swarmed around his head. The mall was open for a short while, so they could get materials there to dye some eggs and maybe see if any stores had those Easter lilies that his mom loved a lot. Rinsing the shampoo from his hair, Pharm turned off the water and wrapped the towel around his waist, using the spare towel to ruffle his hair dry. Slipping on his clothes, Pharm continued to ruffle his hair dry until he was satisfied, brushing it down and nodding to himself in the mirror. Tossing the towels over the shower to dry, Pharm stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed his phone, seeing that Dean was on his way to his condo. Dropping his phone into his pocket, Pharm made himself busy as he waited for his boyfriend to come, checking the fridge and letting out a sigh of relief when he noticed the amount of eggs he had. Hearing a knock on his door, Pharm shut the door to his fridge and jogged to the door, opening it and smiling when he came face to face with Dean, who was giving him a soft smile as well.
“P’Dean!” Pharm giggled as Dean stepped in and pulled Pharm into his arms, hugging him gently. Burying his face into Dean’s shoulder, Pharm took in his boyfriend’s scent, feeling himself relax as they rocked side to side. Pulling away so he could fix Pharm’s bangs, Dean took in how he was dressed, arching a brow at the excited glimmer he could see in Pharm’s eyes. Grabbing the keys to his condo, Pharm laced their hands together and pulled Dean out of his room, not seeing the amused expression Dean was wearing on his face, yet not putting up a fight with being dragged out into the hallway. “I had some plans that we could do today...if that’s okay? Easter may not be a huge thing here, but Mom called and gave me some ideas of what we could do!”
“I’m happy doing anything with you, Pharm. Where were you thinking of going?” Dean chuckled fondly, finally walking fast enough to stand side by side with his boyfriend, their hands swinging beside them. Biting his lip in thought, Pharm mentioned the mall, which was closing in a few hours but that still meant that they could get a few things to make the day special, right? Nodding, Dean squeezed Pharm’s hand and stayed silent as his boyfriend continued to ramble on about what they could do, not once noticing the smile Dean had on his face as he observed Pharm. “Okay, let’s hit the mall first then. Are we heading back here once we’re done?”
Nodding excitingly, Pharm let Dean lead him towards the car, blushing when Dean opened the passenger door for him, letting him get in before he shut it behind him. Getting into the driver side, Dean started the car and looked both ways, pulling out of his parking spot carefully as they began to make their way towards the mall. Not minding the slight traffic they faced on the way, Pharm could only play with his fingers as the events of the day made butterflies flutter in his chest. Finally getting to the mall, Dean searched for a parking spot while Pharm practically wiggled in his seat.
“Found one. Come on, my Good Boy. Let’s go before you wiggle out of your seat,” Dean teased, smirking when a squeak escaped his cute boyfriend, Pharm quickly getting out of the car and waiting as Dean did the same. Lacing their hands together once again, Dean kept Pharm out of the way of oncoming cars and when they got inside the mall, Dean glanced at Pharm and smiled when Pharm met his eyes and smiled. “Where do you want to go first? Lead the way.”
“Let’s go to that one store that sells seasonal items! I was thinking maybe we could dye eggs? Oh! And I have this empty planter outside on my balcony! If they have some Easter lilies, we can get some and plant them!” Pharm listed off as he practically dragged Dean towards the store he mentioned, continuing to list some ideas they could possibly do before the day ended. Listening to everything Pharm was saying, Dean paused when they were in front of the store, Pharm obviously distracted from wherever his mind was. “Oh! We’re here...sorry, I was thinking too much. Let’s go in!”
Stepping in together, Pharm made sure to slow his pace so he wasn’t yanking Dean everywhere as they glanced over everything the store had that had something to do with Easter. Finding the egg dying kit while Dean went off to find the Easter lilies Pharm had mentioned earlier, Pharm held the kit to his chest as he continued looking, the two of them eventually finding each other. Holding two pots of Easter lilies, Dean chuckled at the look of amazement on Pharm’s face before they made their way towards the checkout counter. Giving a polite wai to the kind cashier, Dean thanked her for putting the lilies in a bag so they were easier to carry. Stepping out into the hustle and bustle of the mall, Pharm made sure to stay beside Dean until he spotted something that made him bounce and point.
“P’Dean! Look! It’s the Easter Bunny guy! Let’s see if we can take a photo with him!” Pharm pointed out, looking up at his boyfriend with glee, hoping he would say yes. Blinking as he took in what Pharm wanted, Dean snickered but nodded, letting Pharm help him towards the photo area, placing their bags down when they were directed to stand beside the Easter bunny. Posing nicely, Pharm quickly handed his phone to the photo people and let them take another photo, wanting to send it to the group chat whenever he got a chance so he could show what he and Dean did throughout the day. Giving the workers a wai when they handed Pharm the polaroid photo of him and Dean, Pharm grinned. “Thank you so much! Let’s leave now, P’Dean! I want to start our plans!”
“Okay with me, let’s get going,” Dean agreed, picking up the lilies while Pharm carried the dying kit. Staying side by side in the busy mall, the two quickly exited and searched for Dean’s car in the parking lot. Finding it after five minutes, Dean carefully placed the items in the trunk before he helped Pharm into the passenger side. Getting in as well, Dean carefully pulled out of his spot and they began their trek back to Pharm’s condo. Not having so much traffic as they did before, Dean sighed in relief when they made it back without any incidents. “Okay, what did you want to do first?”
