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winterscaptain · 4 years ago

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marksmanship.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: thank @quillvine for kicking my ass into gear on this one. for the record, i took artistic liberties with the differences between the beretta and the glock - nothing too crazy, but they aren’t that different in real life. (yes, hello, i live in the united states of embarrassment and i’m sorry). the first two lines of dialogue come from ncis episode 1x09 and were the original inspiration for this fic. lemme know what you think and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

words: 1.1k warnings; guns (handguns, sniper rifles), firing on human-shaped paper targets on a controlled range, questionable teaching practices, Sniper Hotch™

summary: “you know how you smoke out a sniper? you send a guy out in the open, and you see if he gets shot. they thought that one up at west point” - samuel fuller. au!april 2013

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You watch him tape your phone to the target brace, dangling right over the hostage outline.

“Damn it, Aaron. I need that.”

He puts his headphones on and kisses your cheek, lining himself up behind you. His lips rise to your ear and you suppress a shudder. “Then don’t shoot it.”

You adjust your grip on your new Glock, not entirely accustomed to the bigger weapon. Aaron’s weight against your back and his hands on your hips doesn’t help, either. He’s always distracting, but with a firearm in your hands, there’s a little more thrill to it, a little more benign danger.

It’s exciting.

This wouldn’t be nearly as fun with Derek.

You take a shot, immediately letting all your breath out in a sharp exhale when you miss entirely.

“That’s okay. It leans left. Now you know.”

You nod and roll your shoulders out again, staring down the sight.

This time, you remember everything you’ve learned, taking a deep breath and firing on empty lungs. You barely blink, but still miss just outside the outline of the unsub.

Aaron kisses the curve of your neck where it meets your shoulder. “Three more, then notes.”

To his credit, he doesn’t move, only supporting your body as you get used to the slightly heavier weapon. There’s less recoil than your old Beretta, but the excuse is always welcome.

You fire off three more shots in quick succession, one hitting inside the lines, right at the top of the head.

Placing the gun on the felt pad Aaron lent you, the barrel facing down-range, you press the button to bring your target toward you so you can evaluate it. Because you’re the only two in the range, you remove your hearing protection and so does he, saving you the effort of shouting.

Aaron reaches past you, pointing at the paper, completely ignoring your phone still dangling by the tape. “The Glock releases faster than your Beretta, and will pack more of a punch,” he says. “You don’t have to cheat high because your rounds won’t arc down as much at the higher velocity.”

You look at your groupings, finding they were almost exactly where you aimed them, instead of the centimeter below, like you expected. “Makes sense. What else?”

“Like I said first, it cheats left. You’ll have to compensate by about an inch to get it where you want to go.”

You snort. “So what you’re saying is, if I want a perfect shot I have to aim right at my phone.”

When he doesn’t say anything, you look over your shoulder. He’s grinning.

You roll your eyes and put your headphones back on, grumbling something that sounds like “fuckhead,” but Aaron isn’t sure.

He stands back a little ways, confident that you’ve got the hang of the disparities in physics, with his headphones on and arms crossed. You roll the target out to seven yards (the average distance to an assailant) and take a deep breath.

Thank God you backed that phone up before you left this morning.

You fire off three shots, Aaron’s voice echoing in your head.

Front sight, trigger press, follow through.

Front sight trigger press follow through

Frontsighttriggerpressfollowthrough

You set the gun down and pick up the scope from his disassembled sniper rifle - another item on Aaron’s to-do list for you today - and look at the target.

With a sigh of relief, you see that your phone is intact and you’ve got a nice, tight grouping on the unsub.

You hear Aaron’s small round of applause before you remove your ear protection, and turn around to acknowledge the praise with a gracious tip of your head. “Not so bad?”

He shakes his head. “Not so bad.” He sniffs, holding the scope between two fingers - it’s huge, but he makes it look easily manageable.

Nice.

“Now - long-distance marksmanship will definitely take us the rest of the afternoon.”

You let your head fall with a defeated groan. “We’ve been here since nine and it’s nearly one, Aaron. Can’t we do this… any other time?”

He raises his eyebrows. “The range is deserted. Would you prefer an audience?”

Your mouth twists. “No.”

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You shove your earplugs in your ears and fold your arms right where Aaron’s shoulders flatten, resting your chin over your hands. You’re laid out entirely flat over him, lined up as best you can for posture and angle.

He’ll take a few shots after he shows you how to adjust for wind, distance, obstacles, all of it.

“The scope will take you where you need to go - you just have to get the reading right.”

Aaron settles his cheek against the stock of the gun, staring down the scope with his left eye. “So,” he says, his voice clouded by concentration, “we’re going about three thousand yards today. What you’ll want to do for a distance like that, with the wind as it is today from the southeast…”

How does he know that?

You look up, trying to look at the clouds or the trees or something.

He rolls his shoulder, knocking you a little off-balance. “Hey. Focus. I’ll show you.”

You settle back against him, very much liking his method of teaching, and listen as he walks you through all the knobs and levers and hinges on the scope.

“...And then,” he presses his cheek against the stock again, making sure his shoulder is flush, too, “you fire.”

He takes a deep breath, pausing for a moment when all the air is gone, and fires.

There’s a decent amount of recoil as he takes the shot and you can feel the muscles in his back ripple under you as he absorbs the energy.

“We won't be able to see it well until we drive out to the target - it’s nearly two miles away - but you can see a decent amount through the scope.”

You kiss the back of his neck. “Very nice.”

The pull of his cheek is visible from where you are, but you can’t completely see his smile. “Thank you.”

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By the time you get back Aaron’s car outside the BAU offices, you’re entirely beat. Your shoulders ache, your nose is full of dry dirt and gunpowder, your fingers are stiff, and you’ll need to ice your hips and knees when you get home.

Aaron makes it look easy, but keeping your heels flat in sniper prone for two hours is awful.

“Remind me why I went to you for marksmanship training, again?”

He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. “Because I’m the best.”

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thepaperpanda · 4 years ago

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A Dream || Part II || Sam Drake x Reader smut

Summary: How surprised Sam is when he meets you in the prison, and when it turns out you're the friend of Adler. Fortunately, Drake lets you play a little game with him.

Warnings: SMUT!!

Words: 4905

Authors: Cass & Rouge

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Sam was looking at a stone ceiling that was softly illuminated with a bright light that was getting in through the small window.

He was thinking about you while laying on his bunk. He was afraid that all of this was just a dream or at last a really successful way of getting him into Rafe’s dirty, little paws. There were a thousands of thoughts running through his mind.

All this was suddenly interrupted by two guards telling Sam that he was free. Apparently Rafe bailed him out and soon Samuel Drake was free again, he was able to simply walk out of the prison.

Dressed normally again, with bag on his shoulder Sam looked around and frowned as he spotted Rafe.

"Samuel Drake! It's nice to see you! Alive and well. I hope they weren't too hard on you there?" He asked with a mean smile.

"Oh yea, it was a heaven there." Sam muttered.

Rafe rolled his eyes and wrapped arm around Sam's shoulder to lead him into a car. "Oh, I know, I know, Sam, but look at you! Alive and well."

Sam didn't say anything. He simply climbed into the car, letting Rafe drive. Sam good knew that Rafe wanted the treasure, so he agreed on this shit.

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After few hours of drive, Rafe stopped the car. They were in front of a hotel.

"Now, Sam. Let's be open about stuff, okay? I want a treasure and you want your freedom. Be a good boy, and don't try to run because I will make sure to find you and your little brother." Rafe summed up as soon as he stopped in front of Sam's room. "Tonight you are free, but tomorrow we start searching, okay?"

Sam wanted to punch Rafe in this stupid face, but it wasn't a good idea. For now. "Okay." He muttered and entered the room, locking the door behind him. Man let out a deep sigh and flopped on a soft bed, the feeling of freedom was something he desired for years.

Sam was ready to fell asleep when a pack of cigarettes with a pink bow and a card got his attention. Sitting up, Sam grabbed the box and looked at it, those were a very good and expensive cigs. He pulled one out and lit it, looking at the card. 'Come and met me in the bar. Y/N'

His eyes widened, immediately Sam got up and ran to the hotel bar.

You were wearing a red, shirt dress, fitted one that emphasized the curves of your figure.

The black high heels completed your outfit.

As long as you entered the bar, the attention of all the men gathered there were moved to you. Some of them whistled in awe. You sent them a brief smile, and with a swing in your hips you approached the bar, taking a seat at a hooker. "Martini, please," you ordered with a little smile sent to the bartender, who checked you out with a wry grin, licking the corners of his mouth.

You tapped the counter with your long nails, awaiting for the one special man to come...

You were more than pleased as soon as you heard that Rafe got Sam out of the prison.

Few weeks have passed since your last meeting, and, you had to admit it, you were missing the touch of this man a lot.

Sam was more than thankful that he could freely smoke in this hotel. He entered the bar and looked around, looking for you. It wasn't particularly hard, you were the most stunning human being in this whole place.

Sam let out some smoke and looked down on himself, he didn't look too bad actually but still, he was worried it might be not enough for you. He straightened his jeans jacket and walked to the bar, using a moment of your distraction. "Hello there, beautiful. Can I offer you another drink?" Sam said with a soft pur, sitting on the stool right next to you.

You pretended you haven't noticed his presence, do you smirked and nodded head a little. "If you will guess what do I drink, I'll let you buy me a drink, sir," you replied, and tilted head aside to look at him above your shoulder.

"Well, thinking about such a beautiful and stunning lady like you..." Sam hummed looking at your drink and thinking about the right answer. "... I would say it's a martini, a fine drink for a fine lady like you."

He smiled at you, in a deep disbelieve he was seeing you again. This was proof you weren't just a dream. You were here now, with him and for him.

You gave him a little nod of your head, just a tiny one, barely noticeable, but you knew he understood.

You turned to him on your chair, crossing legs nicely, making sure that your dress moved a little up your thighs, uncovering the flesh of your legs.

Sam licked his lips checking your body from the bottom to the top. Oh, how happy he was that you were here, he was already getting excited about this meeting.

"Oh, you finally decided to look at me, missy? I'm glad to see those beautiful eyes looking at me." He said with his charming smile.

You nodded and sipped from your glass. "I did. And I don't regret, mister," you told him.

You slowly downed the drink, letting fee drops to fall on your cleavage, you slowly ran the tip of your tongue along the line of your lips covered in red lipstick.

Sam chuckled and licked his lips once again, looking at your beautiful lips. "You know, I have a nice room with a big bed. Maybe you would like to visit me tonight? I am an ex-prisoner, a warm and nice body as yours would be a real consolation for my poor, wretched soul and body."

"I don't know, darling. I don't know if I am allowed to do so," you teased as you stretched one of your legs, and rubbed it against his knee.

It was when Rafe has approached the two of you, with the wry smirk of his on his lips.

"Oh well, I can see you keep whoring around as always, love." Rafe smiled wrapping arm around your shoulder. "I can see that our dear Sammy here ran after the bone. Like a good dog he is."

Sam frowned, looking at Rafe and you. He could feel a nice atmosphere and any kind of excitement wear off pretty quickly, he really wanted to strangle this fucked up rich boy then and there.

"Smile, Sam. You are scaring the lady," Adler said with a short laugh.

You briefly kissed Rafe's cheek and smiled at him, poking his ribs gently. "Stop it, Adler, or I'll have to break your neck," you said, your time was vicious and smirk vanished as soon as you spot the look on Sam's face.

Slowly getting up from your chair, you touched man's chest. "He's very important. The most important here, Rafe," you told him.

"Well I am sorry, love, but we all know you're not a saint." Rafe hummed, rolling his eyes annoyed.

Sam tensed at your touch and gently pushed your hand off his chest. "I need to smoke, I will go outside. Don't worry, I won't run away." Sam did just as he said and went outside to smoke and calm down.

Rafe watched him leave. "Listen now, you little slut." He growled bending your arm enough to make it hurt. Rafe knew how to do it so no one realized what's going on. "You better work on him, because I need this fucking treasure. Don't forget our deal. Now, go after him." He ordered.

You clenched teeth and hands in fists, you gasped as you felt that his fingers probably have left a bruise to your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm working on this," you snarled through clenched teeth. "Now, let me finish my work."

You grabbed your purse, and followed Sam outside the hotel.

"Better make it quick." He growled behind you and simply went to order himself a drink.

Meanwhile, Sam was sitting on the kerbstone, smoking as always. He couldn't tell what upset him that much, maybe it was Rafe, maybe he was simply jealous???

"Is it a free spot?," You asked pointing on the place next to him, and before he managed to reply, you had taken the seat. "I'm sorry for Rafe, he's blinded by this treasure you two are going to hunt," you said sadly, placing palm on Sam's shoulder.

Sam smiled, nodding his head. "Believe me, I know this. He was like this even whole fifteen years ago, he was ready to kill whoever got in our way." He summed up before taking a drag of his cig. "He is the reason I got shot and my little brother is traumatized for life."

Sam stayed quiet for a longer moment, collecting his thoughts and everything. "So... You and Rafe. You two are a thing?" He asked unsure if he even wanted to know.

You stroked his back slowly. "I heard about Nathan. Did you let him know you're alive, safe and sound as much as you can be?," You asked, being truly interested in getting an answer.

As soon as man asked about you and Rafe, you chuckled loudly, holding hand on your abdomen. "Me? And Rafe? Never, even though I know he would want this," you replied openly. "Why are you asking? Are you jealous, Mr. Treasure Hunter?"

"No, I did not. This asshole wouldn't let me, I just know that Nathan has a quiet, normal life. Better if this stays this way, he deserved this more than anyone else." Sam sighed rubbing his eyes, sure he missed Nathan. He wanted to contact him, tell him everything but it wasn't a good idea. Now his brother had a life that Sam always wanted to give him but wasn't able to after their mother's death. It was better to stay away. "Yes I am jealous, plus he wasn't really nice when it came to you. I don't care who he is, this is not how you treat your 'friends'. On the other hand... Does he even know how to treat others right?" Sam sighed throwing away the end of his cigarette.

"He does when he has a purpose," you told him briefly, with a slight shrug of your shoulders. "Sometimes he can be charming even."

"Now he has a purpose and he treats both of us like shit." Sam sighed and looked at you. "This is stupid, but I missed ya. I couldn't wait to see you again." He said suddenly with a soft smile.

You couldn't wait any longer. Your hand was reached slowly towards him, you touched his cheek, caressing his rough skin gently, smiling at him. "I missed you too, Samuel."

Sam cupped your hand on his cheek and smiled even more, enjoying your soft touch. "Hey, I know that I am old but there is no need to call me by full name. Sam will be enough." He winked at you and turned his head to kiss your palm.

A shiver ran along your spine, you felt the sensation building within your abdomen. "Sam, is it better this way?," You asked and trailed fingertips along his jaw.

He kissed your finger and smiled. "Oh, much better, baby. So? What will we do now, huh?"

"I have no idea," you told him. "Whatever you want to do," you offered.

"Can I ask for your purse?" Sam asked.

You blinked few times, yet nodded slowly, handling your purse to him.

In first moment you wanted to take it back, being afraid he might find some inappropriate things there, but the feeling quickly vanished.

Sam looked through the content on your little bag. He didn't pull anything until he found your keys. "And there we go. Those, looks like keys to your flat. I bet my life that girl like you has a big bed." Samuel summed up moving closer to whisper into your ear. "Big and soft bed where I can make you scream my name louder than you did back in the prison."

As blush hit your cheeks, you gasped loudly, looking at him, a sparks in your eyes made them glistening like a stars. "Sam!," You chuckled nervously. "You're a little lecher!"

But you slowly got up and offered him your hand. "It's not too far from here, three or for blocks," you informed. "We can have a walk along the shoreline."

"I am just your local, good, old seducer, sweetheart." He got up and offered you his arm. "But you don't need to fear, there is one lady that put a leash on me."

Sam started to walk as soon as you accept his arm. "Besides, you are the most beautiful girl in the whole place. It would be shame to not try get between your legs."

"Samuel Drake!," You raised your tone at him, which made few people on the sidewalk turned around to look at two of you. "Don't be such a perv," you instructed him.

When you were walking, you still had this awful feeling of being observed, so you turned your head to check whether you were followed or not, but you haven't noticed anyone.

Sam only laughed at you reaction and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "I may be a pervert but on the bright side I am your perv." He hummed and kissed side of your head.

Sam walked with you, he noticed your odd behavior. He felt that something bother you. "Y/N? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, it's a little paranoia I guess," you turned the situation into a joke. "When someone as Adler is a friend of yours, you need to be cautious," you added.

Sam tightened his arm around you in protective manner, looking around with a frown. Soon his attention returned to you. "Is this rich asshole hurting you?"

"All the time," you summed up. "He's vicious, he good knows what to do to make a person feeling insecure," you told Sam.

The walk along shoreline was a pleasant moment, you enjoyed it so much, and wished this moment last forever.

Sam kissed the top of his head. He just got one more reason to murder Rafe as soon as he will be able to, or at last watch him die. "You are safe with me." He whispered. Sam meant what he just said. Sure, Adler sent you to prison just to bargain Sam into going with him, but Samuel fall hard for you. He wasn't going to let you go.

As soon as you reached the fancy surrounding, you turned left, heading to a house with a beautifully trimmed lawn. You stopped in didn't if the door and looked for the keys in your purse. As soon as you did, you opened the door, and stepped inside.

Sam followed you inside and looked around, the house was fancy. Maybe a little bit too fancy as for him, he was a simple man but he indeed was impressed.

But there was no time for tour or anything. Sam suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his hips, he gave you a cocky smile. "Hey there, beautiful."

Taken by a surprise, you squeaked and chuckled, wrapping arms around his neck. You dropped the keys to the wooden floor, they fell on it with a loud, metallic noise. "Hey there, handsome," you greeted him while placing a tiny kiss to bridge of his nose.

Sam purred loudly at the soft feeling of your lips. "Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I missed those lips. Just in other place." He joked and his lips moved to your neck where he started to gently kiss and bite your skin.

You moaned for him, slipping your hands into his hair. "Maybe not here," you gasped. You were already shaking from desire, the heat between your legs started to be unbearable. "Put me down," you asked him. Your lips traced the line of his jaw.

"Why not? I could fuck you nicely against the wall like I did before." He growled against your neck but soon he obeyed you and put you down. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

You grabbed him by his rough palm, and lead the way upstairs. You stopped minding the blush that appeared on your face again after Sam's words.

As soon as you entered a long hallway, you let go of his hand and started unzipping your dress, still with the familiar swing in your hips.

Sam followed you slowly looking at the little show. He couldn't describe how much he wanted you, after this one time with you he desired only you. He moved closer and helped you with the zipper a little, his hand gently slipped under your dress. Sam smiled to himself. "I missed the feeling of this soft skin."

You only smirked at his words, cold shivers ran along your spine once again. You were curious, what exactly this particular man had in himself that he was turning your mind upside down.

Soon, you opened the door leading to a huge bedroom. The bed was placed near the entrance to the balcony, a satin quilt on the bed shone in a light of the moon which peeked from behind the clouds.

You made sure the zipper of your dress was fully opened, then you simply let the dress fall down to your ankles. You stepped out of it; you were wearing only lacy, black panties beneath.

Sam watched you with his mouth opened, he never forgot how your body looked, but now in this other circumstances you were even more beautiful. He could imagine all sort of stuff he could do to you and this sweet body of yours. "Oh, little one. You love to tease, huh?" Sam asked removing his jacket and shirt, exposing his chest to you. "It's not nice to tease, I think I will have to teach you some stuff." Samuel walked closer to you and pulled you into a heated kiss.

You wrapped arms around man's neck, pressing boobs to his exposed chest. Your tongues danced together, and you hummed into the kiss. This was all you needed.

When you broke the kiss, you smiled at him, and walked to the bed, where you laid, rubbing thighs together, watching him. "Did I tell you I love your body? Even with those," you pointed the scars the bullets have left on his lower stomach.

"Well, women naturally love some scars. It shows how strong and brave the man is." Sam joked removing his pants slowly.

He walked to you bed slowly. Samuel grabbed your foot and placed a kiss on top of it. Soon he moved up, kissing every inch of the skin until he got comfortable between your legs. "Hmmm, let's see if I remember where it is." He hummed before rubbing your clit through your lacy panties.

"Oh, God," you gasped loudly and rolled head back, resting it on the mattress of your bed. "You're the most teasing person I've ever met."

"Well, I learn from the best." He looked up at you and winked. "How about we take this off, huh?" Biting his lips gently, Sam pulled your pants off.

"Sam," you gasped once again and rubbed thighs together. "You're turning me on so much!," You told him while slipped hands in his hair.

He chuckled, pulling your thighs apart. "Oh, I know this, sweetheart. I try my best."

Sam leant down and kissed your belly, only to move down to your pussy. His thumb started to again rub circles on your clit as his tongue started to softly lick and tease your entrance.

"Fuck," you gasped and placed your legs on his wide shoulders. "That's it, handsome, you hit the perfect spot," you whispered through parted lips, your fingers tangled with his hair.

