#and I was NOT PREPARED to see him and Sam share a screen

[eon-become-instant]

So I’m watching The Newsreader for Sam right (and really fucking loving it, like this show is brilliant on its own - Anna Torv is incredible!)

And I get to season two…

And excuse me but why did no one fuckin tell me ELIJAH MIKAELSON was in this?!?!!

Do you know how hard it was for me to stop myself from screaming like??? Elijah??? And Lestat!?!?! On screen together?!!?!?!?

I need to know if Sam and Daniel ever talked about their shared experiences of playing vampires cause omg.

[winchesterwild78]

Carry on My Wayward Son part 1

Master List

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: Mention of injury, angst, 

A/N: Just something I’ve been thinking about. This takes place at the end of Season 15. Dean doesn’t die, cause dammit he deserved better than that. Uses Supernatural characters but doesn’t follow the storyline. All work is my own. Don’t take it. 

Minors DNI 18+

Sam and Dean were on a simple vampire hunt. Dean had called you from the hotel to talk to you and had you look up some lore. You had the flu and stayed home, resting and getting better. 

You’d been hunting with the Winchester’s for about 3 years now, and Dean’s girlfriend for about as long. He was the love of your life, and you knew you were his. It took some time, but you were able to break down some of his walls. 

You saw a future with him. One without hunting and with the children you two would talk about late at night,wrapped in each other’s arms. The only problem was, Dean didn’t think he deserved that kind of life. 

It broke your heart to hear him say he didn’t deserve happiness. After everything he’d done for everyone, for the world, he deserved so much more than you could possibly give him. 

Laying in your shared bed, you were dozing in and out of sleep. Your fever had finally broken, and you hadn’t gotten sick in a few hours. The fatigue was all that was left. 

You kept your phone close in case the boys needed research done, but also because Dean would call when the job was done so you knew they were safe. You glanced at the clock and it was after 2am. You started to get worried, but you knew they would call. 

Maybe they didn’t get started as soon as you thought. Maybe they went out to eat or ran into some other hunters. Maybe they got arrested….again. Your mind raced with different scenarios, but nothing could prepare you for what really happened. 

The silence in the bedroom was shattered by the shrill sound of your phone ringing. You looked at the screen, it was Sam. “Sammy?” You heard a sniffle, “Sam! What happened?!” “Y/N, I need you to get to Mercy Hospital as soon as you can. It’s Dean.” Your heart leaped in your throat, and your breath hitched. “Sammy, what happened?” “There was a fight, and it went sideways fast. Please, hurry. I don’t know how much time he has left.” 

Your head spun and replayed his words over and over again. “I don’t know how much time he has left.” You got dressed, grabbed your bag and ran to the garage. Climbing in your car, you took off towards Sam and Dean. Praying the whole way to Jack. “Jack, please if you can hear me, please don’t take him away from me. He deserves the life we’ve talked about, please Jack.” The tears fell the whole way to the hospital. 

You don’t remember how you got there. You know you just drove, the past 3 hours a blur. When you got to the hospital you ran inside. Sam was standing there waiting for you. His eyes swollen and red, he was covered in blood. You threw your arms around him. “Sammy, where is he?” “They have him in the ICU. It doesn’t look good, Y/N.” You gasped as the tears fell. 

“I need to see him, please.” Sam nodded and walked you to Dean’s room. Dean was laying in the bed, the machines he was hooked up to made a steady beeping noise. He looked so vulnerable laying in the bed. 

You crossed the room, kissed his lips and sat down beside him. Inside you were falling apart, on the outside you had to remain stoic for him. You took his hand in yours and looked at Sam. “Sammy, please tell me what happened.” 

“It was supposed to be a simple vampire hunt. Unfortunately there were kids taken, and you know Dean. His focus was getting the kids to safety. We were ambushed by mask wearing vampires. Dean was in hand to hand combat with the biggest one. He didn’t see the piece of rebar sticking out of the column in the center of the room. As Dean went to cut off the vamps head, he kicked him into the column. I jumped up and killed the vamp. Dean was still against the column. He begged me to leave him and get the kids out. I called the police and stayed with Dean. He was losing too much blood. Dean told me to get out of this life, go back to school and live my life. He wanted me to tell you he loved you, and to look in the safe in your room. He left something for you. He also made me promise to make you move on and have those babies you two talked about.” 

As Sam continued talking, the tears fell heavy and fast. You knew Dean thought he was going to die. You leaned over and kissed his lips, “Dean Winchester, don’t you leave me. I want those babies, but only with you. They are going to have your strength and loving heart, my stubbornness, and above all they are going to have both of us to love and guide them. You have to give that to me Dean. You’re the love of my life and I can’t do this without you. Please baby, please fight.”

Sam put his hand on your shoulder. You looked at Sam with tears still in your eyes, “Sammy what am I going to do if I lose him? I love him so much.” “I know, Y/N. He’s a fighter.” You sighed, “Sammy, you should go shower and change. You’re covered in blood.” Sam looked at his clothes and shook his head, “Yeah. I’ll head to the hotel. Are you going to be okay?” You nodded, “Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.” 

Sam placed a kiss on the top of your head and left. You sat beside Dean still holding his hand when the doctor came in. “Oh hello, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be in here. I’m Dr. Wells, who are you?” “I’m Mrs. Winchester, his wife.” You motioned towards Dean. 

You knew they wouldn’t let you stay if you weren’t immediate family and there was no way in hell you were leaving him. “Well, nice to meet you. I spoke to your brother-in-law earlier. Your husband was impaled on a piece of rusty rebar when he got into that fight. He’s not out of the woods yet, but I want to let you know those kids he saved are all okay and are back home with their families.” 

You smiled as you looked over at Dean. “You hear that baby, the kids are safe.” You rubbed circles on his hand. “I’ll leave you with him. Mrs. Winchester, if you need anything just let one of the nurses know. I owe him a debt of gratitude. One of the kids he saved was my nephew. I’m going to do whatever I can to bring your husband back to you.” 

You nodded and softly smiled at him. The pride you felt for Dean magnified even more. He was always putting others, especially children. It was one of the things you loved most about him, and the reason you knew you wanted him to be the father of your children. They would always be protected as long as he was alive.

Sam came back a few hours later, clean and in new clothes. You told him what the doctor said and he smiled. Silence filled the room as the two of you sat watching Dean. 

“Y/N, why don’t you go get a coffee or something to eat, stretch your legs. You’re still recovering from the flu and you need rest and to keep up your strength.” You smiled softly at Sam, “I appreciate it, but I’m not leaving him.” Sam sighed. He knew there was no sense in arguing with you. You were more stubborn than Dean. 

Sam sat in the recliner in the room and you sat in the chair beside Dean’s bed. Your hand on his and your head laying on the bed. Sam dozed off in the chair and you fell asleep too. 

You were woken up around daybreak by someone calling your name and touching your hand. “Sweetheart, wake up.” That voice, that smooth voice pulled you from your sleep. Your head shot up and you met Dean’s green eyes looking at yours. 

You jumped up and threw your arms around him as the tears fell. “Oh my god, Dean! You came back to me!” Dean chuckled “of course I did. I couldn’t leave my girl. By the way, Jack says hello.” He smirked at you. 

You let out the breath you’d been holding since you got the phone call. Sam woke up and hugged Dean too. The nurses and Dr Wells came in to check on Dean. His wound was healing and he was doing well. 

You thanked the doctor and the nurses. Dr Wells looked at Dean, “You’ve got yourself an incredible wife, Mr Winchester. She never left your side.” Dean smiled at you and back at the doctor, “Yeah, she’s pretty amazing. That’s why I married her.” 

After the doctor left Dean looked at you and smiled, “So, Mrs Winchester. What do they have good to eat around here?” You smiled and hung your head a little, “Sorry, I knew they wouldn’t let me stay if I didn’t tell them we were married.” 

Dean cupped your face, “I’m not complaining. I like the sound of it.” You leaned in and kissed his lips, “good, cause so do I.” “I’ll go grab you a burger and some fries.” 

Dean nodded. “Oh and some pie too.” “That’s my girl.” 

You left the hospital room filled with so much joy. As you climbed in your car to go get Dean food you looked up “Jack, thank you for sending him back to me. I love him so much and I promise to spend the rest of my life loving him the way he deserves.” 

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[seiwas]

Hi 🥺👉👈 I heard you wanted prompts for writing practice so I came to offer help 🤲🫡

It can be for any character (maybe whoever has the nearest birthday if you can't choose?), but the word is "salmon" 🎏💦

P.S. Do you pronounce it "sam-men" or "sayl-mon"?

hi there! thanks for sending in a prompt! 🥺 i'll do kiri! hehe and i pronounce it as 'sah-mon' 🥹

help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!

contains: food (salmon), brief mentions of cheating (of a diff couple)

kirishima + salmon

"mama, what does love mean?" you ask your mother, wide-eyed and full of wonder.

you were 10 when you first truly wondered what love meant. in your small town, it was hardly ever the grand things. handpicked flowers from the side of the road, sometimes fields if the seasons permitted; baked goods prepared in the early hours of the morning, its scent wafting down your neighbor's porch.

it was the soft goodbye kisses that your mother would give your father as he left for work, and his insistence that she makes the best damn pie this town has ever seen (even though he's allergic to blueberries). love was simple, and it was easy.

so when you moved out of your small town at 18 and faced the big city, you were shaken by the reality that that wasn't always the case.

"he said he still loves me," your first roommate cried to you, heartbroken as she held out the text on her screen. she had caught him with another girl just hours prior.

at 20, the consensus among your friends was that good sex was just as good as love itself.

"dating these days is fuuuucked," yuki plops down on your couch. at 23, the dating scene has proven to be a challenge for most of your friends.

it's either someone isn't enough or they're too much. sometimes, the truth comes later, months into a budding relationship, and the rest of the group has yet another name to add to the growing list of "people who deserve to eat uncooked rice and stale bread".

you agree, but also don't. because you've lucked out, it seems.

though kirishima believes it to be fate more than anything.

who would have thought that spraining your ankle in sophomore year would land you here, now, sharing an apartment with the cute, kind boy you so embarrassingly tripped in front of.

from across the room, you listen vaguely to yuki rant the third time about the girl who stood her up for the guy who was leading her on for months. you've already set out a plate for her to join you and kirishima whenever she's ready, but you know that it won't be until she's told the story the fifth time that she'll notice she's hungry.

the meal in front of you is miso glazed salmon, a favorite in your apartment. you don't make it so often because salmon is expensive, especially the good kind, but kirishima believes that life is all about the treats you let yourself have once in a while.

there's only one slice of salmon left on the serving plate and it's a given that it belongs to yuki. with how busy work was for you today though, it's hard to hide that you're still a little bit hungry.

and kirishima sees it, in the way you attempt to scoop up any remaining sauce on your plate with your spoon; in the way you go for a bit more rice, even when it has nothing to go with anymore.

so he takes one more bite and cuts off the rest of his slice, scooping it up to place it on your plate.

you look at him, confused, furrowing your brows at the fact that there is no way he's done eating; kirishima eats twice as much as you do, thrice even, on heavier gym days. but he only gives you a sweet smile, red eyes twinkling as he motions for you to go ahead and finish it.

warmth fills you in this moment, fuzzy flutter feelings swirling in your belly.

it reminds you of when you were 10, asking your mother what love meant, and she said, "sometimes, it's when they give you the rest of their food even when they aren't finished, and especially when it's their favorite."

[just-my-type-x]

could you please write about colby and reader where reader falls asleep on colby during a movie night kinda thing where their friends are there too

Late Night In

We all sit in the comfy, red chairs in the movie theater, while Sam, Colby and Nate share the snacks and drinks they brought from the kitchen.

"I can't believe you made all", Colby pauses and moves his hand around the theater where we're all gathered, "watch White Chicks", he laughs and i chuckle, chewing on some sour patch kids.

"And i can't believe this is your favourite movie of all time", Josh turns his head around to talk to me as he's seated in front of me.

"Y'all just expected from me to only watch hot guys on the screen", i shoo them with my hand and start the movie, while Colby dims out the theater lights

"Oh what i'll do for a Chris Evans movie", Kat sighs and we all laugh

"Get out", Sam tells Kat and she throws a popcorn flower at him, making all of us giggle

The movie follows its course and i chuckle like a little kid at almost every scene, feeling great when everyone laughs every now and then. Colby puts his arm over my shoulders and brings me closer, kissing my temple. I inhale his scent and i smile, looking up at him and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He smiles back at me and i intertwine our fingers together, kissing the back of his hand. I turn my attention back to the screen and laugh loudly along with our friends when the girls try to make some pants fit one of the guys that's disguised as their friend, their struggle and grunting making the scene delicious.

Colby starts playing with my hair as he pays attention to the movie and i make myself comfortable, getting closer to him and resting my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head and holds my hand with his free one, squeezing it gently as a comforting gesture. His fingers twirl strands of hair and move my hair around in a chaotic pattern, but gently enough to make my eyes feel heavy.

The next scenes become blurry one by one, feeling unable to keep my eyes open. I fall asleep soon after and i feel Colby's lips on top of my head and he rests his cheek on my head as he continues watching the guys and girls on their get together at the beach. Sam, Kat, Josh, Seth, Kris and Celina all laugh at what's happening, making Colby shush all of them.

"Can you be a bit more quiet?", Colby asks, smiling. "She's been really tired lately"

"Oh, shit, sorry" Kris says and watches the two of us. "I wasn't prepared for so much cuteness, Colby, why are you doing this to me?", she laughs, the others joining her too

"Oh, look at you two", Seth whispers and Colby chuckles

"I don't know about y'all, but I've already picked a tuxedo for when I'll be your best man", Sam slurps on his white claw

"And i have a dress in mind", Kat doing the same

"I'm so happy to see you all so supportive of us. She's the best girl i could ever ask for and i feel so lucky. Having you all get along so well feels rewarding in a way", Colby's smile makes his cheeks hurt and he caresses my shoulder, while glueing his cheek back to my head

"She's a great match for you, man. You're so much more alive since her, she lit that spark back into you", Sam winks at him and Colby agrees, nodding

"That's so true. I have no words to describe how much i care for her"

"You don't need words, we can see it clearly. Anyone can, actually", Celina points out

~

The movie finishes and i feel Colby shift in his seat. I raise my head and groan when i realise i fell asleep, leaving everyone else watch a movie that i picked.

"Good morning", Colby jokes and he gets up, holding me by my hands to get up too. I stretch and yawn, picking up the popcorn bowl to take it back to the kitchen. "I'll take it back, you go upstairs and get ready for bed, I'll be there in a minute", i give him a quick kiss while thanking him. I pass by the living room to go upstairs and i see everyone chilling there.

"I'm so sorry i dipped while watching the movie. I know it was my pick, but i hope you at least enjoyed it", i smile in resentment and hug Kat, using her as a pillow until i reach the bedroom. She holds me by my hands and smiles.

"We loved it. Kris actually learned how to make the same voice as the white chicks", Kat says and we all laugh at Kris' attempt to speak like one of the disguised men. "We had a really interesting conversation with Colby, by the way. About you", she whispers so no one could hear us. I frown, waiting for her continuation. "He's crazy about you and he loves you a lot, y/n. Everyone can see it, you're the best thing that happened to him and we're glad to have you as our friend too", she squeezes my hand and we smile at each other.

"Good, because my feelings are the same, i love you guys a lot", i hug her once more and call it a night, bye bye-ing everyone until morning. I get changed in my pj's and get in bed, Colby following a few minutes after. I extend my arms in the air as he gets on the bed and he crawls in my arms, his head on my chest and his arms around me. "I love you, babe", i caress his hair

"I love you too, princess. But sometimes i wish you'd really understand how much i actually love you", he raises his head to look at me

"Oh, i think i know", i smile and he raises an eyebrow, before his eyes grow wide

"Did you hear us in the theatre?"

"Oh, no, Kat spilled everything", i laugh when he rolls his eyes

"I should be careful what i say", he jokes and i hit him playfully

"You better not mess up with me", we both laugh and Colby comes next to me, switching off the lights.

~

~

I hope no one got mad at the group of friends i chose

[do-it-jakey-baby]

An Unlikely Encounter

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: drinking, profanity, mentions of emotional abuse, angst, heartbreak (sorry if I’ve missed anything)

18+, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @torniturntomyarrow @ignite-my-fire @hollyco @fleetingjake

A/N: This is most likely the last full chapter, with an epilogue to come later. This was my first ever fic, and I’m going to be so sad to see the story end. Thank you to everyone who has supported this series, I appreciate each and every one of you!

Chapter 9

A flurry of tears, dripping like a torrential storm onto hot asphalt. Not being able to get a grip of your emotions was taking its toll as you tossed and turned in Sam’s guest room.

Were you leaving?

Had this come to its bittersweet end?

Truth be told, unconsciously you were just looking for an easy way out, not that you had realised that yet. Logic or rationality wasn’t your best friend, you always abandoned something when it got too difficult, never one to look past the struggle and discover the potential of a tricky situation. Your own mind was forever your downfall.