Getting out of the car and grabbing the stuff out of the trunk, Pharm led Dean up to his floor, entering his room while he held the door open for his boyfriend. Toeing off his shoes, Dean placed the lilies onto the dining table and shook out his arms while Pharm grabbed some hard boiled eggs he had from earlier, placing them next to the lilies along with opening up the dying kit. Sitting down side by side, Pharm read out the instructions while Dean got everything they needed. Setting up the little rack that the kit came with so the eggs can dry without getting disturbed, Pharm watched as Dean began to mix the colors. There were orange, blue, purple, red and green dyes. Testing it out first, Pharm dipped one of the eggs in the orange dye, letting the egg sit for a moment before he pulled it out, grinning when the egg’s white shell was now bright orange.
“P’Dean! Look! It’s so pretty!” Pharm giggled, showing Dean the egg while Dean just nodded and stared at Pharm fondly. Putting the egg on the rack, Pharm grabbed another egg while Dean did the same, working in silence as they dyed all the eggs. Finishing up the last egg, Pharm carefully placed it in the last spot on the rack and sat back in relief, the colorful shells making him happy. They had experimented on some of the eggs, a couple of them have two colors instead of just one. “We used most of the dye too! Let’s go wash our hands and then I’ll clean this up. Then we can plant the lilies, yeah?”
“Of course, my Good Boy,” Dean chuckled, pushing himself out of the chair as they stood up, keeping their hands from touching anything since there was dye on their fingers. Pressing a kiss to Pharm’s forehead as he strolled towards the kitchen, Dean bit back a snort when Pharm squeaked and darted towards the bathroom. Making sure their hands were clean and free from the dye, Dean gathered all the garbage up while Pharm carried it towards the garbage bin, tossing everything away. “You have dirt in the planter box, right?”
“Yeah! Here, let me carry one,” Pharm confirmed, taking one of the plants from Dean so that he didn’t have to carry both of them again. Opening the sliding door to his balcony, Pharm pulled the box close and made room for them to sit, placing the plants down in front of them. Parting the dirt in the box so that they had places to plant the bulbs, Dean sat back down and followed Pharm with carefully pulling the lilies out, keeping the roots in place as they did so. “Okay, let’s do this very carefully…”
Doing as he was told, Dean was careful as they began to plant the lilies, the dirt getting underneath their fingernails as they worked quietly, yet efficiently. Planting the last lily, Dean blew out a breath and went to wipe the sweat off his face, blinking when he heard Pharm giggle as he stared at him. Reaching out, Pharm stroked Dean’s face and broke down in laughter. Arching a brow, Dean glanced down at their hands when the realization hit, his eyes narrowing in a challenge. Seeing this, Pharm gulped and shook his head, letting out a yelp when Dean struck, squeezing his cheeks with dirt covered hands along with running his fingers along Pharm’s sides, making the boy cackle and protest at getting dirty.
“Okay, okay. I’m done now. I think you learned your lesson,” Dean chuckled, pulling his hands away from Pharm’s sides as his boyfriend panted for breath, his bright grin making Dean smile as well. Whining when he noticed the dirt on his clothes, Pharm pouted which only amused Dean further. Standing up, Dean leant out a hand and helped Pharm up, dusting themselves off in an attempt to brush off the dirt on their hands and clothes. “Come on, let’s go inside and get cleaned up.”
“It’s your fault we need to be cleaned up,” Pharm pouted, making Dean snort and wrap his arm around Pharm, bringing him closer as they stepped inside Pharm’s room. Staring up at Dean with the pout still heavy on his lips, Pharm felt his eyes widen when Dean leaned down, his gaze questioning. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Pharm let his eyes flutter close as Dean pressed their lips together, the kiss soft and gentle as Dean wrapped his arms around Pharm’s waist, Pharm’s own arms wrapping around Dean’s neck. Pulling away before the kiss could go any deeper, Dean pressed their foreheads together and just stared into Pharm’s brown orbs, a soft smile rising on his lips that had Pharm smiling as well. “Um...I’ll meet you in the bathroom...we can uh...bathe together if you want.”
Noticing the way Dean’s eyebrows disappeared behind his fringe, Pharm coughed and shooed a shocked Dean into the bathroom, glaring playfully at the playful smirk that was not developing on his boyfriend’s face. Shutting the door behind him, Pharm sighed and shook his head, pulling out the polaroid from the mall from his pocket. Smiling at it fondly, Pharm carefully placed it on one of the picture frames on his bedside table before he pulled out his phone, sending the picture to his group chat. Hearing Dean call for him, Pharm rolled his eyes and placed his phone on the table, hurrying towards the bathroom, completely unaware that the group chat began to blow up as Manaow and Team reacted to the photo of him and Dean with the Easter bunny.
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Christmas Cuddles & Magic
One shot. Roman Fluff. (Using shots from Beginners) Roman and Reader from my main story lines!
Arthor’s Note: needed a comfort fic....rough working during the holidays during these days. 😬 was going to keep this one for me...but decided to share.