Sam hummed, looking up on you. He took his time eating you out, there was no time to rush it all. Sam started to rub your clit faster as soon and his tongue slipped inside of you.

"Sam! You're unfair!," You moaned sweetly. "I want to be gagged with your cock," you moaned.

Sam smiled and moved up, he gave you a quick kiss. His hand stayed between your legs. "Oh, I know what you want, sweetheart..." He pushed two of his fingers inside of you while his thumb started to abuse your bundle of nerves.

"I didn't want it!," You chuckled darkly, but enjoyed the touch and pleasure he has offered you. "I want to suck you off, you heard me?"

"Oh, I heard you just right, but tonight I am in charge here." Sam smiled curling his fingers deep inside of you. "You will cum for daddy like a good girl you are, and then we will think about prize for you."

Your thighs twitched, and you arched your back. "That's it, Samuel, just like that..."

You turned into a moaning mess, writhing in the bed at the slightest touch of his.

Sam stopped his movement and looked at you with a soft frown. "Samuel?

"Yes...," You replied and cocked your brow. "Is this a problem, Samuel?," You teased. You good knew he preferred short version of his name.

He chuckled. "You want daddy to do something, you need to address him properly." Sam informed you with a smile.

"Daddy," you emphasized the word while rolling your hips a little. "Is it better?"

"Now this is more like it, sweetheart." Sam smiled and resumed the movement of his fingers. His lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and biting it gently.

"Fuck," you moaned quietly as you felt how you pussy started clenching around his fingers. Soon, they were flooded with your juices, and your peak has left you as a mess.

Sam watched your peak with a satisfied smile, he removed his fingers and licked them with a loud, happy sound. "Delicious, I never thought a girl can be that tasty."

Sam sat on the edge of the bed and removed his pants and boxers, tossing them somewhere on the floor. "Just look what are you doing to me, sweetheart." He hummed, wrapping his hand around his already hard cock.

You knelt on the bed, and crawled to Sam. Your hand placed on his chest, and slowly moved down, to reach his abdomen where your scratched him lately. "All I can see is that my Sam is pretty hard for me, and I want to tell you a secret," you said while climbing his lap. You leant forward to whisper into his ear. "Your girl is dripping wet, and her pussy is so ready for this cock."

Sam smiled and rubbed your hips, but suddenly a hard slap landed on your bun. He only looked at you before giving you one more slap, he made sure to massage the place after. "That's nice and all but as I remember I told you something. Want something from your daddy, address him properly." Sam reminded you.

You leant forward to whisper into his ear once again. "Your girl is dripping wet for you, daddy," you told him, rolling hips in his hands.

"Oh, so you don't want to choke on daddy's cock anymore? Come here than, love." Sam said and raised you only to lower you on his cock.

"Fuck. I missed this." Sam growled at the nice and familiar feeling of your walls squeezing his cock. He started to move slowly at first, holding your waist tightly.

"Yes, that's it, that's it!," You moaned and used all of your strength to push him back, so he laid on the mattress. Then, you made yourself comfortable, increased your pace, and soon you were riding him strongly and viciously, chasing the pleasure.

Sam let out a soft moan and grabbed your hips, he trusted his to met your movement. "Someone likes to go fast, huh? You know we don't need to rush things up this time?"

His hand traveled from your hip to your clit to tease the bundle of nerves, looking up at you.

"I... Know," you gasped and rolled hips harder for him. "But I want to ride this cock as hard as no one before did."

"I can see that, sweetheart, and I need to say I love it." He purred.

After this Sam sat back up, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you in place. He started to fuck you hard, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust while rubbing your clit firmly. "Now, be a good girl and cum around daddy's cock."

"I don't want to cum yet, daddy!," You moaned as you scratched his back with your nails.

Sam grabbed your chin making you look directly at him, he didn't stop moving his hips. "Oh, yes? Than what do you want, sweetheart?"

"I want to suck you off, daddy, please, I was a good girl, I deserved a price."

"Well, I don't know. I gave you chance and you immediately jumped on my cock." Sam said teasing you by giving you one deep and hard thrust. "You really think you deserved a prize?"

"Yes, daddy! I did!," You begged

Sam laughed shortly and pulled you off his cock. "Okay, but just because you are so good to your daddy, sweetheart. On your knees and get to work, make your daddy proud." Drake said smiling at you.

You knelt in front of him quickly, your palm wrapped around his shaft, you slowly pumped your hand, moving it up and down, your eyes never left his. In the end, you spat on his tip, spreading your saliva with fingers along his dick.

Sam groaned and throw his head back, enjoying your touch, his hand slipped into your hair to grab them gently. "C'mon, don't torture your daddy, sweetheart. I gave you the prize, show how thankful and happy you are for it."

You wrapped your lips around his shaft, starting to bob your head slowly at first, you increased the pace with time, humming around his shaft, just to provide him more sensation. Soon, you pulled his cock out, spat on it again, and licked the main vein on the lower side. He tasted amazingly good.

Sam moaned and looked down on you, panting heavily. He was getting closer and closer to his climax, all thanks to your wonderful touch. "Fuck, this feels so fucking good."

You slipped his cock deep down your throat, gagging with it. You closed eyes shut, a single tear streamed down your cheek, and you started bobbing your head again, as hard as it was possible, until he came.

"Let's see how you like that." Sam growled as he grabbed back of your neck, forcing you to deepthroat him, just then he cum deep down your throat. "Fuck..." He gasped letting go of your nape.

You closed eyes shut, yet swallowed entire load he offered you. His sperm tasted bitterly, like a black coffee, so in a first reflex you gagged, yet in the end you enjoyed the taste

He cupped your cheek. "Such a good girl, you swallowed everything. What should I do with you now, huh?" Sam purred, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Whatever you want, Sam," you purred and moved up, licking a trail from his cock to his neck.

"Wrong again, sweetheart but I'll let it slide this time." Sam picked you up a little and laid you on the bed before diving between your legs, eating you out like a starving man until you came.

"Fuck, fuck," you were moaning for him, your legs placed on his shoulders, you body shaking from the pleasure he was offering you. It was until your pussy started clenching rhythmically, you rolled head back and screamed his name as you came all over his face.

Sam pulled away, licking his lips. "Well, that was something delicious. Fucking tell me you have cigarettes here, beautiful." He said with a soft laugh.

"In a drawer," you gasped and showed the direction with your head. "Oh, fuck, what have you done to me."

Sam quickly got to your drawer and took the box of cigarettes, pretending he didn't notice your toys there. He lit one cig and smiled at you. "Well, I just show you how a real man fucks lady nicely, I thought it was clear." He shrugged pulling you closer. "Besides, those stuff in the drawer? We need to use them one day, my naughty girl."

"If you'll be a good boy then maybe I'll think of this," you told him while you were still playing with your pussy. It was still so sensitive after the sex, and you enjoyed it so much. "Now. Better gather your sexy ass, and find the treasure for Rafe. Or he will kill us both."

Sam hummed, nodding while taking a drag of his cigarette. He puffed out a smoke and looked at you. "You see, I would but there is one thing that is stopping me, ya know?”

You gasped after the kiss. This man was a death of yours. He was spinning your head round, like a wheel.

You gave him a look and smirked. "I hope for more adventures with you."

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years ago

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notable moments from The Zanzibar Marketplace Job

leverage 2.12

Hardison: Two weeks in Tokyo. We'd have a great time.

Parker: What are we stealing?

Hardison: We don't steal anything. We'd be tourists.

Parker: Not following you

hardison: BE DOMESTIC WITH ME PLS

- - - - -

Waitress (puts down beer): There you go.

Eliot: Ahh. Thank you, sweetheart.

Waitress: Anytime.

(Nate kicks Eliot under the table)

Eliot: What? Really? What, I can't have a friend?

Nate: Join a softball team

me whenever eliot flirts with someone other than parker or hardison

- - - - -

Tara: You know he's drinking again.

Eliot: I'm not an idiot, Tara.

Tara: I was told this was a problem.

Eliot: The drinking is not a problem. It's a symptom

this!!!

also eliot’s hair braids are adorable

- - - - -

(Sterling walks into the bar behind Eliot, approaches table)

Nate: Eliot, I'm gonna ask you not to do anything violent.

Eliot: What? What are you talking about? I only use violence As a - as a - as an appropriate response.

Sterling: Hello, Nate.

(Eliot’s face turns murderous and he turns to punch Sterling in the face, then proceeds to throw him down on a table and continue punching him. The bartender moves to call the police, but Hardison stops him by passing him money, Parker watches enthusiastically)

Tara: And this is?

Nate: James sterling. We used to work together. Insurance.

Tara: He seems to rub Eliot the wrong way.

Nate: You think?

(Nate walks over to where Eliot is still beating Sterling, and now has him by the throat)

parker and hardison literally have heart eyes for eliot in this scene ??? ot3 ???

hardison bribing the bartender not to call the police? parker watching like she’s being turned on or something? eliot’s face right before he hears sterling’s voice? sterling hitting eliot with a stick? CHAOTIC

- - - - -

Tara: Okay. Is there any chance she took the egg?

Parker: No. Maggie's the most honest person we know. But besides that, she's okay.

parker adores maggie

- - - - -

Sterling: You live and work here?

Nate: Yeah.

Sterling: I like the old place better.

Hardison: Do not mention the old offices.

people that have no rights: sterling

- - - - -

they had a legit P I L E of passports ready ??? SO MANY

- - - - -

Tara: Okay, you cannot out-bureaucrat a former Soviet Union bureaucrat. These guys gamed the most corrupt system on earth for 50 years. Paperwork's not gonna cut it. They're used to trading favors, not forms.

- - - - -

Nate: I just need some proof.

Parker: It was an inside job. Average keypad hack time is 1 minute, 9.3 seconds. Inner door access card takes at least 30 seconds for anybody but Hardison, and then the vault was an old Mark II Remington. In and out average - 7 minutes, 40 seconds. But these thieves, they did it in 5 minutes, 12 seconds. Maggie had the best access, so the real thieves only had to get her codes and badge. Yeah, only way they could pull it off that fast.

Sterling: How long has she been sitting..

sterling being utterly BAFFLED by parker is my aesthetic

+ she’s wearing a leather jacket AND a cute red flannel,,, the bi energy is strong

- - - - -

Parker: It's your first time being a fugitive, so I made you a bag..

Maggie: Thank you, Parker. It's not that I don't appreciate getting out of jail, I just can't live my life a fugitive.

Nate: But you're not a fugitive.

Parker: Passports, money, lock picks.

Nate: You were released, not broken out.

Parker: Toothpaste, explosives. Do not mix these up.

Maggie: Thank you, Parker.

Parker: This looks like gum. Not gum. Diamond-edged file blade.

Nate: Yeah, yeah. That's great.

Parker: She needs this stuff.

maggie is such a Mom™ rolling with parker’s antics and we love her for that

also PARKER IS TRYING SO HARD TO BE NICE BECAUSE SHE LIKES AND CARES ABOUT MAGGIE AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- - - - -

Parker: So, I took your advice and did the whole touristy thing. Went to the museum, and it was amazing.

Hardison: You see?

Parker: Yeah. They have a guardian T-840 security system. I've only seen those things in books. And the motion detectors - ooh, gorgeous! Six digital receptors. Six!

Hardison: What about the paintings?

Parker: What about the paintings?

she reads about security systems in books? omg I love it

- - - - -

Parker: We meet on internet.

hi I’m sorry but the way she said it was hilarious

- - - - -

Hardison: Alexander's got a travel visa to the United Arab Emirates. He's also setting up accounts in the Caymans, Macau, and Switzerland.

Nate: Yes, countries with no extradition treaty, tax havens

- - - - -

Tara: I got this one.

Eliot: Really? What are you gonna say to him? 'cause we got no cover story. We got no background on this cat.

Tara: Okay. That's it, then. I won't say anything. Really. Not one word. Just when he turns around and looks at you, do that thing with your eyes that scares people.

Eliot: I don't... know what you're talking about.

Tara: Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Eliot: Pffff.

(Tara sits down next to Chernov and grabs his lunch, taking a bite)

Chernov: What the... Who the hell are you? Do I know you? Did Samuels send you?

(Tara moves a little, still chewing Chernov’s lunch)

Chernov: I paid them off. I took care of it.

(Tara looks over her shoulder at Eliot, who is scowling)

Chernov: Oh, god. Please. Is this about the item?

(Tara throws up her hands)

Chernov: I didn't know. No one told me.

(Tara checks her watch and stands up)

Chernov: Wait! Here. This is all I have. (hands her envelope) I'll back out. I'm sorry.

(Tara gives Chernov back his lunch)

Chernov: Sorry! (walks away)

Tara (rejoins Eliot and gives him the envelope): What we imagine is always so much better than the reality.

Eliot: Like love?

this whole scene was iconic

- - - - -

Sophie: Well, the prospective buyers are invited by their black-market contacts. They show up, they verify the merchandise, and they make a sealed bid. Hey, um, shine an ultraviolet light on that card.

(Hardison pulls a light from a bag and shines in on the card)

Eliot: Seriously? You have one just laying around?

he had one on his keychain in The Ice Man Job and boy do I love continuity

- - - - -

Tara: Parker, double reverse on three.

(Tara places envelope on tray, Parker takes envelope and passes it to Eliot)

we LIVE for smooth hand-offs

+ eliot did the flip thing with the envelope

- - - - -

Sterling: You're welcome. I don't know how you people ever manage – (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Oh, I'm sorry, man. That just happens sometimes with the ear buds - You know, feedback.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: As I was saying, the method - (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Sorry.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: This isn't gonna stop until I - (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Stop talking. Shh. Please

PARKER’S SMILE AT HARDISON FUCKING WITH STERLING? AMAZING

- - - - -

parker is wearing a flannel now :)

+ the leather jacket she wears over it a little later

- - - - -

(Sterling pulls phone from his pocket)

Eliot: What are you doing?

Sterling (dialing): Calling the police. They don't get to dictate to -

Eliot (grabs phone): We're not calling the cops. Two hostages means they can kill one to make a point. (throws phone down on table) All right, listen. There's three types of calls we can get next. One - amateur. Cash and a dump site. Number two - professional. That's wire transfers and multiple-location drop-offs. (glances at Sterling) And three - targeted.

Hardison: Targeted toward us?

Eliot: No. Towards a specific ransom demand - Not cash. (looks at Faberge Egg case)

Sterling: You're not risking a $9 million artifact...

Eliot: It might be the only chance.

Sterling: ...on a hunch! Let me run this. We track the calls, find out whoever it is, have the police surround -

Eliot (walks around table to stand with team): Sterling, I'm the retrieval specialist. That's my job.

Sterling: Your friends' lives hang in the balance, and you're gonna take your cues off a punch-up artist instead of me? (closes case and takes phone from table) Call me when you need me. 'cause you will need me. (leaves with case)

eliot being the focused, determined retrieval specialist that’s hell bent on getting everyone back safe? we love to see it

+ parker, hardison, and tara having 100% faith in him standing beside him

- - - - -

Eliot: He's angry. We took his payday. (phone rings) All right, all right. (pulls phone toward him and hits button for intercom) Go.

Distorted Voice: If you follow our instructions, your friends will be returned unharmed.

Eliot: We agree. Tell us what you want.

Distorted Voice: You owe me

(Hardison uses computer to remove distortion)

Alex: $9 million.

Hardison: It's Alex. It's Alexander.

[Embassy Hallway]

Alex: I still have a buyer for the egg. Return it, and I return your friends.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Eliot: I want proof of life now.

Alex: Agreed

it’s cool to see how Retrieval Specialist™ eliot spencer actually works

- - - - -

Nate: Yeah. Yeah, I was lying to you for your own good.

Maggie: Quick little hint for your next marriage - that excuse does not fly with any woman on earth.

Nate: Oh, go- next marriage? That's really nice to say.

Maggie (hitting Nate with spray can): You know what? I've heard that one before.

Nate: Heard what before? What are you talking about?

Sam: Are you actually having this argument now?!

Nate: She started it.

Maggie: He started it

chaotic ex spouses

- - - - -

Eliot: Listen, listen - we know who's behind this, all right? We know what they want. We have the upper hand here. We do.

COMPETENCY!!! HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- - - - -

they made a taser out of two ends of a live wire and a flamethrower with a match and an aerosol I love it

- - - - -

Sam: Give me that. The thing everyone screws up when they fake their own death - no body. Well, that can work, but it leaves no suspect for the police to chase.

Alex: You won't get away with this.

Sam: No, you will. Of course, I've left an evidence trail a mile wide, Visa applications, accounts in offshore banks.

Alex: You were my friend!

Sam: I was your employee. And thanks to your screw-ups, I was an employee with no pension, no savings, no nothing. That was really, really unacceptable to me.

Nate: Well, it's a good plan. What? I- I - listen, I spent 20 years chasing, you know, guys that faked their own death. I mean, this one - it's pretty well thought-out.

Sam: Exactly. Alexander Lundy, desperate for cash, turns to violence. And his poor assistant, Sam, loyal to the last, caught in the cross fire at a ransom drop gone bad.

that’s actually really smart

- - - - -

eliot’s sly grin right before the flashback revealing how they got away with it

- - - - -

(Alex vomiting into a barrel)

Parker (handing him a cloth): It's okay. First bomb's always the hardest (cringes)

- - - - -

Eliot: Was it because they wanted us to hear Sam's performance? It's 101, man. After that, (looks hardison up and down) you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

Maggie: You know, people underestimate you, Eliot.

Nate: That's kind of the point

HE CONSIDERES HARDISON TO BE AKIN TO A ROCKET SCIENTIST

- - - - -

Reporter (on television): And that's not all. Today, based on his work recovering the priceless artifact, James Sterling was invited to join Interpol. He's a real-life Sherlock Holmes.

Parker: Interpol? Seriously?

Hardison: Sterling's career gets another boost off of our hard work.

Tara: We didn't even get paid.

Hardison: Nope.

Tara: I hate this guy.

Eliot (taps his beer bottle on Tara's): Now you're part of the team. (walks away)

THAT is what it takes lmfao

also eliot was wearing a flannel in that scene

#leverage 2.12 #leverage 2x12 #the zanzibar marketplace job #leverage #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

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michaelthemadbitch · 4 years ago

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Two one shots in one night? It’s more likely than you think. This one is dedicated to my amazing friend @we-killed-parker who never gave up on me or this fandom. 💖

14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”

Sam was late, he knew he was late but he had only one more deal for the day and then he could go home. He was tired and ready to relax with his partners but he had one last stoner looking for a fix. Sam leaned against the alley wall and checked his watch again. Quarter after, damnit the other guy was late.

“Five more minutes asshole.” He whispered to himself. He leaned his head against the wall and sighed. He had promised Hannah he would be home by four and it was five fifteen. He could only hope his present would be enough to calm her down, and Steve and Mike and Amanda. He just had to stop at the mall to pick it up.

“Yo Beans!” A voice came from the end of the alley.

“Finally jackass, I’ve been waiting here for 15 minutes.” Sam said, pushing himself off the wall and turning toward him.

“Jeez yeah sorry,” the guy laughed. “Listen do you have my shit.”

“Yeah, yeah I have it right here.” Sam held up the baggie. “Give me the fucking money.”

“Oh hell yeah.” He handed Sam a wad of cash. Sam counted it out before nodding and passing him the baggie.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Sam said, leaving the alley. Sam grinned and added that money to his stash and walked to the mall. He hurried to the jewelry store, picking up the set of 5 rings. They weren’t flashy or anything but they each had a small heart along with their initials carved on the inside of the ring.

He put all of the rings in his pocket, knowing it was ridiculous and risky but he loved them all so much and he wanted to give them promise rings. He glanced at his watch and groaned, he was now two hours late and his partners were going to be pissed as hell. He sighed and stretched for a moment before sprinting toward Amanda’s house.

He ran for a good 7 minutes before a group of guys stepped out of an alley and cut him off. He skidded to a stop, falling backwards slightly as he stopped.

“Well well, where are you headed to in such a hurry?” The main guy said, looking down at him.

“Uh, home? I’m late? What uh, what’s this?” Sam asked standing up and staring at them.

“Oh nothing,” he said with a cruel grin as his buddies moved to surround Sam. “Just noticed, you had a lot of deals go down around town and you had a huge wad of cash about twenty minutes. We want that cash.”

Sam blinked for a second before his eyes widened and he looked around. “L-look I already got rid of the cash. I don’t have any of it on me: but, uh, I have some weed? Some Xanax? Some Percocet? Seriously just take it all and let me go.”

The main guy sneered, “we aren’t fucking druggies, we just wanted the cash. Now stop lying and give it to me.”

“I don’t, I don’t have any cash I swear it.” He said, holding up his hands.

The main guy nodded at his goons and before Sam could move his arms were twisted up behind his back while two guys started going through his pockets.

“No money boss, but he has this.” One of the guys tossed the ring box over to the main guy. Sam struggled to get it back.

