sleeping whiskey

The One with the Giant Poking Device

Characters - Dean x Reader

Summary - An awkward moment while sharing a bed leads to an interesting morning.

Word Count - 5864

Warnings - Swearing (duh), injury (very slight),smut, oral sex/face riding (female), fingering, unsafe sex (remember irl to wrap it before you tap it)

A\N - This was written for mine and Jill’s Hubba Bubba Birthday writing challenge. Thank you to @sis-tafics for reading through and encouraging me. And a special thank you to @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for betaing. You ladies are the absolute best!

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Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

Long, calloused fingers grip you tightly, digging into your soft curves as his hands pull you flush against his body. The heat spreads, radiating from him to sink into your bones, flowing through you to settle heavily in your center. The strength in the arms wrapping around you, the firmness of his chest against your full breasts, the gentleness of his hands as they caress you, all of it makes your breath slow, your heart race. You can’t hold back the low whine in your throat when you feel his hardening length pressing against your lower belly. He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, his warm breath fanning over you. He nudges your head back further, the scruff on his jaw a delicious burn on your skin. Soft sighs catch in your throat as his lips glide over you and you can feel his cock twitch against you in response.

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December 25th

“For the love of God!”

Remus Lupin kicked the tire of his car with all the rage that had been building up in him for the past half an hour. Granted it was his fault, he hadn’t listened to what they said on the news about snow but it was Christmas and he had to get to his family or his mother would break his legs like chopsticks. Hope Lupin was a small woman but a force to be reckoned with when it came to family dinners. However, Remus’ car wasn’t afraid of Hope’s wrath, it’s tires had given up long ago but Remus had only now pulled the car over. Remus checked his phone but it was dead, too, it was a Christmas miracle that everything went so wrong. He looked around at all the pretty houses around him, all of them lit up and adorned with red and gold, laughter audible from each one except for one that was a bit down the road. The house looked beautiful but it wasn’t festive at all, the lights were on but there wasn’t anyone inside celebrating Christmas.

Remus hated asking people for help and the fact that it was Christmas night made his decision even harder, so he took a deep breath before he bowed his head down a little to keep the snow from getting to his face, it was so cold that each snowflake burned his already fragile skin.

He stood in front of the house before he knocked twice, he started cleaning the snow off of his brown coat, as he was bend over cleaning the snow from his pants the door opened and Remus made the mistake of looking up, it was a mistake because he almost fell down when he saw the ethereal creature that opened it.


“I- I’m,” mumbled Remus as he straightened himself before opening his mouth again, he saw the corner of the lip of the creature curl up. “I was wondering if I could use your phone–” 

Remus showed the dead phone in his hand to the angel that was standing before him with sweatpants on and his hair in a bun. He had pale grey eyes and the blackest hair you can imagine, his cheekbones were like stairway to heaven. He was holding a whiskey glass in his pale hands and he raised his perfectly shaped brow before inviting Remus in with a nod..

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you on Christmas, I just–”

“Do I look like I’m celebrating, mate?” interrupted the sweatpants god, he tugged a loose lock of his hair back into his flawless messy bun. “I generally learn people’s names before I let them into my house.”

“I- yeah, sorry. I’m Remus,” he replied, as he took his scarf and coat of because it was really very hot inside. “So about that phone?”

“Aren’t you in a rush Remus? Just when I was getting happy that I won’t be spending another Christmas alone,” he smiled as he showed the phone standing on a marble stand just a few feet away. “Thanks for asking by the way, I’m Sirius.”  

How could he be so thick? He forgot to ask the Greek God his name which was partly his fault because Remus literally forgot how to breathe let alone talk every time he looked at Sirius. Now that Remus thought about it, with a name like that, this man could be an actual Greek God.

“I’m sorry, I was just in a rush I guess,” he said as he stared at the phone in his hands.

“Stop saying sorry for everything you do, please call who you must and tell them you are okay,” suggested Sirius as he went back to his couch right in front of a majestic chimney. “Don’t forget to tell them you will be staying with a friend because your car is not going anywhere tonight.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows at this very brave statement but when he looked out the gigantic window right behind where Sirius was sitting, he knew he didn’t have much of a choice because it was impossible to see from the snow. It wasn’t snowing, it was like someone was cutting the clouds in half. He dialed the number with shaky hands, he knew just who would pick up.

“Hey!” he said almost crying.

