#i need fanfics of him getting tickled ASAP

[redderthanatomato]

I WANT. To WRECK THIS BABY BOY,,, he’s so cute,,,

his giggles :( hes so cute

[mechdyke]

Rodimus X human!Reader - One-on-one time

WARNINGS: WATERSPORTS, under-negotiated kink, very mild non-con if you squint, AFAB reader but no gendered pronouns

Note: I'm imagining the reader to be about the size of a large doll. about 35cm/14” if compared to a human? That's how big the porcelain doll I used to work out positioning is lol

this is... the first fanfic ive finished and posted in probably close to 7 years. and its piss. its just lovingly written piss. whatever man. if anyone has any advice or notes pls lmk! i still feel like its a bit poorly written and awkward.

Getting the lap dog treatment from Rodimus was something you were used to by now. Your soft body being held tightly against hard abdominal plating, digits caressing your head and patting your hair, toying gently with soft strands in an affectionate way. Could it get uncomfortable? Sure. But the gentle rumbling of an engine and the slight warmth of metal armour up against your back was surprisingly comforting, despite the lack of padding.

After a good couple of hours of sitting in his lap, the familiar feeling of the need to pee started to build up in your abdomen. The tickling sensation coupled with the way Rodimus' servo was gently pressing against your stomach was already becoming a bit too much to handle. You took in a breath, trying to calm your body as much as possible before you spoke up. "Hey, Rodimus? Gonna need you to let me up real quick." You spoke as calmly as possible, trying not to alert him to your growing discomfort.

"Huh? What? Why? I thought we had something good going here. Just you and me, havin' a lil one on one time." Rodimus joked, squeezing you just a little more firmly against him. You sucked in a breath at the pressure, his servo pressing right against your bladder. You needed to get up ASAP.

"Roddy as much as I love you and your attempts at humour..." You smiled as casually as you could, feeling your crotch tingle ever so slightly, "I'm serious, I really gotta head to the bathroom." You looked up into his optics, meeting his gaze. He paused for a minute, his digits going still against you. The datapad he was trying, and failing miserably, at reading through nearly fell from his servo. You swore you could see his spoiler wings twitch, his vents cycling just a little warmer.

"Uh-huh! Just gimme a bit and I'll carry ya to the washracks. Really gotta finish reading and signing this or Ultra Magnus will get on my aft again." Rodimus finally replied after an awkward moment of silence, his voice slightly strained. You sighed, and relented quickly with a nod. The quicker you agreed, the quicker he'd finish doing his thing. Plus, at this point, the long trek to the washracks might be your downfall. And you really didn't wanna wet yourself on the way there. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of needing to pee. The sound of Rodimus' digits tapping at the datapad. The thud of bots walking through distant corridors. The slight smell of gasoline and burnt rubber. The feeling of his servo pressing-

"Can't you finish when we get back? I'll only be a couple of minutes- or uh- kliks I promise." You huffed desperately, your voice uncharacteristically shaky. Your thighs were squeezing together, and you were squirming even more. If his servo wasn't wrapped around you you'd have run off by now. You lean your head back against him, breathing rather heavily. He glances down at your flushed face, small organic body squirming against his large metal frame, and the look of pure desperation on your face. His fans click on.

You feel your cheeks heat up slightly at the sound. "Rodimus...?" Your need to pee is almost entirely forgotten for a moment as you stare up into his optics. A moment passes where you're both silent. "Rodimus are you getting off on this?" You ask rather bluntly, eyes not leaving his optics. Energon rushes to his cheeks, and he scoffs in denial.

"What? Of course not! Who'd get all charged up to the idea of a cute little squishy organic sitting on their lap, squirming against their panel and making cute little whimpers? Not me. That's for sure." Rodimus scoffs again, flush deepening as he realises he's just dug himself into an even deeper hole. An embarrassed staticky noise escapes his vocaliser, and he squeezes you around the abdomen again, unconsciously. "Alright fine, maybe. Don't be mad?" He sighs, scratching the back of his helm.

"Look, I'm not mad but-" You snap back to the reality of the situation as your crotch throbs almost painfully, his servo pressing against you reminding you of the heavy feeling in your bladder. You let out a groan, resting your head against his abdominal plating. "I'm going to piss myself if you keep pressing against me like that..." You mumble, arousal pooling in your lower stomach. You grind against him slightly in a mix of desperation and arousal. Rodimus' fans start spinning even faster, the warmth of his plating almost hot enough to burn your skin. He has to manually override a command to open his panel, the arousal starting to cloud his processor.

