#'it's the best' sammy says through a laugh. 'you're the best thing.'

[judesstfrancis]

vince darling and sammy aguilar on the brain.....

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Autographs

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re the social media manager for AFC Richmond’s socials. You’ve been seeing a trend of asking players for their autograph so you decided to try it out with your team.

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You hold your phone up as you peek into the locker room. All of the boys are dressed so you enter with a grin on your face. You keep a stack of papers close to your chest as you quickly head into Coach Beard's office.

"Hey, coach, training doesn't start for another thirty minutes, right?"

Beard checks his watch and nods, "Affirmative."

You nod, "Cool. I'm going to film some content for the socials then," you turn to Roy, starting with you. You press record and hold out a picture to him, "Can I get your autograph, coach?"

"Fucking hell," Roy grumbles as he sees a younger version of himself staring back at him, "Where the fuck did you find this?"

"Did some digging. Love the curls, by the way," you hold out a marker and Roy glares at you. He still scribbles out his name on the photo, handing it back to you, "There. Now fuck off."

You snicker, "Thanks a bunch!"

You exit the office and zero in on your boyfriend, Jamie. You waltz right up to him with giddiness. He smiles up at you as he finishes lacing up his boots. He stands and pecks your lips, "What's with the look, babes?"

You hold out a picture of a small Jamie posing on a pitch, "Can I have your autograph?"

His brows shoot up in surprise, "No fuckin' way. Where'd you find this?"

"I asked your mom to send me a pic of when you were little."

He chuckles, "Look at me. A sexy lil thing, aren't I?" You snort and hand him the marker. He signs his name and draws a heart, writing his initials and yours inside it. He caps the marker and hands it back to you along with the picture, "There ya go, babes."

"I'll cherish it forever."

You look down at your next photo and go up to Sam, who gives you a polite grin, "Good afternoon, Y/N!"

"Hi, Sam! Can I get your autograph?"

"Of course!" you hand him a picture of when he was a young teen and he laughs, "Oh my."

Jamie, who decided to follow you, reaches for the picture, "Aw look at you, Sammy boy!" Jamie shows all the boys Sam's picture and Sam bashfully chuckles.

"Alright, give it here, Jamie!" Sam swipes it back and signs his name. When he gives it back to you, he asks, "Where did you find this picture?"

"I scrolled through your old Facebook photos."

Sam sighs and shakes his head, "I knew I should've deleted those."

The next person you go up to is Colin. He's a small skinny thing, donning his primary school uniform, smiling widely.

Colin looks up at you in disbelief, "Did you reach out to my parents for this?"

You give a nonchalant shrug, "Maybe."

Each interaction with the boys went this way. Each one was surprised to see a picture of a younger version of them being handed to them. The surrounding players hollering and teasing each other for how they looked back then.

Jamie stood beside you the entire time, watching each interaction and just hanging around you. How could he not? He's always drawn to your presence. Not only that, he just adores how well you get along with the guys. You're sweet and funny, which makes it easy for them to say "yes" to whatever kind of video you want to film for the team's socials. You're very good at your job.

After all the photos are signed, you set them out so everyone can see. You stand back, watching the boys mess around with each other. You're already uploading the videos to your dropbox so you can edit them all together on your work computer.

Jamie wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your temple, "Must be nice getting paid to make fun of footballers," he says with a smirk.

You giggle, "So fun! Seriously so glad Keeley hired me on! Probably the most fun I've ever had in any job!"

"Also probably the best job ever since you get to hang around your hot footballer boyfriend too, yeah?" He gives you a playfully nudge.

You snort, turning to completely face him, your arms hooking behind his neck, "Oh absolutely," you lean in to kiss him but Roy steps in, pushing you two away from each other, "Get a room, you disgustingly cute little shits."

You look at each other confused, but then shrugged as Roy yelled, "Whistle! WHISTLE!" The gaggle of football players quiet and you quickly wave at Jamie. You blow a kiss at him and mouth, "I'll see you later."

He blows you a kiss back and waves, earning him a slap on the head from Roy.

"Oi! What the hell, gramps?"

"Pay attention!" Roy grumbles and turns his attention back to the rest of the players, ready to prepare them for today's training.

[high-ashell-hargrove]

Djinn,Dean and some damn pie

Summary: he wakes up in a bed that’s not his, in a house that is most definitely not either, the one familiar thing is you, or so he thought. The reason he knew it wasn’t you? His y/n would never turn down a piece of pie.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

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The sun shines through the sheer curtains, the smell of fresh linen fills Dean's senses. With a stretch he peaks open his eyes, adjusting to the room around him. Frantically he shoots up,

This wasn’t the motel bed he fell asleep in. Feeling underneath his pillow his gun had also been missing. Pulling back the covers Dean checks the room. No signs of any of his stuff other than a wardrobe that looked similar to his, followed by some women’s clothing. Striding out of the room dean is hit with the smell of freshly brewed Coffee, he follows it down the hall. 

Peering around the corner he's met with the sight of you, his best friend, a henley covering your frame. 

“Good morning” Dean said, breaking the silence in the air, cautiously approaching you. Looking up y/n smiles brightly, ambling over to Dean. wrapping her arms around his neck y/n gives him a slight peck. Pulling back Dean gives her a bewildered look. 

y/n head tilts to the side “you ok?” Dean nods. “Feels like I'm dreaming.”

Her hair smelt the same, so did her perfume, her eyes twinkled like they always have, how could he be?

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“Dammit Sam how could he be so stupid” y/n huffs, shoving her gun into her waistband. 

“Goes after a damn Djinn by himself” she mumbles under her breath. 

“We will find him y/n” Sam says, following behind her, slamming the motel door behind them. 

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Days passed, Dean couldn't shake the feeling of unease in his gut. Things werent adding up as he remembered but he continued to brush it off. Jess and Sam were married, y/n and him were engaged, and he worked at a garage fixing cars.

Unlocking the front door he's met with a dim house, y/n lay on the couch, curled up in a blanket. Crouching he sweeps the hair out of her face.

“Wake up sweetheart” Dean whispers, kissing her forehead. 

y/n stirs, groaning. “Welcome home” she sits up groggily. “Lets head to bed” standing up she wraps her hand around his, pulling him down the hall.

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“Sam its been days we are running out of time” y/n runs her hands across her face, days they spent searching and stressing. And still no trace of Dean. 

“What about this church, its the only abandoned place we havent searched yet '' Sam spins the laptop toward her. Squinting she nodded. 

“Worth a damn shot”

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Dean walked into the kitchen, sitting down at the marble island. A fresh pie sat in the middle

“Looks good,” Dean smiled, looking up at her. “Share a slice with me?”

y/n grimaced 

“Oh c'mon you love pie!” Dean scoffed. y/n shakes her head.

“Honey, it's too many calories.” y/n laughed, grabbing him a plate. 

His stomach dropped. He knew something wasn't right, and the piece of the puzzle was some damn pie?

He stood up, shoving her against the cabinets roughly, a loud screech echoing off of the walls 

“Dean baby-” he cut her off

“Dont, you're not y/n, not mine anyway.” his eyes scanned hers. Eyebrows pinched together. Memories of hunting the Djinn flooding back into his mind. 

“Dean stay here with me, please” a pleading wine left y/n’s throat “you are so happy here! Please! Stay happy with me”

Dean shakes his head angrily, sneering, his face getting closer to hers. 

“I want my real brother back, i want my real y/n back”

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y/n gasps, seeing Dean's limp body. Rushing to him she cuts him free from his ties. Cupping his face she shakes him roughly. 

“Dean! Cmon wake up” he was pale. Panic flooded her, her throat tightening and tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Roughly she slaps him across the face, a weak groan leaves his throat.

  “Sammy! Come help me get him in the car!”

Hours pass, y/n sit in a chair next to the bed, hands folded together, waiting for him to wake. 

Dean's eyes slowly open, the blur adjusting to y/n's frame. His eyes continue to scan the motel room, dingy walls, broken ceiling fan. His eyes dart back over to y/n. A chuckle erupted from his chest. 

“What the hell is so funny Winchester?” y/n said angrily. 

“You didn't want any damn pie” 

“Excuse me?”

Dean sat up slowly, still feeling weak. 

“The other you, Dream you? Didn't wanna eat any Damn pie, that's how i knew.” he chuckled again. y/n shook her head and rolled her eyes

“Dean Winchester I could skin you” grabbing him by his green henley she pulls him in for a kiss. 

“Did other me do that?”

He smirked “not as good”

[stargazedwinchester]

Too Soon? | Sam

Summary: Charlie teams you both up with the Winchester brothers for a case. After a very long road trip toward a hunt, someone's caught feelings for you.

Word count: 1,113

Let me know if you want a part 2!

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Charlie's excited grin means two things; there's a new World of Warcraft DLC, or she really wants you to do something with her. You huff, loosening your grip from her hands. "Char, I honestly really don't want to. I love you, I do, but..."

"Why, Y/N? It'll be so fun. Sam and Dean are so fun and so cool, you'll really like them. Even if it's a shitty boring hunt, at least you'll have me." She bounces up and down on the spot. "Please? Pretty please?" She begs, her ruby hair shining from the daylight coming through the window behind her. She looks at you in your eyes, pleading for you to once just say 'yes'.

You had been childhood best friends with Charlie ever since you both were bullied at school for playing video games during lunch breaks and recess. Both of you were the very few girls who would actually spend time around nerdy guys and weren't put off by them. Not that anyone gave them a chance, though.

"Okay, fine. I'll go with you. Just this once, though, you owe me." You give in, a smile creeping onto your face. What's the worst that could happen?

After Charlie's parents passed in a horrible accident when she was 14, she had been adopted by your father as both families were extremely close, good friends. It was almost like a dream come true for both of you at the time, being able to actually have a sister who's also your best friend? That's the best thing to ever happen to a child.

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You exit Charlie's beetle to a place that doesn't remotely resemble a home. "We're here?" You ask, squinting your eyes from the mid-summer sun blaring into your pupils. "Yep. They said to meet here." She says, checking her phone for any text messages. While glancing over at Charlie's phone, you notice two huge men walking toward you. "They're here!" She announces whilst the shorter man opens up his arms for her.

"Charlie!" He laughs gleefully, and she gives him a massive hug. You stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "Hey, I'm Y/N." You greet the taller one, he runs his hand through his hair, before shaking yours. "Hi Y'N. I'm Sam. Nice to meet you." You look up at him flashing him a quick smile. "I assume the other guy is Dean?" You question, and Charlie pulls your arm towards her. "Y/N! This is Dean, he's my favourite. No offence, Sam." She chuckles, and Sam grunts. "None taken." He says. "Hi, Dean. Nice to meet you." You hold out your hand for him to shake it, and he takes it. "Nice to meet you. We've heard lots about you." He shows you a warm smile, his eyes a lovely shade of green that you haven't seen before.

"The gangs back together!" Charlie exclaims, you furrow your brows. "Back together? I've never met these guys in my life."

"You get what I mean."

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After lots of arguing about who gets shotgun, Charlie sits in the front with Dean, and you're sat in the back with Sam. Charlie passes you snacks every so often so you don't feel left out.

"So, YN," Sam starts, taking his gaze off of the trees speeding past the car. "How long have you known Charlie?" He asks, his hazel eyes meeting yours. "My whole life. She's my sister." You trail your sentence, not understanding why Sam would ask this. Dean chuckles. "Sammy, you didn't know that?" He and Charlie start laughing before she reaches over the seat to face you both. "I never told him this. Sorry, Sam." She pops another snack in her mouth, and Sam rolls his eyes. "Perks of being the least favourite, I guess. I'm out of the loop, guys." He throws his hands up in the air, a grin on his face. "It's okay. I'll tell you everything you need to know." You turn yourself round to face him, starting with the story of how you met her, where you grew up and everything that happened with Charlies' parents and your own.

The sun is setting pretty quick, the clouds turning salmon and the sky a denim shade. Dean smoothly parked the Impala outside of a small '70s diner, you all climb out and walk inside to find a free table. Luckily, the place seems busy so you assume it's got good food. You're starving at this point so to be honest, you'd eat anything at this point. You sit opposite Sam, but next to Charlie who's already looking at a menu. Scanning the table, there are only two menus. Dean and Charlie are so lost in their own world that they wouldn't even think about sharing a menu. You snatch the menu out of Charlie's hand and usher her to share with Dean while yourself and Sam work something out between you both.

You stretch your legs out and accidentally hit something long in front of you, assuming it's the table leg, you stretch out further. "That's my leg." Sam says, catching your eyes, then quickly looking away. "Sorry," you mumbled, seeing him act so awkward was somewhat charming to you, how his good looks could so easily get him so many women, yet he seems so reserved and polite. There really aren't that many men in the world like this, at all.

His golden eyes meet yours again, but you're already staring back at him. Your eyes widened in surprise, you didn't even think that he'd look at you again. "What?" He huffs, a smirk appearing. Oh, he knows he's hot. A dimple forms and suddenly, you're really attracted. "Me? Nothing. I was daydreaming." You lie.

The waitress comes over and takes everyones orders, and Dean turns around to allow you both to order. He notices how flushed your cheeks are and Sam's sly grin, and he puts two and two together. He nudges Charlie, and they both glance at you, then Sam, then back at each other with a huge smile on each of their faces. "Look at you two love birds," Dean starts, and you roll your eyes. "Please, don't start." You can't stop a simper from taking shape on your face, Charlie slaps your arm. "You two would be so cute together!" She scoffs, you've never seen her this happy about something before, it's almost scary.

"No, it's far too soon to say anything like that, Char!" You hide your face in embarrassment. "Am I not allowed to make friends?" You say, hoping Sam would have something to add.

"Is it too soon?" Sam says, grinning from ear to ear.

[jerzwriter]

This story takes place on the night of All is Merry & Bright. Grandma Vivian is staying over to watch baby Samantha, so Casey has some time to think. Wrapped up in the warmth of family love & the Christmas spirit, she starts to think maybe Tobias is right about adding to the Carrick brood.

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series) Mini-Series: Round Two Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 792 Summary: See Above A/N: This little series will be a few (?) short stories leading up to Brooke Carrick's birth on August 30th.

