#or “we did not wear tight ripped jeans by '97”
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Chapter 27 - Yesterday Comes Tomorrow
Columbus Ohio, May 18 2017
(Andi is 29, Chris is 52)
ANDI: It was a little later into the evening and I was making my way out of the local mall that wasn't too far from the Sheraton Hotel. Chris had given me some cash and his credit card so that I could get a cell phone - suggesting an iPhone since he saw me playing around with his earlier - and to grab some more clothes for the rest of the tour which was only a couple of weeks longer. It felt weird taking his credit card, but he insisted and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.
I slip my bags over my shoulder, send Chris a text letting him know my number and that I'm on my way back and head to the Hotel to change before he heads out to meet up with Kim Ben and Matt. I'm excited and scared to meet up with them again. I haven't seen them since their last show in Hawaii '97. We sort of left on awkward terms with each other. It was only a few months later that the band completely broke up and it wasn't exactly the greatest of goodbyes.
As I pull up one of the straps, untucking my curls from underneath, I catch a glimpse of the tattoo on my finger and smile to myself, remembering the night that I got it. Seems a little silly I know, but it was the only thing I could think of next to an actual wedding ring, and I wanted to make sure that I had a part of Chris with me no matter what.
I just wish...
No, I can't think like that. I'm here with him now. I'm meant to be here. I was meant to save him, just like all the times he saved me.
A few blocks later, I was back at the hotel and Chris was there to greet me back in our hotel room, already freshly showered and wearing a plain grey long sleeve sweater T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of slim fitted ripped jeans with of course his Doc Martens. His curls were still damp but rested just above his shoulders, his beard now neatly trimmed and he smelled so freshly of after shave.
"Hi baby... did you find everything you need?" He smiles at me as I close the hotel room door.
"I think so," I say as I fumble with the bags a little bit.
"Here... let me," He says and helps take the bags off of my shoulder, taking my new phone out of my hand and setting it down on the nightstand by his with the bags down on the floor by the bed.
"It's so weird how literally just yesterday, my phone was only this little thing with hardly any screen at all and like... that t9 texting function..." I giggle.
"Oh yea I remember that thing... you were like so amazed by it you got me one too," Chris chuckles.
"Yea and I had to show you how to use it... and here you are showing me how to use an iPhone," I say practically in disbelief.
"Yea... I know," Chris chuckles.
"Oh shit, I forgot to get a luggage bag or something for my clothes," I say placing my hand on my forehead feeling like a moron that I forgot.
"It's alright, we can uh... stuff 'em in mine, I got plenty of room... you know me... I always travel light," He smirks. He moves back over to me and places his lips on mine for just a moment, then touches his forehead to mine.
"I uh... I should probably clean up a little bit before... you know..." I say.
"Ok," He says softly but still holds me.
"Chris?"
"Mmmhnm?" He mumbles with his eyes closed.
"You sure you're ok?" I ask.
"Yea... yea I'm fine now, just a little tired but... I'm fine," He says. We stand there for a few more minutes as he keeps his forehead to mine. I have this weird feeling he took a couple of pills while I was out but I don't want to ask him about it right now. He already knows my concern so I'm just going to set it aside for now.
"Ok... I'll just be a few minutes," I say as I slowly pull away from him and he flicks those beautiful blue eyes to mine. I give him a gentle pat on his chest and he covers my hand with his for a second before letting me go over to one of the bags to pull out a change of clothes and then heading into the large bathroom.
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A short while later, I finish my shower and change into a light blue distressed denim mini skirt, a silver studded belt and just a plain black fitted racer back tank top, a red plaid button up shirt over top with my curls all around me and fixed myself up with a little powder and some neutral eyeshadow just to feel a little more put together. Once I finish, I make my way out of the bathroom and see Chris laying down on the bed, on top of the covers, leaning against the headboard and quietly sleeping. I make my way over to him and gently place my hand on his chest and press my lips to his forehead.
"Chris? You awake baby?" I say quietly with my lips against his forehead still. He doesn't say anything and still continues to sleep.
"Babe?" I say quietly again and still he doesn't move. I can still feel him breathing, but his heart beat does feel a little faint.
"Chris?" I ask a little louder this time but still no response. "Chris, hey, wake up. You gotta meet the guys downstairs," I say but still nothing.
Trying not to panic I start to shake him a little, rubbing his chest but he still does nothing. I then move my hands to pat him on the cheek to try and wake him.
"Chris, can you hear me? Wake up... Chris?"
Suddenly he groans and starts to move, slowly opening his eyes to see me almost in a complete breakdown.
"Mmmm... hey, what's... um... hey," He says groggily. I look at him and have no idea what to even say. He scared the shit out of me.
"You ok? You weren't responding to me at all," I say.
"Um... yea. Yea I'm fine... just really tired. Fuck..." He sighs and sits up a little more, rubbing his eyes. He then flicks his eyes to me, squinting them from the lamp light and glances at the clock.
"Shit... how long was I out?"
"Don't know, half hour maybe. You scared me," I say my brow furrowing as I sit down beside him.
"Awe babe, it's ok. I'm ok... sometimes the medication knocks me out for a little while. I'm ok," He says. I say nothing as I continue to look at him completely worried about everything still.
"Andi, I'm ok... there's nothing to worry about anymore ok? It's just a bit of jet lag and medication. I'm ok I promise," He says as he cups my face in his palm, his thumb brushing across my cheek. I cover his hand with my left hand and lean a little into his palm. I then catch him glancing at my fingers, noticing the tattoo that was still on my finger and he takes my hand and places his lips on the ink that was etched there, all the while never taking his eyes from mine.
"Alright... um, I'm just gonna use the bathroom and we'll head downstairs ok?" He says sweetly holding my hand to his chest.
"Ok," I say and he leans in, placing a kiss on my forehead, lingering for just a moment and then moves off the bed and heads into the bathroom.
*****
"Babe, you have nothing to worry about - "
"I know, I know..." I trail off as Chris and I walk down the stairs of the hotel to one of the meeting rooms that businessmen and companies alike book for meetings and congregation.
This will be the first time I'm seeing Matt and Ben since -well in my time since April '97 - but for them it's going to be like 20 years. I had just hung out with Kim in my time, just a few days before I slipped. Even after Soundgarden broke up he was still really close to Chris and I. He was like an older brother that I could run to if I just needed advice on something or if there was something I just couldn't talk to Chris about. Next to Andy, and maybe sometimes Jeff and Eddie he was the one who understood me the most besides Chris of course.
I hope I don't freak them out. Well I might, since I still look the same.
With Chris's fingers laced through mine, we arrive at the boardroom. Chris knocks on the door and we hear a voice from the other side telling him to come in. Chris gives me a cute smile and then opens the door with Kim, Ben and Matt, along with a couple of other people - I'm guessing either tour staff or friends, I'm not quite sure - sitting at the large conference table.
"Hey man... how... are...?" Matt starts but trails off once he sees me walk in with Chris. Kim glances in my direction and his expression drops while Ben just looks at me.
"Holy shit," Kim says.
"Hey, look who I found," Chris says smiling, glancing down at me.
"Hi," my voice breaks and I clear my throat and I suddenly see Kim get out of his chair, his tall 6 foot 2 frame walking over to me with all the years I've missed showing in specks of grey in his full beard and see his dark eyes begin to well up. Something that only happened when Kim was intensely caught up in a moment.
"Andi?" He smiles and I nod as he stops in front of me, studying me for a second, his brow furrowing and then leaning into me to embrace me in the warmest hug.
"I take it you missed me?" I giggle as he still holds me tight.
"You have no idea," He says sweetly, and I see Matt and Ben walk over to me.
"Hey, you gonna let her breathe or what?" Matt chuckles and Kim finally lets me go. "Hey Andi," Matt says and embraces me in a hug.
"Hi," I giggle and he lets me go. I glance up at Ben and see that he still hasn't said anything. He was always so quiet and so shy but I can tell by the little smirk he's giving me that he missed me too.
"Hi Ben," I say shyly and he steps over to me as I lift myself up to hug him.
"Hi Andi," He says, his voice low as he holds me and suddenly squeezing me tighter for just a second and then letting me go. Ben was never good at showing those kind of feelings, but I completely understand. I know he missed me too.
"Ok, lets quickly go over the schedule for tomorrow and uh, then grab some food...? Catch up?" Matt says.
"Hell yea I'm down for that," Kim says as he smiles at me.
"Sounds good to me," I say and Chris places a kiss on my temple. They all take their places back at the large table and just as I was about to tell Chris that I could wait in the lobby, he grabs a chair and tells me to sit.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Well yea... it's not like it's a secret meeting or anything. You know the routine babe, remember?" Chris says.
"You were the one who used to set up these things anyways... stay Andi," Matt says and I give him a half smile.
"Ok... ok sure," I smile and it's like no time had passed at all.
*****
About an hour or 2 later, the guys finished up their meeting and decided to head out for some much needed food since Chris and I haven't eaten since we landed. We make a plan to meet up in the lobby and I tell Chris that I needed to head back up to the room for my phone and jacket. As I make my way down the hall to our room, I see someone just closing the door to our room and locking it and heading down the opposite way. It definitely was not room service. Concerned, I pick up my pace and see them turn the corner as I approach the hotel room door.
What the hell?
I wasn't sure if I should keep following or just go in the room. I decide to head down the hall where the figure disappeared and make my way around the corner just in time to see Martin Kirsten standing in front of the elevator, waiting for it to open. I shrink back behind the corner and watch him without him noticing me. He then steps on to the elevator once it arrives and just as it closes, his eyes catch me. For a split second I had this overwhelming feeling that something bad was about to take place and just as the elevator takes Martin to his floor, I decide to run back to the room, but I see Chris coming from the opposite side of the hallway.
"Hey babe, I thought you said you were grabbing your jacket," He smiles at me as I stop at the door.
"Yea, I was I just um..." I hesitate not sure if I should say anything but again I just have this feeling. "Did you forget something?" I ask.