"Let me... help you with that..." Are the next words that escape Rodimus' voice box. Before you can ask what he means, a large metal hand is caressing your crotch gently, curiously. Your mind is slightly hazy, the tension thick in the air. You don't respond verbally, instead fumbling with the button to your pants and pulling them off with a slight struggle. Your underwear were damp, the slightest tinge of ammonia hitting his olfactory sensors. He dismissed another command prompt.

Digits trace against your covered crotch before pulling your underwear down, your breath hitching in your throat. Rodimus picks you up, resting you against his chassis. He pulls a thick polishing cloth from his subspace, folding it and placing it into his palm, before gently placing you on top of it, leaning you back against his digits. You fit surprisingly comfortably into his servo, legs dangling off the side of his palm. "Alright uh... you can just... void onto this cloth." His voice was strained, his internal fans whirring, his engine rumbling and his vents pouring hot air into the already warm room.

"I can't go when you're watching..." You mumble in embarrassment, face burning up. The cloth is soft against you, his frame warm and comfortingly familiar.

"Yes you can, sweetspark..." Rodimus rumbles comfortingly, free servo gently running through your hair. Your face is flushed with humiliation, you breath coming out as ragged pants. It burns and throbs, and you can feel a fluttering, tingly sensation blooming from your urethra, enveloping your entire crotch. One of his digits gently rubs at your folds, toying with your clit ever so gently to help you relax. He increases the pressure on your stomach slightly to encourage you, and you let go with a whimper.

It starts off slow, a gentle trickle into the cloth. Rodimus presses it against you slightly, making sure to soak up as much as possible. His thumb continues gently rubbing circles around your clit, cloth nestled in his palm. You can't hold back your noises, small moans and whimpers filling his audials. The sound of pressurising hydraulics can be heard as he lifts you slightly closer to his faceplate, optics flickering slightly as he watches. You're getting embarrassingly close already, panting and twitching in his servo. The cloth is almost entirely soaked, the once soft white fabric now tinted yellow. The feeling of emptying your bladder coupled with the pressure on your clit has you finishing quicker than you've ever finished before. Your back arches slightly, and with a soft moan of his name you're cumming against his servo.

Rodimus sucks in a heavy ex-vent, his free servo moving slightly faster. You didn't even notice he was touching himself until now. His helm hangs back as he overloads, sticky pink transfluids splattering across his desk and onto the forgotten datapad. You're panting as you lay back slightly in his palm, sticky, sweaty and absolutely spent. You both take a moment to rest before he pulls out another cloth from his subspace. He shoves the soiled one into his desk drawer, slowly wiping and cleaning you up with the new one. You hum in appreciation, squirming slightly at the overstimulating feeling of soft fabric against your sensitive folds. He quickly cleans himself up, his panel sliding closed with a click, and softly places you back down in his lap. His engine purrs softly, and you sigh contently. "Hey Rodimus?" He hums in response to your words, looking down at you with clear blue optics. "Next time you want me to piss on you, can you just ask?" You laugh softly. His faceplate heats up again and he bursts into his own laugh, rolling his optics and poking you in the side slightly.

"You ask so much of me." He sighs dramatically, shaking his helm. He reaches down to gently stroke your hair as you slowly start to doze off. His cheeks heat up again, energon rushing to his faceplate. "...wait... next time?”

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Last Six Lines

A hearty welcome to the space and thanks to writer @thylyre for the tag! Check out their BG3 Astarion writing here!

Some no pressure tags @beesht @lizziemajestic @kimberbohwrites @wakacreations @tealfling

Here's the thing.

I was working on my beloved Kanon AU (my heart to @reverieblondie for the encouragement, and consider yourself tagged also should you wish), but then, you know *gestures vaguely*, and I really needed some happy outcomes in life asap. I couldn't make them happen in the real world as I wanted, but I could escape for a little bit and make them happen in fanfic.

What I'm saying is, you win. The Northern Bastards finally getting a happily ever after. Only took 13 installments and half a year.

Last Six Lines of Northern Bastards happily ever after WIP:

“I can’t promise this is going to work out like.” “Did I say you had to?” “Nor that I’m not going to make a right pig’s ear of it.” “Again, don’t recall that being a stipulation.” “Or that it's not going to be the worst decision of your damn life.” “Gods you’re an effort. Anything else you can’t say that I never asked of ya?”

