I wonder if he knew that women yearned for him. I’m betting he did. Nobody would do the kind of photos he posed for and not know that women all over the world (or at least where they were showing Danger Man) were breathing a little harder when they looked at those. And even before Danger Man… heck, those Rank photos to promote him were super hot photos. Give me a break. He HAD to know that the ladies were swooning all over the place. We STILL swoon.
I’ll bet he had mixed feelings about that. Any red-blooded normal male would have to be a little pleased at being admired so intensely, but he would have also been a bit appalled seeing as he had such strong feelings about family and fidelity. Possibly his repulsion against that might have been made stronger as it could have caused him a bit of temptation from time to time. I mean, let’s be realistic, even the most faithful of us DO notice other people (aren’t we noticing PMG?) Personally, I love my husband and, although I know couples who joke and say that some celebrity or other are each other’s “free square,” I don’t really need or want a “free square.” Even if PMG were alive and willingly available, I wouldn’t want a “free square.” It’s never what it seems. There was a time when Mel Gibson would have been my “free square.” After what I heard him saying to his ex-girlfriend on the phone, he repulses me now. And there was a time when Harrison Ford would have been my “free square.” After he left his wife for Calista Flockhart, he lost my respect. So, a long time ago, I realized, I don’t really want a “free square.” My husband knew he didn’t want one long before I did. It’s meaningless. But, yes, I have a certain yearning for PMG. I yearn to touch his face. If I did have my way with him LOL, I would touch his face. Every inch of his face. And maybe even more, but nothing else, just touch,
Still, it’s just as well that I’ll never see him in person. I like sinking into the unreality of it all. I LIKE believing in John Drake, Number 6, David Jones, any of those characters. I LIKE believing that, of course, the mythical Patrick McGoohan — some sort of fable person — never smelled like smoke when he smoked cigarettes. Was never angry about anything out of line. Never got drunk from all those drinks he drank ;-) (and Drake was constantly drinking!) I just like to sit back and make up this imaginary person. I want to fill in all the blanks with perfections or with flaws that are sorta perfect flaws. His shirts always felt starched but never scratchy. He smelled faintly of cologne but something better. His skin was smooth but still had that roughness of a man’s chin. His nails were never dirty, always manicured, but he never had to bother with that stuff because they were just that way naturally.
And 6, well, in Many Happy Returns, when he’s all waterlogged and has been wearing the same torn up sweater for however many weeks and staggered through sand and field and over highway, he still smelled great when he got to his old place and sat on the couch next to that nasty woman who betrayed him (which I would have never done ;-) )
This is getting too long and ridiculous… but I like my ridiculousness.
Pairing : Dean x Reader, can also be read as Dean x Reader x Benny.
Word count : 564
Written for : @spnfluffbingo2019
Square : Free square
Warnings : Drunken tomfoolery. Officer!Dean, Officer!Benny. bad flirting.
Prompt : "He's a cop. Do you know how many times I've said fuck the police? This is my chance, I'm taking it."
A/N : 10000% also written for/with @iflostreturntosteverogers in mind. This is how I picture Carrie around uniformed officers after drinking a few. rofl.
SPN Fluff Bingo 2019 Masterlist.
You were laughing when you walked out of the bar with your friends. Some drinking, some dancing, a touch of greasy bar food, and good friends were exactly what you needed at the end of a stressful week. You looked up, and that's when you saw him. Tall, handsome, and uniformed. “Fuck, me.” you whispered softly.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He stood next to a bright red car, the guy he spoke to could barely stand, he was so hammered, and then another officer strolled over from the cruiser. “Called you a cab, buddy. Be here any minute.”
“Next time I catch you so much as unlocking your door after the bar, I’m taking your ass in. No more warnings.” handsome threatened. “Clear?”
“Crystal.” the guy gestured ok, clicked his tongue and winked, making the officer all but roll his eyes.
“Y/N?” your friend called out your name for the third time, and it finally got your attention.
“Huh?” you spun around.
“What are you doing?” she laughed.
“He’s a cop.” you glanced back over at him as he motioned with his chin to an approaching cab.
“And?” she gave you a confused look, wondering what you were getting at.
“Do you know how many times I’ve said fuck the police? This is my chance. I’m taking it.”
