Pairings: Prev. Dean x Reader,Reader x Nate (OFC), Dean x Lisa
Word Count: 1000
Warnings: Language, Dean’s POV, Angst
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That phone, that mother fucking phone. This is the fifth night in a row that I can’t stop staring at it. What if she calls again? What do I say? What if Lisa gets to it first? What then? And it just keeps running through my damn head over and fucking over again.
I can’t even decide if I want it to ring or not. Because if she does call, I don’t know what I will do, if I can take it, hearing her.
“Where are you going?” Magnus asked as he leaned against Raphael’s bedroom door.
“What do you mean?” Raphael looked at Magnus through the reflection of his mirror and adjusted the cuff of his leather jacket.
Magnus picked at his polished nails and regarded Raphael with a smirk “you never wear leather jackets to poker night”
“I’m not going, Meliorn and Luke won’t mind” Magnus hummed and doubled checked his hair.
“Seeing Simon again?” Magnus hummed quite pleased with himself.
Raphael sighed and turned to his friend “first of all, you need to stop barging into my apartment and yes I am”
“First of all, I came to give you a ride” Magnus said and plopped down on Raphael’s flourish “and you never called me last night, not responded to my text messages”
“It went well and I really like him, which is surprising considering that” “That he’s not a born in a suit, briefcase wielding corporate America clone?”
“No exactly the words I’d use but yes he’s not that” Raphael sighed happily, thinking back to his date with Simon “he’s fun and cute, Mags he has the cutest smile” Raphael gushed.
Magnus smiled and fixed the collar of Raphael’s jacket “is that what I sounded like talking about Alexander?”
“Oh dear god no, you’re twice as bad” Raphael laughed and Magnus gasped dramatically “so about that ride?” _ “What’s wrong?” Maureen asked as she took in the nervous state Simon was in.
“Nothing, it’s nothing” Simon said and paced the floors of the back-stage area “I’m fine, I’m good”
“Simon, I swear to god” Maureen scolded and placed her hands on Simon’s shoulders to stop walking “we’ve done this a million times, we got this”
“It’s not the show, Maureen” Simon sighed and shook her hands off.
“It’s the boy then?” She asked, a slight bitterness twisted with her words.
“Yeah, he’s coming tonight” Simon responded and ran his fingers through his hair.
“So is this one is special” she smiled at her friend, though Maureen liked Simon, his happiness mattered more.
“Yeah, I think so, he’s so handsome and smart and so I don’t even know what to say, you’ll have to meet him”
Maureen squealed and threw her arms around Simon’s neck “I’m so happy for you and of course I’m dying to meet um?”
“Raphael” __ “Raphael” Magnus called and snapped his fingers in front of Raphael’s face.
“Mhm?” Raphael responded and slowly lifted his head from his phone to look at Magnus.
“We have a problem”
“No we don’t” Raphael shook his head as if it would somehow clear the traffic in front of them, he was already late for Simon’s show.
Magnus looked helpless as his eyes wondered around for any opening he could find.
“Mags, it’s okay I’ll take the subway” Raphael smiled softly at his best friend. “I’m s-”
“Don’t you dare say sorry” Raphael turned in his seat to look at Magnus “you skipped Friday night poker to be here with me, you introduced you me to a guy I really like, you’re my best friend, I owe you”
“Make Simon your boyfriend and my payment then” Magnus smiled fondly and unlocked the car “go” _ “He’s not out there” Simon pulled the small gap of the curtain close. Maureen held Simon’s hands in hers before he could start tugging at his hair, again “I’m sure he’s on his way”
“What if he changed his mind?”
“No what if, he’ll be here, now let’s go” Maureen said and passed Simon his guitar.
I would literally read an entire book of Shadow living in Lakeside. People are nice to him, he starts his own business, maybe he runs into Sam again, does coin tricks at BBQs, has a comfortable life and plays poker every second Friday night. He’s happy and content.