Last Six Lines of Kanon alternative universe WIP:

He sniffed loudly, a vibrating snort that didn’t help the tickling in his nostrils or the pressure behind his eyes. “I don’t need it.” Kanon called out immediately. Behind him, Arka was already reaching to her side and instead let a frustrated hand rest on her hip. “Kanon.” He waved vaguely in the air. He used to wave like that during fittings when someone was distracting him from his measurements. Now he used it to dismiss his sister every time she tried to give him that damn handkerchief.

[mahreemari]

mari’s collection of perfectly safe 2nu goodness

collection of safe 2nu fics i filtered through both ffn and ao3 to find. will be a total of four to five separate postings. first will be completed works on ffn, ao3, and then the incomplete works in the same posting order. 

if i made a mistake, please notify me asap so i can fix the list, i tried my best but i’m just one person and something might slip my eye by accident. at the same time, if there is a fic that i missed, please let me know so i can add it! as well as new publications. suggestions to improve the list are appreciated. 

noodle must be 19/20 minimal during the romance period in order for the fic to be included. any underage is prohibited. 

here are all the completed works from ffn:

Rated K/K+:

Behind the Mask – Rated K+ –  After a four-year absence, Noodle has finally returned but what is she hiding behind the mask she wears? 2DxNoodle

Black Eyes, Blue Hair – Rated K+ – Noodle's view on her blue haired bandmate. Rated K

Blue Haired, Green Eyed Freak – Rated K+ –  Murdoc may have gone too far. He has made a clone, named Natalie, using 2D and Noodle's DNA, and it's convinced it's their daughter. 2DxNoodle pairing. Be gentle, my first Gorillaz fic. Please read! COMPLETE.

Early Conversations – Rated K – Just a short story that came from I and Cooliochick5 RP. Noodle is six months pregnant and wakes up finding 2D talking to their unborn child. Pure fluffiness!

English Rose – Rated K – "You know very early on where you belong and who you're meant to be with, 'D. That's not something that can ever change. Those people and places will always come back." 2nu.

Far, Far Away – Rated K+ – For a while, both 2D and Noodle have been sad, have been in pain...but finally, after being reunited on Plastic Beach, Noodle confesses to 2D what she's been thinking about for a long, long time...

Nightmare – Rated K+ – Noodle's had another nightmare. And this time, she's made herself bleed. A bit of a 2DxNoodle, but more brother/sister. First 2Nu fic! Noodle's POV

The Steadfast Black-eyed Soldier – Rated K – Some sort of the re-telling of the 1976s cartoon "The Steadfast Tin Soldier", but with "Gorillaz" characters on the roles.

unconventional – Rated K+ – For a couple years and a half, they lived in Honeymoon Avenue until Noodle had to leave again. Almost five years later, she's close to accomplish her mission and more than ready to go home. / An "end of phase 4" family reunion.

You Are My Medicine – Rated K – 2D always needed his pills to take care of his migraines. But someone can also take the migraines away from him too.

Your the Best Present – Rated K – It's 2D's birthday! And of course 2D forgets that it is his birthday. But Noodle is also sad about something. Sorry, summary sucks.

Rated T:

A Midsummer's Wedding – Rated T – Noodle is getting married... but not to 2D. And he's not taking it very well, poor guy.

A Step Too Far – Rated T – Noodle catches the end of an argument between 2D and Murdoc. One that ends with 2D punching Murdoc and in trying to figure out what happened she learns of Paula. Confronting 2D about it seems like the only way to get answers even if they lead to an unexpected ending.

Bleeding Out – Rated T – "FACEACHE! Faceache, holy shit!" Murdoc yelled, pulling him from his bunker to the lift. "What? What's going on?" 2D squeaked, following the bassist. "It's- It's Noodle! Somethin' ain't right with her!" (2nu-centric, but not actually 2nu.)

Blimey, You're TwentyOne Already! – Rated T – It's Noodle's birthday and she has a special request. What on earth is 2D going to do?

En Route to the Vending Machine – Rated T – En Route to the Vending Machine that I'm Pretty Sure Doesn't Even Exist. Yep. That's all.

