#and of course matt and y/n being sappy!!

[iluvmatt]

chapter ten, boyfriend, girlfriend? taglist: @taking-a-footnote-in-your-life​, @lostwonderwall​, @lomlolivia​, ​@sturniolomads, @kylespencersvocalcords, @stxrniqlo, @sophialimass, @loonielol, @siriusfahey, @getbillzoned, @kjd55, @ceceswriting​, @dancingintheedark​, @yoongoboongo, reach out to be added :-)

new plans, matt sturniolo smau synopsis: coming home for the holidays has its perks; you get to see your childhood best friends again, you get to spend the holidays with the people you’ve always loved, and the list goes on. of course, it also had its cons— you have to face your best friend, matt, the one that you’re madly in love with and have been in love with since you were merely thirteen. little do you know, though, that he’s dealing with the same mixed emotions of you and the holidays; biting his nails as he waits for you to knock on his front door.

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[all4ston3]

my perfect girl

summary; you’re having a bad body image day, and matt comforts you

cw!!; talk of bad body image, not liking yourself, matt praises you, kissing

774 words, 5 min read time

note!! ;; this might suck so beware,, but i guess i wrote this as a way to comfort myself. im battling with an ed at the moment and my body image has really deteriorated, and i’ve been wanting comfort for a long time, but i have nobody to provide such comfort, especially so intimately. so thank god for writing. if anyone else id struggling with body image, you’re perfect the way you are. i know its cheesy but we’re just human. ur body is so uniquely your own, and that’s what makes it perfect. sorry for getting all sappy but dealing with this type of shit sucks ASS and i hate that other people have to deal with it 2.

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you were upset with yourself. you were having one of many bad body images days, where you wish you could just change your body to how you see fit. it was late, around 10:24pm. matt was at the south park studios, and you didn’t expect him to come home until around 5 in the morning. he texted you a few times that day, informing you on how “it was just one of those days,” and how they couldn’t come up with any ideas.

you were imperfect. of course you knew everybody was imperfect, but you thought you had too many imperfections. especially compared to your sweet, compassionate, tall, handsome, your perfect boyfriend. you found yourself staring in the bathroom mirror after finishing your night time routine. the longer you stared, the bigger the lump in your throat got.

you didn’t like your body, not one bit. you let the feeling build up, trying to battle it in your head. you burst into tears eventually, still staring into the mirror while feeling your body with your hands, feeling all of those imperfections and thinking of all the things you could do to quickly fix it. how to make yourself more loveable, more desirable for your boyfriend, who you thought deserved better.

you decided to just go to sleep, not wanting to be awake to think about your body anymore. you got comfortable in bed, reaching over and turning the lamp off.

you couldn’t fall asleep, your brain plaguing you with negative thoughts. you cried, constantly wiping your tears and sniffling. your bedroom door opened after 20 minutes and you froze. matt came home early and you hadn’t noticed. you hadn’t heard the front door of your apartment shut. you didn’t want matt to see you crying, quickly wiping your tears off of your face. matt never saw you cry before, you didn’t want this to be the first encounter either.

you felt the side of your bed dip as matt sat down, and a hand caress your side as he sighed, surely exhausted from working. you unintentionally sniffled again, and the hand froze. “y/n? baby? are you okay?” the sweet voice of your boyfriend broke the silence. his voice was a sigh of relief for you, the soft, low voice that you love. you sighed and rolled over to face him, your eyes still puffy from crying.

“oh, my poor baby, what’s the matter?” he was quick to pull you up and to hug you, gently rocking you back and forth. matt knew something was off the moment he entered the bedroom. he felt the negativity radiate off your body and it hurt him. he wanted nothing more than his woman to be happy. “matt, i’m not good enough for you.. you deserve someone prettier than me. you deserve somebody with a perfect body, someone that is perfect in every way. that’s what you deserve.” you spoke into his chest, new tears prickling at your eyes. you loved being held by him, you loved his smell, how secure you felt in his arms.

he immediately pulled you back by your shoulders, the light from the hallway illuminating his face. he looked genuinely offended before scoffing and shaking his head. he was hurt his pretty girl was feeling that way. matt thought you were the most gorgeous, sexy, and lovely girl. you were his charming girl. matt squeezed your shoulders, “what on earth are you talking about, y/n? are you kidding me? when i tell you that i love you, i mean i love every single part of you. from your mind, to your pretty face, your body.. every part. you’re fucking perfect for me. you were born to be with me. it’s okay to be insecure, i am too, but to think you don’t deserve me? that’s fucking outrageous, baby.. your body turns me on so much, to me you have a perfect fucking body.”

you stared at matt. you couldn’t believe this handsome man was saying those things about you. you were absolutely flattered, grabbing his arms so you felt closer to him. he was still rambling on about his love for your beauty, and how he couldn’t imagine a person more perfect than you.

you felt loved. you felt secure. you felt pretty, even. you leaned forward and kissed matt, quick to wrap your arms around his neck. matt grabbed your waist, gently rubbing your sides before hugging you. matt didn’t let you pull away from the kiss for a few minutes. he wanted you to know just how much you meant to him. how pretty you are to him. that you’re perfect.

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be�� Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

[hangezoeenthusiast]

The Little Things

gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

person: wilbur soot

summary: there was three things that you and wilbur did together

word count: 848

you were obviously dating wilbur soot, living in the same house as him, in the same bed, all that lovey dovey shit, so there was little things that you and he did together

1. share stuff(mostly clothing) with wilbur

like shirts and sweaters, oh how he loved to see you in his stuff

you looked SO GOOD, LIKE DAMN YOU GO BESTIE

he would feel so shy, seeing you in his sweater that was too big for you

"love, you should wear my stuff more often, it looks great on you."

he secretly simps for you when you walk in the room

oh how good they look, he would think EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. you would even be in a close proximity of him (im listening to wilbur's music rn while making this, pog)

his mind constantly would be, y/n, y/n, y/n, what are they doing, i wanna cuddle with them, where are they, etc.

you would get flustered when he would complement you on your fit

"ohh, you look absolutely in those pants."

"omg, you look great in that sweater."

"why don't you wear that more, your beauty has enhanced even more." (this might sound like shit, but he means you are already beautiful before and after, 10/10 before and 10/10 after)

with him, he would wear your beanies and other stuff that you crocheted, but it would be mostly beanies

like you would make them for him CONSTANTLY since he's such a huge fucking simp for you

"what'cha making love, oh a beanie?" he would secretly scream in his head YES, YES, YES, YES

"love, when are you going to finish the beanie, i wanna show chat," he would pout

"can you wait like 5 more minutes, i'm almost done."

"thanks darling." he would leave, leaving a peck on your cheek

when you finished, you went back to him, sneaked behind him, and put the beanie on his head

"oh shit, you scared me love, did you finish?"

you would nod, and then he would take off the beanie and put it close to the camera

"you see chat, they are SOO good at crocheting."

chat would definitely spam y/n pog

you would make other stuff, like sweaters, winter hats, scarfs, mittens, etc.

he would flaunt them out in public SO MUCH it gives headaches

he would do anything to give you the attention you deserve

you get the idea

2. cooking

cooking with wilbur was REALLY CHAOTIC

like, he couldn't cook a goddamn thing in his life except frozen pizzas, AND THAT DOESN'T EVEN COUNT AS COOKING

so you being the awesome chef you were ;), you obviously had to help your poor boyfriend with cooking

"wilbur, that's salt, not sugar."

"wilby, noo, not 405 degrees, 375 degrees."

he would be so clueless you would probably have to guide him with everything

but when you both make it together, it tastes DELICIOUS

LIKE DAMN, IT WAS A WHOLE COOKED MEAL COURSE (like you ;), jk, don't wanna make you uncomfy)

because of your wonderful cooking skills, it kinda passed onto wilbur

so in the morning, he would make you your favorite meal

"thanks wilby, you're finally catching on."

3. music

and the last thing you would share would be music

you both have your own playlist that you share, filled with his music, one direction, yungblud, halsey, and others (i dont know why, but im seriously addicted to mysoginistic songs, like it brings the BOY out of me that i don't want to unleash, like for example everywhere i go by hollywood undead and she's so nice by pink guy, also my axe by insane clown posse)

you would also have a romantic playlist for dancing

*casually plays as the world caves in by matt maltese*(but seriously, it's a great song, i suggest you listen to it)

music would even go onto him trying to teach you how to play internet ruined me

"it's not that key, it's THAT key."

"y/n WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU ARE BUTCHERING MY SONG."

"sorry wilby 😣 "

he would apologize so much after you said sorry, hugging you and shit, thinking that you were actually sad (TOO BAD BITCH, I AIN'T NO SYMPATHETIC /j)

hahahah, also prepare for him to pop quiz you on random stuff that is significant in your relationship, yaknow, to make sure you love him, JK JK, he's just a bored, lonely boiii

"y/n what was the day we met?""ummm, i believe may 7?""NOO YOU GOT IT WRONG"

you would run away from him, knowing that he becomes full on psycho /j

"COME BACK HERE Y/N, I WANNA GIVE YOU A PRESENT."

so ending that on a crazy note, you do sincererly love wilbur and he with you

you would go miles and miles to be with him

i hate how sappy i got there, but i gotta feed the mcyt/dream smp fans with some fluff, yaknow, to even out the angst and smut/nsfw honestly, i need someone who would be like this

[goldentournesol]

Christmas Miracles

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer and Reader finally get pregnant after 2 years of trying and failing.

Length: 3.2k

A/N: TW pregnancy, thank you for requesting this anon, so sorry this is late, i know you asked for fluff but i added a touch of angst too because: hello, have you met me? also please accept my feeble attempt at a Christmas fic. i sure do hope no one goes through my search history now haha, anyway ENJOY! (sorry if this is crappy) It is officially Christmas where I live so MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!

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The click clack of her heels against the tiled floor of the hospital almost seemed too loud. She felt as though her presence was too much, but she had promised Kristy she’d be there. It almost felt unreal. Here she was, celebrating the birth of yet another Simmons baby when not a single Reid had been conceived. It might have been selfish of her to have such thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. Not when the one thing she and her husband had been praying for day and night came so easily to everyone but them.

It’s been two years since their wedding and for two years she’d felt nothing but the impending feeling of failure hanging around her shoulders. All she wanted was to give Spencer what he deserved, she knew how much he wanted kids. He didn’t even have to say it, it was evident in the way he treated Henry, Michael, and all the other children of the BAU. 

She’d left her job as soon as Spencer texted her and said she’d meet them at the hospital. She took a deep breath before locating the familiar faces of the BAU in the waiting room.

“Hey!” JJ smiled, racing to hug her first.

“Hi, any news?” Y/N asked, pulling away from the hug and looking for her husband among the faces, smiling in recognition. She spotted him in a chair, adorning a hoodie that was much too large for him with “Washington DC” printed in bold letters across the front.

“No, not yet.” Spencer reached his hand out to her and she stepped towards him, smiling as he stood to embrace her. She pulled back once again and looked at his hoodie in amusement.

“Do I want to know what happened?” She giggled, gesturing towards his outfit. He laughed bashfully.

“I, um, had an...incident with the sprinklers at the park.” She watched as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink. She laughed and nodded.

“Alright then.” She took a seat beside him and forced the lump in her throat to break itself apart. But Spencer knew how she felt, of course he knew. Which is why he offered both his hand and shoulder to her as they waited. She gladly accepted both, wishing the heaviness in her chest would dissipate.

About a half hour later, Matt emerged from one of the rooms, announcing the birth of his baby girl. Everyone swarmed around him to give him celebratory hugs, Y/N felt as though someone had to unglue her from her seat. She smiled as wide as her face would allow and hugged him.

“Congratulations!” She exclaimed, trying her hardest not to make it sound forced.