“Awww, gonna propose to your little girlfriend?” He said opening it and blinking at the five rings. “The fuck is this? Why the fuck did you need five? What are you a cheating piece of shit?”

“Just give them back. I don’t have any money!” Sam struggled against the arms holding him and got a swift punch in the stomach for his troubles.

The guy scoffed, “I bet we could pawn these for cash. Teach this cheating scum a lesson then let’s get out of here.” He pocketed the rings and led the way back into the alley.

Sam struggled as best he could to avoid being dragged into the alley but he couldn’t. The guy holding his arms threw him into the wall, another guy grabbing the back of his neck and throwing him to the ground.

Sam tried to struggle to his feet but was kicked in the stomach, falling to his side again. He wrapped his arms around his head and curled up to the best of his ability, closing his eyes and waiting for it to be over.

After a few minutes he heard just laughter and the sound of people walking away. He laid there for another moment to try to catch his breath before he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His back felt like more bruise than skin but he wasn’t dying. He groaned and pressed his face into his hands. Those rings had taken months to pay for, and just like that they were gone.

He rubbed his face before starting to walk in the direction of home, no longer eager to get there. After another ten minutes he made it to the front of the house, wincing as he saw his four partners all standing outside of the house looking pissed.

“Samuel.” Amanda’s voice was far colder than he had ever heard it.

“U-uh. Hi.” He said quietly, stopping a few feet away.

“So you finally decided to come back?” Hannah asked, her voice just as cold.

“You’re late, on our fucking anniversary.” Mike said, not as cold but far more sad.

“Dude what the fuck?” Was all Steve could say.

“I-I’m sorry.” Sam looked down at the ground. “I, I was trying to; to get something special. But, but I, I fucked up.”

“God what else is fucking new.” Amanda scoffed, turning and storming into the house.

Mike and Steve just shook their head and walked back into the house after her.

“H-Hannah?” Sam looked over at her with desperation in his eyes.

“It was our anniversary Sam, our anniversary. You couldn’t stop dealing for one fucking day?”

“How did you?”

“You’ve got a bag of weed sticking out of your pack asshole. Just, fuck, go find somewhere to stay for the night.”

“Hannah!” He took a step forward but froze when she turned back with fury in her eyes.

“I can’t believe this, we know you make mistakes but Jesus Dude. You’re a fucking disappointed, on a whole new level.” She snapped, storming into the house.

Sam stood there frozen for a long moment, just staring at the door. He didn’t have anywhere to go, he didn’t have any options. He watched as they all closed the blinds of the street facing windows, Amanda giving him the finger as she closed hers.

He stood on the street for another long several minutes before turning toward the street. He walked for a long while, lost in his thoughts. Today was supposed to be perfect, he had spent so long saving up for the rings and trying to make sure they were perfect. And he lost them, to some shitbag on the street. He didn’t have his car, his bag, any spare clothes, or anything that could help him.

When his brain came back down to his body he was on the outskirts of town, right by the beginnings of the woods. He stared at the woods in front of him and then the city behind him. He had no fucking clue where he was but he might as well find somewhere to sleep for the night. He checked his watch and it was 11pm.

He looked around and found a small gazebo a little ways into the woods and he figured there were worse places to spend the night. He laid down on the floor of the gazebo, placing his arm under his head. It was already getting cold, but the long walk paired with the beating had resulted in him falling into an exhausted slumber immediately.

~~~~~~~~

He woke up sometime the next day, struggling to breathe properly and soaking wet. He sat up with a start, coughing violently as the tightness in his chest wouldn’t go away. The more he coughed the more his ribs hurt until all he could do was lay on his side and breathe shallowly. He laid there for a while before a crack of thunder came from above. He blinked and realized it was raining, and clearly had been for a while.

He groaned and tried to move himself to a dry part of the gazebo but the entire thing was soaked. He propped himself against one of the railings for a moment before another coughing fit over took him. He needed to get out of this rain, and soon. He hauled himself to his feet slowly and painfully, shivering as he realized his jacket was soaking wet and freezing cold.

He slowly began walking in the direction he had remembered from last night but soon realized that he was completely lost. He was standing at the edge of the town with no idea how to get somewhere safe. He shivered and picked a random direction, hoping to at least find somewhere warm he could sit down for a few minutes.

He trudged through the rain for twenty minutes before spotting an open diner and making a beeline for it. The hostess took one look at him and wrinkled her nose. “Sorry, if you can’t buy something you can’t stay.”

Sam frowned and reached for his wallet only to freeze when he remembered the guys who jumped him had taken it. He sighed, shoulders curling as he trudged back out into the rain. He made it another two blocks before his legs started to give out. He stumbled into a wall and slowly sat down, his lungs refusing to cooperate. He leaned his head back and took in shaky breaths until he stopped feeling like he was suffocating. And then the tears came. He was alone, completely and totally alone.

Sam didn’t know how long he sat there, but eventually the owner of the shop came out and started yelling at him to get away from the front of the shop. He forced himself to his feet staggering away. He walked for another few blocks before he had to take a break again, leaning against a wall and trying to breathe. He looked up and saw he was in front of a pawn shop, and in the front window were their promise rings in a display case.

He stumbled into the store, straightening up to the best of his abilities.

“Hello young man, what can I do for you this afternoon?”

“Uh, those rings in the window. They’re mine, they were stolen from me.”

“Those were brought in yesterday.” She studied him for a moment. “Can you prove it.”

“Uh, hes. I have uh, I have the receipt and I can tell you the engravings on the inside.”

She studied him for a moment before holding out her hand. Sam dug it out of his pack, relieved that it was still in there. He handed it over and she studied it for a very long moment before sighing. “Alright, come on let’s get them back to you.” She walked over to the window and pulled them out to hand them back to him. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It, it’s ok. At least I have them back.” He said clutching them tight.

“You should take those back to who they belong to.” She said gently.

He nodded, holding them close. “Uh, a-actually do you have a pen and paper and an envelope?”

“Sure do, here let me grab those.” She moved into a back room and came back a few moments later.

Sam took them; putting the rings in the envelope and writing a short note on the inside. He handed her back her pen. “Can you point me in the direction of north first street?”

“Sure, just three blocks up.” She pointed in the direction to go.

“Thank you,” he smiled at her and left the building. Hope pushed him in the direction of Amanda’s house, walking with confidence as soon as he got to the part of town he recognized. His steps slowed as he got closer to the house.

At the end of the block he paused for a bit, the excitement wearing off and reminding him exactly how Mad they had been and how much he hurt. He moved quietly to the house, hesitating before placing the envelope in the mailbox with the other mail already in there.

He sighed as he looked at it before turning and walking away again, this time to the familiar park. He laid down on a table under a roof and closed his eyes.

~~~~~~~

Hannah was still pissed, but it had been a full day since Sam had bailed on their anniversary. She was glad it was raining, it matched the mood of the group. Mike hadn’t left their bed, Steve had gone on a run and had been in the bathroom since he had come back, Amanda was laying on the couch. And Hannah was just angry.

She grabbed the mail and brought it in, sorting through it on the table. Bill bill coupons and a single unmarked and water stained envelope. She studied it for a moment before opening it. 5 rings of different colors and sizes fell out into her hand along with a small note.

I know this doesn’t make up for anything, but this was why I was late. I just I wanted

I’m sorry.

-Sammy

Hannah read the letter four times through before studying the rings. There was a gold ring, a silver ring, a black ring, a white ring, and a gray ring. Each ring had an engraving inside:

S 🤍A🤍H🤍M🤍S

The black ring fit perfectly on Hannah’s ring finger and she just studied it for a long moment before gathering the others in her hand and carrying them into the living room.

“Amanda?”

“Mmm?” She grumbled, burying her face in the couch again.

“Amanda, something came in the mail for you.” She said, gently pressing the silver ring and note into Amanda’s hand.

Amanda rolled over and looked at it for a long moment before reading the note. “Oh my god. Why didn’t he just tell us?”

“We, we didn’t really give him much of a chance.” Hannah said rubbing her thumb along the black ring.

“No.” She whispered, putting her ring on. “No we really didn’t.”

“Come on, let’s go talk to Mike and Steve.” She gently took Amanda’s hand, helping her stand. The two of them walked solemnly up to the bedroom where Steve was now spooning Mike. They both sat in the bed, waiting for Steve and Mike to look at them.

“What’s up?” Steve finally asked looking up at them.

“Something came in the mail.” Amanda handed him the note. Steve took it with a sigh and read it before looking up at them with confusion. Hannah handed him the golden ring with a small frown. Steve studied it for a moment before frowning as well and sliding it on. “Oh. Oh we fucked up.”

“What?” Mike rolled over and to look at them all. Hannah pressed the gray ring into his hand and Steve read the note outloud.

“Oh. Oh we need to find him!” Mike sat straight up in bed, holding onto the ring.

“He’s probably at his dad’s.” Hannah said scrambling out of the bed. “It’s five minutes if we drive come on!”

The others all scrambled out of bed hurrying to grab clothes and shoes to go and get Sam. They were in the car after only a few moments, Steve driving incredibly fast and making it to the Beans house. Amanda jumped up and ran to the front door, knocking quickly.

“Hello? What the fuck do you want?”

“Where is Sam? Is he here?”

Sam’s dad scoffed. “That kid, no he hasn’t been here in months. You know that.”

“He?” Amanda blinked. “He didn’t come here yesterday?”

“No, he knows better than to show his face around here.” He slammed the door in her face.

Amanda blinked several times before running back to the car. “He’s not here. He hasn’t been in months. Oh god where did he go?”

“What? Shit we have to find him!” Steve said, gesturing for her to get into the car before pulling out of the driveway quickly. They drove around town for three hours, searching for him. It was around 9pm when Mike actually flung himself from the car and ran towards a pavilion. Steve slammed on the break and threw it into park, everyone else running after Mike.

~~~~~~

Sam was floating, like when he took the good shit. He wasn’t in pain anymore and was feeling warm, but for some reason he couldn’t figure out why. Someone was calling his name but they were far away and unimportant. Suddenly the entire world started spinning in a new way.

“Sammy! Come on! Wake up please!” The voice insisted, forcing the world to shake. Sam tried to ask him to stop, but he couldn’t make his words work.

“Sam, baby come on. Come back to us please.”

“We have to get him to the hospital.” Another voice chimed in. Sam felt the whole world shift again before he lost awareness entirely.

The next time Sam came back to himself he was slightly more aware. He managed to crack open an eye before letting out a small moan when the light hurt his eyes. Immediately he felt a hand take his own. “Sammy?”

“Mmm?” He groaned out before coughing hard. He could feel a soft hand running through his hair as he struggled to continue to breathe. After several moments he managed to get his breath back. When he opened his eyes there was a doctor with an oxygen mask standing in front of him. He gently placed the mask over Sam’s face.

“You are very lucky mister Beans. If you had been out there much longer it would have been much worse. As it is you have several bruised ribs, a few broken ribs, and an awful bout of pneumonia.”

Sam focused on breathing, rolling his head to the side to look at Amanda who was sitting next to him.

“You’ll be admitted for several days while we work on getting your lungs back in working order. Lots of bed rest and fluid. “Your girlfriend can be here during visiting hours along with one other friend for now. We don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Amanda squeezed his hand gently. “They’re all in the waiting room right now, and they’ll be here until you can leave.”

Sam nodded, taking in several wheezing breaths. He could already feel his consciousness fading away, before he realized that he could see a familiar glint of silver on her hand. He looked down at his own hand and saw the matching white ring on his ring finger. That was the last thing he saw before falling asleep again

~~~~~~~~~.

A few hours later he woke up again, the feeling of cold air blowing into his nose. He made a very quiet but very disgruntled sound, trying to get it to go away. A hand caught his as he tried to raise it to his face.

“Sammy? Hey Sammy it’s ok.” A voice came from his right. He cracked open his eyes and looked to the side, Mike was sitting there cradling his hand.

“Mike?” he whispered before dissolving into a coughing fit. Mike held his hand through the fit while Amanda rubbed his back gently. He slowly calmed down and his lungs began working normally.

“Hey babe? You back with us.” Amanda asked quietly, as a small army of nurses bustled around him working on making sure he was ok.

He nodded weakly, looking up at her with exhaustion. “Manda?”

“I’m right here Sam. I’m not going anywhere I promise.” She whispered, tears in her eyes. Sam tried to smile but he could guess it wasn’t very convincing based on her grimace. He took several labored breaths while the doctor did a few tests.

“To the best of our knowledge at this point he’s not out of the woods yet. He’s going to need to stay for a few more days unless he makes a sudden recovery.”

“And one of us can stay with him?” Amanda asked desperately.

“Of course, it’s hard to be alone and he will probably recover quicker with loved ones nearby.”

“Ok, ok good.” Amanda sighed and took his hand again, gently playing with his ring. Sam relaxed as he saw the ring, calmed by the knowledge it was there.

“Call us if you need anything.” The nurse said before quietly leaving the room again.

Sam took as deep a breath as he could and looked at the ceiling. “I,I,I’m sorry.” He gasped out quietly.

“Sammy, Sammy you don’t have to apologize.” Mike quickly said, touching his cheek gently. “We’re the ones who should be sorry. And we all are so sorry.”

“We, we’re sorry Sam. I’m so sorry.” Amanda was crying, holding onto his hand.

“M-my f-fault.” He wheezed out, eyes struggling to stay open.

“No babe, no it. It’s all our fault.” Mike whispered. “And we will make it up to you I promise.”

