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Special Instructions (4/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: E (fuck it, I’m upping the rating bc I know this will turn into filthy smut by the end)
Word Count: ~3000
Chapters: One Two Three

well this was a bitch to rewrite since the original chapter got accidentally deleted. sorry for the wait, babes. have some UST. 🍕😏

reader requested tag: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones @like-waves-on-the-beach @emmaswanchoosesyou


Special instructions: spook me!

It had been nearly a month since Emma had gotten stupid drunk at home and thrown herself at the very attractive pizza guy whose name she now knew was Killian Jones.

Jones, as in, “Jones Bros. Pizza.” Literally his last name, and apparently a poorly executed cartoon caricature of his fucking face, was on the logo on every pizza box she’d gotten from them and she’d had no idea. She hadn’t really given a flying fuck to the name of the place before; she just knew that they had a website, online ordering, quick delivery since they were located only a few blocks north of her apartment, and actually great tasting pizza that wasn’t hit-or-miss like the big chains.

With that revelation came another: Killian was not a delivery boy.

Well, he wasn’t supposed to be one. He was co-owner of the place, along with his older brother, and only went out on deliveries if he was filling in for a sick employee, or if he needed a break from the atmosphere (read: his overbearing brother), or, as it turned out, if her name came up on the order list. (He’d been sick the night that his sister-in-law had delivered to her sober self; go figure.)

It had been a pretty damned good feeling to know she got special treatment. After their first encounter, he’d been “captivated” and felt “compelled to see her again” (his words) – yeah; sweatpants, HANGRY, hot mess Emma in all her broken-hearted glory. She sent him a middle finger emoji as a reply to that particular text message, assuming that he was being a sarcastic ass but somehow knowing that beneath it all he was probably sincere.

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Around the Fire

A super-late entry for Day 08 of Phanniemay, “Vacation.” 

“Halle Berry or J.Lo?”

Two voices, in unison. “Halle Berry.”

“Kristen Stewart or Emma Watson?”

“Emma Watson.”

“Scarlet Johansson or Gina Torres?”

“Gina Torres.”

“Morena Baccarin or Natalie Portman?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Geez, Tuck, running through the entire Firely cast?”

“Inara.” Danny and Danielle said. 

Tuck held up his hands in a ‘there you see?’ gesture. 

“I’ve got one.” All eyes went to Valerie, still tending their makeshift grill over the campfire. Looking up with a dangerous, knowing half-smile, she worded out slowly, “Paulina or Star?”

“Paulina,” Danielle replied without hesitation.

Stiff-shouldered and tensely still, Danny glanced warily at Sam. 

“It’s fine, Danny,” she assured him, lips quirked. 

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Crash into Me (Ch.6)

(Juice x OC Janna)

Special thanks to my girls @juiceboxxortiz & @chaosmieu for the incredible support on this!!

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

The next weeks they would get up and go to work where Janna continued to work well with everyone. Juice kept up with Gemma’s paperwork and Janna would work on Juice’s bike. At the end of each day Janna and Juice would go home and where they would continue to fall harder and harder for one another each day.

Everyone began to notice the two growing closer and closer. “Hey man” Jax came into the shop. “So you and Janna?”

Juice chuckled at his friends utter lack of tact. “Yeah me and Janna.” He smiled.

“So things are going good?”

“I guess man. We haven’t really talked about it.”

“Bro it’s been what? Almost 2 months now?”

“Yeah.. don’t say nothin but my foots fine, been fine for 2 weeks. I just…”

“You don’t want her to go.” Jax finished for him. Juice nodded Jax wanted to help ‘Shit what would Chibs say?’ Their Scottish brother with all the answers was gone on a run to meet with the Irish and Jax was lost… or was he. “Hold up.” And he ran out of the office. Returning a few moments later with the only other man that had any advice worth listening to.

“What the shit boy?” Bobby grumbled.

“Tell him.” Jax said to a very thrown off Juice. “Go ahead.” He prompted.

Jax gave up and filled Bobby in on what was happening. Bobby siged and looked over at their youngest member. “You gotta tell her Juice. And I don’t just mean that you want her to stay. You gotta give it all to her. How you feel that you want her to stay. And not just that.”

“What do you mean?” He had a feeling he knew but he needed to hear it.

“The club boy. You’ve gotta give it to her straight. You can’t promise sunshine and rainbows but you can promise honesty. This life.. it’s all or it’s nothing.”

Juice shook his head knowing full well that Bobby was right. Hell, Bobby was always right.

Janna had just finished stripping Juice’s bike for paint when she felt a presence behind her. Turing around she saw a man with tattoos from the top of his head all the way to his knuckles. “May I help you?”

“You Janna?” At her nod he flipped the tooth pick in his mouth and stepped forward. “Happy” He introduced himself.

“Oh my God! Hi! Yes! Perfect timing I just finished stripping the bike. Did you need a picture? I found some at the house.” Janna rambled on in a flurry sending the Tacoma killers eyebrows to what would’ve been a hair line if he had hair.

Tig was leaned against his bike giggling like an idiot when Bobby and Jax stepped out of the office where they had left Juice with some serious thinking to do. “Do we even wanna know?” Bobby asked knowing a happy Tig usually mean something unpleasant was happening. Tig just kept laughing and pointed.

Following his finger Jax and Bobby saw that in this case at least, his laughter was brought on by just one person’s misfortune. That person was Happy. “Oh man this is too good.”

They watched on betting how long it would take for Happy’s resolve to break and him to snap at the adorable bubble that was a bouncing Janna chatting his head off.

After thirty minutes of still nothing the guys figured Happy was just tougher than he looked in the patience department and gave up all hope of Janna’s bubble being popped when  they saw Happy nod and Janna squeal with delight giving him a peck on the cheek and skipping off in search of Juice.

“What the hell?” Tig looked to Bobby Jax and the prospect who had walked up.

“Maybe he likes her?” Half-Sack butted in.

“Shut up prospect. Don’t you have shit to clean up?” Tig grumbled.

That night Janna woke up to cold sheets. Sitting up she saw Juice’s crutches still by the bed. She decided to investigate and made her way down the hall where she heard humming. Peeking around the corner she saw Juice walking not limping but walking just fine around the kitchen humming along as he made himself a midnight snack. Slipping away she went quietly back to bed a small smile playing at her lips as she thought of only one reason he’d still be faking injuries.