“Thank you, thank you all.” He said, inviting them all into the room, where the wailing  of a newborn baby could be heard. To many it could sound annoying, but Y/N was almost desperate to hear it. Before entering, Spencer grabbed her hand gently and stopped them in their tracks, reaching out to cradle both her hands in his.

“You okay? We can leave now if you want, just say you had an emergency at work or something.” He said quietly to her, knowing how it would make her feel if she were to see this baby right now. He never wanted to push her too far. He could see the uncertainty swimming around in her irises, but his wife was never one to back down from anything she’d promised someone else.

“I’ll be fine, Spence. I promised Kristy.” She whispered and he nodded, although he felt something was off in the pit of his stomach. He brushed it off as she pulled him into the room after her. Her eyes landed on Kristy cradling her baby girl and her heart melted at the sight.

“Oh, she’s beautiful, Kristy.” Y/N cooed, momentarily forgetting about the heaviness in her chest as the baby’s tiny eyes curiously wandered over to her.

“Thank you, Y/N. Would you like to hold her first?” Kristy smiled tiredly and everyone’s gaze fell onto Y/N, an unreadable tension silently floating in the room.

“I-I’d be honored.” She let go of Spencer who watched as his wife carefully scooped up the baby into her arms. His heart swallowed his chest from its swelling. He could barely control the softness in his gaze before Matt came up next to him and grabbed his shoulder, making him smile. The way she carried the baby with so much compassion was a sure sign for Spencer, this woman was meant to be a mother. The mother of his children.

Y/N grinned with slight tears in her eyes as she stared at the baby in her arms, “Hi, baby girl. You’re so beautiful.” She cooed softly as she swayed them slowly from side to side. The baby quieted down in her arms and it was a wonderful sight to see. Spencer’s heart was surely beating its last beats.

“Oh, she loves you already.” Emily said from the far side of the room. The comfortable weight of the baby in her arms had suddenly turned into 7.8 pounds of complete and utter dread. She had allowed herself to think that it was her own child for a split second. 

What a huge mistake. 

A tear escaped Y/N’s eye as she realized she’d have to part with this beautiful gift of life. She forced a smile and handed her back to her mother carefully. No one noticed the shift in Y/N’s mood, too enthralled by the baby, except Spencer, of course. She quickly wiped away the stay tear as she took her place next to Spencer, who had tried to take her hand in his, but she pulled away just in time. He breathed a heavy sigh as she silently fell apart right next to him.

After a few moments of failing to keep herself from falling apart in front of the team, she tugged on his sleeve harshly and he knew he’d have to excuse them. So he did, they said their farewells and were on their way to her car. She handed him the keys silently and avoided his gaze until they were in the car together.

“Sweetheart…” Spencer started, reaching out to caress any part of her, only wanting to provide a semblance of comfort.

“Please--please, don’t, Spencer.” She whimpered softly as she shrunk away from him and into the passenger seat, the tears falling freely now. Spencer frowned deeply and began driving them home in silence.

She wondered if she’d ever have the opportunity to be in Kristy’s shoes. All she wanted, as of right now, was to be a mother. The universe had been so, so unkind to them both throughout their lives. God knows Spencer’s been through hell and back more times than they can count. Despite all that though, Spencer was truly the best support system she could ask for. He never pushed her too far, he always understood her, never made her feel bad for not being able to get pregnant. But that didn’t take away from the way she felt. The way she felt like she was failing Spencer. The one thing her body was made for, and she couldn’t do it. 

Spencer walked them both up to their apartment and put on the kettle to make some tea as she disappeared into their bedroom, probably to take a shower. For months and months, they’d been trying, and nothing seemed to work. It was taking a toll on Y/N and he couldn’t help but feel useless.

It went on this way for about a month, although Spencer and Y/N were getting much better about talking about it, as well as beginning to explore other options. Spencer kept convincing Y/N to get out of the house more, he insisted that perhaps time apart and engagement of individual activities would strengthen their relationship. So Penelope suggested a girls night in at least once a week. They would order junk food, watch sappy movies, and sometimes cry about their lives.

One night, all the women and spouses of the BAU were at Penelope’s, watching a movie and munching on crunchy snacks. Y/N suddenly sat up straight and gasped, pausing the movie quickly from the remote.

“What is it?” Tara asked, looking over at Y/N on the couch.

“What day is it?” She asked, slightly panicked.

“It’s...Saturday?” Emily replied.

“No, no! What day of the month?” She exclaimed, searching for her phone in between the couch seats.

“It’s the 12th, why? Is it someone’s birthday?” Penelope asked, confusion settling in.

“The 12th?!” Y/N exclaimed in shock.

“Y/N, what’s on the 12th?” JJ asked impatiently.

“I’m late! I’m 2 weeks late. Let me check first.” Y/N pulled up her phone and checked her period tracking app. The women all glanced at each other excitedly, “I’m late…”

“OKAY! Stay here, do not move. JJ and I will go get you a bunch of tests! Don’t move!” Penelope exclaimed, rushing up to put on a coat over her pajamas and slip on some shoes.

Y/N stood and began to wring her hands nervously.

“What’s wrong, isn’t this great news?” Kristy asked, her face showing concern.

“Yes! Yes, of course. Just...what if it’s n-not real, what if it’s negative? I-I don’t think I can handle that again.” Y/N said as her eyes filled with tears. Her heart seemed to have stilled in her chest and her throat began closing up in response to her anxiety.

“Even if that happens, we’re right here. We’ll be supporting you through it all.” Tara said, standing and hugging her tightly. The second she was in her arms, she began sobbing. The slightest comfort brought waves of fear and anxiety. Emily and Kristy frowned and felt their chests pull at the sight of her being so upset. Tara smoothed down her hair lovingly and convinced her to have a seat until Pen and JJ returned.

A few moments later, they came bursting through the door, “Alright, did you drink enough liquids, do you have to pee?” JJ asked, unpacking and handing her the tests.

“Umm, I don’t know but I’ve been peeing a lot anyway.” Y/N replied and JJ nodded.

“Okay, that’s a good sign.” Kristy nodded encouragingly.

Y/N moved to the bathroom and took the tests. She opened the door slightly and looked towards Penelope, “Can you come in? I-I’m too scared to look at it alone.”

“Of course.” She stepped in and Y/N left the door open for anyone else to come in. Soon they all gathered in or outside of the bathroom. Y/N sat on the closed toilet and wrung her hands nervously, a habit she’d picked up from Spencer. Penelope waited the appropriate amount of time and looked at the tests that were face down on the counter. She looked towards Y/N for approval and she nodded, holding her breath. She wasn’t a profiler but she was trying to read every single microexpression that crossed Penelope’s features. The room was heavy with anticipation as they all watched Penelope look at the tests.

Soon enough, her face broke out into a large grin, “Guess we’re getting a baby genius!” She exclaimed and everyone cheered loudly in response. 

Y/N was frozen in shock on the toilet as everyone rushed to embrace her, “W-what?” She uttered in disbelief, tears clouding her vision quickly.

“They’re all positive! A baby Reid is in the oven!” Emily cheered, showing her the tests. She put a hand to her mouth to slow down the sobs escaping her. She hugged them all tightly and she knew, she just knew that this happened thanks to the sheer powerful energy of all the women by her side. The thought gave her goosebumps.

“Oh my God! I have to tell Spencer!” Y/N shouted in the midst of all her tears, just imagining the pure joy that would be on her husband’s face as he learned the news.

“If you leave now, you’ll make it before he gets home from Derek’s.” JJ said, checking her watch. Y/N nodded and raced out with the tests, putting on her shoes quickly.

“I love you all so much! Bye!” She yelled into the room before darting out the door.

She stopped by the grocery store to pick up some buns, an empty box, and a pair of the cutest baby sneakers she could find. As soon as she got home, she filled the box with the sneakers and the positive tests. She also placed a single bun in the oven and waited for Spencer to come home.

“Y/N, you here already? I saw the car parked downstairs--is everything oka--” he cut himself off as he found her in the kitchen holding something behind her back. His eyebrows raised suspiciously as he eyed her, “What’s going on? What are you up to?” He couldn’t resist smiling at her smile, the previous anxieties melting away.

“Check the oven, baby.” She said, leaning against the counter across from it. His brows furrowed even more as he peeked inside.

“I don’t get it. The oven’s not hot and this is likely a store-bought bun.” Spencer Reid, despite being a certified genius, he could be extremely oblivious at times.

“Yes, and where is it placed?” Y/N hinted.

“In the oven?” Spencer reached in and grabbed the bun. He turned around to face her, the bun in his hands.

“Yes, exactly! It’s a bun in the oven.” She laughed, giving up. She watched as his face lit up in realization.

“Wait...what?” Spencer said softly in disbelief, placing the bun down on the counter and taking a few steps towards her.

She grinned and pulled out the box from behind her and opened it up in front of him. He took it from her and inspected the test and the shoes with a dropped jaw, “W-we...you’re--” He laughed a wet laugh and placed his hands on her belly, “We’re gonna have a baby?” His voice cracked, tears clouding his eyes quickly.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” She confirmed and he pulled her into possibly the tightest hug she’d ever received from him. His shoulders began shaking in her arms and soon they were sobbing messes in front of each other. She rested her head on his chest and he kissed it over and over again until they both calmed down.

“I’m gonna be a father.” He finally said, smiling down at her with a dopey, lovesick smile.

She nodded, returning the smile, “The best father. Now come on, let’s have a seat and start planning.” She giggled, pulling him out of the kitchen and to the couch.

“You know, it’s thought that the saying bun in the oven originated in 1951.” He began explaining and she suddenly burst into a fit of fond giggles, hoping their child would get his intelligence and definitely his good looks.

At exactly 10 weeks, Spencer insisted that she get her first ultrasound. She didn’t mind, she just wanted him to be there, and with his hectic schedule, it was hard to find a perfect time to go. But alas, they figured it out and Spencer was practically bouncing on his feet in excitement in the waiting room. Y/N placed a calming hand on his knee and smiled reassuringly. They took turns calming each other down. Even though Spencer had read every book about parenting and children within reach, he still felt so unprepared as a first time parent.

“Mr. and Mrs. Reid? The doctor is ready for you now.” A nurse with a clipboard announced, making Spencer shoot up out of his seat and helped his wife out of hers.

Soon, they made it into the office and before she knew it the doctor had already spread the icy cold gel on Y/N’s growing belly. A steady, repetitive noise could be heard throughout the room, bouncing off the walls. It sounded like an underwater heartbeat with a tad of something sloshing around.

“Oh, do we hear that? That’s the sound of the baby’s heart-Oh! What do we have here?” The doctor announced as she maneuvered her way on top of her belly.

“What is it?” Spencer anxiously asked, peering over at the screen.

“It seems as though there are two amniotic sacs as well as two healthy heartbeats! Congratulations, you’re having twins!” The doctor exclaimed happily. The couple stared at each other in an absolute stunned daze.

“Twins?” Y/N had to make sure she was hearing it correctly.

“Yes, a pair of healthy twins.” The doctor confirmed.

“That’s...th-that’s only a 4% chance. This is amazing!” Spencer uttered, hugging her tightly.

Over the course of the next six months, Spencer and Y/N have been living on the absolute tips of their toes. Y/N was extremely clingy at times and Spencer was terrified of leaving her, should he be called in for a case. As the twins’ due date nears, Spencer turns into a shell of himself and instead a home for festering anxiety and fear. He’s terrified something might go wrong. Whereas Y/N could not wait for the babies to be out of her! The day couldn’t come sooner.

Thankfully, serial killers all over the country had decided to take a break for Christmas time. Spencer, Y/N, and her belly were invited to every gathering leading up to Christmas eve. She wished she wouldn’t have to waddle along for much longer.

