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I read an interview where Jake gyllenhaal said “The act of making love to make a child…the real thing is life” and he’s constantly talking about how he wants children and idk I think that’s beautiful so in honor of that could u write something like y/n is pregnant and when the time to find out the gender of the baby comes he’s away for work and could only come back in like 2-3 weeks (or whatever time u see fit tbh hehe) and asked her to wait but y/n doesn’t think it’s fair and doesn’t want to and they have this fight about it but at the end it’s all fluff and teddy bears, thank you🤎✨

The day after you found out you were pregnant and told Jake, he was offered the starring role in a major movie. “This is great! A baby….a great movie….what else could happen?”

“Jake, are you sure about this? I know this role is great, but have they told you what the schedule is like?”

“I already checked with them, babe. I’ll leave in two and a half months, so I’ll be here to get through your first trimester with you. We can tell our families and friends together before I leave. And we are filming in Montreal, so I’m a quick flight away from you and can come back on weekends for your appointments.”

That’s what he had told you. And that’s what you were holding on to until you were a week away from your five month ultrasound. The ultrasound where you’d find out if you were having a boy or a girl. “Bad news, Y/N,” he said to you on facetime that night. “I found out we are flying to Scotland Friday to film some of the ending scenes. Apparently there’s a movie that will interfere with one of the other cast members' schedules, so we have to get those scenes out of the way now so she can be in it.”

“Jake, my appointment is Saturday morning.”

“I know. It looks like you are going to have to reschedule.”

“I can talk to them and see if they can push it back a week, but that’s kinda last minute.”

“I’m going to need more than a week.”

You picked up on his tone that there was more he wasn’t telling you. “How long, Jake?”

“Two months,” he admitted.

“Two months. You’re joking?” Your tone was laced with disappointment and you could feel your anger building. 

“It’ll fly by before you know it.”

“I’m not waiting two months to find out what we are having, Jake.”

“What?”

“I’m going to the appointment Saturday morning, Jake. You can be there with me to find out, or you can be in Scotland and I can tell you that day when we talk. But either way, I will know Saturday.”

“That is not fair, Y/N.”

“Not fair?” You were fed up and the hormones were taking over. “You want to talk about what’s not fair. Jake, I have been going through this pregnancy by myself. All this morning sickness, the aches, the pains, the crazy cravings...they all started after you left. Which, if you forget, was two months ago. For two months I have been at this on my own because your weekend trips home,” you put in air quotes, “have happened maybe twice a month.” I wake up everyday puking and do that for two hours before I can eat anything. My feet and back hurt so bad that I only want to lay down when I’m at home; and I’ve still got 4 months to go. This whole time all that’s been getting me through has been that I would get to see you this weekend and that we would get to go find out what we are having. And then I can spend all my time alone actually having fun and shopping for our baby. And now you’re telling me you want me to wait until I’m 7 months along. Sorry, but I am not doing that.” You were not sorry. “If they can work around your co stars schedule for two months, they should be able to work around your schedule for one day.”

“Y/N-”

“You know what, Jake. I’m feeling really tired.” It wasn’t a lie, but you were mostly over dealing with this. “I think I’m going to go to bed. I’ll talk to you later. Love you, night,” you quickly hung up.

You were too upset by the conversation that you didn’t speak to him the next day, or the morning after that. And when you finally tried to call him that night, you received his voicemail. You seriously considered calling and cancelling your appointment for the next morning. But you wanted to show him that you meant what you said.

You woke up, got ready, and found yourself regretting your stubbornness from the day before. But, since the appointment was starting in half an hour, you got in the car and drove to the doctor’s office. You parked and walked to the door and found yourself very surprised when the front door opened and your husband walked out. “Jake?”

“Hey. You were right. Are right. I haven’t been there for you recently and I should have been, especially with this being our first kid. I talked it over with the director, and I’m flying over there Monday, which means you and I have today and tomorrow to go shopping for Little Man or Little Lady after this.”

“You did that for me?”

“Absolutely.” You grabbed his hand and walked into the office.

******

You woke up at 230 am, surprised that the sound of your baby hadn’t woken you up at 2, which was normally feeding time. Looking over in the bassinet, you found it empty. Jake’s side was empty too, so you took a wild guess to their location and walked down the hall. 

Opening the door, you walked into the dimly lit pink room and saw Jake rocking your daughter and feeding her a bottle. “Hey, I didn’t know you were awake.”

