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dameronology · 5 years ago

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rockstar {s.r x reader} - 3

you and steve rogers are famous for two extremely different reasons - you’re a famous rockstar, and he’s a superhero. your main personality trait is sarcasm and he’s a squeaky clean super-soldier. it takes him exactly one night to fall in love with you. what could possibly go wrong?

summary: you and steve officially introduce your friends to each other & you also have to start dealing with inevitable public interest in your relationship

part 1/part 2

also ft. bucky barnes + sam wilson, and some more damian/alex content. they are important to the story line but pls let me know what you think of them + if you’d like to see more/less of them`<3

warnings: language

‘Is he good in bed?’

‘Do his abs feel real?’

‘Did the super soldier serum work on his-’

‘- I am not answering those questions!’ You snapped, nostrils flaring as you jabbed your finger towards your bandmates.

The three of you were stood outside your usual bar, sheltering under an old awning in the smoking area to shield yourselves from the rain. It was coming down heavy now, covering the whole of New York in a bubble of wet humidity as evening began to settle across the grey sky of the city. The bar was your usual hangout; a small hole-in-the-wall pub in a desolate part of Midtown; the beer was stale but the company was good.

You were anxiously waiting for Steve to arrive with Bucky and Sam. Naturally, you felt nervous about formally introducing your respective group of friends - it marked the pair of you becoming official official. Plus, your two best friends were capable of acting like a pair of clowns when they were excited, and they’d barely shut up about meeting the two heroes the entire day.

‘Hey, doll.’ You felt a pair of warm, familiar arms wrap around you. You hadn’t even notice Steve’s cab pull up.

The super soldier pressed a kiss to your lips, and you naturally responded to his touch. You knew that there were people around you who could have seen, but you were beyond the point of caring. You were on a relationship high; the pair of you had gone official and you were introducing your friends to each other. What did it matter who saw?

‘You remember these oafs from yesterday morning,’ you pulled back from Steve’s embrace, ushering your bandmates over.

‘Steven,’ Alex greeted him.

‘I didn’t recognise you with a shirt.’ Damian added.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to Sam and Bucky. They were shyly stood behind Steve, almost like two small children. Ironically, Damien and Alex had been over-excited about meeting them.

If only they knew.

‘It’s good to see you guys again.’ You pulled them both into a hug. ‘I’m just gonna get it out the way - Alex and Damian are super excited about meeting you, so there’s no need to be shy.’

‘Us?’ Bucky’s jaw dropped. ‘You were excited about meeting us?’

‘And you were excited about meeting us?’ Alex’s tone was just as accusatory.

You intertwined your hand with Steve’s, dragging him inside the bar. The smell of stale beer and old tobacco initially made him draw back, but the air was warm and the atmosphere welcoming. The pub was filled with plush, red booths and the carpet looked like it was straight out of a nineteen-eighties adult film.

‘So, why this place?’ Sam asked, eyes darting between the ugly floor and aged decor.

‘There aren’t many places in New York that one of the world’s biggest bands and half of the Avengers can hang out.’ Steve replied. He was leant against the bar beside you, arm tightly around your waist.

‘Everyone in here is either too drunk to care or too old to know who any of us are.’ Damian added. ‘But now I think of it, we could have just hung out at Y/N’s.’

‘Yeah, but that would involve having to tidy up.’ The super soldier muttered under his breath. You elbowed him in the ribs, pouting.

After getting your drinks, you moved to a booth at the back of the bar. You and Steve were sat on the outside; he had his arm slewn across your shoulders, holding your hand in his. That was sort of your natural position now - it was the way you sat when you on the sofa in your apartment, and the way you dozed off at night.

It was odd to see your friends interacting so easily. Damian and Bucky were chortling about something, whilst Sam was grilling Alex with questions about your upcoming album. The fact that they’d initially been starstruck by each other had definitely helped to break the ice, and it wasn’t long before you were all lost in conversation.

‘So, you know that song from your first album?’ Bucky tapped your hand across the table to get your attention. ‘The one titled You Suck, You Bastard?’

You groaned. ‘Yeah?’

‘Who was it about?’

‘My high school boyfriend.’ You buried your head in Steve’s shoulder, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. ‘He might have fucked my best friend but the royalties from that song paid for my first car.’

‘Our Y/N is a bad-ass.’ Damian ruffled your hair. ‘And that should be a warning to you, Rogers.’

‘Definitely,’ Alex chimed in. ‘You hurt her, and you’ll have us to answer too.’

‘Alex is asthmatic as fuck and Damian has the structural integrity of a piece of spaghetti.’ You casually commented, taking a sip of your beer. ‘So really, you have nothing to worry about.’

The six of you continued to chat as the evening passed; Sam and Bucky had many questions about your music and stories from touring, whilst Alex and Damian were asking for 411 on superhero life. You and Steve, however, were engrossed in your own little bubble, simply watching them chat and laugh as you absent-mindedly worked your hands across each other.

Steve’s fingers were gently tracing the lines of the tattoos on your bare arms, warm hands working from your shoulders and down to your wrists. You, meanwhile, were occasionally playing with his fingers or nuzzling your head into his shoulder, barely even thinking about it. That was one thing you’d never get over: your bodies just kind of fitted together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

‘You okay, sweetheart?’ He murmured quietly into his ear.

You glanced at the group of people around you. It wasn’t something you’d ever imagined happening, but the energy between you felt right. Between Sam’s seriousness and Alex’s terrible jokes, and Damian’s constant questions and Bucky’s interest in your music, they could all bounce off of each other. It was like a group of old friends hanging out.

‘Never been better.’ You smiled.

The following morning, you woke up underneath Steve. His legs were tangled between yours and the sheets, strong arms holding you to his chest as he quietly slept. His hair was sticking up in a thousand different directions, and you couldn’t help but pull a face at the large purple mark on his neck. Neither of you had been drunk the night before, but the intake of alcohol had certainly made you friskier than usual.

‘Mornin’, gorgeous,’ He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, barely bothering to open his eyes. He let go of you, rolling over to bury his head in the pillow on the other side of the bed.

‘Coffee?’ You asked, gently running a hand through his blonde tufts.

‘Coffee.’

Pulling his shirt over your torso, you fumbled around for a pair of leggings. You rubbed your eyes as you headed out into the living room, sliding open your bedroom door. The early morning light was streaming through the windows, washing the room in a dull, yellow glow. In addition to the blinding lustre, there was also a six-foot musician in your kitchen, preparing three mugs of coffee.

That was when you remembered that Damian had stayed over at yours. He often ended up crashing on your sofa, especially if he was having problems with his boyfriend - which was always (but it made for some good song writing material). He had his phone in one hand and a spoon in the other, and he was too engrossed in the device to notice your presence, so you cleared your throat.

‘Y/N!’ He jumped at the sound. ‘You’re trending!’

‘What is it this time?’ You snorted, reaching into the fridge for a carton of milk. ‘Last time it was because I accidentally trod on Harrison Ford’s foot at a red carpet event.’

‘It’s a bit more serious than that.’ Damian bit his lip. ‘Pictures of you and Steve have been all over Twitter.’

You let out a groan, head dropping into your hands. You knew it was bound to happen - you were both figures of public interest, and all of your previous relationships had been under the microscope of every gossip column in the city. Still, this was relationship wasn’t like your other ones. It was so much closer to your heart, and so much more personal. It had taken enough for you to tell your two best friends about it, let alone the entire world.

‘Perez fucking Hilton.’ You muttered under your breath, scrolling through an article titled Beauty and the Beast. ‘Why am I the beast? Have they seen Steve’s arms?’

‘I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.’ Damian took the phone from your hands, pulling you into a tight hug. ‘People love you, and they love Captain America.’

‘Yeah, but probably not together!’ You grumbled. ‘It’s like...the most random pairing ever.’

‘So? When have you ever cared what people think?’ He reasoned. ‘Trust me, Y/N, you and Steve are good together. I’ve seen you with people before but not like this.’

‘I better go tell him.’ You pulled from his embrace. ‘Thanks for making the coffee.’

‘Anytime, sweetheart.’ He pressed a kiss to your temple, before handing you the drinks and pushing you in the direction of the bedroom.

You were more worried about what Steve was going to think. You’d dealt with public relationships before, but he hadn’t. He had no clue what it was like to live under the intense watch of modern day social media. It wasn’t something you’d considered when you’d got involved - you’d been so entranced by him that you hadn’t stopped to think about the consequences.

Still, that wasn’t going to stop you. You’d made it this far, and you were happy. Whatever obstacles it was going to create, you felt confident in overcoming them.

‘I have news,’ you announced, dropping back into bed next to Steve.

He sat up, looking momentarily adorable as he rubbed his eyes. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Steve took the mug from your hand, frowning at your worried expression. You were chewing at your lip ring, something he knew you did whenever you were anxious.

‘What’s up, sweetheart?’ He asked gently, softly rubbing your shoulder. ‘Talk to me.’

‘They know, Steve.’

‘Who knows?’

‘The internet!’ You replied. ‘Someone saw us at the bar yesterday, and it’s gone viral.’

‘Oh.’ Steve’s brow furrowed, and he thought for a moment. He reached for the bedside table, grabbing his phone. He scrolled for a minute, examining some of the tweets and articles. ‘Yeah, they definitely know.’

‘I’m sorry.’ You flopped back into the pillow. ‘I know this probably isn’t what you wanted-’

‘- hey, baby, stop.’ He grabbed you by the waist, softly pulling you into his lap. He gently brushed his lips against yours, pushing a few strands of hair out your face. ‘You are the thing I want, and I’ll stick by that whatever crap is thrown our way.’

You paused for a minute, holding his gaze. ‘Does that mean I can post you on my Instagram?’

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camiddletonxox · 5 years ago

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Pampering Her With Adoration and Food

Pairing - Damien Nazario x Charity Middleton (Perfect Match)

Rating and Triggers - Teen, mention of a car crash but this is fluffy

Note - This is a AU story, where Charity is a doctor, and Damien wants to make her feel better after her bad day.

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Synopsis - After a stressful day at work, Damien insists his girlfriend relaxes and spoils her.

Word count - 1430

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Damien had never knew anyone like Charity Middleton, she was charitable, creative and loving and there was just something about her that made his heart sing, she made him feel like he could just be him whenever he was with her, and he wanted to protect her from anything and everything that would cause her pain or upset.

Today was one of those days after a long 14 hour shift for her at the hospital where she worked as a fellow in paediatric surgery, there had been a awful accident and she was the most senior paediatric physician on, so she took the lead. She was exhausted and just wanted to curl up and be sad, but Damien knew her being sad about things never helps her so he was determined to make her smile.

She was curled up in bed, sleeping, even though it was 2pm, she was exhausted, she didn’t get home till 4am and he had no plans to wake her up until she was ready to wake up, so he got on making one of her favourite meals for later, he cut the asparagus and potatoes and got the steak from the local butcher last night, and went to the bakery to get her a cookie pie and planned to melt some chocolate to put over it for her and he made her a prawn cocktail on a bed of lettuce for starters and put the chocolate and wine she loved in the fridge.

He went upstairs to check on her and she was starting to stare as she woke up, and he got on the bed next to her, stroking her light brown hair out her face, and leaned over and gave her a loving kiss, and she moaned in pleasure.

“Good morning, you. How are you feeling?” He asks, stroking her hair and she looked up at him, smiling as she yawned and squinted, getting use to the bright daylight.

“I’m ok, yesterdays shift was horrific though” she sighed and she sat up, leaning into him as she remembered the small 4 year old who she couldn’t save and the look of anguish in the mothers eyes as she delivered the tragic news.

“You told me this morning, but today is your day off therefore I demand you have a nice day with me” He kissed her lips.

“What time is it?’ She asks

“2:30 but you needed your sleep as you were recounting your day to me till 5am” He uttered softly, as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and she smiled.

“Thank you for letting me sleep, D” she smiled and he just stroked her face, so proud of her for what she did in her job, she was the most amazing woman he had met.

“Go run yourself a bath and relax for as long as you want, I’m making you a three course meal and then I have a nice relaxing movie night planned for us both and I’m going to cuddle you and feed you all the chocolate you want” He winked at her and she grinned slightly, Damien was her morphine, he eased her pain and he made her feel like she was the most treasured woman to exist and was always there when she needed him, whether that was because she had a hard day, or was just really sad.

“Could you bring me a iced coffee?” She asked pouting sweetly at him and he chuckled and nodded, walking off to get her iced coffee, as Charity just sat there for a moment, before going through to their bathroom, going in her box of bath magic as she called it and found her favourite lavender bath salt and her favourite violet bubble bath and set the water on putting the salt and bubble bath in the bath before lighting the lantern candles which were just above the bath, thankfully she washed her hair at work so didn’t need to wash her hair, Damien walked through with her ice coffee as she puts her hair up into a bun.

“Your not naked yet? I’m shocked” Damien joked and Charity slapped his chest, shaking her head, as she took the ice coffee, and she sipped it and moaned in delight.

“Did you use the cinnamon coffee beans?’ Charity asks and Damien nods, giving her a kiss.

“Yep, now relax in your bath” He smiles and leaves the room and she strips down and she gets in the bath, the warm water caressing her body, it was lush being in this bath, she relaxed in her bath, sipping her coffee, and after 30 minutes she felt refreshed and got out, she dried her body off, moisturising her body before she pulled the plug on the bath and go changed into a blue top and black trousers, letting her hair down and she tidies the bathroom and puts her washing in the wash basket.

“Charity, are you finished in the bath?” Damien called up as he put the paprika on the prawn cocktail, and he put it on the table, pouring her a glass of wine as she comes downstairs.

“I have just been cleaning up after myself” she smiled and saw the table, the roses at the side of it, the prawn cocktail with iceberg lettuce and the bottle of her favourite wine. “Oh D, you spoil me” she wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him softly and he kissed back.

“You deserve it, now please sit down and eat” he grinned, checking on the steak.

“Oh you did me steak to?’ She asked and he nodded, sitting down across from her.

“Bon Appetite” he smiled and she dug into the prawn cocktail, which was delicious, the sauce was cream and just perfect and the prawns as a whole were a delight.

“Its so delicious, thank you D” she smiled and leaned over to kiss him and he met her half way, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips and they ate in a comfortable silence, happy to be in each other’s company.

“This is just what I needed, thanks D” she smiled and he takes their places from the prawn cocktail to the dishwasher and he starts to cook the actual steak, and Charity stood up wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Your just amazing” she grins, and he chuckled.

“As great as I am, I can’t cook with you distracting me” He murmured and she stepped away, watching him cook, he cooked the steak, mixed the peppercorn sauce, checking the asparagus and sautéing spinach.

“Shall I go sit down?” She asked and he chuckled.

“If you would like” He nodded, draining the water from the veg, putting them on the plate neatly and then he put the potatoes on it, checking on the steak, flipping it over, before putting the sautéed spinach on the plate, his girlfriend watching him in amazement. When the steak is done, he puts that on the plate and then drizzled the sauce on the steak and potatoes before he put the plate in front of her, and she sipped her wine.

“Oh my god, I have the most amazing boyfriend” Charity grinned, and cut the steak, and ate the mouthful, moaning.

“Is it good?” He asked, smiling.

“It is so good” she grinned and they both ate, talking about general things.

“Do you want to wait for dessert?” Damien asks and Charity finished her final mouthful of dinner.

“You even got me dessert?” She asked softly and he nods.

“Yep, hazelnut and dark chocolate cookie pie” He uttered.

“Lets have cuddles for a while” she nodded, and goes to tidy up but Damien stops her.

“You choose a movie or box set, I will clean up here” He insists and she smiled, he was a sweetheart.

“Are you sure?” Charity asks and he nodded, and she took her wine in the living room, choosing a box set they both loved as he returned to her, and sat with her, they watch a episode before Damien goes to get her a slice of pie, melting chocolate, drizzling it over the pie before bringing it through, and she looked at him, it was a chocolate heaven.

“Oh my god, this is so good” she said and turned to him, “I love you so much, Damien” she breathed and he held her close.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Charity” he whispered, “I love you too, beautiful” he kissed her cheek and the couple continued their perfect evening together.

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snowdxve · 5 years ago

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The Entire History of You

A fanfic based on Episode 3, Season 1 of Black Mirror

Yancy x Reader

Warning: Light gore, Strong language, Alcohol, cheating

Word Count: 2681

A/N: After watching this episode, I had instant inspiration because I love a good tragedy but I did change up a few things. This was really fun to write. This was mostly for fun but now that I read over it there isn’t a lot of detail but I want to get it posted tonight, so I hope you enjoy.

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Technology had developed quickly and a little device that recorded everything you seen or heard was implanted into everyone. This little device was placed behind everyone’s ear so it wasn’t very noticeable unless you were looking closely at it. Yancy had even got one and was excited to show You everything that he had experienced. Yancy couldn’t have been more excited; he was getting out! Today was the day he was allowed to leave the prison he had called home for so long and live out his life outside the walls with You, the love of his life. He walked out of the prison with a smile plastered on his face as he struts happily toward the car. Damien had come to pick up the ex-convict and take him to his new home. Yancy got into the car and greeted Damien with a big hug before pulling the seatbelt over his chest as the drive began.

You had gathered everyone together ready to surprise Yancy on his first day home; You made sure everyone was there! You made cake and gathered in the living room, waiting patiently for Yancy to arrive at the house. Yancy soon walked into the house and looked around the room; his eyes immediately falling on You. His smile fades a bit as he sees another man talking to you. The way the man smiled at you, the way you looked at him made Yancy tense. Something just didn’t feel right. When you turned to him, you kept your smile and walked straight to Yancy, looping your arm with Yancy’s and guiding him into the living room.

“Yancy! Sweetie, it’s so great to have you home.” Yancy looks down at you and smiles as you kiss his cheek. “You remember Wilford and Magnum, right?” You ask as you walk into the living room. Yancy nods a moment as he shakes their hands before turning his attention to the man who had talked to You just moment earlier. “This is Illinois!” You gesture to the man who tips his hat to Yancy and shakes Yancy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, you should do a rewind on the tv so we can see everything.” Illinois offers.