The next morning Juice came hopping down the hall to the kitchen for breakfast. Janna rolled her eyes at his over exaggeration. “If you’re hungry there’s an omelette on the stove.” She smiled at him.

“Uuhh thanks.” He said using the crutches still Janna laughed watching him try to carry his plate and maintain his “limp”. “What’s so funny?”

“You.” She stated “try just walking.”

“I can’t” He shot back.

“Oh we’re still playing this game. I see.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm? Nothing babe.” Janna faked innocence.

Juice sighed dropping his chin to his chest and dropping the crutches and walking over to her. “Oh my God Babe!!! It’s a miracle you can walk!!!”

“Ok ok how long have you known?” He gave in.

“I suspected it for a while if mean the actual bruise has nearly faded and there is no way that you still need the crutches when you’ve been getting up on your own. But I went with it not completely sure. However you ruined it for yourself lastnight.” Juice raised his eyebrows smirking at her break down. “Last night I woke suddenly, and so so cold.” She said sadly for dramatic effect. “Reaching out for my lover slash personal space heater I quickly realized I was alone.” Janna faked wiping away a worried tear. Juice just chuckled. “Suddenly I heard a strange noise from the kitchen. Thinking the worst I bravely made my way down the hall. Expecting the blood of my Puerto Rican boy toy strewn all over the kitchen I braced myself to face a malicious intruder. Only instead I found my bronzed bone machine dancing around the kitchen humming, fixing himself a midnight snack.”

Juice was nearly in tears trying to keep from laughing at her outrageous names for him. “You know what the worst part is?”

“What’s that babe?” He couldn’t wait to hear this.

“You don’t even make me a snack while you were in here.” She faked hurt.

“Oh baby I am so sorry. Please tell me how I could ever make it up to you??” He played along.

“Well.. now that you mention it there is one thing but I don’t think you’d be up for it.”

“No babe tell me. Anything you want name it and I’ll make it happen.”


“Anything.” He promised. That was a mistake because a slow smirk started to spread over Janna’s face.

“Well I have always had a fantasy about being a rich lady with a hot pool boy named Miguel.”

“Looks like I’m gonna have to get us a pool the huh?” He smiled finishing his omelette.

Pulling into work without the crutches and Juice driving the truck. Everyone cheered their friend. “Well looks like you’re back on your feet.” Gemma smiled giving Juice a hug. Completely ignoring Janna in the process. “Does this mean you’re back to work too?”

“Yep I’m good to go.”

“Actually Ma we need Juice. You good to ride man?” Jax cut in.

“Yeah but I don’t have my bike fixed yet.”

“Actually…” Janna said with a smirk, and took off running to the garage.

“You didn’t?” Juice followed her into the garage over to the table. Pulling back the tarp Janna revealed Juice’s fully restored bike. “You did!! Holy shit babe this is amazing!”

As the guys helped get the bike down Gemma watched the group suspiciously. “This looks great. But I need Juice, we have a legitimate business we gotta keep up with here.”

“Ow bout Janna keep fillin in? She’s been doing great so far.” Chibs cut in.

“I really don’t mind Gemma. I’ve…”

“I don’t know.” Gemma cut her off “I haven’t been here and how do I know shes actually any good and not just some hot piece for you all to stare at?”

Janna clenched her fists and took a deep breath.   “Ma she’s really is good it’ll be fine.” Jax assured her. “Juice you’re with Chibs. Ope, you’re with me.“  With that the guys made their way to their bikes. Spotting Tig Jax motioned him closer. “Hey do me a favor?”

“Sure man” Tig said wiping his mouth of the candy bar he’d been snacking on.

“Keep an eye on those two.” He indicated to Janna and Gemma.

“No problem.” He assured him.

A few hours and three cars later Janna was underneath an old Carola working the rusty oil plug loose when Gemma came in the garage. “Tiggy I need you to check the breaks on the Buick. I don’t think it was done right they’re still squealing.”

“No no Janna just did that one.” He complained having done this same thing to the Accord Janna had done earlier and finding nothing wrong.

“That’s why I want you to look at it she probably didn’t do it right.”

“FUCK!!” Tig and Gemma turned to see Janna rolling out from under the Carola, blood pouring from over her eye.

Gemma just looked to Tig with raised eyebrows as if to say ‘See? Incompetent’. 

“Ya know? What is your problem?” Janna asked ignoring the blood dripping down from her eye to her neck and down her chest.

“My problem DARLIN” Gemma said sarcastically. “Is little tarts coming in on my boys and using them.”

“USING HIM?!?” Janna yelled

“Yeah USING him. You come in here from off the streets, spread your legs and now your living with him??”

“I didn’t ask to live with him. I caused the accident so I decided to be a decent human being and help him in any way I could.”

“Well he’s all better now?? You can go.” Gemma crossed her arms over her chest.

“That’s not your decision to make. That’s Juice’s and mine and so far he hasn’t asked me to leave…”

“Well that’s because he’s blinded by easy pussy” Gemma cut her off. “He can’t see you for what you really are..”

“Oh and I suppose you think you do?” Janna cut her back off “Let me guess you think I’m just some stupid whore using Juice for what money??” At Gemmas nod of ‘you said it not me’ Janna growled. “You know what you need to pull your tit out of his mouth and let him be the grown ass man that he is and make his own fucking decision.”

Gemma saw red and grabbed a wrench off the table taking a step towards Janna.

“WHOA WHOA WHOA” Tig grabbed Gemma around the waist pulling her back.

“Let her go!” Janna demanded picking up her own wrench. “I ain’t scared of shit. You wanna do this like some back ally street brawl?? Let’s go bitch!!”

“What the hell is this?” Jax came running up with Opie on his heels.

“Jesus” Opie said pulling the wrench out of Janna’s hand and looking at her eye.

“Shit!” Jax said seeing the blood “Ma you didnt..”

Gemma’s eyes went wide at the accusation and she thew her wrench down storming off to the office slamming the door in her wake.

Just then Juice and Chibs pulled up and Janna groaned. Walking in Juice immediately ran to Janna. “Jesus Christ baby what happend?”

“Gemma hit her in the head with a wrench.” Jax supplied.

“No no no” Tig stopped them “Gemma never hit her.”