As the two sat in peaceful silence, listening to instrumental versions of their favorite Christmas music and munching on gingerbread men, something felt off.

“Uhhh, Spence?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Spencer asked, sitting up, failing to notice the large pool of liquid now under his wife soaking the couch.

“My water just broke.” She announced, feeling her breath quicken.

“Oh-OH!” Spencer shot up from the couch and quickly grabbed the hospital go bag that’s been living by the door for the past few weeks. He put on a pair of shoes for her and carefully helped her off the couch.

“Spencer, it’s Christmas eve, we’ll never find a place in the hospital!” Y/N panicked slightly as she waddled to the door, trying to control her breathing.

“Shh, baby don’t worry about that right now. I just need you to do the breathing exercises we practiced so much, okay?” He said calmly, doing her breathing exercises, prompting her to imitate him. He surprised her by being so calm and composed all the way to the hospital then she remembered he’d once told her that he finds he does his best work under intense pressure.

20 grueling hours later, two beautiful baby girl Reids were born into this world on Christmas day. It truly was a Christmas miracle. The team filed in on Christmas day to find one exhausted Spencer standing and an even more exhausted Y/N on the bed, each cradling a baby girl of their own.

“Oh my, oh, they’re so beautiful.” Penelope gushed, her and JJ leaning over Y/N’s bed to peer at one of the girls. Luke, Tara, and Emily walked towards Spencer, who could not stop grinning. 

Seriously, his face should have been split in half at this point from how much he’d been smiling. There was no one else in this world he’d rather have a child with, and he was blessed with not one, but two enchanting Christmas miracles who will surely steal his heart and never return it, and he’ll be more than okay with that.

[woah-were-halfway-there]

Do you have any short soft and sweet y/n and Auston content you have on mind and that it’s just like a little blurb? I’m just really craving something soft, short and sweet between them!😫

A/N: The way I wrote the first thing that came to my mind for this. Hope you like it 🤗

"It's not going to work."

"It is going to work, now stop being so pessimistic."

You let out a dramatic huff at Steph's arguing but couldn't say much else because you knew she was right. Sure, this was a last-minute decision, but deep down, you knew there was no way it could backfire.

"What if he's just, I don't know," you paused as you shifted in the backseat of your Uber. "What if he doesn't want me to be here?"

"Babe," Steph replied with a sigh, and you could picture her shaking her head at the way you were acting. "He hasn't seen you in almost two weeks. I can assure you he's not going to be mad that you flew to New York to surprise him."

She had a point, and you knew it. There was no reason for you to be nervous about if your fiancé wanted to see you or not.

You almost didn't go, to be completely honest. Being 31 weeks pregnant, travelling just was not an appealing thing to you whatsoever, and you hadn't flown anywhere since you and Auston returned to Toronto from Scottsdale about three months prior. However, you felt like you were in a rut.

Your maternity leave from work had recently started, and you felt so blah about it all. It didn't help that Auston was away, and yes, Steph helped a lot so you wouldn't get lonely. But, to put it simply, you just missed your fiancé, which is why the idea of going to New York came to be. It was only going to be for two nights, but there was a part of you that really wanted to do it. You knew you wanted it to be a surprise, though, so after letting Auston's family, your family, as well as the guys on the team, convince you that it was a good idea, you got in contact with your midwife and doctor, then booked your plane ticket.

"I guess you're right," you finally mumbled in response.

"I know I am. How far away are you from the hotel are you now?"

"About five minutes, I think."

"Ok, well," she replied. "I'm going to go then and text Mitch. They should be getting back to the hotel any minute now. You better keep me posted on how this goes, though."

"You know I will," you chuckled. "Thank you again for helping with all of this. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye!"

Once you hung up the phone, you looked out the window at the scenery around you.

New York was incredible on a regular day, but during Christmastime, it was unreal. You had been to NYC during December before. Still, instead of being there at the beginning of the month like you were at that moment, then you attended the ball drop ceremony with your sister, Mya, on New Year's Eve during your first year of university.

That seemed like forever ago, but looking at all the lights and decorations as you drove by reminding you of the magical aura that the city seemed always to have and helped you feel even more excited to see Auston.

After a few moments, you knew you were very close to the hotel. You texted Mitch to see where they were. Having a cousin that played on the same team as your fiancé had its perks, and this was one of them. Because of him, you were able to pull this kind of thing off, and of course, the other guys wanted nothing more than to help you surprise their teammate as well.

When Mitchy didn't answer, you opted to text Mo, and just as your Uber pulled up to the hotel, he responded, saying that they were in the lobby. Suddenly, you were nervous again.

However, with a deep breath, you grabbed your small suitcase, thanked your driver then exited the vehicle before making your way up the stairs and into the building.

As soon as you walked through the revolving doors, you easily spotted the guys.

They were all standing to the left of the lobby a bit, talking as they waited by the elevators, and it didn't take you long to spot Auston. He had his back to you and wasn't taking much part in the conversation as he typed away on his phone.

Ironically, your phone then buzzed with a text from him asking if you were ok to FaceTime in a few minutes. It was a tradition the two of you had, usually in the evening after dinner during away stretches. As Auston is getting ready to wind down for the night, he'll always call you, and the two of you will talk until one of you is too tired to continue. The fact that he was so oblivious to you being right behind him made you smile as you texted him back, telling him to call whenever.

Some of the guys noticed you, and it was apparent they were struggling to keep a straight face as you smiled at them. Then Mitch spotted you, and he lit right up but tried to play it cool so he wouldn't blow it as John subtly waved you over so you could surprise your fiancé.

"Hi, uh, sorry to bother you guys," you started, grinning widely as you saw Auston completely halt his movements. "I was just wondering if one of you could point me towards the check-in desk?"

At that, Auston whipped right around. He recognized your voice, but the absolute disbelief shown on his face proved that he wasn't 100% sure and needed to confirm.

"Oh, my god," he breathed out before closing the space between the two of you as fast as he could and engulfing you in a tight hug. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you!" You explained as you squeezed him, but cursed yourself as you felt tears welling up in your eyes. Damn pregnancy hormones. "I missed you."

"Holy fuck, and I missed you," he replied before pulling away to look at you. Almost immediately, he was gently cupping your face and using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. "Oh, babe, please don't cry."

"I'm just really happy, Aus. And these hormones are not going easy on me."

"I know, baby. I, wow, I can't believe that you're here. How was the flight? Are you feeling alright?"

"Give her a chance to breathe, Matts," Freddie spoke up, making everyone chuckle.

"Yes, I'm ok," you told Auston as you let him pull you back towards his chest again, watching as he scowled at his teammate.

"Leave me alone," he huffed before leaning down to place a soft but quick peck on your lips. Once he pulled away, he moved to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around to your front, making sure to rest his hand on your stomach as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. "I missed my girls."

"And we missed you, babe."

You then glanced over your shoulder at him and gave him another kiss.

"So sappy, always," Mitchy spoke up before walking over to hug you as well, initiating the same reaction from the other guys too. "How are you feeling, though? You good?"

"Yes, Mitchy, I promise I'm fine," you told your cousin as you hugged him back, then moved to hug Freddie, then Mo. "The flight wasn't that bad. Hopefully, when I go back in two days, it'll be as smooth."

"Two days!?" Auston asked excitedly from behind you.

"Yeah," you stated as you turned back to face him again. "You're stuck with me for two nights. It looks like I'll have to come to your game tomorrow, I guess."

He just grinned widely and shook his head.

"Damn, because I absolutely hate the thought of that. Why would I want to spend two nights with my hot ass fianceé, hmm?"

He winked, then pulled you closer again, knowing it'd get a rise out of some of the guys, particularly Mitch.

"Ok, chill, please," your cousin scoffed. "My room is next door again. She's already pregnant, Matts. Give me a break."

"Sucks to suck," Auston replied, and you quickly hid your face against his chest to avoid any further embarrassment. But, it wasn't long before Auston was pinching your sides to get your attention again. "Ready to go upstairs?"

"Yes, please."

And so started your little surprise visit to see Auston on the road, and it was absolutely worth it.

[a-singleboat]

Break-Ups and Make-Ups

Word Count: 2330

Request:  hi! I don´t know if you are taking requests, but if you are I was wondering if you could write something where reader and Damien Haas (or Shayne Topp) break up, so the rest of the smosh fam try to get them back together. Hope to hear from you soon - @lula132

The morning after a breakup was always the worst for you. As tradition dictated, you had hunkered down in your room for the night with a box of tissues on your right and a tub of ice cream clutched in your shaking hands with whatever sappy romance movie popped up first in the recommendation queue. 

You had fallen asleep with the now-melted ice cream tub in your arms and the movie credits rolling. In the morning, you felt like you had been hit with a train that had not stopped moving since. With just a few words, the past seven years of your life suddenly meant nothing and you were left alone. 

You capped the tub of ice cream and put it on your nightstand, swapping one comfort item for another and picked up your phone. The only notifications you had were a call from your mom and several Twitter notifications for fans that had mentioned you in their own tweets. 

You cast a glance to the clock and read that it was six in the morning, two hours before you had to be at work. You sat in your bed and debated if you should even go in for the day if you should call in a family emergency and take the day to travel up to San Francisco to spend the next few days with your parents. 

You shook your head and hopped off your bed, a new resolve set for yourself. You wouldn’t let this break-up force you into a shell. So what if Shayne Topp had broken your heart after seven years of loving you? You were still young and you had your whole life ahead of you, so what if seven years meant nothing in an ill-fated conversation. 

You flung the curtains open and took a moment to just look outside at the bus streets of Los Angeles. You moved to the city nearly eight years ago after being employed by Defy for Smosh. You started as a low-level editor and slowly made your way to head camera operator and editor for the Smosh Games section. You would oversee filming when it came to table games or punishments and edit what you could for any games played on the computer. You even had a short stint as stunt coordinator before it was decided that they needed someone with a little more expertise especially when it came to the safety of the cast.

However, you met Shayne when you had just moved to Los Angeles and when you started dating, it came as no surprise to anyone. The decision to stay in separate apartments came with the idea that while you both had loved each other oh-so-much, you both need your own space and neither of you could afford to buy anything bigger than the apartments you both had or a house together. 

Before you knew it, you had fully cleaned your room of any trace of the break down you had last night and were well on your way into the office. You called your mom on the drive there, using the conversation as a distraction so you wouldn’t have to think of him until you saw him. 

You got to the office at the same time that Courtney had and you barely managed a smile in her direction. You could tell that she could tell that something was off with you because she had that knowing look on her face. If there was anyone who knew you better than you knew yourself, it was Courtney. 

You brushed her off, saying that you had a rough night and asked her to help you carry some of the equipment that was still in your car from the last punishment you had to film outside. 

When you got in the elevator, you deemed it safe enough to share the details of your night. You put the box you had in your hands down and rubbed your eyes. You had skipped on make-up that day, knowing that you would mainly be editing and eventually the feeling of the product on your face would get you to become quickly annoyed. 

“Shayne and I broke up last night,” you confessed, breaking the silence. At first, you thought she didn’t hear you and you dreaded having to repeat yourself. When she put her own box down and engulfed you in a hug, you knew she heard. 

“I’m so sorry, what happened? Just yesterday you guys were so happy,” Courtney’s eyes grew wide and sympathetic. You were regretting telling her. 

“Yeah, I thought we were happy too and then he broke up with me out of nowhere. Of course, he was my ride home so I had to endure the awkward situation,” you picked up your box when the elevator doors opened on your floor. “Please don’t mention this to anyone yet.”

“Please don’t mention what to anyone?”

Damien Haas was your best friend next to Courtney. If you needed a laugh or even just a break from whatever you were doing he was there to provide a joke or a distraction. 