“No, tha’s only for Y/N and I to look over later.” Yancy says calmly as Illinois walks down the hall to the dining room. “Foods ready!” Illinois calls out as Magnum and Wilford cheer and trail behind Illinois into the dining room. Yancy stops you a moment, “Has he always been part of the group?” Yancy asks with a raise of an eyebrow. “I’ll answer questions later, dear. Come on let's go eat.” You walk ahead of Yancy into the dining room and seat yourself towards the end of table. Yancy sits across from you as he puts stuff on his plate and looks across the table at you. Your eyes were trained on Illinois, a smitten smile on your face. Yancy’s heart sank, he remembered how you used to look at him that way. Had this man just come along and stolen the spark?

“This new grain thing is more my style; I can get to rewind and revisit all of my steamy moments.” Illinois chuckles as he looks down the table at You. “Easy,” You giggle out. Yancy watches the interactions quietly as he pokes the food around on his plate, watching everything. When dinner was finally over, Yancy couldn’t stomach the thought of Illinois being anywhere near them; he walks into the living room and sits down, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to relax a moment. You followed close behind, strutting over to Yancy and sitting down on the couch. “I’m so glad to have you home, Yancy.” You coo as you reach over, intertwining your hand with Yancy’s. Yancy pulls his hand away and looks at you.

“So? Has he always been a part of the gang?” Yancy question’s curiously.

“Who?” You turn furrow your brows as you look at Yancy.

“Illinois. Like did he go around giving the girls backrubs? Is he always that, flirtatious?” Yancy clenches his jaw a bit and bites the inside of his cheek.

“My love, stop. I know you got some sort of weird vibe from him and that’s probably because, well Illinois and I had a little fling a long time ago for about a month in Hawaii. I didn’t know you back then so I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” You pick up a wine glass and take a small sip as Yancy sits up in his chair.

“You what? You slept wit him? Well isn't that just amazing!” Yancy shakes his head and lets out a frustrated growl.

“Why does it matter? It was years ago and you didn’t even know me!”

“And I thought that this Mr.Hawaii guy was supposed to be a brilliant man-”

“Why are you so obsessed? It doesn’t matter Yancy, you got this all fucked up!” You cut off Yancy as you pick up your wine glass and make your way to the stairs.

“Oh, I’s fucked up? Well that’s brilliant because sometimes you're a bitch!” Yancy grumbles out. You froze and turned to Yancy with a sad look on your face. “Y/N, I didn’t mean that-” An image of Yancy appeared on the tv screen repeating what You had just heard him say. ‘You’re a bitch.’ played over and over on the tv screen as you made your way up the stairs.

“I said sometimes! You can’t just cut that out, Y/N!” Yancy calls after you.

Moment later, Yancy walks up the stairs into the bedroom with his head down. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just get jealous; I don’t want to lose you. You’re all I got outside of the prison walls.” Yancy sits on the edge of the bed as You cup his cheeks and guide him into a gentle kiss. “It’s okay, Yancy. I understand.” You whisper as you holds him close. Yancy nods slowly before crawling into bed next to you; he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him. You lean into him and close your eyes as you slowly drift asleep. Yancy, however, couldn’t sleep. After everything that had happened that day he found it harder and harder to sleep, so once he was sure that you were asleep; he crept out of bed down to the living room not before pulling a bottle of Jack Daniels out of the fridge. Yancy rewinds his memories on the television screen.

He focused on you and the way you acted. The way you had your attention glued to Illinois. How you laughed at everything he said as if he was some sort of comedian. Yancy fills the glass and take a drink, he replayed and watched the few scenes over and over through the night. When morning rolled around, Yancy was finishing the bottle and a brilliant thought popped into his head. He should go pay a visit to Illinois. Yancy stands and walks out of the house quickly and quietly, starting up the car a warning sign appeared in front of Yancy. “Grain advise you not to drive in these circumstances.” The chip inside his head speaks. Yancy rolls his eyes and starts up the car, “yeah, thanks for that.” He slurs out before backing out of the driveway.

It didn’t take Yancy long to get to Illinois and when he did Illinois walked outside in a robe and boxers. “What do you want convict?” Illinois crosses his arms as Yancy gets out of the car and hugs him.

“Nothing, I just want to come over and say hi!” Yancy says brightly as he stumbles into Illinois house, walking down a long hall way until he reaches the living room, he grabs a bottle of vodka off the table pullng the top off with a loud pop following. He presses the rim to his lips and takes a long drink as he falls back onto the plush cotton couch. “Yancy, you can’t be here. What’s going on? Are you and Y/N bumping heads?” Illinois asks as he puts his hand on his hips. Yancy looks up at Illinois and tilts his head as he tips the bottle back once more.

“No! Y/n and I are fine. I have one question, is this where you rewind your hot and steamy time? Is this where you rewind the hot steamy times with my girl?!” Yancy growls out. Illinois lets out a heavy sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I think you should go.” Illinois walks to Yancy, grabbing his arm but Illinois didn’t get very far before Yancy smacks the bottle against Illinois head. Illinois covers his face and groans in pain before wrapping his rough hands tightly around Yancy’s throat. Yancy, in a struggle to breathe, grabs Illinois by his hair and yanks him back. Illinois and Yancy rolled from the couch the to ground with Yancy, hovering over top of Illinois with his hands around his throat. “I want you to delete them! Every memory you have of Y/N I want you to delete them!” Illinois eyes became a pale white before Yancy grabs the empty vodka bottle and smashes it on the hard-wooden floor, sending bits of glass all over.

“Not on your eyes! On the screen now! If you don’t, I swear I will carve out your throat and I will break all of your fingers! I swear!” Yancy yells as he holds the sharp end of the broken bottle to Illinois throat. He watches the images of each memory show up on the screen. His eyes widen a moment as he took notice of one the timelines. ‘1 month ago’. Yancy’s heart sank as watches all memories being deleted from the screen; First there was sadness then there was boiling anger, Yancy gripped the glass piece a little tighter before plunging the piece of glass deep into Illinois shoulder. Yancy stands and sends his foot into Illinois stomach, causing him to double over in pain as he clutches his shoulder. Illinois laid there crying as Yancy storms out of the house to his car.

In that moment, Yancy was alone what the hell was he going to do now. He put all his trust and hope into You and you had blandly lied and cheated on him. Yancy was stunned; the one person he had changed everything for had done him wrong. Yancy bites his lip as his vision clouded, tears spilled over his eyelids. Hot tears raced down his cheeks as he drove home quickly, regretting that he had ever trusted you.

Yancy walks up the stairs slowly, listening to every step creak quietly under his feet as he walks towards the bedroom; he leans against the doorway and sniffles a bit as he brushes away his tears. “Why did youse lie to me?” Yancy takes a few steps into the room as you sit up from the bed. “What? Yancy, where have you been?” You sit up in the bed concern written all over your face. “You were with him, Y/N. Youse was with him while I sat in tha prison cell and rotted!” Yancy yells. You crawl to the edge of the bed and look up at Yancy, “what are you going on about? I was never with Illinois!” You protest.

Yancy points his rewinder to the tv and his encounter with Illinois plays on the screen. Your eyes widen as you look from the screen to Yancy, “what in the hell have you done?” You whispered in horror. Yancy takes a deep breath as scrolls in on the image. There you were sitting in your bed with the tan colored blanket pulled over your chest, a small smile of satisfaction plastered on your face with the caption 1 month pasted under the picture. “Youse get suspicious and youse thinks youse crazy sometimes but when youse not youse can finally get rid of the shit. It’s like having a rotten tooths really, and when youse get tired of it. You dig out all the shit.” Yancy grumbles out, peering over his shoulder at you.

“Yancy, it was a mistake. It was after that argument we had, you walked away and you didn’t call or even accept my visitations! I went out for a drink with him and we got talking. It shouldn’t have happened.” You sniffled out. Yancy stands up and walks to you, “I wanna see it.” He sniffles out.

“What?” You ask in shock as you look up at the man, his messy raven hair was in all different directions and his face was cherry red from crying. “Youse heard me, I want to sees it!” Yancy says firmly. “I deleted it! I just wanted to forget it.” You sniffled out. Yancy looks down at you and shakes his head, “So it’s just a blank spot on youse timeline? I wanna see it.” Yancy demands. You nod helplessly as you turn and crawl across the bed to the night stand, you grab your small silver remote and freeze as you flick back through memories as quick as you can, hoping to find it and delete it before Yancy would notice.

Yancy crawls over you and grabs the remote harshly from your hand, “Youse not going to delete it now! Stop lying to me, Y/N!” Yancy yells as he looks at the remote. ”Show me, Y/N. I want to see it.” Yancy whimpers out as he stands at the edge of the bed, holding the small remote flat out In his hand. “Show me,” You places your hands on Yancy’s chest and shake your head helplessly. “No, please, Yancy. I love you. Why?” You whimper out as tears stream down your face. Yancy grabs the sides of your head, “Just show me!!” He yells as he pushes you down on the bed hard.

You curl up into a ball, crying as Yancy looms over you. “Look what you’ve done to me!! This isn’t me!! Where do I go now?! How could you do this to me?! To US?! After everything we’ve been through?!” Yancy yells as he tosses the remote on the bed and sits back down in the chair with his hands in his hands. “Play it, please.” Yancy sniffles. You obeyed this time, sitting up shakily and playing the memory on the tv screen while you buried your head into the blankets and sobbed.

Yancy looks away from the screen as his heart breaks a little more. He had so much hope, so much joy to finally have something outside of those prison walls and now it had been mercilessly snatched away from him. Yancy stands and walks out of the room with you tagging behind him quickly. Just as Yancy reached the door, you wrapped your arms around him tightly. You press your head against his back as you cry. “Please, Yancy, don’t go! I love you, please. Please, please.” Yancy had his hand around the doorknob as his head hangs. You knew just how to tug at his heart strings. It reminded him of the first time you had come for a visitation; the way you cried when he was taken away.

Yancy hated seeing you upset; it was his biggest fear. He hated to think of you being alone and on your own. He was weak to you. Yancy turns in your holds and draws you against his chest, closing his eyes as he rest his head on yours. He knew far too well that he wouldn’t give up on you after all he had just gotten out. Things could be repaired, after all he had changed his ways for you. He had fixed himself up mostly, maybe all you needed was someone to lean on and he was there now for you to lean on. Yancy holds you tightly, never wanting to let you go.

Yancy’s dream was chatter when a loud knock sounded from the door. “Yancy! Come out with your hands up!”

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a-singleboat · 5 years ago

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I Didn’t Mean To

Word Count: 1534

A/N: I’m running out of Damien gifs to use, pls send any you’ve noticed I haven’t used

REQUEST: Can you do a Damien x Ian's sister!reader where they have a secret relationships that Damien accidentally exposed it and maybe Ian qnd the rest of the Smosh members - anon

You were on your way back to the office from your lunch break, having taken it alone today due to the fact that all your friends were currently filming a Try Not to Laugh. On your way out, Shayne had asked you to grab him something to eat and Noah soon jumped onto that order. Ian had then asked you to grab him something light to eat as well. Knowing your brother and his proclivity to being constantly overwhelmed by the number of things he had to do, he had probably left his lunch in his fridge at home.

You bumped the handicap button with your hip, seeing as both of your hands were full and walked through the open double doors to the lobby of the building. You strolled up to the front desk and asked if they could send someone from Smosh down to help you out. Roger, your favorite security guard, noticed you there and struck up a conversation with you.

“What’s going on today, Y/n?” he asked, looking through the bags you had put down at his desk. You swatted his hands away from the food and folded over the tops neatly.

“My brother forgot his lunch at home so I thought I’d be a nice baby sister and get him something to eat so he didn’t starve,” you rolled your eyes playfully and chuckled when Roger nodded sagely.

Roger was your favorite for one of two reasons, the first being that he was one of the older guards at fifty-three years of age yet he acted as if he were still in his twenties. The second reason being that whenever his husband made some baked goods, he would always be down to share some with you. You didn’t know if that made him or his husband your favorite person.

You both joked around for a bit more before you heard footsteps approaching Roger’s desk. You span around in the swivel chair Roger had taken from Sharon down the hall to face one Damien Haas standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I was called upon to help with something?” he pulled his hands out of his pockets in time for you to barrel into him with a hug.

You kissed his cheek and then dramatically cried out, “My hero!”

You passed him two of the bags and you yourself held one bag and a drink in your other hand. Roger offered to walk you two to the elevators and buzz you in so that you wouldn’t have to fumble with your ID cards to go back up. You thanked Roger and left him with a promise to come over sometime for dinner again to meet their new puppy.

In the elevator, you could tell something was off with Damien. You poked his side with your elbow, encouraging him to tell you what was bothering him. He bit his lip before turning his body to face you.

“Listen,” he started. “You can’t be mad, but I think Ian knows about us.”

“What?” you blinked a few times. “What do you mean he knows about us? I mean, how did he find out?”

“I didn’t mean to! It just kind of slipped out,” Damien was extremely nervous now, avoiding your eye contact and fidgeting.

You took note of his nervous actions and took the chance to step directly in his line of eyesight. “Damien, it’s alright. I only wanted to keep things quiet until we really figured out what was going on. Back at Defy, there was a strict no-dating between coworkers rule and now we’re at Mythical where not only do we have more creative liberty, there is no no-dating between coworkers rule.”

He stayed quiet, obviously filtering through what you were saying. The elevator reached your floor and you stepped halfway out to prevent the elevator doors from closing. “All I’m saying is that I would really like it if you would be my boyfriend, Damien.”

You left the elevators, heading towards the lounging area where your brother was sure to be. You heard Damien’s quick shuffle quickly catch up to you and soon you were walking side-by-side.

You plastered a smile on your face as you rounded the corner, holding the bag of food up in the air. “I brought back burgers and salads!” you called and the response was immediate. Ian was instantly by your side, taking the bag from your hands and Noah was bouncing toward Damien for one of the bags of food in his hands.

Shayne was the only person to notice what was off with Damien and they disappeared into another room presumably to talk about it. Ian had joined you at the small table in the kitchen of the office. He had his laptop on in front of him and his burger and water bottle next to that.

“Ian,” you gently closed his computer screen. “Maybe it’s time for a break?”

He looked at you and then his laptop and then at his food. He sighed and slid the laptop to the side, pulling the burger in front of him. “You’re right, as always.”

He reached over to take a fry fro your pile and you swatted his hands away from your pile. “Yeah, I’m always right. And I asked you if you wanted fries before you left and you said no.”

“Yeah,” he took a bite of his burger and swallowed. “But I knew you were gonna bring back some fries so I didn’t ask for them!”

The two of you ate in silence, enjoying each other’s company. It was rare that you both sat down for a meal together anymore and honestly, it was something that you should implement more often.

“So,” he took a swig of water. “What’s up with you and Damien?”

You took your time to chew and swallow the fry in your mouth. “What do you mean, ‘What’s up with Damien and me?’”

“I mean, I know the two of you have something going on and I want you to know I have no problems with it at all.”

You pouted, dragging a fry through the ketchup and drawing squiggles on the paper bag with the makeshift coloring utensils. “There’s nothing going on with me and Damien. At least not anymore.”

You said the last part under your breath, hoping that Ian wouldn’t pick up on the bitter note behind your words.

“What do you mean, ‘At least not anymore’?”

You swore under your breath, eating the fry and wiping your hands on a napkin. “You don’t miss anything, do you, asshole?”

“I mean, I have lived with you for roughly twenty years of my life. And, oh, you are my sister, so,” he trailed off, an eyebrow cocked and a knowing look sent in your direction.

“I want to be something more with him, I just don’t know what I am to him.”

“Y/n, you may be my sister and I’m supposed to be the one that’s super against you dating or whatever bullshit, but out of any of your friends, I’d be totally okay with you and Damien.”

“Really?”

He nodded, taking a bite out of his burger. “Unlike that Tyler dude that threw pebbles at my window cause he thought my room was yours.”

You laughed, recounting back to when you were in high school and Tyler Dunham had thrown pebbles at what he thought was your window and instead, getting a very disgruntled Ian having been woken up at three in the morning.

“I mean, as long as you’re okay with it.”

“It only matters if you’re okay with it. It’s your life and not mine,” he wrapped up his trash and stood up to throw his trash away. He grabbed his laptop and pointed at the kitchen door behind you. “I think someone wants to talk to you.”

You turned around to see Damien in the doorway, a nervous smile on his face. He and Ian swapped places, Ian leaving the room and Damien sitting in the chair Ian had been sat in.

“I know that this is probably not the best place to do this but we still have about fifteen minutes of our lunch break and we’re allowed to do what we want during this time and,” he was rambling which was adorable but it was going nowhere.

“Damien, I really like you and I just hope that you like me as well. This doesn’t have to be a formal declaration or anything, we can be in a relationship without having to define the status. I just want to know that you’ll be mine.”

He smiled and all accounts of nervous manner vanishing. “Of course, yes, absolutely.”

You stood up and kissed his cheek before you moved to warp your finished fries and toss them in the trash. He came up behind you and wrapped you in a hug, kissing the side of your head.

“Well, our lunch break is over so that means we have to get back to work.” you both laughed and left the kitchen side by side, arms linked cheesily with the biggest grins plastered on both of your faces.

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rhodesrider · 2 years ago

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Cookie Dough Ice Cream

Platonic!CG!Damian P. x Platonic!CG!Rhea R x Little!Fem! Reader

Warnings: Age regression, SFW, Slight tantrum, crying

Y/N held on to her ear rubbing her earlobe walking down the aisles with her Caregiver Damien. It was his day to grocery shop and Rhea was handling business around town after her gym session. He was looking at the list for everyone’s items and he was confused by some. “Finn wanting all this red meat, and I thought I was a cannibal sweetie.” He smirked and looked at Y/N as she was looking at the ice cream. “Papa! Cookie!” She pouted wanting the Cookie dough ice cream. “After we get the actual food baby.” He smiled and continued getting the meat from the other side of the aisle.

She blinked very confused. Rhea let her get her ice cream now and still is able to get the food they need. “But papa mama gets it now…” she voice as she went to the handle of the fridge. “Now I would hate to start counting and letting mama know about your behavior.” Y/N looked around thinking that was someone else she’s never heard Damien’s voice like that and it terrified her. Rhea was honest more the enforcer and handled Y/N when she would be bad but Damien would be the sweet caregiver and spoiled Y/N rotten. But today isn’t much of a day for that.

Damien’s not in the mood.