REMUS JOHN LUPIN!” Sirius turned his head suddenly with a huge grin on his face that made Remus’ knees weak. “I told you months before if you missed this diner I would serve you for dinner on New Years Eve.”

Remus could feel his cheeks warm up as he was sure Sirius could hear everything his mother was saying at the moment. 

“Yeah,mum… I’m sorry… No I’m really sorry… I will be there tomorrow I promise… I’m not lying for the love of God… Yeah… Uh-huh… I got somewhere to stay I guess…”

“What do you mean I guess?” whispered Sirius from where he was sitting, he was hanging from the couch to make Remus hear him. 

“I’ll call you when I leave for home,” concluded Remus and he put the phone down with an embarrassed look on his face. He loved his mum to bits but she was sometimes a bit too much. “Can I have a charger, please?”

“Wait a second,” said Sirius as he hurriedly went to another room and came back with a charger and he placed it into Remus’ palm. His skin was almost as white as snow and he was just as cold. “We have a long night ahead Remus, do you want something to drink?”

“Tea would be gr–”

“Whiskey it is then, great choice,” teased Sirius as he went for his liquor cabinet. “This is Christmas and you are stuck here, you are not drinking tea.”

He plugged his phone in spent at least half an hour trying to get to all the messages and calls that he received while his phone was dead, he knew it was rude but it was Christmas and he had a huge family he had to call.

When Remus was finally done, he went to the couch to sit down as he took the fancy glass from Sirius. He didn’t want to about what the hell he was doing, staying at a stranger’s house was not something he would do. But this man with his hair and his cheekbones and his ridiculous smile and the way those sweatpants hang from his hips were very inviting, not that anything would happen but it was a good view at least.

“I like your mum,” said Sirius with a smirk as he took a sip from his new glass of high quality whiskey. “She’s quite something.”

“She’s worse than this snow storm on holidays,” laughed Remus. “She misses me that’s all but yeah, you heard her war cries.”

Sirius laughed and Remus heard summer in his laughter despite all the snow that was falling outside. He didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling but he hadn’t felt like this in forever and this was such an unnecessary thing, he really didn’t need this nor did he want this.

“So I you don’t mind me asking,” continued Remus as his throat burned from whiskey. “Why are you alone on Christmas?”

“I hate my family,” replied Sirius simply, he used that word so freely, it was a bit scary. “They are bigoted, idiotically conservative and mentally abusive. I made the mistake of coming out last Christmas, it was chaos. They invited me out of obligation this year, so why bother?”

With that he tipped whatever was left in his glass into his mouth and licked his lips slowly as he walked back to the liquor cabinet and brought the bottle with him this time.

“I’m sorry about that,” muttered Remus as he did the same. He didn’t know if he should feel bad for Sirius or feel happy for himself, not that he would ever look at him like that. 

“What did I tell you about saying sorry?” smiled Sirius as he poured them more liquor. “Also, you should probably warn me when you want to sleep because I rarely sleep before 3 am.”

“Why would you ever do that to yourself?” yelled Remus, that was a bit too much but Remus never had the strongest metabolism for whiskey. “Sleep is a beautiful thing.”

Not as beautiful as you are though.

Remus realised he should be careful about those thoughts because he was known to tell whatever was on his mind out loud.

“I can’t help it. I always work late at night and now my sleep schedule is fucked up,” he explained and cursing had never looked so good. “So Remus John Lupin, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a TA at the university,” he replied as he ruffled his hair. “I know it’s kinda boring–”

“You are hellbent on selling yourself short,” interrupted Sirius, he loved doing that. “I bet you think you are not good looking.”

Remus felt like his tongue froze, what was he supposed to reply with to drunken flirting from a completely gorgeous stranger? So he did what he knows best, he changed the subject.

“So, umm, what do you do?”

“I’m an attorney, family business, but it happened so I roll with it,” he stated as he grinned. “You are very good at changing the subject.”

“You heard my mum, if I don’t change the subject we talk about my sex life during dinner,” said Remus and immediately regretted it, he looked at his glass guiltily and realised that he was actually on his third glass. “I didn’t mean–”

“Another way of saying sorry, you are incredible,” teased Sirius as he put his glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch and came a little closer, Remus never thought breathing was a hard thing to do before but he could still feel Sirius’ scent, strong and spellbinding. “So, I like to think that things happen for a reason.”

His bloody perfect eyebrow was raised again and Remus wasn’t thinking straight so he just nodded.