"Yea, I forgot my meds... I'm supposed to take them now," He says as he unlocks the hotel room door and he steps inside. I step in after him and see him open up the nightstand drawer as I glance around the room to see if Martin had fucked with anything.
"Shit... where did I put them?" Chris says as he closes the drawer and moves over to his luggage bag to unzip it. As Chris searches I see a bottle on the far dresser that wasn't there before we left. I walk over and grab it off the top and read the label indicating Ativan - Lorazepam 50ng/mL , noticing that there was once again only 2 pills inside.
"Oh hey, you found 'em?" Chris asks as he moves over to stand behind me.
"Uh... yea... but Chris I don't think you should take these," I say as I look at the bottle still.
"What are you talking about? You know I have a 'script for them," He chuckles as he attempts to take the bottle from me but instead I pull them away and turn and face him.
"Andi-?" Chris looks at me confused.
"I saw him in here," I say.
"Who? Martin?" Chris asks and I nod. "Ok so yea... if I'm not here, he'll just come in and leave me the amount that I need. That's normal... he has a key so it's fine babe,"
"No... no I don't think it's fine. Why does he only leave you 2? And where's the other bottle? Did he just take the other bottle?" I ask looking up at him as my brow furrows.
"Well yea, he swaps the bottles so that the dosage is the same each time... I can't be left with the entire bottle on my own," He explains.
"Why not?" I ask.
"You know why, I told you... I had issues with pills in the past so... he helps keep it in check," Chris says. I look back down at the bottle and open it up, pouring the pills out into my hand.
It has been years since I was put on the same medication to help with my time slips - since they had discovered it was sort of like epilepsy but also related to emotional stress along with other factors that they had just started to discover with me in my time - but I remember what Lorazepam looks like. They are small circular while pills usually with a number 1 embossed on one side and a little half moon embossed on the other. These on the other hand are a light blue, almost white with the letter M embossed and nothing else. I've never seen these before.
"I know what Lorazepam looks like and these aren't it," I say still looking down at the 2 pills in my palm.
"Babe... " Chris trails off looking down at me and as I look up at him I can see he looks defensive and just as confused as I was.
"Are you sure this is what you took earlier?" I ask, now worried.
"Um... maybe... but... I don't know, like I said Martin is the one who gives them to me," Chris says. I look back down at the pills in my hand and then place them back in the bottle.
"I don't want you to take these," I say still not looking up at him. I was scared and worried and I didn't want to see Chris's reaction to me.
"Babe, it's ok I told you -"
"I know what you told me but I don't want you to take these. You don't know what they are... fuck I don't even know what they are but they aren't what Martin has been letting you believe they are," I look up at him trying to not let my eyes well up.
"Andi I can't just stop, it's dangerous for me or anyone to just quit anxiety meds without seeing a doctor first,"
"Chris, you don't even know what you’re taking... what if this is what caused you to attempt, what you attempted to do last night before I appeared?" I say trying to fight back my tears but I could feel them start.
"Andi - ?"
"Chris I'm serious... mixing meds is dangerous, especially if you don't know what the hell you're taking and the fact that you let him control it - "
"What do you want me to do?! What the fuck do you want me to do?!" Chris shouts at me which makes me flinch.
"I want you to stop taking these and I want to help you. I know I slipped for a reason, and if it was to save you then let me fucking save you," I say as his blue eyes burn into mine.
"What if you can't?" He says after a few moments of looking at me in silence.
"... and what if I can?"
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Remember Me.
Title: Remember Me
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Word Count: 5300
Summary: It’s been fifteen years since you’d seen Dean Winchester. Only to bump into him one night in a hunters bar. There was only one teeny problem - he doesn’t remember who you are. A problem you take full advantage of.
Rating: 18 +. NSFW
Warnings: Angst, pining, smut. fingering, finger fucking, oral (female receiving), wall smut, bed smut, motel smut, drinking, swearing, childhood friends, etc
A/N: So this was a lovely request of @jesseswartzwelder the request is below. All i can say is: I hope you enjoy this hun and it’s what you hoped it would be! It’s a little lengthy but i got carried away! aha!
Request: Do you think you can write a smut filled story where a 32yr. old female meets Dean at a bar. He thinks she is incredibly hot. Doesn't know that he actually knows her(she knows though) and she pretends that she is someone else. Asking him "you sure we don't know each other?" They go back to the hotel.Smut it up all night long.Next day she is gone. Dean and Sam go to Bobby's and surprise! Look who's here,the girl hunter they grew up with but haven't seen in years! Girl from the night before.
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Rain was hammering down on the asphalt, thunder echoed above you as lightening filled the night sky. You sighed as you rested your head against the steering wheel of your truck, pulling the keys from the ignition as you listened to the heavy raindrops bounce off the metal. Your latest hunt had been an absolute bitch. You had been hunting ghouls, a couple of them wanting fresher meat than that from the cemetery and had begun to harass the local town. Their den was like a rat run and it was a lot for one person to cover. You’d been crawling through tight tunnels, crypts and a shit load of dirt before you found the ghouls you were looking for. After a gruelling skirmish, you managed to decapitate them and come out relatively unharmed. However, the smell of the dead still lingered in your nose. No matter how many times you had showered, how hard you scrubbed, the smell was stuck in your senses.
That lead you to where you were now. You needed to let your hair down, you needed to be with people who knew what you had been through, you needed the taste of beer on your tongue. So here you were at the nearest hunter’s bar, Midnight Moon. You took a deep breath before pushing yourself up off the wheel, brushing the hair from your face as you looked towards the blue flickering sign of the bar in the distance. You checked your make up in your rear view mirror, you weren’t wearing much, just enough to accentuate your eyes before opening the driver’s side door.
You ran across the parking lot to the front entrance of the bar, your feet splashing water from the puddles as you went before you swung open the heavy door. The smell of ale and cigarettes instantly hit your nose and you found it oddly calming. You looked around and sent a few acknowledging nods to hunters you recognised as you headed towards the mahogany bar, shrugging off your wet leather jacket as you went. You were left in your white buttoned camisole and a pair of dark ripped jeans which were tucked into your ankle high boots by the time you reached the front of the bar. You hopped up onto a stool and placed your jacket around the back of it, the leather resting against the velvet back. You were itching for a beer, needing to relax and unwind after the day you had so you signalled to the barman and smiled when he slid a bottle of El Sol your way.
You weren’t going to have many, maybe two or three as you were heading back to Sioux Falls in the morning. You had received a call from Bobby Singer earlier on in the evening asking for your assistance in some new case he had, something to do with Leviathans and you jumped at the opportunity. It had been a while since you had seen Bobby and you were well overdue a catch up. He was always on the end of the phone as your back up if someone on a case questioned your alias and you would forever be grateful. You took a generous swig of your beer as you thought about the memories you had containing Bobby. He had taught you all you knew about certain monsters and his collection of lore was the biggest you’d seen. You’d spent many of your days sitting at his desk, lore book in hand.
The sound of the bar door swinging open halted your thoughts. A sudden strong gust of wind barrelling its way through the bar causing you to glance towards the entrance. It was at that moment when you felt your heart stop and your breath get caught in your throat. Your eyes scanned the figure who was currently running his large hands through his wet hair, wiping the rain from his face. He shrugged off his wet brown leather jacket as his bow legs carried him closer to you. You’d know those legs and figure anywhere.
Dean Winchester.
The last time you saw the green eyed man was over fifteen years ago. You were seventeen when your dad decided to move you halfway across America, away from the Winchesters, away from Sioux Falls and away from the life you grew up knowing. You hated your dad for it, you always wondered if your life would have been different if you had stayed under Bobby’s care. You and the Winchester brothers were close, they too were under Bobby’s care around the same time you were. They quickly became your childhood best friends, you’d help Sammy with his homework whilst you’d watch old Westerns with Dean. The summer of 97 was one you’d always remember, it was the summer you realised you had more than just friendly feelings for Dean Winchester. He’d emerged from under his father’s impala, wearing a grey t shirt that was covered in grease and he just smiled up at you in greeting. Your stomach did somersaults and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. But it was never to be as the summer of 97 was where your dad reappeared and tore you away from everything you knew.
Dean fucking Winchester.
You’d doubt he’d remember you, he was never bothered about keeping in contact with you for starters. Letters went unread and calls went unanswered. You had also changed so much since you were seventeen, you were no longer a girl but a woman. A woman that had been an active hunter since she was twenty two. You adorned a few scars, your hair was shorter and your attitude had completely changed. There were times where you wished you couldn’t remember him, but he was famous in your line of work. He’d stopped the apocalypse, he’d rose from the dead and he was best friends with an Angel. The hunter grapevine made sure you would never forget Dean Winchester.
You sighed into your beer, swilling the remains of the alcohol around the bottom of the bottle as you let your mind wander. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw how he sauntered up to the bar and ordered a beer, taking a seat a few stools down from you as he did. You wondered where Sam was but then again, if he was anything like he was when he was younger, you’d probably guess that he was researching back at whatever motel room they were staying in. You finished your beer and slid the bottle away from you, signalling to the bartender for your second when a deep husked voice sounded from the side of you, erupting goose bumps on your skin.
“I’ll get that.” You turned to your right to see Dean Winchester had made his way to sit next to you, his thigh close to yours as he handed the bartender a couple of dollar bills. His right hand wrapped around his own beer, he turned to you before smiling softly. “You look like you’ve got some stuff on your mind,” he husked. You swallowed hard, your mouth was dry and no amount of alcohol was going to cure it. You looked into his green orbs, scanning each of them intently as he gazed at you. You were right, he didn’t recognise you.
“You have no idea,” you replied quietly, your eyes not leaving his as if you were in some hypnotic state. How could he not know who you were? Surely your hair may be different, you had aged slightly and there were more scars on your skin but your eyes were still the same. You watched how Dean shuffled a little closer to you, twirling on the stool so his right arm was now leaning on the bar as he nursed his beer.