“Now back to my side. And don’t let go of the cart handle.” He said sternly not even looking at Y/N. She whimpered and did so not wanting trouble keeping her head down rubbing her ear again. Damien continued to get the vegetables next looking at the mixed ones side eyeing Y/N some as she was looking around but with her hand on the cart. He felt bad not wanting to have that tone with her but he needed to get stuff done. “Papa im hungry…” she mumbled. “When we get home I’ll cook up dinner and we can eat.” He said. Rhea always got something small for Y/N to snack on because dinner would take a while. “Mama gets me some apple slices and chips…” she mumbled and Damien started to get irritated. Even thou Rhea was the stern one, she still spoiled Y/N the same just not as much. “Well sweetie mama isn’t here and I said you have to wait ok? I won’t take long.” He sighed.

Y/N started to bite her nails, Rhea would have did this and did that started to get on Damien’s nerves. He saw the next ingredients and went ahead but he wasn’t paying attention as the toy aisle came up. Y/Ns eyes lit up seeing that they stocked more monster high dolls and squishmellos. “Papa! They have the Christmas squishy and I want another doll please!” She let go of the cart and zoomed to the stuffed animals. “Baby wait we can get that after-“ Hearing those words set Y/N off. “I want it now pal please…” she begged. “I said no not now.” He took the squish away putting it back and turned around seeing Y/N gone. He groaned irritated a bit but kept his cool taking the cart and looking around for her.

He looked around in the small clothing area, knowing she can hide anywhere. Soon he heard a small theme song go off, her bluey watch. He followed the sound and moved back some clothes seeing a crying little holding a monster high doll. She backed in the clothes some, her eyes showing fear. Damien didn’t want this, her being scared of him. “Pumpkin…” he sighed. “I’m sorry papa please don’t tell mama…” she sniffled holding the toy more starting to cry. “Come out sweetie.” He sighed. She came out from the clearance clothes and gave him the doll. “So. We aren’t gonna get this now. I’m sorry sweetie but I don’t appreciate how you acted towards me just now. Not today ok?” She grew silent and sniffled.

“And…I’m gonna have to tell mama what’s been up with you.”

The drive home was silent and as they popped through the door, Y/N ran upstairs and closed her door waiting for Rhea to come home.

Rhea was listening to music humming and walking in tossing her gym bag in the laundry room and sees Damien starting dinner. “Hey D! Where’s lil one?” She asked grabbing some water but looked at him seeing his face. “She’s upstairs waiting for you.” Rhea blinked confused. “I need to tell you about how she’s been acting today.”

Y/Ns’ heart dropped as she heard her door open. She was hiding in the closet. Holding her squish tight starting to cry. “Babygirl…” Rhea called knowing she was in the closet. “Come on out here baby. Mama needs a word.” She sighed. Y/N slowly came out, her eyes bloodshot red and she was in a hoodie, Damien’s hoodie. “Come sit sugar.” She gave a warning smile and watched Y/N sit down and kept her eyes to the floor. “Now, why were we acting up in the store baby?” She gave a low voice making it comfortable for her. “I just wanted ice cream…” Y/N mumbled and sniffled more. “I heard, it’s your favorite.” Rhea placed her hand on Y/Ns. “I was hungry too..” she shook and Rhea continued listening. “I didn’t mean to run away from him…” her tears fell she hid her face right in Rheas side. Rhea held her close smiling. “I know you didn’t. But baby you gotta realized that Damien’s word is as powerful as mine.” She explained. “Remember when mama said she can take down villages when she talks?” Y/N nodded. Y/N knows that her mamas sliver tongue can take down anyone without her laying a finger. “Well bumblebee, papas word takes down Empires. Some even say fight gods.” Y/Ns eyes lit up in amazement, who knew her papa was that powerful. “So when he saids something in a low voice he needs you to listen, you know we try our best to make sure you’re ok. That you have anything you want. In return, we ask for patience.” Y/N nodded. “He was gonna get you the ice cream, the food you wanted and that doll, probably even more but you made him a bit upset.” Rhea explained and cleaned Y/Ns face. “Come on. Let’s go talk to papa.”

Damien fixing the rest of the food and loaded the plates. Y/N walked down stairs with Rhea. “Papa…” Y/N mumbled and Damien turned around looking at her. “Babygirl. I wanna apologize to you..” Y/N stopped and tears started to fall. “I should have been a bit more clear and not been so mean. Papa was having a bit of a bad day..” he sighed. Soon he was attacked with a hug, Y/N sobbing in his chest. “Papa I’m sorry! I’ve been bad! Please please don’t be mad at me!” Rhea smiles seeing her little family saying sorry for each of their actions. “You still hungry baby girl?” He asked fixing her hair. She nodded and received a kiss on the forehead. “Well, papa made your favorite.” He smiled. Her eyes went straight to the pot as she saw the homemade spaghetti rest easy. “Getti!!” She giggled as she went to the table. Damien fixed the last plate setting them on the table and gave her a side of cool apple slices. “And after you finish, if you have room. Mama can fix us some ice cream.” Rhea kissed Y/Ns forehead giggling. “Cookies?”

“Cookies.”

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qualityjoonie · 5 years ago

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Ruby Red (BTS)

Ruby Red (BTS) by hazeljrz

— human OT7 X Vampire female reader

— warnings: blood, bombs, fighting, mentions of abuse, use of swear words, same sex kissing, undressing, mild smut

— fluff, angst, mild smut

A/N : hi so this is my very first writing and I’m excited to do this as I have been thinking of making fnafiction for over a year. I know I’m not the greatest at writing but hopefully you guys are able to like this series. Please help me out if you see that my story is similar to another authors story. I have no intention of plagiarizing someone’s work for my own success. If you see that my story is similar to another authors, please comment or message me privately :))

P.S. The characters used in this stories are use for imaginative scenes and in no way act like they act in real life. It is use for a fictional case and a parody case

Word count : 1.2k

part one

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Glass shattering. Echoes of screams were heard around the mansion. All the human servants were used to the screams of the two current elite vampires. They resumed their job of cleaning the broken porcelain on the ground and continue to wipe the alcohol from the wall. The atmosphere was all too familiar to them. They took pity towards you for having to deal with a fiancé that was trying to take the throne for his favor. They can physically feel the pain that you feel from being abused by your betrothed fiancé . They stood with you trying to take care of your wounds every time you get hit. They knew by the time the yelling will end, there will be more work to be done up in the master bedroom.

Blood embodied the room and your clothing. Deep cuts were seen on Damien’s, your fiancé, face. His clothes were torn up and his right hand was white from clenching too hard on the broken beer glass, breaking it more. You stood with a busted lip, bruises on the side of your stomach, and your right eye swollen from the left handed punch that Damien hit you. Both your red ruby eyes were currently having a stare off. No one dared to move, knowing the next small movement would start another fight between you both.

The tension soon calm down as an hour of staring each other down came to an end. Damien was the first to move, “I’m sorry babe, I was hungry, you know? I shouldn’t have tried to bite one of our peasant servants.” Damien words had no effect on you. You were used to his half-ass excuses. He can never persuade you to agree on his side and he knew it too. He was simply a vampire that wanted what he wanted.

You stared down at him again with your normal eye color coming back as your vampire senses calmed down. “You know I gave those servants a drink that will protect them from us. Don’t act so oblivious and understand that they will always be off our menu,” you snapped. Damien rolling his eyes vanished in front of your eyes to God knows where. You cared less of his actions and went straight down stairs to help the maids and butlers from the mess you and Damien left.

As you walked downstairs, you took pity on the servants for having to deal with your forced relationship with another elite vampire. You hated being forced to marry another vampire from the same status. He was vowed to protect and love you the day you both were arranged to meet. Arriving to the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and acquired a blood bag. You energy was low from having to fight and use your power while dealing with Damien. As you drank the red substance, your once swollen lips came back to its normal size. You were able to open your eye more from having blood in your system again.

Noticing the sun was rising from the glass window, you knew you needed to find a way out to escape your doomed fate. As you continued to suck the blood, you stared at the enchanted ring on your left hand protecting you from the sun. A plan quickly took your brain and you rushed to get changed. From ripped clothes, you changed into a white dress shirt with a black skirt. Knee high black heels were used in your outfit and you arranged your hair in a half up and half down style. You used your vampire speed and you were finally staring at the front door of one of the greatest witches in the world.

Knocking with much power, the door dented a bit and returned to its normal state once the witch opened the door. Irene, one of your greatest friends, stood behind the door. She knew that with the attire you were wearing, you were visiting on a serious note. “Come on in (Y/N), I understand from the skirt and heels that you're planning to change something from your life,” Irene said as she gestured you inside.

You stared around the house and looked for a place to sit while Irene was chanting a soundproof spell to prevent anyone from listening from the outside. As you both settled down and said greetings to each other, Irene immediately asked what she needed to do. “I need your help to make a replicate body of mine and have it dead. I cannot stand my life and I need to leave this all behind. I need to be dead to be forgotten,” Irene eyes popped open from the task you asked her. “It needs to be a suicide scene. If it looks like I was murdered, my family will keep searching for the murderer.” Irene smiled towards you and guided you toward one of her rooms in the back of the house.

You followed her into a pitch black room. As the door closed behind you, candles lit up by themselves around a table in the middle. “(Y/N) to be able to summon your plan, I have to acquire greater power. A ritual is needed to be able to help you,” Irene explain as she held your hand and set you on the cold hard wood table. As you laid down, Irene stared at a scroll in her hands. Her brown eyes turned lavender and she gave you her attention. “ Follow my actions and my lead and the ritual will be successful,” Irene’s explained as she glanced towards you. You nod with understanding. Irene sat you up and moved to where you look at her.

She started by leaning and engulfing your mouth with hers. You followed her and kissed back. As you were both were making out, Irene started taking off your clothes. You groaned when your breasts were exposed. Irene started taking off her pieces of clothing and you pulled down your skirt with your panties on one go. Your heels were gone and you both were on the table making out. As Irene pulled back, she fetched a dagger. Turning to you, Irene stuck out her hand and dragged the dagger across the surface of her palm. Blood rushing out from her hand landed on your stomach and breast. Immediately your ruby eyes returned along with your fangs from the sight of the Irene’s blood. She grabbed your palm and dragged it. You hissed in pain but your hissing was interrupted from Irene kissing you. Both your red blood turned darker until the point it was the blackest of the black. Irene put the blood around you and her and she stared at the wall, her lavender eyes glowing and became white. A sudden pain was felt on your body as you shaked uncontrollably. The candles blew out one by one until the room was dark again. Your body stopped shaking.

You felt Irene fall on the side and the candles were lit once again. Irene stood up, her eyes going back into their original chocolate color. “You did well.” Irene said as she started to clean herself up. You took a towel from her began to wipe your body. After putting the garments back on, you saw a body with your similar form on the floor next to the table. You turned to Irene who nodded her head, proving that your idea was correct.

“Now lets get to the suicide spot.” Irene grinned.

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Thank you for reading. Hopefully you like this first chapter of the series.

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mrswalkerwritesagain · 6 years ago

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April Fool’s Day - Damien x Gabi

Book: Perfect Match Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Damien/MC Characters: Damien Nazario, Gabi Park Word Count: ~1,900

Author’s Notes: I challenged myself to a little springtime themed fic series this month. Hope you enjoy the first installment!

As Damien turns the water off and steps out of the shower, a stray cluster of shampoo bubbles runs down his face and into his left eye.

“Damn it!” Damien winces and squeezes his eye shut. “Ow…ow…ow…”

Reaching for a towel, Damien fumbles along the towel bar but doesn’t find what he’s looking for. Risking the soapy sting in his eye, Damien squints to see that, sure enough, the towel he’s positive he hung up before he got in the shower is gone.

“What the hell?” Damien grumbles. Crouching, he digs around in the cabinet under the sink, but once again he comes up empty. There’s not even a washcloth.

“Gabi!” he yells. “Where the hell are the towels?”

The bathroom door opens and his live-in girlfriend’s cheerful face peeks around it.

“What was that, darling?”

“Where the hell are the towels?” he repeats. “Did you suddenly develop a desire to do a load of laundry first thing on a Monday morning?”

“Are they not in the cabinet?” Gabi asks in a suspiciously innocent tone. Damien’s eyes narrow as he turns to look up at her. Gabi’s brow is furrowed with confusion, but it’s the look in her eyes and slight upturn of the corner of her lips that gives her away.

“Gabi,” Damien warns as he stands. Any semblance of innocence melts away from her features, replaced with a devious smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to stay like that today. Oh well,” Gabi’s eyes slide down his body in a heated way that almost derails Damien’s annoyance…almost.

“Gabi! Where are they?” Damien stalks toward her and Gabi mirror his strides as she backs up into the bedroom. She’s still wearing an infuriating little smile on her face, clearly quite proud of herself.

“Gabriela…” he growls and she laughs until he lunges toward her. Shrieking, she tries to dart away, but he feints left before going right and catching Gabi around her waist. Damien pulls her tight against his still dripping wet body and tackles her to the bed.

“No! I just got dressed!” Gabi laughs as she squirms beneath him.

“Tough,” Damien grins down at her. “You steal my towel, you become my towel.”

“I have to go to work! My first appointment is in like half an hour!”

“Then tell me where they are, woman!” Damien catches Gabi’s hands and pins them above her head. Bowing his head, he lets his lips hover just above hers and whispers, “I have ways of making you talk, you know, and they’re guaranteed to make you late for work.”

Damien presses his hips into hers and Gabi lets out a soft gasp. He kisses her hard and demanding until they break apart, gasping for breath.

“Where are they?” he asks again and Gabi blinks slowly as though coming out of a daze before she answers.

“Uh…um…oh, they’re under the bed.”

Damien grins victoriously and drops another quick kiss on the tip of Gabi’s nose. He climbs off the bed and kneels beside the bed, finally finding every towel they own in a jumbled pile. Pulling one out, he knots it around his waist and slicks back his wet hair while Gabi stands and and straightens her wrinkled and slightly damp clothes.

“Want to explain the great towel caper of 2019?” Damien asks her.

“April Fool’s!” Gabi beams at him.

“Oh, god,” he groans, “not again. You didn’t get enough perverse pleasure out of pranking me last year?”

“Nope! And I’m upping my game this year,” Gabi slaps his ass as she passes him and breezes out of the bedroom. “Stay on your toes today, Nazario.”

“I hate this. You’re the worst!” Damien calls after her, already dreading what else she has in store for him.

“Love you too, baby! See you later!”

The front door slams behind Gabi and Damien goes about getting ready for his day. He cautiously tests his shaving cream, hair gel, and toothpaste in the sink before using any of them. Last year, she managed to sneak dye into his hair gel and he’d wound up with green hands and hair for the entire rest of the week.

Having survived or avoided any bathroom sabotages, Damien strides into the kitchen and stops in his tracks. The pink and orange Dunkin’ Donuts box on the counter looks innocent and most days a box of donuts would just be a thoughtful treat from his beloved girlfriend. Today, however, he regards it with the same mistrust he would a land mine.

Snatching a pair of tongs from the utensil drawer, Damien quickly flips the box open and then jumps back, ducking before something can jump out at him. But nothing happens and Damien breathes a sigh of relief. Inside, there’s an array of filled donuts and Damien’s suspicion flares up once again again. He takes out one of the chocolate frosted confections and rips it in half. The filling looks like cream, but….dipping a finger into the cream, he tastes it and gags.

“Mayonnaise? Seriously?”

Damien sets the donut on the counter and snaps a quick pic that he texts to Gabi.

D: Is nothing sacred? What am I supposed to have for bfast? G: Made you a smoothie. Check fridge. Enjoy! D: I need real food. Not fruit juice. G: Smoothie is real food and better for your cholesterol, old man. D: You’re the worst. G: Love you too. Client’s here. Talk later!

Sighing heavily, Damien retrieves the so-called breakfast from the fridge and he manages to choke it down as he takes the subway to his office. The rest of his day is spent dealing with Gabi’s inconvenient little pranks. He gets to his office to find she’s covered his desk and chair with pictures of Nicolas Cage. He assumes this is some kind of meme that he doesn’t understand. When he finally unearths his desk from the Cages, he finds that she’s jammed most of his drawers shut. She changed the password on his computer to GabiParkIsTheBestGirlfriendEver. The only reason he figured it out was because she finally gave a clue that simply said My official title. Halfway through the day as he came back from lunch, he noticed that she’d messed with his listing on the building’s directory so instead of Nazario Investigations, it said Damien Nazario: Private DICK.

“I knew knew I never should have given her a key,” Damien grumbles as he fusses with the little plastic pieces on the letter board. When he tries to text her about it, his phone just keeps autocorrecting every other word he tries to write to I love Gabi Park.

It’s almost 6PM and Damien thinks he’s survived most of Gabi’s pranks when his office phone rings and a frantic man begs Damien to meet with him. He speaks with a heavy, indiscernible accent and tells Damien a sob story about a missing boyfriend. Business has been good since everything went down with Eros, but Damien is still in no position to turn down work so he takes the job and promises to meet the guy in an hour.

“Hey,” Damien calls Gabi as he heads uptown to the swanky hotel his client requested to meet at, “I got a case. I’m not going to make it home until late.”

“What? No!” Gabi pouts on the other end of the line.

“I know, I know,” Damien sighs, “I’m probably keeping you from pulling a hundred more pranks on me.”

“That’s not it,” Gabi says. “Between your work and my helping Nadia and Steve with their new party planning/catering thing, we haven’t had a night together in a couple weeks, Damien. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby, and I believe me, I’d much rather spend the night with you doing all sorts of things showing you just how much I’ve missed you, but…”

“A job is a job,” Gabi says with a sigh. “I get it. It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry,” Damien apologizes. Even when she drives him crazy, Gabi is the most important person in the world to him, the love of his life, and the girl of his dreams. He hates disappointing her. “I’m meeting this guy at a hotel to get the details and then I’ll hightail it back to you as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay. Be safe. I love you.”

“I will. Love you too.”

The April wind is still carrying a sharp winter chill and by the time Damien steps into the hotel lobby, he’s shivering and his face feels frozen and numb and he’s feeling more eager than ever to get home to Gabi. He strides across the lobby to the hotel’s bar. It’s a dimly lit, almost romantic little spot with velvet sofas and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It’s also completely empty.

“Son of bitch,” Damien curses and pulls out his phone to call the client. He’s scrolling through his contacts when he senses someone behind him .

“April Fool’s, Mr. Nazario.”

