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jade4813 · 5 years ago

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Resolution

Fandom: Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist

Title: Resolution

Rating: G

Pairing: Zoey/Max

Synopsis: Sequel to Fallout and Repercussions (and episode 7 of the series). Zoey has finally figured out how she feels about Max, but when she tries to get up the never to tell him, Everything. Goes. Wrong. Will the two of them ever manage to get on the same page?

The clock on the wall read 6:22 a.m., and Zoey was already on her third cup of coffee for the day. She remembered with some regret the way she’d once expressed surprise at Joan’s suggestion that they share a drink in the middle of the afternoon. Her day hadn’t even officially started, and she was already wishing she had something to steel her nerves.

All the caffeine she’d consumed was making her jittery, the coffee roiling around in her otherwise empty stomach until she felt sick. She briefly considered grabbing some cereal or perhaps a piece of bread to settle her stomach, but the thought of consuming food just made her feel slightly ill.

She pressed her hand to her chest and sucked in a deep breath. She could do this! She had a plan! When Max showed up to work, she’d take him aside and tell him that she’d realized that she loved him and wanted to give their relationship a shot! How hard could it be? After all, she already knew how he felt about her, right?

Except…he’d been even weirder than usual with her over the last couple of days, ever since their last conversation, when he’d suggested she should go talk to her mom.

“Zoey? Uh…what the hell was that?” he’d asked.

“What was what?”

His eyes narrowed, he looked at her in confusion and concern. “You…you didn’t just…you didn’t hear that? Are you messing with me right now?”

Completely at a loss as to what he meant, she shook her head slowly, “Max, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Hear what? Did something happen?” she leaned to the side to look around him, scanning the office for something out of place.

He stepped back, running one hand across his face. “I’m losing it. Lack of sleep or…I-I thought you…I must have imagined it. It’s fine. Never mind.” She threw him a reassuring smile, but he hurried back to his desk and avoided her for the rest of the day. And for the two days since, although she occasionally caught him watching her closely, like he was trying to figure her out. Or as though she might bite.

“I don’t bite,” she reassured herself in an undertone. But what if his strange behavior was because he’d realized his feelings were all a mistake? What if he’d realized he wasn’t in love with her anymore – at least, not like that? She hadn’t heard any of his heartsongs since the night he coopted a scooter for her, after her dad fell. Was it possible he just wasn’t romantically interested in her anymore?

Zoey pushed away the thought with a grimace and a stern self-reproach. “Not. Helping.” Desperate for a distraction, she grabbed for her tablet and tried to focus on her work, instead. Her love life might be a disaster at present, but this was a language she understood. This came naturally to her, in a way that navigating her love life did not.

In her very first computer course in college, Zoey had been tasked with programming a robot to wind its way through a maze. She had managed to complete the assignment faster than any of her other classmates, going on to earn an A+ in the course at the end of the semester. When she took a step back and considered her current situation, it wasn’t that different. She just had to get herself and Max through the maze of confusion brought on by intense emotion and miscommunication. And then everything would work itself out.

Reassured by the thought, she shot a quick glance around to make sure she was still alone. Her day hadn’t technically started yet, so she took her tablet to an isolation pod and curled up inside to craft some code. By the time she started to hear her coworkers filter in, her simple program was up and running – a digital Zoey and Max, her programmable “robots,” were winding their way through a complex maze. She smiled when she programmed the code directing the two to lean in for a kiss (hearts showing above their heads and all) when they finally made their way to each other.

It was a silly little program, but it made her feel better. Maybe she was overthinking things. She’d tell Max she wanted to be with him, and the two would kiss. How hard could it be?

Lifting the sliding door to the pod, Zoey stepped out and stretched, working out some kinks that had settled in her shoulders. With one last reassuring glance at her ZoeyBot’s progress through the maze, she closed the program and pulled up her notepad.

Any project was possible, as long as one went in with a plan. Almost every task could be broken down into straightforward, manageable steps. Like programming code. Just take each step in turn, one after the other, until the task was finished. With that in mind, she jotted herself a quick note.

Get Max somewhere private.

Show him MaxBot?? (He’ll get it, right?)

Tell him you want to be with him.

Kiss.

Four steps. Possibly three, if she decided she was too embarrassed to show him her computer program. Three or four completely simple, totally manageable steps. Completely doable plan. Now all Max had to do was to show up, and she could put her plan into action.

Unable to sit still, she dropped her tablet onto her desk and headed towards the restroom. All that coffee was taking its toll, but she also hoped that pouring some cold water over her wrists could help her stay focused and calm. She lingered a few extra minutes to give herself a silent pep-talk and practice an eloquent speech about her feelings before steeling her shoulders and heading back outside.

She returned to the office just in time to see Max grab his tablet from his desk and head towards the wicker seats – the pattern of avoidance he’d established over the last couple of days. Hoping to catch him before he got too wrapped up in code and she lost her nerve, she darted to her desk and grabbed for her tablet.

“Max!” she barked abruptly, a shade louder than necessary. He jumped, startled, and spun around to look at her. Softening her tone, she offered him a sheepish smile as she asked, “Do you have a second? There’s something I wanted to show you.” Her program was perhaps a little silly, but maybe he’d find it endearing? She could only hope.

Before he could come up with an excuse to turn her down, she jogged up to him and pulled him aside. “Okay, promise you won’t laugh. I know this is a little silly, but I wanted to show you – uh –”

Her voice trailed off as she held up what she thought would be her tablet and realized that, in her anxiety and rush to catch him, she’d accidentally grabbed her stapler instead. She actually had a stapler? Why? She couldn’t even remember the last time she needed to staple something!

Max seemed equally as confused. “Your…stapler?” he offered. “It’s…nice.”

Completely mortified, her courage fled. “Ah…yes. My stapler. I was…um…wondering. If you had any staples. I think I’m out.” That was unlikely. It was probably holding the same staples that had come with it when it was shipped from the factory, for all she knew. These things came preloaded, right? She had no idea.

“Ah,” he replied, drawing out the word for several seconds. “I don’t think so. Have you tried the supply closet? There might be some in there.”

Zoey forced a laugh. “The supply closet! Right! Makes total sense! Duh,” she waved the stapler wildly, almost clocking herself in the head. “Thanks a lot, Max…i...million.” She heard the ill-advised nickname as though it was coming from outside of herself, from someone else’s mouth, and looked at him in horror.

His smile was uncertain. “No problem. That’s not really a nickname we’re planning to run with, is it?”

“Nope! No, we’re not!” she promised. Trying to cover for her gaff, she aimed a playful shrug at his shoulder to break the tension, somehow completely missing and punching the tablet out of his hands, instead. “That’s…oh, sorry! I’ll…I’ll replace that if it’s broken.” Maybe discretion really was the better part of valor, she decided, not even wanting to see the look on his face as she backed away as quickly as she possibly could before she accidentally broke something else.

It turned out programming code was much easier than telling her best friend she had realized he might be the love of her life.

Later that evening, once she was safely back at home and unlikely to humiliate herself any further, Zoey scowled to herself and she pulled up her ZoeyBot/MaxBot computer program. It didn’t take her long to add a giant, menacing stapler that chased ZoeyBot down the first section of the maze.