“He’s right” Janna backed him up. “I did this on my own.” At their confused looks she explained. “Gemma came out while I was under the car and said somethings and … I don’t know.. I got frustrated and yanked on the socket wrench. It slipped.” She ended sheepishly.

“You hit your own face with a socket wrench?” Juice asked her a smirk playing on her lips.

“Keep up the jokes and we’ll see who’s laughing in the end..” She smirked back and leaned in “Miguel.”

The guys were instantly uncomfortable with their flirtatious attitude in the wake of screaming and blood.

“Come on love.” Chibs jumped in. “Let’s patch you up.”

Once Chibs had Janna patched up Juice insisted on driving Janna home on his bike. “But my truck?” She was nervous about riding the bike.

“We’ll get it tonight.” At her quizzical look he siged. “SAMCRO party tonight. You’re prolly gonna have to drive me home anyway.” He smiled holing up the helmet to her. Janna relented and took the helmet.

“Oh my God that wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought.” She giggled as the pulled up. Juice couldn’t help but join in the infectious smiling.

Watching her smiling in the sunshine shaking her hair out huge grin decorating her face. Juice once again found himself thinking she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever had the privilege of seeing.

“Come here.” He said pulling her in for a heated kiss. At Janna’s moan Juice squeezed her a bit tighter to himself, and let his hands roam.

At the clearing of a throat they jumped apart. “Sorry Mr and Mrs Martin.” Janna giggled as Juice pulled her away from the prying eyes of the elderly couple across the street.

Pulling her into the house Juice backed her up against the door. Feeling his lips trail down her neck and his large warm hands spread over her stomach under her shirt Janna was lost in the feel of him. Suddenly like a freight train rushing through her mind a mocking voice brought her back to reality. ‘He’s blinded by easy pussy’ Gemma’s voice mocked. Echoing through her memory.

Janna froze. “Babe you ok?” Juice asked sensing her tension.

“Hmm yeah.” She assured him giving a small peck of a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Are you hungry?” She attempted distraction moving around him and into the kitchen. “We should probably eat and then get ready if we’re going tonight.”

Juice followed her curiously “What’s wrong Janna?”

“Nothing.” She sapped

“Bullshit” He called her out.

“What does it matter?” She huffed “I’m leaving anyway.”

“What?!” He was starting to get pissed. “Why the hell would you leave.”

“Look it’s been fun Juice but we knew this was temporary. I help you get better and then … ”

“And then what Janna? You just gonna leave? Seriously?” They stared at eachother unsure of what to say. “I want you to stay.”

“You don’t know what you want Juice.” She wanted to cry. “You’re just blinded by easy pussy.” Janna mumbled ashamed of what she felt was the truth.

“That’s not you…” he started but Janna cut him off.

“How would you know? Huh? We barely know each other it’s been what? A.. a… a month?”

“Two months.” He corrected. “It’s been two months of you and me 24 fucking 7. And you don’t live with and work with and spend every God damn second of every God damn day  with someone and not get to know them enough to know when their words aren’t their own. If any thing you sound like Ge….” he stopped she sounded like Gemma. “What was it you and Gemma were fighting about.”

“Forget it Juice.” She brushed him off.


Tears were slowly starting to fall down her cheeks. But he couldn’t stop the fear of her leaving him manifesting its self into anger. “I HAVE BEEN FAKING BEING MORE HURT THAN I AM FOR THE PAST 3 WEEKS BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT YOU GONE! JESUS CHRIST JANNA I LOVE YOU!”

Janna froze looking into his eyes. ‘Shit!’ He mentally kicked himself. This was not how this was supposed to happen. He ran a frustrated hand down his face and stormed up to her. Grabbing her face he planted a hard kiss to her mouth. ‘Just one more for the road.’ He thought looking into those mesmerizing eyes trying to remember them as best he could before he never saw them again.

Janna looked into his deep dark eyes full of hurt as his jaw ticked wishing it had words to make her stay while his thumbs brushed away tears from her eyes. Then he was gone.

The next thing she realized was the sound of his bike leaving down the road.

anonymous asked:

I love love loved your prom head canons, thank you so much for that treasure. I completely understand if you don't want to but would you ever write something more drawn out to go along with it? Again, I completely understand if you don't want to.

hello beautiful friend! I’m sorry this took so long, life has been a little crazy *hug* I’m always willing to do writing prompts!


“He’s late” Bruce Wayne observed coolly. “No” Tim Drake said with a smile “He’s just not early”. Father and son stood in Wayne Manor’s grand front steps. Tim was in a white tux which fit him like a glove, his fingers drumming lightly on a small plastic box that held his date’s boutonnière. One of the manor’s front doors cracked open and Alfred slipped out behind them holding a camera, “Sirs a red pick up truck with Kansas number plates just entered the front gates” Tim’s face broke into a wide smile. A few minutes latter the elderly rust colored truck came chugging up the gravel drive and came to a jerky stop in front of the little party on the steps. Connor Kent hopped out of the driver’s seat in a black rented tux a small box in his hands a smile breaking his face as he saw Tim. He bounded up the steps and planted a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. “You’re driving the truck there ok? I’m not that good of a driver and city driving scares me” 

“Ok babe” Tim said. Bruce coughed and stuck out his hand for Connor to shake. “So how did you get the truck half way across the country?” Connor looked embarrassed “oh um well sir I may have uh carried it?” Bruce’s eyes narrowed dangerously “You flew a truck to Gotham? you understand what would happen if you’d been tracked by radar. You’ve place your secret identity, and Tim’s not mention my own-”

“Master Bruce. Might I suggest this is not the time for such conversations? The young gentlemen have a right of passage to get through.” Alfred’s tone was neutral but the effect on Bruce was clear he straighten up “quite right” He patted Connor on the shoulder and stepped off the steps onto the drive with Alfred. Connor and Tim opened up their matching florist boxes and pulled out their boutonnière. Two green carnations with baby’s breath. As they pinned them onto each other Alfred snapped pictures, pictures of their fumbling, one with Tim’s head thrown back in laugher because Connor bent the pin by stabbing his finger tip, one of them kissing, and finally one side by side arms around each other smiling. 

“I wish Dick, and even Jason were here” Tim said as Bruce clapped him on the shoulder, something just for a second danced in his father’s eyes “I’m sure they’re thinking of you Tim, now drive safe, that rust bucket is as old as Clark” Tim nodded and hugged Bruce before bounding for the driver’s seat. 