Sam struggled to stay awake, closing his eyes again and falling asleep.

~~~~~~~~~

The next time he woke up there was a warm weight by his side, and a hand holding his. He opened his eyes to find the room very dark, and Amanda holding his hand. He rolled his head to the side and looked down to see Hannah curled up at his side.

He tried to bring his arm up around Hannah but it wasn’t cooperating. Unfortunately it also woke her up and he suddenly found himself looking into her eyes. “Sam? Oh god Sam did I wake you?” She whispered.

“N-no.” He whispered back, taking in a labored breath.

“Shhh, go back to sleep. It’s ok, I promise.” Hannah said.

“I’m, I’m sorry.” He wheezed out.

“You, you have nothing to apologize for.” She said gently, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. “Just rest ok? Just rest.”

He nodded as best he could before closing his eyes and falling asleep again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time he woke up, he was significantly more awake. He opened his eyes and found Hannah still curled up in his side, Amanda sitting beside him on the right, Mike on the left, and Steve on the couch against the wall. He shifted slightly, pulling Hannah close as he looked around.

“Sam?” Amanda’s voice startled him slightly. “Are you back with us?”

“Mhm?” He hummed, looking over at her with a weak smile.

“Hi baby,” she said giving him a gentle smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, sore, weak.” He whispered, reaching for her hand. “What? What happened?”

“What do you remember?” She asked taking his hand.

Sam focused for a long few moments before shrugging. “I, I fucked something up?”

“No, no you didn’t Sam. No we fucked up. But, uhm, do you remember these.” She carefully held up her hand and showed him the ring.

Sam looked at it for a second before everything came back. “Oh.”

“Sammy, we’re. We’re sorry. For everything.” She said, tears spilling out. “I promise, we we love you so much and these mean the fucking world to us.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t explain. Should have tried.”

“We didn’t exactly give you a chance.” Mike’s voice came from the chair. “We fucked up.”

“I’m,”

“If that’s an apology.” Hannah cut in. “I will have no choice but to hug you to death.”

Sam chuckled slightly, squeezing her gently. “I, I love you guys. It took me months to get everyone’s ring size.”

“I bet.” Steve said chuckling. “But they fit perfectly. And from now on, everyone gets to explain why they’re ever late. We can’t do this shit again.”

“I fuckin,” Sam took in a deep breath and coughed slightly. “I hate hospitals.”

“I know.” Mike said, reaching out to touch his knee. “But hopefully you can come home soon.”

“How long?”

“You’ve been here for two days. You haven’t been conscious really before now.” Amanda supplied.

“Oh.” His voice was quiet. “That’s not good is it?”

“Not really, but now you’re awake. That’s what they said would be a good sign.” Hannah said quickly. “They said maybe another day or two after you wake up you can come home.”

“Ok, I can make it a day or two.” He said before his eyes flickered closed again. “Tired.”

“Go to sleep, we’ll be here when you wake up.” Hannah promised, cuddling closer to him.

“How come you’re all here?”

“Because Hannah started to cry when they asked us all to leave the nurses promised we could stay.” Steve said with a chuckle.

Sam grinned slightly and closed his eyes. “Love you guys.”

“Love you too. Go to sleep.” Amanda said gently.

Sam fell asleep quickly, reassured by the presence of his partners.

They kept their promise, from that point on no matter how late someone was they always got the benefit of the doubt and a chance to explain. And none of them ever took off their promise rings.

#Class of 198x #my writing

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queenofspades20 · 4 years ago

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Scream - 2

Here is chapter 2 of Avengers AU of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge. Planning on breaking up the rest of the story into 2 chapters.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Weathers; Avengers x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: suspense, inappropriate jokes, mentions of gore

Natasha was sitting at her desk in her room, working on an essay for her English Literature class the next day. She was putting the finishing touches, when she heard a rustling from the tree outside her window. Natasha made her way over to the window and was looking out.

“Boo!” Clint, Natasha’s boyfriend, popped up.

Natasha jumped back and let out a small scream. “Jesus, Clint. What the hell?” She smacked his arm as he climbed through the window.

A knock sounded from her bedroom door. “Natasha? Is everything ok? I heard a scream”

Natasha raced to the door before her dad, Phil, could come in. She opened the door a little to put her face in the doorway. “Yeah. Sorry. I have Deep Blue Sea on and I’m at the part where the shark jumps out and eats Samuel L. Jackson. Gets me every time.”

Phil just laughed. “The actor that looks like the dean of your college?”

“Yeah. Not that we can ever say that to Fury. I don’t think he’s a fan of getting compared like that.”

“Fair enough. Well, I also wanted to say bye before tomorrow. My flight is pretty early. Don’t forget I’ll be staying at…”

“The Hilton by the airport. I got it, Dad.”

“There’s money for food by the phone downstairs.”

“Are you going to visit that violinist while you’re there?” Natasha asked her father. He had met the woman on a business trip last month. Natasha knew that before her mother died, her parents were going through a rough patch, so Natasha wanted to see her dad happy again.

Phil blushed. “Maybe. She and I have just been chatting. I don’t know if it’ll go anywhere.”

“That’s fine, Dad. It doesn’t have to. I’m just happy to see you put yourself out there. I guess I’ll say goodnight and have a safe flight.” Natasha moved out of her room to hug Phil. He hugged her back.

“I’ll see you on Monday. Night, Nat.”

Natasha moved back into her room and closed the door. A stuffed bear popped up from the other side of the bed. “That was close,” Clint said in a silly voice.

“What are you doing here, Clint?”

Clint got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He chuckled. “I was watching Exorcist and it made me think of you, so I decided to come over.”

“A horror movie made you think of me?” Natasha crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“When we started out, we were rated R on our way to NC-17. But these days, we seem to have a PG rating.”

Natasha thought for a moment. “With what happened to my mom last year, I’m sorry I haven’t been up for more.”

Clint started shaking his head while Natasha was talking. “I know you’ve been dealing with that. I’m not bringing it up to pressure you into anything. I just, I kind of miss where we used to be.”

Natasha sighed. “I miss where we used to be too. I just need time.”

“I get it. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Now, you need to get out of here in case my dad hears you. I don’t need him kicking your butt.”

Clint climbed out of the window but leaned his face in. He puckered his lips. Natasha smiled and rolled her eyes. She moved close to him and they shared a soft kiss.

“Hey, Clint. Would you settle for a PG-13 relationship?”

“What’s a PG…” Clint started. Natasha lifted up her sleep shirt to flash him. Clint stared at her for a moment. Natasha lowered her shirt and laughed. “You’re dangerous, Nat.”

“Love you,” Natasha responded.

“I love you, too.”

After Clint left, Natasha finished her essay, shut off her laptop, and went to bed.

When Natasha approached the campus the next morning, there were dozens of police cars with their lights flashing all over the parking lot. There were reporters everywhere. “The brutal murder of Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers…” “The worst crime since the murder of Maria Coulson almost one year ago…” Natasha could hear random sentences from the reporters.

Wanda Maximoff ran up to Natasha. “Hey, did you see the post on Shieldbook last night?”

Natasha looked her best friend. “No. I had the essay for Lit to finish and just went to bed. I didn’t look at any social media last night.”

“Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers were murdered last night. Sharon’s body was hanging from a tree. The killer took a picture and posted it to Shieldbook.”

Natasha ran her hand along her face. “Oh my God. Sharon sits next to me in Lit.”

“Well, not any more. Anyways, not only was the picture posted on Shieldbook, her aunt Peggy is the one that found the bodies.”

“That poor woman.”

The girls made their way towards the front entrance to the school.

“Natasha! Natasha!” yelled a voice from about 20 feet away. Y/F/N Weathers ran up towards Natasha.

“Oh no.” Natasha hated the reporter. Y/F/N Weathers covered her mother’s murder a year ago. Weathers argued that the person charged, Bruce Banner, was innocent. She tried to argue that Natasha was a liar and was crazy. Natasha was certain that the person she saw leaving that night was Bruce. She was even able to identify the jacket, which had her mother’s blood all over it.

“Natasha, what are your thoughts on the murders that happened last night?” Y/N asked, hold a microphone towards Natasha.

“No comment.”

“Do you think they’re related to your mother’s murder?”

It took everything Natasha had in her to not punch Y/N. Wanda jumped in, “What the hell is your problem, bitch?”

Natasha grabbed her friend’s arm and led her away. “Not the time, Wan. She’s not worth it.”

“She deserve a major punch for the shit she’s put you through. You saw Bruce Banner leaving that night. And she keeps trying to drag you through the mud.”

“I know! I know! I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve it. I just don’t want more attention on me than what’s going to already be on me. Let’s just get to class.”

The girls made their way to their class. Natasha couldn’t stop staring at the seat next to her that was usually filled with Sharon. They weren’t the closest of friends, but they would often pass notes in class. As Natasha was lost in thought, an officer came into the room and passed a note to the professor.

“Natasha?” Natasha looked up at her professor. “It would appear it’s your turn.”

Natasha grabbed her bag and walked to the dean’s office.

“Who’s next?” Dean Fury asked.

“Um, Natasha Romanoff,” Deputy James Barnes said, looking at the list.

“Isn’t she the daughter of…” one of the deputies started to ask, when Natasha walked in.

“Have a seat, Ms. Romanoff-Coulson,” Dean Fury said, gesturing to the seat.

“Thanks. Hi Bucky.”

“Hi Nat. It’s Deputy Barnes today though.”

Natasha looked down at her hands. “Sorry.”

Dean Fury decided to take the lead on the questioning. “So Ms. Romanoff-Coulson, how well did you know Sharon or Steve?”

Natasha thought about it for a moment. “Sharon and I had a few classes together. I knew Steve through a few other classes. We didn’t really hang out outside of school; we just ran in different circles and were involved in different activities, so we just weren’t close.”

Bucky jotted down her answer. “Natasha, were you aware of anyone have a problem with either of them?”

“No. They were two of the nicest people. I can’t figure out why anyone would go after them.”

“Okay. Thanks. That’s all the questions I have for you,” Bucky said as he checked off something on his paper.

Natasha left the office. By that time, classes were over for the morning. She went to the courtyard by the student union, where Wanda, Clint, Wanda’s boyfriend, Thor, and Thor’s brother, Loki, were all sitting. They were discussing the murders and everything else that was going on.

“I wonder who did it,” Wanda said as she took a bite of her sandwich. “I saw that picture on Shieldbook. She was gutted. I can’t imagine how wrecked seeing that made her aunt.”

Loki leaned over Thor’s shoulder, “didn’t she turn you down for a date, Thor?”

Wanda looked at her boyfriend. “You told me you turned her down for me.”

Thor looked at his brother and then turned back to Wanda. “He’s lying, love. You know how he likes to stir up trouble.”

“How could anyone do that?” Natasha wondered aloud. Clint put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

“I heard they found her liver in the mailbox.” Loki said with a sneer.

“Just liver alone,” Thor said with a laugh. “Get it? LIVER alone?”

Natasha jumped to her feet and stormed off. Clint looked at the brothers. “Nice going guys.”

Loki looked at him with faux innocence. “What?”

Later that afternoon, Natasha was home and clearing up before Wanda got there. She held her phone between her shoulder and ear. “You sure you don’t mind staying over?”

“Of course not,” Wanda said. “It’ll be a fun sleepover weekend. I’m going to stop by the liquor store for provisions. Anything specific you want?”

“Nah. I’m good with anything. Just try to get here before dark. These murders have everyone spooked.”

After they hung up, Natasha decided to take a short nap in her room before Wanda got there. About two hours later, she awoke with a start. She looked at her phone and saw how much time had passed. She sent a text to Wanda to see where she was. As she was walking towards downstairs, her phone went off.

Natasha answered without looking at the screen. “Wanda, when are you going to get here?”

“Hello, Natasha,” a voice said. Natasha was unable to tell if it was male or female.

“I’m sorry. I’m waiting on a friend. Who is this?”

“You tell me.”

“Well I have no idea.”

“Scary night, isn’t it? With the murders and all, it’s like something out of a scary movie, huh?”

“Loki, you’re giving yourself away. Are you calling from work? Wanda is on her way to pick some stuff up.”

“Do you like scary movies, Natasha?”

“I like that thing you’re doing with your voice, Loki. It’s sexy.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Oh come on, you know I don’t watch that shit.”

“What’s the matter? Too scary for you?” The voice had a playful tone to it.

“No. It’s just, what’s the point? The killer is stalking some big-breasted girl who can’t act, chasing her up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. It’s insulting.”

“Are you. . . alone in the house?”

“Loki, that’s so unoriginal. I’m so disappointed in you.”

“Well, maybe that’s because I’m not Loki.”

Natasha started to look around. “So, who are you?”

“The question isn’t ‘who am I’ but rather ‘where am I’?”

“So, where are you?”

“Your front porch.”

Natasha felt her heart drop. She walked to the door. “My porch huh? Well, I call your bluff.” Natasha opened the door and walked out onto the porch. She looked around but didn’t see anyone. “So, where are you?”

“Right here.”

Natasha still couldn’t see anyone. After looking for a few moments, she held the phone back up to her ear. “Can you see me right now?”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh really? So, what am I doing right now?” Natasha stuck her finger up her nose and started to turn around. “What am I doing? Hello?” she yelled into the phone.

There was no answer from the mysterious caller.

“That’s what I thought. Tell Wanda to hurry up. Okay? Bye now.”

As Natasha went to hang up, the voice called out, “if you hang up on me, you’ll die just like your mother! Do you want to die, Natasha? Your mother sure didn’t,” the voice taunted.

“Fuck you, you asshole.” Natasha ran back into the house and locked the door, including sliding the chain into place. As she backed away from the door, the hall closet flew open and a figure dressed in a black cloak with a white face jumped out, a knife in its raised hand. The figure slammed her body against the door. As Natasha fell to the ground, she swept the attacker’s feet out from under them and they fell to the ground. She kicked them in the face and got up.

Natasha tried to open the door, but in her haste, she forgot to undo the chain. She yanked the door open but was stopped short by the chain. The attacker got up and lunged at her again. Natasha barely managed to get away and she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. The attacker was close behind her. She ran into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. She locked the door and then opened her closet door, so that if her door opened, it would block the other door from opening all the way. As she backed away, the attacker threw their body against the door. The lock gave way but the other door prevented her door from opening all the way. The attacker pushed their arm through the small opening, waving the knife around.

Natasha was glad that her dad insisted on keeping a landline for the house and she picked up the receiver to call 911. As the call was going through, the attacker disappeared from the door. All of a sudden, BAM. Clint jumped at the open window and started to climb in. Natasha ran to her boyfriend and helped him get through the window. “Oh thank God.”

“Nat, what’s going on? The door was locked and I heard screaming.”

“There’s a killer in the house. He’s in the house.”

“He’s gone, Nat. It’s okay,” Clint soothed.

As Natasha hugged Clint, a thud resounded through the room. Natasha looked down to see a cellphone on the floor. Natasha backed away from Clint.

“Nat, what’s wrong?”

Natasha opened her doors and ran down the staircase, Clint running behind her. “Nat, wait!”

Natasha opened the door and came face with the mask of her attacker. She let out a scream.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #dinoscarystories2020 #avengers x reader #Bucky Barnes #loki #thor #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #clint barton #clintasha

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whimsoriginalcharacterscentral · 4 years ago

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Day 26: Costume

Day 26 of @oc-growth-and-development October 2020 prompts

Almost done uploading the late prompts

26: Costumes and disguises are all the same to me

Every disguise Aster wore was like a costume. Rinoa, Vivian, Adam, William, Samuel and Artemis were his best costumes, the ones he made sure were always in top shape in order he needed to dress up as them.

Currently, he was dressed as Rinoa, the eighteen year old red-haired girl from America that was traveling through Europe. She loved wearing black skirts, thigh-high boots and tank tops and a pink jacket. She was confident and could be flirty when she needed to be. Rinoa was his favorite disguise. She could do things he couldn’t like have fun in bars and talk easily with people.

She was dressed up in an elaborate witch costume that was drawing all kinds of looks. Aster minded it but Rinoa never did. Rinoa was a confident woman that wanted to have fun, no matter what.

“As-Rinoa, you enjoying the party?” Gwen asked, leaning next to him.

Gwen was dressed in a simple princess outfit that she had rushed to buy in a costume shop. This operation had been last minute after all, but Aster was a master of disguise. He had all types of outfits lined up, ready to go at a moment’s notice.

“Of course I am!” He said, using the practiced American accent and higher his voice, “Come on, don’t tell me you’re bored already? We haven’t even gotten punch yet!”

“Well-.”

“Well, ladies, if you’re bored, I can show you a good time.” A man dressed in a suit spoke. Aster wasn’t sure what his costume was supposed to be. He turned, making sure to keep Rinoa’s smile when he did. Gwen grabbed his hand and it made his heart skip a beat.

“Hello!” Aster smiled, “What kind of fun?”

The man chuckled, “I think you know what kind.”

Their objective had a thing for red-haired girls, according to Saru and Rin’s report. It would lower his defenses and higher their chances of capturing them if they had both worn red wigs but Gwen had not been able to handle wearing the wig. Instead, Aster had to temporarily dye her hair. Hopefully, the man didn’t prefer natural red hair.

Aster turned to Gwen, dropping the smile but making sure to sound excited, “Jess, that sounds more fun that what we’re doing here! Let’s go, then!”

Gwen pretended to groan but Aster could see her pupils becoming more dilated. As Mosi had informed him and he’d seen from Max, the eyes of the Garwin quintuplets became more slitted when they were getting excited to fight.

“Alright, Rinoa.”

“Rinoa?” The man said and Aster could feel the man, their objective, grab his hair, “What a lovely name. My name is Arthur.”

Aster smiled, turning to him, “Well, Arthur, show me and Jess a fun time!”

Gwen smirked as they left the scene and Aster almost did. When the cameras were played back to find out what happened to Arthur Potter, thanks to their disguises and costumes, no one would know what happened to him.

#october prompts #my writing #black jokers edition #Aster Liddell #aster villar-overland #gwen garwin #gwendolyn garwin #i love these two #bi icons just planning on kidnapping a man #aster likes dressing up as rinoa because he has a bad self esteem #also he is very secure of himself #no toxic masculinity here #gwen does not have internalized misogyny #she's lowkey jealous that aster's costume is better

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random-shit-fuck101 · 5 years ago

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What if?

Sipnosis: Ellaynneis an angel, taken away by Gabriel when the fight between his siblings broke. What if she could stop the apocalypse? What if brotherly love wins?

Note: Also posted on AO3. This is just a quick something I put together. Feel free to let me know what you think. Kisses

Gabriel took Ellaynne out of Heaven when the fight between Lucifer and Michael broke. She was a young angel, the last one created, and very attached to Lucifer and Michael. She was so distraught when Michael cast Lucifer down to the pit that Gabriel took pity on her and took her away.

After not being able to find Gabriel and Ellaynne, Michael sent a search party to no avail. No trace of them was found and Michael was shattered. Not only did he lost Lucifer, now he lost Gabriel and Ellaynne. From that moment on, the names Gabriel and Ellaynne where banned from being said by other angels.

Gabriel did his best to raise Ellaynne through the aeons. And he did a pretty good job. Ellaynne grew up to be a confident angel. She takes no ones' bullshit. Including Gabriel's.

These two started following the Winchester's saga after the events on Cold Oak. When Gabriel plays on the campus with those two, Ellaynne sits back and watches as the two brothers fight for silly things and laugh at their misadventures. Although she was impressed by Bobby Singer. She keeps an eye out for them and tries to help them if she can stay hidden. Gabriel teases her about it, how she keeps an eye on the older brother and she teases him back for keeping an eye on the younger brother.

The next time the angels meet the Winchester is during Mystery Spot. Ellaynne can see it hurts Gabriel to do this but he keeps going.

"Gabriel... I think it's a good idea if you stop. It's hurting you and it's hurting him." Ellaynne sits down next to her brother and lays her head on his lap looking up to him.

"A lesson..." Gabriel answers absently and runs his fingers through Ellaynne's auburn hair.

"I know, that. But it's hurting you and I don't like that."

"You think I should stop?"

"Yes. Please brother..."

Still looking after the brothers both angels fell more and more in love. During changing channels, Ellaynne finally meets face to face with the brothers when they have Gabriel trapped in holy fire. While Dean is taunting her brother about family she decides to step in still waiting for what her brother would say.

"Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father. And Lucifer? The little brother. Rebellious of daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys! It's your destiny. It was always you. As it is in Heaven so it must be on Earth."

"No..." Dean answers "No way!"

"Dean, the oldest son, so desperate to be loved, so desperate for the affection of the absent father, the good little soldier. Samuel, the younger son, rebellious, he who wants a different life and because of that was cast out. Does it ring a bell, boys?" Ellaynne says as her British accented voice sounds around the abandoned warehouse. She walks in, her heels clicking on the floor and dragging everyone attention to her.

"Who are you?" Dean asks as he grabs his angel blade.

"Ellaynne?" Castiel's voice raises above Dean's. He's shocked. "Is it you?"

"Hello, Castiel. It's good to see you..."

"Who is she, Castiel?" Samuel asks.

"An angel, a friend I thought dead a long time ago," Castiel explains with something akin to rage filling his voice. "Apparently, not as dead as you made us believe..."

"I took her." Gabriel interferes in the conversation "When I skipped Heaven I took her with me." Ellaynne raises her hand and the holy fire goes down allowing the Archangel to step away. "You should play your roles, boys. For the sake of us all."

"What about God?" Samuel aks in frustration "He surely can stop all of this madness."

"Oh, Samuel..." Ellaynne says and sighs shaking her head "Daddy dearest doesn't care. I'm not so sure he ever did. Don't hold too much hope on such a dead beat father... you should know the type. "

Before any of the Winchesters could say anything, and with a "Bye, boys" as their parting words, Ellaynne and Gabriel disappear.

A few days later, Ellaynne is at a bar enjoying a cup of whiskey when the two Winchesters plus Castiel pop on the bar. Sam is the first one to notice her.

"Where's Gabriel?" he asks as he sits down to her right.

The red-haired angel snorts and looks at him.

"Missing him already, Samuel?"

Sam spits out his drink as Ellaynne laughs. She leans against her fist and looks over at them.

"He's not here. Is there anything I could do for you gentlemen?"

"We want nothing to do with your kind. You are all a bunch of dicks." Dean spits out and Ellaynne raises an eyebrow nodding slightly.

"Agreed," she says before taking a sip of her drink.

This is the first time of many that the Winchesters and Castiel met with Ellaynne and Gabriel. As their relationship evolved, Sam was still wary of Gabriel. Gabriel wanted to confess his feelings for the tall human and he did as much.

One day, Gabriel asked Sam to meet him. When they were alone Gabriel mustered all his courage.

"I love you, Sam," Gabriel says looking up to the human's eyes.

"I'm sorry, what?" Sam was perplexed. Out of everything, this was not what he was expecting.

"I love you," Gabriel repeats and fidgets with his hands waiting for an answer.

What he was not expecting was the kind of answer Sam would give him. A punch right on the nose. Gabriel fell back on his ass and puts a hand on his nose looking up to the enraged human.

"You love me?" Sam spats and laughs darkly "Yeah, right..."

"I do. Why don't you believe me?"