Fisticuffs And Frozen Peas – Rated T – Murdoc Niccals has the innate ability to get on the wrong side of everyone. Picking a fight is just the way he communicates. But picking a fight with Noodle? that's a different story. Contains some 2DxNoodle fluff, Oneshot. R&R xX

Gravity – Rated T – Oneshot. 6 years have passed since the release of Plastic Beach and the band reunited. Everything is going great and the Gorillaz are enjoying being together again as they prepare to release their new album. But what happens when 2D finds a letter to him inviting him to Paula's funeral? What will he find when he gets there? And more importantly, what had Paula been hiding from him?

I Promise – Rated T – It wasn't until 2D's head began to feel extremely light, and his eyes rolled back until he realized what he was doing, but there was no turning back now. Warning: Suicide Attempt and Aftermath

Just Say The Words – Rated T – 2D has a special surprise planned for his beloved Noodle and something to ask her. But it seems that he just can't find the time or place to tell her.

Louder Than Words – Rated T – '...They both felt safe and happy with each other...But now she was feeling an old worry tug at her mind's corners again…' The small trials and triumphs of a new relationship. 2DxNoodle. One shot, rated due to mild fluff.

May 23, 2011 – Rated T – Her presence in this stoic world he'd created sent him into an emotional spiral that brought about the worst of his migraines. The emotional detachment he'd grown fond of now mocked him, & he was forced to hold his tongue because it was too hard to speak.

May 23rd – Rated T – It's 2-D's birthday, but no one remembers, well, almost no one.

Melancholy Hill No More – Rated T – Noodle had always been good at finding 2D's secret spots... 2DxNoodle

Memories and Chocolate Pudding – Rated T – A short story I wrote as a request from a friend. She wanted a cute story that had to do with Phase 1 Noodle and 2D, something brother and sister like. Of course I added my own 2DxNoodle touch in the end. 10 years later of course. ; Enjoy.

No Rain – Rated T – If Noodle stays with him, then he's really gonna have it made! 2DxNoodle Song Fic.

Nursing a Flu – Rated T – 2D is sick, but he has a certain guitarist to take care of him.

Plastic Beach: Phase Three – Rated T – A 22 page story we had to type for my English class. It could be about anything we wanted so I chose this. 2DxNoodle.

Something's Up at the Spirit House – Rated T – Something is very wrong with the Gorillaz new home, and it's driving 2D mad. Will he and his bandmates be able to handle the mysterious forces at work at Saturnz Barz? A story to tie together the music videos and events of phase 4. Will be a little silly, a little eerie, and contain a dash of 2/nu.

The Meaning Of - Salt Skin Drafts – Rated T - A series of one-shots revolving around 2D and Noodle and the growth of their relationship between phases 2 and 3. Would-be continuations to my discontinued story Salt Skin. Friendship/Eventual Pairing.

Ups and Downs – Rated T – Noodle and 2-D both have strong feelings for eachother, but can there relationship take the challenges life throws at them? 2-DxNoodle COMPLETE!.

When You’re Close to Me – Rated T – Noodle has returned home to her boys, and is ready to face the feelings she'd had while away.

Rated M:

A Look I Used To Know – Rated M – He bit his lip as his eyes returned to her, studying her unsure movements while she tried to ignore his presence as he watched her. He felt his heart ache as she stood to her feet, the dejection in her body unclear to most was a scream in Stuart's ears...

A Simple Understanding – Rated M – Their grief was eating away at them, but all it took to save them was a simple understanding of feelings. 2DXN

Another Story – Rated M – This is not based in kong nor plastic beach. In fact this is just based between 2D and Noodle. Russel and Murdoc are mentioned but not by name. Please read and review!

Awake – Rated M – After a night out, 2-D awakes with a familiar face next to him, and very little memory of what happened the night before. A 2Nu fic. Rated M for strong language and sexual content.

Confessions – Rated M – 2D wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk threatening to break out. "Yeh think yeh better than meh?" Noodle scoffed. "Of course I am, 2D, I could beat you at any game you throw at me." She tried to ignore the fact that he had edged much closer that he was previously sitting. "Well," 2D breathed. Noodle swore she could feel his breath tickling her face. "Wah 'bout this one?" STRONG LANGUAGE

Just Passing Through – Rated M – A reunion between two band members after four years apart. 2DxNoodle. Rated M

Plastic Beach Romancing – Rated M – 1st fanfic ever! Yay. Everyone from the Gorillaz. So Noodle makes it to Plastic Beach and finds 2D just before he overdoses. I'd love to get comments please. Noodlex2D! 3