Part 2 of Broken….If I knew how I would like it to part 1 :) Slowly learning Tumbler. warning domestic violence
You sighed as you held a cold compress
on your left side. The good thing, if there really was one was the
Brock never left marks that were easily visible. Brock had left for
work already issuing orders on what he wanted prepared for dinner for
not only himself but his poker buddies. He also left a warning that
the house was to be spotless and that there be plenty of his favorite
beer. Sighing again you removed the compress looking at the dark
bruise that splayed across the left side of your ribs. You were
pretty sure nothing was broken as it didn’t really hurt to breath and
you had be icing it on and off since last night in hopes that it
would feel better by today, no such luck.
Glancing at the time on your watch you
hurried to finish getting ready for work, throwing on your blouse and
wincing when the band of your dress pants brushed against the
bruising. You threw on a minimal amount of makeup as you had learned
over the years Brock preferred it and rushed to get your shoes, and
grab your purse before you were out the door.
Once outside you unlocked your car and
smiled fondly, it was old but it ran and it was one of the last
things that you had that was just yours. You laughed a little to
yourself if it wasn’t Brock would have already had it taken off to
the junk heap by now he complained about it daily. Then again if
Brock had it his way lately you wouldn’t have a car at all.
You made it to work on time making
sure that you obeyed every traffic law, the last thing you needed was
one of Brock’s buddies or Brock himself pulling you over that would
go over well, and made your way inside bracing yourself for the
mundane day ahead of you answering phones and helping people with
their retirement plans. The only bright spot in your work day was
Wanda, she had been working with the company since she had moved to
town a little over a year ago and you had become fast work friends.
She also didn’t know you before Brock so she never questioned your
numerous excuses to grab coffee or a drink after work, chalking it up
to the fact that you were obviously a homebody. Unlike your oldest
Speaking of the devil herself, you
felt the desk drawer vibrate and opened it a crack to see Natasha’s
name light up on the screen. Hitting the busy button on your phone
system, you took your head seat off and walked quickly to the
bathroom clicking the phone on as you went. When you whispered hello,
“Lunch” was all she said.
“I can’t Nat” You told her
frowning, its not that you didn’t want to go, but Brock didn’t care
for her and you were already nursing bruised ribs.
“Didn’t ask, Pick you up in five”
She told you hanging up before you could say anything else. You
frowned looking at your watch it was already five to 12 and Natasha
knew your schedule well, she always had since grade school. It was a
joke to your Family, Steve had a Bucky and Y/N had a Natasha to keep
you both in line. Not that you got into as many fights as your dear
brother had, but you were both utterly tiny as children. Luckily
Steve hit a growth spurt in the army, unlike you who still remained
petite. You brother told you once, it was ok for you to be that
small, him on the other hand it was a down right embarrassment. You
also vividly remember sucker punching him as you were 18 at the time
and he was making fun of you.
You made your way to your desk, and
logged the phone system completely out. Glancing at your supervisor
you smiled and told him you were taking your scheduled lunch. You
grabbed your purse from your bottom desk drawer, waving at Wanda as
you left. As you got outside, you couldn’t miss Natasha in her black
corvette, she smiled as she was leaning up against the driver’s side
door. “Thought I was going to have to come in and drag you out”
She told you and you just shook your head, “I would have” She
told you honestly.
“I know” you agreed as you got in
the passenger side the same time she got in the driver’s side.
“The sandwich place we like, ok”
she ask and you nodded, waiting you knew there was a reason that she
called you for lunch. Normally she had a very busy schedule and
wasn’t a spur of the moment type of person. After five minutes of
silence you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Spit it out” You told her and she
looked at you giving you a sly smile.
“What” She ask
“You know what, it is unusual for
you to call spur of the moment for lunch, that means something is on
“You know me so well” She laughed,
“Clint ask me to move in with him” She blurted.
“And you said” You ask turning
toward her and only grimaced slightly as it pulled at your ribs.
“That I would think about it” She
told you frowning, as she watched your face. You gave her a look,
“What” She ask you, “ I do need to think about it, I don’t want
to live over a garage, I don’t care how nice he has fixed it up”
“Then have him move in with you, in
your apartment” You told her in a matter of fact voice.