Then, heaving a heavy sigh, she pulled up her To Do list. It hadn’t served her very well so far, but she still had confidence in the basic premise. Make a plan. Stick to the plan. Don’t break anything. Check. With that in mind, she reviewed her list.

Okay, so maybe she was too nervous around him to make a smooth job of it. Was there any way she could take the actual confession part out of her hands? She mulled over the question as she stared off into the distance. Finally, it hit her. Balloons! Everyone liked balloons, right?

Grinning at the brilliance of her new plan, she pulled up a web browser and search for a balloon delivery service in the area. Once she found what she wanted, she placed the order for the next day. In the morning, a courier would bring her balloons, reading “I Love U Max.” The last was a specialty balloon – they’d write in his name, and the sample online looked decent enough. Before pressing the button to finalize the order, she gave it one last critical look. Love? No, she should go with the heart instead. Less awkward, she decided, hitting “submit.” The plan was in place! He’d see the balloons and…that would be it! Not risk of ambiguity or bodily injury!

Well, maybe not it, exactly. If they were going to be in a relationship, she was going to have to talk to Joan. She would hardly be able to hide it, since she was planning on confessing in the middle of the office. Once the cat was out of the bag, she wouldn’t be able to continue to be his supervisor. It wouldn’t be right. But she was confident they could find a solution. Feeling much better than she had an hour or so before, Zoey made a few revisions to her list:

Get Max somewhere private.

Show him Maxbot?? (He’ll get it, right?)

Don’t break anything.

Balloons arrive

Tell him you want to be with him.

Kiss.

She didn’t know the exact time the balloons would arrive; more like a narrow window. So she might have to take things a little by ear. But with a plan this solid, surely nothing could go wrong, right?

Right.

The next day, Zoey realized she’d been humming happily to herself off and on all morning, but she couldn’t help it. She was in such a good mood! This plan of hers was going to come off perfectly. When she walked up to the elevator bay and saw Max waiting for the doors to open, she threw him her brightest smile. “Good morning!”

He looked a little taken aback. “Morning, Zoey. You seem to be in a good mood today.”

She nodded. “Yup! I think it’s going to be a fantastic day. It’s just a feeling.”

“Well, then, I hope you’re right,” he replied pleasantly.

She considered taking the moment of privacy to go ahead and confess her feelings, but then others joined them on the elevator and the window of opportunity was lost. No matter. She had balloons! The balloons would not fail her!

“I don’t understand,” she told the balloon courier with an askance look at the two balloons he held out for her to take. “Where are the rest of them?”

Not appearing to be terribly concerned, he shrugged and offered in insufficient explanation and complete lack of apology, “We were out. My boss said we can complete the order next week.”

“Next week! That doesn’t help! I had a whole plan and now all I have to show for it is ‘U Max’. What am I supposed to do with ‘U Max’?”

He shrugged again. Clearly, it wasn’t his problem. She took the balloons from him with numb fingers and briefly considered letting them loose in the stairway to hide evidence of her failed plan when she heard Max speak behind her. “’U Max’? What’s this about?”

Come up with an excuse! Fast! She ordered her poor, beleaguered brain as she spun around. “Maaaaax-i-mus!” Again? Seriously? What the hell was wrong with her? “I got you these!”

“I can see that,” he replied, staring up at the balloons in question. “I’m just trying to figure out what they mean. U Max? Max U? Is this a secret code?”

Her laugh was forced, high-pitched, and veering on hysterical. “No! Of course not! It’s just a new…management plan I’m trying. I’ll be randomly bringing balloons in to people on the team. To let you know that, uh, well, you know. We…see you. And we…appreciate…you know, you. That is, you. Max. I read it in a book somewhere, I think.”

“Really? That’s a little weird. What book?” She would have thought he was on to her, but he sounded more curious than suspicious.

“Oh…I don’t even remember now. Would you just take your balloons?”

He reached for them. “Sure thing. Well, thank you for reaffirmation of my name, anyway,” he teased.

Her answering chuckle was almost genuine. “We spend so much time in this building some days, I thought there was a chance you might have forgotten.”

“Is that the reason for the new nicknames? Because, for the record, I don’t think I like Maximus any better than Maximillion.”

“No, but duly noted,” she replied with a forced smile, hoping her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt as she returned to her desk. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Joan look over at her, Max, and the balloons and shake her head in bafflement before returning to her own work. Zoey was almost pathetically grateful her boss didn’t call her in to demand an explanation. She wasn’t entirely sure she could explain what was going on with her right now, even to herself.

When she saw him walk away and thought he might not see her, she rested her forehead on her desk with a groan, tempted to bang it repeatedly against the hard surface if she wasn’t sure that would bring her too much attention.

Why did her efforts to sweep Max off his feel keep going so haywire? What was she doing wrong?

“Mo, this is getting out of hand. You have to help me!” she cried, pacing back and forth in her neighbor’s living room. Saying it was “getting out of hand” was probably generous. Things were getting downright dire. Her plan was on Day 4, and it had just been one disaster after another.

“I’m not sure there’s any help for you,” Mo offered, shaking her head. “Have you tried just talking to him?”

“Yes! I tried today!”

Mo sat back on the couch. “And?”

“Aaaaand…I decided I would casually drop it in over coffee. But I didn’t realize my ZoeyBot program was up on my screen, and he saw it and asked what it was. One thing led to another, I freaked out and tried to cover it up, and I accidentally…kinda…tripped and…threw an entire cup of coffee at him.”

He blinked. “Wow. I knew you were a mess, but I think you may be even more of a mess than I realized.”

Zoey moaned and sank to the couch beside him. “Really? It’s not even remotely a surprise to me.” Closing her eyes, she leaned back and mulled over her predicament. Then she bolted upright. “I know! What if I do a some kind of flash mob for him?”

“No.”

“What? Hear me out! I get a bunch of people together…”

“No.”

“…and we do some kind of song…”

Mo put a hand on her arm. “Let me stop you right there. So far this week, you’ve brought him a stapler. You got him exactly half of your love confession in balloons, but not even the half that would actually convey what you wanted him to know. And you tried to give him third degree burns. You really think you can get through a whole choreographed dance number without breaking something? Like yourself? Or him?”

Zoey had to reluctantly concede the point, but she wasn’t quite ready to let this idea go. Remembering how she’d imagined him singing outside her window, she suggested, “So what if it’s just me? I could bring a boombox with me and sing outside his window. I saw it in a movie I watched with him once.”

Mo threw her a skeptical look. “Do you even have a boombox?”

She shrugged. “No. Do you?” His answering stare spoke volumes. “Okay, no background music. Just me.”

“Uh huh. And what would you sing?”

“I don’t know; I’m sure I could come up with something. Like, ‘Oh, my lo-‘”

“Nope.”

“Okay. What about, ‘It’s a little bit fu-‘”

“Absolutely not. You should not sing for him. Trust me.”

“But I –” she began.

“No.”

She broke off with a groan. “Okay, what do you suggest?”

Mo sighed. “The same thing I’ve been suggesting all along. No props. No gimmicks. Just walk up to him and find a way to casually drop into conversation that you want to have lots of sex and babies.”

“Are you actually dropping a Love Actually quote on me right now?” Zoey asked in disbelief.

“I’m trying to speak your language,” he replied flippantly, breaking into a grin.

She rolled her eyes as she rose to her feet and headed for the door. “All right. Fine. I’ll just…tell him how I feel. There’s no chance that can end in disaster!”