Reuniting – Rated M – To make matters worse, somehow, some way without Noodle's consent or knowledge, the three men had thought it would be amazing to vacation in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere, while staying in a log cabin of all things. This is a gift fic for WreckTangle. Rated M for sex...you've been warned. 2DxNoodle. O.o

She's My Collar – Rated M – Noodle and 2D have a secret that they feel has been kept long enough. They want to figure out a way to tell the others and come up with something rather creative. When Russel and Murdoc hear the lyrics to "She's my Collar" for the first time what will their reaction be? Can 2D and Noodle defend themselves or will their secret affair become just a memory? Rated M.

That One Day – Rated M – This fan fic has the song "Girl Gone Wild" in it by Madonna because it fits the plot lol. There is also an outside character by the name of Marcus that is mentioned. Rated M for lots of sexual scenes lol. Enjoy!

The Rube Goldberg Effect – Rated M – Poll winner! 2D has fallen asleep on Plastic Beach. His back now lobster red, he's in desperate need of relief. A hot summer day, a sunbite, a bottle of Aloe, and a bathing suit covered body. So what's Noodle have to do with this?... Aloe can be fun, too

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Alone or not.

This is my entry for both @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Anti-valentines day challenge and also @impalaimagining‘s 600 follower challenge. My Anti-Valentines prompt was the song Nothing Compares 2 U. My prompt 600 follower prompt was “Tonight’s my last night here.” This is un-beta’d so any and all mistakes are my own. Tags are below the cut, I have used the SPN Fanfic Pond tag list. If you have been tagged incorrectly please let me know and I will remove you asap.

Summary: The reader and Dean spend one last night together.

Pairing: Dean X Reader.

Warnings: Mild smut, Angst.

Word count: 1,602.

**Bang Bang Bang**

Rushing to the door, you opened it quickly already knowing who waited for you on the other side. Grabbing a fistful of shirt, you hauled the man inside, slamming the door behind him.

“Damn baby slow down. We have all night.” He said to me cockily as I started working on his belt, fingers fumbling against the buckle. You finally managed to unbuckle him, ripping the leather from his jean loops, you threw it towards the bed and started working on removing his shirt. He chuckled at your eagerness, his own hands reaching for your shirt albeit at a much slower pace, he knew that if he teased you it would drive you wild and he would have you literally begging him to take you. As you worked the flannel off of his shoulders and down his strong, muscular arms, you felt your arousal spike once more, you had always had a thing for his arms, knowing their strength first hand as he took down monster and took you against walls. You grew impatient with his shirt, choosing instead to rip it straight down the middle and yanking the the torn shirt off of his body in one clean movement.

As he began shrugging off the last of his tops, you quickly removed your unbuttoned shirt and popped open the button of your jeans. Looking at Dean in a moment of calm, you saw him finish taking off his boots and socks, matching your own bare feet. You smiled at him softly, shyness taking over for a split second before your hunger began to burn once more. Reaching to grasp his jaw in your hands, you pulled his lips to yours for your first kiss of the night. Gently pressing his tongue against the seam of your lips, silently asking for entrance which you gave freely. As the kiss began to grow more passionate you felt yourself getting wetter with each passing moment, you pulled away from the kiss the kneel down and remove Dean’s jeans. You let the denim pool at his ankles, Dean kicking them of recklessly, accidentally kneeing you in the breast. You let out a hiss of pain, as your hands came up quickly to cradle the injured area. A deep ache settled into your tissue as Dean quickly dropped to his knees in front of you, apologising profusely.

“Baby...Baby. I am so so sorry. I didn’t mean to catch you like that. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” He knelt there before you a guilt-ridden expression on his face and the situation caught up with you. You began to giggle, the pure absurdity of being kneed in the breast during sex was hilarious and soon both you and dean were knelt on the floor laughing. As your laughter began to die down, you locked eyes with Dean, the tension lifting and you both drew into a slow and sensual kiss. Your passion still burned but you wanted to take your time and savour each moment. You stood up and looked down at Dean as he knelt on the ground, looking up at you in wonder, love shining clearly in his eyes. You stroked your thumb across his plump lips, smiling as he pressed a soft kiss against the pad of your thumb. He leaned his head forward, pressing his forward against your stomach as your hand moved to cradle the back of his head. He placed a kiss on your skin, before moving slightly and kissing another patch of skin and another, until he was trailing kisses down your stomach reaching the opened button of your jeans. He placed his hands behind your knees, running them up the back of your thighs slowly as he continued to kiss the sliver of exposed skin that was displayed by your open jeans. His hands gripped the top of your jeans, pulling them down off of your hips and thighs before letting them drop slowly, the fabric tickling your legs as it grazed passed your skin.