He turns around and there she is. Damien’s mouth goes dry and he swallows hard looking her up and down. Her hair is curled and falls in violet waves over her bare shoulders and neck. Her dress is black lace with a deep revealing neckline. It’s incredibly short, incredibly tight and leaves nothing to his imagination. He knows every inch of her body and seeing her fills him with the desire to explore them anew. In one of her hands, she holds a glass of amber liquid.

“Gabi…wow…you look…I mean…Jesus, woman…”

Gabi laughs softly at his reaction and then offers him a whiskey and he throws it back in one swallow.

“I take it you like this prank?” Gabi trails her hand up his chest and shoulder to the nape of his neck. She looks up at him from under her lashes, eyes dark with heat and sparkling with amusement.

“Uh, yeah, that’s an understatement,” he wraps his arm around her, hand tightening on her waist as he pulls her against him. “How’d you do it?”

“A little help from a voice-changer thingy Sloane came up with. Please, man, I gotta know where he is! I’m going crazy,” Gabi repeats the words that Damien’s “client” had spoken to him on the phone earlier and he shakes his head.

“You really got me, babe. I honest to god thought I was coming here for a job.”

“Oh, Damien,” Gabi gives him a sultry smile and leans close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers in a breathy voice, “you are here for a job…only I’m the one who’ll be doing it.”

Damien turns his head and catches Gabi’s lips in a long, deep kiss, not caring a wit that they’re in public, even as Gabi slides her hand down his back to grasp his ass and pull him even more tightly against her body. He moans against her lips and slides his tongue against hers.

“You’re the best,” Damien pants when they finally break apart, gazing down at the amazing, infuriating, wonderful, beautiful woman in his arms.

“Oh, I know.”

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irronstarkss · 6 years ago

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He’s targeting you, Morgan,” Hotchner warned him, eyes set and cold, “and he will not let up until you break.”

“With all due respect, Hotch,” Derek looked up at his superior and pursed his lips, “I will not break.”

“You don’t know that, Derek,” he said, eyes trained on the agent’s face, “I’ve experienced the lengths they will go to. I know what his kind is capable of. You put him away, so he wants his vengeance. And that means starting with whatever you hold dear.”

Morgan stayed silent, crossing his arms and clenching his jaw. He knew what Hotch meant, he understood every word that came out of his mouth, but he didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that it could be true. That meant that Morgan could be one-upped, that he could be beat.

“Has he tried contacting you? Usually this kind of unsub will call, text, or even mail something to you.”

“No, nothing,” Morgan moved forward and sat down in a chair in front of Hotch’s desk.

“Has he tried contacting y/n? Has she told you about anything strange?”

Derek shook his head, swallowing hard. What if he went after her? What was Derek going to do then? What was he supposed to do if he killed her? So help him God, if that man ever laid a finger on y/n, that would be the last thing he ever did.

“Morgan, if any type of contact ever happens, you have to let me know. Until then, we have to find out what we can, see if we can catch him before it’s gotten too far.”

Morgan just nodded, standing from the chair and wishing Hotch a good night. As he left the office, he pulled out his phone and dialed y/n’s number, putting it to his ear and listening to the dial tone. It took a few rings before she finally picked up, and when she did, Morgan let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, “Hey, baby girl.”

“Hey, handsome,” she said, a smile evident in her voice, “where you at?”

“I’m leavin’,” he said, letting out a sigh, “everything okay at home?”

“Yeah, Clooney is goin’ a little stir crazy without you bein’ around, but, everything’s good. Why, what’s up?”

“I,” Morgan started. He stopped himself when he realized that he couldn’t lie to her, couldn’t keep this from her like that. She needed to know so that if anything were to happen, she could warn him. “I’ll explain it all when I get home. What’d you make for dinner tonight?”

“Your favorite,” she said, giggling a little at something else on her side of the phone.

“Say no more, I’m on my way. See you soon, baby girl. Love you,” he smiled, grabbing his jacket from his chair.

“Love you too, D, get home safe,” she pulled away from the phone and ended the call.

Derek walked down to his car and pressed the unlock button on his keys, climbing in and shutting the door. As he put the key in the ignition and started the engine, buzzing filled his ears. He flipped up the phone and saw the caller ID – just a number with a DC area code.

He silenced the call and shook his head, pulling out of the parking garage and getting lost in his thoughts as he drove home. He couldn’t stop thinking about the unsub – Rodrick Freeman, a serial killer with a demented motive to kill any and all couples who came across his path. In his life, the man had never been able to keep a partner, couldn’t even sustain a relationship to the second date.

This, along with the stressor of losing his last family members, brought him to the idea that the only way for him to get off, to get the attention he felt he deserved, was to kill. He started with older, married couples, then slowly moved his way down the spectrum to people who were practically on their first date.

Morgan was the one who caught him all those years ago. Morgan was the one who tackled him, saved a woman who he was about to shoot, and ultimately stopped him from killing ever again. After that, Freeman was the last thing on Derek’s mind. He met y/n maybe six or seven months later, got with her within the year, and they hadn’t broken up since.

In fact, it got more and more serious. Y/n lived with him, bore an engagement ring on her finger, and was the most important thing in Derek’s life, alongside his sisters and his mom. He cherished that woman with everything in him, and it pained his heart and mind to even think about her being hurt.

He shook his head and pulled into his driveway, turning off the car and heading into the house. He opened the front door, being greeted by his dog at the entrance, and hearing her voice come from the kitchen, “Derek, baby, that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me, sweetheart,” he closed the door and locked it, setting his keys down in the basket and walking into the kitchen to where she was. His arms wrapped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder, giving a small kiss to her neck before sighing in content. “How was your day, baby girl?”

“Good, kinda boring,” she answered, scraping at the hamburger meat in the pan, “Kyra bothered Josh about getting together again, Emily wouldn’t stop talking about her mom, Damien and Meg broke up – again. Basically same old, same old.”

“Wait, again? Thought they never got back together,” he said, side of his mouth coming up in confusion.

“So did everyone else in the office, but apparently not,” she turned off the stove and then turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. “She’s crazy, Der, I swear. And that man is no good for her, and everyone tells her that. But does she listen? Hell no.”

Derek laughed, kissing her lips and shaking his head, “Who would’ve thought that working with paralegals was so… drama filled?”

“Tell me about it,” she rolled her eyes, then let her palms rest on his biceps, “so, tell me about your day. How’s the BAU team?”

Derek felt himself stiffen, and he knew that y/n had noticed as soon as he did. Her eyebrows drew together and her fingers pressed a little into his arms, her own way of showing silent worry. “An unsub resurfaced,” he said quietly, “one that I put away a while ago.”

“Oh?” She was intrigued, still staring up at him with concerned and curious eyes.

“Yeah. He was a rough one. Serial killer that killed any couples he found, no matter how far along they were in their relationship,” he paused, watching the cogs in her head turn.

“Did he have a bad history with relationships? Maybe a guy with a quick temper and no types of attention or love?”

Derek pulled away from her for a moment, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, and offering her a something. She nodded, Derek pulling out her drink and handing it to her before he took a swig of his own. “Exactly that. But, anyway, he started targeting this one couple, showed up to their house. But we saw it coming. We got to the house just after he had, and got in just in time for him to tie them up and, uh, start his torture.

“So, I got in there as fast as I could, tackled him, and got the couple out of there safe. Guy got arrested, sentenced to forty years and after that, I just forgot about him.”

“But, what?” She asked, pushing off the stove and taking a drink of her beverage, “Why is he coming back up?”

“He’s out,” Derek said, looking at y/n with a defeated stare, “and he’s, uh, he’s after me.”

Y/n froze, blinking and starting to shake her head, “I-I don’t, I don’t understand. What do you mean, after you?”

Derek cleared his throat, “He killed someone, left a message for me at the scene. Hotch said that this kind of unsub would do anything to get what he wants, and that’s me.”

Y/n sat back, looking at Derek, then down at the floor, “Goddamn.” Her voice was a whisper, a tone of shock, disbelief, and fear lacing her words. “So,” she swallowed, “so what do we do?”

“Nothing,” he crossed his arms, setting down his water, “we do nothing.”

“Nothing? How can we do nothing, Derek? This man, he’s, he’s after you! We can’t just sit around and wait for him to act on you!” Her chest started heaving, and she looked like she was about to cry, “I can’t just let something like that happen to you, Derek. I can’t lose you because of some son of a bitch like him.”

“Baby, hey,” he pushed off the counter, reaching out and pulling her against his chest. Her hands rested against his shoulders, and Derek felt more helpless than he ever had in that moment. “I won’t let him hurt me. I won’t let him do anything to you, to me, to anyone else, okay beautiful? I won’t let it happen.”

She looked up, “Promise me that, Derek.”

He put his fingers underneath her chin, rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone, “I promise you, baby girl. I promise.”

She nodded, then sighed, wiping at her eyes and then smiling, “Okay, okay. How about we eat?”

Derek nodded, kissing her lips softly, then her forehead. “I could eat.”

The rest of the night, they did their best to avoid the subject. By the time the two were in bed, the conversation was in the back of their minds. Derek held y/n against his bare chest, Clooney at their feet, and they fell asleep.

The next morning, Morgan woke up to a cold side of the bed. He groaned, cracking one eye open and looking toward the bathroom. He could see her in there, standing in her bra and a pair of pants. Her hair was semi-wet, and Derek realized that he loved the sight of her getting ready in the morning. “Baby girl?”

She turned to him, “Morning, handsome. There’s still another couple hours before you have to wake up.”

He turned, looking at the clock beside his bed. There was a few hours until he had to get up, but why was she up this early? “Why you up, then? Don’t you go in later than I do?”

“Oh, yeah,” she put in an earring, looking back at the mirror, “got called in early today. Something about Anders needing a hand with a new employee? Didn’t know we were hiring, but I figured why not, right?”

Derek closed his eyes and nodded, his forearm falling over his face, “Ah, okay. I’m gonna go back to sleep, baby. Let me know when you leave?”

“Yeah,” she said. Derek fell back to sleep, waking up a little bit later to her kissing his forehead and wishing him a good day. “Love you, be safe.”

He mumbled back an I love you, too before he went back into his slumber. And, for the last time, he woke up to his alarm going off. He pulled out of bed, rubbing at his chest and stretching out his arms before going through his morning routine, and leaving for work.

His day went by like a blur, beginning in DC and ending in DC, filled with paperwork and random facts from Reid about various Russian historical practices and facilities. As he left the building, calling y/n and checking in with her (like he always did), and heading down to his car, he got a call from the same number as yesterday.

His brows furrowed at the number on the screen, so he answered it, “Hello?”

“Derek,” a man’s voice came into his ear, “SSA Derek Morgan. How are you, old friend?”

Derek looked around him, “Who is this?”

“Who do you think?”

“Freeman,” his jaw clenched, and he let out an angry breath. “What the hell do you want?”

“It’s not about what I want, Morgan. It’s about who,” Morgan could hear the sadistic smile in his voice.

Morgan stayed silent, choosing to listen to the man.

“That who, Morgan. She’s beautiful, wouldn’t you agree?”

“No, no, you stay away from her, you hear me? Stay away,” Morgan gripped the phone tighter, climbing into his car and starting the engine.

“I haven’t done anything yet, Derek,” he spoke. “But, rest assured, I will. If this is the reaction I get by even mentioning her, man, what would happen if I actually touched her? If I made her–”

“Stop. Don’t you say another goddamn word, you son of a bitch,” Morgan was angry. Furious. He couldn’t contain the emotions, couldn’t keep himself calm, “You stay the hell away from her, stay the hell away from me.”

The line went dead as soon as Derek’s sentence ended, and he let out a grunt as he threw his phone into the passenger seat. He raced home, whipping into the driveway and practically jogging to the door. It was opened, slightly ajar, and that sent Derek’s heart soaring. His hand went to his gun, pulling it from the clip and raising it.

He walked in, “Y/n? Baby, you here?”

“Derek? That you?” He heard her voice, traveling from their bedroom upstairs. His eyebrows furrowed and he ran up the stairs, looking down the hallway and seeing their bedroom door open.

He walked quickly to the room, gun pointed upward. As he walked in, he saw her standing by the bed, laundry in her hands. She was folding a pair of her shorts, and she almost screamed whenever she looked up to see his gun. “Derek, woah, it’s just me. Put the gun down, baby.”

Derek sighed, placing the gun back in its holster and looking back up at her, “Why’s the front door open?”

“Open? I don’t know,” she let the shorts fall from her hands and land on the bed. “I didn’t hear anything in the house. I’m okay.”

Rubbing his hand across his face, he shook his head and laid on the bed in front of him. He looked up at the ceiling, and whispered, “Y/n, I’m scared.” It was like admitting a fault, a sin, but he couldn’t help it. He had to be honest with her, honest with himself. He was beyond terrified that Freeman was going to do something to her.

“Derek, talk to me,” she said, putting down the laundry and sitting beside him on the bed.

“This unsub, y/n,” he sighed, “he– he’s taunting me. He’s taunting me with you, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Hey, look at me, Derek,” she gently turned his chin to her, “look at me. I’m okay, I’m right here, and I’m okay.”

Derek nodded, pulling her to his chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead. There were a few moments of silence, tense yet comforting silence, before she let out a sigh and said, “Now, you wanna help me with this laundry?”

Laughing, he nodded and then remembered the door downstairs, “Two seconds. Let me go get the door, I’ll be right back.”

Pulling himself up from the bed, he smiled as her hand slid away from his chest and he walked downstairs. Clooney greeted him at the base of the stairs and he gave a quick scratch to the dog’s ears before looking back up at the door.

It was closed.

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frogocado · 7 years ago

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Take Care of Me (Damien Haas x Reader)

You and Damien have been hanging out ever since you joined the Smosh crew four weeks ago. While your friendship has been mostly platonic, you get wasted at a party and being the only person who isn’t drunk, Damien drives you home to take care of you.

I started this about a week and a half ago and it turned into something cuter than I had planned. Alcohol is one of the main themes in this! If you become uncomfortable at any point, please don’t feel like you have to keep reading. I still love you.

“Surprise!” Everyone shouted as you entered Shayne’s apartment. You let out a screech, eyes wide as you looked at everyone.

“Drop it, drop it!” Shayne shouted to Damien, who pulled a string that dropped a sloppily written banner. “Happy 1 Month at Smosh, Y/N.” You had exclusively asked for this to not happen, knowing the same stunt had been pulled for all of the new recruits as the company grew. It was seen as a way of helping everyone feel welcome, but surprises were as scary to you as jump scares.

You tried to turn around and hide your face, but Boze’s arm slung over your shoulder and steered you to face the group again. She had told you that Damien and Shayne had wanted some Scrabble revenge from your weekly game night two nights before. Despite being upset with her for setting you up, you were always down for anything when she was by your side. She was your best friend in the office, hands down, always building each other up to do more and more silly things to cheer everyone up around the office. You felt yourself slowly turning red as everyone clapped and whooped for you. “Speech, speech, speech!”

You covered your face as everyone quieted down. “Thanks for coming, I-I think,” you began, uncovering your eyes with a warm hand. Boze pretended to hold a microphone in front of you and you looked around at everyone, trying to find Joe’s face. “This wasn’t in my contract,” you said finally and everyone began to cheer and clap again.

You felt like you blinked and suddenly you were in the kitchen with Boze, Matt Raub, and Shayne as they poured shots for you to share. You had known from previous parties that this was what they did to get them all to a slight tipsy, but you weren’t as prepared. It had been a while since you had gotten drunk and by your third, you were already at your limit. Somehow, a beer had entered your hand and was halfway gone and you milled around the apartment, feeling much better about the surprise now that you were close to being wasted.

"Thanks for organizing this,” you said to Shayne, standing on your toes to hug your friend close after finishing your second round of Mario Kart with Damien, Sarah, Noah, and Keith.

“Oh, it wasn’t just me,” he said, nudging his head toward Damien. “He planned most of it.”

“You did?” You drawled to Damien, giving him a hug as well.

He laughed sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as you stepped down to look at him. “Yeah, you know. You’re my friend and when Boze told me how angry you would be about surprises, I figured I’d pitch in to make it sort of okay.”

You pulled back to squint at him, as if forcing your eyes to focus would help you be at least a little bit more sober for this exchange to save a bit of professionalism. You felt a burp coming on and excused yourself, getting into the bathroom only milliseconds before you got sick.

You heard a knock on the door before it opened and Boze knelt down next to you. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Drank too much,” you murmured as she collected your hair to move it out of your face with one hand, her other rubbing your back soothingly.

“You lightweight,” she teased lightly before leaning out into the hallway to call Joe over.

The two of them talked in soft voices before you saw Joe leave, going back into the main room. “Joe’s trying to see who can drive you home. Sorry you got wasted during your surprise party,” Boze said as she gently helped you to your feet, searching for a spare toothbrush in Shayne’s bathroom.

You swayed, holding the sink for support. Damien appeared in the doorway, looking worried. He winced when he saw the contents in the toilet. “Oh, gross.” He noticed the toothbrush Boze had found and knocked it out of her hand, forcing the flush lever down before either of you could react. “Don’t use that one, it’s Shayne’s!”

Boze put up her hands defensively, giggling a little bit. “Yo, Y/N, imagine if you had brushed your gross puke teeth with Shayne’s toothbrush. Your friendship would be super over.” The two of you began to laugh as you imagined it before your swaying brought everyone back to reality.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Damien said, his hand gently on your wrist to guide you out of the bathroom. “I’ll drive you home and clean you up and you can just go to sleep.”

“Just inviting yourself over to my house, eh?” You joked with him as you handed over your keys and the two of you walked out together to your car.

As Damien drove you the ten minutes back, you rested your head on the cool glass of the window, trying to keep your stomach and insides from swaying on every turn. “You okay?” He asked when you two were a block away. You closed your eyes, giving a soft noise in response so you could avoid nodding and talking. You felt his hand cover yours and squeeze. “Almost there.”

After parking, Damien had an arm around your waist to guide you into your house since you were still shaky on your feet. “First on the agenda is you brushing your teeth.” He smiled to himself as he helped you to the bathroom before disappearing to go get you a glass of water. As you brushed, you felt embarrassed and silly. Your friend had had to drive you home from a party that was supposed to be about you, all because you couldn’t handle your alcohol.

“Breath check,” Damien joked as you two met in the hall after you had finished.