"Do you have any idea how bad it was after your little trick on Mystery Spot?" Sam nearly screams "I can't listen to Heat of the Moment. I hate Tuesdays... I still have nightmares. Do you have any idea..." Sam trails off and turns his back to the Archangel "Of course you don't... It was just funny..."

"Sam... I'm..."

"Shut up!"

Sam storms off and Gabriel stays there on the floor. Ellaynne, sensing her brother's despair, pops up next to him.

"What happened?"

"I don't think he wants anything to do with me." Gabriel answers and gets up dusting off his clothes, "He's still upset about the Mystery Spot... With all the reason in the world... I was an idiot."

Ellaynne didn't want to see her brother so sad. She hugs him and tucks her head under his chin.

"I'll talk to him. Don't give up. If he's the man of your dreams, fight for him."

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you and Dean."

"There's nothing to say about that. He has no feelings for me other than I'm useful from time to time."

"But you looked so sure Sam has feelings for me."

"He does. But, understandably, he's a bit taken aback. Mystery Spot was a real dick move, brother."

They stayed silent after that.

At the hotel with the pagan gods, Ellaynne and Gabriel feel Lucifer approaching. Gabriel tells the brothers to take her away and they do. Ellaynne knowing it was a death sentence struggles to escape the brothers. When she can finally run inside she sees Lucifer towering over Gabriel's dead body.

"Gabriel!" Ellaynne screams as she runs to the body.

Lucifer watches her and is surprised.

"Ellaynne..." he mutters and he takes a step towards, her, "I thought you dead..."

"Back off, Lucifer." she looks up and her usually green eyes and glowing bright blue "Remember this is all your fault!"

"Sister... I'm sorry." Lucifer pleads and drops the archangel blade.

"Apologies won't bring him back..." Ellaynne brushes a strand of hair off Gabriel's forehead "Stop this... Stop the Apocalypse, stop trying to get Samuel to say yes... Stop this madness... Isn't it enough we lost Gabriel?" Ellaynne pleads back with her tear-stained face and her eyes are back to the normal green.

"It is how it has to be," Lucifer says with an air of finality to it.

"For someone who's so against Dad's plan you're playing your part just fine..."

"Don't. Say. That!" Lucifer growls.

"Why? I didn't lie."

Enraged Lucifer raises his hand and Ellaynne feels herself start losing air. She laughs ad he raises her by the throat.

"Kill me, brother. Just like you did with Gabriel. Now that he's gone I have nothing."

The pressure drops and falls to the ground able to breathe again. Lucifer takes a step back and he looks like he was just slapped. He mutters a quick "I'm sorry" and disappears. Ellaynne carries Gabriel's body outside.

"Ellaynne... What happened?" Sam asks and looks down. He sees the body and he stays quiet.

"Lucifer happened..."

"You have to explain to us your story. " Dean demands.

"I was the last angel to be created. I'm quite young comparing to the other angels. When I was created I connected deeply with the four archangels, Castiel, Balthazar and Hannah... When Michael cast Lucifer to the pit I was very distraught and Gabriel took me away. That's it." Ellaynne finishes quickly and looks over at the brothers.

Sam looks completely shattered.

"I was an idiot... I..."

"Not really." Ellaynne pats his shoulder. "He understood."

"Now... I'll never get the chance..."

"Who knows? Fate and God work in mysterious ways." Ellaynne says and crouches down next to Gabriel's body. "If you need me, boys, pray and I'll answer."

Ellaynne then vanishes and appears in Monte Carlo. Gabriel by her side.

"That was a stupid plan. Why did I agree to this?" She turns to her brother with a raised eyebrow "I hope you listened to what Samuel said."

"I did. But I think it's better this way... He deserves so much more than I can give him."

"You are perfect Gabriel. But I'll respect your wishes. I won't tell anyone that you are staying here until you decide."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

They smile at each other.

Ellaynne helped the boys as much as she could. She tried to stop Samuel from saying yes to Lucifer with no avail. So the red-haired angel and the Archangel watched the scene in the graveyard from a distance hiding. Everything was going south so they decided to pop up.

"Brothers... Don't you think this is foolish?" Gabriel asks looking between the two Archangels.

"Gabriel? Ellaynne? I thought you dead..." Michael says and takes a step forward to hug his siblings but Gabriel stops him by raising his hand.

"Michael, Lucifer... Don't so this... This just hurts you and us..." Ellaynne pleads with her two brothers.

"We have to do this..." Lucifer says and looks sad "I'm sorry..."

"You don't... please..."

"You made us watch you fight aeons ago... Don't make us watch that again... Don't break our hearts again..." Gabriel pleads with his older brothers.

A rumble of thunder is heard and another Archangel appears. He looks around.

"Raphael!" Ellaynne and Gabriel exclaim.

"I see you are alive... And trying to stop God's plan..." Raphael says with disdain.

"Not you too!" Gabriel throws his hands up.

"Raphael... Don't be such a traditionalist. Don't you miss the good old times?" Ellaynne asks "When we used to play around? Hide and seek... Tag... Just watching the stars... Don't you Michael, Lucifer?"

"Is God's plan all that important that you'd rather give up those moments?" Gabriel asks.

"God is always right," Michael says and puffs his chest.

"Yes. And he left you. He left you to take care of his creations when he got tired. HE didn't notice you spiralling down into depression. No matter how much you tried you could never be his favourite... And that hurt you. Still does. That's why you are trying so hard to be perfect. To follow the plan... Why? He doesn't care... But I do. Gabriel does... Lucifer does... Raphael does... Don't leave us." Ellaynne has tears running down her cheeks and she's standing in front of Michael.

He just pulls her to a hug and burrows his face on her hair. Lucifer slowly approaches them and hugs them. Gabriel soon joins the hug and they wait for Raphael who also joins. When they step away from each other, Ellaynne has a smile on her face.

"Little one, we still need vessels if we are going to walk the Earth," Lucifer says.

"I have a solution. I just need one more ingredient. Your true vessel's blood." Ellaynne explains "With that, you'll have your own body and you can use it freely."

"And for how long have you been thinking about that, sister?" Lucifer chuckles at her enthusiasm.

"I had a lot of time." She shrugs "So, Dean, can I have a bit of your blood?"

"Will they stop trying to destroy the world?" Dean asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Then you can have it."

When Ellaynne finished the spell, the two Archangels moved to the new vessels and Samuel and Adam pass out beeing hold by Dean and Gabriel.

Samuel starts stirring and he sits up quickly, his eyes finding Gabriel. He gets up and storms towards the shorter Archangel.

"You!" Samuel screams and punches Gabriel "How could you do this to me?"

Gabriel falls on his ass and has no time to react as he's being pulled up by the collar of his shirt and his lips meet with Samuel's. Ellaynnes whistles and laughs. While the other Archangels just look confused, Dean seams resigned, Bobby is shocked and Castiel is done.

"I'm sorry Gabriel." Sam says as he hugs him "I was a douchbag to you..."

"Oh, Sam. You had every right to be mad at me."

"Love birds let's go? I'm done with this graveyard." Ellaynne comments.

"Let's," Michael says.

A few years pass, Samuel and Gabriel are together and happier than ever. They have three beautiful children. The oldest, John Dean Winchester, the middle child, Robert Alexander Winchester and the youngest, Mary Ellaynne Winchester. Gabriel told Ellaynne to tell Dean about her feeling but she never did. She just stood there and smiled as Dean and Castiel announced they were together. They also decided to have a kid and adopted a little girl that they named Elle Parker Winchester. Michael noticed something was different about Ellaynne and confronted her.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me, sister." Michael sits by her side "It's related to Dean right?"

"I could never lie to you could I?"

"No. So tell me."

"I love him. I have loved him for a long time...But I never told him, because I know he doesn't feel the same. And now he's with Castiel and happy with Elle. I'm happy for them."

"Shouldn't you have a right to happiness too?"

"Maybe. Maybe not... who knows..."

Michael side hugs Ellaynne and she lays her head on his shoulder. Maybe she wasn't destinated to happiness. But she's happy that her family and friends are happy. That's all she could ask for.

#supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester #sabriel #original angel #angels #castiel #lucifer #michael #michael supernatural #lucifer supernatural #ao3 #gabriel #gabriel supernatural #destiel

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guineapigzwei · 6 years ago

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Locus x Pregnant Reader

Ok so I'm kinda mad that there's not a lot of Locus x Pregnant reader, so I decided to make a few because of the lack of fanfics about this so....yeah, I hope you enjoy.

C/N=Codename

Y/N=Your name

D/N=Daughter's name

Chorus

This can't be happening, this isn't happening. Your sitting in your room, head in hands. This was the last thing you needed, the Reds and Blues found out what was going on, Hargrove is being a major ass, Felix is....well Felix, the whole planet hates you, your partners, and of course..each other. But now you have a baby to add to your worries and telling Sam he was the father. Sighing your grab your helmet and gun, throwing the pregnacy test in the garbage, then went to find Locus.

"C/N the hell where you, you missed Hardgrove's speech." Felix nagged. "I had somethings I had to do." You groan. "Well next time wait til later to take care of your bloody pussy." He stormed out the room. "I would hate to tell him I'm not on my period." Locus chuckled, "So what was taking you so long." "Uh, can we go somewhere more private first." He nodded and followed you to a more secluded area.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?" You stayed quiet, unsure and scared to tell him about your dilemma. A few moment's passed and Locus broke the silence, "C/N are you okay? You're not acting like yourself." Locus took a step toward you making you stiffen up, which he noticed. "Y/N what's wrong?" He used your name instead of your codename, you know you had to tell him but you couldn't. Locus took of his helmet, he looked concerned, a face you don't see to often. You took your helmet off, tears forming in your eyes, "Did Felix or someone hurt you?" You shook your head, "Sam...Locus." You stop and take a deep breath, "I'm pregnant." Locus stiffened, his eyes wide and mouth agape. The silence was more than you could bare, "It's your's." Locus remained silent, your teary eyes overflowed and tears ran down your cheeks. As you were about to leave, Locus snapped back to reality. "How!? We were using protection! You were on pills!" "I dont know!" You cry, Locus wiped tears from your eyes with his thumb. "That doesn't matter, what matters now is keeping you and the baby safe till this war is over. We get our pay and we find a safe place to have our baby." He leans down and kisses you forehead, "I'm going to let anything happen to you or the baby." You rest your head on his chest piece, "Should we tell Felix?" "No, it wouldn't end well." He sighed, "We should get going, we still have a job to finish." You groan, "Five more minutes." Locus chuckled and kissed you, "Next time." He put his helmet on and went to find Felix with you following behind him.

The mission however failed, the Reds and Blues used alien tech to beat you, Felix went of the deep end both literally and mentally, and the war basically ended. Now you and an injured Locus had to flea Chorus and rethink your plans.

Locus grit his teeth as you stitched up his gaping wound, "Y/N you should be resting, I can handle my wounds." He tried to sit up but the pain was to much for him, "Sam I'm fine, you aren't fine." You inject some painkillers and sleep sedative in him. "If you want to take care of me you need to take care of your self first." You take some bandages and wrap his up stitches. Before he could protest the sedative kicked in, he tried to fight sleep but his body said otherwise. You clean the blood from your hands and head to the cockpit of the ship, "Goodbye Chorus, sorry for what we've done." You pilot the ship out of orbit and into the deep vacuum of space.

Timeskip

It has been 8 months since the two of you fled Chorus, you're now on a small inhabited planet ready to pop at anytime. Locus has recovered and does some jobs to support you and the unborn baby. Since you two have never been seen without the armor, the two of you can visit a doctor with no trouble. But the two of you decided to have the baby at home, not in a hospital. Locus had also purchased books as well as watched videos on childbirth. Though, the local women maganged to talk you to into getting a midwife. None of them know what have done or where you can from all they know is that you two left Chorus for a better life and to raise your child safely.

You hummed as you ran your fingers through Locus hair while he kissed your swollen belly. "I can't wait to met her." You smile, "I just what her out so the back pain and the nausea will stop." "Shouldn't be much longer, she's due in any day now." Locus sat up and kissed your lips. "But the sooner she comes, the sooner we start having sex again." You playfully punch his shoulder, "You haven't learned from our last time." You giggle. Your midwife Hana, pokes her head around the corner, "Technically, you have to wait six weeks or more before you have sex after a baby." "I know, though I waited longer than that already." Locus huffed. "I have to pee." You state, as you try to get up you feel liquid gush out of you and into the couch followed by pain. "Crap! I think my water just broke." Locus and Hana immediately go into birth mode. Hana went to warm up water and Locus helped you to the bathtub. "Ok, Samuel sit behind Y/N so she can have some comfort and Y/N I need you to open your legs as wide as possible." Locus sat behind and you spread your legs. You groan in pain, "It hurts." "That's perfectly normal." Hana put her hair into a bun and turn off the water, "Alright I'm going to count to three and I need you to push hard, one two three push!" You pushed but stop when the pain worsened, "It hurts!" "I know but you need to push and keep your legs open." "You can do this Y/N." Locus kissed the back of your neck. "Ok, one two three push!" You scream as push with all your might. "I can see her head. Now push!" You pushed hard enough to push the baby's head was fully out. "Ok, we got her head. Push now!" You pushed until you felt like passing out, "I can't do this, it hurts to much." Hana splashes you to keep you awake. "Got to stay awake Y/N, now push hard!" Your vision gets fuzzy as you push, "Y/N she's almost out, just need one more push." Locus said, "You can do it." With one final push, your daughter was born. Hana handed her to you, "Hello sweet heart!" Tears run down your face, Locus tried to not cry and failed (manly tears were shed). "What's her name? so I can write it one by with certificate." "D/N Ortez." Locus smiled at his new baby girl. "Ok, I just need to take D/N for a while and give her a clean bill of health and you can have her back."

After what seemed like hours, You and Locus got your daughter back. Locus held her for the first time and again manly tears were shed. The two of you now had a better purpose in life, your daughter being born was the start of a new life and new beginning for you two. Watching her grow and seeing what she'd become was your new goal, and nothing was going to stop you from watching.

#rvb locus #locus #samuel locus ortez #felix #isaac felix gates #locus x reader #samuel ortez x reader #rvb #red vs blue #samuel ortez #isaac gates

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autumnfanfiction · 6 years ago

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"Hello, Angel. I know you're confused but I'm Chris' mother."

Her confusion immediately turned to shock but excitement because she finally got a chance to meet the woman that gave birth to her man. She smiled and allowed her to come in before they embraced each other in a hug. Maybe it ran in the family because just like Chris, his mother was giving her one of the best hugs. Joyce rocked Robyn back and forth careful not to squeeze her too tight because Chris did make her aware of the pain she was experiencing because of her cancer. She couldn't wait to meet the woman that had her son swoon that she decided to make an early trip and make it a surprise visit for both of them.

"It's great to finally meet the woman Chris is thinking about settling down with," Joyce paused. "Don't tell him I told you if he hasn't made that known, but he's my son so I know he's said something because that boy can't hold water." Robyn laughed agreeing. "I've been trying to get him to do that for a couple years now, but I see why he waited so long. God had plans. You can call me Mama or Mama J if you're not too comfortable with calling me that just yet."

Robyn smiled and felt herself about to cry. She never had the privilege of meeting her Mother in person, but with stories, and photographs from her Gran Gran she knew her Mother was a good woman. That she was loved before she was born and her Mother took extra precautions to make sure she was healthy and would be a happy baby. As she grew older she missed out on parental love, even though her Gran made up for it, she still yearned to feel what it would be like to have both parents in the household. Now she was here with Chris' mother, and she was already being given the right to call her Mama. It just made her feel so emotional to finally have something else she'd been deprived of.

Joyce felt her emotions shift, so she began to rub her back. "You okay, Angel?"

"I'm fine... Mama," she paused then smiled. That felt good. Really good. "It's just I went 25 years without my Mummy because she died after giving birth to me. So to finally have one is making me emotional, that's all. I'm really happy."

Joyce smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Well, I would love to be the Mama you never had and always wanted. I'll try my best to fill those shoes because I can never replace your original Mama. The pleasure is all mine, besides everything Chris has told me, it would be an honor to have a daughter like you."

"Thank you, Mama."

During her stay, they talked about everything, truly connecting and establishing a Mother/Daughter bond. It didn't take much because both of the women were comfortable in each other's presence. Robyn felt like a little girl than a young woman but she didn't mind nor did she care because she deserved to have the luxury of experiencing all the things girls and women did with their Mothers. She eagerly listened to Joyce talk about how it was raising a young Christopher and even had a photo album she brought with her to show Robyn. In turn, Joyce was interested in hearing Robyn speak about her childhood and upbringing, her Gran Gran Dolly being a huge part of that. She spoke about how life was for her in Barbados to transitioning to the United States and to where she was now.

Joyce had no doubts that Robyn was the one for her son and after what seemed like hours of them talking she knew why he was so fond of her because she felt the same way.

"Angel, do you think Chris is a true love for you?"

She sat and thought for a moment before smiling. "Absolutely. I have so much of him in my heart. He's an amazing person with a fantastic heart. He's giving and loving. You can't find intimacy, you can't find a home, to me, it blossoms. I tried running away from it, but he's it for me. We have this deep connection and I know I won't find that anywhere else."

Joyce smiled at who she knew would become her daughter-in-law. She was about to say something else before the door opened and the apparent disdain in Robyn's face told her she didn't want to see the figure standing there.

"Robyn..."

She felt a wave of emotions and the lasting one that had the most effect: hurt. What was he doing here? Why after all this time did he decide to come see her? She was the happiest she's ever been, and now he decided it was time to come disturb the peace she was feeling. Several months ago she didn't know what peace was or how she could obtain it. He was at the center of why she couldn't grasp it, and soon she became the epicenter that. Although she didn't allow him to make her see herself less in a physical sense, his abrupt departure shook her in an emotional sense, partly mentally. She was a wreck for months and now that she had it together here he was.

"Emery, what are you doing here?" She asked calmly

He didn't deserve her anger, her sadness, or her disappointment. He wasn't worth any of her emotions so she would keep her composure and deal with him accordingly.

"I," the man paused and looked at her. "I came to see you. See how you've been holding up. See–––"

"If I was alive?"

"No, Robyn–––"

"Why do you care? You made it clear how you felt about me when you left me all alone to fend for myself! You knew what state of mind I was in and when I needed somebody the most you weren't there. So now you decide it's time to come see me? Now when I finally have everything together, when I'm genuinely happy? I don't want to see you, and I don't want you here. You mean nothing to me. I found a man that loves me, respects me, and unlike you, he'll never leave me. So please, do me a favor and leave. I don't want you here."

She still couldn't believe he was here even after the initial shock wore off. She was trying hard to keep it together and not allow him to see her cry because the reminder of not being loved during the worst period of her life was still there. He opened up those wounds that Chris healed, still healing, and now they were fresh again, gnawing at her, tugging at her heartstrings slowly trying to make her come undone.

"Robyn, please––"

"GET OUT."

Joyce saw she was becoming uncomfortable, so she decided to intervene before things went any further than they needed to. "Young man, she wants you to leave. Show yourself to the door."

"Old lady mind your business. This doesn't concern you."

Joyce cocked her head back before pushing her chair back standing up. "See, Lord he's testing me. Child listen here–––"

"Mama, what's going on? Why is Robyn crying?"

Chris came into view with food in his hands confused but ready to strike if any harm had been done to his Mother and his girlfriend. He made his way in not even noticing the other male figure standing there. He placed the food down before going to tend to his girlfriend who seemed beside herself.

"Buttercup, what's wrong?" After Chris talked to Dolly, he went out for a while because he had some things he needed to take care of. He just had this feeling he couldn't shake, so he acted on his instincts. While he was out he went to get some breakfast because hospital food wasn't all that good, even if he and Robyn did get special treatment. He expected to eat breakfast and watch a movie with his girlfriend, so imagine his surprise when he saw his Mother there upset, and a distraught Robyn. Unbeknownst to him, the reason being in the room.

"Get him out of here Chris, please. Make him leave." She whispered. He knitted his eyebrows together and turned his attention to who his Mother was grilling.

"Yo, she wants you to leave, why you still here?"

"I ain't going nowhere until we talk. I have some things I want to say to her."

"Well, she don't wanna talk to you right now or ever. But I'm Christopher her boyfriend and future husband so any message you want to relay to her can be said to me. We can take this outside."

The man scoffed. "Boyfriend? Future husband?" He laughed loudly. "Robyn knows she can't do better than me. Besides, since you're in the hospital with her, you're probably just as sick as her. Ain't no future for you two."

Joyce gasped. "The Devil is working."

Chris clenched his jaw and let Robyn go before approaching the man at the door. He was about an inch taller than Chris and was more muscular than him too. But it didn't matter to him. Chris wasted no time throwing a punch hitting the man square in the nose. He staggered and was injured immediately, but that didn't stop him from charging at Chris. He threw a punch at Chris, but missed, and caught a blow to the jaw.

"GET HIM CHRIS. BEAT. HIS. ASS."

Chris was in a daze, adrenaline rushing through his veins. The comment about him and Robyn having no future pissed him off and stung. How dare a complete stranger to him and ex of Robyn fix his mouth to say such things knowing it would rub Robyn the wrong way? Chris couldn't let him go unharmed and untouched and thinking about it made him angrier. He was preparing to strike again, when he was caught off guard, getting hit in the ribs. The hit hurt more than it was supposed to with him already having those pains due to his illness. It took him longer to recuperate and when the man noticed he tried striking him there again, that is until Robyn jumped on his back.

"You not gonna hurt my baby!"

Robyn had him in a chokehold, and soon doctors and nurses came in when they were made aware of a disturbance. Robyn got off him, and they escorted the man out.

"Robyn, Chris are you guys okay?" Their Doctor Samuel asked clearly concerned

"He hit Chris in the ribs so I jumped on him before he could do any more damage to them." Robyn explained

The doctor nodded and moved Chris to the bed so he could examine how bad it was. While he was getting checked Robyn and Joyce spoke with staff to inform them of the events that took place, and they were promised he would never enter the hospital again. Joyce stayed up until Chris was done with his examination and bid them farewell before leaving to stay at Chris' penthouse like she normally did when she was in town.

Robyn sat near the bedside and held Chris' hand before kissing it. "How much pain are you in?"

"I'll be fine. Nothing out of place, just bruised. I just have to be more careful, how are you feeling though?"

"Chris don't worry about me, you're the one that got hit."

"Yeah, but what he said. I know––"

Robyn held her hand up. "I'm over thinking that way. He said it out of spite, and I will not give him the satisfaction of being upset over his comment. We had a conversation about that, right? No more negative thinking. Seeing him brought back feelings I buried but I feel better now after I said my peace. I said what I wanted to say to him for months. I got my closure so now it's time to focus on the future, and that's you."