The table was set. Dinner was in the oven. Zoey was wearing her best dress. She paused long enough to make sure she had matches to light the candles in the candelabra she’d borrowed from her parents’ house earlier in the day, then checked to make sure his jacket was hanging by the door.

She’d gotten Max’s jacket from her mom when she stopped by to visit earlier that day. He’d apparently left it at her parents’ house by accident a few evenings prior, when he’d stopped by to bring her dad some soup from his favorite restaurant across town. It was as good a pretext as any to get him to Zoey’s place, where she would serve him a romantic dinner and confess. Everything.

Wanting to make sure everything was ready, she grabbed her tablet to review her plan one last time. Her (many-times) revised list read:

Get Max somewhere private.

Show him Maxbot?? (He’ll get it, right?)

Don’t break or burn anything. or anyone!!!!!!

Balloons arrive

Bring him coffee

Dinner at home??? “Ham is easy but shows effort”

Make it romantic (candles, yes! Flowers, no. Don’t take your chances)

Music! (Mo says no singing Sing if necessary)

Touch nothing hot until it’s over

No liquids either

Pretext of having his coat?

When he shows up, tell him you want to be with love him.

Kiss.

She took a quick glance around to make sure everything was set up according to her list. Perfect. Things seemed to be going according to plan, for once.

With a satisfied smile, she grabbed her phone. Of course, she probably should have made sure he was free before going through the trouble of cooking an entire ham. But it was too late for such regrets. She tapped her phone with her hand as she paced back and forth, practicing what she was going to say.

“Hey, Max! It’s me! Zoey. It’s Zoey. Do I even need to say that? He has caller ID. Okay, just go with hey, Max! Oh, but he knows who he is. Maybe just hey! Now I sound like a chipmunk. Heeey? No, that sounds creepy. Hi! Howdy! Ugh. Hey…”

As she paced back and forth, she lost track of what was going on around her and so didn’t notice the smoke billowing out of her oven until the fire detector went off, beeping shrilly in her ear. “No! No, no, no, no no…” she muttered desperately as she raced to the oven and pulled it open. On second thought, she should have kept it closed as a ball of fire followed another billow of smoke. “What the-”

She was catapulted out of the way when Mo came in from out of nowhere, shoving her aside to spray an entire fire extinguisher’s worth of suppressant into her oven. As he worked, she jabbed the fire detector with a broom until it fell silence. Then she returned to the stove to throw her meal a morose look. If her ham hadn’t been ruined already, it was now.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Mo demanded in aggrieved affrontery, pulling out her obliterated meal once he’d assured himself that the fire had been extinguished. Wiping off some of the chemicals coating the top, he poked around at the charred meal and exclaimed, “You left the plastic on?”

“What? No, of course not! I removed the plastic!” Zoey peered around Mo’s shoulder to look at the ham, poking it with one dubious finger. “There was a second layer of plastic on the back half of it?” There was, now both firmly baked into the outer skin of the ham and crispy from where it had gone aflame.

Mo sighed and looked around, taking in the scene. Zoey in her dress and heels, way beyond “stay-at-home casual.” The dining table, set for two. The romantic music playing softly over her radio.

“I-I-I-” Zoey stammered, trying to come up with some sort of self-defense, but Mo wasn’t hearing it.

“What did I tell you about props and gimmicks? Would you please go tell Max how you feel about him before you burn down this entire building?”

“I just thought…a romantic meal…”

Grabbing her gently but firmly by the shoulders, he steered her towards the door. “Go. Tell. Him. How. You. Feel.”

“But my meal!” she protested weakly.

He shook his head. “It’s already had a Viking funeral. There’s nothing more we can do for it now. Go take care of this while I dispose of the body. Go.”

Dejected that her plans had once again followed through, Zoey dug in her heels. “Wait! I need my jacket. That black one. And – and my purse.”

She gestured and Mo leaned over to grab both items, passing them over with a dubious look. “That’s yours?” he asked when she slipped the jacket on. It smelled like Max, and Zoey breathed in deeply, pretending it was his arms wrapped around her.

It was huge on her, but she nodded. “Yup! Okay, well…I should go, I guess.”

“Uh huh. Just try not to do anything weird between here and there. I don’t want to get any calls that you’ve been sent to the hospital. Or jail.”

“You won’t. Scout’s honor. You have nothing to worry about!”

Mo shot a pointed look over his shoulder at her demolished kitchen. “Uh huh.”

Zoey rocked back and forth on her toes as she stared at the door in front of her. Too scared to knock, she pulled her phone out of her purse and texted him instead. Hey, are you home? My mom said you left a coat at her place. I’m in the neighborhood, so I can drop it by if you’re there.

She could actually hear his phone chirp through the door. A few seconds later, she got the response. You don’t need to do that! I can swing by and pick it up later if you don’t want to go out of your way. Or you can bring it to work. Thanks for the offer!

He ended his text with a smiley emoji, and she spent much longer than necessary trying to decipher what that meant. Was he genuinely just worried about her taking a special trip? Or was this part of his efforts to avoid her?

She considered making a run for it, but she suspected Mo wouldn’t let her back into her apartment unless he was certain she’d told Max the truth and would theoretically no longer be a danger to herself or others. Before she could lose whatever shred of nerve she still retained, she shrugged out of his coat (admittedly reluctantly), lifted her hand, and rapped briskly on his door.

He opened it a few seconds later, his face a mask of surprise. “Zoey? Wow, that was…really fast.”

What she meant to say was, “Hey! Like I said, I was in the neighborhood.” What she actually said sounded like, “Hey, Ma-nipples.”

He was shirtless again. Didn’t he know what that did to her self-composure? To her ability to string a coherent thought together? Granted, it wasn’t exactly fair of her to blame him. He’d had no real reason to know she was lurking outside his door when she’d sent him that text. But still.

He looked adorably awkward as he lifted one hand to run his fingers through his wet hair, trying to get it in some semblance of order. She’d apparently caught him coming out of the shower. So he was standing in front of her both half-naked and damp? Good. Lord.

Oblivious to her sudden struggle for air, he explained, “Yeah, sorry. I just got back from the gym. I didn’t realize you were coming by.” He hesitated for a moment and then asked, “Do you want to come in?” As she stepped through the door, he looked over his shoulder like he wasn’t sure if he should go grab a shirt. Or like he wasn’t alone.

She stumbled to a halt, her heart seizing in her chest. “Oh, god. You’re not busy, are you? I mean, if you have someone here -”

He cocked his head to the side, throwing her a confused smile. “No, of course not!” Glancing down, he leaned in, his hand reaching towards her. “Oh, I should –”

His face was moving closer to hers, and Zoey’s brain backfired. This was it! The moment she’d been waiting for! Her little MaxBot and ZoeyBots had traversed the maze, avoiding homicidal staplers, menacing balloons, and boiling vats of coffee (and, after tonight, actual bursts of fire that she might as well program in when she got home), and it was finally time to do the thing she’d fantasized about all week! Success!

Completely forgetting that she was holding his coat – and that she hadn’t actually gotten around to confessing her feelings yet – she lurched forward, convinced he was about to initiate a kiss. A kiss she fully intended to reciprocate. The most perfect first kiss one could ever possibly imagine, she was sure.