The valet looked horrified at the truck as they pulled up in a line of high end sports cars. He took the keys with a look of disgust. Tim and Connor laughed as they walked up the red carpet to the front doors of the nigh club Tim’s school had rented for the night. Through the glass doors into the strong AC into a line of couples being checked in. It wasn’t till they were nearly at the front of the line that they recognized the clear strong voice calling out names. Dick Grayson looked up from the list he was checking behind the table. “Ah, Mr. Timothy Drake-Wayne being escorted by Mr. Connor Kent” 

“Dick? what are you doing here!” 

“Well Redbrook sent out a message to alumni asking for people to help out and I was only too happy to help my old school on this special night” The smile on his face was all mischief “any ways, you boys are all set you can go in, after I’m done I’ll be in to help enforce the rules against dirty dancing an underaged drinking” he winked and Tim half dragged Connor through the doors blushing madly. 

“oh my god this is so embarrassing” Tim breathed “Having my brother here to babysit me, oh god this is SO bad!” 

“I know just the worst” said a voice from behind his, and Jason Todd’s head landed on his shoulder grinning at him. “JASON!? what are you doing here!” 

“I get the alumni news letter”

“you’re legally dead”

“they’re very good, or very bad at their jobs, besides I missed my prom, wanted to see what the fuss was about baby bird.” He grinned again and looped his arm around Tim’s neck pulling him close to kiss him in the cheek and then did the same to Connor “Have fun guys if you need me to distract Officer Killjoy Grayson just let me know” he pulled a condom from his suit jacket and tucked it into Tim’s jacket “and be safe” with that he was gone and Tim put his face in his hands and groaned as Connor broke out laughing. 

Soulless Mate

Summary: Sam and the reader were a happy couple until Sam lost his soul. Now the reader can’t stand to be around him, which Soulless!Sam doesn’t seem to mind until he starts having these ‘feelings’ that go beyond attraction. 

Word Count: 2,427

Warnings: Alcohol, attempted sexual assault, violence, blood mention 

Author’s note: Just an idea I’ve had rolling around in my head for a little while now. And since I have quite a bit of story telling to do, there will be several parts to this fic :)

Your relationship with Sam was one you had been dreaming of. It was filled with sweet kisses, warm hugs, hearty laughter, and sacred promises. He called you his other half and you couldn’t have agreed more. Your love was electrifying, to say the least. It left you tingling from head to toe. This was the guy you were sure to marry. When your one year anniversary started to near, Sam got you excited by telling you he had something special planned for you that day. He wanted to make it one of the best days of your life. That was all before he chose to accept himself as Lucifer’s vessel and sacrificed himself for the good of mankind. But when he jumped into the pit he took the promise of being together forever, in life or death, with him. 

And now you were sitting across from  this guy who looks exactly like Sam, sounds exactly like Sam, but is most definitely not Sam. Not your Sam. Not even close. This Sam has no soul. And with no soul, this Sam is unable to love. Unable to love you. You’re angry, furious even. Furious that Sam left you and His brother, leaving a shell of himself behind; hardened, and hollow on the inside.

“It’s not polite to stare, y'know.“ 

Sam’s voice brings you out of your thoughts and you realize you’ve been in a daze, probably drilling holes into this guy’s head.

You close the lore book you were supposed to be reading before you got lost in your racing thoughts. "Sorry.” You say, your tone not even close to being apologetic. You quickly get up from the table, not wanting to engage him any further, and walk out of the library.

I need a drink, you think as you enter your room. You grab your jacket, which was thrown haphazardly on the bed, and hightail it out of the Bobby’s house. You and the boys are staying with Bobby until you guys figure out the whole Sam situation. In the meanwhile, you and the boys are just house-sitting since Bobby is about two states over, working on a string of cases with an old hunting buddy. Dean says he should be back in a month or two.

You make the ten minute walk it takes to get to the nearest bar. The bartenders there already know you, seeing as you frequent the place every couple of days. You shake your head at yourself for adopting one of Dean’s bad habits.

“Hey, Y/N.” The redhead behind the bar greets you as you take a seat.

“Hey, Charlie. How are you?” You ask as you take off your jacket.

“Could be better. Some old guy just asked me to be his sugar baby.” You laugh as she makes a gagging noise.

“That’s absolutely terrible. I’m sorry.” You say, still giggling.

“Eh, I’ve gotten worse offers.” She shrugs. “So, how are you doing?”

“I’m gonna need your best bottle of whiskey.” You give her a knowing look.

“Oh, it’s that kind of night.” She turns around, grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels from the top shelf, one shot glass from the bottom, and pours you a shot.

She watches as you quickly down it and grimace as you slam the glass down on the counter. “Ugh. That never gets any easier.” You never liked whiskey but you knew it got the job done so you drank it anyway. “Another, please.”

“Well, since you asked so politely…” She teases as she pours you another glass. You take it, welcoming the burning sensation down your throat.

“Is it Sam?” She asks as she pours you a third shot.

You sigh at the sound of his name. “Yep. Still doesn’t have a soul.” Charlie was filled in on the whole monster thing when you and the boys saved her from a vengeful ghost a couple of months back. Now she’s become your best friend. You can talk to her about practically anything.

“Sorry to hear it.” She says as she watches you take your third shot of the night. You feel immediately feel tingles go down your spine and start to feel as light as air.

You shrug. “It’s okay, I guess. There’s not much anyone can really do about it.” You meet Charlie’s gaze and can see the empathy in them. That’s one of the things you love about Charlie. She never pitied you. She just understood. “Thanks, though.” You give her a sad smile and she returns the expression.

“So, another shot?” She smirks and doesn’t wait for you to answer to pour more of the brown liquid into your glass.

“You know me so well.” You say gratefully before you drink the alcohol. You close your eyes, sway a little, and smile as you open them.

Charlie chuckles at the goofy smile on your face. “How are ya feeling?”

“I feel absolutely divine.” You giggle to yourself.

Charlie nods. “Good to hear, babe.”

“I feel like, I feel…like I’m walking on air.” You sway from side to side, getting lost in the song that’s currently playing.

“That’s a good feeling.”

“It is…” You keep swaying, closing your eyes to feel the full effect of the alcohol.