It had been a very, very long day at work. While waiting for Roman to come back from a string of meetings back to back to back all over Gotham, you fell asleep. You had curled, holding onto his pillow.
Originally, the two of you were supposed to go and look at the Christmas windows. It was a silly little thing. Last year, Roman had discovered you doing it, not realizing it was something you enjoyed doing. So he promised that this year, he’d join you. Afterward, he would take you to your favorite bistro that wasn’t far away from the store windows and the two of you would indulge on hot chocolate and other goodies.
*****
He slipped out of his shoes, and crawled into bed beside you. You were a sight to behold beautiful and adorable. Only you could pull that off.
“Baby,” He cooed. “I’m finally home.”
You stirred, making an incoherent sound mostly into Roman’s pillow.
He pulled off one of his gloves and brushed some hair from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear.
“We have to go and look at the windows.” He whispered, close to your ear. Smiling he placed a kiss on your cheek. “We can cozy up in Le Charlot and drink hot chocolate.”
He saw a smile. “I knew that would wake up my sleeping beauty.” He leaned in close again. “Let’s get bundled up, the wind is frigid.”
“Ok.”
He pulled back just enough look down at you. He smiled “We also have something to celebrate. All of daddy’s meetings went well.”
“Oh good.” You moved a little closer and you both shared a soft kiss.
*****
He lounged waiting. “Aw, there is my snow bunny.” Pushing himself off the bed, he got up. “Ready?”
You nodded.
*****
“Alright, get a table for yourself and wait for us at Le Charlot. Make sure its safe.” Roman, spoke in low tones to Victor.
“Do I have to stay in there?” Victor, rolled his eyes.
Roman, sighed. “No,” You could hear a touch of annoyance enter his voice. “You can wait in the car but give it a sweep.”
“Alright, I’ll do that. It’s really not my kind of place.”
“I get it.” He pressed his lips together. “We’ll see you later.” He turned to you. “Alright, let’s go look at those windows.”
He slid from the Rolls and then held out a hand to you. You happily took it and you gasped; it was snowing. “Romy, it’s snowing.”
He smirked, “I called that in just for us.”
You gently pushed him. “I would not be surprised.”
“Anything for you.” He winked and you smiled even broader.
With your arms linked you walked along the windows, stopping occassionally to ooo and ahh over the displays. It was just you and Roman, no one else mattered.
Occasionally, you squeezed his arm. “Oh, these are so great Romy.”
He loved seeing how happy you were over this. “They really are. I never knew they put this much effort into them.” He put one of his hands over yours.
When you finally reached the end of them, Roman pulled you close. “These were wonderful to see with you.” He said and meant it.
“Really Roman?”
He drew close, gently rubbing his nose against yours. “Yes, really baby.”
A frigid, gust came swirling around you both, giving a cold embrace. You both huddled a little closer, you both shivered. “Let’s go warm up in at Le Charlot.”
*****
Cuddled and cozy in a shadowy corner, the two of you were sharing mugs of hot chocolate. Roman, ordered a platter of pasteries and sweets. “I don’t know what to have first.” You looked over the huge plate.
Roman, reached out and grabbed one of the croissants. “How about this baby?”
“Yes, thats a good place to start.” You went to grab it.”
He pulled it back. “Allow me.”
You flushed. “Ok.” You leaned forward and took a bit.
You were tickled to your heart that two of you were being sweet like this. Roman, rarely liked to show such signs of affection like this and even less in public. But right now, it was just the two of you and the world just melted away.
*****
When the both of you were filled to the brim with the sweets and pastries, he took your hand. “Baby, I like how delicate your hands are.”
You flushed feeling your cheeks warm. “You think so.”
“I do. I am going, to have my tailor make you a pair of special gloves.” He kissed the back of your hand.
“Oh, Roman that would be so wonderful.”
He gently interlaced your fingers as you walked back out to the Rolls.
“Want to watch a movie when we get home?”
You looked up at him surprised. “You took the night off?”
He smiled, “I did.”
“Oh Romy I don’t know what to say.”
“It wasn’t fair I had all those meetings eariler so now its our time. Maybe we can make some popcorn.”
You looked up at him, as you cuddled up against him in the back of the Rolls as Victor drove to the penthouse. “You still have room?”
He gave you a sheepish look. “You know me and popcorn.”
You nudged him. “I do. Alright, you pop it and I will pick the movie.”
He pressed a kiss to your temple, just under your wolly hat, which he found so endearing. “Maybe something other then Moulin Rouge?” He said softly.
You looked at him innocently. “Maybe.”
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Mommy’s (Not So) Good Girl-18
By New Year's Eve Mom was over her disappointment at the lack of a ring and a proposal and had thrown her all into hosting the block's best New Years party ever.
As I was growing up, Mom and I would attend the others' celebrations but usually ended up back home before the ball dropped and would watch it together, cuddled up on the sofa at home.
That happened more regularly once Ben arrived; being closer to the bed for when the kid went to sleep.
This year though Mom had apparently volunteered to hold the annual party and from the time we woke up on December 31st, we were put to work getting things set up.
Ben and I are left at home, working on cleaning up the house while Dean and Mom run to the store for some last minute items and more booze.
As I'm putting the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher, I think back to just seven days ago when on Christmas Eve, Dean had given me the item he had visited the jewelry store for.