Instead, in her haste and panic, she missed the mark. Instead of a romantic first kiss, she accidentally semi-headbutted him, her lips landing somewhere in vicinity of the air below his chin. He jerked back in surprise, causing her to lose her balance and stumble forward, stomping on his toe.

“Zoey! What was that?” he yelped, hand cupped over his nose, as he hopped on one foot. Is it broken? Am I bleeding?” She was too horrified at herself to respond, so he pulled his hand away to check for blood before throwing her a bewildered look. “Did you come over here to headbutt me for not being able to hang out lately? Because I really have been busy.”

“What?” she protested. “Of course not!”

He must have seen the misery on her face, because his grimace melted into a soft, reassuring smile. Clearly struggling to hold back a wince, he asked gently, “Okay, then, do you want to tell me what this is all about? Trust me. You have my undivided attention.”

She clutched her hands in front of her, trying to stop them from trembling, and tried to find the words to explain. She found she couldn’t look him in the eye and form a coherent thought. His lips also seemed a little too daunting. His chest was…nope. Still bare. She wasn’t even going to attempt it. Fixing her attention to a spot roughly around his Adam’s apple – that seemed more or less safe enough – she tried to remember part of the elegant speech she’d prepared earlier in the week to tell him how she felt. The only thing that came to mind was “You Max” and she’d already discovered first-hand how insufficient that was to get the job done.

Taking a deep breath, she plunged forward. “I’m…not very good with people. I think we both know that. The only thing I’m really good at is programming! And so I just thought…if I could get the Zoey-Bot and the Max-Bot through the maze…”

Even she could tell she wasn’t making any sense. His Adam’s apple moved as he asked, “The…Max-Bot? I-I don’t…You want me to build some-”

“No. That’s not what I’m trying to say.” Staring at his neck wasn’t helping, so she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to pull herself together. “I’m trying to say that I took your advice and I talked to my mom.”

Silence fell between them for a few seconds before he replied gently, “Oh. Well, that’s good! Isn’t it? What did she say?”

She opened her eyes, meeting his unflinchingly. “She said…after she met my dad, she could spend the rest of her life running from the way she felt about him, trying to protect her heart. Or she could take a chance that she might lose him one day, and cherish every moment they were lucky to have each other along the way. The good days and the bad, as long as they were together. She said that you can never know the future, but the happiness she found when she chose to take a chance on my dad, when she chose love, outweighed all the pain. Even the pain of losing him.” She had said that, no matter how much it would hurt to lose Zoey’s father, she would never, ever regret loving him.

Max didn’t move. Didn’t speak. As far as she could tell, barely breathed. So she took a tiny step towards him and confessed, “And Max…I promised I would be honest with you, so I will. I’m still scared. And I don’t want to ever lose you. I don’t know how I could bear it. But I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you…a long time ago. Even though I was too scared to admit it to myself. And, who knows? Maybe I never would have if it weren’t for my superpower. Maybe? What I do know is that being with you…it makes me happy. So I’m – I’m choosing love over fear. I’m choosing you. I mean, to be with you.” Her courage depleted, she finished lamely, “I, I mean…if that’s…if that’s still what you want?”

He reached out, trailing fingertips down her arm until she released the death grip she hand on her hands and took his in hers. Her skin felt cold and, she was afraid, probably clammy. But she could swear he was trembling, too, and it wasn’t just her. “What I want? Of course it is! Zoey, I’m not trying to push you into anything. We don’t have to go fast with this! I know you’re scared about what might happen. I’m scared, too. I don’t want to lose you, either! It’s why I didn’t tell you how I felt for so long. But I also know that when I think about the future – my future – I want you to be in it. And that’s worth taking a chance on. I don’t mind taking this slow, as long as we’re doing it together.”

Her breath escaped her with a whoosh, as she felt the tension drain from her shoulders. “Really?”

“Really,” he responded reassuringly, giving her hand a quick squeeze. “As long as you promise Manipples also isn’t going to be my new nickname.” That elicited a laugh, so he suggested, “I have an idea. Why don’t I…put on a shirt,” his mouth curved into that boyish grin that she loved so much as he gestured vaguely at his chest, “and then we can watch a movie together.”

“I’d like that,” she replied, rocking up onto her toes as she returned his smile.

“But first, if you don’t mind…could we try that kiss again?” At his surprised look, she smiled sheepishly and explained, “I’d like to be able to say that I managed it without nearly sending you to the hospital. I made a promise to Mo, after all.” Plus, it was pretty mortifying that he hadn’t even been aware that’s what she’d been attempting when she nearly knocked him out.

“Yeah, of course,” Max breathed, tugging gently on her hand to pull her forward. Stepping into his embrace was like coming home, she realized, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down towards her. With one hand resting between her shoulder blades and the other at the small of her back, he pulled her tight against him. Zoey closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of his lips as they brushed softly against hers once, then twice. She parted her lips and heard him groan deep in his throat as he deepened the kiss.

She thought she could stand there in Max’s entranceway, kissing him forever, but he finally gave her one last, tender kiss and pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you, Zoey,” he whispered.

“I love you, Max,” she breathed in return.

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impalaimagining · 7 years ago

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Part 2!!! Something’s happening is awesome!!!

Thank you!!! I’m pretty far into part 2 already and there’s more coming! I can’t wait for y’all to read it after the amazing feedback I received on the first part!

Something Is Happening

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impala-dreamer · 7 years ago

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I’ll just be the crazy aunt that is everybody’s favorite anyways ;)

ohhhh lordy. will you buy me booze? i feel like that’s a crazy aunt thing to do. lol

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inkoutsidethelines · 7 years ago

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I do mean that I’d like tagged when you post the chapters for Ties that Bind! I’m really looking forward to this story and there’s so much out there I’m afraid I won’t be able to find it!

I’ll definitely do that when I start posting then! Thanks for your excitement; I hope you’ll enjoy it when it goes up!

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arazialotis · 4 years ago

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Part of the Family

No Pairing

Word Count: Around 950

This is for ALLEIRADAYNE’S 2020 SUPERNATURAL SUMMER SHUT-IN CHALLENGE! Congrats love on surpassing 1000k and hopefully that number continues to grow! (Also, thanks for the reminder, oops!) If you are not already, go follow @alleiradayne for some killer content!

Summary: After the end of the hunt, the reader gets emotional about parting ways leading the Winchesters to a suggestion, that is perhaps the most comforting thought I could muster... joining the fam.

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Your back was beat up and bruised. Not from the hunt. No, you had a nice new pair of stitches on your forearm thanks to that; your back ached from sleeping on the motel’s couch four nights in a row. You arched the curve of your spine and stretched to the ceiling hoping things would fall into place. Defeated, you huffed at the attempt.

Sam and Dean had been lazily getting around, packing up as they went. Your duffel had been ready twenty minutes ago, but you couldn’t bear to say goodbye. As Dean finished packing his toiletries in the restroom, Sam sat at the end of his bed, eyeing you with curiosity.

“So.” He started. “What’s next for you Y/N?”

You chuckled before gazing down to your hands, anxiously fiddling with the keys. Typically you would be out of here already, another case lined up, but this was different. Your heart tugged at the strings of loneliness. Licking your lips, you lifted your eyes back to his, putting on a fake smile. “Ah, you know the life. I’ll find something down the road.”