With his question, you had to think fast on your feet. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to go back to see my parents for a little but I wasn’t too sure when would be a good time so I didn’t want to mention it.” 

While that wasn’t completely a lie, Damien still looked skeptical. He read the look in your eye and slowly nodded, allowing that to be your answer. “Alright, if you say so.” 

You smiled at him wide and moved past him, leading Courtney to where all the filming equipment was stored when it wasn’t in use. She helped you put most of the equipment away before she brought up a point that you had been debating for a good while. 

“People are going to find out eventually, Y/n. You can’t just pretend that absolutely nothing happened,” Courtney sent you a pointed look. You pursed your lips and slid the last piece of equipment on the shelf. 

“I know, I just don’t want to make it into a big deal,” you shut the lights and closed the door behind you. You looked at the time on the clock on the wall. “You should get to costume, you start filming in an hour.”

She glanced at the clock and panicked for a second. “Just don’t isolate yourself, okay? And this isn’t something you need to keep from anyone. We’re all adults and if anyone gives you a hard time, that just means they still have some growing up to do,” she started to walk away, doing a half-backward, half-sideway walk. “We’ll go for lunch later and talk more, yeah?”

You nodded and confirmed the lunch plans, intending to go out for lunch anyway. After sorting through a few stacks of editing notes and creating a mental list of things you had to accomplish for the day, you headed into the room dubbed as the ‘editing cave,’ and prepared yourself to watch all the footage from this week’s episode of Maricraft. 

Shayne had woken up late that morning, distraught and a general mess. He arrived that the office, cutting it close by a mere two minutes and immediately getting himself to costuming. The velvet box weighed heavily in his backpack and despite how last night had played out, he couldn’t bring himself to take it out. 

When he sat down in the chair for the hairdresser to do his hair, Damien found his way to his side and poked his side. “So,” Damien wiggled his eyebrows. “How’d it go last night?”

All Shayne did was pull the box from his bag and hand it off to his friend. “Did she reject you? Is that what she and Courtney were talking about in the elevator this morning?”

“She and Courtney were in the elevator this morning?”

“Yeah, she told Courtney not to say anything about something and Y/n made an excuse about visiting her parents,” Damien noticed his friend’s distressed look. “Hey dude, you okay?”

“So, last night didn’t exactly go as planned,” Shayne wanted to fall in on himself. “I might have broken up with her instead of proposing.”

“What?” Damien was taken aback, blinking a few times to make sure he was awake at the moment. “You’re telling me that you got to the carnival last night, got onto the ferris wheel, and broke up with her on the top, and then had to drive her home right after that?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened and I don’t know how to fix it and now Courtney knows which means a lot more people will know pretty soon and,” Shayne made a noise that was not unlike what a cat being strangled would sound like. 

Damien took some time to calm him down. “I’m sure that all this will take is a conversation with her. Y/n is a very reasonable person and I’m sure you can make it up to her.”

“I sure hope so,” Shayne caught Courtney’s eye. She was looking at him with a scowl on her face. Shayne sunk into his seat. “I think our first step is telling Courtney what happened, maybe she’ll know how to fix this.”

By the time lunch rolled around, Courtney was aware of the plan and was sent to fetch you for lunch. You had your headphones on, hyperfocused on a black-and-white clip of Damien. She lightly tapped on your shoulder causing you to jump slightly before settling down upon realizing that it was just Courtney. 

“You ready for lunch?” she asked, pulling out the seat next to you and sitting to watch your process. You clicked on the save button and saved the footage to an external hard drive as an extra precaution. You stored the hard drive in a small drawer on your desk before standing up and stretching. 

“Yeah, let me just tell Matt that I’m heading out and that I’ll have this Maricraft episode ready for posting when I get back,” you powered your computer down and grabbed your phone and wallet from under all the papers.

When you left the office and walked side-to-side with Courtney to her car, you were relieved for the slightly longer break you both would be getting. Not only were you ahead of schedule but Courtney’s next call wasn’t for another two hours. 

“Now I know you and Shayne just broke up, but we’re going to lunch with him and Damien.”

You looked at Courtney with a dead look in your eye. “I’m fine with it, just because we’re broken up doesn’t mean I can’t be civil.”

Shayne and Damien were already in the car, sitting side by side in the back which caused you to look confused. “I gave them my keys so they could start the car’s air condition before I got you,” she explained. 

The drive was an awkward one, the four of you decide to take the time to drive to a nicer Italian restaurant as you all had the time to spare. When you arrived and were seated, Courtney smacked her forehead and mentioned that she left her wallet in the car. Damien offered to go with her and that left her and Shayne at the table together. 

You played with your fork and avoided all eye contact with him for as long as you could. 

“Y/n,” he said. You slowly turned to face him, not wanting him to see the hurt in your eyes. There was something in his hands but you couldn’t discern what it was. 

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he explained and you let him, deciding that you would’ve had this conversation one way or another. “And I still never do want to hurt you but last night was the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t bring you up to the top of the ferris wheel to break up with you. I just panicked and I wasn’t really thinking.”

“Shayne, you don’t owe me an explanation or anything,” you wanted to look away but he seemed like he still had more to say.

“I didn’t bring you up there to break up with you, in fact,” he opened what he was holding in his hands and you let out an audible gasp. You watched as he moved to get out of his chair and then kneel next to you. “I made a horrible mistake last night and while I’ll never know how it happened but I really wanted to get down on my knee last night and ask you this question.”

“Y/n, you’re a wonderful person and you’ll be a saint if you’ll even allow this. But I truly want to marry you. I promise I’ll never cause you any pain anymore and I’ll be apologizing for my mistake for the rest of my life. But, Y/n, will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you processed what was going on. On one hand, he had caused you the most emotional pain that you had ever gone through and on the other, he was trying so hard. You made up your mind, nodding vigorously and pulling him up from the floor as the restaurant patrons around your table clapped. 

He slipped the ring onto your finger as Courtney and Damien returned to your table, smirks on both of their faces. “You were both in on this, weren’t you?”

“We had some help,” Damien explained. “Ian overheard our conversation and he went to talk to Matt Raub to convince him to give us four an extra hour for lunch in case things went south and we had to do some drastic measures but everything turned out alright.”

“Remind me to thank Matt when we get back, but I think we should eat lunch while we’re here,” you laughed with your friends and at that moment, you knew everything would be alright.

[deliciouslyswaggytrashcan]

I know this is late but maybe some headcanons for Matt with his s/o on Valentine's day? And Allura and Lotor with their s/o once they learn of the Earth holiday?

This is so cute aww! So sorry it took me so long to get to your request hun!

Matt:

Okay we already know this boi is gonna be a total romantic sap when it comes to Valentine’s Day

Like someone might wanna tell him to tone it down a little bit because if not, he’s going be a bit overwhelming with all the gifts and events planned

But Matt mean well by his intentions on Valentine’s Day because he just wants his S/O to know how much he loves them

He’ll probably leave little cheesy notes for his S/O to find with some cheesy pick up line or pun to make them laugh once they read it

Matt is the type of boyfriend to always get his S/O a stuffed animal of their favorite animal during special events

Valentine’s Day dinner is always a must with him because he likes the idea of a romantic candle light dinner

But he’d also be very happy with a night in with his S/O playing video games together or watching movies while enjoying some pizza

He’s gonna have fun either way just as long as his S/O is laughing and smiling along side him

If his S/O gets him some chocolates or even a card, Matt will endlessly thank them because he’s just so happy they thought about him when they got it

If the gift is handmade, ho boy, he’s gonna brag about to everyone he knows and maybe even some strangers

“EVERYONE STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING AND LOOK WHAT Y/N MADE ME!”

“Matt, that’s just a jar filled with paper with reasons why they love you-”

“IT’S THE BEST GIFT EVER SHUT UP!”

Allura:

Many Earth customs and Holidays confuse her and Valentine’s Day is no exception

Her S/O is gonna have to break it down and fully explain to her what Valentine’s Day is

Once she understands that it’s a romantic day to celebrate lovers relationship, she’s very excited

A day to express to her S/O how much she loves them?! She’s gonna go all out and try her best to follow the Earthly tradition

She may even ask Hunk to help her make some homemade chocolates as she likes the idea of homemade gifts being more meaningful because they are made with love

Since she really like flowers, she learns the language of flowers, finding the ones which symbolize love besides roses

She also likes the idea of a peaceful dinner for just the two of them to enjoy and not have to worry about the interruption 

Allura is also gonna want to picture together with her S/O because she likes the idea of making a scrapbook of all her favorite memories

Honestly, Allura wished that Valentine’s Day just wasn’t a day celebration but wishes it was a year long celebration because she just loves her S/O

“Do all Earthling celebrate this holiday like this, Y/N?”

“Depends if they’re single or not. I used to eat ice cream and watch sappy rom coms before I met you.”

“What are rom coms?”

Lotor:

He is utterly fascinated by Earth culture, especially the days they choose to celebrate

While he may not fully understand Valentine’s Day at first, it’s something he’ll quickly learn to like

He already likes to spoil his S/O for no reason yet now he has yet another excuse to spoil his S/O for a full day

Does the whole flowers and chocolates thing as when he was researching it, that was the most suggested gift to get

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to try and do something creative and think outside the box for S/O

He does really like the idea of a private dinner between him and his S/O as it sounds quite nice

He will 100% try to cook his S/O’s favorite meal for them for Valentine’s Day and he’s not a half bad cook either

Like he’s got a full three course meal all planned out for his S/O that will include almost all their favorite foods and sweets

He’ll see some Earth boyfriends going as far to get their partner a puppy or a kitten for Valentine’s Day and he’ll take that a step further

“Y/N you said that this creature, you called it a polar bear was your favorite animal and I present it to you as yours.”

“Lotor, I love you to bits and piece but how in the quiznak did you get a polar bear?”

“It was quite a challenge but all for you my love.”

Ayyee here some shitty headcanons for you because my writing still sucks. Thanks for the request hun! ~Admin Mae

[savetheblackpaladin]

Yooo I love this blog!! What do you think it would be like if you were really good friends with Shiro, but you guys flirt a lot and everybody knows you guys are pining for each other, what would it be like when you finally hook up? Friends to lovers is my jam!!!

You and Shiro have known each other for years. We’re talking decades here. Like you two have been thick as thieves from the moment your new neighbor invited you to play in his tree house rather than unpack the millions of boxes off the moving truck.

It was practically love at first sight.

Except that 5 year olds don’t conform to your heteronormativity and cooties exist.

Cooties aside, there was hardly a moment you two weren’t attached at the hip, so there was little surprise when you two proudly showed off your dual scholarships to the Garrison’s Exploration Program. Shiro would join the fighter pilots and you to the engineering division where, once again to zero surprise, you two would become partners-in-crime with Matthew Holt.

And Matt, bless his heart, saw exactly what your families have known for years: You two were madly in love with each other and too stupid to realize it. The question now was: does he just suffer with your mutual pining OR does he get you two together and potentially walk in on you two sucking face (or, let’s face it, worse) in the practice ship?

Who’s he kidding. He’s going to walk off the edge of the Grand Canyon if he has to suffer through Shiro describing once again, in perfect detail, how you fixed their (fake) hydraulic stabilizer in 30 seconds flat. There’s only so many times a guy can listen to ‘…and the way they used a hair tie to hold it in place was revolutionary…’ without wanting to gag.

There’s was only one thing he could do.

After weeks of researching romantic comedies (and reading certain books he’d rather not admit to) he was ready to whip out the best of the best. But boy did you two make it difficult.