Deep down you knew you loved Jake, but you still believed that this was all too good to be true. You were scared of being hurt, of letting yourself open up too much to the point of no return. So, this was the easiest way to ensure that the hurt stayed minimal.

After an entire night of broken sleep, you made the decision.

You had to leave.

That morning, you broke the news to Kat. She had insisted on coming back with you, but you very firmly told her no. You knew she was enjoying her time with Sam and didn’t want to come in between that. Sam very graciously offered to collect your belongings from Jake’s place whilst he was out at the studio. You didn’t want to add any further insult to injury by letting him be present whilst you were leaving. Sam also offered to pay for your flight home, but you were adamant that this wouldn’t become his issue.

So there you were, being dropped off at the airport, sharing a teary goodbye with your best friend.

She wipes a stray tear from your cheek. “I’ll be home soon, baby girl. I promise.”

Sam approaches you, his arms outstretched. ‘Don’t be a stranger, Songbird.”

“Never.” You grin through the pain.

As you step into the airport, you hastily tap across your phone screen and bring it to your ear. You knew that this was the worst possible way to let someone know that you were leaving the country, but you took the cowards way out.

“Hey, Songbird. Everything ok?”

You take a deep breath. “Josh…” Your voice wobbles with the weight of your emotions. “I’m leaving.”

The line goes silent for a moment.

“No, no you’re not. Where are you? I’ll come and get you, we can talk about this.”

“I’m at the airport, I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

“Songbird, please. Please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll text you when I’m back. I love you.”

“Y/N, wait, ple-”

Looking down at your phone as you press to end the call, you feel like screaming. Why were you doing this?

Your phone buzzes back to life again, an incoming call from Josh lighting up the screen. Finding it too painful to even look at, you opt to just turn your phone off. You make your way through the airport, checking your bag in and getting through security. The wait at the gate isn’t too long, then you’re boarding the plane. As the pilot prepares for takeoff, you switch your phone back on and place your headphones over your ears. You’re met with a flurry of notifications from Josh. You turn your phone onto airplane mode and open Spotify, watching out the window as Nashville slowly disappears from sight as you ascend into the clouds.

~

It’s been a few days since you’ve been back home in London, and you’ve barely looked at your phone since you left Nashville. Josh tries to call at least twice a day, and Jake has also reached out plenty of times. You peer down as your screen lights up, letting the seconds tick by until another missed call notification appears. You’re about to throw your phone face down beside you when another call comes through, this time from Kat. You suck in a breath and answer, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“Hey.”

“No, no! Back off!” She shouts, her voice muffled.

“Kat?…”

“Sorry, babe. I’ve got both Kiszka twins here fighting to speak to you.”

“Kat! I’m not ready to talk to them.”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to. They just begged me to try and get through, to make sure you’re ok.”

You remain silent, not knowing what to respond. You’d spent the past few days ignoring the situation, not wanting to come to terms with the reality of it.

“Are you ok?”

“Uh, no not really. I don’t know what I’m doing, Kat.”

“My flight back home is tomorrow, so we can talk when I’m back. I want you to be happy, baby girl. Whatever is going on, we can work it out.”

“I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you. I’ll see you soon. Please, look after yourself.”

Kat’s POV

“So?” Josh looks over at you from his seat, his eyes full of sorrow and worry.

“She’s not great, but she’ll be ok.”

Jake furiously rubs his hands over his face, pacing back and forth.

“I’m coming with you.”

“The hell you are!” You spit, extending your finger out at him and scowling. “She doesn’t want to see you, Jake.”

“I need to fix this!”

“You need to give her time to cool off. She takes off in situations like this, a legitimate flight risk. She’d rather pretend it’s not happening than face the music. I’ll talk to her, but you coming back with me is only going to make things worse.”

“I can’t lose her.” His lip wobbles as he collapses down onto the couch. “I’ve never felt this way about someone before.”

“I know she’s happy with you. Whatever makes her happy, makes me happy. I’ll talk to her, but you need to promise me that if she gives you another chance you wont fuck it up again, or I’ll come down on your ass like a tonne of bricks.”

“And me.” Josh pipes up from across the room.

“I’d be a fucking fool to get her back and lose her again.”

Your POV

Kat is due home in a few hours and you’ve spent the day cleaning her flat, ensuring that it’s in a decent state for when she’s back. It’s also the best way to distract yourself from your impending thoughts. You’ve been absentmindedly singing along to whatever song is on in the background whilst going about your chores, until a familiar song comes on which stops you in your tracks.

Songbird

You can’t stop the memories as they come flooding back into your head. The phone call with Josh when he first heard you sing, the car ride, the karaoke bar, Jake singing to you. The encouragement that these two men had given you was prominent in your mind, so instead of focusing on the pain, you whip your phone from your pocket and open a text thread that had been lying vacant for some time.

You: Hey Cass, long time no see. I wondered if you were still in London and fancied a catch up? I have a proposition for you.

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes for your phone to ping, your hands nervously reaching for it and swiping up on the notification.

Cassandra: Y/N! Wow, it’s been a while for sure. How are you doing? I am actually, and I’d love to catch up. I’m actually free tomorrow if that works?

You breathe a sigh of relief, twitching your thumbs and readying yourself to respond.

You: Life has been a bit crazy… Yeah, tomorrow works just fine. Meet you at our usual spot for around 12?

You get a text back confirming the time just as you hear the door unlock, signalling Kat’s return. She rushes up to you and envelopes you in a bear hug, squeezing you so tight you struggle to breathe.

“You know, you didn’t have to come home so soon.”

“Shut the fuck up, my best friend needed me. Besides, I couldn’t stand listening to the twins moping for another second.”

You grimace. “How are they?”

She purses her lips. “Not good. They wouldn’t leave Sam’s, so we got zero time together after you left. Babysitting two grown men isn’t fun, at all.”

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.”

“No, it’s not. But I do need you to walk me through your thought process. What’s going on up there?” She gestures to the couch, prompting you to take a seat. She walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of rose, then retrieves two glasses from the cupboard and sits down next to you. She pours you both a glass, hands it to you, then tilts her head to the side.

You audibly sigh, taking a gulp from your glass. “I don’t know, I have no idea.”

“Dig a bit deeper. What are you afraid of?”

“Being hurt.”

“And you think Jake will hurt you?”

“No. I mean… I don’t know. I’d like to think he wouldn’t, but I still can’t understand why he wants to be involved with me. I’m a nobody.”

“Bingo. You’re still hung up on that? Babe, come on. Open your eyes, the guy is crazy about you. You’re right, he has the pick of the bunch. But he picked you.”

“What happens when I’m not good enough, or when he gets bored of me?”

“I don’t think he’d be pining for someone as much as he is if he was going to get bored of them. You’re self-sabotaging. Connor made you feel worthless, I know. But you aren’t, and he’s a piece of shit. Jake isn’t like him.”

You couldn’t argue with her logic, she always did have a good eye and you trusted her judgement more than anything else. She could smell bullshit a mile off, so if she believed in Jake, that had to mean something.

“Shit. What have I done?” You slump down further into the couch, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders.

“Nothing that can’t be fixed.”

“And poor Josh. Fuck, I feel like such a dickhead.” You throw your head into your hands, finally coming to terms with the hurt that you yourself had caused. By running away and choosing ignorance, you’d hurt the two people that you cherished the most in this world, bar Kat.

“They’ll both be fine. They just want you back.”

~

The next day you’re making your way to the coffee shop that you had visited countless times before. You step out of the tube station, your final destination being just a five-minute walk away. You push through the door to find Cassandra sat in a booth a few rows in. She stands from her seat, walking towards you with outstretched arms.

“How have you been?” She asks as she pulls away.

“Up and down… how about you?”

“Busy.” She laughs. “Having free time is such a rarity these days.”

“So you decided to spend what little time you have free to see me?” You raise your eyebrow.

She ignores your comment, leaning forward to put her elbows on the table. “You still singing?”

“No, I stopped pretty much as soon as the band broke up…”

During your time at university, you’d been in a 4-piece band with Cassandra. It was going really well, until you met your ex. This led to a lot of conflict, due to his possessiveness, and ultimately the band decided to part ways.

“Babe, that’s a long time.”

“Yeah, I guess my confidence is pretty much non-existent. But I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I’ve had a change of heart, I want to get back out there.”

“Really… interesting. The funny thing is, I think we both came here with a secret agenda today, and they might just align. I’m in a new band, and we recently just lost our vocalist.”

Your eyes blow wide. “Cass… you can’t be serious?!”

“Deadly. You’re incredible, Y/N. I know they’d love you.”

“I was just thinking about jamming together, I don’t know if I can join a band. I’m way out of practise, with terrible stage fright!”

“We can move past that. Come on, what have you got to be afraid of?”

“Making a fool out of myself, in front of people.” You scoff.

“You won’t. You never have, so why would you now? Just think about it.”

~

“How was Cass?” Kat calls from the couch as you plod through the door.

“Yeah, she’s fine… she actually asked me to join her band.”

Her eyes widen as she snaps her head up from her phone to look at you. “What?! That’s amazing!”

“I’m not so sure…”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I know you want to get back out there again, and I know you can do this.”

“It’s been such a long time.” You sigh, slumping down onto the couch next to her.

“If you can sing a duet with the Josh Kiszka, you can sing in a band. You have to do this, you don’t want to look back and regret not taking this opportunity.”

Taking in a deep breath, you pull your phone from your pocket and open your iMessage thread with Cassandra.

You: I’m in.

Jake’s POV

It’s been weeks. Weeks since she left. Weeks with minimal contact. Weeks since your heart broke in two.

You didn’t know it could hurt like this. The pain that you physically felt in your chest was like a gunshot wound that would never heal.

Every text that she did send was blunt, not going into any sort of detail. She wouldn’t answer your calls, so you left a plethora of voicemails. You yearned to hear her voice again, to feel her against your skin. There was only one way you knew how to somewhat cope with situations like these, and that was by writing. So you wrote, you poured every feeling out onto paper, letting the words flow through ink. You spent countless nights, guitar in hand, building the melody to the lyrics. Then, one particular night that had you nursing too much whiskey, you hit the record button on your voice note app and force yourself through the chorus of the song.

Without a second thought, you send the audio file in your text thread, closing the app immediately and locking your screen.

Your POV

You’d been home from band practise for all of five minutes when your phone chimed.

Jake

You felt bad for avoiding him as much as you had been, but you truly didn’t know how to navigate the situation. You wanted nothing more than to reconcile, but your stupid brain was holding you back. Opening up your messages, you notice an audio file.

That’s odd…

The sound of a guitar rings through the room as you clasp your hand over your mouth. Then, in his velvety smooth rasp, he begins to sing.

Must I go bound, and you go free?

Must I love another, that never loved me?

Should I act such a childish part

As to love another, that would only break my heart

Tiny splashes hit your phone screen as it sits heavy in your lap.

Must I love another, that never loved me?

A sob wracks through your chest, then another. The thought of Jake believing you don’t love him, or ever have, is shattering you into a million tiny pieces. You hear Kat sprint into your room, throwing her arms around you once she reaches your bed.

“What?! What’s happened.”

You say nothing, passing her your phone still open on the audio file. She presses play and listens in horror as the lyrics echo from your speaker.

You sit in silence for a few moments, Kat holding tightly onto you as you let your tears flow. Your chest heaves with the force of your emotions as you try to catch your breath.

“I- I’ve… hurt him.” You sniffle.

“Baby girl, you’ve both hurt each other. I think it’s time you talk.”

“But he’s on the other side of the world.”

“You can’t keep ignoring him. You love him.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You peer up at her, your lashes wet and nose snotty.

“Let’s start with cleaning you up.”

Kat’s POV

Once you’ve finished soothing Y/N’s face with a cool, damp cloth, you put her into bed and stay with her until her breathing evens out and she’s sleeping soundly. You then creep out of her room and into your own, closing the door behind you. Pressing the contact of the person you think will be the most help in this situation, you bring your phone steadily to your ear and listen as it rings twice before a voice answers.

“Kat? Is everything ok?”

“Uhhh, not really. Jake decided to send Y/N a voice clip of him singing a song I’m assuming he’s written for her… it’s really fucked her up. I just put her to bed.”

“Shit. He’s been off the rails recently.”

“How are you doing?”

Josh audibly sighs. “Not great. She wont talk to me, at least not properly.”

“She’s hurting and coping with it by pretending it’s not happening.”

“I know. I just miss her.”

“She misses you. Both of you.” You pause, thinking through your options. “I think I had a breakthrough with her tonight, and if you can help me pull something off, I think it should work.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“She’s playing her first show next week, I know she’s super nervous about it and I think having you both here would make her feel a lot better. Even if she won't say it herself.”

“Are you sure she’ll want us there?”

“I’m almost certain. It’ll give her and Jake a chance to hash things out too, and she can’t run far here…”

“Ok, consider it done. Send me across the details and I’ll make it happen.”

“Thank you, really.”

“No, thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Bye, Josh.”

You throw your phone down onto your bed, hoping your judgement call will pay off.

Your POV

Show day.

You rub your clammy palms against the fabric of your mini skirt, feeling a wave of nausea roll through you. The temperature in the makeshift ‘dressing room’ of the dingy bar you’re playing in is uncomfortable, your heart thundering in your chest as you try to take calming breaths to centre yourself.

What would Josh do?

That was a stupid question. Josh was his own entity, commanding the attention and adoration of all who bore witness to him. His voice captured the audience in a trance-like state, his stage persona being one of the greatest that you had the privilege of witnessing. If you could even channel a quarter of that tonight, you’d make it through.

Think like Josh. You can do this.

“5 minutes until we’re on.” Cassandra calls, beaming at you. “You’re gunna be great.”

You take one final look in the mirror, making sure your makeup is as decent as it’s going to get, then walk towards the entrance to the small stage. As you peek around the corner, you can see a crowd has formed. It wasn’t huge, but definitely more than you expected.

“Ok, it’s time.” Bella, your bassist calls out.

They all take their places on the stage, leaving you last to come out. You grab onto the mic stand, taking a deep breath.

“Good evening, thanks for coming out tonight! It’s so lovely to see all your faces. We are The Fine.”

Your drummer, Lucie, counts you into your first song of the night. Since you were new to the band, you’d opted to only play two originals, seeing as you had to learn the lyrics and melody to their existing repertoire. As you perform, your eyes wander across the faces in the crowd. Some of them are singing along, others swaying to the beat. You spot Kat, standing towards the left-hand side of the stage. As you walk over, you notice she isn’t alone.

Jake, Josh, Sam and Danny are all there with her.

You debate running off stage, disappearing into the night and never coming back. You can’t even give yourself a moment to get over the sheer shock of seeing them, so you go against everything that you know and carry on like nothing has happened. You pretend your heart hasn’t been ripped straight out of your chest at the sight of Jake and Josh. You pretend like you aren’t launched into an internal battle of whether you should be furious or delighted. Instead, you channel every feeling into your performance. You stomp around the stage like you own it, throw yourself down onto the floor with Cassandra as she launches into a guitar solo, and fling your arm around Bella as she sings backing vocals into your mic. When your set is over, you bow to the ground and express your immense gratitude to them for watching you play, then bound out the back, giggling and shrieking with your band members.

“That was fucking sick! You were on fire, Y/N!” Cassandra grabs you, pulling you into a hug.

The rest of the band gather round, echoing her sentiments.

“That was so much fun, I forgot how much I enjoy being up there.” You beam.

You break your huddle when you hear footsteps enter the room, all of you turning to see Kat with the boys stood behind you. Kat runs to you, her arms open wide.

“I knew you could do it!” She roars, throwing her arms around you.

“What did you do?” You whisper, your smile fading slightly.

“What needed to be done. Go see them.”

You peel yourself away from Kat, making your way over to the group.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You give them an awkward smile.

Sam is the first one to step forward, grabbing onto you and hugging you tightly. “You were amazing, Songbird.”

Danny joins in on the hug, his strong arms circling both you and Sam.

“Killed it!” He grins.

The three of you look over at Jake and Josh, both of their stances cumbersome. Sensing the tension, Danny and Sam walk across to the rest of your band to join the conversation.

You flit your eyes up to the twins. “Thank you for coming.”

Josh gingerly steps forward, testing the waters. He holds his arms out in front of you, so you oblige. He wraps his arms around you, his hand rubbing softly on your back. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” You whisper.

“Not just me, Jake too. Go, speak to him. We can catch up. I missed you, Songbird.”

“I missed you too.”

He joins the others across the room, leaving you and Jake alone.

Your eyes meet, then Jake finally speaks up. “You really were incredible. Such a natural up there.”

“Thank you.” You give him a small smile.

“Are you ok with me being here?”

“I mean, it was a shock at first. But yeah, I am. I missed you.”

He moves closer, but stops in his tracks. “I missed you too, so much.”