Dean walked in the room, zipping up the cosmetic bag. “Better not find you on the same case as us.” He teased.

“Hey!” You playfully defended. “I got here first.”

“And who did you call to bail you out of jail?” Dean reminded you.

You pursed your lips together in a pout.

“Again?” He chuckled, popping an eyebrow before throwing his duffle over his shoulder. “Don’t make a habit of it.” You threw your hands out. “If I didn’t, how’d I ever get the pleasure of your company?” Dean smiled and after an awkward space of silence, hit Sam on the shoulder. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” He joined Dean heading out the door, pausing to turn as you stayed seated, lost in thought. “You staying an extra night?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah… I don’t… no. Maybe?”

Sam pulled at Dean’s jacket to stop him. “You alright Y/N?”

You jerked yourself out of the fog and stood to join them. “Peachy.” But as you inched towards the door, their figures blocked the entrance making it clear they weren’t allowing you to leave until you convinced them otherwise.

“Oh, come on guys.” You threw your duffle at their feet. “Let’s act like the stone hard adults we pretend to be, skip the melodramatic bull crap your pushing, and get on with our pathetic lives.”

Dean was satisfied and ready to continue on until he realized Sam wasn’t letting this go.

Sam dropped his bag. “Well now I know something is wrong. Care to elaborate?”

You scoffed, frustrated at his intrusion. Your feet started pacing the room feeling like a cornered cat with no room for escape. Defeated your gave up and sat at the end of the bed, resting your head in your hands. As hard as you tried to contain it, a single tear welled up in the corner of your eye. “Fuck. I promised never to do this in front of you.” You wiped away the tear but more came so you buried your face further.

Dean leaned into Sam’s ear, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Time of the month?”

Sam elbowed him in the side earning a small grunt.

The bed dipped next to you, followed by the other side. You leaned your head instinctively onto Sam’s shoulder. He cautiously patted your knee until his hand settled there. Dean gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

A few moments passed before you calmed down. You owed them an explanation but didn’t know where to start.

“I…” Your breath hitched. “I’m sorry. I…”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Dean stated catching you off guard, expecting something like that from Sam, not him.

You looked at him. His green eyes shining and his soft smile giving you courage to continue. “I don’t even really understand where this came from.” You sighed. “I guess work has piled up lately and taken a lot of me… But this week, having the two of you, it made me forget the hard parts.” You chuckled remembering the antics and bickering. “You made it fun. And, well, I’m scared to go back to being alone… to feeling alone.”

“You’re not alone.” Sam opposed.

“You’re never alone.” Dean agreed. “You’ve got us.”

You jolted up. “You say that, but it’s not true. You two are always together so you don’t know. You’re able to be distracted, to let things go, to not stay so focused on the brutality, on the failures. You’re able to bounce things over, talk things out, to forget. I don’t have that luxury. And god, if I called on you every time I felt this way, I might as well just live with you cause you’d never hear the end of it.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other, silently agreeing on a pact. Dean stood first. “So then why don’t you?” Sam joined him.

You glanced between them. “What?” “Join us.” Sam proposed, as if it were just as simple as that.

“I…” You were at a loss for words. You had dreamed of a moment such as this. They were practically brothers to you. The only family you had.

As if Dean could read your mind; “You’re part of the family now, don’t ever think you’re not.” He reassured.

You almost protested but couldn’t. Spreading your arms as wide as you wrapped them both up into a hug. The three of you stood there for a moment, comforted by the tightness of their embrace.

Dean’s cough broke the circle. “K, enough of the chick flick stuff. Lets get home.”

Grabbing the bags off the floor, the three of you headed off. Well almost, until your stomach grumbled a complaint. “Breakfast first?” You suggested.

Dean whooped immidiately in response. “Hell yes!”

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a-winchester-fairytale · 4 years ago

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Imagine Dean locking you in a cellar to protect you...

Dean x Reader Word Count: 750ish Warnings: little frustration, little snarky, (it’s meant to be light)

A/N: Please feel free to let me know what you think :) Hope you are having a good weekend.

It wasn’t your first hunt with Dean. It wasn’t even the first one without Sam along. As you made your way quietly through the building, looking for clues, you suddenly felt Dean grab you and pull you back.

“What the hell are you….” Your demands were cut short by Dean’s hand placed tightly over your lips. Angrily you struggled against him, but his strength was greater than you expected.

“Shhh…” He hushed into your ear. Before you could respond, you heard the heavy steps outside the door and allowed Dean to pull you backwards, farther into the shadows. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth as soon as you stopped struggling.

“Is that them?” You whispered and he nodded. “Then what are we doing hiding in here. Let’s take care of this now before it’s too late.”

“Don’t worry. I plan on it.” He said, stepping in front of you and slipping out of the door quicker than you knew he could move.

You stepped forward to follow him, gun raised, but when you reached for the door handle, it wouldn’t turn.

“Oh, you didn’t…” You whispered, shaking your head in disbelief. “When I get out of here, you are going to get it…” You whispered, shaking your head at his audacity.

You heard a crashing sound and shouting on the other side of the door and struggled fruitlessly to shake the handle loose. You jumped when you heard gunshots and froze for a moment, listening closely for any sound that would tell you if Dean was alright. When you didn’t hear anything else, you looked around and noticed an air vent in the ceiling. Sliding a chair under it so you could knock it loose, you were pulling yourself up into it when Dean opened the door to the room from the outside.

“I knew you were clever enough to get out of here if you had enough time.” He said. You dropped back down, un-amused by the smirk you saw on his face.

“Dean Winchester! How dare you lock me in here. What the hell were you thinking?” You snapped at him.

“I was thinking, I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” He answered, a little hurt at your hostility.

“That isn’t your decision to make.” You said, pushing past him out of the room. “And I can handle myself just fine.” Your words echoes behind you as you stormed outside.

Dean rolled his eyes, following back to the impala. “Look, I just wanted to protect you, alright?” He argued.

“You wouldn’t have done that to Sam, or Jody, or any other hunter.” You accused, more hurt than anger in your voice. “Why do it to me? Do you honestly think I can’t take care of myself?”

“No, it’s not that.” He answered, looking away and running his hand through his hair in obvious frustration.

“Then what is it?” You insisted, refusing to get in the impala until he answered you. Dean sighed, shutting the door again and stepping in front of you. You simply crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow, “Well?”

“it’s because I care about you!” He shouted. He took a few steps until he was right in front of you and he reached out to put his hands on your shoulders as he calmly added, “and not in the same way I care for Sam, or Jody, or any other hunter.”

You gazed up into his green eyes as the weight of what he was saying sank down over you. In all the times you had been around Dean, you had never realized that he might have feelings for you as more than a hunter and a friend.

“I’m sorry I locked you in that cellar.” He whispered, his hand reaching up to cup the side of your face.

You wanted to stay angry, but you felt yourself relaxing and a warm sensation filled your chest. Instead, you smiled up at him.

“Well, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.” You replied, raising your eyebrow. Dean laughed.

“That sounds more like a prize than a punishment.” He told you, leaning down to kiss you. “And I have a feeling I’m going to like serving time for this.”

“Let’s just say you’ll know exactly what you will be missing if you ever lock me up to keep me out of a hunt again.” You answered.