“I just woke up. My body’s used to being up at 2, and I guess it woke me up to check things out. How’s she doing?”

“She’s great, just hungry. She’s almost done and is about to fall back asleep. She’s growing like a weed already.”

I always hop on Inkitt, Wattpad, or Tumblr before bed to read. I’m in need of some new books/stories to add to my list. Right now I’m reading a lot of fantasy, romance 😏, and werewolf, mafia, and superhero type books. Don’t know why, but that’s what kick I’m on right now 🤷🏽‍♀️ if you have any recommendations drop them below!

Part 2!- Dean and Y/N are back from hell, trying to figure everything out

Part 1

Dean helped Bobby track down Sam, as you tried to get caught up on what you had missed over the months you were down below. Finally, Dean and Bobby had found him and had made the decision to leave bright and early in the morning. “Y/N.” Bobby caught your attention and you turned to look at him. “Get some rest tonight, kid. Okay?”

“I will, Bobby. See you in the morning.” With a sad smirk he went to his room and left you and Dean in the living room.

“You okay?”

You nodded. “Are you?”

“I don’t know. Physically, I’m great. But all I can think about is what happened, how we got back, and what Sam did to get us here.”

“I know,” you knew what he was going through all too well. “Just try not to kill him before we get to say ‘Hi.’”

He nodded, looking down at his feet. “I don’t think we should tell Sammy that we remember.”

“Of course not,” you agreed. “He doesn’t need to know what went on down there, Dean. He doesn’t need to live with knowing what hell is like and he definitely doesn’t need the mental image of us in his head.”

“Y/N-”

“Stop,” you raised a hand. “You have nothing to apologize for, Dean. We’ve been through this how many times while we were down there? I asked to be with you. I asked you to do what you did, and I don’t regret it. I never will. So don’t apologize.”

He nodded to himself before standing up and heading towards the stairs. “Let’s get some shut eye before the drive tomorrow.”

******

The three of you walked the halls of the run down motel until you got to the end of the hall. Dean knocked and was shocked to be greeted by a pantless woman. “Well...where is it?”

“What?”

“The pizza?”

“Sorry, I think we have the wrong room.” Just as Dean finished speaking, Sam walked into the room and looked hard at you and Dean. After excusing the woman out of the room, you, Dean, and Bobby walked in. 

Just like you predicted, Sam tried to get the jump on Dean before Bobby could step in. “It’s him, Sam. It’s really him. I checked.”

After hugging his brother for a long time, Sam let him go and pulled you in for a bear hug. “You guys are both back? How?”

“You tell us, bone head. What did you do,” you questioned him?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t give me that,” Dean growled.

“It’s true! I tried everything. I tried spells, summonings, I tried to sell my soul but nothing worked. No demon would take it.”

Based on a prompt I saw on Pinterest. Based between season 3 and 4.

Intense pain.

That was the last thing you registered as your life was taken from you by the demons who jumped you. It was also the first thing you registered as you woke up. You were surrounded by uncomfortable fiery heat that made your skin burn slowly. You were in hell, you knew that much; but you didn’t know why.

You looked at the demon that walked into the room. You got ready to fight but realized you were chains against the stone wall. “What do you want you soulless bitch?”

“Such a mouth on you,” they sneered. “I like it.”

“Why am I here? I lived a good life. I protected the innocent, I don’t deserve to be here.”

“I thought you and Sammy were supposed to be the smart ones.” You weren’t following. “You’re not being punished. You’re the punishment.” Your heart sank. “Killing you and dragging you down here was very challenging. We had to pull a lot of strings and distract a lot of reapers and spirit guides. But when I bring Dean in here,” the demon took a long happy and relaxed breath. “Oh, I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it.”

“Leave him out of this.” It’s only been four weeks since his death, but you couldn’t imagine what they’d put him through in that time. Now they’d stooped so low as to kill you to exact revenge on him. 

“It’s too late for that sweet Y/N.” She looked over her shoulder and yelled, “Bring him in.”

Escorted by two other black eyed meat suits, Dean walked tensely into the room. The second his eyes landed on you his eyes snapped back to the demon. “You bitch, you’ve gone too far. I’ve had enough of your damn tricks.”

“Not a trick, Dean-O. Go ahead, look at her face and tell me if you see a demon in disguise.”

