imaginary dates

fake boyfriend fics

When life is hard I read fake boyfriend fics. Like a lot of them. I have read last night’s dress at least 57 times :p

last night’s dress (tiptoe out of this mess) by  hito | 16.7K

TFLN: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

The Newlywed Game by  Captain_Loki | 19.5K

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Relationship Status: It’s complicated by  kellifer_fic | 4K

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

The Hazards (and Benefits) of Channel-Surfing on Friday Nights by  herbeautifullie | 12.1K

He’s watching TV over the edge of his laptop when Scott brings up the fact that he’s still a lonely loser in his third year of college without a boyfriend which, while being completely true, is really fucking unappreciated. It sparks a desperate need to save what little manhood Stiles has and, before he knows it, he’s blurting, “I totally have a boyfriend, dude. Shows how much you know.”

How was he supposed to know Scott would doubt him? It’s not Stiles’ fault that someone named Derek Hale really exists. It’s also not his fault when his lie grows legs and runs so far he can’t find it until it’s too late – too late and standing right in front of him, gorgeous and annoyed and not at all the person Stiles made him up to be.

Yeah, this could get bad.

For Love is Not Ours to Command by  weathervaanes | 18.5K

Where Derek’s skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles’ dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) by  Omni | 9.9K

Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.

No Refunds or Exchanges by  badwolfbadwolf | 18.9K

Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

Operation: Chick Flick by  Inell | 7.3K

Stiles knows agreeing to be Derek’s fake date for Cora’s wedding is the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but it’s a little difficult to say no to the man he’s been in love with for seven years.

only fools rush in by  decideophobia | 13.5K

Is it an imaginary date?

No. I met him in a coffee shop.


This morning. It was love on first sight.

Electricity In the Contact by  ladyblahblah | 27K

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

bring me home in a blinding dream

title from ‘castle of glass’ by linkin park. another of those fake dating aus because apparently they’re the source of my life.

She was going to kill Mary Margaret.

It’s one thing being set up on a blind date. Emma had suffered through enough of those; her sister-in-law kindly believes that there’s a soulmate out there for everyone, and the way to find them is through chance encounters. Emma gets plenty of chance encounters. Nothing like being a bail bondswoman to introduce you to a lot of men.

(She had pointed that out to Mary Margaret the day before. Her sister-in-law had frowned, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Yes, you definitely want to spend the rest of your life with a criminal who you caught while wearing four-inch stilettos. No, you’re going out to dinner with a friend of a friend of a friend that I heard was recently single. Tomorrow night. At seven. Be prepared.” She had then kissed Emma on the cheek, pushed her toward the couch, and had left Emma’s apartment without so much as a chipper “bye!”)

It’s quite another thing being stood up on a blind date.

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bathsoaps  asked:

sdfghjkfljs 3, 31, and 50 for leoji please???

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

guanghong does but hes also kind of aware of it in his half-asleep state so the moment he realizes it he gives half the covers back to leo

also u know leo’s a ho for spooning gh

31. Who is more affectionate?

BOTH ARE EQUALLY AFFECTIONATE, yuri swears theyre trying to dethrone vik/tuuri for Most Disgusting Couple 

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?

GUANG HONG!!!! HE TOOK A BULLET FOR LEO IN HIS DAYDREAM HELLO he’d dream up imaginary dates or imagine leo proposing to him all that shit and then he gets blushy blushy and embarrassed

Ask me Questions
1. Name 1 thing you miss about being a kid.
2. What was your favorite musical group when you were a kid?
3. When was the first time that you had alcohol?
4. What is your worst dating experience?
5. What is the craziest thing you have ever done?
6. Name one thing that not many people know about you.
7. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
8. Do you have any phobias?
9. Name three countries you would like to visit.
10. If your house was on fire and you could grab only 3 things before leaving, what would they be?
11. Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets?
12. Do you believe in the paranormal?
13. What would be your dream job? 