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brieannakeogh · 5 years ago

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Dog Days of Summer- Ch 16 Epilogue

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.

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Chapter 16 Epilogue

A loud metal sound from the knock at the door woke you up. It had only been a nap so the sunlight still came in the window beside the bed. Grunting irritably you reach beside you to push Chris awake, only to find nothing in the bed. Another loud knock came back. “Hold your horses, I’ll be there in a minute!” You groan and find yourself a little dizzy since you sat up too quick. Slipping off the bed you waddle the short few feet to the door of the trailer. The set assistant looks embarrassed to have woken you up.

“I’m sorry. I just needed to drop off the new script papers for Chris. I didn’t know he wasn’t here.”

You glance at the clock and it does seem a bit later than he should be back. “He’s probably still doing set work. Sometimes it takes longer.” You shrug and take the papers. “I’ll pass it on when he gets back.” Closing the door, you walk slowly directly across from the door to the couch, sitting yourself and the paperwork down on it. Leaning back, eyes closed while your head is cushioned from back springs. You were still tired, but it wasn’t unusual anymore. It had been over a year since the two of you started dating, and only a few months shy from when you found out how much you loved each other. It brought a smile to your face thinking about the after effects.

What the two of you had talked about was all supposed to be reasonable. He was going to go back to the set and you were going to keep up at the new job, which of course lasted less than a month. At the time you were extremely worried about how he would react when you asked if you could join him at his last movie set. The “Thank God!” he replied to you, still makes you chuckle.

Everything the two of you had talked about never came slowly, like you had discussed. It was all quick and spontaneous, exactly like how your relationship started. The move in was hectic. Originally you assumed you would keep the apartment while you were living on the set with him, just in case it didn’t work out, but Chris got movers to get all of your things to his Boston condo within days. All you had to take to his set was clothing.

The second surprising timing was during his second movie since you had been dating. You had gone with him to stay on set, making friends with some of his co-actors and people who worked behind the scenes. They had hangouts after work, going drinking at the bar near the set. It was always fun, but Chris would drink quicker than you and go to his loud, happy personality most nights, including the one where his stunt double picked on him about how you were living together already.

“Of course we are!” Chris shouted, throwing an arm around your waist. “It’s not like we aren’t getting married next year.”

“What?” You choked on the sip you had in your mouth.

“Yeah…?” His face went from wondering what was wrong with you, to eyes wide in surprise. “Oh! I forgot I hadn’t asked you yet! I was waiting to buy a good ring. Maybe tomorrow we can go get one? I wasn’t 100% sure what you would prefer, so this would be much better, right?”

“Yeah, perfect idea.” Drinking the rest of glass down to keep your nerves in check. He stuck with it the next morning, which really made you know about his tolerance to alcohol.

Of course since he surprises you with the proposal, you knew you had to surprise him with the other bit of info before the wedding. You had stuck it in a box, wrapped it with some holiday paper and a bow, even though it wasn’t near the holiday, and set it in his seat at home. He was looking for the third movie and had gone out to his interview with the director, giving you plenty of time to set him up. He knew you were up to something as he unwrapped his ‘present’ but went super excited when he saw what was inside. At least until he dropped the tester and went to wash his hands. “Next time don’t give me the thing you pee onto! Maybe just a doctor’s test showing it.” he shouted from the kitchen sink.

You giggled holding your pregnancy bump on the couch remembering his expression. Now you just needed to figure out what you were going to do a few years from now when it happens again. It was about this time the door opens and Chris walks in the trailer. “What are you laughing about?” He asks smiling at you.

“Just thinking about what I should do the next time this happens.” You pat your bump which makes the baby kick in the same spot. It wasn’t much longer and knew he or she would come out to surprise both of you before the movie was done.

“Well just make sure we have number two after the wedding. I still can’t figure out why you wanted to wait on that.” He sits beside you, moving the paperwork to the side table.

“It’s simple. I want to be in a sexy corset during the wedding, not a pregnancy dress. Plus if we do it in a couple of years we’ll have a walking baby to bring the rings instead of Dodger.”

“I still think Dodger is the best prospect.”

“Fine we’ll do both and we know Popcorn will just be bored in a seat.”

“Both it is Mrs. Evans.”

“Now Mr. Evans, you should remember I’ll keep my own name.”

“Hmf, we’ll see what you do after the wedding.” He whispers close to your own lips, before taking them in to repeat every kiss you can’t get enough of. Who knows what the future holds?

It’s the end! Hopefully you all enjoyed this. I just had this feeling that if Chris decided to do something time is NOT going to be involved lol. I’ve still got bunch of partially written things that I hadn’t even posted, we’ll see how I do on those. Have a great weekend and an awesome Holiday next month!

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vilindeer · 4 years ago

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Thanks for the tag @jacquiebethelina44 .I love these things.😊😊

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Favorite Colours: Blue,Black and light Peach

Last Song I Listened To: "Used to this " by Camilla Cabello (but I have had Reputation by Taylor Swift on loop lately)

Favorite Musicians: Taylor Swift ,The Script, Daughtry and lately a portuguese band called Quatro e Meia.

Last Movie I Watched: Knives Out (and loved it soo much!! is like watching Agatha Christie)

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blacktithe7 · 5 years ago

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@aubreystilinski responded to your post:

Always loving your stuff!

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impalaimagining · 7 years ago

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Absolutely want a part 3 of something’s happening!!!

Eeeep thank you!

Something Is Happening [2]

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roxyspearing · 6 years ago

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Baby, it's cold inside

Two fics in one week :) this is my entry for @jayankles and their quote challenge! I chose 'you look pretty hot in plaid' and is bolded below. This also fills my 'huddling for warmth' square for @spnfluffbingo

Word count: 738

Pairing/characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Square filled: huddling for warmth

“Fucking damn it, you fucking piece of shit, good for nothing shit damn it!!” Pushing your hair out of your face, you groan in exasperation as the door to your motel room opens, bringing in a huge gust of arctic air and your partner for this hunt you're on. “You OK there Y/N? I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth on you.” You don't even need to turn around, the smirk on Dean Winchester’s face making itself known as he teases you. “This poxy, pitiful excuse for central heating has broken down! And it's meant to be like -10 tonight!” Growling, you throw yourself down onto the bed you had claimed earlier. “Here.” Dean passes over the bags he'd gone and fetched out of his car. “Let me take a look.” “Have at it dude.”