“Shit,” You hear Charlie say under her breath and you open your eyes, wondering what’s going on.

“What’s wrong?” You tilt your head to the side like a child lost in thought.

Charlie gives you a tight lipped smile. “Nothing, sweetheart. I just remembered that I forgot to turn all of the lights off before I left.” Usually you’re able to tell when Charlie’s lying but in your state, you can’t tell much of anything.

What Charlie isn’t telling you is Sam is just entering the bar and he’s on his way over to you guys. At first, Charlie was going to tell you and help you steer him elsewhere but now she’s thinking that maybe what you need to do is talk to Sam, even if he’s without a soul and you’re practically drunk. What could go wrong, right? Besides, she’ll be right behind the bar, watching the entire thing go down.

You don’t notice when Sam takes a seat next to you. You’re too lost in your own little world. However, you do take notice when you hear his voice. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“One shot of whiskey, bartender.”

You sober up for a moment as you watch Charlie supply him with his shot. You keep your gaze on the shelves in front of you, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

“You know I’m right next to you, right?” You jump when Sam whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You still don’t face him.

“Aw, come on, you’re not going to talk to me?” His tone is condescending and you don’t appreciate it one bit.

You turn to him. “Fuck off.” You blurt out, your filter no longer in effect since the alcohol kicked in.

“Wow. Hostile, this one.” Sam says to Charlie, who looks a bit nervous at the moment.

You roll your eyes and return to staring at the stocked shelves.

“Okay. It’s obvious you don’t like me-

You cut him off. "Don’t you have something better to do? Like, fuck a girl or kill an innocent person maybe?”

Sam shrugs. “In a few minutes, maybe, but right now I’m talking to you.”

“Well, do me a favor and don’t.” You say quickly.

“Did we have a thing or something, ‘cause I’m kinda getting that vibe from you. I might not have a soul but i can pick up on certain things.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Why are you still talking? Leave me alone.”

“I’m intrigued by you.”

“That’s nice. Now go away.”

You hear Sam take a deep breath. “Nah, I’d rather stay here and bother you. It’s actually kind of fun. Your nose gets all scrunched up when you’re angry. It’s cute.”

You cheeks heat up at the last comment and you curse your body’s reaction to his words.

“I see that you’re blushing. I think we did have a thing. What happened, did I cheat on you or something?”

You grit your teeth and face him, even though it’s the last thing you want to do. All you want him to do is get off your back and if that means telling him about your relationship with him, then so be it.

“Yes, you and I were a thing, you ass. No, you didn’t cheat on me. We were together for a year and then you lost your soul. And now, I loathe you.” You put emphasis on the last part, making sure he gets the message because it seems like he’s not understanding you at all.

He pauses for a moment. “Y'know, loathe is a very strong word…”

You get out of your seat in a hurry. “I’m not doing this anymore. I’m gonna go and dance because I came here to have fun, not to talk to some soulless dick!” You walk away angrily, not caring what other people are thinking of you at the moment. When you get to the dance floor, you start to feel the effects of the alcohol again. You start to feel less angry and feel more loose. You smile at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to forget about Sam. When your favorite song comes on, you get excited and start to dance. You move your hips from side to side and thread your fingers through your hair. Your hands leave your hair and they trail down your body slowly and sensually, seemingly attracting some of the men around you but you don’t notice. You’re too lost in the music, too lost in your movement to notice anyone else. That is, until you feel a body move in behind you. You look over your shoulder and see a pretty decent looking guy moving in time with you. You mentally shrug and press your back against his chest, making it easier for you to dance together. You dance with him for about an hour and a half, taking a break in-between to take one or two shots, before you begin to feel tired and decide to go home. You begin to take the guy to the empty hallway that leads to the bathrooms so he can hear you better. As you walk over there  you see Sam with some blonde sitting on his lap. The image drives a nail through your heart and you take a deep breath, trying to regain focus so you can talk to this guy. You tell him you had a great time but that you should really be going now. You start to walk away from him when you feel a tight grip around your wrist and you’re yanked back into this stranger’s arms.

“C'mon baby, I thought we were having a good time.” He says as one of his hands travel down your backside and squeezes your ass. You try to push him away from you but it’s to no avail. You’re so drunk that you can’t keep his hands off you, much less push him away.

“Stop, get off of me!” You yell, hoping that someone will hear you but the music’s so loud you doubt anyone can. The aggressive stranger throws you up against the wall and begins to kiss your neck. “Please, I just want to go home. Just let me go home.” A couple of tears escape your eyes as you try to plead with the man. You try your hardest to fight him off, kicking and screaming. You’re about to give up when the man is suddenly yanked away from you and thrown on the floor. It’s hard for you to see well in the barely lit hallway but you see a very tall man, your savior, pick up your assailant and begins to punch him beyond recognition. After a few good hits, you hear a bone crushing crack and assume the guy’s nose has been broken. You wince at the sounds of the beating, and actually start feeling a bit scared of the man who has saved you. You’re thankful for the rescue but you’re afraid that he might actually kill the man. You think about intervening until you see him knee your attacker, head butt him, and then throw him back on the floor. It seems like he’s done until the tall man kicks your attacker one last time before he leaves him a bloody mess.

“You okay?"The tall man asks as he begins to approach you.

Wait, you know that voice. "Sam?”

“In the flesh.” He has some blood on his face and hands but it doesn’t seem like he cares. Again, he doesn’t have a soul. “Dean’s been up my ass. He won’t stop calling.” He reaches into his back pocket and checks his phone. He groans and grabs you by the arm, sending a small tingle down your spine, and leads you out of the bar.

No words are exchanged between the two of you until you’re about a minute away from Bobby’s.

“T-thanks.” You say quietly.

“For what? Kicking that guy’s ass over there?” He asks.

You nod. “I, uh, didn’t think you would have-”

“Helped you out after you went full bitch mode on me?”

“Yeah.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

“I might be soulless but I’m not a complete monster, Y/N. The guy got what was coming to him.”

You nod once again and don’t say another word until Dean opens the door.

“Whoa, what the hell happened?” Dean takes in Sam’s bloody face and fists.

“This guy tried to hurt me and Sam beat him up.” You explain.

“'Are you okay?” His emerald green eyes hold concern as he focuses on you and all you can do is nod.

“Just tired, I guess.”