“ I hate that shit hole, my landlord
is an ass. Plus I’m always over at Clint's” She shrugged, and you
just raised your eyebrow.
“I’m always at Clint’s place” she
muttered as if surprised at her deceleration and you just nodded your
head as she pulled into a parking place, “Why didn’t I think of
this before” she seemed astounded and you almost laughed out loud.
“You were to busy freaking out,”
You offered her with a shrug of your shoulders, “plus look on the
bright side, if you officially move in with Clint you can quit giving
money to your asshole of a landlord”
“Seriously Pierce is a dick”
Natasha told you as you both got out and made your way inside. You
almost groaned out loud when you saw Rollins and Andrews sitting in
one of the corner booths. There goes failing to mention to Brock what
did for lunch. You smiled at a waitress who lead you and Natasha to
your normal booth feeling eyes on you the whole time.
“What in the hell is up with
Rollins” Natasha whispered as you both sat down. It was a small
town and pretty much everyone knew everyone. You shrugged your
shoulders, but you didn’t relax until they finished with their lunch
You were glad that Natasha, seemed
preoccupied by her discovery that she practically already lived with
Clint it made her miss the signs of discomfort you showed throughout
lunch that she normally would have picked up on. Once you ate, she
drove you back to work exclaiming that she was going to share her
answer with Clint, and made you promise to meet her next week for
lunch. After you nodded she gave you a hug and you bit you lip to
keep from letting out a hiss and she was gone again. The work day
seemed to fly by after that, and when it was quitting time, Wanda
walked up to you. “So I know that it is Brocks annual friday night
poker game at your house, you want to go to the movies with me
tonight? Sam has some late night session and there is a chick flick I
am dying to see” she ask you smiling.
“Its not that I don’t want to Wanda,
but I have a couple projects started at mom’s old house that I want
to get finished up this weekend” You told her smiling. She didn’t
have to know that you hadn’t really set foot in that house since you
moved in with Brock.
“Oh, well maybe next Friday” She
“Sure” You smiled at her as you
both ,went toward your respective cars. Once you settled inside you
made your way to the grocery store to get the things needed for
Brock’s poker night. Luckily for you the store didn’t seem to crowded
and you were In and out in under thirty minutes, which should give
you plenty of time to get the house ready and dinner cooked before he
You were just pulling onto your
street, and when your driveway came into view you felt your breathing
pick up Brock’s patrol car was already sitting in the driveway.
What was he doing home so early, your mind raced and then you thought
back to lunch damn it Rollins you thought as you parked and started
getting groceries out of the back of your car. You slowly made your
way inside and to the kitchen to sit the groceries down and before
you could blink you were pinned up against the counter. “Care to
tell me where you went for lunch sweetheart” Brock’s voice
whispered menacingly in your ear.
“With Nat” You whispered, your
left side was throbbing the way he had you shoved up against the
“I’ve told you a thousand times
sweetheart, she is a bad influence on you” his left hand ghosted
down your side between you and the counter and you had to bite your
lip to keep from screaming as he dug his thumb between two of your
ribs, “If Rollins or anyone of my guys tell me they caught you out
with her again, and I haven’t approved it you will not like what
happens understand” You nodded your head jerkily as you felt like
the breath was stolen from you. As suddenly as he was there he had
backed off of you, “Now Sweetheart, I expect you to get the house
in order and have the den ready for the game tonight” He kissed
your cheek as he left the room throwing over his shoulder that he
would be in the living room watching the game.
Once he left the kitchen you took a
deep breath, you knew tears were running down your face. Taking a
paper towel you wet it and patted your face a minute before you
picked up the groceries that had fell to the floor when Brock had
pinned you putting away the beer to get cold, and then getting your
ingredients to make the pizza crust, once you had that all mixed and
the bowl covered with a dish towel for it to rise, you washed and
chopped the toppings placing them in tupperware and back in the
fridge so that they would be ready to put on once the dough was done.