Chris smiled then raised his hand, and Robyn gave him a high five. "Those were some good punches, Reeses. Had him looking like death with all that blood."

"But the way you jumped in though, choked the life out of him. You had your own little gang back in Barbados, huh? My Baby Girl gangsta. What was it called, the coconut gang?"

She laughed hard. "The coconut gang? Really?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to figure it out. What was your weapon of choice? A blade? I know you keep one under your tongue. Wanna be like 2Pac so bad, you see him do it in a movie and think you can do it too. You swear you Thug Life."

Robyn rolled her eyes with a big smile on her face. "You're annoying, ok?"

He laughed. "No, but thank you Buttercup. I appreciate you jumping in. It's obvious you do have my back like the Gmail security team has my back."

Robyn laughed and slapped his hand. "Chris, I can't take you seriously."

"Okay, seriously. You know I would've taken those hits for you any day."

"I know, but just like you protect me, I'll do the same. I don't want to see you hurt just as much as you don't want to see that for me."

They kissed, and it was a soft one. Every day brought them closer together, and they had no problem embarking on this journey as long as it was with each other.

#chrianna #chrianna ff #chrianna fanfic #chrianna fanfiction #chris brown #rihanna #chris brown fanfic #rihanna fanfic

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elosnotebook · 6 years ago

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ALEXANDER HADENBERG IMAGINE - roommate AU!

a/n: requested by @okteivia-manawa, sorry it took so long! and also, sorry for making this one so long too, i really enjoyed writing this one, hope you like it <3

tv show: druck (skam germany)

words count: 2,139

Masterlist ❁

gif’s not mine!

"A dating app? Are you that desperate?" Alexander asked, appearing literally out of nowhere behind you. His voice made you jump, throwing your phone up just so it could fall on the ground with a huge bang.

"You better pray for any God you believe in, cause if my phone cracked up the screen, I am punching your face," you hissed at him, heart still beating like crazy inside your chest, your cheeks flushing due to the embarrassment, "why are you home already? Didn't you have class the whole afternoon on Friday?"

"Cancelled," he said, falling on the other couch on your apartment, "so, a date? Looking for someone to take to Sam's party tonight? I thought you said you were not going."

"I am not going," you repeated yourself once again, for what looks like the eighth time this week. It is not you didn't want to go, but you were used to avoid any place that has both alcohol and your roommate, Alexandre Hadenberg, since the chances of you getting too drunk and spilling all the details on your crush for him are way too high for you own good.

When you moved to Berlin, you had to find somewhere to stay for a while. You had to admit, you never thought you would end up living with the school biggest fuckboy, but he needed someone to share rent with and you were hopeless at that point, thinking you would never find someone decent to live with. In the beginning, you thought he would hit on you 24/7. Instead, every day he had proven himself to be a gentleman and a really good friend - what you didn't predicted was the fact you were fall for that boy.

"Hmmm, since I won't be here, you will take the opportunity and bring someone home? That's..." he trailed off.

"Naughty?" you chuckled.

"Dangerous," he said, staring at the ceiling, "everybody knows the first date should be on a public space, you never know what kind of person you could find on internet."

His eyelids dropped as you got up and walked toward him. Once you were practically on top of him, you sat on his stomach, using his body as a huge cushion. He groaned but didn't make anything to move you, "you're right."

"Wow, that's a first," he rested his hand on your thigh. You could feel the heat burning your skin where he was touching.

"Can you imagine if I get someone like you on those apps? That would be terrible," you joked, trying to think about anything else but how badly you wanted to kiss him.

He rolled his eyes at you. The next thing you know, you changed your position, putting one leg at each side of him. You knew you were playing with fire, but you couldn't stop yourself. Instantly you felt your heart flutter and your stomach knot, the way he always made you feel every time you decided to be that close to each other. Some day were on his bed, talking about many random things, like aliens, trees and how plastic is ruining the oceans, on other days, you watched foreign movies on the couches while eating whatever he decided to cook that day.

This time, he put both hands on your knees, and you congratulated yourself for the hot weather and the shorts you decided to put on that morning, "let's go to the party, maybe I can help you get laid if you're so interested," he started to draw lines from your knee to the edge of the jeans fabric, all you could do was swallow hard, "or maybe... I can help you with that myself,"

You thanked God for his closed eyes, you don't think you would be able to hide the luxury from your face at that moment.

Doing the hardest thing you could do, you got up. "I was just messing around, you idiot, I am not that desperate," you defended yourself, "and to prove that to you, I will go to the party tonight and won't hook up with anyone," this statement made him open his eyes. Just like that, you had agreed to come along.

"Samuel will be heartbroken," his lips pursed in a close mouthed smile in your direction, "you know since you moved in with me, he is dying to, well... You know."

"I know, and I've already told you," you belted out, both of your arms outstretched in his direction, "I am not hooking up with my roommate's best friend," he smiled widely, "by the way, I need to pick something to wear," you said, suddenly changing the subject. There was not a single thing in this world that would collaborate for you and Samuel Fischer to be together, even if you weren't in love with his best friend.

"The party starts in 5 hours, y/n," Alex frowned.

"It means I don't have much time," you said, before kissing his forehead and heading to your room.

"I saw that!" Samuel blurted out, opening the door before you and Alex even knocked.

"What?" Alex asked, confused by his best friend reception

"You let her drive your car," he said, childishly, "why did you let her and not me? I am your best friend, dude," you rolled your eyes at his attitude, anxious to find someone more interesting to talk about then Samuel.

"Well, she is my roommate," Alex simply said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "the amount of hours she needs to bear me is higher than yours, I need to repay her somehow," you looked over him and you could feel a smirk forming on his lips.

"Hello to you too, Sam," you decided to divert your attention from Alex's lips.

"Hi princess," he said, changing his act to the fuckboy you were so used to, "I will pretend Alex didn't hurt my feelings but honestly?" he questioned, turning towards you. "I get him, I would let you drive everything you wanted from me, too."

"Gross," you said, passing directly through him and entering his house, while hearing Alex laugh on the back.

Three hours later of talking to people, drinking - not as much as you wanted to, because you were coming home with Alex - , dancing and watching your roommate talk to every single female soul on the place, you saw him and Samuel talking next to the bar and walked straight to them.

"I think this place will soon be lacking girls for you to hit on," you teased Alex, earning a grin from him.

"Maybe I should expand my options and start to hit on boys, too," he joked back, while pulling you closer and wrapping one arm on your waist.

"Dude, I would totally let you hit on me if you just let me drive your fucking car," Samuel told him, making both of us laugh. You could smell his expensive cologne he used before coming to the party, it was your favorite one by far. The scent added to the alcohol you've been drinking were doing wonder to your mind.

"Not happening, Samuel. Get over it," Alex said, his voice snapping you out of your deep thoughts.

"You know what? I feel eager to see the day where you will finally fall in love and turn your cold heart into a melted one," Samuel pointed at Alex, "Tell me, Alex, what is your type of girl? I will find you your soulmate," he told him, gesticulating the room around.

You both laughed to his question, but suddenly you realized it was the perfect opportunity for you to find out more about his taste on girls.

"Yeah, Alex, tell us," you complemented, escaping his grip and looking around.

He looked away embarrassed, and for a moment you thought he was going to ignore you both, but he locked his eyes on yours.

"She needs to be independent, and she can't be afraid to call me out when I do something wrong. Someone brave enough to fight for what she believes, and lazy enough to stay in bed with me all day, doing literally nothing. A chatty, annoying and sarcastic girl who is the most clever person I've met in my life, yet about some subjects, it's like she is totally oblivious," you noticed the way the phrases started to change. No more 'need to be'. He started talking about a real girl, and you felt your throat closing in jealousy. He has already found her. "Someone who has the most beautiful smile I've seen. She is just a good person in so many ways that always make me respect her that much more." he chuckled, looking at Samuel, "what do you think?"

"Wow, Alexander, who would've thought you are so romantic?" Sam teased him, "the way you said, it seems like you've already found her."

"Who knows?"

"Hmm, I will get something for me to drink, if you too don't mind," you informed them, feeling the defeat instantly creeping up on you as you forced yourself to let anything roll off your tongue. Knowing for sure Alex was in love with somebody else just put a bad taste in your mouth.

It took a few more hours so you two could finally leave. Doing your best to avoid Alex the rest of the party, you started talking to everyone who had a mouth, looking for a distraction - and a way to take Alexander off your mind. But as soon as you started talking to a cute boy named Jonas, Alex came and said he was going to call the night off. You didn't have another option than leave the poor boy and follow Alex to his car.

The whole trajectory you both stayed in a terrible silence, not wanting to disturb the other on their thoughts. It seemed it took forever until you saw the little building you both lived on. When you open the door, you thought you were going directly to your room, to put on some pajamas and think how would you deal with your recent discover. But Alex had other plans.

"What, y/n?" he questioned as soon as he locked the door. You were standing next to the couch that same day you were intertwined on him. The memory made your heart ached, even more now that you knew those kind of moments never meant anything for him as it meant for you.

"What what, Alex?" You looked over at him, sensing the seriousness in the air of the apartment.

"You've been quiet since we left the party, didn't say a single word during the way home," "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, I am just tired," you exhale heavily.

"No, you are not," he looked skeptical at your sudden tactic to wrap this subject. His bright brown eyes narrowed in your direction, eyebrows playfully scrunching. His voice cracked when he spoke, "It is because of how I described my type of girl, right?"

"No!" It totally was, but you wouldn't let him know about it.

He shook his head, "it is not my fault if you are my kind of girl, y/n! I am sorry if I had to describe you," he snapped. It took you a few moments until you actually meant what he had just said.

"Wait, you did what?" your throat closed up at the sudden confession, you eyes widening as he stared intently into your eyes, slowly walking towards you.

"You didn't notice I was talking about you?" he replied, his brows knitted on confusion, then realization when he understood what he had just done.

"WHAT? NO!" you screamed, completely in shook.

"I thought you were mad at me because, you know, we are not supposed to happen and-" he yelled back.

"No, you idiot! I am mad because I thought you were describing someone else!" you cut him off. His couple steps felt like miles as he made his way towards your downcast figure. Once he approached you, you could lightly feel his breath hitting your nose.

"Remember I said how you are the most clever person I know but can be extremely oblivious sometimes? This is what I was talking about, y/n," he smiled lightly, he pulled you so your bodies were glued at each other's.

"I hate you, Alexander," you whispered, his lips centimeters away from yours.

"I am crazy about you, too," he muttered against your lips, his hands quickly yet gently grabbed your face and brought your lips up to his softly. Your mind once again clouded with nothing but thoughts of Alexander. You kissed back, gently pressing your lips back against his, hands wrapping around his neck, to rest in that soft brown hair you yearned to tug on for months.

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Part One: The Wild, Wild West. (Frontierland S06E18)

Episode Summary: While searching for a way to defeat Eve, the Winchester brothers and the reader stumble upon Samuel Colt’s journal. Realizing Samuel might have the answer to their problems, the three of them ask Castiel to send them back in time to meet the man himself. While Sam and the reader are reluctant to time travel, Dean is beside himself with excitement to return to the Wild, Wild West. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,871.

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The reader’s mentioned outfit:

P.S. For those who are wondering, I got inspiration and took the look from the show “Westworld.” (Which I’ve been conveniently watching the past few weeks…I totally recommend you check it out!)

Josh Carver was an unconventional best friend in every sense of the word. You had known him since you were fourteen but lost contact with him when he moved away a few years later to try and pursue a college education. Of course that didn’t last very long. Almost a decade passed before Josh was reunited you with under circumstances that resulted in him being possessed by a demon and your house wrecked after a break-in. Now the only conversations you had were mostly over the phone. And the only face to face contact you had since reuniting again was after you died and came back to life—which was three times now.

You expected every time you picked up the phone to have a conversation with Josh he would finally tell you to go screw yourself and never talk to him again after the trouble you caused him. You turned his life upside down for the worst, and you would respect his wishes. But he never did that. He was always so happy to hear from you and willing to help with whatever sort of trouble you got into. When you asked him for some help dealing with the Mother of All and her freaks, along with a few private things, he jumped on the opportunity to be apart of the action.

You were overjoyed to be able to see Josh again in person on better circumstances. He was the exact person you needed now that all the Campbells were gone. Josh was book smart and had a knack for research. But there was a problem with your plan. You still needed to convince the boys to go along with your idea to have the man around. For whatever reason, they always had a dislike for Josh. You never understood. Luckily with some subtle threats and favors you were able to get them to begrudgingly agree.

You told Josh to meet you at Bobby's place to get started, worrying about the small details like where he'd sleep and other arrangements later on. You just wanted him to get here in one piece. It had been so long since you'd seen him in person. And this as the first time he was going to be working with all of you. You hoped the boys wouldn't scare him off the moment he stepped into the door. While Sam had grown quiet on the matter, Dean was still going strong of expressing his emotions on the matter when the day of Josh’s arrival came.

"I still don't like this guy." Dean, for what felt to be the tenth time this morning, made his opinion clear on the matter. You were occupying Bobby's desk with a book opened and your second cup of coffee this morning slowly being nursed. You glanced up for a moment to acknowledge what your boyfriend said with an annoyed glare. "He gives me the creeps."

"What? Josh is harmless." You defended your old childhood best friend from the judgement of your significant other. You gave him an eye roll at his dramatic behavior as you turned the page to the next one so you could continue reading a book Bobby had yet to get to after hoarding a few more books of lore. "The last time you seen him you almost kicked his ass for no reason.”

"No reason? He threatened me first. Not to mention the last time we really saw him he thought you were his fiancée" Dean defended himself against you. You were, yet again, interrupted from your reading as Dean continued on this much useless conversation that was leading the both of you nowhere at this point. You raised your brow slightly from what Dean implied, calling him out on the little white lie he pulled and how he was bringing up a scenario that happened in another universe different from your own. “Whatever. I still wanna punch him in the face. He’s a dick.”

"What is your probl—" You were about to ask him what was getting him so riled up, but then it hit you. You've seen this type of behavior from him before not too long ago. The way he was acting all tough, bringing up something that happened a few years ago to the strange universe mix up. You rested your arms on the desk and narrowed your eyes on the man as your lips stretched into a smirk, suddenly realizing what it was. "Oh my God. You're jealous."

“What?” Dean scoffed at what you were trying to imply by his behavior before letting out a slight chuckle. He tried to act normal by crossing his arms over his chest and calmed his expression into more of a calm one. You weren't the least bit fooled by it. "I've got nothing to be jealous of."

"Sure there isn't. What's there to be jealous of? Not the fact that he's only been my best friend before I met you. And in another universe him and I are madly in love while you and I didn't work out." You casually brought up the conversation again about the messy situation you and the boys were thrown into against your will. Dean's expression dropped slightly, you broke out into a smile at how he looked. "Oh my God. You're so gullible."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from the joke you pulled and pretended to be calm. He always promised you that he'd never be the possessive, jealous man who would get angry if another guy dare so looked in your direction. It wasn’t in his nature. Whenever you weren't working a case and enjoying some time out in public, Dean might do something like inch himself closer to you or wrap an arm around your waist if he saw a guy try to make a move on you. It was the subtle things that Dean did you enjoyed. He let the world knew that you were his, and he was yours.

You always found jealousy to be a turn off. Yet seeing Dean like this, squirming with possible thoughts of what might happen when Josh got here, it sort of felt....good. It was like sweet revenge for all those years he would shamelessly flirt with other women right in front of your face. You knew it was a bit childish to play slightly into the idea you had any sort of feeling for Josh. He was a close friend from another life before you devoted yourself to hunting who happened to know everything about the supernatural, too. It was a strange friendship you had, but it worked. He was like what you were for the boys. A crutch to a lean on when things got tough.

You shut the book you were previously reading and pushed yourself up to your feet when you heard knocking on the front door. You gave Dean a smile and patted him on the chest lightly to reassure him that everything was going to be fine before rushing to the door before Bobby or Sam could answer it. Before you did, you smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair to make sure you looked somewhat presentable for a friend you hadn’t seen in months. You inhaled a breath before opening up the door. Josh stood on the porch with his hands causally in his jean pockets as he looked around the place, taking in all the glory of the place. When he turned his attention forward, you welcomed him with a grin.

“Well, well, well.” You mumbled from who you saw standing right in front of you. You crossed your arms over your chest and stepped back to take a good look at your friend you hadn’t seen in months. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

“You didn’t happen to drop dead while I was gone, did you? Am I talking to your ghost or something? ‘Cause I feel like the only time i get to see you in person is when you died." Josh replied back to your sarcastic remark. Dean stood in the doorway of the library where you couldn't see him, even though your back was to him. He mocked your laugh you made at the stupid joke Josh made that wasn't the least bit funny. “Damn, Y/N. It’s so good to see you.”

“Come in, come in.” You ushered the man inside as you opened the door wider and stepped out of the way so Josh could be formally introduce to everyone. You nervously swallowed when you heard the sound of multiple footsteps approaching. Shutting the door, you noticed it was the brothers who were here to greet your guest. “Where’s Bobby?”

“He’s getting a few things before we hit the road.” Dean said. You nodded your head and gave the boys a quick glance when Josh greeted the two men with a friendly smile. The brothers could see the threatening glare subtly hidden in your calm expression if they tried to pull anything stupid. Dean decided to be the bigger person here like you wanted him to be. He outstretched his hand and offered it to Josh for him to shake. "Hey, man. Been a long time."

Yeah. Too long." Josh said. He shook hands with the older Winchester before nodding greeting the same way to Sam when he greeted the man with another hello and a firm handshake. You had a feeling things were going well. But you weren't holding your breath that things would last this long. "Glad I could be apart of this whole situation. I’ve been doing a lot of research.”

“You sure you really want to do this?” Sam’s question made your attention avert to him. You expression dropped slightly as you began to stare at him with an angry glare from what you think he was trying to do. The younger Winchester only made a joke as he cracked a smile to keep things civil. "There's a lot of book research involved. Gets kind of tedious."

“Don’t worry, man.” Josh said. “I’ve been waiting to get in on the action for a long time.”

You let out a sigh of relief from how smooth things seemed to be going. So far the brothers had welcomed Josh with no problem and carried on a civil conversation. Footsteps from the kitchen made you realize there was one person for Josh to meet. You pushed the man slightly forward to greet someone Josh was the most nervous of all to meet after everything you told him about. "Bobby, I'd like you to meet someone..."

+ + +

Over the past few months the four of you, including Josh, had been tirelessly trying to find a way to take down Eve for good. All of you spent countless hours collecting all sorts of books and sat in front of your laptop scouring the internet for some kind of hint to find what her weakness was. But you kept coming up blank. You needed to find something before you had a face to face with the thing. While you were having trouble doing so, you remembered that you weren’t the only one who knew about the Mother of All and wanted to see her dead.

Samuel Campbell had been tracking down Eve and her little monsters with what was left of his family even after his boss, Crowley was killed off. He kept a neat and organized office that you were rarely allowed to go into without him supervising you. There was one time Samuel trusted you enough to let you in on a secretive spot when you first started hunting with him and told to never go back down there again. Yet here you stood in the middle of his office with the boys, Bobby and Josh. The entire Campbell residence had been abandoned for a few months now. It was the only place you could think of to find a possible lead on how to stop Eve.

The only problem was trying to remember where it was. You didn’t spend the last several hours stuck in the Impala with the brothers in the front seats with you and Josh in the back, making awkward small talk for all of this to come down to nothing.

“Look it’s here somewhere.” You mumbled in frustration. You examined the wooden floors with a close eye, trying to find some kind of handle that Samuel had tried to hide in plain sight. All you could remember about Samuel’s hiding spot was that it was underground, he had a special way of getting in. He tried to hide it from you, but you saw. There were no rugs and tables around the place to make it easily hidden. Except for his desk. You walked forward and tried to move the heavy object by yourself, but you failed miserably. “Dammit. Sam, Josh. Move this thing.”

You stepped out of the way for the two tallest men to move the desk so you could get a closer look around at the floor when nothing caught your eye. The two men moved the desk with ease so you could continue your search. What you were expecting to find was some sort of secret latch hidden underneath the desk. Maybe it was too obvious. Maybe you were looking at this all wrong when you noticed a loose screw ever so slightly popping out of place.

You crouched down on the ground when a suspicious hunch grew at what you saw. There was nothing like this on any other part of the floor. It took a few tries before you pulled out the screw from the spot it was resting in. You expected the screw to come popping out, but it remained safely fastened into the wood, making you realize this was the handle you were looking for. You used all your strength to open up the opening of the trapdoor that lead to the underground layer Samuel tried so hard to hide from you. Your lips stretched into a smirk of victory. If only that old bag of bones could see you know.

Dean turned on the flashlight and took a step to inspect what might be down there before any of you got the idea of going exploring down there. What you saw was a lot of dust and cobwebs along with a ladder leading down. “Well, I’ll be damned.” Bobby mumbled, impressed at what he saw, and curious for what was down there waiting to be explored.