14. If you could have 3 wishes granted, what would they be?
15. If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?
16. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
17. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
18. What crazy activities do you dream of trying someday?

19. If you could go on a road trip with any person (dead or alive), who would you choose and where would you go?
20. Any tattoos or pierced body parts?
21. What’s your favorite color?
22. What is your favorite flower?
23. What is on your bedside table?
24. What was your best Halloween costume for Halloween?
25. If you could be any cartoon character, who would you be?
26. Are you a morning or night person?
27. Name a singer whose voice you can’t stand.
28. If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?
29. What do you remember about your high school prom?
30. What’s your favorite holiday?
31. Have you ever been mentioned in a newspaper?
32. Have you ever gone skinny dipping or streaking?
33. What body part do you get caught staring at?
34. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
35. What is your most treasured possession?
36. Adult Beverage of choice?
37. What is your favorite food?
38. Can you fake any accents?
39. What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
40. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances?
41. If you had to live under the sea what kind of an animal would you be?
42. Most hated chore on the household chore list?
43. In life who has had the most influence on you?
44. If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?
45. If you could be one kind of beer which one would you be and why?
46. What extremely difficult life situation have you overcome and how did you do it?
47. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
48. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
49. If you could change the world what would you do?
50. Name 1 thing you love about being an adult
51. Which would you rather have, $50,000 or true love?
52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53. What song always makes you happy when you hear it?
54. Who’s the funniest person you know?
55. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
56. How big is your bed?
57. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
58. What’s the first thing you thought about this morning?
59. Are you afraid of the dark?
60. 3 things you cannot live without?
61. Favorite song?
62. Are you a giver or a taker?
63. Virgin or not?
64. Are you very sarcastic?
65. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
66. Which you favorite icecream flavor?
67. What was the last drink you drank?
68. Do you prefer hugs or kisses?
69. Have you ever gone cow-tipping?
70. Do you like to sing in the shower?
71. What’s your favorite midnight snack?
72. Whats your favorite movie?
73. Have you ever gambled at a casino?
74. Have you thrown up in a car?
75. Do you scream on roller coasters?
76. When did you go to your first funeral?
77. Where did you go on your first airplane ride?
78. Whats your favorite season?
79. Who was your imaginary friend?
80. Date someone older or younger?
81. If you don’t know the words to a song do you improvise?
82. What turns you on about the opposite sex?
83. What turns you off about the opposite sex?
84. What scares you the most and why?
85. What do you do in your free time?
86. Name 3 things in nature you find most beautiful?
87. Tell me about something you really regret?
88. Tell me about your favorite book, magazine or comic?
89. Something or someone you miss the most from childhood?
90. Your best friend dies, what would you do?
91. What is your zodiac sign?
92. Name a couple of T.V. shows you watch a lot?
93. Name a movie or movies you can watch over and over?
94. Would you ever go skinny dipping?
95. Have you been told you can sing well more than once?
96. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had?
97. What were you doing the last time you really had a good laugh?
98. What is your happiest childhood memory?
99. If you could take a one month trip anywhere and money was not a consideration, where would you go?
100. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

I love Griffin and Justin being like “we’ve got no problem roleplaying two men romancing each other but we do have A Big Weird Thing about being two brothers going on imaginary fantasy dates with each other”

SFAC Presents: Tiny Bubbles

“Like bubbles in a glass champagne, the effect of sharing space with these dramatically different worlds will be one of prickly effervescence” –Steven Wolf

Artists: Jerome Caja. Lisa Hanawalt. Porpentine Charity Heartscape. Longmont Potion Castle. Megan Reed. Kate Rhoades. J. Otto Seibold. Boots Riley. V. Vale

This show is a group exhibition created by former gallerist Steven Wolf. Tiny Bubbles features nine artists, known for creating dark an funny narratives set in imaginary worlds.