FLASHBACK
"It was your bracelet that had me going back to that store," he explained. "The incompetent sales guy couldn't get the protection sigil correct. I kept having to return it."
"Why? Does it really matt-"
"Yes-" he whisper-yelled at me. "Yes it matters. It has to be flawless. One small imperfection and it doesn't work. "
The way he demanded that the bauble be correct made me wonder if he actually believed in the power of something supernatural. Then again, he must because he has the same symbol tattooed on his chest. It made me see Dean Winchester in a whole new light. He was superstitious.
END FLASHBACK
And I’m not going to lie, it made me feel…...loved. That he cared enough for me to get something that he believed would protect and shield me. Wait, did Dean love me?! No, we were just two people fucking around, right? No feelings or emotions involved.
As soon as I start up the dishwasher I rush back to my room and go straight to my jewelry box. The hinges creak lowly as I open the lid and pull out the bangle. I stare at it and smile, realizing the significance of the gift. Dean loves me. Dean wants to keep me safe. Tears pop into my eyes as I look at each charm. Each one holds a special meaning, an understanding between the two of us; only the two of us.
The heart with the words ‘Baby Girl’ engraved on it is special because that it what Dean calls me when we are intimate; the disc shaped with the word ‘Daddy’ on it because that’s what I call him in those times; the diamond encrusted dollar sign because he actually listens and pays attention about my hopes and dreams of becoming a finance advisor someday. And then of course the protection symbol; he wants to protect me and keep me safe.
I can feel the love and adoration just by simply looking at the bracelet. Which, come to think of it, Dean probably realized that and bought it so I could feel his yearning while away at campus. I close my hand around the chain and bring my fist to my heart. “I love you too,” I whisper into the air before I place it back into the box and shut the lid.
When Mom and Dean return, I can’t help but steal looks and glances at the man I am falling in love with. He is so generous, so big-hearted, honest and trust-worthy. I am glad that the person I have finally fallen for is a man who should be admired. A man who should be cherished. I vow right then and there to make sure he doesn’t go a day without knowing how much I appreciate and value him.
When the house is full and the party is thriving, I take a chance at getting a drink. Yes, I am 21 years old now and this would not be my first adult beverage but I have never attempted this in the presence of my mother. How is she going to react to see me enjoying an alcoholic drink.
Then, I remember she has been witness to it. The fucking video of me at Halloween, grinding on Taylor and talking about sex. With Dean; with the man she has been living with for the last 8 months!
I carry the red solo cup through the house, smiling and greeting people as I pass until I get to the back patio where some of the more inebriated couples have seemed to congregate. I guess the illusion of the darkness of night has lured them outside. ‘Hopefully the ones out there are with the ones they arrived with or this could really turn into a mess,’ I think as I open the door and step out into the night air.
It’s chilly and there are traces of snow on the ground from the storm we got last week but the temperatures have been mild and on the warmer side so here it is New Year’s Eve, a few hours before midnight and people are mingling outside.
“Abby!” Brad calls when he spots me and I roll my eyes. He is standing in the corner with Debby, another girl from our high school class. From the look on her face and the glare she sends my way, I definitely interrupted something between them.
“Hey Brad,” I say as I approach them, keeping a decent distance.
“I see Mommy’s good girl isn’t such a good girl anymore,” he smirks and looks down at the cup in my grasp. “Or is that just soda?”
“No Brad,” I sneer. “It’s not just soda. Ya know, I turned 21 this year. I am legal. Are you or her?” I ask, nodding toward Debby.
“Oh that’s right,” Brad says as he steps away from Debby and approaches me. “You got a lot for your 21st birthday didn’t you? Got yourself a ‘Daddy’.”
I look at Brad wide-eyed and he chuckles. “Yea I saw the video. I think the whole world has seen the horny bunny talking about her Daddy. Just exactly who is this Daddy character that’s been messing around with my girl?”
Brad places his arm on my shoulders and I quickly shrug it off. “I’m not your girl, Brad. Never have been, never will be.” I turn and walk back into the house.
Brad continues to provoke me as he yells out, “Does he even exist Abby?’ and laughs as he makes his way back to his date.
Back inside, the music was louder and conversations were harder to hear; only snippets of dialogue. The Parks from across the street were in the dining room discussing something with the Jackson’s, and Brad’s parents, from down the way; Mom and Dean were in the kitchen talking with Stan and his wife, Monica from next door. Others were throughout the house debating this and that.
I walked toward my room, where I could be alone. Even Ben had a “date” as he was in his room with Noah playing video games. I was the odd man out. I had no date and no one to talk to so why even bother to mingle?
At a quarter to midnight, Mom knocks on my door to inform me that everyone's gathering around the television to watch the new year come in. I follow her down the hall to the front room where all the couples, excluding Ben and Noah, are hugged up and looking excited to watch 2010 become 2011.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1!
Everyone in the house yells out “Happy New Year” and then I am surrounded by eight couples kissing while the ages old song, Auld Lang Syne is played through the tv speakers. I quietly tap my foot waiting for them all to break apart so I can bid them all a goodnight and retreat back to my room.
What I didn’t expect was for Dean to pull away from Mom and head toward me, a sheepish grin on his face. Was he going to kiss me? In front of Mom and all the others? What the hell is going on? Am I dreaming?