Casey was curled up in bed, a book resting in her hands, though she couldn’t seem to focus on the words. Soft Christmas music piped through the air, blending with the hum of the holiday lights that twinkled outside, casting a festive glow throughout their bedroom. The house smelled like Christmastime  - sugar cookies fresh out of the oven, and the aroma of pine created a comforting, nostalgic mix that filled her with warmth.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and smiled. Sometimes, it was still hard for her to believe that this was their life. She and Tobias had just celebrated their second wedding anniversary, and this would be little Sammy’s second Christmas, too. If someone had told her five years before that this was where they'd be, she would have thought them crazy—but oh, how thrilled she was that they would have been right!

Tobias stepped into the room, a playful smile toying on his lips. “Ma’s got Sammy down for the night."

“Already?” Casey gasped.

“She’s out like a light,” he replied, settling in next to his wife. “She really does have the magic touch.”

“Well, she has had plenty of practice,” Casey grinned, wrapping her arms around him.

“Speaking of practice…” he smirked, pushing Casey on her back.

“Is that all you think about?” She laughed.

“When it comes to you? Pretty much,” he teased, running his hands through her hair.

She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. “So. What would you say if I told you that I might be ready to start practicing for real?”

“For real?” he laughed. “What have all the other times been for? Were they just...” Tobias’s eyes widened as realization set in, a look of shock settling on his face. “Wait... do you mean? Are you serious?”

Casey nodded, her smile growing as she watched his excitement build. “I’ve been thinking about it… and you’re right; maybe Sammy does need a sibling sooner rather than later. And I know how much you want to build that softball team of yours.”

“But you said... you wanted to... You’re serious?” He asked, his voice filling with hope. “You’re not just teasing me, right?”

“I’m not teasing,” she assured him, her hand gently playing with the stubble of his beard.

“Oh, my God, Casey,” he beamed, grasping the back of her head and pulling her into a passionate kiss. “This... this is incredible! This is the best Christmas gift you could ever give me!"

She could see the wheels spinning in his mind. “All right,” he grinned, slipping out of his pajama bottoms. “If we get started right now, our second little girl could be with us next Christmas.”

“Tobias!” She laughed. “Calm down! I’m more than happy to, uh - practice, but it's not like you're going to hit a home run tonight. These things can take time."

“Time,” he scoffed. “Please! Sammy didn’t take any time at all.”

“Sammy was unplanned, remember?”

“Exactly!”  Tobias exclaimed. “And it still happened. I’ve got Carrick magic on my side, baby. When I say this is happening... it's happening.”

Casey laughed, her heart swelling with love for this man who never failed to make her smile. “Okay, Mr. Magic, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Tobias rolled over, pinning his giggling wife gently beneath him, his eyes locking with hers with that look she once named "the panty drop."

“I’m not getting ahead of anything,” he purred. “I’m just being proactive.”

“Proactive, huh?” her voice a teasing whisper as she wrapped her arms behind his neck.

“Absolutely,” he murmured, kissing that sweet spot that always made her shiver, and it proved successful once again. “There’s no time like the present.”

Casey’s breath hitched as his hands began to wander, exploring every curve and dip of her body with a tenderness that still made her pulse race. Whoever said the honeymoon would end with these two just didn't know them at all.

“Maybe… maybe you’re right,” she breathed, her nails digging into his back.

Tobias smiled down at her, his eyes filled with love and desire, unlike anything he had known before. “I know I’m right. Next year, we’ll be taking our Christmas card photo with two little girls.”

“You don’t know that we’ll have another girl,” Casey cooed.

“Yes, I do,” he winked, dipping under the covers to do things that would never make it to the pages of their future child's baby book.

Casey laughed for a moment, but as passion burned between them, her laughter was cut short, and the rest of the world faded away as they set out on their shared mission; they were well-practiced for this one and oh so eager to begin.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[sxrahlynnn]

So I’ve been writing on wattpad for a couple years, and I guess I’ll start posting them here too! It’s mostly just Sam one shots/scenarios because Sam deserves more attention. I don’t see enough of him anywhere.

Here’s one of my one shots/scenarios. If it’s corny and some grammar is off, it’s because I don’t feel like proofreading and I’m just copying and pasting from wattpad. Anyways, feedback is always welcomed :3

This one is a little shorter since it was the first one I had ever written a couple years back!

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That Time of Month

(SamxFem Reader)

(Or if you’re a person who gets a period)

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You woke up to extreme pain. Immediately, the pain made you curl up in a ball.

"Leave me here to die" you said to yourself while pulling the blankets over you. You had fallen asleep again, and woke up three hours later.

"11? Jeez. How long was I asleep for?" You were quickly reminded of the pain you had earlier. While moving around, you felt a wet spot on the bed. "Are you kidding me???" You groaned. You bled through your clothes, and onto the bed sheets. "Shit, I don't have the energy to get this cleaned."

There was a knock on your door.

"Y/n!!!! I'm coming in." A voiced rang through the room. It was Sam. Poor timing.

"Go away, Sammy" you yelled back, "not a good ti-" but before you could finish your sentence, he was already in the house.

"What's wrong, why have-" he stopped dead in his tracks when he looked to see you. "You look like shit."

"Yes because that's what every girl wants to hear." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to say that. You just don't look like you're feeling too well." He said regretting what he said just moments before.

"That's because I'm not. Now can you please leave me alone?" You turned around to go back to bed.

"Uh. I can take care of you" he said, "…if you want."

"I'm a big girl, Sammy, I can handle my own." Then a sharp cramp hit. You gripped your stomach.

"Here's let's get you back to bed" Sam rushed over to you when he saw you holding yourself tightly.

As you were walking to bed, you remembered that you stained the bed, and you didn't want him seeing it. For one that's embarrassing, and two you didn't want him knowing you were on your period.

"I-uh," you stuttered, "I'm fine. I can make it by myself the rest of the way" you said stopping him from walking any closer to the room.

"Y/n, please, you're not feeling well. I just want to know you're okay." He walked through the door, making you grimace in embarrassment. "Oh my god y/n, you're bleeding?" Sam said looking at the bed, "Did you get stabbed? Did someone hurt you?? Who did this to you? I'll make sure they get it real good."

You laughed a little. "No, Sam. I didn't get stabbed. It's that time of month." You said the last part a little low out of embarrassment.

Sam cocked his head. "Huh?"

"Period, Sam. I'm on my period." You said slightly raising your voice.

Sam's mouth formed an "oh".

"Yeah." You said looking down.

"I'm gonna go" Sam rushed out of the door.

"I might've scared him off. Ughhhhh. Why me?" You felt defeated. You thought Sam thought you were gross. I mean why else would he have left so quickly after saying that. Sam was your best friend, so you thought your friendship might be over based on the way he ran out.

You decided to lay on the couch with the blanket. You were in too much pain to throw the sheets in the wash, and you didn't want to lay on your bed without your sheets, or worse, on the blood stained sheets. So the couch it was.

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You must have fallen asleep because you woke up, and the first thing you noticed was the strong smell of chocolate chip pancakes. You jolted up quickly. "Did I forget I was cooking something?" You asked quietly to yourself. You rushed off of the couch, and into the kitchen. You saw freshly made pancakes being cooked, so you knew it couldn't have been you. These were just poured into the pan. A little weirded out, you walk around your house to see if there was somebody inside, but didn't see a single person.

You walked into your room, and noticed that the sheets were gone. "Did I put them in the wash in my sleep?" Now you were really confused. You looked at your nightstand, and saw a small basket full of goodies. You decided to take a closer look. Inside were your favorite chocolate bars, a cold brew coffee, your favorite kind of cold brew, along with tampons, pads, and a coloring book with colored pencils. "What the hell?" Then, a big thud came from outside.

You ran. Someone is here, who knows how long they've been here for. You opened the door to go outside. There, you saw Sam on the ground, with the bucket of food spilled all over, and the chickens were going at it. You couldn't help but laugh. It was loud enough for him to hear. He turned and saw you standing at your front door.

"Well look who's finally awake. You've been asleep for a while. I thought I would come out here and take care of the animals and crops." He flashed a huge grin.

"You didn't have to do all this you know. I could've managed. I'm just glad we're still friends"

Sam looked at you confused. "Of course we're still friends? Did you have another dream where you I got mad at you, and broke the friendship off?" He said giving you a funny look.

"No, it's just that you ran off earlier with no explanation, so I thought I forever grossed you out." You said sadly.

"No. I ran out because I wanted to get you feeling better as soon as possible. So I went and got some things for you that I thought would help. And I know I'm not a cook, but I at least know how to make panca- THE PANCAKES! I forgot!" He got up so quickly and ran into the house past you. You followed behind him.

It was too late, the pancakes were already burnt. The fire alarm started going off.

"Shit" Sam grabbed a pan and started fanning it towards the smoke alarm. After about ten seconds, the alarm stopped beeping.

"Ugh. I can't even make something as simple as pancakes. Not even instant ones. How pathetic is that?" He said shaking his head.

"It's not pathetic, I think it's adorable that you even did this for me. Thank you, Sammy." You gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Also, I'm guessing you put the sheets in the wash" you grimaced in embarrassment.

Sam could feel the embarrassment coming off of you. "Relax, it's only a little bit of blood. Nothing to feel ashamed of. Speaking of that, it's probably done washing. I'm gonna go put it in the dryer." He got up off the chair.

He left his phone on the table. The screen was lit to the last thing he looked at. What you saw made you giggle. On the screen was an article on what to get someone who’s on their period. "So that's where he got the idea of a period basket. He's such a dork.”

[anthemofgvf]

Endless Summer: Josh Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

Part Seven

description: you and sammy have been best friends since you were kids, and being around his family was the norm your entire life. when invited to a trip to their family lake house during the summer, you find yourself spending more time with his brother than your best friend. and, one thing has been clear your entire friendship: brothers are off limits.

warnings for this series: alcohol and marijuana usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 8.8k+

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Slight shifting in your sleep, sniffling every few seconds to stifle your tears through the night. You were thankful you grew tired of crying and that was your way to sleep. But waking up the next morning with your body being its own alarm, you were reminded of the events of last night.

Every time you blinked to keep your eyes from their dry state, flickers of Sam's face flashed behind your lids. You had never seen someone look at you in such betrayal, let alone your best friend. For a moment, you thought it was a horrific nightmare, but with the scent of Josh's natural musk hitting your nose, you knew you were stupid to try and convince yourself that you hadn't completely broken Sam's trust for you.

And then there you were again, choking up on your hot tears and muffling yourself in Josh's chest just in case it would wake him up. It did stir him awake, and with a slight groan, he squeezed you tightly as a hand raised to the side of your head to place strangled hairs behind your ear.

You felt like apologizing for crying. For waking him up because you were riddled with such guilt. But you didn't think you'd be able to coherently say something with your throat holding itself in a knot, so you just ignored using words for now.

Josh pressed a light kiss on your forehead, rubbing his hand on your back up and down to try and soothe you. You were indecisive on whether to meet his eyes or not, but you chose too anyways.

You snaked a hand through your bodies and up to your face as you wiped your eyes clean of tears. With a few deep, collected breaths, you were able to suppress your crying and only feel the light headache that always told you that you weren't done crying, but for now, you were.

"How are you feeling?" Josh asked you hoarsely. He knew the answer; it was obvious with the lingering tears that rested in your waterlines. But he chose to bear the question anyways.

You let out an airy laugh in attempt to keep your suppressed cries down. "Like shit."

He clicked his teeth and pushed his bottom lip out enough into a pout. If a single tear fell down your cheek, he was there to wipe it free with his thumb.

You exhaled shakily, tugging on your bottom lip once your chin began to quiver. "I feel like a terrible fucking friend. I feel like this is all my fault."

He nodded slowly. "It's not your fault."

"Well, it has to be someone's, right? I'm not blaming you for this, because that's a shitty thing to do, but I think we are both in the wrong."

He gave you another nod. With a huff, he said, "I don't think we should settle on blaming each other because we are together, and Sam doesn't approve." He caressed your cheek with his thumb lightly. "You're not...you're not regretting any of this, are you?"

For a second, you hesitated. Of course, you didn't regret any of it, but regret did in fact punch you in the gut when you saw Sam's reaction. You weren't going to answer with uncertainty of how you felt, because this was not the time to lose another person and put you through more grief than you already had seemed to be in. You have always been sure of wanting Josh, despite what your best friend thought. But seeing how hurt Sam was, how disappointed he was in the both of you, gave you the impression that he would never forgive you.

"No, no I don't, Josh." You rubbed your lips together, following it with an inhale. "I just, I don't know how I'm going to face Sam again. There's now a huge elephant in the room we have to address, and I don't think I'm going to be able to do it without breaking down and feeling like I'm the wrong."

"You can't burden yourself with guilt because of him. You can't just let him make you feel shitty about your decisions because he doesn't like them. That's his own thing to deal with and get over." He cupped your cheek with his pinky finger running under your jaw to maintain eye contact with you. "I don't feel bad about anything we've done, but I do feel upset knowing I hurt him. But I'm not going to call it quits with you because he can't get a grip on the fact that we can't choose who we fall for. You said that the first night we kissed, remember?"

You gave him a quick nod. You knew he had more to say, so you watched him take a hesitant pause with an exhale and continuing.

"You can't blame yourself for having feelings, y/n. No matter how much you try to control them, they'll just end up bubbling up and consuming you until you can't fight them off anymore. Sam has every right to be upset because he's human, but he doesn't have the right to choose who you go out with. All we can do is just explain ourselves to him, and hope that he'll agree not to dismiss us because he doesn't like us together."

You slightly furrowed your brows together. "What if he doesn't want to talk to us? To see us? What if he's just so pissed off that he's decided to completely cut me off and-."

"Y/n, y/n," he gave you a quiet chuckle, rubbing your cheek with his thumb in a coaxing matter to get you to stop your rambling. "He's not going to do that. And he can't take me out of his life because we're brothers who so happen to be in a band together. You've been his best friend for so many years and this is the singular bump in the road you two have had together. If he's stuck around for this long, he's sure to listen and try to understand you and I."