He stood slowly keeping his head close to your skin as he did so, his nose brushing up your stomach before coming to rest on the little bow on your bra. He stayed there for a couple of seconds, his head nestled between your breasts, you could feel the vibrations of his voice against your skin but you couldn’t make out the words. Pulling at his hair, you moved his head away to catch the tail end of his apparently lengthy apology to your breasts.

“Dean… Baby. That’s weird... talking to my breasts. I am just gonna leave it though as I just need you… NOW!!!” You pushed him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him. You were determined to make every second count.

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You and Dean laid in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. You were breathing in his scent and basking in the afterglow of yet another round of love making. Looking over at the clock you could see it was nearly four am, Dean noticed you looking at the time and let out a deep sigh. Neither of you wanted to have this conversation but it still happened every year.

“Tonight’s my last night here.” Dean spoke softly but the words seemed to echo around the dark room. This couldn’t happen now, you needed more time, you just had to talk to him and make him see that this could last a little longer..

“Please Dean, just one more night baby. I just need one last night with you.” You begged him. He pulled you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“That’s what you said last time babe. Plus the time before that...and the time before that. Every time for the past six years. I have to move on Y/N. We both do.” You looked up at him, shaking your head as tears started to stream down your cheeks. “I can’t give you the life you deserve, you need to start looking towards your future, not your past.”

“I don’t have a future without you Dean. What am I supposed to do without you?” Sobs began to escape you as you saw tears fall from his emerald eyes. You knew there would be no talking him around this time. It was time to make your final goodbyes.

Damn it, damn it all. Why did it have to be like this? You had been happy together before but this life is so cruel. Hunting had been the way you had met, unfortunately it had also been the reason you had been torn apart.

Dean had got up from the bed and had started to get dressed, you followed his lead. You moved slower, reluctant for this night to end. As you dressed you looked at Dean’s face, determined to commit every line and freckle to memory, the thought of forgetting a single thing was terrifying to you. All too soon you were both dressed and ready to say your goodbyes, Dean’s hands were trembling as he grasped your shoulders, pulling you in for one final embrace. The pain inside you was so strong, building stronger with every breath you took. You didn’t see how he could expect you to look to the future, no matter what you did or who you met nothing would compare to him.

As he held you in his arms you couldn’t help but start to cry, it’d been so lonely without him with you. When he was gone all you could think about was when you would see him again, you couldn’t go out, you couldn’t breath properly without him beside you. The rage of losing him had fueled you in your hunts these past six years, but you always knew he would be back. Now he that he wouldn’t return, you didn’t think you would even have the heart to get out of bed, never mind the very things that had torn your life apart.

Letting go of you, he moved towards your bag, unzipping the small compartment where he knew you kept it safe. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out his necklace, the only thing you had left of him. The necklace had been a huge part of his life, having been given it by Sam, he wore it all the time. The two of you were the only ones to know that before Sam burned his body, you had taken off his necklace, as a way to keep him close to you.

You stood there watching helplessly, as Dean walked over to the table and place the necklace in a small bowl and doused it with fuel. Looking over at you he motioned you forward. You quickly stepped to his side, breathing in his scent one last time.

“You have to do it Y/N. I want to spend my last seconds looking into your beautiful eyes.” Dean spoke so calmly, you knew he was ready to move on. The two of you turned to face each other, the bowl on the table at your side. He passed you a match as he stared into your eyes. You lit it and held it over the bowl.

“Goodbye Dean.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered back, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead just as you dropped the match. You felt the pressure of his kiss vanish, a single sob broke from your lips. You opened your eyes, staring at the blank space in front of you. This was your final goodbye.

“I love you Dean.”

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One Last Dance.

This is my entry for @jpadjackles 1,000 follower challenge cellebration. My song prompt was One Last Dance by R5. The fic is based off the song and I have also used the lyrics in the story (They are in bold). I had help fleshing out my idea from the talented @l8nitl0vr and the amazing @traceyaudette. This was beta’d by the brilliant @roxy-davenport. Tags are below the cut. I have used the tag lists from @mrswhozeewhatsis and the SPN Fanfic Pond. If I have tagged you and you wish to be removed please let me know and I will remove the tag asap.