Two hours later, and Dean's also admitted defeat, but not before letting out a few choice curses and insults of his own. The reception and manager's office were locked up tight, no doubt that the staff have left to get to their toasty warm homes. You've raided your bag, and are wearing a sweatshirt and joggers over a long sleeved top, and have every pair of socks with you on. Yet you're still shivering, having always been a total summer baby. You're trying to imagine yourself on the beach, sipping cocktails while any of the hot Marvel Chris' fan you with palm fronds, when the bed jostles as Dean sits down next to you. “What are you doing? Your bed's over there.” “Yup.” Dean agrees, dragging the p out with an exaggerated pop. “But if it's really gonna be as cold as you say, then with no heating we need to find other ways of staying warm. So, share a bed it is.” “Share a bed it is not. You wanna stay warm, then just do as I did. Forget diamonds, layers are a girl's best friend right now.” “And that works?” “Oh yeah. You could cook an egg on me right now.” Dean nods, and pushes himself onto his feet. You're just gritting your teeth together as another shiver wracks your body, when your vision is suddenly all red flannel. “You're shivering so hard you'd think that bed had magic fingers. Put that on.” Dean’s voice is soft but firm, and you slide your arms into his still warm flannel shirt as you watch him pull out another one from his duffel, and then grab all the sheets and blankets off his bed. “Better?” “Yes. Thank you Dean.” “You're welcome. You know, I gotta say, you look pretty hot in plaid.” “Really? Where's this coming from, seeing how fifty percent of my wardrobe is plaid?” You ask, shifting over so Dean can get comfortable. “Fine. You look pretty hot in my plaid.” “Oh.” You turn your head away at that, but not before Dean sees the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

Somehow, you manage to get Dean and yourself to focus on the case that brought you here, and by the time you've got a plan of action sorted for the morning, the clock's pushing midnight. “Should probably get some sleep.” You suggest, but making no effort to move. While you talked you managed to end up pressed against Dean's side, the man being a walking radiator. “Probably should. Try not to kick me in your sleep?” “Oh my god, that was one time!” “And let's keep it that way.” Closing your laptop, Dean stretches out of the blanket cocoon and places it on the side table, before switching off the lamp. The moonlight streaming through the gap in the curtains is enough to see by as Dean shuffles down the bed, getting himself comfortable before opening his arms to you in a ‘come here' gesture. “Really, Dean, if you want a cuddle that bad just say so.” Giggling at Dean's full body eye roll, you shuffle down, ending up with one of Dean's arms round your waist, the other holding your arm. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you sigh, the heat from Dean more than enough to make your eyelids droop, so much so that it takes a couple of days to realize you weren't actually dreaming when you hear Dean tell you he loves you, and even then it takes him grabbing you and kissing you breathless mid-hunt when you suggest acting as bait.

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arazialotis · 6 years ago

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Unmade

A quick little, angsty Michael!Dean X Reader drabble inspired on the song Unmade that’s been stuck in my head for days.

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Rain poured down in the streets of Cincinnati. It had been cold and gray for weeks, as was usual for the season. But Michael liked it. He paced the streets and alleyways. The rain drew away the crowds and drowned out the noise except for the occasional car that splashed into a nearby puddle. It made the world move slower. It allowed him time to think, to plan.

You sat alone, on a park bench. Alone in the storm. A paper you held in your hands had now become drenched to the point of no return. Your wet hair clung to your face and the only thing providing you warmth were the tears sliding down your cheeks masked by the rain.

A cloaked figure passed by, not noticing you at first. After few feet ahead, he had stopped in his tracks and turned back around joining you on the bench. From the moment he sat down, the rain seemed to have stopped falling on you, as if he held an umbrella over your head, yet where it should be was empty. A single white feather dropped onto your thigh, but you remained staring into the distance hoping he would soon leave you alone.

“Why are you out here?” He asked.

You shook your head and clenched your arms around your waist. But he didn’t pester you. He simply sat there permitting the quiet to exist. Fifteen minutes must have passed before you felt you owed him a response. Even then, the thoughts you had might scare him away. Which would be for the best.

“This world sucks.” You stated. A shift next to you told you he was listening. “It’s broken, and full of evil, and evil people, and there’s nothing that can be done. It’s hopeless. No matter how hard I have tried to bring good and light to it, the darkness always wins. As long as humanity exists, there is no point. We’ve screwed ourselves past the point of salvation. I wish we would all just get it over with and blow each other up already.” You were hoping he would have high-tailed it out of town but he remained.

He lightly chuckled. “Who hurt you?” You briefly looked at him for the first time, caught off guard by the glowing warmth you found in those green eyes. But you quickly looked back down to your feet. “Everyone.”

“You don’t need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. As long as you make an impact to one person.” He advised, but underneath it seemed more like a test.

You shook your head. “No. Kindness isn’t some kind of pyramid scheme. And the pay it forward methodology doesn’t work because someone will always be there to take advantage. Just because there is one positive action does not cancel out the numerous negative actions.” You rambled, the logic perhaps only making sense to just you. “A glass of water, tainted with a drop of dye, will never be clear again.”

But to Michael, there was nothing more logical to describe God’s failed experiment. “Perhaps yes. Without intervention.” He paused. “What if we could change it?”

You looked back to him. “It’s not possible and I’m tired of trying.”

“Through human means, yes. What if there was another way? Would you take it?” Behind the peaceful green eyes, almost glowed a blue.

You nodded your head. “Of course.”

His head leaned in closer to yours. “Join me Y/N.” He whispered.

You weren’t sure what came over you, but in all your life you had never felt such peace or serenity. Reaching up, you brought your lips closer to his, meeting in a slow, passionate kiss. As his lips danced on yours, you felt the rain start again, mixing in between breaths and caressing lips. Michael released a stream of grace that flowed through his breath and into yours.

You pulled back, noticing the change immediately. Your eyes glowed blue. Your hands reached out before you, you took time to examine them as you felt an unexplainable power flowing through. You looked back to him and he eagerly smiled. And your words you said before, had never felt more true, more clear than in this moment.

“When God finished creation, he said it was good.” Michael took your hand in his.

Without blinking you finished his thought. “He lied.”

He smiled at your response. “The only thing humanity deserves is to be unmade.”

“Broken into pieces. Split apart, back to the dust from whence it came.” You agreed. His vision in your mind.

He stood up from the bench, guiding you with him. “Shall we begin?”

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a-winchester-fairytale · 4 years ago

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Fight For Me

Summary: All you want is to start a life with the one you love, but there always seems to be one more uncertainty for TFW to face first.

Word Count: 500 -- no warnings

A/N: This is written for @alleiradayne Summer Shut In Challenge. The prompt is “I need you to fight for me” and is in bold. Please feel free to let me know what you think, and if you would like -- read more from my Masterlist here <3

“So, it’s not enough to save this world, you have to go looking for another world to save?” You threw the words at Dean, hurt and angry that he would go through the portal when no one knew if any of them would make it back.

“That’s not fair.” He replied, grabbing the few remaining items and stuffing them into the duffel bag.

“You’re right, Dean. None of this is fair, but I don’t want to lose you again.” You argued. “I need you to fight for me - for once.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” he yelled back. You huffed.

“This?” You asked in disbelief, your voice lower as you stared at him and realized that he didn’t get it. “This isn’t about me.” You told him, shaking your head sadly.

“Oh, it’s not?”

“No. This is about you...and Sam…and Cas…and the idea that none of you can rest until everything is perfect. It’s about how, until everything bad is gone from this life, you feel like you don’t deserve to have one.”

“Once upon a time, it was what you wanted too.” He accused. You nodded through the tears that sprung in your eyes.

“You’re right.” You admitted, looking around and then back at him standing there. “I guess that’s my fault for wanting more.” You added, sadly. You took a deep breath and walked away.

You almost made it back to your room before you felt Dean’s hand on your arm, gently turning you back to face him.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his voice soft. “You’re right.”

“Really?” You asked, surprised. “How’d that taste coming out of your mouth?” You teased a little and he chuckled.

“Like vinegar” He admitted. Now it was your turn to laugh. “Look, Y/N, I will always fight for you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you too much to lose you. I’m sorry if I made you feel anything less.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “I love you too.” You whispered in his ear and you felt his arms squeeze you tighter around your waist.