Biting your lower lip for half a second, you pressed up onto your tip toes and crashed your lips against his. His entire body tensed, his hands on your shoulders as he backed himself up a step. “Whoa, Y/N–” he said, eyes wide. The water had spilled and he was quick to put it down, a hand brushing at his now wet shirt. You giggled as you fell forward against him, trying to find his lips again. They always looked so soft and his body was always so warm and it was the only thing you’d been thinking about since the Denny’s incident two weeks ago when you had forgotten your jacket and Damien had sat in the booth next to you, rubbing your shoulders.

But then his hands were gently holding onto your forearms, thumbs rubbing against your skin as he gently pushed you backward onto your stable feet again. “Slow down there, friend, you’re quite wasted.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to kiss me?” You asked, lower lip jutting out in a shameless pout.

“That’s not what I’m saying–” His eyes met yours and he let out a tense breath, shaking his head as his eyes drifted down to your mouth. “Fuck, you’re cute. Okay, listen, you’re really drunk and I would never, ever kiss someone when they’re this gone, even if I really wanted to, because I’d be taking advantage of a situation. Let me just… help you get to sleep, okay?”

You couldn’t hide your disappointment but nodded all the same. He let go of your arms and picked up the water again. “Okay,” you agreed, frowning at the spot of water on his shirt.

Damien guided you to your room and onto your bed where you struggled to unlace your shoes. He smiled and knelt on the floor, helping you. “Here,” he placed the water on the table next to your bed and guided you to lay on your side. “Anything else you need? I was gonna head out if you think you’re alright.”

Your eyes were half closed and you reached out, grabbing his arm. “Two things,” you murmured, struggling to open your eyes all the way. He seemed to find this amusing and an infuriating smirk stretched across his lips. You held up one finger, squinting at him. “Please stay.”

“Done,” he responded immediately. “Thing two?” Your eyes were closed again, though you felt like they were somehow still open and you were helping him set up a spot on the couch.

“Y/N?” Damien questioned as he grabbed the spare pillow off your bed and your eyes opened, gazing down at him setting up a small spot to sleep on your floor. This was… unexpected. “Did you fall asleep? I thought you had two things to tell me.”

“Oh yeah,” you yawned, your arm lazing off over the side of your bed. “Sometimes, our friendship is annoyingly platonic.”

Damien laughed, as he got up to turn off the light. “I agree. Goodnight.”

Sleep overcame you too fast for you to respond.

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and squinted at the light coming in through your shades. There was a bottle of Tylenol next to the glass of water on your table and you sat up, immediately taking three and chugging the bottle of water.

As you started to get up, you noticed the small space where Damien had slept next to you, his shoes sitting neatly next to the edge of the blanket. The memory of what you had done flooded back to you and you groaned, flopping back onto the pillow. When you finally gained the courage to face your friend, you wrapped your blanket around your frame and head to protect you from the sun as you entered the kitchen. Damien stood at the stove, cooking a pan of eggs. “The beast emerges,” he teased nodding toward your coffee pot.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, voice hoarse from the pain in your throat as you cleared it away, pouring yourself a cup. You leaned against the counter and watched him serve you both the breakfast he had prepared for you. “That thank you is pretty encompassing, you know,” you told him as you sat up on the counter, leaning against the side of the fridge. “And I’m sorry.”

“You’re welcome. Does that mean you remember what happened last night?” Damien asked you, eyes down. “Is that why I heard you awake before I saw you awake?”

You nodded into your eggs before looking at him. "Parts of it.” His eyes met yours and he chuckled. You felt like you might melt on the spot and you were unsure if it was because he didn’t know how charming he was when he was insistently respectful and gentle or from the pain oozing away from your pounding head.

When Damien finished his eggs, he placed his plate in the sink and turned to you where you still sat on the counter, knees pulled up to your chest as you scrolled through your Twitter feed. “Do you remember what you said to me last night? About how you felt like our friendship was annoyingly platonic?” You felt the color drain from your face, thinking that had simply been a dream you had drunkenly conducted in your sleep in order to cope with your own actions.

Now he was grinning. “I guess not.” You groaned, hiding your face in your blanket. You had completely forgotten the conversation you had had before falling asleep, only vaguely remembering the kiss, even.

“I suck, I’m so sorry,” you said into your muffled arms, looking up after a couple of seconds.

“Listen,” Damien said, watching you closely. His eyes traced the curl of your lips before you could notice and by the time you saw him looking at you, it was already intently to meet your eyes. “I’m not upset, I just want someone to be able to fully consent to anything I do with them.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, too hungover to quickly figure out what he could possibly mean. “That just wasn’t the way I thought we’d kiss for the first time. It wasn’t that I don’t think about you.”

You straightened up a bit and the two of you smiled gently at each other. Damien moved closer to you slowly, allowing time for both of you to change your mind if it was needed. When he was close enough for you to pick out all the colors in his eyes, he mumbled gently, “just so we’re clear, I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“God, do you ever stop being a nice guy?” You responded before tugging on the front of his shirt.

He didn’t get a chance to answer as your lips met. It was the same lips, the same heat, but now he relaxed against your frame, taking a step closer to be in a better position to reach you the way he wanted to. Your hand rested on his cheek, the other still holding a handful of his t-shirt. This time, when you pulled away from him, his lips were slightly parted and he made a noise like a hum, forehead pressing against yours.

“That’s what I wanted our first kiss to be like,” Damien admitted, unable to hide his smile.

“Can we just forget the other one that happened, then?” You requested, mouth reaching for his again.

Damien laughed, mumbling against your lips. “Gladly.”

#damien haas #smosh games #smosh #damien haas fic #damien haas x reader #smosh games imagine #damien haas imagine #this is once again #a novel #mine #fic #100n #500n #!!!

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endless-vall · 7 years ago

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Maybe it is different now - Damien x MC fanfic

Summary: An innocent Friday movie night ignites Damien’s feelings for Amy once again. Author’s note: I think Damien had a crush on MC for a long time, but buried it deep enough for anyone to notice. Then, when Hayden came into the picture, the crush came slowly back to the surface... And while Damien might fought it, it didn’t really help. This is set after the ‘breakup’ with Steve but before Damien and MC have an intervention to Nadia. Requested by @asprankle with the “Are you Jealous” prompt! �� Thank you for requesting, dear. I really do love this pairing and would love to write more about them. Their slow-burn is AMAZING.

It was supposed to be a regular Friday night, with Amy, Nadia and Damien sharing some almost burned popcorn in one of their apartments, watching a random movie. It had become sort of an habit, after they befriended Damien and started hanging out. It was never weird, or awkward, and they rarely, rarely cancelled. This week, it was Nadia’s turn to host it, and she cancelled last minute. Amy volunteered in her place, and Nadia apologized, promising to make it to her’s. Damien had a strange feeling about it, but he shrugged it off, and went out on his familiar way to Amy’s apartment.

He stood in the doorway, after knocking, announcing his arrival, and soon Amy opened to door with a light smile. She practically beamed at him, he thought. “Damien! Come in.” She moved away, letting him into her apartment. She gave him a quick hug, before closing the door behind him. It all happened too fast, and Damien didn’t have a second to appreciate or linger on her touch. Maybe it was for the best... A low voice whispered in the back of his mind. “The popcorn’s almost ready.” Amy let him know, walking towards the kitchen. “Don’t forget to burn it.” He teased, bursting into a chuckle. “If my mind recalls correctly, it was you who almost burned our popcorn and therefore started our tradition, so don’t you tell me, Nazario.” Amy cocked an eyebrow, having an amused smile over her lips. Damien’s gaze lingered just a second too long over her lips, before he shook his head and chuckled again. “Don’t call me out like that.” He half-asked, smiling at her. Amy giggled in return, and transferred the popcorn from the pot it was prepared in into a large bowl. “There’s some beers in the fridge.” She let Damien know. He took a pack and then followed her, eyeing her questioningly. “What about Nadia?” He finally asked. “Oh! Right.” It was funny, for Amy to forget about her cousin like that. Amy reached for her phone, checking for new notifications. Damien could see she had no new messages from Nadia, but she did have a few from Hayden. His stomach twisted when he saw his name pop up, and Damien scowled at himself. He couldn’t bring himself to really hate Hayden, though, and that made things even more complicated. Maybe the reason he was so set on exposing Eros on their con was because he wanted there to be something wrong, something to hate, about Hayden. Since Amy clearly didn’t hate him. She might’ve had other feelings towards him, but hate definitely wasn’t one of them. Amy quickly typed a reply to Hayden’s messages, before going to her conversation window with her cousin. “Nope.” Amy said. “Nothing new.” She shrugged. “Last time I talked to her, she said she’ll be here.” She tells him, what he already knew. “Should we worry?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed upwards. “I’ll give her a quick call.” After Amy finishes the call, she turns to Damien, with an apologetic look in her eyes. “Sorry, she said she won’t be able to make it. Something about not feeling up to it.” Amy sighs. “The breakup with Steve really affecting her that much, huh?” Damien asks, before he can stop himself. Luckily, Amy nods, instead of accusing him of overstepping or something else that passed through Damien’s mind, and places a reassuring hand over his shoulder, in the most natural way possible. “It does.” She shrugs. “Should we... Cancel?” Damien asks, carefully. “What? No way!” Amy protests. “We can watch the movie ourselves.” She determines. “Okay.” Damien answers, not able to suppress his smile. While they got to hang out by themselves in the past, there was something new, different about this time. The way Amy felt comfortable with him, placing her hands around him naturally while talking, sharing laughs in inappropriate moments in the film, and mostly just having a really good time - Damien feels sparks igniting something that was long buried inside of him. Or maybe, it wasn’t buried that deep. Maybe there was nothing different about this movie night. Maybe it was just Damien being silly because of his stupid crush and the fact that Amy had another admirer now. Her phone lighted up, letting her know of a new message. Damien didn’t want to look, but he did catch in the corner of his eye Hayden’s name. He sighed, despite himself, and forced himself to look back at the TV screen, focusing on the current scene in the movie. Amy typed a reply, and then placed her phone. Another message came rushing in, and she checked it, nodding. Damien thought back on what he had just determined, throwing it all away. It was all in his head, after all. He and Amy didn’t share anything new or intimate this evening. They were just hanging out, as friends. He had to remind himself, and without noticing, his expression grew annoyed. He looked down at the couch, and a disgusting thought immediately rushed through his mind. Amy and Hayden probably made out tons of times over this couch. Maybe did other things... Too. “You know, we could’ve cancelled if you wanted.” He snapped at her, before even being able to realize the words that were coming out of his mouth. A surprised look smeared over his face, immediately, as both he and Amy blinked at each other. Amy was the first to shake herself out of it, and she placed a hand over Damien’s. He wanted to flinch away, to take his hand away from hers, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. “Damien... Are you... Jealous?” She asked, a giggly undertone to her serious question. Great. Now he’s made a fool of himself. “I’m not...” He lied. “I’m just saying-” He tried to save himself from the embarrassment, but it was already too late. “You definitely are!” She accused, now looking completely entertained. Damien’s cheeks started getting warmer, and he tried to look for a way out of the situation he brought himself into. Verbally or physically. “It’s just-” He tried explaining again, coming up with excuses in his head, when Amy interrupted him again. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I would’ve been jealous too.” She reassures him. “- You would?” He blinks at her, in shock, before she continues. “You wanna see the last message I sent him?” She asks, and already reaches for her phone. “You really don’t need to-” He starts telling her, realizing how silly he’d acted, but Amy already pushes the phone into his free hand. ‘Heyyy, I can’t talk right now. Watching a movie with D. Talk later?’ - Amy. ‘Sure :)’ - Hayden. Damien blinks at the exchange. He sighs, a small smile finds it’s way to his lips. “Sorry about that.” He tells her, and Amy shakes her head, placing her phone away. “No, you’re right. We’re hanging out right now. I hate those people that go out and then bury their faces in their phones. My attention’s on you. And the movie, of course.” Amy notes, and then smiles back at him. “Well, technically, we didn’t go out.” Damien noted, snarking at her. “We could.” Amy says, like it doesn’t have any flirty undertone. Damien has to hold his breathe in. “But it’s not the point.” She rolls her eyes, not surpassing a smile. “Anyway, back to the movie?” She suggest, after they share a long look in their eyes. “Uh- Sure.” Damien almost forgot all about the movie, but it was a good thing Amy was there to remind him. She made herself comfortable, and moved closer to him. Acting like it wasn’t affecting him was like torture for Damien, but he did that for Amy. Slowly, she rested her head on his shoulder. It wasn’t the first time she’d done it, Damien reminded himself. She didn’t have any ulterior motives, he had to tell himself in his mind. “Is that okay?” She suddenly asked, in soft, calm voice. She never asked that before, Damien figured. Maybe it was different, then. His heart rate quickened, as he wrapped a hand around her shoulder, letting her know it was just fine. “Perfect.”

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huntertales · 8 years ago

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First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage... | S12 Rewrite AU

Pairings: Dean x Reader (Series Rewrite Setting) Word Count: 8,896. Summery: The boys have been gone for over a month now. But after being reunited once again with the man you love, there’s a surprise waiting for him. Warnings: Spoilers for season eleven and twelve! “First Blood” to be exact. (If you squint just enough, this just might be considered a rewrite.) Mary might be a bit OOC. Also, mentions of pregnancy/miscarriages.

Part Two | Part Thee | Drabble | SPN Rewrite Masterlist

I know what you’re thinking; Shouldn't this be the second part to "Sam, Interrupted" and not some drabble that turned into a monster, Danielle?! Sigh. I'm so far behind on writing/this season in general. But this came out after I have been wondering what might happen in season twelve with the reader in my rewrite series. (As some of my amazing followers sent in some ideas of their own.) You don't need to have read it to enjoy, but since a lot of people seem to like the dynamics between the both of them, I decided to give you guys a treat! Also, "Swamp Meat" rewrite for my lovely Sam girls is in the works, too. ;) For those who want to embark on a fourteen page journey that took me two days to write, enjoy!

It's been weeks since you've seen them, each second feels more grueling than the last. You sat in the emptiness of the bunker that you've been calling home for the past few years now, but all it feels to you now is a place that makes you uneasy, nothing but silence is your company. There's no sound of boots clomping against the mental staircase or Sam typing on his laptop while he did research for an upcoming hunt. You've tried to think the woman you once thought had been dead would be someone you could find comfort in, as she was losing her children all over again. But you found she was a stranger to you, her attention going to hunting. The only thing she knew after being thrown into this new world. You tried to get yourself to take a few cases yourself, but you just couldn’t get yourself out of the bunker for too long.

You subconsciously played with the rings on your finger, feeling the cold band press against your skin. For a brief moment a smile catches itself on your face when you examine the gold ring, along with the diamond behind it. The two rings had once had a home on a necklace chain, but a short while ago, you found another purpose for them, other than being one of the few things you had left from your mother. She used them almost four decades ago as a symbol of her lifelong commitment to your father when they got married. When you were a child, she would say about how she would soon pass them onto you if you met the right man she approved of to marry her only child. You would like to think she would have been happy with the man you chose to spend the rest of your life with.

She'd watched Dean grow up from the moment he was born until he was six years old when you moved away for good. And he was still the same way with you when you were kids. A smart ass, funny, protective over the people he loved, boyishly handsome...and he loved you with every fiber of his being. Despite all the things you had been through with him over the past decade and a half, you were still with him every step of the way. Until death do you part. You thought you would never get a chance at saying that line in its true purpose, as you would never had thought God had been in front of your face so many years ago as the prophet of the Lord, Chuck Shurley. You had been trying to stop the Darkness, Amara was her name, when God himself decided to pop on down. One thing lead to another, it turns out, God had a sister—and he liked to be called Chuck. When there is light, there must be dark.

If you closed your eyes and concentrated enough, you could see the garden you and Dean were married in, by none other than the big man upstairs. He thought after tangling around for years, seeing himself all those years ago of what you’ve done for each other. He figured the both of you needed to push your relationship along to the next level. He decided to just hitch you right then and there. God married you. Who else could say that? And you thought your entire life couldn't get any stranger. Amara's wedding gift was special that went along with the old tradition. Something new came from the start, something borrowed, something blue. But you still needed something old...So, she brought you something from Dean's past that he had longed to see for long as he could remember. And that was his mother.

She was torn away from the Heaven she had been used to for over three decades and put into the future where nothing was the same and her two boys were fully grown. You understood it was scary for her. She was a little fish swimming in territories that she had never seen before. While Mary had been slowly adjusting to the new world, she'd been distant, the woman found hunting as her only pastime, as it was something if she knew since birth. You had only seen her around the bunker only once since the boys had been taken into custody.

The last several weeks had been challenging on all of you. Lucifer, the thorn in your side, had been busy. He decided to have a bit of fun by popping through a few vessels. He had been through a retired rock star, before jumping into one of the most powerful people on the entire planet. The president of the United States. Lucky for you, before he could because any real trouble, the boys and Cas had gotten their hands on something powerful enough to send Lucifer back in the cage where he belonged for good. You didn’t get to see the glorious moment of seeing the Devil go back to where he should have been long ago. You ended up staying at the bunker with this sickness that wouldn’t leave.

Only things didn’t end well after that. The boys had messed up big time, landing themselves in government custody that not even they could try to break out of. Not to mention the real cherry on top of this crappy situation. Lucifer had managed to leave a small bit of him behind on earth. While he was strolling through the president’s skin, he had a bit of fun, as he gotten a woman named Kelly Kline pregnant with his child. If she was looking for good baby names, Damien might work.

You had been staring at the picture of Kelly on your laptop, trying to figure out where a woman like her would run to, when the feeling hit you again like a ton of bricks.You heard the legs of the chair squeak against the library floor as you jumped out of your seat, the feeling in your stomach was growing far worse with each passing second. You pressed a hand against your mouth to keep anything from coming out as you rush for the kitchen, knowing there was a sink in there you could use. You made it just in time when you leaned over the countertop and vomit up your breakfast that you had just an hour ago. You coughed, trying to get out the last bit of it, as you grimaced at the aftertaste of bile in your throat.

"Are you all right?" You heard a voice come from behind you, sending your nerves on edge for a split second, but before you could do anything, you feel another wave hit you. You leaned over the sink again and threw up whatever might have been left in your stomach. You felt the stranger softly brush your hair out of your face as they comfortingly rubbed your back, helping you through the episode that was becoming a daily habit of yours. "Cas, get me a water bottle and a towel—yes, thank you."

