#I really wanna do that GA!O fic… he’s been in my brain again

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god mood…

I’ve got like. 3 fics planned? They’re all aus I’ve gotta get back into writing regular saf though

and I’ve also got a ton of art stuff planned over the up coming week. Too much going on in my life and a decent chunk of it is just gay spies

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Mistakes Are Made pt. 2

Misha x Reader

Summary: You meet up with Misha to talk about what happened between the two of you but things didn’t go as expected.

Warnings: mild language, self-loathing, light smut, intoxication.

Word count: 1584

The smell of garlic mixed with tomato paste and other assortments of pizza toppings immediately hit you in the face as soon as you entered the shop, causing your stomach to involuntary growl. You could spot the pale grey beanie resting atop of Mackenzie’s head from a mile away, your feet moving towards the table she was at before you could even think. 

Every tiny little thing reminded you of Misha fucking Collins; everything. It took years for you to actually look at something and not think about him, but after what had just happened, you couldn’t stop seeing him everywhere.

Mackenzie greeted you with a warm smile before she took a bite of the pizza she had ordered. Practically throwing yourself into the chair, you stared at the pizza toppings, your face going blank.

“Misha!” Your voice rang throughout your small apartment, the door slamming behind you. Walking into the lounge room, you saw Misha sprawled out across your couch with the television on. Narrowing your eyes at him, you glanced at the coffee table noticing he had bought a pizza. “When did you get in here?”

“I don’t know, about an hour ago?” He shrugged, taking a large bite of the large pizza resting in his hands. “I was going to wait outside for you but the lady upstairs let me in.”

“Ms Carter.” You sighed, shaking your head. She was the one person you really trusted in this apartment building so you gave her a spare key in case something were to happen. 

Nodding his head, he sipped from the can of coke on the table beside him. “She’s seen me over so much, she saw no problem in letting me in. She actually thought we were dating.”

“You’d be lucky if I dated you.” You smugly said, earning nothing more than a scoff from him. You plopped down on the couch beside him and stealing a slice of pizza from the open box. 

“Hey! That’s my pizza,” He pouted at you. 

“And this is my apartment.” 

“Fine, fine.” Misha said, throwing his hands up in the air. “Can I, um, stay over tonight?” He gave you a sheepish look and you knew he was nervously biting his cheeks, afraid that you’d decline, even after everything the two of you had been through together.

Smiling softly, you nodded. You knew Misha was going through a rough patch with his career lately and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to afford the apartment he had anymore, so he had been cutting back on electricity, food, water, and gas. You were more than happy to help him. “As long as you don’t eat all of my food again.”

The smile on his face grew twice as big, showing just how grateful he was for all of your help. “No promises.”

“You good?” Mackenzie asked you, her eyes softening at your teary eyes. 

Swallowing thickly, you pushed yourself out of the chair. “Um, yeah. I’m going to go out for a little while, I need to clear my head.” You stumbled out of the pizza place before she could stop you, leaving her sitting there in confusion.

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Your numb thumb hovered over the green call button, your eyes scanning over the scribbled numbers numerous times before you finally called, listening to the ringing in silence. It was nerve racking, but you needed to do this.

“Hello?” His voice was thick like you had just woke him up and you immediately felt bad. 

“I-I’m sorry, I can call back?” Your voice was shaky and uneven, nothing compared to his calm tone. “I didn’t mean to wake you up,”

“No, no. Its fine, Y/n, really. I just needed a quick nap.”

“O-Okay,” You cursed yourself for being so nervous, you weren’t even near him and you were a wreck. Breathing in deeply, you decided it was be best to just get this over with, it’s not like the end result could be that bad. “Do you want to meet up and talk about it?” 

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He said, you could hear the blankets rustling around before you heard the squeak of the bed springs from the sudden release of pressure. “How about you come up to my room? It’s going to start getting busy downstairs since the convention’s concert is in less than an hour.”

“Um, y-yeah. What’s your room number?”

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128. 128. 128. It felt like the number was tattooed into your brain, it was the only thing you could even think about right now as you stood in front of the mahogany door. The golden numbers screwed into the wood shined off the lights from the ceiling; it was making your head spin.

Building up the courage to knock on the door, your heart thumped in your chest so loudly that you were sure he’d be able to hear it. The sound of shuffling sounded before the door swung open and you were pulled into a bone crushing hug, your face squashed against his chest and your arms barely able to wrap around him. “Misha,” You breathed, tapping his waist the slightest. “Can’t breathe.”

He released some of the pressure but kept his arms wrapped around you, a very large grin etched into his face. “Sorry.” He chuckled, the endearing sound bringing warmth to your heart. “How have you been?” He asked as he basically dragged you into his hotel room.

“I’m fine,” You lied. “How about you?”