You did the honors of being the first one to go down into the underground layer with everyone else following behind one by one. You stumbled a bit in the dark before finding what felt to be a lightswitch and turned it on. Slowly the lights began to kick on as the boys came down first along with Bobby and then Josh. "Welcome to the Campbell family library." You gestured an arm around at the decent sized space that was lined with numerous books and a college of all sorts of information. "Maybe we'll be lucky and find something useful."

Josh was an awe at what he saw, from the books to the old photographs on the walls of what you were presuming to be Campbell relatives from decades before. Dean circled around the place and examined what he saw. “Samuel collected all of this stuff, huh?” He asked. You nodded your head, seeming to think that’s what he did. “Wow. Well, what are we looking for?”

“Well, anything that’ll put a run in Octomom’s stockings.” Bobby said. You placed your hands on your hips and looked around the room to see the entire place was covered in stock piles of books and leather bound journals. All of you were going to be here for a while. “Pick a row.”

You looked over at Josh to see how he was doing. The man swallowed slightly as he suddenly felt overwhelmed at the vast amount of knowledge surrounding him. He decided to get to work on one part of the room while the boys each took a spot. Bobby turned on a few more lights to give all of you some better lighting. You skimmed through at least a few dozen books but only ended up pulling a few books that seemed what you might be looking for. Bobby got lucky when he found a book that was exactly what he needed. Soon enough after going through almost all of the books here, the five of you headed to the table to do the hardest part of all; research.

Samuel kept a good collection of books that mentioned Purgatory, but nothing mentioned about Eve herself. You looked up every once in a while to see that Josh was focused on reading the books he pulled off the shelf as the boys quietly did their own research. Everything seemed to be going well like you hoped. You returned your attention back to the book you were reading and turned the fragile page to continue.

“Either of you jokers ever heard of anything about a phoenix?” Bobby’s question made all four of you look up from your books. You furrowed your brow slightly from what he was asking.

“River, Joaquin or the giant flaming bird?” Dean asked, giving a few possible examples.

"It says here that the ashes of a phoenix can burn the Mother." Bobby read off from the book, making you wonder if it was the same mother you were trying to stop.

“That’s great.” You said, thinking this was the exact leading you spent over the past few hours looking for in all of these books. “Where do we get one?”

Bobby shrugged his shoulders, “You got me. I thought it as a myth,”

"They never make it easy for us, do they?" You muttered underneath your breath. You let out a quiet sigh as you rubbed your eyes in slight frustration when you were forced to take a detour in all of this. "Great. Well, let's see if we can find something about a phoenix."

More research meant more books were needed to be pulled off the shelf. You and Josh worked on gathering different ones from the shelves while Sam and Bobby went through the ones you had on the table. Dean worked on going through some leather bound journals after he stumbled across quite a few of them. While you went through your fifth book, Dean stood with the same journal he had in his hands as he read it underneath a small lamp. A small smile was on his lips as he continued on reading adventures that were intriguing for the man. The more he read, the more he realized he might have found the jackpot.

“Guys. Guys, guys, guys, check this out.” Dean excitedly said. He came walking over to the table and sat himself back down to show you the journal he had been reading. You looked up to see there was a smile on his face. “‘’March 5th, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. Gun killed a phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash.’”

“Really?” Sam asked, intrigued at what he heard. “Whose gun?”

Dean’s smirk grew as he answered his brother, “Colt’s.”

“Colt?” You wondered as you raised your brow in curiosity if he meant what you were thinking. “Colt, like—”

“Like the Colt, Y/N. From…” Dean shut the journal to show off the front leather cover with what appeared to be a devil’s trap etched into it. He broke out into a grin when he flipped to the very first page for you to read the famous name of a man who had wrote his name into over a hundred and fifty years ago. “Samuel Campbell’s journal.”

“What?” Sam asked, breaking out into a grin. He pointed at the journal with a bit of disbelief at what he was staring at. “That’s his?”

“Wait, wait.” Josh looked over at you, confused at who this Samuel was. While the boys argued over who could see the journal like a bunch of five year olds, Josh asked you a few questions to try and get caught up to speed. “Who’s Samuel Colt?”

"Samuel Colt is a man who created this gun that could kill about any monster. Demon, vampire, whatever. Except, in our experience, not the devil. Learned that the hard way." You explained to him, cracking a slight smile at the end of your sentence. Josh raised his brow, obviously wanting to know more about what you meant about the devil. You shook your head slightly, giving him a look that you'd tell him later. You still needed to figure out this whole other situation. "What else did Samuel say about the phoenix? What does it look like? Hell, does it have feathers?”

“Just says ‘phoenix.’” Dean said, not being able to provide more information than that.

“Did he say where he tracked it?” Bobby asked, the older Winchester shook his head.

“All right. I guess we gotta find one of our own.” Sam said. “Whatever it is.”

Dean stared at the journal for a moment or so until a plan hatched itself in his head. He sat up straight in his seat and placed the journal down on the table. “I know where we can find one.” He said. You gave him a curious look, wondering what that brain of his was thinking. “March 5th, 1861. Sunrise Wyoming. We’ll Star Trek IV this bitch.”

Your expression slowly changed as your brow furrowed slightly, now feeling slightly confused at his reference you didn't quite get. You and Sam exchanged a look, the both of you lost as Bobby admitted, "I only watched Deep Space Nine."

“Star Trek IV, save the whales. Right? Is that even possible?” Josh asked the older Winchester, curious if the man was making a reference to a movie he had watched. When Dean nodded his head, Josh broke out into a grin at what he was thinking. You stared at your friend with a baffled look, causing him to clear his throat, feeling slightly awkward at his nerdiness that was peeking through. “My dad got me hooked on the show and movies when I was nine. We would go to a Star Trek convention every year until he died.”

“Wait, what’s possible?” You asked the two men. “What the hell are you two talking about?”

"Finally. Someone who gets a good reference. It's like I don't even know you guys anymore." Dean gestured a hand to Josh before giving the rest of you a disappointed glare. You were happy to see the two of them were getting along with their eighties movies, but you rolled your eyes when he stalled on telling all of you his genius plan. "We hop back in time, join up with Samuel Colt, hunt the phoenix and then we haul the ashes back home with us."

“Time travel?” Bobby asked. Dean broke out into another smile as he nodded his head. “That’s a reasonable plan?”

“We got a guy who can swing it.” Dean said. You began to think his idea wasn’t so bad after all. He shut the journal and pushed himself up to his feet, dragging the chair across the floor. Dean thought for a moment about the right way to recite a prayer so your friend could get down here to help all of you. “Castiel...the, uh, date of the world is in the balance...so come on down here.” You looked around the room to see where the angel might have appeared out from. But he was nowhere to be seen. “Come on, Cas. I Dream of Jeannie your ass down here, pronto. Please.”

A few seconds later you heard the familiar sound you had associated with angels and their fun act of popping out of thin air. You were expecting to be greeted with the familiar trench coat and suit Cas had worn over the past three years. Instead a woman stood with a smile. Dean stupidly mumbled Jeanie, the angel corrected him with her real name.

“Rachel.” She introduced herself to all of you. “I understand you needed some assistance. How can I help you?”

“Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the big kahuna.” Dean told the angel.

“I’m here on Castiel’s behalf.” Rachel said. Sam found the excuse a little bit strange. He asked where your fellow angel friend was. “Busy.”

“Busy?” Dean repeated what the angel said, she nodded her head. “Well, we’ve got a line on the Mother of freaking everything, so—“

“I’m sure your issue is very important, but Castiel is currently commanding in army, so—“ Rachel cut off the older Winchester, feeding him an excuse you weren’t buying when you pushed yourself up to your feet to butt yourself into the conversation.

“So we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny.” You said, guesting an arm to the angel that stood behind you as you broke out into a smile. Josh nervously chuckled, afraid of what the right kind of response was. You told him all about angels, but this was the first time meeting you.

“So you need to learn your place.” Rachel snuck a command in. Your smile slowly faded as your expression changed. You turned around in your spot to give the woman an amused, almost curious expression at what she just let slip out her mouth.

“Excuse me? What did you just say to me?” You asked the angel. Your lips stretched into a smirk as you stared at her with an expression that showed you weren’t the least bit afraid of her. “Let’s get one thing straight here, sister. You don’t ever talk to me like that. Because I don’t know who the hell you think you are—“

"I'm his friend." Rachel stated. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at her. You made it quite clear that you were friends with the other angel, too. "No, I don't think you are. I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war."

“Okay,” Sam said in a calm tone. “We get that.”

“Clearly you don't, or you wouldn’t call him every time you stub your toe you pretty, entitled little piece of—” Rachel thought it would be a smart idea to let her true feelings show. She was letting it all out as she raised her voice as she continued speaking. You crossed your arms tighter over your chest as you stared at the angel, waiting for the moment to tell her how it really was. Before she could say something she would regret, a familiar voice cut her off.

“Rachel.” Cas stood across from his supposed friend. “That’s enough.”

The woman composed herself, trying to make it appear that she wasn’t having an embarrassing fight with a couple of humans that he called his friends, too. “I told you I’d take care of this.”

“It’s all right, you can go.” Cas said. Rachel was surprised to hear the angel was staying to hear out whatever sort of ridiculous scheme you were about to waste his time with where there were more important matters at stake. “I’ll come when I can.”

Rachel respected her friend’s change of plans, she was gone in the blink of an eye. You let out a sigh of relief to know that she was far away from this place. “Wow.” Dean said, a bit taken back at the first impression the woman made on all of you. “Friend of yours?”

“Yes. She’s, uh, my lieutenant. She’s committed to the cause.” Cas said. He took a step forward and looked around the table to see all the familiar faces he was expecting, except one that he had never seen before. He stared at Josh with a bit of a curious expression. “Who is this?”

"Oh. Uh, right. Josh, there's someone else I want you to meet." You said, looking over at your other friend. Josh suddenly looked like a deer in headlights when he realized he was about to meet the one and only Castiel you spoke so much about, from the high and lows. You smiled slightly at his priceless face. You guestred for him to get up to his feet, the man did so in the matter of seconds. "Josh, I'd like you to meet possibly the only friendly angel—Castiel. We just call him Cas. It's easier."

"Castiel. It's such an honor to meet you." Josh said. He wasn't sure what to do, being that he was finally able to meet the angel you had talked so much about. He nervously put out his hand in front of him for the angel to shake, Cas stared at him. Josh nervously chuckled and put his hand back to his side, wondering if he might have done something wrong. "Right. Uh…”

“Don’t worry. He’s awkward about human...things.” You explained the best you could about Cas’ strange behavior to your friend. You turned your attention back to the angel and to the reason why you called him down here in the first place. “Now, how do you feel about the 1860s?”

+ + +

The next morning all of you were back in Bobby’s house after finding a possible lead to take down Eve. You settled Josh into a nearby motel for the remainder of his stay, however long that might be until you got this situation settled down. Josh had taken it upon himself, after nervously asking Bobby, took go nuts over the collection books the older hunter had collected over the years that were just gathering dust instead of being used.

While Josh stuck with lore, you and Sam helped Bobby get the weapons you might need like guns and knifes. You occupied yourself by loading up your gun with iron rounds along with one chamber full of silver. You didn’t know what was a phoenix's weakness, and if you happened to see one without the colt, you rather be safe than dead.

“Where the hell’s Dean?” Bobby asked. You glanced up for a moment from what you were doing to see that the older Winchester had been out for a while, at least over an hour now.

“Supply run, he said.” Sam mentioned what his brother’s excuse was. “I don’t know.”

“Um, about your plan…” Cas spoke up the first time this morning since he got here. You told him about Dean’s great idea about jumping back a hundred and fifty years to see a phoenix get killed with the very gun you were hunting for just a few years ago. It seemed there was going to be a bit of a complication in Dean’s genius idea. “You’ll only have twenty-four hours.”

“What?” Sam asked in a surprised tone. He pushed himself up to his feet and walked over to the angel to hear the angel’s reasoning. “Why?”

“Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as series of partial differential equations.” Cas said. All of you were smart to handle a complicated explanation, but you told the angel to break it down so even Josh could understand why you would have such limited time. “The further back I send you, the harder it becomes to retrieve you. Twenty-four hours is all I can risk. If I don’t pull you home within that time, you’ll be lost to me.”

“Well, then we better get you a watch.” Dean’s voice came out nowhere. You leaned over ever so slightly to see that he was back from his supply run. You were a bit surprised to see he was carrying three rather large paper bags. You gestured a finger to the bags, asking what all this was about. “We are going native. Gotta blend in.”

You could feel your face drop slightly when Dean put one of the bags he was holding down to the ground and held out the other two for you and his brother to take. You looked down at the bag logo, reading that it was from a place called Wally's Western World with a cowboy and a lasso. You grimaced slightly as Sam quickly shot down the plan his brother was trying to pull.

“Uh, no thanks. I’m fine.” Sam said. The older Winchester knew that would be a stupid idea as he mumbled his brother’s name. “Dean, I can wear this.”

“And look like a spaceman?” Dean asked.

“Look, I’m with Sam on this one. Just because you’re obsessed with that Wild West stuff—” You said, Dean scoffed at your accusation and denied that he did. “You have a fetish for it. I bet you got me a saloon girl outfit for me.”

“Shut up. No I didn’t.” Dean said, suddenly acting hurt at the accusation on his poor judgement of a time period outfit that wouldn’t work for the hunt. You didn’t fall for it as you raised your brow slightly, knowing you were still right about his unhealthy obsession with westerns. “I like old movies.”

“You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made.” Sam said. “Line for line.”

“Even the monkey movies?” Josh asked from the corner of the library he was standing with a book he was reading. Dean tossed the man a glare from the conversation he butted himself into.

“Especially the monkey movies.” You said.

“His name is Clyde.” Dean mumbled. You shook your head from how Dean played himself into that one as Sam gestured an arm at his brother to prove the point he was trying to make. Dean held up the bag for his brother. “At least wear the damn shirt. And Y/N, I did not get you a saloon girl outfit...They didn’t have any.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the bag from him as Sam did the same, giving into the point that Dean was right. You couldn’t go walking around in 1861 with jeans and a flannel. It would raise too many questions. You claimed the upstairs bathroom to change leaving the boys to fend for themselves to find a place to get into character. You were expecting the outfit Dean picked out to be either non-practical or stupid. However, you were rather pleasantly surprised to see that everything fit right and seemed like it would work for this hunt.

The outfit Dean picked out consisted of a light blue pinstripe button up you tucked into a pair of beige jeans that paired well with a basic brown belt and riding boots that were your own. To top it off you even wore the hat he got you and adjusted the holster you would use to carry around at your side. You even went the extra mile of pleasing Dean by incorporating a bandana that matched the color of your shirt. Now you couldn’t help yourself but have a bit of fun. You tied it around your neck and pulled it up to conceal most of your face, only leaving your eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

You exited the bathroom when you heard someone calling your name from downstairs after you were the last one up here. Making your way down the staircase and to the library, you made your grand entrance in the outfit Dean picked out. You couldn’t help yourself when you quickly drew your hands up and made finger guns for the hell of it since you were dressed like a bandit.

“All right, nobody move. This is a stickup.” You said, your voice slightly muffled from the fabric around your mouth. “Give me all your money.”

“Who the hell are you supposed to be, Billy the Kid?” Bobby asked. You mocked his question as you pulled down the bandana so it now rested around your neck like it was supposed to be. “All of you look like you’re going to a hoedown.”

“This is stupid.” Sam grumbled. “Told you I would look stupid.”

You turned your head to see that Sam was wearing a white button down with what looked to be yellow flowers designed into his shirt along with a cowboy hat he refused to wear. "Sam, you look so handsome." You complimented him as you broke out into a smile from how he managed to pull off the shirt so well. You looked over at his brother, who was smiling ear to ear at how you were pulling off the outfit he picked out Your smile smile slowly faded when you saw him dressed in way you weren't expecting. "Dean...what the hell are you wearing?"

“Now, is it customary to wear a blanket?” Cas asked. He couldn’t help himself but ask when he noticed the older Winchester’s outfit drastically differed from Sam’s and yours.

“It’s a serape. And, yes. It’s, uh…” Dean corrected the angel and got ready to explain the history of how it came into fashion. However it would have to wait for another day when you and his brother gave him a look. “Never mind. Let’s just go.”

You looked down at the desk to see Bobby had filled the duffel bag filled with some of the gold you stole from the dragon layer you hit a few months back. You grabbed your loaded gun and placed it in the holster of your jeans for safekeeping before you reached for the gold, wondering why all of you would need it. Bobby reminded you that things were different over a century and a half ago. Money you had like credit cards and dollar bills of presidents would be useless. It was all about gold back then.

“I’ll send you back to March 4th.” Cas said. “That should give you enough time to find the colt and this phoenix creature.”

“All right, well, see you at high noon tomorrow...partner.” Dean said, breaking out into a grin as he finally got to say something that he probably had always wanted. You and Bobby rolled your eyes when Dean added an added wink for effect.

Cas stepped forward to the three of you to send you a hundred and fifty years into the past, which would be the longest you had ever went back into. Time travel was some weird stuff. One minute you were standing in Bobby's library, and the next minute you were sinking into what felt like mud. You opened your eyes to see that you were standing on a dirt road with the boys, a wooden sign just ahead with the words of “Sunrise WYO” painted in bold white letters. All of you had made it with no trouble at all. The fun was just about to begin.

“Oh, now we’re talking.” Dean whispered. He was in absolute bliss at what he was surrounded by. You were just happy you didn’t step in anything that came out from an animal’s ass. Sam made sure to program his watch for a twenty-four hour countdown. “Alright, let’s go find Samuel Colt. Hey, we should try to find a saloon first...see what we can get from the locals.”

“Sure.” You agreed with the plan. You looked over at him and took one glance at that serpae before letting out a chuckle from how ridiculous he looked. “Whatever, Sundance.”

“Hey Sammy. Think we’ll have time to hit on the saloon girls?” Dean asked. You looked over at the man with a slightly disgusted look. Those girls were a walking petri dish of infections. There was a chance you could catch something from just breathing the same air as them. Dean knew his idea was a stupid one. “Kidding. Come on.”

You and Dean started to head into town, Sam took one step to follow behind, but he stepped into something that didn't feel like mud. "Oh dammit." The younger Winchester hissed. He looked down to see that he walked right into a fresh pile of horse manure. He lifted up his new cowboy boot to see it was covered in crap. "Come on."

“You know what that is?” Dean asked his brother when he took it upon himself to rest a hand on his shoulder to balance himself in attempt to kick off the manure before it could stick.

“Yeah.” Sam said, getting ready to say a not so nice word. “It’s horse—”

“Authenticity!” Dean cut off his brother with a grin.

Dean walked off without realizing that he nearly let Sam lose his balance and fall face first into the manure. You offered to help Sam by letting him lean his giant frame against your shoulder so he could kick off the crap before heading into town. You noticed that he was eyeing the bandana. "Don't even think about it." You warned him. You liked how it worked with your outfit. And Dean would be disappointed. "Get that crap on me I'll rub your face in it."

Sam rolled his eyes in frustration when he was left to kick off the manure as a last resort since he had no other options. He managed to get most of it off before the both of you caught up with an impatient Dean, who was nothing more than excited to get this hunt started.

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supernatural508 · 7 years ago

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Beauty: Arrival

Previous Chapter Pairing: Bucky x OFC, Sam x Platonic!OFC

Summary: Kenina O’Cain arrives at the Avengers Tower to see her Life Match Sam Wilson. A/N: I’M BACK!!! Sorry I’ve been gone so long y’all school was kicking my butt. Word count: 1,658 Tagging: @tilltheendwilliwrite @that-sokovian-bastard @sassmastercas @sensualyodeling @hmc31400 Keni was tired, hungry, and wanted a goddamn shower. By the time she arrived at Avengers Tower in New York City she was ready to see her best friend. Most of the time seeing Sam was exciting, this time she was worried about how he's gonna react to what happened to send her on leave. At this point Kenina really didn’t give a flying frozen horse shit about how she looked, with old ripped up skinny jeans, an oversized US Army sweatshirt (that was most likely one she'd stolen from Sam), aviators, and hair in a messy bun, she looked like a mess. The thing was she never really cared about how she looked, in fact she was okay with looking like a mess, it tended to make people take longer to notice the burn marks from the accident when she was seventeen. When she walked into the tower she headed straight for the elevators only to be stopped.

“I'm sorry ma'am but you can't go up without an appointment.”

“Oh well I don't have one so why don't you just tell the Avengers that the Captain is headed up.”

“I'm sorry ma'am but I can't do that. Captain Rogers is already here and even if he wasn't, you're clearly not him. I could lose my job.”

“Don't worry about that, I am a Captain. In fact if you called up Wilson he'd tell you exactly who I am. Thing is I enjoy a good dramatic entrance, and to do that I just need to head up on that elevator and for you to have the Avengers waiting for a captain that's not their own.” With that she threw her rucksack over her shoulder, ran passed the security guard into the elevator and headed straight up to see her best friend.

Keni was leaning against the back of the elevator when the doors opened back up to see the Avengers waiting right in front of her.

“With the amount of times I was told I couldn't come up here a girl could start to think she wasn't wanted anymore, Sammy.”

“Who are you?” Came from the majority of the team as Sam said, “What the hell Keni? You do know you could call and give a guy some warning right? Instead of, you know giving us all heart attacks trying to figure out how Steve was heading up as he was standing right next to us.”

“Wait you know each other?” Went one voice.

“Oh Sammy what fun would that be? Especially when I didn't know I was comin till about three hours before leaving the Middle East.”

“What happened for them to send you back with so little warning?”

“Seriously who is she Sam?” Came another voice.

“I would tell you but there is kinda too many people freaking out over who the hell I am.” She walked out of the elevator to give Sam a hug.

“Fine, but we're talking later and you're leaving nothing out.” Sam says into the hug.