Exhibitions Date: May 3- August 19, 2017                                                   Location: SFAC Main Gallery 401 Van Ness, Suite. 126

Best non-planned date ever

Dan is looking around embarrassed. The waiter just came around for the 6th time asking if he was ready to order. Dan asked her yet again for more time for his date to arrive. He has sent Michael a text nearly an hour ago when he got to the restaurant but he has not even bothered to reply. People keep looking at Dan understanding that he is getting stood up as they look apologetic in their eyes at him. Dan just stares at his phone and sips some wine. Another 15 minutes go bye and still nothing. Dan decides he should get up and leave before someone sits with him.

“Hey oh my god I am so sorry I am so late.” He says loudly enough for everyone around to here. “My name is Phil, just go with it; the person who you were waiting for is obviously an idiot for not showing up for such a cute man.” Dan blushes at the last comment. Dan decides to go with it, not like he has anything else to do. The waiter comes around seeing another person sitting with Dan and they both order the same dish at the same time causing both of them to laugh.

They spend this imaginary date getting to know each other. They have nearly everything in common. The only thing that is really different about them is the color of their eyes. Dan has these brown eyes and Phil has gorgeous greeny yellow blue eyes. They chat the time away for hours. It is well past midnight and they had been there for 4 hours, Dan being 5 since he showed up. They both decided to leave. Not once did Dan’s actual date even attempts to contact him.

“Ya know it is a shame your actual date didn’t show up, he is really missing out on something extremely special.” Phil says standing close to Dan once they are outside on the sidewalk.

“Thanks, I at least expected him to contact me to tell me why he didn’t show, but nothing. I think this is defiantly the end of me and him.”

“Firstly, I am sorry, it must truly suck. Secondly, now you are available, how about me and you go on an actual planned date sometime soon?”

(Why did I make this?)

(Welcome to HunieTale, the dating sim that, instead of crushing candy to earn your crush’s sweets, you dodge the attacks of your opponent in order to spare them and then date them. Imaginary Sans, here, is your tutorial buddy, who happens to have a massive crush on you. But he’s your invisible imaginary friend, so having a relationship might be kinda weird to onlookers.)

(HunieTale follows the plot of Undertale, in that you, (insert name here), has fallen into the Underground and your goal is to date every monster you come across, (or kill them, y’know, because Undertale). You can pick one monster and get an ending, like in any dating game, but to get the true ending you have to make everyone love you (romantically or platonically), and there’s a genocide ending as well.)

(Unlike H-Pop, however, nothing gets overtly sexual and everyone has exactly as much personality as they have in Undertale. The main deviation from Undertale is that it’s in the style of a dating sim instead of an RPG.)

X-Files Fic: Between Sorrow and Bliss, Chapter Nine

Rating: PG
Timeline: Demons
Summary: Scully does her best to protect Mulder from himself as his quest for answers spirals out of control.  Bill Scully calls with news for his sister, which prompts Mulder to finally come clean.

Previous chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

They’re curled up together on Scully’s couch, alternating between kissing languidly and watching the terrible sci-fi movie Mulder had insisted she needed to see.  The remains of their Chinese take-out dinner are scattered across the coffee table in front of them.  "Date night,“ Mulder had called it, winking playfully at her, when he’d shown up at her door an hour after they’d left work.  And while it would have been nice to enjoy an evening out, dinner in a restaurant and a movie in a theater, it goes without saying that these days, especially on a work night, Scully doesn’t have the energy for much more than this.

"What kind of date would you take me on if….”  Scully pauses, just barely holding back the forbidden words.  "If I weren’t so tired?“  She rolls onto her back and looks up at him.  He grins, and she could swear he’s blushing slightly.

"You’d never guess,” he says.  "Not in a million years.“

"Well, knowing you,” she chuckles, “it’s bound to be original.”  It’s not her imagination; he really does look sheepish now.  "Stargazing?  The planetarium?“  He shakes his head.  "Ghost hunting?”