He tried getting you two to kiss via a spin-the-bottle game during a bonfire. Keyword: tried. Apparently coca-cola bottles defy the laws of physics and Shiro gets downright obstinate the more beer he has and just wouldn’t let Matt spin for him. But the two of you did end up drunkenly falling asleep in the back of Matt’s pickup, Shiro spooning you closely to his body as you happily held his hand against your chest. Unfortunately, someone set off fireworks and you woke up in a panic, accidentally elbowing Shiro in the face and spending the rest of the night in the ER so he could get his nose reset.

He tried setting you two up on a blind date for Valentine’s Day but, of course, you both assumed it was a double date to make things less awkward and both your dates stood you up. Matt’s not sure how you two swung that one because your table was in a nice secluded corner and only had two chairs.

There was the fake love-note taped to your dorm door talking about how ‘my love has burned years for you’ and ‘I only wish I had the courage to tell you face to face’ but ‘I’m scared to jeopardize our strong friendship’ and other sappy things that may or may not have made Matt tear up himself. Unfortunately, you never went home that day and when Matt and Shiro showed up to hang out (and for you to happily tell Shiro you loved him too) the note was still on your door. Shiro quickly ripped the note off with a violence rarely seen, his face darkening with anger as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and burned it right then and there. He still denies it to this day even though Matt was literally right next to him.

Then there was truth-or-dare but no matter how hard Matt tried, he couldn’t seem to score either of you as victims.

He ditched you two at meals so many times that the two of you staged an intervention because you were worried something was terribly wrong with him.

He even tried getting a recording of at least ONE of you admitting you liked the other but damn if you two aren’t hard to manipulate.

He was reaching the end of his rope and it wasn’t until he got through chick-flick number 18 that he found the answer he was looking for.

“Matt, remind me why we’re watching you play with the chemistry?”

Matt snorted, “Because Shiro, you two can’t tell the difference between perchloric and hydrochloric acid and I really don’t want to die today.”

You and Shiro both scoffed but didn’t say anything else. Matt was right. Your lack of culinary skills also extended to chemistry and it was only last week Shiro brought the wrong acid and created a small explosion. Or that time you forgot your hot plate was on and you exploded your beaker simply by leaving it empty on the plate. To be fair, that was probably a result of crappy equipment but still.

Satisfied you two were properly chastised, Matt quickly added his ingredients for disaster. “Hey, Y/N? Can you get me some paper towels from the supply closet?”

“Uhm, why?” You’re voice wavered in concern as Matt sheepishly tried to hide the foaming mess behind him.

“Because I…added something wrong and in about 60 seconds there’s going to be graphite foam covering the table. And the floor.”

You cursed and immediately rushed out the room. If you didn’t get that shit cleaned up as soon as possible it was gonna take hours with a scrapper to get that off the tile. And there was probably some hefty detention involved too.

“And Shiro?”, Matt flushed as Shiro shot him a smug look, “Can you go with them? I need some methanol too and I think Iverson keeps that on the top shelf.”

Shiro snorted and slowly stood up, making a show of languidly stretching before taking controlled steps after you like he didn’t want to run to your side. Matt’s smirked deepened as he snuck off after him. Five seconds should be more than enough of a head start.

“Oh, hey Shiro!” You blushed lightly as Shiro joined you in the closet, “Matt need something else?”

You pretended not to see his blush as he reached above you, his chest brushing against your shoulders as he stretched. “Methanol, I’m assuming for easier clean–HEY!”

You both jumped as the door to the supply closet slammed shut and locked. Matt’s innocent whistling sounded on the other side.

“Matt! Matt, what the hell?!”, Shiro’s voice boomed above your head as he leaned around you two bang a fist against the door. You felt your temperature skyrocketing as this caused his back to press even harder against you, very nearly pinning you to the door. 

“Matt!”, you’re voice was weaker than you wanted it to be, “Let us out now! This isn’t funny. It’s really, really cramped in here!” Yeah, you didn’t know how long you could last feeling nearly every bit of your crush pressed against you.

Matt’s voice was cocky as he leaned against the door, “Oh no. I’m not going to let you out. You’re going to get yourselves out.”

“With what,” Shiro scoffed, “I conveniently forgot my crow bar in my bedroom.”

“Tsk, tsk, Shirogane. Have patience,” Matt teased. “I’ll let you out when you two stop being stupid and kiss or something.”

You both stiffened in the closet, your voices caught in your throats as Matt continued. “And don’t try to act like you don’t like each other because I have eyes. So like, just say it.”

“I-I don’t–”, you felt as if your face was glowing in the dark of the closet. There was no way you could tell Shiro you liked him. You grew up together. Practically like siblings. And he was so handsome and so smart, there was no way he could like you back. He was destined for greatness. For a supermodel or a politician or ROYALTY. Not the kid next door.

“Y/N”, Shiro’s voice was soft as he gently maneuvered you to face him. He felt you shaking as he tilted your head up towards him and he felt a great surge of fierce protection, an urge to pull you close and never let go. “Y/N, Matt is right.”

You gasped as he stepped closer, fully you pressing you against the door with his body, holding you up while simultaneously stopping you from escaping. Not that you had anywhere to go. 

“I’ve loved you for years, Y/N.” 

“Shiro…”, his name was shaky on your tongue and you couldn’t, you couldn’t say the words.

He leaned close, his hair lightly brushing your nose, “Do you really like me back?”

The words were trapped in your throat. Of course you loved him. You’ve loved him and only him. No one could even compare. But you couldn’t…you couldn’t get your voice to work! There was no oxygen in here…you couldn’t breathe…your heart was racing he was so close! Even in the dark of the closet you could make out the outline of the face you loved. Feel his breath on your lips. The smell of his cologne.

You were helpless against him. This ridiculously handsome man. You’re knees were about to give out. 

There was only one thing left for you to do.

You kissed him.

And oh! Those lips felt exactly as you’d imagine. Soft and warm and full as he immediately pulled you against him. His arms wrapped around your waist and a hand to your neck as he deepened this kiss. His tongue finally tasting the one person he’s ever wanted. You felt light headed.

It was happening.

It was finally happening!

Why did you wait so long?

“I-I love you, Takashi.”

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[regrettablewritings]

Technically he wasn't included in the list of one's you could write for but I know you've written for him before, would you be willing to do a Matt Murdock x Reader for the ship meme? Either way, thank you. Your the best.

Crap, I knew I was forgetting something! Sure thing, though! Apologies beforehand if it’s not up to par – I did my best with all the crap going on today.

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?: When you first met Matt, you were just like everybody else and bought the schtick where he acts unassuming due to his disability. Nobody could blame you, that was the point of it. However, what stood out to you most was his apparently big heart: After all, most forms would turn you down upon hearing what little (yet all) you had to offer regarding the inhospitable conditions at your place of work.

But according to the Nelson part of Nelson & Murdock, any price was perfectly fine (“Feel free to throw in a blueberry pie,” he joked). And the Murdock half flashed a smile in your general direction, assuring you that they would get to the bottom of this. To your surprise, they not only did but also did so while treating you like an actual goddamn human being.

As for Matt, the first thing he thought of when he met you was, “She’s innocent.” Of course, he meant this in reference to your heartbeat when discussing your situation, as he always did when concerning a potential client. But the more he talked to you about the case, the subsequent things regarding your personal life he learned. And the more vivid of a picture he had in his head.Due to his reliance on sound and the things he could hear, as well as how secretive he actually was, Matt managed to develop a newfound opinion of you before you could of him.By the time the two of you accepted yourselves as a couple, Matt knew you as a resourceful type of person who wanted to make sure that the ones she cared about were comfortable and taken care of. However, if shit went down, you were absolutely not afraid to take a stand and call bullshit.You, on the other hand, still held your belief that Matt had a big heart. The problem was, it took a very long while before you also realized how self-destructive he could be. And it makes you worry tremendously. You still admire him, but you really wish he’d quit playing the martyr.

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?: Foggy’s beyond glad that you’ve entered Matt’s life because he foolishly believes that with a healthy love life, it’ll force Matt to have to reconsider his actions. He’s always been foolhardy, using the stigma of a docile blindman to convince others not in the know that he was careful with his decisions and actions. Perhaps having you and something to strive for besides the safety of Hell’s Kitchen might give him a reason to not be such a martyr and quit volunteering to jump in front of the swinging fist of some thug.Karen, similarly, is glad that there’s somebody who can look out for Matt potentially more because you’re more likely to be in a more intimate setting than she and Foggy would as just friends.Matt nearly won your friends and family over by the mere mention of him being a lawyer. Of course, it did come up that his particular firm was notorious for accepting cases with payments of pies, bananas, and IOUs. You really tried to hype up that this was due to Matt’s good hearted nature, but it was still accepted with some hesitancy.Otherwise, they don’t find him unpleasant and as long as you’re both happy and he treats you well, they can’t find too much to gripe about. (Though your folks still make occasional jabs at the question of his ability to provide for you in terms of a long-term relationship…)

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?: Matt’s protectiveness works well with your need to assure the comfort of others. Additionally, you both have a sense of justice. The difference is that his involves dressing up like a devil and doing parkour around ten blocks of New York nearly every night and beating the shit out of people.

What is their favorite aspect of each other?: You enjoy Matt’s wit, and he enjoys how you can make a person feel comfortable. He keeps you laughing with his dry humor, and your thing for hospitality meant you helped repay Nelson & Murdock by redecorating the office to feel less sterile and unprofessional.

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?: Technically speaking, Matt’s secretiveness and martyr complex isn’t a pet peeve. Nevertheless, drives you insane the most and really tests your relationship. He takes way too much upon himself with little regard for the effects; he’s certainly not a scale, because he constantly proves he can’t balance everything as well as he thinks he can.The thing that annoys him about you is arguably and comparatively chill: Sometimes you just do things too loudly. Cutting up food, slamming cabinets — the usual. You try to keep it quieter, you really do, but what’s normal to most others is loud to the man.

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?: Matt’s lawyer mode unfortunately shines during arguments with you, and sometimes it results with him saying things that pierce you to the bone. The moment he hears you inhale sharply, smell the salt of the tears welling in your eyes, and hears a change in your breathing pattern, he knows he’s gone too far and regrets it. If you need space away from him, he doesn’t blame you and will probably hate himself: He made uncomfortable the one person who tries her best to make others feel happy and safe.If you’ll hear him out, he’ll likely give an apology riddled with self-deprecation until you’ve had enough. Unfortunately, his typical go-to is makeup sex as a result of him being used to doing that with Elektra. Given that you’re the first healthy relationship he’s ever had, he isn’t entirely sure of what else to do if this doesn’t suit your fancy; but Matt’s no quitter.He’ll try and do to you the things you do to him when you make him feel comfortable: Cuddle you, read stories (though, given that most of his literature is law books in Braille, you may want to skip this), order food from the Thai place down the street, and so on.On your end, usually all you have to do is apologize and Matt will hear it in your heart how truly honest you’re being and how much it’s hurting you to keep being angry with him. Once he hugs you close and whispers that the apology was accepted, you know all is better. Maybe not well, but better.