Summary: The reader goes to high school with Sam and they have a journey with two major speed bumps. What will the reader do when she finds out about the hunting?

Pairing: Sam X Reader.

Warnings: Fluff with a dash of Angst. Mentions of killing a vampire.

Word count: 2022.

Reader P.O.V

This was it, my last chance to make things right between us. It’s now graduation day and after today, I wouldn’t be able to see Sam, unless I managed to talk to him and explain why I did what I did. I fidgeted nervously in my seat as I waited for the graduation ceremony to finish, my mind beginning to wander back to when it all began.

**Freshman Year**

It was my first day of high school and I was nervous about being here, not only was school a naturally scary place but it was also my first week in town, meaning that I knew absolutely no one here. As I made my way through the school, searching for my first class, I kept my gaze down on the floor. I didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone and just scurried along until I walked head first into a wall. I fell backwards, pain exploding in my skull and back as I fell on my backpack. I could hear laughter all around as tears welled in my eyes, the pain and humiliation over taking me, as I lay there unmoving.

A face suddenly appeared in my vision, stunning hazel eyes filled with concern looking down at me. The boy above me reached down and grasped my hand, pulling me up and giving me a kind smile.

“Hi, are you okay? That looked like a pretty nasty fall.” He asked me sweetly.

“Yeah, my head hurts. I think I am gonna go to the nurse. Thanks for your help.”

“I will go with you, make sure you don’t have a concussion. I’m Sam.” He took my backpack from my shoulder, carrying it for me as he started walking down the hall.

“I’m Y/N.” I replied smiling at him, I may be sore but I had a feeling that things were looking up, at least I seem to have made a friend.

**Sophomore Year**

I had known Sam for over a year now and we had become best friends. We shared a lot of classes but Sam also took AP Latin and AP History, which I had decided not to do. He was incredibly smart and kind; I had never met another person like him in my entire life. We spent a lot of time hanging out after school together except when his dad and brother were in town, then he would spend time with them. I had met Dean a couple of times but I had never met their dad, they both just kept saying that it was a bad idea. I didn’t understand why but I trusted Sam.

When they were out of town Sam would spend most of his time with my family and I. He would have meals with us nearly every night and would occasionally sleep over in the guest room if he stayed over too late. My parents loved him, they knew Sam would always encourage me to follow my heart, stay grounded and learn as much as I could. I don’t know what I would do without him he is everything to me.

**Junior Year**

It was an hour after school had finished and I was walking through the school halls, making my way to the exit when suddenly two hands came up behind me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into a wall of muscle standing behind me. I let out a screech, struggling against his arms as his hands began to tickle at my ribs. I tried to escape the cage of his arms but he was too strong and I was laughing uncontrollably. Finally he stopped and I calmed myself down listening to his chuckles before turning around in his arms, still giggling I raised my face to look at his smiling face. Sam and I had been dating around 7 months. He had asked me out over the summer and I had never made a better choice than saying yes. I was about to pull him down for a kiss when his phone started ringing; he placed a kiss on my forehead and quickly pulled away. He answered his phone quickly, like he always did when his family was out of town.

“Yes Sir...No Sir...I was just with...Yes Y/N Sir.” Sam smiled at me sadly before waving and starting to walk ahead of you to the exit. “I have sent you the info I have found so far.”

I didn’t know what they were talking about but you knew John didn’t approve of you, he thought Sam was wasting his time. Sam and Dean always reassured me that John wasn’t trying to be personal but it definitely felt that way. I knew the three of them were keeping secrets but that didn’t bother me really, what bothered me was Sam keeping secrets. I thought we shared everything.

**Senior Year**

It was pitch black around me and my only source of light was the torch currently in John Winchester’s hand. When he had shown up outside my work, I had been reluctant to go with him but he said he had something he wanted to show me about Sam. Sam had been getting more and more distant lately and I just didn’t know what to do, maybe this way I would be able to help him more and bring our relationship back together.

John led me to a dark warehouse in the meatpacking district and he motioned for me to go inside. I was scared but curious as to what was going on so I went inside. Sitting bound to a steel chair was a young man, covered in mud, smiling creepily at me.