 Frantically and nervously he looked back to you. When he realized your face was indeed your face he neared you and raised a shaking hand to your cheek. “Y/N?” His voice broke, “What are you doing here?”

“We ran out of ice cream,” you sadly smiled. He knew you always had to have ice cream wherever you were. “I went to the store and they jumped me. About 8 of them and….now I’m here.”

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“But she is, Dean. And you know what that means.”

“Shove it. I’m not doing anything. Not to Y/N.”

“What’s he talking about, Dean?” 

The demon grinned. “Why don’t I give you a little time to talk things over. You can tell her everything you’ve been up to.” As soon as the door shut Dean tried to get your cuffs off with no results.

“You shouldn’t be here, Y/N. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“Dean.” You stopped him. “Stop and look at me. Just let me look at you.” Reluctantly he listened. “I missed you so much.”

“You’re all I think about down here, Baby. How long has it been? You haven’t aged a day.”

Concern for him hit you harder. “Dean. It’s only been a month.”

“What? Just a month?”

“How long has it been down here?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer. 

“Ten years. That’s how long it’s been down here. They have me doing awful things, Y/N. You need to hear it from me before they tell you.”

“Like what?”

“They have me torturing souls. I- I didn’t want to. But it was me or them, Y/N and the things they were doing to me were 10 times worse than what I did to them. It’s the only way,” he was speaking frantically.

“Dean,” you snapped him out of it. You were cut off by the door opening and the demon walking back in. “Are you ready Dean?”

“Ready for what?”

“To work on your little girlfriend.” The henchman wheeled in a cart of knife and instruments of pain. 

“Go to hell.”

“I’m already there, Baby. Here are your options, Dean. You do your turkey carving on your little girlfriend here, or I’ll send you pack to the pit and I’ll send her to our best torturer. Well, 2nd best now.”

“I’m not touch-”

“He will do it,” you spoke for him. 

“Y/N, no.”

“Listen to me. I’m not letting you go back there. And I’d rather spend eternity in hell with you in pain, then not seeing you at all. This is the best thing for both of us, Dean. Please. I can take it.”

******

You woke up in a small dark box, weak and struggling to breath. You attempted to break your way out of the box but were too tired to bust it open. Just as the will left your body the sunlight broke through and Dean’s face greeted you from the other side. “Y/N? Are you ok? I heard you trying to get out.”

“Dean? Wh-what is this?” He pulled you out of the hole and you saw the crosses that marked what you assumed were your graves. “Are we-”

“Alive. Yeah, I think so. We have to find Sammy. If he did something dumb, I’ll kill him.” You leaned on him for support as you walked your way to civilization.”

******

Bobby watched you from across the room. You sat looking out the window with a blanket wrapped around your body as tight as possible. Your blank stare had been aimed out of the window for hours. “What happened down there, Dean?”

“Bobby…,” he trailed. His voice shook and tears pricked his eyes as he looked at you and looked at his feet. “They made me do things to her. It was decades. They made me to things; things that I worried would happen to her when I was alive. They made me do those things to her down there. Y/N insisted I be the one to do it, so we could at least be in hell together. She kept saying she was alright, that she could take it, Bobby. But every time a drop of blood spilled from her a part of my soul died. I don’t know how she can look at me after everything I did. I don’t know how after every session she still managed to smile and tell me she loved me, but she did. And I’m so scared that now that we are back she’s going to look at me and realize I’m the monster that ruined her down there.”

Hi sorry to bother you! But I was wondering if you could maybe do like a winchester x sister reader or just an x reader imagine based on them having type 1 diabetes as you never really see much of them around tumblr or other fanfic websites? You really don't have to its just that I really like your imagines?

AN: I went purely off of what information I could find on the information so don’t hate me too much if it’s inaccurate. 

You got back in the car and buckled up. “Finally ready to hit the road?”

“Stop being dramatic, Dean. Sorry I require a bathroom and can’t pee in a bottle like you two numb skulls.”

“Hey,” Sam exclaimed!

“Sorry Sam, but it had to be said.”

“It’s just you take so much time out of our drives with your bathroom breaks, woman!”

“One, unless you want to get me a funnel to pee in back here and risk your precious interior, there’s nothing you can do. And two, you know I can’t help it.”