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?: Matt’s never really ventured out of New York or gone on vacation for that matter. Wasn’t the entire point of vacation to see new sites? Of course, you’re not buying that crap for a minute. With Luke Cage and Jessica Jones and god knows who else is running about, you promised him it’d be okay if he took a break and went elsewhere for a week or two. Somewhere nice and fresh, away from the pollution of an urban area would be ideal. A nice, small town perhaps. Rural. Where you can both sleep in under linen sheets and breathe in the cleaner, country air…

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time: Matt was quite aware of how odd it was for a blind man to be wandering around such a shady area of the Kitchen. At best, people would scoff at him and try to bring him back to “a nicer area”; but at worst, they might attempt to mug him. He made sure to put extra focus on his awareness, praying that the noises and smells of the jazz club wouldn’t distract him for too long.Go in, eavesdrop, get out. Go in, eavesdrop, get out.He repeated this mantra over and over in his head as he recited the password to the doorman. He didn’t need to see to be aware of the quirked brow the guard wore when they heard the clicking of his walking stick, having realized that the red-tinted shades weren’t for fashion.Immediately, he could smelling the choking stench of cigars and alcohol and cheap perfumes and expensive colognes alike. With the rustle of his fingers, he could feel the fabrics of the bar patrons, hear the chattering and obnoxious guffaws of overly flirtatious women as men slapped their palms on the wooden tables, making their glasses rattle.Matt tried not to appear uncomfortable, pretending to feel around for a seat he could “see” quite clearly. He was beginning to wonder if it was worth coming down here to get a lead on a self-directed investigation. Surely there was another way…“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage the lovely (Y/N) (L/N); she’s a little shy so be sure to give her a nice warm welcome.”Crap.If he tried to leave now, it might draw more attention than what he’d already gained as a visually impaired patron. Matt bit back a grimace as he slid into his seat, courteously joining the small crowd in light applause. No choice now but to go along with it, pretend he was enjoying the music when really his ears were scrambling to focus on a particular voice of the one suspect he was tailing.But, oh, was the attempt in vain.“There’s a saying old, says that love is bliiiiind… Still, we’re often told, ‘Seek and ye shall fiiiinndd.’ So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had…in miiiiiiindd…”Matt had heard many voices in his life — possibly more than the average person, given his hypersensitive hearing.He could not say even years from that moment precisely what it was about your voice that made him lose focus in record time from his initial mission.Maybe it was that you sounded like Ella, only somehow sweeter than Ella. Or how your handling of the words made each syllable slink the the air with honey-like grace. If he allowed himself to indulge in a very rare instance of sappiness, however, Matt would have probably secretly humored that God blesses your voice to be particularly wondrous that evening.In fact, he very much did think so.“I’d like to add his initials to my monograamm. Wheeeere is the shepherd for thiiiiisss looooossst laaammbb?”Cross that: Your voice was bewitching more than anything to him. (And had his vision been available, his sight of you would only encourage such: A red, curve-caressing dress; hair styled to display softness even at a distance; devilish, red lips that one wouldn’t expect to produce such sweet sounds.)“There’s someone I’m longing to seeeee I hope that heeee turns out to beeeee… someoonne who’ll waaaatch… oooover meeeee…”Matthew Michael Murdock had only ever heard of love at first sight – and he already didn’t believe in such rubbish. But as he heard you on that stage, his focus now completely on you, he couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps love at first song might’ve been a thing. At the very least, infatuation at first song.He no longer cared how unusual it was for a blind man to be in a club in the seedier part of the Kitchen. Nor did he care with how much enthusiasm he applauded your performance. Hell, he barely cared about the reason he came here in the first place.He heard you thanking the audience with gleeful yet shy appreciation, followed by the sounds of you hopping down from the stage … and walking towards him! Matt felt like an imbecilic college student again, flustered at the realization that a pretty-sounding girl was coming for him! … And passed him. His heart calmed with a gut-jolting thud, only to pick up as he caught a whiff of your perfume. Wait … Lotion, he corrected himself. How unusual for a club singer to bathe her scent in lotion and not perfume. But to Matt, it was a tiny yet wonderful thing. It made him want to get to know you more.She might have something to say about our guy, he told himself as he listened for your movements. He could hear the sway of your hips as you waltzed on over and took a seat at the bar. He heard you talk to the bartender an a highly amicable manner and order your drink. He could hear the parting of your rich lips as you took a sip, a sigh of relief as your parched throat was finally aided. You noticed that this copper-brown-haired man was headed towards you before he did – the click-clacking of his cane cued him in to you in spite of his own personal use of the item.He could hear you producing a confused smile. He didn’t mind. “Good evening, Miss,” he uttered, turning on the Murdock Men’s charm, whatever that was. Whatever it was, indeed – because even years from that moment, you wouldn’t be able to explain precisely what it was about Matt Murdock’s voice that stood out from the many others you had heard up to that point in your life.Maybe it was because it was deep yet encased with warmth. Or maybe it was how even among the chatter of the bar patrons, his voice seemed to caress your ears as gentle hands would. Or maybe it was because the words flowed from such a lovely-looking man, of whom proved himself to be quite the conversational partner as the evening wore on.

Whatever the case, by the time the both of you had left, you were both questioning the same thing: Was love or infatuation at first sound a thing?

Send me a character ship

[nickireadstfc]

The Raven King, Chapter 14 – A Few Cheerful ‘Hell Yeah‘s, Followed By A Swift ’Hell Fucking Nope’

In which I am too invested in Orange Cheerleading, Neil is an Oblivious Gay™, the Foxy Team Spirit gains bonus XP, we meet the awesomeness that is Fearless Neil Josten and everything goes so pleasantly well that I really should have seen the bone-chilling fuckery at the end coming.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

I am prefacing this by saying that this is probably my second favourite chapter of this book so far. It may even be on a par with my previous favourite chapter, the Neil Sassing Riko To Hell And Back At The Fall Banquet chapter.

There is GOOD SHIT HAPPENING!! Finally!! And when the bad shit happens it’s still SASSY!! And AWESOME!! And then it’s fucking terrifying but like – what else is new.

I really, really liked this one. And I feel like I’m going to need that bit of love for the next two chapters, which are promising to be 50 Shades of Fucked Up.

Let’s go.

           “When Andrew finds out you’ve stolen his car,” Matt started, but left the rest of the threat unspoken.

           “Andrew knows,” Neil said. “He left me his key.”

           Matt stared at him, startled. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Homeboy can’t believe it I am HOLLERING.

The Foxes slowly realizing that Neil is starting to get through Andrew’s shell is such, such a delight.

Neil being entirely oblivious about it is an even greater one.

Also, Matt is going to start teaching Neil how to fight! Yay for self-defense! <3

Now that Katelyn is kind of not a secret anymore, she starts hanging around with the Foxes, apparently. Will I start liking this character, finally?

           Katelyn seemed nervous at first, but she warmed up quickly and chatted almost nonstop through dinner. She was so enthusiastic about apparently everything in the world it was a little exhausting listening to her, but Aaron looked so alive in her presence Neil couldn’t hold it against her.

FUCK YES I WILL.

This is such a small detail, but I actually had to put the book down at that part and just silently contemplate life for a bit because honestly – few sentences have described me as well as “She was so enthusiastic about apparently everything in the world it was a little exhausting listening to her.”

I feel this so much, you have no idea.

Of course, that means I have adopted this character now, she’s in my heart and there are no take-backs. <3

Being newly invested in Katelyn also means being newly invested in Orange Cheerleading, and this is the point where all the info I have soaked up via my cheer-loving best friends really comes in handy.

This is a very good visual for what the Vixens would look like at a Fox game – the squad in the video is Clemson University which is TFC is based on!

And this is Clemson’s cheer championship routine from last year, which is infinitely more awesome than a game routine because it’s made for their own championship, not for someone else’s game, and it really shows off what a team can do.

Keep in mind though that this team is co-ed (meaning both men and women), and as far as we know the Vixens are an all-girl team, which means they’d have considerably less partner stunts (one person on one person) and more group stunts (one person on four, three or two people).

Also, this is their uniform and now one can tell me otherwise.

Brb making an orange bow to wear to our next cheer event.

Info dump done! Let’s move on!

           “We should celebrate,” [Dan said.] (…)

           Aaron looked at [her] as if she’d grown three heads. “We don’t socialize with you.”

           “You do tonight,” Matt said. “Tell Katelyn to come. (…) The Vixens can come too.”

HELL FUCKIN YEAH, BONUS XP FOR THE FOXY TEAM SPIRIT.

I am so for all of them having fun party times together that a) don’t involve going to Eden’s Twilight and b) involve all of them.

Also, I am so, so for the Foxes and the Vixens finally being friends.

Seriously, there are few things as shitty as ignoring the people who cheer on you every night no matter how bad you are, and I can’t believe we’ve never addressed this until now.

BE NICE TO YOUR CHEERLEADERS, FUCKERS.

           “Thanks for taking one for the team, Neil,” [Nicky said.] “You’re a real friend.” (…)

           “Are we?”, he asked. (…) Tonight it almost meant something, though what, Neil didn’t know. “Friends?”

Oh my goooooooooooood literally HOW.

“It almost meant something” I am going to punch this idiot so hard his angst will finally come shooting out of his oblivious ass.

           “You’re going to be the absolute death of me,” Nicky said. “Yeah, kid. We’re friends. You’re stuck with us, like it or not.”

Nicky, my man, my sunshine, thank you for finally saying this to Sir Angstlord McDramatic, also I’m crying a lil.

I was already so happy about that scene, I thought we were done with our quota of good things for this chapter, but no – Thanksgiving happens somewhere along the way, and it’s not The Thanksgiving That Shall Not Be Named, but Happy And Sappy Abby Thanskgiving, where the food and the feels are plentiful.

           “It’s not really about the food. It’s about family. Not necessarily the one we were born with, but the one we chose. This one,” Nicky emphasized, gesturing between them. “The people we trust to be part of our lives. The people we care about.”

           “I’m trying to eat here,” Wymack said.

Wymack <3

Also, NICKY <333333333333

Brb, crying a lot.

Kevin later offers to not drink wine after dinner so Neil can have some, which neil declines, but which still makes me grin like a sappy motherfucker because Kevin offered to do something nice for Neil.

I feel like I’m in a happy fanservice episode of an anime. Is this real, am I witnessing this shit with my own two eyes?

           Somehow [the Foxes] all ended up at the dining hall at the same time. (…) On Tuesday Katelyn tagged along, and on Wednesday they went downtown together as a large group: all eight remaining Foxes and four of the Vixens.

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

At the restaurant, this girl Marissa starts hounding Neil, and absolute hilarity ensues as Neil tries to not talk to her or at least talk to her about Exy, and she wants to talk about everything but Exy.

Absolute lack of chemistry nonwithstanding, she still chats him up after dinner:

           “I can give you my number,” Marissa said.

           Neil didn’t remember asking for it at any point that night. “What for?”

How is this boy real. HOW.

           “I would like to get to know you better. I think we could have a lot of fun together, just the two of us. You’re very interesting, Neil.”

           She wasn’t the first to say that, but Neil wondered if Andrew’s opinion of him would change when he was off his medication.

OH MY GOD.

I AM HOWLING.

Neil: gets blatantly obviously hit on by pretty girl Neil:…………………….. Neil: hmm I wonder what Andrew would think about this

Honestly………………. This is the most I C O N I C Andreil scene to this point, and 50% of Andreil aren’t even present.

           “There’s a way to let girls down gently, you know.” (…)

           “Do girls need kid-glove treatment? I thought they were tougher than that.”

           Dan’s grin was approving. “Most of us are. Some of us are like boys, though, and have delicate egos.”

Shoutout to Dan for coming around to remind me how much of a flawless sass queen she is whenever I dare to forget it.

Also: Renee is going to be Neil’s platonic winter banquet date! Dan and Matt are getting each other cute shit for Christmas! Matt invited Neil and the cousins to his home over Christmas!

I am currently bathing in a golden pool of my own happy tears, please leave me here for all eternity and supply food occasionally.

However, if anyone thought it would all stay happy and banter-y now they must have been reading  than me, because Nora is waiting right around the corner to snatch me the fuck out of my happy pool:

It’s time for another Fancy Orange Sportsball Banquet, including our friends from Tall, Dark and Dramatic University.

Thankfully, our boy Neil has one thing in common with fandom by now, and that is being ready to protect Kevin at all costs.

           “Neil” might be an easily-spooked runaway, and “Nathaniel” was a hunted young man, but “Abram” was the one shielded from and untouched by his father’s bloody business. Neil would pull on every murder he’d ever seen and every endless, desperate night, and he’d face Riko unflinching.