You could tell by the voice that it was Mary Winchester who was helping you through this moment of sickness that you had been feeling. She helped you as you tried to stand up straight, but you started to complain about feeling dizzy, so she moved you to the table to sit. You let out a sigh of relief when you weren’t on your feet anymore as you thanked Cas when he handed you a cold water bottle from the fridge and too the towel to wipe your mouth. Mary took a seat next to you as she gave you a warm smile, you could tell she was trying her hardest to pretend everything was normal between the both of you. She was trying her hardest to look at you like a grown woman, and not the little two year old that she would watch play with her oldest son.

"Sorry. I don't know what happened. I must have ate something that was expired or something. Who knows when the last time we cleaned out the fridge. I’ve been so caught up in everything, I must have..." You tried your hardest to make light of the situation as you smiled at the two people sitting in front of you. You thought about how Dean had a habit of never throwing out old food, leading to you getting stuck with food poisoning a few too many times when you decided to eat some leftovers that were well past their expiration date. But the mention of the boys predicament makes you and Mary look at each other with smiles that were growing smaller and smaller.

“Y/N,” Cas spoke up after a moment of silence, you looked over at him to see the angel was staring at you with a concerned expression. He'd been doing that a lot lately since the boys had been gone. But this time it seemed different, there was a bit of confusion thrown into the mix as his brow furrowed while you seen his blue eyes squint slightly. "How long have you been feeling like this?"

“I don’t know. For a while now. It’s been on and off. Some days I’m fine. Other times I can’t go through the day without throwing up at least once. It’s been getting worse the past week” You said, not thinking much of it. You blamed your sudden illness on the stress you had been going through. Between Lucifer’s love child and the boys rotting away somewhere, it was enough to send you over the edge with stresses that you were used to. Yet, at the same time, you were being thrown over the edge. You looked over at Mary and Cas when you realized they had grown awfully quiet. “What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“Y/N, can I ask you a very personal question?” Mary leaned forward in her seat and looked at you straight in the eye. You could see that she was uncomfortable and very scared for what she was about to ask, but you gave her permission as you slowly nodded your head. “When...When did—”

“When did you and Dean last have sex?” Cas came right out with the question, making you choke on the water you had been drinking, not thinking he was going to be so blunt. You put the bottle back down to the table and looked at the angel with a tightly furrowed brow, wondering when he was going to pick up on some human behavior by now. You were about to make a remark to him, something that Cas should have been used to by now, but something in him today showed a side you hadn't seen for a very long time. "Y/N, this is a serious matter. Answer the question.”

"Uh…” You dropped your gaze to the table when you admit the truth with a quiet tone. “When Lucifer left Vince Vincent nothing more than ash and bone. I’m pretty sure.”

You looked away from Mary when you felt a tint of red starting to creep across the apples of your cheeks at how you talked intimate details about her son, your husband. The words in your mind made your stomach twist whenever you thought about it, only in the good way. While it had been a loss for you and the boys when Lucifer slipped away, the night wasn't wasted when you got to the bunker. You and Dean rarely had a chance to yourselves, it was something you had grown used to over the years as the hunting business got more stressful. Yet it only took of him strolling around the bunker in the leather jacket and sunglasses he wore, mocking the industry that was L.A., before you were feeling a bit frisky. You pulled him into the garage where the Impala was, and after shedding the leather jacket, both of you landed in the backseat where you had more than just a make out session that night.

You pressed a hand against your stomach when another wave of nausea threatened to come over you again. Luckily you felt the feeling slowly dwindle into nothing. “Y/N,” You looked up to see that it was Mary who had spoken up next. She let out a heavy sigh from what was unfolding all at once, the idea to her made her want to vomit herself. “Are you late?”

“Yeah. About two months.” You answered her. Her face dropped slightly at what you said as you remained in the dark, wondering why the both of them were making a matter like this so serious when you thought it wasn’t “It comes every few months. It’s been like this for years.”

“You know, when I was pregnant with Sam, I had the absolute worst morning sickness.” Mary said, slowly trying to say what she was thinking without actually telling you directly of what she thought what could be happening. “It started off a few months into my pregnancy.”

"Wait, you--you think…? Oh, no. No, no, no. That's...that's not possible. I can't be." Your lips stretched into a smile as you began to slowly push yourself up to your feet, knowing you had a leftover test in your bathroom that you kept hidden for emergencies when the other safety precautions failed. You left Cas and Mary in the kitchen as you began heading for that damn test. You were going to prove them wrong, once and for all.

+ + +

You always were an overachiever, every single test you took came out with a plus attached to it. But this was a plus that you weren't expecting to see. It’d been a week since you replaced the emergency test you had kept hidden underneath the bathroom sink. But you used it up again after you ran out of the ones you had bought over a week ago.

Mary had been gone for the past three days on a case after another hunter called one of Dean’s many disposable phones he kept around here. Cas had never left your side for the past week. He lingered over your shoulder and tried to be the company that you had been missing out on for the past five weeks. But you needed to be alone for this. You sat on the edge of the bed you had been sharing with Dean since you moved into the bunker with him, a pregnancy stick wasn’t far from your grip, as it had become a ritual for you. You had taken one every single morning after drinking a glass of water, and each time you had took the test, you had gotten the same result. Cas had been right when he pressed a hand against your stomach and told you right there in the kitchen.

You didn’t believe him at the time. Now you had no choice but come to the conclusion that you never thought you would never have to. The tightness of the pants wasn’t because of overeating. As the morning sickness hadn’t been due to the anxiety of what fate laid for the brothers or some expired leftovers.

You were pregnant.

The idea made you feel dizzy all over again. You had been only pregnant once before, as that was three years ago, while you had been doing the trails to try and close the gates to hell. You had no idea you were carrying Dean’s child at the time, and as the result of pushing yourself to extreme measures, you almost lost your life. Luckily you had made a full recovery, but you lost the baby as the result. You could feel your eyes beginning to glaze over at the thought of Dean, who wasn’t even here right now to help you process this information with you. He was locked up somewhere with Sam, probably being isolated from any sort of human contact. You suddenly felt scared as you started rubbing your stomach in slow circles as the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You were pregnant. And he was locked up like a wrongful prisoner.

You had faced a lot of scary things in your time; Hell, the cage, Lucifer, turning into a demon for a short while and so many other tragedies that seem like a blur when you thought about it. You and Dean hadn’t had the most standard relationship, either. Both of you had started dating right after being released from hell after you had shared your first, fatal, kiss before being doomed. There was a few rocky moments where you thought neither one of you would make it another year without officially breaking it off or one of you dying for good. But here you were at thirty-four, doing things your old self would have only dreamed about. If someone told you at the age of twenty eight that you would be married and pregnant in seven years, you would laugh right in their faces.

You stretched out your left hand to see that you had two rings on your finger as the other hand held a positive test just to prove it to yourself once again. This was real, this was really happening. A smile began to creep at the end of your lips, the thought of another human being growing inside of you would make anyone joyous. And you were. You were over the moon about this opportunity.

But it was the absence of Dean that made you stop crying in happiness as a sob began to start building up in your throat. This was all too much for you to handle on your own without him here to help figure out what to do.

Before you could let out the noise, it was the sound of your phone ringing that caught your attention. You furrowed your brow and began looking around where you could have put it. Only it took you a second to realize you had left it in the library. You didn't care who was on the phone, they could wait. But then they called again...And again. And again.

Cursing underneath your breath, you pushed yourself to your feet and dropped the test to the bed, knowing you were going to miss out on the call if you let it ring after longer. You jogged through the familiar halls and headed across the wooden floors barefoot, just as you heard it slowly start to go to the last ring, you snagged the phone off the table and hit the button on the screen.

“What do you want?” You asked the caller, in a bit of frustrated tone.

“Hello to you, too, sweetheart.”

The rugged voice on the other line made you freeze in your spot, as it belongs to someone that you had been thinking about not too long ago. You turned your head when you saw Cas come from the kitchen to see what was going on. “Dean?” You asked the caller for clarification. You quickly shift the phone so it’s on speaker so the angel can hear the conversation. “Dean, is that really you?”

“Hey, babe.” Dean greeted you. “Long time.”

"What..." You found yourself speechless for a moment as you pressed your hands against the table, trying to balance yourself as everything came flooding in your system. "What happened to you? Where are you? Is Sam okay?"

“Easy, Nancy Drew. One question at a time.” Dean said. You looked over at Cas as a smile began to creep at the ends of your lips from what was happening. “You wouldn’t believe me, and I have no clue. Uh…”

“Got something.” Sam’s voice echoed in the background, giving you clarification that the younger Winchester was with his brother, safe and sound. For now. “All right, looks like that’s Elk Mountain, which makes that Long’s Peak.”

“Colorado?” You presumed from hearing their location. “Are you guys in Colorado?”

"In Rocky Mountain National Park. Uh, if we head north we should hit State Route Thirty-four." You heard Sam say, coming up with a rough estimate. But it sounded far longer than what they wanted. "Eventually."

“You get that, Y/N?” Dean asked, you confirmed it as you reached out for a pad and paper that had been conveniently lying right next to you to jot it down. “All right, grab Cas and meet us there."

“Wait,” You stopped writing for a second, “where?”

"Just drive along the road and you'll see us there. And Y/N," Dean gave you a warning for the situation that you were about to embark on. You looked at Cas from what you heard. "We're kind of on the clock here."

"Wait, what does that..." But before you could finish asking your question, the line on the other end went dead. You let out a frustrated sigh and ended the call. You didn't waste a second when you started to scroll through your contacts, wondering where a particular one was. "Damn it. I hate this so freaking much. It's one thing after another."

"Y/N, you shouldn't be putting yourself in danger like this." Cas warned you as you pulled out a seat for yourself. "You can't go. You need to be in a stress free environment. That's what all the baby books say."

“What—You know what, I’m not even gonna ask.” You stopped yourself right there from jumping into a conversation that didn't need to be happening right now. You pointed at the phone that Cas had left lying around. "Call Mary. Tell her what's going on. I have an idea, but we’re gonna need some backup for this one."

+ + +

Baby or no baby, it wasn't going to stop you from saving the Winchesters. An hour later, you stepped out from the driver’s side of the car with your angel passenger following behind. You inhaled a deep breath when you saw Mary step out from her car, finding the location that Cas had told her easy enough. The three of you needed to talk, along with the backup that would take your place. Cas was right, you couldn't put yourself in danger. You needed someone that had skill, and wanted to see the Winchesters very much alive. But it seemed from the look that was settling on Mary's face when she slammed the door to her car and began heading forward to you, she didn't seem to share the same ideals as you of who could be trusted.

"This is your idea? The people that almost killed my boys? They're gonna be our backup?" Mary questioned you. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets as you bit your tongue to refrain yourself from making some sort of snarky remark. You looked over at the two men you had called a few short hours ago, Mick and Ketch. "Suddenly the demon and his mommy doesn't look so bad."

"I don't like them either, believe me." You told her. "But they helped us with Lucifer."

"Lucifer? The Lucifer?" Mick asked you with a bit of surprise. You rolled your eyes and nodded your head. Suddenly you regretted ever putting yourself in this situation. The British Men of Letter had talked a lot of crap about being one of the best hunters around, but it seemed even they hadn't faced a monster quite like the Devil himself. You, however, had tangled with Lucifer too many times. "Wait, so you're telling me what happened in Indianapolis was you took on the bleedin' devil himself?"

"Yes." You answered him.

“Did you win?” Ketch curiously wondered. You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, not sure if he was intentionally being a dick.

"Do you think if the boys didn't, would be be here right now asking for your help?” You asked the other man. Ketch was the taller one of the two men, but there was something about him that was different from Mick. But you couldn't put your finger on it just yet. You still put the distance between the both of them, knowing they weren’t to always be trusted. "The answer is, yet again, yes."

You watched as the men took a moment to look at one another, they were nothing but impressed at the work the Winchesters and Cas were able to do. “Were you with them, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“You can call me Mrs. Winchester if you Brits want to be so formal.” You corrected him, feeling a bit silly as you subconsciously looked over at Mary, who had only been the only woman who held that title. Until you came along. “But, no. I haven't been feeling well.”

“The sniffles keeping you away from playing with the big kids? I’m shocked.” Ketch said with a growing smirk, amused at what he was hearing all at once. It seemed you have provided him with some key information that he could use to update Dean’s file with, that was, if he was quick enough to help you. “Still, bravo work.”

“I’ve danced with the devil far too many times. I’m good. Now, the reason why we're here.” You took the folded piece of paper out from your jacket to get everyone focused again at the most important task right now. “Sam and Dean were taken. We think we can get to them, but I can't go along. And, much as it pains me to say this, we need your help.”

The British Men of Letters were the least of your favorite people right now. If you could somehow trust Crowley and Rowena, maybe you would have gone to them for a bit of help. But you needed someone that wanted the boys alive, despite the first impression you had gotten from them when they decided to kidnap and torture him, you were still waiting for the chance to put a bullet in Toni’s head for the unspeakable thing she did to Sam. That would be for another day. You slipped a hand out of your jacket and subconsciously began to rub your stomach, showing off the rings they had never seen before. While you never wore them out in public, you had accidentally forgotten to take them off. You were expecting some sort of fight about this, the men would only help if you did something for them. But it seemed the Brits weren't cold hearted as you thought.

“So we’ll help.” Mick offered, no questions asked.

“Really?” Mary seemed surprised herself at how easy it had been for the men to put themselves in danger for her children. “Just like that?”

"Mrs. Winchester—Mary…" Mick corrected himself, reminding himself that she wasn't the only one he could call that now. She was the most skeptical one of all. Cas had agreed with the idea while you were driving here. But it was her that was holding you back. "I came to this country to do one thing—Make friends. But you American hunters, you’re… you’re a different breed than our sort. You’re surly. Suspicious. You don’t play well with others."

"That's rich coming from someone like you." You said, scoffing quietly underneath your breath as you looked at the man. He might have a posh accent and every little detail of his outfit presented flawlessly to present himself with class. But his methods of hunting were far from it. Mick didn't seem all too pleased from your assumption about him. "What? You Brits aren't exactly the friendly kind. Open a history book. You've tried controlling quite a few countries. Us included for a very long time. Not to mention...your partner Toni kidnapped, shot and tortured my best friend." "Well, he is accurate." Cas said, not helping you when he accidentally agreed with Mick. You turned your head to look at the angel, and with a simple look, you told him to keep his mouth shut. "You called me, remember? All of this is your plan. You don’t trust people you don’t know, even when they come bearing gifts. Now I can’t help that, but I can help you. And if word were to get out that we did our part to save Sam and Dean Winchester, well, that’s just good business, innit? And who knows?" Mick gave you a smile, showing off his pearly white teeth as he slipped out an observation he had made. "When all this is over, we might even be friends. I mean, I sure would like to see that little bugger when it comes out." You furrowed your brow from what he said as placed your palm flat against your stomach, almost as if you were trying to protect it from him. You could have denied everything, but you knew there was no point. "How do you know?" "Asking us for help and not charging in wherever the boys were gave us a sneaky suspicion that something was going on with you. After all," Ketch spoke up. You looked over at the other hunter to see that he was trying to give you a compliment that a hunter would enjoy. But from the way his lips were pressed together, making them appear thin, he seemed more bothered at hearing the news of you carrying. “Nothing stops Y/N Y/L/N from getting what she wants.”

“We think Sam and Dean are being held somewhere in the Rocky Mountain National Forest." You told the men, getting the conversation back on track to the reason why you were here.

"Site 94?" Ketch presumed. You crossed your arms over your chest as he took a step forward to where Mick was, getting himself closer to the three of you as he explained what he knew. "It's a government facility, off books. Shadow ops. One of those places that officially doesn't exist."

Mary looked at the man with a bit of surprise, "Then how do you know about it?"

"We gather information." Mick answered. "It's our job."

"They told us to meet them off State Route 34." Cas added.

"Well, that's a long stretch of road." Ketch said, not finding that bit of information the least bit useful from the slight look that settled on his face. "Where, exactly?"

"I'm not sure." You said, shrugging your shoulders.

"I'll get our techs to put a satellite over the area." Mick said, solving that little problem without breaking a sweat.

"Wait," You raised a brow from what you had heard him say. "You can do that?"

Mick gave you a smirk from your reaction, "And so much more."

You gave him a small smile, finding a blossom of hope starting to spread through your mind at what you were about to do without much of a fight. The British Men of Letters over the months had been a painful subject nobody wanted to discuss. You wanted them far away from you as possible, but they owed you big for what they did to Sam. So you were willing to let them play nice if it meant you could see them once again. You headed back for your car, knowing your job here was done. As you fetched out your keys from your jacket pocket, you headed for the driver's side of your car while Cas was going to hitch a ride with Mary. You were about to open up the door when you stopped in your tracks after hearing Ketch's voice once more.

"Do you have any idea what sort of trouble we're walking into?"

“No.” You said, being honest with the other hunter.

“Oh, good.” Ketch seemed pleased at your answer as he gave you a smile. “I do like a surprise.”

You were about to brush off the man's remark as you opened up the driver's side door, getting ready to slide yourself in and drive back to the bunker. But you stopped for a moment, needing to get something clear before you left Mary with the other hunters. "Hey, Ketch?" You called out to him, grabbing his and Mick's attention before either one of them could hop into their fancy foreign car. "By the way, let's get one thing clear. If anything happens to Mary, Cas or the boys. Or if anyone finds out about my condition, I will personally hunt you both down. I will torture you in ways that you’ve never thought of and make sure you will never be able to have children of your own. Or enjoy the process ever again, for that matter. Do you understand me?"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Winchester. I'll have your husband home safe and sound by tomorrow morning." Ketch reassured you as he gave you a smile to secure his promise. "Now, run along and let us do our job. You have other things to worry about."

+ + +

You listened to everyone when they told you to get some rest. When you got back to the bunker after driving off for over an hour to be safe, you dragged your exhausted body to the bedroom and dropped yourself to the bed. You slept most of the night until the early morning, feeling more rested than you had in a long time. You stared at the ceiling for a little while when you woke up, letting your mind try to wrap around everything that was happening all at once. At any moment Sam and Dean would be home, your life would be back to normal. Well...you felt your hands lift up your shirt to inspect your stomach. There was no more denying that you were pregnant. You could see your stomach was starting to develop a small bump that could pass as a bit of extra skin you needed to work off. You rubbed the skin as a small smile spread across your lips, thinking to yourself that this was really happening.