“Want to enlighten me sweetheart? I’ve been told I’m a really good listener,” he winked. You tried to smile to hide the astonished look from your face. The man you had a crush on as a teenager, the man that stole your heart was sitting right in front of you, making his moves and acting like you’d never met before in your life. You had to give him a nudge, he had to know it was you…right?
“You know, you look real familiar to me, have we met somewhere before?” You asked, your tone soft and your heart hopeful. You watched as his eyes scanned yours, his brow creasing slightly at your question. You held your breath. Please remember me. Dean’s face broke out into a smile as he reached forward to tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear and you felt as though your heart was going to beat out of your chest.
“I doubt that sweetheart, I’d definitely remember you if we had met before,” he purred, his finger ghosting your cheek as he withdrew from you. Sure you would.
All you could do was smile and try to hide the fact that inside you were screaming. Under different circumstances, this would be everything you had ever wanted, your fantasy come true. Dean Winchester hitting on you in a bar. His deep voice broke your thoughts, his fingers trailing you’re your bare arm making you concentrate on him. “Come on, lay it on me.”
“Let’s just say someone from my past has come back into my life. Someone I used to care a hell of a lot about but he never gave me the time of the day. He always had better offers on the table, never thought of me in the way I wanted him to. We were friends, best friends but there was always someone better looking that held his attention. I never stood a chance. Then something happened and we lost contact. I never thought I’d see him again but low and behold, he’s back in my life and I have no idea what to do,” you confessed.
You weren’t lying, you hadn’t told Dean that he was the subject of your confession but it was a confession all the same. It was true, you did have no idea what to do. He was hitting on you, you could feel the warmth radiating from him as he sat next to you and it made you quiver. You’d love nothing more than to feel the weight of him over you as you screamed his name but you couldn’t let this go that far…could you?
“You need to forget about him,” Dean replied before placing his large hand over yours, a smart move. Comforting and a move all in one. You looked up to see his emerald orbs boring into you, his lips wrapped around the edge of his beer bottle as he took a sip. You couldn’t help but stare, you watched his throat as he swallowed before you glanced down and his hand covering yours. Fuck, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Really? That’s your advice?” you scoff, trying to play off the intensity of his touch. You tried to focus on your own beer bottle, you tried to focus on anything that wasn’t the bow legged hunter beside you but it was pretty impossible considering he was now stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
“Hey I said I was good at listening, not good at advice,” he chuckled as he let go of your hand. Instead he brought it to your face, his finger resting along the line of your jaw as he angled you to face him. “But the way I see it? Any man who had the chance of having you and didn’t, well he is incredibly stupid,” he said, his voice deep and gruff. It made you clench your thighs.
“You think?” you asked, your voice hardly above a whisper as you didn’t trust yourself to not let out some sort of inappropriate noise. You were getting in too deep, he was meant to be a childhood friend so you had to be honest with him. You opened your mouth to speak when you glanced up into the mirror behind the bar and watched Dean through the reflection. You saw how he was looking at you, drinking you in. If you told him the truth right now, you’d be friend zoned, there was no question about it. You’d not get to live out your fantasy of being with the man that had your heart pounding, the man that had always been in the back of your mind, the man you had to hear other female hunters brag about.
“I know sweetheart,” he husked close to your ear and you shuddered. You watched through the mirror as Dean got up from his seat, taking a step to come behind you as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He moved them inward, moving your hair away from your neck as his eyes locked onto yours through the reflection. He bent down and placed his lips dangerously close to your ear, “because from what I can see, you’re the prettiest little thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
You sucked in a sharp breath as you clenched your thighs together, his hot breath fanning over the skin on your neck as his fingers ghosted over your bare arms. Shit there is no going back now. You’d crossed the line and the whimper that left your mouth as his lips kissed just below your ear proved it. You felt fresh slick coat your panties at the thought of everything this man could do to you, at everything this man was going to do to you. Oh god, what if he suddenly remembers? You had to check, just one more time. You wanted him, you wanted to know what a night with Dean Winchester was like after imagining for so long. It was now or literally never.
“You sure we don’t know each other?” you asked a little breathlessly, a twinge of arousal in your core as you felt Dean’s tongue trail down to the curve of you neck. Please don’t remember me.
“Damn sure sweetheart.” With that final confession, you moved your head to the side to allow Dean more access, his hands now coming around to the side of your breasts. He didn’t seem to care about the company of the bar and when you caught his eye in the reflection once more, he flicked his thumbs over the hardening nubs in your bra, making you squirm in your seat.
“Oh my god,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as a blush burned your cheeks. You were pretty sure Dean was smirking right about now, you could feel it in how his lips moved against your skin.
“Call me Dean,” he murmured against your neck and you let out a slight laugh. You opened your eyes and when you caught the sight of him behind you, hands on your chest, lips on your skin you threw all caution into the wind. For one night, you were anyone but Y/N. You were the woman who was going to leave with Dean Winchester. Your final decision was made.
“Fuck it” you whispered, mostly to yourself before you span quickly on your stool, catching his lips with yours. You heard him grunt against you and it made you shudder as he enveloped his arms around you, his hands resting firmly on your ass. As you broke off the kiss, Dean grabbed your hand as you grabbed your jacket and pulled you out of the bar. This was a night you were never going to forget.
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You both stumbled through the motel door as you tried to shed each other of your clothes, lips locked, tongues fighting for dominance. Dean kicked the door shut with his booted foot before he grabbed you by the arms and slammed you against it, pressing his leg between yours to stop you from closing them. His lips trailed down your jaw, down you neck to your clavicle as his hands started to make light work of the buttons on the front of your camisole. You were a whimpering mess beneath his touch, your own hands pawing at his grey shirt to pull it down off his shoulders.
He undid the last button and roughly pulled the material from your arms, leaving you in just your white laced bra. You heard Dean growl at the sight of you, his lips trailing further down to take the lace covered nub in his mouth. Your back arched against the cold wood, forcing your breast further into his warmth as your fingers threading themselves through his dark hair. His hands travelled up your sides and slid around to your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him before his fingers undid the clasp of your bra. He pulled the cups down and off your body with force, the garment falling to floor behind him as he continued his assault on you. He moved from one breast to the other, leaving a wet trail behind him as his tongue traced your skin.
Arousal was pooling in your panties, all you wanted to do was have him inside of you, the feeling of his hot breath on your skin doing nothing to fan your flames. His tongue trailed lower as he knelt to the floor, his mouth taking the chance to kiss your bare skin every couple of seconds before he got to the waistband of your jeans. Your hands were on his shoulders at this point, his lips leaving your skin to concentrate on popping the metal button open as his dark lidded eyes looked up at you with an accompanying smirk. Once your jeans were undone, he roughly pulled them down your legs as far as they would go. His calloused fingers hooked into your panties, you waited for him to pull them down to but all you heard was the sound of material ripping before you felt cool air surround your sex. He’s ripped my underwear. The thought of his primal need to have you made you whimper above him and he chuckled lowly.
He placed a hot kiss just above your clit, the feeling of his breath on your pussy making your knees quiver and you needed to hold onto him for support. His velvet tongue followed, lapping a long strip from your entrance to your clit in a fluid motion and you almost came there and then. You moaned loudly, Dean’s fingers now at your hole as his tongue flicked rapidly over your swollen bundle of nerves. He sank his fingers knuckle deep, curling them inside you to stroke your sweet spot as his tongue lapped up everything you were giving him. You dug your nails into his shoulders, needing to hold onto him for dear life when you felt the coil tightening within you. You threw your head back against the door, panting. With a few more licks and with his fingers fucking you rapidly, you came undone, screaming his name.
You didn’t have time to recover. Dean was stood in front of you, bare chest as he ripped off his shirt and captured your lips once again in a searing kiss. You stepped out of your jeans, trying your hardest to kick off your boots as he walked you over to the bed. By the time your legs hit the mattress, you were completely naked. You let your tongue trace along Dean’s bottom lip, your hands sliding down his toned bare chest as you started to make work of his jeans. You could feel his erection digging into your stomach and you couldn’t wait to feel the weight of it in your palm. Sliding Dean’s jeans and underwear down his bow legs, you gasped when you came face to face with his cock. He was a lot bigger than you had imagined and it made your pussy clench around nothing. Looking up you saw Dean smirk.
“Like what you see baby?” He quipped and you just nodded, licking your lips. Dean lips turned into a devilish smile as he pulled you back up by your arms. He ghosted his lips over yours in a teasing manner, his cock nudging and throbbing against you.
Before you had time to react, Dean grabbed at your thighs, making you fall backwards onto the bed with a squeal. It was a move you weren’t expecting but one that turned you on just the same. You looked up at the green eyed Winchester from under your lashes to see his lust blown eyes staring down at your glistening pussy. Your own gaze landed on his throbbing cock, you wanted to taste it, you wanted to feel the weight of it in your mouth but as you moved forward to get close, Dean’s large hand pushed you back down into the lumpy motel mattress.
“Nuh uh, I’m in control here,” he growled, pumping his cock in his hand at the sight of you laid bare before him, “I’ll fuck that pretty mouth later but right now, I want to feel how good your pussy is.” All you could do was nod as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. His commanding tone making arousal pool between your legs, something that Dean noticed as he came down to hover over you, coating his cock in your slick.
He once again caught one of you hardened nipples in his mouth as his cock nudged at your entrance. You opened your legs wider for him, arching your hips a little to encourage him as much as possible. But Dean didn’t need much encouragement, with a snap of his hips, he was fully seated inside of you. Buried to the hilt, you felt every inch, every vein as he started to thrust his cock inside of you. It was a delightful burn, one that you could get used too.
His left arm came to hook under your right leg, angling your hips just right so he could fuck you deeper and harder. His other arm placed at the side of your head, you grabbed onto it, your nails digging into his skin, and the other fisting at the sheets as his cock hit your core. He angled his hips just right to ensure he could hit your sweet spot again and again. Silent screams were leaving your lips, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, heavy breathing and the squeak of the motel bed were the only sounds being echoed around the room.