“Oh dear god, no. Please don’t.” she begged, but you just grinned and turned back towards the officer as he helped the drunk guy into the cab without hitting his head. “Y/N!”
He shut the door and knocked on the roof, but when he turned to head back to his cruiser, his eyes scanned you as you walked towards him. “Officer.”
“Can I help you?” he asked, hands on his hips, ready to deal with another drunk fool if needed.
“Do you have cuffs on you?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because I’ve been a bad, bad girl.” You could hear your friend gagging behind you but you just stared at him, what you hoped was a cocky yet sexy grin on your face. It took a moment, but soon his lips curved up, more on one side than the other, and he chuckled.
“You have a bit too much to drink, sweetheart? How you getting home?”
“Hopefully riding with you. Or on you. Whatever.”
“I don’t know you!” your friend screamed from behind you making him chuckle again.
“Yeah, you had a bit too much to drink.”
“I’m drunk on you, handsome.” He laughed again, this time louder, his body shaking with it.
“Got to admit, that’s a new one.”
“Dean! We’re supposed to be on the job, brother. Not picking up chicks, no matter how hot they are.” his partner called from the cruiser.
“Not picking ‘em up. But not exactly stopping ‘em from picking me up.”
“Does that mean you’ll take me home? Make sure I get there safe.” you tilted your head a bit, bottom lip between your teeth.
“What about your friends?”
“Didn’t you hear, they don’t know me.” you shrugged. “I’m all alone.”
Smile on his lips again, he nodded. “Get in the back.”
“Yes, Sir.” you winked, skipping past him.
“Benny? We’re driving the little lady home.”
“Where do you live, ‘cher?”
“Where do you live, Benny?” you wiggled your eyebrows as Dean opened the back door.
“Tonight, we live with you, how about that.”
“Dream come true.”
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Warnings : Nothing really - Minor threats by an annoyed Dean. 90's pop hits. Soulmates linked by music. A second part to come.
Prompt from @sorenmarie87 : When a song gets stuck in your head, it's because your soulmate is singing it.
Click here to read Part 2 called A lot of fuckin’ whiskey.
“You marry him, your father will condone you
How 'bout that, now
You marry me, your father will disown you
He'll eat his hat, now
Marry him or marry me
I'm the one that loves you baby can't you see?
I ain't got no future or a family tree
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought to be-”
“Since when do you listen to Spin Doctors?”
Dean’s hands stopped drumming on the wheel as he turned to Sam in the passenger seat. “What?”
“Spin Doctors. That’s what you’re singing. Since when do you listen to them?”
“How do you know it’s Spin Doctors?”
Sam scoffed. “I lived through the 90’s too, Dean. I didn’t grow up under a damn rock, no matter how hard you tried.”
“So why is it weird that I know it?” Dean rolled his eyes and looked back at the road ahead of him.
“It’s weird that you’re singing it.. when Metallica is playing.” Sam watches as his brother glances down at the stereo and listens. “Yeah.”
“Shut up.” Dean grumbled as they drive past the sign welcoming them to town.
Dean walked out of the bathroom almost ready to go. He’d brushed his teeth and showered, then threw on his pants and shirt, which was still unbuttoned as he towel dried his short hair. Sam had a smirk on his face that Dean found unnerving. “What?”
“Here,” Sam got up from the bed he’d been sitting on as he put on his shoes. “let me help you with that.”
“Help me with what?” Dean watched in confusion as Sam started buttoning up his white dress shirt for him. About half way down, instead of continuing to button them, Sam grabbed then ends and tied them into a knot. “What the hell-”
“Just helping you look the part, Britney.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Dean slapped his brothers hands away while Sam laughed.
“What’s with the 90’s pop hits, lately?”
“I don’t know, just leave it alone.” Dean grumbled, as he tossed the towel he’d been using on his hair, and started on the remaining buttons.
“You know what I think it is?”
“Don’t.”
“I think you’ve got a-”
“If I had a damn soulmate, Sam, with the way we move around, I would have found them by now.” Dean shot his brother a glare. "I don’t have one, okay? Don’t want one, don't need one.”
“Dean-”
“Drop it, Sam. Winchesters don't get that life, alright? Look what it did to dad."