I must be. I am probably still hiding out in my bedroom, asleep on my bed, dreaming of getting to kiss the one man I want to on this night because there is no way in hell that is about to happen!
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Mental Health Fics Masterlist
Dean Winchester
Broken Like Me (Model!Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, mentions of an accident, mentions of injury, body image & relationship issues, parental angst, anxiety
Dean Winchester is used to being recognized and just landed the biggest modeling contract of his career. But when there’s a family emergency and he has to race home to Kansas, he meets someone special, someone that gets him, someone that might be the best thing that ever happened to him. Only she’s got her issues too and the last thing she wants is to be his friend. But if she can look past that, she might see that Dean Winchester is exactly what she needs…
Maybe/But (Dean x reader):
Warnings: depression, feeling down/alone
The reader is having a bad day and thinks maybe Dean should leave her but Dean helps her feel a little bit better...
Not Alone (Dean x reader):
Warnings: depression, feeling down/alone
The reader is feeling down about herself and wants nothing more than to be left alone. Dean on the other hand makes sure she knows she’s never alone...
The Strong One (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, argument, angst, needing a shoulder to cry on
The reader is tired of having to be the strong one in their relationship and Dean makes a poor comment that leaves the reader feeling worse than before...
A Letter From Dean (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language
If something’s been bothering you, let Dean Winchester remind you exactly what he thinks of you...
Stuffed Bunny (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, anxiety
The reader sleeps with her stuffed animal because it helps with her anxiety, especially after difficult hunts. Sam and Dean find out about it and have different reactions to the news...
Pretty Girl (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, angst, depression, anxiety
The reader has depression & anxiety and she tries to hide it from the guys. Dean finds her during a bad night and helps her through it...
Alright (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, angst, feeling inadequate
Back when the reader and Dean were just friends, he was there for her during a hard time. When the reader notices her now boyfriend start get withdrawn, she returns the favor...
Rescue Me (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, angst, depression
The reader has been feeling less and less like herself lately and has come to the conclusion that no one should bother caring for her. After having a confrontation with Dean, he’s determined to show her how much he does…
Imagine...Having A Bad Night (Dean x reader):
Warnings: self-doubt, insecurity
The reader has a bad night and attempts to runaway until finds her...
You Ever... (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, self-hate
The reader talks to Dean when she’s having a low moment...
Snowed In (AU!Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, angst, self-deprecation, brief mention of cheating, smut
The reader is staying over her best friend Dean’s house for the weekend due to a nasty winter storm. During a game of truth or dare, Dean makes an unusual dare that will make serious changes to their friendship…
Good Point (AU!Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, body image issues, life in the time of coronavirus
The reader isn’t too happy when the number on the scale has gone up during quarantine despite their best efforts to be healthier recently. Dean however has a different viewpoint that helps put things into perspective...
I Don’t Like Myself Today (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, brief mentioned nudity, self-image issues
Dean finds the reader upset about a book but it turns out, it has nothing to do with the book and everything to do with what they think they deserve…
Late Night Talks (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, discussion of disordered eating & eating disorders
After a long hunt, the reader and Dean grab a late dinner on the road. Dean notices the reader not eating much and calls her out on her recent eating habits when he gets concerned about the road she’s on…
Imagine...How Dean Comforts You On A Bad Day (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, general being down
How Dean comforts you on a bad day…
Hot Girl Summer (Dean x reader):
Warnings: language, body insecurities
Dean and the reader are enjoying a day at the beach when Dean notices the reader is still dressed on the scorching hot summer day…
Sam Winchester
Never Alone (Sam x reader):
Warnings: anxiety attack, implied smut
The reader has an anxiety attack and the boys take care of her...
One Day At A Time (Sam x reader):
Warnings: poor self-body image
Sam comes up with a way to remind the reader to love herself daily...
Jensen Ackles
Nothing Day (Jensen x reader):
Warnings: language, feeling overwhelmed
When Jensen notices the reader getting overwhelmed, he makes her take a Nothing Day…
Breathe (Jensen x reader):
Warnings: language, implied self-worth issues, not feeling wanted, smut (shower sex, orgasm control)
The reader is having an off day and wants to be left alone. Jensen on the other hand comes up with the perfect plan to make the reader feel wanted…
Jared Padalecki
On Your Side (Jared x daughter!reader):
Warnings: language, mentions of self-harm, mention of injury
After an accident happens in the backyard pool, the reader is forced to confront a problem she thought she was doing a good job of keeping a secret from her father…
Reflect (Jared x reader):
Warnings: language, self-image issues/body dysphoria
Jared notices the reader shying away from him and suspects something serious with the way she views herself is going on…
No Pairing
Not Boring (Dean, Sam & reader):
Warnings: insecurity
The reader is feeling insecure over being boring but Sam and Dean help her see she’s anything but...
Your #1 Fans (Dean, Sam, Cas, Jack & reader):
*This one is for writers in particular
Warnings: language, feeling down
The guys find out the reader is feeling down about her writing lately and try to cheer her up...
#comfort fics#mental health fics#dean winchester comfort fic#jensen comfort fic#sam winchester comfort fic
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What do you think about Jason Fischer's "the night we met" board quote? He is is straight up queerbaiting at this point cause only dean and cas are the only two romantically involved (even if its ony in fanon) that met at night( in a barn); unless they make it canon which we all know they wont.