You released yourself from his grasp as you rolled onto your back. You pressed the palm of your hand onto your forehead and gazed up to the ceiling. "All of this is giving me a headache," you shot your eyes to Josh, who raised himself up by his forearm and gave you a quiet laugh. "I just hope he doesn't hate me."

"Hate is a strong word." Josh cocked his head to the side and put on a sympathetic face.

"All of Sam's feelings are strong. I'm sure he feels a bit of hatred towards me, or us both. I mean, I don't blame him for feeling it."

"I know this is going to be hard to stop thinking about, but we should get some breakfast. Get up and get ready for the day so we can talk to him, alright? I'll be by your side through all of this. There's two of us in a relationship, not just one. I promise you that everything is going to-."

"Well, you promised me that he wouldn't find out the way he did, but that happened." You shot up from the bed, throwing your covers off yourself as you stood up from your mattress. You weren't sure why you were growing frustrated with Josh, maybe because he seemed to not be on the same level of hurt as you. "How can I believe that everything is going to be fine when he told me he was disappointed in me and looked at me with no remorse?" You flung your hands out from your sides. "How can I trust in you that you're going to help me fix this?"

He brought himself up on his knees and scooted over to you, flinging his legs off the bed and standing in front of you. "All I can do," he brought his hands to your face, "is promise you that I'm going to fix this - that we're going to fix this. All I can do is assure you that your pain is only temporary and that he's not going to fuck everything up because you feel guilty about it. You promised me that you wouldn't let him get in the way of us. Now, that's one promise I don't want to break." His eyes flicked between the both of yours before continuing. "Do you?"

Your eyes began to well up again with your bottom lip starting the rapid pace of shaking. He was speaking to you with a stern voice, and you weren't looking for a fight. You were just so exhausted with everything happening at once, and everything falling out of line. This wasn't in the plan; this wasn't supposed to happen. Now, you were unprepared. You were stuck staring at Josh with the thought of hesitancy.

You let out a choked breath that your throat forced you to release. "I don't, Josh. I'm just doubtful that this will all work itself out."

He brought your forehead to his lips, placing a long kiss onto it. After doing so, he brought you into his arms and had you wrapping your own around his back. "All we can do is grabble up as much hope as we can. It might take time to sort this out, but at least we can say we put the effort into making this better."

You squeezed him as tightly as your shut eyes were pressing themselves. Any tears that brewed up in your waterline had you forcing them out of your system so you could keep your composure. You were sick of crying over this, sick of feeling emotionally drained over the situation. It was the most frustrating thing to try and understand who was at fault in this, because who was to blame? It was like all of you were in the wrong, but all right in your own ways at the same time. An agonizing headache pounded at the back of your brain, and you decided that it was time to stop plaguing yourself and try to go on with the day.

You looked to Josh with your lips sealed together, nodding in understanding and bringing yourself to his lips. That kiss felt more like a promise to him. Like a promise that you weren't going to, in a sense, break up with him because of Sam. A promise to him that you weren't going to let your emotions get the best of you because Sam was a creeping thought in the back of your mind telling you that you should feel ashamed of your actions.

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You and Josh walked downstairs to Jake sitting at the island with a red coffee cup in hand. He found the both of you, smiling at the sight and placing his cup down as he folded his hands together.

"Glad to see you both awake. Haven't seen Sam yet, though." He shrugged, standing up and placing his plate into the sink. "I made him some avocado toast, but I think it's gross by now."

You looked to Josh, who gave you the same look of "he doesn't know". You could feel the knot in your throat twisting again and nausea thumping around in your stomach, but you gave yourself a moment to breathe before nodding to Josh as a sign you wanted him to speak for you.

"He's probably not going to come down. Best if you just give him his food yourself." Josh muttered with his eyes shot down to his feet.

Jake cocked his brow at the both of you, giving himself a second to look between you and Josh in confusion. "Did something happen?"

You gave him a silent nod. "He knows now." You gave a quick look to Josh, then back to his twin.

Jake's eyes widened, mouth partially hung open and pressing his tongue into his cheek. "Oh," he said, "guessing he didn't take it well?"

Flashes of his scowling face and his bitter words flew in your mind. All you could give to Jake was a shake of your head as you pressed your lips together to contain yourself from crying. There was no point in letting any tears fall to show your sadness when your body language already spoke for you of your guilt.

Josh placed his hand on your lower back in an attempt to console you. "Not at all."

"Guess that explains why he hasn't come down yet." He shrugged with a sigh. "Should I go check on him?"

"You don't think he wants to be left alone?" Josh questioned him.

Jake rolled his head to the side, then tilting it slightly back in thought. "Probably, but I'm still going to go see if he's okay. He doesn't know that I know, so maybe I'll get something out of him."

You both nodded in agreement to Jake, and he left the both of you alone to go to Sam's bedroom. You let your eyes and head follow Jake up the stairs and finally watching him disappear. You even tuned your ears to see if Sam would let him in, and when you heard the door open and close, you exhaled heavily before turning your attention back to Josh.

He had grabbed you a plate of waffles, doused in syrup, and you both joined together on the couch in the living room. You even found yourself sitting in the same spot you and Sam cuddled up together at on the sofa for the movie night.

Josh took his place next to you with a plate of his own, handing you a fork and digging into his breakfast quietly. The air was tense. There wasn't much to say, so you both just ate in silence. Eating seemed to help keep you from crying, so you just focused on the food in front of you and stuffing it into your mouth to ignore any thought of your best friend.

You found yourself with no appetite, but still eating at least half of the sticky waffles Josh grabbed for you. You left quietly to clean off your plate, then looking over to Josh who watched your every move.

He eventually picked himself up after a few moments and joined you at the sink and embraced you from behind. He placed multiple kisses along your shoulders, trailing up to your neck and cheek until you released a light giggle. He gave you a small smile, pecking your lips and continuing to watch you wash dishes with his head over your shoulder.

Eventually the day carried on and still no sight of Sam. Jake notified you that Sam was barely speaking to him and said he just wanted to be left alone, so you all agreed to carry on the day without him.

It didn’t feel right doing things without him, especially because he was the one that invited you here in the first place. Going anywhere without him made any atmosphere feel off. You couldn't pretend he wasn't in town or that he was out with friends. With Josh's hand intertwined with yours, you were reminded that Sam was alone in his room with his thoughts. Who knows if he was thinking about what you and Josh were up to, or if he was dissociating to forget about his frustrations.

You all tried occupying yourself with things to do away from the lake house, like taking a trip downtown to the shops and having dinner there. Jake wasn't affected by the situation, and you were sure that Josh was putting on his best face for you. But in your case, masking your miserable attitude wasn't as easy. And, you didn't have any energy to hide your true feelings anyways.

When you all arrived at home, you were hoping to catch Sam in the kitchen or living room. Maybe watching television or finishing up a meal. But he was still out of sight, and you were growing tired of the distance.

"Do you still want to sit around the fire tonight, y/n?" Josh pulled you to the side as Jake plopped himself on the couch.

"Yeah, yeah I do." You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. "Think I'm going to go talk to Sam, though."

Josh quirked his brows. "Do you think he'll talk to you?"

"It's childish of him to lock himself in his room all day and throw a tantrum. He has to come out sometime soon. He's here with all of us, anyways." You shrugged. "I'll just ask him if he wants to sit by the fire with us."

Josh pressed his lips to your cheek and gave you a nod. Once you left his side to make the somewhat treacherous journey to Sam's bedroom, the twins went outside to get the fire started.

You dragged your feet to his door, and although the hallway wasn't that long, it felt like a never-ending walk. As much as you wanted to see Sam, even if it had only been less than a day, you were unsure if he wanted to see you. He was notorious for holding grudges, especially about things that he highly disapproved of. But you weren't going to let that stray you away from speaking to him.

With a few seconds of hesitation, you gave a few light taps onto the brown wooden door with your knuckles and waited for a response. When none was given to you, your eyes flicked to the doorknob. Would he be upset with you that you entered without his consent?

But when did he ever knock when he'd come visit you?

You turned the doorknob slowly, placing your hand flat on the door and scanning the room quickly. He was sitting on his bed with a pair of sweat shorts, a baggy tank top and his hair tossed up into a bun. His phone screen lit up his expressionless face, but when he looked up to see you, he ignored your presence and put his eyes back onto whatever his phone had to offer.

"Hey," you gave him a small smile, leaning onto the doorframe, "we're going to sit around the firepit for a little. Do you want to join us?"

You waited for a few moments until he gave you a scoff. Looking up to you to show his stern appearance then occupying his focus on his phone screen, you just left him alone by quietly shutting his door and leaving to go to outside for the night.

When the boys saw you alone, Josh stood up quickly once he saw your face contort into one that showed your anguished feelings. Chin slightly quivering, eyes brimmed up with tears, but quickly wiping them away with a sniffle and sitting in your seat without a word. Hopefully by not speaking, you would be able to compose yourself and let your eyes go out of focus on the fire.

"Did he say anything to you?" Josh said.

"Nope. Just looked at me." You stated flatly.

"I think it's time I said something to him." Josh sighed. That caught your attention, and your eyes immediately shot up to him.

"Josh, I don't think he-."

But he cut you off right away. "He can't stay cooped up in there. We need to talk about this, whether we both say something, or one of us does. Maybe I can get him to talk to me."

Josh wasn't going to let you defer him, so you just gave him a singular nod and watched as he walked with a fast pace to the lake house. You blew air out of your mouth, shaped like an "O" with your cheeks puffed out, and relaxed fully forward with your hands folded over one another.

Without a word, Jake took a seat next to you. You weren't sure if it was so that way you wouldn't feel as lonely as you possibly could, or just a change of seating. But he poked at your arm, and your eyes left the fire to look at him.

"Do you want to talk about it? What he said?" He spoke softly with his face lit in a sympathetic expression.

You gave him a short laugh that exhaled through your nose. "I mean, there's nothing much to talk about. He just...was beyond frustrated. Completely blew up with anger." A tight-lipped smile spread on your lips. "Said he was disappointed in me. Said that Josh didn't care about his feelings to his face. It was just inhumane the way he was yelling at the both of us. I have never seen him get so upset before."

You ignored the choking sensation in your throat by clearing it away and running the back of your hand under your nose.

At first, Jake said that he was sorry. But he continued. "He's acting like this is his decision to make."

You exhaled an airy laugh, because that's all you and Josh have said as a reason to continue your relationship because it wasn't Sam's choice.

"Can I be honest with you?" Jake repositioned himself in his chair and leaned forward. When you gave him a nod in agreement, he carried on. "It's definitely a tough position you're in, which is why it's so difficult to figure out what to do. I don't blame you for being upset, but I also don't blame him for feeling the same way."

"I just, I just don't know what to do. You know, I care about the both of them so much. I don't want to break things off with Josh because of Sam, but I don't want to lose my best friend. It'd be stupid for him to want to cut me out of his life because of this, because after all, if me and Josh continue to see each other he'll have to be around me anyways. But I can't just go back to being friends with Josh after everything that's happened. I've had feelings for him for too long for me to just pretend that I never did."

Jake took your words in with a silent nod. He took a few moments to speak, just so he could come up with an answer that would give you some sort of helpful idea of what move was best to make next. "You're in a tight spot, y/n. And it's really not my place to tell you what you should do. But, if you want my advice, I'd try to talk things out with Sam. That's all you can do, honestly. He's just going to have to deal with it. Doesn't mean that he should immediately be okay with it, but it also doesn't mean that he shouldn't give it a shot."

He took another breath before continuing. "I've never been in your position, but that's what I'd do: talk to him and have him realize how much you two care about each other. I don't think he wants to wrap his head around the fact that you truly like Josh because he thinks that you'll make Josh your number one priority instead of him. He's afraid of change, and afraid of someone interfering with your guys' friendships."

"You think he sees Josh as a threat?" You scrunched your eyebrows together.

"Well, yeah. I mean, Josh is the older brother. He's going to see either of us as a problem if it comes to you because you're, well, you. He views you as his little sister, or perhaps the one thing that doesn't have to involve his brothers. Someone that doesn't include us and doesn't have to because you'll stick by his side no matter what. But now that he's seen that that isn't the case, he's threatened."

"I just don't understand, Jake. I mean, I've been friends with him for so long. I've never once put anyone before him, let alone you or Josh. I don't know why he has the connotation that I'd ever let someone get in the way of our friendship."

"I don't know either," he shrugged, "but all you can do is force him to see your side. I can see where he's coming from, but he shouldn't be worried about it. It's not something that should tarnish a friendship."

You ran the tip of your tongue on your bottom lip. "I sure hope not. I mean, I even told Josh that Sam can't choose who I fall for, you know? I can't pick how I feel about people, because no one can do that. It just...happens. I mean, for a while, I felt guilty about my feelings for Josh. But when he told me how he felt, I just gave up on thinking about what Sam would say. At the end of the day, he shouldn't be involved in our relationship anyways."

"I think he's more concerned that you won't need him anymore. I mean, you're going to go to Josh first when you want to talk about something. He's going to be the first person that you'll want to tell anything. And for a while, that was Sam."

"Yeah, I get that. And I don't want him to feel that way at all because that isn't the case. Of course, I'll probably tell Josh things more often than Sam. But that doesn't mean I'm going to leave him high and dry."

"You should reassure him that, then. Think you've got it all figured out what you want to say to him." He placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a soft smile.

You took in a deep breath and nodded, relaxing back into your chair to watch the fire you hadn't paid much attention to.

"Oh, and by the way," Jake started, "I may be bias, but don't break up with Josh. He's crazy about you."

You quietly giggled and reserved to smiling to yourself from Jake's words. It was comforting to know that even his brother saw how much he cared about you - how deep his emotions ran. It was a nice way to lighten the mood just enough, and for you to run through what you were going to say to Sam.

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You returned into the lake house and saw Josh stepping down the stairs. You quickly met him halfway and placed your hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, what happened?" You flicked your eyes between his own.

"We sat down and argued - a lot, actually," he laughed, "but I think I got through to him. Might be your turn to go talk to him."

"You think?"