You washed your hands quickly, and moving as fast as your aching side
allowed you went to get the vacuum in order to clean the down stairs,
up to Brock’s standards. You had vacuumed the den, and moved to put
the vacuum back in its respective place and grabbed the broom and
went to sweep the kitchen, and dining room you knew no one would be
in there much but you didn’t want to give Brock anymore reasons this
evening to be upset.
Once that was done, you moved as
quietly as you could to the living room where he was propped up in
the recliner. You started to sweep the living room making as little
noise as possible, you did not want to interrupt him, when you felt
his eyes on you. You looked up at him and you shivered as he was
smiling. “Aren’t you just adorable when you do what I ask you to
do” he crooned at you, and if you didn’t know the things you knew
about him now you would have thought it was sweet really.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you bring me a beer” he ask smile still on
his lips. You knew he expected you to do so, and you just nodded your
head placing the broom against the wall so that it would stay there
and went back to the kitchen to get him his beer. You popped the top
and threw it it in the trash and made it back to him in record time.
“Here” You said softly reaching it
toward him. He took it from you and was still smiling.
“Why don’t you sit with me for a
little bit” He suggested, and you bit your lip.
“Brock, I still have to finish
sweeping the living room, then I have to get the pizza in the oven”
you stated softly and cringed when his eyes narrowed a little bit, “I
just want to make sure that everything is done so you don’t have
anything to worry about when the guys start showing up” you said
quickly. He waved his hand at you as if dismissing you and you let
out a sigh of relief. You made quick work of the living room not
wanting to stay In his sight more than you needed to and quickly put
away your supplies and went back to finish up the pizza. Once it was
in the oven you set the timer and then made your way back to the den
to set up the poker table and the chairs as well as get the cards and
chips out and place them in the middle of the table. Once that was
done you checked on the pizza again, got out a couple bowls to fill
with Chips and Pretzels and sit them around the den. When the timer
went off you removed the pizza to cool and made your way back into
the living room where Brock was still where you had left him.
“Everything is ready” You told him softly.
“Good, why don’t you go upstairs put
on something a little more comfortable” Brock told you, “Give the
guys a reason to be jealous if you know what I mean” he winked at
you. Nodding at him you turned and grimaced you had hoped that he
would let you retreat to your room tonight while they were hear but
it seemed like luck wasn’t on your side tonight.
You made it upstairs and grabbed out of
your closet one of the dresses you knew Brock loved, and that you
absolutely hated for no other reason than he loved it. You took it in
the bathroom with you, and had decided that a shower might help to
relieve your nerves when you heard your cell phone playing the
national anthem. You fished it out of your purse quickly hoping that
Brock didn’t hear it, Steve normally didn’t call you two days in a
row. “Hey Stevie” You answered softly locking yourself in the
“Hey Cricket” He said just as
softly and you felt your stomach drop, he normally didn’t pull out
“Stevie is everything alright with
Peggy, and the baby” You ask quickly.
“Yeah” you could hear him sigh.
“Then what” You ask your stomach
still in your throat.
“It’s Bucky he was overseas, in the
field tending to the injured” Steve paused, “Hell Cricket there
was a grenade, Buck was hit”
“Is he, Is he” You couldn’t finish
you knew tears were falling, Bucky was just as much family as Steve
was he had been there since you could remember, you used to joke that
Bucky was more protective than Steve was.
“He is alive, they have moved him to
a military hospital in Germany, as soon as they can they are going to
move him stateside, but he has lost his left arm” Steve croaked out
and you knew he was in tears and you had rarely seen your big brother
You heard yourself sob, and you heard
Steve in the background “Cricket it’s ok, he is going to be ok”
“Stevie, are you going to him” you
ask suddenly, “I know Peggy” you started.
“Peggy had already cleared it, we are
both taking leave we are going to go and make sure he is ok” Steve
told you and you sighed.
“Steve Tell him” You started and
you heard Brock opening the bedroom door, “Tell him to get better
soon, and that I love him” You whispered the last part in hopes
that Brock didn’t hear it. “I gotta go” Yo u told him quickly as
you heard Brock’s footsteps getting closer to the bathroom door and
without another thought hit end on your cell phone.