This is yet another wonderful, wonderful development in Neil where I cannot begin to tell you how much I like it. But more on that in a minute.

First, another point on the list of Things That Absolutely No One Saw Coming, and By No One I Mean Everyone.

           “The following four teams have qualified to represent the southeastern district in spring championship games. I will list them in order of ranking, first to fourth. Edgar Allan, Palmetto State, Breckenridge, Belmonte.”

Aka the only teams we have seen the Foxes play against so far. What a surprise.

Also, I did mention that Neil and Renee are going as platonic dates, right?

Did I also mention how much I love Renee for going on platonic dates with people?? Bc same?? Also I love her??

           “Sorry,” Neil said.

           Renee sent him a curious look. “Why?”

           “I’m no trying to ignore you.”

           “It’s all right if you do,” Renee said. “Kevin needs you more than I do.”

I love you :( <333

Also, hate to say this, but homegirl is right.

           “Your lack of survival instincts is supremely distressing,” Riko said. “Take that look off your face before I carve it off.”

That Fucker™ is back, everyone, and as always ready to supply us all with shitty input exactly no one asked for.

           Neil hadn’t realized he was smiling, too, a cruel look he’d inherited from his father. Neil lowered his cup so Riko could get a better look at it. “I would love to see you try. You think I’m afraid of your knife? I’m the Butcher’s son.”

HELL FUCKIN YEAH.

After having met Angsty Dramatic Runaway Neil Josten, Sassy Lil Shit Neil Josten, and recently Responsibly Neil Josten, may I now introduce you to my newest favourite Neil Josten:

Fearless Neil Josten.

           “I am the family your father was afraid of.” (…)

           “Not of you,” Neil said, with fierce emphasis. “You’re not part of that family, remember? You’re the cast-off.”

Oh yeah, also Fearless Neil Josten is Sassy Lil Shit Neil Josten’s meaner twin brother.

GET FUCKED, RIKO.

           He hoped it would hit, but he didn’t realize how deep it would cut. He’d never seen that look on Riko’s face but he knew he’d signed his death warrant.

Oops.

           “A dog who bites his master’s hand deserves to be slaughtered.” (…)

           “I am not a dog. I’m a Fox.”

           “You are nothing but what I tell you to be.”

           “We talked about your delusions.”

Neil, as much as I am enjoying your witty comebacks At All Times, I sagely advise you to shut the fuck up right about now.

           “Let go of me, King.”

           “I am King,” Riko agreed, “and you are going to spend Christmas at my castle. You’re coming to Evermore for winter break.”

I would have loved to dish out a few amused comments here in the style of lol, dream on Mr Fuckface Dramatic – however thanks to y’all I have been told time and time again that there was absolute shit going down on Christmas.

Which means that now I am not amused. I am incredibly scared.

           “Drake was an interesting man, wasn’t he? I should thank the police for leading me straight to him. I might not have discovered him otherwise. Did you know, Nathaniel? Oakland lawyers are some of the cheapest to buy off.”

He set Andrew up. He set. Andrew. Up.

That FUCKER. I knew there was going to be a reason why Drake was there at that point exactly.

THAT FUCKER.

           “Did you know I’ve bought one of the doctors at Eastaven, too? Unless you want these little therapy sessions of his to turn into therapeutic reenactments, you will be on a  plane to West Virginia tomorrow morning.”

THAT FUCKING FUCKER.

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

I will personally punch him in his shit-eating face – no, wait.

           Neil didn’t have words, so he answered with his fist. He didn’t have a lot of room to swing but he made do and caught Riko right in his vulgar mouth.

NEIL will punch him in his shit-eating face.                    

I have been waiting for this since we first bloody met That Fucker™. I am living.

A short brawl ensues, which Neil would have totally won imo if the Coaches wouldn’t have separated them.

As it is, though, the Raven Posse is out of sight, though definitely not out of mind.

          “What happened?”

          “Neil hit Riko,” Matt said. “It was beautiful.”

          “What?” Nicky squawked. “Not fair! I missed it! Go do it again.”

I am actually laughing so hard. Nicky, you are the best.

Neil explains the situation to the team – how Riko used the promise of getting Drake’s charges dismissed as bait for him to come see Andrew one more time – and then continues being unexpectedly and brilliantly badass.

          “I’m going to kill him,” Nicky said.

          “No,” Neil said, with a ferocity that had even Matt eyeing him warily. “We’ve got to break him first. If Exy is the only thing he cares about we’re going to take it away from him. First we destroy his reputation, then we destroy him.”

Have I mentioned how Fearless Neil Josten is my fucking FAVE.

          “I don’t want us to lose a single game this spring. Can we do that?”

          “Not a single damn game,” Dan said in a hard voice.

Hell yeah.

          “I don’t have a choice. I have to go. You have to trust me.”

          “He will break you.”

          “He wishes he knew how,” Neil said. “Trust me. I promise I’ll come back, and when I do I’ll bring Andrew back with me. It’s going to be fine. So do you have my ticket or not?”

Hell fucking nope.

Is this happening?

This is the fuck happening.

Oh dear.