You decide to be the one to break the tension, easing slowly forward until you’re right in front of him. He clears his throat, rubbing his face with his fingertips. “These past few weeks have been hell. I’m sorry for dropping that audio clip on you, I’d had too much to drink and clearly wasn’t thinking straight. I just don’t know how to function without you. I feel like a piece of me is missing.”

Your hands find his face, lightly cupping his cheeks. “I do love you. I never stopped. I’m so sorry for hurting you, for leaving like I did. It was cowardly.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted. I’ve never felt this way about someone before and I let it get to me. I understand if you never want to see me again.”

You pull his face towards yours, kissing his lips softly. “My life without you would be pretty bleak.”

He mirrors your actions, taking your face in his and pulling you into him, kissing you deeply. You both break from the kiss, your chests heaving.

“God, I’ve missed this.” He breathes. “I need to know though, is this over?”

“If you’ll have me, I’ll stay forever.”

He wraps his arms around you. “Forever sounds good.”

[nervousladytraveler]

I’m here to (nicely) demand WIP quotes. 😊

Thank you @dreamstone28737 and how very kind of you to ask!

This is a bit from a story I keep telling myself I have to get done by Christmas...

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"Okay, Ross, pick a name, from the pot," Demelza said and handed over the saucepan in which she’d placed the folded pieces of paper.

“This is the most perverse Secret Santa I’ve ever...” But he wasn’t going to argue--it seemed too important to her and he so wanted to make her happy. Gingerly he unfolded the slip of paper and saw the name scrawled across it: Prudie.

“Ha, ha! That means I get Verity,” she sang. “Hand me my mobile, Ross.”

“Now?”

“Why wait?” She called over her shoulder then glided--it was almost a skip--into the kitchen. 

“Verity!” This clearly was a call for Facetime.

“Demelza! Merry Christmas--so glad you rang!” Verity cried. “We were just talking about you. Andy is thrilled by the toy horse and stable set you sent him. But you shouldn't have...”

“Oh that’s marvelous that he likes it. Please tell my favourite three year old that the next time he comes to Cornwall, we’ll all go for a ride together on a real horse.”

“He’d love that. Do you still ride?" Verity asked. "I know you’re so busy.”

“Yes, I did this morning in fact,” Demelza said coyly but didn’t mention where.

“You look fabulous by the way. Have you changed your hair?”

“No...” Demelza blushed, suspecting that her excitement might be causing her to glow. “But thank you--you look great too! Oh hi, Andrea!”

"Hiya, Love." Andrea popped into view for a moment and blew Demelza a kiss. "I’d talk more but I’m in the middle of making our dinner. Cheers!”

“Yes, isn’t it lovely?” Verity said with a twisted smile. “Andrea is making Christmas dinner for us.”

“Verity?” Demelza laughed lightly, detecting something Verity was reluctant to share.

“Well, we’re…we’re experimenting with vegetarianism,” Verity said sheepishly. “So it's a lentil and artichoke casserole.” 

“That sounds delicious. And good for all of you,” Demelza said encouragingly. ”Send your favourite recipes my way.”

“And you? What are your plans for tonight?” Verity asked carefully.

“Oh we’re having goose. I’ve never cooked one before but there’s a first time for everything. It seems a lot for two people but we'll do our best!”

“For you and...Sam?” Verity asked then she seemed to hone in on the backdrop behind Demelza--the white washed stone wall, the old stove.

"Demelza?" Verity was unable to disguise the sheer panic in her voice. “Where are you?!”

“That smells amazing.” On cue, Ross strolled through the kitchen and lingered behind Demelza and her mobile. “Hi Verity! Hi Andrea! Merry Christmas,” he added, then kissed Demelza rather demonstratively on the neck before walking off screen.

“What? Ross?! Ross!” Verity cried. “Demelza! What on earth?! Tell me….are you at Nampara?”

“I am and it's been just perfect. Such a lovely place for Christmas, don’t you think? Next year you really do have to come spend it here with us.”

“With you and...you and Ross? Demelza? Does this mean you’re…?” Verity stammered.

“Yes, I’m afraid it does,” Demelza smiled her brightest smile to show there was nothing tentative about this reunion.

“Oh, my dear!! Oh, I can't believe it! Andrea! Ross and Demelza are back together!” she called over her shoulder. “Tell me, when did this happen?”

“It seems like ages already but it's really only been maybe two…”

“Two months? And you didn't tell us?”

“Erm…two days,” Demelza laughed. 

“Oh,” Verity said cautiously.

“Verity, it’s been a truly wonderful two days.”

“Has it?”

“Yes. Wonderful and...meaningful. There’s no need to worry.”

“You’ll forgive me, I just don’t want to see either of you hurt again,” Verity explained.

“Neither do we, I assure you,” Demelza said.

“Oh Demelza, such good news.” Verity was crying tears of joy now. “Where is that idiot cousin of mine? Get him on this instant!”

“Of course. Ross darling, you are being summoned! Prepare to be grilled,” Demelza whispered.

“You absolute arsehole! What the hell are you playing at!! Not telling me? And I’m so happy for you. For you both,” Verity wept. 

“I am too, Verity,” Ross said.

[themculibrary]

Post-Blip Masterlist

As if no one were watching (ao3) - FeatherWriter11 steve/natasha G, 1k

Summary: When Steve sees Natasha dance for the first time, he was acutely aware of the fact that he shouldn’t be watching at all.

A small drabble about Natasha and Steve after the blip.

Broken But Mending (ao3) - Hale13 G, 2k

Summary: Growing up hearing stories about gas rationing in the seventies did nothing to prepare Tabitha for the realities of a broken world that was crumbling a little more each and every day.

chugwater (ao3) - deluxemycroft G, 4k

Summary: A bartender watches the Winter Soldier and Hawkeye share silence and drinks.

Electric Love (ao3) - seekrest peter/ned G, 1k

Summary: “I can’t quit the play,” Peter finally says, throwing him out of his thoughts, “We’re doing it together, man.”

“No,” Ned explains, “MJ and I are doing it together. You can’t even make it to practice on time.”

Peter frowns, Ned immediately going to amend it when Peter sighs and says, “You’re right. I’m sorry, dude. I know this was supposed to be our thing…”

“It’s fine,” Ned’s quick to say, shaking his head. “I know you’ve been busy.”

Peter’s frown deepens at that, looking back to Ned with an unreadable expression on his face as he says, “Not too busy for you.”

From the Ashes (ao3) - MrToes clint/laura T, 458k

Summary: Shortly after the Blip, a family from Missouri struggles to find a new balance amongst the chaos. While confronting their own demons, the Bartons are forced to face off against a curious individual with a strange agenda; one which may have implications for everyone on Earth.

hold onto me (i'm a little unsteady) (ao3) - atlantablack sam/bucky E, 4k

Summary: “Could you feel it?” Sam asks softly. “When we came back, watching your body put itself back together, could you feel it?”

He clenches his fists, bites down on the automatic denial. “Fuck, yeah. It felt like, like being stitched up, or like, I don’t know, like…” he shivers, doesn’t know how to explain the burn, the way he’d felt his bones knitting themselves together, the veins flowering through him, his own blood rushing through his body. The way it’d been an eternity of too much and then over in a blink, back to normal, whatever the hell normal was.

Sam’s hand wraps around his wrist, tight enough he can feel the bones shift. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “Yeah, it felt like that.” 

Home in Your Heart (ao3) - seekrest, velociraptorerin sarah/bucky T, 7k

Summary: “Hey, just checking in. Just made it to California,” Sam says over the phone, “boys are asleep but I thought I’d call now before they wake up and start screaming about Disneyland.”

“They’re screaming at you?” Sarah asks with a frown, hearing Sam’s laugh and seeing Bucky politely try not to pay attention— the thought occurring to her in the back of her mind that she doesn’t really know anything about this man or what kind of “powers” he’s supposed to have as Sam continues.

“No, they’re good. Just— excited is all. Anyway, how’s everything?”

Sarah looks up from the phone back to Bucky, a smile on his face that just makes her smile in return.

“Well…”

I tamagot-chu (if you tamagot-me) (ao3) - niniblack G, 4k

Summary: Ned shoved a bright purple tamagotchi into Peter’s hands.

“What is this?” Peter asked.

“That’s Karen.”

Peter looked between Ned and the tamagotchi. “What?”

“I ran out of room on the external drive,” Ned said.

Peter blinked at the tamagotchi. A tiny circle with a face was bouncing around the screen. There was a little pixelated skull in the corner. “You downloaded Karen onto a tamagotchi?”

Keeping Up Appearances (ao3) - pouringinsheets M, 877

Summary: After the blip, Sam and Bucky try to keep going – together and apart.

Not Like I'm Counting the Days (ao3) - yammz sam/bucky, kate/america E, 13k

Summary: Sam takes a deep breath, then nods, and Bucky feels like he just stumbled upon the combination for a lock that he hadn’t known was there. Sam nods as though he’s making the decision right then and there that this is happening, that they’re actually going to hook up instead of just talking about it. Maybe he is actually making that decision right then. He looks Bucky in the eyes. “Tomorrow, I’m being named Captain America.”

(The one where Bucky starts casually dating Captain America)

Nurturing (ao3) - The_Buzz pre sam/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Bucky isn't the only one who feels alone after coming back from the Blip.

Ripple Effect: Return (ao3) - Awakening5 mj/peter T, 14k

Summary: He takes a deep breath, trying to find the words he needs her to understand, and praying he can say it right. But, staring at her face, beautiful and stony and so, so, sad, he can only remember the words she’d told him so often. Words she’d thought he needed to hear.

“You told me so many times that you can handle whatever came our way.” He pauses when her face falls. He lifts his hand to brush her hair back, letting his fingers linger. “It’s okay if you can’t handle this, Michelle.”

-

Peter returns to a world he doesn’t quite recognize. New home, new loss, new responsibility. Five years is a long time when it’s no time at all.

Rolling Fake Dice (ao3) - abcd_em mj/peter M, 30k

Summary: "Could have sworn you had a curfew at some point." Her dad chirps from the couch with a book resting in his lap.

"You two picked the wrong person to stand guard if you're trying to enforce that again." She replies.

His shoulders don't shake how she thought they might. It's hard to know how the jokes that used to be fair game might land now. Before the blip, teasing about the unconventional (at points, lack of) parenting Tony had adopted through the years had been fair game. Sarcasm and prodding tender spots with humour was always how she and her dad had communicated best.

After the Blip, that doesn't feel as true anymore. The boundaries have changed and she doesn't know enough about what happened in those days to be sure of where the line has been drawn.

She Doesn't Care (ao3) - KatinaMoon peter/mj G, 3k

Summary: MJ hugs her book tightly to her chest, keeping her eyes slammed shut. She doesn't care about prom. It's a stupid, outdated social convention that perpetuates gender stereotypes and worships the idea of virginhood.

She definitely doesn't care that Peter hasn't asked her to go.

The End of a Movie (ao3) - abcd_em G, 1k

Summary: After so many goodbyes that had stacked on top of each other – returning to a world both five seconds and five years after she’d left it, half her classmates already graduated - so many moments left behind and so much time taken, it’s nice to know that this feeling she has now extends past how she’s feeling now and she can follow it back to another time and she can pinpoint it exactly.

This'll be the day that I die (ao3) - sarcasmsinfinite T, 3k

Summary: The Avengers had saved the world.

So why did it feel like Yelena’s was ending?

…

Or where Yelena tries to make sense of an immediate post-blip world, and learns of her sister’s fate.

time & spaces. (ao3) - thesemovingparts pre mj/peter T, 54k

Summary: “We don’t feel guilty for other people’s choices,” Rhodey reminds her sternly. “We don’t feel guilty when other people love us.”

“Do you know how many people’s lives are going to be ruined by this?” Michelle asks, tears prickling at her eyes, harsh edge going soft with hurt.

“Do you know how many people’s lives are better now just for having you around again?” he argues.

“It’s selfish.”

“It’s family, kid,” Rhodey says. “That’s all any of it is.”

OR: "irondad but make it MJ"-- Post-Blip Meta Edition

To Make it Through (ao3) - EnteeTea mj/peter T, 3k

Summary: "Five years is a long time," Peter says quietly, and it's obvious she supposes, but, at the same time, it's not.

Five years didn’t feel like a long time until it was stolen from them.

The moments after the Decimation was undone. Set right after Endgame, and briefly covers Far From Home. MJ POV.

When the Dust Settles (ao3) - OllieCollie G, 1k

Summary: The battle and subsequent victory over Thanos and his army is only the beginning of the fight for Steve Rogers.

you should know i'll be there for you (when the world's not perfect) (ao3) - shrinkthisviolet mj/peter, minor emma/gayle T, 4k

Summary: Processing the Blip was already enough on its own for Michelle, without the introduction of Elemental monsters simulated by a crazed, power-hungry madman who then revealed her boyfriend's secret superhero identity to the world and thus drove him to open the literal multiverse.

Maybe she was oversimplifying. But it turned out, knowing the X-Men was a crash course in preparing for the absolute weirdest shenanigans, so aside for some fear for her life, she’d say she was handling this pretty well.

Maybe.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Summer Crush

Hydrangeas

Part 4 is this what you’ve been waiting for

Summary: Sam had been caught in the middle of a friendship triangle for years. The problem was it wasn’t a competition for you. No you actually had a secret crush on his other best friend, Danny. When the boys come home for the summer Sam gives you one word of advice, distance yourself from Danny.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x fem reader x Sam Kiszka *slash pairing

Warnings: 18+, NO minors!, sexual content, slash pairings, friends to lovers, kind of enemies to lovers, love triangles, drinking, talk of jealousy, potential threesomes, not going too into detail yet don’t want to spoil it but do be warned 🫣, if the part number is in italics then there’s spice

Word count: 4.7k

Reminder: this fic is a slash pairing, if that’s not your cup of tea might as well stop reading now. If it is then enjoy!

The rain was coming down in a pour with no sign of letting up any time soon.

You and Sam were huddled together under a small shed that was surely someone’s private property you had found while running through the brush to escape the large drops of water threatening to coat your entire bodies. You had known better than to agree to go on a random hike with Sam to an unknown, “secret” as Sam called it, destination but he had assured you it would be too fun to skip out on. Yeah, real fun to get soaking wet, and to make things worse it was getting darker so the two of you were starting to huddle together to fight off the impending cold of night.

“What now Sam” you hissed his name out between your quivering lips. He had gotten the two of you into this mess and now he’d better figure something out soon before you both caught hypothermia.

“I’ll call Danny to come get us” he sighed in defeat, finally starting to admit to himself you were right but never aloud.

“Danny?” You questioned, “he’s farther. Why don’t you call one of your brothers?” You were less concerned with how far away Danny actually was and more concerned with him seeing you stuck in this predicament alongside Sam.

“Absolutely not” he set his foot down quickly and you knew right then and there nothing was changing his mind. “I won’t hear the end of it if they come. Josh will scold me for days”. You had noticed Josh always took on the role of ‘big-brother’ despite being a twin. Jake didn’t seem to mind most of the time, usually siding with his other half on most things as long as the spotlight didn’t turn on him.

Danny picked up Sam’s call on the second ring and because you were so close to Sam in that shed you could practically hear the whole conversation. Danny agreed to come get you but was sure to inform Sam he would be cleaning his car if it got messy. Sam wanted to argue, he was keen on bargaining especially since being the youngest of brothers, but he knew he wasn’t exactly in a place this time around, so he agreed and sent over the pinned location.

The rain never let up as the two of you waited for Danny to come to your rescue. You two sat in silence since you didn’t have anything to say to him other than ‘I told you so’ but you figured that would be overkill as he seemed pretty upset already. Finally the two of you turned towards each other and shared a look, you immediately knew you were thinking of the same thing, it was taking Danny far too long to get here.

“Let me call him back” Sam suggested and took his phone out again, wiping away the little drops of water that were being blown onto the screen.

It took Danny a little longer to pick up this time, but when he finally did you learned what was taking him so long.

“Looks like we will be running in the rain again” Sam huffed trying to brace himself for what was to come. “Danny’s just about a half mile away, but he says he’s stuck in the mud”.

“Great” you grit your teeth and also prepared yourself to get drenched again.

Sam took your hand in his and you took off in the direction you knew the road was.

You were cursing Sam for making you run so far when you finally reached Danny.

“Jesus you really are stuck in the mud!” Sam exclaimed when he saw the state of his car.

“I am not getting covered in mud to push this out” you wrapped your arms tightly around your chest to fight off the shivers.

“I already called triple A” Danny replied and hurried the two of you along into the car. Sam took the passenger's seat which left you with the backseat.

You all sat patiently for a while until Sam started to restlessly tapping his fingers against the door frame.

“They said it could take a while. Apparently there’s a lot of flooding in the area” Danny mentioned now why it was taking so long.

“Should we play a game to pass the time?” Sam questioned.

“What did you have in mind?” You replied a little worried about what Sam had in mind but also growing increasingly bored and your phone was almost dead.