Josh gave you a nod. "I promise."

He cradled your face in his hands and brought your lips onto his softly. The kiss was held for a few moments, before he pulled away and looked at you with an affectionate smile. "Go. I'll be in my room waiting for you."

After the short interaction, you walked quickly upstairs to Sam's bedroom. Without any more moments of hesitation, you knocked on the door and entered.

He was sat on the edge of his bed with his hands folded, eyes immediately meeting yours when you were fully in focus. The both of you shared a moment of staring. You noticed the way his shoulders were scrunched up together, and it seemed that he was trying to cool off from the previous conversation he had with Josh.

"Are you ready to talk now?" You folded your arms together.

"Don't think there's anything else to talk about, y/n. Sure your boyfriend said everything there was to say." He shrugged with a scoff, then averted his eyes to the window in front of him.

You walked over to him and sat next to him, keeping your eyes on his tense face. "Well, I still want to talk to you about this. I'm not going to let Josh be the speaker for the both of us. I want you to hear me as well."

He met your eyes with a face of annoyance, but when he stayed mute, you figured that was him giving you the floor.

"Look, I know how you feel about this. I know it makes you upset, and I know you probably think that our friendship won't mean as much to me anymore. But that's not the case at all. I can balance a romantic and platonic relationship at the same time."

"How long have you two been together for?"

You furrowed your brows. "Did he not tell you?"

"Didn't ask."

"Oh," you nodded, "well, I think about two weeks? Maybe a week and a half to be a bit more specific."

"So, it started on this trip?" He pointed his finger to the ground.

You nodded slowly. "But we've both had feelings for each other before this. Long before this, in fact. We both just didn't know until we went out at night and he-."

"You guys have been hanging out alone?"

"Yes, Sam." You sighed. "Did you expect us to hang out with you guys and us confess to each other how we felt in front of you?"

"Expected you two not to 'confess' anything at all." He shook his head in slight disbelief. "Even after talking to him, I don't understand why you both decided to go behind my back. You know how hurt that makes me, y/n? Doesn't matter that it may have started as friendly. You both never said anything about it."

"You would've been pissed at us if we told you that we were hanging out without you and Jake. Would you have not?"

You watched him give you a huff, followed by an eye roll. He looked away from you for a moment, then stood from the bed and walked to the door. Watching his movements gave you the impression you were supposed to follow him. So, you stood up from the bed and stepped towards him. But he just shut the door and faced you with his back pressed against it.

"You figured that I would just be okay with this? I mean, the thought of you with my brother is just...gross." He shivered lightly for effect.

"We knew you'd be upset. We just thought that you would understand we have feelings for each other that we didn't want to deny anymore. We can't choose who we fall in love with."

"You can think before you act, though." He folded his arms. "Did, did you say, 'love'?"

Your eyes widened slightly. You stammered a few breaths, but none of them consisted of any words.

"You're kidding me, right? You love him? It's been a week or two and you're in love with him, y/n?" He stood off the door and strode to you slowly. His face was becoming a light red, with his eyes squinted.

"I don't fucking know, Sam. So, what if I did? I've known him for just as long as you."

He rolled his eyes again. "I-I don't even know what to say to that."

"Well, why can't you accept that I want to be with Josh, and you have no say in it?" You were growing frustrated. You had your arms folded together tightly, with your lips pressed together firmly.

He shook his head at you. "Because it's just wrong, y/n." He dragged out your name. "I don't fucking like it. You're supposed to be my best friend and here you are running off with my brother."

"I'm not 'running off' with your brother, Sam. I'm never going to put him before you, or you before him. Why can't we live in a world where I can have both? It's like you don't even care about how I feel."

He widened his eyes with the flare of his nostrils. "How you feel? You don't even seem to care about how I feel about this! You're completely just pushing me to the side for your own selfish pleasures because you're living in your own little world where only you and your feelings matter."

"You're being fucking childish!" You pointed your finger at him as your voice raised. "Just because I put what I want first for once in my entire life and not you I'm selfish? Sam, you don't get to tell me what I can and can't do because you don't like it. Now, that's selfish."

"Did you even consider how I felt at all?" His eyes softened a little. Under all the anger, all the frustration, he was hurt. Hurt because you did something without him. Hurt because you went behind his back. "Do you think that I'm entirely in the wrong for feeling the way I feel about this?"

"No, you have every right to be upset about this. I can't control how you feel about things. But I can persuade you into seeing things the way I do because I'm not letting you change my mind on this one. You know how fucking bad I felt seeing how upset you were? Did you know I cried myself to sleep? I cried and cried until I couldn't breathe because I felt so terrible about this! I could've come to you when this started in the first place, but to be honest, I didn't even know how to talk to you about this because I knew you wouldn't understand. Now, I have to stand here and yell at you for you to hear me. Do you realize how pathetic that is?"

He exhaled deeply. All he could do was stare at you with questioning. You tried to pick at his brain through his expression what he was thinking, but for the first time, you didn't know what was on his mind. All you knew was that he was angry and saddened, but that was it. He wasn't giving you any hints for predictability.

His eyes averted from yours and fell to the floor, as if he felt defeated. "Do you care about him more than me?"

"Sam, you can't-."

"Well, do you?" He looked to you, with his eyebrows pulled together. His anger was still present, but the shades of stinging grief shined brighter.

"I care about you both equally. I don't put him on a pedestal because he's my boyfriend. It's a different kind of love I have for the both of you."

He gave you a singular, slow nod. "You were the one thing I had that my brothers didn't." His eyes lightly glistened. If it weren't for the moonlight, you wouldn't be able to see the tears beginning to appear. "Now, Josh has you, and Jake knew all along about you two. I don't have my best friend as much as I used to."

Jake predicted Sam better than you could have. You were taken aback by his words, and especially him shedding his anger to show you the wounds you left. Your face softened and you shook your head in astonishment. Under everything, he was scared of losing you. It seemed more like a misunderstanding, and like he was being a bit too jealous. He never wanted to share you, because after all, that's all he's had to do with his brothers. Third best, third to know - it was all familiar to him. He thought that it would never be the case between you two, but now it was just reminding him off all the things he lost to his older brothers. You would be the greatest loss of them all.

"You're not going to lose me, okay?" You comforted him. You thought of his words to be a bit dramatic, but all of his outbursts were. "I'm not going to push you to the side because I'm with your brother. At the end of the day, you've done more for me than anyone has. I can't just forget all the years that we've spent being friends. I don't want you to ever think that."

He looked away from you again and off to the side of the room. He was collecting himself again in hopes that his vulnerability would wash away. All you could do was give him the time he needed. So, you stood there and waited for a response. "I think you just need to reevaluate your decisions."

"What do you mean by that?" You gave him a puzzled look.

"It's going to take me some time to get over this. I mean, this really fucking hurt, y/n. I think you need to figure out what matters more to you right now."

Your neck brought your head back. You were in shock. If he meant what you thought he meant, you were wondering if you had even gotten through to him with everything you said.

You swallowed your spiteful words and chose to face him with a question. "Are you giving me an ultimatum right now?"

"Is that what it sounds like?" He threw his hands up. It was as if he was frustrated that you had to even ask the question for closure.

"So, none of what I said to you matters and we just argued for no fucking reason for you to tell me I need to choose between you and Josh? Are...are you kidding me?" Your mouth hung open. You still didn't let yourself believe that's what he was going to leave you with. You didn't expect him to just be fine with your new relationship with his brother straight away, but you expected him to try and give it some thought.

"I don't know what else to say to you, y/n. Think I made myself perfectly clear." He gave you a shrug and stood with his statement.

You scoffed. "You're so unbelievably stubborn. Grow the fuck up, Sam. Just because my decisions aren't in your hands doesn't mean you should make me choose between you and your brother. That's childish."

"Seems like you've already made your mind, then." He nodded and stepped back to open the door.

"You're serious?"

"Yup." He nodded his head quickly.

You weren't done talking with him just yet. "Why can't you just accept that I can be friends with you and date Josh at the same time?"

"Why can't you accept that you went behind my back and broke our trust? Yeah, the whole relationship makes me angry, but the fact that you kept it a secret from me is far worse."

"You wouldn't have been okay with it either way, Sam. You can't just try to put up with it instead of clearing it off the table because you don't like it?" You threw your hand out to the side as you spoke.

"Right now, I don't want to even endure it at all. I'm beyond upset with you. When you promise something, you don't break it."

"Well, some promises are meant to be broken." You shook your head. You had only let your voice raise a little, but not enough to be considered yelling. You didn't want the rest of the household to hear you, but you wanted Sam to know you were clearly frustrated with how he was acting.

He took in a sharp inhale and chose to exhale his words. "If that's what you think, then I guess our little discussion is over."

You stood there for a moment to just take in the entire situation. You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that Sam was finally throwing his barrier down, only to flush it away and tell you that you had a choice to make. That wasn't what you were expecting, and after all, it wasn't something you should've had to make.

You finally left the room and stormed down the stairs. You let the feeling of tears forming in your eyes fully consume you. It was uncertain whether you were crying out of anger, sadness - or both, but you didn't care. You were going to let yourself feel whatever your body told you to feel because you didn't even know yourself.

You burst into Josh's room without a warning and causing him to shoot up from his position of laying down and sprawling his hands out at his sides.

"He wants me to choose between you and him. You know how fucking stupid that is, Josh?" You began. "At first, it seemed like I was finally getting him to accept that me and you were going to be together despite what he said," you began to laugh, "but no, he just turned it around and told me that it was him or you."

You could feel your lips shake with your chin and watched as Josh got up slowly from his bed. He placed his hands on your shoulders and examined your face to tell him that you weren't just making this up.

"What are you going to do?" He spoke softly.

"I don't know." You said with wide eyes. You brought your hand to your forehead and continued. "I can't believe that he would do something like this. I don't want to lose him, but I don't want to lose you. I mean, do you think time will tell whether he will come around or not?"

"I'm not sure," he said with disappointment, "but whatever happens, just know that you can't control what he thinks. I know he means a lot to you, and I know how much he cares about you. I'm sure with time he'll realize how immature he's acting and realize that he can't make you pick between us. I'm in disbelief, honestly."

"Yeah, so am I." You laughed. Now, you were just crying out of exhaustion. Tired of all the fighting, all the games Sam was playing with you, all of the words Josh would say to try and console you. It was all too much for you. "I just want to sleep. Can't keep crying over this because it's stupid."

He let you leave his grasp and you made yourself comfortable in his bed, turning on your side and allowing him to wrap himself around you from behind. He held your back close to his chest, pressing kissing on your head every now and then. Your crying came to an end quickly, and you were finally able to rest your eyes.

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With a few days passing since your encounter with Sam, he had been a bit less distant. Although he was still keeping his distance from you guys, he'd come down and join you all for meals, and even once or twice sitting by the fire at nights with you three. He hadn't talked much since the day you both fought, but he at least acknowledged you all with a quick glance and smile.

You tried making small talk to him, even though there was no point. Even the twins tried to get him to speak, but to no avail. He wasn't budging, and it was just upsetting to see how he could become so ignorant because of his own frustrations.

There was even a time where Josh held your hand across the table at breakfast, and Sam came down to see the sight. You pulled away, and all Sam did was laugh and tell you both there's no need for pretending anymore. And, after that, he made himself some toast and ate in his bedroom.

Seeing where he left the rooms empty was disheartening. It was as if he wasn't there at all, even though you knew he was. All you wanted was for your best friend to be content with you, and maybe with these past few days of separation, he was overthinking everything that happened.

When the trip had landed to only one week left, Sam came back for breakfast and took his usual seat next to you at the dining table. You didn't let it surprise you, nor did you make any comments about it. Going about the arrangement, you knew to act casual. But Jake and Josh just gave Sam a few looks and choosing not to say a word to him.

You knew Jake had gone to see him once or twice. Neither you nor Josh made the effort to talk to Sam because the agonizing grudge he was holding upon you two was still set in stone. Even if you considered it immature, you said all you could say to him. Apologies weren't going to cut it anymore.

He sat quietly next to you and swirled his spoon around in the small bowl that held a mixture of yogurt and oats. You were thankful to see him out of the corner of your peripheral, because you were able to predict that he had something on his mind. Maybe he was just uncomfortable, or maybe he was lost in thought.

He lifted his head up for a moment, taking in everyone at the table before returning his eyes to his plate. His mouth parted open for a moment, and it had you turning your direction to him. But he just shut his mouth and reserving his attention to eating.

"There's, uh, a winery nearby." Jake spoke up to slice the quiet atmosphere. "Figured we could check it out, you know, do something different."

You hummed. "Yeah, that sounds nice."

Josh also agreed with a nod. Then there was Sam, who had stayed mute still. You all three turned to him and waited for him to budge. But nothing. Jake and Josh, who sat opposite of you two, ignored his silence and continued to finish their meal. But you, you just kept your eyes glued on him. You were hoping that by looking at him, he'd grow upset and say something. Anything.

"Danny's coming." Sam muttered before taking a bite of his food.

"Well, maybe he can join us. It'd be nice to see him. Been a while." Josh chimed in.

Sam scoffed. "He's coming to get me."

All of you stopped your motions. Now, everyone had their eyes locked on him.

Sam continued to reiterate. "I'm leaving."

You placed your fork down on your plate, loud enough for it to ring against the ceramic material. "You're what?"

"You heard me. I'm leaving." He turned his head to you and watched your face falter. He continued to keep his focus on you for just a few seconds, then looking down into his bowl.

"Sam, you can't leave. You came here with us. You can't go because you're mad about Josh and y/n." Jake rolled his eyes as he tried to reason with his brother.

"This trip just isn't fun anymore." He shrugged. The chair screeched against the wooden floors as he stood from it. "No point in me staying if I'm just going to be miserable."

You looked up to him with your jaw partially hung low. "You're making Danny drive two hours because you can't get over it? Have, have you even thought about accepting it?"

"Oh, don't worry, I have." He tilted his chin down to you. "But I don't think I want to. Besides, I think you'll have a much better time here without me. Seems like you were able to when you were sneaking around with Josh."

"Sam-."