“Your car didn’t break down in this street without a reason, I think Mr. Lupin, we were meant to meet,” he continued, he used his hands a lot as he spoke and it was the most marvellous thing Remus had ever seen, the fact that he was already dreaming about his hands all over him was not a good sign though. “So, you are going to stay here tonight and you will leave with my number in that phone of yours, just in case you need an attorney someday.”

“Okay,” whispered Remus, because that was all he could manage. “I think I should sleep because I need to wake up early tomorrow.”

“We were just starting to have fun,” mumbled Sirius but he stood up nevertheless to show Remus to his room. “Don’t be scared I won’t bite.”

You could if you want to.

Remus followed him up the stairs trying so hard not to stare at his back but the damn sweatpants weren’t helping. Sirius showed him to a not so small guest room on the left and walked back out.

“If you feel like you can’t sleep, I’m downstairs,” he reminded with a lopsided smile and went away. 

Remus crawled into the extremely soft bed and was asleep in a matter of minutes thanks to the alcohol in his veins.

Sirius was flabbergasted by the luck he had this Christmas after everything that went down last year. A tall, lanky man with the warmest eyes was sleeping in his guest room and Sirius was still reeling from everything that happened in the past six hours since it was around 3 am at the moment. He slowly got up and turned the lights off. He climbed the stairs carefully scared that he would wake up the most beautiful man to ever enter this house besides him, when he reached the top he realised that Remus had slept with the door open. He was softly snoring and was drowning in the huge duvet over him. His clothes were on the dresser and it didn’t take long for Sirius to understand that he would kill to get in that bed at that moment. He slowly turned around to enter his own room as Remus hummed in his sleep. 

This is what I call a Christmas miracle.”

Sirius always believed things happened for a reason, he knew things would happen in the order they should, he had had troubles with his anger as far as he can remember and this new belief was helping him deal with it sometimes, it also helped him makes sense of things like this. Sirius firmly believed that Remus walked into his life for a reason and he was intended to find out why it took so long and what it was for.

He slipped into his own bed and shivered as the cold sheets touched his skin and undid his bun to sleep comfortably. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was honey eyes, long limbs and a shy smile. For the first time in a long time Sirius Black was excited to wake up.

Tipsy Love (1/2)

Originally posted by got7-updates

Title : Tipsy Love

Genre : Drama / Angst-ish / Fluff

Author : Myself

Pairing : Jackson Wang x Reader

Summary : You have one bad addiction. Jackson is an instructor in a center for people with health problems and bad mental state. How will the addiction acts upon the two of them ? Will your forsaken self be able to change your mental state ?

It’s a One-shot. Part two will be up very soon ;)


The street was crowded. Clouds were everywhere, like a ticking bomb over the salarymen’s heads. Seoul is a huge city. Each person is only a tiny little part of the human presence in the island. One’s goal is the same as his neighbors’. There’s only one within four millions of men, women.

No wonder you felt so empty.

It was 4 A.M, and you were trying to walk down the alley leading to your house (you weren’t sure if it was the good street though). Your evening had been calm and filled with clouded memories of countless glasses scattered around the bar of your brother’s pub. The sound of glass, and the noisy people around you, telling it was just okay to drink too much, since tomorrow you wouldn’t even remember a thing, and gather the courage to speak to the beautiful man watching you with deep, dark envy. Like a vivid dream printed in your mind, you could only remember some parts of that big, insane moment of your life. Another one.

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Lie Detector

Dean Winchester x Reader

2300 Words

Story Summary: Friends with a man (Dean), you wake up one morning with the ability to tell that he had been lying to you the entire time.

Author’s Note: This was an anonymous request, and I hope it turned out okay! It was kind of challenging to write!

This morning seemed like every other morning to you. The sun shown brightly through your threadbare curtain, beating down on you, making you groan and roll over to the other side of the bed. Your clock on your nightstand showing it was only 8:00 in the morning. Way to early to be getting up when you didn’t get home until three in the morning. But that’s what usually happened. Go to bed late, wake up early. Your life exactly.

Slipping out of bed, you stumbled into your kitchen, pressing the on button of the coffee pot, needing the jolt it could provide. With your head throbbing, you stumbled around your kitchen, reaching for the aspirin you kept by the sink. Feeling like the alcoholics that visited the bar you tended, you thought back to last night, wondering if you had drank too much. Your friend, James was in town, stopping by the bar, and you had taken a couple of shots with him, but that was it. Nothing you couldn’t handle. So why were you feeling like you were hit by a truck this morning?