“Did you bring me a snack Winchester?” He shouted at John. I spun round to face John, confusion and fear filling me.

“John, what’s going on? Who is he? What have you done to him?” I asked him quickly on the verge of hysteria.

“He is a Vampire. Yes they are real. No, this is not a trick. Every thing that you believe to be a fairy tale is real. I am a hunter. So is Dean. So is Sam.” I looked at John like he was crazy, backing away from him and toward the bound man. “Ah. Ah. Ah. I wouldn’t get too close. A civilian with no experience like you could get hurt.”

“What do you mean you are hunters? What do you do?” As I stepped closer to the man, I quickly turned to him, reaching for the rope that held him. I went to set him free but he suddenly opened his mouth, a second set of teeth dropping from his gums, snarling at me. I screamed, willing my body to move but I was frozen in fear. Suddenly I felt a warm spray of blood hit my torso before being pulled back by John. I looked back at the man to see that John had taken off his head. I started to feel faint but steeled myself quickly.

“You see Y/N. This is what Sam has been keeping from you. You are holding him back. Filling his head with the ideas of running off to Stanford and having a normal life, when really he needs to be with Dean and I. Hunting, saving people. What can you offer him compared to saving a life?” He looked down at me as I stood there shivering in the cold damp warehouse. I knew what I had to do, I was too afraid to do anything else but this. I pulled out my phone and called the one person I loved most in the world.

“Sam...I can’t be with you anymore. I’m sorry. Don’t speak to me again. Just stay away please. Goodbye Sam.” With those words, my whole world came crashing down around me.

**Present Day/Graduation Day**

It had been a hard few months without Sam by my side but I had got through it. I never told anyone what John had shown me, not when my family tried to talk, not when my friends tried to talk to me and especially not when Sam tried to talk to me. Finally Dean had had enough and had come to visit me last week; he sat down with me and explained everything. From what happened to their mother, to how Sam had made a deal with his dad to have a normal high school career by agreeing that if he stayed, he would become the research base for them when they went on hunts. It explained all the strange phone calls he would receive and all the strange classes he took, he needed the information for hunting.

It had taken me a long time to come to terms with everything, I am still not sure that I am okay with everything but I know I can’t lose Sam, not forever. With the graduation ceremony out of the way, the crowds around me had huddled around, splitting off into families and I knew I didn’t have much time. Looking around frantically, I spotted Sam quickly, his height being the perfect give away. I started to make my way towards him, mentally preparing what I was going to say. Once I reached him, I tapped him lightly on the back and watched him slowly turn around.

“Hi Sam... I heard you're heading east, off to Stanford? That’s great, really great. I always said you could do it...I wanted to apologise for what happened. I never wanted to break up with you. Not really.” John started clearing his throat, trying to interrupt me but I wasn’t going to let him. “I didn’t know what to do I was scared; when your dad told me about you guys hunting...I just sort of lost it. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I know you may never forgive me but we said we’d be friends, till the end. I don’t want to give up on us. I know I am rambling but I just had to say this all now before I lost the courage.” I looked at Sam, panting at my long speech.

I saw teardrops in his hazel eyes, those eyes had been such a source of comfort over the years and it hit me how much I loved him. He smiled at me tearfully, shaking off his dad’s hand that had started to pull at his shoulder.

“I know Y/N. Dean told me last week what dad did. I am so sorry. I wanted to come and talk to you but Dean said you needed time. I would do anything for you Y/N. I love you.” He stepped closer to me, taking my hands in his.

“I love you too Sam.” I leaned up to place a soft but passionate kiss on his lips, my heart once again feeling whole. We pulled away slowly, trading small kisses as we did.

“We still have the graduation party to go to then tomorrow we can plan for Stanford.” I said to him, hoping he would be happy at the chance of a future together. He smiled and lifted me up into his arms, spinning me off the floor, cheering as I laughed. He slowed to a stop and set me down gently.

“That sounds perfect Y/N.” Sam took my hand in his as we began to walk past his dad.

“Sam what about hunting? It’s your responsibility.” John called after us.

“No dad, it’s yours. Let Sam be happy. Let me be happy. When you decide to stop being a hunter and start being a dad, look us up.” Dean spoke to him calmly before jogging up to us, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I looked from Dean to Sam and smiled.

“Come on Y/N, I just want one last dance with you before the start of our new lives.” Sam knew exactly what you wanted and that made you both incredibly happy and excited to start your new lives together.

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