"No, no, it's okay." He cut you off and gave you a faux sympathetic look. "I understand where your priorities are; I get it. Fucking my brother is much more important to you than preserving our friendship. Fine by me."

He walked away from the table and emptied his bowl. You all gave each other odd glances in questioning. What were you to say to that when you were left in shock?

Jake stood from his chair. "Do you hear how immature you sound right now, Sam? Dude, get a grip."

"This doesn't involve you, Jake. It never did, so it's beyond me why they told you in the first place. Left me out of it and kept it a secret. Played along in their little sneaky shenanigans because you're just as shitty as the both of them." He pointed his finger at Jake. "I just don't want to be here with you three anymore." He glanced at you and Josh. "I'll be gone before you guys get back."

You cocked your head to the side in annoyance. "You're being dramatic, Sam."

"Well, call me what you want. But at least I never went behind your back and broke our trust. I would never do something as fucked up as that because I actually care about our friendship."

You had opened your mouth to speak, but he left before you could utter a sound. It was his way of telling you he was done with the conversation, and that you had no say in what his actions were. You reserved back to the two boys that sat in front of you, but both of their eyes were blown wide.

"He has no concept of sharing." Jake mumbled, to which Josh elbowed his arm and gave him a stern look.

You just ignored Jake's comment and stormed up to Sam's bedroom. With his door left opened, you stopped in your tracks to watch him pack his clothes without your presence being noticed. He seemed content with his choice while he absentmindedly folded his shirts neatly into a pile before plopping them into the suitcase.

Your heart tugged towards his direction, and you dragged yourself into his room.

"You're not seriously leaving, are you?" You spoke with concern. Although you were upset, you didn't have the energy to pick a fight with him and raise your voice.

"What does it look like?" He mumbled as he kept his eyes on his clothing.

"I don't want you to go. None of us-."

But he was sure to cut you off. "It doesn't matter. I've already made up my mind. Hope you have fun spending the rest of this week with the two people you care about most."

You rolled your eyes. "I care about you just as much, Sam."

All he gave you was a shrug with a light sarcastic smile. "I don't know what to believe anymore. I was able to trust you with everything, and now that you've shown me that I can't," he flicked his eyes down to you, "I don't want to find out what else you've been lying to me about."

You opened your mouth to speak, but you shut it with an aggravated whine. You knew there was no point in defending yourself. He wasn't going to give you the time of day to let you tell him that he was overreacting about everything. He was too stubborn to convince, so you gave up.

You walked back down the stairs and saw Jake and Josh conversing by the living room.

"He's really leaving." You threw your hands up. "I can't believe he's really leaving because of this."

"There's no point in pushing him any further," Josh began, "he's made up his mind on how he wants to handle it. Nothing we can do now."

You scoffed. "And you said that we'd be able to fix this. You said that you had it all figured out and that I wouldn't have to worry. But here we are, with Sam pissed at all of us because of this stupid relationship, and him having Danny drive two fucking hours because he can't be in the same house as us anymore."

Jake walked off. He knew it wasn't his place to be in this conversation anymore, so he gave you and Josh the space that you two needed.

Josh took a few steps towards you and lowered his voice as he spoke. "You can't expect this to all be okay in a matter of seconds, y/n. You and I both are well aware that Sam is beyond obstinate about everything. He just needs time to think about it and space. That's all we can give him. I-I don't know what else you want from me."

You huffed. After all, he was right. You were just frustrated that time wasn't on your side. Hell, when was it ever?

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and in return, he brought you into an embrace with his hands enveloped around your back. You were hopeful that the closeness between you two would help you relax.

"I'm just so upset about all of this. It's annoying that there's nothing we can do about it. It's out of our hands, out of our control, and I'm pissed. I just wish I could just wake up from this nightmare and have everything be okay." You said into your arm that closed off Josh's neck.

He placed a kiss on the side of your head. "I wish that's how the world worked. All we can do now is be hopeful that he'll come around."

You maneuvered your head to meet in front of his. You gave him a small understanding smile, along with a soft peck on his lips. This would've never happened if you told Josh you didn't care what Sam thought. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you. And here you both were, standing in the same spot that held the exact moment that your guys' first kiss took place at. That damned kiss was the beginning of the downfall of you and Sam, as dramatic as it sounds. But it was true. Now, holding your eyes with Josh's, you couldn't help but wonder if this was all a mistake.

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-part eight-

[lushlovers]

do you have more Sam fics for us 😩

need you, S Hubbard

summary; you tend to get needy when there's alcohol in your system

warnings; very clean dirty talk lol, drinking and drunk reader duh, sam rejecting you a LOT, sam being flustered and adorable.

word count: 618

note; for you?? of course i have more sam!!! i envisioned a dress with a high slit, like this! but feel free to use your imagination. he's so awkward and cute i cry. very grateful for every single person who follows me and reads all my stuff, i love you all 501 of you very dearly <3.

The two of you were quite opposite. Sam's always been more reserved and introverted while you are talkative with whoever you meet and almost completely extroverted. With his and his teammates' growing social status and relevancy, he's been forced to come out of his shell more than he ever thought imaginable. Very often you force him out of the house to go out to the bar with your hometown friends.

What Sam typically dislikes is having to be the designated driver whilst his gorgeous girlfriend practically throws herself at him. Your leg has been draped lazily across his thighs all evening, but the more you drank the more you were all over him. "C'mon Sammy, we can slip off to the bathroom, no one'll notice" you giggle, making his face turn an even deeper shade of red if that's even physically possible.

He can feel his face warming up more and more following every dirty little thing you whisper into his ear as you kiss along his neck and slightly stubbled jaw line. Now that he has to find a way to get your stumbling form from here to his car sitting outside, he's regretting letting you drag him out tonight. You're smirking up at him so mischievously he doesn't even know what to do or say, which leads to him struggling to form a sentence, "Maybe w-we should head home?"

Embarrassingly enough his voice cracks as he attempts to get his words out, "Mmm, yes please," your teeth sink into your bottom lip, still doing you best to seduce him. He stifles a laugh at the way you misunderstood his wording, "No, like, go home and get you in bed." Your brows raise at that, "NO! Like sleeping."

It takes him up most of twenty minutes to get you into the car, but when he does, he's quick to shut your door and get on the road as soon as possible. You flutter your lashes at him as he reaches across your body to buckle your seat belt, "Y'could help me out just a little," he mutters. Once more your minds in the gutter as you bite back a response, "I would love to," you whisper grabbing at his wrist and placing his hand high upon your thigh, close enough for his finger to brush against your lacy panties.

Sam's quick to snatch it away and does everything he can to keep from allowing your teasing touches throughout the whole car ride. Before he realizes it, he's pulled into the driveway, but you're no longer making your flirty comments, instead snoring to your hearts content in an alcohol fueled coma. Without you moving a muscle Sam scoops you up bridal style and carried you to the front door, he didn't think through unlocking the door which led to a bit more struggle before he gets you into bed.

He makes his way to the in suite to find a makeup wipe and something more comfortable than the dress you're sporting right now, when he does, he returns to find you attempting to get your dress unzipped. "What me to help," you glance up at him slightly and nod, all the drinks are suddenly hitting you and you realize how bad thing is going to feel tomorrow morning, after he assists you, he gives you one of his t-shirts to sleep in.

Once you're comfortable in bed, Sam decides to go and get himself ready for bed, this time when he returns, he shuts out the lights and finds you sprawled out onto both sides of the bed. He snorts at that as he tries to wiggle his way into bed beside you and pulls you into him.

[cowgurrrl]

helloooooo here to request and plead for an OFTM piece from you where Sam has gotten in this phase where he is extra clingy to actress!reader and just wants to be with his mama all the time and doesn’t like it when Joel touches her or when her and Joel are sitting together, Sam will make sure he sits in between and clutches you and he’s saying stuff like no don’t touch my mama and Joel starts bantering back saying she’s mine first she’s my mama to rile him up…one of the instances where Sam again yells at Joel in his baby voice to not touch his mama and Joel is like HOW DO YOU THINK YOU GOT HERE?!?! Fluff fluff fluffff

OH I LOVE THIS

Mama’s Boy

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: this ask

Warnings: a little bit of yearning, toddlers, fluff, that’s it!!

"It's just a phase, Joel! He'll grow out of it in like a week." You say as you follow him into the kitchen after barely getting Sam down for a nap. Sam has never been the best sleeper, and with this new stage he's going through, it's gotten even harder. It doesn't help that Joel only wants to help, and Sam doesn't give less of a shit.

Sammy recently turned two and has become a Stage Four Clinger but only for you. He only wants you to do bathtime and bedtime. He only wants to sit with you, talk to you, snuggle with you. He only wants Mama all the time. And it was incredibly sweet for the first two days, but it's been a week now, and you're exhausted. He doesn't even like it when Joel tries to touch you, which has been more than frustrating for your constantly affectionate husband. He even started climbing in bed with you two, positioning himself so Joel can't even throw an arm around you as he sleeps. 

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one getting pushed out." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"'Pushed out?' Okay, that's a little dramatic, even for you." You laugh as you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his jaw. He sighs and uncrosses his arms enough to catch your belt loops with his fingers. It's the closest you've gotten in several days, and you both take the opportunity to relish in it. He smells like cedar and something smoky, and his stubble is rough against your lips. He's gotten more lax with his shaving since Sam was born, and you are definitely not against it. The beard suits him, and you've told him that many times. It's probably why he still hasn't shaved.

As you kiss his skin, he dips his chin to catch your lips and tugs on your belt loops to bring you closer. The sun spilling in from the kitchen window warms Joel's back, and your engagement ring catches on the soft cotton of his shirt, revealing a little sliver of perfect skin. There's no rush or urgency to the kiss. It's just about being close to him in your quiet house.

"I miss you," he whispers against you, and you nod.

"'M right here." 

"I know," he sighs, his grip on you tightening just a little. "I know."

"And you know he's just being clingy, and it has nothing to do with you, right?" You ask. "I'm sure Sarah and Ellie went through the same thing when they were younger."

"Sarah and Ellie didn't have two parents until they were teenagers, so they had no choice but to stick close to me." He says, a smile pulling on his lips, and you tug on his shirt.

"You know what I meant."

"I did," he says, kissing your cheek. "Still hard, though."

"I get it. It's hard for me, too, but we'll miss this one day." You know he knows it's true. Even though you came into the girls' lives so late, you still miss the days when you set the table for four people or had to figure out whose car would be big enough to transport all the Millers. One day, Sam will have his own life and responsibilities, just like his sisters, but he's still your little guy right now. You can stand a little clinginess. Besides, he is his father's son. You're sure he'll almost always have a soft spot for affection.

You and Joel spend Sam's naptime cuddling on the couch and talking for the first time in a week as Daisy snoozes on her bed. He taps drumbeats into your skin as he listens to you, and you inadvertently derail his thoughts when you get distracted by kissing his face. When the world's saddest "Mama" crackles through the baby monitor, you sigh and drop your face into the crook of Joel's neck. He turns and kisses the shell of your ear, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulders. 

"'S just a phase." He whispers, and you nod.

"Just a phase." You repeat as you kiss him one last time before crawling off of him and walking up the stairs. On the baby monitor, Joel watches you enter Sam's nursery, making the biggest smile break out across his son's face, and you take him in your arms, gently asking him if he had a good nap. Sam wraps his arms around your neck and lays his head full of curls on your shoulder. Watching you two is like watching two puzzle pieces fit perfectly together. He smiles as you kiss his head and sway in the dark room, humming one of his songs.

"D'you wanna go get a snack?" You ask him quietly, and he nods against you. 

"I want a orange." He says.

"You can have an orange, but Mama's not that good at peeling them. Is it okay if Dada does it?" 

"Dada?" 

"Yeah, Dada's downstairs. And guess what?" You ask, and Sam raises his eyebrows. "I think he said something about going swimming today. What do you think about that?"

"Swimming!" Sam yells so loudly that Joel can hear it downstairs. You laugh and kiss his cheek before opening the door and walking downstairs. When Sam sees Joel, his eyes light up, and he buries his head in your neck shyly. Daisy's sixth sense seems to pick up Sam is awake because suddenly she's up and stretching, more than ready for playtime.

"Hey, buddy. D'you wanna snack?" He asks, and Sam beams. Then, in a miraculous feat, Joel opens his hands to Sam, and Sam goes to him without fussing. In fact, he even seems excited to spend some time with his dad. You sigh in relief to yourself as you follow them into the kitchen. 

That afternoon, you, Sam, and Joel play in the pool without a massive tantrum or breakdown from either party. Sam bounces seamlessly from your arms to Joel's, giggling with both of you as the California sun beats down on his little hat. The only time he gets a little fussy is when Joel wraps the arm, not holding Sammy around your waist, and pulls you close. He pouts and gives Joel the Ellie Miller Stink Face, and you laugh. 

"What's that look for?" Joel asks, and Sam points to where he's holding you.

"That's my mama." 

"I know."

"You no touch my mama," Sam says, tugging on Joel's bicep to get him to let go of you. 

"Did you know that Mama was my wife before she was your mama?" Joel asks, but Sam is not amused. He's still trying to get Joel to let go of you, clawing at his arm. You lean in and kiss Joel's cheek just to see what he'll do, and in true Joel Miller fashion, your two-year-old sighs like an old man weathered by the sands of time.

"You my mama. Not Dada's mama." 

"No, Abuela Lucy is Dada's mama. That's why she's your Abuela. I'm Dada's wife." You explain. 

"True." Joel chimes in. Sam looks between you and Joel suspiciously, and Joel slowly leans in to kiss you, but Sam puts a hand on Joel's mouth before he can.

"She's my wife, dude!" Joel laughs. 

"No!" 

"No, what?"

"No!"

"She was mine first!" 

"My mama!" Sam yells as he wiggles away from Joel to get to you, and you laugh. 

"I can get kisses from both my boys, silly goose." You say as you kiss his cheek and move to try and kiss Joel again, thinking that will appease his mysterious toddler brain.

"No!" He yells again.

"Samuel James Miller-"

"How do you think you got here?" You swear you had a thought, but Joel's absolutely insane response makes you whip your head around and smack his arm. 