“Scully,” he says, “can I tell you a secret?”  She nods, intrigued.  "I, uh….“  He ducks his head slightly.  "I love dancing.  Love it.”  A surprised smile blooms across her face.

“What kind of dancing?”

“Any kind.  Doesn’t matter,” he says.  "I had ballroom dancing lessons when I was a kid, all the kids in my parents’ social circle took lessons together.  All the boys complained about it, and I did, too, to keep up appearances… but secretly… I looked forward to those lessons every week.“  He strokes her cheek, pushing her hair back behind her ear.  "So if I had the chance… I’d take you dancing, somewhere fancy.  Somewhere you could dress up, wear those ridiculously high heels you love so much, and we’d just… just dance.  I’d hold you in my arms all evening, and then take you home and make love to you all night.”  Scully feels tears springing to her eyes.  It’s perfect, this imaginary date, and the knowledge that he’ll never get to take her on it cuts deep.

Mulder looks alarmed at her tears.  "Scully, don’t cry,“ he says.  He pushes himself up, climbing over her.  "Come on,” he says, pulling her to her feet.  He shoves the coffee table back, out of the way, somehow managing not to spill any of the leftover Chinese food on the living room floor.  "Dance with me.“  She raises her eyebrows.


“Sure, why not?”  He bends and grabs the remote, silencing the TV, and tosses it onto the couch, before winding his arm around her waist and taking her hand in his.

“There’s no music, for one thing,” Scully observes.  Mulder purses his lips in thought… and after a moment, Scully starts thinking that maybe she can believe in things like mind control and spiritual possession, because what else could possibly cause Fox Mulder to sing a Dean Martin song to her in her empty apartment?

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sourwolfstories top 5 - fake/pretend relationship

1. only fools rush in by decideophobia

Is it an imaginary date?

No. I met him in a coffee shop.


This morning. It was love on first sight.

2. Gravity’s Got Nothing on You  by zosofi

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

3. No Refunds or Exchanges by badwolfbadwolf

Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

4. Fake Sparks by ericaismeg

Laura convinces Derek that he should hire someone from Fake Sparks to pretend to be his boyfriend for the weekend of Cora’s wedding. He never expects his fake boyfriend to be Stiles Stilinski, that kid who used to pop up all the time at the same places his final year of high school.

His life is about to get very interesting.

5. Liar Liar by Scruffy_Wolf

Derek didn’t even like Stiles Stilinski, but with Laura paying him a surprise visit he needed a pretend partner and he needed onefast. Stiles just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

Completely coincidentally of course; it didn’t have anything to do with the crush Derek had on Stiles for months. That was purely physical anyway.

The Wedding: Part 3

Summary: Dean and Sam are trying to reach the reader at the airport before her flight takes off for Florida.

Warnings:  fluff, language, Original Character, violence? Idk… Reader beware

Pairings: Dean x reader, Reader x OC Max, Sam

Word Count: 2511

NOTE:  I am new to Fanfic. I would LOVE some reviews/critiques, etc! Follow me as I continue this story! Thank you!!! S/N =Sisters Name!

The airport speaker mumbled some Homeland Security Advisory message for the 40th time since you’ve been there. You arrived at your gate way too early. Your flight number wasn’t even on the gate sign yet. It was still showing a flight to Sacramento leaving at 7:30. You couldn’t help but to fidget in your seat. You had so many emotions running through you that you just wanted to sleep but you still had a lot of traveling to do. You picked up your phone and started browsing through Facebook. A lot of your old friends are posting on your sister’s wall about the wedding and you start skimming through some of the comments. All these people from your past, judging you because your little sister was married first. 

S/N was always the pretty one. She was feminine. She was graceful. She didn’t have the overwhelming interest in weaponry that you did. She was the cheerleader. Everyone loved her and she treated everyone like they were her best friends because she was genuinely nice. She was basically your polar opposite. She liked expensive things. Her wedding was expected to have 500 people. It was at the most expensive manor home in Florida. It was a 1,000 acre property that had a 15 bedroom mansion, 12 floral gardens, a plaza size fountain, 10 guest cottages (that were tucked away inside some of the gardens), and those were just the things your sister could get out in one breath whilst describing the place. 