You had been so caught up in your own personal thoughts as you traced patterns in your stomach you almost didn’t hear the very timid sounds of footsteps echoing through the bunker. It took you less than a few seconds before you were ripping off the sheets from your body and scurrying out to see if your suspicions were true.

You didn't care that your hair was messed up as the clothes from the previous day were wrinkled after you slept in them all night. Following the sounds, you stepped near the tall iron staircase to see a pair of faces that you thought you might never see again. It took only a few seconds before you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and his lips crashing against yours. Dean wasted no time in reuniting himself with the one person he'd been thinking about for weeks, the only thing that kept him sane. You felt yourself letting out a soft noise that sounded like a giggle when he wouldn't put you down. He kept pressing kisses wherever he could get them--your cheeks, eyelids, nose and neck when you managed to put your feet on the ground. You wondered for a moment if Cas had told him, but the angel seemed lost in his own thoughts. You weren't sure what was going on with him, but you refrained yourself from asking as your attention lingered to the younger Winchester. A grin spread across your lips when you nearly jumped into his arms, a sigh of relief escaping your mouth at seeing him in one piece.

“I missed you guys so much.” You admitted to them, enjoying the feeling of Sam’s arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you, ever so gently. You inhaled a breath, only for your senses to pick up on a few unpleasant smells that you weren’t expecting. Quickly pulling away from the man, you looked at the Winchesters to see they looked like they had been through hell. Both of them were dressed in gray jumpsuits that were caked in mud after traveling through miles of woods. It sure smelled like it, too. “Oh my God. You guys smell horrible.”

"What? I didn't think the car ride was that bad." Dean said. He lifted up part of the sleeve to his jumpsuit to inhale a deep breath, only from the look that came across his face, the man had regretted his previous actions. "Phew! I think you're right about that one. I’m gonna hit the shower and do some much needed R and R.”

You knew this was going to be like ripping off a bandaid, so without letting the process hurt like a bitch, you decided to get it over with once and for all. “Hey, Dean?” You called out the man’s name as your fingers began to tangle together. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Maybe I’ll leave you some hot water, Sammy.” Dean accidentally ignored what you had to say, as he was already halfway across the bunker and heading for the showers. He didn’t hear you when you raised your voice ever so slightly when you spoke his name. “Damn. It feels good to be back.”

“Dean--I need to talk to you.” You spoke loud as possible, your voice echoing off the concrete walls. You inhaled a deep breath when you watched as he turned around in his tracks to face you after he heard the tremor in your voice. “It’s important. Can we speak in private?”

"Y/N, sweetheart, I love you. I do. But I've had a hell of a day. Can whatever you need to tell me just wait twenty minutes?" Dean brushed off your request with one of his own. You could tell he was exhausted from the miles of woods he'd hiked through alone, what he had endured while he had been gone for over a month would be admitted later tonight. You felt yourself become overwhelmed with anger when he turned around to continue on walking, ignoring the most important thing you wanted to tell him at this very moment. "I really need a shower."

“Dean…”

“I told you. Give me--”

"Dammit, Dean--I'm pregnant!"

You could feel the words coming straight out of your mouth without even realizing it. They echoed through the bunker, making everyone stop dead in their tracks, including Dean. You could feel yourself let out a shaky breath as you stood up straight when the man slowly turn around in his spot to look at you directly in the eye. “What did you just say?” He asked you in an eerily calm tone. Dean could put on one of the best poker faces, thanks to growing up in the hunting lifestyle. You could see that he wasn't angry, or surprised. He gave you no indication of what his true reaction was going to be when you told him the news.

"I..." You knew there was going back, so, you forced yourself to say the words one more time. "I'm pregnant, Dean."

Dean, the father of your unborn child, the man that you loved with every single cell in your body, just stood there with a blank expression on his face. You knew a long time ago, when the first apocalypse was near, Dean had longed for a normal life when he was reunited with an old fling, Lisa. She had a son that was around the age from the last time the both of them seen each other, and things sort of spiraled from there. For a few days he started wondering what life might be like if he has a child. But come to find out, Ben wasn't his, yet that didn't stop Dean from trying to be a father figure. You honestly thought his reaction was going to be happy, but he just stared at you.

"Dean?" You heard Sam's voice break the silence that seemed to have choked everyone for a few moments before the younger Winchester found himself back into reality. "You okay?"

You should have waited to tell him about the news, let him get settled into the bunker again after he'd been gone for over a month. But it came out of your mouth before you could stop it. You had played out different scenarios in which you could tell him. Perhaps it would have been cute, giving him a little present, only for it to be the pregnancy test that came out positive. Both of you had talked about having kids when you had the miscarriage. The both of you secretly longed for a bit of a normal life. Along with the attached line--”If only if things were different.” If your life wasn’t constantly being put on the line. Maybe you could consider this a possibility.

You thought he was going to be the one who ran away, partly in fear, and the other part infuriated at how all the precautions the both of you used to fail. But it was you who was the coward here. Suddenly you were overwhelmed all over again at the reality of this. It wasn’t some dream that you were walking through, you wouldn’t wake up to the man you loved in bed, that little ache in your mind of what might be. You heard Dean call out your name in a worried tone, but you ignored him, running to another part of the bunker, needing some time to yourself.

+ + +

It'd been over an hour since the boys had been home. You occupied the library as the brothers got themselves comfortable once more. You had been so caught up in your own drama, you had forgotten for a moment that you weren't the only one carrying. A pang of guilt settled into your mind when you stared at the picture of Kelly Kline, who had been reported missing for the past few weeks. She was pregnant with the literal spawn of Satan. But she was still a human being, part of that baby was of her genes. Would you make her kill the baby? How could you live with yourself to kill another woman's child? You looked away from the laptop screen when you felt a headache started to slowly pound, everything was becoming too much for you to handle.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice speak up, causing you to immediately look up. For a second you thought it was Dean, but the tall body lingering over you was his little brother, in clean flannel and shaved, he came bearing gifts in the form of a cup of coffee for him. And from the smell of the drink he held out for you, it was hot chocolate. Your lips stretched into an appreciative smile as you grabbed the cup from him. He slowly stretched out a free arm and pulled out a chair, waiting for the word for you to tell him to leave, but you nodded your head for him to sit, knowing this conversation had to happen at some point. Both of you sat in silence for a moment or two, neither one of you were sure which topic to discuss. Sam didn't really want to talk about what happened at the facility, you could tell when his eyes wandered down to your stomach. "So...is it true?"

You nodded your head ever so slowly, “The five tests that I took said so. Cas thinks I am. And I've been getting sick at least once a day for the past few weeks."

Sam listened to what you had said. All signs showed that you were carrying something in you. You glanced down at your cup for a moment, contemplating if you wanted to take a drink. It would only be a matter of time until you would hear the words come out of his mouth, about the options you needed to think about. Hunting with a child wasn't possible. Your parents were examples of it. You couldn't hide them from the dangers, it was just how life for people like you was. Sam gave you his honest reaction after the both of you spent a minute in complete silence. Your eyes glanced up to see that he was staring at you, not with a frown, or a sympathetic expression, the man was grinning like a fool. He looked like he'd won the jackpot with his dimples popping out from each cheek. You stared at him with a slightly confused expression, but what he said next was all it took to show you how he felt about this.

"So you’re saying I'm gonna be an uncle? I'm gonna be an uncle." Sam repeated the words, his smile seeming to fade as the realization hit him. He looked like he was in shock himself, but in a good way. " Holy crap. I thought I'd never get a chance to say those words.”

“Congratulations, Sammy.” You said, a small smile creeping across your lips.

The both of you shared a moment of happiness, only it didn’t stop the anxiety that sparked up again when you heard Dean’s boots across the library floors. You clutched the mug tighter around your grip as the oldest Winchester appeared out from the corner of your eye. You turned your head slightly to see that Dean was showered, but he chose to keep the scruff that he had grown over the past month. “Sam, could you give us a few minutes alone?”

Sam nodded his head as he reached for his cup of coffee, but before he left, the man leaned over in his seat and gave your shoulder a tight squeeze, reassuring you that everything was going to be all right. You gave him a small smile as you watched him get up from his seat and disappear from your sight, leaving you and Dean alone to face the truth. You ignored any eye contact that you could as you concentrated on a spot at the table as he sat himself down where his little brother previously was. You prepared yourself for what you were going to say. Inhaling a quiet breath, you gathered all the courage you had left to look at him directly in the eye.

Your mind wouldn’t see how Dean stared at you with a look of happiness, or how his eyes lit up at the idea of having a chance of doing something right with his life. When he started to open his mouth, you were already expecting him to say what you feared Sam was going to. So, you beat him to the punch, and told him how you were going to handle this situation.

"I know what you're going to say. I know this isn't the right time to have a kid with everything that happening to Kelly, and I know people like us don't get a shot at happy endings. We can't raise a baby in this kind of lifestyle. But I don't care." You told him how you felt, not giving the man a single chance to let you know how he felt about this. "I'm having this baby, Dean. With our without your help. I don't care what I have to do—" Before you could finish your thought, you were cut off, by the feeling of Dean's lips pressing themselves against yours. You were taken off guard from what he was doing, you felt the back of his hand press against your neck as his thumb cup your jaw, leaning your head just slightly so he could kiss you with absolute passion. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you felt yourself being taken away for a moment at how he always made you forget about what you were talking about. Whenever the both of you were deep in argument, fighting about how a hunt went, or couple things, he picked up a bad habit of kissing you. Most of the time it resulted him getting lightly smacked on the chest to show your disapproval, but there were moments when you let his actions do all the talking. He lifted himself out of his seat so he could kiss you harder, wanting to show you how much he loved you.

Dean pulled you away after spending what felt like forever kissing you until you were breathless. You quickly opened your eyes when you were able to suck in a deep breath, replenishing your lungs with air. You forgot for a moment what you were talking about, but when Dean reached out and ever so gently pressed his hand against your stomach, you remembered all over again. "Tell me you're not lying, Y/N." Dean whispered to you. You looked up at him to see that he was staring at you, not with anger, but with blissful happiness that you hadn't seen in him for a very, very long time. "Please. I need some good news."

“Y-Yeah.” You said. You slowly placed your hand on top of his, both of you spending a moment of touching your stomach that felt a little bigger from the last time you had seen him. You looked up at him with a smile spreading across your lips, giving him the information that you had been waiting to tell him for over a week now. “We’re having a baby, Dean.”

"Babies." The both of you were taken by surprise when you heard Cas' voice come out from nowhere. You looked up to see that he was standing right next to the both of you, deciding he could just intrude on this special moment. You asked him what the angel meant by the plural, thinking he was kidding with you. "I can hear multiple heartbeats coming from you, Y/N. I believe you're having twins. The baby books that I've read while the boys were gone said the fetus should develop a heartbeat by the eight week mark. Women who are having twins usually develop morning sickness early into the pregnancy. And obviously you're going to show more. Like you are now."

“Were you playing Mr. Mommy while we were gone, Cas?” Dean teased the angel. He didn’t waste a single second when he pushed himself out from the chair and fell to his knees. You let out a quiet laugh when he rested his head against your stomach, making you lean back so he could talk to the little creatures growing in your stomach. The smile on his face alone made you realize Dean was warming up to the idea of having a few little ones on the way. “Hey, there kiddos. Were you causing trouble for your mommy when I was gone?”

“Someone had to look after Y/N while you and Sam were gone.” Cas defended himself. “Like I said, this world needs you...Those babies are going to need their father.”

You were slightly confused at what Cas was saying. It seemed you hadn’t been informed of the conversation that took place right after the angel had killed the reaper, Billie. But that would be for another day. Dean wanted to enjoy this moment for long as he could. “Don’t worry. I’m not leaving Y/N or these little rugrats anytime soon.”

“Who knew.” Sam said. You looked to see that the man had joined the group again to see his brother was taking the news exactly like he had thought. The man wouldn't stop kissing your stomach and whispering about how excited he was to have an offspring of you and him running around. He crossed his arms over his chest and let a smile spread across his lips. “Who knew any of this was going to be possible. These kids are gonna have a weird family, that's for sure.”

“I think they're gonna have the best one.” You said to the younger man with a growing smirk. “An amazing father, a smart uncle that’s probably gonna let them get away with everything. Not to mention, we’ve got Cas. Who's been studying up the past week on the baby books he bought.”

“You may think this is funny now Y/N,” Cas said. “But when your baby comes down with a cold or a diaper rash, I’ll know what to do.” You gave him a smile, not sure what you would have done without him for all these years, or even the last week.

“Oh! We need music. I heard babies like it when you play them music.” Dean jumped up from his spot on the ground when he started talking about needing to get his headphones from his room. You didn’t want to tell him most parents liked to use classical music to make their children smarter, but you knew that wasn’t his intention. “These kids are gonna have the best taste in music before they’re even born.”

You watched as Dean jumped to his feet and headed for his room, leaving the rest of you to sit here with the cat finally out of the bag. You placed your hands on your stomach, finding the habit of rubbing circles into your skin already soothing. As you glanced up at the two men, your lips stretched into a smile, knowing they had picked up on your concern for how Dean was going to handle this. No matter what life threw your way, he was still going to love you, and he was going to be there every step of the way through this new journey of life.

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A Day without Rain

Jess belongs to @mygardenofmuses

[TEXT] Hey Damien. I’m gonna take you up on your offer. It’s better to spend this day with a friend than all on my own. Feel free to drop by my house and bring any movies you like, I have the DVD player ready and some popcorn too. - Jess

[text] Cool. Not that I thought as much, but will you open the door? O.o

[Text] Of course! Just ring the bell or call me to let me know you’re here, and I’ll open it. - Jess

Sigh. Damien was still in front of the building and sure that a couple of security cameras were fixed on him, by now. Not that he’d have any problems to sneak up to Jess’ place despite, but … today was in the spirit of doing something normal. Spending time with … friends. Right? Knowing Jess’ last name, Damien rang the doorbell and waited for her to pick up.

It surprised her how fast he was. Had he been already on the way when she sent him that text? She wasn’t sure what to think. Damien could be strange, but he was still a good friend.

Listening to the doorbell, Jess rushed to open the door for him and sent him another text.

[text] I just opened the door! Take the elevator to the last flat, then go down just one level, and you’ll see me waiting for you. :) - Jess

To his surprise, his phone went on as he walked down the hall. Damien read the instruction and typed a short message in reply. Last flat, then one down, huh. Okay…

Good. Take your time - Damien

He looked at the elevator then, passed it, and found the staircase instead. 24th floor then. Okay. He held on to the halter of his backpack and climbed up the stairs.

Jess only had to open the door, she didn’t have anything else to do. If they were going to spend all the day in her home, what was the point of getting dressed? She was way more comfortable in her pajamas, a housecoat and a blanket over her shoulders. Still, since she already had told him she would, she decided to wait for him in the corridor, right in front of the elevator.

But, what was taking him so long? Didn’t he take the elevator?

So that … took longer … than he expected.

But Damien arrived eventually, a little out of breath - he rushed, after all, not wanting to let Jess wait for too long. “Hey” he greeted once he spotted her in the corridor. “Interesting … dress code” he couldn’t help but adress it. He wore a thin jacket and a wide sweater beneath, as usual hiding wis wings from plain sight. But since it was no school day and Jess knew about it anyway, he let his tail out of his jeans for today. He’d started to at school as well, but he was annoyed by all the people stepping on it in the narrow aisles and suchs, and so he settled with whatever he felt comfortable doing from day to day now.

“I’m in my house, I can wear what I want. How did you come using the stairs?! Jeeze… No wonder why you are out of breath. Come in, I’ll get you something to drink. Orange juice? Water?”

Since her mother be out all the day (first work, then date with Makk), Jess like the one in charge. “Also… did you bring movies?”

Still pumped, Damien followed, looking around while he did so. Yep, someone had some money. “Um … orange juice. And water. Make it half-half - uhh… or whatever.” Since when was he so picky? Must have been too much time spending around his dad. “ - And the movies in my backpack. I brought tons” he assured. “Dad wouldn’t stop to give me more. We have lots to pick from.”

“Half water, half juice? You have some odd taste, haha!” she laughed, beckoning him to follow her to the kitchen. “We’re gonna be alone today, my mom has work, and after that, she’s going to go on a date with her boyfriend. So we can do whatever we want.” She thought of Tom, and sighed. If he returned her feelings for him, maybe today she would have gone on a date, too. But things don’t always go as planned.

She picked up a glass from the cupboard and filled half of it with water. After that, she went to the fridge and picked up the orange juice, filling the rest of the glass with it, and handed the unusual mixture to Damien. “There you go. Can I check the movies?”

“Sure.” Damien tried the mixture first, approved, and put the glass on the kitchen table so he could take off his backpack. There was no one else they would bother then, so he put pile after pile of movies on the table for Jess to look through. “You said you wanted to see part one of the Avengers, so I brought the first and the prequels. And then there’s the pile dad gave me of other hero movies … Mr Incredible, X-Man, Metro … Man?” There was a movie? Well, in case, he didn’t really wonder why his dad of all people had a copy. Damien put it on the table as well, counting 21 movies, all in all.

“Metro Man?! Wow!” she picked the last DVD, her eyes wide in surprise. “I had no idea there was a movie about him… Wait until I tell uncle Mets, hehehehe!”

Right next, Jess checked the other movies with interest. “I’ve seen many of these movies, though not all of them. Is there any of these you haven’t watched, Damien?”

“Ummm … ” Well, good questions. Damien put two movies aside - the last Avenger movie and the first Spider-Man one. “I saw these two. The others not just yet. Didn’t have … time” he made up and took the glass with juice again to drink some more of it.

“Really? Why?” she asked, turning on the microwave to prepare the popcorn and placing the bag with the sweet treat inside the machine.

The she picked up the pile of movies he hadn’t seen yet. Jess wished to learn more of him, though she was unsure if Damien would tell her. She wasn’t Blue, after all.

“We can see any you like. Which one would you like to see first?”

“There’s just so much time. I’m still catching up with learning and training.” No need to make a secret out of that. “We could … check this one out before you tell your uncle about it” Damien suggested, shoving the one with Metroman on it forward. While Jess turned, the sat down on the chair next to the one with his backpack on it. It would take a bit until the popcorn was ready. “See if it’s worth it. Seems kind of old … ” he found, inspecting it further.

“Is your uncle a fan? My dad likes him a lot.”