Having type 1 diabetes, you were prone to having to use the bathroom. With how thirsty you had been today you were surprised you were doing as good as you were. Three hours later you three were in the motel sharpening your weapons for the night. “Y/N, you need to eat before we leave. Be sure to take your insulin too.”

“Can’t have you losing your vision or anything in the middle of this hunt,” Dean added.

“Thanks Moms.”

“Not your Mom, we’re your brothers and it’s our job to keep you alive and as healthy as possible in this freaking line of work,” your oldest brother grumbled.

“Which I thank you for, but I’ve been managing this for years. I think you guys forget sometimes that I know how to take care of myself.”

“We don’t forget. We just...help,” Sam shrugged.

******

You drug your feet into the motel room and slumped onto the bed. “You alright, kiddo? Didn’t get clipped or anything did you?”

“No, I’m just tired.”

“Did you take insulin before the hunt? Do you need more,” Sam feverishly asked?

“I’m fine, I checked everything before and after the hunt. I’m just tired. That happens when you only get 4 hours of sleep for two days.”

“You get first dibs on the shower then,” Dean told you. “Clean up and get a good night's sleep before tomorrow.”

Dean never offered up first dibs on the shower. He was always hogging the hot water, so you jumped at the chance. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You had just closed and locked the door when you heard Dean yell. “Hey, wait a minute. Did you just play the pity card?”

“She’s too smart for you, Dean.”

AN: Writing Prompt : “He stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood. “You’re late,” she said.””

Dean and Sam had their guns drawn as they stalked through the house. With the main floor clear, they descended the stairs. As the landed on the ground, they heard a thud coming from the left. They rounded the basement corner and raised their guns, ready to fire as they entered. 

Dean entered and stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood. She narrowed her eyes and stood up. “You’re late.” She took the machetes in her hand and wiped them on her already bloody pants. 

He and Sam scanned the bodies and counted the six that laid dead on the ground. “You took on all six yourself?” Sam said awestruck. 

“No, I had my fairy godmother cover my back,” you exhaustedly replied. 

“I told you to wait until we got here,” Dean sulked. 

“Well I thought you were going to be here two hours ago. Sunset came and you never showed. I couldn’t let them move on and risk them killing more while we tracked them from scratch.”

“Y/N,” he said sternly.

“Don’t give me that, Dean. Obviously,” you gestured to the bodies around you, “I can hold my own. Come on, I need a shower. And I need to burn these clothes.”

******

After being in the shower for what must have been an hour, you emerged without crusted blood covering you. After all the scrubbing you were sure you were without skin as well. When you entered the shared motel room you saw Dean sitting with a scowl on the bed. You took in his anxious state and walked towards your bag. “Where’s Sam?”

“Went out for food.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” He tried to relax and sat back on the bed. 

“Dean, I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying. What’s going on?”

“You went into that nest by yourself, Y/N.”

“Yeah, that’s my job.”

“You know what I mean,” he scowled. 

“Dean, I know you worry, but you need to learn to relax. I’m a big girl. I was doing this long before you and I were together. I made a call, I did my job, I killed the bad guys. I’m fine, see?” You took his hand and placed it over your bare heart. “See? It’s beating. I’m all good.”

“I just don’t like you taking cases by yourself or going in alone. It makes me worried.”

Can I send in a request for Dean Winchester? The reader is dating him and is close to Sam. While driving to the next location, the reader and Dean get into an argument just as they started having car trouble, forcing them to pull over. She voluntarily went to see what the problem was and it was a flat tire. Because it was dark out, neither of them didn’t see the oncoming car ahead just as she was about inform them what the problem was. Out of the blue, Sam and Dean witness her getting hit by the car. She was critically injured and it left her in a coma. Dean was upset because of the last thing he had said to her wasn’t nice. When she wakes, she wakes to Dean saying her name and begging her to wake up. (You can take the rest of it from there! ) Thanks!!! :)

“You can have the front, Sam.” Although the words looked like a kind gesture on paper, the tone in your voice told him it was more of a command than anything. After the scuffle you and Dean had gotten in during this case, he knew you were eager to get as far away from his brother as you could for a while; even if that meant just being in the back seat.

“Thanks. Hey, you sure you’re alright?”

“Just peachy, Sammy,” after all this time together you were the only person other than Dean allowed to call him that. You slid in the backseat and waited for the two of them to get in the car. As your boyfriend slid behind the wheel, you looked out the window. And you kept looking at the entire drive.