I think that Jason is deliberately yanking destiel shippers around with his song choices and quotes of the day. He also put “Angel with a shotgun” song on his board the other day. And that song is like destiel anthem, remember this youtube video from 2012? I mean, guys, we are like sitting ducks, we are a low hanging fruit. It costs nothing for Jason to put a song or a not so ambiguous quote on his board and the fandom is chattering away on tumbr and twitter and FB and idk, IG. Jason is not sending us some super sekrit hints about the episode, he’s just generating PR buzz for the show that pays him salary. Remember when he posted a photo of three bunnies before s13 finale? Two bunnies were touching noses and the third one was alone? Fandom hoped for destiel kiss, but we got finale with Cas left behind while big boys dealt with Lucifer. So technically, Jason’s bunnies didn’t lie to us. Fans assumed, and that’s on fans, not Jason. (But also, Jason knew exactly what shippers will assume. And you know what, bros shippers were right, their bunnies touched noses)
Same goes for other crew members and spn writers. If they know that some minor detail will create excitement among shippers but will go mostly unnoticed by GA, they will do it. That’s how we get people wearing tan trenchcoats in Cas less episodes, ship models in the background and what not. Remember how Jerry Wanek explained bisexual flag colors in Naomi’s office in s8? Sunset, he said it’s sunset and no connection to bi flag at all. He was aware of fandom theory, he denied it and he had no problem to put the same colors in s15 when Dean was singing on the stage. That episode was full of bi Dean subtext but it never went into text. Because no matter how many hints and clues Wanek puts into props, he is not writing the show.
I don’t want to imply that all spn writers and crew members are malicious and yank fandom for their entertainment. It’s possible they think they are doing us a favor? Or that we are in on the joke, wink wink? So many destiel meta writers are engaging with spn writers and crew members on Twitter. TPTB are aware of fandom metas and theories. They know what destiel shippers want and that makes easy for them to manipulate us with minimal effort. We are being yanked around so the show could go on. That’s all there is to it. They are doing their job, they are not our special friends.
ps read this post by frozen delight and check the threads as well: OP thrashes the ideas of negative space and last minute destiel which are so popular in this fandom; OP also mentions that episode directed by Richard Speight which featured a lot of roosters. Remember metas about it? Yea, it was just an inside joke.
ETA - I’ve been informed that the daily song and quote are selected by other person, not Jason. That still doesn’t change my point - we are being given stuff to talk about, we are not being given a promise of destiel. I also think that people who are involved with the show and provide us with these “hints” have a very vague understanding of what they are playing with.
#flyingcatstiel has thoughts#anons#s15#final countdown#jason fischer#i think a lot of casual fans don't really understand how big the bleed is#how much spn creators know about our wishes#i also think tat there are several blogs#*that#that intentionally promote these little things#that are inserted to bait fandom#we are being manipulated and i dont like it
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What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most? / Name one of your favorite tropes. / Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing
an aspect of my muse that i’ve wanted to explore the most:
I love (love, love) getting to write about how angels should not be ~*~*~special in the context of supernatural. They’re monsters. Powerful, complicated monsters, but by every definition they’re just monsters. And the show lets the concept of faith give them this false goodness that everyone buys into. Even Sam and Dean. Even when they shouldn’t.
And Gabriel is... The prime exmaple of this. Because he spends a big chunk of the first few seasons as a monster of the week! and then suddenly they find out he’s ~*~*~the archangel Gabriel and everything is different somehow? Not in how he behaves but in how Sam and Dean react to him. (and cas too, but that’s different because they knew each other). Which is just wild to me.
There is literally no dfference between the trickster killing all of those people (and let’s be real it was A LOT of people) and the archangel Gabriel killing all those people. But suddenly with this new context of what he is he gets a pass??? wild.
one of my favorite tropes!
One of my faves that fits Gabe specifically is the bunny ears lawyer. Highly competent but weird as fuck is a good combination. It warms my soul-hole.
an idea for a plot that i’ve never written
One day Anti and I are going to write a reunion thread for Gabe and October and I will probably cry, but we’re not there yet so...
And actually now that I think about it anything I want to try Anti is usually willing to indulge me so... uh...
In terms of plots I’ve never even pitched, I’ve always been interested in writing stuff in my ‘newly human and strangely literal’ verse with Sam, Dean, Bobby, or any hunter OC. Anyone who’s been a human their whole life having to help fill in Gabriel’s knowledge gaps in a world where he has made a choice to be human without thinking it through for shit. and maybe being a little impressed by the things he does know because he’s competent
#ooc: it's math not magic#the cars are used and the takes are hot#asked and answered#collidingxworlds
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Destiel Chronicles
Vol. XXXII
It was a love story from the very beginning.
Foreshadow of a broken heart
(8x03/8x04/8x06/8x06)
Hello my dears, this is gonna be just a short meta, talking about some things I noticed in couple of episodes, showing us this was gonna be a broken heart season.
First of all, I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder , she made the gifs for this meta and discussed with me the episodes.
Let's start...
Broken Hearts
I will talk first about episode 8x03 Heartache.
Remember that episode about the god CACAO?