“I bet.” He agrees as he looks you over, checking for injuries. You should get some sleep.“


Dean opens the door completely and motions for you to come inside. You walk into the house and head straight for one of the spare rooms that you have claimed as your own.

You slowly take off your clothes, your wavering balance and hazy vision making you aware of the fact that you are still drunk. You put on a white tee and shorts before you drag yourself into bed, suddenly feeling very sleepy once your head touches the pillow. It takes you less than two minutes for you to slip into unconsciousness.

Ok! I wrote this for sportsanimeislove for all the help she gave me on my themes. And cause she’s awesome. Don’t worry though my lovely followers, I am still working on my fics and my drabbles for you. I am just falling behind a bit. I WILL GET IT ALL DONE THOUGH NOT TOO WORRY!!

This was a drabble requested by the lovely person mentioned above and isn’t a one word drabble. It’s a special case and is VERY long. It was her idea and an awesome one at that. It has Akemi and Shou, two children I wrote about for Aokaga requests, all grown up, and of course our two favorite basketball nerds. I feel the story is pretty self explanatory once you read it but here is the gist of it: Shou is playing, he get’s hurt by an opponent on purpose. Aomine, Kagami, and Akemi take revenge for him in a game. Huzzah! And read!

(Oh! I also provided the links to the original stories with Akemi and Shou below. If you want to read them to know a bit more about them then please do!)

Akemi drabble

Shou drabble

Aomine and Kagami cheered once again as they watched their son make another basket. It was the semifinals for Shou’s team and they were fifteen points ahead. As Shou sprinted after his defender, Kagami watched as he casually reached out and stole the ball, dribbling it quickly between his legs and passing it off to a teammate. The redhead smiled as he watched his son. He had moments when he was so much like Aomine it still surprised him, his style of dribbling being one, plus his quickness. Of course as the ball was passed back to him at the free throw line, the amazing lane up dunk he did was all from Kagami. The redhead smiled even more.
“You look like an idiot Taiga.”
Kagami looked over at his husband, who was smiling plenty as well, “Yeah? You too Aho.”
He grinned as Aomine looked at him with surprise then a sly smile, “I guess we do, Bakagami.”
The redhead wanted to lean in a kiss his husband, and he actually started too, his body moving forward, Aomine’s blue eyes dipping down to his lips. Before they could meet though they both felt a hard smack to their heads. Aomine scowled and looked up first.
“Dammit Akemi!”
They both watched as their daughter plopped down in the spot next to Aomine, her blue eyes rolling a bit, “You both were going to be gross. I had to stop you for Shou’s sake.”
Kagami gave his own eye roll at the girl and leaned over to grab some of her popcorn, “How were your classes?”
The girl shrugged and tossed a piece of popcorn in the air, catching it with her mouth, “It was fine. Boring. School dad, it sucks no matter at what level.”
Aomine and Kagami nodded, understanding entirely as the three of them turned their eyes back to the game. They all watched as the opposite team dribbled slowly down the court, Shou standing in defense waiting for the point guard. Kagami couldn’t help but tense up at the game. Shou was playing for Seirin, as Akemi had before him, and they were facing Kirisaki Daiichi. Not only that, but the point guard, and Shou’s opponent, was Hanamiya Makoto’s son, and it looked as if he hadn’t fallen too far from the tree. He dribbled past Shou for a moment, but couldn’t get past. Just as Shou was about to reach for the ball, Hanamiya’s son grinned and switched directions quickly. He wasn’t without skill, but it didn’t effect Shou as he followed. Kagami reached down and gripped Aomine’s forearm as he saw the screen behind their son, who turned right into it. It wasn’t the screen being there, but the fact that the screener had stomped down on Shou’s left foot to keep him in place. The boy didn’t realize until he tried to turn and his foot didn’t move, causing his ankle to twist harshly, a loud cry coming from his mouth as he fell to the ground.
Aomine and Kagami were out of their seats running to the hallway before their son even hit the ground, leaving behind a confused daughter. Of course as soon as she saw her brother fall she was up as well, sprinting after her father’s. It took no time for the three of them to make their way down to the court, being stopped by security at the entrance. Kagami and Aomine were still very much in shape at their age, and still towered over the average Japanese man, so as the security guards tried to stop them, Akemi stepped forward.
“Yo, I would let them go through before you get trampled. We all know it’s gonna happen.”
At that, the security guards swallowed hard and froze letting the two men sprint past to their son. They didn’t care that it was the middle of the basketball game, or everyone was watching, all they saw was their son on the court grabbing his ankle with a painful expression on his face. They needed to help him.
As soon as Kagami went to step forward onto the court, a sharp smack came to the back of his head, pulling him out of his frantic thoughts.
“Kagami Taiga, you step one foot onto my game and I will personally beat you.”
The redhead looked down at the brunette standing before him, a glare on her face, “Ah Coach. Shou, he needs help..”
“Yes I realize that bakagami, and Hyuuga is out there right now as you can see. You two just wait here and we will bring him over. If you go out there now you’re going to ruin the game for everyone.”
Kagami made a sound of frustration in his throat as he looked at the serious expression on Riko’s face then back to his son, who was indeed being lifted up by his former captain, an arm around his shoulders as he hopped over on his good leg. The boy was applauded by the crowd, but neither Kagami nor Aomine cared. They rushed over as Shou was sat in a chair, his ankle already looking swollen.
“Shou! Are you ok? How does it feel? Do you need the hospital?”
Both Aomine and Kagami fired off questions to their youngest, the boy looking up at them with surprised red eyes, sweat dripping off of his forehead and neck. He panted a bit, trying to catch his breath.
“Pop, it isn’t going to help if you both are hovering in his space. Why don’t you back up a bit?”
Akemi pushed her way in between Aomine and her brother, trying to give him some room.
“Yo Riko, what’s up?”
Kagami watched as Riko scowled at their daughter, “Akemi, we’ve talked about this. It’s coach to you.”
“Ah right right. How’s your babe?”
As Riko facepalmed, Hyuuga lightly whacked Akemi on top of her red hair, “Akemi! Focus!”
The girl nodded as she rubbed her head, “Ah right right. Obviously not good I see. Back to Shou then.”
Both the Seirin coached let out a loud sigh and facepalmed themselves hard. Kagami watched as Shou smiled at his sister.
Aomine knelt down and started running his fingers over their sons’ leg, pushing and manevuouring the muscles gently until he got to the injured area, Shou hissing and pulling the limb back a bit.
“Ah sorry Shou, but I gotta see where it’s fucked up.”
They were all completely focused on watching that they didn’t hear the pair approach until the last second.
“It’s too bad about your boy. It was quite the accident and at such a bad moment too.”
Everyone but Akemi and Shou froze at the voice. Aomine stood up slowly, turning to face the person that stood behind Kagami now, his eyes blue with rage. Kagami didn’t move, his teeth gritting together as the man continued.
“Maybe if you had taught him to play a bit better, he could have avoided that screen just now.”
Now, Kagami turned, facing the dark haired man with the olive colored eyes. He could feel the hatred boiling up inside of him at the face of the man, the casual smirk he wore. He hadn’t changed one bit since high school.
The man just grinned more, “Kagami. Oh and of course you other half, Aomine. Such special children you have there. They don’t seem to have picked up on any of your talents though. Shame.”
Kagami couldn’t react fast enough to stop his husband, Aomine pushing forward and grabbing Hanamiya by the front of his shirt, gripping it tight and pulling him close.
“Your kid did that on fuckin purpose and you know it. I can’t hit a kid but I will fuckin beat you if you continue to talk shit.”
“Ah yes, of course. Do you have proof that he did though?”
Aomine simply let out a deep growl, gripping Hanamiya’s shirt harder. The lack of response made the other man smile even more.
“I see. It would seem you don’t. Don’t end up like Hyuuga and start blaming people for no reason.”
Kagami’s fist clenched at his sides, the urge to punch Hanamiya was overwhelming, but before he could say anything, a smaller figure pushed past him.
“That’s such bullshit and you know it. You and your fuckin son know it.”
Hanamiya looked down at Akemi with angry eyes, his son doing the same next to him, “You don’t really have very good manners little girl.”
Before Akemi could open her mouth Kagami stepped in front of her and leaned into the shorter man, his eyes red with rage, “Watch what you say Hanamiya. This isn’t high school for us. There isn’t anything stopping us from making you the one that can’t walk.”
To Kagami’s surprise, Hanamiya’s son let out an annoyed sound, “This is boring. Either do it or stop talking.”
Aomine let out a soft angry chuckle, “I’m gonna kill them both I swear it.”
“A game.”
All of them paused and looked back at Shou, who now had ice on his ankle and was sitting calmly.
“What?” Aomine looked at his son incredulously.
Shou shrugged, “Play a game instead. I don’t really want you both fighting and you obviously feel the need to defend me or something. A game is the best option.”
They thought about it for a while, the idea having very good reasoning, although that didn’t surprise Kagami or Aomine much. Shou had always been extremely smart and reasonable, something he got from somewhere they had no idea.
Hanamiya shook himself out of Aomine’s hold, “Fine. A game. Two on two then?”
Akemi pipped up again, her face annoyed, “Um excuse you oil spill…that would be three on three. Find another person.”
Hanamiya glared once again at the girl and her nickname for him, “Three on three then. Don’t be so careless in the game like your brother little girl.”
And with that, and a quick sneer from Hanamiya’s son, they both went back to the other bench, the game resuming finally. Akemi flipped her hair over her shoulders as she turned to her brothers.
“What a pair of dicks.”
Aomine and Kagami nodded as they turned to Shou, not noticing that once again Riko and Hyuuga had their head’s in their hands.