“I spy with my little eye something-” Sam began before he was cut off by the both of you simultaneously.

“No”.

He silenced himself while he tried to conjure up another thought before jumping over in his seat enthusiastically. “How about truth or dare?”

“How do you play truth or dare with people you already know everything about?” You scoffed thinking he must be joking but he seemed all too serious.

“Easy just pick dare every time” Sam grinned wildly like he’d already had something up his sleeve.

“I don’t think this is a good idea” Danny chimed in, pinching the area between his eyes.

“Alright Daniel, you start” Sam responded ignoring his words of caution.

Danny sighed but played along for fear of facing a pouting Sam. “Sam, truth or dare?”

“Truth” Sam answered despite what he just said about only picking dares.

After taking a moment to think of something to ask him he came up with “what’s your favorite album?”

“Lame, you already know that. My turn!”

“Wait, you didn’t answer the question!” Danny tried to protest.

“But I told the truth” Sam shrugged, he was clearly making up his own game rules as he went. Now he turned around to ask you “truth or dare?”

“Truth” you replied after deciding it might be the safest option with Sam.

“Which one of us do you think would be the best kisser?” He had a wide smirk on his face as he gave you your question more than likely having had that one ready since he suggested this stupid game.

“You don’t have to answer that” Danny whipped his head around to you before turning back to scold his friend. “Don't be ridiculous Sam, it's uncomfortable to answer something like that”.

Sam sat back and threw his hands across his chest. “It’s not like I asked her to kiss one of us, she didn’t even pick dare”.

“I choose Danny” you spoke up to get it over with but mostly to annoy Sam by not saying him.

“Thank you” Danny said to you even though he guessed your reasoning behind the response.

“Ok Sam, truth or dare” you continued on with the game.

“Dare” he said proudly like he was trying to show both of you he wasn’t afraid of what either of you could tell him to do.

“I dare you to kiss Danny”. You hadn’t really stopped to think about what you were asking, only following Sam’s lead and trying to give him a little taste of his own medicine, but when Danny looked back at you with a shocked expression you knew you might have gone too far. You hoped Sam wouldn’t go through with it and you could just laugh it off then say something else lame instead.

“I think we should stop playing” Danny beckoned but Sam wasn’t ready to back down from his challenger.

“Don’t worry best kisser I’ll show you what it’s really like” Sam quickly grabbed either side of the other boy's face and pulled him closer before he could attempt an escape out the car back into the rain. “Pucker up you’re in for a treat”.

Danny squeezed his eyes closed as Sam bridged what was left of a gap between the two of them. As soon as their lips were connected he slid the hand facing the backseat down from Danny’s cheek to his shoulder giving you a clear view of what was going on over the center console.

You gulped hard as you watched Sam moving his lips against Danny’s and you saw his knitted brows soften with the kiss.

As soon as he was satisfied with himself Sam pulled away, “you picked the wrong one” he chuckled and settled back into his seat.

Danny glanced backwards at you while you were trying hard to not show it on your face how hot that actually was.

“Yeah I’m with Danny I think we should stop playing” you managed to speak up without your voice cracking.

“What? I’m ready for another round” Sam joked. The only problem was there was a different tone in his voice than usual. You could tell that he was forcing himself to pretend like nothing had happened.

Thankfully before anymore damage could be done the tow truck showed up to rescue the three of you.

You weren’t sure what brought up that memory. Honestly you had pushed it down and buried it underneath piles of thousands of other Sam memories.

“What about this?” Sam turned to show you another top.

“How many clothes do you have?” You sighed. It had been nearly an hour since you had gotten to his place and half of that was spent with your mind wandering off.

“You know what’s the one place you can bet on being in every city we’ve visited?” He answered your question with one of his own.

“What’s that?”

“Goodwill” he replied, stepping back into his closet and pulling his shirt off to throw back on a plain T.

Normally it didn’t bother you to see Sam less than entirely dressed. Years of growing up together having sleepovers (your parents were against you having a sleepover with a boy at first until they realized all the Kiszkas would stick up for and defend you with their last breaths), and spending summers at the lake swimming had made you more or less comfortable around each others bodies. That was until Sam caught you staring at him from your reflection in the mirror in front of him.

“Something caught your eye?” he turned back around with a smirk when he was properly covered again.

“I’m just distracted is all” you rolled your eyes then did the same with your body as you switched from laying on your stomach on his bed to your back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well I know what could clear your mind” Sam flopped down on the bed opposite of you with his legs dangling off the bed and his head falling near your waist. “We’re planning on going up to the lake house next week. You should come”.

“The lake house?” You tilted your head up to make sure he wasn’t trying to tease you. You hadn’t had the opportunity to go to the lake house often, it was mostly reserved for Kiszka family getaways, but the few times you had gone were some of your best memories. Before you could let yourself get too excited you thought you should get all the details then give him your reply. “Who all is going to be there?”

It was Sam’s turn to look over at you, clearly from his expression he thought that was a stupid question. “Well me first of all, then Jake and Josh, Danny said he would think about it”.

“I see, well I might need to think about it too”.

“Hey, what’s your deal?” He nudged his knee over into your shoulder. “You’ve been acting strange since you got here”.

“I’m just really tired, didn’t sleep much last night” you told him most of the truth, but left out the details about who it was keeping you up.

“You know after you left last night Danny was acting strange too” you nearly choked on the air when Sam mentioned a connection he shouldn’t be making this early on. Damn him and his close observations.

“Really? Did you talk to him?” You tried to sound natural and less incriminating but you were frozen in place, hoping that Sam’s bed would just open up and swallow you whole Nightmare on Elm Street style. A quick death would be a lot easier than suffering through this conversation.

“Yeah I did actually” he replied, “he gave me some bullshit about being back home bringing up a lot of memories. Can’t say I blame him though, kind of know how he feels”.

You were able to relax a little. Sam didn't sound like he was trying to insinuate anything, more like he was just trying to show the both of you that he felt the same way and you could talk to him. You started to feel bad again about going against his wishes, especially when he had always been such a great friend to you both. Sam was surely the only reason you and Danny had ever met in the first place and he didn’t deserve to be left out. On the other hand, you knew how stubborn he was, and over protective, while also really nearsighted at times. It would take a lot of explaining for him to begin to see eye to eye with the two of you let alone accept a relationship where he wasn’t the center of either of your attention.

“Can I ask you a random question?” Sam changed positions to his side and leaned his head against his palm that was propped up with his elbow.

“Thanks for the heads up” you laughed since usually he was spewing out of his mouth whatever popped into his head when it popped in. “Go ahead”.

“What ever happened to Stephen?” Needless to say you were surprised to hear Sam mention your ex-boyfriend. The coincidence of him recalling the same memories as you had made your lips twitch upwards ever so slightly.

“Well, where to start?” You matched his position, turning towards him and scooting down the bed so that you were face to face now. You began to explain to him how after he left from visiting you and Stephen had more or less stopped seeing eye to eye.

He had been passive aggressively dancing around you, clearly not happy with what had happened at Joe’s and you taking Sam’s side over his, but not being mature enough to have a talk about it with you like adults. One night he had come home from work and you were working on your laptop while making dinner. He seemed to be in a rather good mood, probably at the image of seeing you cook a meal for the first time in about a month. He wrapped his hand around your waist and kissed you from behind, pressing you against the counter threatening to risk you getting a burn from the built in glass burners in front of you.

Starting to forget all about dinner you turned around in his grip and smashed your lips against his throwing your hands around his shoulders until he completely retreated denying any further advances. You looked up at him in shock, following his line of sight until you both rested your eyes on your laptop sitting on the counter beside you. You had just recently changed the home screen background from one of you and Stephen to one of you and Sam from your graduation (the one of him pecking your cheek).

He dropped his hand from your waist and started to make his way towards the bedroom. Pent up anger, along with other things, came boiling over like the dinner you were now neglecting on the stove.

“Would you please just talk to me?!” You yelled through the kitchen at him making him stop in his tracks.

“What do you want me to say?” He replied, not nearly at the same volume as you.

“Say something? Anything! Just quit walking around here like a hurt little puppy”.

He shook his head and returned his stride down the hallway but you chased after him not willing to drop the conversation this time. He tried to ignore you, slowly starting to remove his clothes piece by piece until he was standing there facing you again in nothing but his socks and underwear.

Something in you snapped and you launched at him, knocking him onto the bed squirming to peel your clothes off while you attacked him with feverish kisses.

After a while of fighting each other for control in the bed you had both cooled off, letting out most of your steam in the physical act.

You left him alone for a moment to return to the kitchen, tossing what was once dinner into the trash and grabbing a glass of water to take back with you.

When you returned Stephen was sitting up in the bed, eyes completely honed in on something that was miles away from where you were.

“Do you want to talk now?” You asked in a much gentler tone than the argument from earlier.

Stephen came back from his thoughts and looked over at you, but his expression was still filled with hurt. “I need to tell you something” he began, you could tell this was what he had on his mind for a while now which was probably the culprit behind his attitude for the past few weeks, so you listened intently for what he had to say. Nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

“I got the promotion”.

“That’s great!” You interrupted him then realized you should have waited for him to finish before congratulating him.

“Thing is, it’s in Colorado”.

“Oh” you replied, you weren’t sure you understood what he meant by Colorado so you waited for him to continue to explain.

“I was going to surprise you, thinking hopefully after you graduate you would be willing to move with me. I’ve even looked at a few houses in the area” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he decided what to say next.

“Well, umm,” you were stuttering over your words, this was not the conversation you were prepared to be having right now. “I’d like to call my mom to see what she thinks, and do some research about the design jobs in the area. Fuck, I’m sure the market is even more competitive in Colorado than-”

“I think you should stay here” he cut you off. It was like he had spent this entire time fighting with himself about what he was going to say until it just came out. “You can stay here, rent is already paid for the next three months. After that lease is up, I’ve already told them I’m moving out so you can put your name on it after”.

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to respond to that. Your mind was blanking every time you tried to think about what to say but honestly anything probably would have been better than what ended up coming out, “okay”.

You left out quite a bit of that story, especially the part about the breakup sex that you hadn’t realized was breakup sex until afterwards. Sam’s nostrils flared as he breathed out in a huff. He was trying to process your story, but mostly the part where he seemed to have been the catalyst for your break up.

“I know that look Sam” you tried to stop him from feeling guilty. When you looked back on it you always felt like that relationship was doomed to fail, you just never had as much heart in it as he did, and not enough balls to do something about it sooner. “If I was off in Colorado I probably wouldn’t be here now would I?” You smiled over at your friend encouraging him to see things your way.

“No, I guess not” he replied before pulling himself off the bed. “What to go raid the twins movie stash?”

You rolled off the bed and jumped up behind him, “absolutely”.

“How was playing dress up with Sam?” Danny’s voice gleamed over the phone as soon as he answered.

“Sam was the only one dressing” you reminded him which had the opposite effect on him as he realized you sat in his room watching your friend change for most of the afternoon. “You still coming over or not?”

“I’ll be right there” before you knew it you were back at home with Danny in your bedroom, giving you a show of undressing.

“Is someone jealous?” You giggled as you watched Danny unbuttoning his first shirt dramatically revealing that he had another black t underneath.

“Jealous?” He scoffed, “would there be a reason for me to be jealous?” He sounded like he was trying to play along but only because he wanted to drag some more details out of you.

“I don’t know, Sam was a little more undressed than this” sure you probably shouldn’t have provoked him, but when he shed another layer down to his bare chest you were more than glad you had. He was left in nothing more than a pair of tiny shorts. Jesus what were those 3 inch, 4inch?

“Do you remember what I said at breakfast?” He questioned as he started inching his way closer to where you sat at the edge of your bed.

“Hmm, about the strudel being good?” You mocked trying to hold onto a shred of control as you began to feel intoxicated by drinking in the tall glass of refreshment that was Danny crawling onto the bed on top of you.

“No, about the next time we were alone together” he chased you on his hands and knees up the bed as you scooted away from him until your back hit the headboard.

“Oh, that” you squeaked out, closing your eyes as he leaned in. You were frozen in anticipation, knowing exactly what was to come, until he pulled away with a breathy chuckle.

“That wasn't fair” you whined. Suddenly you were regretting the teasing you had given him earlier so that maybe he would be taking it easier on you now.

“No, you calling me over here then talking about Sam wasn’t fair”. Now you understood, he wasn’t trying to tease you back, he was genuinely upset.

“Danny,” you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips to press a kiss onto the top of it as an apology. “I’m sorry, you know how Sam is always smarting back, I’ve just been around him too long. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings”.

He sighed, giving you a soft smile as you continued to press kisses on him. “I’m not upset at you, I’m upset with myself. I’m not usually like this, Sam gets what he wants and I’m usually there to help him get it, but this time I don’t want Sam to get what he wants and I can’t help feeling a little selfish for it”.

“No, I get it. For me it’s guilt” you confessed alongside him and he looked over at you with a worried expression.

“Don’t look at me like that” you used his own hand in yours to lightly slap his chest which caused a little chuckle.

With the atmosphere lightening a little you took the opportunity to try and set the right mood again by sitting up and grabbing onto his shoulders before swinging a leg over one of his.

Since this morning you had been at Sam’s house then back at home to meet Danny so you hadn’t gotten an opportunity to change into something other than the button down blouse and skirt you had put on before breakfast. Not that either of you were complaining much now that you were sitting in his lap and biting your lips.

Unable to hold himself back any longer Danny’s lips finally met yours working hungrily at plumping them up and nipping at them with his teeth. You took his distracted state as a way to slip your hands down and explore the shape of his torso.

Danny took your hands on him as a sign he could do the same and let his trail down your back from your shoulders to your hips. When he reached as far as he could go his fingers slipped underneath the hem of your shirt and traced back up the same direction he came down, this time against your bare skin.

His fingertips were warm but they sent a shiver through your body everywhere they touched.

You whimpered against his lips and unconsciously ground your hips down against him. Your center coming deliciously in contact with his thigh that you were straddling causing your whimper to turn into a full fledged moan.

Although you were slightly embarrassed when you realized what you had done Danny didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he flew his hands back down to your waist and placed them on either side of you, using them to assist and encourage you in rocking back and forth against him.

“Danny-” you were already starting to feel a knot build in the pit of your stomach with the pleasure the friction was giving you. The pleading sound of your voice when you said his name queued him in on what you needed. He removed one of his hands from your side and lifted your skirt up exposing the delicate lace panties you were wearing.

“These are cute” he huffed with a smirk, “but they need to move”.

Your face lit up an even brighter shade of red but it didn’t last for long as one of his long fingers hooked around the material and pulled it over to the side to allow skin to skin contact between your core and his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re really wet” he whispered after you had slicked up his leg enough to make your grinding smooth and easy.

You slowed down a bit as your breath became ragged. You were so close but still entirely too embarrassed to finish so quickly like this.

“Don’t you dare stop” he nearly growled and used his hand that was still on your hip to push you back down onto him farther.

With just a few more glides and some more seductive cheering on from Danny that you honestly don’t even remember you were shuddering through your finish.

You dropped your head down onto his shoulder as you came down, him continuing to rub up and down your back in a soothing way. “What even just happened?” You panted with a crazed chuckle.

When you finally regained your senses you lifted your head back up to check on him who was being quiet while you steadied yourself again. “That was fucking hot” his pupils were blow wide, jaw slightly slack as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been really stressed with trying to find work, and coming home, and worried about Sam. Haven’t really been in the mood for… that. Guess I didn’t realize how much I needed it”.

“Please don’t be sorry,” he leaned forward and began to shower your clavicle with kisses now that your body had calmed down “I’m glad to help”.

You giggled at the light kisses he was giving you before you suddenly realized you had all but ignored his needs. You glanced down between your two bodies and saw the bulge just above where your knee was wedged between his legs. “Umm, do you need help with that?”

“No no no” he took a hand and placed it under your chin to draw your face back towards his. “I’ll be fine, this was about you”.

“But Dan-” he cut you off by returning his lips to yours in a feverish kiss, this time letting his tongue slip out and he licked up yours which were still slightly parted causing another shiver to snake down your still sensitive body.

When he released your mouth again you couldn’t even form the words to continue your complaint. “Next time” he reassured you while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Next time you thought. You liked the sound of that. The subtle guarantee that you would find yourselves indulging in each other again.

Your only worry was, when was next time going to be? The two of you had only just admitted your reservations (not that they had stopped you for very long), and you knew you couldn’t continue to sneak behind Sam’s back for very long without him starting to grow suspicious.

“I think” you began your sentence without finishing your trail of thoughts.

“Hmm?” Danny’s voice came out in a hum as he was still preoccupied with placing gentle carcasses against your curves, but still listening to you.

“I think we should tell Sam, and soon”.

Danny’s wandering hands stopped and his chest raised and lowered as he sucked in a deep breath.

“Ok, what did you have in mind”.