“Only of course Sam, besides you'll probably be getting a call from Colonel Jones within the next few days. Just to make sure I actually made it to New York.”

“Jesus Keni, what the hell, please tell me you didn't try and make KC let you stay when they wanted to send you back here.” He said as he pulled away, she just smiled. Sam turned around to address the group gathered, “Everyone, this is Captain Kenina O’Cain, she's my best friend.” When he said that you held up your hand to show the little bird shaped life mark with a smile. “And the biggest headache in my life” Sam mumbled to himself.

“Yea, well at least I didn't temporarily get you named a fugitive.” Keni shot a glance at the Captain who almost ruined her best friends life.

“Keni, leave it alone. Besides you remember Baghdad don't you?” He gave you a wicked smirk.

“Shit, I really can't be mad at him can I?”

“Language!” Was yelled at her by literally everyone except Captain Rogers.

“What the fuck? Y'all deal with some of the biggest threats to face the world and you can't handle a little cussing? That's fucked up.” Kenina was definitely not a prim and proper southern belle, she was swore like a sailor and had the sense of humor to match.

“I like this one Sammy.” Said a red headed woman sporting a mischievous smirk. Keni guessed that she must be Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow.

“Hey now, only I get to call him Sammy.” She smirked right back.

“Not even you get to call me Sammy, Kenina.” Sam rolled his eyes

“Oh pish posh Sam. Do we really need to have this conversation again? In front of all these people that I'm sure would never let you live it down?” Her smirk turned to him.

“I surrender, I surrender!” He threw his hands up in the air with a laugh. The rest of the Avengers just watched on with looks of both humor and confusion on their faces. The most intriguing of all was a giant of a man with long dark hair and stormy grey-blue eyes who had been staring at her from the second the doors opened, he was also the first to address Keni directly.

Walking up to her he stuck out his right hand and introduced himself in a deep rough voice, “I’m James Buchanan Barnes, nice to meet you ma’am.” After shaking her hand he turned around and left before she could respond.

“Don't worry about him doll, Bucky hasn't been sleepin’ much. He probably went to go crash.” Captain Rogers gave her a small smile, “You can call me Steve, and I am sorry bout gettin Sam labeled a fugitive.”

“That's okay Steve, I've probably gotten him into hotter water than you anyway, you can call Kenina.” After that each Avenger came up to her and introduced themselves one by one. Slowly everyone moved away from the elevators and to the couches in the living room.

“So Kenina, where are you staying?” Tony asked her suddenly.

“Well I usually stay at Sam’s, I don't have much family, but he sold his house, so my Colonel is setting me up in an apartment with a few other soldiers.” Truth was Keni was really hoping Sam would have finally gotten around to finding an apartment in the city but no dice.

“Nonsense, there are plenty of empty apartments here, and I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say we'd love hearing some embarrassing stories of Sam. Why don't you stay here?” Tony's offer was tempting but Kenina never liked people just handing her help. The only person she ever really accepted help from was Sam.

“Thank you for the offer, but I like staying with the other soldiers, makes it easier adjusting to being back in the states.”

“Besides Keni was probably given an apartment close to a pet clinic, she wouldn't give that up easily.” Sam really did know her too well, and she was grateful he didn't vocalize the other reason.

“Keni isn't just an Army canine handler, she's a veterinarian. It's why she loved my old place so much, right down the road from the clinic she worked at when she's not deployed.” Sam sounds like a proud dad when he says this, which she guesses he kind of is. He was there all through your schooling, which was sped up by all the time Keni spent with animals in the army, he had kept her from quitting more than once.

“You’re a veterinarian?” Wanda asked with a small shy smile. Keni sees Natasha smile softly at Wanda while she pats her hand, this makes her smile at the pair.

“Yes I am, if you’d like to visit with some furry little creatures just let me know. Shelters are always looking for more volunteers, foster parents, and pet parents, I have quite a few contacts here in New York.” This makes Wanda’s small smile turn into a full on grin and Natasha mouths “Thank you” to Keni.

“Really? Well, maybe next time we are in the city. Most of us are due back to the compound tomorrow.” She looked kind of sad when saying this, like she was really excited to see little furry animals.

“Wanda’s right, Keni I’m supposed to be heading to the compound tomorrow morning. How bout you come with us? I’m sure it’d be good for you to be out of the city where it’s more quiet.” Sam piped in.

“Well if you’re going then there’s really no reason to stay in the city now is there.” Just as Kenina finished speaking Sam’s cell phone began to ring and she had a feeling she knew just who it was.

“Hello? Oh what’s up KC? Yeah she’s been here for about an hour. No, not yet. You know her putting off any conversation she doesn’t want to have. Yes I know who Sumner is. She told me months ago. Yea I still have the letters in my desk, why?UNDER INVESTIGATION! FOR WHAT? Jesus KC, that’s why she’s home? Yea I’ll take care of it. Be safe, bye.” Sam hung up with a sigh and Keni knew she was about to get chewed out in front of quite a few people. “Kenina, why the fuck didn’t you tell me it was this bad.”

“You know what, I really need to punch something. Y’all got a gym here?” Kenina really didn’t want to deal with Sam at the moment.

“The gym is located on the 48th floor, Captain O’Cain.” Said a robotic voice Keni could only assume was JARVIS, the AI butler Sam had told her about.

“Awesome. Don’t bother following me Samuel Thomas Wilson, I really don’t need to deal with your lecturing right now.” With that she walks back into the elevator and heads down to the gym.

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hekate1308 · 7 years ago

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Call Of Nature

More siren!Cas AU because I love this series. Enjoy!

Sam has grown used to being whisked away in order to deal with legal monster problems, while always feeling slightly queasy afterwards. True, Dean and Cas are still careful not to drag him into too many monster adventures; but he likes to think they have found a balance of sorts.

It seems, however, that his colleagues have not.

One day he returns from lunch and finds the other junior lawyers engrossed in conversation with...

He sighs. “Crowley?”

The demon turns around and grins. “Moose. Long time no see.”

It’s a lie. Sam had dinner with Dean and Cas two days ago and of course he showed up because he inevitably does.

“What is it this time?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t sound so enthusiastic. We do pay for your services, you know.”

They do indeed, and rather handsomely at that. Plus, Sam’s boss has already decided they should try and get into this new niche now that monsters are recognised citizens who have basic rights.

“I know” he acquiesces. “Let’s go.”

Crowley says goodbye to the others – going so far as to kiss Becca’s hand – and transports him and Sam to his mother’s hut.

He’s still not quite sure how a witch gave birth to a demon, and has decided that he’d rather not know.

“Samuel. Good of you to drop by.”

“Rowena –“

“She hexed me!”

Oh dear. Sam can see why Rowena wanted a lawyer present. The man in front of him looks angry, and well, the history of people being accused of using witchcraft to harm others...

“Freaking Hell, are you just going to show up with more people now? I suppose you’re a demon too –“

“No, actually. Sam Winchester, I’m a lawyer –“

“Excellent, I could use one.”

“I’m her to represent Ms. MacLEod.”

Rowena grins. “He is indeed.”

“What? She’s the one who hexed me!”

“I did nothing of the kind, you stupid little man. You have a cold.”

“For the last two weeks! And you were there when I picked my car up from the siren’s fuck toys shop.”

Sam stiffens. “I’m sorry?”

“You know, the one the siren keeps ensnared.”

“I assure you, my brother-in-law is doing no such thing.”

The man sneers. “Of course. You’re one of them.”

“Alright”.

Sam turns to look at Crowley. His eyes are red, and there’s something feral in his voice and pose, as if he’s about to attack.

A part of him would actually let him.

“Crowley, how about you wait outside?” he suggests. “It might be best for us all –“

“He’s right” Rowena agrees. “Why don’t you check up on Dean and Cas, let them know Sam’s here.”

For a second, Sam thinks he’ll refuse, but then his eyes slowly turn back to green and he nods.

“I would advise you” he addresses their visitor right before he vanishes, “To be very careful”.

At least he’s gone the next second. Sam breathes a sigh of relief. He’s noticed Crowley becoming more and more protective of them all for a while now. Donna’s selkie boyfriend thinks it’s got to do with his soul becoming “lighter” due to Cas and Dean’s influence, but he has no idea what that’s supposed to mean.

Sam turns back to the man. “Now, Mr. –“

In the end, he manages to calm the man down and send him on his way, but it was a close call.

Rowena is thankful enough, gifting him with a few teabags, “Just drink this when you get a cold. You know – to do the opposite of what this idiot thinks I did.”

He nods and leaves. Sam’s tempted to check in on Dean and Cas, but he can’t deny that he’s still slightly nervous around Crowley – somewhat nice or not, he’s still a demon – and so he doesn’t.

Sam probably should be delighted that Crowley for once hasn’t appeared to drag him away (despite Dean’s assurances that it will eventually happen he hasn’t yet grown comfortable with being beamed around).

Instead, he warily studies the demon standing in front of him. There’s something different about him, but Sam can’t put his finger on it.

He looks... tired. Do demons get tired? He has no idea. Sure, he and Dean talk during their weekly lunches, and he comes ti visit him and his husband and occasionally helps out when there’s trouble in suburbia, but Dean usually spares him the details.

“Hello, Sam.”

That’s... strange. No Moose or funny – well, what Crowley considers funny – comment? “Crowley.”

“I was wondering if I might consult you in your professional capacity.”

“Of course.”

“I’d like to set up my will.”

That’s... even stranger. Demons can’t die, can they?

“Just a precaution” he adds in his abrupt manner, and Sam doesn’t stop and think because he doesn’t know him as well as Dean or Cas.

He will admit he’s somewhat touched that Crowley demands most of his estate be given to his brother and brother-in-law.

When he learns how high a sum this actually includes, he has to sit down.

In the next few weeks, nothing changes much; and then suddenly Dean acts weird during their lunch, barely answering Sam’s questions, clearly distracted, and...

If he didn’t know any better he’d think he was mad at him.

“Dean? Is everything alright? Did I do anything?”

He looks at him. “You could have told us, that’s all. Don’t get me wrong, I get the lawyer client privilege, but he’s our friend and it was somewhat of a punch in the gut when he told us, we all thought he’d be around for – “

“Dean, tell you what?”

He stares at him. “You don’t know? Sam, you wrote the guy’s will!”

“Yes and?”

Dean is silent for a moment, then he says quickly, as if ripping off a band-aid, “Crowley’s dying.”

“Oh.” Sam doesn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know –“

“Me neither” Dean says bitterly, “But apparently, there’s exactly one illness that demons can catch – and guess what. It only happens very rarely, but when it does, it’s because they’ve been hanging around humans for too long, with too little contact with their own kind.”

Oh no. If Sam knows his better, and he believes he’s come to know him again rather well – “Dean, this is not your fault.”

He chuckles. “Don’t I know it. Thing is, Crowley’s sickness needs decades to develop – he said he’s known for quite some time that he was in danger. But tell that demon to socialize, and –“

“Dean” Sam interrupts him, “He’s at your place all the damn time.”

“With other demons, remember what I said?”

Sam nods. “And there’s – nothing to be done?”

“One thing” Dean says slowly. “But it’s difficult.”

He doesn’t elaborate through the whole meal.

Late, back at his place – and it only now occurs to Sam that Dean has yet to see his apartment – he considers what he’s learned, and what this means for Dean, Cas and their little monster community.

From what he’s seen, Crowley holds a place of respect among them, and he’s considered a close friend by his brother. That alone would be enough to make Sam care, and so he resolves to visit Rowena. It can’t be easy for her, but she knows a lot about magical medicine. Perhaps she knows more about this cure Dean is reluctant to speak of.

He doesn’t tell his brother that he’ll go to her hut in the woods.

She greets him as always; there’s no grief or worry in her face or her words, and Sam almost thinks Dean is mistaken until she says, “Are you here about my son’s will?”

“No” he answers. “But Dean mentioned a remedy, and...”

“Ah. Samuel, are you certain?”

“Certain of what?”

She points at a chair in front of her and he sits down. “There’s a reason your brother hasn’t told you everything. It’s the same he hasn’t been to your apartment yet, even though he’d like to see where you live, why your contact even now consists of only small, shared moments in two hugely different lives.”

“I don’t –“

“Samuel.”

When she looks up from the herbs she’s been mixing, he’s glad he’s sitting down; otherwise he’d take a step back. For the first time, he can truly feel the power of a centuries-old witch. “Magic and nature are intertwined; and while you cannot completely have one without the other, you can place yourself firmly on one side. Humans – most of them, including you – they prefer the softer parts of nature, the one they can explain using physics. Not magic that is older than the ground they walk on. When a human joins us – have you ever thought it is a coincidence that so many magical creatures are drawn to Dean, even if he’s among other humans?”

Sam swallows. “So if I learn too much –“

“Exactly. When Dean told me you accepted him and his lifestyle, I assumed you’d be more curious, come over more often. I thought you had already chosen this.”

“But can’t I –“

“Are you about to ask me if you can have your cake and eat it too while my son is –“ she breaks off.

“Of course not. I’m sorry” Sam says honestly.

She nods. “I think you should talk to Dean. Crowley told him everything. Not that I am surprised.”

There is a sombre mood hanging over the neighbourhood this evening, and if Sam didn’t know any better, he’d say, that the air around Crowley’s house is darker than –

Who is he kidding. He does know better, and this must be another way for magic itself to mourn for one of its own.

Dean opens the door. “Sammy, didn’t expect you on this fine evening –“

“I spoke to Rowena” he says quickly.

Dean’s face falls. “I didn’t think _”

“Of course you didn’t. Dean, please, I need to know what’s going on.”

“It’s just not fair” Dean insists, “This is a life and death situation, how does this –“

“Let him come in first, my love” Cas says gently, stepping up to him. “He needs to make a decision tonight.”

Sam swallows.

“So it’s a blood ritual? That’s all it is?”

“No, Sammy” Dean replies. “Yes, don’t get me wrong, it involves the blood of two related humans voluntarily given. But it’s not as easy as forcing it down Crowley’s throat and hoping for the best. You heard Rowena; with this you’d tip your scales down on the magical side. And it’s very very hard to reverse that.”

“And? I did choose to get to know you, too...” Sam trails off as he realizes.

Yes, he has allowed Dean back into his life; but he’s never invited him or his husband over, he’s never really spent more than a day with them, he’s skirted the border when what he really needed to do was to either retreat or jump right in.

“Did you –“

Dean smiles weakly. “I fell in love with a magical creature, Sam. My entry into this world... it happened gradually. This is one big leap we’re asking you to take for someone you don’t even know that well.”

“But I am doing it for someone I know well. I’m doing it for you.”

“And for that, you will live with bogey men? Dragons? Pixies?”

“All of that, Dean. Yes. Rowena is right; you either have to fully accept this life, or you have to step back. I am not going to step back.”

Dean studies his face, then draws him into a tight hug. “Thanks, Sammy.”

Rowena arrives immediately after Dean has called her; she doesn’t thank them, but there’s a contentment in her expression Sam has never seen before.

“You do realize” she explains as she draws their blood, “That does will not only take you on our side of nature, but you two and your respective spouses will also be considered part of mine and my son’s family?”

“Fine by us” Dean says after he’s shared a glance with Cas.

Sam smiles. He’s made his decision. “I’m good.”

Rowena is the one to bring the drink to Crowley. The next morning – Sam, Dean and Cas are having breakfast – Crowley, as brash, as healthy, as annoying as ever, surprises them with croissants straight from Paris.

When he comes home to find a hobglobin going through his sock drawer, Sam grins.

Some decisions are best made in haste, it seems.

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What have been your favorite destiel moments so far this season, and can you point me to any really in-depth, detailed metas that kinda encompasses the themes, narrative and direction of the show so far this season?

Hi there! *points you toward my whole entire blog, except maybe the crack tags*

(no, there’s even probably some insightful stuff in the crack tags… no, wait, Let me get some coffee and then try this again)

Oh gosh there have been Some Destiel Moments™ this year, haven’t there? Oh my gosh. Just, the whole entire thing of 13.01, Dean’s desperate crushing grief, his bashed knuckles that are pointed out to us early in the episode by an angel-in-disguise but not explained until after said angel was unmasked and we learn her true objectives. How she taunts Dean with the “fact” that Cas was “all the way dead” this time and there’d be no bringing him back, as if she’d KNOWN how and why he injured his hand before, as if she’d heard his prayer to Chuck and then used Dean’s specific grief over Cas like a weapon to best him in that fight. And only after the fact do we get to see that scene where Dean prayed, and it was all literally prefaced on his grief for Cas. Dean alone prepares his body, and throughout the episode he can’t even say the words “Cas” and “dead” in the same sentence.

Just, wow.

It takes us until 13.03 for him to acknowledge it, to not only say it out loud, but to scream it into Sam’s face, that the reason he can’t be okay is because Cas is dead. And again, wow. That whole scene, after an entire episode where Dean was barely holding it together, and we see him struggling to cope on what should be a routine hunt, he finally breaks completely.

But hey, Jack overhearing his rage and grief is what somehow prompts Jack’s power into a cosmic alarm clock that wakes Cas up in the Empty.

(and since we later discover that Jack has no idea he’d had any part in Cas’s return to life, that he had no idea his power had done that, but we’d learned all season long that his power largely acted outside of his logical control, but more on an emotional and instinctual level, and was triggered mostly by Intense Emotional Protectiveness… I mean, y’all do the math here. It’s a pretty simple formula.)

If anyone was confused about Dean’s major emotional trauma this season, 13.04 sort of clears it up by process of elimination. Sam is the one upset about Mary’s loss, but Dean’s largely accepted it. As Samuel once told him way back in 6.10, Dean knows how to live without her. He’s been doing it his whole life. But 13.04 is also a turning point for Dean and Jack, after Jack saved Sam’s life, his power deflecting a bullet… but at the very end of the episode when Sam hopes this means Dean’s finally making some progress toward recovering from his grief, Dean states unequivocally that no, he is not okay, and he’s still essentially hopeless. Sam still does not get it.

This is fine. Everything is fine. *breathes into paper bag*

13.05 shows us Sam desperately doing everything in his power to nudge Dean into all of his (admittedly terrible) coping mechanisms– junk food, drinking, strip clubs, and a hunt with just the two of them… just like old times. Sam can’t accept that Dean is just not bouncing back from his grief this time, despite Dean telling him that his pushing isn’t gonna help either. And we see Dean “going through the motions” one last time, partly for Sam’s sake, but also partly because literally nothing else matters anymore.

(and hi hello opening song of s13, I didn’t need what’s left of my scooped out heart anyway, please just take it already)

(sorry, I was referring to Nothing Else Matters, in case that wasn’t clear :P.)

Dean skips right from discovering the asylum was still filled with the trapped ghosts of the doctor’s victims– and probably a dozen other things they could’ve attempted to find the bodies and free those ghosts– and goes right to Plan Z, shooting his heart full of poison (Thanks for the diy death kit, Dr. Robert). He doesn’t even give Sam a chance to talk him out of it, and then accepts his death with a sort of cavalier “oh well” attitude when Billie shows up and reveals she’s the New Death.

Billie offers him anything he wants, and he doesn’t even consider asking for his own life back. He asks for the souls trapped in the asylum to be released, because he doesn’t believe Billie will go back on her former ultimatum that the next time he dies will be the last time. I mean, CAS LITERALLY KILLED HER FOR THAT IN 12.09.

And then Cas died in turn in a jarringly on-the-nose, cosmically consequence-y fashion. Which Billie even says to Dean when he wonders how she was even alive, because Cas killed her. Her response of “How’s that working out for him” is like a punch to the stomach for Dean. He’s at such a low point he’s completely resigned himself to his own final death, because not even God, not even Death herself can bring Cas back from where he is.

Except…

(pffft, I was looking for a gif of this shot, of the light blooming across Dean’s face as he realizes that Cas is alive, but this version works) :D

Then we have the fever dream that was 13.06. What the hell was that whole entire thing? NONSENSE, I TELL YOU. I MEAN IT STARTS OFF WITH THIS:

THEN AFTER WATCHING DEAN GROW EVER MORE DESPONDENT OVER FIVE WHOLE EPISODES, IT MOVES ON TO THIS:

And when Sam is confused and questions Dean about this sudden turnaround in his whole entire personality, Dean basically gives 100% of the credit to Cas being back.

Please explain the entire first 5 ½ episodes of the season WITHOUT implying destiel. It’s entirely unpossible. Just… the whole narrative falls apart.

Yes, yes. At this point, folks can try and convince themselves that Dean’s feelings are purely platonic or familial, but then why is Sam’s reaction so markedly different? And not just in regards to Cas. I mean, go back up and read the bits about 13.03 and 13.04, where they each get a chance to voice their grief. Dean’s bursts out of him like a wildfire, and is clarified with words to be JUST about Cas, and it’s literally debilitating levels of grief. Sam’s feelings of loss are almost entirely focused on Mary, as a specifically familial loss. Sam is our exemplar of what losing a family member looks like right now, lampshading just how powerfully Dean has been affected by Cas’s death.

Again, please explain that difference and the intensity of Dean’s grief as a purely platonic thing. The narrative is making it very difficult to dismiss a deeper relationship between Dean and Cas here.

I mean… I’m trying to control myself about adding gifs to this post and I’m having a really difficult time.

13.07 brought back “Don’t do anything stupid,” which in 12.10 got a bucketload of subtext attached to it. Human weakness, and the clarification that Dean’s not mad, he’s worried about Cas. It’s not just a throwaway line, and it’s not just an insult. It’s their version of just come home safe.

And Dean knows something’s not right when he calls Cas, but circumstance prevents them from actually exchanging any useful information. And again, Cas is referred to as “your angel,” by Ketch specifically addressing it to Dean despite the fact that Sam is standing right there too, and the fact that Sam had been the one willing to believe Ketch’s lie throughout most of the episode. Yet, he still addresses this to Dean…

Then we discover that Asmodeus is impersonating Cas on the phone while holding Cas and Lucifer in his prison cells. And that he’s keeping Cas specifically as a bargaining chip to use against the Winchesters. Over the next two episodes, we discover that once again it’s SAM who keeps getting updates from “Cas,” and not Dean. Which is head-scratchingly odd considering all of this ^^. Because Cas is NOT CAS on the phone right now, and it’s easier to maintain the illusion with Sam than with Dean.

Incredible.

So that’s where we are right now. Well, as far as the destiel goes.

Now on to part 2 of your question. Some really in-depth and detailed metas that cover the themes, narrative, and direction of s13 to this point…

Again, this is kind of difficult. I think I summed up the basics here (well, leaving out the stuff setting up Wayward, and the AU’s and Michael and his agenda, and Jack, and Lucifer, and Asmodeus and his agenda, and the angels and their repopulation agenda… okay I apparently left out a lot of stuff… since the first bit of your question was specifically about destiel)

But I tag everything I write or reblog by episode number. The secret formula is this:

spn 13.06 (which translates easily to work for any episode by switching out the number at the end of this: http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/tagged/spn+13.06)

Note that there are 32 PAGES of results in this specific tag. That’s over 300 posts. Not all of them are meta, but a goodly portion of them probably are. From there you can probably find other tags that may be of interest in your quest for All The Meta. :D

#spn 13.01 #spn 13.03 #spn 13.04 #spn 13.05 #spn 13.06 #spn 13.07 #destiel #the scheherazade of supernatural #and if you're specifically interested in destiel that previous tag right there is all about the ongoing narrative so... :D #Anonymous

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