As soon as they had gotten home from the doctors and gotten Shou cleaned and in bed, Akemi headed to her room with her computer. Aomine and Kagami headed for their own room, silently taking their clothes off as they got ready for bed. They were both angry still, the need to protect their son burning in their guts. It turned out Shou’s ankle had a minor twist and with some rest and icing, he would be just fine, but that didn’t soothe the two’s anger at all.
Aomine pulled his jeans off and threw them in the hamper with force, “That fuckin guy. Him and his son. I should’ve beat his ass right there for what they did.”
Kagami couldn’t argue with his husband, his own clothes coming off with much more force than necessary.
“Tomorrow. We will pay them back tomorrow Aomine. That’s what Shou wants.”
The blue haired man growled and flopped on the bed, “I guess. Fuckin dicks though.”
Kagami flipped the light off and crawled in next to his husband, pressing their bodies together as he rest an arm over Aomine’s back.
“Yeah. Quite a family they have.”
Aomine huffed in agreement, the two of them closing their eyes and settling in together, their breathing steady. Kagami was nearly asleep when he heard Aomine mumble.
“Hey Taiga?”
“I watched your game against Hanamiya in our first year.”
Kagami rolled onto his side, facing his husband, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You hadn’t beat me yet at that point, and we weren’t friends.”
The redhead nodded, remembering, “Yeah I know.”
There was a long pause before he heard Aomine continue, “I hated it though.”
“Huh? You hated watching me? Rude baka.”
Aomine pushed at his husband’s side playfully, then rolled on his side to face him as well, “No dummy. I hated how he played against you. Well, not just you but Seirin as well, but…I don’t know. I just really didn’t like it.”
Kagami grinned and pressed his forehead to his husband’s, his breath fanning his face as he spoke, “You saying you had a crush on me way back then?”
He could practically hear the eye roll from Aomine, “Pfft. Who’d like a dumbass basketball obsessed loser like you?”
“Um you did and still do baka.”
Aomine reached forward and wrapped his arms around the redhead, kissing him softly, “Yeah. I do. And did. I just didn’t want you to know.”
Laughing, Kagami cuddled further into the arms around him, his own resting on Aomine’s hips, “Thanks for telling me Daiki.”
Another long pause before Aomine spoke again, “We are gonna kick their asses tomorrow though right?”
“Fuck yes we are.”
They both laughed as they imagined the game the next day. Kagami was the first to lean in and press his lips to Aomine’s, kissing him softly, holding their lips together for a long moment before pulling back.
“I love you Daiki.”
Aomine let out a happy hum as he kissed the redhead back, getting lost in his husband’s lips for a while.
As he pulled back for air, he whispered softly, “I love you too Taiga.”
Both of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, their legs tangled together as they snored softly.