Tony has installed very loud speakers on the outside of his suit.
Now, in battle, whenever the other Avengers are around and someone knocks a guy out, a little song plays
Steve doesn’t get it, but Natasha wants to throttle him. Clint’s excessive eye rolls can be heard from across the street.
Meanwhile, the song has struck a chord with Thor
Even though Natasha has managed to sneak into the highly secured workshop of Tony’s home to disable the speakers, the thunder god’s booming voice can be heard miles away, singing:
“MMMM, WHAT DOES THEE SAY? ….but truly, what does she say?”
Natasha can’t do anything against Thor
Tony cackles somewhere in the background, his objective accomplished.
But things take an unexpected turn, and the cycle continues.
“P-P-P-P-POKE HER FACE- why are they poking her face, and why does she not retaliate with force at the excessive poking?”
*natasha facepalms out of existence*
“It’s Friday, Friday, what a glorious Friday, friends!”
*clint grows wings and flies away*
“What a peculiar question. Indeed, what does the fox say? Surely it isn’t ‘ring ding ding ding da ding’?”
Steve joins in on this one, and Tony isn’t sure if he’s having fun anymore
Imagine Iwaizumi, Akaashi and Kiyoko as flatmates/roommates and/or childhood friends
The three of them were childhood friends and ended up sharing the same flat during university. They are all very open towards each other, even Kiyoko. However their friendship is tested during friday night poker games.
Slytherin house headcanons. And all this comes from curiosity, darling. Not any post.
The password has never been “Mudblood” or any kind of slur at all. There are muggleborns in Slytherin and I highly doubt the head of house would set that password.
I’m not sure if I read this on pottermore or in other headcanon but the fontain in the common room is enchanted so it tastes like whatever you want it to.
There are girls in the Slytherin quidditch team.
Friday is poker night in the common room.
There are fairy nights everywhere. I mean if I had to spend my free time underwater, I would want it to be pretty.
It’s the most luxurious common room by far.
There is an Slytherin Alumni trust fund for the Slytherin kids that can’t afford books, robes etc.
Of course not everyone gets along. But if there’s a problem between a house mate and someone else you can bet your sorry ass Slytherins defend each other. As my mother says “wash your dirty clothes at home, put the clean sheets out the window”. You know, all about giving a united front and all.
I’m pretty sure there’s a mentoring system that pairs 1st and 4th years, 2nd and 5th and 3rd and 6th yeas. So every little kid has someone older to go to with their problems and get help in difficult subjects and stuff. 7th years do it for 4th, 5th and 6th graders since they don’t need that much attention.
Molly, Mycroft, Anthea and Molly's bodyguard (and fake fiancé) play poker every Friday night. They place bets, (like how long will it take everyone else to figure out Tom's gay and is actually Molly's body guard.) Most of the time Molly wins-and it's usually half of everyone's pay checks she gets. By the time Mary figured out that Tom was gay (but didn't figure out he was a bodyguard) Molly was a millionaire-close to billionaire from all the poker nights.
Nice headcanon! I’ve continued from here to involve Sherlock. Slight tweaks on the amounts of her winnings. Go Molly!
“Hello dear brother,” Mycroft sauntered slowly into Molly’s flat. “What a surprise to see you here. So good of you to answer the door. And, in nothing but a tea towel no less.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes and spat out a witty insult. He’d never be able to live it down. He closed the door behind his older brother keeping the floral tea towel securely over his nethers.
"Molly!” Sherlock grudgingly called out.
“I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything?” Mycroft arched an eyebrow as his lips curled into a smile.
Sherlock pursed his lips and inhaled deeply through his nose. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever lost this badly at a game that was all but made for him to win. He could read players like a book. It was child’s play. A dull afternoon at his favorite bolt hole with his favorite pathologist had needed a little livening up. He’d dazzle Molly with his skills at reading players and bluffing. But, he had taught his pupil too well.
“Mycroft,” Molly stepped out from the bathroom in the hallway. “You’re early! Tea?”
“Please,” he bent down and lightly pecked both Molly’s cheeks earning a soft growl from his brother. “Did you bake?”