The tension in the car was so thick that you could cut it with a knife and it was stemming from you and Dean. You had managed to shut out the music and their talking the whole drive, but your ears perked up when you heard Dean say, “since someone was lucky with their shot.”

That sent you over the edge.

“If you have a problem then say it to my face, Winchester.” Sam had never heard you talk to his brother like that. In fact, you’d only ever called him Winchester when you two were play fighting. This was a whole new territory and none of you knew how to handle it.

“Yeah, you know what? I do have a problem. I told you the plan and you ignored it outright. And where did that lead us to? Sam, gun to his head. And you, just missing him in your shot.”

“I told you I didn’t like that plan and you ignored me, outright. And when the plan started to go south and I made a move, and move that put us on the right track,” you yelled, “you didn’t like it because I didn’t stick with your failing plan.” You stressed ‘failing.’ 

“Whose plan was it that got Sammy in that position, Dean? Oh right, yours. And who was the one that saved his life? Oh right, me! I’m a damn good shot and you know it. I wouldn’t have taken that shot unless I was 100% sure I’d make it. And for you to sit there and act like I took that shot recklessly and put Sam at risk…,” you huffed in anger. Just as you both were about to yell out more in unison you all jolted as Baby collapsed down on the front driver wheel. 

“Just great,” Dean swore.

“Allow me,” you said theatrically. “I better make myself useful since I’m such a damn inconvenience.” You got out and slammed the door. 

“Watch the door,” Dean yelled.

“Sorry, Your Majesty,” you bowed. You got out and saw the tire as flat as can be. “Look at that, I can do one thing right. It is flat; pop the hood,” you demanded. As you took a step back from the road, none of you heard the car coming, whose lights were off in the middle of the night. Before you could react everything was black. 

******

Dean sat on the side of your bed with red eyes and dark bags under them. Since you had been admitted and allowed visitors, he hadn’t left your side. “Dean,” Sam called to him. “Why don’t you go to the motel? Sleep in a bed for once, get some rest, I’ll stay here with Y/N.”

“No,” he said sternly. “I have to stay here. I have to be here when she wakes up.”

“Dean, she’s been out for 2 months. Leaving her side for a few hours isn’t going to kil-,” he trailed.

“Do what, Sammy? It’s not going to kill me? No, but the one time I leave she might,” he choked. “If I’m not here when she wakes up or...or whatever she might do, I’d never forgive myself. I’m the reason she’s like this.”

“Dean-”

“No! It’s true dammit. I’m the reason we got in that stupid fight. I’m the reason she couldn’t stand to be in that car. I’m the reason she went out to change the tire, and I’m the reason she got hit by that car and is laying in a coma. If it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t be like this.”

“Dean, it was an accident. You didn’t mean it for it all to happen. You didn’t know. That guy had his lights off in the middle of the night and was driving drunk. There’s nothing you could have done.”

“I could have listened to her. I could have listened and apologized and…”

“I’m going to go get us some coffee.”

******

2 more weeks had passed and Dean stayed by your side. Sam had run out for a non-hospital cafeteria food meal. He took the time alone with you and grabbed onto your hand with his. He squeezed your small hand tightly and couldn’t help the tears that trickled down his face. “Y/N, please, you’ve got to hear me in there. I need you to wake up, Baby. I need you to wake up. I can’t live with myself if you don’t come back to me, Y/N. I need you here with me.”

“You going soft on me, Winchester?” Your raspy voice jolted his head up. 

“Y/N?”

“How am I alive Dean?” Fear crossed your face. “What did you do?”

“Nothing, actually,” he chuckled. “I tried two demons and they wouldn’t even make a deal with me.”

“So I’m just...alive?”

Hi! Hope everything's going good for you. I was wondering if you could do Chris Pine x reader where they find their kids (let's make a boy and girl to even things out) watching his movies because they want to be actors when they grow up, so they're studying his movies to pick up acting tips because he's one of the best actors they know (obviously).

You were cleaning up breakfast when your twins, 12 year olds Luke and Lily, ran passed the kitchen towards the basement stairs. “Mom,” they shouted. “We’re having a movie day downstairs together.” Before you could respond the basement door slammed closed.