“Whatever you say, Dean.” Sam sighed and walked away, grabbing his suit jacket on his way out.
Dean fumbled with the last button for a bit, and got so frustrated he stopped, kicking one of Sam’s boots across the room with a huff. “Better fuckin’ not be.” he grumbled to himself. When he hadn’t met his soulmate by 35, he’d simply accepted it wasn’t in the cards for him, just like everything else a Winchester didn’t get in this life.
“Hey, Dean?”
“Hmm?” He turned to see Sam poking his head back into the motel room. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
Sam smiled. “I’ll tell ya what I want, what I really really want!"
“Fuck off, Sam!” Dean yelled, grabbing a pillow off the bed and launching it at the door.
“So tell me what you want, what you really really want!” Sam sang as he ducked back out just in time.
“You’re gonna get that fucking song stuck in my head, now!”
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Sam chuckled as they crossed the field.
“I don’t have a-”
“Spice girls.”
“I hate you.” Dean glared at his brother. “Just, shut up and let’s talk to the damn coach, okay?”
Sam leaned in close. “I really really really want a zig-a-zig ah.”
“I’m going to beat your ass.” Dean threatened as Sam laughed, the two of them making their way through the crowd of kids and parents leaving the field.
“If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.” Dean froze hearing someone else singing the lyrics that were now running through his head. “Make it last forever, friendship never ends.” Dean searched for the person singing, and then he saw her, one kid in uniform happily eating a Mr Freeze, and another, younger practically galloping along side the older sibling as they made their way towards the park.
Sam stopped when Dean wasn’t following anymore, and he glanced back to find his brother watching a soccer mom sing just loud enough to barely hear.
“If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give.”
“You’ve got to give.” Dean whispered to himself.
“Taking is too easy, but that’s the way it is.”
“Mom, what are you singing.” The oldest child turned and gave her a look of disgust, and she just laughed.
“A song I heard a long time ago, buddy. Not sure why it’s stuck in my head today, but I’m glad it is.”
“It sounds weird.”
She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and grinned. “You just don’t know the joy of the 90’s pop band, my son. I’ll introduce you, sometime.”
“Please don’t.” he groaned, making her laugh harder.
“Still think you didn’t find your soulmate?”
“Just a coincidence.. “ Dean muttered as he watched you take the last of the Mr Freeze from your oldest and they both ran off to play.
“Hell of a coincidence.” Sam shook his head. “Look, I got the coach, why don’t you go see if she knows anything.” Dean looked to his brother. “We’re canvassing the town for a werewolf, and you’re wearing a silver ring for hand shaking. Go shake some hands, rule out the hot mom you want to bang.”
“Jesus christ, Sam.” Dean shot his brother a look before storming away.
“Am I wrong!?” Sam called out, arms spread. “Get her number, you know, for follow up!”
“Shut up, Sam!”
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Pairing : Beekeeper!Castiel x Reader. Farmer!Sam, Joy (OC) mentioned.
Word count : 963
Written for : @spnaubingo
Square : Free Square
Warnings : Time jump. A bit of anxiety.
Final part of Team for the bees.
SPN AU BINGO Round 2 Masterlist.
Castiel lay asleep on the bed, blankets thrown off because it had been a warm night. Your eyes trailed down his strong back, all the way to the waistband of his boxer shorts before moving back up again, watching it raise and fall with his shallow breaths. Smiling softly, you slipped from the bed, threw on some clothes, and left the room.
You stood at the fence, the oversized work shirt, and cut off jean shorts allowed the slight breeze to cool your skin. You stood there quietly watching one of the cows as she moved slowly, not too far from where you stood. She let out a low moo, and you smiled to yourself. “Tell me about it, Bess.”
Suddenly, there was footsteps behind you, and then the sound of a gun cocking. Turning, you saw Sam, with his shotgun drawn and ready. When he saw your face, the gun lowered and he shook his head at you before coming closer.
“The shotgun?”
“Thought you might be rustlers.”
“Rustlers?” You chuckled. “Wasn’t aware your farm was in the 1800’s.” you teased.
“Hey, it’s still a problem in Canada, okay? You never know.” He leaned his shotgun against the fence post before he leaned on the fence himself right next to you, crossing his feet. “What are you doing here this early, anyways?”