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Pain

So this is my first official fanfic EVER! We’ll see how it actually turned out since I got kind of lazy toward the end and I got so caught up in the platonic relationships I forgot about my romance! Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, reader (and 5 original characters I guess) Pairing: Dean x reader Warnings: mentions of murder, smut-ish, fluff maybe? I don’t really know-if you’re sensitive proceed with caution Words: 3623 Y/N “Why does it hurt so much?” you whimpered into Sam’s chest. “Because it was real,” He replied, patting your hair. “It wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be an adventure,” You pulled back from his embrace, “God, how did I let myself love you guys so much?” “Come on Y/N it’s not your fault. There was nothing you could’ve done to stop it.” You gave Sam a weak smile, “Thank you…for everything.” There wasn’t much you hadn’t been through in the past five years. One thing was for certain, this wasn’t the first time Sam had helped you heal heartbreak–only this time you couldn’t go slash a guy’s tires or egg a guy’s house. From near death experiences to love triangles you’d been there, done that. “Don’t mention it. And you have my number if you need anything?” “Yeah. Good-bye Sam Winchester, it’s been a pleasure,” you extended your hand to him. He shook it and smiled. Tears streamed down your cheeks, from the ache in your chest and from this farwell. Before you could change your mind you spun on your heel and boarded the plane. The flight attendant went through the safety procedures before allowing you to take out your past times. You got a book out and started reading, your only mistake was bringing a tragic love story. You bawled the entire seven hour flight from Minnesota to Manhattan. You hailed a cab upon landing and was able to safely make it to your rented apartment. It was in Chelsea with a gorgeous view. This was your turf, you knew it like the back of your hand. Your sister rented the apartment alone after you left with the Winchesters but before that you roomed together. It was surprising nice to walk into the familiar place and hug her again. Of course she already knew the whole story so she didn’t antagonize you when she found your super sappy story in your luggage. You still got a very disapproving glare though. Not much could make you feel worse than you already did and the half-hearted disapproval from her didn’t do the trick, much to her dismay. Although you knew you had responsibilities, paying your half of the rent, helping put food on the table, you allowed yourself to wallow in self-pity and self-hatred. You blamed yourself for letting Sam get hurt on that hunt. You blamed yourself for not being good enough for Dean. You blamed yourself for Dean’s dangerous life even if you couldn’t control it. Six weeks later your sister managed to coax you out of bed much less the house for the first time. She was in a stunning black dress fitted to her every curve; and she managed to slip you into a shimmering gold thing with thin straps and a plunging neckline. Rather than veg out on ice cream and various other comfort foods, you barely ate at all during your exile in bed; so rather than gain weight you lost it and it showed. The slightly fitted dress showed your hip bones and collar bone through it. Thankfully it hid any sign of your ribs. You managed to walk in your six inch pumps, and dance, and eventually follow a man home. You were pretty sure his name was Matt but it was difficult to be sure in your drunken state. You vaguely remembered that you prepared yourself for the walk of shame the next morning on that stumble through the streets. You were right. You walked home barefoot and completely drained. When you slipped into the apartment you found Grace passed out on the sofa in a lacey black bra and pants. No one else was in the rooms and she claimed that she returned alone last night. After that detail you didn’t ask anymore. The following day you went out and looked for a job. A place a few blocks from you was hiring a waitress so you went for it. You also applied for a job at McDonalds and a Starbucks down the street. The waitressing paid the most so when they accepted, you happily started right away. Within two months you were back on your feet and happy. It was insane how nice it was to have distance between yourself and the supernatural world. The clubs around us were not bad encouragement either. Family came to visit for the holidays and you were making just enough money to pay rent, buy food, and occasionally purchase a new outfit or two. Grace was the one with the real job and she made sure you knew she was technically the responsible one. “You know, Y/N, at the firm they helped us prepare by creating a calendar to help manage our time.” She patronized. You didn’t mind, actually, you were overjoyed at her success. Her friends became your friends and you all had a wonderful time. You all had different jobs, Ethan was an actor, Hope was an optometrist, Danny was an exterminator, and Chad worked for a radio company while Grace was close to becoming junior partner at a big law firm. You were all over the board. It was all close to perfect until the day Danny came in complaining about an all too familiar story. “It was so weird. Whatever it is ripped the raccoon to shreds. It’s not my division so I don’t know exactly what it could be.” She exclaimed one day, “The chest was torn open and the ears were ripped off. That was it. It wasn’t like it was mauled or anything. It almost seemed deliberate. I don’t know, it sounds crazy right?” “No, no, not weird at all,” you remember saying while in your mind going “No, no, can’t be, we killed this thing last spring!” If you were guessing correctly it was a Gray Guatemalan Iguana. Only one in the universe and last year it killed more than eighty small pets, wild animals, and children; always eating their right lung and their ears. “Hey, do you think I could see it sometime? Where it happened I mean. Cause Grace likes to go for runs over there I think. It would make me more comfortable if I could check it out to make sure it’s safe.” you were astonished how easily lying came to you still. “Sure I’ll take you over tomorrow.” Danielle winked at you as she got up. {~} The next day was your day off, which you normally spent partially naked, partially covered in food crumbs watching awful soap operas on the couch. Instead you put on leggings, a nice t-shirt with a black windbreaker and some rainboots. When Danny showed up to take you to a more suburban neighborhood you were ready for anything; you had slipped a kitchen knife into your waistband and had a can of pepper spray in your pocket, not that the pepper spray would help anything against this animal. You also dug up one of your old FBI badges for good luck. You pulled up to a picture perfect street with picket fenced houses and minivan-washing dads forty minutes later. Not a lot of people were out, most were inside after the raccoon attack probably. The closer you got the more the yellow crime scene tape came into focus. Danny jumped out of the car and ran to the edge with you on her heels. “What happened?” Danny exclaimed to a policeman when we got to the edge of the tape. “I’m sorry, miss. I can’t disclose any vital information this early into the investigation.” He said in a monotone voice. “She was the exterminator for the attack on the raccoon yesterday,” You stated with authority peering around the man to get a look at the crime scene, “This child,” You continued gesturing to the small body bag and outline of a small body on the pavement, “was it missing its ears? With the chest ripped open?” The policeman stared at you with an open mouth. He turned and waved over a slightly older policeman. “Chief Hamilton, how do you do, ladies?” He stuck out his hand once he had gotten close enough. “I’m Nancy Bobofit and this is Danielle, the exterminator from yesterday. I was wondering if the child killed today was missing their ears and had a ripped open chest.” Chief Hamilton had a similar reaction to the first policeman and you looked at Danny smugly. “Yes,” He replied finally, “How did you know that?” “There was a raccoon in this neighborhood that had the same afflictions. We think they may be connected. How old was the child?” “Um, 10.” “10?” You were surprised. The iguana only killed infants and toddlers, the only things small enough. “Yes. Listen, thank you for the information but I cannot share anymore with you.” He turned and started walking away. “Chief!” You called before turned to Danny and muttering, “I’ll explain what’s about to happen later. Promise.” “Yes?” Chief Hamilton asked, sounding slightly annoyed. “I am here to help you in this investigation.” You stated. “I am sorry. It is policy that civilians do not help-” He was cut off by your badge flashing up and exposing an FBI I.D.. “Nancy Bobofit, FBI.” You said, I’m sorry I should’ve introduced myself formally earlier.” Without a word Chief Hamilton lifted the tape and allowed you to pass under. You motioned for Danny to follow and she did, with wide eyes. Dean “You know what Dean? You are just selfish!” Sam shouted at him. “Me? Selfish? Are you joking?” Dean shouted right back. “No! You told Y/N to leave just because I got hurt on a hunt. It wasn’t her fault but you refused to allow that it was yours! That would qualify as selfishness Dean!” Sam retorted without noticing the pain enter Dean’s face as soon as your name was mentioned. “Oh Dean- I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to- it just…slipped,” Sam stammered finally noticing Dean’s face. “I didn’t tell her to leave because you got hurt, Sam. I mean, I did…just not for why you think.” His voice was rough and raw. “Then why did you?” Sam asked gently. “When you got hurt I realized how much danger Y/N was in, even when we were there.” “So…you told her that you hated her, her guts and everything about her and that you never wanted to see her again…to keep her safe?” Sam’s tone was slightly colored with disbelief. Hearing the words Dean had growled at you ten months ago almost verbatim was like getting kicked in the chest. “That was the idea.” When Sam started to speak Dean continued, “I was desperate. I knew she’d want to finish the job and I knew she’d fight me if I asked her to leave. You know how stubborn Y/N was.” “Ok, Dean, whatever,” Sam threw his hands up, completely disapproving Dean’s reasoning, “I’m going to bed.” The next morning the boys were ready to get out of the tiny town in Rhode Island. “Got anything?” Dean asked Sam over the table. Sam glanced up from the newspaper. “Yeah…” He turned the paper so that they could both see, “A raccoon dead in the street one day and a ten year old the next.” “I don’t know man, that doesn’t sound up our alley.” “Both missing their ears and right lung.” “Like the iguana from last year?” “Exactly.” “Where?” “Kensington, New York. Nice and close.” “Let’s get going then.” They rolled up the street just before the sun started its descent from the sky. Both in suits with their FBI badges in hand they parked Baby and approached the yellow tape. “Follow my lead,” Dean said to his brother as they got closer. “Can I help you men?” The policeman asked skeptically as they approached. “I think so,” Dean started, both boys flipped their badges up to show him, “Agents Christopher and Dawson, FBI.” “Two more?” The policeman asked in disbelief. “Excuse me?” Sam asked. “We already have an agent on site. This didn’t seem like that big of a case.” “Yes, well, we suspect it to be a sadistic murderer. Obviously it isn’t 100% yet but…” Dean said, recovering quickly. He shot a look at Sam, it could be trouble. “Really? Well the other agent is in the tent,” The policeman motioned to a white canopy set up half on the street half on someone’s yard, “She got here a couple hours ago and it doesn’t look like she’s going to leave anytime soon.” Sam’s eyebrows shot up. She? Just as they both shifted their attention over to the opening of the tent, you walked out, head bent over a folder with dozens of files, whispering urgently to the policeman next to you. Danny followed after seeming worried. Dean pulled in a breath, like he had been punched, as soon as he recognized you. Sam suddenly grinned from ear to ear, his eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. He ducked under the police tape and made a beeline for you. Dean was left dazed and slightly angry. “Christopher,” Sam called to him. Y/N “I want patrol down these four streets,” you pointed out the four surrounding streets to Officer McCinley as you spoke, “And at least two men stationed on this street at all times.” “Will do ma’am.” He said taking the map from you. You turned to Danny, ready to apologize for dragging her into this. Only rather than looking dreary and sad like she had earlier she was grinning and twirling her hair. Was she biting her lip? You spun to see what could make her put her flirting face on. You had to do a double take. Sam strode toward you with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a suit and a long coat, obviously here to check out the case. Emotions ripped through you, happiness, longing, doubt, sadness, joy, anger, most of them you couldn’t understand. That is, until you saw Dean standing behind the tape. You knew Sam wouldn’t have come alone. “Hey!” Sam said once he got close enough. “Hey to you too.” He pulled you in for a hug and you hugged back. “Have you grown?” You asked once he let you go. “Ha! Not quite. I think your shrinking.” He couldn’t stop grinning. Eventually a smile crept onto your face as well. Having him by your side was comforting. “Oh!” You realized after a minute that you were staring at each other, “This is Danny. Danny this is Sam.” “Nice to meet you,” Danny flirted extending her hand, “How do you know each other…exactly?” “Um, long story, but I’ll explain later.” You promised, leading them both into the tent. “Yeah, looks like you have a lot of explaining to do, Nancy,” Danny she spoke under her breath as you passed by. “What have you found out?” Sam asked the second you were inside the deserted tent. “Not much. Missing ears and right lung, as I’m sure you already know. No footprints, no fingerprints, no witnesses. Basically a dead end for the feds. Only two victims and I have them patrolling five of the streets around here. Couldn’t exactly tell them to keep an eye out for a ten foot lizard though, could I?” “What about sulfur? I mean it could be a set-up to get someone’s–our–attention.” “No. No sulfur, no EMF, no anything.” “So you’re thinking…?” “I’m not quite sure. I mean it’s supernatural, right? So that means we should be here. I guess the most likely thing is that iguana but we killed it last May. All the signs are matching up though.” “Huh.” “Huh what?” Dean said ducking into the tent. He seemed a bit overly confident. You struggled to maintain a calm face even though your insides were on fire. “You missed it now, we already went through it all. Where were you anyway?” You couldn’t hide your grin as Sam snapped at his brother. “Looking around,” Dean said, “You might want to have your boyfriends out there check the trees, Y/N.” “No.” You said feeling very angry, “You don’t get to talk to me like that.” After a second of what you imagined was an awkward silence for the others, while you collected yourself, you continued. “I did. It’s a dead end. The scratch marks match a dog down the street perfectly.” “Oh.” Was all he could manage. You led them all out to where the body was found. You all stood there, looking around. Suddenly you noticed a crack in the storm drain down the street. You made your way over to it cautiously. When you reached it you saw that there was a section missing from the back and blood smeared on the inside of each bar. You glanced back to the others. Dean was missing but Sam was watching you while Danny was looking the other way. You tapped the blood with your fingertip. Still wet. You got up and went back to them. As you drew closer, you noticed Dean walking toward them. You flipped your hand to show them the blood, not a second later Dean did the same. Both of your fingers were stained red. You cocked your eyebrow as you held eye contact with him. He nodded and you both made your way to the tent. {~} Sam had walked away, obviously noticing Dean’s often glances toward you. He clearly wanted to talk. You, on the other hand, nearly grabbed Sam’s leg as he was walking away so he would be forced to stay. “I know you think I’m an awful human being,” Dean started. He was on the right track…sort of. Was he really though? Because when you had left, you were sad and angry. But now? Now you saw his candy green eyes and the way his jaw muscles tensed and relaxed out of habit, all you wanted to do was make him a pie–or something like that, maybe give him a hug. “I know what I said to you was way over the line, that I was wrong in a hundred different ways. Because I was. You are the best hunter I know, the person for that matter. And I don’t expect you to forgive me, just to hear. I am sorry. I really, really am. And I thought I was doing the right thing by forcing you to leave; I thought I was protecting-” “Dean.” I cut him off. “You’re right. I’m not going to forgive you but I believe you. It’s not like you’re perfect or anything, no one is… The thing is, I was heartbroken. Loosing my two best friends, loosing my adopted family, was worse than dying; and I can’t risk going through that again. After we kill this thing–which we will–I can’t see you guys anymore… I can’t tell Sam. I won’t go through with it, so you have to tell him. But I’m not mad at you.” He stood there, stunned at me. I couldn’t blame him. Did any of that even make sense? My head pounded and my heart ached. For a moment it felt like the world around me shattered once more. But then I reminded myself that it was for the better. And I would make it. Dean nodded and walked past me to join his brother in Baby. I realized that maybe I had been heartbroken in more ways than one. As he walked away I got an insane urge to stop him. To run to him and kiss him. I wondered what his lips tasted like. In years before I’d seen him with other girls at bars and I’d pitied them, yet here I was, wishing I might be like them. But it was crazy; it would only end in pain. Why would I put myself through that? He’d already hurt me once, why would I give him the power to do it again. {~} The three of you climbed out of you respective cars and walked back to where Dean was popping Baby’s trunk. This evenings events were completely put out of all your minds, for there was a larger task at hand. He handed you a matchbook and a silver knife. The only thing that could possibly kill this thing was “the blood of a servant lit on fire”. The Winchesters had the brilliant idea that you were considered a servant because you were a waitress. Dean walked over to his position, hidden in some bushes, while Sam strode over to squat behind a tree. You, on the other hand, got to sit yourself in the center of the street. You had called off patrol when three nights passed without incident; and you were grateful that you didn’t have to worry about a cop finding the three of you hunting a giant lizard. You pricked your finger on the knife, releasing all kinds of bloody odors to attract the iguana, and wiped the blood all over the pavement around you. {~} It was organized chaos as Sam and Dean shot and threw things at the iguana. You slit your forearm open, pooled some in your hand and threw it. Thankfully, it landed square on its back, allowing you to strike a match and set it on fire within seconds. The light from the growing flame was enough for you to find the self inflicted wound and put pressure on it. God it stung. The iguana screeched and whined as it burned to death, eventually making its way to hell, hopefully. Without a word, Dean and Sam allowed you to climb into your own car. It had been part of your deal that you never had to see them again. Sam seemed like he was going to start crying, or punching something; in the moment it looked like it was going to be Dean that got punched. Meanwhile, Dean looked like he was just told that they changed the shape of the fries at a restaurant he’d never been to–in other words, completely and totally bored. You meant to drive yourself to the hospital, to claim a false kitchen accident, but instead you ended up at a Motel 6. There was one room open and you gladly filled it. Once inside you quickly found whiskey, floss and a needle to stitch up the cut. After a few glasses of the alcohol, you slid into the bed and drifted off; you weren’t about to start complaining about a good night’s sleep, that is, until a knock came at the door. You groaned before rolling off the bed and answering. Since you were still half asleep you didn’t recognize the man before you for a few seconds. Then he choked out your name. {~} Dean charged you, swinging the door shut behind him and wrapping his arms around you in one swift motion. His lip enveloped yours, his fingers grabbed fabric and skin wherever they could, a desperate dance. Soon your fingers were laced through his hair, your lips molding to his. All you could taste was beer and bacon. Something in the very back of your mind told you he could taste the whiskey on your lips. He pushed you deeper into the room, quickly locating the bed, picking you up, and setting you down on the hard comforter. Your lips never parted and you never wanted them to. Then your hands found the hem of Dean’s shirt and the only thing you wanted was to get it off of him. He knew what you wanted and stepped back half a centimeter to slid it off. When he returned to you, he planted his lips firmly to left of your mouth where he kissed down your neck, to your collarbone, until your shirt got in the way. Without waiting for you to pull it off as you had for him, he grabbed the bottom and yanked it over your head, pulling out your hair clip in the process. The two of you shed your pants before rolling onto the bed. The sheets were cold compared to your hot bodies. Dean flipped you under him and held onto your wrist. As Dean’s other hand cupped your head to kiss you again you knew that whatever had happened before could be worked out, because right now was worth all of the pain.