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AMANDA, I was so concerned that these episodes would just be new cast + our barcelona group and I was prepared to be bummed. So I'm happy to see Amanda and not just on a screen. I love that she's like do I need to come out to clean up and just hang out on the beach and enjoy a vacation? Yes. You should've. Both she and Carmen should've gone and just had a vacation. The shower is running…while Daniel is talking and moving into the hotel room. Are he and Johnny sharing a room? Chozen's going to meet them at the cocktail mixer? Is he a co-sensei again or there with his own students? I spy a TV begging to get destroyed. Johnny pulling a Chozen and walking around in just a robe. Also look at him using some of the Spanish he's picked up. Amanda is me and I love the way she says it. It's very soft and fond:

Woah the lighting change between Daniel and Johnny and Amanda to the almost gray of Tory. Tory getting immediately cornered by her sensei being angry oof. And Kreese also coming into her room. Another oof. I was hoping it was either Sam or Robby. Poor Tory. Whoever decided to give Kreese a western string sound, I approve. I bet Martin Kove loves his theme. Johnny: there better be food at this thing. The thing being a cocktail mixer. lol, growth. Dude wants food over the booze. Also return of wearing a red jacket.

So Amanda told Johnny about what happened at the charity event? They dish gossip? I love it. Oh Johnny Chimichangas aren't Spanish...Apparently they were invented in Arizona. Johnny do not make an enemy over food. Daniel must have a "Johnny is hangry and cranky from the flight and about to fight anyone radar" based of the way it went from him schmoozing to literally running over. Oooh Kreese's jacket says sabeom, aka master (like sensei). Kim Da-Eun really had fun designing these didn't she. Look how bored an unexcited these kids are. Come on you're in a new country essentially on a field trip from school. I also love that they ended up at the aquarium. Oh it's the captains only, I was going to say that is not enough kids. How do these other kids know each other and already have beef? Are they all like Johnny? Johnny you should've been part of this, you'd have loved it as a youth. I love that Tory just leaves and the camera guy is like oh I guess we're done. Daniel wandering around asking about the bloody captain headband while Johnny is testing out the gear and scaring the sales people is just...so them. Johnny's review is that they don't hurt so they need to be remade. Bud, isn't the weapon not hurting your students a good thing? I also love that he immediately is like my students are better than the students you have modeling all your gear, and does the proud dad thing of pulling out his phone to show all the photos. If this was set prior to phones full of photos he would've just had one of those photo wallets full that would just keep expanding full of photos wouldn't he? Ummm Johnny did you just say modeling leans to skin flicks and you went down that road? So you modeled, danced and did adult film...Johnny the life you've led and also the fact no one has found this is really lucky. (Also poor salesperson guy) Johnny using his salespitch a la Daniel once he realizes that this could be an opportunity to pay for thee kid's college. Is just very sweet. Kreese how did you get the eunjangdo there? Also not a fan of you opening that guy and wielding it in front of Johnny since in your hallucination you killed him. Johnny's 😂 so unimpressed and just like these nunchucks could take care of that little knife there huh? Johnny is there anyone your not going to bicker with? The way that deflated the danger almost immediately. Like as the audience we know the danger but Johnny's just like gramps has a little knife, well guess what this guy sells nunchucks. So what? His ability to not know and not give a fuck is pretty good. 😂 That poor sales guy.

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The TV Addict article (April 10th 2007)

On the Set with SUPERNATURAL Stars Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles

APRIL 10, 2007 BY THETVADDICT

When you’re walking onto the set of the CW’s spookfest SUPERNATURAL, you can’t help but have the Boy Scout motto – Be prepared! – ringing in your ears. Yet, as I slipped into my role as a seasoned television reporter and stepped onto the soundstage to watch the filming of an actual scene between stars Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, I’d have to admit that my “play it cool” veneer probably did a pretty poor job of hiding the excitement radiating from just about every pore of my being.

There they sat at an ordinary kitchen table, Sam and Dean (Padalecki and Ackles, respectively) discussing recent events. While I’m not at liberty to reveal the topic of their conversation, suffice it to say that tempers were flaring. As voices raised, so to did emotions. Dean was, of course, in protective mode, while Sam did what he does best: bristled.

And then things took a most unexpected turn.

Sam and Dean gazed lovingly – dare I say longingly? – into one anothers eyes. Standing, Dean moved closer to Sam, raising his arm and reaching out as if to touch him softly, when suddenly…

“Cut!” yelled the director. “Okay, boys, now let’s do it seriously this time,” he said, no doubt relegating any footage which might bring to life some of the more lurid fan fiction lurking on the internet to the cutting room floor. (Or, perhaps, if we’re lucky, a future DVD blooper reel!) The talented thespians had, in fact, been ad-libbing a scene while the behind-the-scenes crew worked out the all-important details involving camera angles, lighting and sound. And given the emotionally-charged nature of the two-part season finale, bringing a little laughter to the set is definitely a good thing.

“I had some pretty heavy stuff last night,” admits Ackles between takes. Probably the most emotional stuff that’s been jam-packed into one scene. I was pretty done by the end of the day.” And what of his on-screen brother? “Jared had it easy, just lying there with his eyes closed. Jerk!”

Obviously, the lighthearted banter and genuine affection that bonds the Winchester brothers also exists between their portrayers. As the actors exchange compliments, it quickly becomes clear that the young men – both of whom grew up in Texas – have formed a mutual admiration society forged on the set but cemented in genuine affection.

Given how frequently one hears about backstage discord (DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES, anyone?) and co-stars who aren’t likely to pal around after hours (see: GREY’S ANATOMY), the fact that Ackles and Padalecki actually enjoy working together is a major plus… especially since they spend about 10 months of the year putting in 16 hour days on a surprisingly small soundstage.

“We definitely know how fortunate it is — the chance to work with someone who you get along with,” admits SMALLVILLE grad Ackles. “We’ve both been on shows and on projects where not everyone gets along, where somebody’s got a temper or an ego, but we’ve been very lucky and appreciative of the fact that we get along very well on and off set.”

Former GILMORE GIRLS guy Padalecki concurs. “We both – I mean, I say this all the time – we have similar interests and similar hobbies and similar manners. I’ve definitely worked with my share of people who – and I know Jensen has as well – but it’s all about drama. Like, if there’s not some sort of conflict going on in their lives or on set, then they’re just not happy.”

Okay, I’ll admit that I was dying to know which of their former co-stars were being dissed, but being the professional that I am – and with all of you SUPERNATURAL fans in mind, I focused on what was of utmost important: Spoilers! (If you don’t want to know what’s going to happen in the weeks to come, skip the following paragraph. Consider yourself warned!)

“This is the big show,” revealed Ackles of the much-anticipated season finale. “This is what we’ve been building toward for two seasons. All the problems that set the entire show in motion are culminating in this one episode.” Ackles says that grateful fans have one person to thank for not only the episode, but the overall direction of the show: creator Eric Kripke. “He doesn’t like to keep those long, drawn-out storylines with loose ends. He likes to tie things up and create new problems, which I really like. There are a lot of shows out there that kind of continually roll on, never solving problems.” But that’s not the case with SUPERNATURAL, as will be proven in the finale. “In this episode, we’re going to deal with the demon that took the Winchester brothers’ mom; We’re going to deal with their dad’s death; we’re going to deal with making deals with the devil.” But wait, there’s more! “We’re going to deal with Bobby, Ellen, Jo and the people in the roadhouse. We’re going to deal with the occult and devil’s traps and all of the stuff that’s been playing out over the season. It’s all coming together in this episode.” As if realizing that the episode is beginning to sound more “final” than “season finale,” Ackles quickly sets us straight. “That’s not to say everything is wrapped up, because in wrapping up that storyline, so much else is created which is really cool. It’s definitely going to give us somewhere to go for season three and however long we go!” 

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Old Art

When Steve was thawed from the ice and had some time to adjust to working for SHIELD, he spent time looking through the internet, hoping to catch up on current events and major events since he went under. What he wasn’t prepared for was how much of the internet there was. Sam gave him recommendations to look into online but Google was overwhelming in how much info it gave him. The most confusing for him was message forums that he ended up finding during his research because a poster would ask a question that he found interesting. That is how Steve ended up learning that he had no clue what half the internet slang was.

He learned that the meaning and usage of certain slang terms change quickly and frequently. Most people don’t use the term Vine anymore, now it’s Tiktok. Steve did like seeing emojis. They looked funny to him. Urban dictionary was a helpful resource for him but Steve quickly learned that the internet didn’t think that site was useful. Regardless he was glad it helped him figure out the meaning of slang and how to decipher texts that were mostly emojis. 

Steve found Wikipedia the most useful and the most distracting. Many nights he’d look up an article about a major event that Sam told him to look into and a few hours later, he’d be reading about something completely different. He’d end up telling Bucky in the middle of the night about what he found out, even though half the time Bucky wasn’t interested. Bucky had a suspicion Steve did it to help distract him when he woke up from his nightmares, but he wasn't going to burst his best friend's bubble by telling him it doesn't work. 

Once the battle of Thanos was resolved, Steve got back into art. With the help of Nat, Steve made an art page. She had to show him how to scan his work to post it digitally but once he started, the support exploded. Steve was taken aback at how many people looked at his artwork and complimented it. It did give him encouragement to do more. In the span of a few weeks, Steve had posted redraws of his old artwork that he made in the 30’s while attending college. The public ate it up which made Steve a bit proud of himself. 

“I had no idea you drew.” Sam hummed as he watched Steve upload the last piece he could remember drawing before going in the ice.

Steve shrugged. “Never asked.”

“I don’t go up to people and ask if they can draw.”

“You should.”

“It might work for you Captain but not me.” Sam lightly punched his arm as he laughed. “Where did you learn to draw?”

“Auburndale Art School.”

“I have no idea where that is.”

Bucky placed a drink in front of Steve before handing Sam his. “It’s in Brooklyn.”

“Did you go too?” Sam eyed Bucky curiously.

Bucky took a drink of his coffee. “We had the same classes.”

“Do you draw too?”

“I went for the ladies.” Bucky glanced at the computer screen. “Do you think Montgomery still has our projects?”

Steve chuckled. “I think she’s dead by now, Buck.”

“I feel like she’d try to outlive us all out of spite.”

Sam watched the exchange as he took a slow drink. “Was she a bad teacher?”

“She was the worst. Always saying my work was shit.”

“Well you never really tried to actually learn how to draw.”

Bucky gave Steve a glare. “I was a decent artist. It wasn’t perfect like she wanted it to be.” 

“She knew you were there just for the nude models.” 

“I turned in my work.” Bucky grumbled as Steve and Sam laughed.

“Why don’t you share your art?” Sam suggested.

Bucky frowned. “I don’t think any of it exists anymore.”

“You can redraw it like I am.” 

Bucky seemed to think it over. “But who would want to see it?”

"You do realize you have a fan base online right?" Sam took a drink as he gave Bucky a skeptical look.

Bucky studied Sam, not quite believing him. "I do?"

"Chicks like the troubled brooding guy now."

"I don't brood."

Steve and Sam gave him a doubtful look. "You do." Bucky scowled at Sam but before he could argue more, he cut him off. "Just give it a try and see where it goes. It doesn't hurt."

Bucky glanced between the two. "Fine."

A few days later, Bucky shared a random drawing on Steve's page and was bombarded with support. It reignited a spark in Bucky and it didn't take long for the team to find the two drawing together occasionally during downtime between missions.

[zh-lele]

Playing Games

You didn't yet see my worth, so you try to play me. But I was so in love that I just got a little bit too complicated.

▪︎ Summary: A chaotic New Year's party makes you rethink the kind of relationship you've been having with Donghyuck for the past few months. He is a player, but you love the game.

▪︎ Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x female reader

▪︎ Genres: friends with benefits, smut, angst

▪︎ Word count: 7.4k (I'm so sorry.)

▪︎ Warnings: explicit sexual content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; profanity; substance consumption; toxic behavior. (Please let me know if I missed something.)

Listen to the playlist here. | Click to see Hyuck's moodboard.

Author's note: This is my secret santa gift for @neochan as part of the event hosted by @neowritingsnet . Hey Sam, I was your secret santa! Happy holidays and I hope you can enjoy the fic :) Didn't have the time to get it proof read so I'm really sorry about that.

Lolo.

1. Forget about it, forget about him

"How are you surviving the New Year's party?"

Your question takes Rina by surprise, since you see her get a little scared when she hears your voice from behind. But, seeing that it's only you, it doesn't take long for that beautiful smile that characterizes her to reappear.

"It's going really well, I think." She answers by returning her gaze to the front, where your group of friends is preparing for the main event of the night.

It's exactly two minutes to midnight. You know this not only because of the gigantic TV screen in the living room of the mansion—that has been broadcasting the countdown to the new year in different parts of the world since you arrived at the boys' house— but because you can also feel it in the air.

Aeri is helping Mia bring the glasses into the living room and set them ready for the cocktail party. Donghyuck is arguing with Jaemin because he's not helping Jisung with the Champagne bottles he's too scared to open. Chenle's laughter can be heard from the kitchen followed by some groans, and Mark telling him "it's not funny at all". You only find out what the mess is about when Jeno comes and lights up the room with his eye smile, telling the guys that Mark splashed his own eyes cutting the lime for the margaritas, and now he can't see anything.

You and Renjun share a cigarette on the balcony, now with Rina on your side.

"You know things are about to get weird, right?" Renjun asks the girl.

"Yeah, the other girls warned me you have this tradition going on," she starts. "No one leaves without a kiss from your New Year's parties." And her face flushes red as he finishes the sentence with his eyes locked on Donghyuck, who is finally pouring the champagne into the glasses with a smirk, looking as handsome as ever.

The action doesn't go unnoticed by you or Renjun, so you decide to push the new girl a little more. "You've got someone in mind?"

"Well…" She laughs, and without taking her eyes off him, she drops it: "I might go for Donghyuck."

The clock strikes midnight and the cheers are heard, both inside the mansion and outside in the street. As you approach inside to celebrate and drink the champagne together with your friends, you are surprised and intercepted by your friend Aeri, who plants a quick New Year's kiss on your lips before throwing herself into her boyfriend's arms and doing the same with him. You just laugh it off and empty the drink in your glass to set your eyes on a different pair meters away from you.

Rina had been the newest addition to the group, and obviously, before inviting her to the mansion and one of the chaotic New Year's Eve parties, someone had to warn her how things were. It was only fair that Rina was aware of an agreement made years ago between you and your friends: everyone gets at least one midnight kiss during the new year celebration. She was told just enough to try to survive the night.

The mansion is the boys' rented house and private studio. All of them have been making good amounts of money in the music industry lately, gaining popularity really fast, and it's a privilege that she isn't paying anymore to enter a party in the mansion.

It wasn't her fault that no one told her that something has been going on between you and Donghyuck for months, and that you were hoping that he wouldn't kiss anyone but you that night. When you didn't tell Rina anything as soon as she said she wanted to go for him, you were only waiting to test Donghyuck.

Because if you think about the situation, it was all his fault, honestly.

Everyone in your friend group knows Donghyuck and you have been exclusively seeing each other for months now. Your girl friends know very well he isn't afraid to fill your ears with sweet things and words of affection when you are alone. Yet, he won't show you around and would act like you're no more than friends when there's someone else.

You still don't know what his problem is, but you are growing sick and tired of crying for nights because he won't talk to you. Instead, he would have you thinking you did something wrong to upset him or that he doesn't care about you anymore, to then come and act like he didn't just ignore you for days. But you aren't going to take your anger on Rina.

You are going to do it on Donghyuck later, definitely.

Lee Donghyuck, or one of the most recognized and well paid r&b artists from this new movement of kids coming up in the industry, making some of the best music of the continent independently. But for the ones who know him privately, he’s just a kid wasting a lot of talent and potential, who's only got a big ton of pressure on his shoulders and stacks of money he doesn't know how to spend more than on parties, alcohol, and drugs.

He’s also the boy you've been chasing and trying to get with for years. And now that you have him, you can't lose him just like that.

If he kisses Rina right in front of you and everyone else when he refuses to do that with you, that's going to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

The white lights go down until it is only the colored lights hanging from the tall ceiling, and the Christmas lights taped on the wall that illuminate the room very dimly. You can appreciate some of your best friends still exchanging their midnight kisses. You can also spot Jaemin in one corner pouring out one margarita after another, and Donghyuck with Rina huddled against the wall in the other corner of the room. The millisecond he makes eye contact with you and smiles all the way from there, then returning his attention to Rina is actually what sets you on fire. Not in the way you would want to, though.

You don't need to stay there to know Donghyuck's gonna try and play you dirty. And you won't give him the satisfaction of standing there alone, watching him kiss with someone else.

You should have listened to your friends when they told you over and over again that Donghyuck is and always will be a player, not worth all your tears. You should have also heard your other side of consciousness telling you "don't do it, don't go there." But it's too late to regret it when you take the cup from Jaemin's hands and drink all of its contents, then grab the bottle of tequila and Jaemin's hand and drag him with you to the kitchen.