You wanted more. You needed more. You bucked your hips to meet his thrusts, wanting as much of him as you could possibly have. Your breasts were bouncing hard with every snap of Dean’s hips, grunts leaving his lips every now and again at the sight of you. You were coming undone, you could feel your coil tightening once again in your stomach for your second orgasm of the night.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Dean growled as you clenched around him, his fingers indenting the skin on your thigh as he held you closer to him, opening your leg wider to fuck you deeper.
“D-Dean,” you stuttered, your thoughts becoming incoherent. Your mind was fuzzy, your toes were curling and your skin was flushed. Dean’s rhythm didn’t falter, his hips snapping into yours at an alarming rate, a state of delirium taking the both of you.
“O-Oh m-my-” You threw your head back as your pussy began to pulse, a loud moan leaving your lips.
“That’s it baby, cum for me, squeeze my cock,” Dean commanded and you did as he said, you fell off the edge, riding your wave of ecstasy with every thrust he gave. You clenched around Dean and you saw how his jaw became slack, his mouth openings slightly as he concentrated on the feeling of your slick warmth that was wrapped around him. Both of your bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat, your hands were still fisting at the sheets around you, pulling them off of the corners of the mattress as you clenched your fists. Dean’s hips started to shudder and you knew his high wasn’t far behind yours.
“Son of a-” Dean groaned as you clenched your pussy once more around him, milking him for everything he had. The look on his face has he cum inside you would be a face you’d remember and be turned on by for the rest of your life.
You let your legs go limp as Dean pulled out of you, and you smiled once you felt his cum trickle down your thighs. Your mind and body were buzzing, all of your nerve endings felt like they were on fire and you were pretty sure you couldn’t feel your toes. You stretched your arms above your head, running a tongue along your bottom lip as you smiled when Dean came to lie down next to you. As you caught your breath, you glanced his way.
“Wow,” you muttered, your chest heaving with each breath you took. Dean just chuckled, his fingers trailing up from your navel to your breasts as he started to twist the once again hardened nubs.
“Oh sweetheart…you’ve seen nothing yet.”
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The sun was just rising when you opened your eyes to feel a heavy weight around your middle. You lolled your head to the side to see Dean curled into you, his arm snug across your waist. You’d give anything to stay here with him, you wanted to be the first thing he saw when he woke up but you didn’t have it in you to play pretend any longer. You felt the heavy weight of guilt on your chest as you thought about how you had deceived him. Had you manipulated him? Would he ever trust you again after this?
You ran your hands through your hair in anger at mostly yourself. You tried to tell yourself that this was for the best, you’d never see him again, hell it had been fifteen years since this encounter so what was the chance you’d see him anytime soon? He didn’t remember you, he has no idea who you are, he didn’t even ask for your name. To him you were a thrill that got him through the night and nothing more.
You peeled his arm from your middle as you swung your legs over the side of the lumpy motel bed, your thighs aching from being wrapped around Dean’s waist. You grabbed your discarded clothes from the night before, quickly throwing them on. You didn’t bother with your underwear, you left them where they landed as they were ruined anyway. As you scurried around the room for your shoes, your mind was trying to formulate a plan. You had to get on the road to Sioux Falls as soon as possible but for that, you had to get back to your truck which was left at the bar. Luckily, it wasn’t far to walk.
Sighing, you sat down to place your feet in your now found boots. Your eyes were trained on Dean as he slept, not wanting to miss a moment in case he woke up. You studied how he slept, his mouth slightly agape, his brow slightly furrowed. You wanted this memory burned in your mind, you wanted to remember every single thing about the past 12 hours. The way his body felt on yours, the way you made him groan, the way his breath felt upon your cheek as you slept. If only he knew the truth about you. With a heavy heart, you grabbed the motels notepad which was by the phone and a pen, quickly scribbling a note and leaving it on your pillow for Dean to find for when he wakes.
Remember Me. X
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Arriving in Sioux Falls, you smiled. This place was your home, Sioux Falls was in your heart and you’d give anything to hang up your hunters boots and retire here. When you arrived at Bobby’s Auto Salvage Yard, your smile broke into a grin when you saw the man himself sitting out on his porch with a bottle of beer. You knew he was waiting for you and you couldn’t wait to catch up with him. You placed your truck in park and near enough jumped out of the driver’s seat as you quickly made your way to him. The noise of your truck and you slamming your door made Bobby look up from under the beak of his cap.
“Y/N!?” He exclaimed, disbelief in his voice as his eyes landed on you. He rushed to put his beer to the floor before standing to his feet to greet you.
“Hey Bobby,” you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, “long time no see.”
“I’ll say,” was his response, a slight scoff passing his lips as you pulled away from him. “I hardly recognised you, nearly grabbed for my shotgun.” You chuckled hearing that, knowing that it was a very classic Bobby Singer thing to do.
“Glad you didn’t,” you replied happily, tapping his arm playfully. Bobby chuckled with you, grabbing his beer and opening his porch door.
“Come in, you’ve arrived just in time actually, I have a surprise for you,” he confessed and you frowned slightly as you walked back into the home you spent most of your teenage years in.
“What? What do you mean?” You questioned as you followed Bobby into the kitchen.
“You remember those boys you grew up with when you were here?” He asked you and your frown grew deeper, you knew he meant the Winchester boys and the thought made your stomach flip, your mind racing back to Dean.
“Of course I remember the-” your voice was cut off by the sound of a deep rumbling engine sounding from outside and your eyes went wide. “They’re here?!” You exclaimed as you ran to the window. Looking through, sure enough you saw the bow legged man you’d left asleep in a motel bed stepping out. You panicked, you knew exactly what was going to happen and you didn’t know if you could face it. You saw how Bobby was confused at your reaction but you just shook your head as you slid the kitchen doors shut, leaning your back on the wood. How were you going to face him?
“Bobby?” You heard the familiar deep voice sound from the other side of the wooden doors and you bit your lip. “Hey whose is the truck out front?” You heard the sound of multiple boots hitting the floor and you squeezed your eyes tight, you had no idea how you were going to face Dean.
“You boys remember Y/N? You three used to hang around here causing me a whole lot of trouble,” huffed Bobby and you heard the brother’s chuckle slightly, the sound of Dean’s laugh making your stomach flutter.
“Oh yeah, she used to help Sammy here with his homework, her dad took her away summer of ’97.” He remembered? You frowned, looking down at your feet. Then how come he didn’t recognise you? You didn’t have long to think or analyse the situation as you heard the wood of the sliding doors start to creak and your eyes went wide.
“Well…” Bobby’s voice trailed off as he slid open the doors. You jumped away from them and turned around quickly only to become face to face with the green eyed Winchester you’d shared a bed with the night before. You saw how his jaw become slack, his eyes scanning yours in confusion.
“Hey boys,” you greeted in a soft tone. You just smiled and waved both hands once before shoving them into the pockets of your jeans. “Remember me?”
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RWBY Prompts!
Send me one from each category and a Couple. It can Straight, Futa, or Genderbend!
(I’ll Still be working on a few more Brotel prompts and asks but don’t be shy Go ahead and send Some!)
Dialogue
1. “I missed you so much.”
2. “Like what you see?”
3. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
4. “You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”
5. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”
6. “We’re in public, you know.”
7. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
8. “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”
9. “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
10. “I like it when you say my name like that.”
11. “I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk.”
12. “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
13. “You’re so much fun to touch.”
14. “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”
15. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
16. “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”
17. “Oh my God, do that again.”
18. “You can be wearing a trash bag, and I’d still want you.”
19. “I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”
20. “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”
21. “I’ll keep you warm.”
22. “Does your ass even fit in those jeans?”
23. “I’m hot” “Yes you are ;)”
24. “This is ridiculous!”
25. “We could get caught!”
26. “I have a surprise for you.”
27. “…Or we could just get naked.”
28. “I’m still sore from last night.”
29. “Will you marry me?”
30. “I can’t take this anymore.”
31. “No panties, baby girl?”
32. “All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you.”
33. “Don’t hide from me, I want to see you.”
34. “You’re mine and no one else can have you.”
35. “Well good morning to you too.”
36. “Um, can I help you? Why are you staring at me?”
37. “Always so fucking tight for me.”
38. “Look at what you did to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”
39. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”
40. “Just relax.”
41. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”
42. “Give me a little show.”
43. “Can we just stay home so I can fuck your brains out?”
44. “You’re a virgin? How?”
45. “Lay back and let me take care of you.”
Setting
46. Car
47. Closet
48. Gym
49. Bathroom
50. Park
51. Office
52. Hotel
53. Bedroom
54. Restaurant
55. Library
56. Pool
57. Classroom
58. Amusement Park
59. Dance Studio
60. Club
61. Frat house
62. Forest/ woods
63. Storage room
64. Backstage
65. Rooftop
66. Theatre
67. Changing room
Situation
68. Kissing
69. Making out
70. Eating out
71. Just eating
72. Cuddling
73. Holding hands
74. Telling each other I love you
75. Blowjob
76. Teasing
77. Flirting
78. Dancing
79. Skipping class
80. First kiss
81. First time
82. Drinking
83. Sleeping together
84. Getting caught
85. Sneaking out
86. First Date
87. Blushing
88. Picnicking
89. Spanking
90. Showering together
91. Playing video games
92. Cooking
93. Just sex ;)
94. Buying couple items
95. Confessing
96. Dating
97. Waking up
98. Surprise!
99. Angry sex
100. Make up sex
101. Dirty talk
102. Overstimulation
103. Caught masturbating (specify who)
104. Shy
105. Trapped in snow storm
106. Lingerie
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weird asks that say a lot
1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? All of them. I drink tea in coffee mugs and teacups. I love drinking wine. I like that I can recycle soda cans
2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate
3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum if the flavor lasts long
4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? the stereotypical quiet, obedient, smart, goody-two-shoes kid
5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? somehow I like the aesthetic from soda bottles
6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? hONESTLY I can dO ALL OF THE ABOVE in the span of days. Went to work one day wearing beach-y clothes for spirit day. Returned to pick up a friend to go see a metal concert in VERY metal concert attire. I own short, sweet summery floral dresses and gothic dresses, too
7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuds, they allow me to be more mobile
8. movies or tv shows? movies
9. favorite smell in the summer? Fresh cut grass. The smell of the ocean. Churros at the fair
10. game you were best at in p.e.? Soccer, obvs. Somehow would always last until the end of the game in dodgeball tho because I was small and no one could hit me
11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Cereal
12. name of your favorite playlist? Don’t have one.