Okay, when it starts, we had this scene...
So, the scene is very gore and graphic. The guy rips man's heart, and is important not just for this episode, but as a foreshadow of the crypt scene... Literally we'll have Castiel ripping Dean's heart there, and you know why. So... The writers are presenting here such a graphic scene that represents symbolically, what is about to happen next in the season.
A brief note right here, just as a little funny foreshadow, there's a nightclub in the episode named BUNNY HOLE, recalling u to Bugs Bunny, Looney Toons... The incoming Hunter Heroici episode, with the psychic and the cartoons.
Now .. let's come back to Sam and Dean, they sneak into Betsy bedroom and they found out a a lot of love letters... So the scene starts like this...
And then we had Sam and Dean reading the huge amount of love letter, the guy wrote those each day to his beloved Betsy... It sounds familiar, uh? Remember the whole... "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" thing? I told that was ROMANTIC.
Now, may I say the whole romance between Betsy and Cacao is a Destiel parallel and just in the portion when they're talking about a millennial warrior that fell in love with a mortal human... Mmmmmm
Let's jump now to episode 8x04 Biten.
This is a great episode about warewolves and EATEN HEARTS! (Again... Talking about ripped hearts, and now eaten hearts... Graphical!!)
We are witnessing how a young man in love with a young girl become slowly into a warewolf. A monster... And in the same episode we had this funny/not so funny scene...
Dean calling himself a monster is a foreshadow of Demon!Dean.
Now... Another little thing about this episode...
It looks like Wincest, isn't? But no... Who were separated for a year? Who wrote love letters/prayed every night till he found his angel? So there he have how THIS IS CONSIDERATE AS A LOVE MATTER. Writers are telling us in these two episodes I'm talking THE WHOLE DEAN LOOKING FOR HIS ANGEL AND PRAYING FOR HIM EVERY NIGHT IS THE SAME THING THAT WRITE LOVE LETTERS EVERY DAY TO YOUR LOVER AND BEING SEPARATED FOR A YEAR AND THEN FIND YOUR ANGEL AFTER SEARCHING DESPERATELY FOR HIM IS CONSIDERATE ROMANTIC.
Okay, we get it...
Because you saved the man I love
The last episode I'm gonna talk about is 8x05 Blood Brother.
Benny came back and found his old best, he gets badly wounded, and he asks Dean for help.
There's this curious scene that maybe will make you recall another similar... I mean... Is a blatant parallel...
Benny coming out the bathroom, is like Cas coming out the bathroom in 8x07, but Dean's reaction will be different.. is a parallel writers put here for us to see the difference between BRO REACTION AND SO SO I LOVE THAT I'M HAVING A BONER REACTION.
Dean insists in helping Benny and Benny knows Dean is loyal to his friends...
BENNY: Oh, your work here is done, Dean. You already saved the day. You know, I got my, uh, deal, and you got – what'd you call it? A family business?
DEAN: Benny. What's going on?
BENNY: You and that whole "friend" thing, man.
He knows about Dean's loyalty to his friends, of course, but he also knows ... Cas was a very special friend to Dean... And you'll see what I'm talking about in a minute...
I found very interesting this quote right here between the Father and Benny...
BENNY: Why didn't you let her die? She meant nothing to you.
BENNY’S MAKER: But she meant everything to you (...)
Why is that interesting? Because when Dean and Benny are in the boat coming back, this dialogue is played...
BENNY: Why'd you do it, Dean?
DEAN: Do what?
BENNY: Resurrect me. You could have drained my soul into any culvert, and no one would have been the wiser.
And immediately after this...
So, we already know this, is a famous scene in the fandom, there's plenty gifset talking about Dean resurrected Benny and helped him because he saved Castiel, Dean's angel.
But Benny saved him beacuse he knew THE ANGEL WAS VERY SPECIAL FOR DEAN. Dean showed him with words and attitude, Cas wasn't just a friend... As the dialogue with the Benny maker... Benny knew what Cas meant for Dean, he knows what is to be in love, so... That's why he saved Castiel. Even is letting him die would be the wise decision to get out from Purgatory without any more problems... But he did it because he knew Dean was in love with him, and that would destroy him. *Slams table!*
The whole Benny and Andrea love story it became a Destiel parallel when she breaks his heart and betrays him. (Another crypt foreshadow, we will have a lot of these in the upcoming episodes, and a lot of broken hearts too).
To Conclude:
There were plenty episodes talking about broken hearts and lover's betrayal. It could be readed as foreshadow for the crypt scene.
The scenes of the love letters and the scene of the young guy talking about being separated for a year are a reaffirmation for us to understand the whole looking for the angel one entire year while praying to him every night must be readed as romantic.
Benny knew Cas was more than just a friend for Dean, that's why he saved him, because he knows what is to be in love.
I hope you enjoy this Chronicles, see you in the next one.
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If you want to read the previous season 8 meta, here is the link.
Buenos Aires October 9th 2019 8:45 PM
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Ready to Embark: PROLOGUE Pt. 2
Amid the buzzing, excited voices of the students within the class meeting, you hear a few remarks of concern and some mixed rumors about the disasters the dean had previously mentioned, doubt about a situation like this bubbling to the surface. Students shuffled about with their friends and slowly congregated back in their homerooms where, as promised, you are given a pamphlet of information and a time to discuss the ins-and-outs of this school trip.