You know Donghyuck like the palm of your hand. You could try and play his games too.

When you set the tequila bottle on the kitchen counter and sit yourself on it to grab Jaemin by the collar and put him between your parted legs, the mischief reaches his eyes and reflects on the smirk of his mouth.

"I feel like we're not here for more margaritas," he says looking into your eyes and placing his hands on your thighs.

You give the bottle one last swallow before confirming his suspicions.

"You're right. Happy New Year."

Kissing Jaemin has always been a pleasure, in every sense of the word. His kisses are as lazy as he is, and feel as full of affection as if you were in love with each other, which makes you think about how there is no doubt why everyone falls in love with him so easily.

His lips taste like salt and lime, and explore yours sweetly until he opens his way to the inside of your mouth. There, the salty taste is replaced by a sweetness that contrasts with the rest of his movements. His hands caress your legs, look to get you closer to his body, squeezing your thighs and butt and making you approach the edge of the counter, but never completely losing that calm that characterizes him. Jaemin is the perfect definition of a tease.

"Thought we wouldn't be doing this anymore." You feel the vibrations of his vocal chords under your lips that leave his neck wet with kisses. When you don't answer him, he cups your face separating you from his skin, and makes you look him in the eyes. "Aren't you and Hyuck together?"

Well, that's a hard question. Because it seems like it depends on the situation and the mood. When Donghyuck feels like treating you like his girlfriend, you really feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He's sweet, caring, and funny. He comes to your home to share dinner with your family and spend the night, and you do the same at his. He even let you spend the entire Christmas day at the mansion—and you know that's something reserved for the couples only. You had morning sex, breakfast together, opened presents, and even cuddled while watching movies until it was dark outside.

You could say you are together only when he's feeling like giving you his attention. The rest of the time, you only try to figure out his feelings: when he will disappear for an entire day, won't talk to you for a week or will get mad if you go partying without him, but then flirt with other girls right in front of you.

Following that line of thought:

"No, we are not together." You finally tell Jaemin.

He only clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before moving closer to your ear to whisper. "That's a shame, because I think this would be much hotter if you were."

It sends a shiver down your spine and settles a strange feeling in your stomach at the same time. It's kind of frustrating, the way no matter how much you want to get Donghyuck out of your head and just have a good time with other boys, you can't get yourself to do it.

Donghyuck doesn't need to know, but it's not the first time you try forgetting you're mad at him with a little help from others. And that's the thing about it: that you only ever get to try, because the guilt takes over you despite how he has neglected and hurt you, and you end up going back to him over and over.

That unsettling feeling washes over you like a bucket of cold water, so you have to separate Jaemin from your lips before apologizing and rushing out of the kitchen to find your friends.

2. I think I wanna kiss you, right here in front of everybody

"You know what's your problem? You're always being too nice." Mia leans on the balcony railing with a joint between his lips, and stretches an open hand to you. The lighter lands on her palm and she's quickly lighting up the rolled paper, passing it to you after a couple of deep puffs.

"Well," you start exhaling the smoke. "That depends on who's saying it."

"You just need to fuck someone else, not letting remorse or sad feelings get in between. Just to know if you really wanna stop seeing Hyuck after it or not."

"But you don't understand," the lump in your throat can be noticed through your shaky voice, and the tears begin to threaten to fall from your eyes so Aeri—who has positioned herself in front of you and is covering you from the rest of the people inside the party—takes your hand and gives it a little comforting squeeze. "I've liked him for so long. I really, really only want to be with him."

"You really want to be with someone who's been making you cry for months now? I remember you having more sad than happy nights," Mia points out once again. You quickly dry your tears with your hands before they keep falling. "Even on fucking New Year's. New Year's party and you're crying over this dickhead." She says in disbelief.

"Must be some reaaally good dick if it got you this down bad."

The three of you manage to laugh at Aeri's comment, thankfully. You maintain the order of the round and pass the joint back to Aeri.

"It is," you confess, blowing out the smoke. "He really is that good."

"Does he at least make you cum?"

"Not all the time—"

"Then you have to leave him, sister." Mia interrupts. There's a smile on her face now that indicates she's just half-joking.

"But he's seriously so good!" You shake your head in frustration followed by an exasperated sigh. It's embarrassing to say it out loud, but your friends had known you for years, and they know that this talk and all the shed tears won't change a thing. "You know I'm not leaving him."

"Yeah, I know this conversation is fucking pointless." Mia's face is illuminated by the light from her cell phone when she takes it out ready to play one of her latest obsessions. Cats Café, a new game that locks her up in your bathroom for hours, playing seated on your toilet and leaving you and Aeri hanging out in the living room of your house, just the two of you during girls' nights. "Just please, try to keep in mind how bad you've had it the last few days the next time he tries to sugarcoat you with his words."

"You wouldn't be having such a bad time if you were going out with me, instead of him."

"Aeri, you literally have a boyfriend." You tell her with a roll of your eyes. 

"And you literally took my midnight kiss in front of him, with no complains," she replies to you. "And Mark told me he wouldn't care if I ever wanna try something with a girl!"

"Wait," you observe Mia pause his game and look up at your other friend with furrowed eyebrows. "You mean as in a threesome?"

"Who's having a threesome?" Donghyuck asks throwing his arm around Aeri's shoulders, and taking the drink out of her hands to empty it down his throat.

"The three of us," she answers looking at Donghyuck with a smile, and doing a circular motion with her hand pointing at you, Mia, and herself.

His eyes open up in astonishment when you laugh hearing Aeri's words, but an amused smile takes over his face at the same time. "That's extremely unfair, don't you think?"

"Want me to film it for you? So you don’t miss out." You ask him in return.

"I'd rather film you and me, alone." He says in a teasing tone.

"Okaaaaaay," Mia gets up from her place to shove her phone down her jean pockets and starts walking back inside. "Can't a girl play Cats Café in peace without having to listen to you being some horny motherfuckers all the time?!"

"Go get fucked, Mia." Donghyuck tells your friend and you get to punch him in the arm when he comes to stand to your left, which gets him laughing and complaining.

Mia only points her middle finger at him and yells something like “I'll ask your brother.” Next thing you know, Mark has joined Aeri on the balcony after communicating that Mia and Jeno have, in fact, taken over his room to do God knows what, and you are lighting up the second joint of the night with Donghyuck standing very close to your side. 

The four of you smoke in silence until there are only a few puffs left before it goes out. When the stub comes back to you, you light it again sure you'll be the one to finish it off.

Donghyuck watches you exhale the smoke from your lungs and then looks down at the joint between your fingers. He's not going to ask for it, so you raise your hand to the level of his mouth and position the end of it between his lips—which feel as soft as ever, and he leaves a little tempting kiss on your fingertips.

A few meters away from you the party is still going on. Sweaty bodies, blinding colored lights, and wet tongues that move to the rhythm of an ear-piercing song played by Renjun. He is a genius, the best of them all when it comes to producing music, and it shows in the way he makes you feel like your heart is gonna come out of your chest when he plays with the console.

It could be the music, the weed, the alcohol, the boy in front of you—who is looking into your eyes like you're the only one at the party, as if you were his favorite and he hadn't had multiple girls hitting on him all night—or a mix of all that, but you start to believe he got you hypnotized. You know you could have anyone else too, but it's never enough if they aren't Donghyuck.

He takes a hit making it burn until he hurts your fingers, so you have to move them away from his lips. However, the pain isn't enough to bring you back to reality, and a little touch on his lips doesn't calm the incessant desire you have to kiss him—it shows in the dilated pupils of your eyes that look for his gaze, in your agitated breathing, and in his sly smile as if he was reading all your thoughts.

What does it take to break Lee Donghyuck?

The tension can be felt in the air, so your friends are quick to leave the two of you alone in the balcony, maybe hoping you would sort your feelings out.

"Kiss me? Please, kiss me."

After throwing the end of the joint to the floor, he gently caresses your face with his nose and hugs your waist to get you closer, forcing you to cross your arms behind his neck.

You continue begging in his ear. "No more hiding, Hyuck."

His nose reaches your neck where you feel him plant a subtle wet kiss and then leave an intense bite. His teeth scraping your skin while his two hands squeeze your butt, drawing you firmly into his body. One last suck to your neck that you're sure will be leaving a mark, and then he's getting off you, staring down as if nothing just happened.

"Just came here to tell you we'll be leaving to Yangyang's."

Donghyuck lights up a cigarette and goes back inside without another word, probably hoping you'll go after him since that's what you've gotten him used to; you can't deny it.

You often feel like his babysitter and his mother at the same time: making sure that he won't make stupid decisions when he's out and intoxicated, that he won't miss any important schedules, that he can communicate himself better with his friends and family. You've been Donghyuck's unconditional support from the day you met, but since he's shown nothing in return it has started to feel like a burden. Like trying to make an already grown man grow. You know that it isn't your responsibility, though, and that he isn't likely to change for good.

You can't break Lee Donghyuck, but you still like to try.

3. Tell her sweet lies

A quick stop before heading to the after-party at Yangyang's has Donghyuck's car sitting in the McDonald's parking lot, while he and Rina order takeout after you said you were feeling extremely hungry. It's you and Mia waiting inside, sitting on the heated seats with music blasting from the stereo.

You've made sure to make the ride awkward enough for Rina after you saw her with Donghyuck, caressing the nape of his neck and hair and squeezing his thigh as he drove in front of her. You know it's not an idea that Donghyuck likes too much, but the anger caused by his rejection combined with the desinhibition caused by the weed has you making bad decisions.

Donghyuck has left his phone unlocked for you to be able to change the music while he's gone. So you take the opportunity to enter his text messages and look for you and Mia's names through the chats.

Multiple results from the times you have been mentioned appear instantly. Some are funny ones, some are the result of important conversations in your group chat, and others are part of the private chats between Donghyuck and some of the boys.

"Did you know Yangyang talks about you to Donghyuck?" You ask Mia with a smirk.

"Oh my god!" She rips the phone out of your hands before you can get to read what it's about. "You're not reading that out loud."

Her pupils narrow when she brings the light of the screen closer to his eyes, to read the conversations between her "best friend" and Donghyuck. You immediately think that there can't be anything wrong with it because of the smile that Mia can't contain while she scrolls down the screen.

Mia throws the phone back at you and hides her blushed face on her hands before you can make fun at her.

"What is it?" You ask laughing. “Are you ever gonna stop messing around with other boys and confess to him?”

"I think he likes me," she says now looking at you, her cheeks still red from the temperature.

"Yeah, I think so too. I think he fucks you for a reason."

"Shut up! What does it say about you?"

You laugh once more and grab the phone, making sure to touch the screen before it locks up. The first mention of your name is from a chat from tonight, in which Donghyuck asked you if you wanted him to pick you up to go to the mansion. A few more meaningless mentions in your private conversation with him here and there. Some pictures and messages that you exchange that there's no chance to reveal. Lastly, you find several mentions of you in a private chat with Jaemin, which makes you curious so you open it to read the full conversations.

"There's something off here," you tell Mia with a furrow of your brows.

A little bit of concern is shown in her voice after watching your expression. "Huh? What is it?"

"He's been talking to Jaemin… And Jaemin asked if we've fucked." You tell your friend without stopping from scrolling through Donghyuck's phone, a deeper frown taking over your face the more you read his conversations with Jaemin that involve you.

"What did Hyuck say?"

"'I fucked her so good she won't go looking for you or any other guy ever again.'" You read Donghyuck's reply to Jaemin out loud. So that means he knew about you and Jaemin all this time. "'She gets so desperate for me it makes me sick, you can't imagine how much she cums when she's riding me–"

"I think that's enough." Mia scratches the phone from your hands and blocks it to prevent you from reading any more texts. A short silence falls between the two of you before she's speaking again. "I saw them kiss at midnight."

"Who?"

"Donghyuck and Rina."

Disgust quickly takes over your face and you feel like throwing up, the hunger you felt earlier leaving your body in an instant. It's been too much in such a short period of time.

The atmosphere in the car becomes awkward once more, a heavy trap base being the only sound filling the space. You don't really want to turn to look at the backseat where Mia sits because your teary eyes would give you away. You have known her long enough to be sure she won't hesitate destroying Donghyuck's car with a bat this time if she ever sees you crying because of him, again. And once you finally have such a good and stable group of friends, you don't want to ruin it just because you wanted to get involved with one of them and it turned out wrong.

You also knew who you were messing with since the start, but you still decided to ignore everything that Hyuck is and fall into lust and believe in his promises.

"He also said he doesn't really like me."

"Now that's ridiculous." Mia lets out a scoff.

You shrug, "It's what it said. That I’m only a good fuck."

"Hyuck has been seeing you for months, and you are going to believe what a silly text message says?" You feel Mia place her torso between the two front seats to try to meet your gaze while questioning you. "You know Hyuck becomes an asshole when he's with Jaemin," she continues. "He would say whatever bullshit to try to look cool–"

"But we haven't been doing so well lately."

"He likes you," she still tries to reassure you.

"Mia, it's fine. I don't care." You cut her off, crossing your arms and sulking in the passenger's seat. That tense silence keeps falling between both of you until she decides to speak.

"You can be sad about it, you know, he was being an asshole." She tells you in a much calmer tone, placing a hand on your left shoulder.

"I said it's fine." You turn to look at her the moment Donghyuck makes it back to the car with Rina, and takes his seat behind the steering wheel, passing the bags of takeout to Mia and placing yours in the middle of the car. Your eyes never meet Mia or Rina though, falling on Donghyuck's subtle smile, and getting lost in his glazed up eyes until you decide to lie to yourself for the millionth time that night. "I don't like him anyway."

Donghyuck looks a little lost as his eyes start wondering from you to Mia after hearing that last sentence. "Who's this guy we don't like?" You only smile in return, and ask him to take you home because you are too tired and intoxicated. He's quick to comply with your request, answering in a sweet and even more intoxicating tone than every other substance you had that night. "Of course, baby."

The car ride is awfully quiet when Donghyuck drops Mia and Rina at Yangyang's and, after a weird exchange of looks between Hyuck and the boys, the two of you continue your way to your house.

The night has gone from bad to terribly bad, and you're not sure how much longer you can take. After reflecting on every conversation you had with your friends tonight, you finally decide to speak.

"I think we should quit it."

He stops the car at the door of your house and looks at you with a crooked eyebrow. "What?" The disgust is evident in the tone of his voice.

"I just–" you struggle to take the words out. You aren't sure if you should tell him how hurt it made you that he talks like that about you with his friends, without shame or respect for your privacy. You aren't sure if you can reproach him for having been with other girls when you have also done it, when he has made clear you two are nothing more than fuck buddies, and when you agreed on it. "I know we'll never be in a real relationship, but I don't think you're treating me right, okay?"

Donghyuck lets out a scoff and his hands fall off the steering wheel like dead-weight. An expression on his face that tells you he's already done with this conversation. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"That it feels like I'm a game to you? That you only want me around when your dick is in need or whatever?"

"I just spent like a hundred on food for you and your friends. Again, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"And I don't want your fucking food, okay? I don't care how much money you spend on me," you say looking at him with teary eyes at this point. "What if I just want a hug, a kiss, a little affection, huh? Just that you care for me all the time, you know?"

"Baby," Donghyuck looks for your hands and you let him intertwine your fingers over the middle of the car. "But I show you my affection all the time," he says with a sweeter tone now.

"But not in front of others," you shake your head. He squeezes your hands and his thumbs caress the back of your hands, making it even harder to contain all your emotions. "It's like you're scared of others finding out, like you're ashamed. When literally everyone knows we're seeing each other."

"We've kissed in front of others multiple times."

"Yeah, but all those times you've been drunk off your ass and high as a kite. Like I'm just a random girl for you to hook-up at parties."

Donghyuck bites his lower lip to contain a smile, and gets closer to you to speak in your ear. "What if I told you you make me nervous when I'm sober?"

"Get off, you're ridiculous."

"But you know you are the only one I really like."

That's what makes you stop fighting him to search for his eyes. You know it isn't the best option, that he always tricks you into thinking whatever he wants when he looks at you oh so sweetly, even if he makes no sense, but you are hoping to finally find the truth somehow.

"Some things tell me otherwise. Mia told me–"

"Your friends are lying to you, might be trying to fuck up what we have."

“She told me you kissed Rina.”

“I didn’t,” he says. “I swear I didn’t. Nothing happened between me and her.”

His gaze is cold and his lips a straight line devoid of emotion, while he still holds you by the arms preventing you from getting out of the car. And that sentence feels like it's enough to ruin all the good things you've been through together. He keeps lying, talking about your intimacies with his friends, ignoring your feelings, and pretending that he really cares about you.

You open the car door and get out to slam it again, pretty sure it might leave the lock damaged. Outside the temperature is very low despite the fact that it is about to dawn, the sky turning purple and slowly turning off the stars. So you rush to open the door of your house before freezing outside, but especially because you hear Donghyuck get out of the car too and call your name closer and closer, indicating that he has no intention of ending the talk yet.