13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring
14. favorite non-chocolate candy? Smarties!
15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? I remember re-reading Holes over and over just to make my book reports easier since I knew the boo so well. The Kite Runner was phenomenal and unforgettable
16. most comfortable position to sit in? idk?? I really can’t sit still in one position for too long
17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Currently my hiking/outdoorsy shoes. Also my black Nikes that I play pickup in and wear to the gym
18. ideal weather? Sunny and 65. Maybe one or two clouds. The tiniest of faint breezes to cool me down.
19. sleeping position? Any I can get into and fall asleep in quickly
20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Laptop. I can edit easier.
21. obsession from childhood? Probably any cheesy show on Animal Planet. The Most Extreme, Meerkat Manor, Big Cat Diary, etc
22. role model? I have a lot of different ones. Role models for athletics, role models for career and ambition choices, artistic role models...can’t pick just one
23. strange habits? Spelling words with the tips of my fingers
24. favorite crystal? Aquamarine
25. first song you remember hearing? how in the FUCK am I supposed to remember that. I do remember my parents playing The Beatles for me when I was a toddler
26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Soccer! (futbol)
27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Sledding, making hot chocolate, or playing indoor soccer haha
28. five songs to describe you? Who I am Hates Who I’ve Been by Relient K, Proud by the Icarus Account, Land of the Dead by Voltaire, Always Leaving by Mayday Parade, Wavin’ Flag by K’naan
29. best way to bond with you? Listening to my favorite music with me or watching the US Women’s national soccer team with me
30. places that you find sacred? Belfast, Maine. Gold Camp Road. Newport Beach
31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Tight jeans with holes in them, fishnets, and a crop top
32. top five favorite vines? Vines still exist?
33. most used phrase in your phone? “tbh”
34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? O O O O REILLYYYYYY’S autoparts
35. average time you fall asleep? around 9
36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? I don’t remember
37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase
38. lemonade or tea? Is it warm outside? Lemonade. Is it cold outside? tea
39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? PIE!
40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Zombie hunting or my professor cutting lab a half an hour short to go look at some Cedar waxwings
41. last person you texted? I think it was Robert
42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Pants pockets
43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Jean jacket
44. favorite scent for soap? Anything fruity
45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy. It depends on how good the sci-fi movie is
46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? as little as possible lmao
47. favorite type of cheese? Parmesan
48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? A raspberry
49. what saying or quote do you live by? A great amount of good is always evened out by a great amount of bad
50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Honestly Daniel knew how to make me laugh better than anyone. There are a couple of memories with him that I don’t remember entirely but I know that I ended up cry-laughing so hard that my head hurt. There was a time during my orientation camping trip when a bunch of us were playing ultimate Frisbee, and Jesse went to catch the frisbee in the most perfectly lateral horizontal position and the expression of focus just frozen on his face had me laughing so hard that I couldn’t see
51. current stresses? Sam. Jobs that I can apply for starting in May of 2020. Sam. STUDENT LOANS. Bills. Car payments. Wondering how fucked up my car has gotten since I’ve lived here on this ranch. Sam.
52. favorite font? Anything that looks fancy and sarcastic
53. what is the current state of your hands? Need to be washed.
54. what did you learn from your first job? The world is cruel and bad things happen without warning
55. favorite fairy tale? Uh....the Pied Piper?
56. favorite tradition? when my family visits for Christmas, eating lots of traditional Chinese food with them
57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Heartbreak. Staggering rejection from the field I majored in. Probably a lot of body image struggles in there as well
58. four talents you’re proud of having? Writing, futbol, adaptability, flexibility. I think the last two are just traits but I don’t have a lot of talents I can invest in
59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Let’s make like a baby and head out
60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? No idea
61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Though we are far apart, our spirits share the same earth and the same sky
62. seven characters you relate to? Bilbo Baggins from The Hobbit, Data from The Goonies, Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter, Eliza Thornberry from The Wild Thornberries, Raven from Teen Titans, Isaac from Teen Wolf
63. five songs that would play in your club? ANYTHING by Within Temptation. I wouldn’t be a good club owner. The catchy and pump-up songs from Hamilton.
64. favorite website from your childhood? Wasn’t allowed much computer time. I was allowed to visit educational sites and occasionally the Disney site
65. any permanent scars? some self-harm scars. Probably the one on my right leg that I got from CO parks and wildlife. I stepped on a barbed wire fence that had been plastered to the ground, but the metal sprang up when I stepped on it and ripped through my skin
66. favorite flower(s)? Plumerias
67. good luck charms? I’m not sure if I have any.
68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? earthworm flavor from Bertie Bott’s every flavor beans
69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? uh...Something about not being able to spray silly string on Halloween in Hollywood
70. left or right handed? Right handed
71. least favorite pattern? wtf
72. worst subject? anything math related, I really struggled in GIS.
73. favorite weird flavor combo? I...have no idea
74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 2. I’m a baby
75. when did you lose your first tooth? I was 6
76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? chips and fries
77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? a succulent
78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? sushi from a grocery store, the quality can surprise you
79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Both are terrible
80. earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones
81. fireflies or lightning bugs? I hate bugs
82. pc or console? PC
83. writing or drawing? Writing, I’m terrible at drawing
84. podcasts or talk radio? Not into either
84. barbie or polly pocket? I had both
85. fairy tales or mythology? God!!!! Like hearing about both but mythology I guess
86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies
87. your greatest fear? Being forgotten. I also have a terrible, horrible fear of drowning
88. your greatest wish? In the times I’ve struggled I often find myself wishing for peace. Not only for myself, but for others to easily feel peace with everyone else
89. who would you put before everyone else? Sierra
90. luckiest mistake? Mistake? There’s been lucky accidents but I don’t think any of my mistakes have been lucky
91. boxes or bags? It depends on what I’m packing and where I’m going
92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight
93. nicknames? T, Tear, Tear-tear, T-Dog, Miss T..a few of my recent favorites from soccer: Ronaldinha and Thierry Chun
94. favorite season? Fall! Shit, especially in New England
95. favorite app on your phone? I don’t know
96. desktop background? A picture of a simple dock leading out to sea
97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? My parents’ and brother’s
98. favorite historical era? Victorian era, for sure
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Prompt list
Dialogue
1. “I missed you so much.”
2. “Like what you see?”
3. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
4. “You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”
5. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”
6. “We’re in public, you know.”
7. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
8. “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”
9. “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
10. “I like it when you say my name like that.”
11. “I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk.”
12. “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
13. “You’re so much fun to touch.”
14. “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”
15. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
16. “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”
17. “Oh my God, do that again.”
18. “You can be wearing a trash bag, and I’d still want you.”
19. “I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”
20. “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”
21. “I’ll keep you warm.”
22. “Does your ass even fit in those jeans?”
23. “I’m hot” “Yes you are ;)”
24. “This is ridiculous!”
25. “We could get caught!”
26. “I have a surprise for you.”
27. “…Or we could just get naked.”
28. “I’m still sore from last night.”
29. “Will you marry me?”
30. “I’m just pregnant, you don’t have to treat me like glass.”
31. “No panties, baby girl?”
32. “All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you.”
33. “Don’t hide from me, I want to see you.”
34. “You’re mine and no one else can have you.”
35. “Well good morning to you too.”
36. “Um, can I help you? Why are you staring at me?”
37. “Always so fucking tight for me.”
38. “Look at what you did to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”
39. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”
40. “Just relax.”
41. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”
42. “Give me a little show.”
43. “Can we just stay home so I can fuck your brains out?”
44. “You’re a virgin? How?”
45. “Lay back and let me take care of you.”
Setting
46. Car
47. Closet
48. Gym
49. Bathroom
50. Park
51. Office
52. Hotel
53. Bedroom
54. Restaurant
55. Library
56. Pool
57. Classroom
58. Amusement Park
59. Dance Studio
60. Club
61. Frat house
62. Forest/ woods
63. Storage room
64. Backstage
65. Rooftop
66. Theatre
67. Changing room
Situation
68. Kissing
69. Making out
70. Eating out
71. Just eating
72. Cuddling
73. Holding hands
74. Telling each other I love you
75. Blowjob
76. Teasing
77. Flirting
78. Dancing
79. Skipping class
80. First kiss
81. First time
82. Drinking
83. Sleeping together
84. Getting caught
85. Sneaking out
86. First Date
87. Blushing
88. Picnicking
89. Spanking
90. Showering together
91. Playing video games
92. Cooking
93. Just sex ;)
94. Buying couple items
95. Confessing
96. Dating
97. Waking up
98. Surprise!
99. Telling him you’re pregnant
100. Make up sex
101. Dirty talk
102. Overstimulation
103. Caught masturbating (specify who)
104. Shy
105. Trapped in snow storm
106. Lingerie
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Got My Attention -Peter Parker
summary : The reader is done with high school, along with her friends. They all decide to throw a party, and things with the reader and Peter get heated and tense.
word count : 3.6k+
warnings : a bit of angst, smut obviously, cursing, partying, underage drinking, oral (m & f), fingering, make out sessions, protected sex (wrap it before ya tap it), dirty talk, finally some fluff
pairing / characters : Peter Parker x reader, Michelle, Ned, Flash, other high school students
prompt : “I WANT SOME SUPER SMUTTY PETER PARKER dont kill me i know im going to hell.” - @knj-house-imagines / 93. “Move your hands to the side. I want to hear you.” 97. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
A/N : Peter and Reader are over the age of 18, didn’t want to start any problems so I just made him over 18. I also added some of my own prompts just so I know what I can go off of.
new masterlist | requests | prompt list
Y/N couldn’t believe that she was done with high school. It didn’t even feel like she had been there for that long. It felt like she had started it yesterday, but here she was in her cap and gown, holding her diploma.