What kind of security will we have?
Well, I don’t know all of the details of security, but it will be similar to what you see around here, but perhaps more ‘beefed up.’
How long will the trip last?
It will be a two week stay.
Will this cost us anything?
All of your lodging, food, and any other needs are to be fully paid for by Hope’s Peak.
Are we allowed to opt out?
Of course, if you do not feel comfortable embarking on this trip, you are welcome to opt out.
Time went on as the class’ questions were answered to the best of your homeroom teacher’s ability. Concerns are laid to rest, and soon most of the class is whispering excited plans to nearby friends. The following weeks are a blur of final exams, permission slips, an end-of-the-year break, and, of course, packing for your trip.
Finally, as the day of your planned departure arrives, you and your classmates gather your luggage and travel out to the main school gates, accompanied by your homeroom teacher. Upon arriving, you are greeted with a large tour bus, surrounded by the familiar guards you have seen around school grounds, and one teacher whom only some may recognize.
Before any introductions or descriptions can happen, you are put through a brief, yet thorough security checkpoint prior to being given entrance to the bus itself-- your luggage is briefly checked, you step through a metal detector, your shoes are checked, and eventually your luggage is placed in the storage area underneath the bus.
Stepping aboard the bus, you quickly find a seat and await the remainder of your classmates. As you pass the front seat, you see the teacher chaperone assigned to your class sitting next to a rather cute-looking stuffed rabbit. Only when everyone is boarded does the chaperone stand to address everyone.
A larger man with almost spotted, hyena-looking hair stands before you all. He wears a fairly casual outfit, despite his position as an HPA faculty member, amd even has a fanny pack affixed around his waist. Standing on the back of the seat beside him is the cute bunny toy from before, only it becomes apparent to you now that this “toy” might be more sentient than you gave it credit for.
"Good morning, kiddos! Nyuff, Nyuff, Nyuff, Dororou Fufuto at your service.”
Bellowing out another jovial laugh, Dororou continued.
“Take a seat and take it easy, we’re gonna take this bus allllll the way to a special port where our HPA transport ship is waiting. Then, just like your homeroom teacher and some other bigwigs probably mentioned, there’s an overnight cruise to Korishi.”
The students on the bus took that as their cue to murmur and whisper to one another, but apparently the man wasn’t quite done yet. Speaking a little to closely to the tour bus microphone, your teacher almost cannot hide his excitement.
“I even checked the forecast for you and, while there might have been some rainy vibes at Korishi earlier, it looks like you lucky kiddos are gonna get a sunshine-filled trip in. I hope you’re excited, because this place has the best food and the comfiest beds. It’s gonna be a great time!”
With his little pep speech finished, Dororou moves to return to his seat, but the rabbit toy remains standing in your view. The rabbit, surprisingly, also speaks up and introduces herself.
"Hewwo~! Iws thiws thing own, hewwo~?”
Tapping a plush, velveteen paw against the microphone, the awe you feel is indescribable watching this state of the art automaton speak. Cute- or perhaps unsettling- this little pink creature continues on.
“Oh, thewe uwu awe! You'we aww wook so adowabwe weady fow youw twip. You can caww me Monomi. I fowwow Dowowo-senpai and hewp him wiff being the bestest westest chapewone evew! If you need anyfing, find me ow Dowowo-senpai! I’m vewy excited to meet you aww. Huwway!”
With the introductions completed, the tour bus pulls away from Hope’s Peak Academy around noon, followed closely by two security cars. The familiar buildings of the city surrounding the school whizz by as your classmates fall into a comfortable level of conversation, only briefly pausing for their provided lunch.
Sure enough, a couple hours of driving later, as the site of the ocean greets your eager gaze, your bus pulls up to a small, surprisingly sparse port. A couple of docks extend into the water-- as you wait for the remainder of your classmates to file off the bus, you stare at the glistening sunlight against the calm ocean waves. You spot, attached to one of the docks, the ship you will presumably be boarding. It is no cruise ship-- but it is definitely large enough to comfortably house you and your class for a night, you suppose.
As you and your classmates have their luggage loaded onto the ship, you are once again given a safety briefing by Monomi.
“Wewcome to the Hope’s Peak Expwess. We have wifeboats, wifejackets, and awwwww manner of safety devices in the event of an emewgency. Evewyone wiww be shown to a cabin to sweep in. Aww we ask is for you to be off the deck aftew 10pm, fow safety weasons. Kowishi, hewe we come!”
The remainder of the evening passes without incident. The ship leaves the port and you watch your view of dry land sink below the horizon. The endless expanse is so placid it is almost hypnotic, lulling you slowly. You aren’t sure quite when you fell asleep, rocked gently by the ocean waves, but eventually during the night, you found yourself dozing off into a comfortable slumber. In contrast, the dream of your future awaiting you is electrifying, an out of body experience. You imagine yourself floating away from idyllic school life into your body in tropical paradise.
What kind of trip awaits you, you imagine.
The following morning, gasps of awe of a cheerful announcement from Dororou wake you with a start. You were here! Getting yourself ready and exiting to the main deck, you stand with your classmates and watch the green, lush island of Korishi grow ever larger in front of you.
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