4. She knows what I am, and she loves and evades what I am

"I'm staying over." He says making his way through your door, shutting it and blocking it once the two of you are inside.

"No you're not." The walk down to your room gets constantly interrupted by him trying to reach for you and stopping you from moving any more. He grabs your arms to get you to look at him, so when he finally makes you turn around and you see his face, you break down. "Fuck you, Donghyuck! I told you you're not staying."

"Yeah, I am. And I'mma fuck you silly."

"No you're fucking not."

"Gonna take all that anger out of you."

"Fuck you, asshole." You almost spit in his face trying to talk to him at his same height.

"Is that what you want?" He asks, grabbing your jaw with one hand and forcing you to keep the eye contact, the other hand placing you flush from his body. "Fuck you so good you don't even understand why you got so mad in the first place?"

Your eyes fall to his gripped teeth and to his lips, wet with spit from all the previous arguing looking more tempting than usual.

You have to admit that, if you really think about it, it didn't make much sense why you got so mad at him. He already made it clear to you that absolutely nothing happened between him and Rina or anyone else all night while you, instead, jumped to conclusions and went looking for unwarranted revenge.

Maybe you and Mia thought he was being an asshole and was making fun of you when, in reality, that isn't much like Hyuck. What if it really was just a stupid conversation between boys? What if it was his way of showing off, of presuming to Jaemin about your relationship because he felt proud of you?

Because if he supposedly gets as sick of you as he said in the text messages, then why would he decide to be with you again?

A gasp comes out from your open mouth when you feel his hand squeezing on your ass and pushing you even closer to him.

"I just want you to be honest with me." You reply in a whisper. The smile that gets over his features is wicked, and his left hand tightens his grip around your face one last time before he shoves you to the bed.

An airy laugh comes out of him. "Silly girl gets angry and if I fuck her she calms down."

He gets over you placing both hands on the sides of your head and looks into your eyes once more. But there's something different this time. His look is so soft and tender it makes you want to tear up a little. It might show, because Donghyuck pouts lightly before opening his mouth to swear to you: "You know I'd never hurt you on purpose."

It's hard to trust him. But it's also hard to believe he would dare lie to you while looking at you in the eyes that way. So you only grab his locks and pull to give him a kiss full of emotion. There's passion, there's anger, there's pain and there's so much obsession it could be mistaken for love.

His palm travels up and down from your sides, caressing and squeezing firmly, to your back under your top until he unties the straps and gets it out of the way. His fingers explore and touch all the newly exposed skin sending shivers down your spine. He kisses you back aggressively, making you pull on his hair like you know he likes and feeling him grow hard above you.

His hands start to undo the buttons of your jeans and he slides his fingers under it and over your skin, massaging your ass, grinding on you even more.

Small whimpers leave from you and mix with the sighs coming out from his mouth. You take a moment to remove your pants completely, tossing them to the side and quickly starting to get Donghyuck out of his.

When his hands move up again, he gets them under the straps of your panties and moves them down, freeing you from the fabric, parting your legs and giving your clit direct contact with his boxers.

It's always too easy when he's alone with you. He knows perfectly when to kiss you and where to touch you to make you want more of him—an expert of your body, always looking for you to have the best time.

Guilt takes over you for the second time tonight, remembering how selfish you were earlier when you went looking out for his friend, and then getting mad at him when Donghyuck has really been nothing but the sweetest when it's just the two of you.

What was the problem with keeping things private? What was your obsession with him showing you off? You never considered he’s a public figure and he might like his privacy, to keep things on the low because of his fans, the paparazzi and the media who’s never got anything nice to say about him and your friends.

When you get away from him all of a sudden, there's a remaining blush on his cheeks as his lustful but confused eyes follow you, until you get on the floor and land on your knees in between his legs. His pupils expand as you tug on his boxer, grab his semi-hard cock and lick the tip of it. As soon as you repeatedly run your tongue around it, you hear him groan deeply. Not much time passes until he is fully hard while you keep moving your hand along his dick, squeezing and passing your thumb over the tip making Donghyuck hiss, and he pushes your head down to make you wrap your mouth around him one more time.

"Fuuuck baby," he groans one more time before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you away.

You look at him with shiny eyes, your lips red and moisturized with his pre-cum. And because of the way his chest moves up and down from the heavy breathing and the look he's giving you, you think Donghyuck might come just at the sight of you.

He doesn't waste another second to attach your mouths in a desperate kiss, leading you to lay on top of the bed once again. His weight on your body maintains your back pressed against the mattress, and he makes room between your legs. You're sure he's more than ready for you, but you know he always wants to make sure you are fully ready for him. His digits tease your entry and you whine in desperation to just have him. 

"Hyuck," you can't help but cry his name.

"What?" He asks as his fingers keep going in and out of you. The feeling of his lips on yours help you momentarily stop from moaning and complaining.

When he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, you manage to speak. "Quit teasing and fuck me."

He only grins at you and you can finally feel the head of his cock replacing his fingers in your pussy. But he doesn't push in yet. Instead, his fingers coated in your juices come in contact with your lips and somehow you know what he wants.

"Did you have fun playing the angry girlfriend with me?" He comes closer and whispers in your ear as you open your mouth and suck them for him. "Silly girl. Look at you, you are so beautiful." Donghyuck talks in between wet kisses that move from your cheeks to your neck. "How could you believe what your friends say?"

A moan escapes you—whether because of his actions or his words, it doesn't matter too much, because he slams his dick into you, taking away all the air from your lungs.

The oxygen only reaches your blood again once he slightly pulls off to bottom out immediately after, setting a steady pace. You are restricted from making any sounds, as his fingers are still on your mouth while he keeps pleasuring you, obliging you to suck and bite at them because he just feels too good.

Once again, you think every doubt you ever had about him before was dumb, as there isn't a possibility he would want to make you feel this good if he didn't like you at all.

His girth is perfectly adjustable to you and quick to form a knot on the low of your stomach. It would suddenly disappear when he completely pulls out of you and grabs your hips to turn you around, making you stand on your elbows and knees. With your head down on the mattress and ass up in the air, Donghyuck doesn't waste another second and gets inside you.

His thrusts are slow and deep, way too deep. This position allows him perfectly to play with your clit and to squeeze your breasts at the same time, quickly sending you over the edge in a minute, then stopping completely, then stimulating you to the limit over again.

When he finally gets his hands off your body completely, you start to accelerate the pace on your own, fucking yourself on his dick before Donghyuck interrupts suggesting you move to straddle him.

He's quick to get himself sitting with his back against the bed frame, then dragging you to sit comfortably on top of him. Hyuck rubs the head of his dick back and forth between your folds, reaching your clit repeatedly and spreading your wetness all over him, making you whine in the process.

"Hyuck, please." You are a panting mess on top of him, moving yourself to keep the friction stimulating you and sighing dreamily. 

He lets you grind and stimulate your clit through his length for a bit, taking his shirt off in the process and going back to massaging your boobs. You whimper when he manages to sink you down on him without a warning, which makes you fall forward and rest the side of your head on his chest, your ear right above where his heart should be.

His arms embrace your body and press you against his chest that is warm, allowing you to hear the rhythm of his heart, slow and controlled, like you could find all the right answers by just listening to it.

"I would make love to you," he whispers, "but you made me mad with your little scene."

"Hyuck, don't be like that." Your eyes fall shut trying to hold back the tears, when at the same time you desperately want to see his satisfied smile hearing you cry and moan his name as he rolls his hips, stretching your walls again and again without having started to move back and forth again. "Hyuck, fucking move!" You ask desperately, sitting and trying to bounce on him but his hands on your waist keep you in place, glued to his torturing hips.

A strong smack on your right ass cheek makes another filthy sound escape from your lips right before you hear his voice. "Talk to me nicely," he warned.

"Do that again." 

Your plea makes him smile and move your ass up a bit to give you the first thrust after a while. His palm violently comes in contact with your cheek one more time and you fall even forward, hiding your face on his neck and whispering all the praises you could think of in his ear.

"That's it," he says as he continues hitting all the right spots inside you.

When his hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit you can't contain yourself anymore and fully sit on top of him to take a little bit of control, riding him while you chase your orgasm.

Even when you start begging for it over and over, he doesn't say a thing at your tireless plea. He knows you are once again at the verge of it by the way your inner walls clench around him. Instead, he keeps stimulating your clit while squeezing and sucking your boobs. Sitting in the middle of his bed with his dick buried inside you, he makes you work for it until you are coming all over him.

You keep moving, supporting yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck and riding out your orgasm until you feel the cold air hit your nipples, wet with the warmth of Hyuck's mouth before he was moaning out his own orgasm.

"Love you," he places a kiss at the top of your head, and caresses you gently along your back down to your thighs. "You're so, so beautiful."

You open your eyes and take a look at your surroundings while still hiding your face on Donghyuck's neck. Things look blurry and you feel a little dizzy. You're breathing heavily, but not only because of the amazing angry-make up sex you two just had. You're coming back to your senses, and your chest hurts and your eyes sting from holding on the tears; it's everything that happened this night taking over you all at once.

A sip from your nose is what gives you away and makes Donghyuck laugh.

"Aw, baby," he says with a squeeze on your asscheek. "Fucked you so good I got you crying?" Donghyuck takes your face in his hands and forces you to look into his eyes. His thumbs wipe away the thick tears that fall down your cheeks with care, and he kisses the pout on your lips over and over again, until they form a straight line. "Shh, it's okay baby. I know you didn't mean to get mad at me."

You shake your head and open your mouth, determined to speak, to tell him that things can no longer work like this, but you are interrupted by his lips and his hands making you start to move again on his dick, still buried deep inside you.

"I love you," he repeats in between kisses, and you moan. "I love you. Happy New Year."

And this time you shake your head in agreement, up and down in the same way that Donghyuck starts to move your body on him, hoping he would just shut up and stop lying for once. But you try to convince yourself that if you do it all again, that if you choose to keep seeing him, there will be just lust. No playing games, no believing in promises, no loving him, but lust. Because you can't let him go just like that.

Happy holidays everyone! If you liked this fic, please let me know. Feedback is always appreciated.

[the-faceless-bride]

It was 'just a prank'

<-Part 1

It was a long long struggle; Josh being put into a Mental hospital, being given medication that he would insist didn't work and no one listening, him crying to you about how helpless he felt.

You wanted to help him, more than anything you did.

Hearing his whine and whimper in his sleep as he clung to you, how he always woke up with a sob and placed his head right into the crook of your neck as he mumbled to himself, you listened kissing his forehead and giving him words of reassurance.

He never kept secrets from you, you are the one he tells everything!

About how he doesn't like his meds and sometimes refused to take them, about how he can still hear and see his sister and how they taunt him, about how he hated the feeling of not only his parents not wanting to deal with him in such a state they just wanted to send him off and Pump him full of drugs that don't work just to shut him up for a few hours, about how he was... Angry that all his friends just... Abandoned him... It's not that he wanted to see them but it bugged him that they never even bother to check-in. Especially Sam and Chris, he wasn't really mad at them.

He was a bit bitter that Sam didn't just stay at the door and wait to stop Hanna before she went in, and how Chris challenged him to that stupid drinking game... But then again he didn't know, he couldn't have known... And the fact it still pissed Josh off made him feel worse.

He wasn't a good brother...

He wasn't a good son...

He wasn't a good friend...

He wasn't a good person...

It had almost been a year now, and you and Josh only continued to get closer.

Instead of just going straight to bed to prepare for his night terrors; you both stayed up facing each other, talking about anything and everything sometimes you would make Josh smile, it was small... But it was a start.

In the mornings you would both wake up tangled in each other's limbs, but instead of you both awkwardly scrambling to detangle yourself as you used to at first, you now just laid with one another, not saying a word laying there, occasionally looking into the eyes of each other and not looking away.

It was a cold night, winter was coming.

The wind blew harshly on the old Washington home, you and Josh were sitting under the large fuzzy covers of his warm, soft bed; huddled close watching silly cartoons.

He needed a break from horror...

The only light in the room coming from the tv and the small bedside lamp, your arms wrapped around each other added to the warmth and you both were content.

Well, at least you were until Josh's phone lit up with a notifying 'DING!'

He reached for his phone without looking away from the scene on the tv screen, he unlocked his phone his eyes lingered on his phone.

But what got your attention was a little sniffle, when you looked up at him his eyebrows were stitched together and he was biting his quivering lower lip.

"Josh? What's wrong?" You ask him, your voice softer and in a high pitch than normal.

You sat up, pulling him close and letting his head rest on your chest. Josh tries to take a deep breath to keep himself together... He was doing so well...

"I just... I don't know what they want from me. I'm better now. I am! It's almost the anniversary, and they were my family too... Why-" his voice cracked, he couldn't hold in his tears anymore.

You hushed his sobs, "it's ok Josh, it's ok to be upset. It's ok to not be ok Josh." You whisper to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He looked up at you, his beautiful eyes looking from yours and then down to your lips before they flicker back up again.

You both lean a bit closer

"I don't know what I would do without you..." Josh whispered,

You smiled, and let him move in closer.

You both share a soft kiss, your fingers running over the small curly hairs at the base of his neck.

His phone buzzed again, but neither of you bothered to care; you just remained lost in each other, both in each other's world.

You both felt like you were made for each other...

You helped him, you cared for him, you loved him.

He needed your help, he want to take care of you, he was madly in love with you.

Attached to you.

You were going to help him, he was going to take care of you, you were going to help each other with everything and anything...

No matter what it was.

Josh walked back into the large living room, it was off for you to be sitting in the lodge again.

After staying with Josh in his home going back to the lodge for the anniversary of his sisters.

He sat on the large bouncy couch right next to you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him.

Now officially using the labels of 'partners' he was much more open to touching, and he wasn't going to cut down when the others came.

Josh has been talking about inviting the old friend group back, while it took some convincing on Josh's part but he had convinced you fully.

He was so smart.

After some small talk, cuddling, and a small make-out session. You pulled apart to greet the group that was currently freezing outside.

You talk with Sam and Ashley as Josh Left with Chirs, after a few minutes later Chris opened the front door and a small critter runs out shortly after making you jump before laughing.

You all start to go inside, Josh comes up behind you using his knuckles to lightly push into your sides making you squirm at the tingly feeling.

"The little critter scare ya, babe?" He laughs as he rushes to put his hands on you and pull you back so you couldn't run from his tickles.

But your moment was ruined, Mike and Jessica running in yelling about party people or something.

"So, uhh- you guys are like... A thing now?" Ashley asked as she looked to the others, they all looked confused.

Jess and Mike looked slightly confused as to what Ashley was talking about as they both thought it would be obvious they were, but when they followed Ashley and the group's eyes they landed on Josh.

"Together? Josh? Please, he's a hookup guy." Mike says, assuming they were asking if he was in a relationship.

Not noticing you had moved behind Josh, you didn't know them too well. But you don't think they would be so happy to see you after how you left off on a not-so-good note with those two and Emily, speaking of where was she?

"Actually, I've officially taken myself off the market. " josh says making Jess raise a brow.

"Oh yeah?"

"Up! In a happy relationship actually, if I knew it was this great I would've tied myself down sooner!" Josh jokes turning around placing a hand on the side of your head, brushing some of your hair with his thump, and smiling at you.

The rest of the group seemed split on how to feel. Some were happy for Josh! Happy to see him be better and to find someone who accepts him and doesn't judge him.

Some felt uncomfortable, thinking that even though he may seem alright. They don't think he should be in a relationship right now... Especially with someone who was there that night...

And a couple didn't like the idea at all, great. Not only does Josh most likely still pissed at them and now he is with Hanna's best friend who was most likely still pissed and now they were both gonna cause issues.

But you and Josh didn't bother or mind any of the others, he just took your hand and took you towards the fireplace and tried getting a fire going.

"Oh my God. That is so gross. Are you trying to swallow his face whole?" And there was Emily.

And then the fighting started and it got louder, more aggressive, and only got worse when Matt tried to step in and it clearly didn't work...

Josh was getting upset at the fighting as this is not how he wanted this night to go... But what really made him put his foot down was seeing you start to get anxious with the two girls.

He knew that look in your eyes, you always helped him. Now he was gonna start helping you.

"STOP IT! this is not why I asked you all back up here!"

Josh had shut down the fight and sent Jess and Mike to the guest cabin before turning back to you.

Holding you close like you always did to him, whispering reassurances as he kissed the top of your head.

It was gonna be a long night...

Part 3 ->

[anonymityisfunwriter]

What are some moments with sunshine, Bucky, and nick fury? Like when fury found out about them, he seeing some pda? And/Or what about sunshine and nick? Like it was nick’s birthday and sunshine gave him a present and cake.

So...

I want to preface this with usually these things are very planned out. Like intricately planned out. There's an entire Google Doc of my babbling ideas.

Every time I think there isn't going to be more to explore, you guys flip another stone and boom, a dozen more ideas just like that. So thank you so much for sharing!