Y/N had excused herself from her family so she could talk to her circle of friends. She walked over to them, trying her hardest not to trip over her long gown. Her friends smiled at her as she joined their group. Ned, MJ, Flash, and Peter all wore the same cap and gown, all a bright yellow and blinding.
“I can’t believe we’re done with high school.” Peter said. He was shocked he made it through the tough four years, especially without spilling his biggest secret.
Ned nodded. “Feels like yesterday that we were walking through the front doors. It feels weird knowing that next fall, we’re not going to be with each other anymore.”
Flash rolled his eyes, but before he could say anything rude or come up with an annoying comment, Y/N and MJ shot him a glare. Even after all these years, he was still afraid of the two girls.
“What if we throw a party? A final party, to say goodbye to everyone.” Flash said. Of course, he wanted to throw a party. You didn’t think the idea was bad, it actually was a pretty good idea. A farewell party is what everyone needed. The group all nodded in agreement. Flash decided to get everything set up, since he wanted to throw it at his place.
The rest of the day was spent getting ready with Michelle at Y/N’s apartment, which was right next to door to Peter’s. Y/N didn’t know why, but she felt like something was going to happen to her tonight, and she didn’t know if it was going to be a good or bad thing. Sighing, Y/N went through her closet, looking for an outfit to wear that night. Michelle had quickly found her outfit. It was a long band tee, tucked into her light blue, ripped jeans, with a pair of white high top Converse. Y/N wished that she could just pull anything out of a closet and wear it, and make it look good.
“Don’t stress over this so much, Y/N/N. Why are you so worried about what you’re going to wear?” Michelle asked, sitting cross legged on her bed.
Y/N sighed, running her hand through her Y/H/C hair. “I just- I want to change the way people think of me tonight. These past four years people have thought of me as just the nerd, the smart one who doesn’t know how to party. I know it’s probably to late to change their minds, but I want to try.” She said. Michelle nodded and got up.
“Then let’s get your outfit picked out.” She said and smiled at her friend.
Y/N wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to change how people think of her, but she really only wanted to change one person’s mind. Peter’s. She had liked Peter since the beginning of Freshmen year, when he spilled a substance all over her notebook. He was such an adorable mess that Y/N couldn’t help but fall for him. But then he started to develop a liking for Liz Allen. Eventually she moved away, but Y/N didn’t ever think that he got over her.
Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts as Michelle chucked an outfit at her. The girl just barley caught it in time. She looked down at the pile of clothes in her arms, and shrugged. It wouldn’t hurt to try it on. Y/N was ushered into the bathroom to change, and when she walked out Michelle’s jaw dropped.
Y/N was wearing a skin tight, leather skirt, with a revealing maroon tank top. Y/N liked it, and prayed that Peter would too.
Around 7:30, Y/N and MJ left the apartment, hoping to not run into Peter and Ned. Y/N wanted to surprise everyone when she walked into the party. Thankfully Peter and Ned had left at 6:30 to help Flash with any last minutes things.
Y/N drove down to Flash’s house, getting there at around 8:15. There were already tons of people, MJ got out of the car first, leaving Y/N alone. She took in a deep breathe, before getting out herself. She fixed her skirt hair, then looked at MJ. They walked into the house, making their way through the groups of drunk teenagers. As they walked by, heads turned from both males and females, watching as the two girls made their way to the kitchen.
Y/N was looking all over Peter, hoping to see him. And she found him, but talking with a girl. Y/N’s heart broke a little. The girl was pretty, with the perfect figure, glowing, bright skin, and perfectly straight, black hair. She let out a sigh that she didn’t know she was holding in. Michelle must have hear her, because her gaze went from wherever it was at, to Y/N, to the girl Peter was talking to. Michelle frowned, not liking how her friend was going from her confident self, to sad and upset.
“Hey, don’t think about Peter tonight. If he wants to go fuck with that chick, let him. We’ll find you a hot guy to fuck with tonight, okay?” She said, rubbing her back. Y/N nodded. They got their drinks, and then soon separated. Michelle ended up staying in the kitchen, eating anything in sight. Ned and Peter went up to her after an hour or two.
“Where’s Y/N?” Peter yelled over the loud music and other teens.
Michelle had food in her mouth but that didn’t stop her from speaking with a full mouth, “She’s somewhere over there.” Michelle waved over to where everyone was dancing. Peter and Ned looked at each other, before sauntering over to where Michelle said Y/N was. It took some time until they found her, but they eventually did. Ned had decided to go back to the kitchen, leaving Peter alone.
When he found Y/N, she was standing in a large group of people, trying to dance but she just looked out of place. Some guy, that Peter did not recognize, came up behind Y/N and grabbed her hips. Y/N jumped forward a bit and turned around to give the guy a ‘what the hell do you think you’re doing look’, but apparently he didn’t get the memo. He kept pulling her back, or trying to pull her back when she tried to get away. The sight made Peter’s blood boil. He stomped over to where the two were, and forcefully slipped in between the two.
“Sorry man, but that’s my girl your messing with, and I would like it if you just backed off.” Peter said rather roughly. Y/N’s head snapped towards him. Was he seriously doing these? Did he just call her ‘his girl’? What happened to the other girl he was flirting with earlier.
“Sorry man.” The guy said, and slowly backed away, eyeing Peter and Y/N. When he was gone Y/N turned to Peter.
“’That’s my girl’? The hell was that Peter?” Y/N asked, walking out of the crowded room and outside to the large backyard. “Why aren’t you with that girl with the black hair? You two seemed to be hitting it off.” Y/N said bitterly, crossing her arms and turning to look at Peter.
The boy coughed a bit, “That was Tiana, and she has a boyfriend, she was just asking if I had seen him.” Peter said. Y/N didn’t really believe him, so she just huffed and tried to walk away. However, she didn’t get that far. Petr grabbed her wrist and spun her around. “What is your problem tonight, Y/N? Why are you so angry with me?” He asked, voice holding just a little bit of sadness in it.
Y/N yanked her arm back and gritted her teeth. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is I have tried to get your attention for the past four years. Four fucking years, Peter! Do you know how much it hurt to see you gawking over Liz Allen every single day? No you don’t, because all you ever cared about was Liz Allen or saving the whole god damned world!” Y/N exclaimed.
Peter’s eyes widened. How did she know about that? How did she know that he was Spider-Man? He had never told her or Michelle, Ned was the only one that knew. Y/N rolled her eyes. “I figured it out after Liz left, and the night you went missing Sophomore year at homecoming.” Y/N said. She sighed and shook her head. “Here I thought, that tonight would be the night that I would finally get your attention. I did, but not in the way I wanted.” Before he could even think about what he was doing, Peter had taken a large step forward and pulled Y/N close to him. He pressed his lips to hers in a soft, but needy kiss. Their lips stayed connected for about a minute before they both pulled away and took in a breathe of cool air.
“You did get my attention, Y/N. I just- I didn’t think you felt the same way.” Y/N’s eyes lit up in the dark night, making Peter smile. The two looked into each other’s eyes for a quick second before they connected their lips again. This time the kiss was very heated, with the two teens deepening the kiss and letting each other’s tongues wonder the others’ mouth.
“We should go somewhere a bit more private.” Y/N said when she pulled away from Peter. He nodded and quickly grabbed her hand. The two walked through the house unnoticed as they went upstairs and towards the guest bedroom. Peter locked the door behind him, and looked back at Y/N who was kicking her shoes off. Peter’s eyes roamed her body. She was so gorgeous. The outfit she was wearing just made her look ten times more outstanding. The two stepped forward until their chests were touching, and they could feel one another's breathe against their skin. Y/N’s eyes glanced down at Peter’ s plump lips before she pushed hers onto his. The force of the kiss was enough to make Peter open his mouth, allowing Y//N’s tongue to slip into Peter’s mouth. The two battled for dominance, until Peter grabbed hold of Y/N’s ass, making her moan and lose against his lips.
Signaling for Y/N to jump, Peter wrapped her legs around his waist and held her up by her ass. He walked them towards the bed, until he was able to place her on it. He hovered over her, but still had his lips connected to her swollen ones. When she pulled away he took the chance to kiss up ad down her neck, and suck some love bites onto her sensitive skin. Y/N let out a moan as she felt him suck some of the skin on her neck into his mouth. When he released it, there was a big purple mark, right about her collarbone. Peter smirked, and gently kissed his piece of art before. He looked at Y/N’s covered chest for a moment, breathing heavily as he watched the way her chest rose and fell as she caught her breathe.
“Just take it off Peter.” Y/N groaned, sitting up and untucking it from her skirt. Peter did just that. He slipped the thin material from Y/N’s body and placed it on the side of the bed. He hadn’t realized this until now, but she wasn’t wearing a bra. Peter let out a groan as he leaned down and suck one of Y/N’s nipples into his mouth. The feeling of Peter’s mouth on her breasts made her let out a long moan, arching her back into his mouth to get more friction, just something. He sucked on one nipple for a little while, before switching over to the other one. When he came up he has a smirk spread across his adorable face.
Y/N sat up to unzip her skirt, before she let Peter take it off the rest of the way for her. She had a lacey set o panties on, which only made Peter’s erection strain against his pants painfully. Y/N noticed this and grabbed at Peter’s shirt, tugging at it and then taking it off his body completely. She did the same thing with his jeans next. Y/N’s eyes were level with Peter’s erect cock, making her mouth water. She could already see though the outline of his jeans, that he was big. Y/N looked up at Peter as she palmed him, watching the way he closed his eyes and clenched his fists. Y/N teased Peter for a few more minutes, before she pulled down his boxers.