You hadn’t told Sam and Dean about many details of your family. Like the fact that your dad was a slightly famous actor. Or that you mom was a swimsuit model at 18. Or that you didn’t fit in with one person in the entirety of your family except for your sister. S/N was marrying a man named Tom. He was a doctor or a surgeon, or something medical. You couldn’t ever remember. He was a nice enough guy. Your sister seemed happy and you weren’t one to spoil that, but this wedding was extravagant. Dean had to help you hustle pool just to pay for your $3,000 bridesmaid dress. You used fake credit cards to buy shoes, jewelry, and a clutch to match. Hunting was a rewarding career, just not in a fiscal sense. 

Your father had rented the whole estate for the entire weekend. You, Dean, Sam, and Sam’s (imaginary) date would share one of the beautiful garden cabins. You had spent hours looking at them online imagining how romantic the setting would be to be with Dean. The thought frustrated you, tossing your phone down on the seat next to you. Lifting your head up and looking around you noticed your flight is boarding. How long did I just Facebook stalk people for? You think quietly to yourself. 

You grab your phone and turn it off, throw it in your bag, give the attendant your ticket, and take your seat.

[Flash to boys in the Impala]

“It says that her flight is boarding, Dean. We aren’t gonna make it there.”

“Do you have the wedding location’s address?” Dean asks sharply.

“No, dude. Y/N had all that stuff with her. This is what happens when we don’t have a plan.” Sam huffs. “We have to go to the bunker. I don’t have my suit. Or my bathing suit. Or my flip flops.” 

“Flip flops? No. The bunker is 3 hours in the opposite direction, Sam. I’ll buy you anything you need when we get there.”

“Y/N is gonna be pissed that you didn’t wear the suit she picked out for you. She bragged about that thing for days.”

“Look under the backseat.” Dean had stashed the suit you picked out for him under the seat as if he knew he’d crack. “Always be prepared, Samuel.” He pressed the pedal down a little harder and Baby’s engines let out a little roar, picking up speed toward the Sunshine State. Dean couldn’t help but to glance up in the sky every time he saw a plane and wonder if it was yours. His heart sank thinking of how much fun you, him, and Sam could’ve had on this road trip. 

Now, instead of stopping at stupid roadside attractions, he and Sam were making 2 minute pit stops, stopping just long enough to gas up, pee, and switch seats. He was a man on a mission.

[Flash to Reader landing at Tampa International Airport (outside of Saint Pete)]

It was a very uneventful flight. Besides the obnoxiously loud talker behind, who refused to let anyone on the place sleep, it was an easy flight. You were exhausted. You slugged down to baggage claim and pulled your heavy bag off the carousel. Your sister had a driver pick you up because everyone was already checking into the estate and there was welcome get-together happening. You walked down to pick up and see the short balding man holding Y/N L/N sign. You followed him outside into the warm air to a shining black luxury car. He opened the back door for you and took your luggage. He called you ma’am every time he did something for you and you had him to quit because it made you feel old. My mother is a ma’am, damnit. You pressed your head onto the glass and tried to relax. “The boys!” you thought to yourself. You hadn’t even checked in with Sam. You tried turning on your phone but the battery must’ve been dead. You’d charge it in your cottage, settling back into the window. Your driver finally reached your destination, a beautiful (and gigantic) plantation home. 

You rolled your eyes at the formality of this event. This was definitely not your scene and you kind of glad that the boys wouldn’t be there to see how gaudy it all was. They weren’t black tie affair kind of guys. I mean, they were classy enough to be there, they were just down to earth, easy going guys. They didn’t need tuxedos and champagne to be interesting. In fact, some you all best nights were in PJ’s with some beers watching old movies. 