“But, of course!” Molly winked. “Your favorites.”
Mycroft happily bounded towards the cookie jars on the counter where he knew he’d find some tasty things to nibble on.
“You were expecting him?” Sherlock scowled.
“Uh-huh,” Molly nodded as she put the kettle on the stove.
“Let me guess,” Mycroft popped a bite-sized cookie into his mouth. “You had a friendly wager over a game of cards.”
He glanced at the coffee table which was strewn with cards. He let out a hearty chuckle as Sherlock flushed with embarrassment. The redness bloomed down his bare chest to his navel.
“What do they call it?” He exaggeratedly tapped his chin. “Ah, yes. ‘Strip poker’.”
Molly giggled as Sherlock rolled his eyes again at his brother’s thinly veiled attempts to bait him.
“She lied.” The consulting detective tried to cross his arms but realized he wouldn’t be able to hold his towel properly if he did. “She has played the game before.”
“I didn’t lie!” Molly feigned hurt. “You simply said, ‘It’s not terribly complicated. I think you’ll be able to catch on’.”
“And, you suggested the stakes?” Mycroft’s eyes twinkled at Molly with mischief.
Molly smirked and shrugged her shoulders, “I may have made a suggestion or two.”
“For the last time,” Sherlock ground his teeth. “May I, at least, have my coat so that I can go home with a little dignity?”
“You bet the Belstaff?” Mycroft was shocked.
“He really shouldn’t have gone ‘all-in’,” Molly tutted as she retrieved the teapot.
“And pray tell, what were the hands?”
“He went in heavy with pocket aces and pushed all-in on the turn.” Before Sherlock could answer, Molly jumped in surprising him even more than he’d already been.“I had a full house. Eights full of Queens.”
“Your favorite hand, my dear.” Mycroft clapped. “Well done!”
Sherlock’s jaw-dropped, but he couldn’t have predicted the shock that was to come.
“Before I forget- which I often do,” Mycroft pulled out an envelope from his inside jacket pocket. “The swiss account details. Everything is in order.”
“Thank you!” Molly beamed and placed a kiss on Mycroft’s cheek.
“What is going on?” Sherlock demanded. “In one afternoon, I have been hustled and stripped. Am I to believe you two are laundering money to international untraceable accounts as well?!”
“Don’t be silly, Sherlock.” Mycroft sipped his tea. “It’s only a few million pounds.”
Sherlock growled and launched himself at his brother. He grabbed his collar and shook him.
“What have you gotten Molly mixed up in!?”
“Sherlock!” Molly grabbed his arm. “Stop that!”
Mycroft peeled Sherlock’s hand off him and dusted off his collar.
“Her winnings,” he smiled proudly. “They’re her winnings from our weekly poker games though we are on a break for now. She cleared everyone out. I took the liberty of opening an investment account for her.”
“Who else?” Sherlock asked intrigued.
“Anthea, Tom, a few of my other staff. One or two of my employers on occasion. She’s really the best poker player I’ve ever encountered. MI6 could benefit from a person with skills such as hers.”
Sherlock couldn’t believe his ears. He turned and eyed Molly, his sweet, yet spitfired pathologist who was biting her thumb to keep from giggling. He had underestimated her once again. She had bested him and he’d no idea how far the deception ran until now. She’d strung him along and divested every single piece of clothing on his back while making him think it was sheer beginner’s luck.
And, it was the sexiest thing anyone had ever done in his presence. Hands down.
“And that,” Mycroft saw the looks being shared by the only other people in the room. “Is my cue to leave post haste. See you soon, Molly. Sherlock.”
The door clicking shut went unnoticed by both Molly and Sherlock. And, the tea towel lay discarded on the floor where he had dropped it just before he scooped her up and took her to the bedroom to illustrate just how impressed he really was.
I haven’t played in FOREVER! It feels like months. It’s only been a few weeks. BUT IT FEELS LIKE MONTHS! I need to go to the casino here and get my poker on. Then throw away my clothes because they will smell like smoke and despair.