“Yeah, pretty good. I’ve got the next three days off work so I’m living life to the fullest,” He joked. You wandered how he was making this look so easy, like the two of you hadn’t seen each other in two days or so, not eight years. 

He led you to the couch and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. You knew whiskey was Misha’s go-to alcohol preference when he needed a distraction or whenever he was stressed. He was just better at hiding it than you; must be all that acting he does. “Wanna drink?” He said, already pouring out the beverage before you could answer.

You sighed and shook your head as you sipped from the glass, ignoring the burning feeling at the back of your throat. “Misha, why are you doing all of this?” You asked, tears slowly slipping down your cheeks.

“What do you mean?” He took a shot and poured himself another without hesitation. 

“I-I stopped talking to you, I pushed you away. Why would you even want to try and fix this after everything that I’ve done?” You hid the cracks in your voice fairly well but the tears cascading down your cheeks and falling to your lap were enough proof for him to know that this had hit you harder than he had thought.

Misha’s eyes softened and he turned his body to face you, one hand reaching out to grab yours. “Because we were best friends, and I miss talking to you and being near you.” Another shot. “You made me happy,”

Swallowing the rest of the amber liquid in your glass, you refilled it up and started sipping from it, already feeling the buzz. It had been a while since you’ve properly drank anything and the strong whiskey was hitting you faster than you had expected. “I was an asshole.” Another shot.

“And I was childish.” He murmured, scooting closer to you. Another shot. 

The tears were coming out of your eyes like you were a miniature waterfall, your cheeks pink and flushed and your hands were shaking underneath his. “I-I’m so-” Misha’s lips pressed against yours softly, his hand coming up to wipe away the tears before he cupped the back of your head. You were stunned from the unexpected contact but the alcohol helped build up your confidence enough to kiss him back. It was like a sudden need; you needed your old best friend to just be there. 

He picked you up and brought you to the bed, laying you on top of it before he settled himself between your legs, his lips continuing to move against yours as his hands slowly undressed the both of you. You tried to help but he just swatted your hands away and whispered a soft “no” before going back to nipping at your skin. 

Within minutes you and Misha were clawing at each other’s skin, desperately trying to get as close as humanly possible.

Misha was above you, his hips moving in a sloppy drunken pace, while you left open mouthed kisses down his chest and back up to his neck. Moans of each other’s names eliciting throughout the tiny hotel room, more than likely disturbing whoever was in the next room.

His head fell to your neck, his arms wrapping up behind your shoulders and squeezing tightly as he continued moving. Flesh rubbing against flesh, nails and teeth leaving marks that’ll last for days. It wasn’t long before the two of you both finally pulled away from each other, breathing heavily as you crawled underneath the covers.

He wrapped an arm around your middle and you inched closer to him for warmth. His head was rested on your shoulder, his breathing eventually evening out as he fell asleep. Your hand ran up to the messy brown locks atop his head, gently massaging his scalp as he slept. Your eyelids shut on their own accord and you fell asleep with your arm draped over his neck and your head resting against his.

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When You Call Part 2

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, mentions of graphic violence, injury descriptions, attempted assault (head my warnings if you are easily triggered.

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Characters: Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, OMC Jason, OMC Jason’s Friend (Mark)

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to part 2!  This fic is turning into quite the series and I am so excited to share it with you guys! I hope y’all enjoy! Once again, many many many thanks to @emoryhemsworth for being my Beta reader, you are truly awesome sauce! As I mentioned in the announcement, there will be a part 3! This one is angsty still, I promise that fluff and smut will be in this series but for right now, it’s a bit painful. I hope y’all enjoy!

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Previously…

I ran as fast as I could tucking myself in, hoping I could bust past them and make it to the door of the pub. I did get past them but Jason caught my wrist. I screamed “LET GO OF ME! HELP! DEAN!!!”. I don’t know why I called out to him but I did.

I heard distinctly on the phone “Y/N!!! I’m on my way baby girl fight! I’m coming!” yelled Dean.

The other man ripped the phone from my hands and said: “You’re not gonna make it in time, she’ll call you back”. He hung up and smashed the phone.

Dean’s POV:

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“SON OF A BITCH!” I barked at the top of my lungs. As I banged my hand against the dashboard of Baby. I can’t think about what is happening. I see Sam loading the guns as I high tail it towards the pub, and right now, nothing seems real. A few hours ago I was fighting with her because she did something reckless on a hunt and now two asshole Alphas are… no… nope, I can’t think like that. She is tough, she can fight, I know she can.

I raced down the road in Baby, my body getting ready to rip someone apart. I could feel the adrenaline only heightening everything, including my imagination. I imagined what I’d do to them when I got my hands on them. I’d tie them up in the dungeon. I’d start off slow, hitting them everywhere it hurt and making sure that they’d be awake for it all.