As your coffee percolated, you made your way into your bathroom, turning the water on as hot as you could manage, stepping under the scalding spray. Letting the water run over your shoulders, you pressed your head to the tile. Today you were feeling much like you had while growing up, and you didn’t like it at all. Your parents had died when you were young, passing you off to an aunt who used you more as a maid than as a relative. Living on hand me downs and hateful words, you had always felt off centered, and alone.

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The Joker X Reader “Best Friends”

Mister J doesn’t understand the concept of having a guy-best-friend. He always gives you and Frost such a hard time. Dammit, this man needs to learn when to back out!Who are you kidding? He’s a lost cause… 

Best friends saga:

**** You were horsing around the penthouse with Frost, fighting with the Joker’s canes. You had his favorite purple one and Jonny the black one. You were trying to kick Frost, he ducked and you hit the wall so hard the cane snapped in two.

“Oh, crap!” you gasp, assessing the damage in disbelief.

“That’s not good,” Jonny sighs. “Want me to take the blame?”

“No, no way, it’s my fault.”

He took the blame. Mister J is pissed to the maximum.

“I’m so sorry, boss; I tripped and felt right on top of it.”

“Lose some weight, God dammit, you know that’s my favorite cane. Now I have to wait until my new one arrives. How am I supposed to look like a pimp without it?” J snarls at him, but he knows something is up.

“You don’t need the cane, baby” you smile, keeping your cool. “You always look like the hottest pimp around.”

“For reals? Hmmm… if you say so…” the Joker buys your flattery and you think Frosty is safe.  NOT!!!

At the club, Frost was getting ready to go downstairs and J tripped him. Man, that was a pretty nasty tumble! You let out a small scream and rush after him.

“Oh my God, Jonny, are you ok?” you try to help him up, worried to death. “J, did you push him?”

“Wha’????? Why would I do that?! I’m not that low,” the Joker defends himself but you have your concerns.

“Frost, did he push you?” you ask, annoyed.

“No, no, of course not,” he lies, knowing it’s better not to start any shit.

“See? I told you, he’s just clumsy, he falls down and…breaks things.” The evil glare in J’s eye makes you squint your eyes, suspicious.

**** Since J is not going to be home anytime soon, you get together with Frost for drinks, karaoke and movies. After you’re both very drunk, you really sound like goats jumping from a cliff, but you think you’re the best singers. You decide to watch something sad, you don’t really know what, but sure as hell you are both on the couch now, sobbing, heartbroken. Your head is resting on Frost’s shoulder and you sniffle, blowing your nose in your tissue again.

The Joker walks in and sees you both and he doesn’t like the fact that you are sitting so close to each other.

“What are you guys doing now?” he mutters, marching in front of the couch.

“This is so sad, Jaaayy,” you cry and Frost reaches his hand to wipe your eyes with his tissue.

“Don’t touch my girl!” the Joker grumbles and he punches Frost unconscious.

“Omg, Jaaaayy, you killed my best friend!” You start wailing, clenching to Frost’s chest.

“He’s not dead, let go!” J tries to take you away. You don’t bulge.

“Jonnnnyyyyy, I’m gonna take care of your kids,” you whimper even louder.

“He doesn’t have any kids, let him go I said! Jeez, how much did you drink, Princess?!”

“Jonnnnnyyy, I’m gonna take care of your wifeeee,” you’re bawling your eyes out.

“He doesn’t have a wife!”

“I don’t care, I’m gonna take care of all of them anywayyy.” You are so upset you won’t move.

“Fine, I’ll prove you he’s all right!” J walks over to the kitchen, irritated, grabs a bowl of water with ice and comes back just to throw it Frost’s face to wake him up. Frost opens his eyes, kind of jumping from the shock of the cold feeling. You kiss his cheek, then cuddle on his chest.

“Frosty, you’re alive!”

“I said don’t touch my girl!” the Joker snaps, punching his lights out again.

Poor Frost had to walk around with two black eyes for three weeks.
 **** Mister J will get revenge for that night. Frost has a date tonight and you are helping him with his tie.

J is glaring at you too, tapping his fingers on the glass coffee table.

“Can’t you dress yourself, Frost?” he asks, grinning, impatient it’s taking so long.