This is very off the cuff, and I may or may not explore this more, but this scene played out in my head and I thought it was funny, so... Here you go!

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"No," Sam hisses into the phone, turned away from the conference room table as more of your team-mates filter into the conference room. "I'm not covering for you again. Fury's gonna be here today so you both need to get your asses here."

"Please?" you plead. "We're already in the city. We won't even make it back in time. Please?"

"No!"

"Please, please, please?" you implore.

"No. No-"

"Okay, thank you so much, Sam. Love you! Bye!"

"I-" Sam starts, only to be cut off by the little beep of a dead line. He angrily exhales at the dark phone screen. "Damn it."

Clint chuckles at Sam's expression. "They're not coming, are they?"

"No," Sam huffs. "They're not."

"Have fun explaining that to Fury," Clint snickers.

"Do not make this worse for me," Sam warns, already dreading telling Nick Fury that half the team hadn't even shown up for this meeting.

But he, the responsible Avenger that showed up prepared and 15 minutes early, was now going to have to answer for his truant teammates.

"Come on," Clint guffaws. "Doesn't matter what I say. Fury's got massive blindspots when it comes to anything about his golden child. "

"Do not make this meeting any worse for me, Clint," Sam pointedly repeats.

Clint continues, brushing off Sam's comment with another teasing remark. "You're telling me that he doesn't? The man is the literal director of SHIELD. He knows what happens in this Compound before the thought even occurs to anyone, and he hasn't figured out that his golden child has now moved in with Bucky?"

"Don't start," Sam sighs, not meeting Clint's probing gaze.

Clint knowingly gasps, his new realization lighting up his entire face. "Oh my God, he doesn't even know they're together, does he?"

Sam falters for a moment, silently cursing both you and Bucky for what he was going to have to put up with today. "But that's none of our business and we most certainly aren't going to say anything about it before they can!"

"But they're not here now, are they?" Clint challenges, a mischievous grin firmly planted on his face. "This is gonna be an amazing meeting. I can feel it already."

Sam leans over the table, planting both his hand on either side of him. "Please, Clint. I beg you to keep your mouth shut."

Clint shrugs, nonchalantly settling back in his chair. "You're just lucky Steve's not here. He'd fold the second Nick asked where they are."

"Where who is?" Nick questions, striding into the room.

"Um... it looks like a few of our fellow teammates will not be here today," Sam reluctantly informs, once again, silently cursing you and Bucky for making him cover for the two of you. Again. "They send their regards."

It wasn't that Sam was scared of Nick Fury, but he definitely didn't like the grimace already forming on Fury's face before he's even spoken.

And the thing was, Sam already knew that Nick Fury had an undeniable soft spot reserved for you. That soft spot undoubtedly came with perks, but that also meant Fury was very protective over you. Nick Fury being Nick Fury would never truly admit it, but he cared immensely about you.

Sam didn't really think you were deliberately hiding your relationship from Nick, you didn't see Nick very often and when you did it was usually in passing. One thing Sam did know, is that today of all days, in a meeting about an extremely important upcoming mission, and from Clint of all people, would be a terrible way to break that news to Nick Fury.

Nick opens his mouth to speak, but Sam cuts him off, quickly adding, "But I will relay any and all information to them."

"You could probably just tell Bucky, they're very close these days," Clint teases, using his hand to cover his suggestive smirk.

Sam isn't sure whether Clint's insinuation really does just go over Nick's head or if he's just choosing to ignore Clint, but Nick turns back to Sam with a frown. "And why isn't the entire team present?"

"Steve and Natasha believe they found a new lead in their assignment, so they are currently leading a recon mission. They'll be back later today," Sam informs, avoiding the subject of you and Bucky.

"And?" Clint prompts, a wicked grin on his face that tells Sam that he's enjoying the torment he's causing far too much to stop.

Sam clears his throat, biting back the obscenities he desperately wants to hurl at Clint. Sam gestures to the two glaringly open seats where you and Bucky both usually sit, "And they have both decided to take a personal day."

"At the same time?" Clint muses. "Isn't that strange?"

Sam sucks in an angry breath, sharply kicking Clint's shin underneath the table.

Nick cuts Clint off with the wave of his hand. "What she, or any of the other team for that matter, does on their off time is none of my concern."

"More like who."

"Clint," Sam sharply admonishes.

And with Clint's little snide comment, it all suddenly clicks into place for Fury, the realization hitting him like a truck. "Motherfu-"

Fury Finds Out (Part 2)

Grumpy Sunshine Series Grumpy Sunshine Drabbles

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Detour

Summary: After a nasty run-in with the press, the Daltons spend the day at the twins' soccer tournament; however, fate has a plan of its own.

Word Count: ~1475

Warnings: adult themes; light angst; brief language

A/N: I completely forgot about this fic until we went through our WIPs last week, and I honestly can't remember why I never posted this! I haven't written/released anything TNA in a long time, so this feels good! @sfb123 thank you for helping me with the finishing touches! And @charlotteg234 and @kat-tia801, do y'all even remember this fic? Y'all pre-read it for me last year! lol So ... THANKS! All spelling and grammar mistakes are my own, so please forgive me. All characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry!

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Frantically packing the stack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along with the freshly diced carrot sticks, she quickly taps on her phone for the time--and to see if Sam was leaving the office anytime soon.  “Mickey! Mason!” She calls out through the penthouse. “We’re going to be late for the first heat of your tournament--”

“Mommy?”

Nearly tripping over her youngest son Matthew, the expectant mom stops to admire the three-year-old’s latest playdough creation. “That looks so good, Matty!" She croons, rubbing his back. "Now put that away for Mommy and wash your hands.”

Her phone begins to ring, jolting her with excitement that maybe her husband was finally tearing away from work. Unfortunately, the name on the screen makes her face drop.  “Michael Weston! Mason Warner! Let’s go--” She hits the green button to answer the call with a sardonic, syrupy-sweet voice. “Hi, Vivian, have you left yet?”

“Yes, dear. We should be at the fields--” she begins talking to someone else in the car,“--less than an hour.”

“Sounds perfect--”

“Sam mentioned you may need some help--” the mother-in-law interrupts. “I can have Mason stop by and--”

“No!” She accidentally shouts, but quickly corrects herself. “I mean, no, ma’am. Thank you for the generous offer, but… no.” The mention of her father-in-law makes her stomach uneasy, especially after her husband’s confession that Mason offered Sam the company in exchange for a divorce from her. “We’ll see you two at the soccer fields.”

With a sigh of relief, she hangs up the phone before gathering her picnic basket and beach tote. As she prepares to call for her eight-year-old twins one more time, they suddenly barrel into the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mom,” Mason sweetly apologizes, grabbing a camping chair. “I had a knot in my cleat.”

“But, we got it out,” Mickey proudly chimes in, sliding a Nike knapsack on his back.

“Okay, perfect,” she smiles brightly, guiding all the boys towards the elevator doors. “Mouthguards?”

“Check,” Mickey chuckles.

“Water bottles?”

Mickey takes an obnoxious swig from his chilled water as Mason answers. “Yes, Mom, we’ve got everything.”

She kisses the tops of their heads, ruffling through their soft chestnut waves with her fingers. “You two are growing up too fast. Soon, you won’t even need me--”

“That’s not true,” Mason pipes up.

“Mom, we will always need you,” Mickey wraps an arm around his mom’s shoulder. “Besides,” he lowers his voice, “Dad’s cooking is pretty awful in comparison.” 

As they all share a chuckle, they head down to their private car, escorted by building security and Carter, their personal driver. But, the moment the family exited the building, they are blinded by flashes of light from shutterbugs and reporters with microphones. 

“Mom, I’m scared!” Matthew cries as she hoists him onto her hip, the men taking her bags and folding chairs. She grips tightly to the older boys, shuffling them quickly into the car.

“Mrs. Dalton! Mrs. Dalton! Over here!"

“Damnit,” she scoffs to herself, buckling up the boys. “It’s okay, guys. Don’t look out the window--” she is quickly interrupted by the brush of a hand on her backside.  She abruptly swings around, her open hand colliding with a reporter's cheek.

"Fuck!" He grips his face. "You're gonna be sorry for that, princess--"

"You assaulted me, asshole--" she swivels around, ensuring their belongings are tucked away before she steps into the vehicle.

"Oh! Such a picture of Dalton perfection!" He spits at her. "Such a great example for your kids. Are you sure you can handle one more?"

As she carefully climbs into the sedan, she holds her arm out the window, her middle finger extended as they finally drive off down the street.

"You okay, Mom?" Mason quietly breaks the tension inside the cab.

Offering a cordial smile, she combs a few tresses behind his ear, stroking his cheeks with her thumb. "I should be asking you that," she titters into a sigh. She squeezes Mickey's knee endearingly. "Never, ever forget how much I love you boys--" 

"And baby Maggie!" Matthew shouts proudly, placing his chubby hands on his mother's growing bump. 

She hugs her arm around Matthew before leaning back. "That's right, Bubba," she slowly exhales in relief. "And Maggie, too." She closes her eyes, relishing the innocence of her boys' chatter. As they draw closer to the soccer fields and closer to her in-laws, a pit grows in her stomach, knowing that her short dealings with the paparazzi will cost her.

Once at the soccer fields, the boys are registered with their team for the day-long tournament.  Together, they set up a tent with their fold-out camping chairs and picnic blankets.  Sunscreen and bug repellant are carefully applied to each of the boys. As their mother sends them out into their first game, she lays down Matthew with a juice box, hoping that he will rest in order to survive the day without any meltdowns.  

She picks up her phone, but of course, there are no alerts from her husband. Putting her phone facedown, she readjusts her short bob into a messy bun before reapplying her Chanel sunglasses. As she begins to sip on an apple juice, a shadow is cast over her body.

“You flicked them off?”

She smirks to herself as she continues to watch the game.

“Baby,” Sam steps behind her chair, pressing his lips into her temple, “did you seriously--?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbles.

“Well, my folks want to talk about it,” he sits down on the blanket next to his resting son, letting out a deep sigh. “Again.”

She pushes her sunglasses onto her head. “What was I supposed to do, baby--?”

“You don’t do anything--you don’t say anything!” He rubs his hands down his face. “Is it that hard for you just to keep your mouth shut?”

“Samuel! He touched me--that’s assault!”

“Are you sure you didn’t--?”

“Of course,” she throws up her hands, interrupting her husband. “It’s my fault.” She stands up, adjusting her sunglasses on her face. “Stop pinning this on me.”

As she begins to take off to get some fresh air, Sam quickly stands up, grabbing her wrist to pull her back to himself. He wraps his strong, comforting arms around her, rocking her back and forth. “Baby, talk to me,” he whispers against her ear.

“I don’t think you know what it’s like to always be under fire with these guys--”

“Um, hello? They are trying to slander my name--”

“--by insulting my character, Sam! By insulting what I’m wearing, what I’m eating, what I feed the boys,” she wipes away a wayward tear. “They took a cheap shot at me today, questioning my capabilities as a mother--”

“Their opinion shouldn’t matter. They don’t even know you.”

“I know, but your parents--”

“Baby,” he silences her, giving her a crooked smile, “they don’t know the real you. The way I know you.” 

“They seem to only care about the press--”

“I know, I know.” He tightens his embrace around his wife, pressing his lips against her forehead. “It’s business. It’s the image of the business. And it’s not fair.” He pulls off her sunglasses, dabbing at her wet eyes. “But I know you are remarkable,” he kisses the tip of her nose, making her wince into a smile. “And you’re the only one who can take my breath away--”

“Heads up!”

Suddenly, a soccer ball flies over the young Daltons’ heads, quickly heading towards a duck pond. Sam takes off, chasing after the ball, hoping to stop it before it hits the water. But, luckily, someone else is there to stop it for him.

“Oh, God, thank you so--” he freezes as a young, petite woman with stormy blue eyes and long almond waves steps forward, offering him the soccer ball.

“Mr. Dalton?”

“Yeah, um,” he clears his throat, shaking the shocked look from his face. “I’m sorry, um,” he titters awkwardly, “do I know you?”

“Oh!” She giggles, offering a bright smile. “I know it must be hard keeping up with all of your employees.  My name is Brynn. Brynn Schuyler. I work in your laboratory department--”

“With Evan, right!” He blushes, running his fingers through his hair. “Well, it’s wonderful meeting another beautiful face– I mean, face… um, I mean, meeting another  employee from Dalton--”

“Sam?” The all-too-familiar voice of his wife startles him from behind as she gently caresses his lower back. Sam quickly pulls her forward, draping his arm around her shoulders. Though she smiles kindly, her chocolate brown eyes narrow in on the young coed.

“Oh, this is Brynn,” he nervously gestures for the women to meet with a chuckle, “Brynn Schuyler from the lab. And this is my... um, this is…”

“Addison.” Mrs. Dalton raises an irritated eyebrow, sticking out her hand for a cordial hand-shake. “His wife.”

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A/N 2: If you're new here, hi! Just in case you are wondering what just happened, my MC's name is Brynn Schuyler, and I decided to write this one-shot kinda like a "what if" type situation... what if the subway accident never happened? Were Sam and Brynn still destined to meet? Here's how it might've happened...

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Home

Pairing : sam kiszka x reader

Warnings: none it’s fluffy cute cuddly-ness

Word count : 800

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It’s been a week since sam came home from tour, everything was starting to fall back together perfectly the way it was before he left. Kisses were shared every morning and every night, blankets were cozier, food was better, movies were more thrilling, everything was absolutely perfect.

It was always little moments that stood out the most with Sam, like the way he reaches for you in the middle of the night to make sure you didn’t leave. Or when he sneaks up behind you when you’re making dinner just to hold you close for a moment, always lightly swaying whenever he held you.

Being with Sam was like basking in the sun after a storm and taking in all the beauty of the dew hanging on silver cobwebs. It was like finding the perfect blanket, one that covered you’re body like a cloak of warmth. There’s so many things to compare him to but in every sense of the word Sam was home.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, typical for Michigan weather in December. It was nice to look up from the movie every once in a while and see everything covered in perfect sheet of white snow, a few inches thicker at every glance.

It was even better to be tucked into sams side as you binged your favorite series twilight. You and Sam had watched the series over so many times that you could nearly recite each line word for word. That still didn’t stop sams snarky remarks at everything he found stupid about the plot.

“Why is this sixteen year old so fucking big?”

“He’s a wolf honey”

“I know that but god, I didn’t look like that at sixteen”

“I am well aware of that hun”

It was like clockwork to just reply to sams ranting, and you usually found yourself agreeing with his remarks despite not knowing what he said. He was grinning happily into your hair, knowing you weren’t truly listening to what he was saying but he appreciated the gesture of a Simple answer. Then It was sams turn to notice the heavy falling snow as he hadn’t even taken a glance to see how hard it was falling

“I think we’re gonna be snowed in”

He spoke softly into your hair as he watched the window and the swirling of snowflakes the stuck to the cold glass. You tore your attention away from the screen to see even more snow than the last time you looked.

“God you’re right, we’re totally not prepared for this weather”

“I’m always right”

You could feel his grin growing as he pressed a kiss to your scalp, rubbing his hands up your side. You loved his cockiness even if it did get annoying sometimes.

While you were still focused on the window Sam pulled himself out of your grasp and quickly walked off to the kitchen without a word. You gasped at the sudden rush of cold air that took up his spot, then tucked yourself deeper in the blanket you two had shared.

It wasn’t uncommon for Sam to just walk off, you were certain He had some sort of adhd but didn’t bring it up in the case of offending him, so you kept it in the back of your mind. You heard the opening and shutting of cabinets, clinking of glasses, and the fridge opening. You couldn’t even come up with an idea of what he was doing so you stared at the tv, barely listening and more focused on what sam was doing, waiting for him to maybe say anything to hint at what he was doing. But there was only silence.

You had fallen deeply back into the movie before same slowly walked in with a grin on his face and two mugs in his hand

“I thought we could use some hot cocoa to go with the wicked weather outside, I may or may not have spiked it”

He handed you your cup with a wink and the huge grin creeping back on his lips. It didn’t take long for him to get back into his spot and to tangle his limbs with yours again. There were butterflies in your stomach cause this is definitely what home felt like. You took a sip of the hot drink and coughed at the amount of alcohol in it

“Babe, you spiked this? Are you sure there’s even hot cocoa in it?”

Im you laughed and took another sip, almost cringing at the flavor. Sam laughed as he sipped his own cocoa and reached for your cup.

“I definitely mixed them up in the kitchen, yours is not supposed to taste like that, I promise I barely spiked yours”

After the drinks were turned around they were a lot more enjoyable to you both as you continued to watch the ending of eclipse.

Hours passed, your hot cocoa was cold and you finally reached the end of the final movie, Sam was focused heavily on the plot and you were drifting off on his chest. He poked you ever so often to make sure you were at least listening to the movies you picked. But as Sam got wrapped into the final fight scene you were out like a light, so he smiled and kissed your head, allowing you to sleep.

Your were definitely his home too