"Joel Miller!"

"Oh, she got us both with the full names, Sammy," Joel says, making an eek face at his son. "Let's swim away before she can do it again." He scoops the giggly little boy out of your arms and swims to the other side of the pool. Then, it becomes a game of you chasing the boys around the pool while calling out their full names, pretending they're in trouble. When you finally catch up to them, Joel "attacks" you with kisses to distract you long enough to swim away again and start the game all over. 

That night, after conspiring against you all day, Sam finally lets Joel put him to bed and doesn't even scream whenever he kisses you. Still, he asks you to read him one story while Joel reads the second. Even though he snapped out of the phase with a silly game, it's nice to know he'll always need his mama, and Joel will always need you.

[hannahdalaney-blog]

pretty little thing

sam Winchester x plus-size reader

summary: smutt with no plot, this is kinda short I’m not good at smut

warnings: 18+ ‼️, kinda sub sam, dom reader, sam crying, sex, blowjob, riding, Sam comes quick.

You didn't think a 6'4 man all bruised and crying would be this attractive but it was. Sam was always the sensitive one, the one to care and cry at the drop of a hat. Here he is crying on your bed, his soft brown eyes looking up at you. He came to you talking about...something at this point you can't remember.

"I just don't know what to do.." he was basically pleading making his head fall. You clenched your thighs together and hold back the smile you had, this was too good. His lost puppy look was really working on you.

"Sam..." you almost whined his name. His eyes snap back up to yours and you realize maybe you should sit down, this angle of standing over him probably isn't the best one.

"you're the only one that can help me." he leaped forward and grabbed your waist wrapping his arms around you and pushing you into him. His face was inches away from your chest and for a second he glances at them and this his eyes are back on you.

"what could I possibly help you with?" you let out a little laugh, you couldn't stop your hands from diving into his hair. He melts into the touch his tears stop falling.

"something doesn't feel right.... in my body?" he looks embarrassed.

"what's wrong?" he slowly breaks away from you revealing his obvious bulge.

"it won't go down." his voice was laced with embarrassment.

"awe poor Sammy." you could see him start to cry again but you cup his face before the tears fall.

"take off your pants." you say as softly as you can moving his bangs out of his face.

"are you..sure?" he was so close to you now, breathing the same air.

"let me help you." you give him a quick kiss before standing back, he chased you clearly needing the contact.

You watched in awe as he took off his clothes, his dick was huge. That's all you could think as it was protruding through all his other huge parts. You sat him down again and got on your knees gliding your hands up and down his thighs.

"you're so pretty when you cry." his breath shuttered and his grip on your bed tightened. You take his cock in your hands slowly pumping while keeping your eyes on the unraveling man in front of you.

"please.." he moans leaning back as you speed up and wrap your mouth around his tip. He moaned louder and louder as your mouth goes further down on his throbbing dick. His cum fills your mouth without any warning, his drawn out moan filling the room.

"how naughty." you come off his dick standing up. You look down at him trying to look as disappointed as you could muster.

"im sorry." he rushes to grab you but you grab his hands instead.

"you should be punished." you grab his wrist strongly.

"lay down Sammy." he hesitates but does as you say laying on his back. You let go of him as he does so, now it's your time to strip.

"don't move." he flinches but stays still as you straddle his waist hovering just above his cock.

"don't touch me unless I say so, and tell me if I'm too heavy." he nods as you grab his cock and push it into your entrance, you were already soaking. You moaned as you sank down on him glancing at his hands turning into fist at his side.

"please.. please let me touch you!" he almost cried out watching you slowly bounce on his cock. He was making you numb with the way his tip was hitting the right spot every time.

"your doing so good sam." you moan his name grabbing his hands and cupping your own breast. He squeezed them and sat up to kiss you, you speed up the pace as he starts kissing down your neck.

"im gonna cum." you could fell yourself on the edge.

"good boy." you moan gripping his hair as you feel his cum release inside you. You don't stop, chasing your own high and then you crash slowing down until your still.

Sam's eyes are locked onto yours, his dick still inside of you. You kiss him before sliding off and guiding him to the shower.

[420technoblazeit]

ok listen. which tma entity does sammy fit best

the flesh (demon blood courses through your veins. you are tainted and blemished, a cruel experiment that should not have been allowed to live. your body is nothing but a tool for those who haunt you. and you will never be truly clean. you feel it in your very bones)

the eye (dad watches you like a hawk. he thinks there's something sinister in you, something corrupted. you're afraid that he's right. so you run away and bury yourself in your studies and even there you are watched. by the demons who pretend to be your friends, by the angels who wait for you to snap. in your memories there are yellow eyes glinting in the dark)

the spiral (lucifer sits in your chair and tells you nothing's real. the hardwood floor of bobby's house is part of your imagination, dean was never this patient with you, this can't be him. the devil laughs and says one day you'll really snap and realize you never made it out of the cage. you're still burning in hell after all this time. part of you believes him)

the desolation (the very ground around you is scorched and laid barren. your mother burns and so does your girlfriend and everyone else you hold dear. sacrificed for something they could never hope to understand. you love anyway, knowing one day they will die at your feet. in your dreams you stand over them and wish you could share their fate)

the web (you have many titles. the vessel of lucifer. boyking of hell. abomination. the antichrist. all said with the confidence of someone who knows who you'll become and expects nothing else. your true name means god has heard. it seems more like a curse than a blessing these days. even your mother's fate was assured by the angels. have any of your choices truly been yours? all roads lead here)

the extinction (the end will come by your hand. so say the prophecies and beings holy and damned alike. you fight against it with everything you have but there is still demon blood on your lips and a hunger that will not abide. you tell yourself you still have control, that you are taking charge of your destiny. but at the end of all things you welcome lucifer with open arms and it feels right)

[marcelllyn]

Again

After a long time I decided to come back, I admit I was finding my writing garbage. But anyway, I hope the few people who read this enjoy it. And also look forward to fanfics about my passion of the month, Captain America.

Part 1

Synopsis: A failed actress who is actually a professional hunter joins the Winchesters to solve a vampire case. But Dean, her ex, still has unhappy feelings for her.

Warnings: English is not my first language, imminent failure, and lots of cuteness.

It was a terrible idea to be on the street at that time, sitting on a suitcase in a dark alley, shedding tears of failure and resentment. Hollywood star. She was more like a Hollywood loser.

After another failed test, no money to rent a dirty motel room. My mother's harsh, harsh voice repeated in my head: "You will fail, you will fail, because this is not what you were born to do." Hunting, that's what I was born to do, at least that's what my parents thought.

With each failed test, these words spread more and more throughout my being, like blood running through my veins. Maybe I really was born to be a great hunter.

My melancholy was short-lived when I heard male voices approaching. I might not be afraid of demons or ghosts, but I was afraid of men at night. I raised my hand to pick up a piece of wood lying on the ground. The two men were arguing and ended up stopping at the edge of the alley, the dim light barely illuminating their faces.

— Dean, it's Dad's fault that girl got hurt! — The taller one said irritably. — How many times do I have to say that this obsession is unhealthy and hurts people?

— It's not intentional, Sammy! — The other said, running his hand across his forehead. — And that's no reason to yell at him like that and… I was standing, holding a piece of wood threateningly, but upon hearing Sammy's nickname, I lowered the bat.

— Winchesters? — I asked, still in a tearful voice.

The two of them furrowed their eyebrows and said together:

— Do we know you?

I walked a little closer, with a sweet smile on my face.

— It's a wonder they don't remember me. — He laughed softly. — Y/N Graham. It's been long years since John took you to my parents' house.

Dean raised his eyebrows as if his vague memory had returned.

— No kidding! — Dean said excitedly. — I thought I would never see you again, your parents said you became aimless or something the last time I went to visit them.

Aimless… very dignified.

— Actress, I became an actress. — I corrected him. — Sam, how you've grown!

Sam was a lot smaller when I was seventeen, and then suddenly he was taller than Dean. This made me feel old age knocking on the door.

— And you're still the same height. — Mess up my hair. I laughed and watched the two of them, Dean's nose was a little purple and Sam's face was bruised and melancholic.

— Still hunting?

— That wouldn't be new, it's just…

Family. — I added. — A very dangerous family thing. — I pointed to his nose. A minute silence remained between us.

— Actress, then? — Sam asked. — What kind of films do you make?

— I hope it's not the kind of movie I watch. Dean laughed.

— Until now, I've only acted in commercials and other small things. And unfortunately for you, Dean, no adult films. The three of us laughed together. A strange but familiar heat filled my body. And for a few seconds, it was Dean and I as teenagers and Sam, a pre-teen, sitting on the couch laughing like idiots.

—And what are you doing in a dark alley? Sammy asked.

— I'm having trouble finding a hotel. — I left out the part where I didn't have a dollar in my pocket.

Dean fake coughed, I always hated how he could read me like a book.

— You can stay the night in our hotel room. - He offered, picking up the bags that were on the floor. — As long as you need, the only detail… — He put his bags in the car. — John is there.

I rolled my eyes. But I couldn't do without a good room.

— For one night, I can bear it. — I laughed, sitting in the back seat.

I hope so. He's not in the best of moods, and it's enough of Sam being grumpy. — Dean got into the car, sitting in the driver's seat. — He and Dad are fighting all the time, I think I'm going crazy. Sam entered soon after. I noticed how silent he was, sadly silent. I deduced that it was John's fault, he was terrible, he always was.

— Did you finish talking, daddy? How old are you? Twelve? — I scoffed.

— Shut up, or I'll leave you on the street. — He pinched my nose. As if it were muscle memory.

The journey listening to Bon Jovi was calming, having my friends by my side again was an incredible thing, having Dean by my side was an incredible thing. He was always one of those boyfriends you never forget, the kind you'd tell your kids about when you were getting divorced. He was incredible, beautiful and had eyes… His green eyes were so beautiful they hurt.

— We’re here! — Dean said, parking and quickly getting out of the car. Sam remained silent.

— Sammy, I like how your hair looks, it’s stylish. — I poked him in a way to alleviate whatever it was.

— Only Dean calls me Sammy. — Those were his last words before getting out of the car.

I got out of the car, cradling myself between the seat that Sam — Damn two-door car — Sam was standing there looking at the sky, while the other one took the bags out of the car.

— How do you make money on hunts? — I asked curiously, since that motel didn't seem half-baked.

— You don't want to know.

— Gambling, right? — I laughed, approaching Dean and taking a small suitcase.

Dean laughed, carrying the heavier bags inside. And wow, how sexy he looked carrying those heavy suitcases. I walked up behind him, almost letting out a whistle. I entered the messy motel room, full of packages and clothes on the floor, typical of Dean, but lying on one of the beds was John reading a book.

— Home sweet home. - He put the bags in a corner. — Don't run out of hot water and don't you dare touch my suitcase.

— Why is there some rotten secret there? — She said provocatively close to his ear.

— We have a visitor. — John sat down.

— She's James Graham's daughter, you know that friend of yours who was always offering me champagne? — He takes some clothes off the other bed. — And she's my ex-girlfriend.

— I remember her, she was the one who broke my nose. — John said unsympathetically. — And he tried to convince Sam to leave the hunt.

—Things of the past. — She laughed embarrassedly. — I won't stay for long.

— I hope not, we have an important case and you are a distraction.

I took a deep breath.

-Are you hungry? — Dean took my arm almost like a plea. — There's a snack bar nearby.

— I'm not hungry, thank you. — I sat on the bed. — What case? Is it a vampire? Like Edward from Twilight? — He said, moving some discarded papers.

— Vampires aren't like Twilight's Edward. — Dean laughed, looking for something in the drawers. — But yes, it's a vampire case.

I stuck my tongue out at him. Deep down, the request to eat far away and be able to talk to him alone didn't seem so bad.

— You know what, I think I'm hungry. — I got up, heading towards the door.

Walking past the door, Sam was still outside, sitting on the hood of the car with his sad puppy face.

-Hey, Sam, go keep an eye on Dad. I'll take this lady out to eat. — Dean said, getting into the car.

Sam seemed to understand that it wasn't just a late-night snack. Even though Sam was my favorite, Dean was my ex-boyfriend.

— Of course, and don't come back late. — He replied somewhat apathetically.I got in the car, Dean started it and headed towards the most rotten cafeteria you could have, greasy tables, full trash cans, dead cockroaches in the corners, it was almost offensive to take someone to eat in that place.

— I could never get used to eating in a place like this. — I sat at the table, less filthy. — We have no danger of being attacked by vampires here. We have?

— Are you with Dean Winchester and are you scared of some vampires? — He laughed sarcastically. — Actress, then?

-Actress. — I let out a short, sad laugh. — You would make a good firefighter.

— Maybe when I'm around 48 or 50 years old. — Laughs. — You know you can't lie to me.

— I didn't lie when I said you could be a good firefighter. Maybe those who attend bachelor parties. — The waitress, a lady with greasy blond hair and poorly done makeup and a surly face, stopped at our table. — I want a chocolate milkshake and waffles.

— A coffee and a burger, please. — He completed and then she went to the kitchen. — She's sad, depressed. I can see it on your face, and Sam and I just didn't want to be rude when we saw that you were probably going to be sleeping on the street tonight.

— It's just a difficult time.

— It's been difficult since the beginning, then? — He arched an eyebrow. — Look, anyone born a hunter is unhappy in any profession. You are a great hunter.

— I was great. And also, who is running around at risk of death and practically not having a life? — I snorted. — I want to get married, I want to have children. Without the worry of having vampires running around or a spirit.

Dean laughed softly and said:

— That's true, but have you ever thought that maybe you're not a good actress?

— Dean… — I rolled my eyes. — Obviously already, and every day that seems more true.

— Remember when we were seventeen, you said you wanted to be a chef in a five-star restaurant. — His gaze was loving. — You can be anything you want, like Barbie says.

I laughed loudly, scaring the drunks, widowers, and people sleeping at the tables.

— Dean, I appreciate your advice.

— It's ten dollars. — Poke me. — You can stay with us as long as we stay here.

— I don't know if I can stand so much time with your father.