“Alrighty then.” You continued to clean and took advantage of the kids entertaining each other. You sat down with a book you’d been trying to read for months and finally dove in. Hours passed and you realized it was nearly lunch time. You made some sandwiches for you and the kids and hollered down to the basement. “Luke! Lil! Time for lunch.” After a minute they ran upstairs and sat at the table. “What are you guys doing down there?”

“Just watching movies Mom.”

“You guys want to do anything else?”

They looked at each other and shook their heads. “No, we just want to watch movies today.”

“Okay,” you were surprised. Usually these two ran all over the place, now they were content just handing out. After lunch they went back downstairs and you took advantage of your time alone again.

As evening drew near, Chris got home and as soon as he walked in the silent house he froze. “Are the kids in trouble?”

“What? Why would you think that?”

“Did they get sent to their rooms? Are they at a friend’s house? Why is it so quiet?” You laughed. 

“They are downstairs. Have been all day.”

“All day?”

“They said they wanted a movie day together and have been down there since breakfast.”

“That sounds very unlike them.” He sat beside you and put an arm over your shoulder. “And it’s been this quiet all day?” You nodded with a smile. “Sounds like you had a great day then.”

“It was very nice, but I kind of miss the chaos.”

“What are they watching? We can put a pizza in the oven and go watch with them.”

“I actually don’t know.” He helped you off the couch and you both headed downstairs quietly. When you opened the theater room you saw Finest Hours playing on the screen. They were so engrossed in the film they didn’t even notice the door open. 

“What do we have here?” Their heads shot to look at their Father.

“Dad!” They got up and ran to him, hugging him. 

“What have you two been doing all day?”

“Watching your movies,” Luke told him.

“My movies? Why?”

“We both want to be a movie star like you Daddy,” Lily told him. “And since you’re the best, we've been watching your movies and taking notes.”

Your heart fluttered at their words. “That is the nicest thing I’ve heard anyone say. Thank you, guys. How about next month you two come do some set visits with me when I start filming? Does that sound fun?”

“Yes!” They jumped. “Can we really?”

“Absolutely! It’ll be great. I’ll get to have my two favorite people on set.”

“Ouch,” you hissed. “That hurt.”

“Correction. I’ll get to have two of my favorite people on set.”

Can I ask for a story with Henry cavill getting super jealous cause guys keep flirting with his girlfriend

You sat at the bar as you waited for your boyfriend, Henry, to meet you. He said he’d meet you there after filming for the day. By your calculation he should have been there five minutes ago. “Here you go.” You looked down at the shot as it was being placed in front of you. 

“Oh, there’s a mistake. I didn’t order this.”

“I know. Some guy over there bought it for you.”  You sat there trying to figure out what to do. “If you’re not interested,” she told you, “whatever you do do not look over that way. He’ll think it’s an invitation.”

“Should I send it back?”

“Nah,” she smirked. “It’s a free drink.” She smiled and went to the other customers. Five minutes later she sat another in front of you.

“Another one? Looks like he can’t take the hint.”

“Nope, this one’s from another guy.” You shrugged and took a sip. “Cheers.”

Ten minutes passed and another one was placed in front of you just as Henry reached your side. “Hey, sorry I’m late,” he kissed your forehead. “That doesn’t look like your normal drink.”

“It’s not. I’ve had some people send drinks over while I waited.”

“Yeah?” He looked around protectively. “Who?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t been looking for them. I’ve just been waiting on you,” you poked him.

“Blame the traffic,”  he smirked. He sat beside you and told you about his day on set. Another half hour passed before the bartender came back over and sat another drink down in front of you. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he threw his hands up. “I’m sitting right here with you. Do they have no shame?”

“She’s hot,” the bartender chuckled. “You should be proud that you get to leave with her while they all watch.” 

She walked away and you grinned. “I like her.”

“She’s right, I know that. But at the same time, I don’t like the thought of all these guys ogling at you.”

You sipped on the free drink. “Sounds like you’re jealous, Mr. Cavill.” He grunted. “Think of all the money they’ve saved you on drinks tonight.” You winked at him and stood up. “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

You went around towards the bathrooms and stopped at the bar, calling over the bartender. “Can you do me a favor?”

Just as you were walking back at you watched as she put a drink down in front of Henry. “That doesn’t look like what you usually order.”

“It’s not. Someone sent it to me,” he smiled triumphantly.

“Did they? Who was it?”

“She didn’t say. Only said that someone ordered it for me and they wanted to say “Hi, handsome.”