“If you don’t want me to go, I won’t go.” He promised, kissing you tenderly as you pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Sam and Cas can handle it.”

You sighed, knowing in your heart that – as much as you wanted to – you couldn’t ask him to do that. You bit down on your lip and shook your head.

“I just wish we could fix one world at a time.” You told him, almost laughing at the absurdity of that statement. “We don’t even know how that portal works, or if we can keep it open long enough for you to make it home. I mean, you guys are asking me to put my faith in Rowena and Lucifer.” You pointed out, squinting your eyes as you said it. Dean chuckled.

“Good point.” He admitted, his eyes looking up at the ceiling as he took a deep breath. ”How about instead, you put your faith in me?”

“Now, you are the one not playing fair.” You teased, but he smirked at you and shrugged. “You know I believe in you.”

“I know, generally more than I deserve.” He answered. He adjusted his arms to hold you tighter and rested his forehead against yours. “I promise you, no matter what happens, I will always come home to you.”

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brieannakeogh · 5 years ago

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Dog Days of Summer- Ch 13

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Warnings: No warnings

Chapter 13

Waking up to a horny Chris is a great way to start your day. Even with a headache from drinking, he refused to take anything until you were both satisfied. After, you walk to a dinner for the big breakfast you promised him. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, all the things he wouldn’t be able to eat for the next few months while filming.

The rest of the week went similarly. You or he would spend the night at the other’s apartment. Sex was frequent and amazing. He even dragged you to his gym a few times to spend more time together. Time flew by and soon it was Wednesday night and Chris had an early flight out the next morning.

Laying in bed tired and sweaty from a great round of the old bump and grind, you stare at the pattern on the ceiling, thoughts much too erratic and worrisome for how good he just fucked you.

“You’re doing that resting bitch face thing again, which usually means you’re thinking too much.” Chris turned to his side looking down at you, blocking your view and bringing you back into the moment.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You’re worried.”

“But I know I shouldn’t be! You’re wonderful…”

“I know.”

You continue, ignoring his interruption and Star Wars reference. “I just know things happen. Not that I think things will happen, but I’m going to miss you, and most importantly miss Dodger. I’ve just never felt this...attached before.”

He kisses your temple and lays back down, pulling you to him. “You’re right. Things happen, I’ve seen a lot of couples break up over the distance. Hell I’ve had people break up with me because of that. But if you find the right person it can work out. I’ve seen that too. Besides, I’ll be back in like three weeks, we’ve got a small break so I can come back for a few days.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right.”

“Also, we can maybe...when I come back, if it’s too much…” He takes a deep breath. “Maybe you can come with me. Come stay with me on set.” He was looking away from you when he said this, but your lack of a response after a few seconds had him turning to focus on your face.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t be serious. You had interviews this week, you needed a job, you couldn’t just follow him around like a groupie. “Chris...you know I would love to, but how can I? I’ve got an apartment, I need a job and what about Popcorn? I wouldn’t be able to take him with me.” You had depended on someone before, depended on them being there and got burned. Chris and you hadn’t even been dating that long. How could he be so cavalier with his freedom? If you did this you would be tied to him for everything. You knew he would come to regret it if he ever got tired of you, but would be too nice to do anything about it since he was the one to suggest it. “Let’s first see how we do with the distance. We can talk about it again on your break, I just don’t want you to rush into something and change your mind later.” He looked like he wanted to argue but just nodded his head and changed the subject.

Sleep didn’t come well to either of you that night, but you got up with him when his alarm went off. You were at his apartment since the driver the studio sent over was to come pick him up there. He finished packing the little bits and bobs he would be taking on the plane.

“My sister is coming to pick up Dodger later this afternoon. You can stay here if you’d like until then. I know it’s early for you.” He smirked, trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t really work, but you appreciated the effort.

“That’s ok. I think me and Popcorn are going to head out with you.” You didn’t want to tell him that his place would seem too empty without him.

Dodger came up and bumped his nose on Chris’ fist. He knew what packed bags ment. “It’s alright buddy, you won’t be left here for long. You get to go play with the kids! You’ll love that.” Chris giving him ear scratches and thumps on the side. Standing beside Chris you gave him pets too, knowing you wouldn’t see Dodger for just as long.

Chris’ phone dings and from the look on his face you know his ride is here.

All of the stuff you had brought over through the few weeks are gathered up by the door. Popcorn already in his harness but without the leash.

“Com’ere Bubbie.” You call to your dog.

“Did you just call Popcorn ‘Grandma’ in Yiddish?” Chris questions incredulously.

“Maybe…..What? Don’t give me that look, you call Dodger Bubba.”

“Fair enough.”

You stand up from leashing your dog to see a smiling Chris looking at you fondly, before he pulls you into one last hug and a kiss on the forehead. “Make sure you text me when you land.”

“Yes ma’am.” Scoffing, you turn your back to him to try and hide the tears threatening to fall, and gathered up your bags. He does the same and you walk out, hearing him lock the door while you call the elevator.

The ride is much too quick and soon you’re standing next to a nondescript black sadan, the driver packing the luggage in the trunk while you try to figure out what to say.

“It’s been surreal. You’re going to leave and it will feel like it was all a dream.”

“Come on now. I’m gonna facetime you so much you’ll get sick of me.”

“Hmmm, I don’t think that will be possible. Your face is too pretty to get tired of.”

“It’s all movie magic. I’m growing old and balding.”

Grabbing his chin and moving his head this way and that. “Yeah I can see the CG work from here.”

You both grew silent, interrupted by the driver telling Chris he needed to leave to make his flight. Chris nodded his head, not taking his eyes off you, before capturing your lips in a heated kiss that made you dizzy. “Hopefully that will last the three weeks I’m gone.”

“Yep, that should do it. Completely unfair, but I’ll still be thinking about that the whole time you're gone.”

“Good.” He squeezes your hand and bends down to pet Popcorn goodbye, mumbling something quietly to him.

You wave dumbly and yell at him after he closed the door, telling him to have a safe flight and to remember to let you know when he lands. The car drives off and you stand on the sidewalk until they turn the corner down the block, before walking in the direction to your apartment.

“You two were making my teeth hurt.” Charles, the driver, commented.

“Don’t be like that Charlie. You know we are adorable.”

A few minutes go past before Charles speaks up again, this time in a more somber tone. “I’m assuming you saw the paparazzi fucker when you kissed her?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Do you want me to call to try and block the photos?” Chris chewed on his lips before shaking his head no. “She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl that wants to be in the trash papers.”

Chris snorts. “You’re right about that, but I gotta know.”

“Know…?”

“If she can handle it. It’s going to eventually happen when I don’t see someone with a camera. We hadn’t been very discreet about it. I already like her too much. I don’t want to get too deep just to have her freak out on me when she sees herself on the internet.”

“Are you sure that’s the best way to go about it?”

Chris scrubs a hand over his face. “Can you think of a better way Charlie? Please tell me because I don’t know.” Charles keeps his lips pressed together. “It’ll be fine. I’ve got good fans, right? It has to be fine.”

Next Chapter

It’s been 85 years...Ok like 2 months, but still. Thank you all for your patience I appreciate it a lot. I’m already half way done with the next chapter so hopefully it won’t take as long as this one. Really ily guys!

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