— To be quite honest, neither do I. And another question, don't you have a boyfriend?

— What a personal question. — I put my hand on my chin. — But no, Dean, I don't have a boyfriend and I don't want one.

— That's good, no chance of someone suddenly wanting to show up and punch me. — His characteristic smile could make any heart melt, even more than Sam's puppy dog ​​eyes.

— I do this because I don't have a boyfriend.

— I doubt it, you must be all rusty. — He provoked. — You know, because you don't give hunting another chance. I propose we resolve this case and, if you don't like it, you go back to being an actress and, if you like it, you spend a little more time with my beautiful company.

— The Impala will be crowded.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Seven: The Babysitter

Jason offered to watch Sammy and Chris while Lois checked on Laney in the hospital, and Lois dropped both boys off. Sammy introduced himself and shook Jason's hand. "You were just a baby the last time I saw you," Jason smiled, "And you must be Christopher... Or do you prefer Chris?"

Chris didn't say anything. His eyes were puffy and red as if he'd cried the whole night before. Lois crouched down and whispered something to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek, and she turned to Sammy and gave him a hug. "I'll be back in a little while, and Conner'll come to pick you up if I'm gone too long," Lois whispered, "Thank you, Jason. I really appreciate this."

"Don't worry about it. I already made dinner," Jason replied.

Lois waved at her sons before leaving the apartment. As soon as the door shut, Sammy asked, "Is Laney in your class?"

"Oh, no. Our majors are different," Jason replied. He noticed that Chris stared at him, but he didn't make a big deal of it.

"I think Laney had a picture of you in our room. He said you took it with him at the fair," Chris mumbled. Jason smiled.

"Yeah, I remember that. Laney made fun of me for not being tall enough to ride the Enterprise, and he ended up getting sick on the ride," Jason chuckled. Sammy laughed too.

"Is Laney really sick?" Chris asked. Jason shook his head.

"Well... Um, Lane was cracking jokes as usual, but he is a little bit sick. His doctors know what's wrong, and they're going to do their best to fix things... You guys can get comfortable," Jason replied. Chris swallowed hard as Jason walked over to the kitchen to take their dinner out of the oven.

Sammy sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, and he whispered something to Chris. Jason made the boys' plates, and he poured them something to drink. Jason sat their plates on the table, and he sat at the table with them, getting ready to eat. The three of them stared at the tv as they ate, and Sammy ate his vegetables with his fingers. Chris ate quietly, remembering that Lois told them to be on their best behavior. "Do you like Laney, or do you like-like Laney?" Sammy asked.

"Sammy, don't be rude," Chris whispered and put his fork down.

Jason put his fork down. "Why would you ask that?" Jason replied.

"Because people who take photobooth pictures together are usually a couple," Sammy replied, "Are you and Laney dating?"

"No, we're not dating," Jason whispered as he went back to eating. "We were just really close."

"Like brothers?" Chris asked. Jason shook his head.

"No, it was different," Jason whispered. After they finished eating, Chris curled up on one side of Jason's couch and fell asleep.

Sammy stayed awake, waiting for their parents to return.

"It's getting dark," Sammy whispered. Jason checked the time on his phone. "Is my mom gonna come?"

"I think she might. If not, I know your brother, Conner's gonna come pick you guys up," Jason answered. Sammy wiped his eyes, and Jason could tell that something was keeping Sammy from going to sleep. "What's wrong?"

"Does Laney look sick?" Sammy asked. Jason shook his head. "Really?"

"Really, he's doing just fine. I mean, he's still annoying, but I don't think the doctors can do much about that," Jason joked. Sammy smiled. "Between you and me, though, does Laney like-like me? Like, has he said anything about it?"

"I don't think I can tell you that," Sammy whispered, "Laney'd be pretty mad if I told you something like that." Jason nodded.

"That's fair. I guess I'll have to ask Laney later on," Jason whispered.

"Why'd you lie earlier when I asked if you liked Laney?" Jon asked.

"I didn't lie. I just chose not to answer your question. There's a difference," Jason answered, "I waited until you asked a question I wanted to answer, and I answered that, but I never lied to you."

"So you tricked me?" Sammy asked.

"Twice," Jason smiled. He was actually a little proud of himself. Someone knocked on the door, and Jason checked the peephole and let Conner in to pick the boys up.

"Hey, Jason... Christopher, hey buddy?" Conner whispered. He tapped on Chris's nose. "It's time to go." Chris didn't stir. "Fine." Conner picked him up and asked if Jason would follow them to the car.

"Did you see Laney?" Sammy asked. Conner nodded as he carried Chris out the door.

"Yeah, he was tired. He had to drink a lot of water because his stomach was upset, but he's okay," Conner whispered. Chris yawned and opened his eyes.

"Are Mama and Dad still with Laney?" Chris asked. Conner put him down.

"Mhm, the doctors are taking great care of him, but he's exhausted. I think Mom is gonna stay the night with him tonight, and Dad's gonna come to the hotel in a little bit," Conner explained, and he unlocked the car door.

"What did the doctors do?" Chris asked. Conner gestured for the boys to get in the car.

"Nothing too crazy. Don't worry about that," Conner replied, "I'm gonna talk to Jason for a second." He closed the door after the boys got in the car.

"He really as okay as you said?" Jason asked.

"Of course not. I told Chris and Sam that because I didn't want them to freak out. His temperature went up right after the procedure, and then they told my mom something," Conner looked back at the car and smiled at his brothers, "And she flipped out and started yelling at the doctor... Then, my dad left me with Laney to calm Mom down, and Laney kept telling me he was thirsty and the nurses weren't coming. It was a fucking mess."

"I should go up there tomorrow—."

"I don't think they're gonna let anyone see him until his fever goes back down," Conner replied, "Wanna ride with us to the hotel? I kind of have to stop and talk to somebody after I drop them off." Jason nodded.

"Why didn't you just call and ask me to take them to the hotel?" Jason asked.

"Because they would've freaked out if none of us showed up to come and get them. Especially Sammy," Conner whispered. Jason nodded and got in the passenger's seat.

Sammy buckled his seatbelt, and Chris kicked his shoes off. "Your car smells like french fries," Sammy mumbled.

"Hey, I'm gonna drop you guys off at the hotel, and you're gonna get ready for bed. You're not gonna give Jason a hard time about it, and you're gonna share the bed by the couch," Conner commanded.

The car ride was quiet on the way to the hotel, and Conner led the three of them up to the hotel room. Sammy took his backpack off of the bed and went straight to the bathroom. Chris tapped Conner on the shoulder. "Can I call Dad?" Chris asked. Conner nodded and gave Chris his phone.

Jason sat on the couch bed and turned the tv on. Chris sat on the bed and kicked his feet. "Hey, Dad... No, I know..." Chris continued talking on the phone, and Conner kissed the top of Chris's head, and Chris swat him away. "Stop it," Chris whispered.

Sammy came out of the bathroom in his pajamas and hopped on the bed next to Chris. "Can I talk to Dad next?" Sammy asked. Chris nodded and gave him the phone.

"Hi... Uh-huh..." Sammy made a face, and then he started to tear up. "Why not?"

Chris grabbed Sammy's hand and pulled the phone away, and they both listened in on what Clark had to say. Chris started to cry. "But that's not what Mama said—."

"Okay," both boys answered, and they hung up. Conner took his phone back and sort of frowned. Both Sammy and Chris wept, and Conner opened his arms and embraced them.

"I'm gonna be back tonight, and tomorrow we're gonna go get pizza and go to one of those trampoline houses," Conner promised, "Okay? And then I'm gonna let you eat pop rocks and donuts and pop rocks on donuts." He messed up their hair.

The boys couldn't stop crying, and Jason kicked his shoes off and put his feet on the couch.

Jason pulled a pillow over his face, and he allowed himself to crumble for a minute or so, and he collected himself. "Hey, Conner, it's alright. I've got them," Jason mumbled. Conner nodded and let go of them, and made his way out the door.

Jason looked to see which of the two was more visibly upset, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have said I didn't want to see Laney, but I was scared," Sammy cried.

"When did you say that?" Chris asked, wiping his tears away.

"I didn't say it out loud, but I thought it," Sammy cried.

"That's not why Laney isn't feeling good," Chris reassured him. Jason let out a little breath of air after realizing that the boys would comfort each other. Jason lay on the couch, and the boys continued to talk to each other.

After a while, Chris got up and changed into his pajamas, and Sammy climbed into bed. "Do you like your brothers?" Sammy asked.

"We don't always get along, but yeah. I do like my brothers and my sister," Jason whispered.

"Laney's not always a good big brother... But maybe I'm not a good little brother all the time—."

"No one is, Sammy. I can be terrible to my siblings sometimes. It doesn't mean I don't love them. It's just that if you know someone long enough, you're bound to fall out a few times... Take my sister Cass and me, for example. She's so easy to get along with, but we still argue over the stupidest things sometimes," Jason explained. Sammy turned to him.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like when I'm tired or upset, I get mad at the way she eats... Or how she would borrow things from me without letting me know. Stupid stuff like that," Jason answered.

"Do you ever apologize?" Sammy asked. Jason nodded.

"Only when I'm so wrong, it warrants an apology. Most of the time, though, we hangout and call it even... Laney doesn't hold grudges. He's never been that way," Jason whispered, "I should know."

"Did you and Laney fight a lot?" Sammy asked.

"All the time. Once, Laney made me so mad that I punched him, and instead of hitting me back, do you know what he did? He told me he wouldn't tell anybody I hit him," Jason whispered.

"Why'd you hit him?" Sammy asked.

"Because he kept bumping into me on purpose, and then he said I was too nice to do anything about it. Laney can be a real jerk sometimes, but he can be sweet. I bet you know that just as well as anyone," Jason whispered. Sammy yawned and nodded.

Chris came out of the bathroom in his pajamas and climbed into bed. "Goodnight," Chris whispered.

"Goodnight," Jason and Sammy replied, but none of them slept. Instead, they all lay there pretending that they weren't worried about Laney until Clark came. He turned the light on low and checked on his sons first.

"Christopher, Sammy, what are you two boys still doing up?" Clark whispered. They almost fell on each other as they rushed to embrace their father. Clark held them tight and kissed the tops of their heads. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"

One of the boys mumbled something, and Clark smiled. "He's the only one of you that went to bed on time. He's fast asleep," Clark whispered.

Jason got up to leave, and Clark held up a finger asking him to wait a moment. After Clark put his sons to sleep, he stepped outside of the room with Jason to speak to him. "What happened at Christmas?" Clark asked. Jason shook his head. "Jason, I'm not asking because I'm upset. I'm asking because he wanted to talk to you and apologize for what happened," Clark explained.

Jason shook his head. "Nothing happened on Christmas," Jason lied, "Look, Mr. Kent, let me know if anything changes with Laney... And tell him that I'll come to see him as soon as they let me." Jason left in a hurry without another word to Clark without realizing he was nearly an hour's walk from home. Once he got to the end of the street, the adrenaline wore off, and he realized that Laney was no longer going to allow him to pretend what happened never happened. He wondered why Laney would want to torment him like that.

Tears filled his eyes as he walked, and he couldn't see the street clearly. He furiously wiped the tears from his eyes as he walked down the sidewalk. Jason wondered if Laney took Bruce's offer to spend time with him just so he could remind Jason of that night. He was hysterical and panicked as he breathlessly walked down the street. Jason wished he was home where he could fall apart in peace, but instead, he was crossing the street blindly in the middle of the night, crying his eyes out.

His phone rang, and he answered, not looking at who was calling because there was no one in the world he could imagine talking to at that moment. "Clark just called me and said you were trying to walk home—."

"Why did he call you and not Bruce?" Jason asked.

"Don't be like that. Tim's gonna come get you. Where are you right now—."

"I don't need a ride. I want to walk home. I need to clear my head—."

"Jason, don't be childish. Where are you? Clark doesn't have to call Dad, but I will," Dick threatened.

"I don't want a ride home," Jason raised his voice.

"What's the matter with you?" Dick asked. "Are you worried about Laney?"

"Yes, I'm worried about him... But it's not that," Jason cried, "Why does he want to talk about Christmas?"

"I have a better question: Why are you so afraid to talk about Christmas?" Dick asked.

"Because it was a fucking disaster. I feel like part of Laney wants me to relive that humiliation—."

"What happened? I saw him run out of your room, but you never told me what happened that night—."

"I kissed him, and it was the stupidest, most humiliating experience of my entire life..."

"Because he ran off? But isn't that kind of why you guys are friends now?" Dick asked.

"Well, yeah..." Jason sniffed and stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Well, take a second to pull yourself together and try to think about why he would actually want to bring that up... And tell me where you are so I can tell Tim where to pick you up," Dick commanded. Jason nodded to himself and told Dick where he was.

"Mr. Kent did say Laney wanted to apologize to me for Christmas," Jason whispered.

"Uh-huh. Tim said he's on that street. Stay with him and his friends tonight, and get some sleep. Maybe it'll be nice for you to chill over there for the night," Dick replied.

"Maybe..." Jason mumbled.

Tim pulled up and rolled the passenger window down. "Get in, loser, we're going-. Oh shit, are you crying?" Tim asked.

Jason shook his head. Dick hung up, and Jason got in the car. "I'm fine," Jason replied.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tim asked.

"No," Jason replied. Tim shrugged. Jason took a deep breath and dried his face.

"Fine... I heard you went home today," Tim replied.

"And what a shitshow that was. How are you?" Jason asked. Tim shrugged.

"Conner and I got into an argument this morning about laundry, and he said he was gonna spend the night at Lane's. Then Lane had to go to the hospital, and Conner came over to tell me, and we made up... Bart got his head stuck in the stair railing, and we had to call the fire department," Tim listed.

"Is he okay?" Jason asked.

"Oh yeah, he's fine. It was super embarrassing having to explain that to our neighbors, though," Tim replied, "Nice to see you, by the way."

[logbook99]

Foxy mask.

Hands reach through the darkness and grip the nearest thing they can find, and what they encounter is a memory. If it were a pleasant memory, he wouldn't feel nauseous looking at it again.