“Almost done, sir.”

“There” you back out a bit, satisfied. “I hope you never leave us, I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

You hear your boyfriend snarl and you continue:

“…and without J we would be completely lost,” you quickly add, winking at Jonny.

Before Frost leaves, J is trying to give him tips on how to behave on a date and some pickup lines. You roll your eyes, scoffing and when J leaves the room to answer an important call, you whisper to Frost:

“Don’t listen to him, he’s clueless to this kind of stuff. I’m with him for his looks, not for the wisdom he blesses us with every day.” Jonny snickers, amused.

“What are you guys talking about?” J inquires, coming back in the room holding a glass half full with whiskey.

“His girlfriend, she’s adorable,” you innocently smile. “A sweetheart, I’m telling you.”

“Hmm, oh well, old man, here’s some liquid courage for tonight.” The Joker gives the glass to Jonny and he drinks it all. He put sleeping pills in the whiskey. Needless to say Frosty didn’t make it to his date and you didn’t talk to J for days.

****  “Jonny, remember when we were kids and used to play hide and seek? Gosh, I miss those days. Hey, let’s play!” you clap your hands in anticipation.

“We’re grown ass people, Y/N,” he furrows is eyebrows, not in the mood.

“ So?! Stop being so serious. Come on, it will be fun, pleaseeee?” you beg, pulling his arm.

“Ok, but just one round, you hide and I’ll try to find you.”

“Yes!!! Awesome!” you jump up and down, excited. It’s late at night and J is not home yet so you gotta kill the boredom somehow. “Ok, turn the lights out, give me 1 minute and then come look for me,” you giggle, already knowing you will hide behind the curtain. You stay quiet, hearing noises around the penthouse. You feel like a child again, you missed the thrill of this silly game.

Suddenly, you feel hands grabbing your butt as you are turned around and you feel your lips being kissed. You panic:

“Jonny, what the hell???!!!” you yell and throw your fist in his face as hard as you can.

“Huhhh?”you hear Frost from across the room as he turns on the lights.

“Auchhh, are you crazy?!”
Oh, crap, it’s The Joker. With a bloody nose. Looking unhappy. Very unhappy.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” you cover your mouth, scared. “I didn’t know it’s you. Why did you sneak in like that? I’ll bring you some ice, hold on.”

“God, you have a mean punch, Pumpkin!” he snorts on his blood, holding the bridge of his nose, angry at you.

“Occupational hazard, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you keep on apologizing, feeling really bad about it. You didn’t have time to notice Frost widely smiling at his boss’s misfortune. Karma is a bitch.

**** You are out Christmas shopping with Frost for J . You have no idea he’s following you two. He keeps on creeping out from behind corners, with a hoodie on and jeans, totally incognito, watching you two like a hawk.

“Why is she holding his arm? Why are they laughing? Why is he touching my girl again?” J keeps on thinking, irritated. He sees some kids playing in the snow.

“Hey, you there,” he gets their attention, “wanna make a hundred dollars?”

* You suddenly get bombarded with a million snow balls, there are a bunch of children screaming and yelling, hitting you two from all sides, then they run.

“Wow, what was that?” you say, cleaning yourself up. And you hear it just for a split second, but you sure know that laugh.

“It’s that idiot!” you mutter through your clenched teeth, aggravated.

“Who, Mister J ?”

“That’s what I said, Frosty, pay attention,” you inhale, dragging him inside the little restaurant on your left. ”Come on, let’s get on the terrace! Hurry up!”

There is nobody on top with the cold weather and snow, of course. You duck behind the wall, watching the street.

“There he is!” you point at the Joker approaching the building, recognizing him.

“When he gets right under, we push all this snow on him, ok?” you elbow Frost, making sure he’s going to follow the plan.

“Are you insane? He’s going to kill us.”

“Bullshit, he won’t know it was us. I won’t tell if you don’t,” you bite your lips, waiting for an answer.

“Ok, let’s do it!” Jonny softly chuckles, grateful he can get a bit more payback to his boss for all the crap he has to endure.

“Wait for my signal,” you peak again and…”Now, now!!!’ you both push the huge chunks of frozen snow and you hear a loud thud then J cussing and having a temper tantrum. You both laugh like crazy, covering your mouths and you slowly get up and run, taking the stares to the south side of the restaurant.

**** You are in front of the fireplace, listening to a song with Jonny on your mp4. He has one earbud and you have the other.