Then I’d take out my knife, the dullest one that I have, and I’m gonna cut over and over again until they beg me to stop. Then I’m gonna keep on carving. Treat them like I treated the souls on the rack. I’m going to burn their wounds shut, then “disinfect” with whiskey.  That’s where the real fun’s going to begin. I’m gonna use every single device that we have to make them scream, make them beg. Then I’m gonna skin them alive if they scream too much, I’m cutting out their tongues. I will gladly make the last few hours of their pathetic fucking lives absolute hell.  

I looked towards Sammy to see him sporting the same face that I had. Our faces were contorted, morphed into killing scowls, my lip twitched like a rabid dog that’s been starved for weeks. Looks like if we do get them alive, he’d be down for some of the torturing too. I could smell a slight hint of fear on Sam as I looked back to the road. “Don’t,” I growled.

“Don’t what?”

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“Don’t think like that Sammy, she is gonna be fine, we just have to get there,” I said as I punched the gas pedal even more than I was before.

Y/N’s POV:

Okay… I’ve been in bad situations before. I’m no stranger to them but this… this is a whole different danger. This doesn’t have to do with death but I have a feeling that is exactly what I’ll be wishing for after this.

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“Get your hands off of me! HELP!” I screamed from Jason’s grasp as I thrashed. Jason had covered my mouth as he dragged me to the alleyway next to the pub with his friend in tow.

“Damn, Jason. Do you smell her?! She’s gonna be delicious,” said Jason’s friend as he grabbed me from Jason’s grasp and slammed me into the wall, making me dizzier than before. I felt the blood that poured out of my head and soaking into my hair from the impact. His grip tightened as I gasped for air, seeing the all too familiar white spots in my vision. I tried to fight back, but his arm span was too long. I couldn’t reach his eyes, his pressure points, his legs, nothing. I was dangling in the air, knowing what was about to happen would be the worst experience in my life.

I felt Jason tug at my pants as his friend held me there. I tried to kick him but it was no use at all, as soon as my vision began to go black I heard Jason yell “Cut it out Mark, you’re gonna kill her, set her down, wanna see those pretty eyes.”

“Come on Jason, you can’t tell me that seeing her like this… on the verge of passing out… you can’t tell me this doesn’t get you going.” said his friend.

“I said put her down, Mark,” growled Jason, and he did exactly that. As he set me down I could feel myself collapsing onto the ground as I tried to take in as much air as possible. When I should’ve hit the ground I felt Jason catch me and say “Look at that, she’s already weak in the knees for us… Who knows, maybe you found your mates tonight, Omega… Maybe I’ll mark that gorgeous neck of yours, make you mine.”

As soon as I could breathe again I spat out “Get your hands off of me!” as I threw a punch. His head rocketed to the side and then peered back to me.

“Rough little Omega, I like that… Now it’s time for you to submit. Present for us, now,” said Jason.

When I refused he pinned me to the wall and growled at me.

“Either way this is happening Omega, I don’t care about traditions,” said Jason as he sucked on my neck and ripped my shirt in half. I thrashed as hard as I could but my heat made me so weak, I couldn’t fight back. I felt my skin crawl like I couldn’t get out any faster.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you, as soon as you’re ours…” growled his friend as he began to work on his pants.

I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone, anyone could hear me.

Then I heard it.

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I heard Baby’s tires screeching to a halt and I heard Dean scream for me.

  Jason covered my mouth and I promptly wiggled one knee out of his large frame and kneed him in the groin. He let out a grunt and let me go, I yelled, “DEAN!!! OVER HERE!” Jason threw me to the ground and crawled over top of me, this time trying to claim me. I began to fight, harder than I’ve ever fought before. He kept on trying to pin me and bite me wherever he could while his friend began to beat me into submission. I was being kicked and punched from every direction. I felt the blood coming out of my mouth, my ribs breaking, I felt it all.  

Finally, I heard Dean and Sam, way closer than before and I saw Jason’s friend pull out a gun as he turned around. He was promptly met with a bullet to his sternum.

Then I heard a primal growl and in a flash, Jason was off of me and was now being pinned to the wall by Dean. Dean had no weapon.

Jason chuckled as he said “What are you gonna do? This Omega’s mine, she just hasn’t warmed up to it yet.”

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Dean looked at him with a deadly stare as he said, “She doesn’t belong to anyone, especially not an asshole like you!” Dean then began to punch Jason, over and over again. He then let Jason collapse to the ground at which point Dean then caged him in and continued the beating.

I had never seen Dean like that. His goal was to murder this man. A part of me wanted him to murder him.

“Dean, you’re gonna kill him,” said Sam as he rushed to Dean. Sam was trying to pry Dean off and all Dean did was shove Sam so hard that he practically flew across the alleyway.