The next morning, all four of walked onto the nearest court, Aomine and Kagami helping Shou as he used his new crutches. Akemi was dribbling the ball as she walked, a sucker in her mouth. Her long red hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and she wore her old basketball jersey, her shorts coming from Shou as she hadn’t brought any. On her feet were blue and red basketball shoes, a pair that Aomine and Kagami had gotten her for her birthday. Aomine and Kagami were dressed similar as they started stretching out their arms.
“You guys can’t hit them.”
Looking over at Shou as he bit into one of his burgers, they all stared.
They boy looked up as he swallowed, “I’m serious. Don’t sink to their level. That wouldn’t be a very good revenge game for me and since I’m your audience, I get to make the rules.”
Aomine laughed and ruffled the boy’s blue hair, “Fine Shou. Whatever you say. Just eat your mountain of burgers and watch us whoop ass.”
The four of them grinned, only to pause as they heard feet approaching. It didn’t take long for Hanamiya to come into view, followed by his son and Kentaro, his only friend he had managed to keep throughout the years.
“Glad to see you all came.”
Kagami glared, “Of course we did.”
Hanamiya smiled, “Good. What do you want to play too?”
Aomine spinned the basketball on his finger, his face emotionless, “Doesn’t matter, you pick. You are gonna lose no matter how many points it is.”
Kentaro laughed as he put his bag down on the side, “Big talk for a guy who hasn’t played in years.”
“Who are you again? Sorry I forgot your name.” Aomine stared at the other man.
Kentaro seethed as he walked towards Aomine, his fists clenched, “Let me remind you.”
Just as Aomine was going to walk forward to meet him, he felt a wrapper hit him in the side of the head. He looked to his left at his son.
“Dad. What did we say?”
Aomine growled at looked back at the other man, “Whatever. Let’s play.”
Hanamiya grinned and walked onto the court next to Kagami, “First to 40 then?”
“Fine,” the redhead rolled his shoulders.
Akemi walked onto the court, quiet this entire time as she watched. She didn’t mask her annoyance as a voice came right next to her.
“Don’t get hurt ok babe?”
She looked over at the boy, an exact mini replica of his father, a nasty sneer on his lips, “Excuse me?”
The boy cocked an eyebrow, “You heard me. Maybe after I win I’ll take you out on a date.”
Akemi nearly gagged as she looked at him, her voice hard, “Keep dreaming dickface. You’ll be kissing my shoes before this is over.”
“Bring it on babe.”
Shou blew a whistle and the game started, Aomine throwing in the ball to his daughter, the girl catching it and dribbling with her right hand. She looked at the boy before her as she relaxed her stance, her energy focused on the tips of her fingers.
“Let me show you something babe.”
And with that she danced, guiding the ball around her legs and in between her opponents. She twisted and twirled around him, never losing the ball. She rushed forward, easily passing the other two. Jumping over the line, she casually tossed the ball over her shoulder, grinning as she imagined it going up over the back of the board and landing threw the net. As she heard the ball drop she turned and looked over her shoulder, her blue eyes full of quiet rage as she looked at Hanamiya’s son, a surprised look on his face.
“Try not to drool on my shoes when you’re down there.”
With that the game kicked off hard, no one holding back, Aomine and Kagami holding back to let their daughter control the ball. Until of course they saw Hanamiya’s son reach in and grab her shirt, making her scowl and trip slightly. Both of them gave each other a wordless look, communicating perfectly. The next time it was their ball, Aomine held his hands out.
“Akemi, pass.”
With a flick of her wrist, Akemi tossed the ball to her dad and ran off, watching out of the corner of her eye as he posted up in front of Kentaro. She grinned. She loved watching her fathers play and this was going to be so fucking good.
Aomine didn’t wait for his opponent as he shot forward then back, dribbling the ball around himself, moving faster than Kentaro could see. As he shot past the man, he saw Hanamiya rush in front of him. Aomine didn’t miss a beat as he passed the ball backwards to Hanamiya’s surprise. He grinned as he looked over his shoulder at his husband, who was now flying through the air with the ball, his face serious. As the ball came down hard in the net, Kagami gripping the rim, Aomine felt his heart beat pick up quickly. He had been so focused on getting revenge for Shou, he had missed the fact that he would be playing with Kagami once again. As they ran back to the end of the court, he nudged his husband with his shoulder, happy to see the smile the redhead gave back to him. It seemed he wasn’t the only one with that thought.
It was nearly an hour later when it was the final point. Shou watched as his family moved down the court, his sister with the ball again. If they landed this they won. He was internally screaming with happiness and pride, his family doing this for him meant so much. He had reluctantly taken up basketball to make his sister happy, but as he watched them all pass the ball and circle the opponents, he wished his ankle was better so he could join them. He grinned as he watched Akemi pass to Taiga, his dad easily passing Kentaro and jumping for the dunk. Hanamiya was there to stop him, jumping as well, but it didn’t stop the redhead as he tossed the ball behind his opponent’s back into the awaiting hands of his husband. With that, the ball was dunked forcefully through the hoop, the pair landing together, Hanamiya having fallen to the ground at such force. As Shou watched the two of them stand together, side by side, he couldn’t help but shake his head. They must have been a force of nature when they were younger, the pair of them together. He wished he could’ve seen it, and going by his sister’s face, she was thinking the same. As they turned to walk back towards him, their faces relaxed and smiling as they spoke to one another, Shou took in a deep breath. He loved his fathers so much. He truly wished he could find someone for himself as they had in each other.
As he thought, Akemi came up and kicked his good leg before sitting next to him, leaning into her brother, “You thinking something sappy again Shou?”
The boy shrugged, “Yeah.”
They both looked at their dads, the two now arguing over something probably ridiculous. Even as they argued they still looked at each other lovingly. Shou and Akemi grinned at the sight, something they had seen many times before.
“It would be nice.”
Akemi nodded, not needing her brother to explain, “Yeah it would. Although I think they are two of a kind.”
As Kagami and Aomine grabbed the basketball, facing each other on the now empty court, fire in their eyes, their kids laughed a bit.
“Yeah. Definitely in a class all on their own.”

All That I’m Asking For

Warning: NSFW

Part 7: Second First Date

“You gotta go home J.” Quinn said with a matter of fact tone from the other side of  her living room.

They had a very eventful Saturday together after surviving all the drama on his cell phone and confessing that they were in love with each other; but it was getting late and she had to send the kid packing.

Tonight was date night.

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