“Wow, awesome song, Y/N,” Frost nods his head as a thank you for sharing.

Oh, hell no! The Joker thinks when he sees you two. He walks behind you and smashes your heads together as hard as he can.

“Auucch, wtf, baby?! It really hurts!” you whimper, rubbing the painful spot.

“Whoops, my hands slipped,” J grins, closing his eyes to take in the moment, feeling like he accomplished something good for the day.  Jonny doesn’t say anything; he is trying to be as stoic as ever. He just cautiously gets up and leaves.
*You and Frost got nasty matching red bumps and J is very pleased to call you:

“My little horn-y devils.”

**** You and Frost are waiting outside for the Joker so you can go to the club.

“Gosh, it’s so cold,” you shiver under your thin coat.

“Here, Y/N,” Frost offers you his coat, placing it around your shoulders.

“Thank you, you’re so sweet… Hey, J, what are you doing?”

Mister J yanks Frost’s coat and throws it on a muddy puddle that didn’t freeze yet.

“Baby, what are you doing?!”

“You don’t need his coat, I’ll give you mine, “ J pouts, puckering his lips while placing his purple coat around you.
That was so uncalled for; he really needs to knock this shit out.

The car is parked half a block away so you bend your knees more to make sure the bottom of his precious croc coat gets dragged in all the puddles and slit you can walk in.

He has a fit when you give it back to him but you  candidly point out he gave it to you and it’s not your fault you’re shorter than him.

**** “How in the world did my Lamborghini got a flat tire? Are you kidding me right now?” J gasps, kicking the sidewalk exasperated. ”Get someone to fix it!” he shrieks at Frost.

Yeah, I wonder how it happened…

Frost gives you an inquiring glance and you wink at him, letting him know you got his back.  

What are best friends good for anyway?

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omgcp characters as things I’ve done

Bitty: Looked my mom dead in the eye and told her that asking me if I needed a store bought  pie crust for a recipe I was making was the most offensive thing she’d ever said to me.  

Jack: Asked the head of my department for recommendations for hockey-related media and she recited a children’s poem in a heavy French-Canadian accent about a little boy who writes a department store asking for a Montreal Canadiens sweater and is mistakenly sent a Toronto Maple Leafs sweater.

Shitty: Was in a class on medieval gender roles and I argued that an epic poem we were reading had to be satire because the ending made heterosexuality seem super gross and undesirable.

Lardo: Started a tour of the campus ministry where I worked by pointing out the picture of our house’s founder dressed in drag.

Holster: Met my best friend because I tried and failed to date a girl she lived with while she tried and failed to wingman for a different girl she lived with who was trying to date me.

Ransom: Accidentally deleted ¾ of my BA thesis, had a panic attack, and then had to calm myself down by looking at cute pictures of cats when I realized that Microsoft had a really simple way of accessing a back-up version.

Dex: Got my boss and I locked on the roof of the residence where I worked after she showed me the fake owl we got to ward off squirrels and had to break into a resident’s room to let us back in.

Nursey: Took a girl to a prom themed poetry slam on a first date where we dressed up in prom dresses, all of the poems were recited by couples, and they played cheesy dance music

Chowder: Got tipsy on one beer, started leaning on my friend, and told him very seriously he was cursed with my friendship.

Tango: Woke my girlfriend up to ask a question about the interpretation of a bible passage and then got out of bed, found her bible, and spent ten minutes discussing it before going back to sleep.  

Whiskey: Got into an argument with a bro at my first college party about whether or not rose was real wine.

Kent Parson: Flirted with a girl by comparing hockey players to Elizabethan poets

Tater: Showed up to my boss’s wedding with a huge pan of potatoes instead of a wedding gift

All the time

A.n. There’s a lot of fluff in this chapter and some prettynon-explicit smut. Thank you so much to all my readers for helping me get thisstory as far as it has. Without all of you, I would’ve never written a second part so thank YOU!

Warnings: implied smut, mild swearing, implied alcohol use

Words: 1,468

This fic is part of a series. I would suggest reading parts 12, and 3, before this one, otherwise you’ll be really confused.

You were falling into a lovely routine, dinner with Dean every night, falling asleep in his arms.

“I want to know everything about you,” he’d say, and you reached a new level of intimacy with him. He’d intertwine his fingers with yours and you’d stare into his eyes and it was like you just knew.

This time, things were different.

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