The mask is brought to his face as he peers through the eye holes, viewing the memories of a younger soul—the version of himself he regretted. Sometimes. His first memory that greets him is the day Charlie comes over, the girl excitedly offering him a hug, which he greedily accepts. He holds her close, gently and gingerly, feeling his knees weaken for a different reason.

She's alive, safe, and still here with Michael, he knows. She's not in that machine, that puppet; she's here with flesh and soul. He hears her give a surprised laugh. "Miss me that much?" Charlotte teases, 'I miss seeing you in one piece, not flat down in the alleyway.' He keeps it to himself, but it's food for thought.

"Yeah, I guess I did. But why wouldn't I? You're my best friend; I'm always happy to see you." Much to his dismay, Michael responds that he'll squeeze her before letting her go, but she can't know what he does. He refuses to ruin this reunion—a memory? Was this his memory? It did feel right, but it differed slightly from what he remembered. She was here before, hugging and inviting him and his siblings. His siblings. His facial expression must have worried Charlotte as she gently taps his shoulder. "Mick, are you good in there?" His nose scrunches in annoyance. 'Mick', he remembered. That nickname wasn't bad, but it was irritating to hear it and think of 'the mouse.' Oh well, he'll live.

"Yeah, Charles, I'm just fine." Michael nudges her; if this wasn't a memory, it was just a dream. He can enjoy it while he can; Charlie's here. Since it's a dream, he will be able to find others. The man's—no, the boy's—shoulder is lightly smacked. "Don't call me Charles! I sound forty!" Charlotte jokingly exclaims, which gets a laugh from Michael.

His eyes wander from her to the checker-patterned floor, the booths, and the tables. They were in Fredbear's dining area. He hadn't seen Fredbear's in so long—did it look like this? He could have sworn that—no. He must be tired—in a dream, in some way? Charlotte backs away from him to tug something from her jacket pocket. He hears the shuffling of paper and returns his eyes toward her, seeing a green, pink, white, and yellow painted card now given to him. "Sammy and I's birthday is coming up!" she announces happily to Michael, who has encountered another issue here.

Who is Sammy?

"O-oh, so soon?" He'll pretend he knows who Sammy is, just for now. "Well, of course, I'll come to your birthday. I know what you want. Easy peasy." Michael says this confidently as Charlotte turns herself away to step toward an arcade cabinet. Of course, he follows along. Michael doesn't want to lose sight of her right now. Who knows when he'll wake up from this dream? Watching her insert a Faztoken into the coin slot causes the cabinet to spring to life. 'Springbonnie happy town' sounded new to him; he kept an eye on the screen as Charlotte pressed play.

Seeing the amalgamation of pixels create the yellow rabbit his father adorned causes discomfort. Indeed, this was just a momentary thing. Maybe Charlie will get bored and play something else. Springbonnie goes house to house to gather all four animal friends.

And his hand flattens against Charlie's own. He grabs her hand as he sees the animals approach the rabbit. Chicken, rabbit, fox, and bear. Oh, if only he had memories of his teen self before he knew who these would become. He can hear Charlie's voice after some ringing: "Mike! You're going to break my hand!" Blue eyes dart down, and they see that he's squeezing her tight and quickly letting go. The game's happy chiptune music taunts him, and he backs away as the Yellow Rabbit dances. He's waiting for Charlie to continue control.

"I feel pretty dizzy right now. Sorry." And Michael was rushing away before Charlie could say anything else. Running to the male restroom, he quickly looks himself over in the mirror. Teenage him. 13 years old, his hair was a bit longer than he thought it was, and he had blue eyes and tanned skin from running around outside and playing sports. Summer. It was almost over. His hands rest on the sink counter as he looks himself over. Small pink scars decorate his bottom mouth from the very red foxy mask he wears now. Too many unlucky door slams have caused the mask's blunt fangs to bump and skin his lips on occasion. Sometimes, even cutting in.

Shaking hands rose to grip the fox mask and tear it off his face. He shuts his eyes tight. Waiting, he should wake up. Right? He started this dream by putting it on. He had to wake up now.

Any moment now.

BANG. A stall door opens a bit too loud, and Michael's eyes shoot open, seeing a red-haired boy. Around his and Charlie's ages, he was thin and tall. He wore a fake eyepatch. Ah, the self-proclaimed Foxy's number-one fan. Fritz. Seeing him walk right over and rest his fake hook accessory on the counter, he tosses a look of intrigue at Michael.

"Afton, hey! I haven't seen you for two days! You skipped out on coming by? That's what your sister Liz has been saying. You got into skipping." He begins washing his hands, and Michael has to look him over a few times. He's here. Alive. Fritz isn't in the animatronic. Fritz grabs a paper towel to blot his hands dry as he raises a brow at Michael's silence. "Hello? Are you well, Afton? Or did Simmons finally get you to drink, and you're acting weird because of it?" Oh. Crap.

Michael shakes his head and gathers water to rub into his face.

"Haha. Very funny. No, Simmons didn't get me drunk. It's not that I don't feel cool without alcohol, but I must admit that I have been avoiding it. I've been busy." 'Busy' is a loaded word for trying to release their souls in the future.

"Mr busy! I see. I see. Anyway, have you seen your brother?" Fritz crumpled the paper towel and put it in the bin. Michael thought hard about his brother. Evan should be here somewhere. "He isn't in his usual spot by the stage," Michael asks. Mike needs some clarification. Fritz takes that as an apparent 'no' and holds his hook back. "Nah. I guess Sissy Lizzy must have him, then. Twins are often together, after all." Elizabeth. He hadn't thought of her since Circus Baby's attack. When Michael leaves his mind, Fritz is going, and Michael follows.

The diner is live with children and families, looking at it in this populace. Michael can see how the kids got lured off so easily. While there are many people, there need to be more guards. There are not enough eyes to follow every child running here from there. His eyes lock onto a familiar man tying Charlie's ponytail up in her green scrunchie. He was the man she also so adored, as did Michael.

Henry Emily was a 5"5' man. He looked almost constantly angry, but that was far from the truth. Henry had brunette curls just like his daughter but shorter. Henry kisses his child on the forehead, and Michael can see another child once he moves aside. He looks similar enough to Charlie—was this Sammy? Henry takes notice of Michael and waves him over, to which Michael approaches the family.

"Hey, Charlotte says you were feeling dizzy. Are you okay, Mikey?" He'll reach out, laying his hand on Michael's brow, and Michael freezes. He hasn't been handled with such gentleness and care in years, not since Elizabeth died and his father attempted to calm him down. "Well, you don't seem to have a fever, which is good, but you look a little pale." He could cry; he could cry. He has not seen Charlotte or Henry in years, and he hugs Henry.

Henry is surprised before putting his hands on Michael's back. "Mikey, are you feeling bad? Were you brought here by your father? I can take you home if you need me to," he says softly. Michael is speechless, virtually clutching on Henry; he can't remember the last time he saw this man. He's so concentrated on Henry that he doesn't notice Sammy staring at him, but Henry is the one who pulls away and ruffles Mike's hair. "You act like you didn't just see me a few days ago, Mike. What is wrong?"

"I sincerely appreciate you, Uncle Henry. You've been just amazing to my family." Michael felt his eyes wet and immediately wiped them with his arm. "And I love you." Charlotte smiles at her father and buddy; Sammy stands with his arms folded as Henry tells Michael he loves him too. Michael finally looks at the boy and attempts to evaluate him; eventually, he approaches and gives a fist.

"Sammy, good to see you," Michael says.

"Sure." Sammy pulls away and eventually pushes his knuckles against Michael's before rushing out, hands stuffed into his jeans pockets as he walks through the crowd of youngsters and teenagers.

"So- Michael, Charlotte tells me you'll attend hers and Sammy's party in two weeks?" Henry asks the child as he watches his son leave; the Afton teen returns his gaze and instantly grabs Charlie's hand, squeezing it.

"Of course! Why's that even a question? I wouldn't miss it for the world!" This dream keeps going, and he's unsure whether he'll be here anymore. Maybe he will, though. Some big-time skip might happen, right?

"Alright, I have a job for you then. Meet me at Parts & Service within an hour." with that; Henry swiftly exits the scene to lift his walkie-talkie and page one of the workers as he leaves the teens.

"You like holding my hand, huh?" Charlie queries, looking his way, brown eyes on blue.

"Maybe I just really like you."

"Oh, come on."

"Who knows... it's a mystery, Charles."

He is having fun but misses being with someone his age again. As an adult, he is alone. But here, in this dream, he can be with her again and many others in his age range who spoke to him like a person. Charlie will swing their hands together as she takes him to fetch some pizza; they only have an hour.

What to do until then?

[queenofcats17]

The Ink Demonth 22

Day 22 was Radio.

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"Listen to the radio

The safety's lost and we will show

Our preparations and what you know

Will surely help you flow."

Alice frowned, looking up from the door she'd been fiddling with. It wasn't uncommon to hear Sammy singing, it seemed to be how he kept himself sane, but this was a new song. She'd never heard it before.

"What are you doing?" She demanded, approaching the glass of her cell.

Sammy stopped his song. "I am singing. Isn't that obvious?"

Alice huffed, folding her arms. "Yes, I can hear that. But what are you singing? I've never heard it before."

"I heard it on the radio."

"They let you have a radio?" Alice asked incredulously.

"I haven't tried to escape or called our captors names that don't bear repeating." Alice could hear the smugness in his stupid voice.

"You're insufferable," she growled, sitting down with her back to the glass.

"Coming from you, I take that as a compliment," Sammy hummed, plucking out a few notes on his banjo.

There was a beat of silence, the only sound being Sammy's banjo, before Alice spoke again.

"How does the rest of it go?"

"You want to hear more?" Sammy sounded surprised.

"There's nothing else to do," she couldn't help but snap. "And your voice isn't terrible."

Sammy gave a little laugh, then began to sing again.

"You know you’ll never swing

When the color's gone and everything

Has signed their way as my offspring

And now you'll hear them sing."

Alice closed her eyes, listening intently to Sammy's voice.

"Calling out, you're in danger

A stranger, he’s angered

Your life's on the line, running out of time

All through these halls I would wager

You're braver, a savior

Determined to find, and crawl through his mind."

This song sounded so familiar. She almost felt as though she'd heard it before. But where?

"Seeking for answers

With darkened thoughts

Blind, yet you clearly see us

Praying that you will rise up

Wake up and face reality."

That was when Sammy stopped singing.

Alice opened her eyes, frowning. "Why did you stop?" She demanded.

"The rest of the song is in... other voices," Sammy said. "The other verses aren't mine."

"The other verses aren't yours?" Alice repeated, somewhat skeptical.

"They're not for me to sing," Sammy said. "Not all the songs on the radio are for me to sing. They're sung in other voices. Voices that are not mine."

Alice rolled her eyes. She should have known that sooner or later Sammy would end up saying some kind of strange shit.

"Well, it was a nice song I suppose." She stood up, returning to where she'd been tinkering with the door. "It's good to know at least you still have your voice. It always was the best thing about you."

"The next verse is yours, you know," Sammy hummed, beginning to pluck at his banjo once more.

"...Excuse me?"

But Sammy said nothing more, only humming "Willow Weep For Me" to himself.

Alice rolled her eyes again. Whatever. Sammy's ramblings didn't matter. What mattered was getting out of this awful place.

...Maybe once she was out she could find a radio. Then she could hear the full song for herself. See if the next verse really was hers.

[imbiowaresbitch]

Getting to the Bottom of It

Pairing: destiel

Words: 9040

Summary:

Dean has been in love with his roommate Cas for forever, but unfortunately, Cas doesn't feel the same way. Still, Cas is his best friend, so when Dean finds out that Sammy proposed to Eileen, he can't wait to share the news. A discussion about Sam reveals Cas' concern that Dean has put his life on hold, but Dean isn't interested in going out and dating just anyone. They both realise they were working under certain misapprehensions, and need to use their words.

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"Cas! Cas, Cas Cas!" 

Dean burst through the door to the duplex he shared with his best friend, elation bubbling through his veins. Cas' folding massage table was in its place by the door, and the familiar scent of pot hung in the air, so he knew Cas was home. He rounded the corner into the living room and paused to admire the view.

Cas was stretched out on the couch, one arm tucked lazily behind his head, flicking through channels on the tv. A still-smouldering joint sat in an ashtray on the coffee table, and Cas reached out a long-fingered hand and picked it up to take a slow drag. The pungent smoke drifted from his nostrils before he blew out the lungful in a cloud, and Dean raked his eyes over Cas' body. The languid pose, one foot planted flat and his knee bent, instantly drew Dean's eyes to the not-so-subtle bulge behind grey sweatpants, and to the treasure trail leading down from beneath his rucked-up t-shirt.

Dean counted himself lucky that Cas had had massage appointments today, and so was even wearing a shirt. Not that looking at miles of golden skin was a hardship, exactly. But resisting the urge to touch and taste was much more difficult when presented with such a buffet. Not to mention the fantasies he had about having Cas’ hands on him, and not just because Cas was a massage therapist. 

Dean had seen far too many pornos with that particular plot to be able to ask Cas for a massage often, even when his body was aching from his own work as a carpenter.

"Yes, Dean?" Cas asked, but Dean's brain was still trying to reboot from the lust-induced meltdown. Luckily, Cas' eyes were still on the tv, and Dean crouched to untie his boots – and hide the half-chub he was sporting. Cas sat up and glanced over the back of the couch at him. "Well?"

Dean felt his face flush. What had he been so exci–

"Oh! Sammy finally popped the question! God knows why, but Eileen said yes! My little brother's all grown up!" 

Dean pretended to wipe away a tear as he stood, and Cas smirked at him.

"You didn't see that coming when he outgrew you by half a foot?" he teased, and Dean clapped a hand over his heart in mock pain at the shot. 

"He's barely got three inches on me, you dick!"

"Well, you know what they say, you are what you eat."

"You're an asshole," Dean accused with a laugh, only to see Cas' smile turn positively wicked. "Don't say it!"

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Thank you to @nickelkeep for the inspiration, love ya! And many thanks to @cr-noble-writes for beta-ing this thing!