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“Sure, we could watch that old Metro Man movie if you want. Probably it’s some kind of documentary with old images of the first Metro Man of our universe…” she mumbled, keeping an eye on the popcorn.

She narrowed her eyes a little at his last question, a secret smile on her lips. At this point it wasn’t really a secret anymore, so… She didn’t see any wrong on telling Damien the truth of her family.

“Yes, he used to be a fan… and recently they got married. My uncle… and the very first Metro Man of this dimension.”

“Hero in the family. Well then we … do have a thing in common” Damien concluded. His ears registered the popping sound of the popcorn in the microwave and leaned back a bit while he piled up the remaining dvd’s again.

“I’d like when you’d stay quiet about my dad in school. You never know who overhears” he explained. Now looking back, it did seem a little harsh that he’d shown her the cold shoulder then, but he did have very good reasons to be careful, after all.

╳ ♡ ℐℯss ♡ ╳

“…Yes."

Jess hadn’t thought much of it before, but it was true. Both Damien and her had this common, they knew what it feels when your father, or any other familiar works in the hero business. Realizing she had blushed for a moment, she shook her head and went to pick up the popcorn.

The young girl had finished placing it on a dish when she heard Damien’s comment. Turning around with the bowl in her hands, she winked him an eye.

"Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, I know what it is to feel the weight of secrets. If we had met you some years ago, I’d ask you to keep my uncle’s past life a secret, too. But given he is attending to more and more social events, people is connecting the dots and letting him be because there’s another Metro Man in his place - so it’s not really a secret anymore.”

“Well, that’s … good I guess.” Damien got uo again and threw the backpack over one of his shoulders before he took the pile of dvd’s from the table. The movie in question which they meant to watch first lying on top, he followed after Jess, guessing they’d watch in her living room or something.

“Didn’t you say you had a cat?” he asked n-between, remembering now.

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“Yes, I do. His name is Elton. But he always gets scared of new people. Probably he’s hiding in my bedroom.”

Jess placed the bowl with the popcorn on the table and gave him a soft smile. “If you want, you can put the DVD in the movie player and I’ll go to pick him up. That way you’ll see my little fluffball.”

“Sure. I left Chérie home because I didn’t know if they’d get along or not. Dad’s taking care of her now. Take your time” he assured and went ahead; this time putting his bag on the floor and the pile of movies next to it. He was no genius with technical stuff, but he did trust his abilities enough to figure out how dvd player and tv worked.

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“Next time you can bring her. Elton is very laid-back and kind. Sometimes he even has playdates with P’tesa, Talula’s kitty. You should see them, cuddling up together and purring!” she giggled, and winked him an eye. “I’ll be right back.”

Jess went to her bedroom, just to find Elton asleep under a pillow. She smiled and woke him up with gentle head scritchies. “Hey, Mr Lazy, are you ready to meet my friend Damien?” she asked with a smile, picking up up into her arms. The cat stared at her, hesitating for moment before he gave him, snuggling on his new spot. She only could smile.

“You’ll see, Damien is very kind and sweet. You don’t have any reason to fear.” she whispered to her pet, as she walked toward the living room. “Hey Damien, I found Elton! How’s the DVD going? All ready for the movie?”

“Guess so” Damien replied, just checking the little bit of menu the movie had to offer. He already took seat on one of the armchairs near the tv. He guessed they won’t watch it in French, so he changed the settings for it.

“Bonjour Elton” he said then in a friendly tone and put the remote on the coffee table to take a look at the cat. “Can I have him?” Damien asked, staying at his place to let Jess come near instead. When Elton won’t like to be held, he could easily flee over the armrest, he guessed.

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Jess handed him gently the kitty. “Sure thing. He loves it when people pet him and stroke his ears.” she commented, as she took a seat on the couch. It was nice to see that Damien liked animals so much.

��I’m ready to watch the movie!” she said, putting some popcorn in her mouth. “You know, if you like animals, you should meet my friends Bernie and Tal. They have several animals in her house: a cat, a budgie, even Bernie told me once that a long-lost relative of her gave her a horse as a gift - but since horses can’t live in the city, he keeps it in his barn.”

Elton seemed friendly enough, though that was no big surprise - he was tame and other than that, Damien always smelled a little of catnip, carrying some around at all times. “Thanks, but I’m … ” Not looking for friends? Yeah like that didn’t sound awkward at all. “ … maybe some time” he answered instead. It was a big maybe, but it would suffice for the conversation. Damien reached for the remote again to let the movie play and put it right back on the table then to have both hands free to hold Elton, letting him sniff his hand first and then pet him like Jess advised.

“You’re busy? Doing what?” She asked, leaning a little closer to him. Not much, just to hear him better even with the sound of the movie.

She picked up some popcorn and started to eat it. While she felt tempted to ask more questions,Jess already could tell by now that Damien wasn’t exactly the extrovert type. A pity, since he seemed a really nice boy… alien… bat… cat… something.

Did people always talk so much while watching a movie? Given, it just started, but still. The thing was that Damien seriously couldn’t tell and so he peeked back at Jess and then down at the popcorn. Elton would stay even just getting petted with one hand … or not.

“Oh, you know … school things.” And burglaries, and patrol, and training, and doing random nice things for strangers. Damien took some popcorn for himself and held it a bit higher as he caught Elton’t gaze. [“I don’t think that’s for cats”] he excused himself in French and rubbed his head to distract him while he let the food vanish out of sight.

The movie showed a common burglary at this moment, which with no doubt was getting disrupted by some sort of hero sooner or later. “That is not how bank vaults work” Damien complained with a frown, still munching the popcorn.

“…. Yeah, right.” Jess rolled her eyes. They were in the same classroom and she knew that the teachers didn’t send them homework enough to keep them so busy. But clearly he didn’t want to talk about it. She shruged it off and offered him some popcorn.

She arched one eyebrow at his next comment. That kind of information wasn’t exactly common knowledge…

“How do you know that?”

“I uh saw a … uh documentation” Damien replied after a pause, careful for the moment to look straight at the tv and give any extra attention to Elton, sitting in his lap and enjoying the petting before he turned around to grab some popcorn from Jess again. “Saw a lot of things to stay fluent in English.“ One truth for every lie, that was his system. Not always working system, but a try to open up while staying in his comfort zone.

“Ah, a documentary! Yeah, makes sense. I was starting to think that your father took you to crime scenes and stuff like that, hahahaha!” she smiled, letting his pick as much popcorn as he wanted, while she was taking a sip of her drink.

“I wonder if the real Metro Man participated in this movie, or it will be just some actor doing his role. Mmhhh…”

“It’s a French production, so I highly doubt it’s the original… “ he had to admit, again busy to keep Elton away from the popcorn he had. Damien shifted on his seat until he ended with one leg sprawled over the backrest, Elton lying on his chest and his hand with the remaining treats facing away from them. He was still comfortable, to be true; used to do things in far weirder postures.

“There he is” Damien commented, eyes locked on the screen as Metro Man punches his way through the wall. The burglars got caught, but one of the guards used the moment to go steal an invention that was kept in the vault - featuring Megaminds logo on it.

Jess couldn’t help but giggle when she saw Damien’s posture. He was weird, really weird… but weird in a really cute way. She leaned back on her seat, sighing softly. It was nice to spend time with someone who didn’t mind her own weirdness.

“Those actors are not bad. Quite handsome, but they can’t top the original ones. Still, A+ for details and costumes. It’s better than I thought!” she commented, looking back at him. “Are you comfortable with Elton sprawled all over you?”

Damien huffed amused. “I used to have six of these on me at times. I can handle this one” he assured, careful to stay in the thin grey area that seperated ‘not enough petting’ from ‘too much’ by reading Elton’s body language.

The movie went on in the meantime, as the popcorn got less, even though Damien didn’t eat all too much of it - he was pretty fed up with sweet food ever since he met his father. The invention that was stolen turned out to be a genderbending machine, much to everyone’s amusement. Damien wasn’t too sure if that was even scientifically possible - he’d have to ask Blue later. However, things got interesting as the machine backfired, hitting the one who meant to use it on Metro Man - the crystal mimerator.

Jess gasped when she saw the “villain” of the movie. She tried to speak, say she knew firsthand the real Mimerator, but words seemed stuck on her throat - especially after the machine had turned him into a lady. If she had any doubts of this movie being only sci-fi, now this confirmed it. She knew that such things never had happened.

“Mr Isaiah never would do such things, not even on his villain days. He isn’t so reckless.” she commented, chewing more popcorn. “The ones who wrote this movie had no idea about what they were doing.They should have asked my uncle…”

“Uh-huh… ” Damien answered, his head up in the clouds. Elton had made himself comfortable and seemed about to pass out, but was interrupted now that Damien sat up to reach for the cover of the DVD they watched and studied it intently.

“Oh sorry. I … didn’t quite catch that part. Can I rewind and change the language to French, just … just for a second?” Regardless that he was asking first, he already took the remote to do so.

“Sure!” she smiled, lifting her legs and hugging them. She seemed almost smaller in that position, even if she was a bit older than him. “We can watch it with French subtitles, if it’s going to be easier for you. Or we can watch it in French with English subtitles. What would you prefer?”

Jess wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she was actually having fun. Just a nice, relaxed afternoon at home, watching movies and eating popcorn. Simple things were enough to make her happy. Maybe she should give him something for his birthday… She made a mental note to ask him that later.

“It’s just gonna be a moment … here.” Damien pressed the play button once he found the beginning of the scene to get people to speak in their native language, and got quiet in order to listen. A strange feeling emerged from his middle and he began to feel sick, recognizing the woman’s voice just fine. “Dad didn’t give me that movie” he said to himself then and let it keep running like this, completely forgetting about Jess or English subtitles.

Jess had a hunch. Something wasn’t going well - Damien seemed so caught by the movie that he wasn’t even answering. She left the popcorn on the table and scooted closer to him, until she could touch his shoulder. Nlothing too intense, just a way to draw his attention.

“Damien? Are you OK? Is there something wrong with the movie?” she asked, worried for him.

It was good he was used to small touches like that for now, but he still looked at Jess, for once a little lost at how to behave. “ … Sure. You … you don’t worry. I find it pretty … boring, is all. Know what? I … I don’t want to watch that after all.” Oh, he was going to kill Dae for this. Why couldn’t he just say a thing! Trying to make him loose control in front Jess? No. Not when he had a say in the matter. Damien pulled himself together and just paused the movie - luckily at a time in which his mom wasn’t on the screen.

“…OK.”

Clearly something was wrong, but Jess wouldn’t push him to talk if he didn’t want to. By now, she was used to see boys keeping secrets from her. It was a bit sad that only Talula and Bernadette seemed to trust her enough with their secrets - but they were girls, and girls are usually more open withtheir feelings. Guys were another story. Whatever he had seen in the movie, it had to make him really umcomfortable if he wanted to see another movie. She wouldn’t ask - but definitely hoped that some day he’d trust her enough to tell her what was wrong with that movie.

“So, do you want to watch another movie? Or play videogames? It’s been a while since I played Pokémon with a friend… I could show you my team…”

“Cool. I … didn’t play Pokémon yet” he said, speaking of it like a game one played just like a Super Mario game. “You take Elton, I just gotta use the bathroom real quick.” Damien got up then, Elton still in his hands - whom he reached to Jess then before wandering off. He had no idea where the bathroom was yet, on the other hand, and so once he stood the doorway, he turned around to Jess again with a finger held up to point at random directions.

She couldn’t help but chuckle at his implied question. “The bathroom is the first door to your right. It had some stickers of seahorses and sea stars on the door, it’s hard to miss.” she explained softly.

Jess picked up her kitty and began to pet him, making him purr. She sighed quietly and picked up the cover of the Metro Man movie, wondering what was wrong with it. At first sight, nothing led her to believe there was something evil coded inside this movie. She put it down and snuggled with her kitty, wondering if Damien was annoyed because of her comments during the movie.

Daddy… did I do something wrong? Why is Damien acting like this…?

Sea stars and sea horses… really not hard to miss. Why did he even bother asking for direction - he had no problem to find things himself, usually. Urgh. Damien closed the door behind him and turned the key to the room before he leaned against the doorframe from within.

How to put that nicely …

He took his phone that he’d stored in his pocket. He had to contact his mom…

Are you just another role?

It sucked just writing that, but he hoped it would help get the first shock out of his system. He added the part that he’d seen her in a movie, but he didn’t expect an answer right away. It could take days until she even read the message - as he knew from experience. Still, he waited for a couple of minutes, staring at his phone while thinking hard.

Jess waited for a moment. She ignored how much time boys needed for bathroom needs outside the school, and going to check on him seemed inapproapiate. It wasn’t like would get lost in there, right? He bathroom wasn’t that big! But, what if he was trying to avoid her? What if he wanted to leave already?!

She shook her head, trying to kick the anxiety out of her system. During all the time they had spent together, she couldn’t recall doing anything which could bother him. What if he was feeling sick, or just dizzy? That would make sense, especially with all the candy Bruce used to carry with him. Maybe he had eaten something which wasn’t in a good state and his stomach suffered the consequences. Poor Damien! It would be better to wait and see.

Finally the bathroom door opened and Damien got out, looking defeated. He waited for 5 minutes for his mom to reply, but she did not, and so it could indeed take longer than he was any happy with. Not that it would change a thing, though - for now he planned to spend time with Jess, and whatever the outcome of this would be, he intended to stick to the plan and not let her worry today.

“Hey” he greeted Jess cautiously, peeking at her from afar. He was sorry because of the movie drama, but he didn’t know how to make up for it. “You wanted to show me your team?” he recalled, moving his ears up again.

“Damien!”

It made her really happy to see him back. Those five minutes seemed ages to her. As tempted as she felt to give him a quick hug, Jess restrained herself, wanting to give him room to get comfortable again. His words surprised her, though. Was he trying to make her feel at easy? Was it so obvious that she had panicked for a moment?

She couldn’t think too much of it, since the movement of his ears caught her attention. It was so adorable that it made her giggle.

“Sure! If you want to, of course. Do you play Pokémon, too?” she asked, beckoning him to follow her to her bedroom, where she kept her DS.

“Not … exactly? But you can show me how it’s works.” He knew it was a child’s game, so seriously - how difficult could it be. “And afterwards can we watch another movie. Your pick this time” he decided, following her and regretting the decision once he set foot into her room. It looked … girly.

“It takes the bravest men to walk into my room without feeling horrified by the amount of pink.” she giggled, teasing him a bit. She sat on her bed and picked up her DS, which was next to one of three taekwondo trophies.

“It’s a pity you haven’t played Pokémon before. But it’s easy. You capture some monsters called Pokémon, train them so they learn more abilities, and fight against other trainers until you become the best of all. Come on, sit with me! I’ll show you my loyal minions, hehehehe!”

That sounded evil. Damien frowned a bit, but smiled, too exhausted to be true to hide his feelings much for the rest of the day. He kind of like that.

He sat down on Jess’ bed as the first thing that looked like one could sit on it, still taking in in which abstract reality he’d landed here. When ones home was the reflection of ones soul, he felt like he should run, but he was going to stay and see what Jess had to show him. Better than brooding at home, wait till his dad found him and try to get him to stop to feed him carrots without hurting his feelings all too much.

Jess scooted a bit closer to him to show him her team, too unaware of the thoughts running through his mind. He seemed tired, but not of her, or her actions, but about something else. The best she could do now was to distract him from whatever was worrying him.

“Ready to see my team? You’ll love them! See, this is Victini, the star of my team. I trained him until he reached level 100. Right next, this is Altaria, one my oldest Pokémon. She has been there with for a long time! And here’s my Jigglypuff. It evolved from Igglybuff recently, she’s a cutie. Then there’s Ampharos - this sheep sure has some spark in battle, hehe! And finally, Meloetta. I got this beauty recently and I’m still training them. I think it’s a good team: Fire, Dragon, Basic, Electric and Psychic. Oh, and I almost forget!”

She rushed to open her PokéBank to reach some of the little monsters that she kept there. “While I don’t use them too often in battle, here I have some Pokémon that I love as well - like Gardevoir, my elegant plant lady, and Umbreon. Umbreon is really something special - I was expecting him to evolve to Espeon, but looks like his level of friendship reached its peak the night my Daddy died. Sometimes I wonder if Umbreon evolved that night to make me smile. I really don’t know.”

Damien was completely perplexed how she could even spell these names without getting embarrassed. Also: “Level of - ? … ” he tried to ask in-between, as she mentioned her dad and the thought about that overshadowed his question.

“You … like that game a lot, huh… ” he noticed. Level 100 … Now, he really had no clue how long that would take, but he guessed it wasn’t done in an hour. “Can you show me how you play? I mean, actually?” So far she just showed him what was available.

“Well, it has cute monsters that can kick ass, what’s not to love?” she replied with a laugh. “And i meant, experience level. Pokémon grow wiser, learn more attacks, and develop a bond with their trainer - usually friendship. In the newest games, the bond becomes key so the Pokémon can mega-evolve, in other words, to reach growth levels that most pokémon living in the wild never reach.”

She nodded at his request and leaned a bit against him, so he could see the screen better. On it, a female trainer appeared walking in a place similar to a park. “That’s me. Let’s see if I can find another trainer, or a wild pokémon that I can capture…”

It didn’t take her too long to find a wild pokémon - a Hawlucha. A wide grin showed up on her face. “Haaaa! Been looking for this one for a few days now! Go Meloetta!”

The Fight-type Pokémon couldn’t do much against a Psychic type, his type played against him. After a short battle, Jess sent the pokéball to capture him - and Hawlucha ended giving in and accepting her as trainer.

“Cool” Damien found, eyes wide as he watched what went on on the screen. So you could pick kinds of attacks, huh … he’d always wondered what like … normal kids did in their free time, and that was apparently it. He could indeed see an appeal to it, to be true, even when he shook his head then to look more serious once more. Pokémon was awesome AND seriously messed with his ‘detached, cool kid’ image.

“I mean … interesting. What do you do with it now … ” …

“Oh, many things! You can train it, feed it, take it to contests… Hold on, I’ll teach you everything!”

And she did. During the rest of the afterning they played together with her DS, and even had time to watch another movie. By the time he left, Jess couldn’t help but feel that she had found a great friend on him. She was almost looking forward to see him the next day in class. Perhaps she could invite Blue, and the three of them could play pokémon together.

It seemed really fun!

#Damien RP #Damien and Jess RP #Michelle Relevant #RP

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