I found that my face was so swollen that I couldn’t really speak that well, but I knew that Dean would regret it if he did kill him so I tried to speak. “De-Dean” was all I could whisper before I whimpered. Everything hurt on so many levels, I just wanted Dean to take me home and never let me go again.

I saw his head visibly snap towards my voice and I saw his heartbreak. His face immediately softened as he looked at me.

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  “Do you know what I do for a living?” asked Dean as he looked back at Jason, almost completely knocked out and covered in blood.

“I’m a hunter, I kill monsters of all shapes and sizes,” said Dean as he pulled out his gun from his waistband. “Vampires, werewolves, demons, angels, witches, Skinwalkers…”

I heard Jason moan and Dean looked at him in the eyes as he said “I’ve never truly enjoyed my job… Killing isn’t exactly the morally correct thing to do.”

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Jason’s eyes then got wide as Dean pointed the gun at his head and chuckled “But this, ohhh this I’m gonna enjoy…” Dean then pulled the hammer of the gun back and said  “See you in hell,” then pulled the trigger, spraying brain matter all over the wall behind Jason’s head.  

  It was then that Dean looked at me and lunged towards me.

Dean’s POV:

I whispered her name as soon as my knees hit the ground beside her. All I got in response was a whimper… A whimper. I tried to look at her in the eyes but her eyes were so swollen, I could only tell that they were open from the faint reflection of the streetlamp on her pupils. Black eyes were already forming, her skin turning a plum purple and a nightmarish green from the blood pooling under it. I looked down her body and I immediately noticed the tears in her shirt, the blood coming from those tears, the road rash all over her exposed skin, and her pants looked like they were trying to tear them in two. I hear her whimper again and reach for my hand as tears fell down her cheeks.

I immediately offered my hand to her, all I can feel was relief and heartbreak, “It’s okay sweetheart, I’ve got you. Can you move?” I asked as gently as I could as I used my free hand to gently wipe away the tears. She breathed a soft ‘no’ and began to cry. I could see the pain on her face as she tried not to tremble too much. “It’s gonna be okay, they are never touching you again, I’m here. I’ll get you out of here, ok? Just bare with me.”

This is gonna hurt.

As soon as I went to lift her she wailed in pain and wrapped her hands in my flannel, trying to get as close to me as she possibly could.

I heard her saying “Make it stop… make the pain stop” over and over again as I carried her to Baby.

I tried my best not to jostle her, but I knew that, at that moment, my Omega was in absolute agony and there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do about it. “Sam, grab the keys, your driving.” The minute I spoke I heard her cry in response to the vibrations from my chest hitting her fragile frame. I am hurting my Omega. I’m the reason why my Omega is like this right now and, to be honest, I don’t even know how I’m going to live with myself.

As soon as I went to put her in the car her arms wrapped around my neck as she pleaded “Don’t let go of me, just don’t let go of me and take me home, please.”

“I’m just setting you down in Baby, I’m gonna be right here with you,” I whispered back. As soon as she loosened her grip I set her down in the backseat. When I climbed in she immediately reached for me again and I gently cradled her in my arms the whole way back to the motel.

Now that I’m closer to her I can’t help but smell her intoxicating scent mixed with the metallic smell of blood. I examined her face a little closer and noticed that she was bleeding from her mouth. I then reached into her curled form to feel for a new wound. I figured those assholes burst her other stitches and thank God I didn’t find any new ones.

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After Sam pulled into the lot he ran around and opened the door for me and I stepped out with her in my hands. She was a little quieter when I lifted her this time. The ride must’ve caused her so much pain that her body went temporarily numb.

As soon as Sam got the door open, I rushed to get her onto my bed. I hated moving her because every single time, she cried silently.

As I gently laid her down, Sam went into his duffel for the first aid kit.

“Dean, how is she looking?” questioned Sam. I went to check her pulse and it was strong, which made me breathe just a tiny bit easier.

“Her pulse is good, so that’s a start, how are you feeling sweetheart?” I asked.

“Like I wanna pass out… the pain is so bad… hurts to breathe,” groaned Y/N. I could see it in her face the level of pain that she was in, her passing out may be a blessing for her. Just as I thought that she was out like a light, I felt her pulse again and it was steady, which meant that Sam and I can get to work on her.

“Come on Sam, she’s out cold. Let’s get her patched up and let her rest.”

“I know better than to come near her when she’s in heat and you’re in the room. I wanna keep my life, thank you very much,” he replied. It was true, the thought of him touching her made my skin crawl but I couldn’t imagine letting her bleed more just because I was being protective.

“Listen, I get I’m an Alpha, but I’m not an animal, Sam. She needs us. Now hurry up and get your ass over here, help me get this bleeding under control.” I insisted. God, please let her get through this.

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May 23rd, 2018