“Holy shit.” Y/N gasped as Peter’s cock was freed from the material. The boy standing above her hissed as the cool air breezed against him. Y/N’s hands reached forward and wrapped themselves around his cock, pumping him a few times, before Y/N spat on his dick. Her mouth lowered onto the tip, pre-cum already leaking onto her tongue. She moved her head down, hollowing out her cheeks and shifting her head in any way that would please Peter. By the looks of it, she was doing a good job. Peter’s hands had reached out and tangled themselves in her hair, pulled her down further until she couldn’t fit anymore in. Peter let her head sit there, allowing her to swirl her tongue around the base. She looked up at Peter the best she could.
She started moving her head along his length again, making him let out a throaty groan. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” Peter grunted. Y/N too the opportunity to move her head faster and take whatever was let of his cock and pump him in her petite hands. Within in seconds Peter was spewing his load down her throat. The taste of his cum made Y/N cringe a bit, but she was happy to have please him.
When Peter had finally regained his breathe, he pushed Y/N onto her back and slid in between her legs. He ran his hands up and down the inside of her thighs, making her shiver. Peter chuckled as he leaned down. His hot breathe fanned against her aching sex, making her let out a whimper. “Peter, please.” Y/N mumbled, putting her hands behind her head.
“Please what?” Peter said. This new side of Peter made Y/N’s pussy even wetter. “What do you want from me, princess?” He asked, gliding his callused thumb across her clit.
“Fuck, please, please just eat me out. I want to feel your lips against my pussy. I want to feel your fingers inside me. Please, just do something.” Y/N begged. The girls pleas were enough to get Peter to start off on his actions.
He started out with slowly, kitten like licks against Y/N’s clit. She let out a low moan, biting her lip and clenching her eyes shut. She wanted more, she needed more. Peter looked up at Y/N and noticed how her face contorted in pleasure each time his mouth came in contact with her pussy. When he decided that she had had enough teasing, he delved into her soaking core. His lip wrapped around her clit as his tongue pushed into her cunt. The feeling made Y/N yelp and cover her mouth with her hands. As Peter went on he watched as Y/N’s body began to shake. He took this as the signal of her about to cum.
Removing his lips from her heat, he put his fingers against her sex and eased in two of his large fingers Y/N let out a muffled moan against her hands. “Move your hands to the side. I want to hear you.” Peter said, “I want go on until you move your hands.” Y/N took in a shaky breathe as she moved her hands to her sides, her palms digging into the sheets. After that, Peter continued. His fingers went in and out of her quickly, making a squelching noise every time that Y/N clenched her pussy around his fingers. He became rougher, shoving his fingers into her with force and curling his fingers to where Y/N could feel his knuckles against her walls.
Her once quiet moans became loud screams as she was getting closer and closer to her high. Peter’s actions never once slowed down, not even when Y/N came around his fingers. She was shaking and breathing heavily, her fists clenching and unclenching as she came down from her orgasm. When Y/N’s breathing had come back and her body had calmed down, Peter pulled his fingers from her tight cunt. Her licked the tips of them, but then tapped them against Y/N’s lips. She opened her mouth and let his fingers in. She swirled her tongue around his fingers, moaning a she tasted herself on his skin.
“We can stop, if you want too.” Peter said, stroking Y/N’s sides with his hands. She shook her head no.
“No, I want to keep going. I’ve been thinking about this all night.” Peter nodded and reached down to where his jeans were and took out his wallet, opening it and pulling out a foil packet. He was careful while opening it, making sure to not get any of the substance on his hands. He slipped the condom on and made sure it was secure, before he lined up with Y/N’s entrance.
Of course Y/N had had sex before, but it was in Junior year with her ‘boyfriend’. They had done it a few times, but she just didn’t feel right allowing someone, whom she didn’t love, have sex with her. This however, felt right to her. She nodded at Peter and braced herself as he slid into her tight cunt. Peter and Y/N both moaned as they new sensation overwhelmed their senses. Peter waited for Y/N’s signal to keep going, giving her time to adjust to his size. When she was ready, she nodded and wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him closer and deeper.
Peter started out with slow thrusts, setting a rhythm before he began to speed up. The pace that he set was making Y/N a moan mess. Not only was his cock hitting all the right places, but the speed was perfect for egging on her second orgasm. She clenched her legs when Peter hit a certain spot inside her, making the both of them moan loudly. They didn’t care if anyone heard them at this point, they just wanted to feel each other.
“Pete, harder.” Y/N whispered. The position wasn’t the best if she wanted him to go harder, so he pulled out and flipped her over until she was on her hands and knees. He pushed back into her, and pushed his thumb into her asshole as leverage. Peter began to go harder inside Y/N, making her practically scream his name. She had her face in the pillow to silence her growing screams.
Peter grunted, shoving his dick into Y/N’s cunt harshly. “Your pussy feels so good, fuck, I could stay inside you forever.” Y/N let out a muffled moan at his words.
Peter continued to fuck Y/N senselessly until he felt himself twitch and Y/N clench around him. His thrusts began to slow down and become sloppy. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” Y/N mewled, clenching tightly around Peter’s dick.
“I know, I am too. Just let it out. Cum all over my cock.” The two teens came together, moaning each other’s name and panting. Peter pulled out of Y/N and carefully wrapped up and disposed of the condom. They laid on the bed together for a while, until they were ready to rejoin the party.
It was silent though, and Y/N didn’t like the silence. She turned her head towards Peter, and looked at him. “Why did you wait so long to tell me you liked me?” Y/N asked.
Peter looked back at Y/N. “I don't like you.” Y/N’s heart sped up, and she could feel it slowly breaking, “I love you. I have love you for a long time, I just never had the courage to ask you out or tell you.” He said. Y/N’s face lit up. He loved her. He felt the same way as she did.
He sighed and sat up, pulling Y/N with her. “We should get back to the party.” He said, and handed Y/N her clothes. “Our friends are probably wondering where we are.” Y/N nodded and quickly got dressed, then fixed up her hair and makeup in the mirror. Peter held out his hand to Y/N and she gladly took it, intertwining their fingers together and walking out of the bedroom and back into the party.
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favorite band - r.t.
I was gonna ask someone to write this but probably no one in the It fandom likes Green Day. So I’m just gonna write this imagine myself because if you wanna do it correctly, do it yourself.
Summary: Richie buys the reader tickets to a Green Day convert and they go to the concert for Christmas. They’ve loved each other ever since the whole Pennywise incident, but they both thought they didn't like each other back. At the concert while Good Riddance is playing, they just stand there in each others arms and confess their love for each other after six years of crushing on each other.
Warnings: fluff, some cursing (bc its Richie)
Pairing: Richie Tozier x (fem) reader
Ages: 19 (this takes place in ‘97)
White snow frosted over the landscape of Derry, Maine as (Y/N) sat inside with the losers club.
Bright, white lights covered the Denbrough’s tree, along with red and green ornaments. Stanley felt like the odd one out - since he was Jewish - but the losers insisted that he can come and be Christian for one day.
Gifts were exchanged, laughs were shared and A Christmas Story played softly in the back. Under the tree, there sat one lonely present, all wrapped in a small, neat box.
“Hey, there’s one more gift left.” Eddie pointed out while he moved to the tree to check who it was for.
“(Y/N), it’s for you.”
“Me?” She asked and pointed to herself. “But everyone got me something already.”
Eddie grabbed the gift and gave it to you. “Well, maybe someone decided to get you something else.”
She placed the gift in front of her and ripped off the wrapping paper, and revealed a box. Carefully, she opened the box and left two tickets - to her favorite band - which was Green Day.
(Y/N) covered her mouth and teared up. She’s going to see her favorite band live. “This is amazing!” She exclaimed. “But who got these?”
Everyone’s eyes when to Richie, who had turned bright red.
“Stop fucking staring at me!” Richie said as he rubbed his face to hide his blush.
(Y/N) rose from her seat and gave Richie a tight hug.
“Thanks, Rich.” She said into his neck; his arms were wrapped around her back, almost at her butt. (classic Richie)
He smiled. “Anything for you, hot stuff. And you better have a shirt ready, the concert is fucking tomorrow.”
“What?” She screamed. “Oh my god there’s so much to do. I need to know what to wear, I have to get my camera ready. Holy shit, I’m seeing my favorite band tomorrow.”
(Y/N) tucked her Green Day shirt into her black skinny jeans and took a shaky breath. Putting on her black heeled combat boots, she was out the door while she placed her leather jacket on.
Richie was nervous. Sure, he’s been with so many girls before her, but there was just something about (Y/N) that make him nervous. Maybe it was the way she laughed at his stupid jokes and had the same humor as him. Maybe it’s because she’s smart, unlike all the other girls he’s dated. Or her taste in music or how she’s one of the only girls who likes video games. Those were just some of those things about her that drove him crazy.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he caught (Y/N) out of he corner of his eye. Her (H/L) (H/C) hair was (up in a high pony tail / down ), and wore black eyeliner under her eyes. Her Green Day shirt was tucked into her black skinny jeans, which hugged her legs like a second skin; and she had black heeled boots on, give her a few inches.
���She looks so fucking beautiful.” Richie thought to himself.
(Y/N) opened the car door on the passenger’s side and plopped in.
“Sup, Tozier?” She asked calmly. Yeah, on the outside she looked calm, cool, and collected. On the inside she was nervous, shaken, and a wreck. The guy who she’s like since she were thirteen is taking her to a concert; not just a concert, a concert to her favorite band.
“Looking hot, (Y/L/N).” Richie breathed out.
(Y/N) smirked. “Not too bad yourself, Tozier.”
The concert was over all amazing - they played one of (Y/N)’s favorite songs, and had some of Richie’s favorites in there too. They were right in front of the gate, so close that they could practically touch Billie Joe. They headbanged and sang along the entire time.