An event coordinator led you to your cottage. It was amazing. It looked like it was from a fairytale. It has yellow siding and a white wooden roof. They are flower boxes under all the windows that look out to the lush gardens surrounding it. You open the front door and roll your bag inside. You take a deep breath as you spot the open door with a bed behind it. You kicked off your boots and pants, slid your bra off from underneath your sweatshirt and collapsed on the bed. You fell asleep almost immediately.

[Back to the Impala]

Dean’s eye shot open. It was light out. “What time is it?” His voice slightly more hoarse than normal after sleep. 

Sam clicked on his phone “it’s 8:37.” 

“Any word from Y/N yet?”

“Not yet. I’ve called her like 8 times I think. Her phone is off. She must be pretty pissed. I Facebooked her sister and she said she made it there late last night and she’d have her call me when she got up. So, any time now probably.” Sam was concerned when he didn’t hear from you. He didn’t want Dean to worry so he went to your sister to check on you. “I’m wrecked Dean. Let’s switch.”

The boys pull over at the next gas station and Sam comes back to the car with this face buried in a newspaper. “There have been 5 strange deaths here in the past 2 weeks. A lady hanged herself in a closet that locked from the outside. A couple were chained up and found dead in their own basement. Two college kids were found with their throats cut on the side of a highway after posting they picked up a hitchhiker on the highway… And another man killed himself with a chainsaw. What in the hell are we dealing with here?”

“Damn it, Sam. We can’t work a case. I need to do this before it’s too late.”

“It’ll be a milk run. I’m thinking demon. The police station just around the corner from here. It couldn’t hurt to ask questions, could it?”

Dean begrudgingly agreed, slamming the pedal to floor of Impala burning out toward the police station and away from you. 

Dean awoke again, this time his vision is blurry and his head is pounding. Where was Sam? He thought. “Sammy?” He yelled.

The last thing he remembered was checking an old cabin on the outskirts of town. He kicked open the door, gun drawn, Sam followed in quickly behind him. The door slammed shut on its own and Dean was flung across the room into wall head first. 

Sam’s gun laid on the floor close to Dean. “Sammy?” He yelled again, starting to panic. He grabbed both guns and started slamming open every door he saw until he reached one that was locked. “Sam, are you in there?” 

Dean stepped back and shot the door handle breaking it off. In the middle of the room sat Sam, passed out with head slumped down to his chest, tied to a chair. “Sam, Sam” He smacks his face “Listen to me. Wake up, Sam.” Sam’s eye slightly cracked open and he whispered “Dean?”

Dean pulled out his knife and cut Sam free. “What are we dealing with?” He asks.

“Ugh. I’m not sure. He had demon eyes but he also had…. Vamp teeth.”

“Ah, a… dempire? No, a vamon? Dempire is better. Anyway, how do we gank this dick?” Dean helped his brother off the floor and handed him his gun. 

“I think I have a plan.” Sam looked a Dean with his forehead wrinkled in thought.

After setting up the devil’s trap, position weaponry around the room, and finding a hiding spot for himself, Dean loosely ties Sam back to the chair and retreats to the small linen closet in the attached bathroom. The next part was the hard part: waiting for it to come back.

Dean’s head was bobbing from exhaustion. According to his phone it had been 12 hours. It was dark out. He whispers out to Sam “Sam. We gotta get out of here. It ain’t coming back.”

“Oh, how wrong you are sweetheart.” A female voices taunts. Dean rushed out of the closet to see a dark hair woman with a knife to Sammy’s neck. Dean gives Sam the go ahead and he broke free of the rope, disarming the woman, and left the circle they wrote on the ceiling. 

“Ok. Now you listen to me. I have a very important thing to get to and I lost my patience for you about 11 hours ago in that closet. So, you’re going to tell me exactly how many more of you there are and where I can find them.” Dean demands.