“Thought maybe you could use some help.”
Sam glanced down at his watch before moving it towards you. “It’s 4:37 in the damn morning. Not even I’m up that early.”
“Shit, sorry.” you put your head down on your arms. “Sorry if I woke you.”
“Technically, Lucky did.” You looked up at him. “He was about halfway out my bedroom window. Idiot almost got stuck on the roof trying to get out here to you.”
“Sorry.” you gave off a small chuckle, picturing the dog half way through the window, likely with his tail wagging like crazy. You wondered if it would have hit Sam in the face as he slept.
“So what are you doing out here this early.” he asked again.
You shrugged. “Just hanging out with my girl Bess.” you motioned out to the pregnant cow. You had left the city behind and finally moved in with Castiel months ago, not long after Bess had gotten pregnant.
“Mhm.” Sam watched her too. “I promised Joy she could name the calf when it comes. I’m going to regret that, aren’t I?”
“Probably.”
You were both quiet for a bit, but Sam broke the silence after a few minutes. “You going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Then tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Nothing is-”
“You’re staring at a cow at 4 in the morning. Something is bothering you. Must be something serious if you didn’t just take a horse and go for a ride like everyone else does.” You looked at him confused. “You know how many times I wake up to a horse missing and my brothers truck out front? A lot. What is it?”
You sighed and looked at the cows again. “We’re friends right?”
“Mhm.” Sam hummed.
“Are we secret keeping kinda friends?” You looked up at him worried.
His brow furrowed. “Yeah.. though, if you’re planning on leaving Cas, you should probably just talk to him..”
“No, no it’s not that. He’s..” you smiled. “He’s perfect. Not just for me, but… for Joy. I’m scared to fuck it up, actually.”
“I don’t think you could do that. He loves you. What’s wrong?” he asked you once more.
Licking your lips you tried to drop the hint without outright saying the words. The words would make it all too real and you were still processing. “Bess and I.. We’ve got something in common.”
“You-” He tried to think it through, he looked out over at the grazing cow, and then back at you then out at the cow again. “Oh shit.. You’re-”
“Yeah.”
Sam ran his hand through his hair and let out a huff. “Okay, and?”
“And?” you looked up at him in disbelief. “It’s too soon, Sam. I- I don’t even know if he wants kids. I don't even know if I want more kids. After shit with Joy’s dad I just…” you shrugged. “I never considered more. And Cas and I, we never had a talk about it. What if-”
Sam straighten up to his full height again, grabbing your shoulders and turning you to face him. “Hey.” he waited until your eyes met his. “First of all, relax.” You gave him a small nod. “Good. Now, here’s what we’re going to do, okay? We’re going inside, and I’m going to make you breakfast. You’re going to leave Cas a message that you’re here, and we’re going to eat. We can eat in silence, or you can talk to me, and we’ll figure out how to tell him. But you have to tell him.”
“I know.” you nodded.
“No matter what you two decide, I’m here for you. Not just Cas, but you too.”
You nodded again, tearing up as you wrapped your arms around him. “Thank you, Sam.”
“Anytime. Now come on, lets get some breakfast.” You let him go and wiped your face on your sleeve with a sniffle. “Bright side to being up this early? Dean’s coming over later for breakfast. You’ll actually get to see the food before he scoffs it all down.”
You chuckled, and let him wrap an arm around your shoulder as he lead you to the house. “Don’t tell Dean yet.”
“You kidding? He can’t keep a secret.” Sam shook his head. “By the time you got back to your house, he’d already have your nursery built and ready to go.”
“So if he offers?”
“Oh yeah. Take him up on it.”
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Scott's dragged to a swim meet by his best friend, not his worst nightmare but it's quite an eye-opening event to see your crush in a tight speedo.
Reasons to love the fic: Scott/Jackson a beloved, underrepresented rare pair. This fic is sweet and fun. And it really immerses you in the world of high school swim meets.
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September Gnome, Harvest Basket, And a Birthday SALE
September Gnome and Harvest Basket
Two new patterns, and a BIG BIRTHDAY SALE!
August was the big birthday month in my household (my husband and both our daughters) but September is MY birthday month!
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