“Alright, we have one more song for you.” Billie said into the mic. The guitar tech took his electric guitar and switched it out for the acoustic one. “This is one of our newest songs on our new album, this is good riddance.”
The guitars melody started to play and everyone took out their lighters and waved them in the air.
Richie’s arm found (Y/N)’s waist, causing both of them to blush.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” Richie asked.
“Woah, you didn’t call me ‘hot stuff,’ this must be serious.” She joked
The two of them laughed, but then Richie took a deep breath. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen years old. And I’ve never stopped.”
Her head snapped to the glasses wearing ‘trashmouth’ next to her. She was lost of words, she didn't know what to say. This entire time, he was in love with her, and she thought he didn't like her back.
Richie sighed. “It’s okay if you don’t like me back, I understand if you don’t-”
She cut Richie off with a kiss, and as cliche as it sounds, it felt like it was just the two of them. The kiss was passionate and long, and they both wished it could last forever. Her arms around his neck, his around her waist. They were in love with each other for six years, and now they both finally realized it.
The both pulled away with blushing faces when Billie strummed the last chord. Billie looked down at the couple and gave them a thumbs up, lowkey shipping them the entire show.
Ending the night, Richie pulled up at (Y/N)’s house; he wished this night wouldn't end, and she thought the same.
“Thank you so much for tonight, Richie. I had an amazing time.” (Y/N) smiled.
Richie smiled back and pushed his glasses up. “So did I. Maybe we can do this again. Like a date?”
(Y/N)’s smile grew even bigger. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
She leaned over the seat and placed a kiss on Richie’s cheek.
“Thanks again, Tozier.” She said as she opened the car door and went out on the sidewalk.
“Anything for you, beautiful.” He smiled.
She waved goodbye and went into her house.
Richie sighed. He was really head over heels for this girl, and she felt the exact same way.
Merry Christmas / happy holidays! Hope you enjoyed my shitty writing!
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Chasing The Dream 2/10
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (High School/College AU)
Warning: Angst. Underage drinking. Jealousy. Language. Heartbreak and arguing.
A/N: This is the series, the prequel of Chasing Dreams One Shot. They do overlap so if you need to read it I can link it when time comes.
Your father always warned you about musicians. They’re never good news, but Peter Parker is everything you could want. The other half to your groupie, rocker baby soul. Peter and the guys have big dreams to be rock stars, you couldn’t be a bigger fan of theirs. But your dad’s got a different path for your future, one that doesn’t include Peter and his band. But can Fame and dreams coming true really keep the two of you apart? Is this just a high school love? Or will you make it through the struggle of chasing your dreams?
Tag List Is Open!!
High School –
Peter (There’s Always a Wild Side to An Innocent Face)
He sat in the desk across from her and one back. The class was discussing the book they’d been assigned to read. They were supposed to take note on the topic for the next test. Peter’s notebook sat open, the pen in his hand, and the page blank. The one thing he was noting was Y/N, the way her waves laid across her shoulders, that her hand shot up more often than it was down, she clearly did the homework and was scribbling notes in her black notebook.
Every so often she would glance in his direction, she’d roll her eyes and shake her head slowly before going back to her writing. She wasn’t what he expected, from the drunk girl in the sober ride with him. She was a straight A student, her father was a musician, but she was polite and sweet, never truant. She put up the good girl front, but underneath that, her notebooks were covered in lyrics, she had chipped grey nail polish on her fingers, and under the little dark red cardigan she wore she rocked an old school black, Ozzy Osborn T-shirt and jean shorts.
When the bell rings, she rips something from her notebook, picking up her books she stops next to him. She places a few folded pieces of notebook paper on top of his books. Looking up his brow connects, she laughs.
“I assume if you got any notes, it wasn’t on the book.” She smirks.
“I have a few notes.” He grins at her.
“On me or the book?” She was bold. He stood up shrugging, his books hung at his side in his hand. He leans in closer to her, taller than her she glances up at him.
“That’s a good girl front you have Y/N.” He smiles walking backwards away from her, she stares at him. “Thanks for the notes by the way.” He chuckles, turning leaving the class room.
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They stood in the garage, the massive barn style doors cracked open for a breeze. Steve was bitching about Sam staying in key. They heard someone laughing outside, the four of them look around at each other.
“Fine I’ll do it.” She was bold, he grins as the door pulls open and she’s standing in his garage grinning at him. A tight black tank top on, cut off white jean shorts and those sneakers.
“Told you.” Nat laughs looking at Wanda.
“Ladies.” Buck grins, leaning forward on the crate he sat on.
“Keep it to yourself.” Y/N smirks at him.
“Damn.” Buck winks at her.
“Wanda’s parents are leaving for the weekend. We’re throwing a party.” Nat nods.
“Is that so?” Peter chuckles.
“What?” Wanda’s eyes grow wide. “I can do that.” She nods.
“You look terrified.” Steve chuckles.
“Well I’m not. I’ve had parties before.” She folds her arms over her chest.
“So what has you looking like you’re about to run from this garage screaming?” Peter laughs.
“I’m not.” She swallows, blinking rapidly. Nat laughs into Buck’s shoulder. Sam strums on his guitar, Steve groans.
“I don’t hear the difference.” Sam defends himself.
“It’s not the same.” Steve strums the exact same cords, it’s slightly different from Sam’s.
“I don’t hear it!” Sam was trying to not laugh.
“Here.” Y/N puts out her hand, everyone looks at her. “What? Because I’m a girl?” She rolls her eyes walking over to Sam she takes his guitar.
That isn’t what shocks Peter, it’s when she places herself right in his lap. She’s right there suddenly, guitar in hand, as she tunes it, Peter freezes confused. Suddenly unaware of what he’s supposed to do with his hands. She pauses, looking up for a second, his hands go from the side of his legs, to his hips, and to the edge of the chair. Steve’s grinning, trying to not laugh, Sam looks confused, Wanda looks on in Aw and slight jealousy.
“It’s off by a hair, don’t move.” Y/N glances back at him. He nods, watching as she tips her head, the ponytail her waves are tied up in flips over her head. She smells like mangos and peaches, he could see the defined tan lines across her skin. “Here you go.” She leans over handing the guitar back to Sam, who strums it looking at Steve.
“Maybe we should add her to the band.” Steve and Bucky laugh.
“Ask.” She hisses at Wanda. Whose eyes grow wide again. Y/N gives her a stern look, Wanda gives her head a curt shake.
“Chicken.” Nat hisses.
“Fine.” Y/N shrugs. She turns in Peter’s lap, facing Sam.
“Y/N.” Wanda hisses with fear.
“Sammy.” Y/N tips her head, grinning at Sam.
“Y/N.” He chuckles.
“I’ll kill you.” Wanda stomps her foot.
“I need like a huge favor from you.” Y/N laughs, as Wanda moves towards her, Nat jumps up from Buck’s lap, grabbing Wanda.
“Is this like risk having Pietro beat my ass, or be the get away driver?” Sam laughs.
“A little of both?” Y/N shrugs.
“Fair enough.” Sam nods. “What do you need?”
“Well Nat got a bunch of alcohol and a couple kegs.” Y/N waves her hand. “So would you be willing to use your truck to help us get it?” She smiles sweetly. Peter grins, shaking his head watching her.
“Yeah I can do that. Friday after school?” Sam looks around.
“Great Wanda will meet you in the parking lot.” Nat jumps in, Wanda looks a little like she might pass out or throw up.
“And we’ll see the rest of you boys at the party.” Y/N suddenly stands up bounding over to her friends.
“We’ll be there.” Steve laughs, patting Peter on the shoulder.
“What’s so funny Parker?” She wiggles ever so slightly as she moves backwards toward the doors.
“Told you that good girl front.” He shrugs, still grinning.
“Hasn’t anyone told you Peter Parker?” She stops, her teeth raking over her bottom lip.
“What’s that?” He leans forward resting his elbows on his knees.
“Good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught.” She shrugs, spinning on her toes she walks out, hips swaying and waves bouncing behind her.
“No, no apparently they haven’t been.” His voice low, and only the guys in the garage heard him, as he chuckles, shaking his head.
“School just started and it’s already getting interesting.” Buck laughs, watching Peter.
“This school year might be one for the books.” He grins.
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He was shoving his books into his bag, standing in front of his locker. She was suddenly leaning on the locker next to him. Her lips are pushed together, eyes watching him, but there’s that mischievous glint in them.
“Need me to walk you out?” He chuckles zipping his bag and shutting the locker.
“Answer me something.” She skips next to him. She wore a plain white T-shirt and a black floral printed skirt; the black cardigan was three sizes too big for her.
“Ask me something.” He grins, ushering her out the doors of the school he held open for her.
“How did you know I had a good girl front?” She walks in step with him.
“A few things gave it away.” He laughs.
“Like what?” She looks up at him curiosity in her eyes.
“Like the lyrics on your notebooks, they aren’t girly ass pop music and they sure as fuck aren’t bible quotes.” He chuckles, moving behind her as they walk. Her back to his chest, his hand pulls out the notes she’d given him. “Your notebook pages have old ass, Ozzy, Kurt, and Jimmy quotes on them.” He holds the pages in front of her. “I also don’t know many good girls who listen to Ozzy, get wasted on the weekends and wear dark nail polish and like when it chips.” He had leaned down closer to her ear.
“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you Parker?” She pauses at the curb but doesn’t move to put any space between them.
“Your comment about your dad warning you about Musicians says you know you should stay away from me, but instead you place yourself right in my lap and your excuse for it all is. Good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught. But see I caught you, you’re not a good girl at least when adult supervision is away.” He chuckles. She turns on him, grinning up at him.
“So does this mean I don’t have to be a good girl around you? I mean you already see through the front.” She grins, Nat honks making the two of them look over.
“Have you been a good girl? I haven’t seen much of it outside of class.” He winks at her. She laughs, shrugging and skipping off the curb and into the parking lot.
“Let’s find out Parker.” She calls over her shoulder as she reaches Nat’s car.
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