“Like, I’m going to tell you where my family is. So you can go kill all of them? I can’t tell if you are crazier or dumber than you look.” She sasses back. “She lunges toward Dean but gets pulled back by the Devil’s trap. She looks up and growls in frustration. “Let me out of here. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. We are –“ Dean steps into the trap and cuts her head off mid-sentence. 

Sam looks frustrated and Dean explains “I told her he was losing my patience”. The boys turned to leave, deciding to stop back here on the way home with you.

“Check in on Y/N again. I don’t like that we haven’t heard from her.”  Dean’s face looks disheartened. He knew how bad he fucked up this time.

[Back to you in the Cottage]

You snapped your eyes open. You had literally fell onto the bed face first and passed out. What time is it? Why didn’t I charge my phone?Wait…. Where am I? Your mind was racing. It had been a long time that you’d woken up alone in strange place. Usually Dean’s snoring or Sam clanging around at 5am before a jogs, woke you up in the motel rooms. Even at the bunker someone would knock on your door at some ungodly hour to ask you a question or to rush you to get ready for a hunt. 

You dug through your bag and plugged your phone in but still don’t turn it on. It charges faster that way. You shuffled your feet into the kitchen and opened the fridge. This cottage was incredible. It was literally a small two bedroom apartment surrounded by a breathtaking garden. The fridge was stocked with fresh vegetables, juices, sodas, waters, and your favorite beer. You grabbed a can of beer, as you noticed it was 3pm, and what the hell, you were on vacation. You caught a glimpse of small bar cart across the room with two glass tumblers and a decanter filled with what you were sure was an excellent whiskey. Your heart sunk again. You could’ve been sitting on that leather couch with your legs across Dean’s lap, sipping whiskey, and making out. 

A loud knocking on the door snapped you back into reality and you opened the door only slightly (you weren’t wearing pants) to a handsome man you’d never seen before. “Hello, Y/N. I’m Max, Tom’s friend, I’m the best man and since you’re the maid of honor, I figured we should get together about the bachelor/bacherlorette party tonight. Can I come in?”

“Yeah. Sure. Um, just give me one minute.” You softly closed the door and ran to the bedroom. You grabbed the pants from yesterday that were still balled up on the floor and jump-squeeze back into them. You rushed back towards the door but catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror hanging in the hall and decided that Max could wait another minute for you to fix your face. You had mascara raccooning around your eyes and your hair was out of control. You got yourself together and invited him in.

“Sorry, I had a late, late flight last night.” You said as your kicked your bra under the couch. Luckily you had a sweatshirt on or you would’ve needed that thing. 

“Starting early, I see?” Max jokes as he spots the beer can on the side table. His blue eyes sparkled below a gorgeous head of perfectly styled raven hair. You realize your staring at his rigid jawbone and forgot how to put together a logical sentence. “…Yeah… I can explain—“ 

“No need. Mind if I bum one?” He walked casually over to your fridge and pulled out a beer. He popped the top and took a sip, letting out a refreshed “Ahhh.”
He turned you, giving you a small smile. “So let’s talk about this party tonight, beautiful.”

You heart sped up at that word: beautiful. It sounded so sexual coming out of his mouth. You realized you were in trouble. Wait, who were the Winchester’s again?


A Casual Fling

Title:  A Casual Fling

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: One Shot

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Summary: Tom and Avery were only supposed to be having a casual fling. That is, until the green-eyed monster comes for a visit and both realize they want more.

Warnings: Minor swearing

Author Note: I know, I have the writing game prompts to do, and a whole other crap load of chapters and requests to get through, but this idea came to me after playing a game and I couldn’t help myself. Also a jealous Tom sounds very adorable, so it was just very necessary.

She had no right to be furious, to feel heartbroken. They had been clear from the start. Keep it casual. it shouldn’t have been so hard. It hadn’t been. Things had been just fine.

Until Avery saw him with another woman.

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